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Hotel Rendezvous	17,910	4.61	54,173	[ "deep breaths", "bare skin", "hotel room" ]	After months of waiting, months of teasing and not knowing it was finally time to find out. I’d been chatting online with Steve for about five months. I liked him, our fantasies excited me and we seemed to have that connection that you sometimes get with people you chat to and have never met. I felt comfortable with him, and under the illusion that the person you are chatting with is being honest with you and that they are what they say they are. But the time had finally come to meet him. He told me long ago that he’d be in town on business later in the year. He never gave a date but always told me it was better not to get our hopes up and make plans just in case nothing eventuated and we drifted apart. But I knew, I knew deep down that we would meet. Our fantasies had become quite complicated, usually involving me being compliant and submissive to his desires. Because of the anticipated meeting at a hotel room in town, they usually revolved around the sterile environment of an anonymous room. As I slipped into my hold up stockings, positioning the tight lace on my thighs, my legs still warm and damp from my shower I could feel my trepidation rising. I was excited about meeting him, but worried. I don’t really know this man, and here I am meeting him in the middle of the night. Meeting him for sex, there’s no denying that fact. I slipped into my knee-high leather boots, taking a quick glance at myself in the mirror. Looking first at my face, slowly down over my still naked body. Down over my pale white skin, the flare of my hips, the smooth, bare skin of my pussy. My fingers pressing lightly to my shaved sex, knowing I was to be entered tonight by a near stranger. Turning away from the mirror I continued dressing, wriggling into my tight black skirt, putting on my black satin bra, then finally a plain black top over it. I heard the taxi pull up outside, I took a couple of deep breaths grabbed my coat and walked out into the night before I could talk myself out of going. The taxi ride was a blur; my legs were shaking as I tried to keep my knees together. Sitting there in the back of the taxi, prim and proper so aware of my naked cunt under my skirt and scared of the danger I could be putting myself in. We’d arranged to meet at midnight. The taxi pulled up outside the hotel at about ten minutes past. Town was empty, I felt disassociated. This wasn’t me walking into god knows what situation, it was surely someone else, I couldn’t be this stupid. The doorman barely acknowledged me as I entered the hotel, there was no one else around. The only noise the echoing clop clop of my boots on the tiled floor. As I pressed the elevator button I knew I could still back out, I was scared, my legs trembling in my boots. But as the elevator doors opened I walked in. The slightly weightless feeling of the ascending elevator didn’t help to ease the trembling of my legs, nor did the emptiness and stillness of the normally busy hotel. Room 603. Noiselessly I wandered down the empty, carpeted corridors watching the room numbers increase with every passing step. I was nearly there. Oh god, room 603. Pausing. I took a few deep breaths, my heart beating so fast I almost thought it could be heard in the stillness of the corridor. Raising my hand I knocked on the door. A minute passed. Is this the right room? What if he’s looking at me and doesn’t like what he sees, maybe I can run away. My mind was ticking over at high at a high pace; I was petrified with no idea what to do next. Then the door opened slowly, revealing the brightly lit interior of the room. There he was. Exactly like the picture he’d e-mailed me, salt and pepper hair, intense eyes and towering above my own 5ft frame. We came together easily, our lips meeting and not a word spoken. Kissing passionately, my tension driving my feelings into our kiss. I could feel his hands tangling into my long hair as he held my face in his hands, our tongues intertwining and exploring as our lips crushed together. I let out a harsh moan as his hands slid down to my legs, roughly pushing up my skirt till it was bunched up around my hips. Still locked in our hungry kiss, the only sounds our rasping breaths and his satisfied moan as his fingers reached my naked and now wet snatch. Pushing me back against the wall and breaking our kiss he lowered himself down to his knees. I let out a trembling moan as I felt his hot breath over my bare skin, his tongue barely touching the delicate folds of my pussy lips as he leaned in towards me. I screamed as he bit me, my soft flesh between his teeth as he buried himself into my sex. Roughly lifting my leg, he placed it over his shoulder so I was pinned against the wall. Alternating soft licks then sudden bites he worked on my cunt till I had to hold myself upright with my hands on his shoulders. He was intent, his tongue wildly licking and sucking at my juices, then penetrating me forcefully with two fingers. I could feel myself contracting around his fingers as he probed deeply into me. I knew I was going to come and I couldn’t hold back. Holding his head tightly to my now dripping cunt, I ground my hips hard to his tongue, forcing his fingers deeper. The release was intense, I was overwhelmed and could barely believe that the screams I could hear were mine. His fingers continued to probe into me as I panted and rode out the last of my orgasm. I could smell sex and felt exhausted. He raised himself up slowly, lightly pressing his lips to mine. I slowly ran my tongue over his lips, tasting my pleasure and sucking it from his mouth. Pulling back from me he smiled said, “I’m Steve, it’s very nice to meet you Christina. Would you like a drink?” Our night had begun and it was off to a very good start.
10 Years Ago... a Sad Anniversary	8,252	4.59	1,355,331	[ "non-erotic" ]	This is the story of how God left his unmistakable fingerprints on our lives once again, something he'd been doing a LOT of since the time shortly before the birth of our son, Ryan. Ten years ago, 12/11/2005 to be exact, I was awakened around 4:00am by the phone call that no parent ever wants to receive. My wife awoke me, calling from the hospital room where she was staying overnight to be with our son, Ryan. She choked out tearfully, "Something has happened with Ryan, and you need to get here NOW." That was about all she was able to gasp out between her sobs. Our daughters, Ryan's two older sisters, Elizabeth, then age 15, and Christina, age 7, were sound asleep in their beds at our home. In the next ten minutes, I frantically awoke them and got us gathered into the minivan and broke countless speed limit laws as we rushed to the A.I. DuPont hospital in Wilmington, Delaware from our home in Pennsauken, NJ. God kept the police from bothering our frantic speeding race there over the next 40 minutes or so. We arrived at the hospital a bit in front of 5 AM. We ran as fast as we could together towards Ryan's room, where a nurse intercepted us, and directed us down to the Cardiac ICU where Ryan had been recuperating from minor ENT (Ear, Nose & Throat) surgery a few days earlier (had his adenoids removed to help open his airway a little better for when he occasionally fell sick). I tore off like a rocket, leaving my girls trying to play catch-up following me. I burst into the Cardiac ICU and took the few steps towards Ryan's crib there to see the curtains drawn around his area of the large ICU suite. Through the small remaining opening in the curtains I could see my wife, tears streaming from her eyes continually, sitting in a rocking chair holding the limp form of our four-and-a-half year old son, Ryan. She saw me instantly, and began to rise, still holding him. She approached me just as our daughters caught up to me and came into the room. She held him out for me to take him from her, stepping aside so I could sit in the chair with him. "He's gone." was all she could manage to say. In that moment, I made sounds I'd never even imagined I could make, I wailed and cried harder than I had ever thought was possible. Ryan, our youngest child and only son, my little boy, was gone. I held his limp form against my chest tightly, rocking back and forth in the chair automatically, not sure who or what that rocking motion was supposed to comfort or ease...in any case, it didn't work. But then, in that moment, nothing could. Barbara was holding our now crying daughters, trying to get emotionally ahold of herself enough to comfort and tend to them as I absorbed the full shock of this most unwelcome and unexpected, devastating news. I kissed his head as I cried and sobbed. He was still warm as if alive to my reassurance-seeking lips; the warmth of him giving my stunned brain some temporary false hope that this awful moment's news was all some sort of horrid mistake. I soon gathered enough control of myself to ask his CICU nurse, who was still standing by right with us, some of her own tears running down her face at the tableau before her, what had happened. She haltingly explained that she had observed Ryan awaken at around 3:00am or so. He made a bowel movement, and immediately, his heart beat crashed, and the alarms monitoring him all went off at once. Nearly the entire CICU team pounced over him instantly, and for 35 minutes or so did everything they feasibly could, save the ultimate drastic measure of opening his chest and putting him on an ECMO bypass machine, to save him. Despite their full and all-but-the-most-drastic measures, and all they were able to attempt to do to save him, Ryan's heart would never establish and beat in sinus rhythm again. In a large room filled with all the best specialized cardiac care equipment and medical supplies available, with pediatric cardiac expert doctors who were fully knowledgeable about Ryan's care and condition readily at hand, nothing that even they in all their knowledge and immediate power were able to do in the time needed, could save him. It was as if God had reached out to Ryan and said with finality "no more" and took him home to himself in those first moments of heart failure, making utterly fruitless all the subsequent medical heroics or procedural gymnastics the doctors attempted or employed in their efforts to save him. This was Ryan's third stay in this Cardiac ICU, the previous two visits having been around four years earlier, the first 11 days after his birth, and the second 10 months later - both for open heart surgeries. He'd survived the two previous open-heart procedures to repair multiple significant holes in his cardiac septum (the wall separating the left- and right- side chambers of his heart). He had barely survived the first of those, surgeries, hemorrhaging badly directly from his heart for around 18 hours following the surgery. He survived only due to the use of a heart/lung bypass "ECMO" machine that day - and then for 5 subsequent and tension-filled days more - together with constant blood infusions to make up for the blood volume losses while his heart still bled from the site of the surgical trauma. Ryan's "toughness" over those first 18 hours, and then the succeeding 5 days on ECMO, so impressed the doctors and nurses that they began to call him their own "little Rocky" as his tenacious hold on to life so impressed these seasoned healthcare professionals who had seen other children succumb to lesser traumas than his - too many times. They'd said at the time that his fight to live through that first surgery and its aftermath reminded them of the fictional Philadelphian Rocky Balboa's tough fighting spirit (in and out of the boxing ring). In relatively short order, we were able to collect ourselves enough to understand the need to leave the CICU, as there were other sick children there who were doubtless being disturbed by the commotion of our emotional outpouring. I noticed that more than one of the CICU staff people were wiping tears from their eyes - whether in sympathy for our grief, or from frustration at their defeat, we never knew - as we departed. The nursing staff quickly brought Ryan's body back to us in his assigned room, where Barbara had been sleeping earlier that night and early morning, so that we could mourn in greater privacy than in the CICU. We each took turns holding him, and kissing his head, and weeping together, talking about him and reminiscing with some memories of him while over the next hour or so Barbara and I begin the task of calling our family members, friends, church family, and Ryan's in-home nursing team to tell them of his passing. I held him one last time, as his head then began to feel cool to my lips, and I could deny to myself no longer the reality and the fully unbearable knowledge that the flame of life had left his small body behind. I asked everyone to give him one last kiss goodbye - as I could no longer bear to hold him as his body cooled...alienating him further from life...from our lives, and after we discussed the necessary arrangements and procedures with the hospital nursing staff, we slowly, numbly, tearfully, departed for home - permanently without our son among us. Shortly after arriving home that fateful Sunday morning, the members of the team of nurses who had helped is with Ryan's overnight care during his too-brief 4 years of life with us were the first to visit us. They all began arriving not long after we got back to our home ourselves. Soon, about 7 or 8 nurses were gathered around us mourning his passing alongside us. They soon began relating stories of how he and they would interact and even play together some in the middle of the night sometimes if his feeding/changing coincided with him feeling more playful and awake for a while. There was universal agreement among these women who had become such a part of our lives to one degree or another over the past few years - that coming to our home to care for Ryan overnight was what they had considered a "plum assignment", and they so looked forward to it. Ryan was such an easy patient to care for and such a joy to be around when he was awake with them. Many of their other in-home patients were both much more work, and much less able to be interacted with than Ryan, so their work was often much less rewarding-feeling to them than caring for Ryan had nearly always been. After the cadre of Ryan's in-home nurses had gathered together with us for a while, one of the nurses, Peggy, a seasoned professional RN with 20 years of experience caring for sick children in home settings including ventilator cases and other complex situations, and Ryan's "main" nurse most of the time, said to the other nurses: "I'm just so glad that this didn't happen while I was caring for him overnight, because I would have felt I did something wrong and caused his death somehow." The other nurses murmured in quiet agreement with Peggy's sentiment. Hearing this, Barbara and I, seated together at the corner of our dining room table near the nurses in the living room, looked up at each other's eyes realizing, we discovered a little later, the same thoughts simultaneously. This, Ryan's cardiac event and sudden passing, had all happened on a Saturday night / Sunday morning. In the 4 years since having Ryan, we had never been able to have in-home nursing coverage for Ryan on a Saturday night. We both realized at the same moment that, had this happened while he was at home with us that night/early-morning, Ryan's only care providers in those crucial early moments after his heart stopped would have been her and I - alone. Those doubts and fears that Peggy had just shared would have been each of ours to shoulder, had the overnight events happened while Ryan was home with us instead of in the hospital. We each also later recognized that the full emotional weight of those doubts and fears could well have torn at either or both of us badly enough to have become a threat to our marriage and family over time. We had heard enough tales of that sort of problem arising between the parents and families of other sick children. We had several experiences over the last four years interacting and sharing stories with other parents and families with severely ill children during our previous stays at Ronald McDonald houses and other situations while Ryan lived. From those, a too-familiar theme arose that marriages and other relationships too-often failed due to the unexpected emotional stresses during and after children's illnesses and deaths. But instead of risking the consequences of any of those sorts of problems, God, in his infinite love and wisdom, deemed it best that he take Ryan back unto himself while he was surrounded by a group of some of the highest-qualified professional pediatric cardiac doctors and nurses to be found on this Earth. So, neither Barbara nor I (nor any of his in-home nursing team) could reasonably lay any legitimate claim to the full weight of such an emotional sense of guilt, shame, or blame for causing his passing with our own fears or concerns over our failure to help him properly in the critical moments of need. In doing so, God left one additional soothing, calming, and enduring set of His fingerprints on our lives, and on those whose lives were touched by our beloved little boy, Ryan. Several days later, a memorial service was held for Ryan at a funeral home near us in Medford, NJ, and we were given fresh evidence of just how much of an impact our little Ryan had on the world in his too-brief time with us. Somewhere near 300 people, many of his doctors, nurses, teachers, therapists, many members of both my and Barbara's extended families driving between 2-3 hours from Pennsylvania to attend and support us, along with our nearby church family, and a significant gathering of people from my employer - all appeared to help us say a final farewell to our son. Our pastor conducted the memorial service, and he gave me a chance to speak in eulogy for my son. I can't recall nearly everything I said, but among the final points I made was to say to everyone there that they should look around at all the people assembled there at the moment, and grasp the significance of the fact that our little boy had impacted all their lives to greater or lesser degrees in his all-too-brief time on this earth. That, if there was time to tell the full story of his life from events before his birth through to the very end to all those assembled for his memorial service, they too would all see, as his mother and I clearly did, that Ryan's entire lifetime -- from how we were moved largely by events beyond our control from our then home in western PA to southern NJ shortly before his birth (in a hospital that just recently completed an inter-operating agreement with A.I DuPont Hospital for Children in Delaware where Ryan would be directly placed into the skilled and caring hands of the world-famous Dr. Charles Norwood, then one of the top 3 pediatric cardiac surgeons in the world and for whom the Norwood Procedure for repairing hypoplastic heart defects is named, for his cardiac surgeries), through the many serious healthcare events during his life, and even in the timing and manner of his passing - was all a testament to God's love for each of us, one and all. I'm not sure if I achieved the impact I wanted to with my words at the memorial service right then, but I was trying to make the point that if God can do this sort of impact on nearly 300 other people with the short life of a small 4-year boy, how much more He could do with each of the rest of us, if we'd only let Him. So yes, while we mourn still, today, for the passing of our son now ten years gone from us, we also celebrate the impact that God saw that He made on others with Ryan's brief, but so-special life.
Don't Let Life Pass You By	25,794	4.54	386,982	[ "sister's boyfriend", "brother-in-law", "girlfriend's sister", "sister-in-law", "seduction" ]	The following is a true story. The names have been changed to protect those involved. \--- At the time of this story I had been dating my boyfriend Mike for about four years. We were both 21 and had been together since high school. We were each other's first and only and I always thought that was really special. I loved him a lot, we got along great, did a lot of fun things together, and the sex was good. I realize now that I really didn't have anything to compare it to, but it was still good. Even though things were good, after four years, I was starting to get a little bored. I still loved Mike a lot, but it was at this point in our relationship that I realized the parallels between us and my parents and I didn't want us to go down the same path. My parents had a similar start as us. They had met in high school, got married a few years later, and started a family really young. Fast forward approximately 30 years and they always fight, they haven't slept in the same room for over 10 years, and I highly doubt they have had sex in the same amount of time. This is no way to live and I'm not sure why they didn't get a divorce, but it was probably because of me and my older sisters. At 21 I was the youngest of three girls. My older sisters were 27 and 29 at the time. For the most part my parents kept up appearances for us, but we could all tell that they fell out of love and stopped having fun a long time ago. I don't know what triggered it, maybe it was because I was getting a little bored with Mike after so much time, but even though I still loved him, I started to fixate on the similarities between us and my parents. The main thing that ruined my parents was their early start. I'm not sure if they realized it then, but I could tell by their actions that they felt like they had been held back and resented each other for it. As far as I know, they had only been with each other and never experienced what it was like to be with someone else. Without going into details, I think that over the years they both suspected each other of cheating for this very reason. I was starting to realize that life is too short to limit myself like this and end up miserable like they are. This is when I decided I needed to do something to prevent this from happening to me. I didn't want to end up like my parents, feeling like I missed out. I wanted to know what it would be like to be with someone else. Life is definitely too short and although I really loved and cared for Mike, I started to feel like I needed to experience more, and soon, while I was still young and had the chance. To do so I had to come up with a plan so he wouldn't find out because I didn't want to lose him in the process. I started to think about a plan, but instead of starting with how, I realized I needed to start with who I wanted to be with. I had to figure out exactly what I wanted first and that would help me decide if I really wanted it at all. As I thought about it, I realized I definitely didn't want to pick up some random guy. I knew it wouldn't be good with someone I didn't know or care about. I'm an emotional person and I needed someone I had a connection with, someone I cared about and trusted. I wanted the experience to be one of not only lust, but also passion and if possible, love. Otherwise it wouldn't be worth the risk. This narrowed the potential list greatly. It couldn't be any of my guy friends or my boyfriend's either, they were too risky and I wasn't really attracted to any of them. They were also too much like my boyfriend and the whole point was to experience something new and different. The prospects were really starting to thin out and I hadn't really even started. Where could I find someone I knew and trusted, that would be fun to be with, and would keep the secret? I racked my brain of all the guys I knew, but no one fit that criteria and I came up empty. I started to get frustrated, so I really started to expand the list of potential guys to ones I knew through other people like my sisters. My older sister Kim was in and out of relationships and wasn't seeing anyone at the time, so she was a dead-end. I never liked any of her guy friends or boyfriends anyway. She always seemed to attract the wrong guy. My eldest sister Anne had a few guy friends that I thought were cute, but I never had a chance to get to know them well enough because of our age difference, so that was a dead-end too. My last resort was through her long-term boyfriend Keith. Since they had been dating for so long he had some friends that I got to know, but they were not my type and I didn't really know them well enough to trust them. Another dead-end. Anne and Keith had been dating since I was 15. Over the years I really got to know and trust him. He was part of the family. He had helped me with my homework in high school and some of my college work too. He always jumped at the chance to help me. He was a genuinely nice guy. At a few points over the years, before I met Mike, I had a crush on him and even fantasized about being with him, but I had always put it out of my mind because of my sister and eventually Mike. However, this recent realization about my parents and the trouble I was having finding someone made it harder and harder to put him out of my mind. I ended up thinking about him more and more. It eventually got to the point where every time I tried to think about alternatives, I always ended up thinking of him, which I tried to convince myself would obviously not work. After many more attempts at finding someone else, I reluctantly kept coming to the conclusion that Keith would be the perfect person for this as much as I didn't want to admit it. Sometimes the answer is right in front of you and you just don't see it, or deliberately try to ignore it. Unfortunately, this answer was my sister's boyfriend. However, I really cared about him and I knew I could trust him. I knew he cared about and trusted me too, so deep down I knew it could work as much as I tried to convince myself otherwise for obvious reasons. Keith was a good looking guy. He was a little over six feet tall, had brown hair, and a nice athletic build. Being older, more mature and experienced was exactly what I was looking for too. I had also heard that older guys are better lovers because they aren't selfish and take their time. The more I thought about it the more I thought how much fun it could be. But I was so conflicted. If I really was going to go down this path, I needed a way that I could pull this off without hurting anyone. Since we both had a lot to lose if it got out, I knew that if I got Keith to go along with it our secret would be safe. Neither one of us would want it to ever get out. My intention was to have this experience to make sure I didn't end up missing out like my parents did, to explore myself and someone new and in the process have fun and experience life in a different way while I still had the chance. My intention was not to do anything that would hurt my sister or my boyfriend. They could never find out, so my plan had to be perfect. I figured I wouldn't have too much trouble convincing Keith. I had a few things going in my favor. I am about 5'3" and at the time I was around 120 lbs, had long dark hair, and a perky build. I had caught him looking at me a few times over the past few years and I was fairly certain he'd be interested. I was also 21 and he was 29. I was pretty sure that he wouldn't mind being with a younger woman, especially after being with the same person for so long. I know I was a little bored and it had only been four years for me. There is also the sister fantasy that guys have, which I hoped would work in my favor. The allure of the forbidden nature of this act wasn't lost on me either. From the moment I decided that I definitely wanted to do this, or at least seriously think about it, I got really excited. Sometimes I would get so excited thinking about how it might happen I would end up masturbating. I would fantasize about every detail of how it would be and end up so engrossed in the fantasy that I would have the most amazing orgasms. I also felt energized and alive when I was around him too, knowing that he had no idea what I was planning. I would flirt with him a little also, just to test his reaction. I loved the feeling. It took me a few months to figure out how I wanted to go about doing it. I went through many different scenarios in my head, but I couldn't quite get something nailed down that wasn't complicated. Plus, I always got excited while planning and would end up day dreaming about how it might happen instead of actually planning. If I was alone, I almost always ended up getting aroused which would completely throw off my concentration. I finally decided to keep it simple. Simple is always the best way to go. Keith lived with my sister in a house fairly close to me. I was still living with my parents at the time. Every once in a while I would stay over their house in the guest room just to get away from my parents. I decided that the next time my sister was away on business, I would simply make an excuse to stay over, like I had to get out of my parent's house or I had a fight with Mike. The excuse didn't really matter because I knew Keith would let me stay, he always enjoyed having company. Once I was over I would see how things went and just work my way from there. My sister travelled fairly frequently for her job. I spoke with her and found out that she'd be travelling in a few weeks. That few weeks seemed like an eternity, but they finally passed and the time arrived. We lived in the suburbs of New York City and Anne would be in Florida on business for a few days, so I began to prepare. I got really nervous and excited knowing that the time was near. I made an appointment to get a bikini wax so that I'd be ready and I ended up waxing everything. I had never done that before. When I got home, I looked at myself in the mirror and felt so sexy. In the days leading up to it, I couldn't keep my hands off myself thinking about what might happen. Would he think I was sexy? Would he want me? Would it be awkward or comfortable? How would he feel inside me? A new person to kiss and touch, what would it be like? I had only been with Mike...I was overwhelmed with lust. All of my senses were heightened. I felt so energized and alive. When the day arrived I was even more overwhelmed, extremely nervous and excited. I couldn't stop thinking about it. I couldn't concentrate at work. My heart was constantly racing all day. I had to leave work early to go home and calm myself down. Around 6 PM, when I knew he'd be on his way home from work, I finally built up the courage and called him. This was the first of many big steps... "Hi Keith, its Alexis." "Hey, Alex, what's up?" he asked. "I need to get away from my parents for the night, they are fighting. Do you mind if I stay over your place?" "Sure, no problem. You are always welcome here, but you know that your sister is away though, right?" he replied. "Yeah, I know. I just really need to get out. Is that ok? If it's a problem I could just..." "Yeah, no problem. If you don't mind, I don't mind," he interrupted. "What time do you think you'll come by?" "Probably soon since I can't stand these two anymore." "Sorry about that. Well, forget about them. I wasn't looking forward to eating alone tonight anyway. I'll make dinner for two instead of one if you want to eat here." "That sounds perfect. I'll see you soon," I replied. "Great. I'll be home in about 30 minutes. So come by anytime after that. I'm looking forward to the company." He always made me feel welcome and comfortable. There was something about his voice that was soothing. I really started to feel like this was going to happen. My imagination was going wild. I realized I was starting to get wet. If things went well, I knew lubrication was not going to be a problem. I quickly started to put my things together. I stripped naked to look in the mirror one last time. I looked really hot. My long black hair hung down over my perky B-cup breasts. I had pretty nice curves back then too and the lack of hair between my legs looked great. My legs looked great also, glistening from a fresh shave. I had tanned a few times and was a nice golden brown color. I was looking the best I possibly could and was trying to feel as confident as I could although still very nervous. I almost started to touch myself right there, but I wanted my only orgasms to come later that night, so I refrained. I knew the anticipation would only make it better later anyway. I put one of my sexiest thongs on, the ones I would wear to bed, and then got dressed in some comfortable jeans and a t-shirt. I finished packing my bag with some sexy, but not too sexy, PJs and overnight stuff then left. The 15 minute ride there seemed like it took forever. My mind was racing. I wanted things to work out so badly. I wanted to know what it would be like to feel him close to me so badly. When I arrived he opened the door and was clean shaven. He was usually scruffy. My mind continued to race. Did he shave for me? He was also already changed from work and looked like he had taken a shower. Was he anticipating something? Was this a good sign? My senses were heightened and I was overanalyzing everything. Dinner was still cooking, so I went into the kitchen with him to help, but mostly to distract myself from my thoughts. I saw that he had opened a bottle of wine, another good sign? Even if it wasn't, I needed some alcohol to kill some of my nerves. He noticed me looking at the bottle. "Go ahead and pour yourself a glass," he said. "Pour me one too while you're at it." We began to drink and talk about different things as we prepared dinner. He asked about my parents. I asked about his work. Both subjects neither of us wanted to really talk about so we went on to other topics. When dinner was finally ready we sat down to eat where we talked and drank more. I didn't know if it was my imagination or not, but we were making good eye contact. Everything was getting me excited. I felt like I was beaming "I want you so bad" through my eyes to his. I wasn't sure if he was picking up on it. Weeks of anticipation, day dreaming, and fantasizing were coming to fruition and it was driving me a little insane with lust. Something that had started as a tiny seed of an idea in my head, one that I at first tried to push away, had grown into a monster of lust. It felt so good to want someone so bad and to be so close to having him. I had not felt that in a long time. We finished dinner and cleaned up. We both went upstairs to change into PJs. I put on my semi-sexy PJs and checked how I looked in the mirror. They were a little too tight, but I wanted to show off my figure. I went downstairs to find him already there. I could see his eyes take in my entire body, but again I wasn't sure if this was my mind playing tricks on me or if it was real. It was only 9 PM by then, so we sat in the living room and talked more while we finished the bottle of wine left over from dinner. I tried to sit close to him on the couch and make contact with him when appropriate without being too obvious. He seemed to be receptive. In my mind this was going great. It was the perfect build up to what I was hoping to be a really fun night. It started to get late and although I could tell he was getting tired I could tell he didn't want to stop talking. If he knew what I had planned, I think he wouldn't have minded ending the conversation early and retiring to bed. But he didn't and I wanted to torture him a little. I thought I was doing a pretty good job of seducing him. I was fairly convinced that sex with me had to have crossed his mind at least once tonight. Heading to bed would squash that idea quickly hopefully making him want me more, if he wanted me at all at this point. "I think I'm going to head up to bed," I said, "I have to be up early for work tomorrow. Thanks again for letting me stay over and thanks for talking. I really needed to get away." He looked at me with a bit of a sad face, which I don't think he realized he was making, and reluctantly said, "No problem. You know you are always welcome here." I could see the disappointment in his face, which was definitely working in my favor. I was pretty sure I had him. You always want what you can't have. I know that made me want him more. We walked upstairs together and he made sure I had everything I needed for my morning shower. I gave him a hug to make contact one last time and thanked him again. He then went to his room and I went to the guest room. I sat in there for about ten minutes before building up enough courage to make my biggest move of the night. I opened the door to the guest room and walked down the hall to his room. It felt like I stood in front of his door for ages. My heart was racing faster than ever. This was it. I took a deep breath and finally knocked on the door. Nothing... My heart was beating out of my chest now. Did he not hear me? Was he sleeping already? Was he ignoring me? I knocked again. After a brief pause, I heard "It's open." I opened the door and stuck my head in. Keith was lying in bed with the lights out. The clock on the nightstand threw a little light into the room. I could see his silhouette. "What's up?" he asked. I could tell from his voice that he hadn't fallen asleep yet. At this point I realized that I didn't have an answer. I hadn't really planned this part. I had fantasized about how it might happen, but fantasy and reality are always different. Quickly, without thinking, I just blurted out, "I don't feel like being alone right now. Would you mind if I slept in here?" As it came out of my mouth I felt like I blew the whole night. How obvious was that?! There was what seemed in my mind to be a long, uncomfortable silence. I started to feel stupid and I was about to open my mouth to say "never mind" when Keith said, "Umm, sure if you want to." He seemed a little dumbfounded, but I didn't say anything in response for fear of saying something stupid again. Instead I just closed the door and quickly walked towards the bed. I climbed into bed deliberately going over him and brushing by his legs on my way to the other side of the bed instead of walking around. I thought my heart was going to explode. I felt like this was my first time all over again, but better because I knew how good it could be. I wasn't completely clueless this time. The excited nervousness was almost too much. I was so aroused. Keith had to have gotten the hint by now, I was sure of it. I could hear he was breathing heavier than normal and I felt like I was so wet I started to wonder if he could subconsciously catch the scent. I pulled the covers over myself and lied down close to him. He rolled over to face me. My back was to him. "Is everything ok?" he said. He reached out his hand and put it on my back. I tried to calm down and said, "Yeah, I just don't want to be alone tonight." "Ok, just relax and try to fall asleep," he replied. After a long pause, he started to massage my back. I was going nuts inside and I had to imagine he was too. I tried to relax and just let him massage my back, so I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feeling of him touching me. His touch was soothing and I did start to relax. As he continued to massage my back, I slowly shimmied closer to him an inch at a time. I was breathing heavily now and so was he. After a while, I imagine since I didn't protest, his confidence increased and his hands began to wander beyond my back. He was making occasional low sweeps down to my lower back and over my side to the sides of my breasts. It felt so good. I sighed lightly to convey my approval. At this point we had both made pretty big moves, me hopping into bed and him massaging my back, but it was still fairly innocent. If I really wanted this I knew I had to be the one to make the biggest move. I took a moment to think and then decided. I did really want it. I made one last shimmy towards him so that my back was in his chest and my ass was against his crotch. I let out a sigh as I felt his hard erection against my ass. He was obviously excited. There is no sign better than that one! I instinctually ground my ass into him. He let out a bigger sigh than mine and pushed back grinding into me. He couldn't massage my back anymore since I was so close to him so he wrapped his arms around me and gave me a long, tight hug from behind. I was so comfortable and warm I could have fallen asleep so easily in his arms, but I wasn't in the mood for sleep. I let out a low "Mmmmmm" to let him know how comfortable I was. After a while, his hands started to explore my flat stomach. He worked his way up to my breasts and gave them each a little squeeze. "Mmmmmm," I repeated as my way of saying "keep going." He moved back down to my stomach. I let out another big sigh when his warm fingers brushed my bare skin for the first time. The pajama top I was wearing was tight and short and had ridden up a bit on me exposing my belly and my pierced belly button. I hadn't noticed until he touched me so it caught me by surprise. It had actually taken both of us by surprise because he hesitated a bit before continuing to rub my stomach. It felt so good to be touched. After a while, he buried his face into the back of my neck and I could feel his hot, heavy breathing. Every little thing brought me to the next level of excitement. I rolled towards him onto my back. Our faces met, and in the dim light of the alarm clock I could see his face. My rolling over had moved his hand from my bare stomach to my bare hip. He slipped his hand under my pajama pants, squeezed the side of my ass, and pulled me closer to him. I felt so comfortable and warm, yet so excited and nervous. I reached my arm around to grab the back of his neck, pulled him toward me, and kissed him. He pushed into me as we kissed deeply for the first time. His hand found my thong and eventually my ass. His touch felt so good. As he pulled away, he lightly sucked on my lower lip and gave it a playful bite. He definitely wanted this as much as I did, maybe more. I felt like this was the point of no return. If we went passed this point, it would have to be our secret for the rest of our lives. I needed to confirm that everything was going to be ok. Looking back at him after our kiss I said, "This feels so good. I want you so bad and want to have this experience with you, but I don't want to mess anything up." That was the simplest way I could put it. I didn't want to totally ruin the mood. He didn't say anything for a few seconds. I wasn't sure what he was thinking about. Me? My sister? As much as I wanted this I didn't want to ruin what we both already had. He looked back at me and said, "Alexis, I've watched you grow into such a beautiful young woman. I've even fantasized about being with you, but never thought it would actually happen for obvious reasons. I love you and your family and I don't want to mess anything up either..." He paused for a few more moments, then said, "...I want to know what it's like to be close to you. If you want that too, then let's just enjoy this time together now. Nothing else has to change." He must have read my mind. This is what I had been hoping for all along. I guess we had similar philosophies. You only get one chance at life and you should do the things that make you feel good otherwise you will regret it later when the opportunity has passed and you can't go back. So this was it. It was going to happen. It was actually happening. My plan had worked and most of my assumptions were correct. What I hadn't planned on was that he had fantasized about this! I thought that might have been a possibility, but always dismissed it. I couldn't stop thinking about him masturbating while thinking of me. That was so hot. I was so turned on. We hadn't done much so far and this experience was overwhelming. "So this will be our secret," I said. He then leaned down to kiss me again. That was all the confirmation I needed. He was a great kisser, so much different from my boyfriend. So far, this was exactly what I was looking for. As we continued to kiss, our hands were exploring each other. He had moved in closer to me, one hand exploring my ass and the other on my back. He pulled me closer to him and slowly licked my lips with his tongue. I opened my mouth slightly to let him in and our tongues swirled around in each other's mouths. It felt amazing. My whole body was super sensitive. We kissed deeply for a while. Then he rolled over putting one leg in between my legs with his knee putting pressure right where I needed it most. I almost gasped and instinctually ground myself into his leg. He then moved his hands to the bottom of my shirt and began to lift it up. I sat up a little to help him get my shirt off. I didn't have anything underneath, so I was now topless. I felt surprisingly comfortable. "You are so beautiful," he whispered as he stared at my now half naked body in the dim light. "I can't believe we are doing this. I want you so bad." I wanted to feel him, so I grabbed his shirt and he helped me take it off. I then ran my hands over his body. He was very toned and felt great. I knew going into this that he had more body hair than my boyfriend and I was always curious about how it would feel. I didn't know if I would like it, but as I ran my hands all over his chest it felt great. I thought that it made him feel like a man instead of a boy. "I've wanted to touch you for so long," I confessed. "Every time I've seen you without your shirt I had to try not to look and put it out of my mind." I had seen him shirtless many times at their pool or after working out. I was so excited that I finally got to touch him and run my hands all over his chest and abs. "Mmmm," was the only response he could come up with as he held himself up in a pushup-like position to give me access to his upper body. He then laid down on top of me and we were bare skin to bare skin. It felt wonderful to be so close to him. We were always friendly with each other over the years, but he always played a big brother type role to me. Being intimate with him and sharing this new connection and closeness with someone I had grown to love and trust felt great. I felt very happy to have him in my life. He kissed my neck and his hands started to work their way down exploring my naked breasts and stomach. His touch was so gentle, yet strong. I was in heaven. "Uh, you are so fucking hot," he blurted out. I could tell he was really getting into it. He hardly ever swore. His hands continued their southerly path and he slipped a few fingers under my waistband and grabbed and pulled at my thong teasing me. He then moved his hands between my legs. I spread them slightly to give him better access. "Mmmm, uhhhhh," I moaned. I wanted him to touch me so badly, but he seemed to do everything but that. I didn't know if he was teasing me or just taking his time. He ran his hands up and down my thighs and would come very close, but never right where I needed to be touched. The anticipation was intense. All I could do was squirm and moan. He finally slipped his hand into my pajama pants on top of my panties. He grabbed me right where I needed to be touched and gave a light squeeze. "Oh god, that feels so good, you feel so good," I said in response to his touch. In the same motion he pulled the front of my thong to the side and felt my wet lips for the first time. "Uhhhhnnnn!" I moaned loudly. "Finally!" I screamed to myself in my head. The build up to this point had been so intense that it felt incredible to finally be touched. I think he knew that. This was all new to me. "Oh my god that feels so good. I've been waiting for you to do that." "You are so wet and smooth. You feel great," he said. He slid his fingers up and down my labia and found my clit. He definitely knew what he was doing. Sliding his fingers slightly inside me to lubricate them, then running them the whole length of my lips to my clit and back, over and over. I felt the first of what would be many orgasms begin to grow inside me. At this point I no longer wanted him to be inside me, I needed him inside me, but somehow I knew there was going to be a lot of foreplay before that would happen...and I was going to love every minute of it. I think he knew that as well. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" was all I could muster as he used his fingers on me. Continuing to slide his fingers back and forth from my labia to my clit he was quickly bringing me to the brink. Keith then slipped a finger inside me and that was all I could take. "Ohhh! Ohhh! Uhhhh! Uhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed as my first orgasm crashed over me like a wave of pleasure. "Holy fucking shit," was all I could think. That was with just his finger, what else was in store for me? After I recovered I was consumed with lust and pleasure and I went straight for his penis. I slipped my hand into his pajama pants and was pleasantly surprised to find out he did not have boxers on. I grabbed his penis and gave it a hard squeeze. He felt so big and hard. I could barely get my hand around him. "Uhhhh. Mmmmmm. Oh!" he gasped. "That feels so good. I want you so bad." He hadn't been touched yet and from that reaction I had to imagine the sensation of my hand on him must have felt great. I ran my hand up and down his manhood as he continued to explore me with his fingers. He found my G-spot and brought me to another orgasm quickly no doubt encouraged by the pleasure he felt from my hand on him. "Uh! Fuck!" I exclaimed as my orgasm crashed through me. "I know," he replied, "this feels so fucking good." "Yes. Uh, yes!" I said in agreement. "I never felt like this before. I mean, I've had orgasms, but nothing like these." The anticipation and forbidden nature of what we were doing was heightening all of my senses. I was having the best orgasms of my life... with my sister's boyfriend! "I'm glad you're having fun," he replied. Fun? This was beyond fun, I thought. To my dismay, after my orgasm subsided, he removed his fingers from inside me. I wanted more, but instead of touching me he began to kiss my chest and took my breasts into his hands. He flicked my right nipple with his tongue before taking it into his mouth and sucking on it, and then did the same with the left one. He gently sucked on my nipples for a while, sometimes stopping to lightly lick around them. They got so hard and sensitive to the touch of his tongue it was sending shivers down my whole body. He then started to work his way further down, kissing my stomach. He looped his fingers in the waistband of my pants and thong and started to remove them. I lifted my hips to help him. I was now completely naked and more aroused than I had ever been in my life as I felt the cool air in the room flow over my bare skin. "Mmmmm, that feels so good," I said again to encourage him to keep going. "You are so hot," was his reply... and I felt hot. "You are too. You feel so good." He gave my belly button a quick kiss even tugging a little on my belly ring. He then kissed my hip and then my thigh before settling between my legs. I felt his hot breath on me right before he buried his tongue inside me. I let him lick me for a few seconds before I couldn't take it anymore. "Oh god! That feels great, but I need you inside me," I proclaimed. "You can do that later if you want." I didn't give him time to reply. I immediately sat up. "Lie down," I demanded. He did what I said. With his assistance, I pulled his pajama pants off. We were now both completely naked. I straddled his legs near his thighs giving me a good view of his penis for the first time. I grabbed it and stared at it for a second. He was definitely bigger than Mike. I wasn't sure if that was going to be a problem. I leaned forward and took him into my mouth and sucked the head. "Oh, Alexis, that feels so good. Your mouth feels... so... good, "he stuttered as I swirled my tongue around the tip. With him still in my mouth I looked up at him to see that he had propped his head up on a pillow to watch me. He was definitely enjoying the feeling of what I was doing and watching me do it probably made it a lot better. I sucked the head more and licked up and down the shaft as he moaned loudly. I could hardly get the head in my mouth, but I don't think he cared. I used the lubrication from my saliva to rub the shaft with my hands. It felt good to make him feel good. As I sucked on him I realized I was grinding away on his thigh keeping my own pleasure heightened. He responded by pushing back towards me. "I want to be inside you," he proclaimed as he twitched underneath me. I must have been doing a good job. "I want you inside me," I confirmed. With that I slid up to straddle his waist so that his penis was right in front of me touching my belly. I pushed it against me and slid forward so it was pressed in between our bodies, but not inside me. I rocked back and forth on his shaft using my wetness to lubricate him more. By the look on Keith's face, I thought he was losing his mind. I was too. I was tingling all over. He was so close to being inside me now. All the anticipation up until this point had been torture and amazing at the same time. Finally, I grabbed him again and lined him up directly with my aching vagina. Words cannot describe how much I needed him inside me at this point. I lowered myself onto him slowly because I wasn't sure if he would fit. The tip slid in easily and I rocked back and forth on just the tip to get used to his size. "Uhhhhhhh," we both moaned in unison. Him responding to my vagina's soft, wet grip on his rock hard erection and me responding to the feeling of his hardness beginning to fill me up. The feeling was unbelievable. "Oh my god, you feel amazing," he said. "It feels so good to be this close to you. I've always wanted to be so close to you," he confessed. "I didn't realize it until recently, but I have too," I replied. "You are the perfect person for this. I'm so comfortable with you." A little at a time I lowered myself more and more onto him. It was a tight fit, but he fit entirely inside me without much trouble. Once he was all the way in, we both just stayed still for a few seconds to take in the moment. It was wonderful. The feeling of him inside me. The intense pleasure. The gentleness. I really cared about him and from what he had just said and the look on his face I knew he felt the same. This experience was definitely turning out to be more amazing than I imagined it would be. With him still completely inside me, I leaned forward to kiss him. As we kissed I started to slowly slide up and down on him. He responded by slowly thrusting in and out of me. We made love like this for a few minutes. With each slow thrust it felt like he got bigger and harder inside me. Every nerve inside me was being stimulated and another intense orgasm consumed my entire body. "Uhhh, uh, uh, uh!" I exclaimed as I shuddered from my most recent orgasm. I was in heaven. I felt like I was high. Now that he was safely inside me, I wanted him to take over. I started to roll to the side and he got the hint. While still completely inside me, he rolled me onto my back without coming out. I spread my legs apart to give him complete access so he could get as deep inside me as possible. I felt like I needed him all the way in me. I was experiencing such intense pleasure I wanted to consume him completely. He started to slide in and out of me. Sliding his penis completely out and penetrating me over and over again. It was driving me wild. He kissed me and then leaned back almost sitting up. He continued to thrust into me, but was looking down at what was happening between our legs. "Uh!" he grunted, I'm guessing pleased and turned on at what he could see of our bodies crashing into each other in the dim light. "You have such a beautiful body." I didn't reply, but was curious now too, I leaned forward to take a look. The sight of him sliding completely out of me then back inside coupled with the sensation of actually feeling it happen was intense. I almost asked him to turn some of the lights on so I could see more. His penis glistened in the dim light from the lubrication then quickly disappeared inside me. Glistened then disappeared. Glistened then disappeared. Each thrust sent shots of pleasure through me. Each shot knocking me closer to the next orgasm. "Uhhhhhhh," I cried out load consumed by the pleasure I was receiving between my legs. He then shifted closer to me and began to penetrate me from a higher angle. The angle gave him the ability to hit my clit and slide into me in the same motion. I had never felt this before. It was amazing. I quickly started to shudder as this new, wonderful sensation consumed me and another orgasm was triggered. At this point, although it felt so fucking good, I needed a break. I was beginning to feel exhausted. I could sense that he was getting close to cumming anyway, so I began to thrust back into him. I pushed my hips hard towards him, matching his rhythm. "Oh god, that feels good," was his response. I also decided that this was the right time to tell him I was on the pill. He looked like he was right on the edge and I knew that would send him over it. "You can cum inside me," I said, "I'm on the pill... I want you to cum inside me. I want to feel you cum in me." "Oh, Alexis, that is so hot. You are so hot." He pushed me back and laid completely on top of me holding me close and squeezing me tightly. My breasts were pressed hard into his chest. We both had a thin layer of sweat forming and it lubricated our lust-filled bodies. He kissed me deeply and started to thrust with more intensity now. Another orgasm started to present itself as he picked up the speed of his thrusts. I was so wet you could hear the sounds of our bodies slapping into each other. We were both getting so close. "Tell me when," he whispered into my ear. As my last orgasm came to fruition, I responded with "Now...now...now," in between breaths. I don't know if he hadn't had sex in a while or if it was the overwhelming nature of what we were doing, but Keith came hard inside me timing it perfectly. I could feel his penis convulse inside me as he pushed hard into me trying to get in as far as possible. At the same time my orgasm made me convulse too helping squeeze his sperm out of him and deep into me. I don't think there is anything more sexy and makes me feel more like a woman than to feel a man cum inside me. He filled me up and it felt wonderful. We both slowly came down from our highs and realized how tired we were. We cleaned up and fell asleep in each other's arms. As I started to fall asleep I realized that I just had the best sex of my life with my sister's boyfriend. It was the most amazing night. I woke up early the next morning completely refreshed and relaxed. I got out of bed slowly so I didn't disturb Keith, who didn't have to leave for work until later, and took a shower. As I showered I went over the night's events in my head, I started to get aroused again. It was truly a great experience and I was reveling in the memory of it when the shower door opened. "I guess I wasn't quiet enough," I thought to myself as Keith stepped into the shower. "Hi," he said normally as if we weren't both standing in the shower naked. "Morning," I said back. He wrapped his arms around me, pulled me close, and kissed me on the forehead. "I had fun last night. Thank you," he said as water dripped between our naked bodies. "Me too," I replied. I didn't feel weird about what had happened. We showered together, helping each other wash. Our hands explored each other's soapy bodies. I was extremely aroused and it was very obviously that he was also, but we didn't do anything but enjoy each other's touches. We finished showering and got out. Keith grabbed a towel and started to dry me off. No one had ever done that to me before. He dried me everywhere while admiring my body. "You are so beautiful," he said as he finished drying me off and wrapped the towel around me tightly. I felt so safe and secure. We both finished getting ready for work. Time had slipped by in the shower, so there was no time for breakfast. Instead I had to head out quickly. We met at the door. Keith looked down at me. I gave him a big hug and kissed him one last time. This time I said, "thank you." "Bye," he said, "Give me a call later." "Ok," I replied. We reluctantly broke our embrace and I left. As I drove to work I couldn't stop thinking about all that had happened. I knew the experience would be exciting, gratifying, and fun, but I never thought it would be as good as it was. My hopes were high, but this had blown away all of the scenarios I had fantasized about while planning. My original intention was for this to be a onetime deal, but it made me feel so good I started to rethink that decision. I really liked having this new connection with Keith. Now that I knew he was more than ok with it and both of us didn't want anyone to find out, we could do this more if we were very careful. I decided to call him later to talk about it. We did have a few more days to work with. We ended up being together a few more times over the next few days and we were together many more times over the next few years at random when the timing worked. We never took any chances in order to make sure the secret stayed safe. We both didn't want anyone to get hurt and it was too good of a thing to mess up so we were always extra careful. Eight years later no one ever found out and when I think back I'm really glad I had decided to do it. I have no regrets. There is too much taboo around sex and relationships that causes people to miss out on some life experiences that everyone should have. As I reflect back on it, it was really just two people who care about each other experiencing life and making each other feel good, really good. It actually helped the both of us. Though conversations later we both found out that it had filled a void in our lives and helped us move on. It may seem wrong to some, but eight years later I can safely say it was really harmless. Keith and Anne have been married for five years now, are doing really well, and have three great kids. Mike and I have been married for two and our first child is on the way. Things are great and I'll never forget the times I spent with Keith in secret. They were so much fun. Sometimes at family gatherings we'll catch each other in a glance and it will take me back, I can tell he is thinking the same thing. It brought us closer together and we are better friends because of it. We now enjoy sharing our time together as a family instead of lovers. I think I took the time to write this for a few reasons. To relive those fun times by getting the story down on paper and also to finally "tell someone" and maybe inspire others to have as many experiences as possible in life and make sure they don't let life pass them by. I feel very lucky to have had someone like Keith in my life. To have had the opportunity to explore myself and someone different sexually without having to risk getting a disease, having a bad experience with someone that didn't care about me, or losing the person I love deeply, Mike. \--- Sometimes Keith and I had to come up with creative ways in order to be together without anyone finding out. If you liked this story are interested in those stories, I had fun remembering and writing this one and wouldn't mind sharing those as well. Let me know.
Beebe and Petey Ch. 03	14,020	4.56	1,262,109	[ "lesbian", "bi-sexual" ]	"Bye, now" Said Dene, turning with a wide grin. "Lover" she added over her shoulder. Good lord, what a day that had been! Toward the end of my senior year, all in the same day: I discovered I had a powerful fetish for pre-cum; I touched a guy's cock for the first time--jacked him off, in fact; Sucked said cock; Had my tits sucked and licked and fondled; Had my pussy licked; Had a mind-blowing orgasm after licking pre-cum, locking said guy's wrist between my legs while I bucked and screamed; Met said guy later the same night and lost my virginity; and then, when I thought the night was over Deep-kissed his sister and got wet all over again. Dene observed, correctly, that her brother Chad and I had been in love for years without admitting it, much less doing anything about it. That she spoke the truth to us was the key to finally admitting it. It was Chad's wrist that I locked between my thighs, Chad's pre-cum I licked, Chad that I jacked off, Chad who licked my pussy and Chad that I exchanged cherries with--at 18 and 19, we were both still virgins. Then, when I thought the day was all over, I took the first step toward a delightful lesbian affair with my best friend, Chad's sister Dene. All-in-all, the spring of 1971 was a fabulous season! Let me bring you up to date. After that fabulous night, I could barely think, and when I did all I could do was either worry about whether I was a lesbian or fantasize about when Chad and I could jump each other's bones again. The kiss with Dene kept playing over and over in my mind. WHY on earth did I slip her the tongue! I sure didn't think about it--it was just, just--well--automatic. Like my tongue shot into her mouth without asking me first! Even worse, I liked it! I mean, in the split second before I realized I was kissing Dene, it felt really good! And when she kissed me back, even longer and definitely on purpose--my head was spinning. If I was honest with myself, and I really didn't want to be, I had to admit I wished we'd kept at it. And Chad! Wow! We're in love with each other! My best friend and I are in love and I've never been more excited--giddy, tingling (wet) pulsing with energy. Yesterday, Saturday, went by in a blur. I went with Mom and Dad to the beach, then shopping, then dinner out and finally home pretty late. Chad and Dene's family was gone when we got back and I didn't get to see either of them all day. It was Sunday now, and I had to go to church! CRAP! Of all the places to have these thoughts running around in my head. If I left a wet spot on the pew I'd just die. Cold shower! Now! OK-guess I know why Ann Landers recommends these things. I made it through church, but couldn't abide the thought of Sunday dinner with my parents and bugged out for my sister's house. I needed to talk to someone I trusted that I hadn't just tongue-kissed or screwed! It was a good decision. Jan was living on her own, earning her own way and doing it well. She was definitely a free-spirit. Most people thought she was a hippie because of the way she dressed, but she had started a record store/head shop and it had a huge following. She was far more a business woman than a hippie. Her latest boyfriend greeted me at the door: "Hey Kath! Jan's in the shower--c'mon in!" "Have you guys had lunch yet?" I asked. "Lunch!? We were just thinking about breakfast!" Bet they had a great night! "Listen, Tony, I really need to spend some time with Jan. Is there any way I could talk you into heading out to a restaurant for a while?" "Sure kid. What's up? You look worried. You're not knocked up are you?" "Not a chance. I just need my sister for a while." "No problem--I'm outta here. Tell Jan I'll be at the Waffle House-then out to the airport for the afternoon. That's where I was going to head anyway. Hey--she'd probably love it if you'd make her some toast and eggs. There's some fresh OJ in the fridge too." "Thanks Tony--I really appreciate it." I heard the shower stop and got to work on breakfast. As Jan walked into the kitchen the toast popped up and the eggs were ready to serve--over easy, just like we both loved. "Hey Jan--haven't poured the juice yet, but Tony said there's some fresh in the fridge." "Kitten! What brings you by?" "Let's eat first, Jan. I'm suddenly absolutely starving. Then I need to talk with you--wow. Do I ever need to talk." "Sounds interesting! But you're right--breakfast looks great!" I ate slowly, relaxing some with each bite, sure that Jan would guide me through this web of emotions. Finally, the eggs were delightfully gone, the dishes were washed and put away and we were back at the table. "OK--give." Jan said, raising her eyebrow at me. It all came gushing out: "Well, I had a wild, screaming orgasm from tasting Chad's pre-cum while I humped his wrist, jacked him off, had dinner with mom and dad, discovered Chad and I are wildly in love, screwed him and then french-kissed Dene. Do you think I'm a lesbian?" I was talking so rapidly it could have all been one word! "Whoa!!!!!! Back up, Kitten!! Or maybe you've outgrown that name!" "Yeah. I think I'm past Kitten." "Well, back up and start from the beginning, huh? Wait. Let me answer your last question--no, you're not a lesbian. If you're in love with Chad (which I've known for years, by the way) had a "thundering orgasm" licking his dick and then screwed him (and good for you, by the way) then you're absolutely NOT a lesbian. We'll come back to kissing girls in a minute, but tell me the whole deal. Did this have something to do with why you were quizzing me about pre-cum?" "Yeah--that's where it started. It's more than just regular cum seeping up ahead of an orgasm, though. It actually prepares the inside of a guy's dick so the leftover pee doesn't murder the sperm on their way out. I got the sex book from the reference section at the library." "Holy shit, kiddo! What'd old lady Vance think of that?" "She didn't say--she just looked. You know--that over-the-glasses, pinched-mouth, eye-rolling look." "HA! Yep!--I know that one!" and she produced it perfectly. "Well, I got a little obsessed about pre-cum, and I asked Chad if he ever got it. He said he hadn't ever heard it called that, but he described it perfectly. Then he teased and asked if I wanted to see. I called him on it. And. Oh, Jan! I've never had anything like that happen ever--not even with the vibrator you got me. I tasted it, his pre-cum, I mean, and the minute that drop hit my lips I began to cum like I've never felt. I mean, I was all the way out of control--I couldn't stop! Poor Chad thought I was having a heart attack and lost his boner." Jan didn't say anything, but her eyes were really wide. "After I came back to earth, I jacked him off, got blasted with cum all over me and had to bail out of Dene's window because her mom came home." "I managed to help mom with dinner and then Dene came over and told me she heard us. We all three walked down to the park, and Dene worked on us till we admitted we loved each other. Then she left, and Chad and I screwed on the picnic table. He came pretty fast, but it was a lot--need to talk to you more about that later--and then we walked home. Dene met us by the house and came in with me. When she left, that's when we kissed. It started out as just a hug and a peck on the cheek, but I zigged when she zagged, we kissed on the mouth and I slipped her the tongue. I didn't even I realize I'd done it! I was like my tongue just jumped out! Why would that happen if I wasn't a lesbian?" "And then she kissed me back and we tongued each other, and I kind of liked it, so how could I NOT be a lesbian?" "Slow down, kid--take a breath." "First, don't worry about kissing Dene. Girls make out with girls sometimes--it doesn't mean you have to give up guys. Second, I'm just thrilled beyond words for you, and I'm thrilled that Chad was your first. I really didn't want you to give up your cherry to Hank or some dork that would go shouting it around the locker room like he just conquered Mt Everest or something." "I got his too" I said. "Huh?" "I got Chad's cherry--I was his first too." I smiled and looked up into Jan's eyes. "I'm just over the moon about finding out we're in love and that we got each other's cherries." "And before you say it, I know it's a figure of speech for both of us. Thanks for the vibe and advice, by the way. His dick was kinda tight, but it didn't hurt." "Oh, sweetie" she said, getting up to hug me, "you're at the beginning of a great new part of your life." Then she added: "You ARE keeping on track with the pills, right?" "Don't worry--I've never missed a one. But Jan, what do I do now? How do I talk with Dene? And how do I keep from screwing Chad in front of his mom? I'm so damned HORNY!" "OK--let's tackle Dene first. I don't want or need to put words in your mouth, but here are a few things I think are important: First, take a walk with Dene, just the two of you. Tell her what you told me--that your tongue just kind of shot out, AND that you liked it, AND that I told you that it doesn't make you a lesbian AND that you're sorry if it made her feel weird. I'm betting it didn't; Second, don't tell anyone else about you and Dene. The world is full of idiots and their blather is why you were worried about being a lesbian. We're in the 70's, for God's sake, and people should know better, but they don't; Third, tell mom and dad you and Chad are dating. They'll be thrilled. We all love Chad; Fourth, really work at keeping the kind of easy, open relationship with Chad going. People work for years to get what you two already have. Sex will take care of itself." "Oh, and let me get something for you." She left the room for a bit and came back with a thick, three-ring binder. "Do you remember my friend Alex? He was 2 years ahead of me and we dated for a while. In fact he got MY cherry. Anyway, he's a doctor now, and he's writing a book about sex! This is a draft--he thinks he's got a publishing deal lined up for it. The title he came up with was "A Dr's Guide to Good Sex." Tony and I read it together and thought he ought to call it "Joyous Sex." He said he might. If you think you can keep it hidden from mom and dad, you can take it with you--it answers EVERYTHING. I even looked up pre-cum after you asked me, and you're right--he says the same thing." "If you'd rather, you can come over here after school and read it. For that matter, you and Chad probably need some place with a little privacy. Tony and I are never here till after we close the shop, so use your key and help yourself in the afternoons. Just don't leave a wet spot in my bed" she said with a wink. Then we went on to discuss guys and their dicks, and a good many other things. I was so happy to have time with Jan. "Hi you two--safe for a guy to come back in?" Tony called from the back door. Holy Cow! Jan and I had talked for 4 hours. I'm surprised Mom hadn't called looking for me. "I better scoot" I announced. "Jan, you're the best sister and the best friend in the world" I said, hugging her tightly. "I love you bunches, Kitten, I mean Tiger" she said, returning the hug and kissing my cheek. Then she whispered: "Fuck him good, sweetie, and love every minute!" Dene was out front as I got back. I took Jan's advice and told her straight out. When I said I was sorry if it made her feel weird, Dene said: "Weird, yeah, mostly surprised. But the biggest surprise was that I liked it too, and it made me a little wet. I went home and fingered myself to an orgasm, pretending it was you. Then I felt really guilty. So Jan says that doesn't make us lesbians?" "She says girls sometimes make out with other girls, but it doesn't make us switch teams--it's just "extra." "And, Dene--she says Chad and I can use her house after school! And she's got this great book about sex--way better than the reference desk--and the guy that got her cherry wrote it! We gotta go over there tomorrow and read about girls making out." "Petey?" "Yeah" "Can you come over after dinner tonight?" "Sure. Wait--" "I think we should experiment first, read later." I sucked in a sharp breath. "Really?" "Yeah, really. You game?" "Will Chad be home?" "Nope--and neither will Mom and Dad. They're all going to Hank's house for some kind of team rah-rah deal. You know, Chad the super-star alum and everything." "Okay--see you after dinner." Another challenging dinner. I managed to keep up with family banter for a while, and then took another piece of Jan's advice. "Mom, Chad and I are going to start dating." Mom and Dad tried to be cool, but Jan was right. They gave each other that "parent" look and smiled. "That's nice dear. Is that what you had to see Jan about?" "Well, mostly I hadn't seen her in a while" I lied, "but she said she was happy for me and that I should tell you too. Oh, Mom" I blurted, "Jan said you've all known Chad and I loved each other even before we did. Is that true? Was it that plain to everyone but us?" "Well, dear, we didn't know for sure, but you and Chad have the kind of closeness that even some married people don't have. Even when you were really young, you always had a kind of energy when you were together. We're happy for you if you and Chad recognize that too." "You and I will talk some more about boys later" she added. Dad's ears got a little red, but he kept quiet. Well, crap. Didn't really want that, but it won't kill me. She already knows I'm on the pill--she set that up. Probably a lecture on "saving myself for marriage." "I'm going over to Dene's tonight to work on Physics for tomorrow. Chad and his folks are over at Hank's house, so we'll be able to concentrate." I didn't mention that Dene and I had knocked out the Physics in study hall. Then regular dinner drivel resumed. I showered again, then headed to Dene's. Dene was wearing a nighty when she let me in. She didn't say a thing--just led me down to her bedroom. She pulled me into a hug, cheek-to-cheek. I was very aware now of her breasts pressing into me. Strange--I'd never paid attention to that when we'd hug before. She whispered in my ear: "Are we still OK here?" I kissed her cheek lightly, then loosened the hug and separated just a little. I looked into her eyes, then closed mine and kissed her softly, lips slightly parted. Her tongue darted across mine. I felt my nipples tighten. Then we clinched tightly and began making out like I used to with Hank and felt my pussy moisten. We came up for air after a few minutes and Dene said again: "Still OK?" "More than OK," I admitted. "My nipples are stiff and my pussy is wet." "God. Mine too. And we're both panting like we're with guys in the back seat at the drive in!" "This is definitely weird, but Dene, I'm loving it!" "Me too," she said, and moved her hand to my right breast. "Can I kiss it?" she said? My hands shook as I unbuttoned my blouse. I couldn't get the damned bra unhooked and turned my back to Dene. I don't even remember my bra sliding off or turning back around but now Dene and I had resumed the lip lock and she was playing with both my tits. I can't say she was better at it than Chad, but it was great and different. Man, between Dene and Chad, ol' Hank was history! "You can play with mine too," Dene said, "if you're comfortable with that." "Let's get you out of this," I said, and with boldness I don't usually have, lifted her nighty over her up stretched arms and hugged her to me--bare breasts to bare breasts. Ohhhhhh--what a sensation THAT was. I can remember it as clearly as if it happened yesterday. We held each other that way for a long time, kisses becoming more and more fervent, and then I lifted my hands to caress her tits. I actually got so lightheaded I thought I might need to sit down. "Let's get you out of those shorts, lover, and head over to the bed," Dene said as she loosened my shorts. Shorts and panties were on the floor and we were both naked in each other's arms. We interleaved our legs as Chad and I had, and I felt Dene's thick bush against the front of my thigh. She reached around and cupped my ass in her hands and ground into me. "This is wonderful, but really, let's get on the bed now," Dene urged. "Dene, I'm on the verge of an orgasm, I think," I gasped. "Can I touch your pussy?" she asked. I guided her hand to my slit and she ran two fingers into my pussy, stroking in and out, then brought them up on either side of my clit and began to squeeze it lightly between them. That was it for me. I exploded again, and with effort didn't scream this time--just bucked and gasped against her hand. "Now me," she said, guiding my hand down into her bush. God, her pubes were thick. She was trimming aggressively, I knew, because of swim team and the Speedo suit that loved to let stray hairs spray out the sides, but it was still at least twice as thick as mine. I could feel the stubble where she'd removed her "treasure trail' as I later came to call it--the pubic hair that stretched from her delta up to her belly button and even on toward her sternum. As I stroked her, my fingers dancing on her clit and my wrist nestled in her pussy hair, I HAD ANOTHER GODDAMNED ORGASM!! What the hell! I'm coming from just fingering my friend? (It turned out to be a more specific trigger, but I didn't tumble to that until later.) Then Dene finally came and she put MY screaming fit with Chad to shame. I'm surprised my folks didn't think we were being raped and come running in to rescue us! "Well" Dene finally said. "Well, indeed," I replied. "Are we still OK here?" "Think so. We may need to experiment a little more to be sure," I grinned. Then we heard the garage door go up. \--to be continued
Frankie's Story Ch. 02	29,870	4.66	699,728	[ "niece", "slave", "master", "handcuffs", "punishment", "collar" ]	For such a long time all I could do was sit and watch this extraordinary woman as she knelt in front of me. Her eyes glued to my chest not moving a muscle. I shook my head to remove myself from this trance and got up from my seat. I passed my niece and attempted to hide my thoughts, then told her to go to bed. I had loved Shannon with all my heart, but as I lay in bed watching the ceiling that evening, all I wanted to do was strangle her for putting me in this position. I understood she had been caught by Frankie and had to tell her something to stop her calling in the police, but she must have known what was happening to Frankie. She gave our niece her own collar for heaven's sake! As my brain finally succumbed to tiredness and started to switch itself off, my last thought was of my brother and his wife, and what I was going to tell them. Frankie was already up when I came into the kitchen. Her naked form was new to me. I had seen her in bathing costumes for the hot tub and a few times in a bikini when Shannon and I went to parties at my brother's place. But this was Frankie in the suit she was born in and uncovered for me. Youth still held Frankie's breasts firm and in place, more than a handful may be wasted, but it sure wasn't wasted on her body. Given the women I had seen naked, I had never seen nipples so thick with the potential to be wondrously long with almost strawberry red aureoles. The curiosity to see how long they would be when erect must have been something primeval within me. The landing strip of hair on her pubic bone was trimmed back so much that the only reason you noticed it was because it was dark as the hair on her head. The collar all too familiar and fitted Frankie as well as it fitted Shannon. I hadn't heard one word from her since she had put her collar on. There were still too many unanswered questions pounding at my thoughts, wanting to know the answers. I needed to know more before I could make any form of decision. I smiled to myself as I thought I understood why Frankie came to me in the first place, and possibly her agenda behind it all. She wanted me to get to the bottom of what was on her mind, before I sorted out her return to her folks. With breakfast over and the kitchen cleaned, we headed for the porch. Even as I sat, she knelt on the decking next to me. It seems Frankie took her role in this very seriously. "There was a tipping point in your relationship with Randy. What was it?" For such a long while Frankie simply knelt next to me saying nothing, my mouth opened to repeat my question, then she finally spoke up. "Randy took me to a dungeon up state. He told me that we were only going to look around, but he lied. He led me into a room and introduced me to two masters and two mistresses then told me for the duration of our stay, I was to do each and every one of them, for as long as they wanted me." Even as I watched her, a great sadness came to her as she recounted that evening. A tear wound its way down her cheek as she recounted her tale. Randy went and sat in a chair; both men held her down as both women took turns with her, using a strap-on. Once they were done, it was plain to see that from then on, she no longer needed to be restrained. For the next three hours, each and every hole that Frankie had in her body was used. It seems that when they were done and had left, Randy got up out of his chair and said that he just wanted to see how he would feel watching her do all four of them. He said that he may not tell her to do it again, but then again, he may do. My heart went out to her. Randy clearly didn't know anything about the gift that my niece had given him. It was also clear to see that she was close to slipping into a funk over the memories that this sorry tale had given her. It was time to move her on from this. "You are a slave; you were there to do as you were told." For the first time that morning her head came up and her eyes bored deep into me. "I'm a slave by choice. That doesn't make me anyone's whore. I noticed while all this was going on, not once did any of their own slaves come in to share the load. For three hours I was used as nothing more than a free ride for his friends. I knew then, that he could never again have my respect or loyalty." Just shrugging my shoulders seemed to incite her a great deal and what I said next, damn near made her apoplectic. "Never the less, you gave yourself to Randy. You were his to do with as he see fit, you don't get a say in the matter. As Randy's property, you do as you are told." "If you had tried the same stunt with Aunt Shannon she would have stuck a knife in you the next time you slept together!" That made me chuckle and nod my head in agreement, it also brought a smile to Frankie's lips and lightened her spirit. "Yes, when I met Shannon and we clicked so quickly, we never needed anyone but each other. Oh, we did stuff that would give you nightmares young lady, but the trust between us was total. What we did, or in most cases, what I did to her, we did because we wanted too, knowing we would remain exclusive." For such a long time I simply sat and enjoyed the silence. Finally Frankie's fidgeting became too much and I walked into the cabin. Coming out once again with a rug and tossing it on the decking next to her. She looked up at me slightly confused. "The decking can be hard on the knees I know. Put that on the deck and kneel on that." Frankie nodded her head once and did as instructed. Even then I waited another hour before she said what I knew was coming. "I know I can do this. I thought Randy was a younger version of you. How wrong was I? Please give me a chance to prove I can do this." It took me so long to answer, even Frankie moved her gaze from my chest to my face awaiting my decision. "You're my niece, we can't do this. Hell, I shouldn't even be seeing you naked like this, you're too young and you would break." Her eyes never left me, her cheeks flushed for a moment and she bit down on her bottom lip. I was expecting a response, just not the one I got. "That's a damn lie and we both know it. Aunt Shannon taught me to compartmentalize my life; I can be your slave within the confines of this cabin or even the valley and when I'm clothed I can be your niece. As for my age you son of a bitch, you first took Aunt Shannon when she was twenty." The urge to drag her into the play room by her hair and remind her of her lack of manners was close to overwhelming. Even when I looked into her eyes she refused to back down. Her cheeks once again flushed slightly, but she kept her stare firmly on me. Even when I leaned down and rested my elbows on my legs, her eyes followed me. "You know your outburst could cost you everything? Not even Shannon had dared to go where you are now." So many emotions crossed her face. She even started to shake, but then her mind took back the control of her body. Her upper body leaned forward and her hands rested on the decking. As her forehead rested on the back of her hands, her body seemed to totally relax. She was in a submissive pose simply waiting for me to decide what to do with her, given her outburst. I let her stay that way until I could calm myself. I even found my fingers had automatically entwined themselves in her hair. For a second her body seemed to stiffen slightly, perhaps expecting retribution for her outburst, but I wasn't sure. With the tattoo on her back now in full view, my heart saddened. Were we truly two lost souls? If I took Frankie down the path she seems to want to rush head long into, would I be damned? The question that never left my thoughts was always the same. If I did as Frankie wished and I suspect what Shannon had made possible, would I be doing it for Frankie, myself or both of us? "It would be pointless telling you to put a costume on because we are going into the hot tub, wouldn't it?" Frankie didn't answer, although the quiet little giggle gave her away. She quickly checked herself and became silent once again. After telling her to start the hot tub and that I would join her shortly, I stood and left her. Frankie was knelt by the tub waiting for me, once again her eyes went no higher than my chest and the fact I was wearing shorts wasn't lost on her. I got in and told her to join me. At least I waited until she was comfortable before I hit her with the news. "We need time apart." Frankie's eyes shot to mine and her mouth opened to say something. I merely waved her to silence. "I'm becoming annoyed with your lack of respect. Even before yesterday you never treated me with this much lack of respect and it has to stop." Her mouth closed and she nodded her head once, then brought her eyes back to my chest. "We both know why you are acting as you are towards your folks. In your mind you are burning your bridges with them so you can come here to me. This isn't going to happen. They are your parents therefore will be given respect. We need time apart since it was you that ambushed me with all this." It was the look of great sadness that crossed her face that pulled so hard on my heart. I placed my hand under her chin so she would look directly at me. The tears in her eyes were on the tip of welling up within her. "Answer me this right here, right now. Do you want this? Do you really want this? You must understand that once you cross this path, turning back will hurt even more." She nodded and smiled that thousand watt smile of hers. "More than anything, I can do this, I know I can. The outbursts you have seen from me have been nothing more than fear you will reject me. I simply don't know what I will do if that happens." "You are my niece. We shouldn't even be having this conversation, let alone be in a hot tub with you sat naked beside me." Frankie vigorously shook her head. "Aunt Shannon taught me to compartmentalize. As I see you at this moment, you are my Master and I am your slave." She waved her hand around the hot tub and then extended it outwards before speaking. "Here, I am yours to use as you please. As any slave should be used. It's only out there that I'm your niece and even then, you will never have anything more than my total respect. This body is yours to do with as you wish. It is the body of a slave and in here, that slave is a woman. It's only out there I am your niece. We can make this work, I know we can." Even as I let what Frankie said sink in, there was more to be said. I just didn't realize it would be from her. "Please may I speak?" Instantly I looked at her, something had changed about her, something in her eyes. I had first looked into those same eyes at the hospital, but once where there was a screaming child, there was now a three day old looking so intently at me, just as she was now. Eventually, I nodded my head, her words practically rushed from her mouth. "You taught Aunt Shannon to compartmentalize her life and she used that skill to great effect when she was visiting her folks and us, all through her everyday life. Had I not come to the cabin that day and seen the bruises on her, I never would have known of either of your involvement in this lifestyle. I had a good teacher and she taught me so much. Please let me bring into practice all that Aunt Shannon has taught me." The pause as her words sunk in was only momentary. "There is one other thing. You taught Aunt Shannon well, but aren't you forgetting your own teachings. I know we can do this because I can compartmentalize my life, to serve you, to be your slave and also be your niece at any other time. But can you see me as anything other than your niece? Can you compartmentalize us as you did with Aunt Shannon?" Even as my mind absorbed all Frankie had said, I knew she was fighting me with her own logical take on the situation, the challenge didn't go unnoticed either. I motioned her to move over onto my lap, the thousand watt smile didn't go unnoticed when she slide onto my lap and tried to curl as much of herself into me as she could. "Tomorrow you're going home to your folks." Her mouth opened to protest before she realized I was waiting for her to do just that. Then she closed her mouth and nodded her head, resigning herself to keeping her own council until I had finished. "In four days I have to leave for a two week round of seminars. You are going home to repair the damage you have done with your folks, if you have to crawl over broken glass to do this, then make it happen. They love you unconditionally so your first task is to mend the fences Frankie." She nodded her head before saying. "I will obey." "You also know the tests that are coming don't you?" Again she nodded her head and said. "Yes I do. Aunt Shannon told me what you did to her before she earned her collar." I felt her hand move to that same collar she now had around her neck. "In a month we will see if this lifestyle is really what you want. A month from today you will return. Park your car in the barn, and keep the clothes you will have packed to come here in the trunk. From then on you won't see any clothes until you leave. Is that understood?" She nodded her head. I ignored her, I wanted to hear it from her lips. "I will obey." It was now time to hit her sideways. "Oh and Frankie, when you get here you will be given a safe word and you will be shared. By how many will be my choice. This is my life Frankie, welcome to my world. I do truly hope you understand what you're letting yourself in for." \\\\\\\* I watched and even waved Frankie goodbye the next morning. Sleeping with her in my bed without either thunder or lightning was a strange event. I didn't touch her and other than spoon into me so she was snug, she never touched me. But it must have been the soundest sleep either of us had for some time because we both slept passed out usual waking time. It was Marci that phoned me a few days later. I was just getting ready to leave when she rang; I even had to put my bag down to answer the phone, which was how close she had come to missing me. She instantly thanked me for sorting Francine out and they were all going to dinner as the golf club later that evening. "I don't know what you do Jack but she is back to normal once again and I would like to thank you so much." "She's a great kid Marci, just treat her right and she will always shine around you and Mark." "Oh I will Jack, we even went on a bonding stroke shopping trip today and bumped into Melanie Fairfax and she couldn't believe how well Francine looked. Her time with you sure made her glow, Melanie was talking about bringing Carlson to the golf club with her as well. It would be nice to see her settled don't you think Jack?" Boy was I thankful she didn't see me shake my head. "Marci you have got to stop trying to run that girls life. Hell, she has only just gotten free from Randy; don't start making plans for her yet. Let the girl breath." It was blatantly obvious my words fell of stony ground so I just let her babble on for a minute more before I told her I had to leave. Although I got the odd update from Marci while I was away, they all seemed to centre on Frankie being pushed towards Carlson Fairfax. Marci just couldn't seem to help herself, the trouble was that I felt partly responsible for what was going on. I had sent Frankie back to her folks on the understanding that she was to rebuild her relationship with them. But my niece was steadily being pushed towards something that her heart simply wasn't in. My trip had now been extended by a few days so it meant I was still going to be on the road for another ten days. To make it worse, the calls from Marci continued and made me feel that too much pressure was being heaped onto Frankie and would result in undoing everything that I had done so far. It was time for me to speed things up and part of doing that would be to ease the pressure on my niece. The phone rang six times before it was answered. "Hello?" Since it was now four in the morning her time it was understandable that one word was all I got from her. "Good morning Red." "Jack? Damn your eyes! Don't you ever get any sleep? Do you know what time it is?" Ignoring her comment I went straight to it. "It's time to play Red. It's time to put those close protection skills courses into effect. I need you at my place no later than three the day after tomorrow. Can you make it?" The pause as she checked first before answering was predictable. "Yes I can make that. Who am I looking after?" "Frankie." This time the pause was a lot longer. "You have got to be shitting me. I hope you know what your doing?" "I have no choice in the matter; her folks are making her life a living nightmare. I need her away from them and you to run interference if needed. Oh and Red, sit and listen to her, she wants what you are and Shannon was." My second call was easier. "Hello Frankie." I heard the rustle as she made herself more alert. "Hello Uncle Jack." "Your mom is placing a great deal of stress in your way. Do you wish to be removed from this stress?" My heart went out to her as she burst into tears on the phone. I waited until she had calmed enough for me to continue. Frankie got there first. "I'm sorry Uncle Jack, I've tried truly I have. But I'm having trouble keeping to your wishes. I am trying so hard to repair the damage that I did with my family but it seems Mom and Mrs Fairfax are hell bent on marrying me off. I told you I would obey, but I'm struggling. I can't fail you over this." "You have done everything I have asked of you Frankie. It's not up to your folks to choose your life partner, that's your job. As of today you work for my company, your resume was sent to them yesterday, all you have to do is go into the office to sign some papers. They are expecting you no later than ten this morning. Once you have done that, you will go to Cassandra's for the night and then go to my place the day after." The relief in her voice reached me all those miles away. "I will obey." "Frankie, you are not to be there before three in the afternoon and you will not be alone. I'm still on the road so I can't be there for another ten days. What your folks are doing means I have had to take steps to protect you. Other than telling your folks that you have a job interview, you will tell them nothing." "Thank you Uncle Jack." Mrs Gillins in the personnel department reported that Frankie was camped out by her door before nine that morning. With pleasant surprise in her voice, she also said that even through a whole day of induction interviews and paperwork, my niece never stopped smiling. I told Mrs Gillins that I wouldn't know what I would do without her and once again thanked her before I put the phone down. Turning my thoughts back to my work again sure made the days go faster. I received the odd call from Marci over the next couple of days and she continued to vent her great displeasure that the company I worked for had poached Frankie and had already put her to work. At this moment she was on a two week seminar, I don't even know if Marci knew about that! The urge to stick it to her became too tempting not to say something, so I reminded her that she graduated seventh in her class and any company would want her on their pay roll. It was then of course that I asked her about Carlson Fairfax. I shouldn't have been too amazed at how quickly she changed the subject. \\\\\\\* Both the girls were knelt on the porch watching me as I pulled up and once I told them both to stand, I noticed they were both dressed in t-shirts and shorts. We hugged both individually and then together, in amongst this I noticed the wonderful smells coming from the kitchen, which I was so thankful for. We adjourned there and ate before I could be bothered with pleasantries. It also didn't escape my niece's attention when I noticed the unlocked room in the corner and that everything inside was spotlessly clean. "You were to look out for Frankie and keep her company. Why is the play room open?" Red was quick to reply. "I kept her occupied with work. We cleaned the play room and every room in the place." "You told her about yourself?" "No. that is for you to do, all that I am is as much as you tell her. She understood my reluctance to talk about myself until you had returned, so we talked of general things and I made sure we both kept occupied until you returned." I nodded and thanked her before turning my attention towards Frankie. "The predicament I placed you in with your folks was unforeseen and I had to adjust everything very quickly. Being employed by my company makes life easier for you now. The job is real and you are employed for however long you wish to be." Frankie simply nodded her head and once again waited. "Red is one thing and many things. I understand that means little to you but that is who she is and I love her because of it." Her head lifted to look at me and then adjusted her line of site slightly to take in Red's reaction. She blushed. "Red. Clothes?" Frankie continued to watch the woman next to her as she pulled air into her lungs to both calm herself and answer the question posed to her. "I was made aware of your request that Frankie was to be naked. However, that was before I was sent here at your request. You gave no indication on how you wished me to be so I took it upon myself to keep us clothed until you decide on both of us and not just one of us." My gaze once again turned to Frankie who seemed to flinch slightly expecting the worst. "Do you see how her mind works Frankie? Red does not go by blind faith in anything, she wears a collar and I could take her into the play room for the next three weeks and use every piece of equipment there is on her and she will smile through the entirety. I could tie her to my bed and use her until every hole in her body is too sore to ever use again and she will still smile." "But if I where to use her in a sadistic manner or one that will not give both of us pleasure. Then that smile will still be there when she places her hands around my neck and squeezes the life out of me." Frankie's face was one of total shock, even when she turned her gaze to Red and looked at her closely, she watched fascinated as her stature seemed to grow in the room. It was then that we both heard just two words from Red. "Damn straight..." "Frankie. Red is the only person I had ever shared Shannon with. Red is also the only person I thought to turn to when I decided to move you away from your folks. It's between Red and I to teach you what you wish to know. Some of course will be things that Shannon taught you, the rest will be us." I started to fear that I was overwhelming Frankie with to much information all at once. So I sent both girls to the spare room to undress and collar up and then return to me. They both found me in the play room, as my eyes scanned the room, my mind provoked memories of fond times here, even though I hadn't been here since just before Shannon's death. Without even looking behind me I knew what I would see. Both girls would be knelt side by side two foot inside the room and one side of the door. "You still have your old job Red? Not killed anyone yet I hope?" "Yes Master. I do my best, but I seemed to have taught them all to well." We both giggled and I turned and looked at them both. The contrast between them was almost total, Red had an inch in height on Frankie but broader shoulders. Frankie was a C-cup and I knew for a fact that Red was the middle ground between a B and a C-cup, and through her work, her body was much more toned than Frankie's. Of course where Frankie still had that strip of pubic hair, Red was perfectly smooth thanks to laser surgery. The biggest contrast was of course their hair. Red did actually take after the name everyone used on her since birth. Her real name was Maureen, when she was old enough to realize she hated it, she used the nickname everyone used due to the shocking red hair on her head. A gift from her fathers Irish side of the family which always seemed to bleed over only onto the women of each generation. I told Frankie that Red had her own company and she worked in Hollywood as a fitness trainer, amongst other things. We then talked about a fitness regime for Frankie that she could do after work. Both were to go into town in the morning and sort out a running kit, sports bras and good trainers. Even as we talked Frankie seemed a little uncomfortable that we were talking about her and not to her what so ever but it was obvious that my next question made her regret getting caught. "Frankie how many lovers have you had since you lost your virginity?" My niece shot a look at me, her mouth opened in shock and her face just seemed to drain of blood. "I... I..." My niece stammered. Finally I said. "Red Explain." "Master needs to know how used Masters Pussy is, so he can adjust what he can do without causing his Pussy any damage." The pause as they both looked at each other, simply reinforcing not only what she had said, but also what she was about to say. "This question will also tell Master how promiscuous you have been since you gave up your virginity." I suppose now was going to be a turning point for both of us. Red knew what was coming and adjusted her own seated position so that she was no longer next to Frankie, but at an angel looking towards the side of her. Even as I walked towards her and motioned her to stand, Frankie was on her feet in an instant. There was no warning; I simply slapped Frankie across the tits with my hand. The sound made both the girls wince, Frankie for her part, took it better than I expected. Walking deeper into the play room I motioned Frankie to follow. I knew Red would be behind her. I stood against the table and pointed to the spot I wished her to stand, and she obediently stopped. Pulling a couple of drawers open I found what I needed and went back to both of them holding out my hand as I did. "You know what this is?" Frankie nodded immediately and then said. "It's a butt plug." Tossing it to Red who caught it with ease I took a step closer to Frankie. "That's going in you and Red is going to put it there. It only comes out when you need to use the bathroom and you will then clean it and put it back yourself. It will stay in you until you both come back from your shopping trip tomorrow." The nod of her head and the slump of her shoulder told me so much. The tear that slowly ran down her cheek wasn't expected, but it did let me know that she now realized that simply calling me Master and wearing a collar she hadn't earned, didn't actually make her a slave. \\\\\\\* The door to the shower slid open and quickly closed again. The soapy hands massaged my back and came as a welcome relief to me. "It's in her and I left her crying in her room. I have a question, you asked me to come here and look after her and protect her until you got here. Do I need to protect her from you as well?" I shook my head and placed my hands on the tiles and Red set about adding more soap to my back whilst working her magical fingers into the tension that had beset me the last couple of days. "It was easier with Shannon and then you. We had compartmentalized our lives so well that not even my family knew of our lifestyle. Even when you, Shannon's room-mate, figured it out and wanted to be involved, our happy threesome kept to ourselves and we had no need for others." My voice caught in my throat only to be replaced with a slow groan as Red seemed to have found just that right spot and concentrated on it to great effect. Closing my eyes and looking upwards, letting the spray from the shower cascade over my face, small explosions of light seemed to dance across my line of sight as yet another gentle pleasurable groan escaped my lips. "Shannon told neither of us that she had included Frankie into our circle and sadly with her death has left us both with the decision of what to do about it. She's my niece Red, an extension my own flesh and blood; and she tells me that she wants into my life." I started to chuckle and Red stopped what she was doing. Her hands came away from my body, only for her naked form to reappear between my outstretched arms. Her own arms wrapped themselves around me and she just held on tight until I finally stopped. "You know what we do Red. What I did to you and Shannon in our time together, not a session went by that at the conclusion someone or sometimes you both, walked with a limp or winced when sitting down. I know this pain sometimes lasted a day or two afterwards. How many law books do I have to delve into before I find what she wants me to do falls under name of incest?" Finally Red relaxed her hold on me and then placed both her hands on my cheeks, keeping my head still while her eyes bored so deep into my soul. "She tried and failed to find what she needs outside of us and look what that pig Randy did to her. Denying her now, you could send her to someone else and he could break her. Hurt her in a way that can't be fixed. At least with you guiding her, you have her best interest at heart. If you insist on giving anything a name then give it this one... Slave." Red had always been the philosopher in our group and the heated discussions the three of us had not only at college, but when we became more involved with each other made me wonder if she would ever be comfortable with our lifestyle. Hell, even Shannon raised an eyebrow when Red had first approached her and told her that she knew what Shannon did with me and wanted in. As skeptical as we both were, Red took to it like it came natural to her. Shannon and I both knew her limits even if Red didn't at the time. It was a full year after we started to include her that she came to me and said she didn't want her safe word anymore. The party we held that weekend left Red cutting classes on Monday to recover. When Shannon had asked her if she was ok? Red just smiled and said that she now realized why she held onto her safe word for so long. "Your thoughts are elsewhere. What are you thinking?" Her words broke into my revelry. I explained as we dried off, Red even blushed slightly as her own thoughts of that weekend came to her. It was only when she placed her collar once again around her neck that her face became neutral, her eyes now focused on my chest. "Sleep with Frankie tonight. I have to leave for work early in the morning so I will leave you two in peace. Take her to town and get the things that are required for her fitness regime. Ensure you both work on this before you leave." At first, Red simply nodded and then she did something that made me stop and look closer at her, she seemed to deflate slightly as though relief had washed across her. My first instinct was to do nothing, but this was Red. "Explain yourself." It was plain to see that her first instinct was to deny everything. Her collar made that impossible. "I saw it in your eyes Master. You wished to take your frustration at this situation out on me. I know this body would have accepted it since it is yours, but your frustration would have been misdirected." Even Red was unprepared for what I did next. The fact she tensed up when my arms went around her was a sure sign of that. She quickly relaxed into me thankfully and accepted the hug I gave her for all the reason's it was meant. \\\\\\\* If there is one thing I have realized as a guy is that we make more noise trying to be quiet than we do when we don't bother trying to be. One of life's oddities I will admit, but also true. Red had already got coffee ready for me when I woke and came and knelt on the bed as I got dressed. "May I speak?" Those three words made me instantly stop what I was doing. The fact those three words left Red's lips made me pay extra special attention, sitting on the bed next to her while I did up my tie. "We talked long into the night. It's also why I didn't wake her for your departure. That is one frightened young lady." I finally stopped what I was doing and looked at her. "Even as she talked, my first instinct was to recommend that you throw her back. That she didn't belong. Master there is a steeliness within her, but what that idiot Randy did to her has done more to kill her confidence in this lifestyle than anything. Master she is terrified of failing you." It was the pause that made me once again look into her eyes. "Master she simply isn't ready for this. Oh don't get me wrong, she wants it, Shannon was right about Frankie, I will give her that. But Randy got to her first and she's been head-fucked. Admittedly, we only have had the one conversation on this matter, so I just don't know how badly." After hugging Red and telling her I would think things over, I left for work. I got the usual call from Marci wanting to know when Frankie's seminar would be finished so that she could get her room ready, and no doubt let Melanie Fairfax drop by when she does come home as well. It's a good thing I'm the boss, if I was an employee I would have sent me home, I wasn't worth the wages I paid myself that day. I had phoned Mrs Gillins and asked her to make herself available later in the afternoon as there were some ideas I needed to put her way and sound her out. With my final meeting finished, Mrs Gillins and I set to work. At first she was skeptical, but the more we both pored over Frankie's resume and college history, the more I got her thinking my way. By the time I left her office she was already getting the paperwork ready for tomorrow and with my car pointed in the right direction, my thoughts once again turned to Frankie. I spotted them running together along the ridge about a mile from home so I got them fresh cold drinks ready for their return. Frankie was slightly worse for wear but her love of sports all the way through school still stood her in good stead. I couldn't help but smile when they sank a pitcher between them. Sending both off to shower and rest for an hour in my room raised an eyebrow from Red. I'm not sure if she raised both when they got there and I was working in the den. Hell I had to do something to earn my keep, I was all but useless at work and it was only the meetings and my conversation with the personnel department that kept my mind at least working on what to do with Frankie. The polite cough from the door made me look up from the small stack of paperwork I was slowly getting through. Both the girls were knelt just inside the den. Red pointed to the clock and said. "Our hours rest is up Master." We both smiled. Red was never one to be subtle, it just amused me how she still managed to be Red and a slave at the same time. I think that's what drew her to our relationship, yes the rules were there but blind submission wasn't on the list. She understood that Shannon could still be Shannon as well as a submissive. My wife once told me that the clincher for Red was finding out that with us, it was important to give an equal amount of one to be the other. "Frankie, go to the play room. We will be along in a moment." With nothing more than a nod of her head she stood and left. I looked at Red, she had something on her mind and I was curios about when she was going to get around to sharing it. "She asked me how long I was staying." We both smiled and I asked the inevitable question. "Do you think she is trying to get rid of you?" Red shrugged her shoulders and smiled. "That thought did cross my mind, but I don't think so." The pause was momentary. "Frankie hasn't seen you naked yet has she?" The distance between us diminished so quickly even Red winced. "Don't allow the latitude I give you go to your head slave." She paled, her stare never leaving my chest. I'm sure Red expected more from me; I simply stood once again and told her to follow. As soon as we entered the play room I pointed to a spot and watched out of the corner of my eye as Red knelt at that very spot. Once again turning to Frankie I said. "Frankie how many lovers have you had since you lost your virginity?" The tilt of her head as she looked to Red for guidance amused me, all Red did was sit and wait. With no help there, her gaze once again rested on my chest. Mentally I had already counted to six. By the time I got to eight she was looking into my eyes, at ten she had slowly opened her mouth to answer. My hand stopped her and the tears forming in her eyes told me once again that this question wasn't as easy for her to answer as it seemed. This time I pulled out two items from the drawers behind me and tossed them on the floor in front of Frankie. Telling Red to see that the plug and the ball gag were fitted correctly, I left the play room and headed for my shower. Once again, my back was to the door as I felt it open and quickly close, soaped hands started to massage my back, slowly working there way up either side of my backbone. "There were three men in my life the first year I lost my virginity." I was surprised to hear Frankie's voice. Her hands continued to apply soap and then massage it into my body. "By the second year I had added another five to that total and two women, it was curiosity with the women and I actually enjoyed it." By now, her hands were working outwards from the middle of my backbone, I continued to use the wall of the shower for support. "The third year added another seven men to that total and another two women. Up until that point, the men ranged in time from one night of dinner and then sex, to a few months dating them. The women I was more particular with and they were never less than a month and never more than three." It was then her hands seemed to go on auto pilot, Frankie's mind had wandered. "My sexual apatite changed dramatically after that year and I liked multiple partners. Preferably mixed partners and I once even pulled a train at one of the frat houses. I wasn't drugged and I did it willingly, it was only afterwards I realized the label that gets attached to people who do that, so I got myself medically checked out and never did it again." As suddenly as she stopped talking and her hands stopped working on my back, only for her naked form to appear between my arms just as Red did the night before. "So you see my Master, why I struggled so much with your original question. Did you wish to learn that this slave was a slut until she realized how destructive a path that was for her? Or did my Master wish to know how many partners I had only to be told that I honestly don't know a true answer to that question." There was a look about Frankie now. Not defiance, but a need to finally bring all of this out in the open perhaps. "You discussed this with your sister?" Frankie nodded, her cheeks flushed slightly as she did so. "You were told to put a ball gag on, where is it?" For just a second she smiled and cast her eyes once more to my chest. "Once I told Re.... my sister everything, she took the ball gag from me and told me to come here and tell you. At this moment Master, my sister is wearing it as penance for daring to be too familiar with you. She told me to make you aware that she understands she crossed a line and took your warning to heart, the gag is to remind her to shut up when there is nothing to say." It was then we both laughed. It was also then that I felt Frankie's hand around the back of my neck, making me look at her. "Please Master, touch this slaves tits feel this slaves pussy, I would offer this slaves ass but Master has butt plugged it. All that you see my Master owns. This slave stands before you ready to serve. Give this slave a command and watch this slave do it." There seemed to be so much fear in her eyes. I am sure it wasn't the water from the shower head making it look like she was on the verge of tears once again. Frankie had laid everything about herself on the line, she was afraid that being so honest about her own sexual history would be her own undoing. Her one great fear now that she had exposed her truth is that I would say no. Slowly my hands left the tiled wall and moved to wrap my niece within them, just as the damn of pent up emotions within her broke. Frankie's head rested on my shoulder and she cried, her arms clung to me like I was a life preserver to a drowning woman. It must have been a good five minutes later that Red came into the bathroom, opened the shower door and turned the water off handing me a towel at the same time. She quickly turned and got another one which she kept in her hands. Between the both of us, we stood Frankie in the middle of the bathroom and dried her off. For a moment, my niece went to protest that Red and I were toweling her down but she quickly shut her mouth and accepted the gift in the spirit it was meant. As all three of us lay in bed simply holding each other, my mind went back to something that Frankie had told me. I understood now why she accepted her task of taking on the two mistresses's and master's so easily, just as I knew why the task was given to her in the first place. I had no doubt that Randy knew of her sexual past and the curiosity of actually seeing her do it and to some extent enjoy it as well, was also his own demise. Randy's ego got bruised and watching Frankie that night was the beginning of the end for them. My opinion of Randy hadn't changed; he had chosen the path he wished his slave to go down. If he wasn't prepared for the fall out, then that was simply stupidity on a monumental scale on his part. Red's hand rested on my hip and mine joined hers, our fingers entwined as we both listened to Frankie sleep the sleep of the emotionally exhausted. \\\\\\\* I drove us into work that morning and formally introduce Frankie to the department heads who gave her the tour of their sections and a quick summary of what projects they were working on, then left her in the safe hands of Mrs Gillins. It was mid afternoon before I saw Frankie again. She knocked and bounded into the office, a folder under her arm, the business suit making her look older and damned attractive at that. She eyed the chair in front of my desk, I simply waved at it and Frankie sat, expelling air as she did. "My ass is killing me. This plug is bigger than the first one." "Well if you had answered my original question, I would have stopped at the first plug. Since you took it upon yourself to withhold information, you have to put up with what you're given so stop your griping." With a resigned look on her face and a swift shrug of her shoulders Frankie placed the folder on my desk and opened it, several items slid out before she placed the folder to one side again. "I can only hope to one day be as organized as Mrs Gillins. She made me sign for this company credit card and when I asked what the limit on it was. All she would say was, don't ask it'll only freak you out dear." Inwardly I smiled, that's something she would say. We had both discussed the limit to put on Frankie's card and finally decided to give her the same as mine. I trusted my niece to be responsible, and I knew Mrs Gillins would still keep a close eye on Frankie's card for some time to come. It was just the way she was. I'm sure she had been around politicians in a past life, trust everyone, but verify as soon as their back is turned. "You're going with Red tomorrow, between you both I want to see six business suits, three with skirts and three with trousers plus blouses and associated attire. Your job will require professionalism so nothing smutty, you are representing this company when you're with me and when I send you off for what ever reason." I leaned back in my chair, taking my time with my next statement. "Red is also taking you to my doctors. You will be given a birth control injection for now. That will cover you until I decide on a more permanent form of birth control." Frankie blushed, a smile slowly lit up her face, and even her eyes seemed to glow with the full knowledge of what I had just said. She opened her mouth to say something, I decided here wasn't the place for the conversation she seemed to want to have so I headed her off at the pass. "Mrs Gillins told you what your new job entails." "Yes I'm your PA when you have to travel. I'm organizing your work schedule, transport, hotels rooms and actually making sure you eat." I looked at Frankie. She held up her hands and said. "Mrs Gillins words I hasten to add. She cares a great deal for you and seems relieved that you will have someone watching out for you while you're away now. By the way, does she actually have a first name?" It was my turn to shrug my shoulders. "Damned if I know and I hired her, she was the first and grabbed hold of the reins from then on. Telling me not to worry about personnel unless I had someone specific in mind and if I did she would do all the hiring and firing. Ever since then this place has run so smoothly that I just left her to it." Frankie held up a cell phone. "All those you wish to contact, send them that number and you will use that cell from now on. All the bills to both yours and my cell go direct to Mrs Gillins and she deals with them via accounts, did she ask you about your passport?" Her eyes lit up and that thousand watt smile returned once again. "Yes I have to bring it in for her inspection, although I will have to go to mom's to get it. I have to make sure there is never less than a year on it at any time." Frankie then picked up a set of keys and waved them at me. "I seem to have a new car as well. What's wrong with my car?" "That ancient rust bucket you call a car is a death trap on wheels and let's not even go into the conversation of you giving it a name. There will be times you will need to drive me places, working and driving doesn't work. It's too easy to become very familiar with the rear end of a semi." She looked at her watch and then me, I waved her away and as she stood she said. "I also seem to have a company lap top. I have to go to tech now and they will close their eyes as I load in my passwords." At first all I did was grunt an acknowledgment, and then I said. "Tell Marlon I said hi, just try not to torment him, he's afraid of women." With a nod of her head she bounded out of my office, leaving me to wonder if this will actually work. I suppose if the head of the personnel department said it had possibilities then perhaps it would. I don't know how she did it but Mrs Gillins even got on the phone and talked to a few of Frankie's college professors who gave my niece very good verbal references. Frankie was more than qualified for the job, if anything she was slightly over qualified. A degree in business management and a handful of computer related courses and qualifications actually made her ideal as management material. The conversations also left me realizing that Frankie was allot smarter than she lets everyone see and is something I will keep an eye on from now on. Of course, the inevitable call from Marci just about rounded off my working day. The thought of throwing Frankie back amongst the wolves wasn't something that was high on my list of things I want to do, but I did want my niece to stay on good terms with her folks. But at the moment, I couldn't seem to figure out how to make that happen. It was when we were home I got a reminder of how fragile Frankie still was. I was in my den when Red walked in with Frankie's butt plug, the red streaks along the plastic was slightly darker and dried at the base. I took one look at it and asked Red where she was. Red told me that she looked at the plug as it came out and told her to sit in a hot bath for half an hour while she talked to me. Nodding my head before saying. "Stay with her, give her a half an hour and then come and get me when you have dried her down and put her in my room, make sure she's face down." Red nodded and left, I tried to continue to work but it was pointless. I finally got up and went into the bathroom but all was quiet so I tried the bedroom. Both the girls were still busy toweling down, I realized I was used to their nakedness now and the collars they both wore when they were away from water became second nature as well. Frankie blushed and mouthed sorry. Although I couldn't think of what she had to be sorry about. Telling her to get onto the bed and then onto all fours both Red and I took a closer look. Red left a minute later and returned with cream. Even before I had thought about my actions, I took hold of the cream and was now applying it to Frankie. It was only when I had placed cream around the edge of her anus she stifled a moan. Red smiled and winked at me and I had to smile back before inserting two fingers into her to push the cream even deeper and she moaned again while trying desperately not to push back onto my fingers. That I had a part of me inside my niece wasn't even thought about anymore, her collar meant she was a slave. I've watched with interest, the speed she puts it on and reluctance to take it off simply proved it. I'm told that old habits are difficult to break. So I slapped her ass and asked her who gave her permission to move or make any noise? Her ass tensed around the two fingers I still had in her. The heat that seeped out of her pussy was instant and the way her pussy lips slowly bloated out told their own story. "This excites you slave?" Frankie paused, she knew she couldn't sit up but she did raise her head off of the pillow to answer. "Very much so." Her voice broke and she took a lung full of air to calm herself. "This is the first time my Master has touched this slaves body in an intimate way and it makes this slaves mind scream with delight that you are doing so. I have waited so long Master I am just sorry that this body was weak and bled all over the plug." Red sensed what was coming, why wouldn't she. She has known me as long as Shannon had and when I looked towards her she had already gotten off the bed. Her eyes were already dilated and the flush of her cheeks had just started to become noticeable. She looked at me as I looked down at her pussy and nodded, then looked back at her expression. Red smiled and ran out of the bedroom while I continued to talk to Frankie. "You will be seeing the doctor in the morning anyway. He knows of this lifestyle and why you are there. You will be honest with him when he asks you questions, should you have any doubts, look to Red as she will be going with you." Just then I slowly pulled my fingers out of Frankie's ass, the moan that followed was one of disappointment that I had left her. Red quickly came back, trying to be as quiet as possible, the slight tilt of Frankie's head let me know that Red wasn't quiet enough. It was then I took a gamble and said. "Something is on your mind, what is it?" "I sense something is different and I'm excited by that feeling. You don't blame me for bleeding on the plug and I'm relieved, but there is something different about all three of us now and my hopes are that this difference is a positive thing." Their was no point in being quiet any longer Red tossed me the collar she had brought into the room. The thick leather collar went around Frankie's neck and clicked shut. Both of us reached under the bed in unison and clicked the cables to the rings in the collar. Frankie was effectively limited in movement by the collar. The other two items Red placed on the bed behind Frankie so as to be out of her line of site. She then proceeded to walk around to the front of Frankie and kicked the pillows off the bed before sitting on the bed in front of her. From my angle I couldn't see, but I think once they looked at each other, they both knew what was going to happen. Red opened her legs as wide as she could and slid closer to Frankie's head while Frankie moved as much as she could forward, while being restrained. She waited until Red was close enough and just dove straight in on Red's pussy. That girl must be good at it because not even Shannon got Red warmed up that quickly and those two had been intimate with each other for years. As for me, I grabbed a condom and went to town on Frankie's pussy. She squealed, bucked and moaned her way to an orgasm while turning Red into a sweat soaked, orgasm exhausted lump of meat. I saw a look of relief in Red's eyes as I came because she knew what was coming next. That this clearly stopped her from disobeying me and trying to push Frankie away from her now tender clit. I pulled out, turned the vibrator on full and pushed it deep into Frankie. Red held Frankie's shoulders and heaved herself out of reach of her and with as much energy as her own body would allow, slid off the bed and got behind Frankie. I moved in front of her and saw the cat that found the cream smile still on her lips as I slid my cock into her mouth for her to make hard again. It was less than a minute before Frankie was once again being pushed forward, Red had quickly got into her strap on and didn't waste any time in pulling out the vibrator and push her rubber dick into Frankie. Their was no respite for Frankie, when she got me hard again, Red and I simply changed positions. Her body was a sheen of sweat, I had lost count of the amount of times we had both made her come. Time simply became something we had no need to keep an eye on as we set about extracting every last orgasm we could from Frankie. Our goal was within our grasp as both Red and I could see that she was waning. I undid the collar and we turned her on her back then pulled one more orgasm each out of her. The bed was a mess of twisted sheets and cum stains all over the place. But the look on Frankie's face was priceless as I once more inserted the vibrator into her soaked and bloated pussy before closing her legs. To further torture her, Red and I lay on either side of her so she couldn't move her legs apart. We chatted over the top of her about nothing and everyday things as though Frankie wasn't there, we both watched as her head would move from one to the other of us, the fear that grew in her eyes was truly one to behold. Her hips would involuntarily twitch and at one point she had to bite down on her lip whilst trying desperately to suppress a moan. Poor Frankie simply didn't know if she even allowed to cum one more time and the fact that Red and I had basically ignored her while we talked only made her more anxious. "Master please..." "Not now slave, I'm busy talking to your sister." Her stomach gave a lurch and Frankie went to move her hands. Both of us grabbed a hand each and continued to talk. Her hands relaxed in our grasp but a slow moan escaped her lips. This time I stopped talking to Red and looked down at Frankie, my fingers gently brushed a stray hair away from her eyes. Those same eyes that now held so much panic and uncertainty over what she could now do. "Have you had a good time slave?" The fear written across her face lessened slightly and she nodded her head. Her anxiety that the vibrator was still within her, her own build up had begun. "You know Red, when we had slave on all fours, I believe we missed a bit." Red followed my gaze and smiled, Frankie followed my gaze and tried to shrink deeper into the bed. My smile wasn't missed when Frankie looked once again at my face, the whimper that followed my next statement to Red made both our evenings. "Pull the cuffs up and attach them to her wrists, I'm going to do the same to her ankles." With her legs now spread Frankie's first instinct was to try to push the vibrator out, anything to gain some semblance of her body back from the precipice that she felt she was so close to plunging into. "Do that again slave and an even bigger one goes in your ass, bleeding or not. I choose what goes in and comes out of that body do you understand?" Even Red paused to look down, Frankie stomach muscles tensed once more and part of the vibrator could now be seen. Red quickly glanced at me and knew what was coming next, she quickly grabbed Frankie's chin and tilted her head so they were both staring at each other. "Pull it back in my sister. Please hurry, use your pussy to pull it back in since you used your pussy to expel it, now pull it back in, you must." We both watched and Frankie attempted to try to do as Red had asked. Finally the tears welled up in her eyes as she said the two words that must have crushed her. "I can't." The silence within the room was close to overwhelming. Both slaves looked at me and both feared the worse, Red followed my actions when she saw me undo the ankle straps that had held Frankie down. She in turn released her wrists, sat back on her legs and waited. Once I had pulled the vibrator out of Frankie, I told both girls to follow me into the play room. I didn't even wait for them, the sound of their padding feet giving that much away as we crossed the day room. Pointing to the centre of the room and simply telling both to kneel was all I did as I took the vibrator back to its drawer and wiped it down before changing its batteries. My first instinct was to carry out my threat but the walk to the play room gave me a chance to cool down. I reminded myself that even with the time spent with Randy, she was still very new to this lifestyle and being that harsh on her served no purpose whatsoever. Was she going to be punished? Oh yes, but it was now going to be a measured punishment. Kneeling next to her I handed her a ball gag. "Put this on as I have no reason to listen to your attempts of explaining yourself. Your control over the body I own has shown itself to be weak. I have to change that and I intend to start now." Both of us watched as Frankie simply nodded and without a word placed the gag on. She had sat and watched as I made a show of pulling new batteries out of the packet, what she didn't know was that I had palmed both of the new batteries and replaced the old used ones. The aim was to educate her not to torture her. I then told her to extend her arms and once that was done I placed the vibrator between her hands, holding both ends of the vibrator with each index finger. I turned it on full without speaking and stared at her, she would either figure it out or I would take a paddle to her and she would figure it out even faster then. Frankie's stare never left my chest, mine never left her eyes as the vibrator simply buzzed away between her fingers its slight weight now growing as her arms began to feel the discomfort of being extended for that long. When I realized that her pure determination was keeping it were it was, I still couldn't help but admire her for it. But this form of punishment was new to her and the muscles she was using would fail her long before the batteries would, even with a little help from the used ones. Given the amount of time I had used the vibrator on Frankie and the time she had it between her fingers, it was only a matter of minutes before the vibrator would signal the end of their life. What I had to do was keep her concentrating on keeping her arms extended; it was time for a small distraction. My arm lifted and my finger prodded Red's nipple. She looked up at me and then down at my finger, her nipples pushed deep into her breast, the realization on her face finally allowing me to remove my finger from her. Red got up and walked to the far wall, after a moment she came back with two items and placed them on the floor next to me before assuming her kneeling position next to Frankie. Although Frankie had kept her eyes on my chest I could tell she had watched as best she could what we had done, the fact I now had two nipple clamps on the floor next to me started to make her sweat just a little. When I started to pull on her nipples to make them hard, she started to sweat quite allot. It was then the vibrator gave that faltering buzz and then resumed. Instantly Frankie looked up at the vibrator and did her best not to smile, her arms seemed to straighten with renewed determination. Minutes later, again the buzz faltered and then again, her smile was one of relief and determination to once again see this through. She felt the source of torture between her fingers start to lose it's vibrating strength and finally stop. The look on her face was one of pride, she had beaten the test. The relief as I took the now dead vibrator from her hands and placed it next to the nipple clamps was close to overwhelming. "Go and start the shower. Your sister and I will be with you shortly." With a nod of her head, a smile and a yes Master, she stood and then shook her arms trying to push blood back into them before leaving the play room. Red was staring at me, a lopsided smile on her lips. "Did you used to pull conjuring tricks like that with Shannon and me?" This time it was my turn to smile and after a moment, nod my head. "She didn't cheat Red. In her mind she did everything asked of her. You've known me long enough to know I'm not a sadist. But I sure know how to get my point across, Frankie wont make that mistake again, in future what I put inside her body will stay there until I want it out even if she has to nail it there, because she will always be reminded of how close she came to failing twice in one evening and that's never going to happen again." For such along time all Red did was stare at me, it was obvious she had something to say and perhaps she was just having trouble working out how to say it. For someone like Red, that was a real hurdle in her life. Eventually Red's eyes lowered to my chest and her hands went out to the floor before her head rested on the back of her hands. "When you do stuff like that and say things like that I'm reminded why I call you Master and can never look to another man for comfort." She paused and just as I went to stand, I think I heard words from Red that not even I was supposed to hear, if anything it felt like she was reaffirming her own thoughts, they just sneaked out in the form of words. "Love for life my Master." It was only when Red sat back on her legs that she realized I was knelt next to her and its startled her slightly because I could now see just how close she was to tears. As we both stood my arms wrapped themselves around her and held her tight to me. The dam of her own emotion burst forth and cried into my chest for a minute before Red reclaimed herself. But I still hung in there and kissed her with the passion that we both felt for each other. As our lips parted, poor Red needed to grab large amounts of air so she could bring calm to herself once again. "Come on, the evening is still young and we haven't finished tormenting your sister yet." I'm sure Frankie heard her laugh from the other side of the cabin. The knowing look from Frankie as we entered the bathroom only seemed to confirm it, we did torment her some more but were still mindful of the doctor's appointment the next day. We all had an early night and to be honest, both the girls deserved it. End of chapter two.
Mature BBW Foot Goddess	18,374	4.54	1,998,010	[ "oral", "anal", "feet", "deep throat", "big tits", "big cock", "big clit", "toe sucking", "foot fetish", "mature" ]	My name is Jill and I am a 55 year old widow living alone in Las Vegas Nevada. I stand 5' 11" and keep my weight at around 180 pounds. I wear a size 18 dress and my feet are a size 10. My calves and biceps are very muscular. I show off my calves and feet in high heel thongs and short dresses. I am in better cardiac shape now than when I was much younger. Each day I perform a vigorous swim of between a mile and a mile and a half. I am very flexible and do advanced yoga and weight training. My breasts are very impressive at 46DD with nipples the size of small marsh mellows. My clitoris is over an inch long when flaccid and nearly two inches when erect. My curvy body is tanned a deep golden brown with no tan lines. I spend most of my time outside nude in my walled pool and yard. My arms, legs and pussy have been treated with laser procedures to remove my body hair. My clit and nipples are pierced and I wear gold rings to adorn my them. I lost my husband four years ago and have been very sexually empty. I miss his hard thick cock violently fucking my pussy and ass. Sucking his big penis was a huge turn on for me as well. I have a very oral oriented sex drive and love to perform fellatio and receive cunnilingus. Anal sex is another experience that I missed. I loved my husband very deeply. We were soulmates, friends and lovers. I took his death very hard and did not even date for several years. I was lonely and sexually frustrated until earlier this year. I met Darrell on an internet dating site earlier in the year. We messaged each other and started with small talk about our lives in general. After about a month we shared pictures and more private interests. It became evident that we had much in common and we set up a weekend date here in Vegas. We fucked and sucked all weekend. I lost count of how many orgasms I had. My pussy, mouth, ass all got an extreme workout by Darrell's thick nearly nine inch cock. I swallowed so much semen that I can still taste his salty thick spunk. We hooked up several more times over the spring and early summer. Our days were occupied by dates that included movies, the zoo, baseball games, dinner and walking in the park. I was totally in love with Darrell. It was evident that Darrell had fallen for me as well. One night on our fourth meeting we sucked and fucked each other for several hours. Darrell moved me into a high missionary position and slowly sank his cock to the hilt in my anus. He violently sodomized my ass as he gazed into my eyes. My eyes met his as he grunted. "Jill I love you!" Darrell resumed fucking me in the ass. As he got ready to cum he pulled out and brought his thick cock to my face. I swallowed him balls deep as he shot thick loads of semen into my throat. With semen dripping from my lips I said "Darrell. I am not sure if I love you, but I definitely love your big cock and sexy hard tongue." "I couldn't help myself. I have become so close to you in such a short time. Just looking at you and feeling you like this sent me over the edge." He said. Darrell is coming down again this weekend to celebrate the 4th of July with me. I am excited that we have four days together. Yesterday I got my hair trimmed and had my gray spots on my temples and forehead dyed to my natural blonde color. I got a jell pedicure and manicure in hot pink. My dresses and sandals needed an upgrade for this summer so I went shopping. At the mall I found three new outfits. A pink dress, a blue dress and a white pant suit. I got matching three inch high heel thong sandals for the dresses and a black pair of kitten heel thongs to go with the pant suit. I have worn contacts for many years. My sexy persona decided it would be fun to get some sexy glasses to surprise Darrell with. I picked a feminized style of aviators with transition lenses so they could double as shades. This morning I rose early and swam two miles, did an hour of yoga and lifted light weights. I showered afterward and gave myself a two quart enema just in case Darrell wants to fuck me in the ass later in the day. For relaxation I drank coffee as I reviewed the news on the internet. My new outfits gave me a tough decision. I decided to wear the pant suit. I put on a micro black G-string that barely covered my smooth slit and thick clit. The white pantsuit had capri style bottoms that rode low on my hips. The top was low cut and revealed my substantial cleavage of my minimal bra. It was sleeveless with a bare midriff. The suit was completed by a short sleeve open jacket that covered my shoulders and biceps. My new black high heel thongs are as thin as shoelaces. The straps connect my feet in two places the thong between my toes and a thick heel strap on the back of my foot. The heel is two inches and looks sporty with my pant suit. My feet look amazing with my thick hot pink toes and my numerous toe rings. Darrell's foot fetish will be entertained by these sandals. My ankles are slim and accentuate my beautiful wide size ten feet. The muscles in my calves contract as I walk in my heels. My toes spread wide as I model my thongs. My pant suit is tight enough that my ass looks amazing in the mirror in my room. The matching gold anklets dangle just above the ankle straps of my new sandals. I will enjoy catching Darrell ogling my toes, calves and ass. I arrive at the airport about an hour before Darrell's flight is due in. The parking lot is crowded as my red 2016 McLaren 540C,( 3.8 Liter V-8 with 533 Horse Power) roars into the entrance. Several people stop and stare at my 200K sports car as I drive down the lot. In a few minutes I pull into an empty space. I walk to the terminal past several men who obviously admire my big tits and ass in my minimal pantsuit. I buy a soda and relax as I wait for Darrell. The flight arrival boards flash above my head. His flight is on schedule with no delays. After a few minutes I stand and walk to the arrival area. It was now about five minutes after the arrival time. I look for my man in the groups of people walking through the terminal. "Hello Jill. You look ravishing." I heard behind me. "You can ravish me after we get your bags." I said with a laugh. "I love your outfit Jill, you look very nice. Those glasses are very sexy. You look amazing." "It better look good for the price I paid. You look very nice as well. Of course I will rip those clothes off you to get at that big cock as soon as we get to my house. He embraced me and put his massive arms around my hips and mashed my big tits into his chest. We French kissed for about a minute before we came up for air. "We better get my luggage before someone steals it." He said. We held hands as we walked to the Baggage area. Darrell's eyes moved over my entire body as we walked. He smiled as his gaze took in all his favorite areas of my body. My tits, ass, arms, legs and feet were the objects of his desire. "Jill that pant suit is killing me." "Is that all that is killing you Darrell?" "Guilty as charged. That smoking hot body underneath that suit is killing me as well." We arrived and found his luggage as we embraced again in a deep kiss. Our tongues probed our mouths my breath became rapid. My nipples and clit were erect as our arms held each other. Darrell picked me off the floor as he broke off the kiss. He returned me to the floor with a smile. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen Jill." "Sure Darrell. I think you tell all the women that suck you cock that they are beautiful." "I admit that is partially true Jill. You are the most beautiful woman that I have fallen for. That includes all your sexual skills." We arrived at my car and I unlocked the trunk for Darrell. After his bag was loaded I handed Darrell the keys. "You are letting me drive?" He asked with a puzzled look on his face. "Yes you drive. I will not get a ticket if you are driving." We drive down the Interstate as my hands caress his arms, chest and neck. With one hand I rub his crotch and find his thick engorged penis. "That feels amazing Jill. No cock sucking while I drive. That was crazy the last time I was here. When I came in your throat I thought I was going to lose control of your car." "Don't worry Darrell I want this cock for my lunch. I am not interested in a quick snack." As we neared my house he asked me what I was going to do to him as I rubbed his thick erection. "First I will strip you naked and drag you into my bed. We will eat each other head to toe. No clothing should interfere with our lunch." "I know what you are eating Jill. What I am I having?" "You are having my smooth swollen pussy with hard clitoris. For desert you are having my gaping ass hole." I said with a smirk. "That sounds delicious Jill. Do I get an appetizer to start off with?" With a smile I placed my feet on the dash and spread and wiggled my toes in my thong sandals. "You will have tens succulent toes served in these sandals." We arrived in my driveway and entered the house. After we got settled we kissed and both took a restroom break. I rinsed off my pussy with a warm washcloth and stripped nude except for my G-string and thong sandals. I walked into the living room and lay down on my couch. "My goodness Jill I am not sure about that lunch. Those snacks look very tasty." He sat down at foot of the couch the and quickly stripped of all his clothing. He knelt at the end of the couch and slowly moved toward my size ten feet. I made the first move and pushed one of my sandal clad feet into his face. He sucked all four of my smaller toes into his mouth. I looked at him and spread my toes as he swallowed them. Darrell made love to all ten of my toes for several minutes. I looked down and could see his erection leaking semen on the floor. He was very excited by my feet as he sucked and swallowed my thick long toes. Darrell stopped and watched my face and looked with lust at my sandaled feet. "Jill your eyes were glazed over as I was sucking your toes. That was hot. Are you as turned on as I am?" I raised my crotch toward his view and showed him the huge wet spot that was ozzing from my moist vagina. Darrell moved between my legs and slid my G-string to the side. He licked his lips and attacked my erect clit with his tongue. My clit moved between his sucking lips. The effect of the ring that ran through my clit was electric. My breathing became very rapid as he sucked and licked my swollen clitoris. Darrell slid three fingers in and fucked my G-spot as he ate my clit. He licked the head of my clit and then sucked on it till I started to shake and spasm uncontrollably. I watched him as he attacked my clit and cunt with fingers and mouth. "Eat my pussy you bastard. Harder don't tease me. Put all your fingers in!" I panted as I pushed my mound hard into his mouth. My shaking and spasms turned into full orgasm. I grabbed his head by the ears and mashed my clit into his lips. He swallowed and sucked. My breathing came in hard pants. My toes curled and spread as my arms, legs and back shook with shock convulsing up to my pussy and clit. "Ahhhhhhhhhh! AHHHHHHH! Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Suck my clit hard! I am Cuuuummmmmiiinnnnggggg!" I nearly passed out as Darrell kept his lips and tongue locked onto my clit. Without uttering a word Darrell stood over my prostate body and moved his hard dripping erection toward my face. He grabbed me by the hair and held my head before his thick weapon. "Open that throat Jill time for your lunch!" I did as ordered and opened my mouth and throat. He pulled my hair to align my throat by his strong grip. His penis was dripping big blogs of semen that dribbled down into my open throat. My lips swallowed his thickly veined penis as he drove his length into my throat. His balls rested on my chin on each down stroke. His pace quickened. This was not love or a blow job this was a full on throat fuck. I swallowed and opened my throat on each of his down strokes. His balls slapped my chin as he fucked my throat. I decided to massage Darrell's prostate and slipped two fingers into his anus until I found his gland. He stopped for a moment and withdrew his cock from my esophagus. "I want you to put in three fingers. Your throat feels amazing while your fingers are in me." I raised up and swallowed one of his balls as I massaged his length. I withdrew my fingers from his ass and concentrated on sucking on his testicles. Darrell's anus gaped open as I moved my mouth toward his ass hole. My tongue found his anus and I lubricated his ass with my saliva. "Jill that is so hot. Eat my ass you sexy bitch." My hand still massaged his erection as I milked his thick length. I held him by the balls as I once again engulfed his cock with my throat. I penetrated his ass with my fingers and once again hit his prostate. His cock twitched in my throat as I swallowed him down. His semen was leaking from the head of his cock as I milked him. I patted his butt and removed him from my throat. He raised up and looked down at me. "Get on your back Darrell so I can get you off. I want to be in control for a while." I said. Darrell sat on the couch with his legs spread and I got on my knees in front of him between his legs. I immediately deep throated his cock as I lightly scratched and tickled his ball sack with my long fingernails. "Suck me down Jill. I love you!" He grunted as I fellated his swollen penis. I reached up and grabbed his legs and placed them on my shoulders. His ass, balls and cock were now open to my assault. Darrell's entire body is hairless so his smooth anus and scrotum looked very erotic. I put his throbbing cock into my wet mouth and throat as he moved his legs. My fingers slid into his slick ass hole and massaged his prostate as I deep throated him balls deep. His penis pulsed and twitched in my throat as his testicles bumped my lower lips. I knew he was close. "That is it right there. Don't stop. Suck my big dick you slut. I am going to flood your throat you hungry bitch!" I was excited by the dirty talk. I am a slut when it comes to sex and was very turned on. My clit and nipples were fully erect as I fellated him as he approached orgasm. His anus gripped my fingers and contracted as his erection twitched in my throat. His balls were moving as semen pulsed and shot through his penis. I deep throated him balls deep five or six times as he ejaculated. I felt his hard penis pulse thick hot semen into my throat. "Jiiiiiiillllllllll. Swallllloooooowwww Meeeeeeee! I ammmm cuuuummmmming!" He grunted as he held my head as he emptied his seed into my throat. I swallowed and gulped and swallowed. Darrell came with force and shot seven or eight big bolts of thick hot semen into my mouth and throat. I keep him in my throat as I swallowed his first few shots. After a few seconds I withdrew him from my throat to my mouth so I could taste his semen. I held his balls as I slid my mouth off his penis and admired his organ. His cock leaked thick semen from the head as I milked him with my hand into my open throat. I swallowed his load as I looked at his admiring face. "That was crazy Jill. I loved watching your face as you sucked me. It was very erotic when our eyes met and you watched me as you deep throated me. Your glasses are so hot." "With a cock like this how could I resist?" I said as I moved my probing fingers along his prostate. His half erect cock shot another stream of cum out of his penis. I moved my lips over his glans and swallowed this last offering. "I think we need a shower and a cup of coffee before we continue." I said. "You are the boss. Do you need an enema?" He asked. "No Darrell I gave myself one a few hours ago. Of course you can give me one if you wish. To make sure I didn't leave any little turds still in there. I bet you would like that." "No I trust you. I know you are always cleaned out for me. I could use a tune up myself. If you know what I mean?" He added. "How exciting Darrell. I will give you an enema. Maybe I will give you an extra- large enema for that loose ass of yours. Later I might surprise your ass with a huge dildo or my fist." We stood and kissed for a very long time. Darrell played with my big breasts as we French kissed each other. My clit was hard again as he pulled on my piercing rings. I rubbed his chest and shoulders as we broke our kiss. Without a word we held hands as we walked to my shower. He removed my sandals and kissed my toes before we entered the shower. We washed each other quickly in anticipation of our next round of erotic adventure. After our initial shower I introduced Darrell to my new shower attachment. I administered an enema to him with an attachment that can fill your bowels with about a gallon of water in a minute. We were careful as we rinsed out our rectums several times. He filled me with about two gallons of water. My intestines were so full of water I looked pregnant in the mirror. It took me a long time to shit out all the water from my ass. The feeling was intense. He took about the same amount of water as I did. We took turns shitting all the water and excrement from our intestines and rectums. I left to put on an outfit for him. I recently purchased a see through black silk body suit. It is black, footless and has an open crotch. A well- worn pair of my black four inch high heel thongs with micro straps will go nicely with this cat suit. I put my glasses back on and add a sports strap to check them on my face. After arranging my hair I walk into the kitchen and prepare coffee for us. I heard Darrell behind me. I turn around and stand before him. Darrell is naked with his hand jerking on his huge cock. His eyes travel over my body to all his favorite places. He is totally captivated by my body and look. "Do you need help with that?" I asked as I licked my lips as I was admired his erection. "Yes I do. Do you need cream in your coffee?" I move near him and we kiss as my hand massages his cock. I kneel and swallow his thick penis balls deep. He caresses my face as I slowly fellate him. After a few minutes I stand up and sit on the counter with my legs crossed. "Here is your coffee big boy. Let us visit for a minute before we fuck." I handed him his coffee as we talked for a few minutes about our next hour or so of sexual intercourse. Much of our sex has been spontaneous, but we also shared mutual fetish kinky sex tastes and fantasies. We decided on scripting our sex in advance. One subject that always came up was Darrell's extreme attraction to my feet in my thong sandals. My first husband sucked my toes occasionally because I asked him to. Darrell loved sucking my toes every time he saw me. He told what turned him on specifically about my feet. I listened to him as I sat on the counter and spread my toes apart in my open thongs as him stroked his cock and talked. He stopped playing with himself and got on his knees. "Do you want me to take off your sandals?" He asked as he admired my sandaled feet. "No I know you want them on my feet. I will want these on as you fuck me. I love it when you use the heels as handles. " I added. Darrell placed my feet in his hands and gazed at them feet for several minutes. I spread my toes and gave him different views of my feet in their thong sandal prison. He told me that the bondage effect on my feet in thong sandals is what turns him on. He says they are like G-strings for your feet and leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. He licked my feet between the toes. After a few minutes he sucked the toes on one foot as he masturbated with his other hand. I pushed my spread toes into his mouth as he sucked harder. "Suck momma's toes you sweet boy. I need that big cock of yours when you are finished eating my toes." He looked at me with lust in his eyes as he swallowed my thick pink toes. He spit my toes out of his mouth and moved to my clit and licked my open pussy and anus. This was lubrication for our scripted fucking. Darrell stood and leaned over to kiss my mouth. We forcefully kiss with our tongues probing our lips and mouths. My clit and nipples are erect as my breathing intensifies. He massages my breasts and pinches my hard nipples between his fingers. My hands find his cock and ball sack and I milk his length with a hard grip. He picks me up and carries me to my bed and puts me down on my back. We move into a high missionary position. "What are you going to do to me Darrell?" I ask while licking my lips. "I am going to fuck the shit out of you till you scream and beg for more." He said as he held my ankles high exposing my ass and pussy before him. "Are you going to fuck my pussy and ass?" "I fill fuck both and cum in your mouth. You need some ATM." He added. This dirty talk was a turn on. We already planned out our sexual activity. Without any more talk he slid balls deep in my slick wet cunt. I held my legs wide as he fingered my clit and pulled on my piercing ring while he fucked me. He sucked my big tits through my body stocking and electricity pulsed through my body as I got wetter. Darrell fucked me hard and I thrust up to meet his fucking. Our mouths engaged for some erotic kissing as we copulated with force. His thick penis felt enormous as he rapidly hammered into me using all 220 pounds of his thickly muscled legs and ass. He stopped and moved his hands back to my ankles. I watched him as he put my sandaled feet to his face. He sucked my toes as he fucked me with his entire length. I pulled on my clit and without warning came hard. "Ahhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh! Fuck me faster don't stop. Ahhhhhhhh!" I screamed. Darrell fucked me like a steam engine until my orgasm subsided. He slid off me and presented his cock before my face. I deep throated his wet steely cock in one swallow. "Jill I know I am off script now. I couldn't help myself. Your mouth is so hot. My cock needs some lube for your ass." I slobbered on his big penis as he withdrew from my throat. "Fuck my ass with that huge cock." I commanded. He pushed half his length into my ass and teased me with his cock as he looked at my body. His eyes moved from my clit to my and breasts and focused on my feet. I spread and wiggled my toes as he thrust all of his cock into my ass. He concentrated on fucking my ass as he was captivated by my sandaled feet. I used my sphincter to milk his cock. He bottomed out in my deep ass on each down stroke. I shit his cock out of my ass on each stroke. Our eyes met as his thick penis sodomized me. "Suck my toes as you fuck me." I grunted. Without responding he swallowed the front of my left foot sandal and all. I wiggled my toes as I licked my lips as he power fucked my anus. I pulled on my clit as he resumed sucking my toes. He moved his mouth off my toes and put his hands on my throat as he fucked me. He tightened his grip as neared orgasm. He quivered and shook as he neared orgasm. I put my feet in front of his face as he fucked me. I felt his cock pulse as he jumped off me. "Jiiiiillllllllllllllllllll! Swalllllllooooooooow my load!" The first pulse hit my forehead. I clamped my lips over his glans as the second wad hit the back of my throat. By the third shot I deep throated his shooting cock to the base. I held him in my throat as I swallowed all of his thick hot semen. We looked at each other as he stood over me. It was not even lunch time yet. I smiled at him as he helped me up to my feet. "Let us have a sandwich or something before we clean up." I said. "That sounds like a good idea. I don't want to wear you out." Darrell said. We ate lunch had some tea and spent three more days dancing, dining, swimming and every sexual position imaginable.
100 Centimetres - Experience 11	11,331	4.45	2,129,316	[ "dominant", "master", "slave", "slut", "submissive", "vacation", "bdsm" ]	Authors Note: For my love. Ice \~ After making a breakfast of fresh fruit and yoghurt, we both sit down at the dining table and discuss what our plans are for the day. We decide to drive into the beautiful city of Cairns for some shopping and lunch. I walk to the bathroom, in desperate need of a shower after this morning's activities. I do tease you and say loudly that I am all alone and need you to wash my back. Within seconds I feel your hands on my face, covering my eyes, whispering into my ear that I am your whore and such a tease. You turn me to face you, my back against the herringbone tiled wall, your lips seeking mine. I love when you do this Master. Your kisses blind me with my love for you. Nowhere to go. No one to interfere. It is just the two of us. You place soft, delicate kisses on my neck, my shoulders, that sweet spot under my left ear. Making my skin become covered in goose bumps despite the hot water of the shower. Your breath tickles my skin, sending thrills and sensations all across my body. I open my eyes and am met by yours. Those eyes place me into a trance. They hypnotise me, possess me and control me. Your fingers gently caress my pussy, making me moan softly in desire. Your fingers rubbing my clit, using circling motions. I am melting under your touch. My pussy becomes very wet almost instantaneously. It recognises the touch of its Master, its Dominant, its owner. My breathing speeds up and I am whimpering as you caress. I can feel the rise of my orgasm start, my body on fire. My eyes start to plead with you, my lips whispering shakily, 'Please, please Master. Let your slave cum for you'. I am delirious, my body on edge, on the brink of pleasure. And then you stop. You stop caressing, you stop your kisses and start to wash your body instead. I have never been more frustrated. To be so close yet so far. You denied me my orgasm. I follow your actions and also start to wash myself. My body craving your touch and its release. My face must have showed this frustration because you laugh at me. A plan devises in my head. I don't know if it is a smart idea but I know that I can also be a tease. After towel drying each other, I set to work on brushing my tangle of curls. Placing some light make up on my face and the perfume that you love, I wander to the closet to pick out an outfit for today. Something caught my eye. It was a black lace hanky hem mini skirt. I can tease too was all I could think. I add a black tank top and some gladiator sandals to my outfit but no bra and no panties. My nipples pointed, hardened under my top despite the very warm weather. I meet you at the front door and present myself for your approval. You kiss my forehead and say to me that you are perfect. We walk down the stairs and to the car. You slap my arse as I get into the car and then get into the driver's seat. We put Nightwish on in the car to listen to it on the one hour drive into the city and sing at the top of our lungs. One of us is off key and it isn't myself. We arrive at the giant shopping mall, the open car park surrounded by tall palm trees, the fronds rustling in the salty ocean breeze. I take a deep breath in as I exit the car, enjoying the fresh air and warmth of the sun on my pale white skin. You take my hand and we walk into the entrance. So many different places to see and explore. It's a good thing neither of us enjoy shopping very much. We head to the men's brand name clothing store and buy you a new tie and shirt. Damn Master, you look sexy in navy blue. I couldn't help but admire you. You catch me as I am checking you out, a smile spreading over your face. I have fallen for you so badly. We decide to stop for a lunch break at a small cafe that makes the most amazing mango smoothies in the universe. So delicious. The smile on your face as you see your submissive content over something as basic as mango smoothie makes me laugh. But Master, you teased me so this morning and I was an extremely horny, sexually frustrated submissive. I would tease you as you teased me. Then we will see which one of us is wearing the smile. I take your hand and drag you into the perfume store. I am gone when a man walks past wearing a sexy scent. It is like a weapon against us poor women. Us poor defenceless women can't help but follow and inhale that beautiful manly cologne. We try out many scents and settle on an Armani and Calvin Klein one for you. I cannot stop smelling you. It is so addictive and intoxicating. The effect that it has on me is not fair. I feel my cheeks heat up as I feel myself getting wet and turned on. I steal a glance at you and you are staring back, highly amused. You take me by the hand and lead me out of the store, that intoxicating smell following. My mind is clouded, my eyes glazed over with lust. If you had taken me right there and then in front of all those people, I would not have minded the slightest bit. Walking through the mall, we come across a beauty salon, one that does manicure and pedicures. We check if they have any availabilities and by chance, they could fit me in right there and then. I ask you what will keep you occupied while I am getting my nails done and you said not to worry about you and to enjoy. I settle into the massage chair as my feet soak and enjoy the pampering. My mind wandering briefly as to what my Master would be getting up to in this foreign world of Australia. I choose a metallic dark blue gel nail polish for both my fingernails and toenails. My favourite colour in the whole wide world. You come back an hour later, the same shopping bags in your hand of stores that we had already visited. A suspicious smile passed over my face. What have you been up to Master? You admire the colour I chose and said it matched well with my eyes, before stealing a kiss. 'Are there any other places you would like to visit while we are here my love?' you ask and that is when my idea to tease you back came to mind. I replied that I would like to see the music record store before we go back to our accommodation for the day. This makes you laugh. My love of music will never disappear. We walk to the other side of the mall, going up to the next level by the escalator. I always have this fear that my foot will get stuck in one of these for some reason. We arrive at the giant music store. It is nearly closing time and the whole store seems almost abandoned except for the one store attendant who is busy with end of day duties. There are aisles upon aisles of CD's, vinyl records, CD players, surround sound systems, amplifiers and musical instruments. I am walking very slowly in front of you, my eyes scanning the heavy metal section. I think we both know I would probably buy each and every CD if I could. I think about how I am going to implement my plan so I start to rub my hands over your chest, placing soft kisses on your neck before moving away. I am teasing you between the aisles of CD's, rubbing my arse up against your cock, grinding into it before quickly walking away. Throwing a stare over my shoulder back at you, a mischievous smile on face. My Dominant does like to be teased but not to such an extent. I could see the possessiveness and want build up on your face like an ominous storm cloud. I had your attention for sure but I did not know what you would do with such a tease. I lose sight of you as I find my niche of symphonic metal. Leaning over the stand to get a closer look at the CD's at the back, I feel you press your cock up against my exposed ass. I am not wearing any panties and I can feel your hardness through your pants. You whisper into my ear that I am such a tease and that I am about to be shown how much a slut I am for you. You lift up the edge of my skirt, I hear the sound of a zipper before I feel your hard, throbbing cock, force itself into my wet, warm and inviting pussy. I struggle not to make a sound, a slight moan escaping my lips. How I have needed this. To be impaled on your cock. Even in such a public place. I start to rock my hips back onto your cock, my pussy, taking each and every inch of you. I feel so full, so complete and so much like a slut. You are fucking me in a music store! I feel your hands on my hips, pulling me back tight onto your cock. Whispering to me that I am your slut, your slave, your bitch. I can only nod my head, my teeth biting into my tongue to stop myself from moaning and whimpering from the amazing sensations I am feeling right now. My eyes flicker open and I see a face from afar, the shop attendant, watching me get fucked in the middle of the heavy metal section. My face burns with embarrassment, I am sure you have not noticed that we were being watched. My nipples pointed through my top, my wet pussy, a sheath around your cock, I am in the throes of ecstasy right now. You start to really pound into me, your balls making wet slapping sounds which thankfully are masked by the sound of the music being played on the store wide audio system. I close my eyes and just lose myself in the moment. This is what I needed right now. All that sexual frustration that was built up from this morning was being satisfied. How I love when you control me like this. Treat me like such a slut, because that is what I am. Your slut to use whenever and however you see fit. I can feel you speeding up your thrusting, your grunting sounds loud in my ear. I am so close as well, desperate to feel that much needed release. You whisper harshly into my ear, that I want you to beg. I want you to beg for me to allow you to cum. To plead out loud for me to fuck you and to cum deep inside you. My face flushes at the thought and I almost lose my nerve but you are edging me closer and closer the one thing I have needed all day and I wasn't going to lose that now. I start to murmur for you to fuck me. You pretend you cannot hear me and start to slow down your thrusts. I sigh in resignation, I know that was never going to be satisfactory to you Master. I start to moan loud and plead with you to fuck me. To make me your slave and your slut. That I exist only to please you. You grab hold of my hair and pull it as you start to fuck me harder and harder. My eyes are closed, my pussy is so wet for its owner. Please cum deep inside me Master. Please let me cum on your cock. Let my pussy milk every last drop of your seed. This has the desired effect on both of us as you groan and give my permission to cum as you start pumping our hot, white cum deep inside my pussy. I cum so hard on your cock, the orgasm tearing through my body. I am so grateful you are holding onto me because I became so light headed from the cloud you sent me to. Wave after wave of pleasure washing over both of us. We finally become aware of our surroundings once more, you pull out your cock, motioning for me to clean it with my tongue. I kneel before you, my tongue licking both of our juices from your now softening cock. My eyes staring up at you as I lick your cock in appreciation for the pleasure it just allowed me to feel. You pull me to my feet, tucking yourself back in and pull me skirt down over my arse. You kiss me very passionately, whispering to me that you knew what I was up to all along. I look into your eyes, the sheepishness displayed clearly on my face. You know me to well. 'Were there any CD's that you would like'? You ask. I pick up a couple and we head to the checkout area. I could not even look the shop attendant in the eyes. Knowing that they had just witnessed us fucking in public. Heading out of the mall and making our way back to the car, I can feel your cum leaking down my leg. As reminder of the fucking I had just experienced. How delightful it was to experience. We get into the car and you hand me a ring box. My heart starts to race and all I could think was 'Surely not'. Inside that beautiful box was not a ring. No. It contained a one centimetre length of the measuring band. I cannot help but smile. You are teasing me. It is not my fault you are the tone deaf one Master and I can sing better. What will happen in our next experience? I do wonder and look forward to it.
Don't Let Me Down	336,075	4.6	286,378	[ "poker", "lawyers", "irish", "law firm" ]	My brothers-in-law and I occasionally get together for an evening of poker. It isn't a scheduled thing. We only manage it a few times a year. It just happened that our wives had gone on a shopping trip together. That made the perfect opportunity for us to get together for a few hands. My wife, Kate, has a sister and a brother. On this particular evening, her brother, Timothy O'Malley, had invited Sean Clark to sit in on our game, which was at Tim's house. Tim sat to my left and Sean was across the table from me. Sean and Tim both were lawyers that worked at O'Malley, Preston, and Peterson. That's the area's most successful law firm. Kate's father, Joe, was one of the original partners. Joe bought out the other two years ago and now the firm was controlled totally by the O'Malley family. Kate and her sister, Patricia, were both lawyers. Patricia, or Pat as she was known in the family, had married Donald Casey, a civil engineer. He sat to my right. He was a pretty upright guy, for an engineer. I got along with him pretty well. Kate was stuck with me, Jason Henderson. I wasn't Irish, and I wasn't a lawyer. Those two facts had been a source of some family consternation. If Kate's mother, Rose, hadn't taken a liking to me for some reason, I never would have been able to take the shit that old Joe and his son, Tim, piled on me. I was a mason, a man that worked with brick, mortar, blocks, and concrete. My dad had been one before me and I never really wanted to do anything else. Dad insisted I go to school to learn the trade. I had resisted because my father could lay block all the way across the state and back and be within a quarter inch of square and level. All I had to do was learn what he knew. What more was there? Well, there was a hell of a lot more that I needed to learn, and learn I did. After two years of school, I joined Dad is his business. I was soon using my schooling to improve the materials and mixtures we worked with. I modernized and mechanized every chance I had. I showed Dad some new, faster methods to build in brick and block. He showed me the difference between slapping up masonry and true craftsmanship. Together we learned to maintain the quality of our work while doing much of it faster and easier. The business grew and we took on three men to help keep up with the work. I was 27 years old and a partner in a productive, successful business when I met Kate. We had trouble with a supplier that took our deposit money but failed to deliver the materials. I went to the O'Malley law firm to see what options we had in the matter. Somehow, Kate was assigned our case. She was 26 and the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She handled our suit and we got our money back, without going to court. By that time, I was completely infatuated with her. Every time a payment was a day late or a delivery we ordered was delayed, I would try to convince my father that we needed the services of a lawyer again. "Damn it, Jason!" he finally erupted one afternoon as we were laying blocks for a huge house in the Poconos. "Why don't you just ask her out on a date? It would save me a shit-load of money, and allow me to keep on good terms with my customers and suppliers. I can't sue every Tom, Dick, and Harry we do business with so you have an excuse to see that red-headed girl!" I was stunned. Why did he think I just wanted to see Kate again? How could he know what I was thinking? Was it that obvious? "You must think I'm blind or something," laughed my father. "It's pretty clear that girl has you all wrapped up. I was the same with your mother, but I didn't need some flimsy excuse to plead my case. I kept after her until she finally gave up and married me." "She's a lawyer, Dad," I whined. "I'm a mason. She won't have any use for a guy like me." "She'll have no use for a damn chicken-shit whiner, that's for sure!" replied my father. "You don't seem to have any idea what women really do want. I admit I'm not an expert on the subject, but I know one thing. You are a damned good mason, maybe the best I've ever seen. You'll never have to apologize to any man, or woman, for making an honest living building things with your hands. She spends most of her time with those soft, backstabbing weasels and she's probably sick of 'em. Be a man. Ask her out, and don't act like a second-class citizen when you do it. If she turns you down, ask her again in a week. It took me two months to get your mom to agree to step out with me." I spent the rest of the week thinking about what my father had told me. It's funny how it works. When I was 17, he didn't know anything about anything. I felt like just being around him was making me dumber. How did he get so smart in the ten years since? That Friday, I was waiting in the parking lot when Kate left her office. I hadn't had time to change after work. I was sweaty and streaked with dust from head to toe. I had made up my mind that day to ask her out and I decided if I went home to clean up first, I'd lose my nerve. "Hello, Kate," I began. "I don't know if you remember me, but I'm.." "Jason Henderson!" laughed Kate. "I remember you very well, Jason. Are you having another problem with your suppliers?" "I'm having a problem... thinking about anything but you all the time, Kate," I answered honestly. "I was wondering if you'd go out to dinner or a movie with me?" "I hope you'll at least take a shower first!" I hadn't seen Kate's brother, Tim, come up behind me. He had listened to the conversation that I thought was private. "So, Sis, are you going to go out with this hard working man? Maybe he'll take you to McDonalds and then a documentary on how the Hoover Dam was built. If he lays a hand on you, we'll all know. There'll be dusty fingerprints all over you!" he remarked snidely. I had determined he was Kate's brother from his looks and his comments, so I knew that knocking him on his ass would be a mistake. Still, it hurt too much to laugh, so I decided to try to salvage some pride by just leaving. Then I thought about what my father had told me. "Kate, will you go out with me?" I repeated. Kate looked at me, and then at her smirking brother. She took my hand and tugged it. "Walk a ways with me, Jason. We'd don't need this jackal listening in on our conversation, do we?" she asked rhetorically. I walked across the lot with her to a small park. She sat on a bench and motioned for me to join her. "Jason, you've just met my brother, Tim. I love him, but he's snobbish and self-centered. My dad is pretty much the same. Whenever boys, or men now, come to my house to take me out, the two of them really are like jackals. If I agree to go out with you, you'll be ridiculed and insulted by them. No matter who shows up to take out me, or my sister, Pat, they aren't good enough," sighed Kate. "Ask yourself if you think being with me is worth the misery and torment you'll be experiencing. I'm telling you this because I'd love to go out with you, but I don't want you to take a beating from my family. If you've changed your mind after meeting Tim, and what I just told you about my family, I'll understand," she concluded. "Would seven o'clock be okay?" I asked. That was the beginning of a difficult courtship. Her brother and father were as miserable a pair of bastards I had ever encountered. They did everything they could think of to discourage me, but I kept coming back. I was in love with Kate and nothing could dissuade me. We were married just over a year and a half later. It took a while, but old Joe and even Tim eventually came to accept me. I know that having the two children, Mary and Joey, sure didn't hurt my family standing any. It's funny how the worst son-in-laws can create the best grandkids. Kate's mom, Rose, had been my strongest supporter, right from the start. I never knew why, but I was grateful for her kindness. After 17 years of marriage to her daughter, Rose treated be like a son. Kate's cousin usually made the fourth in our card games. He couldn't make it this time, so Tim had invited Sean. He was a problem. He had diarrhea of the mouth and an extremely high opinion of his persuasive skills with the ladies. He was Tim's best friend and had even dated Kate a few times before she went to law school. He was a pain in my ass! "In the six months I've been back in Montrose, I've fucked at least ten different women," bragged Sean. "And seven of those women are married. There's something about banging another guy's wife that really gets the blood pumping." "It sounds more than a little dangerous, Sean. If you don't get shot first, you could be involved in lawsuits and other legal problems," suggested Don. "As a professional, your reputation could be destroyed." "No guts, no glory!" laughed Sean. "The 'bad boy' image is good for business. Men fear me. Women know I'm a fucking machine and seek my counsel." "You could hit on the wrong wife, Sean. She could complain to the old man," insisted Don. "He'd toss your ass out in a second for bothering a married woman." "Old Joe won't be running the firm much longer," Sean responded easily. "Timmy will be sitting in the big chair pretty soon and he'd never listen to baseless allegations made by some jealous husband, would you, Tim?" "I'd do my best for you, Sean, but you'd be well advised to not find yourself in that position. My sisters will have a lot of input with decisions regarding the firm," reasoned Tim. "Well, then I'd just have to fuck them into agreeing, wouldn't I?" chuckled Sean. I tossed my cards down on the table and stood up. "I'm through with this game, and this arrogant asshole!" I declared. "Hey, it's not my fault that you can't satisfy your wife!" Sean shot back. "I just supply a service for wives that need to be fucked properly, and I bet Kate fits in that category." "You miserable, worthless prick!" I hissed. "If you ever even look at Kate cross-eyed, I'll rip your fucking heart out and shove it up your ass!" Tim and Don both stood and started talking to me. "That's just Sean's humor," soothed Tim. "Don't take it personally, Jason. He didn't mean anything by it!" "The hell I didn't," snarled Sean. "You can't expect a fucking bricklayer to understand women or be able to please them. Women like men of power and influence, men with savoir faire, if he even knows what that means." "You pompous weasel!" I spat. "I've had my say and you've been warned. Stay away from Kate!" "Well, I'm not shaking, cement-boy! I've decided to accept your challenge. I'll be fucking your wife within a few weeks," predicted Sean. "She'll forget all about you and your little dick by the time I finish with her." I started around the table but Tim and Don both jumped in front of me. "He's just trying to save face," reasoned Don. "Kate wouldn't give him the time of day and you know it. Don't let his mouth and your temper get you into a world of trouble." "Well, fuck you, too, Don!" yelled Sean. "Just for that, I'm going to fuck Pat, too. I'll show those two cunts how a real man fucks a woman." Sean was spraying spit as he spoke and his eyes were darting around like some kind of rodent. I now found myself placing a hand on Don's shoulder to restrain him. I wasn't sure Don could handle Sean. Besides, if it was going to head down that road, I wanted the honor of tearing the fucker apart. "The game is over," declared Tim. "I'm asking both of you, Don and Jason, to please leave. We all need to cool down." I realized Tim was right. We did need to back off a little. Besides, it was Tim's place. When a man asks me to leave his house, I leave. When I tell a man to leave mine, he damned well better be moving before I finish my sentence. That was a basic belief of mine. A man's house, his castle and all that. Don and I turned and headed for the door. Don was still muttering and I wasn't feeling much better. That Sean was a miserable prick. I decided not to mention the whole affair to Kate, at least until things settled down and I could decide on my course of action. Of one thing I was certain. Sean would regret any harm or pain he brought to my family. Monday evening rolled around and Kate met me at the door with a cold beer and a bunch of questions. "I hear you left the card game early Saturday night, Jason. Why was that?" fished Kate. I'm not good at telling lies. I had thought the whole thing over and decided to just tell Kate the truth. She was a smart, capable woman and would keep Sean at bay. "I left early because Tim asked both Don and me to leave," I replied honestly. "There's a hell of a lot more to it than that, isn't there, Jason?" Kate insisted. "You threatened Sean. You told him to stay away from me, didn't you?" "I think of it as a warning, not a threat, Kate. No man tells me he's going to fuck my wife; not while I'm still drawing a breath," I replied calmly. "I'm sure Sean didn't use those exact words. He told me all about how hostile you were to him. He thinks that you're still jealous because I dated him long before I met you. Tim pretty much agrees with Sean's version," revealed Kate. "You lost your temper and made too much out of an innocent comment, didn't you?" "For some reason, Tim has his head so far up Sean's ass he can't get enough oxygen to feed his brain. They both seem to think your father's about done with the firm and Tim will be the next O'Malley to rule the business. Sean's going to sit at his right hand; fuck Tim's sisters and anyone else he can get his dick into. That's pretty much the gist of the conversation," I responded. "Jason, I know that can't be accurate. Pat and I will have a say in any decisions regarding the company and Tim knows it. Sean has to know that as well," reasoned Kate. "That's why he has to fuck you and Pat into seeing things his way. He seems to believe that once he dips his wick in the O'Malley girls, they'll do his biding just for another chance at his wonderful cock. It looks like your fate is sealed. At least it looks that way to Sean." "Jason, Tim is my brother and would never condone those words or actions from Sean!" Kate replied indignantly. "You've blown everything all out of proportion. I never knew you to be jealous before." I reached down and put my hands under Kate's arms and lifted her up to me so her face was very close to mine. "Kate, I love you more than you'll ever realize. That said, I'll never tolerate any infidelity. Nor will I stand by and allow that asshole to attempt to ruin my family. Make no mistake about that. I can see where you might think Tim and Sean would have more couth than to have said what I told you. I'll give you some slack because Tim's your brother and you love him. Just don't fall for Sean's bullshit," I warned. "You're such a big strong man, holding a little girl like me up like this. Do you think I'm afraid of you, Jason Henderson?" laughed Kate suddenly. "I know you love me completely and will never hurt me. The kids are at Mom's tonight so I suggest you either put me down or show me why I don't need another man, if you're up to it, that is!" That's the way it was with Kate. She would drive me crazy and annoy me with all kinds of asinine stuff and then suddenly demand I make love to her. I think it was her way of being certain I would listen to her as well as to keep me mollified. It always worked. I carried her into the bedroom and made her realize I was all the man she could ever need. At least, I thought I did. She reinforced my belief that I couldn't love her any more than I already did. I know that. As time went on, I noticed that Kate seldom mentioned Sean. That troubled me. She worked with the guy every day. Why didn't she ever talk about him? I became closer to my brother-in-law, Don, after the blow-up at the card game. He was furious that Sean would imply that Pat would even consider being unfaithful. Sean has really gotten Don's Irish up. Whenever Don and I got together, we'd discuss Sean and what we thought he was doing, and with whom he was doing it. Don told me that he had asked Nancy Wahl, old Joe's secretary, to keep an eye on things and let him know if anything seemed amiss. He even went so far as to tell Nancy why he was so interested in the politics of his wife's work. Don had quickly ascertained that Nancy had no use for Sean Clark and was happy to help. Thus far, Nancy had seen nothing unusual. The lack of information about Sean Clark's activities simply caused me to worry more, rather than less. Had he suddenly become a choirboy? My gut told me the he couldn't change his stripes that fast or easily. I watched Kate closely and was extremely attentive to her. She seemed to enjoy my attention and I was rewarded for it more than a few times after the lights went out. The family had planned a big party for Rose and Joe's fiftieth anniversary. All the kids, grandkids, cousins, nieces and nephews and hangers-on were to attend. In Irish families, you never missed a family party without a written excuse from a doctor. Kate and Pat had been taking care of most of the arrangements, with some help from Tim and his wife Ann. Tim had met Ann when she worked for the firm as a temp one summer. No one ever suggested to Tim that her pedigree wasn't acceptable to the family, as he had done to Don and me when we first started courting his sisters. The fact that Ann's last name was Ryan seemed to go farther in the O'Malley family than Don's last name of Casey. I never could understand why that was. The party was to be on Friday, July 15th, the very day Joe and Rose had been married, exactly fifty years prior. I noticed that Kate was tense on the Wednesday before the party and it only seemed to get worse as the date of the party grew closer. She spent a lot of time at her parent's house and on the phone, making certain every possible problem was covered. I guess that's why she was such a good lawyer. She worked hard to avoid any surprises in court and it carried over into her everyday life. It was noon on the Friday of the party when I got a call from Don. "Jason, Nancy just called. She told me she overheard part of a phone conversation of Sean's. He was telling someone to meet him at The Tuck'Em Inn at 3 PM today," revealed Don. "I don't know where Pat is and if I call her cell she can tell me she's anyplace she wants. Do you know where Kate is?" "I know she had to run some last minute errands, like pick up the flowers and stuff like that. I'll tell the guys I'm quitting early and swing by the motel before three. I'll let you know what takes place," I promised Don. "Bullshit!" Don shot back. "I'll be at the corner coffee shop by my office. Pick me up on your way." The problem was, it wasn't on my way. It was already after two and picking up Don would cost me valuable time. Still, he had kept me in the loop. "Okay, Don. Just be sure you're there and ready to jump in when I pull up. We don't have any time to waste!" I replied as I hung up and started for my truck. It was ten to three when I picked Don up in front of the coffee shop. I nodded to him and quickly pulled my truck back into traffic. It was going to be close. I pulled into a convenience store parking lot adjacent to the motel at one minute before three. I pulled into a space that afforded us a good view of the motel and it's rooms. It was an older business with about twenty units, all facing the parking lot in front of us. I turned the engine off. "There he is!" exclaimed Don. "The bastard looks pretty happy, doesn't he?" Sean seemed to be whistling as he strolled up to a room. He swiped the key, entered, and closed the door. Don looked at me as if to ask what we should do. I was considering the situation. Should we barge in on the bastard? What if he was there with a woman other than one of our wives? What if the woman hadn't arrived yet? Don and I hadn't really thought the whole thing out very well. "I don't want to do anything stupid and wind up in jail, Don," I reasoned. "Let's wait and see who else comes or goes. Chances are the damage, if there is any, has been done by now." "That's just what I was thinking," agreed Don. "This probably isn't the first time Sean has had a rendezvous with whomever. Man! I sure hope it isn't one of our wives!" We probably sat there for fifteen minutes with nothing happening. Then Sean stepped out, closed the door and walked back to his car. He sped off while Don and I continued to wait. About five minutes later, the door opened again and a woman stepped out. "Son of a Bitch!" exclaimed Don as we both watched Kate walk rapidly around the side of the building. My heart was beating so hard it almost deafened me. My life was ruined and we both knew it. "Jason, let me have Pat talk to Kate, okay?" pleaded Don. "You know she can't really like that asshole! It was just a terrible mistake. I bet she regrets it already!" "She sure as hell will pretty soon," I growled as I started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot. Don was still trying to calm and placate me when I pulled up in front of his office. "If the shoe was on the other foot, Don, what the fuck would you do?" I finally demanded as he was exiting the truck. "It'd be rash and I'd regret it later. I know that," argued Don. "You're smarter than that, Jason. Think of the kids if not yourself." "Why the hell didn't Kate think of the kids?" I demanded. "I'll take care of this my way!" I may not have been Irish, but a cold beer always helped me relax, and to think. I pulled into a local watering hole and downed a couple. I couldn't come up with any sort of clever solution to my situation. I realized I wasn't the clever type. I just put my head down and waded in. Sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn't, but it was my way. The importance of Kate in my life was beginning to register. She was more than just a good lay, and she really was good. She was my friend, my purpose in life. I suddenly felt totally alone and adrift. My heart ached like it never had before. My cell phone rang. It was Kate. "Jason, where are you? You're supposed to be here at Mom's before this. It's after five and everyone's wondering where you are," she admonished. I considered telling her to go to hell, but then thought better of it. What better time to let her know that I knew what a whore she was and for her whole damn family to find out, too. That'd give the old bastard, Joe, something to celebrate! It was too late to change out of my work clothes. Then I decided what the fuck did I care. If working for a living bothered the O'Malleys so much, I might as well piss off the whole fam damnly. In ten minutes I was walking into the back yard of Kate's parents' property. My jaw was set and my temper was at the boiling point. I had seen Sean's Mercedes parked out front. This was going to be a great party! "Jason! Let's have a drink! I'm buying," called Don before I could locate Kate or Sean. It was obvious he was trying to head me off. He was going to try to calm me done and I was having none of it. I ignored him and kept walking around the corner of the house. That was when I ran into Rose. "Jason! I'm so glad you made it to the party," she beamed. "It wouldn't have been any fun without you." As she spoke, Rose wrapped her arms around me and I leaned over to give her a kiss. It occurred to me that Rose was one person I didn't ever want to hurt, but the shit was going to hit the fan. When it did, there was no controlling who got splattered. I looked over Rose's head and spotted Sean by the bar. He was waving his drink around as he told everyone within earshot some bullshit story. I stepped around Rose and headed for Sean. He saw me coming and my glare must have given him an inkling of what his future held. He placed his drink down on the counter and straightened up as I got close. "I warned you, you miserable prick," I hissed. "Now it's time to pay the piper." From nowhere, his right fist shot out and struck my chin. My head snapped back and I heard crunching noises coming from my neck. I shook my head to clear it. Then I just smiled at Sean. "I guess Kate told you everything!" snarled Sean. "I knew the bitch wouldn't be able to keep her mouth shut." As he spoke he bounced another right off the left side of my face. Everything had gone silent, except for the sound of his fist meeting my flesh. I wasn't exactly the most popular person in the O'Malley clan, but Kate was pretty near the top. Sean had just called Kate a bitch at her family affair. Even as I reached up to rub my cheek, it occurred to me that Sean didn't spend a lot of time around very many real Irish families or he would never have maligned Kate. Then I grabbed him by the lapels of his suit jacket and swung him around and against the wall of the nearby tool shed. He hit the building so hard I briefly wondered if it was going to collapse. I propped him up with my left hand and pulled back my right. This fight was about to end! "Jason!" It was Kate. She hadn't really yelled so much as she used that tone that she reserves for very serious offenses. Instinctively, I held still with my right fist poised to erase Sean Clark's good looks. "Kate, I'll deal with you later," I rasped. "Right now I'm kinda busy." Suddenly Kate stepped in front of me with her head against the arm that still propped up Sean. "Deal with me later?" she repeated. "I don't know what you think you're saying, Jason, but you'll deal with me right now!" "This prick just admitted everything, Kate. Not that it mattered," I added. "I saw you leave that goddamn motel today." Kate flinched like she'd been struck. She raised her chin and looked me in the eye as she spoke. "If you believe I would ever betray you, for this piece of shit, or for anyone, then you should beat me, too. Go ahead, Tough-guy, I deserve it if I did what you claim! Slap me around!" I had never seen Kate show so much emotion. Her lip quivered and her voice wavered as she spoke to me. She knew she could cut my heart out with a garden tool and I wouldn't lift a hand against her. Still, I began to feel a nagging doubt. "If you trust me, love me like I think you do, you'll let him go and allow me to explain. If I mean so little to you that you'd toss me to the curb for something you think might have happened, then go ahead and clobber the jackass. Smack me around while you're at it because any woman that would cheat on a husband as loyal and devoted as you are, Jason, deserves no better," she concluded. Now I was really between a rock and a hard place. Sean was getting his wind back and beginning to squirm. If I was going to deck him, I needed to get it done. Still, what if Kate hadn't cheated? What if there was some other explanation for her being in that motel? I looked at Kate and I knew I had no choice. I couldn't give up on her. I couldn't refuse her anything. She still did things to me when she stood so close, even after all these years. I released Sean. My head snapped back again as he swung a haymaker over Kate's shoulder that connected with my left eye. I'm a pretty rugged guy but that shot made my knees turn rubbery. I heard Kate curse, followed by some meaty thuds. I'd been around enough fights over the years to know what that sound was. I felt Kate's arms wrap around me, helping me keep my feet, as I staggered back. Once again I shook my head to clear it. I couldn't see much out of my left eye, but I didn't need 20/20 vision to see that Tim O'Malley was whipping the living shit out of his former best friend. Don and a couple cousins grabbed Tim and pulled him back from Sean. Tim was breathing hard and was as red as a man could get. He slid his hands over his face and took a deep breath. "Guys, show this cowardly bastard the highway and be quick about it! I won't be responsible for my actions if he's still in my sight in ten seconds!" he declared. Several hands grabbed Sean and half dragged him and half carried him around to the front. Tim put an arm over my shoulder and around Kate's waist and guided us toward the kitchen. There were several people standing inside and looking out the open door. "Give Kate, Jason, and me a few minutes, would you?" insisted Tim. Everyone quickly filed outside. After they left, Tim closed the door. "Kate, Ann just told me how you intervened today, before she made a really serious mistake. I'm really pissed at her, but appreciate that she had the nerve to confess. To think I thought that bastard was my friend while he was working to seduce my wife. Thanks, Kate!" croaked Tim as he hugged his sister hard. I was still groggy from the blows Sean had dealt to my face. I struggled to figure out what was going on. Did Sean fuck Ann, too? What did Kate do? Tim released Kate and turned to me and offered his hand. Not knowing exactly why, I accepted it and we shook. "I apologize, Jason, for not considering your opinion and terminating Sean the night of the card game. Don told me that you saw Kate leave the motel today. You couldn't have known that Kate had gone there to read the riot act to Ann, not to sleep with that slime ball," Tim revealed. "Obviously, Ann listened to her and left. I'm guessing Kate stayed to have it out with Sean." "Pat and I both got the seduction dance from Sean, but we had already discussed his tirade the night Jason and Don left your house, Tim. We had to struggle just to hide our contempt. Then we noticed that he turned his charm toward Ann. When she left early today, I had a bad feeling about it, so I followed her," Kate revealed. "Ann was long gone when Sean arrived. He and I negotiated his departure from the company. He agreed to announce tomorrow that he'd found a better position in California and to give his two weeks notice. In turn, the firm wasn't going after him for any of a number of ethics violations," admitted Kate. "I didn't know that Jason saw me leave the motel. No wonder he was so enraged at Sean!" "Aw, shit!" I exclaimed. "I screwed up again, Kate! When will I learn to trust you? I embarrassed you in front of your family," I worried. "I wouldn't say that!" laughed Kate's mother, Rose, as she stepped into the room, followed by Don, Pat, and my two kids. "Everyone was afraid you were going to kill that miserable shit. If Kate hadn't stopped you, Clark would be looking for his head about now and the cops would be looking for you. Not that you weren't provoked, Jason. I wouldn't want to be in any man's shoes that insulted my Kate in front of you." "I'm proud of Kate for marrying you. I'm proud of her for stopping you from killing that idiot. I knew you'd lose your mad when Kate stepped into the fray," chuckled Rose. "I always could do that to her father, too. You went all doe-eyed and weak when she got close." "You weren't worried about me killing Sean, Mom?" quizzed Tim. "Son, you did what you had to do, but let's face it. You're a lawyer. Your hands aren't really very dangerous. Now look at Jason's hands, chest, and shoulders. Clark was in very real danger for a minute there. You handed him a few bumps but he'll be fine in a couple days." "What about Jason, Mom?" asked Pat. "His eye is swollen closed and there's a bruise on his cheek. Any suggestions to soothe his swelling?" Upon hearing Pat's words, I realized my left eye was completely closed and my head was hurting more than a little. "Kate, take your husband upstairs, get his clothes off and get him in the Jacuzzi. I'll send an ice pack up with one of the kids. Then get your clothes off and show him how much you love him. We'll still be partying when you get back," grinned Rose. "Mom!" shrieked Pat. "Is that any way to talk to your daughter, in front of her children, no less?" "Pat, don't act all proper with me," laughed Rose. "These kids, as well as my grown children, may as well know a few of the secrets to being married for fifty years. It sure isn't by withholding love and affection from your husband, especially when he gets bruised defending his family. Get upstairs, Kate, and take care of your man!" It was just less than an hour later when Kate and I rejoined the party and mingled with the guests. I guess everyone there had heard about Rose's advice for long marriages and kidded Kate and me about making certain that ours would last. Personally, I think Rose hit on a successful formula.
Hotel Rendezvous	33,658	4.65	532,977	[ "london hotel", "lesbian", "threesome", "double penetration", "golden shower" ]	Acknowledgement My gratitude to Editors Bruce Paulk and Dawn Bella for providing their time, expertise and supportive advice. I'm walking into the London hotel. It's very plush! I'm a little nervous, but excited too! I've spent hours getting ready. I want to be as attractive as possible. I've dressed carefully for the occasion with a nice, expensive black cocktail dress, suspenders and sheer black stockings. Nothing tarty - but I don't have any panties on! I hope I don't get too excited and start to show. This will be our first real meeting! I see you sitting at the bar. You look lovely. Every inch a lady who belongs in luxury surroundings! We greet each other with a friendly but restrained kiss on the cheek. We agree a bottle of nice white Burgundy and move to an alcove table. You look so sexy! My heart is thumping! I hope nothing shows! I hope the dress doesn't get spoiled, in public! I compliment you on your stunning outfit. I re-cross my legs. I know there is a flash of pink! I can see that you have noticed and that you like it because you flush. I hope you are as excited as I am. My nipples are poking out of the top of my dress. I can see by your erect nipples that you are also excited. You lean forward towards me, allowing your breasts to be displayed to full effect. "I don't know if I can last the bottle," I whisper. "We can order another one in the room -- even colder," you suggest. We head towards the lift. Chapter 2 The doors have barely shut when you turn to me passionately. As your tongue forces its way into my mouth, my hand squeezes your breast and I pull you closer. I can feel your hard nipple through the thin material of your blouse; the hotness of your breath against my mouth. I hardly have time to breathe. Your hand goes between my legs. I am so wet. OMG! The lift is stopping and the door start to open. We spring apart, arranging ourselves to normalness. An older couple step into the lift. They can sense something and look at us. We manage to look calm. The lift continues. The doors open and you lead me out onto our floor. The corridor is as luxuriously appointed as the entrance rooms. Doors pass. With my excitement, I am finding it hard to breathe. You stop at a door. '69' it says on it. I laugh. "Did you choose it deliberately?" You laugh too. "I've been planning this for some time!" Your voice is husky. You open the door and reveal a sumptuous suite. I am taken aback by the sheer luxury of the main room. The bed chamber is also a marvel with an adjoining bathroom. The bath is large and sunken! I look at the huge bed. There are drapes on either side. "My, my!" I exclaim. "This is something." Smiling, you approach me, reach out and take my hand. "First things first," you say with a chuckle. "Let's get the wine delivered!" Chapter 3 You make the call. "Right away Madam!" "Let me show you around." You take my hand. I slip my arm around your waist. You are warm -- hot! "Have you done this before?" I ask shyly. "Especially like this hotel." My heart was thumping again! I put my hand on your breast. "Oh! Mmmm! I want you to do things to me," you whisper in my ear. "Sexy things? Disgusting things?" "Oh yes. All sorts of things." You speak quietly, hushed with desire. "Tell me! Tell me what you want me to do to you?" I move a hand to your ass cheek, to hold you tighter, to pull you closer. I feel the heat from your private mound. Your breasts, your nipples are hard; almost fencing with my bullet-like nipples, both pressing into the other. You lean harder against me. "Tell me what things you most want me to do to you?" I ask again. "Oh yes! I want you to . . ." There was a loud knocking at the door. "Room service!" calls the unseen voice. "God!" I cry. Waiting a moment, you go to open the door. The waiter stands there with a trolley, delivering a silver bucket, covered with a linen cloth. "Your wine order Madam." "Please bring it in," you tell him, holding the door open. Despite being professional hotel personnel, you can see him taking it in. Two well-dressed women, the atmosphere, the electricity in the air. "Here this is for you." You press a tip into his hand. "Mmmm. Chablis! And perfectly cold. A glass?" You smile at me. "God, yes please, I could do with a glass." You hand me an ice-frosted, elegant wine glass, filled with the most delicious looking amber liquid. "Mmmm! Wonderful, cheers!" I gently caress your nipple with my now ice-cold finger. "Oh, that feels so good!" you murmur. I unbutton the front of your blouse and gently rub my wine cold finger over your nipple; which grows and hardens even more! I unclip your bra. Your breasts rush out on being released. I dip my finger in the cold Chablis and gently circle first one and then the other nipple. "Oh! That's wonderful," you exclaim, throwing your head back. I fill my mouth with the chilled wine and begin to suck first one nipple, then the other, gently at first, and then harder. I softly bite while running my tongue over the hard end. You moan! You hold your glass of wine between your breasts. I gently peel off your blouse until you are topless. I gaze at your wonderful breasts. I baste them with more Chablis. You reach out to me and unzip my dress. It drops to the floor. I am naked before you. I reach around and unhook your business skirt and let it fall. YOU have no panties on either!!! I feel so wet! I feel hot waves of desire and lust as I look at your body. We both still hold our glasses of Chablis. "Perhaps we should order another bottle," you say, huskily. Chapter 4 There's a knock on the door behind us. We turn to see who it is. You know already as you've made sure we have all the perks included! But you play dumb. It's an attractive brunette girl, short, large breasts, high heels and a French Maid's uniform. In a French accent, she asks, "Is there anything you would like Mesdames? Compliments of the bar? Anything!" she adds with a cheeky smile and a trace of a wink. "A bottle of burgundy would be perfect, if you don't mind," you say. "But don't hurry." As she turns to leave, she drops the pencil she's used to write down our order. Bending down to pick it up, she flashes that same unmistakeable mound of naked pussy you showed me earlier. "Ooops! How careless of me!" she says, smirking. We turn to each other. I know instantly you've set it up. "What shall we do while we wait?" I ask innocently. "How about . .!" You take me gently by the hand and lead me to the enormous bed and the enticing, crispy white sheets. We've been waiting for this moment for so long; all the time we have written emails to each other with our dirty fantasies. You push me onto the sheets, and kiss me, urgently pushing your tongue inside my mouth, deep and probing. "This is my first experience with a woman," you say, "and it feels amazing. Makes me wonder why I ever needed men in the first place!" "I need you, I want to be inside you," I whisper. But we both know we have to hold back, to enjoy this experience to the fullest. You move from my mouth to look at me. I feel my pussy is sodden. You slip off my shoes and roll down those sheer black stockings to reveal my toned legs. You feel a surge of wild lust as you smell the slightly sweaty, sweet aroma of unrolled stockings and gorgeous ladies feet. You can't help but bend and put your nose to my soles and inhale deeply. This turns me on. I arch my feet for you, and you take my toes into your mouth. I'm in heaven....! Chapter 5 I stand and offer you a hand to rise. I move behind you, stroking your sides. I move my mouth to your neck and slowly kiss both sides. I move my hands to cup your invitingly hanging breasts while pushing my hot mound against your bottom cleft. I grasp both your nipples with my finger and thumb. You moan and buckle slightly, pushing your ass back to meet me. You quickly turn to me, holding my backside to pull me closer, pulling my head to savagely kiss me. Our mouths together, your tongue thrusting into my mouth. Our breasts almost folded together, both sets of nipples hard and poking. I feel my legs start to go. You move me back closer to the large bed. There is a knock at the door! OMG! Not again! Without permission, the door opens and the girl in the French maid's costume comes in with a silver wine cooler. "Ladies, excuse me! Have I interrupted anything!" she says with a smirk. She bends down to put the chilled Burgundy on the table. Her breasts almost fall out of the low neckline of the costume. She stands and shrugs off the costume, she is nude except for the black suspenders and stockings. Her breasts are magnificent. Her mound is completely shaven. She smiles and approaches us and embraces our naked bodies. Gazing into our surprised faces, her hands stroking two different sets of buttocks, "I am French you know," she murmurs. "Perhaps you ladies could use a hand, No?" Chapter 6 I stand there stunned, naked, in front of this stranger. Her hands are busy, up both our backs, brushing against the sides of two breasts. I can feel you shudder. I can feel me shudder! Her hands go lower, the fingers sliding down into our bum cleavages. She stops with a finger on my anus which is damp with excitement. I can tell she is playing with yours too. Suddenly she leaves us, walking across to the table, her ass and breasts juggling in the sexiest way. I hold onto you tightly and cup your breast with my other hand. "Mesdames, I have something for you." The deliciously anonymous creature bends down, her heavy breasts hanging and swinging, and lifts a previously unseen bag from behind the table. Placing it down, she reaches inside and produces a curious object with straps. She steps into it and changes herself there in front of us. Over her shaven mound there now protrudes a large penis! Large and red, with exciting ribbed mouldings! "Oh my!" I exclaim. She reaches into the bag again and produces two dildos. "Now we can begin." Smiling, she walks with her wobbling protuberance towards us. She leads us across to the large, luxurious bed. We fall together onto the bed, holding each other. We are so close that our breasts slap each other in a playful way. I notice a line of sweat runs down your breast and rests on the point of your nipple. I bend towards you, mouth open, and allow the drop to fall on my tongue. "I want to drink all your juices!" I say, licking my lips. We are so engrossed; we fail to notice above us. A pair of pink tipped breasts looms over us, but also a thick, swaying member! "My dears, allow me!" "I don't think I could get that in me!" I cry. "I'm quite tight". "Don't worry about that," replies our swaying mammary and phallus equipped friend. "By the time I'm finished, you'll take it with ease Madame." "First we need some lube." She produced a tube from which a slippery unguent oozed. I felt a little anxious and hold on tighter to your boob. "Not so hard honey!" You admonished me. The maid reaches down and turns me over. Her fingers worked their way into my anus, filling it with the slippery, oozy liquid. Then she turned to you and pulled your buttocks to gain full access. She filled your little pink back hole with the same ooze so it is completely slippery. "Now Mesdames! Let's start!" Chapter 7 She urges you onto your front, pushing your head down and pulling your ass in the air, spreading your legs leaving you completely vulnerable. She hands me one of the dildos. I shuffle up the bed. I am at your head. I spread my legs and inch myself towards your face. You look up, smile and see what I am doing and raise your head to allow me to position my shaved, swollen, and very slippery lips directly in front of you. You suddenly shiver. I look up and see our 'maid' spreading your ass cheeks with her hands. She is an extraordinary sight standing over you, her breasts hanging and swinging, the monstrous phallus sticking out in front of her. I wonder what she will do next. I hope she will not damage you. She leans forward to your ass. Her mouth open, pink tongue ready to taste you, to widen you. She puts her face and mouth to your ass and begins to probe your tight little hole with her tongue. She uses her tongue to make your ass even wetter, pushing the slippery lube further into and up your hole. You gasp and shudder and fall on my exposed lips, your mouth kissing and sucking on my secret mouth, your tongue slipping and pushing past my lips and into me. With one hand I hold your head, caressing but gently guiding your wet mouth and exploring tongue deeper into me. I try to open my legs even further. I drop the dildo on the bed and hold your breast, stroking down towards your ever so erect nipple. I hold your nipple between two fingers while stimulating the end with another finger. You shudder and moan a little. I am pressing you so deeply into me, you can hardly breathe. I move your head a little to let you draw breath. Your mouth is covered in my slippery juices. I can feel myself making more juices. It just runs out of me I am so turned on. I look up to see the maid has now two fingers up your anus, slowly moving them in and then out, stimulating your hole with all its juices. She also has produced her dildo, a curved one which she is working over your pussy. She is working it around the front of your slit, all around your clit. She is applying herself with enthusiasm for she is covered with a light sheen of sweat, and still has the monstrous phallus hanging in front of her. I realise that you now have all your holes being attended to and you show your appreciation by bucking your ass rhythmically. You are making sexy slurping noises as you push harder against my vagina lips, your tongue pushing and forcing its way into me. The sensation is incredible for me. I move my hips in a motion against you. I can feel my clit throb powerfully. I can imagine it swelling under your sucking mouth, becoming a phallus which I can then push into you. You are making gasping noises as you try to kiss, suck and force your tongue into me, and breathe all at the same time. I see the maid straighten and put her ass gooey fingers on your leg. She puts some lube onto the hanging phallus. She continues to work the dildo around and in your slit. With the size of the thing, the phallus, I can't believe she will put it in your ass but, with the lube, she has done her work well. Even so, when she starts to insert the shaft into you, you gasp and straighten, your eyes wide and your mouth all covered in my special juices. It is only for a moment, for you throw yourself forward onto my abandoned pussy while thrusting back with your hips onto the flexible rod strapped to the incredible sight of a penetrator with wide, soft hips and hanging, swaying, pink tipped breasts. I can see that you are now in the throes a powerful force by your increasingly violent bucking. Your body appears like two separate parts. Your head and upper body is twisting and pressing against me in order to get inside me, while your hips and ass are moving rhythmically against the penetrations of our endowed maid. Still, she works the dildo against your clit, sometimes slipping it inside you, only to reappear with your juices dripping off it. You are making gasping and gagging noises as you try to get your tongue as deep inside me as possible and occasionally breathe. I know you must be close. I pull your head tighter against me, making it even harder for you to get enough air. With my fingers on your breast nipple, I grasp your nipple between my pretty, red, but sharp nails and squeeze. Gently at first to check you like this, then stronger as your body breaks into three parts, your breast now acting almost independently as it heaves and sways and presses itself against my hand, while still your mouth and tongue pushes up me and your hips push and swing at the maid as she enters your ass and torments your pussy. Your movements reach a peak of violence. You slurp and gasp for some air with a desperate urgency. Suddenly you stiffen. Your body spasms - three, four, five times or more. You slump to one side, your mouth now free, gasping in air, the movement allowing the goo covered phallus to slide out and drip on your ass and legs. Your body quivers and shakes; for such a long time, I begin to worry slightly. You open your eyes and smile up at me, looking almost through my sodden lady lips, you are so close to them. Your body relaxes. "So," I grin. "Did you manage to cum?" Chapter 8 You smile at me and attempt to rise, only succeeding at the second attempt. You wipe your mouth with your finger and put it in to taste it. You reach down and put your finger deep in your pussy. You hold the finger up for me to taste -- which I do. "Delicious," I say. "I'm going to enjoy drinking more of that soon!" The maid returns from the table bearing two chilled glasses of golden Burgundy. "Mesdames," putting a glass in each of our hands. Her breasts, now shiny with the exertions, sway in front of us. Her phallus juts out in front of her. "Oh, I so needed that," you say, almost draining the glass and handing it back to the maid for a refill. "I think I need a pee," you say, attempting to stand, your legs wobbly. I finish the cold wine. "Me too!" As I try to swing off the bed. We head to the large en-suite bathroom area. "Non, non! Mesdames!" The maid intercepts us. "You cannot waste such a good vintage. Come, I will show you." She leads the way to the enormous sunken bath. She produces two champagne saucer glasses from the cabinet and enters the bath. "Come, come." She beckons to me. "Open your legs." She holds up one glass. I am hesitant but move forward. Suddenly I understand. I arch my back and hold my lips apart. She raises the glass and I give a stream of golden liquid, mostly, into the glass. It hurts pleasantly to shut off my flow. "D'accorde!" She looks pleased, raises the glass and gives a long sniff, then sips a taste. "Marvellous!" she smiles. Placing the glass carefully to the side, she offers the next glass to you, urging you forward. You move to the edge of the bath, arch your back and also open your lips with your fingers. An arc of gold streams forward. A foamy liquid appears in the glass. "Good, good." She places the two glasses safely to one side. "Now, Mesdames." She lies back, grasping her large breasts so they bulge upwards towards us and opening her legs, exposing her swollen slit. "Come, I am ready for you." We turn and look at each other, smile and move forward. Together we thrust our mounds forward and again force our lips apart. Two golden streams arc out, merging into one and splash first onto her proffered breasts, then marching up to cover her face with splashing wetness, much of it entering her offered, opened mouth. Then returning down over her belly to soak her shaven mound, from where a gush of golden fluid of her own is spurting down, in a lower arc, to cover her legs! "I needed that," I say to you, letting my lips damply close. Spluttering slightly, our maid rises on her elbows. "Ladies, that was magnificent! C'est Grand Cru!" "I will run your bath now, also special foams and perfumes, I will do everything. Prepare yourselves. The towels are over there." Rising from the bath she continues, "I will shower in the guest bathroom with your permission." We smile at each other and collect our luxury bathrobes to place over nearby chairs. The steamy waters not only have luscious foam on them but an expensive but subtle perfume also rises. I hold your ass; I cannot help but finger your now puffy hole. "Shall we?" I indicate the almost full bath. Hand in hand we walk the few steps down into the wonderful bath. As we lie back, I look at you through the rising steam. Your breasts seem to float in front of you. I look down and see my breasts are bobbing. You look at me dreamily. "Where's the soap," I ask. "Yes it does, doesn't it!" You smile. Chapter 9 "Mesdames, your glasses." Our maid has returned, freshly glowing. Naked, not only washed but oiled. Her breasts gleam. Hair, wet and tied back. She hands a fresh cold glass of wine. She puts down a container of shower douche. It looks expensive. Holding up a shower attachment and a skin defoliant loofah. "Who will be first?" she says enthusiastically. She takes my hand and urges me up and over to a sitting ledge. The spray of water covers my head and then my body. A wonderfully rich shampoo is lathered into my hair. Then firm and experienced hands apply exotic Levant foam onto my body, applied luxuriantly with the loofah giving me a tingling feeling. "Open wide," I am commanded. Of course I comply. The gush of water on my underside is followed by strong fingers, inserting the perfumed foam into every crevice and orifice. This is followed by another strong flood of spray, filling me up so that it gushes out and then drips down the inside of my legs. I am helped out and guided to the impossibly fluffy bath robe. She turns to you with a beckoning hand, urging you to the same step. With legs wide apart and the expert douche being ministered, you turn to me with a dreamy, smiley look. I know what you are thinking. "This IS heaven!" Chapter 10 Returning from depositing fresh bottles of lotions and lube on the table beside the bed, she takes us both by the hand and urges us back to the now freshened bed. She now guides me onto my back on the bed. She uses a generous amount of lube, firstly over my lips and slit so they shine with the unguent, then gently working the lube up my small hole. It is very pleasurable. My lips swell and become puffy. I can see my pink button pushing out. My anus feels as though it is opening and wet. I know this will be an experience I will not forget in a hurry and am excited at the thought of what is likely to come. She turns to you. She circles your nipples with perfumed ointment to rescue any tenderness they might be suffering. Reaching down she massages a smaller amount of lube on your pussy but then ensuring, with strong and practised fingers, that the lube is fully worked up into your anus. You let out a small moan of pleasure. Turning, she now steps into and fastens another impressive phallus. She covers the swaying member with generous amounts of lube. With a tingle I just know that this is meant for me. She indicates that you should climb onto the bed at my head. You bend over me and kiss me passionately, your hanging breasts warmly hugging my head. I feel the mattress move and look down to what is an incredibly sexy sight. She is advancing on me, the enormous phallus swaying from her womanly loins, her heavy oiled breasts hanging and swaying. She has another dildo with her, cruelly curved for maximum pleasure in those hard to get spots. With her free hand she caresses the insides of my legs, moving to my belly and then stimulating my open and exposed lips. Grasping one lip at a time, she pulls them gently apart, encouraging them to become more engorged. I feel she can look right up me. She lifts my legs up and manoeuvres herself, and the phallus, so that the point touches my anus, now exposed by my split position. Bringing the dildo onto my lips and slit, she indicates to you to carry out your desires on my top half while she deals with my lower portion. You swing yourself onto me, trapping my arms in the upright position under your legs. I know I am completely helpless, but it makes me more excited. You hold my breasts, stroking and balancing at the same time, while you lower your slit on to me. I can see your ass and then only your glistening vagina. Already streams of your secret juices are making channels through the lube. You are gentle and adroit. You rub your lips and slit along my nose first. I can smell the return of the wonderful woman odour breaking through the bath perfumes. My nose has peeled open your inner lips and released a gush of your juices on my face. You move lower and place your wet and opened pussy at my mouth, allowing me to greedily kiss and sup your delicious mouth. My tongue licks back and forth, opening your passage even more as I try to press the tip of my tongue as deep inside you as I can. I am being driven frantic as you massage my breasts and pinch my nipples, pulling at then and extending them out until I feel they must be a foot long! Immersed in your fleshy wetness, I cannot see what the maid is doing but it is a heavenly torment. You will describe to me later, in the dreamy post-coital warmth of togetherness, a picture of the expert interference which is being inflicted on my helpless groin. The maid is carefully working the dildo, over my slit and lips and deeper and deeper into me, while she maintains a slow gyration of her hips which screws, it's the only word, the phallus into my ass. The lube and the excitement are causing my anus to expand to an incredible extent and receive the enormous object which is entering me. The sensation is fantastic! Rather it is only one of several sensations on my body which are battling for dominance while gradually merging. I am drowning in your juices and press deeply into your pulsating pussy. It is almost impossible to breathe but I don't want to separate from you for a second. I want to merge with you, deeper and deeper into your body until we are one. While you are exciting my breasts and nipple with exquisite torments, you become fascinated by the way her hips pump the monster into me and how she has now worked the dildo almost completely up my pussy. She works the dildo constantly so that its curved end can reach those oh so tingly corners at the top of my cavern. Despite being stretch by two monster intrusions, (perhaps I will split apart), my hips are bucking and thrusting to receive even greater invasion. The maid notices your interest. She is covered in a sheen of sweat from her exertions and her heavy breasts sway and shudder. She lifts a hand to your hanging breast and urges you forward. Your hand reaches out and cups one of her swinging teats. She leans towards you and your mouths meet, her tongue wiping over your lips before forcing its way into your mouth. You lean forward to meet her and your pussy moves down to my chin where you rub it against the hardness. I gasp in air and juices but am suddenly aware that your puffy, pink anus comes above me. I manage to free my arms and grasp your hips, pulling them down and forcing your ass cheeks apart to give my wet tongue access. I lick in circles around your little bud, sweeping always to the centre where I prise the hole open with the tip of my tongue. I can hear a moan and shudder from you. I hope it is because of my actions but I know also you are being pleasured from another direction. I force my tongue further into you and am rewarded as your anus relaxes and opens for me. I respond by increasing my efforts to enter you, licking the passage and notice you even have juices from this hole. The maid's hands work their magic on your breasts and her tongue encircles and wrestles yours. Generously she pulls the dripping dildo from out of my body and gives it to you. You now have my tongue pushing and extending your anus, the rubbing of your slit on my chin, expert fingers tease and manipulate your breast and nipple while you caress and control the hanging, swaying tit of the other woman. Now you also have the dildo which you place between my open lips and proceed to induce the most over-powering sensations that a greedy vagina can handle. The maid, her free hand covered in generous lube, proceeds to insert one finger, then two, then three, then a whole hand into my already pre-stretched pussy. She achieves this while not neglecting her gyrating hip invasion of my ass with the phallus. You use the dildo in the most skilful fashion on my upper lips and my positively engorged bud. It occurs to you that we have completed the circle -- well certainly the triangle. Every part is attended to by the next part of the triangle. Despite my concentration to force my tongue as deep inside you as possible, I have conflicting, pulsating demands from the torrent of your juices encouraged by the action of your pussy on my face, from the incredible sensation of my ass being filled and the unbelievable sensations produced by a whole hand inside my pussy. I can feel sparks going off as she stimulates one area of my passage after another. I can feel the tempo rising! I can feel my tempo rising!! I am frantic to enter you completely while I am surrendering to the multiple ravishments being inflicted upon me unseen! I am intoxicated by the different demands made on my body, being ravished in so many ways at the same time. All of the erotic excitements are moving together, forming a volcanic force, building and building! Both of you become aware how close I have become. You tease the tip of the dildo under my engorged bud producing fireworks and electricity. The maid's fingers; is she grasping my uterus inside me -- and milking it? Suddenly, all the flows of lava rush to join together. I feel I am thrust forward -- it is too powerful to resist. My body buckles and pulsates -- many times. You lean forward to encourage my clit to rise completely free -- it's pulsing as though it has a life of its own. Your movement brings your pussy lips back onto my uncontrollably vibrating mouth. My tongue extends up into your passage and spasms violently. The maid grips your breast and squeezes your nipple. You feel an unstoppable rush, rising from your open vagina, engulfing your breast and exploding in your brain with a white light. You lose control of your body and shake violently, swaying. In between spasms you catch the maid has stopped her ministrations and is slumped in front of you, her body shaking! We discover later, the strap-on phallus has a reverse portion which extended into her. Her movements which produced pleasure in others produced equal pleasure in her. Gradually our mutual shaking and quivering lessened and the introspective blackness dissolved. You have collapsed sideways on the bed and lie there quietly. The maid has managed to withdraw herself from me and lies on her side at the foot of the bed. She is still a vision of breasts flopping and an enormous sticky phallus jutting from the middle of female hips. I lie where I have been left, arms spread above my head, leg splayed open, exhibiting still puffy and very wet lips. It's not clear how much time passes. The maid rises first and collects the robes and lays them beside us. We struggle into the robes and arrange ourselves on the many cushions. I feel utterly spent, but oh so cosy. You must feel the same as you have a dreamy smile as you stroke my leg. The maid appears. She also has a robe. She carries a tray of three glasses. "Now Mesdames, the time is perfect." She hands us a glass each, one for herself. The wine looks delicious, golden, and has been chilled just right. The glasses are champagne glasses. "With your permission, -- Cheers!" She smiles and sips. We look at each other -- then do likewise. Do you know? It was delicious. The End
Beebe and Petey Ch. 04	9,205	4.52	1,262,493	[ "bush", "pre-cum" ]	The summer of 1971 was a shining, soaring, pulsing mountaintop of discovery, love, sex, and friendship, and it ended way too soon. The excitement began in early May when Chad, Dene and I discovered love and sex. Friends forever, we had swapped stories about our budding adventures, kissing and feeling up (or being felt up by) other people, but had never tried it with each other. Chad and I finally admitted we loved each other and that quickly led to claiming each others' cherries. Then Dene and I shared an erotic kiss, mainly by accident, and followed it up with full-on girl-girl sex and very nearly got caught in our very first act when her parents got home a little early. (The garage door sounded an early warning, and we recovered our clothes and composure just in time!) We were aided and abetted by my sister Jan who not only let us read a book that had EVERYTHING about every kind of sex you could imagine, but let us use her house for our lovemaking while she was at work! If it hadn't been so close to the end of the school year, Dene and I would have probably flunked out because of the enthusiasm we poured into exploring our new world of sex! I spent every minute I could at Jan's house, alternating trysts between Chad and Dene. Unfortunately, Chad's grades did suffer, and that brought lifelong consequences that we never expected. More on that later. Things moved quickly that May. It was already summer-warm in Corpus Christi, TX where we grew up, and my first time with Chad was outdoors on a picnic table! Reading Jan's book, we worked on something new almost every week through the end of the school year. First up was Chad's ability to screw me long enough to get me off before he popped. His first do-it-yourself technique was to jack off before we planned to get together so he could last longer after he slid his dick into me. That changed when we first tried and then worked to perfect blowjobs. I had already discovered cum wasn't gross to lick. I learned that the first time Chad blew a load on me. The book assured us that cum was safe to swallow, and outlined techniques for blow jobs. For a couple of months, THAT became our first item of business--I'd give him a blow job, swallow the cum, and then gently suck him back hard again. He loved it, I loved it and Dene always wanted me to report on how much of a load her big brother shot into my mouth. That first load was always a pretty good mouthful, and the stream had significant force to it. In fact, the first time I kept him in my mouth while he came it didn't go so well. His first semen blast "went down the wrong pipe." I choked and pulled away, and like a loose fire hose his dick continued to pump streams in random directions. I got a few squirts on my face and hair while I coughed violently. What a mess. Chad started thumping my back to help, not knowing what else to do. We ended early, changed Jan's sheets, did laundry and took showers without going any farther that day! Undeterred, we worked on timing. Chad always warned me--verbally at first, then with taps or squeezes. It didn't take long before I could read the signs well enough and his warnings were superfluous. That helped his ability to last, and I continued to have my opening orgasms from licking his pre-cum while he fingered me. Getting a vaginal orgasm from fucking just wasn't happening at all, though, much less getting off at the same time like people did in "Letters to Penthouse." If we got him off with a blow job first thing, Chad could pump me for 10 minutes before he couldn't take it anymore, and although I got close, I just couldn't seem to get over the top. I'd give him a few minutes to rest, then guide his hand down to my pussy and have him get me off with his fingers while he kissed me deeply, nibbled my ears and sucked my nipples. We discovered that when I got close, sucking one or the other of my nipples hard enough to be almost painful would light me up and send me screaming over the top--a very useful bit of knowledge! Chad became as adept at reading my body as I was at his. The phrase "Practice Makes Perfect" became our motto. We could barely contain ourselves when an opportunity came up to say "Practice Makes Perfect" in the outside world. We absolutely couldn't be looking at each other as we said that or we'd collapse in laughter and not be able to explain the inside joke. (And I do mean INSIDE--yuk, yuk!) It took us a month to get into having a nice 69 as foreplay. That took some practice too. I was still having thundering orgasms when I'd see, then lick pre-cum from his dick. If I started sucking him before the pre-cum appeared and didn't see it first, I didn't have the same reaction. What we settled on was showering together and letting soapy hands get us hot, then moving to the bedroom. Often, Chad would pick me up and carry me to the bed in the traditional "over the threshold" way, kissing my nipples as he walked. I'd close my eyes as he laid me on the bed and stretched out next to me in position to 69 and began licking me. Without opening my eyes, I'd rub the tip of his cock across my lips and almost always feel that silky pre-cum already beginning to rise. It made me hot as hell, but I (usually) didn't cum then. We were both, by then, getting good at reading signs of an incipient orgasm in the other, and with enough practice we COULD get off at the same time that way, and usually very quickly. I always swallowed his cum, and discovered that I had different reactions to that before and after I came. Leading up to my orgasm, and especially during it, I absolutely craved his hot load in my mouth and swallowed every squirt as it flowed. If I peaked before he did, it was OK but it wasn't as hot. Chad said the same thing about eating me out, especially when my pussy juice was really flowing. When he was good and horny, and especially while he was cuming, he'd suck out and swallow every drop and wish it would never end. As soon as he came, though, it wasn't so much a primal urge anymore. He'd finish me off if I hadn't had mine yet, but more out of politeness. He was always, thank goodness, a very polite fellow! The 69 foreplay became a permanent part of our sex time the rest of our lives. There were a few things we tried and rejected. The book had a whole chapter on anal sex and we explored that. We liked having maybe one finger joint wiggled in our assholes, but it took so much effort to overcome the revulsion at kissing and tonguing there that we only tried it a couple of times before putting it aside. Chad thought my pussy was plenty tight, and said he didn't need the extra squeeze that my asshole might provide. That was fine with me. Likewise bondage didn't do it for us. We didn't like either side of that process, having or yielding power. From the very beginning, we operated on "making us even." You see, we always wanted to be partners in sex. Fucking wasn't just something he did to me--it was something we did to each other! Dene and I notice a change in our language. In the '70s, at least in our circles, girls rarely said 'fuck', even without boys in earshot. Saying it produced either gasps or giggles depending on context. By ourselves, 'fuck' became ordinary and casual. 'Having sex' seemed too indirect and bland. Even if we were talking about sex between the two of us, we were 'fucking each other', rather than having sex. It didn't matter that no dicks were involved! Having the house to ourselves provided endless opportunity for experimenting. We determined to try every position in the book and did! In fact, we went back to the beginning and started over more than once, then made a "position jar" where we'd draw out the position of the day. Our time was often "stolen" from our relatively packed schedules. School didn't end until early June, so that was the biggest impediment. Homework SHOULD have taken our time, but that was often where we stole sex moments--taking afternoons and evenings that used to be spent on school work. Our past work ethic at school had put Dene and me at the head of our class, but we were working on a different kind of learning those last 2 or so months. Dene and I could and did coast. We turned in some sloppy work, clearly below our potential, but mostly got the benefit of the doubt. Our grades were strong enough to weather the storm; we even got scholarships! Chad was a different story. He was exceptionally bright, but had a lot of trouble reading and especially with spelling. In grade school, he got tagged as "slow" and kind of adopted that self-image. Dyslexia wasn't widely studied or accepted as a "real" problem, but that's what Chad's problem really was. If there was any writing involved, it took Chad ages to work through assignments that Dene and I could master in a few minutes. In high school, most of his teachers cut him some slack. Some teachers were on top of learning disabilities, but most just wanted to have their star athlete end up with enough grades to keep playing. He got by with mostly Cs. Jr College, though, wasn't as forgiving, and now his draft status depended on keeping his grades up. He had to be making progress toward graduating on time. His 2nd semester English Comp class was the killer. He had to write half his papers in class AND was marked off for spelling. To top it off, there was a 150 word spelling test that everyone had to pass to get credit for the course. He failed the class. It took a while for the impact to become evident, but it eventually did and it was life-altering. I had earned a full-tuition scholarship to Rice University in Houston, but to my parent's dismay elected to stay home and go to Jr. College with Chad in Corpus Christi. Dene had an athletic scholarship to Indiana University in Bloomington, IN, which might as well have been the end of the earth. There was no practical way at all to see her now, except on major holidays, and even that was a struggle. I had discovered before the end of high school that I enjoyed sex with Dene as much as I did with Chad. That happened accidentally with a kiss intended as a quick peck from a friend. We were shocked when we found ourselves lip-locked, but at my sister's urging, talked it out. "A good hearing is soothing to the soul," some Egyptian Vizier said--and it sure was for Dene and me. We each admitted, with fear and trembling, that because that we liked the kiss it made us (gasp) LESBIANS. Being a lesbian in the early 70s carried a terrible onus. We were scared to death that we might be, or might have just accidentally become those pariahs. Jan assured us that wasn't the case, and in short order, we were naked, in bed and making out like crazy--just like we did with boys. Well, except for the naked part, of course--Dene hadn't let any boy get to third base with her. I hadn't either until Chad and I went from zero to sex fiends in the span of a day. For a week or two we would repeat that first encounter, stripping off, making out and fingering each other to an orgasm. Actually, I usually got off twice with Dene--once when she played with me, and once when I played with her, even when she wasn't touching me. That really puzzled me the first time, but I figured it out the 2nd or 3rd time we were together. I had always loved Dene's bush. She matured early and showed me when it started to grow. It was really thick. If she didn't shave it, it trailed up to her navel and a little higher. It spread all the way across her pelvis and a little way down the inside of her thighs. It kept on going up her butt crack and trailed up to her waistband before thinning out into nothing. She had been keeping it pretty closely cropped because she was on the swim team, so except for how thick it was, it made a fairly normal pattern and kept itself tucked discreetly under her Speedo. As soon as swim season was over at the end of April (it lasted longer than the school swimming schedule--Dene actually went to state level competition in Austin) she let the bush reclaim its territory. The sight of it made me horny, and running my hand and wrist through it when I stroked her clit had the same effect as when I viewed, then licked Chad's pre-cum. I had an orgasm! Even if I'd just had one from Dene's now-expert fingers, I had another one touching her bush. Fetish number 2 revealed!! We'd shied away from giving each other head in those first weeks. I knew Chad seemed to like going down on me, so I thought the odds were I might like eating pussy too. Still, neither one of us had tackled that last little bastion of non-lesbianhood. About week 3 or 4, though, curiosity got the better of us. Chad had passed along a genuine porn magazine he'd scored, and Dene and I, already stripped and showered, were reading it together. Well, OK--LOOKING at it together; there weren't many words. There were girl-guy photo sets, along with two girls and a guy, girls with big tits just posing and one spread of a pair of girls working each other over. Most of the shots involved gaping pussies, swollen clits, and tongues darting in, out and around. "Petey--you wet?" Dene asked. "Yep--you?" "Uh-huh." "You want to try?" (There wasn't any guessing about what Dene meant--she wanted to try oral with me!) "I'm not sure I can eat you, Dene." "Not a problem. I've got a real itch to run my tongue up your twat, lover!" "Well" I said, smiling and rolling over, "c'mon in!" and I spread 'em. Dene didn't dive right in. She got on all fours and straddled me, kissing me gently at first, then with more passion. She moved to my tits and sucked my nipples, already puckered tight I loved her to do that! She let her tits hang down and ran her nipples around my lips, over my chest and tits, then down my thighs and back up. I've mentioned Dene's tits before--they're spectacular! By graduation, she was wearing a D-cup. She was in incredible physical shape, too. She swam 200 and 500 meter freestyle and 200 breast stroke. Her lats and quads were supremely sculpted and there wasn't an ounce of fat on her body, unless you count her tits. She grasped one of those tits now, squeezed it firmly and ran her nipple up and down my slit, circling my clit. It was exquisite--a new height for sensuous delight! She began kissing me again, this time with her chest on my abdomen and her lips descending down my belly and to my bush. She still didn't dive in! She kissed the inside of my right thigh, moving from the inner fold about half-way down to my knee, and then back up. She kissed my left thigh the same way and I began to quiver. Her bush was rubbing against my shoulder, close to my face--my lips. She kissed her way down through my bush and gently stroked my swollen clit with her tongue. Oooooooooooo. This was different than with Chad. They were both absolute delights, but different. I think we'll keep this in our little bag of tricks. Dene moved on down, gliding her tongue up and down my inner lips and circling back around my clit. Each time she circled back up toward my clit, my thighs began quivering and she'd slide back away. Finally, she used her tongue to tightly circle the outer rim of my vag, and at last made good on her desire to "run her tongue up my twat." She tongue-fucked me for what seemed like an hour before finally moving back up to my clit and staying there. WOWEEE! That one rivaled the first orgasm I had with Chad's pre-cum, and that, at least to date, had been the most excellent orgasm anyone in the world could have ever experienced in all of history!!! We're definitely keeping this deal. I finally started breathing normally. Dene pushed herself back up and nestled in beside me, face-to-face and tits-to-tits. She kissed me lightly. "So--was that OK?" She grinned. "Give me 5 more minutes, and I'll show you how it feels." "She did, and I did. I got a little distracted as I slid my cheek down her belly. The formerly shaved areas above her waistband were growing back, but weren't quite soft yet. Longer than stubble but still a little scratchy, her belly hair fascinated me. I spent time caressing it, smoothing it, looking at it. Dene was getting impatient--she nudged the back of my head. I took the hint and went lower. Mmmmm. I laid my cheek over and nestled in her bush. My thighs and belly began to tighten and heat up. I rolled my head to the other side and nestled in with the other cheek, then gently pulled apart her labia and mimicked her tongue-circuits around my inner lips. I reached under her thigh with one arm and slipped two fingers up her very juicy pussy and sucked her clit into my mouth. I pulsed the suction on her clit, pulling it into my lips, then letting it slide out, over and over. Dene groaned. I felt her abdomen beginning to tighten and quiver--a sure sign she was hovering on the edge of an orgasm. She didn't hover long--she let go with a scream, lifting her pelvis into my face and holding my head in place. And thus our incredible love affair went to afterburners! The summer--my time with Chad--felt like it could go on forever. Without even a proposal or ring, we just assumed that as soon as we were out of school, we'd be married and spend our lives together. I had given up my scholarship and switched my Fall Semester enrollment from Rice to our community college so I could stay with Chad, but then, suddenly, Chad was gone. That English class finally caught up with him. He lost his student deferment, and because of his low draft number he was inducted into the US Army about half-way through the semester. While I was grinding through freshman intro classes, Chad, my precious BeeBe, was undergoing basic training at Ft. Bliss, which was the hell and gone across the whole state of Texas. Dene was in classes in Indiana, and I was miserable. I was sure it couldn't get any worse. \--to be continued
Frankie's Story Ch. 03	19,639	4.81	721,747	[ "master", "slave", "necklace", "hotel", "seminar", "cuffs", "sisters" ]	(This story interlocks with each chapter so if you come into this story other than the beginning then you may well scratch your head at some of the comments within this chapter. I've tried to make this a glimpse into the lives and lifestyle of three people. They chose to keep there lives private, isn't it strange how life never lets that happen.) \* Between both the girls and the doctor I was getting updates all through the day. The visit to the doctor resulted in an insane amount of paperwork that Frankie had to wade through so she could make me her next of kin and, of course, give the doctor consent to talk to me. That alone made me smile. I had been talking to him ever since Shannon and I moved into the valley and he knew all about our lifestyle. I even placed Red under Doc Kellerman. But of course, the Doc had to follow the law. Knowing two of your patients are slaves and being able to talk about them to their owner are two very separate issues. After we passed pleasantries with each other he let me know that Frankie's birth control injection was already in and to give it a few days to settle into her system. The doc did mention that, in Frankie's case, although the injection works it may be better to use Norplant when her second injection is due. It would be easier to keep track of her cycles with the traveling she would be doing. Even an accidental pregnancy had to be avoided at all costs. I was already committing incest and having a child out of the relationship worried me greatly. I had to agree with him and set up an appointment to have it dealt with. The reason for Frankie's bleeding was the damage the four did to her when they took turns with her. The doc mentioned that the walls of her rectum showed signs of scaring that the butt plug didn't put there. My reluctance to get Frankie to talk in detail about that evening would now have to be placed squarely on the front burner. The doc did tell me that she would have bled for some time after the four had finished with her. My suspicion that Randy did nothing about seeking medical help for Frankie after that evening and just leaving her body to heal itself was another reason to put Randy onto my drop-shit-from-a-great-height list. The results of the STD and AIDS test wouldn't be ready for awhile yet and it still required regular monthly appointments for the better part of a year. Frankie knew I would ask for that test to be done. She wasn't stupid. The look in her eyes as I placed a condom on last night said enough for me to know she had expected it. \\\\\\\* With shopping complete both girls dropped by my office to show me what they had bought. I also suggested that one of the suits would need to stay in my office in case of emergencies. The discussion that followed made my eyes glaze over as both girls talked about what suit and accessories would need to go with each outfit. Even color of shoes got thrown into the conversation. In the end I sent them both home to decide while I still had some semblance of sanity left. I made to a call to my friend after the girls left who told me that he had exactly what I was looking for and I could even pick them up on the way home. This idea of having a PA was new to me. Add to that the fact she was also my niece and slave added a whole host of problems that I needed to deal with. It felt like the stuttering before it got fully started was going to be interesting. One of those very problems I needed to tackle early on or I may never tackle it at all. I have no doubt this will work with Mrs. Gillins and Frankie's help. It was late afternoon when I pulled up outside the cabin. The smell of dinner was something I was, once again, getting used to. I asked the girls if dinner would be spoilt if we had it a little later. They shook their heads and Red went and turned down the stove. Frankie knelt in front of me and I waited until Red knelt next to her. Finally turning to Frankie, I said. "There are a couple of things I wish to discus with you tonight. You talk of compartmentalizing our lives, which is fine should we be here or you are at your folks, but what about when you are with me as my PA, had you considered that?" Frankie nodded. I simply waited. Frankie said, "We have talked a great deal on this subject yesterday and today, as a matter of fact." It was then I looked at Red as well. I was quietly impressed how much the bond between the two has grown. Throwing another slave into our lives had turned Red's world around just as it had mine. Frankie's steps into our lifestyle were gradual and, with her sister next to her it was putting her at ease, she is finding her inner slave. After Shannon's death we were content to be just us and never even looked for another. With Frankie now part of us and younger than us I was glad that Red was making as much effort to make this work. "At work I am your niece and your PA. Everyone in the company will know that very soon. None of the secretaries believe I got the job because of nepotism since the job never actually existed in the first place." Frankie smiled and her cheeks flushed slightly as she looked towards me. She continued, "As a matter of fact, the ones I have spoken to are relieved that you will have company on your trips away. They all seem to believe that you don't look after yourself when you are away since the death of Aunt Shannon. You are all work returning home looking thinner and tired. They all worry greatly for you. You are well liked there and not just because you are the boss." "With that being said, we believe we have found the formula that will work for us on those trips away. While you are working I am your PA. The title niece will never be mentioned since I assume you will introduce me as your PA and give people my first name. When we are at the hotel or rather within the confines of the hotel room I am your slave. You can, of course, handle it another way." Both the girls had put alot of thought into this. They both smiled as though they had won the state lottery when I nodded in agreement with their idea. Placing my hand into my briefcase I pulled out a small rectangular box and handed it to Frankie. Frankie just looked at the box and then at Red, who nodded at it, mentally telling her to quit stalling and open the damn thing. Both the girls' eyes went as big as saucers when she finally did. "You will place one necklace in the pocket of the suit you have in my office. Since I'm actually in the process of getting a desk for you placed in my office I suppose it may as well be called our office from now on. The other necklace will be worn when we go away. You are to look upon that piece of jewelry as your collar. You know it is; I know it is; we're the only ones who need to know." Both the girls now had the necklaces out of the box and held them up. The chains were identical, the silver chain looked slight but when held closer the thin flexible wire that gracefully wove its way through every link in the chain actually made it very strong. The heart shaped pendant was inscribed with the letter F. When both girls turned them around the letter S was on the back of the pendant. Red instantly spotted the movement when I tried to put my hand back in my briefcase stealthily and smiled. As I pulled my hand out of my case to reveal an identical rectangular box I hear a squeal coming from Red as she launched herself at me was enough to set Frankie off. Now I knew that being smothered by two of the best women I know was worth every cent these gifts cost. All through dinner neither one of them could wipe the smile off their faces holding their necklaces in their hands. They asked if they could wear one for today. Agreeing was easy and both rushed over to me so I could remove each collar and replace it with their necklace. It was Frankie's turn to wash up just as it was Red's turn to clean the table down. As I passed Red I told her that when both were finished I needed to talk to Frankie and she was going to need both of us close at hand when I did so. Red nodded her head in acknowledgment that she had heard and continued her chores. Both found me sitting against the X frame in the play room. My mind still working out just how the hell I was going to get all three of us through this. Both girls waited a moment and then knelt on the mat facing me. I hadn't planned on taking so long to acknowledge their presence. When I did look up at Frankie I could see her anxiety growing. "You know that I talked to Doc Kellerman today." Frankie winced when I said that much. She couldn't have known what I was about to say but that didn't stop her losing some color. "I want to know from start to finish what the four did to you in that dungeon." Red was clearly confused but kept quiet as we both watched Frankie. The silence grew as Frankie continued to fidget on the mat. Finally, Red placed a hand on Frankie's leg startling her so much that she looked directly at Red who simply smiled and nodded her head. Frankie grabbed Red's hand holding it so tight her knuckles where white. In the softest gentlest voice Red said. "Sister, look at the man in front of you and ask yourself this question. Does that man totally own you heart, mind and soul? If you have even the slightest doubt about that then take off your collar and leave now. All that you are is his; all that you think has to be directed towards him; and all that is in your heart you give freely to him. It is the way my sister. Your Master has asked a question. The answer should have left your lips a fraction of a second after your ears heard that question." There was but a short nod from Frankie before she drew breath into her lungs and started speaking. For the next twenty minutes Red and I listened as Frankie told us of that evening. Her voice broke several times. Sometimes it was so difficult to hear her that I had to lean forward until she realized that I was doing so and spoke up again. Her body would go into revolt and Red held onto her as both girls burst into tears. Even when I offered to stop and come back to this conversation at a later date she asked if she could finish. My first instinct was to override her appeal but I didn't and Frankie came to the end of her tale. The pain etched on her face as she recounted even those last few minutes felt like an eternity of pain had been heaped on her. The barrage of questions I had in my head never made it to my mouth as I simply sat and watched my niece clinging to Red as though her very life depended on it. With as calm a voice as I could muster, I said, "Do you want revenge for what Randy did to you?" Frankie violently shook her head her eyes never leaving the mat. "No, through his actions I now have you. My only regret is the damage he did to your body before I could give it to you." Even though it was still early evening, I picked Frankie up and carried her to the bedroom and placed her in the middle. She wanted to protest. I just told her to shut up and then both of us held her very tightly all night long only letting her up to go to the bathroom. So now I knew why she bled that night and, to be honest, I wished I didn't. That poor girl had her heart torn out of her that night. How she found the courage to want to remain in this lifestyle was beyond me. If anything all this just reaffirmed why Shannon, Red and I embraced the lifestyle but refused to be drawn into ever going to meetings. We had each other and as far as we were concerned that was enough. After what Randy allowed to happen that evening Frankie turned to the only person she knew who could never hurt her like that. \\\\\\\* No sooner had we gotten into work then I was down in one of the labs working with one of my senior engineers, Marlon, on one of the projects that seemed to have taken a turn into the weird. Marlon wanted to purge the whole system and start again; the thought of dumping three months' worth of work with a magnet wasn't high on my to-do list. I'm glad to say persistence won the day and the program officially moved from weird to tentatively hopeful. Leaving Marlon to continue I headed back to my office only to stop at the door. Frankie had switched my office around and was already deep in conversation with someone on the phone. The smile she gave me was warm and the sparkle in her eyes told me she was enjoying her new job. Once off the phone, she said, "I grabbed a couple of cute guys as they walked passed your office and they gave me a hand moving things around in here. The atmosphere wasn't conducive to a positive working environment." She had lost me at 'conducive' so I figured shrugging my shoulders before she went into feng shui and other crap that meant I wasn't going to be spending more time in the labs would only be a good thing. Although, I will admit the day sure flew by and with Frankie now acting as interference on the paperwork I sure got a lot more done. On the way home I reminded Frankie that the fitness regime was still in place and Red reinforced that idea when we pulled up outside the cabin. Both the girls came back an hour later, showered, collared up and joined me in the den. The day I had been dreading was moving closer. I wasn't even sure Red had told Frankie about it. "Red when are you heading back to Hollywood?" Frankie's head turned so quickly towards Red I thought she would get whiplash. "Four days Master. The director has gotten the cast together now and my team is already with them working on there fitness." "Then we will do what we can to make your last few days with us as enjoyable as possible." Red blushed and reminded me that the last time I had said that she had to be helped to the car the day after. I laughed and Frankie smiled but I could see she was sad that Red was leaving. True to my word Frankie and I took Red to bed that evening tied her down and proceeded to ruin any chance she had for sleep that night. As fit as Red is, two against one has never been an even match and Frankie had now mastered the art of using a strap-on to great effect. The lack of conversation from Frankie on the way to work the next morning forewarned me of a conversation we were going to have as soon as she could decide when to initiate it. "I have become attached to Red and I will be sad when she leaves. She has taught me so much." "You're Aunt Shannon and I have felt the same when she goes. Red is a free spirit, we know she will settle down one day but no one can decide that other than Red." I saw her eyes were downcast and she was biting her lower lip. The look she finally gave me just seemed to forewarn me of her next statement. Frankie said in a soft almost childlike voice, "You can decide. You are her Master. You can make her stay." As I pulled into my parking spot and switched the engine off. I looked over at Frankie. She looked hopefully back at me. "Remember when I first introduced you to Red I told you I can do anything to her? For many years now she has not had a safe word because she trusts me not to hurt her. Oh, I can abuse that body even beat her to within an inch of her life and she would accept it willingly because she gave me that body. When I look into her eyes I know I only have to ask for her heart and she would rip it from her body and hand it to me." "You see, the real secret behind Red is her free spirit. She loves me with a passion because I allow her the one gift very few Masters would ever allow her, freedom. Red knows that when it is time to join us and our family is once again complete she will give me the gift of her freedom. What she will want in return are babies." I still caught Frankie thinking about our conversation throughout the day. I waited to see what she would do since I had nothing more to add. There was also the organizing she needed to do for next week. Frankie was distracted enough frantically sorting through all the details for our travel for two seminars and four companies I had to visit in the course of six weeks starting a week from today. I did sneak into Mrs Gillins office for a friendly chat. She smiled and told me that Frankie was doing fine. That damn woman could see straight through me. We had a coffee together and I left her alone so that I could go and annoy Marlon and see what he has done with improving the program that came close to costing me a fortune to replace. It was only on the drive home I thought it best to give Frankie a heads up. "You will notice a change in your sister soon. When it happens stay the hell out of the way. If you can't then tell me and I will send you home until Red has gone." "I'm not going to like this, am I?" Most of the day I had been turning it over in my mind, the thought of hitting Frankie sideways with this simply wouldn't be fair. So as I drove I told her what would likely happen regardless of her being there. Frankie was quiet for the rest of the journey, only when we came to a stop outside the cabin did she tell me that she would do as I asked when I asked her to. Then she got out of the car got changed and went for her afternoon exercise with Red. The signs were there. Her eyes gave her away. The conflict within Red was building. She hated leaving and the more she stayed the harder it was becoming for her to leave. At best I figured on Red lasting a year maybe two before she sells her company and comes to live with us here permanently. With Shannon's death hitting us both as hard as it did she was looking more at the cabin being her home. Red had often talked about the craziness of Hollywood and hated the lifestyle there which was why she would leave almost everything at a drop of a hat to come back here if only for a few days. I had already made some arrangements for Red to start her own fitness business in town. I even smiled when I mentally heard her telling me that she would, of course, fund it with her own money and I would let her. Just as she knew I would always be protective of her. The emotional bond between us was so strong but evenings like these truly tested the bond to their limits. The girls had showered and only Frankie came back collared. Frankie would continually look to Red. "Red you have forgotten your collar." "No." I turned to look at both of them. Frankie instantly dropped to her knees but Red stood proud and ready for an argument. Our eyes locked on to each other. "Slave you will put your collar on and perhaps now would be a good time to do it." "I refuse." Her mannerisms said one thing but her eyes said another. This was going against everything she believed in. We both knew what she was doing. Hell, I had even given Frankie a heads up that it was going to happen. I covered the distance between us so quickly that Red took a step back in shock and yelped when I grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her head back simply reinforced my next words. "Twice you have refused, do you wish to make it a third?" Her words stuck in her throat. Her eyes telling me it was taking an extraordinary amount of willpower to say what she was about to say next. "I will not collar up." She gritted through her teeth. The sound of my slap across her tits punctuated the last word that left her lips. Forcing her onto all fours and dragging her across the day room into the play room; lifting her off the floor; dropping her onto the X frame; locking her in as she kicked and screamed at me. She screamed those same words over and over again as though they were the only words her mind knew. "I don't want to... I don't want to..." The ball gag put a stop to the ringing in my ears and the endless repeat of those same words. Once I moved the frame into position I gave her twenty whacks with a paddle she still screamed and kicked out as best she could so she got another twenty with a cane. By now the welts on her body clearly showed. Her ass got another ten before her screams had turned to tears. The cuffs, although padded, had torn into her wrists and ankles as Red tried everything she could to lash out. I could have stopped it all there but she had got three chances. Pulling the cuffs off and lifting her by her waist off of the frame; walking her back into the day room; and dropping her once again at the spot she had refused my orders. I went into the bedroom retrieved her collar folded it in two and swiped her ass and the back of her thighs with it another ten times before I dropped it next to her head. "Put it on or I will dump your sorry ass out on the porch and you can sleep there tonight." For a moment nothing happened other than the heartbreaking sobs from both Red and Frankie. Slowly Red's arm moved and her hand held her collar. She breathed in deep and agonizingly slowly she pulled herself onto her knees and winced when the welts on the backs of her legs and ass touched. She placed the collar around her neck. It slipped from her grasp, slid over her tits and fell onto her lap where upon Red burst into tears again. I looked towards Frankie. She was sat in horror at the scene played out in front of her though she somehow sensed I was watching her and looked towards me. I nodded towards the fallen collar. Once she understood what I was asking of her she nodded and haltingly picked it up; rose up from her position; stood behind Red; and attached it before she removed the ball gag. Looking once again at Frankie I told her to help her sister to the spare room, get the cream from the play room and put it on her. Frankie found me on the porch over an hour later and knelt next to me, her side and arm touching my leg as she looked out over the valley. "You scared me. If you had not warned me that this was going to happen you would have terrified me. So many questions rush at me from every angle yet all I seem able to ask is, why?" "Do you remember the day you came to this cabin and walked outside to the hot tub and found you're Aunt? Do you remember the reason she gave you for the bruises on her and why they were so special to her?" Frankie thought for a moment and then said, "She said each day she watches them fade on her body and she smiles because you are one day closer to coming home." "You must also remember that although you both have the title of slave you are both individuals within that context. Red wanted those bruises so that when she leaves she can smile knowing that as they fade she is one day closer to returning here." "Nothing is always as it seems, is it Master?" Even I had to smile at that and agree with her. "Tell me this, what did you hear Red screaming at me when I had her in the play room?" As Frankie's memories played that scene in her mind once again, the emotions overwhelmed her and her whole body shook for a moment. "She kept repeating the same words over and over. 'I don't want to". It was time to leave Frankie to her thoughts. She had grown close to Red; learned a great deal about Red and me; even witnessed the outburst as I had predicted it. Yet even with all that I had said and she had seen it still took Frankie a few minutes to realize. She gasped and looked up at me, to see me smiling back at her. "She kept saying, 'I don't want to'. My sister wasn't refusing to wear her collar she wanted to say 'I don't want to leave' yet something inside her will not let her say those words." Nodding my head and agreeing with her was all I was willing to do on the subject. But now I had to do something that I hadn't told Frankie about. "Although she has not told us, Red plans to leave in the morning when we are at work. She hates goodbyes with a passion she is also breaking with her usual pattern and I believe it's this new film project that has accelerated her schedule. I usually make her rest one night and make love to her the night before she leaves. We both know that if I did that she would be in more discomfort than she is now and I won't allow that." Frankie looked at me she knew what I was asking but it still it had to be said before she would do it. "You will spend the night with your sister. You will take nothing from the play room. You have everything on and in you to give her a memorable night. Good night slave." For such a long time we simply looked at each other then she smiled, nodded her head and stood. Frankie caught me off guard a little when she bent down and kissed me on the lips. Said goodnight and walked into the cabin. The pleasurable moans that emanated out of Frankie's old room told me enough, I went to bed and slept only waking when a screaming orgasm ripped through the cabin then I just smiled and turned over. The morning alarm woke me with both girls on either side of me. It was something I didn't expect but it was a nice way to say 'thank you' I thought. I had my old Red back as we talked over breakfast, her bag by the door leaving us in no doubt that my reasoning was correct. It was a tearful farewell for the girls I simply told her to hurry home and held her as tight as her bruises would allow. It was the quietist Frankie had ever been on our journey into work but the one thing I had noticed was that she treated those journeys as a mix of slave time and work time when it came to topics we discussed. "I like your version of sharing me a great deal better than I did Randy's. Thank you." "You're welcome." Marlon was waiting at the entrance for me so I waved goodbye to Frankie as we headed for the labs. It was only when Marlon mentioned that it was home time I realized we had been here all day and not even had lunch. The frustration between us over this damn program was becoming increasingly obvious. Frankie and I were due to leave the day after tomorrow and the fate of this program had to be decided on before I left. The thought of pouring more money into a program as unstable as this was not going to happen unless a miracle happens. On the journey home Frankie talked about schedules and cities, even half days off here and a day off there. I'm almost sure I heard the word rodeo in there somewhere but I let it slip thinking she was testing me to see if I was paying attention. It was only when we got home and she headed into the cabin to change into her running gear that I stopped her and asked her when she had last spoken to her folks. The pause as she searched for the answer told me what my next statement was going to be. "I had spoken to mom once three days ago." "Get back in the car and go see them now. You're going to be away for over a month. Phone ahead and if your going to be late for dinner then offer to take them out to dinner. You have the company card and I know about it so it's authorized." The mixed emotions that crossed her face were fun to watch and keeping a straight face as I watched wasn't too easy either. Finally she shrugged her shoulder and hugged me before she left. I settled down in my den to a warmed up pizza and a soda, watched the Monday night game for awhile and then sorted through some bills before heading to bed. The great life I have makes me giddy sometimes. Even as deep a sleep as I was in the warm sensation between my legs slowly woke me I realized that Frankie was home. When I was hard enough and she herself knew I was awake the covers ended up on the floor and with the thousand watt smile she has she climbed over me and slid me into her hot wetness. Even faced with this scene of loveliness in front of me I just had to ask. "Who gave you permission to do what you are doing?" That smile didn't budge as she moved up and down on the iron rod inside her. She even pulled my hands away from my side and squashed them against her tits. The slow groan that emanated from her leaving no doubt that she was enjoying herself. "Slave manual rule one. Keep your Master happy and empty at all times. You have been concentrating on Red and me these last few days. Red has gone and it's now left to this slave to drain you. I know that Doc Kellerman is now my doctor but I had already started to have the tests for STD and AIDS a week after the airtight experiment I got from the four. I was tested once more before I came to you. This is my seventh month now and as of yesterday's phone call to my old doctor I am still clean." The little giggle I got next was from a Frankie I knew only too well, mischief was in the making. "So my Master, does this slave get the fucking she needs after girl sex last night or do you wish her in the play room to pay for her insolence?" Stupid question really. \\\\\\\* I must say there is something to be said for other people doing my work schedules. Left to me I would have just flown down to Houston, picked a hotel and got on with it. Frankie made us go business class. When I frowned she told me she was the PA and since this was business that's exactly how we are going to travel in future. She then pointed out that I really didn't have any idea what was tax deductible, did I? Mumbling under my breath that I liked her better as a slave she pulled her blouse down slightly to show her chain and pendant and smiled. Then whispered in my ear 'all in good time Master' before she went back into PA mode once again. The hotel proved to be another surprise and another insight into the way Frankie thought things through. I had never been to the Centurion Hotel before and mentioned it when we picked up the hire car. Frankie smiled and said that she had done her research before she had booked us in. It was the smile that gave away her mischief so I left it at that and when we went to our rooms I could see how the rest of my business trip was going to go. No sooner was I in my room and my bag on the floor than the knock on the door between both rooms could be heard. Her research was for hotels with inter connecting doors. Once opened, she went back to putting her clothes away before she pulled her bed covers off and spent a few moments making it look like she had slept in it before coming into mine. "Dinner is in an hour I have declined the turn down service for both rooms so my bed looks good for tomorrow and I will sort out my bathroom in the morning." It was then that Frankie sat her briefcase on my table and started putting files down and for the next half an hour we went through the itinerary for tomorrow, who I was in conference with along with some biographies. I must say Frankie kept surprising me with all this and as the hours past I was growing more comfortable. I was also getting used to her work methods. The meeting the next morning with Adrian Munro was just as interesting. I introduced Frankie as my PA and stood watching his tongue fall out. She was polite and pretended not to notice. In retaliation he called his secretary into his office with us and we all sat down and talked business. When it got to mid-day Frankie and Donna disappeared for half an hour and came back with drinks and pizza. The meeting was put on hold for lunch as we all bragged and blustered our way through each argument that was put forward on every topic known to man, a secretary and a PA. Frankie and I left Adrian's office that evening with the biggest order I have ever had from him. It seems my niece was becoming indispensable. "Adrian is doing Donna." "Yes I know. They have been an item since his wife passed away over three years ago." "You know what I'm going to say next then." "I should imagine Donna wanted to know if you were doing me." We both laughed as I turned Frankie around so I could wash her back. The urge to ask her what her answer was and the certainty that it would have been a denial kept me from asking. This fledgling relationship of our own was still too fragile for Frankie to ever share its secrets with anyone other than Red. My soapy hands once again passed over her upper back. Her tattoo no longer pulled at my heart like it did that day she first showed it to me. But it did make me realize the closely knit group of people that did share our secret and all three of us were content with that. I could read Frankie better now. Small things like throwing me a towel rather than handing it to me; leaving the bathroom before I did; even spending time in her room getting things from her case for the morning even though that could be done in the morning. Like I said small things but small things add up to bigger things and in her own way Frankie was telling me she had a need. It was simply time to answer that need. By her own admission my room was the equivalent of the cabin. So, when she sat on the bed next to me I simply grabbed her and pulled her over my knee and gave her ass and thighs twenty swipes with my hand. She squealed, she wriggled and when I finished I picked her up and bent her over the back of the couch. That's when she moaned and relaxed as my fingers delved into her hair and pulled her head back as my cock buried itself into her soaked pussy. Her arms came behind her and she locked her wrists together on the small of her back. Traveling with a set of handcuffs in our luggage would mean answering too many questions if a random security search ever happened. So, I simply held her wrists in that position and got more forceful with my thrusts. As Frankie's orgasm closed in on her the soft moans soon became begging. I refused to answer her. Less than a minute later her voice became even more anxious. "Please my Master... Please let me cum for you." I pounded into her for about ten more seconds and then agreed just as I pushed into her one more time and came deep inside her. Frankie's head rose and the moan that escaped her lips just seemed to make me even harder, her cunt muscles clung to me and her whole body shook. I let her wrists go and her arms flopped over the couch at the same time I let her hair go. With my cock now showing signs of going limp I pulled out of her to the sounds of Frankie wheezing and groaning. Lifting Frankie away from the couch and keeping her upright long enough for me to gather her into my arms and carry her back to the bed was interesting but I managed. She thanked me when I let her go. That thousand watt smile still brightened up the room as I cuddled her. Her arms came around me and we kissed for awhile before I noticed she was having trouble staying awake so I let her sleep while I turned out the lights and watched the ceiling thinking that this all should feel strange to me. Yet with this sweet smelling sweat soaked cum leaking slave next to me it actually felt so natural. After a moment she gently moaned and moved slightly, her left breast now exposed to me, the nipple still slightly erect from the remnants of her orgasm. The necklace chain caught the ambient light of the room and reflected the pendant so clearly. Even the letter F stood proud on her chest. \\\\\\\* We landed in Atlanta the next day and I left Frankie to sort out the car rental while I got the bags. This was a week's worth of seminars and not my favorite thing to do with my life. The two rooms and inter connecting doors was going to be a feature in our lives on the road. Since Frankie couldn't find any in the hotel that was scheduled for the seminars she booked us in to the Dellcourt Hotel a mile down the road. That was her job and also her wish as well as mine so I left her to deal with details like that. I did find out later the next day at the seminar that the concierge gently talked to Frankie and expressed concern that my reservation was cancelled. She told me that she was polite and simply stated that although I was one of the speakers I wanted to attend the seminars but not deal to intensely with the meet-and-greet events of the evenings. Word came down later from the manager that next year the penthouse suit would be made available. Frankie influence in these negotiations seems to be growing. Of course, the side effect of someone like Frankie on the team meant the pussy hounds looked on her as fresh meat. Although I trusted her implicitly I simply didn't trust the pussy hounds add to the equation that she is not only my niece but also my slave so therefore my property and that is indeed a volatile mix. Trouble started in the guise of a man named Charles Winston. We had been in Atlanta for two days now and although I went to some of the seminars I left lists of things for Frankie to do while I was busy. It was the afternoon of the second day that she had that look about her; she tried to keep busy but kept looking at me. I rose from my seat and stood beside her and asked what was wrong when she said she may have a problem. All thought of listening to the seminar disappeared. I simply looked at her and told her to go to the bar and I would see her there in a few minutes. She nodded, looked towards the top end of the room and instinctively I followed her line of sight. Charles Winston was watching everything. Gathering my things and saying goodbye to the people I was with took slightly longer than I had anticipated. I found Charles sat with Frankie at the bar by the time I got there. He sure was a fast worker I gave him that. Frankie stood as I approached and tried to excuse herself. It was then that Charles placed his hand on her. It was plain to see that Frankie was pissed and the exchanges between them were rather animated. I was still too far away from them to make my presence known to him. It didn't stop me from taking my phone out of my pocket and taking pictures of all this. In frustration, Frankie yanked her arm away from Charles and screamed, "Take your fucking hands off me you creep." Everyone in the bar looked over and Charles just smiled, got up and left. Hotel security got to Frankie seconds before I had and I had alot of explaining to do. Thank goodness Frankie remembered her training and kept her mouth shut as I explained to security it was all a misunderstanding. She agreed with everything I said and security was left to just shake there heads and walk away wondering just like Frankie, 'What the hell was I up to?' Her silence on the way back to the hotel and in the elevator simply reinforced my first instinct. I had to tell Frankie what I was going to do about it and as soon as we got back to our room. To do so outside would make our business known to others and this was our business, not theirs. Even when I closed my door and Frankie came through the connecting door already in the process of taking her clothes off, her voice etched with so much pain said, "Please my Master. Please let me shower alone, this body has been sullied and I must clean it for you before you can once again own it." The sadness in her eyes was unnecessary. To me she had done nothing wrong but I also knew this was something she felt in her heart she must do. I nodded in agreement and watched as she stood and slowly walked into her own room to shower. I suppose in her mind she wouldn't bring the dirt of his touch to my bathroom. Sighing to myself I set up my laptop downloaded the pictures and searched for a number on my phone. "Mitchell Harper." "Hey Mitch, It's Jack." The pause as he mentally joined the sound of my voice to the one name I gave him was barely a second. "Hey Jack, I wasn't expecting this call. I thought you were at that seminar over in Atlanta?" "I am. Mitch, are you near your computer?" The sound of him typing something and then a pause as he told me he was into his own account took a few moments. I sent him the pictures and waited. Mitch typed something and then silently mumbled 'the son of a bitch'. It was left to me to tell him that Charles had decided to make my PA his pet project for the length of the seminar. One of the pictures could clearly see Frankie's anger as she shouted at him to take his hands off her. "Dammit Jack I'm sorry about this. You have my word it will be dealt with tonight and Jack, again I'm sorry. We will talk again in three weeks when you two get here. I've personally spoken to Francine as the arrangements for your visit were finalized. It's good to put a face to a voice I just wish it was under better circumstances." "So do I my friend, so do I." We wished each other a goodnight and parted still friends. Frankie came into my room a few minutes later still looking worried. I think the thing that pissed me off the most was that she felt I had to once again reclaim something that was given to me and we both knew what she expected that would entail and that's the part that pissed me off the most. It's not for someone else to tell me how to treat both my girls yet by his actions I was now being forced to do just that. Frankie came back into the room pausing for a moment at the door. She took a deep breath and then came to me, stopping just in front of me her head bowed. "You understand this is not necessary. You have done nothing wrong and I have taken care of everything." Her head slowly came up to meet my gaze her eyes ready to tear up. "That man placed his hands on me in a manner that could lead people to believe I was his. I'm not his I am yours." Her cheeks flushed as her memory of the incident at the bar came back to haunt her. "Please, my Master, take this slaves ass and once again let this slave know she is owned and forgiven for unwittingly placing you in this position." "You know you will bleed if I agree to this?" Frankie once again nodded her head; her whole body seemed to shudder slightly before she once again took control of herself. "I have pads with me. With your permission I will wear panties for the time that I bleed." I knew I could stop this in an instant and possibly give her some other form of punishment even though she had done nothing to deserve it. But, I was beginning to understand Frankie's thinking now. She was constantly telling herself she was being tested and in her mind she couldn't allow herself to fail me. I truly think we were heading for one of those talks but we needed to do it back at the cabin and not on the road. Charles Winston interfered with my life that evening. He took it upon himself to glue himself to Frankie and in return she felt this was a test she could not fail. The pause in the conversation must have made it feel like it was time. Frankie simply got onto the bed and onto all fours and waited. I joined her moments later. The first slap of her ass sent her forward on the bed momentarily, she quickly placed herself back into position and waited, the second and third slap were aimed at each ass cheek. It was then a gentle moan escaped her lips that grew louder as I cupped her pussy. "This cunt is wet slave." Instinctively she tried to raise her pussy and push it deeper into my hand. As two fingers entered her pussy muscles seemed to try to pull me deeper into her. My finger took on a seesaw motion as I pulled juices out of her pussy and ran both fingers over her clit; she gasped and tried even harder to keep still. In Frankie's mind I had to punish her and that meant to take pleasure using this body and to not give pleasure in return. As strong willed as Frankie was I knew she needed the pain to cleanse herself of his touch. Using her pussy as little more than a cum pool I scooped two fingers worth of her juices and pushed it deep into her ass; twisting my fingers around the rim of her anus as I did so. Her flower slowly opened up for me. The willpower that was holding Frankie so still amazed me; not once did she cry out; not once did she scream. Finally satisfied with her flower now so open to me I adjusted my position and entered her. The bulbous head of my cock slowly disappeared aided by her juices that leak so heavily from her pussy. Several times her body would stiffen and just as quickly relax again. A whimper and then tears would be heard as more of me invaded her ass; pushing the inner walls apart; and stretching at the scars from past invasions. Even as we settled on a rhythm she would still force herself back on me. The slapping sound as our bodies met concealing her own gentle moans. As much as she would try and deny her body and tell it that this was a punishment she had to endure her body refused to listen. The sensual meeting of cock and ass sending untold pleasure codes to her brain forcing her to submit to its pleasure despite the reason for my cock's presence in her ass. This erotic joining was too much for us both. My own climax was near. Instinct forcing me to place my arm under her and with one final thrust I lifted her adjusting her position one more time. My cum shot deep within her causing her to fight her own approaching orgasm with grit and determination. To her, this was a punishment she was to endure. Her own orgasm to her mind would mean she had lost and Charles had won. That thought alone kept her orgasm at bay long enough for her to deal with it in a fitting way. Yes, there was pleasure to be had from this whole episode but not at the expense of knowing she was here to be punished for not keeping Charles at arms length and telling her Master sooner. No sooner had I pulled out from Frankie's ass she excused herself and returned to her own room. The shower started up almost immediately. I showered and expected Frankie to join me. I found her on her knees in the bathroom waiting for me to finish. When I asked her why she hadn't joined me she told me that she didn't want to get her panties and pad wet. I thought it best not to push to hard for the truth this time around. \\\\\\\* We had no sooner queued up once again gain entrance to the seminar when a young lady approached. She looked familiar yet for the moment I couldn't place her. To emphasize her point she stood in front of us and smiled. "Mr. McManus, my father sends his warmest regards." She then looked towards Frankie. "Francine, my father sends his apologies and hopes that the incident last night with Mr. Winston does not leave you with a bad impression of our company. Mr. Winston does not reflect the policy of the company. My father has gone to great lengths to make our company family orientated and since Mr. Winston's disgraceful behavior last night we have removed him from the seminar." All three of us left the line and walked over to one of the restaurants. As we walked the young lady finally introduced herself and only then did I recognize her from the many photos Mitchell Harper has on his desk and around his office of various members of his family. Samantha Harper was her father's troubleshooter. The stories that circulated about Miss Harper told of her being a no nonsense bitch. It helped that I did my own research when Mitchell Harper's people came to me with a request for help on a computer design flaw. Someone who owns a company the size of Mitchell Harper's doesn't come to small fish like me without a reason and I needed to know what that was before I got too involved with him. Samantha stood out amongst her family, graduated a first at MIT's School of Engineering yet she never took up a post in her chosen field. Instead she became her father's trouble shooter and her reputation grew with each year. When she turned up people crap themselves and run for cover. When the coffees arrived Frankie turned to Samantha and said, "Miss Harper, what has happened to Charles Winston?" For a moment it looked like Samantha was going to lie. The pause was momentary but it was there. Finally she smiled and said. "Normally we do not discus personnel matters outside of the company. However my father has made it clear that he wishes total honesty with you on this matter." Samantha looked at me as she spoke. When Mitchell Harper put the phone down on me he called his daughter along with two of the company security team they flew down in the company jet and walked into Charles Winston's room. He was in the middle of entertaining a woman who wasn't his wife at the time. The woman was asked to leave and Charles was relieved of his computer and credit cards as well as his swipe card for his office before he was escorted out of the hotel and back onto the company jet bound for home to answer some questions from her father. "So how long do we have the pleasure of your company Miss Harper?" I asked. "Please, Samantha is fine. I'm Charles's replacement for the rest of the seminar so we will know doubt bump into one another at sometime this week. In fact, how about both of you joining me for dinner tonight as my guests and the only friends I have here. So, please accept or I will be stuck in my room watching paint dry all evening and you wouldn't wish that on a lady would you?" We all laughed at the picture she painted. Samantha Harper was a head turner and a poster girl for babe-of-the-year. There is no way she would sit in her room alone all night. She would only need to drop a tissue on the floor and anyone with a pulse and under the age of dead would rush to pick it up for her. But we accepted her invite to dinner and then all moved, once again, to join the line of people heading to the seminar. One thing I did notice during the day was that when I sent Frankie on jobs she did so with a spring in her step once again. The whole episode with Charles Winston was, in her mind, now closed. As for me, I had my doubts. Something in Samantha Harper's statement didn't ring true and I just couldn't put my finger on what that was. Both of us spotted Samantha at odd times during the day. The pussy hounds made a bee line for her until they found out who she was and then beat a hasty retreat. The seminar organizers were euphoric that Mitchell Harpers daughter was amongst the guests and fawned over her as well. Frankie and I simply smiled and waved on occasions and left her to it. She could handle herself. We did catch up to her or rather she seemed to be waiting for us as the seminar finished and everyone made a rush for the exit or the bar. She took up position one side of me as Frankie walked the other side. The pervert in me did smile to myself and wished I had a picture of this moment. "How on earth do you manage a whole week of this?" Both of us laughed at her obvious relief that the day was finally over. "In your case I would suggest flat shoes and business suits. In my case it's stamina. As for Francine, she gets to sneak out and hide for hours at a time while I'm left to endure the mundane gossip amongst the technical stuff I came here for." As we parted company, she said she has some shopping to do and a soak in a bath before dinner. We confirmed the time and left. The drive back to our hotel was all talk about some of the speeches that day so we didn't get any us time until our journey back to join Samantha for dinner. It was Frankie that finally put into words what I had been thinking since we had met Samantha. "You don't trust her do you?" It was a fair question and I answered it the best way I knew how. On the journey I told her all I knew of Samantha and the reputations that followed her. I hastened to add that I never put much stock in gossip and I even admitted that today was the first time I had ever met her. Yet in the next breathe I did mention that I knew of at least three guys who were just as qualified to attend this seminar on behalf of her company and admitted two were married but one I knew was still single. Yet it was Samantha who came here to clean up the mess left by Charles Winston and stayed on to take up the slack left by Charles's departure. Samantha was way too high up in Harper Industry's hierarchy to be coming to such a seminar. It simply felt wrong. I was looking at this puzzle and too many pieces just didn't fit. Maybe they would before the end of the seminar, but I strongly doubted it. The dinner was great and Samantha was the perfect host keeping up a steady stream of little stories and embarrassing moment she has had in her career. It was only when we were away from the restaurant and sat drinking coffee that Samantha gave herself away. "That's an interesting necklace you have there." Frankie stiffened slightly but very quickly regrouped. "Thank you." We had never discussed others seeing her necklace and to be honest I never see a reason to. The necklace was designed in such a way that it could well be looked at as a high class piece of fashion jewelry. It was only when you either took a very close look or know of its background and the person wearing it that you understood its true nature. Samantha watched Frankie's reaction. Before I could intervene Samantha leaned closer, her hand outstretched and said. "I don't wish to make it look like I'm staring at your chest. Perhaps if you took it off so I could take a closer look at it." Frankie smiled and gently shook her head. "This necklace has brought me good luck so I'm not taking it off. By all means look at my chest as long as you choose to but my necklace stays on." I sat watching this duel between these two women with interest. They clearly had the measure of each other that was for sure. Samantha simply smiled once more leaned back into the chair and resumed her story telling for another ten minutes before we all agreed it had been a long day and it was time for us all to head for bed. It was only when we all approached the reception desk that Samantha Harper gave us both her final parting shot. "You seemed to have broken with tradition on this trip Jack. I asked reception what room you were in earlier and they told me you weren't registered at the hotel for this seminar." She was smooth about it I had to give her that. "That's because I leave all my travel arrangements to my PA from now on. It seems to run smoother than the 'turn up and beg for a room approach' I used to use when I was doing all my own travel arrangements." The smile and nod of her head didn't fool any one of us. We hugged and wished her a good sleep and I drove us back to the hotel. "When daddy dies, who gets the company?" When I looked at Frankie she was simply staring at me waiting for my answer. "The answer to that would depend on who you talked to. The main consensus is that Mitchell Harper has been grooming Samantha to take over complete control since she hit puberty. She has one older brother who is happy working for the company but doesn't want boardroom access. He is happy being one of many. The two younger sisters are the same; one is a happy housewife and the other is still working her way through collage." Frankie paused for a moment while she listened to what I said and then digested it. Her last statement on that topic for the evening came as we pulled up outside our hotel. "She is hiding something. She is on a fishing expedition at the moment which would explain why she's here instead of one of the three other choices you thought could have turned up." Of that we were both in agreement. \\\\\\\* Throughout the rest of the week we bumped into Samantha from time to time. She had taken my advice and bought flat shoes and business suits. She still looked hot even dressed like that. Frankie admitted to both seeing and talking to her whilst she was away from me making her arrangements or sorting requests from me. My speech at the seminar was in conference room three at one o'clock. The place was well over three quarters full which surprised me since most of those that attended these seminars always seemed to take rather long lunches coupled with a nap to sleep off the liquid refreshment. Samantha was in the front row made some notes and listened intently during the question and answer session of my speech which alone lasted almost an hour. It was unprecedented for a seminar which confused me as well. We caught up with Samantha once more before the end of the seminar. Dinner was on me this time and she was the perfect guest. Not once did she push the conversation in any way other than keeping all three of us entertained. We hugged once again and she said she looked forward to seeing us both when it was time for me to visit her father. When I said that depended on whether or not her father will send her to put out another fire somewhere. Her face seemed to harden slightly before she smiled and said that she would make sure she was around. Even as we packed and headed for the airport Frankie and I concluded that Samantha was an enigma. It was obvious that she had an agenda yet neither of us could work out what it was. Between work, business meetings and travel Samantha Harper became a distant memory over the next two weeks. I got a call from Mitchell Harper's secretary three days before we were due in Salt Lake City. It went from odd to downright weird in the space of one phone call. Frankie and I had earmarked two days with Harper Industries; most of my time there was simply a courtesy call with a quick run down on two programs that I thought may help his company although they were still in there early stages of development. They were showing signs of increasing performance by five percent. Now I was being asked to tag another two days on the end of that trip no less. But fate intervenes in many things. For the first hour of every morning either before or after breakfast depending on the time zone I'm in I always call the heads of every department for updates on projects. Yet, it was Marlon that told me that Mrs Gillins had been in a car accident the evening before. He made the mistake of not telling me as soon as he found out about it. Frankie immediately contacted the airport and sorted out the return trip and I went into shout mode when I found out from not only Marlon but the rest of my department heads knew last night. I called Mitchell Harper's secretary as soon as I put the phone down and cancelled his visit due to a family emergency and, as far as I was concerned, that was what it was. She was family in my eyes and some were going to be brought to task over their neglecting to pass the information to me. We got to see her later that evening. She looked like she had been pushed off a bus and run over by a herd of cows on their way pass. But, other than that, she told us she was fine and her car took the brunt of the damage. She was ordered to stay in hospital for the rest of the week and I flat out agreed with the doctors. The conversation of a home nurse was passed around and the evil glare I got from her in return left me with no doubt that that wouldn't be necessary. As her last remark on the subject was that it was bad enough being stuck with nurses for another four days without having one in her house as well. It did seem pointless trying to push my luck with her. My next ports-of-call was my department heads. Frankie knew what I had planned and smiled when I told her. She said that she never wanted to make me mad... ever. When they all filed in I ripped into all of them. I then told them all that the reason I go to these seminars is because I prefer them to be hands-on with all the projects we were dealing with. But since none of them could be trusted any longer to keep me informed about anything other than what's in front of there noses I'm staying here from now on and I put them all on the roster for the next six seminars we had that year. The shouting matches that followed were so much fun. More so when Frankie came into the meeting room and handed each of them travel plans and itineraries for each of their seminars in the coming months. Two of them even had speeches to give. The resignation threats were handed out and acceptance on my part made them all stop and think about it for a moment. "You're not only department heads but you're my eyes and ears as well while I'm away. We are a small operation here and I don't employ people to sit here all day and fill me in on what's going on. I rely on you guys for that and since you chose not do that I'm staying here and you're all going to do my job. Give your wives the heads up and inform them why it's happening because if I get an irate wife on my phone I won't sugar coat the truth." The next few months saw me follow through with my threat and each department head came back regretting not informing me of what was going on while I was away. Frankie now had her job down pat and many of the staff went to her first and keeping me free to get on with not only covering for the department head that was away but keeping an eye on Mrs Gillins as well. She wasn't happy about me doing it but had little room to maneuver on the topic. \\\\\\\* "I seem to have been neglecting you." Frankie smiled and she crawled onto my lap. "You forget Master I work with you and know what you're putting yourself under. I know my fun time will come and I look forward to it when it does." It was now I pulled out my trump card. "Well you won't have to wait long; Red has a week off from filming. So, guess where she plans to take her vacation time?" She squealed and hugged me tighter before asking so many questions I had to tell her to stop. I then let her know that Red should be here late tomorrow afternoon while we are both at work. I also planned to take a few days off. More to see if my department heads really did get the message or do I need I repeat the lesson. The smile that lit up her face as I placed the thick leather collar onto the bed simply got wider as she took her usual collar off and gently placed it on the cabinet by the bed so I could replace it with this one. Frankie lay down and closed her eyes. Her cheeks flushed a beautiful red color as she heard the click of the ties now connecting her to the bed. She tried so hard to control her breathing and inwardly I smiled. Frankie's own excitement clashed with her nervousness. "These last few weeks you have been greatly tested so tonight I'm going to give you a treat my dear sweet slave but before I do I wish to give you one more choice. Ball gag or no ball gag?" Frankie's chin arched, exposing her neck to me. Her veins stood proud and her whole body just glowed. "I choose no ball gag my Master because it would deny you a hole in this body for you to use." Even I had to pause for a moment and look towards her; something was different about her tonight. Frankie's body had an air of anticipation about it. It was then I realized something. "You have been talking to your sister." Again she smiled. She had been found out so it was a waste of time doing anything but admitting it. "My Master you did not say I could not talk to my sister." "You are sisters, why would I refuse you something like that?" It should come as no surprise since Shannon and Red spoke daily so it stood to reason that Red would continue to talk to her sister even though that was now Frankie. "Then you know this is going to hurt and you still refuse a ball gag?" "If you choose to hurt me Master then who is this slave to deny you the right to do so?" Even as we talked, even as she uttered those words to me as a slave would to her Master. Frankie knew what I was asking of her. Red had told her everything just as a sister would and should. By now Frankie had opened her legs as far apart as I had ever seen her do so. She knew what I was going to do and she didn't even flinch. She just opened her body to me accepting what it was I was going to do. Frankie's own imagination was now in overdrive thinking of the whispered secrets that pass from one sister to another. Those shared thoughts and dreams; those pains and pleasures that were tumbling through her mind assaulting her senses causing her own body to process those same thoughts and instructions and feel her own body act upon them and in return to feed her mind to force sensory overload. Devour every pain and pleasure of that evening and send it back up the synapses so both mind and body can join and be as one. Finally placing ankle cuffs on her only added to her senses being pushed to their limit. Her arms instinctively lifted and rested above her head and the wrist cuffs snapped shut with a finality that said more than any words ever could. Her eyes locked on the blindfold that twirled around my finger. Frankie tried to smile and failed. We were entering a new world for Frankie. I have never blindfolded her before. I thought I was going to have to spend time exciting her but it seems her own imagination and body had done that for me. The wet patch under her ass was a clear sign of that her pussy lips already bloated and her juices freely leaking from her exposed pussy. I took care when I pushed the biggest vibrator I had into her pussy. Frankie's body gave me the signals I needed when she had enough in her that I paused to give her time for her body to adjust. We had all evening so I didn't mind taking my time. She sighed and the triumphant smile came back. Her pussy lips were clearly stretched to there limit around the vibrator. With a small wriggle of her hips Frankie then thanked me for being patient with her. I was sure glad I had blindfolded her so she couldn't see me shake my head and smiling. Setting the vibrator on low for now I went back to watching and waiting. With a huge vibrator in her and her lips now acting as a seal, the juices from her pussy had all but ceased so I needed to be quicker than I wanted to be. Frankie's ass was a no go zone for me since the four had done so much damage to it and, although she refuses to want to listen to the truth, it is a permanent reminder of how fragile she now is and always will be. I could still take her there, that was a given between us, and she once told me that she would always carry pads with her if we are away from the cabin for when she bleeds. But for now it would always be a reminder that she was a casualty of Randy's stupidity. But we both knew that at times like this when both of us wanted to have fun and suffer the consequences of our actions later then her ass was just as open to me as the rest of her body and I fully intended to use every part of it. "Just remember slave the first two orgasms are yours. The rest of the evening they are mine." It was then her smile faltered. Frankie simply nodded her head as her body began its own headlong surge towards its first of the night. It was also then that I pushed a small egg vibrator deep into her ass. Her body lurched upwards a few inches and I took advantage of that by turning the big one in her pussy up another setting and the orgasm that ripped through her left her screaming at the walls of the cabin. Her second orgasm followed the first as it too rampaged through her body, that's when all deals were off and I swiftly pulled the big vibrator out of her pussy. The cum that rushed out of her soaked her ass on the way to soaking the bed as well. It was also then that I pushed two fingers into her pussy causing her lower body to rise to accommodate them. When my hand bumped against bone I turned my fingers upwards and found her pleasure spot. Her mind was on the defensive. She had her two orgasms. Her body was now mine. The egg vibrator in her ass kept her on that high as my fingers brushed her little nub her toes would do their own dance as she fought with her entire being to hold back as long as she could. My finger continued to stroke that small area of nerve endings that relayed her pleasure tenfold to its outside source, to call to it, to make it understand that the two orgasms they had received now had to be paid for. Her upper body tried to rise only causing the leather collar to bite into her neck. My fingers once again sought out that shielded little lump of nerves that screamed small jolts of electric throughout her body. Poor Frankie didn't even have it in her to ask if she could cum. Her voice had failed her in favor of her screams. Her whole body was a sweat soaked lump of meat too spent to do much of anything anymore. My whole hand was so wet from her juices that even I had trouble staying connected to her pleasure nub. Her hands pulled hard at the leather cuffs holding her to the top of the bed. She gasped and quickly adjusted her breathing desperate to stave off asking for permission to cum. Her whole body was aglow the heat that radiated from her was simply amazing. I changed tactics for a moment forcing my hand against her pussy lips and each time I did a little shudder from her pussy seemed to radiate up her body making her pull on the cuffs that held her wrists once again. Frankie seemed to need control of her hands yet wouldn't ask for such a thing. I was curious to see what she wanted to do. My hand sought out the quick release and her free hands finally grabbed hold of the collar in a desperate attempt to find some solace from it. Her knuckles white with a grip so tight that the leather bent inwards. It was clear to see she didn't want the leather collar removed but her hands seemed to seek it out, to hold it, perhaps as a physical reminder that she is who she is. In an act born of a need from release she dug her heels into the bed and lifted her body weight onto her shoulders and heels. She was desperately close to orgasm. To fight against something that gave so much pleasure was so hard for her and as my head rested so close to hers I whispered her permission to cum. Her orgasm burned up through her throat and out through her mouth as though finally released from its charge the remnants of her orgasm now deflated in on itself. Frankie was now nothing more than a panting wheezing orgasm ravaged wreck with a smile that lit up the room. It would have also been unfair to seek my own release at this moment. The fact I was able to do this to a woman made me smile but I also realized I had abused her pussy and she would surely be sore in the morning. Her own need to equal the balance would come in the morning and, sore or not, we would make love very slowly and with great care. It would be a contented joining. \\\\\\\* I would have to say that life for all three of us was getting along just fine. Frankie was happy in her job and found it challenging enough. Everyone in the company treated her as my PA and I could find her gossiping by the coffee machine with the rest of the girls from time to time so I knew she was accepted. As for Red, almost the first words that left her mouth when we came in was that this was going to be her last film and that she had put her business up for sale. So, yes all was well in our world. Then Samantha Harper walked into my office. End of Chapter three.
100 Centimetres - Experience 12	8,181	4.47	2,139,387	[ "dominant", "master", "obedience", "sex", "skinny dipping", "submissive", "bdsm" ]	100 Centimetres - Experience 12 Authors Note: This one is dedicated to the man that has been there for me in life. Through the good times and the bad. Ice \~ I fall asleep on the drive back to the holiday cottage. The day's event had taken their toll. I had suffered embarrassment and humiliation at the hands of my dominant and it was overall delightful. I could feel my inhibitions disappearing as your power over me grew. Your voice that hypnotises, your touch that ensnares, your will that captivates me. I didn't know that you had carried me inside and laid me on the four poster bed that dominated the sole bedroom. I just remember waking up to the smell of incredible cooking, competing for dominance in the thick, humid air. I crawl out of bed, pulling my tangled blonde mane into a messy ponytail on top of my head. My nose leading me as though I was a hound on the scent of a fox. Where was that beautiful smell coming from? I pad out onto the enormous back deck, the one that overlooks the pool just below and in turn, the beautiful rainforest. Tall, citronella torches provide much needed protection from the famous Australian mosquitoes. The foxtail palm trees rustle in the breeze, as I see the candle lit table before me. Set for two. A vase of my favourite flower in the middle. Blue Galaxy Orchids. I smile at this. You remembered. Who knew my Master was such a romantic? I feel your hands wrap around my waist, as you kiss my neck. Leaving a trail of soft kisses, burnt into my skin. 'Hello my dear submissive' you murmur. You lead me to the table and pull my chair out like a perfect gentleman before pushing me in as I settle into the chair. You pour us both a glass of rose wine and then venture off back into the kitchen. I sip my wine as I look out at the scenery. Despite it being quite late at night, the rainforest was alive with the sounds of nature. The sky was blanketed in the brightest of stars and the moon was full, casting off the most beautiful glow. I didn't realise I was daydreaming until I start to feel your eyes on me. I turn my head to face you, my eyes meeting yours. You have an amused smile on your face, one that melts my heart every time. You place before me an entree of buttered flathead, served on a bed of leafy greens with lemon. I can feel my stomach growl. I haven't eaten in quite some time and this dish not only looks amazing, it smells incredible. I get stuck in to my meal, enjoying every last mouth full. My Master was a bit more civilised, eating at a much slower pace. You take your hand in mine under the table. Resting on your knee, rubbing it ever so gently. It sends shivers up and down my spine. Despite the warmth of the night air, I can feel my nipples start to stand tall and become hard. You have such an effect on me. I also squirm a bit in my chair, rubbing my thighs together. Surely you must know how much I want you? You bring out our main meal which is a dish I'm not familiar with. Mushrooms and chicken? Maybe some white wine sauce? Either way, it is delicious at every mouthful. You pour me another glass of wine which I seem to scull within minutes. I can feel the wine taking effect on me. Making me giddy and weightless. My skin starts to glow a light red, flushed from the alcohol in my bloodstream. I gaze over at you, my eyes meeting yours. The night seems young and endless. I think we both knew at that time that dinner was over and you rise from your chair, taking my hand in yours and pulling me towards you. Your lips hungrily seek mine, controlling each moment. I can do nothing but melt into your right embrace. Your kisses seducing me, pulling me further under your spell. You lift up my shirt, pulling it over my head, exposing my breasts to the night air. Kisses trailing from my neck, down to shoulder, before coming to their final destination. Taking one of my taunt nipples into your mouth, teasing it with your tongue before sucking it into your mouth. A moan escapes my mouth, how delightful this feels. You remove your button down shirt which allows me to kiss your neck and shoulders, biting into that spot between the two. After removing the remainder of our clothes, you tell me stand still. Your watchful eye glancing over inch of my body. I shiver in delirious fever. My want and need to please you apparent. My body on display for my Master to admire. It is his body after all. Owned and possessed by himself. Under the luminesce of the midnight moonlight, you decide for us to go skinning dipping in the pool. Nothing else exists in this moment but you and me. An unbreakable and unwavering bond formed under unusual circumstances. I wonder if you knew just how much you owned my heart and captivated my soul. I dive into the pool, revelling in the sensation of not wearing a bikini. Floating and enjoying the sensation of water everywhere over my body. After diving into the pool, you wrap your arms around me from behind, your wet flesh against mine, your erection pushed up close against my arse cheeks. I was fighting every temptation not to wriggle my arse against you, to tease you. Now was not the time for that. It was our space, a sincere, loving moment in time between a Dominant and his submissive. Where their bond becomes stronger with every passing second. Your hands reach up to squeeze my breasts, teasing my already hardened nipples. You pinch them and twist them, a gasp escapes my mouth at the pain but also the pleasure. Pulling yourself up to sit on the edge of the pool, you motion to me to suck on your cock. My mouth was already drooling with the very thought. I take your already sent hardened cock into my wet and warm mouth, sucking it in and using my tongue to make swirls on the tip and underside. Wet, slurping sounds can be heard in the night air as I take your cock deep into my mouth. You push my head down onto your cock and hold it there as the tip hits the back of my throat. Tears start to well up in my grey eyes but you know how much I can handle holding my breath for and release my head after some time. I instantly go back to sucking your cock. You inhale sharply and stop me saying let's go have a shower. I am directed to crawl to the shower on my hands and knees. After climbing out of the pooI, I sink to my knees and look at you for further approval to start crawling. You catch my gaze and give your permission with a single nod of your head. I start to crawl, it's a slow progress. The terrain is quite uneven and it is dark. I was spending too much time looking at the ground when you slap my arse and say, "Head up and look ahead". I quickly obey you and raise my head tall. I make it inside and through to the bathroom and shower. I look at you waiting for further instructions. You pull me up to stand, a wild, animalistic glaze in your eyes. Entwining your fingers in my hair, you pull me in for the deepest kiss. Your tongue dominating mine, your lips bruising mine with their urgency. When we finally part, I can barely stand as you have left me completely breathless. Breathless and completely in need of you to take me and use me like the fuck doll I am. You pick me up and slam my back against the tiled shower wall, my legs wrapping around your hips. I feel your lips kissing my neck and my shoulder, desperation and desire growing with every moment. You start to bite into my shoulder, making me as your slut. How I loved it. Where you claim me and use me. Exactly what I was born to be. Your willing submissive. I moan loudly as I feel your hardness pressing up against my already drenched pussy lips. "Master", I whimper. The desire for you apparent and becoming torture with each pacing moment. You ask me, "What are you?" To which I reply almost instantly, "I am yours. Your property. Your slut. Your submissive ". This earns me a deep growl from you where you lift me up and impale my tight wet pussy into your hard and thick cock. I go to cry out in sheer pleasure but your lips claim mine as you start to pound me against the shower wall. It is a rough fucking. There is no tenderness or softness in it. You are slamming into my cunt over and over as I can do nothing but cling to you and be taken. My pussy is being stretched around your thick cock as it takes the beating it is being given. My legs tightly grip around you, I am literally being used by my Master and all I can do is moan like the slut that I am. As you speed up fucking me, you French kiss me deeply. Your tongue owns mine. Wrestling with it and mastering it. Even my tongue was your submissive. My fingers run through your dark hair and make scratch marks into your back. I am being fucked at your will and relishing every moment. You whisper in my ear that you are going to breed me. That you are going to fuck your child into me. That my stomach will soon be swollen with your child. After hearing your words, my approaching orgasm starts to ripple through my body. I can feel my pussy start to tighten around your throbbing cock. You pound into me deeper and harder, fucking me with faster and faster thrusts. You breathing starts to quicken and you growl into my ear to cum. Cum around your cock like the slut that I am. Hearing those words are my trigger. My orgasm erupts across my body, I moan Master as my pussy starts to spasm and tighten around your cock as you pump your load of hot white cum deep inside my cunt. We both lean against the shower wall for support, the hot water still running, washing away the sweat away from our now exhausted but deeply satisfied bodies. We towel dry each other with pure Egyptian cotton towels and barely make it to bed. We both have so little energy after such an intense fucking. I lay my head on your chest and fall asleep listening to your heartbeat. The last words I remember hearing before falling asleep was "You've made me proud, little one". I think it's safe to say that another centimetre has been earned.
Hotel Rendezvous Ch. 02	20,743	4.57	34,312	[ "sheer robe", "sean stood", "continued tease", "stroke cock", "asked told", "knees front", "rest day", "began stroke", "door opened", "sean" ]	The next morning I woke early. We had decided that we should spend the night apart, so Sean went back to his room after the shower. When I woke up my first instinct was to call him and see how he slept. However I decided to shower get some breakfast then call him. In the shower I kept thinking of the way we fucked, how it made my body quiver with delight. I knew I wanted to be with him again today possibly even several times. I finished my shower quickly and called him right afterwards. "Did you eat breakfast yet?" I asked after he answered. He told me that he hadn't and he was about to call me. "Well I can order for both of us, what would you like?" I asked. He told me what he wanted and I called room service and ordered. A few minutes later Sean was knocking on the door, I opened it wearing a virtually sheer robe with nothing under it. As he came in I told him that I would be done in the bathroom in a minute so he could just have a seat. I'm sure he thought I was going to get dressed but that was not my intention at all. I was simply getting my damp hair off my neck and putting it into a loose bun on top of my head, I wanted to fuck him again before letting the rest of the world see him. The food arrived within minutes and I asked Sean to get the money off the dresser to tip the waiter. After the waiter left I walked out of the bathroom still wearing nothing but my sheer robe. Sean watched me walk across the room, his eyes fixated on my breasts, as they bounced up and down with each of my steps. I smiled coyly at his obvious stares. Slowly he pulled the chair out for me, so I sat down across from him. As we ate we watched the sun rise over the beach through the sliding glass doors that lead to the private balcony I had asked for when I reserved the room. I put my food down and slowly got up and walked to the sliding door and opened it stepping outside. There was a chill in the air that brought my nipples to a very erect state, but I felt warm inside. I called to Sean asking him to join me out here. He came out quickly and slid his arms around my waist. There were people on the beach already walking their dogs, out for the morning run, doing what ever they do at that time in the morning. A group of college age guys were running together and saw us standing there on the balcony. I slid up to sit on the balcony and wrapped my legs around Sean, knowing they could see me. Slowly I began to kiss him and stroke his cock. I slid my robe down to reveal my breasts, firm and round as Sean began to move his mouth down to my cinnamon colored nipples. He began to lick, bite and tease them slowly as he moved his hand in towards my pussy. "They are watching us," he whispered against my breast as he continued to tease me with his hot tongue. "Let them" I whispered back as I let my robe fall completely off now. I moved my hand inside his pants and began to stroke his cock faster and harder. Then I pulled it out and moved to my knees in front of him. I took his cock into my mouth and sucked it to its full hardness quickly. "Fuck me now" I begged Sean as he stood me up and turned me around to face our audience. He slid his hand between my legs and made me spread them far, as he began to tease my hot cunt with his fingers. Two fingers worked the inside and his thumb worked my clit, making me moan loud as I arched my back. Sean got on his knees behind me and licked my cunt slowly making my legs tremble. The crowd watching us got larger, first it was just 10 or so guys but now there were at least 20 men and women watching and cheering us on. Sean continued to tease me slowly then quickly he sucked my clit into his mouth and pumped his fingers in and out of my cunt fast. My moans continued to get louder and louder as I got closer to a climax, when I finally came Sean stood up behind me and rubbed his cock against my thighs. He eased his cock into my pussy and began to pump fast and hard. I began to scream now. The crowd below was clearly enjoying their little show because they were shouting, "fuck her good man" and "take it all bitch" as we continued to fuck where they could watch us. Soon Sean was ready to cum and he asked where I wanted his hot cum. "Mmmmm anywhere" I moaned loudly. Sean pulled his cock out of me and told me to get on my knees in front of him. I did as I was told. He began to stroke his cock in front of me, telling me to open my mouth wide. I did as told and whispered to him as he stroked his cock in my face. Before long he was Cumming down my throat and the crowd below was screaming, "swallow swallow swallow" so I did it. I swallowed ever last drop of his cum. Then I stood and blew a kiss to the crowd and walked nude into my room. Sean stood dazed in the doorway for a moment, and then followed me into the room. "That was amazing," he said as he kissed my shoulder. I giggled and told him that I enjoyed it too." What would you like to do the rest of the day?" he asked. I told him that I wasn't sure but I didn't believe the rest of the day could live up to breakfast.
Mature Bi-Sex Hotel Party	43,180	4.56	1,336,379	[ "mature", "bi-sexual", "orgy", "bi" ]	I have been on the senior bi-guys web site for over a year. It has proven fruitful and I have hooked up with a few other senior guys. We've always had fun as I am versatile. I like to fuck & be fucked and I like to blow, as well as get blown. I always like to play around with another naked guy and just feel, explore, and basically cuddle. Messages, passed through the sites message service, were restricted to few characters, so we usually just made a first contact and move our communications over to a mail server. The day I got the first message piqued my curiosity as it seemed to be longer than the systems character limit allows: \=================== You have been recommended to us as a fun & sexy (who, me?) guy. We have reviewed your profile and would like to invite you to one of our afternoon parties. The attendees, at these parties, are mature men, often retired, who enjoy mutual sexual gratifications with other men. We will be having one of these parties at a hotel close to you. If you are interested in joining us, please respond to this email address ( - ) with "Senior Bi Party Invite" as the subject of the email. If you would like to attend, attach a full frontal nude picture, with your cock hard. This invitation is valid for five days. If we do not receive an email from you, we will assume no interest, and will not offer another invitation. \========================================== Because the message was longer than the system limit, I figured the senders were somehow associated with the website. Since I had a couple of pictures in my site profile, I wasn't worried about providing the required photo. I did have to get nude & stroke myself hard - an easy task while imagined myself in a party with other senior men. Then a few clicks of the mouse with my laptop webcam and I put together the email & sent it off to the party organizers. There was a three day wait, before the email came into my mail server box: \========================================== The party will be at the Pines Hotel on Thursday afternoon. Be at the hotel by 1:00PM. Go to the front desk and ask the desk clerk for the website Suite. They will call us and we will verify you for attendance. Proceed to the floor & room number they give you. Knock and one of us will let you in. As soon as you are in the suite: Remove all clothing & hang it in the closet. There will be between four & six naked men in the room. First names only in the suite - any further meetings or individual encounters must be arranged after the party. Snacks & Drinks available. If you require Viagra or Cialis, please use it before arrival. If you use "Poppers" please bring your own. Basically, anything goes, however No means NO! There is no BDSM! There is no Master/Slave. Everyone was invited because they specified "Versatile" for sexual preferences. This should mean that everyone is willing to give and receive. The purpose of the party is for senior men to have fun with each other. Not cause issues with what they will or won't do. If you are not agreeable to these rules, please remove yourself from the party. \========================================== That Thursday, the wife was heading out to a casino with some of her friends, so I had ample time to deal with the enemas & shower sessions needed to get ready for the event. Once I was sure that I wouldn't get embarrassed by the love anus, I dressed casual and headed for the hotel. I got there about 20 minutes early, went through the desk drill and was sent up to the fourth floor to an executive suite. The guy who let me in the suite was a stocky, totally bald - including eyebrows -, clean shaven all over, fellow, named Ed. I introduced myself as Bill and Ed gave me a hanger from the closet to hang my clothes. I undressed right in the entrance way to the suite, which left me in the view of all the occupants (Ed and three others) who watched what I uncovered. This got me semi-hard, so, when I hung my clothes and entered the suite proper, I was already on display. Two of the men were sitting on the couch, watching me walk in, but gently caressing each other. Ed introduced them - John - a short but fit guy with snow white hair & goatee, shook my hand. But Jim - a slender type, just starting to go gray, reached out and fondled my balls for a few seconds, which just got my cock that much harder & more erect. Eric - a chubby, smiling fellow, also, shaved all over, immediately reached for my cock and gave it a few strokes. "Going to have to fit that thing inside later on", he said "Please don't use it up before you get to me." "I'll try", I said, "but this looks like it will be a fun afternoon. You may have to wait for the second rising." Ed walked me over to a counter that had some chips & dip laid out & a couple of coolers - one with bottles of wine & cans of soda - the other full of beer. As I got a beer out of the cooler and was opening it, he reached down and cupped my balls. "I need a taste of that, also." Then he knelt in front of me and slurped at the head. Just as he was getting a rhythm, the phone rang. Ed got up and answered it. He asked the same questions, gave the floor & room number and hung up. "The last pair is on the way up. That will make three new guys. Should be a fun afternoon." In a few minutes there was a knock on the door and Ed went to answer it. He let in two men; one dressed like he just came from an office, in a business suit. The other was a tall black man wearing a running suit. Ed gave them both hangers and the suit went into the bathroom to undress. The tall black just stripped down in the hallway, hung up his clothes and came into the suite. Ed introduced the black to us as Ray and said "Jerome will be out in a minute." Ed showed Ray the snacks & drinks as Jerome came out of the bathroom & hung up his clothes. He came into the suite, walking around to each of us introducing himself. He was somewhat effeminate, but didn't seem to be totally gay, as evidenced by the wedding ring he wore. Ed showed him the snacks & drinks and Jerome got a glass of wine. Ray sat down at the end of the couch where Jim & John were playing, sandwiching John between himself & Jim. Ray watched for a minute and then reached over & started tweaking Johns left nipple. John reciprocated by caressing Ray's inner thighs, just touching Ray's balls on the upstroke. Jerome went over to the bed, propped a couple of pillows up against the headboard and sat back on them, stretching his legs out. Eric took that as a hint and rolled over to start licking on Jerome's flaccid dick. Ed came over to where I was sitting and knelt in front of me. "Let's see," he said, "Where were we - Oh yeah -" He dropped to his knees and pulled the chair so it rolled me to him with him between my legs - my re-hardening dock pressed against him. He started nuzzling my neck, gradually kissing his way over my chin to my lips. When I felt his tongue touch my lips, I opened my mouth and let him in. As we kissed, I pulled him close, wrapping my arms around him and caressed his back, his bald head, and as low to his ass as I could get. He gradually broke the kiss & backed up a little, kissing his way down to my nipples where he spent some time getting them both hard. The he headed south again until his lips just covered the head of my cock and he let his tongue start tickling and tantalizing it. In that position there wasn't much I could do but enjoy the sensations, so I looked around the room to check the action. Eric & Jerome had turned into a 69 position and were feasting on each other cocks. There was a lot of mutual caressing going on there and they seemed to be trying to make it last. It looked like Jerome had at least two fingers sliding in & out of Eric's love anus. On the couch, John had Ray's cock fully hard and it looked to be about 8 inches long. John was just licking it up one side, swirling his tongue around the head, and then licking down the other side to where he could suck & hum Ray's balls. Jim & Ray were kissing & caressing each other and I saw Ray had a rather large middle finger working its way into Jim asshole. Jim was starting to groan with the feelings. Ed was getting me close & I didn't want to cum yet, so I gently lifted his head and kissed him deeply, I slid off the chair to my knees on the carpet, wrapping him in my arms again. As I broke the kiss, I asked him if he wanted to stay on the carpet or move to the other side of the big bed. "The bed," he said, chuckling, "My knees can only take so much carpet." We helped each other stand up and I led him to the bed & had him lay on his back. Since he had shaved all over, I decided on giving him an "Around-the-world" treat and see how long he could last. I told him "Just lay still & enjoy." I started kissing & licking his right ankle gradually working my way up the inside of his leg. I was using just fingertip caresses as I went, more of a tickle than a massage. As I got to his balls, I heard the intake of breath in anticipation, but I just touched them gently with my tongue, and started down the inside of his other leg. I heard Ed's soft moan of disappointment & smiled as I reached his other ankle. I started up the outside of that leg, licking & kissing up past his hip; up his side to his armpit, and from there to his nipple. I sucked that hard and worked up to the side of his neck to where I could nibble and suck on his earlobe. Meanwhile my hand went back south, tickling up the insides of his legs, just to brush his balls and then circle up around his cock to his stomach. I'd rub that a little and then back down around his cock to tickle his legs and balls again. Ed's cock was raging hard and red. As I kissed over his forehead and down to his other ear, his breath was becoming deep gasps. "Fuck!" he gasped. "You're torturing me so good - don't stop, Please!" I chuckled and worked my way down to his right nipple and sucked it hard. Ed's moans drew Eric & Jerome's attention. Jerome looked at me & winked as he slid about 6 inches of cock into Eric's waiting love canal. I heard a long groan from across the room. When I looked at the couch, Jim was settling his asshole down on Ray's big cock, while Ray had John's crotch up against his face. I continued my trip up this time to Ed's chin & lips. He wanted to swap tongues, but I just nibbled around his lips & kissed his cheeks & chin. By that time I had my fingers trailing up & down on his cock, which was streaming pre-cum. Id gather some on my finger tip and smear it on my lips, then caress his lips with mine. I finally started working my way down the middle of his chest, to his belly button. Then lower, kissing & licking all around his cock. Eventually I licked up and down the sides of the raging member, just barely touching the tip to gather pre-cum. I finally dropped my lips over the head and slid his cock deep into my mouth. I held it there & swallowed a couple of times & slid back up to the head. Ed groaned & pushed my head back down on his cock while fucking up into my mouth. About that time I felt gentle hands spreading my ass cheeks, so I move my knees apart to give them better access. A wet tongue started to rim around my love anus as a hand slid past my balls & started to stroke my cock. I let my head hang down to look between my legs to see who was giving me the pleasure. I saw a white goatee - John. I looked across at the couch to see Jim on his back with legs in the air. Ray was sliding a shiny black dick in & out of him. As I was deep-throating Ed I reached back between my legs and found John's cock. I tugged at it until he rose and I pulled it up to my ass. Taking the hint he swirled it around the rim a couple of times to center it & then began the slow pressure of driving it into me. I groaned around Ed's cock which seemed to trigger Ed's climax. He suddenly increased the pace sliding his cock in & out of my mouth quickly as it expanded & got harder. With a long groan he drove it to the back of my mouth and let it flow. I had no choice, but to swallow as he came so I didn't get much taste, until he relaxed and I was able to suck him completely clean. Then I was able to concentrate on the cock sliding in & out of my ass. I stopped John for a bit, while I shoved Ed out of the way and rolled over on my back. I lifted my legs & John slid into position and started pumping. With his curved cock it hit the prostate just perfectly and I was in high heaven. I was also in good position to start playing with Jerome's ass and balls, as he was pumping in & out of Eric. Eric stopped Jerome for a minute while he swung around, with his ass in the air, which placed his head over my body. As Jerome moved around to continue fucking him, Eric started kissing me and playing with my cock. After some good tongue swapping, he trailed his kisses down over my belly to the head of my cock & started throating it with each thrust of Jerome's hips. The dual pleasures of a cock sliding in & out of my ass and a hot mouth moving up & down my cock soon had me hard & ready to pop. I pulled at Eric's shoulder to get him to stop, but he ignored it and drove my cock down his throat, swallowing around it to trigger my climax - it worked. With Johns cock stroking my prostate, I felt like I shot a gallon into Eric's mouth. He could really hold his breath as he kept his head in place & continued to swallow until I was completely spent. By that time John was starting to pick up the pace of his thrusts. He was driving into me hard. He leaned over me and I reached up & pulled his head to mine for a deep kiss. I looked him right in the eyes & said "Fuck me, man. Fuck me hard. Fill me up, Big Guy." Johns head fell back as he let out a loud groan. I could feel the pulsing of his dick as it pumped his seed into my ass. As he came down from his climax, he fell forward on me and I wrapped him in my arms, nuzzling his neck and thanking him for a wonderful ride. Jerome was starting to pick up the pace, also, and Eric was grunting from his thrusts. As Jerome finally climaxed, Eric laid his head on Johns back, gasping from the intensity. We gently untangled from each other and hearing the groans from the couch, turned out attention there. Ray was lying back, obviously spent, his shiny heavy dick lying across his leg. Ed was on his knees in front of Jim, who had his legs in the air again while Ed sucked Rays cum from his asshole. John & I went to the cooler & got ourselves a beer. Jerome finished his wine and went to the couch and started sucking on Jim's cock, while Ed was cleaning his love anus. Ray came over to the cooler and pulled out a Coke. As he was standing with us, I reached down and hefted his dick. It weighed quite a bit, although he really didn't fit the black-guys BBC stereo-type, while soft. Jim let out a couple of gasping yelps and started cumming in Jerome's mouth. Jerome kept his lips firmly over the head of Jim's dick as it pulsed and unloaded. "How much did you get, Jerome?" asked John? Jerome smiled and open his mouth to show the cum gathered there. Then he made a show of closing his mouth and swallowing hard. Then he licked his lips and said "Yummy!", and opened his mouth to show it was empty again. We laughed & I realized I was still playing with Ray's dick. It was starting to harden again, but Ray said "I don't think I can go again for a couple hours, man." Ed laughed and said, "Well, we have the suite until 6PM. And it's only 2:30." We kind of broke into groups again, talking about normal subjects, but still maintaining the physical contact. Ray & I settled on the couch and started chatting about car repairs, but I was still playing with his dick and he was caressing the insides of my legs. I was actually using tricks my wife used on me, which was a tickling fingertip caress on his cock & balls. It seemed to be working because his cock was getting harder. "Damn!" said Ray, "I haven't recovered this quickly in years. You need to teach me this trick, so I can show my wife." he said, laughing. "It's a trick I learned from my wife." I responded, "Just use fingertips. When someone else does it to you, the feelings are intensified." I leaned over his lap and started tickling his big dick with my tongue & lips. Just running up & down the sides of his cock and just caressing the head with my lips. As I got to his balls I'd blow air at them, tickling the coarse curly hair on them. Ray reached over and started to finger my love anus, slowly sinking his finger in and coming out slick from John's earlier deposit. I finally slid my lips over the big black knob and began moving my mouth up & down the shaft. It was a thick shaft and I could barely get the head back to where I could use throat muscles on it. As I did, I looked across at the bed. What a site to help turn me on. Ed & John were wrapped head to crotch in a 69 session. Jim was lying under Jerome, while Jerome sucked him. Jerome had his ass in the air so Eric could lick the love anus and fuck it with his tongue. Jim had reached out and was stroking Eric's balls & cock with one hand, while he played with Jerome's dick with his other hand. All the action was much more relaxed than the earlier sessions. Everyone had gotten past the initial sexual tension we had when we first arrived. Now it was time to just relax and enjoy one another. No pressure to perform, no real need to complete - just enjoying the sensations & feeling good with each other. In that light, Ray reached down with both hands & gently pulled my head off his dick and up to his and started a slow gentle kiss. Since that movement caused our cocks to bump into each other, he took both of our cocks in one of his big hands and started a slow stroke of both of them. When we finished the kiss we continued to nuzzle each others neck and ear lobes and swift lip pecks. I had reached down and was playing with his balls and now and then sliding my hand back under his balls to his love anus. Some giggles & laughs drew our attention back to the bed. Jim had found that Jerome was ticklish on his sides and was running nimble fingers up & down under Jerome's arms. Jerome tucked his arms & still tried to work Jim's cock, but was falling to his side laughing. This caused Eric to fall forward, where Jim's open mouth got suddenly stuffed with Eric's hard dick. The sight of this cause Ed & Jim to bust up with laughter. Since his dick was in a good place Eric started a subtle thrusting into Jim's mouth. Jim snaked his hand through Eric's legs and started to probe Eric's asshole. Ray & I looked at each other. "Think that bed would hold two more?" Ray asked. "Let's try it.", I said. We got off the couch and went over to the bed. Ray crawled on & took over sucking on Jim's cock, squeezing in beside Ed & Johns 69 session. I went to the head of the bed & slid in behind the fallen Jerome. I wrapped my arms around him; my right had sliding down to grab his still hard cock, while I nuzzled his neck & ears. My hard dick slid into his ass crack and had enough precum on it from Ray's playing to just nuzzle against Jerome love anus - which was still slick from Eric's tongue play. Jerome gasped & pulled away from me enough to bump into Jim & Ray, which cause Ray to sway towards Ed & John & they were suddenly in danger of being pushed over the edge of the bed. Ed was grabbing at anything to keep from falling off and his hand found Ray's hard dick. He grabbed on & held it causing Ray to drop Jim's cock & rise up. Ray's arm swept over Johns back and he held them to the bed. "Hey, man," said Ray, "Lighten the hold - you're squeezing all the blood out". Since he stopped Ed & John from falling, everyone rearranged themselves a bit and Ed started to stroke Eric's dick while going back to sucking on John. Ray dropped his head back to Jim's dick and resumed his sucking. Jerome had gotten used to me by then and was starting to bump his ass back onto my crotch. The head of my dick was just barely penetrating his love canal. He finally bent forward a bit and gave a shove and buried my dick in his ass. Since I was up tight against the headboard of the bed, I couldn't move very much, so it was up to him to do the work and he started a rhythmic thrusting back against me. Unfortunately, that movement started making waves on the bed among the other and they voted us back over to the couch to continue our fucking. Since we really didn't want to leave the closeness of the others, Jerome limited his thrusts and began doing mostly Kegel-like squeezes on my dick. I reciprocated by continuing to stroke & play with his cock. Ed & John started to moan & pick up the pace of their mutual sucking. Ed groaned and started an up thrust into John's mouth while wrapping his arms around John's hips and really started a face fuck. John kept his lips tight around Ed's dick and his throat muscles started swallowing the obvious load he was getting. As he pulled his mouth off Ed's cock, he suddenly said "Oh, Shit!", and drove his dick hard into Ed's mouth. Luckily Ed had his hand around John's dick or it would have skewered him right to the mattress. As John unloaded, Ed sucked it all down swallowing with a big grin on his lips. Jim started to groan next - since Ray was finishing what Jerome had started. Jim pushed Eric's hips which slid Eric's cock out of his mouth. Then he gasped a couple of time and warned Ray, "I'm right there, man!" Ray picked up the pace and started sucking hard and Jim could only succumb to his release. Ray sucked Jim's cum out of his dick, but didn't swallow. He looked at Eric and reached out, pulling Eric down to him where he started a slurpy kiss. Eric, sucked on Ray's mouth and they swapped Jim's sperm until they were both out of breath. Ray then stood & looking at the clock said he had to get downtown to pick up his wife. He headed for the door to get his clothes. Jim adjusted himself on the bed and reached for Eric again, but Eric's dick was sagging. He leaned over and kissed Jim deeply and said "Thanks, but I think I'm out of it for the day." Eric went over to the cooler and pulled an iced beer and sat on one of the stools. I asked Jerome if he wanted to continue. He started his Kegel exercise again and since the bed had emptied, and we had some room to move he began thrusting back on my cock. He was definitely going for depth and the sensations had me getting harder yet. I was moaning in his ears along with the kissing the back & sides of his neck. I had arms wrapped around him tight with one hand stroking his dick and the other roaming his chest & stomach. He finally gasped, "Knees!" We somehow rolled together up on our knees. He splayed his out where I could drive deep into him and I started the rhythm which would bring us quick release. With his love anus clamping down on every out stroke, he soon had me ready to pop. I gave the warning and he drove his ass back on me doubling up the squeezes while I blew everything I had into him. This guy knew how to literally suck the cum right up into his love canal. As beat as I was, he still hadn't come so I turned him over on his back and dived on his hard cock. Holding onto his balls I thrust my mouth down over his rod, sucking for all I could get. I swirled my tongue around the head and swallowed deep using hard suction on the out stroke. It didn't take a minute before the head of his dick swelled, he let out a loud "AAAAWWWW!", and I was swallowing the sweet salty cream of his cum. Ed asked from across the room, "Get a good load?" I mock-swallowed again, licked my lips and said "Yummy." That got everyone laughing. Jerome & I joined the others at the counter where I grabbed a beer and Jerome poured another glass of wine. We all sat and chatted about various things for a while. Since it was going on 5PM, it was a consensus that we had fucked out our fill for the day. We got our clothes on and helped Ed & Eric pack up the goodies & the cooler to head out. I didn't want to pry too deep, but I did want more of these sessions so I asked ED what was next. He replied that I would definitely be invited back, but it would be awhile before there was another party in this area. He asked if I was willing to travel a hundred miles to get to another one. I expressed a definite yes to that. He, also, warned that after I attended a few and saw how they were worked out, I might be asked to act as host for some future gatherings. Although the website footed the bill for the hotel suite, everyone who hosted or managed the parties were volunteers. He said that, since there were two very major cities, and a good sized state capital within the hundred mile range, there were probably four - six parties a year going on. While I wouldn't get to all of them, I could figure on at least three or maybe four. Then it was time to leave. If you can imagine senior guys standing around hugging & kissing (some deep kissing) goodbye. I had some cards made with my OldGuysBalls email info on them. I handed one to each guy and told them to whip me an email if they wanted to hook up other than the party. Then we headed for the elevators, descended and were on our separate ways. An awesome really fun afternoon with just some old senior guys enjoying each other & the eroticism of bi-sex. It's been about a month & a half and I'm watching my email. I already have the excuse to leave the wife for the afternoon and I'm drooling at the thought of six or more naked men with nothing on their minds but sexual gratification and enjoyment. Eric, Jim & I hooked up one evening - I almost wound up spending the night - but that's another story. . . All the men in this party were certified disease free. If you go to a party where you're going to get laid, be sure any partners you have are clean or bring a lot of condoms.
Don't Lie Ch. 01	84,577	4.53	129,391	[ "bad dawn", "work dawn", "dawn stopped", "minutes pete", "realized pete", "trust thing", "husband wearing", "house dawn", "bedroom dawn", "dawn home" ]	All I can say is don't lie to you wife. If I didn't I wouldn't be in the situation I found myself in. It really wasn't that big of a lie but it was enough as far as my wife was concerned. It started a few weeks before we got married, five years ago. My wife Dawn decided that she wanted to tell me everything about her sex life before we got married. She said she didn't want anything to come up later that I could be angry about. I knew Dawn was sexually active when I met her. She made no bones about it that she slept around and she loved doing it. If a guy turned her on and he was single and unattached she would screw him till his eyes bled. As she put it. Dawn was built for screwing. She had a little tight body that looked better when she was on her back, though she looked good in any position. She stood five foot four in her stocking feet and weighed less then a hundred pounds. She had brown hair that didn't quite meet her shoulders and at times was a lot shorter depending on her mood when she went to have it cut. She had a cute little ass that seemed to always be wiggling regardless of what she was doing. And her tits though were only c cup, on her little body made them look even bigger. She had the kind of body that you see on ice skaters. Smooth strong thin legs, a hard flat tummy. Strong thin arms and hands with long fingers and equally long nails. She was a fox all right and the best thing about her she was mine. Until she found out I lied to her. Two weeks after I asked her to marry me Dawn came to me and said, "Rich you know I love you, but I can't marry you until we know everything about each other. I don't want you getting mad at me someday because you found out I did something that I didn't tell you about." Dawn went on to tell me every thing she ever did with anyone else. From the time she was eleven and jerked off one of the neighborhood boys to the time she took on three guys because she wanted to know what a gang-bang felt like. She told me about three girlfriends she hung out with. When they were bored and horny they would do each other with dildoes and their tongues. She talked for three hours about her sex life. Before she said, "There I've told you everything now you tell me everything." Well I didn't have anywhere near the experiences that she had. I had three girlfriends my whole life before I met Dawn and she knew it. Hell she taught me more about sex in the year and a half that we knew each other than I knew before I met her. When I told her she knew about the other girls she said, "No you have to tell me every thing. All the one night stands you had. Any other experiences you had. Even with other guys." "I'm sorry honey but there was only the three and there were no guys," I told her and there the lie was told. Dawn gave me a way out by saying, "Are you sure? I though every guy had a friend that they tried something with. You know you both take out your cocks and jerk off and before you know it your hand is on the other guys cock." "No baby nothing like that at all," I told her, which was another lie. I didn't want to lie to her I hated myself for it, but I felt I had no choice. You see I'm not like Dawn's other boyfriends. I'm only three inches taller than she is and I only weigh a hundred and twenty five pounds. I have fairly good looks though I'm no movie star. Why Dawn went out with me to start with was beyond anything I could understand. Besides being beautiful Dawn is also smart. She has a high IQ that she never brags about and she can hold her own on any conversation. She reads constantly and is a whiz in science math and computers. I'm no dummy either. I have a hundred and forty-five IQ though on some subjects Dawn could put me to shame. Why did Dawn agree to marry me and to even go out with me? She says it's because I respect her mind. I never treated her like a dumb girl or discounted what she said because she's a girl. If she was having a heated discussion with someone else I always took her side even when I knew she was wrong. That was the reasons she gave me when I had the courage to ask. Two month after this discussion Dawn and I were married. It was a big church wedding that her father paid handsomely for. Dawn wore a white wedding dress that I'm sure cost a small fortune. I'm sure there were some that said she shouldn't wear white but what bride today could wear white. I didn't care what she wore it was the happiest day of my life. I've been told by some of my friends that once the ring is on the finger the wife changes completely when it comes to sex and most other things. In Dawn's case it couldn't be further from the truth. Before we were married Dawn wanted sex on a daily basis. After we were married she still wanted it on a daily basis and I made sure she got it. But it wasn't a one way street either. She would often do things that I would love and think nothing of her self. Like blowjobs She would give them to me and want nothing in return. She said she just enjoyed giving me pleasure. But she got plenty of pleasure too. She loved sex whether it was doing it, reading about it or watching it. It was not uncommon for Dawn to come home from work with a porn video or two for us to watch. She even suggested that we get a big screen TV to watch them on. On the Internet she found sites that had stories other readers submitted. She didn't care what the stories were about as long as it had sex in it. She read stories on lesbian sex, gay sex, couple sex, three somes and four somes. She read stories about transsexuals having sex with men as well as women. She read everything you could think of. She also went into chat rooms and talked about sex in there. But if any one even hinted at having cyber sex she cut them off explaining that she was married and she didn't cheat on her husband. She never hid any of this from me. If I came into the room she let me read what she was reading and at times asked me to read something that she had found erotic. She was always open about her love for sex. She even found sites that gave information on how to do certain things or better ways to perform. She would then teach me these things. One we both like was teaching me to last longer while I was fucking her. When we first met I was lucky to last five minutes. Now I can fuck like a porn star. I can last over an hour with out cuming. I may not have the equipment of a porn start but I can last like one. She was also willing to change the way she dressed because I asked her to. Take stocking for example. One day while watching her putting on a pair of pantyhose I said I'd like to see her in stocking and a garter belt sometime. When she came home from work that day she had purchased several pairs of stockings and three garter belts. From that day on she has only wore stockings. When she started wearing cotton panties and bras I told her I preferred satin and lace. She threw out the cotton ones and always wore satin and lace underwear. She also found out I like her better in underwear then naked because it made her look prettier. Now she'll run around the house in sexy underwear almost all the time. She has to like something to wear it though if she doesn't like how it feels on her she won't wear it. I asked her to wear a corset once but she didn't like it so she never wore one again. She did start wearing bustier because they look like a corset but their not as restrictive. But of cause this is a two way street. If she wanted me to wear something I have to at least try it before I can say I don't like it. Like men's satin briefs. I thought they were for sissies but she said she would like to see me wear them. She got me a few pair and I put them on. They weren't bad though I wouldn't want anyone to see me in them except Dawn. So now I wear them around the house but change into regular boxers when I go to work. Dawn thinks that's funny seeing no one would ever see me wearing them at work. Our vacation-get-a-ways revolve a round one central theme. We go some where there is nude beaches or at the very least topless beaches. We also found that we love camping, for me its getting out in the outdoors but for Dawn it's a chance to go naked in the woods. We bought a four-wheel drive truck so we could get real deep into the wood where there isn't much chance of running into anyone. She especially likes it when its warm and there is a light rain so the ground is muddy. She really loves to fuck in the mud. To Dawn there is a difference between fucking and making love. If at the end we're soaked with sweat and totally exhausted we just fucked. If were only breathing slightly hard we just made love. On the average we make love twice a week. The rest of the week we fuck our brains out, as she puts it. For five years my life was perfect. I had a beautiful wife that took pride in her body and herself. She worked out to keep herself looking as good as the day we were married. She also made me work out so I stayed in good shape. Our sex life was fantastic and our careers were on track. We weren't making money hand over fist but we were doing very well and we didn't have to worry about much. My life fell apart the day Pete came into town. Pete was an old friend of mine. When my parents found out that my mother was pregnant with me they bought a house out in the suburbs. It was a two story wood frame house with four bedrooms. Next door to our house was Pete's parent's house. Pete's mother gave birth to Pete a month and half before my mother gave birth to me. So in all actuality you could say we have been friends since the day I was born. Our mothers did everything together seeing neither one of them worked. They both considered raising a child to be a full time job, I'm sure they were right. They did everything together from coffee in the morning to long walks in the afternoon. When we were older, Pete and I played together in one of our playpens while our mother talked or did whatever mothers do. Pete and I were basically brothers, seeing neither one of us had a brother or a sister for that matter. After I was born my mother had complication and she had to have her uterus removed. Pete's mother wanted another child but she never got pregnant again. At the age of seven Pete and I became even closer after the death of his mother. Pete's mother die from cancer that she didn't even know she had till it was too late to stop it. After her death Pete's father tried staying home with his son as much as possible, but his job wouldn't allow it. Pete's dad worked for a heavy equipment manufacture. It was Pete's dad's job to install the equipment and train the people that were going to run it. He would be gone for two or three weeks at a time. It was not a good environment for a single dad, but the money he made was too good to pass up. He tried getting a nanny but that was like having your own kid and the nannies didn't like being tied down all the time. My mother finally stepped in by telling Pete's dad that she would take care of Pete while his father was out of town. This way he was with someone he knew and he was close to home. His father didn't want to impose on my mother so after some negotiation it was agreed that my mother would be paid for her service. It actually worked out the best for everyone. Half of Pete's things were moved into one of the bedrooms in my house and when his father had to leave town he would stay in the bedroom. Most of the time when we were young we would sleep in the same bed but after he was ten he stayed in his own room. Pete and I went to the same schools from kindergarten right though high school. In high school he was very good in sports where I was good in the academics. He got a scholarship to play football at one collage and I got a scholarship to another. After he wasn't drafted to a NFL team he was signed to a team in Europe. That was why he wasn't my best man, he couldn't get away to come back for the wedding. This was the first time I'll see him in eight years. When he called to tell me he was coming back home for good I was thrilled. I mean we were so close and he was like a brother to me. I thought this was going to be great. Little did I know my life was about to take a drastic turn. I don't think Pete was in town an hour before he called me on the phone. Dawn was quite eager to meet him after all the stories I told her about him. So I invited him over for dinner the next day. At four o'clock the next afternoon Pete arrived in a brand new pickup truck. For some reason I was surprised that he wasn't driving something sportier. When he got out of the truck I saw that his left leg was in a brace and he had to use crutches to get around. I tried to help him up the stairs but he waved me off telling me, "It looks worse then it is." I smiled knowing Pete would always act like his injuries were minor. Once he made it up the stairs I went to shake his hand but Pete pulled me into a bear hug that drove the air right out of me. While he hugged me he said, "Dam buddy I missed you." Pete was bigger than I remembered. He stood six foot five and weighed around two hundred and seventy five pounds. From what I could feel of him from the hug it was solid muscle. He was always big for his age when he was younger and I see he didn't lose any of it since I last saw him. If anything he got bigger. When he released me I said, "Come on in and meet my wife Dawn." Pete chuckled and said, "If she looks anything like the picture you sent me it'll be my pleasure." I knew Pete had an eye for the ladies and he always seem to have one or two hanging around him, but he was never serious about anyone that I knew of. Even in high school he only dated and never went steady with anyone. When we walked in the house Dawn met us at the door so I made introductions, "Pete I would like you to meet my wife Dawn. Dawn honey if I ever had a brother it would Pete here." Dawn held out her hand and said, "Pete I've so looked forward to meeting you. Rich has told me so much about you." Pete took her hand and said, "Obviously he didn't tell you everything about me or you would be looking forward to it." They shook hands before Pete pulled her into a hug as well. I could see that Dawn was a little surprised by this, but she hugged him back. When he released her she said. "Why don't you have a seat and I'll get some refreshments. Would a beer be alright?" "Oh please anything as long as it's American and cold," Pete told her. Once she was out of the room he said, "Boy Rich you got the pick of the littler with that one. She's a stone fox." "Thanks, but remember she's mine," I told him kiddingly. Pete chuckled and said, "I never stole a girl from you and you know it." "Maybe but you have been known to steal them from other guys," I told he. "I never stole them. I just used them for a while," He told me with a laugh. He had a point he was never serious about any girl. He had a smile that could charm the panties off of any cheerleader but he always let them know he wasn't interest in anything serious. "So what did you do this time," I asked pointing toward his left leg just as Dawn came back in with the beers. After taking a beer from Dawn he said, "Thank you Dawn. About the knee I blew it out in the last game of the season. It ended my career this time." "I'm sorry to hear that," Dawn told him sympathetically as she sat down next to me on sofa. "Don't be it wasn't much of a career. I knew it was coming to an end. The money sucks and it hurt too much after every game. No I'm glad it's over," Pete told us though he really didn't sound too convincing. Then he smiled and said, "At lease it's not as bad as having two broken wrists at the same time." Dawn gasped and asked, "My god how did that happen?" "Didn't Rich tell you about how he saved my life?" Dawn shook her head no before looking at me for conformation. "I didn't save his life he is exaggerating," I told her. "The hell you didn't," Pete shouted. "The doctors even said if you didn't get out when you did I most likely wouldn't have survived. Dawn no matter what he says he saved my life and he'll never convince me or any one else otherwise." "Tell me what happen," Dawn told Pete. "Well it was the first snowfall of the season. The year before my father bought us both a snowmobile and taught how to ride them. When it snowed the first time we were both itching to get out in it so I asked my dad if we could go. Seeing he was out of town he told us to take it easy and to stay on the path. By the time we got the snowmobiles out to the state park it was getting late so we decide to hurry to get one run in before it got too dark to see." Pete took a sip of his beer before continuing, "When we got into the woods it was dark and hard to see. The path wasn't well marked as no one had used it yet. When I came around a bend in the path I slammed into a boulder and was thrown from my snowmobile. Rich came around the bend and was going just slow enough to miss my scat and me. Thank god for that as he still had a good snowmobile. As soon as he tried to get me up we both realized that I had done something to my arms. I couldn't use them as they hurt to much." By this point Dawn told us dinner was ready and we could continue story in the dining room. Pete continued his story as we ate. "When Rich saw I had broken something on my arms he found some of the fiberglass cowling from the scat and used it to make splints for my arms, Then he got me on his scat and drove us back to the truck then on to the hospital. "By the time we got to the hospital I was already in shock and I don't remember what happen till the next day when the doctor told me I was lucky that Rich got me to a hospital instead of leaving me to get help. He said I wouldn't have lasted that long out there. Now you tell me do I owe him my life or not." When Pete finished his story Dawn said, "I'd have to agree he did save your life. Rich why didn't you tell me?" Pete chuckled and said, "Because he is modest. He really doesn't think he did anything that important. He's done a lot of things that he should be proud of but of cause he'll never mention them." After dinner we stayed at the dinning room table and talked for a few hours about what we did when we were growing up. Toward the end of the night Dawn asked, "Are there any ladies in your life Pete." Pete chuckled and said, "There have been tons but no one worth mentioning. I feel I have too much baggage to carry into a long term relationship and I'd hate it if she was to find out about it in wrong way." "You have to do what Rich and I did. We told each other exactly what we did and with whom. This way even if someone says something, nothing can be said because you already know," Dawn told him. I dreaded the next words out of Pete's mouth. "You told Rich everything and everyone you ever did and he told you everything?" He asked. "Yep, though Rich's past wasn't near as long as mine. I mean three other girls hell I did more than that." I heard Pete gag at that remark. I thing she said it for the shock factor. She giggled and said, "I'm sorry did I shock you?" Pete chuckled and said, "You didn't shock me because you did it, but because you just came out and said it. I mean we really don't know each other that well." Dawn giggled and said, "When you get to know me you'll learn I'm not ashamed of anything I did. My husband knows about it and he still married me so I'm sure he accepts me for it. As for anyone else I really don't care, I did the things I did and I'm not sorry." Pete chuckled shook his head and said, "Hell if I could find a girl like you I think I'd marry her too. I'd really like to continue this conversation but I really should be going." Dawn looked at me and pouted a little before saying, "I guess I scared him away." "No really Dawn it has nothing to do with what was just said. It's time for me to take some pain medication. If I don't I'll be up all night," Pete told her as he started to get up. I could see Pete was in pain as he made his way to the door. We walked him out to his car and just before he got in he asked, "Rich I really hate to ask this but I need something done at the old house and with this leg I can't do it myself." I knew I would help him but I still looked at Dawn incase she had something else planed. After she nodded her head I said, "Sure how about ten tomorrow morning." "Sound great I'll see you then. Dawn dinner was great and I hope we can do it again someday real soon. In fact I'll that you both out to dinner next week." After Dawn agree on dinner Pete left. Dawn then said to me, "I can't believe you never told me about saving his life." "It wasn't that big of a deal he was hurt and I took him to a hospital," I told her. "I remember back when it happen, everyone thought I did something so great and all I did was what needed to be done." Dawn hugged herself to me and said, "You did what needed to be done and that's what hero's do. Now come inside and I'll show you how a hero should be rewarded." Dawn pulled me into the house and quickly stripped off my clothes. I pulled off her dress and underneath she was wearing a purple flowered bustier matching thong panties and thigh high stocking that were held up by the garters from the bustier. She was also wearing three-inch stiletto heels. I started guiding her over to the bed but she stopped me by saying. "Not yet love. Tonight I want you in the shower." Sex in the shower was not that unusual as we had it quite often. But it was always spontaneous, never thought out in advance. When she asked for it in the shower she only meant one thing, anal sex. I loved fucking her in the ass and she loved it almost as much, though she hated all the mess. Between the lubricant, the sperm and the fecal matter it was just too messy in bed. So anytime she told me she wanted me in the shower I knew I was going to plow her back door. I took her clothes off in a flash and we headed straight for the shower. On the way Dawn picked up the bottle of lube we kept on the vanity for this one propose. With out even waiting for the water to turn hot we jumped in and started kissing. Anal sex was a ritual that I just love performing. First I wash every inch of her tight little body from her neck down to the tips of her toes. I make sure to scrub her anus clean as I will be using my mouth on it in short order. Once I had her clean I started at her feet by licking each toe and sucking on them a little before moving up to her feet. Dawn loves having her toes licked and sucked on and in bed I can do it for as long as I like but in the shower I have to hurry because the hot water won't last and we need hot water to clean up. I quickly made my way up her silky smooth legs to the hairless V at the center. Three years ago we were watching a porn movie and the girl in the movie was hairless. I told Dawn that I thought the girl's pussy was pretty without hair. When we went to bed the next night Dawn's pussy was shaved bald. Not only did I think her pussy was beautiful I licked her to countless orgasms for well over an hour. From that day on she never had hair on her pussy. This was turned around on me, as I had to shave my cock clean, but the wonderful blowjobs I received made it worth the trouble. Now there is a bottle of hair remover under the sink at all times. When I reached her pussy I started to lick all over. But quickly my tongue settled on her clit. I'll never forget the schooling I got on what a woman want's when her pussy is licked. Though I always want to lick the hole to taste her sweet juices, Dawn told me if I wanted to drive her crazy I need to concentrate on her clit. She even pulled back her hood to show me where it was and what it looked like. I know it sounds crazy but I had no idea where it was. I licked her clit till she was moaning almost constantly before I started to suck her clit to bring her over the top. I could tell she was horny as she came quickly giving me a little extra time to bring her off again before I had to turn her around. After a second quick orgasm I turned Dawn so she was facing the wall. I took her perfect butt in my hands. I know I didn't have much experience with other women but somehow I knew Dawn's butt was perfect. Her cheeks were perfectly round firm and oh so soft. After kissing each glob reverently I spread her cheeks as I sunk my tongue into her crack. Dawn loves when I lick her ass and she was moaning sweetly as my tongue slid from the bottom to the top. By the time my tongue was half way into her crack Dawn was pushing her ass back toward my face telling me she was ready for my tongue on her hole. The second my tongue touched her hole Dawn's fingers went to her pussy. I knew she would be cuming once more while I licked her ass hole. So I started to lick while Dawn strummed her little clit. It didn't take long and she was squealing once more as I pierced her hole with my tongue. When her orgasm subsided Dawn told me, "Now baby put your cock in me now." How could I refuse her? I stood up behind Dawn and grabbed the bottle of lube from the soap dish. While out of the direct spray from the showerhead I lubed up my cock and three fingers on my right hand. With deliberate slowness I eased one finger into Dawn's asshole. She mewed softly as my finger entered her. As soon as I had one finger in her Dawn begged for a second then a third. Four was out of the question as it was too hard to maneuver and it was unpleasant for Dawn. But she knew this as well and she knew the hot water was running out. "Now honey give me your cock, fuck my shit chute with you cock." Dawn knows I love it when she talks dirty and I know when she talks dirty she's really turned on and want's to fuck. With practice easy I aimed the head of my cock at Dawn's asshole and pushed the head into her. Dawn gasped as the head force her hole open and a sharp intake of air was hear as the head popped into her. As soon as the head was in her Dawn pushed back to take in more of me, her hand reached back to my hip as she tried to push me in even deeper. I pushed in steadily knowing I was opening her passage as I entered her. As my thigh touched Dawns cheeks she sighed and said, "Now honey ream my asshole. Fuck the shit out of me." I placed my hands on her hips and started fucking her with a nice slow rhythm. But Dawn was in a hurry and soon she was pumping back to get me to go faster. Within a minute or two I was fucking her with every thing I had and my thighs were pounding into her cheeks with a slap that sounded like I was hitting her with my hand. All the time Dawn was telling me to fuck her and to pack her shit. She was really nasty tonight and I knew she was cuming almost constantly. I eased my hand around her hip and found her hand on her pussy as she strummed her clit with her long fingernail. Knowing she wouldn't want me to intrude on her pleasure I lifted my hand to her firm breast. The second my finger touched her rock hard nipple Dawn came violently. She shook like a bowl of jelly and her knees only barely stopped her from falling. While she road out this latest orgasm she screamed. "Cum baby cum in my ass. Fill me with hot cum honey." I didn't try to hold off as I knew our time was short, so when Dawn told me to cum I was right there, ready to fill her. As soon as she felt the first squirt of cum being fired into her Dawn bared down on her anus and squeezed every drop of cum from my balls. I was barely done cuming when Dawn pulled off my cock and spun around with a soapy wash cloth. She took my cock in hand to scrub it clean. At the same time I reached around her and spread her ass cheeks to rinse off her anus. I even open her hole a little to let any cum drain out of her. Once we were as clean as we could get we turned off the shower and stepped out. As we dried each other off Dawn said, "Some day I would like to do that on a bed were we can take our time. We just have figure out a way that isn't so dirty." "Well there must be a way. Those girls in the porn movies don't seem to have that problem. I mean you can watch the guy take his cock right out of her ass and put it in her mouth. I'm sure she would object to that if it had anything on it," I told her as I dried off her back. Dawn went behind me before saying, "You probably right though I don't know how. I read a story the other day about a transsexual that douched her pussy before she let a man fuck her. Now I would assume her pussy is her ass but what would she douche it with. I douche all the time but I don't think it's the same thing." As we left the bathroom I said, "I guess you'll have to do more research on the subject." Dawn laughed as we fell onto the bed in each other's arms. Our lovemaking wasn't done for the night. In fact it was four in the morning before we fell asleep. I woke up to the sound of the phone ringing. When I picked it up it was Pete on the other end asking if I was still coming over. I took a quick look at the alarm clock saw it was eleven o'clock so I said, "Sorry Pete I guess I over slept I'll be there in little while." "Don't worry about it, it's not that big of a deal I just need a few light bulbs change is all. I was just wondering if you were coming before I went out to buy some food," Pete told me. "I'll be there by twelve I promise," I told him before I hung up the phone. "I gather that was Pete is he mad," Dawn asked as she cuddled up to me. "No he just need some lights changed and I guess he can't climb a ladder with that brace on. This shouldn't take too long." "Would it be alright if I come along. After you're done we could do some grocery shopping. Oh dam I have to go to the bathroom." Before I could answer her Dawn jumped out of bed and ran for the bathroom. Dawn hates the morning after anal sex. We're not sure if it's the lube or the cum, but she has to go to the bathroom quite often. I followed her into the bathroom to turn on the shower. We showered together as always and dried. By eleven thirty we were on the road to Pete's house. By ten after twelve Dawn and I were walking up the stairs to Pete's house. Pete had purchased his father's old house when his father like my parents decided to sell their homes and move into new condominiums. My parents said it was because they didn't need the room anymore, but I also knew it was because they wanted to travel and this way they didn't have to worry about keeping up the outside while they were gone. I was sure Pete's father felt the same way, as he still travels extensively for his job. Before I could knock on the door I heard Pete tell us to come in. As soon as I walked into the old house I felt like I was stepping back in time. Very little had changed since the last time I had been in the house. The carpeting was the same, though now it looked more worn out. The walls were the same color but they were dirtier and the furniture was the same. "Brings back old memories doesn't it," Pete asked when he saw me look around. I chuckled and said, "It sure does. It looks like it did when we were kids." "Don't get to use to it. I'm planning on changing everything once I can get around better," Pete told me referring to the brace on his knee. "Once this is off I'll start renovating the place." "It could use some cleaning up but it's not that bad," Dawn told him. Pete chuckled before saying, "It could use a lot of cleaning up not to mention paint. I'll get you two some coffee before we get started." "Just point me toward the kitchen and I'll get the coffee. This way you can show Rich what you want done," Dawn told Pete. After Dawn left for the kitchen Pete told me where the ladder was. Once I had the ladder we went upstairs and started replacing every light that was above six foot from the floor. Dawn came up with the coffee and we chatted as I changed light bulbs. After we were done upstairs we made our way to the first floor and went to work on it. Dawn had excused herself to use the bathroom when Pete asked, "You haven't told her about what you and I did with each other did you?" "No and I would really appreciated if you didn't tell her," I told him. Pete chuckled and said. "I told you then I wouldn't tell anyone and I'll keep my word, but don't you think you should tell her. After all she told you everything she ever did." I thought for a second and said, "I can't, you see Dawn was proud of the things she did I'm not. I'm embarrassed by the thought of what we did together. I can't tell her about it because I know she would see me as a sick bastard." I saw by the look on Pete's face he was hurt and before I could say anything to apologize he said, "I'm sorry buddy I always looked back on that time fondly. I knew that was when we became closer then any two people every had." There was nothing I could say because I was too ashamed of what we had done so long ago. I stood with my eyes averting Pete's while we changed the last of the light bulbs. It was ten minutes later when Dawn came back from the bathroom. Instantly I could see she had been crying because her eyes were rimed in red. Before I could ask if anything was wrong Dawn asked, "Can we go now. I'm sorry Pete but I really need to get home." With out another word Dawn ran out of the house. "You better go Rich she looks really upset," Pete told me. I barely said good bye before I was out of the door running to my car. Dawn was already in the car with the engine running when I reached it. As soon as I got into the passenger side she took off with a squeal of the tires. "Dawn what's wrong," I asked as I tried to put my hand on her shoulder. Dawn ducked her shoulder away and screamed, "Don't touch me. Don't ever touch me again." Dawn drove like a mad woman till we reached our house. I tried to ask her several times what was wrong but she wouldn't answer. When we reached our house she barely put the car in park before she was out of the car and into the house. After I shut the car off and pulled out the keys I followed Dawn into the house. I was pretty sure by this time that Dawn had somehow heard what Pete and I had said to each other. Though we hadn't said what we did I was sure she knew. When I got into the house Dawn was in the bedroom with the door locked. I knocked on the door and said, "Honey tell me what you heard and I'll explain what was said." At first all I heard was banging on the other side of the door then the door open and Dawn said, "I'm not your honey anymore, I'm not your sweetheart or anything else you call me. You are nothing but a fucking liar. Now leave me alone." Dawn slammed the door in my face before I could say anything even though there was nothing to say. Before she closed the door I saw that she had two open suitcases on the bed and both were full of her cloths. I waited outside the bedroom door for close to two hours when Dawn finally open the door. She had a suitcase in each hand as well as her makeup case. Dawn went to go passed me but I put my hands on her arms to stop her. Before I could say anything her knee came up and slammed into my groin. The pain I felt drove me to my knees before Dawn kicked me in the balls a second time. With the breath completely driven from my lungs she said, "I told you not to touch me and I meant it. I'll be back later in the week for the rest of my things. I'll let you know when I'll be here so you can have your lying ass out." I tried to ask her not to go but before I could get the words out of my mouth she was gone. I tried that night and most of the next day to see where she had gone. I was finally told late Sunday that she had gone to her mother's house but I was not allowed to call her. Pete was sympathetic but at the time I was sure he was the reason all this came about. If he hadn't come back Dawn would never had known about my indiscretion. By Tuesday I was a wreck. I had not been sleeping very well and I hadn't eaten much at all if anything. I was told by my boss to pull myself together but I really didn't care. On Wednesday I couldn't go home to that lonely house once more so I went to a bar instead. I started drinking beer but soon turned to straight whiskey. By ten that night I was so wasted I could barely see and when I tried to go to the bathroom I bumped into someone. For some reason instead of apologizing I took a swing at the guy. The next thing I was sure of I was waking up in a jail cell. I heard some one calling my name and at the same time I felt something being jabbed into my side. When I could open my eyes a police officer was standing over me and he was telling me, "Come on buddy your wife is here to bail you out." My head was pounding and I felt like I had slept in the street all night. I barely remembered I was in a bar and I had gotten into a fight. The cop helped me to my feet before he guided me out to where Dawn was waiting. I could tell instantly she was not happy to see me especially under these circumstances. I tried to straighten myself up for her but I'm sure I failed miserably. With out saying a word Dawn signed some papers then pointed toward a door. With out even thinking I started walking toward the door with Dawn right behind me. I spotted Dawn's car as soon as I walked out of the jail. With out being told to I went to her car where she open the door for me to get in. We drove in silence back to our house and once we were there Dawn followed me inside. "You sleep in the guest room and I'll sleep in our bedroom. Tomorrow I'll call your work and tell them you won't be coming in. I think we should have a talk," Dawn told me as she pointed me toward the spare bedroom. It was late the next morning when I woke up. I had gone straight to sleep with out showering or removing my clothes. When I woke I saw that Dawn had put a clean pair of jeans a tee shirt and underwear on the foot of the bed. I silently thanked her as I made my way to the bathroom to shower. Once I was feeling almost like my old self I went looking to see if Dawn was still in the house. To my surprise and delight I found her in the kitchen reading the newspaper. She looked up when she heard me and said, "Oh good you're awake. Sit and I'll make you breakfast, then we need to talk." I took the seat that Dawn had pointed to as she stood and went over to the stove. She was wearing a satin chemise and a matching pair of lilac panties. This was how she normally dressed around the house. It was almost like we were never separated but deep down I knew something was different. First Dawn brought me a cup of coffee before starting on my eggs. When ever she did this before she would always brush her breast up against me or she would kiss me but this time she didn't touch me. She did smile but that was about all she did. When my breakfast was ready Dawn served it to me before sitting down opposite me at the table. She had made me a big breakfast and I was thankful seeing I hadn't eaten much of anything since she left me. Dawn also ate but hers was miniscule compared to mine. When Dawn was finished eating I said. "Thank you for bailing me out last night. I don't know why they called you but I'm glad they did." Dawn wiped her lips with her napkin before saying. "My cell phone number was the first number on your cell phone list. They figured that I must been close to you to get to be number-one. Speaking about last night the bar owner said he wouldn't press charges if you pay for the damages. Seeing you started the fight I think that's only fair." "I don't remember much of the fight in fact I remember very little. All I really remember was the one swing I took and the one he swung at me. Again I'm sorry you had to get involved," I told her I could see Dawn's face brighten with her smile before she said, "Well sweetheart from what I heard that was about all there was to the fight. You were hit on the chin and thrown back about ten feet into two tables and several chairs. You blacked out after that until they woke you up in the jail cell. About calling me I'm glad they did too. I don't think I would want anyone else to come and get you. Beside it reminded how much I love you." I saw this as an opening so I said, "Dawn I love you too more than I loved anything else in my life. I'm sorry you had to find out about Pete and I but it was only him and I never did it with anyone else." Dawn started to laugh before saying, "You really have no idea why I was so angry at you do you. I wasn't mad because you had sex with Pete. Hell you could have had sex with any number of boys before we met and it wouldn't have bothered me in the least. What I was angry about was you lying to me. I was also humiliated knowing that Pete knew about your little tryst and he knew I didn't know anything about it after I bragged that I knew everything about you." "I sorry I lied and humiliated you. If I could make it up to you I would. I'd do anything to make it up to you," I told her and I believed I meant it. Dawn smiled and said, "First you can come clean with what you and Pete did together then we'll discuss how you can make it up to me. Now don't give me a quick story I want details and exactly what you did together." I could tell Dawn was excited about hearing what Pete and I did together by the bumps that were pressing out her silky top. Her nipples were hard little nubs, which was a sure sign she was excited. It started about a week and a half after Pete got out of the hospital. Both his arms were in casts from the elbow to the tips of his fingers. I really felt sorry for him as he could barely eat or even go to the bathroom. By this time in Pete's life he was mostly living at home when his father was away. He still had to report into my mother before he left for school or when he came home. He still ate with us and on some nights he would stay over my house until bedtime, but I think it was because he was lonely. Beside me he was never allowed to have anyone else in his house while his father was away. Pete's dad trusted Pete and as far as Pete was concerned that trust meant everything. He would never do anything to violate that trust. About a week and a half after the accident I walked into the house to see how Pete was making out. I found him on the couch watching TV. I could tell he was in a bad mood so I asked him what was wrong. At first he told me it was nothing but I persisted till he told me, "Man can't you smell me. I haven't had a shower since I've been home." I had smelled the body odor but I didn't say anything so I didn't offend him. Once he had mentioned it I said, "So go take a shower." I should have known it wasn't that easy, as Pete was passionate about his cleanliness. He would take three showers a day and sometimes four. When he lifted his arms he said, "I can't get these wet and even if I put them in plastic bags I can't hold a washcloth. Man this shit sucks." I teasingly said, "So get one of those cute cheerleaders over here to give you a bath I know there has to be a few that would love climbing in the shower with you." Even before I said it I knew there wasn't a chance in hell he would even think about inviting one of them over. "My dad hears about that and I'm sunk. No way am I going to do that." He told me even though we both knew he would if he could. But there was the trust thing again. Pete and I had taken baths together till we were ten years old and though we haven't done it in a long time I knew it was the only way to get him clean. So I went into the kitchen and got a couple of plastic bags and a couple rubber bands before going back into the living room. Pete saw what I had in my hands and asked, "What are those for?" "Well you need a shower and I guess I'll have to give it to you. Now get your clothes off and let's get in the shower." I told him. "Man I'm not getting in the shower with you. I'm not queer," Pete told me defiantly but I also could see his heart wasn't in it. "Look Pete it's either you get your smelly ass in the shower with me or I go tell my mother you haven't take a shower in a week and I'm sure she'll see to it you get one. You know my mother would too." I told him. I'm not sure if he thought I was serious about telling my mother or not but he wasn't taking any chances. "Look Rich we don't tell anyone about this okay," He told me. I chuckled and said, "Oh yea I'm going to tell someone I climbed into the shower with you. Come on dumb shit." Pete reluctantly followed me into the bathroom. I started the shower while he slowly started stripping off his clothes. I could see he had a problem with the buttons on his shirt and once I had my clothes off I helped him with his. By the time I had his socks off and his pants and underwear off Pete's cock had started getting hard. I probably wouldn't have noticed but I was crouched in front of him and I couldn't help but notice how it seemed to throb as it got bigger. I tried to ignore it but I kept sneaking glances at it. Once he was completely hard I realized that he was longer then I was by two inches and almost twice as thick. I started by washing his hair before taking a soapy washcloth and washing his back. I once his upper torso was clean I worked on his ass making sure to get between his cheeks and his butt hole. At first this discussed me but I soon thought nothing of it. I next went to my knees and washed his legs. I only had one place left to wash and that place scared me just a little. I knew I had to wash his balls and between his legs but that wasn't the scary part. What scared me was touching his cock. It wasn't that his cock frightened me, but the thought of taking another man's cock in my hand was a little scary. Pete for the most part seem to ignore what I was doing but I could see by his hard cock it was something that he was enjoying. After I thoroughly washed his balls and between his legs I took his cock in my hand and jerked it a few times with the washcloth. Pete's legs bucketed slightly and he let out a soft moan before he said. "Sorry buddy I didn't mean to do that, it's been a while since I've been able to jerk off." I felt sorry for him seeing I knew what it's like not to be able to jerk off every day. Hell after three days it feels like my balls was going to burst. Knowing how it felt I slowly jerked his cock with the washcloth. I actually thought Pete would stop me but after a few seconds I saw that he wasn't so I picked up the speed a little and gripped his cock a little tighter. It didn't take long before Pete started moaning and I felt him shudder a little when the wash cloth scrapped his cock head. I know I should have been standing when I did this but I wasn't thinking. Since I was on my knees when I washed his cock I was still on them when I started jerking him off. I couldn't take my eyes off the head as my hand worked his cock over. The first thing that surprised me was how red his cock head got. It was so red it looked almost purple. But that wasn't near as surprising as when his cock head seem to get bigger and harder. The third thing that surprised me was how hard he came. Cum shot out of his cock like a canon and landed on my face. I must have open my mouth in surprise as the next load shot into my mouth. The tasted wasn't unpleasant though there was a sharp tangy taste and a slight metal taste to it. I quickly spit it out in case Pete had seen it go into my mouth but it wasn't that bad. Pete shot a few more loads all of them landing on me somewhat. After Pete was done cuming I stood and washed the cum off of me before turning off the shower. I dried Pete off and removed the bags from his arm. Once Pete left the bathroom to get dressed I dried myself off and dressed in my own cloths. It wasn't until I slid on my boxers that I realized I was hard too. I thought about jerking off but I decided not to. I met up with Pete in his living room and for a few seconds neither of us said anything until the phone rang. It was my mother telling us that it was time to eat. Even as we walked over to my house I could still tasted Pete's cum on my tongue. Dinner was as usual in my house. There was a constant conversation going on about what we did all day. Pete was in the best mood I had seen him since he got out of the hospital, but he didn't make eye contact with me. When dinner was over Pete said, "I would really like to help with the dishes but I can't with these casts on my arms." "Don't worry about it you can make up for it after you get them off," My mother told Pete. "I'll do the dishes Pete you go home and rest," I told him. One of us always did the dishes. I would take one night, Pete would take the next and some times we would do them together. Seeing he really couldn't do them I knew after the casts were off he would carry his load and some of mine. Pete stood and said, "Why don't you come over after your done and we can watch a movie. Dad got me a few before he left." It was the first time since the shower that he said anything to me directly. I know I was being self-conscience about what I did and I was looking to see if he thought any different of me. When I looked up to tell him I'd be there as soon as I could I saw that smile on his face that seem to tell me everything was okay. I quickly did the dishes then cleaned up the kitchen before telling my mother I was going over to Pete's. As usual she told me not to stay too late and to behave myself. At sixteen I didn't need her to remind me but that was the way mom was. I went over to Pete's house and sat on the couch along side him. With out saying a word he started the first tape. The movie wasn't that good and half way through it we lost interest in it. Pete finally said, "You know Rich we're close friends, I mean really close." "I know we're like brothers but closer," I told him. Pete stared at the TV screen for a few moments before saying, "I just want to say that what you did earlier was more than I could ever expect from a friend. I mean that was really great giving me that shower and all. Most guys would think it's too queer to do what you did. But you knew it was the only way and you did it with out worrying about anything." I laughed and said, "It was the only way I could get you to stop stinking up the place." Pete laughed to before he stopped the tape we were watching. After replacing the tape with another one he said, "I think my dad gave me the wrong tapes. I'm pretty sure he didn't want me to have this one." I watched the TV as the movie started. The first scene was of a man and a woman lying on a bed together kissing. The action quickly progressed till the couple was naked and the girl was sucking on the man's cock. The man's cock was quite large, bigger than Pete's or mine. This would be my first porn movie and I was surprised that Pete's dad would have a movie like this in his home. So I said, "I can't believe your dad rented this movie, do you think he knows what kind of tape it was?" Pete showed me the tape's box and said, "I think that's why he has a VCR in his bedroom. I'm sure he watches them when he's home. You know my dad's never one to go out when he's home and I think he uses these when he's horny. I think this was one he meant to put away but he wound up giving it to me. I know he has a box of them in his closet, but I would never take one." I knew it was the trust thing again but I had to ask, "If you wouldn't take one from the box why would you watch this one?" Pete chuckled and said, "I know he would be upset with me if I went into his closet and took one but he can't fault me for being curious when he handed it to me." When I realized what he was saying I laughed along with him. We watched the movies while two girls did each other and I could see Pete was as excited as I was about seeing it. We had heard about lesbianism but either of us had seen anything like what we were watching. I knew my cock was rock hard by what I was watching and when I quickly glance over to Pete's crotch I saw he was tenting his jeans as well. When the scene ended Pete stopped the tape and said, "Man that was hot. I knew some girls did each other but I never thought to could be that sexy." "I know what you mean," I told him. Pete stood and said, "I'll be right back, I need to change, these pants are too tight." I knew what he meant as my jean were also tight in the crotch seeing my cock was rock hard. But I didn't have the option to change. About ten minutes later Pete came back wearing a pair of pajama bottoms and a tee shirt. He sat back down on the couch next to me and stared the movies once more. The next scene was of a different girl and another guy making out. It soon progressed into another scene where the guy was licking the girl's pussy. For some reason it wasn't as exciting as it was when the two girls did each other. Half way through the scene Pete asked, "Have you ever licked a girl like that." "Once," I told him. "Really who let you do it," Pete asked excitedly. "You remember Amber Johnson. We went out together last summer. One afternoon we were over her house and her parents were at work. We were making out pretty heavy when she pulled my cock out and started to blow me. It was the first time any girl ever did that and I loved her mouth on my cock. She wouldn't let me cum in her mouth and she stopped just short of letting my cum when she asked me to do her. "You could imagine I had no idea what to do, hell I never even seen a pussy up close until that day. All I ever done was stick my finger into one up to the point. I guess Amber realized I didn't know what to do so she pulled off her shorts and her panties then she pulled my head down between her legs and told me to lick her slit." Pete stopped the tape and said, "Man didn't it smell bad. Ruby Matthews wanted me to lick her pussy, but it smelt like fish. I almost puked just getting close to it." "I heard that from a lot of guys but Amber didn't smell like that at all. At first she smelt like flowers, you know like soap. When her pussy became wet she smelt even better. When I first licked her pussy it didn't taste like anything, but after she started moaning she tasted tangy and slightly tart. I loved her taste and she told me I made orgasm with my tongue. After a while she pulled my head away and pushed me on my back so she could sit on my face while she sucked my cock. I came in her mouth that time and almost every day that summer until she moved away." "I remember that. I thought you were going to cry the day she left. I guess I can see why," Pete told me. I remember that day very well and I think I did cry. Pete thought for a minute and said. "After Ruby I never tried it again maybe I should try it again seeing you liked it so much. Maybe they all don't smell that bad." I laughed and said, "You have to remember Ruby was a scank and most times she smelt like sweat. Amber never smelt that way. Beside Ruby would let anyone fuck her. I was Amber's first." "And she was your first bud. You popped each other's cherry," Pete told me laughing. I laughed too, knowing he was telling the truth. We settled back down and Pete started the tape again. The girl that had just been licked was now blowing the guy that licked her. Again it was another large cock and the girl seemed to have no problem sucking that monster. Pete snorted and said, "I wish I could find a girl like that. She really seems to enjoy sucking cock. Every girl that sucked my cock acted like it was a chore." After Pete said that I though back on Amber again. She acted like it was a chore at first, but once I licked her pussy in return she seemed to enjoy sucking my cock a lot more. I was shocked out of my thoughts of Amber when Pete said, "Have you ever wanted to suck another guy's cock like she's doing?" At first I wasn't sure if I had heard correctly but I quickly realized Pete had said what I though he had. "No, I never though of doing that," I told him. "I have. I don't mean I would do just anybody, but a good friend I might. I've thought about what it would feel like to have a cock in my mouth and some day I would like to try it," Pete told me, though he looked like he was talking to himself. I realized that Pete told me something he would only tell his best friend. Someone he knew he could trust not to tell anyone else. He knew I wouldn't tell any one what he had just said. I also wondered if he wanted to suck me off. The thought of having Pete's lips around my cock never occurred to me, but I couldn't say it wasn't an unpleasant thought. I also knew I would have to reciprocate and I wasn't sure I wanted to do that. Then again if you had asked earlier today if I would get into a shower with him and after scrubbing him clean would I jerk him off. I would probable have said no way, but I did it and in the end it wasn't that bad. I even had his cum in my mouth and that wasn't too bad. When I brought my attention back to Pete he was once more watching the porn tape. By this time the girl was on her back and the guy was pounding her pussy. She was squealing and tell the guy to fuck her harder and deeper. I never heard any girl use the words she was using. When I looked over to Pete his cock was tenting his pajama bottoms and he was rubbing his cast on his right hand over his cock. I could see the frustration on his face from not being able to use his hand. I knew I had to do something to help him with his problem. At the time, I wanted to think that I didn't realize what I was doing but in all actuality I knew precisely what I was doing. With out saying a word I reached over with my right hand and laid it on top of his bulge. If Pete had expected it I don't know but he moved his hand out of the way and allowed me to squeeze his cock for him. With in a few minutes I had his cock out of his pajamas and I was stroking it like I would have done to my own as we watched the next scene of the movie start. It was another oral sex scene and I was soon watching as a girl was giving an expert blowjob to another well-endowed man. While I watched the girl sucking the guy's cock I thought how easy it looked. It didn't look that hard as all she seem to do was run her lips up and down his cock kind of like I was doing with my hand. The only thing that looked hard was how she got so much of his cock in her small mouth. I then turned and looked at Pete's cock and I wondered how it would feel in my mouth. In my hand it felt hard and quite warm, but also it felt soft. The head seemed rather large and it seemed to shine in the light from the TV screen. I don't think I made a conscious decision to take his cock in my mouth, but I knew I was going to do it, if only just to try and see how it felt. Without saying a word to Pete I leaned over and took the head into my mouth. I felt Pete jumped with surprise and instantly he settled down as I ran my tongue around the head of his cock. With the head of my best friend's cock in my mouth I realized that it wasn't hard at all. In fact the head was rather soft almost like velvet. As my tongue swirled around the head I heard Pete moan deeply and he shifted his body so he was more relaxed. Now that I had his cock in my mouth I wondered what I was suppose to do with it. Sucking came to mind but how. I remember how Amber had done it and I slowly worked my lips down his cock till it seemed to fill my mouth. Once I had all I could handle I sucked in as I lifted my head. I continued to suck until the head came out of my mouth with a pop. I looked up at Pete and asked, "Are you okay with this?" Through glazed eyes he said, "I'm fine with it, you don't have to continue if you don't want to." I didn't answer. Instead I took the head back into my mouth. At first I was surprised by how good his cock felt in my mouth. And I also liked it every time Pete would moan when I sucked hard on his cock. I soon had a rhythm going and each time I pushed down on his cock I took in a little more. With in a few minutes I had Pete moaning almost constantly and I noticed a little goo coming out of the head of his cock. At first I thought it was cum but the tasted wasn't the same as it was in the shower. I later learned that it was his precum I had tasted As I tried to take in more and more of his cock I soon hit the back of my throat. I remembered guys talking about deep throating and how their girlfriend couldn't do it. I wanted to try it to see if it was as difficult as they said. I pushed down on his cock and I felt the head force open my throat. Instantly I felt my gag reflex kick in and I dam near threw up on the spot. Knowing I couldn't do it I quickly backed off and got my stomach under control. I continued to suck his cock for a few minutes more before I could feel Pete's cock get bigger in my mouth. At the same time I heard Pete warn me he was going to cum and I should pull off. Seeing I had already tasted his cum once I knew how it tasted. For some reason I wanted to see this through I wanted to go all the way until Pete came in my mouth. But also I didn't want to take his cock out of my mouth. I liked how it felt and at that point I wanted to keep it in my mouth forever. It was really odd how comfortable I felt with it in my mouth. With in seconds I heard Pete groan deeply and in the next heartbeat I felt the first hot splash of thick cum land on my tongue. That one was followed by a second then a third load, which filled my mouth to almost over flowing. I swallowed down as a forth and a fifth load fired out of his cock. I swallowed again before his cock could squirt out more of his thick seed. When Pete finally stopped cuming I continued to suck on his cock to drain out any cum that was left in his cock. Only when he started to go soft did I finally let his cock slip from my mouth. The excitement I had felt during this intimate act wore off as quickly as Pete's hard on and quilt quickly took its place. I felt guilty because I enjoyed sucking cock and because I loved making Pete feel so good. I also feared what Pete would think of me now that I was a cock-sucking fag. As soon as I pulled away from Pete I got up to leave but Pete stopped me by saying, "Where are you going?" I stood in front of him and said, "We're done I should be getting home." Pete tried to take my hand in his but the cast wouldn't allow it so he said, "It's only eight o'clock, you still have a few hours before your mother will call. Come over here and let me do you now." "You don't have to do me because I did you," I told him. I didn't want him to feel obligated. "I don't want to do you because you did me. I want to do you because I always wanted to. I told you I've thought about sucking someone's cock for a long time now and it was always you I thought of. Now please take off your pants so I can suck our cock." Knowing he wanted to suck my cock seemed to make everything better. Within seconds I was lying on the couch in only my shirt and Pete was slowly licking my cock from the head down to my hairy balls. Due to all the excitement during the day I didn't last long and all too quickly I came in Pete's mouth. We finished watching the porn tape and before I went home to bed Pete and I sucked each other off a second time. We continued this sort of thing for the next three months till Pete had his casts removed. While I told this story to my wife I couldn't look at her. Once I was finished I looked up expecting to see disgust in her eyes, but there was none. All I saw was a smile on her face. Dawn took my hand in hers and said, "Was that it you two only sucked each other's cock? Did either of you fuck the other?" I shook my head no and said. "As far as I was concern that never entered my head and Pete never brought it up." "You two only did it for three months what happen after that?" Dawn asked. "I met Stephanie and we started dating. Pete's casts came off and he went back to banging any girl he could get. That summer Pete went to college early for football and I went in September. Except for Christmas and spring breaks we barely saw each other." Dawn came over and sat on my lap before kissing me deeply and passionately. When the kiss ended she said, "I really don't understand why you lied about that. You knew I was very open minded and you should have know I would understand how two boy could find pleasure in each other." "I'm sorry I lied. I didn't want you to see me as less of a man because of that," I told her almost in tears. Dawn kissed my cheek and said. "Honey I would never think less of you because you enjoyed sucking cock. But I did lose respect for you because you lied to me. You also lost my trust and that you will have to earn back and of cause you will have to be humiliated like I was." At this point I didn't care what Dawn wanted as long as she was willing to take me back. I would soon find out that earning her respect and her trust would not come easy. Also the humiliation she felt would come back on me tenfold. Dawn kissed me some more and when I thought we would soon be going into the bedroom for some wonderful love making Dawn hit with her first order. "From this moment on until our anniversary you will do everything I tell you to do. I don't want to hear any complaints or any arguing. You will wear what I want you to wear. Just like I wore things because you liked how I looked in them you will wear things because I say so. Do you have any questions so far." "What about going to work, your not going to make me wear something that will humiliate me at work will you," I asked not sure how far she was willing to take this. "No my love when you leave here for work you will look like you always do. But that will be the only thing in your life will not be controlled by me for the most part. Since I had to do all the cleaning in the house you will be doing that until your punishment period is over. You will cook and clean just like I did and you will perform sexually like I did. That means I expect some oral sex without any concern for your pleasure just like I did for you. I will be taking the dominant role in our sex life and you will make yourself available to me when I want it. Do you have any question?" Our anniversary was in six weeks and we had planed on going away for the week before hand to celebrate. So I asked, "What happens after our anniversary? Dawn kissed me once more and said. "That my love will be up to you. Over the next six weeks we will do things that we never did before. Some of the things I have in mind you may like and some I'm sure you won't. On the day before our anniversary you will tell me honestly what you liked and what you didn't. Also you will have the option to divorce me if you so chose. Of cause you could leave anytime between now and then, but if you do I will make your life hell. After our anniversary the divorce will be amicable and we will split everything up equally. I really don't see that happening but it is an option." I was shocked by how easily she tossed the word divorce around. I would never think of divorcing her. I was pretty sure she wouldn't do anything that could even make me consider divorcing her no matter how mad she was about what I did. She asked if I had any more questions, which I told her I didn't. She then said, "I have some shopping to do while I'm gone I want you to take the hair remover and cover every inch of you body from the neck down with it. When I get back I don't want to see a single hair anywhere on you except on your head. When you're done with that you can start cleaning this house. I want it as clean as it was before I left. Dawn went to get dressed while I started applying the hair remover. By the time I had myself cover with the thick blue-green liquid Dawn was all ready gone. I waited the ten minutes the instruction on the bottle told me to wait before I jumped into the shower. It took a while before I was able to remove all the hair-remover from every inch of my body. I had even made sure to get my bottom, as Dawn had complained at one time that I had a hairy ass. When I walked into the bedroom to get dressed I found on the bed a note from Dawn and a small pile of her clothes. At least I thought they were hers. The note said, "Dear Rich I want you to wear the clothes you find on the bed. Don't disappoint me on the first day of your punishment by disobeying me. When you are dressed I want you to strip and remake the bed then you can dust and vacuum the carpet in the bedroom. After my bedroom is clean you can clean the spare bedroom and then the kitchen. Don't forget to start the laundry." When I saw what Dawn had left me for clothes I thought she had lost her mind. On the bed I found a pair of stockings, a pair of her four-inch heels, a garter belt, a pair of red satin panties and a matching red satin camisole. I was almost sure these were her clothes and I was also sure I wouldn't fit in them. I may only be a few inches taller than Dawn is, but I weigh quite a bit more and I was positive I couldn't fit in any of her clothes though I never tried any of them on. Knowing what kind of mood Dawn was in, I figured I would at least try to wear the clothes she left. I was pretty sure the stockings would fit, as they would stretch quite a bit, so I put them on first. I was quite surprised at how good the stocking felt as I pulled them up my legs. It was like nothing I ever felt before. By the time I had both stockings on my cock was rock hard. I was a little confused by this but I didn't dwell on it as I had a lot of work to do before Dawn came home. I had watched Dawn get dressed for work or when we went out and I knew the garter belt came next. This was so I could pull off the panties if I had to go to the bathroom and not have to worry about the garters. I was surprised that the garter belt fit nicely around my waist. I thought it would be too tight but it seemed to be the right size. When I pulled on the panties I saw they fit too which surprised me, as I knew Dawn's panties would never fit me. The camisole also fit loosely around my chest but it didn't come close to covering my panties or the head of my stiff cock that stuck out of the top of the panties. The lace waistband of the panties rubbed my cock, which didn't help my aroused condition. I looked at the heels that she wanted me to wear. They looked brand new, as the soles didn't have the slightest bit of wear on them. They were red to match the panties, garter belt and the camisole I was wearing. They were sandal type, with three straps that went over the instep and two that went around my ankle. The heel was four inches long and looked like a slender spike. By this time I was not surprised that they fit but I wasn't sure why because I knew for a fact Dawn's feet were tiny compared to my larger one. Though my feet were small for a man, only a size eight they were a lot bigger than the size five that Dawn wore. The shoes fit perfectly and for the most part they were quite comfortable, that was until I tried to stand. When I stood it felt like all my weight was shifted forward and I had to force myself back to keep from tipping over. My leg muscles strained to keep me up right and they started to ache almost instantly because of the unaccustomed strain I was putting on them. Walking in the heels was a balancing act, as I had to virtually tip toe around. I also had to take small steps so as not to throw myself off balance. By the time I was able to walk in the heels I had already wasted an hour. As quickly as I could I stripped the bed of the sheets and made it with fresh linen. Before I started dusting I brought all the discarded clothing to the laundry room. One thing my mother did teach Pete and I was how to do laundry. I quickly sorted the clothes and started the washer. On the way back to the bedroom I picked up the vacuum and the furniture polish. In a little over an hour I had both bedrooms done and I had cleaned both bathrooms. After changing loads in the laundry I started on the kitchen. The kitchen wasn't that bad seeing while Dawn was gone I didn't eat much and when I did it was usually at a fast food restaurant. I made fast work of the dishes from this morning before wiping down all the counter tops and the mopping the floor. Seeing Dawn still wasn't back I started on the living room. It too was pretty clean so all I did was dust and started vacuuming. While I was vacuuming I heard Dawn call my name and when I turned to look I saw a flash from a camera. Dawn had come into the house with out me hearing due to the noise the vacuum was making. I was taken totally by surprise when she took my picture. She then giggled while saying, "Just a memento for our scrap book." Dawn took one more picture before she scooped up the bags that lay at her feet. She then blew me a kiss and went into the bedroom closing the door behind her. I had no idea what she was up to but that look in her eyes told me she was quite horny. I've seen that look many times before and I knew I would have to pace myself to keep up with her. She was definitely sending mixed signals. After I finished the living room I checked the laundry and folded anything that I didn't put on hangers. I took what clothes I could and made my way to the bedroom. I found the door locked once more and I gently knocked on it. I hear Dawn tell me she would be a second then I heard some drawers closing before Dawn open the door for me. "I have some clothes to put away," I told her as I showed her the clothes. "Come in sweetie," She told me. I walked into the room but nothing seemed out of place. I went straight to my dresser to put away some of my clothes. When I open my underwear draw I saw it was filled with different colored panties, bras, camisoles and other articles of female undergarments. Before I could say anything Dawn kicked a box over to me and said, "Your male underwear belongs in that box. For the next six weeks you will wear only female undies. You can keep your dress socks but that is all." "You said you wouldn't humiliate me at work. I can't wear female underwear at work," I told her. Dawn took a defiant stance and said, "No matter what you wear on the outside you will wear panties stockings a garter belt and a camisole or a chemise under your clothes." I was shocked she would even suggest such a thing so I said, "What if someone see what I'm wearing I would be ruined?" Dawn laughed and said, "For god sakes Rich you wear a suite to work every day who is going to see what you have on under your clothes. The only way they would know is if you took off your clothes. Or your having an affair and you don't even want to know what would happen to you if I found out you are." "No I'm not having an affair." I told her quickly before I asked, "Why are you making me wear these clothes?" "It's very simple sweetie." She told me as she counted off the reason with her fingers. "First when I wanted to wear cotton underwear, which is cooler and more comfortable, you told me I look better in satin and lace. So I threw out my cotton underwear and only wore satin and lace for my husband. Secondly you didn't want me wearing pantyhose because you thought I looked better in stockings and garters. This one I will concede as stockings and garters are cooler than pantyhose and when I have to go to the bathroom it's a lot easier. Third you liked me in heels so you wear heels all the time in the house. I'm doing this because I want you to realize what I go through to please you. Also I want you to be reminded who controls you and what you did to put yourself in this position." Dawn walked over to me and pinched the head of my cock, which had been hard since I put on the stockings three hours ago. "Obviously you are turned on by wearing these clothes too. Has your cock been hard all afternoon," Dawn asked. I wanted to say no because I knew it was perverted to be excited wearing women's underwear but I learned my lesson I wouldn't lie to Dawn again. Humbly I said yes. "I thought so. I'll tell you this; it turns me on to see you in these clothes too. Not all the time as I love you as my man but once in a while I would love to make love to you while your dressed up like this. I've thought about it for sometime now, ever since I read those stories about women turning their husbands into shemales. I bought these clothes for you a couple of months ago but I never had the nerve to ask you to wear them for me. Now come over to the bed and let me show you how turned on I am." I followed Dawn over to the bed and watched as she shimmied out of her tight jeans. Once her jeans were off she pushed me down to my knees and sat on the bed in front of me. I could see the crotch of her panties and they were soaked through with her juices. Dawn pulled my head toward her crotch and said, "Come on baby lick my wet panties. My pussy has been dripping since you told me about how you sucked Peter's cock this morning. And the whole time I was shopping I couldn't stop thinking about you wearing your new scanties." I didn't waste any time as I started literally sucking her juices out of her wet satin panties. I always love when she wore satin and it felt so smooth but now that they were wet they felt even better on my face. Wet wasn't the word I would have used to describe her panties they were positively dripping with her essence. And her smell was intoxicating. Instead of licking her pussy like I would normally do I sucked her cream out of the panties till there was nothing left of her flavor in the satin. Once her flavor was gone I dam near ripped her panties off of her to get at her heavenly slit. Dawn was quite excited as I started to lick her slit she grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face into her pussy. She started rocking her hips and in seconds she was screaming that she was cuming. She nearly drowned me in her juices before she released her grip and went limp. I wasn't finished as I started licking her over and over till she was once more at heaven's gate. I then sucked her clit for all I was worth and she once more came violently on my mouth. For a second time her cum seemed to literally gush out of her. I knew Dawn came hard and she was always very wet but this time it was different. This time it seemed like she was peeing but her fluid wasn't pee. It tasted just like her cum but there was so much of it. I tried to lick her clit some more to get her to cum again but Dawn pushed my head away and said. "No please, no more for now, I feel drained. Go back to your cleaning until I call you." Dawn never treated me like that before. Usually after I licked her she would suck me off or I would fuck her but I was never pushed away like this. Dejectedly I got up from the floor and made my way back to the kitchen It really hurt me that she treated me like this and I couldn't understand why she did this. It took a few minutes before I realized what she was doing. So many times she would come in to the den where I would be at the computer or in to the living room where I would be watching a game on TV. She would get on her knees and playfully take my cock out of my pants and give me a blowjob. After which she would go back to what she was doing before. I realized she was having me do what she had done so often. After I dusted and polished all the furniture in the dinning room I had nothing else to do. I had cleaned the whole house and except for the laundry I was done. I tried to think what else Dawn would have done on a day like this but nothing came to mind. As I took another load of clothes to the bedroom Dawn said, "Oh good I was just going to call you. Come here and sit at my make up table." Dawn had not put on her jeans again but she did put on a pair of tap pants. Once I was seated at her make up table she came over and sat on my lap facing me. Dawn kissed me a few times before saying. "Except for when I get out of the shower have you ever seen me with out makeup on." I told her no. "That's because I always make sure I look as pretty as I can for my husband. Now I want you to look as pretty as you can for me. It's only fair now that you're going to be the wife for the next six weeks." Dawn started by plucking my eyebrows I though this was going to far until she said, "Don't worry my pet I won't do anything that is noticeable. I just want to get some of these stray hairs. With you blond hair no one would ever notice. Besides male models and actors have their eyebrows shaped all the time." After she was done plucking my eyebrows she showed me what they looked like in the mirror. I honestly couldn't see what she had done. She then had me hold a mirror while she started working on my makeup. She explained what she was doing and what she was using. After she had one eye done she had me do the other. I tried to copy what she had done to the other eye but I couldn't duplicate it. She had me clean off the make up on both eyes before I could start again. I never knew putting on make up was so difficult and Dawn made it look so easy. After an hour I was able to make my eyes look some what like the way Dawn had done it so she moved on to the other aspects of makeup. The rest was fairly easy compared to what I had to do with my eyes but in the end I was able to do a half way decent job of it. After my makeup lesson was over Dawn asked, "What have you planed for dinner?" After telling her I had forgotten about dinner she said. "That's okay your still learning. By the way I called Pete and told him we had to cancel dinner with him for tomorrow. But I did invite him over on Saturday for dinner. So make sure you have something planed." I never learned to cook anything more then hotdogs or hamburgers. I told this to Dawn and she said, "We'll get out my cook books and find something that not to hard for you to cook." "I'm going to be dressed like a man when he comes over aren't I," I asked but I knew that wasn't going to be the case. Dawn smiled at me and said, "Don't worry my love I have the perfect outfit picked out for you. I'm sure Peter will love you in it. Even if he doesn't I will love you in it." Dawn and I kissed again and this time I felt like I was being kissed. Dawn's lips were forceful and her tongue snaked its way in to my mouth. At the same time her breast rubbed up against my chest and I could feel her hard nipples almost digging into my chest. I also felt her pussy grind up against my cock, which was still as hard as it had been all day. When Dawn pulled her lips from mine she said. "Mm that was nice. Oh I forgot to tell you I found out what the girls in the porn movies do before they do an anal scene. Actually it was a tranny that told me but I'm sure it'll work for anyone. Would you like to see." I wasn't sure if she was offering me anal sex or not but I was willing to go along with her in case she was. When I told her I like to see she said, "I'll order a pizza for dinner and then I show you what I learned." Dawn walked over to the phone and ordered the pizza before she came back over to me took my hand and walked me into the bathroom. On the bathroom vanity was a bag made of very thick clear plastic. There was a strap at the top of the bag that could be used to hold the bag to a hook. At the bottom of the bag was a long clear plastic tube that had an odd shaped fitting at the end. There was also a valve like device half way down the tubing. Dawn took the bag and started filling it with warm water as she said. "This is an enema bag. The tranny told me that to get real clean you should have between three and four enemas. As you can see I have to fill it with about a quart of warm water and a little soap. Now bend over the counter and I'll show you how it's done." When Dawn had said you, I though she was talking in general terms, but I now knew she meant me as in you and I couldn't understand why I had to do it. No one was going to have anal sex with me. "Why do I have to do it. You're the one on the receiving end." Right away I could see Dawn didn't like that I questioned her. "You're the wife for the next six weeks. You know how I always douche to make sure I'm clean for you I want you to do it so you're clean for me." Dawn told me. Even though I could see Dawn was upset I still didn't understand why I had to do it so I said. "I still don't see why I need this." Obviously Dawn was not going to allow me to questioned her instruction as the next second I found my right arm bent behind my back and her left hand grabbed a hand full of my hair. Before I could even react I was propelled back into the bedroom and pushed face down on the bed. Dawn was instantly sitting on my back holding me in place. Then I felt something cold and metallic ratchet closed around my right wrist. I knew instantly Dawn had used a pair of handcuff on me, but where they came from I had no idea. We never played this sort of game before. Before I could ask what she was doing Dawn grabbed another hand full of hair from the top of my head and pulled back sharply so my head came off the bed. This caused my mouth to open and the next second I felt something large and round being pushed into my mouth. She then pushed my head back down onto the bed to hold the ball in place while she secured the straps around the back of my head. When I was bound and gagged Dawn eased off me while saying. "Don't move while I get my paddle you lying bitch." Dawn walked over to the walk in closet. When she came out she was carrying what looked like a very large Ping-Pong paddle. Once Dawn was kneeling on the bed along side me she said. "I though you understood I was the one in charge here. I though you understood my orders where to be carried out with out question. After I saw that you didn't question anything I told you I thought I wouldn't get a chance to use my new toys. Apparently I was wrong on all three. So I guess not only will I get to use my new toys on you but I can reinforce my orders as well." With out warning the paddle came down and slammed into my right ass cheek so hard a scream leaped from my throat only to be muffled by the ball gag. My cheek stung so much it caused tears to come to my eyes. But it didn't end there as I then felt the paddle on my left cheek just as hard if not harder. Dawn went on to tell me what a low life lying bastard I was and how she hated herself for loving me so much. All the time she was saying this she pummeled my ass cheeks with blow after blow from the paddle. How long it lasted I couldn't tell you all I remember was the pain seemed to fill every pore of my being. In the end my face was soaked with sweat and tears as I cried so hard from the pain. I know I begged her to stop and I promised her anything, but she couldn't hear me through the gag. Once she had grown weary enough to stop she threw the paddle to the side and asked. "Now are you ready to have your pussy cleaned out?" I nodded my head. "And you will do as you are told from now on?" Again I nodded my head." Dawn got off the bed and helped me to role over. The instant my ass touched the bed red hot pain shot through me and I screamed into the gag. If it had any affect on Dawn it didn't show in her face as she pulled on my still handcuffed arms to get me in a standing position. Once back in the bathroom Dawn bent me over the counter top and pushed the nozzle from the enema bag into my anus. Seeing she didn't use any lubricant there was considerable pain, as my sphincter was wedged open. Once the tip was in I heard a click and the next second I felt the soapy water start to enter me. Though she had used warm water when she made up the enema it had cooled while she had beat my ass. With in a few minutes I started feeling full and my stomach started to cramp up. I really felt like I couldn't take anymore of the fluid when I heard the doorbell ring. Dawn patted my back and gently said. "That should be the delivery man with our pizza. Since your busy I get the door. Now you stay right here and don't do anything, I'll be right back." I wanted to scream for her to stop the enema but I couldn't, seeing I was still gag and bound. Dawn patted my back once more and left the bathroom. Once she was gone I looked up and saw the enema bag was still half full and I couldn't see how I could take the rest of it without bursting at the seams. I expected Dawn to come right back but after a few minutes I realized that she taking her time. I slowly watched as the enema drained out of the bag and once it was empty Dawn still didn't come back. The cramps were terrible and I couldn't stay in one place as I felt like I was going to relieve myself at any second. I knew I couldn't do this, as the mess would have been disgusting. Only when I didn't think I could hold it any longer Dawn came back into the bathroom. She helped me to stand upright but the pain from the cramps forced me to bend over. Once I was seated on the commode Dawn put on a pair of rubber gloves reached between my legs with her right hand and yanked the nozzle out of my ass. Instantly the enema left me with a gush and the smell was awful. Once I was drained Dawn asked. "If I take off the handcuffs and the ball gag do you thing you can give yourself two more enemas with out complaining or argument?" I nodded my head yes. Dawn released me and left the bathroom. I gave myself two more enemas before cleaning up the mess. I also clean up myself and washed my face to remove the streaks of makeup. When I walked back into the bedroom Dawn was waiting for me holding a pair of white lace French cut panties a white lace garter belt and what looked like a white corset covered in white lace. The corset looked like the one I had bought her that she only wore once. She hated it and refused to wear it again. Dawn tossed me the panties and the garter belt and told me to change. I didn't hesitate as I quickly changed. Once my panties and garter belt were changed and my camisole was discarded Dawn came over to me and put the corset around my torso while she asked. "You know why I putting this on you don't you?" "Because I asked you to wear one." I told her. "Not only did you ask me to wear it but you asked me to wear it the night we went to a party. I can't tell you how uncomfortable it was wearing it all night. To understand what I went through you will wear it all night tonight and all weekend and believe me I don't want to hear any complaints," Dawn told me as she started pulling the drawstrings tight. This corset minimized the breast and seeing I didn't have any it pulled tightly around my chest and stomach. When Dawn was done I couldn't breath very deeply and I also couldn't bend over to well. It felt like my stomach and chest was being squeezed in a press. After the corset was on Dawn told me to fix my make up then meet her in the kitchen for dinner. When my make up was back on I went to the kitchen to find Dawn. She was siting at the table with a bottle of wine and two glasses. I was told to sit and when I did pain shot up from my bottom, which caused me to groan. I could see what looked like pity in Dawn's eyes when she said, "I'm sorry I over did it with the paddle. I guess you can say I still have issues. I can't say it won't happen again but I'll try to control myself." "I guess I have only myself to blame. I should have told you the truth back before we were married." I told her. Dawn poured the wine filling both glasses and slid the pizza toward me while saying, "That would have been better. You can't imagine how I felt when I found out the one man I loved more than anything else lied to me. And not only did he lie to me but his best friend knew I was lied to when I bragged about knowing everything about you. And it was worse when I had to tell my sisters that you lied to me, that is why I left you. They told me they knew there was something you weren't telling me because you accepted my wanton past to easily. And that was coming from my sister Beth who is a bigger slut than I was." I cringed at the thought of her two sisters knowing what I had done with Pete. I had hoped that Dawn wouldn't tell them. So I asked. "Did you tell them what I lied about." I could tell from Dawn's eyes that she didn't like the question. If she wanted to tell them she would. Dawn thought for a second and said. "I haven't told them yet. But you know as well as I do, I will have to tell them one day. I will want you with me when I do tell them. I want you to feel the humiliation when I tell them you lied about having a male lover before you met me." Just the thought that her sisters were going to find out about what Pete and I did was more that I could handle. But to have to stand there in front of them when they found out would be the most humiliating thing I ever had to do. When I thought that had to be the most humiliating thing I would have to do till Dawn said, "Tomorrow on you way home from the office will you please pick up some Chinese's food for dinner. Once you get home I want you to take off you male clothes. When I get home I'll teach you how to put on nail extensions and polish for the weekend." I knew right away, because of the nails that Saturday Pete would see me dressed as a woman. I only had one slice of pizza and half a glass of wine before I felt full. I knew it was because the corset so tight. When Dawn saw I was done eating she said, "Let's go watch a movie. I rented one I've wanted to see for a long time, but I was afraid you would object to the subject." Dawn always rented movies I liked to watch when it came to porn. She liked them too and I never knew she wanted something different then what we normally watched. Dawn and I went into the living room where we keep the big screen TV. After sliding a DVD into the player she sat down on the couch and invited me to sit down alongside her. The movie started out differently than most of the other movies we watched. This one started with a woman arguing with her supposed husband about his wearing her clothes. The man denied it but when she showed him cum stains on her panties he had to admit he had worn them. Once he admitted he had worn them his wife started change him into a shemale. Once she had him denuded and in girl's clothes with makeup she took him to bed and fucked him with a strap on dildo. A little later in the movie she had him service anther man who turned out to be his wife's lover. They heaped ridicule on him and humiliated him in front of his friends. While I watched the movie I saw similarities between what they did to the man in the movie and what Dawn was doing to me. Except for the sexual parts it was very close to what I was doing. Once the movie was over I asked. "Dawn you don't have a lover do you." The look on Dawn's face told me she had no idea why I would ask such a question and it also told me that Dawn wasn't seeing any one on the side. "Honey why would you ask me that? Have I ever given you reason to think I was sleeping with someone else?" Dawn never did. She was always home right after work and she never went out unless we went out together. So I said, "No but this movie looks too much like what we are doing." Dawn though for a minute and said, "I guess it did in the beginning but I don't have a lover I want to share you with. I won't lie, I do get turned on by seeing you dress like you are. I also get turned on by the though of you sucking off another man while dress like a women. But it's only a fantasy I have and not some master plan I'm trying to implement. Honey I would never cheat on you. You are more than enough man for me. You've learned what I like and you've learned how to control your orgasm till I'm fully satisfied. Besides the sexual side you are a perfect husband." I felt over whelming relief and pride in what she told me, but I had to ask, "So you would never want another man?" This time Dawn thought for a longer period before saying, "Rich you know I never ever lied to you and I won't lie to you now. I told you I would never cheat on you because that's the same as lying. But if you're asking me if I would like have sex with another man or women I'd have to say yes. I would like to but only with your permission." "You mean if I told you it was okay to make love to another man you would," I asked slightly dumb founded. Dawn giggled and said, "Well I would never make love to anyone that wasn't you, but if you said I could fuck him and I was attracted to him I probably would." If you had asked me if I thought her answer was shocking I would have to say no. I knew that Dawn knew the difference between loving and fucking. To her fucking was something you did strictly for the sex and the pleasure you got out of it. Making love was different and most of the time it was so much better. But to think I would ever give her permission to have sex with anyone else was incomprehensible. Before I could say anything else Dawn took my hand and said, "Come on lets go to bed so I can show you a few new things I bought today." I followed Dawn into the bedroom but I was very leery after the paddle incident. As soon as we got into the bedroom Dawn led me over the bed and started kissing me. With in seconds she had me on the bed on my back and her kisses told me that we were going to make love, but her kisses were slightly different. Instead of being soft and submissive like normal they were harder and she was controlling the action. After we kissed for a long time Dawn pulled her lips from mine and said. "Honey the way we're going to make love to night will be like nothing either of us had tried before." Dawn reached over to the end of the headboard and pulled up on a chain that was attached to a wrist cuff. She took my left hand and wrapped the cuff around my wrist while saying. "Now I don't want you getting scared. I don't want to hurt you and I'm only doing this to make sure you don't try to get away from me." Dawn then took another wrist cuff from the other side of the headboard and after securing my other arm in it she continued. "I think once you get use to it you'll love it as much as I do. Now please don't fight me and please go along with it because whether you relax and enjoy it or if you fight me I'm going to fuck you like you fuck me in the shower." As soon as she said in the shower I knew she was going to fuck me in the ass with a dildo like the woman did in the movie. I didn't like the thought of her fucking me and I wanted to get away. But she had me tied down and helpless. When she got off the bed and went to the walk in closet I yanked on one of the wrist cuff to test its strength. I should have known it wouldn't break. Fear and dread sunk in as I waited for the inevitable. When Dawn came out of the closet she was wearing a shiny black leather bustier and suspended between her legs was an eight-inch long black latex dildo. I could see the dildo was attached to a black leather harness that had straps that went around her waist and between her legs. When she told me she was going to fuck me I knew what was coming after seeing the movie but I wasn't prepared for what I saw in front of me. Dawn knew I loved her in black leather. She owned several pairs of black leather pants that are skintight on her. She also owns two black leather vests and when she's all dressed in leather I could almost cum just looking at her. Dawn walked over to the bed and asked. "How do I look." Just from looking at her I felt my cock drool a load of precum and this wasn't wasted on Dawn either. There was no way I couldn't tell her the truth. "God you are absolutely the most beautiful woman I ever saw." Dawn giggled and asked as she held up the latex dildo. "Even with this?" "Even with that you are beautiful though I would love you with out it." I told her and she knew, from my voice I meant it. Dawn climbed on to the bed and straddled my chest. The dildo was less than an inch from my mouth. Dawn looked down at me and smiled before saying. "Do you want to feel it in you mouth? I know I would get off on seeing you suck on my cock." I really had not thought of Pete's cock in several years until today but just seeing that dildo so close to my mouth I couldn't help but say. "Yes feed me your cock." I felt Dawn shiver as she knelt up and guided the head of her dildo to my mouth. When it was close enough I open my mouth and sucked in the head. It seemed all too familiar yet it was different. The shape and the feel were the same, but the taste and the smell wasn't anything like it had been before. When I looked into Dawn's eyes and I could tell she was so aroused by this if it was her cock I had in my mouth she would have already shot her load. I worked my mouth over the dildo just like I had done to Pete so many years ago. I developed an easy rhythm and it was just like old times, it made me want to do a real one again. But I knew that would never happen, as I would never cheat on Dawn. So this would have to suffice and hopefully Dawn would want to continue this after our anniversary. Once Dawn saw I was willingly sucking her dildo she started pumping my mouth as if she was fucking it. Pete never did this but I found I enjoyed it. We kept this up for a while till Dawn pulled out of my mouth and lay down along side me to rest. After kissing me for a few minutes she said, "I think you enjoyed that as much as I did. You did like it didn't you?" "Yes I did especially with you dressed the way you are. That leather smells wonderful," I told her meaning every word I said. Dawn cuddled up to me and said, "I knew you would love this bustier. I blew my clothes budget for the year on this one. But I had to make tonight special its not every day I pop my husband cherry." Dawn open the draw to the nightstand and took out a bottle of lube and a strap like devise. She then got between my legs and started pulling off the panties I was wearing. Once my panties were off she took my cock wrapped one of the straps around the base of my cock and pulled it tight. The other strap went around my nut sack to keep my balls from rising up. When I asked her what the straps were for she said. "It's a cock and ball harness. Seeing you have been hard all day I don't want you cuming till I'm ready for you to cum. I have something special in mind. Now I want you to relax because if you tense up I will hurt you and the last thing I want right now is to hurt you." Dawn raised my legs till my knees were near my chest. I tried to hold them there but it was difficult and seeing my hands were shackled I couldn't grab a hold of them. Dawn found it difficult to work the lube bottle and hold my legs up at the same time. I asked her to release my hands so I could help, but she said she wanted me restrained for the first time. Dawn finally got enough lube on her fingers and I felt one of her fingers enter me. That one digit felt nice as it slid in and out of me. When she added the second finger it still felt rather nice, as did the third. When she had three fingers moving in an out of me I started squeezing her finger with my anus and Dawn saw I like what she was doing. When she had me well lubed she moved her cock to my hole and eased the head into me. When the head of her cock force my anus open the pain was only minimal but once she started to push the pain increased and grew to a point where I started begging her to stop. Dawn wasn't going to let me off that easy as she continued to push till the head popped into me. There was a momentary relief from the pain and I thought she was all the way in me till I felt her pushing some more. This time there wasn't so much pain, as there seem to be pressure and that pressure made me want to curl into a ball. The pressure built to a point where it was painful once more. My whole bottom felt like a balloon that was ready to burst. When it did burst I felt Dawn's cock slide into me like it found a passage. Quickly the pressure and the pain were gone, as unbelievable warmth seemed to fill me completely. The only thing I felt besides the warmth was the full feeling of her cock in my ass. It was something I wouldn't forget too easily. Once Dawn was all the way inside me she started moving in an out. First it was short thrusts till she knew I was okay with it. Then she pulled out more and before pushing all the way back into me. With in a few minutes she was pumping all the way out till the head was only left in me before she would push all the way back into till her thighs slammed into my ass cheeks. When she first told me she was going to fuck me I that it would be painful and very unpleasant. I thought I would just lay there and bare it in silence. But it was actually quite pleasant and I soon started liking it. Feeling her cock move in and out of my ass was like nothing I ever felt before and I amazed at how good it felt. I started moaning and groaning. I even started telling Dawn to fuck me harder and deeper. When she saw I was not only comfortable with this, but I actually enjoying it Dawn picked up speed till it seemed like her hips were flying. She kept this up for what seemed like an hour till She seemed to shiver violently before she crashed down on top of me with her cock buried deep in my ass. When Dawn stopped I thought I was close to orgasm as I felt warmness fill me and there was a certain spot that when Dawn hit it just right I felt like I could cum any second. But Dawn didn't last that long and I was left feeling deprived. Dawn was panting and swearing as she tried to get her breathing under control. When she could finally speak she said. "God that was fantastic. I can't believe how great that felt. I wish I had started fucking you a year ago." With out saying so I wished she had started this a year ago too. Though I'm not sure how I would have responded if I was asked if I want her to fuck me. By taking the decision away from me I had no choice except to lay back and enjoy it. My only hope now was Dawn ready to do this on a regular basis. When Dawn saw I was deep in thought she asked. "I didn't hurt you did I?" I wanted to hug her but I couldn't use my arms so I said. "No actually I enjoyed it. I thought I was going to cum but you stopped too soon." Dawn laughed and said. "I know how that feels, you're so close you can almost taste it. Then the guy blows his load and you left hanging and all you have to show for it is the spunk running down the crack of your ass. Don't worry honey I'll take care of you in a minute." When Dawn had regain her energy she pushed her dildo into me before unbuckling the harness straps. Now the dildo was in me all the way and with the way my legs fell to the bed it stayed in place. Dawn then straddled my waist before sitting down on my cock. Dawn then started riding my cock. She started off slow and steady for about five minutes. When she started moaning she picked up speed and road me to another screaming orgasm before she collapsed on top of me. She did this several times and I pretty sure she came at least five or six times. I wanted to cum too, if it wasn't for the harness I would have. Each time she road me I would be so close I knew any second I would cum but I just couldn't get there. Each time Dawn stopped and collapsed on me I would groan in frustration. After her fifth break Dawn whispered in my ear, "Are you ready to cum slut? Are you ready to fill my pussy with you hot thick cum?" "Yes please let me cum I'm so close. This is torture," I said pleadingly. Dawn giggled and said, "I know slut. I know you want to fill me with your cum. I know you want to see you're cum dripping out of my snatch don't you." Dawn knew I loved it when she talked dirty about the sex we were having. She also knew I could blow my load any second if she would only take off that dam harness. Dawn finally said, "If I let you cum what would you do for me?" "Anything you want. I'll do anything just let me cum please," I begged. Dawn stared moving her hips and that put me right back on the edge once more before she said, "If I let you squirt you slimy cum into me will lick it out. Would you let me sit on your face so you can clean my filled pussy with your mouth?" "Yes, yes please anything, anything you want," I told her though I wasn't exactly sure what I had agreed to. "I mean it slut, I will sit right on you mouth and let your cum drip right into you mouth," Dawn warned me, but I was beyond caring. Dawn reached between her legs and unsnapped the strap around my cock before she did the one around my scrotum. Her hips went into high gear to bring me off, but it wasn't necessary. Less then a minute later I felt my balls pull up and just as I fired my first round Dawn sat down on my cock. I felt her work her pussy muscles as my cock continued to fill her with hot thick cum. I know it's not possible to cum a gallon but I really felt like I did. My cock couldn't stop shooting and I swear I could feel cum surrounding my cock. I came so hard my balls actually hurt. Once I had stopped cuming all I wanted to do was lay in the after glow of my orgasm but Dawn had other ideas. Dawn raised up off my cock as she pinched her pussy lips closed with her fingers. She then came up toward my head and squatted over my face. When she sat down she pinned my arms under her legs and her wet pussy came down on my mouth. I was so far out of it I wasn't sure what was going on. When her wet finger touched my lips I jumped as if I was shocked. Dawn saw this as a rejection. She told me, "Come on Honey you said you would lick my pussy clean." One thing I could say for sure is I love licking Dawn's pussy. I love it even more when she cums while I'm licking it. Put I never licked her after I came in her until she had a chance to rinse it out. I never even thought about doing it. Now I liked Pete's cum when he used to cum in my mouth, but it's been a very long time since that happened. Dawn was waiting for my decision and even though she told me I would lick her pussy clean I was sure she wanted it to be my decision to actually do it. I could see there was a little cum on the fingers that she used to hold her pussy lips closed. Just so I could say I tried it, I licked at the cum and got a little on my tongue. I realized that some of the flavor was Dawn's and there was some thing else too. The two combined tasted pretty good so I reached out with my tongue and licked Dawn's fingers clean. Dawn saw this as a sign that I like it so she sat down on my mouth as she pulled her finger out of the way. I expected a flood of cum to come pouring out of her slit but it just came out in drips. I was surprised at how good it tasted, it sort of tasted like Pete's cum but not quite and there was definitely Dawn's flavor there too but again it was different. Once Dawn stopped dripping, my tongue slid up into her in search of more of that mixture. Dawn seem to understand I wasn't grossed out by it and I felt her squeeze her pubic muscles so more of our cum mixture would slide out of her. My eyes had been closed since I started licking her pussy till I felt movement above me. When I opened my eyes I saw Dawn's fingers dancing on her clit and I knew she was driving herself to another orgasm. When it hit I received another dose of her cream and the remainder of what I injected into her. It was by far the best tasting cum of all. Once Dawn was done cuming she rolled off my face and lay down along side me. A few minutes later She unbuckled the wrist cuffs and removed the dildo from my ass. We went into the shower to clean up then back to the bedroom for bed. I was told to put on a clean corset and panties over that a short nightie. Dawn put on clean panties and a camisole. Normally every morning Dawn and I get up at the same time. We shower together and while I'm getting dressed she cooks me breakfast. I leave earlier than she does because I have to be at work and hour before she does. That Friday morning I was told I would make breakfast every day for the next six weeks and I would serve Dawn breakfast in bed each day. After a shower and getting dressed I barely had time to get breakfast made before I had to leave for work. When I left for work that morning I was wearing one of my suits but that was about all I worn that was normal for me. Under my suit I was wearing yellow panties garter belt tan stockings and a yellow camisole. Luckily the camisole didn't show through my shirt and the garters didn't reveal themselves through my pants. I was allowed to wear black socks over my stocking so no one would notice. I would definitely have to be careful going to the bathroom to take a dump. After serving Dawn breakfast in bed she kissed my cheek and said. "Don't forget about dinner tonight and what I told you to do when you get home. You'll find your heels on the bed." I was hopping I would get some reprieve from this seeing I did everything I was told but I could see that was not going to be the case. I was barely at work an hour when the woman I worked with asked. "Rich has your wife taken you back yet?" She had known something was wrong on Monday and I told her about Dawn leaving me. She was sympathetic but she said it was probably my fault. I wondered if all women stick together. Seeing she asked I told her Dawn had taken me back. Mary reached into her purse and said, "If she's going to make you wear makeup she should teach you how to take it off." She handed me a jar and said. "You still have mascara on, this will get it off." I must have turned ten shades of red because Mary giggled as she pushed me toward the bathroom. After I cleaned off my eyes I tried to explain to Mary what had happen but before I could say anything she said, "Look what ever you two have going is no concern of mine. I just didn't want anyone else seeing what I did. I can be pretty kinky too but I make sure to leave it out of the office." Thank fully Mary didn't bring up the subject again that day. Just before leaving the office I called in an order to the Chinese restaurant that we normally get food from. I was pretty close to home so I knew it would be hot when I got it home. As soon as I got home I removed my suit and put on the heels that Dawn had left out. After making the bed, something Dawn normally did before she left for work, I put on my make up. I also found a yellow corset that I was supposed to wear. When Dawn came home we sat down to dinner together. After dinner and after I cleaned the kitchen Dawn taught me how to put nail extensions on. I was then taught how to shape them and how to put on polish. When I was done I had red nails as long as Dawn's and my toenails were the same color. That night we reenacted the sex we had the night before and I even had to clean out her pussy when we were done. Cleaning her pussy was becoming my favorite thing to do though I like everything we did.
Beebe and Petey Ch. 05	10,387	4.73	1,263,465	[ "incest", "group", "siblings", "group sex" ]	Chad was in Basic at Ft Bliss, Dene was in a natatorium in the middle of Indiana, and I was bored to tears with freshman intro classes in Corpus Christi. Thank goodness I'd wheedled my way into a 200-level Calculus class. I was taking the pre-requisite class at the same time, but I'd already used the same book in high school and aced the class then. That just frosted my ass! The damned school assumed I didn't know anything until I had THEIR class. English and Civics were likewise anemic. The Calculus, at least, took enough concentration to keep my mind off everything else. And "everything else" had gained another dimension. My father had been transferred to California. Chad and Dene's folks had been transferred to St. Louis. I knew something was up when Mom got the dean's office to deliver a message to me emphasizing I needed to be home for dinner. That just never happened. I spent the afternoon wondering what on earth was up, but my leading guess was that Mom and Dad were splitting up. There weren't any clear signs, but they had both been on edge, and heated conversations stopped suddenly when they knew I was within earshot. When I got there, Jan's car was outside too-a real family conference. My stomach sank. I could smell Mom's chicken casserole in the oven and the table was set, but our parents were in the living room. "Come on in girls." mom said. "Dad has some news that will affect us all." "Dad?" Jan asked, "What's going on?" "Are you guys getting a divorce?" I blurted, nearly in tears. "Oh, Kitten! No! Oh, honey, I'm so sorry you thought that. Dad and I are fine, it's just, well. . ." "I've accepted a transfer to Sharp," Dad said. "It's actually a promotion, but the thing is that I've been really afraid of being RIF'd here, and things look better at Sharp." Mom and Dad both worked at ARADMAC-the "Army Aeronautical Depot Maintenance Center." Dad was an "Equipment Specialist" and managed overhaul programs for stuff that went on Huey and Cobra helicopters. Dad had worked there as long as I could remember. Mom had begun working as a secretary when I got old enough to be left alone. "I think Bob and Madge (Chad and Dene's parents) are probably going to be dealing with the same thing-I saw Bob in Personnel as I was leaving this afternoon, but we didn't get a chance to talk." "Anyway," Mom continued, "Dad has to report to Sharp (Sharp Army Depot) in about 3 1/2 weeks, and we're putting the house on the market this week." "I'll live here and keep working until the house sells, then we'll move out to join him." "Kitten, this will affect you more than Jan, but we wanted you both here to get the news together. Personally, I don't think the house will sell before your semester ends. If it does, we can probably delay closing until you're done. Then you can transfer to California." "Whoa!" I gasped. "California?" "I'm trying to get enough worthwhile courses at Del Mar to transfer to Rice next year. I've already talked with them about my scholarship, and they said I can still get it. I don't want to move to California!" "I know, hon, but with Chad and Dene gone, things have been pretty rough for you. It's been hard to miss. Dad and I worry that you're not quite ready to live on your own yet. We've worried and worried about all kinds of things if Dad got transferred, but that most of all. We really think you'd be better off to come with us, at least for the rest of the school year." I glanced pleadingly at Jan. Mom caught my look and said: "And Jan, before you bring it up, we absolutely don't think it would be a good idea for Kathy to live with you while you and Tony are living together in, well, without being married. I don't want this to be an argument, but that's what we both think." I saw Jan tense. She locked eyes with Mom for a moment, then glanced down, breathed out, and looked back up. In a quiet, perfectly calm voice, Jan spoke: "It won't be an issue. Tony just got his Air Transport Rating and he's got job offers from Ozark and Delta. Neither of them will be based anywhere close to here. He'll probably be moving in a couple of weeks. I'd love it if Kath wanted to live with me, but above all, I think you need to realize she's not our little "Kitten" anymore. Let her think this through, make her own decision and trust her wisdom. Kath, you're tough and smart. Ask questions, think about this from all the angles you can. California might be the best spot. It's an important step, so don't shortcut anything, just balance everything out and make the call. All three of us love you more than you can ever know-we'll always support the path you choose." She stared directly at Mom as she spoke those last words, almost daring her to say otherwise. The room was silent for a bit. Mom broke the silence: "Thanks Jan. That was well-said. And we don't need to make a decision about Kathy tonight. We just wanted you to know about the move. And congratulations to Tony-that's a big step. And I really am sorry you'll be losing him. I really like him, just-well, you know." Mom and Jan had been at odds over "living in sin" with Tony for the 3 years since she found out. Good for both of them they didn't get sidetracked into that battle now. The timer went off in the kitchen. The chicken casserole was great, as always, and it lifted our mood some, but the table was pretty quiet. Later, Dad got a call from Bob. Dad's guess was right-Bob and Madge would be heading to AVSCOM, the Aviation Systems Command headquarters in St. Louis on pretty much the same timetable as Dad. The house sold way sooner than Mom thought, but it turned out OK. In fact, it turned out great! I explored schools in California, but decided to stay put at Del Mar for the remainder of the school year and transfer to Rice at the beginning of my sophomore year. As soon as I announced my plan, JAN bought Mom and Dad's house and paid in cash. You could have knocked Dad over with a feather! They had no idea she had been so successful with her business. Jan moved in as soon as the movers hauled the folks' furniture out to California, then refurnished the place to her own taste. She offered me her old house, but I kept my room. The world felt like it was getting back on track. Jan rented out the old house, but told me I always had priority on it if I ever wanted a place of my own. The real boost came right before Thanksgiving week. Jan was dressed to go out when I got home Friday night and gave me a quick kiss as she headed out the door to the garage. Chad was set to graduate from Basic Training tomorrow and thought he'd be "home" on Sunday to begin his leave. I put "home" in quotes because his parents were both in St. Louis. Their house was still on the market but all the furniture, including his and Dene's, had already been moved to St. Louis. Bob and Madge were expecting Chad and Dene for Thanksgiving in their new home, but Chad was stopping by Corpus to see me on the way. I'd been working on a way to travel with him to St. Louis but hadn't come up with the cash for a plane ticket yet. I was planning to devote tomorrow to some serious house-cleaning, baking and primping. I heard the garage door go up and Jan's car start. I was back in the kitchen when I heard the door to the garage open again. "Forget something?" I yelled. "I forgot how stunningly beautiful you are" said a male voice. "BEEBEEEEEEEEEE!" I screamed, running full speed and leaping straight into his chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist and squeezed for all I was worth. "OH, BeeBe-I can't believe you're really here" I said between sobs, smothering him in kisses." "Surprised?" Jan's voice asked behind me. I glanced around to see Jan leaning in the doorway with Tony hugging her from behind. "YES!YES!YES!" I said, still hanging like a monkey from Chad's frame. "How-What-" Chad answered. "I called Monday to let you know graduation was this morning instead of tomorrow, but you weren't home and Jan took the call. It kind of went from there." "I knew Tony was down today, so I called him and worked out how to get Chad back here." "Three other Delta pilots and I went together and bought a Cessna 210. It cruises a little over 200 miles per hour, so I flew into El Paso this morning, rented a car and was waiting for lover-boy here when he got sprung. Took us about 3 hours to get back-Chad actually had the controls most of the way. We started a logbook for him and called it dual instruction. We were waiting in Chad's house till Jan signaled us with the garage door." "I can't BELIEVE you all did this! This is just the best thing that's happened to me in a long LONG time." I slid down off of Chad and went to give first Jan and then Tony a hug. "Thank you so much for this Tony. It just means the world to me." I kissed him on the cheek. "No problem, kiddo. This is the best time I've had flying in a long time. I'm just tickled my schedule was open enough to make it work." "Now," said Jan, "the pantry is stocked, there's a casserole in the fridge you can microwave for dinner, and plenty of other things to snack on. Tony and I are leaving now for a romantic getaway flight down to Acapulco. We'll be back Sunday night." "Hey, you two," Tony waved as they headed for the door, "don't do anything we wouldn't do." "Sure thing Tony," Chad replied, "but I think that leaves pretty nearly everything on the table, huh?" Jan threw a kiss over her shoulder, and they were off. "BeeBe-you've got exactly 15 seconds to strip and join me in the shower" I declared. Grinning, he said: "What's with the extra 5 seconds!" and raced for the bathroom, pitching clothes as he went, with me hot on his trail. Once in the shower, we were back in our element. Gentle, soapy hands caressed and squeezed. My tits pressed and slid across his hard-muscled soapy chest. His stiff dick pressed and rolled across my belly. We traded kisses. As we stepped out, fresh towels (thanks Jan) were on the racks and we gently dried each other. Chad lifted me in his arms, kissed my first my lips, then each of my tits and carried me down the hall into my bedroom. He laid me down ever so gently and stretched out with his face near my pussy and his dick near my lips. I closed my eyes and stroked his dick. I ran the head lightly over my lips and shivered as I felt his precious pre-cum flow. There was a lot this time. It coated my lips and was still flowing as I sucked his dick into my mouth. He parted my pussy and ran his tongue up and down my slit-pausing each time, just briefly, at my clit. Neither of us was going to last long. Not even 5 minutes later I could feel his thighs and belly tighten rhythmically. I was already hanging just on the edge of an orgasm. I knew he'd put me over the top as soon as he began his own. Chad had given me some monstrous loads before, but this one was a prize winner! As the first spasm hit him, he concentrated on my clit and put me over the edge too. I had to alternate between gasping and swallowing! I took huge gulps of his cum down my throat as the spasms of both our orgasms continued to rack our bodies. This was one for the books! We finally rolled over, panting and exhausted. We usually just segued into more love-making, but tonight, Chad re-positioned himself so we were face to face and held me in his arms. As his breathing became softer, I realized he was asleep! Poor BeeBe. He must have been exhausted. After an hour, I gently rolled out from under his arm and tiptoed into the kitchen to begin dinner. It was still light outside, so I wasn't worried about anyone seeing in, and didn't bother getting dressed. I had just hit the start button on the microwave when I was startled to hear the door open again-someone was coming in from the garage! "Jan?" I called. "You guys OK?" "Hey, lover" a woman's voice called back, "I'm not Jan, but I'm definitely OK!" "DEEEENEEEEEEEEE" I screamed and tore down the hall to give her the same greeting I'd given Chad-arms around her neck, legs around her waist and squeezing with all my strength. I kissed her hard and deep before yelling again, "Oh, Dene, Chad's here too!! Did you know? How did you get down here?!?" I kissed her again, not coming up for air for a long time. "Lover, you gotta unwrap yourself!" Dene was finally able to gasp. "You're about to put us both on the floor!" I slid down, kissing her again, grabbing her ass and pulling her hard to me as she did the same. She had a wet spot on her shirt where my pussy had been! "Hey" Chad said, wandering into the room in his skivvies, "can't a poor soldier get a little shut-eye around here?" "Chadwick Preston!" I said in mock anger, "Did you know my other lover was coming home too?" "Well, yeah, hon. We were all in on it. After I talked to Jan, I gave Dene a heads up. Jan and Tony kept her in the loop. I was actually the last to know. It's really hard to make a call from camp, as you know, and I didn't get the final word 'till yesterday after drill." "Well, all I know is that this is the best day I've had since last March. Maybe better, because back then, I didn't know what I was missing. I'd just put the casserole in the microwave when you came in, Dene. Why don't we take a time out and eat (food, that is) talk and catch up. How long are you both here, by the way?" "We're flying into Lambert-that's St Louis-on Tuesday. Tony and Jan set that up too. And when I say "we" I mean you too, Petey, AND Jan. And your folks are flying in too. Mom and Dad are putting on a big Thanksgiving feast for all of us. You're set to stay with Dene in her room. Jan and your folks are staying in a hotel just a couple of miles away," Chad explained. "And YES! Let's have dinner." I hustled off to the kitchen. "Hey Petey!" Dene called after me, "you realize you're not wearing anything, right?" "Yeah-I thought I was going to get the casserole ready, and then go jump Chad's bones again. You really want me to put something on?" "HELL NO!" Chad yelled, and we all giggled. "We should probably close the curtains-it'll start to get dark soon. I like being on display for you two, but I don't think the neighbors are ready for this. And while we're on the subject, I think you two are way overdressed!" Chad and Dene looked questioningly at each other. I could sense they weren't quite comfortable playing nudist camp with me. "OK," I said, "but before our time is up this weekend, I want both my lovers working on me at the same time." Then I busied myself with setting the table and getting the rest of dinner set out. Jan and I had been having wine with dinner and I opened a bottle for the three of us. We had a wonderful dinner. Chad told tales of Basic, Dene of college life in Indiana. We finished one bottle of wine with dinner, cleared the dishes and opened another. As we settled into our after dinner wine, I moved the conversation back to sex. "You know, I'm serious about wanting to have both of you at the same time. I'm getting pretty damned hot thinking about that. Can we talk about what would keep you from it? I saw the look you gave each other before." "Well, we've both been pretty private about our bods for a long time, Petey," Dene said, "at least around each other." "I think it would be pretty hot to see ol' BeeBe going to town on you, but for some reason the thought of him watching me with you kind of creeps me out." "Same here," said Chad. "I've imagined you two face deep in each other, and it would be hot to watch, but having an audience watch me seems like it might be a dick-wilter." So," I said, "both of you admit you want to see the other one nude and having sex with me." "Yeah" they said, nearly simultaneously. "OK, would you want the other to know you were watching, or would you rather they stay hidden in a closet watching the action?" "I guess hidden," Chad said. "Ditto," Dene added. "Well, what I think is that if you join me in the nude while we finish our wine that within about 15 minutes you'll feel completely at ease and comfortable with each other's bodies. I guarantee you're both worth looking at!" "Kath, there's one thing about me that only you know, and I'm pretty shy about who I let see it." "You mean your bush?" Chad asked. Dene furrowed her brow. "Well, yeah. But. . ." "I told Chad how turned on I get touching your bush, hon. I'm sorry if you didn't want that out. He's caught glimpses, by-the-way, so it's not exactly news. But haven't you been trimming? I mean it's pretty much always swim season there, isn't it?" "Tell you later," Dene said, "but no, no trimming. I've been letting it grow for you." Chad stood up and walked over to Dene's chair. "I'm OK with you seeing me, Sis. If you want to, just pull my boxers off. And if you'll let me, I'd like to undress you. I won't feel you up or anything, but I think if we give permission to strip each other it will feel more natural being nude together." "I think that might be a little nuts, feeling more natural because we strip each other, I mean. But I think Kath is probably right-if we get naked now when we're not having sex, it will become easy to stay that way." Then she grinned and yanked down his boxers. She drew a breath and stood up. "OK, peel me naked, brother, and worship the bush!" It didn't take long-Dene's spectacular tits graced the table top and we kept at the 2nd bottle. "Good for you both!" I smiled. "A toast-To best friends, best lovers and best night in the history of the world coming soon!" That finished the bottle. "Now-Let's go," I said, taking both their hands and heading for my bedroom. "Dene-right side! BeeBe-left side!" I ordered as I dove into the middle of the bed, thankful that Jan had replaced my twin with a queen when she redecorated. "Start with my tits, please, one per mouth. Then make up something to absolutely delight me! Chop-chop-no slacking, you two, hop to it!" I closed my eyes as hands and lips and tits and dicks (well, just one dick) and bush and tongues and I think maybe toes at one point played over my body for the next half-hour. Evidently, they ignored my careful placement of their gorgeous, naked bodies and moved freely about my bed. "BeeBe?" "Yeah?" "I need to fuck you now. Do you need me to suck you a little first?" "Got it covered, lover" Dene said. "He's hard as a steel rod! I need my pussy eaten, though, if you've got a minute." "Ummmm-" I sighed as Chad's cock buried itself in my pussy. "Mmmph" one of Dene's tits settled in my mouth and I sucked it quickly in, flipping her nipple with my tongue. The other tit took its place, followed by her torso sliding over my face. As her navel passed, I began to feel her soft treasure trail caress my cheek, followed by her bush and the musky scent of her pussy. Chad hadn't moved-he was still balls-deep in my pussy, but at the feel of Dene's bush on my cheeks, I launched into a wild, bucking orgasm. Dene moved her pussy directly over my mouth and I dove in. I began to to lip-fuck her clit, sucking it in and out of my pursed lips. Dene let go too, grinding into my face and clamping my head between her thighs. Then I felt Chad began to jerk and pulse in my pussy. My God! We were all three coming at the same time. And not just a little bit. Chad was making a low, guttural growl. Dene was screaming like I would have if my mouth hadn't been busy. It must have gone on for a full minute, and felt like time stood still. We finally began coming down and rolled flat onto the bed. "Full marks!" I said, teasing a little. "You two were quite satisfactory." "Just satisfactory, huh? So I guess you'd like us to practice some? See if we can find areas to improve?" Chad asked, teasing back. "Practice makes perfect!" I shot back, quoting our spring and summer refrain. Then we all cracked up. "So are you two OK seeing each other in the nude now?" I asked with a wide grin and a wink. "OK SEEING each other!?!?" Chad said, "My little sister was just sucking my cock! So yeah, I'm OK seeing her nekid. In fact, Sis, I'm digging your bush a lot!" "And I'm pretty sure those weren't Kath's fingers in my pussy while I was eating hers!" Dene said. "I think we've set some new world records for hot sex here," I said. "And I, for one, am all used up for now." "I've got one little piece of depravity I'd like to indulge," said Dene, "if it won't gross you out." "Shoot." "Well, you've always bragged about liking his cum. I want to suck it out of your pussy. Is that too weird?" "C'mon in!" I said, spreading my thighs, then drifted off to sleep with my head on Chad's tummy and Dene gently lapping at my pussy. I was the first to struggle back to consciousness the next morning. Memories of the night before slowly unfolded in my mind as I become aware of the warm bodies sharing my bed. I was rolled slightly onto my left side with my head still nestled on Chad's tummy. His cock and balls were inches from my face. I smiled but stayed motionless, just taking in the scenery. Dene was on her side in front of both of us with her cheek resting on my inner thigh. Her lovely bush was just inches beyond Chad. Neither of them stirred. I became aware of a growing need to pee-and to stretch. Carefully, I pushed myself up onto my left elbow. The trick would be to get out from between Chad and Dene without jostling them too much. My right leg was a little behind me, and clear of Chad. I managed to plant my right foot on the mattress and put some weight on it. Gently, I rolled my left leg out from under Dene's cheek. She stirred, put her arm under her head to replace my thigh and sighed, but didn't seem to wake. I transferred weight to my left leg now, rolling face down with my hands on each side of Dene, toes digging into the mattress behind us, straddling her in a push up. It was kind of like playing Twister! I walked my hands back toward my feet until I could balance on my knees, then carefully scooted off the bed. Good! Chad and Dene were still sound asleep. God, they were beautiful!! I headed for Jan's room to pee and shower. It was far enough toward the other end of the house that the noise wouldn't bother my lovers. Refreshed but still naked, I headed for the kitchen to start breakfast. I halved some oranges and used our squeezer for fresh OJ. I got out the big electric perc to accomodate the three of us-we'd all want more coffee than usual. It should be done in about 20 minutes, I'd guess. It was 7:30 now. I'd been up for about an hour and was getting anxious for Chad and Dene's company, but resisted waking them up before they were ready. I headed for the front door to get the paper and realized in the nick of time I didn't have a stitch of clothes on! Nude was becoming too natural now! I ran to Jan's room again and grabbed her robe, then padded down the walk barefoot. No one out-good! I returned Jan's robe and settled in with the paper while the coffee finished. Finally the perc stopped and I went in to get a cup. I heard the toilet in my bathroom flush, smiled and got out bacon and eggs to start on the rest of breakfast. I started as many strips of bacon as the big skillet would hold and was cracking eggs into the bowl when Chad walked in. He was back in his skivvies. "Hey, chucklehead, how come you're all dressed up like that?" I demanded with a teasing grin. "I dunno," he said, "just seemed like the right thing to do. Nude's always been for the shower and bedroom, I guess." "Well, lose the drawers, would you? I don't want to waste a minute looking at your boxers that I could use to look at your ass!" Chad laughed and shucked the boxers: "I thought you liked the other side better!" I noticed he had a semi. He wiggled it at me. "And on that subject, don't bother hiding your boners," I added, "this isn't a Del Mar trig class! Ready for some breakfast?" "Mam, yes Mam!" Chad said, giving me a salute. "My God, Petey, you're amazing. Could you have imagined us in anything like this scene a year ago?" "As a matter of fact, I did imagine us nude together-quite a few times! I had no thought it would ever happen-I just used the idea to get myself worked up while I used that little vibe Jan gave me for my 18th birthday." "G'morning, morning glories!" Dene called, walking into the room. Her hair was wet from the shower and she was wearing a robe. "Hey, off with the robe!" Chad and I yelled together. "You're horny before breakfast?!? You perverts!" Dene teased. "Takes one to know one, sis! Now get outta that robe! Petey already made me shed my shorts. If you're not nekid quick, I'd worry about catching her spatula across your butt! "OK, OK," Dene said, shedding the robe and giving it a toss back down the hall. "Feast you eyes!" and she struck a pinup pose-hips thrust to the side, one hand behind her neck, the other on her hip, her tits thrust out as far as she could, tongue lightly licking her lips and a big wink. I noticed Chad's dick get a little stiffer. "Bacon's ready," I announced, taking it up. "The eggs won't take long. Chad, there's fresh OJ in the fridge and glasses in the cabinet. Dene, pop some bread in the toaster, would you, and grab some silverware and napkins. Chad the coffee should be ready too-use the mugs under the cabinet and grab some butter and jam from the fridge." "I'm starting us out with 3 eggs each-I can do more in a jiffy if we want," I said over my shoulder, as the eggs hit the hot skillet. In no time we were seated, going after the scrambled eggs and bacon like we were never going to see another bite of food. "You guys just can't imagine how much nicer this is than the breakfasts I've been eating for the last 8 weeks." "What? Don't they let you eat with naked women in boot camp? How uncivilized!" "There weren't any women there period. Not even old, ugly ones with floor-length dresses, much less young, beautiful naked ones. And the eggs were powdered, the bacon was spam, the OJ was Tang and the coffee-well, the coffee was OK." "So what's next?" I asked. "Do you know where your AIT will be? And how much leave you have?" "Yeah. Polk." Ft. Polk, LA was the last stateside stop before Viet Nam. AIT, Advanced Individual Training, was a kind of finishing school for soldiers, getting them ready for their specialties. "Oh, crap. Tiger Land. I'm sorry Chad. I mean, odds were that's what it would be, but it sucks to hear it for real. When?" "I report December 10th." "Well, at least winter there is better than summer. Do you know what you're slotted for?" "Just infantry. Canon fodder. Lots of weapons training." "I thought they were looking at you for something else," Dene said. "Yeah, turns out I'm pretty good with languages," Chad said, "at least with listening and speaking. You know how I am with reading and spelling. My LT was talking about sending me to language school, but either he didn't get that through or forgot to try." "Wait-You're speaking foreign languages now? Plural? Or do you just mean Spanish?" I said. "I know you and Jorge could jabber Spanish, but I thought that was just from growing up with him." "I'm pretty good at picking up words, even accents, just by listening. There were a couple of guys-step brothers-from Quebec in the unit. They were born in the US, but grew up in Canada. Their draft board tracked them down and hauled their asses into the Army. They'd speak French to each other to keep conversations private, but just from context, I started understanding. After listening to them for a couple of days I said: "Je vous comprends" (I understand you) to them and their jaws dropped." "My jaw is dropping a little too, BeeBe. I had no idea!" I said. "Anyway, after they got over their shock, they started working with me. At first, it was just fun to cuss in one more language. I taught them some Spanish cussing-pretty handy in El Paso. They took it a little farther and started working on vocab and idioms with me and by the end of boot camp, they said I could pass for a French-speaking Canadian-accent and all. I can do some Yankee accents too, by the way. They bragged on me to the LT, and he got all hot to send me to language school. Last week, he brought in an Asian-looking guy who started teaching me some oriental language. Could have been Vietnamese, he never said, but I caught on pretty quick to that too." "Fuck," Dene said. "I don't want you going to Viet Nam!" "Not much to do about it one way or the other now, sis. Hey, let's not talk about this anymore. I was half-way to a nice boner when I came in here, and it's limp as a wet noodle now!" "That'll NEVER do!" I exclaimed, getting up from my chair. I cradled his face into my chest, rubbed my right nipple in his ear and used my left hand to reach down to caress his dick. "Hey, I think it's coming back to life!" "So, what exactly did the two of you end up doing with each other while I had my eyes closed?" I asked. "Details!" "Just pretty much what we said last night, really," Dene said. "I sucked his cock pretty early on. I never would have done that before, but Kath, you had me so turned on that it just felt right! I didn't even think about it-just grabbed and sucked." "And I felt her up," said Chad. "Same deal for me. Before, feeling up my sister seemed fucking gross. Seems that way again this morning, for that matter, but only a little," Chad said, reaching over to roll one of Dene's nipples between his thumb and forefinger. "You were right, of course Sis; those were my fingers up your pussy. I'm a little embarrassed now. Are you still OK about it this morning?" "Oh Hell yes!" Dene said. "And I don't know if it's the sexy conversation or watching Petey pull your face into her tits, but I'm getting a little wet just sitting here." "So what DIDN'T you do?" I asked. "Well, we didn't fuck, and I didn't eat her pussy," Chad said. "More things left to explore today and tomorrow!" I exclaimed. "God, I'm so glad we're a threesome now. You're the two people I love most in the world and having you getting into each other is the most perfect thing I could ever imagine! Have you kissed? I don't think I saw or heard that going on." They looked each other, slightly wide-eyed. "Well, no, I guess we haven't" Dene said. Neither of them showed any interest in trying now. How odd is that? Dene just sucked his dick and he finger-fucked her-how is a kiss threatening? A different kind of intimacy, I guess. "Hmm," I said. "Both of you stand up, right now." They did "Now hug." They leaned forward, cheek to cheek, touching shoulders, but not much else. "Closer!" I demanded, "thighs and chests touching, arms around each other!" NOW Dene's big titswere pressing into Chad's chest. His dick was alll the way up, now, and snuggled into her treasure trail. "Now, close your eyes, both of you pretend it's me in your arms, and kiss each other for a full 30 seconds. I'll time it!" I got no back talk! It was kind of fun being assertive! I gave them 45 seconds and heard no complaints, and they kept going for a few moments after I called 'time'. "OK-now report! I could tell you were both weirded out by the thought. Was it at all weird by the time I stoped you? And how turned on did it make you? And would you like to do it again?" They agreed it was weird enough that if I hadn't commanded them to, they wouldn't have even hugged in the nude, much less kissed, but that: 1. They were both turned on and into it by the time I called "stop;" and 2. They would probably do it again whether I commanded it or not. "Excellent! Mistress Kathy predicts you'll be screwing each other before nightfall!" Wow. I was slipping into a dominant role over them and they were following along like this was the natural order of things! "But listen, we ought to get out and do something that's fun AND sexy, so what would you say about jaunt over to Padre? We could pack a lunch, drive my VW to the beach until we we're out of tourist range and probably stay nude all day. There sure won't be many people there this time of year." "Excellent!" they said together. Dene and Chad didn't have suits. We hoped we wouldn't need any, but I fixed Dene up with one of my old one-piece suits. She spilled out of the top and lots of pubes escaped out the legs openings, but what the hell! Chad figured his boxers would do if we needed to cover up at all. I got together lunch supplies, water and soft drinks and packed them in the cooler, Chad grabbed up the beach towelsand suntan lotion and we piled in my Bug for the beach! It was only 10:30 by the time we got set up, and we had a great spot! We drove down the beach for miles until the few other people we saw were far behind. We set up between two sand moguls that served as a wind block and partially hid us from view in case anyone actually did come that far down the beach. As I spread the beach towels out, I turned and saw that Chad and Dene had stripped off and were in a second nude embrace, kissing gently-entirely uncommanded! I decided to leave them alone for a while. As I watched, their kisses became longer and deeper. Chad's hands slid slowly down Dene's back, over the curve of her ass and pulled her tightly into him. Dene moved over slightly, taking Chad's right thigh between her legs and sliding her hip and leg between his. Watching, I could almost feel her thick bush rubbing against my own belly and thigh, and his cock pressing into my stomach. I couldn't see his dick, but I was sure he had a raging hard on. Dene began to stroke Chad's back, moving from his shoulder blades down over his ass and back up. Chad spent some time lightly nibbling Dene's neck and ears. She gave a shiver when he would hit a spot just where the base of her neck met her collarbone. Had I told him about that spot on her? I couldn't quite remember, but I knew damned well what it did to her. They began to rhythmically press into each other's thighs and their hands danced over backs and butt cheeks. Chad rolled away slightly and cupped Dene's breast in one hand as they continued to dry-hump. Chad pulled away a little farther, stooped to wrap his arms just under her ass and lifted her straight up. Her tits were even with his mouth now, and he began to suck them fervently, first one, then the other, sucking each deep into his mouth, then letting it out until he had only the areola and nipple remaining. I could see her tit begin to vibrate and I knew Chad was using his tongue to flip back and forth across her nipple so rapidly she'd have thought he was using a vibrator! I loved it when he did that to me! It was something we "practiced" regularly. He eased her back down and slid his hand between her thighs as she leaned in and sucked his nipples. I sat on a towel and began lightly stroking my clit. Chad turned Dene and pulled her into him with her butt against his cock. He used both hands to cup and squeeze her generous tits and slid them slowly down her chest and stomach. He traced the outline of her treasure trail as it widened into the top of her delta, and traced the fold of her legs downward. He splayed his fingers and ran them through her thick bush over and over, then ran both index fingers down the inside of her vulva. He slipped one finger into her pussy and used the other hand to circle her clit and she rolled her head back, looking up for a kiss. Chad turned and lifted Dene again, bringing her chest to his face level and sucked her left breast deeply into his mouth, shaking it rapidly. Chad glanced in my direction, saw the beach towels spread out and carried Dene toward one. With his eyes, he asked if I wanted to join them. I declined, making it clear this was just for him and Dene. I stood and pulled my towel away from theirs. Before he reached the towels, he let Dene down on her feet, then picked her up and cradled her in both arms like he did me, kissing her tits as he walked. He knelt in front of the towel and gently laid her on it. "Sis-if you don't want what's coming next, for God's sake say so now!" Dene reached up, pulled his head down for a deep kiss and said: "Fuck me good, BeeBe. Fuck me now!" It was beautiful to watch. I wondered if Chad and I made such a beautiful sight when we fucked. Chad was slow and deliberate. He entered Dene gently, watching her eyes as he eased his cock into his sister's pussy. I could see Dene take in a breath and her eyes widened. As Chad slowly eased in, she arched her head back and bit her lower lip-Chad stopped pushing until she exhaled and smiled at him, giving a little nod. He continued until his cock was completely buried and held it there for a minute. Dene began moving under him and he set up a slow and easy rythm to match it. After about 5 minutes, she began to push up harder with her pelvis and his thrusts became a little quicker, a little more vigorous. I could tell he was getting close, because every little bit, he'd stop completely, leaving his dick in her, but not moving as he kissed her over and over. Finally, after about 15 minutes, he could contain himself no more. He fucked her harder and harder, faster and faster giving sharp, low grunts with each thrust. Dene moaned just after each of his vocalizations. Finally, his back arched and a continuous guttural moan rose from his throat as he began to cum. I couldn't tell if Dene came too, but I didn't think so. Chad continued his orgasmic thrusts for about a minute, a wild shudder shaking his body the whole time. He finally eased up and out. "God, Sis, that was fabulous! You were really tight!" "Well, I should be. Nobody's been in there before!" " "Whaaaaattt!" Chad exclaimed. "You're still a virgin!?!" "Well, not anymore!" Dene grinned. I was puzzled. Dene wrote me she lost her cherry the first week at IU. I kept quiet-I'd get to the bottom of this out of Chad's earshot. "What a fucking weekend!" Chad sighed, finally looking at me. "Apt description!" I said, "And we're not even half-way through it!" It was nearly Noon. "A kiss from each of you and I'll make us some lunch," I said. "You two rest and talk among yourselves!" I collected my kisses and headed for the car to get lunch ready. I had sliced ham, bread, lettuce, tomatoes, pickles, chips, and cupcakes packed and made sandwiches in the Bug's open "nose." I got 3 cans of coke out of the cooler and called: "Come and get it!" As we enjoyed lunch, Chad and Dene continued to glance nervously at each other and said little. "OK, you two. Mistress Kathy has some questions." "Chadwick Preston, is your sister Denise a great, truly world-class lay and did she lead you to cum with every bit of orgasmic energy you've ever had with me?" He admitted she was world class and that his orgasm had been earth-shaking. "Denise Suzanne, did your brother Chadwick deliver most true and excellent fucking with sensitivity and great passion?" She thought so too. "Then by the powers of sex that I have usurped unto myself, I banish all traces of cultural prohibitions against fucking your sibling and command you to regard today with a sense of awe and delight, and to do it again whenever you damned well feel like it! I SO DECREE!" I stood straight, trying my best to be regal, and raised my hands over them as I shouted this last bit. I felt my little tits bounce as I threw my arms up. I was making it up as I went, but it seemed pretty clever and on target to me. "As long as you both keep fucking me too," I added with a grin, and sat back down on the towel. Chad went around the mogul to take a leak. "Mistress Kathy?" Dene said, smiling. "Speak, my child," I replied. "Mistress, just so you're fully informed, BeeBe licked his own cum out of my twat while you were making sandwiches. He finally got me off that way. I thought you should know." "You were right to tell me, my dear," I clowned. "And now your training with young Chadwick is complete. But please let Master BeeBe know the next load he shoots up your pussy is all mine!" "Of course, Mistress," Dene said, and we collapsed into each other's arms amid howls of laughter at the pretension. "So what happened at IU? I thought you fucked some asshole at a frat party!" "I did too! I was so drunk I didn't know, though. I didn't have all that much, but I found out later they'd spiked the punch with Everclear. Don't EVER go near "Purple Passion!" I mean, I woke up nude with a nude guy, and there were cum stains all over the bed and on my panties. There were used rubbers all over the room. I had a monstrous hangover, my pussy felt a little tender and I just assumed I'd been fucked! The guy I woke up next to said he was sure he fucked somebody, and guessed it must have been me. That was awkward for both of us-couldn't really say: "Wow, you were great!" since neither of us remembered a damned thing. I ran into one of the other girls about a month later and she told me what happened. After I passed out, one of the party guys really was going to fuck me. He stripped me, and worked me around on the bed on my back till my butt was right on the edge and was finger-fucking me while he tried to get hard. She said he was really pounding me, so that explained the tender pussy. She was fucking another guy across the head of the bed and saw I was passed out. She yelled at the guy, but he told her to fuck off. She saved me, I guess, because she stopped fucking her guy and said she wouldn't finish him off till he made the jerk on me stop. I guess he knocked the crap out the jerk. He wasn't even a student-just some Stony who crashed the party. Anyway, she said she never saw him again. They guy I woke up with had just crashed next to me after it was all over. I never went to another frat party, and I do NOT get drunk anymore." "So are you happy Chad was your first?" "Absolutely. Not that I'm entirely rid of your "cultural prohibitions" yet, but Chad's just a dream lover. You've trained him so well! That's probably the best fuck I'll ever have in my life. Certainly, it'll be the most memorable." "Good for you, sweetie. We really trained each other, though. Practice makes perfect, you know, and we practiced just as much as you and I did! You don't suppose there's a little bit of his cum left in you, do you?" "He seemed pretty thorough, but maybe you should check!" Dene said, pulling my head down into her crotch. \-to be continued
Hotel Rendezvous Ch. 03	20,489	4.68	35,007	[ "shorts made", "cum glass", "drink cum", "kiss hand", "glass table", "people watching", "brought hand", "whispered ear", "began stroke", "tip cock" ]	Sean had decided to go to his room and shower again and we could go out for lunch. I was going to do the same thing, however, I called my best friend and told her briefly that my trip was going wonderfully. I got off the phone quickly and showered and put on a pair of denim off shorts, and a tank top that said, "tease" across the front of it. I moved most of my hair up away from my face but left a large portion of it down my back. Remembering that Sean liked it that way. I called Sean's room and told him I was ready to go out to lunch. I met him in the hall. I remembered that he liked the cut off shorts so I made sure I brought pair that was nice and short and tight. We were going to a place on the beach to eat. Sean had eaten at this place before and liked the food there. We sat out on the patio of the restaurant and I sat close to him, my hand on his thigh through our first drink. Before long I found myself rubbing the inside of his thigh gently, moving closer and closer to his cock. He smiled at me mischievously but continued to talk like nothing was going on. He leaned in to kiss me and as he did it my hand slid up his leg to his cock, finding it already hard. I giggled into his kiss as my hand began to fiddle with the zipper on his pants. Slowly I unzipped them and took his cock into my hand, stroking it ever so gently. My fingers gliding over its soft skin as it throbbed in my hand. I smiled as I looked into his eyes; I wanted to make him cum right here on this crowded patio. I looked around, I knew that some of the people could easily see us if they wanted to. I didn't care though, god this man drove me crazy. He had made me a cum slut and what was worse was that I loved it. I gripped his cock forcefully but not to forcefully, and began to stroke it in a steady rhythm. I leaned in closer to him and whispered that I wanted him to cum in a glass for me, so I could drink it right here at the table with people watching. "Mmmmm" he whispered into my ear, "feeling a little naughty today??" I giggled and told him it was more than a little. I brought my hand to my mouth and licked my thumb quickly before sliding it all over the tip of his cock. I began to stroke it steadily now. I whispered to him " lover I want you to cum for me so badly, I have thought about this for hours and hours. It would be so hot if I could get you to cum this way." People were watching us now; I could hear the whispers of some of them. That just made me more aroused. I told Sean that I wore these shorts just for him. I had made sure that they were short enough so you could see my shaven cunt when I bent over or if I opened my legs all the way. "Mmmmm you are such a tease," he whispered into my ear, " I don't know if this will work, no one has ever gotten me to cum this way." "I'm not just anyone," I whispered back to him, as I leaned in and licked his ear slowly. Then I kissed him forcefully, my tongue probing his mouth quick and hard as I stroked faster. I sucked his tongue forcefully and teased it with my own; just the same way I sucked his cock just hours before. He let out a moan into my mouth, and the people watching us began to look a little flushed. I smiled at that thought, knowing that there were some hard ons and wet panties surrounding us, wanting to do the same thing we were but not daring. I gently brought his hand to my cunt, letting him feel the lips dripping on the chair. "Mmmmm," he whispered once again. I knew that his excitement was growing, and soon he would have something for me to drink. " Are you going to cum in the glass for me baby?" I asked him. He let out a little moan and I had to ask him again. "Yessss if that's what you want you sexy bitch," he moaned out. "You know that's what I want" I whispered to him and began to probe his mouth with my tongue again. His hand was still touching my cunt, I decided that he needed a little more of a tease to help him cum. I moved my shorts over and began to tease my cunt for him. Both of my hands were at work now, one teasing me, the other stroking him steadily. I got him to hold the denim over so I could move my fingers freely. I began to fuck my cunt fast with 2 fingers; others must have heard the sound of my pussy. I could smell the sweet smell of my juices flowing freely. His eyes were closed now; he certainly looked pleased, as I teased us both. " Do you like how sluttish you make me lover?" I whispered to him. "God yes" he moaned out, maybe a little too loud. "Good" I told him. As I handed him the glass under the table, I moved in and whispered to him. "I want you to cum soon, my hot cunt is dripping for you, I need to taste your cum" Again I leaned in and kissed him, this time more forcefully than ever as my hand pumped his cock fast. I began to feel his cock throb in my hand, and I knew he was close. I moved my hand as fast as I could, paying special attention to the tip of his cock. I felt the pre-cum dripping out of the head. A few more strokes and I could drink his cum. I continued to stroke it for him, placing the glass on the chair between his spread legs. Tilting it just a little so his cum would go right in. "when we are done eating Sean, I want to go back to the hotel and fuck you again." I whispered into his ear before purring into it slowly. That is when he came, most of it went into the glass, some landed on my hand. I licked my hand clean and then I pulled the glass from under the table, and drank all of his cum. "Excuse me lover I need to go to the ladies room now" I whispered to him as I got up and walked away. When I came back out all I saw was flushed faces with smiles the size of Texas. We paid and left. "That was better than I expected," he whispered in my ear on the cab ride home. I giggled and looked out the window to enjoy the scenery. What could we do next???
Mature Bisexual MMF	228,292	4.59	637,259	[ "mmf", "threesome", "bisexual", "cleanup", "swinging" ]	This is a recent swinging experience of mine and relates a very intense play session with a lovely couple. I'm a 53yo bi-sexual male and my favorite form of sexplay is with MF mature couples who enjoy the company of a bi-male. I've played with many couples over the past 2 years and have had my eyes opened wide to the wonderful pleasures that 3 very sexual people can enjoy in a nice comfy bed. It works best when both males are bi and are therefore completely comfortable in close quarters when pleasuring a woman or indeed each other. It also works best when all parties are confident and relaxed and have spent some non-sexual time together to get to know each other. I had contacted Pam & Ray on a UK swinging site and swapped several emails to start a conversation. We spoke a couple of times on the phone and planned a lunch together in a mutually convenient hotel. I agreed to book a room in the expectation that we'd click and want to play during the afternoon. We also agreed that if this proved not to be case, any of us could back out after lunch, though I think we all felt this was unlikely given the level of understanding we had managed to build up. We found we had a shared set of values and approach to life, so were confident we'd want to have sex together. The anticipation of a lovely get-together increased over the remaining couple of weeks and the day finally arrived. Whenever I meet with people I'm confident of clicking and enjoying sex with I wake up on the morning of the playdate as excited as a small boy on Christmas morning! I checked into the hotel just before lunch, made sure the room was warm enough and got myself ready. Freshly showered I went down to the bar and waited for my dates to arrive. Pam & Ray walked into the bar at the time we'd agreed and we greeted each other like long-lost friends, striking up conversation naturally and without any awkwardness shown by anyone. Those first few minutes are so important in my experience – do your homework, prepare well, and the tone you set at the outset pays dividends later – simples. With drinks organized we moved to a discrete corner, ordered our food and kicked back to get to know each other better. Pam sat next to me on the sofa from the outset and held my hand gently as the 3 of us chatted. It was a nice gesture of hers, showing me she was keen and that she regarded me as an equal to Ray for the purposes of our date. I have found that if a couple are too close with each other when we first meet then that implies a 'pecking order' and it can make for a more awkward meet. Thankfully not so on this occasion. Having swapped our life-stores and put the world to rights, it was Pam who discretely turned the conversation to a more intimate level, demonstrating again that she was quite happy to talk openly about sex. We swapped stories about our swinging experiences, our likes, and our desires for the afternoon. We soon established that we wanted to go up to the room as soon as lunch was over. I enjoy people and chatting and I love this getting-to-know-you part of the experience, especially when it's clear to all that we're going to end up in bed together. I had to pinch myself that this was real - here I was in a hotel in the English Midlands, chatting opening about sex with a respectable looking middle-aged couple. With our conversation getting more and more dirty and with Pam occasionally stroking her two companions discretely through our clothing it was getting harder for Ray & I to conceal our erections. Pam remarked on it and added that we were in good company as she was getting wet. Pam was 58 and Ray 60, though neither looked their age. He had just retired early from a large insurance company but Pam still worked part-time as a school secretary. Ray was similar in appearance to me, both of us slim, same height, both with cross-cropped grey hair and dressed smart casual. Pam even commented that her hubby and her afternoon lover looked like clones of each other, again another thoughtful gesture by her to make us feel comfortable together. To anyone else in the hotel we were 3 middle-aged professionals having a quiet lunch, but underneath of course we were building ourselves up to having a filthy afternoon together. Pam was one of those lovely motherly looking ladies who age beautifully. Her figure was curvy but not fat, a size 14, lovely ripe hips, full bottom and a very inviting cleavage. She had a fresh complexion, little make-up and her naturally grey hair was cut stylishly in a short bob. At my request she was wearing a summer dress, just above the knee, her lovely legs bare and silky smooth and her neat toes perfectly painted in dark red polish to match her fingernails. She was wearing white peep-toe heels and a fine gold anklet on her right ankle. I commented on her anklet as it's an item of jewelry I love seeing on a woman. Pam said she only wore it on swinging dates, explaining that it was their little secret to signify to each other that she was available for other men to use her sexually. Ray added that he too found it a huge turn-on seeing her wear it in public and pointed out to me that it had a small heart shape dangling on it that in tiny letters had the words 'fuck me' on it. A nice little detail to ponder on as we finished our drinks and retired upstairs. I couldn't help noticing our female server looking at us as we made for the lift and I wondered if she was imagining what we were going upstairs to do. She looked like she had been around the block a couple of times so probably knew exactly what we were planning. Hotel staff see all aspects of human life but I couldn't help thinking it would be nice if she came and knocked on our door later! But back to my play-dates. In the privacy of the lift Pam wrapped her arms around my neck and snogged me deeply, then broke off and snogged Ray with equal passion. She pressed into each of us, groaned and told us in graphic terms that she wanted us both to give her such a hard pounding all afternoon - as she put it: "I want to be fucked senseless by my two men please". How could we decline such a heartfelt plea from such a lovely lady in need?! Once in the room it was the most natural thing to help each other out of our clothes and get comfortable on the bed. Pam kept her gorgeous white lacy bra & pants on so that Ray and I could enjoy peeling them off her and she came and lay between us. Ray & I were already both rampant and Pam didn't waste any time in gently wanking each of us and peeling back two foreskins while snogging each of us in turn. Such a wonderfully relaxing and easy start to the afternoon. As she prepared both of us Ray worked on her breasts while I moved down to begin a detailed intimate examination of her vagina. Her panties were already sodden and Pam suggested I put a towel under her bottom in case she squirted, explaining that it didn't always happen but if it did, she tended to be quite copious. I proceeded to indulge myself by removing her panties, opening her legs wide, bending her knees and raising her bum with a pillow. This enabled me to explore her vaginal and anal region thoroughly with fingers, tongue and mouth. She had prepared beautifully, a small trimmed bush of fair hair on her mons and shaved smooth around her genitals. Her labia were already parting and her clit was very prominent. Her pussy was beautifully neat, her labia were large enough to draw between my lips and her clitoral hood very swollen and starting to draw back to expose her clit. Her opening was symmetrical and I commented that her cunt was just like the pencil drawings in my school biology book, which she giggled at. Pam's pussy was utterly delightful and already showing clear signs of arousal, even without much attention from me. This was one very responsive lady. I started to lick her out, slowly but firmly, peeling her apart and enjoying her responses. She soon became very liquid and started to moan as Ray chewed on her nipples and I massaged her G-spot with two fingers and rasped my tongue over her swollen clitoris. She placed her hand on my head and pressed me into her as her first orgasm came hard and fast, followed quickly by another as I changed position and wormed my tongue into her puckered little anus. Her rear passage opened easily to my probing and she was clearly very comfortable with anal play. I later discovered that she had quite a penchant for anal fucking, but sadly not with me due to my girth. Pam was now in that state of multiple orgasms as Ray and I pleasured her orally, each one rising in intensity until she shouted a warning to me that I was about to get wet. I was knelt on the floor, my mouth plugged to her open cunt as her juices ran down my throat, fingers of my left hand peeling back the hood of her clit and thumbing the clit itself, while the little finger of my right hand was deep inside her anus and massaging her rectum gently. Poor Pam, she wasn't going to last long under this onslaught, and sure enough with little warning she cried out and several fountains of clear liquid squirted from her pussy all over my face, and down my back. My first experience of a woman gushing in her orgasm is something that will live with me forever. As Ray gently brought Pam down from her intense climax we cuddled up together and wrapped her in the duvet. Ray explained that she would need some recovery time and suggested we amused ourselves while Pam rested. Seeing her so sated from sexual pleasure was lovely and I gently planted little kisses on her face as she moaned softly to herself. Ray by this time had moved down my body and had commenced his own brand of oral pleasuring on me. Feeling his warm wet mouth slip over my erection was delightful and I was keen to return the favour, so with Pam slumbering next to us Ray and I manoeuvred ourselves into a 69, feasting hungrily on each other's cocks. I love 69'ing with a man or a woman but Ray's technique was especially good and soon I was finding it hard to focus on his lovely penis. I prefer being fellated by men but this was something else. Not wanting to cum at this point but knowing I had to change gear if I was to avoid my own explosion, I broke away from him with some reluctance and gestured for him to lie down so I could fellate him without any distraction. Pam had already told me that Ray was a heavy cummer and added that they had resisted the urge to have sex for a couple of days before meeting me so that he would be able to ejaculate copiously. Hearing his groans of pleasure growing louder I confess to being slightly tentative about whether I could cope with swallowing a big load. Before I could decide if I wanted his seed in my mouth or over my face his noisy grunts had woken Pam and she groaned her pleasure at the sight of her two men enjoying each other. She and Ray started snogging and she then moved down his body, nibbling first on his nipples and then joining me to share his cock. We took it in turns to suck his helmet and run our tongues up and down his shaft. After a few moments of intense oral attention it was Ray's turn to cry out in climax as Pam directed his cock into my mouth. I instinctively cradled his balls and felt his climax as Pam milked him and he jetted warm sticky cum into my mouth. God I've never experienced such an explosive ejaculation before, I couldn't cope with it all and Pam ended up directing the reminder of it over my face. I've never seen such thick strings of cum and the taste & smell will remain for ever in my memory. Pam was so turned on and while frigging herself she went about cleaning me up with her mouth and encouraged me to snowball Ray's cum with her. Once I had been cleaned up and passed all of Ray's cum to Pam for her to swallow, I was eager to give her a good fucking. She was equally keen and laid on her back, legs right back and a fully exposed cunt on display for me to enter. It's important to breakoff at this point in the story and explain some of the preparation we had done before meeting. Ground-rules are really key when indulging in group sex and thankfully we were all in agreement on how we'd like to play. One of the issues was bareback or protected sex. We had agreed that subject to each of us being tested clear for STIs, we would like to engage in bareback sex. Pam confessed to having a weakness for cum and said she enjoyed messy sex hugely, but that for us all to be comfortable we'd need to exchange test results beforehand. They had explained that they were both very dirty in bed, loved no-holds barred bareback fucking with a nice clean bi-guy. Ray assured me that he loved seeing Pam being used hard and they both loved filthy sex with carefully selected guys. A few days before the meeting we had exchanged our clear results and therefore were happy to dispense with condoms. Risky I know, but we all felt we'd taken appropriate measures to minimize risk and enhance our pleasure. We also agreed that any anal intercourse would be with condoms. So, here I was, poised to enter a very lovely mature lady on her back while she snogged with her hubby, her legs wide apart and feet in the air clearly desperate for cock. I knelt between her legs, stroked her clit with my helmet and made sure she was fully wet to enable deep penetration. Loving the sight of my penis stroking the length of her labia, I couldn't resist any longer and entered her slowly and fully until I was balls deep. She moaned loudly and begged me to fuck her hard. Finesse went out of the window and I proceeded to give Pam a deep hard pounding, knowing that she wanted release as soon as possible. Ray was very aroused at the sight of his wife being serviced and quickly regained his erection. It was the most natural thing for him to crouch astride his wife's head and offer his penis to my mouth yet again. Fucking Pam and sucking Ray at the same time was always going to end quickly and I could feel my own sap rising steadily. I eased off the pace and penetrated her deeply instead, enjoying the feel of her cervix against the tip of my penis as she ground her cunt onto the thick base of my cock and had a small climax. By now her body had expanded to accept my girth and her pussy felt just right for me, not too tight but very very comfy. I like to change gear frequently during an intense sex session and decided that I wanted to sample other delights before cumming. With again a sense of reluctance I pulled out of Pam's sopping wet vagina and asked that we all change around. I lay on my back, Pam came and slid onto my cock and draped her full breasts in my face, and I got really deep into her. I could tell that her hubby was positioning himself behind her lovely big ass and expected him to enter her asshole as we had discussed DP. He encouraged her to lean further forward and spread the cheeks of her bum. I was quite surprised when I felt his cock sliding into her cunt alongside mine. There is was, my first DVP - I had just assumed we'd do DP - never assume anything! It was very horny, one of those amazing experiences you'll never forget. The feel of his cock so close to mine was lovely, both of us guys were clearly enjoying it hugely as we were rock hard and that sent Pam into multiple orgasms. Ray & I took turns to thrust while the other lay still, otherwise one of us would slip out! It's quite an art. In between each little climax she'd look down at me and tell me what a turn-on it was for her. I couldn't quite believe this was a 58yo grandma, a school secretary, a lovely grey-haired, full-figured lady-next-door type, begging her hubby and her afternoon lover to fuck her brains out and fill her with cum. We loved talking dirty, she asked if I was OK with her hubby cumming inside her and all over my cock. I told her I was very OK with it, so long as I could cum inside her too. She said that she and Ray loved DVP but that it didn't happen very often, so when it did he usually dumped a huge load in her as he found it such a turn-on. I reassured her that I was very comfortable with another man's cum and that spurred her on to another climax. She said she loved messy sex and how good it was with two relaxed bi-guys and that she hoped we'd both dump heavily in her cunt. She also told us both that whatever we left inside her would have to cleaned up after - and without using tissues or baby-wipes! Hearing his respectable wife talk like that was too much for Ray and he thrust deep and hard alongside me and ejaculated violently inside Pam. The feel of her cunt changed immediately and my cock was bathed in lovely warm semen. Ray stayed inside for a few more thrusts and then withdrew slowly, leaving me still inside. I knew what I wanted - I asked Pam if we could change position, I wanted her on her back again, her legs spread wide and knees bent so that I could examine her cum-filled cunt. Ray placed a pillow under her bum and I used my fingers to scoop the cum dribbling out of her and push it back into her vagina. With her legs wide apart and her cunt glistening with pussy-goo and Ray's semen, the smell of sex was gorgeous. She was begging me to re-enter her and I knelt between her open thighs and stroked my swollen helmet up and down over her open gash, using my cock to scoop Ray's cum back into his wife's cunt. This turned us all on so much and I was getting close to cumming so I slid deep into her without warning and gave her a good hard pounding. Her cunt was so sloppy, I looked down as I slid in and out and enjoyed seeing my cock glistening with Ray's semen, a white tide-ring around the base of my cock. By now the need to cum had subsided a bit and after a few deep thrusts I was able to pull out and offer my cock to Ray to suck. We'd already discussed it and they were both eager for him to do some cleaning himself. The sight of her hubby sucking my cock and my groans of pleasure were all too much for Pam and she begged me to re-enter her and fuck her doggy style, her favorite. "Tim, I want you to give me a good hard fucking and fill me with cum please" are the words she used - how could I refuse? She was making such a noise that Ray filled his wife's mouth with his cock to keep her quiet. The sight of me fucking his wife hard had got him erect again and we proceeded to give Pam a vigorous spit-roasting. I pulled Pam's hair while fucking her and she made it clear she loved being treated this way. Seeing a woman submit so readily to two men really is a monumental turn-on. With her knelt on the bed the inevitable happened and gravity meant that Ray's cum started to run out of her cunt all over my balls. The feel of her sloppy cunt, the smell of sex, the sound of my wet balls slapping against her was all too much. Ray was spurring me on with verbal encouragement and telling me to fuck the dirty bitch hard and splatter her insides with semen. He told me how they both loved her being filled with another man's cum. The dirty talk and the sound of all three of us in the throes of pleasure combined to tip me over the edge, I held Pam's hips tightly and emptied my balls deep inside her. God, she felt lovely, her cunt in spasm and squeezing every last drop of cum from me. Ray by now had withdrawn his cock from Pam's mouth and was wanking over her face. She was using filthy language, this otherwise respectable middle-aged grandmother begging me to dump cum deep into her cunt. Ray too was using dirty talk and really getting off on it, telling Pam what a dirty little whore she was to have another man's cum inside her and what a filthy bitch she had been to have two cocks inside her at once. He asked her to imagine what her colleagues at school would think if they knew what she liked doing in the privacy of her bedroom and what a little cum-slut she was. They clearly both loved this sort of talk and Ray soon unloaded again, this time all over Pam's face. We spent the rest of our time together cleaning each other, snowballing, swapping cum and stories and slowly winding down from an amazing sex-high. We spent the rest of the afternoon eating chocolate, playing with toys and finishing up with me being granted one final wish for the afternoon. I elected to watch them engage in a gentle session of anal intercourse while I wanked over Pam's face. We finally bathed and showered and left the hotel together. As we parted in the car-park we vowed to meet again. Pam has since suggested they might bring along a single female friend of theirs that they swing with. I've asked to think about it, I don't want to spoil the MMF dynamic I love so much, but I think curiosity may get the better of me – I'll let you know in a follow-up.
Frankie's Story Ch. 04	18,234	4.77	726,008	[ "slave", "master", "confrontation", "collar", "test", "lake" ]	(This story interlocks with each chapter so if you come into this story other than the beginning, then you may well scratch your head at some of the comments within this chapter. I've tried to make this a glimpse into the lives and lifestyle of three people. They chose to keep there lives private, isn't it strange how life never lets that happen.) \* Frankie and I were deep in discussion over the itinerary for our next round of seminars and customer visits. We usually leave the door open so neither of us saw her leaning against the doorframe; we don't even know how long she had been there. "Don't you think you had better make Harper Industries your first call since you had to cut the last one short?" We both turned to look at Samantha. She was stunning as ever. I subtly nodded to Frankie and she took her leave asking Samantha what she would like to drink. Samantha took a seat as Frankie left to get Samantha's drink closing my door behind her. I sensed the same undercurrent from her that I felt at the seminar. I waited for her to say something letting the silence weigh on her. She seemed to have come to terms with something since we last saw her more than six months ago at the seminar. "How is your friend, the one that you had to cut short your trip for? I heard she was involved in a car accident." "She's fine thank you. She had to stay in hospital for a few days but she's back at work now. All of us are spoiling her rotten much to her annoyance." I felt my own annoyance growing over the increasing unwarranted pressure Samantha is bringing to bear. It is clear her father only lets her loose when he wants someone taught a lesson or a part of his company isn't performing to his standards. The fact she is here now left me wondering if Mitchell Harper believed I fell into that category. If so, then perhaps it was time to close the book and walk away from all dealings with him. "What do you want Samantha?" Her smile faltered slightly. She clearly had something to say and I was becoming more irritated she kept stalling. "Why Jack, what an earth do you mean? It's simply a friendly visit", her voice thick with sarcasm. Her statement would have been funny if she wasn't irritating me so much. I placed my elbows on my desk and looked intensely at her. "Samantha, you're a beautiful woman. You make people nervous when you walk into a room because your reputation precedes you. Your reputation is well earned because you make the hard decisions and make sure they are carried out. What you do you do for the good of your father's company and you do it with integrity and diligence. You have always dealt with me fairly and well. So, I'm going to give you one more chance, what do you want?" She paused and stared at me intently to see if I had ulterior motive for what I just said. I stared back. "Are you afraid of me Jack?" Just as I was about to answer Frankie came back and placed drinks in front of both of us. She was about to leave again when Samantha asked her to sit down. Both looked at me and I eventually nodded in agreement. "I'm going to come clean Jack. It's going to take a minute to do that because I need you to understand something before I do. My father plans to expand his business once again and throw a good chunk of the work your way so he asked me to check you out. I'm very thorough Jack as you know I take my job very seriously." "I had planned to come clean when you visited so I talked my father into extending your visit another two days. The accident put a wrench into my plans so I took it upon myself to come here instead, 'Into the lion's den' so to speak." By now I have had enough. Samantha seemed to be spending a great deal of time talking yet saying absolutely nothing. Looking at my watch I then looked over to Frankie who has a worried expression on her face. "Get your coat Frankie; it's time to go home. If you will excuse me, I have things to do." Samantha went white, her mouth dropped open and she seemed at a loss over what to say next. She sat watching as I headed for the door grabbing my coat. Frankie was already in the middle of putting hers on when Samantha's mouth suddenly went into overdrive. "Your name is Francine McManus your father is a prominent lawyer and a partner in his law firm. You're his niece, you're also his slave and you have been for the last six months. There is one other a Maureen O'Connell although she goes by the name of Red. She has been his slave since collage." Frankie was frozen to the spot and actually looked like she was on the verge of tears. I acted as though I wasn't listening to her and simply continued to put my coat on and place papers in my case to work on later. Eventually my head came up and I noticed that both girls were watching me. "Thank you for the history lesson Samantha. Now, since our business has finished you will have to excuse us but it's been a long day. We will be heading home. Goodbye." Samantha stood and, for the first time, fear crossed her eyes. "Please Jack. No one knows any of this you have my word. I need to talk to you. I could come out to the cabin later and we could discuss this there." I made it look like I was thinking about it. Then I shook my head and said no telling her that our home is private and I refuse to let her anywhere near it. She should be here ten tomorrow morning if she wanted to continue this one-sided conversation. I followed Frankie out of my office leaving Samantha in the middle of the room staring at our backs as we left. "What are you going to do?" "Don't worry Frankie I have that already covered." As we pulled up to the cabin Red came out to greet us. "Both of you collar up and I want you both in tee shirts and shorts for tonight." Frankie rushed into the cabin. Red stood and waited as I drew closer I gave her a quick rundown on what had happened in the office. "Is there going to be trouble?" Shaking my head, I added, "Let's just say that things may get a little interesting this evening. Here is what I want you and Frankie to do if ..." Red nodded and went into the cabin to change. I then took my case into my den and started working on the papers I had brought home with me. Samantha arrived two hours later. I watched her car pass my window, got up and stood by the cabin door with both the girls behind me. She took a few minutes in her car gathering her thoughts then took a deep breath and exited the car walked towards the cabin. "I said I would see you tomorrow Samantha." She continued to walk towards the cabin her smile as disarming as she could make it. "I understand that Jack but what I have to say is important and also confidential." Samantha had mounted the steps and stood in the middle of the porch. The only thing blocking her way was me. Both the girl came out of the cabin passed me and split up walked five paces behind and at either side of Samantha kneeling on the deck facing her. "You don't listen, do you Samantha? Do you ever listen?" I stared at her, our eyes locked and she seemed to shrink back slightly. I slowly walked behind her stopping close to her. Her whole body shook for a moment before she took control of it once again. Her eyes fixed forward never leaving the door to the cabin. I spoke into her right ear, "You were given very explicit instructions and you didn't follow them. This is my house, my space and you came here uninvited. You disobeyed me." Her whole body trembled once more before she found her voice again. "I... I'm sorry... I... please I need you to listen to me." I moved to her other ear. She practically jumped when I spoke, "No." "I... I don't understand." "It's simple Samantha the answer is 'no'. Now leave." Her head slumped for a moment. I thought I saw her shoulders shake before she pulled air into her lungs. "Please you have to listen to me. It's important." Once again I moved to her other ear and again she jumped when I whispered, "Had you come and spoke to me when we first met I may have listened. Now your behavior shows it's no longer in you. What you see is an echo of your past Samantha so the answer is no." This time her shoulders slumped. I moved away from her to give her access to the porch steps and her car. Samantha must have heard me move because what she said next burst from her mouth so quickly that nothing short of desperation urged it onwards. "Please Sir test me. Test me now and if I fail I will know." Both Red and I looked at each other. Samantha had caught me unprepared. Red was now frantically shaking her head. "I'm not your 'Sir'." A new found strength seemed to have come to her; we could all hear it in her voice. "I may have not earned the right to call you Master and until I pass any test you give me you are to be treated with respect Sir." Samantha seemed to take my silence as an opening and she pounced on it grabbing it with both hands. Her whole demeanor changed as she desperately pled, "I am lost. Please Sir, test me. Let me show you." Red was still shaking her head when I glanced at her. We both knew why. My gaze then went to Frankie. Her eyes still focused on Samantha. The pause in conversation made her look towards me and then back to Samantha only to return to me as though she herself was looking for her own answers. Finally, Frankie looked once again at me and briefly nodded before her focus returned to our guest. I made a gesture towards Red who then glared at me but nodded anyway. She stood and walked into the cabin. Moments later she returned with the thick leather collar I use to tie the girls to the bed and placed it around Samantha's neck with the locking mechanism still open. "You wish to be tested but I have my doubts. Leave now and what has happened here will never be spoken of again." Samantha's arms moved from her side and moments later I shut the collar around her neck. I'm almost sure she knew what was going to be said next. I commanded her to remove her clothes, fold them and set them in front of her. I still had not moved from behind her and I knew I would not do so tonight. This is a test and not bonding. I have to say even though I refused to stand in front of her I can see she has a most impressive back. Her blonde hair stopped just below her shoulder blades. She had that all over natural tan with no tan lines and one hell of an impressively tight ass. I may be looking at only her back but what I was seeing clearly showed she took time to work out... a lot. I did not intend to push her. Yet, it is her insistence to be tested pushed me to do just that. I had to remember it was she who is forcing me to have to deal with her this way. She came here even though I told her I would see her tomorrow and she ignored my command. This is my home. It's why I took so much time and effort to buy the land around my cabin so that I could have my privacy and Samantha Harper ignored that. Be it out of need or arrogance I had yet to find out. Pretty soon she was going to figure out what her test was and I wondered how she would cope. Of course, the fallout from administering this test and her failing could be interesting. Her clothes were all neatly folded and just in front of her. Samantha was totally naked and waiting for my next command. After a pause I told her to kneel on her clothes. Kneeling down by Red I whispered in her ear what I wanted Frankie and her to do, she nodded to Frankie and both stood and walked back into the cabin leaving us alone. I remain silent observing Samantha's reaction. Samantha was becoming more anxious. A couple of times her body would shudder before she would take back control of it. It was Frankie who came through the door first. She knelt in front of Samantha and offered her a glass of water and holding a pitcher in her other hand. "Take it and drink everything that is given to you. You will not be drugged. You will be fully aware of what you are doing at all times here. You are free to leave at any time by stopping the test and ending everything." Samantha took the glass and steadily worked her way through the pitcher of water. When that was finished she went to hand her glass back to Frankie who shook her head rose up and walked back into the cabin. Moments later Red appeared and knelt in front of her and the process continued. For nearly half an hour both girls patiently knelt in front of her and fed her water. With each passing minute Samantha was getting more and more agitated. It was Frankie who broke the silence, "You know what my Master wants from you, if it's within you it will come out." She let out a small giggle as she answered Frankie, "Oh it's within me all right. I just pray that Armani will forgive me when I let it all out." Frankie smiled nodded her head slightly and continued to watch Samantha. The smell of pee began to invade the porch and soon a small stream of liquid appeared from under Samantha's ass running between the gaps in the decking and then out of view. The clothes she was kneeling on are now thoroughly soaked. Finally, she handed Frankie her glass back and waited. She jumped again when spoke close to her ear. "Put your clothes back on. Red will show you were you will sleep. You have tonight to think about what it is you want. You have the keys to your car. Use them if you need to and, if that's what you choose to do, this afternoon will never be mentioned again." Samantha didn't move. The soaked clothes beneath her reminding her of what she had just done. Finally, she drew breathe and lifted herself off the decking; squatted down and picked up her clothes; and very gingerly set about putting them back on. Frankie looked towards me; it was clear by her manner that she wanted to help her so I nodded my head and stood further back. Frankie picked up the rest of her clothes and held them as Samantha got dressed. Red watched from the cabin door until Samantha was fully dressed. She exited the cabin then walked passed us down the steps. Samantha turned to follow and that's the first time our eyes met since all this had started. Her eyes were moist she had come close to tears over this small part of her test. She paused before descending the stairs saying, "I will pass this test Sir and when I do please let me talk openly to you. I need you to listen and understand, two traits I know you have in abundance." "Who said your test is even remotely over?" Her body involuntarily shuddered before her shoulders slumped in understanding that this was just the beginning. "I understand. But what you saw as arrogance was my own uncertainty about how to approach you. I will gladly continue to be tested until I have earned my time to talk to you." There was something about her as she spoke. Her mannerism reflected a silent acceptance of the inevitable. Her eyes held within them a grim determination. I caught the movement of her arm and looked as her hand came level to me. Instinctively I held my hand out and Samantha placed the keys to her car in my hand and then she followed Red towards the barn and the cot I have in there. By the time Red had returned from the barn I had thrown a bucket of water over the spot that Samantha had peed. She stood and looked at the wet patch for a moment. "Please consider what you're doing. You're collecting waifs and strays again. I'm sure she has her reasons to be here but it's my duty to protect you. I am your slave but I also gave my word to Shannon that I would protect you and this whole situation could get very messy. She is dangerous." Other than nodding my head I had very little to say but plenty to think about. Red moved back into the cabin to make dinner and Frankie came and sat with me, as she got herself comfortable I let her know that since Red gave me her opinion it was fair that I heard hers. After a moment Frankie said. "You knew she would come here. In the car you said you had this situation covered." I smiled as I realized what I had said to her. I told her that I had my doubts about being associated with Harper industries so I got someone to check them out. The corporation and the Harper family came back clean except for Samantha. That's when I got a PI to really check the family out. As it turns out Samantha was into BDSM in collage and, like her with Randy, she got into some trouble. Her father interceded and things got a little ugly but money talks and the boy Samantha was with quietly left collage and faded away. Samantha resumed her studies. "So, that's why you spoke to her like you did just now. Her submissive side has resurfaced. But how did she find us? We have been so careful." I held out my hand. Frankie placed hers into mine and moved to sit on my lap snuggling in closer and a gentle sigh of contentment escaped her lips. "She actually told us the truth. Her father is in the middle of buying the guts of the company that the Sanchez brothers built. The feud between them is forcing liquidation of the whole company. Mitchell Harper plans to run it as a subsidiary after merging some of the technology into other divisions." She gasped when she realized. "Harper told Samantha to check you out because they need to bring you in on the transition and to help with the technology integration." I hugged her tighter and smiled. "Somehow we left a trail and Samantha followed it. Her old needs resurfaced and that's why she is here or at least in part." For such a long time Frankie sat and stared at the barn. I knew where her mind was. She would ask me soon, I knew she would. "Please don't be angry with me Master but may a sleep in the barn tonight. She is alone and no slave should ever be alone." Once again I hugged her and told her I could never be angry with someone who cares so much. Frankie was close to tears and hugged me back. I did warn her though. She was to have dinner first and then take Samantha hers. I did not want Frankie to talk to her so I would insist on a ball gag until the morning. "She has choices to make Frankie. They are significant choices for her. Yes, she can use you as a sounding board but you must not influence her. The gag will deny her that. You will both shower together in the morning and then take a long bath together. Let's face it, by tomorrow the both of you are going to smell something awful and I'm already going to get it from Red for smelling up the cabin." \\\\\\\* Red and I watched Frankie walk to the barn with Samantha's dinner in her hands. I had personally put a holed ball gag on Frankie and she smiled as I did. She knew she would be sleeping with it on, although I seriously had my doubts if either of them would get much sleep tonight. So, some relief on her part was mixed in with the smile. "I will get us a couple of blankets." "Why?" "Oh, come on let's not fool ourselves here. What you did to that girl is completely foreign to you. The action you were going to take against here instantly changed when she called you Sir and Frankie and I know it." I was still not getting Red's meaning. "You aren't going to sleep tonight just thinking about both of them in there. You plan to serve your own penance and that means we are going to be out here all night watching a barn that isn't going anywhere. It will still be here in the morning." It was my turn to chuckle. "How did you get so smart?" Red was now on my lap and had wrapped us both in the two blankets, a warm and contented woman. "I went to collage remember and besides Shannon saw how smart I was and gave me a part of you as a gift that I never realized I needed and every day I thanked her for it." This time we both laughed. The pause that came next was for Red to focus on what she wanted to say next. All I did was sit and watch a barn that didn't move. She was right about that. "Shannon knew from the day she met you that you were the one she would spend her life with. I don't hold much stock in this love-at-first-sight nonsense but she did. The thing she quickly realized was that the both of you together would be dangerous. She would willingly do anything you told her to do and you were still young enough to make mistakes and either got caught or hurt each other." The fact that Red was talking about this meant something to her so I let her continue. "Yes, I had a few kinks and, sexually, still wanted to experiment but Shannon knew that as soon as I met you I would be hooked on our lifestyle. But, she also let me in for a reason and it's the same reason you did. You also give me more maneuvering room than you ever would to Shannon or Frankie." There was nothing between us yet she wriggled a little in an effort to get even closer. Red was leading up to something. Now was that time. "My master I simply urge caution with this one. She is in the process of laying herself bare to you in the hopes you will accept her just as my sister did not more than six months ago. Please take your time; you have plenty of that to make the right decision." I made my promise to Red that evening and we talked for many hours before sleep stole her from me. Our lifestyle was just that... ours. We have no rules but the ones we agree to and lived by them. Some we adjusted as our relationship grew and evolved and others we discarded as outdated. To the strict by-the-book Masters I was, no doubt, looked on as a weak Master. After all, who would accept a slave that lives a thousand miles away for well over half the year? Yet, what they don't see are the benefits. To someone like Red the glimpse of freedom is all she needed. Her reluctance to return to Hollywood showed me that and the proof was when Red announced that she was finished after this last film. In her mind she was a slave. There is only one person she would ever call Master and we both reaped the benefits of that power exchange. As the sun made its slow progress up the mountain Red stirred and woke. She shook her head when she realized that I had not slept but remained silent. I broke the seal of our cocoon and, after we showered together, I told Red I was going into work for the morning. "They will come out soon. Feed them and let them shower together and make sure they bath together. I will be back by one o'clock. So, if any of you need to rest do so. There is a lot of ground to cover when I get back. She has a story to tell and she needs a clear head to tell it." Red paused and then nodded her head. The fact she didn't say anything was a telling sign so I asked her what the problem was. "My Master we will all have the advantage over you. We would have rested while you have not slept all night. May I make a suggestion?" I nodded watching her closely. "I know what time you will return. They do not. Allow us to take Samantha to Doctor Kellerman for a checkup and tests. It will give you the rest you need and she can tell her tale to a rested Master." My smile gave me away. The nod as I left simply confirmed it. Once I hugged Red I left for work still trying to get a handle on what may be going on in Samantha's head. Frankie came into the office at half past ten. I looked up but I couldn't get a word in. Frankie started in as soon as the door was shut. "Boy, can that girl talk up a storm. Well, I finally managed to get the smell of her pee off of me and it was a good idea to shower first. The bath was just heaven." Frankie finally stopped talking long enough to look over to me as she sat down. "What? You didn't expect your PA to go missing when the owner of the company is in, do you? When the owner is in so is the PA. Plus, I figured out from Samantha the hole she found that led to our discovery. I'm now in the process of filling that hole in and our lives can, once again, be ours." I just shrugged my shoulders which annoyed her. She was in a talking mood and nothing was going to stop that short of a ball gag so I let her. "My sister had already phoned for an appointment with Doctor Kellerman." As she said that she looked at her watch. Nodded once and looked at me again. "They should be leaving in about an hour. Her lover in collage was called Arnold Hamilton III and, from what she told me, a real piece of work. Her father got involved when she couldn't explain away the broken arm he gave her for not sucking his dick after he had just pulled it out of her ass." I saw my opening and I just couldn't resist it. "That's an idea. I think I will try that on you tonight." Her whole conversation came to an abrupt halt. Frankie's mouth was still open and her eyes let me know she was in total shock. Try as I might I couldn't keep a straight face and the stomping out of the office on the pretext of getting us both a coffee left me sitting there trying not to howl with laughter. By the time Frankie returned I was putting the finishing touches to the itinerary for our next trip. I heard her put the tray down and scribble a few notes as we bounced ideas off of each other for the next hour. Mrs. Gillins stopped by and sat in Frankie's seat looking at the wall we had taken over as our organizer. What was once just a plain wall now had bits of paper, post notes and news paper articles taped to it. She studied the wall for half an hour and then left shaking her head telling us it was the strangest wall paper she had ever seen. The phone ringing made us look at the time and then each other. It reminded us that it was time to head for home. I was the closest to it so I answered it. "I'm going to have to drop by and test the water over at your place Jack." "Oh. Hi, Doc. Why would you want to do that?" "This never ending stream of women coming into your life... It has got to be something in the water." "Not really Doc. I put it down to my stunningly good looks." Frankie could hear him laugh clear across the other side of the office smiled and then winked at me. It took a moment for Doc Kellerman to compose himself before he got down to business. "It was good to see Red again. I checked her out while she was here. I figured I may not get another chance until the film she's working on is over." "Any surprises?" "Not really Jack. She keeps herself in good shape doing her job in Hollywood." The Doc paused trying to work out how best to say what was on his mind. "Jack. Red has told me she plans to have her Norplant taken out in six months." "Yes I know about it Doc. I will be with her when she goes to have it taken out." The relief in his voice could be heard over the phone. "Would you like me to research another form of birth control for her?" "No need Doc. Can you put her back on the pill for awhile?" It was plain to see the real question he wanted to ask. But he has always been a patient man and would be willing to wait however long for an answer. "So how did the check up and the STD test go for Samantha?" "Medically she's fit. As you will know, I have to run the rest of the tests so you will have to wait for the results, as usual. I will send you both updates when I get them. I touched on birth control with Samantha and she told me she isn't on any. So, you two really need to have a talk and get back to me on that. She has another appointment in three weeks. She says that it's in sync with your schedule so I assume your both ok with that." Something didn't fit right with what he had just said. He said, "Yes," when I asked him if she actually said three weeks was fine with both of us. I moved it to three weeks and a day. The Doc laughed and said he would change it. He also understood why I needed to do so but I shouldn't play party games with his surgery. We wished each other a good day and still smiling I put the phone down. "All is well?" "Yes, she is fine. She does need a few lessons in compartmentalizing and assumption is very high on her list it seems. I suppose she still struggles with giving over her life but we can sort that out between us. Did you know she had no birth control?" Frankie nodded before replying, "Yes she mentioned it in the barn last night. You need to ask her the last time she had sex of any kind." I suppose it was consistent with what the doc said. After all, if you're not having sex why bother with birth control. But that would be a topic for later and we needed to head back home. \\\\\\\* Once we were home I sent both the girls out on their run while I spoke to Samantha. We sat at the kitchen table with our drinks for our conversation. "You understand your world will turn upside down now?" She nodded, "Yes I know, but I have been careful and done my research. I fucked up at collage and my father had to rescue me. I let a sadistic bastard run my life and while I was convalescing with a broken arm I realized then that I had to take great care the next time." "That was some years ago. Why has it taken you this long?" "I never found him... I mean you. Once I give I give freely. But I'm not stupid. My father has had me watched for many years waiting to see if I will return to this lifestyle. Remember, I'm going to run the company someday and in his eyes a submissive in charge is a weakness to his company." I snorted a laugh. She seemed to want me to explain myself, I chose not to. "Exactly what do you want Samantha?" The pause as she worked out what to say was punctuated by the girls coming in and heading for the shower. I told them both to collar up and tee shirts and shorts. Both stopped dead in there tracks for a moment looked at us both and then finally leaving for the shower. "You don't have to do that you know. I have seen naked women before." I waited. She had not answered my question and I didn't feel the need to explain my actions. Eventually she spoke. "My job keeps me on the road for many months. I actually like my job but other than my parents' house I don't live anywhere else. I could never see the point of getting an apartment when all I'm doing is paying for it and not living in it. So, in a sense I'm asking for what you allow Red." Many things became clearer then. She had done her research that was for sure. "And what do I get in return?" Her answer was very quick in coming, "Me." Even as she said that one word I didn't hear it. I was to busy cussing myself for my own stupidity. Frankie told me but I didn't listen. That coupled with what Samantha had told me this evening I now realized just what it felt like to be Mitchell Harper's puppet. As I stood, both the girls were coming out of there room. I told Frankie to go back and get dressed and then turned my attention to Red. "I'm taking Frankie with me. I want you to stay and keep Samantha company. Keep her away from every phone in the place and especially her cell." Both nodded and split up to do as I asked. I made a few phone calls of my own while I waited. It took me eight calls to find what I was looking for and once I had both Frankie and I were out the door and heading east. It took me until we pulled into the motel car park some twenty miles from my place to explain everything I suspected. Frankie got out and spent a few minutes charming the guy at reception before he gave her the information we needed. Two minutes after that I was knocking on the door to room 217. Mitchell Harper answered a few second later. He took one look opened the door and let us both in. I nodded to a chair and Frankie sat and watched Mitch as he went to the bar and helped himself. Once he had emptied the contents down his throat he spoke. "I had it in the back of my mind that you would figure it out Jack. I was hoping you would take it all at face value and we would never have this discussion. It's good to finally meet you Francine." Frankie just smiled and nodded at him never once taking her eyes off of him. "Would you care to explain?" Mitchell Harper nodded and then put his drinks glass down. "First off Jack I want you to know that I love my Family. They are all a constant joy to me and the only reason I'm still alive. It was my wife Peggy Sue that noticed it first and then brought it to my attention. Samantha wasn't like the rest of the children which was highlighted in college when that scumbag broke my little girls arm. Peggy Sue is smarter than me Jack. She sat me down and explained to me what Samantha was. I had never heard of a submissive Jack." At first Mitchell Harper took it as an insult to his manhood that his own flesh and blood was so weak. Yet his daughter was the same person who could walk into a room and grown men would head for the exit or suddenly think of a very important reason why they needed to be the other side of the building at that moment. Almost every week he would go home and tell his wife about Samantha. How people were actually afraid of her? This submissive thing must have been just a phase in her life. "I told Peggy Sue for a submissive Sam could sure scare the crap out of a room full of some of the most powerful men in my organization. I've watched her tear into directors with multi million dollar budgets before Jack, she was her fathers daughter and no doormat that was for sure." But Peggy Sue warned him that unless she found the right man to be her Master he couldn't hand her the company. The stresses would destroy her. The stress of knowing all this and not being able to sit down with his own daughter so that they could talk about it was also started to tell on Mitch but then one of my programs came to his attention and that's when fate lent a hand. "As a policy I get some of the people that get close to me or my family checked out. You came into that bracket Jack and that's when I found out about you and what you are. I gave your file to Peggy Sue and once she read it she urged me to talk to you. I couldn't do it Jack. My pride was a barrier between us. I couldn't let you have my little girl knowing what people like you do to women." What Mitch Harper had said so far had answered one other question. His wife runs the house. "Your wife gave you an ultimatum didn't she?" Mitch nodded in surprise. The fact that I knew this intrigued him. "Yes, she did about a year ago. Samantha had started to change in small subtle ways that only Peggy Sue noticed because she was looking out for them. Even though I had tried to introduce her to suitable men she rejected them out of hand as weak or arrogant. She would disappear for days at a time and not tell either of us where she had gone. We knew we had no right to ask. She was a grown woman but my wife said I had to do something or we could lose her for good." "So your wife sent you to me?" Mitch shook his head and said that her ultimatum came two days before he had heard about Shannon's death. It seems while I was dealing with the funeral Marlon had to go to Harper Industries head office to deal with a problem. This raised Mitch's interest and he found out about Shannon. "I would stick my hand up and admit I know so little of your lifestyle Jack. But I know a man in pain when I see one. I was at her funeral Jack. I stayed out of the way and watched you in your grief. That's when I knew even though I didn't want to ever admit it out loud to anyone but Peggy Sue but that's when I knew." That's when he looked towards Frankie, who was just doing as I had asked her, she was to sit and watch Mitchell Harper. "Then enter stage left Francine McManus and I watched you all even closer. Could a man hurt his own niece? Could a man leave her black and blue and put her in hospital? Or, would he look out for her and treat her with the respect I would want him to treat my little girl?" Her face paled slightly. This we hadn't discussed even though I suspected it would happen. It was also why I brought Frankie with me rather than Red. Mitch Harper asked her point blank if she was my slave. For such a long time she looked at him and then looked towards me. I nodded, allowing her to answer. "If my Master leaves me black and blue it's because I asked him to. Each bruise is earned. It is mine and I will cherish it for as long as it stays with me. If you're asking me if he is a sadist then, no, he is not. If you're asking me if Samantha will be manipulated by him then, no, she will not be. We are all tested on a daily basis because we wish it that way. Every goal I achieve pleases him and in turn pleases me." Mitch walked to the bar and got himself another drink and slowly recounted the time I had phoned him with the pictures of Charles manhandling Frankie. He was at home when I phoned. As the pictures came on the screen Peggy Sue was by his side. Both of them decided right then to send Samantha. The additional security team was there to bring Charles back. Samantha was told to clean up the mess he had left behind and stay for the rest of the seminar. "My wife told me to put you both in the same area and let nature take its course. I had hopes, Jack. I just didn't ever want you to think it was my idea. This is Samantha's dream and I can't stand in her way. If I do I'm not sure what will happen to her and just imagining what can happen down that road give me the creeps." Something was still bugging me so I asked Mitch. "Those extra two days. What were they for specifically?" It was Mitch's turn to smile, the first time he had all evening. "Shall we say Peggy Sue maneuvered Samantha into asking me to extend your visit for another two days? It was going to be my wife's way of finding out about Francine and to get her own impression about you. Samantha was going to use the time to form a bond with you both outside of work. She told her mom that she was so nervous around you at the seminar that she may have blown it." "So why are you here now?" "Because she is Mitchell Harper's daughter and if you reject her request for the same status you give Red then I wanted to be close enough at hand to pick up the pieces. In two years time she will take the reins of the company, Jack. That's practically a full time job. I understand her need now just as I know you're the man that can give her both the space to run my company and fulfill that need to be a slave. There just isn't that many Masters out there with the willingness to allow her to be that powerful and just as submissive." We stared at each other. Mitch had said all he had to say and I knew all I needed to know. Turning to Frankie I nodded and she stood and headed for the door. I waited until she had left before I turned to Mitch one final time. "I'm taking all three girls out tomorrow from ten in the morning until four in the afternoon. We are going on a picnic. Remove every listening device and camera you have in and around my cabin by that time because I will have the place professionally swept the day after. My place is off limits to all that aren't invited there." I left Mitchell Harper by the door to his room with his jaw open staring at me in amazement. Frankie drove us back home. The urge to ask her opinion was close to overwhelming but we both knew that Red had to be in on this. It was also time for just a little payback for Mitchell Harper using me like he had. \\\\\\\* When we arrived back home both girl rose from their chairs on the porch greeting us. Since this was going to be a group decision I held it at the kitchen table. All eyes were focused on Samantha; she knew this was going to be the only chance she had to argue her case collectively. Part of me was interested at her sales pitch. In a sense she was not only selling Samantha Harper the troubleshooter for Harper industries but, more important to those around the table at that moment, Samantha the person and the slave. It was those two parts that all the three of us were truly interested in. "Tomorrow starts a new day but we have yet to get through this one so I'm going to ask you one last time. What do you want?" Both girls watched Samantha and she tried to sink deeper into her chair. "I know myself. I'm barely hanging on now. I'm a submissive and have been one since the day I was able to figure it out in my head but that doesn't make me anyone's fuck piece." She looked up from the table and then at both girls before her gaze settled on me. "I want a man I can call Master a man who will give me what he gives Red. I need to look after the company. There are too many people impacted for me to walk away or for me to hand over to someone else only to see it fail. In return, I will be a slave when I enter this valley and this cabin. All that I am will be yours." It was Red that spoke next. I suppose since she was named in this she felt she had a right to comment on it. "Can you drop everything when your cell and your Master tell you he needs you? Can you know in your heart that this is home and anywhere you are outside of here is nothing more than where you rest your head? Can you look at every other man or even woman straight in the eye and tell them no?" Samantha's eyes swept her audience and finally locked on me. Her cheeks flushed and her eyes moistened. The biggest smile came to her lips as question after question tumbled through her thoughts and was answered in the affirmative. She nodded her head and eventually said, "When my Master calls I am but a heartbeat away. When my Master stands with me I am home and when my Master looks at me he will only ever know the word... yes." Both the girls looked directly at Frankie. The silence within the room was becoming oppressive. "When I first came here I bared my soul to my Master. I had so little experience to offer him but what I did have I gave freely and what he has given me in return has been worth the pain of that first day. Understand what you want. My Master is many things but a magician he isn't. Never be afraid to seek out his advice. He will always have time for you." Samantha rose from her chair and leapt up and down before she finally calmed. "So you accept me?" Frankie just smile and looked a bit embarrassed by Samantha's actions. "I am but one small voice. It's my Master that makes that choice." Frankie wanted to say more. I interrupted her before she had the chance. "Samantha. Go and have a shower." All three girls quickly turned to look at me. Samantha nodded and got up and left. Red and Frankie followed me into the play room. Even as I pulled objects out of drawers they kept silent. It was only when we were between the play room and bedroom that I stopped. Both girls almost walked into me. "When Samantha comes out of the shower dry her off and I will place the leather collar on her and attach her to the bed. I need you both to have as much sex with her as you can using everything you have in your arms." Frankie looked towards Red. I'm sure this would rate as the most bazaar request I could ever give them. I continued to ignore there sideways glances at each other to give them the rest of there instructions. "You are only to stop when you are both exhausted. I don't care if you have to throw a bucket of water over her to keep her awake. You do not stop until both of you are satisfied." \\\\\\\* Mitchell Harper was surprised to see me. He opened the door and let me in and for a brief moment we both stood in the middle of the room staring at each other. My eyes scanned the room looking for what I had actually expected to be up and running. "I know you have access to all of the cameras in my house so you need to pull up the camera in my bedroom." I'm sure the thought of denying it did occur to him but he did do the wise thing and shrug his shoulders pull his laptop from its case and set it up. Five minutes later the vision of Red and Frankie double teaming Samantha took up the whole of the screen. "You sent people to my house and violated my privacy; you wrapped it up in the excuse of looking out for your family as you trampled over mine. So now I'm giving you a choice. You sit and watch everything that happens until I say stop or I take a disc of what's going on there now to Peggy Sue and explain to her what she is seeing and why." A man so proud a family man that truly did love his family had little choice and for the next half an hour I made him watch his daughter being double teamed by Red and Frankie. His mood swung from wanting to rip my head off to just sitting there in frustration that he was watching something that he could do nothing about. The man who sat watching that screen was a father not the owner of Harper Industries; a family man who, by his own admission, loved his family more than life itself; and who has, over a period of years, come to terms with his little girl having a need that he could do nothing about. Once in a while he would wince as the scene on the laptop changed. I'm sure he was grateful this picture that was burning itself into his mind didn't come with the sound. It was only when I told him to turn it off that the veneer that held him together crumbled and he cried. Once the laptop was closed down and packed away again Mitch had composed himself. To be honest, I half expected him to come at me for doing this to his little girl and making him watch. "So what happens now?" I looked at his tear streaked eyes. "I've already told you what's happening tomorrow. As for the future, that's up to Samantha. The girls have accepted her and so have I." Mitch vaguely waved at the case holding the laptop. "What about the disc of that?" "Well, I don't know about you but I switched off my camera before I left to come here. I don't have a copy." The shock on his face soon turned to suspicion. I had nothing to hide from him so I just let him work that part out himself. I was walking towards the door he asked me the one question I had been expecting since all this started. "Jack, how long have you known?" I see no reason to lie to him. "About two hours after your people left my place. I live in a remote valley, Mitch. You don't think I have my own personal security system? I have discs of your people installing your equipment and I was tapped into your live feed by the evening. The only thing I didn't know until this evening was who ordered them to do it." This man had stuck his nose into a deeply personal area of my life and the longer he allowed his system to stay in my house the angrier I became. Yes, I understood his reason for not only doing it but for keeping it there but that's still no excuse. I decided that it was time for me to exact revenge in my way and showing his daughter naked and being well fucked just sat right with me. I had told Samantha that tomorrow starts a new day and it will be. I just had to remind Mitch Harper who the Master was before that new day started. \\\\\\\* Getting Samantha out of bed the next morning was no mean feat in itself. We all took pity on her and both the girls helped her into the shower. Red stayed to help wash her. Frankie and I made breakfast and ate around the kitchen table. The odd smile still crept from person to person as we watched Samantha trying to find a comfortable sitting position. "If this happens everyday I may have to rethink my status as slave and change it to pin cushion." The roar of laughter and dropped cutlery sure broke any ice left between the girls. That was for sure. Frankie leaned across and rested her hand over Samantha's shaking her hand and telling her that it didn't happen often. But their conversation did open up a topic that had to be cleared up as quickly as possible. "Samantha, you understand that as a slave I can share you with whomever I please?" She paled. Frankie still hadn't moved her hand away and quickly gripped Samantha's for reassurance. Both there eyes locked on one another for a moment and Frankie gave her one of those shy smiled of hers that conveyed so much warmth. "I have given myself to you and all of you around this table have accepted me. I hope you will take into account the fallout on my family if whoever you share me with makes it public." The giggles from the girls seemed to confuse her. I couldn't tease her any longer on the topic since it clearly made her uncomfortable. "Both you and your father's research into my life is still a little limited. I am and always will be a very private person. The people you see around this table are the only people I will ever share you with." The relief on her face was clear to all of us. What made us all lose it was the comment she made afterwards. "Well, I won't have to fake a headache with you guys. I can see me enjoying my life from now on." Red chocked and then laughed so much she had to ask to be excused. The rest of us just laughed. I had to keep an eye on the time so keeping with how things were in the cabin I made sure all the girls were in t-shirts and shorts as we all climbed into the car and drove further into the valley. The small lake at the back end of the valley was an ideal picnic place and the high hills kept any breeze at bay making it a perfect sun trap. All three had gotten naked real quick and dashed into the lake to enjoy themselves. My mind rested. I love this place. Shannon found it on one of her exploration trips and urged me to do something about it. How could I deny her a place like this? So, I bought the land and Shannon, Red and I had a party here the day the deed exchanged hands. The warm wet body that lay over me brought me back to today. A giggling Red filled my vision when I opened my eyes. My arms wrapped around her and the kiss between us soon made me hard. Her hand wrapped around my hardness. "I'm already wet. May I find a place for this?" Her skin was so familiar to me. Her body yielded itself to my touch. Even as she swung her leg over me, my hardness was waiting for her. Red's warmth drew me to her. As her pussy lips touched and she lowered herself a gentle moan escaped her lips and as she bottomed out her smile just got brighter. Her nipple seemed to dance just out of reach, teasingly so. Red's giggle quickly turned to a sigh as my lips sought her nipple and I slowly sucked it into my mouth. My hand rolled her other nipple with my thumb and forefinger. The pain on my shoulder matched the pain Red felt as she bit deep into my shoulder. My lips sealed around her breast and my head pulled back watching her pleasurable flesh extend away from her body. That pain on my shoulder became so intense. The tingle both in my head and the pressure around my cock added to the rush going through our bodies. Only Red could do this to me. Only she could sense my moods so well. Red slammed herself down onto me. Her bite becoming even more painful as she ground her pussy harder into me her own breathing becoming more ragged as she fought so hard to fend off her orgasm. She was trying everything she knew about me to make me cum and not let go at the same time. The sudden movement and the sound of my hand meeting her ass at speed caused Red to clamp down on my cock and the pain in my shoulder eased momentarily before she resumed her bite. I slapped harder causing her to release her hold on my shoulder and her orgasm tore up her body. As she pulled away from me our eyes met. She was wild with lust. Her mouth covered in blood. I grabbed her head and kissed her tasting my own blood as she screamed her release causing me to cum deep within her. Hot cum pushed into her in spurts. Red continued to grind her pussy down on me. Her muscles demanding everything I could give her. My hands once again held her head forcing us to part. Red was gasping for breath. Her eyes still wild. Her hand came up and wiped away the blood from her mouth both our chests smeared with the blood from my shoulder. As Red calmed my gaze went beyond her. Frankie and Samantha were knelt ten feet behind Red. They had seen everything. Frankie looked scared and Samantha wasn't sure what to think. I was careful to lift Red off of me. She tried to stand but her legs gave out so I picked her up and carried her into the lake with me to wash the blood off of both of us. The water calmed Red enough for her senses to return and she looked on with some concern at the bite mark in my shoulder. Neither of the girls had moved from there position by the sun lounger, even as I sat back down wrapping a towel around Red as I did. It was Frankie who stated the obvious. "You're bleeding." I simply nodded my head and grabbed a hand towel and placed it over the wound, Red held the towel down and applied pressure to it for a while. "Damn that looked intense. Do we all get to take chunks out of you?" Red tried to smile. She blushed and then made herself look very busy inspecting the wound. My worry was Frankie, she sat there very quiet looking very afraid. "This worries you?" All Frankie could do was nod her head. I sat and waited her out. "Please my Master I don't understand. Please help me to understand. This has never been spoken of and even now I am unsure how I should feel." Perhaps Shannon never mentioned this to her in their talks or, if she did, Frankie didn't understand and therefore placed it to the back of her thoughts. Turning my head to Red I told them both to swim out to the floating platform in the middle of the lake. She was to explain everything answering any question that Frankie had. Red quickly nodded stood and waited for Frankie. Samantha and I watched them swim over to the middle of the lake, climb onto the sun platform and then knelt facing each other. I could only assume they were talking. It was too far to hear anything or even see lips move. It was a good ten minutes before I spoke again. "You have questions?" Samantha nodded her head. Looked once more towards the middle of the lake and then back to me. In the moment she looked over at the girls I moved directly in front of her. She jumped when she looked back. "You're new so I offer you but one choice. Do you wish to learn or be punished while you learn?" She paled slightly and the gulped in air. "Why do you all speak funny? I know you never speak like this out in the real world so why do you do it here?" I smiled. I suppose it came natural to us. It's going to take Samantha slightly longer. "We are who we are in the real world. When we are here or together in a special place then we are master and slave. For us to keep both lives apart we have found a way to talk to each other that shows respect and we are comfortable with." She sat and thought about this for a moment and then said, "Am I going to have to learn this?" I smiled when I said. "If it is within you, then it will come out." My smile vanished in an instant when she looked behind her to see what Frankie and Red were up to. The slap across her tits soon got her attention. "Fuck that hu..." Her last word caught in her throat. Instinct made her hand come up to protect her chest. My second blow swiped her hand away. It was then her world imploded in on her. Samantha forgot where she was. The troubleshooter came out in her and the submissive took a back seat. "Take your fucking hands off of me." She paused as she realized what she had said. Her eyes watered up. She stood and took a step back. She opened her mouth but nothing came out. Both the girls were swimming back to the shore. I just looked at Samantha. We both knew this will not have a happy ending. By now both the girl had sprinted up the bank and stood either side of Samantha who dropped to her knees. "Frankie, please take our guest to the hotel. Just point her to the room. You don't need to get out of the car." My thoughts of Samantha had ceased. Holding Red's hand we both took the short cut back to the cabin. I heard the car start and then I didn't hear it at all so I assumed they must have left the valley. I told Red about Mitchell Harper placing a surveillance system in the cabin on the way back. "So he knows everything." I smiled at the anger she placed on those few words. "Not really. I put a loop into his system that showed us sitting and talking or me working in the den when it came to 'us time'. I was thankful that his system didn't have time and date stamps or it could have been a lot more complicated." "What are you going to do with Samantha?" This time I just shrugged my shoulders. "Nothing, she couldn't get passed the basics. I think that either she has been out of the loop for too long or perhaps she was never a slave at all." "I know this isn't what you want to hear but she is every bit a slave as I am. I understand why she wants the status you give me and we both know that very soon I'm coming home to stay forever." It seemed like a moot argument since she was gone. So, I left it alone. Frankie found us in the hot tub about an hour later. The worried look on her face concerned me so I got out of the tub meeting her half way. "I'm sorry but I didn't know what to do. She would not get out of the car." The sound of Red laughing carried over to us. I chose to ignore her. The 'I told you so' conversation would come from her soon enough. Telling Frankie to join Red in the hot tub I went out to the car. Samantha was staring straight ahead. "Go home you don't belong here." "This is the only home I know. This is the place I want to learn to talk your funny language. This is the only place I belong. I'm new and I need to be taught, teach me." "Step out of that fucking car and I will hurt you not just punish you but hurt you. So, go home to your folks and leave us in peace." Ever played truth or dare? I never realized until the next day that Samantha thought that's what I was playing. I was actually being truthful and just saving her a great deal of heartache. Going by what happened at the pond it was obvious to me that she couldn't compartmentalize her life. The troubleshooter in her was always waiting beneath the surface just wanting to get out and overwhelm her submissive self. The click of the passenger door coupled with Samantha standing next to the car with her eyes steady to my chest told me she knew what was coming. Despite her time at collage she was still a novice. We both knew she would make mistakes until she learned to release the submissive within her and not let the person she has to be outside take over. I knew she was placing herself in my hands in the hopes that I would help her but that didn't give her reason to challenge me at every turn and make stupid mistakes that even a novice wouldn't dare make. Even with my strength it took two damn good pulls to get her t-shirt off of her. She corrected her stance after both attempts. Samantha quickly stuck her finger into her waist band and pushed down her shorts. It saved me pulling them off her body but it still pissed me off that she moved. "Master please!" Red and Frankie stood by the door watching. As always, Red held that place within me and I heeded her words and the truth behind what she said. As I backed away from Samantha the tears burst forth from her. Nodding my head towards the girls they rushed forward to comfort her. I walked away and sat in the hot tub. I had broken one of my cardinal rules and let myself strike out at a slave in anger. It was inexcusable. "I'm sorry I made you angry. I was just trying to help. It always looks easier in the films doesn't it? In there one tug and every stitch of clothing falls off." "Get into the tub I can't see the point of you kneeling on the deck when you could be in here." I looked around for the girls. Both were conspicuously absence. Then the faint smell of cooking gently made its way passed the hot tub and I had my answer. "I understand this is my last shot. So, I need something from you. Allow me to talk to you without waiting for permission to do so. Give me a chance to make my pitch. I already know what you're selling. It's up to me to prove to you that I need this. If I fail I will walk away knowing that I tried, please." "This is our life not some sales meeting. If you talk to me on this then you have to talk to the others as well." Samantha vigorously shook her head. "Sorry, no. I have to prove it to you. Not my sisters. They already understand and give me there blessing. It's you I have to prove this to." Both of us caught the movement of Frankie approaching the door. She told us that our food was ready. I nodded. She smiled and left. Samantha quickly got out of the hot tub and held a towel out for me. I still saw no reason not to show her she still had one heck of an up hill climb ahead of her so I shook my head and said that guests go first. She winced at my comment but wrapped the towel around herself anyway. By the time I had got to the kitchen all three girls were waiting. The dress code of t-shirts and shorts still applied since I hadn't changed it. Frankie asked for permission to go into town with Red to watch a film at the cinema. Even as I agreed to this both she and Red couldn't stop smiling. It was plain to see what they were doing. So, I just told them that I'm not getting saddled with all the cleaning up so they could go after that was done. I have never seen a meal eaten and everything cleaned away in such a record time. Both the girls cleaned up, changed, kissed us and were out of the cabin within half an hour. That must be some film they were going to. I told Samantha to go and sit in the day room. I went and found something I had put away when Shannon had died. The ribbon was an inch wide and had a silver S in the middle of the ribbon, clasps at each end to secure around a persons neck. Samantha was wide eyed when I placed it on the coffee table and pointed to it before saying. "If that is what you want then you have to convince me. Your attitude at the pond showed that you are not ready for this. I don't deny it is within you but, Samantha, the company troubleshooter overrides that submissive and that's a conflict I cannot see changing." Samantha was growing more anxious. "Then take me into the play room and beat it out of me." If I have ever had a more tempting offer I really couldn't remember when but we both knew it would be pointless. "Samantha, it's not your body that needs to change, it's your mind. You tell me you wish for the status I give Red and you gave her good answers when she asked you if you could really handle that status but I still wonder if it's all just words." She shook her head and paused while she collected her thoughts. Her eyes never leaving the collar within her reach. I could see her struggling to keep from reaching out and touching it. I smiled as I watched her place her hands under her thighs. "When I went to collage it opened up a whole new world to me. I had the freedom to explore my true self but I gave my submissiveness to the wrong person. He was good for me in the beginning but instead of us growing into our relationship together he listened to the wrong people and read some strange shit on the internet about what he was expected to be like as a Master. The idiot believed it all and I came out looking like I should have Slave tattooed onto my forehead." "I tried to tell him that we should be doing this together and not listen to others. We needed to find our own limits and build trust between us. He refused point blank. He was the Master and what he said goes even though he was about as experienced as I was. My grades started to slip because he was putting so much pressure on me to do stuff I wasn't ready for." Even as I listened to her it felt like I was once again listening to Frankie and what Randy had done to her. "His dominance got to the point where he wouldn't listen to me anymore. To him I was the slave and he was the master there was no further discussion on the matter. He had become power mad and I started to become frightened of him." Her eyes took on that far away look as she recounted her father's phone call. He was concerned about her grades slipping. It was the first time she had ever lied to him. It was then that Mitchell Harper decided to keep a very close eye on his daughter. Within a month the idiot boyfriend broke her arm in a fit of anger. Mitch hired a female private detective to sit with her all through her time in the hospital. The boyfriend didn't know what to do when faced with a woman licensed to carry a gun. By the time Samantha was released her father had his own people waiting to take her home to convalesce. Her boyfriend had dropped out when she returned to college. But the damage was done and out of the flames of that relationship the hardened Samantha grew. Mitch Harper took advantage of that and started grooming her to take over when he retired. "I'm not telling you all this to try and get you to change your mind but I do need you to have all the facts." All I did was nod my head. Even what she had said so far had raised some questions. "Did Samantha the submissive try to come to the fore after collage?" "I'm sure it did. There where odd dreams and some were really graphic. But I was busy with Harper Industries at the time so I forced them to the back of my mind." There was something missing in her statement so I asked, "Until when?" "One year, five months and sixteen days ago." Even as that information tumbled from her lips, my mind had already attached its own importance to them. "The day Shannon died in childbirth." "Yes, when I found out I saw it as an opportunity to take over your company. A man in grief and as much money as you have would withdraw into himself and the company would falter. My father asked me to look into acquiring it since we already run some of your systems and they worked very well." No sooner had she stopped talking than she climbed onto my lap placing her arms around my neck. She looked deeply into my eyes. "I sense you're getting angry and you have every right to be. But you asked me a question and I'm trying to be as honest with you as I can. From the day I started looking into your background I could no longer ignore Samantha-the-submissive anymore. I wanted the lifestyle you had with Shannon and with Red. The more information I gathered the more it became self-feeding. I thought I hid it very well but my mother has a wavelength thing going on and none of us can hide anything from her." "I had been home reading up on some reports. I must have read the same page six times and even now I can't even tell you what it said. Mom noticed I was distracted and asked if I was ok. I told her yes but I had a headache and was going to bed. She watched me leave and said nothing." "I had one very bad night. The nightmares had gotten worse. When I woke mom was sat in the corner of the room in tears. That's when it all came out; neither of us left that room all morning. Even she told me I can't go on like this. She told me to leave Daddy to her but it was left to me to make the final decision. She urged me to approach you about all of this." Her tears were streaking down her face for some time. She wasn't crying but the emotions of telling me this much was showing on her. One time she tried to use her hand to wipe her tears away. I slapped it away and she accepted the gesture for what it was. "I must say for a first interview it was rather sloppy." The giggle came quickly so I knew I caught her unguarded. "You think?" She paused to look at me once again. I noticed something had changed within her. Her arms came around me and she kissed me on the lips. It was an expectant kiss that was both tender and full of hope for more. She tasted nice and the kiss I gave her lasted longer than I expected it to. "You have to remember my reputation precedes me long before I walk through the door. Yet you were totally unfazed by it. You didn't disrespect me or look down on me in anyway. So you tell me how was I supposed to come up to you and ask you to allow me to be your slave? Even on the plane down to the seminar I was at a loss. Mom wasn't any help either. She told me to follow my heart and be honest with you at all costs." I nodded my head before replying. "Sound advice." "Are you still testing Francine?" "Why do you ask?" "You have already told me that beating me will be a waste of time so test me." "No." Something was pulling at my thoughts and the more we talked the further away that chink of light seemed to move. Samantha opened her mouth and I held up my hand to stop her from talking. I needed to think back over all our conversations. I also needed Samantha away from me. Her being naked and wrapped around me is definitely a distraction. "Kneel." "What?" "I said kneel." Instantly she was on the floor beside me. The confusion she was trying desperately to hide was plain to see. Her head followed me and as I stood and paced. I worked backwards over our conversation of that evening. Suddenly I stopped and looked at her and I knew. End of Chapter four.
Don't Look Back Ch. 08	10,161	4.56	928,039	[ "gay", "glbt", "erotica", "taboo", "incest", "father/son" ]	Marshall found himself transfixed by the sight before him—Lee's perfect pucker. Generally it was Lee who feasted on Marshall's hole, but when Lee was in the mood, he allowed Marshall the privilege of tasting him there. "Come on, buttercup, I don't have all night." Marshall knew Lee was only teasing. He glanced up to see that slow, lazy smile that went straight to his heart, and he had to grin himself. "Don't think you can last that long, old-timer?" he taunted him. Lee snorted. "I'm no punk kid, like certain people I could name. I last as long as I choose to last, and not a moment longer. You'd do well to remember that." "Yes, Sir," Marshall murmured softly. He dipped his head and buried his nose in Lee's dark pubic hair for just a moment, inhaling his familiar scent. He could get off on that enticing smell alone. They'd made a bet once having to do with push-ups. Seeing who could do the most. The loser had to shave off all his pubic hair. Marshall never realized how much his crotch could itch until his hair began to grow back. Damn, that man had stamina for days. He dragged his tongue softly across Lee's taint until he reached his goal. Then he circled the hole lightly, teasingly. He felt Lee's body relax into his touch, knew he enjoyed Marshall's ministrations. "Fingers too?" Marshall questioned. "Mmmhmmm," Lee murmured his assent. Marshall was free to use tongue and fingers, with Lee's permission, but he dreamed of more. One day he hoped to slide between Lee's thighs, bury himself to the hilt inside of Lee, and pleasure him in the same way Lee pleasured him. Completely, thoroughly, without reservation. So far, that had never come to pass. But whenever he asked Lee about it, Lee never said no, either. So Marshall held out hope he'd be able to fuck him some day. Marshall took advantage of nature's lube, wetting his fingers in Lee's pre-cum. He slid two slicked digits inside Lee's tight channel, twisting them slightly, the way he knew Lee liked. Lee's answering moan was confirmation he'd made the right move. "Oh yeah, just like that." Marshall twisted his fingers again. He reached for Lee's prostate and pegged it with practiced ease. Lee's answering moan was confirmation he'd hit the nail square on the head. Lee's muscles gripped Marshall's fingers tightly. They had an assortment of toys they liked to play with, but most of the toys were used on Marshall, although Lee was known to indulge at times. While ordering online was both easy and discreet, there was something to be said for seeing what you were buying up close and personal. In a city the size of San Antonio, they could do just that, while retaining their anonymity. Added an element of fun into going to the big city. Marshall kept stroking that small bundle of nerves, rewarded for his efforts by the increasing seepage of Lee's cock. He ran his tongue over the head, lapping up the salty fluid, drawing it into his mouth and swallowing it. There'd be more of that later; he had a different goal for now. He eased his fingers from Lee's warmth and replaced them with his tongue, flicking it in and out of Lee's hole rapidly. Now Lee fairly vibrated with pleasure. He wound his fingers in Marshall's hair, secure but not too tight, allowing him the freedom of his head. When Marshall figured Lee'd had about all of that he could take, he pulled his tongue out from Lee and blew a teasing breath across his opening, eliciting a shudder. He raised his eyes to meet Lee's, an unspoken question hanging between them. Marshall knew how to play the game, and he relished the rules they lived by, part of the tight bond that bound them to one another. "Suck me, boy," Lee commanded, and Marshall happily obeyed. Marshall wrapped one hand around Lee's balls, while the other drew Lee's cock into his waiting mouth. He took it all in one fell swoop, savoring the familiar taste. He didn't suck immediately, but simply held it there. Then he pulled back, as his tongue danced about the thick shaft, exploring the slit, while he continued to roll Lee's balls. Lee arched his hips, thrusting his cock farther into Marshall's mouth. Marshall felt the head touch the back of his throat, a move that would have gagged him at one time. But he was no longer the novice he'd once been, and he'd been working hard on honing his deep-throating skills. Lee seemed pleased with the results. Of course, Lee was pretty damn impressive, himself, and he was a wonderful teacher. Of many things. Marshall pulled off Lee's cock with a wet pop and took a deep breath. "Bet I can make you come in less than five minutes," Marshall challenged. "Boy, you're on. Loser does dishes for a week. Without using the dishwasher." "I'll buy you some nice gloves," Marshall taunted gleefully. He ringed his fingers about the base of Lee's shaft and began to pump it in short hard strokes before taking the end back into his mouth, grazing his teeth across the sensitive head. He was familiar with most of Lee's triggers, but he also knew the old man could be stubborn when he chose to be. A trait they both shared. He took Lee's cock a little farther, continuing to vigorously pump the base. As added incentive to orgasm, he began to hum, knowing the vibrations would only add to the need to release. Lee tightened his grip in Marshall's hair, but he never complained. All's fair in love and war... particularly love. Marshall felt victory coming his way—he knew the signs all too well to mistake them for anything else. Lee's body tightened, his breathing raspier, his pre-cum flowing freely... When suddenly Marshall heard, "Wanna fuck you, boy..." Damn, Lee didn't play fair.
100 For a Face Fuck at Stone Court	38,092	4.69	900,980	[ "face fucking", "oral", "escort" ]	This girl is taking too long to email back. It's already been an hour and I'm contemplating another look through the online ads. You see, I'm emailing this girl for sex. I know what you're thinking; pathetic. And you know what? You're right. It is pathetic for me to have to pay for sex. But I don't give a shit about your opinion. To me, the idea of having to go out, try and track down a female and convince her I'm suitable enough for her to have sex with me is too costly. A significant amount of resources for little payback so to speak. How do I know if the girl is sexually experienced, much less even capable of keeping up with me. I've fucked dead fish before, and let me tell you I'd rather go home and sleep to Netflix. Don't get me wrong, I do understand I have a very skewed view of sex and relationships between men and women; many of my friends get laid every night without actually having to pay the women ahead of time. In fact many of my friends are in pretty happy relationships, and sometimes I rue their emotional connection. But I am not my friends. I don't enjoy talking to girls and listening to their bullshit. And as much as I can sometimes crave that special person waiting for me, I'm too much of a prick to actually open up that much to another human being. Oh you think, an immature misogynist. By no means do I hate women. I was raised in a family of 6 women, 5 of whom were my sisters. In fact I'm known as the foremost expert on the emotional state of woman amongst my group of friends. Overall I enjoy socializing with women more often than chilling with men, besides my males friends of course. My guys are pretty much the cream of the crop. Every other dickhead is some rank and file douchebag who follow the flock instead of leading it. Just on the matters of sex, I prefer to just get it done and move on with my life. Enough about my philosophy. Let's get back to the girl. Erin Avele. Well that's what her email name is, hopefully it's a fake just like mines. Too many of these girls I've seen are completely clueless on how to do this. They give their real numbers out, or their real email. I worry about them sometimes, these girls. They can really get into trouble for this if the wrong creep finds them. I really hope it's a fake name. I check the inbox, it reads 1 new message. Fucking finally. I click impatiently on the mouse. The girl sent me her number and an address, to text her when I'm close. I dress up in my sex clothes as I like to call them; a black baseball cap, grey shirt and black jeans. As I'm leaving the door, I pull on my knock off navy barracuda jacket. These are the most non-descript clothing I have in my wardrobe, so I'm pretty much unrecognizable where ever I go, whether it's a low income housing complex or a high end hotel. Tonight's the former rather than the latter. I blew my wad (haha) last week with the very tasty Destiny. I get a little hard remembering her soft full ass cheeks underneath my hands as I plowed into her from behind. Her pussy is phenomenal, especially when it's cumming around my dick. I like it when I make these girls cum. I wondered if I should just hop on pornhub and jack off rather than go to this girl, but I'm 10 minutes away and it's too late now. I pull up to the address. Rathole apartments, just like I saw on the maps. A shady looking cat in a hoodie walks past my car. Oh well, at least I brought my military grade mace. I get out my car, stride over to the door, and knock softly. Despite the many times I have done this, nervous adrenaline still courses through me. Even though I'm fairly confident that this girl isn't a fake, I still look over my shoulder and have to keep my breathing in check. Last thing I need is some set up by gang bangers, or even worse cops. Seconds pass by. The door opens. A mousy brunette with glasses appears before me. She smiles. "Hi baby. Come in," she turns her body, beckoning me in. I flash a smile and come in. As I pass by, her hand reaches down to grab my crotch. Score one for Gryffindor, the girl is real. I mock jump back and laugh a little bit. "H-how are you doing?" I fake stutter. It disarms the girls if I act like a nervous nilly. I like the girls to be comfortable around me. It makes for a better experience overall if they don't treat you as work, more like a pity fuck. She's still smiling. She said something, but I didn't really catch it while I combed over her body. Nice little B Cups under her white tank top and cotton short shorts clinging to a respectable butt. Her face is alright as in the picture, in fact I like her with the glasses more than without. Unfortunately for what I had planned, they'll have to come off. I don't want to break them. She apparently was going on some rant about her day when she dropped her hands after some dramatic gesture and looked at me still smiling. After a beat she points to her living room and taps a creaky wooden table. "Sooooooo, donation?" she says in a slow drawl. I pull the envelop out of my back pocket and drop it on the table. She opens it up and counts the one bill carefully. She looks at me slightly confused. "This a hundred, I thought we agreed on 75?" she said. "Oh I just," pulling off my jacket and holding it in my arms, "didn't have change, so I just said fuck it," I laughed. "I'm sure that's not a problem," I said grinning. She shook her head smiling and put it down on the table, striding over to me. A little side-note about myself. I'm pretty young looking, and I was once described to have a cherubic face. I'm naturally friendly, and mildly charismatic to most of the people I meet. I like putting a little extra on these girls, it really wins them over. Why do you ask? Most of the scumbags they probably deal with low ball them and then expect top notch service. I subtly do the same thing, but it's for a different reason. I just like to negotiate the price down to prove I'm in control even before we meet. Power games you say. I always pay the girl what she asked for the first time around, provided it's not completely unreasonable. All in all, it helps to really put the girls at ease so I can the most of what I want out of them. "So," she says taking my jacket and throwing it on the table. She grips my hand and brings me over to a clothed couch she has in the room and pushes me down. "If I also remember correctly, you wanted a little sucky sucky." she says smirking. She caught me off guard, I can't help but smile back. "Uhhh, yeah," I said fidgeting my hands. I actually asked for a face fuck, but I'll address that little inconsistency. "Well, shirt on, or off," she said, her hand tugging at the shoulder band. "Just on for now." I'll have it messy soon enough. "Okay. Well, let me help you out with these," She reaches for my belt. I softly catch her hand with mines and push it down to my thigh. "Actually, I'll take care of it," I say with a smile. I unzip myself and pull out my half-hard cock and my shaved balls out. I discovered I liked the view of my junk hanging out while I wore pants, I picked it up from a video I watched before. "Wow," she said as I slowly jerked my cock to hardness. I'm a quaint 6 inches long with a nice little girth under two inches. Most girls were surprised to see that I had an impressive package. This girl was no different, biting her lips with a worried look in her eyes. I love it when they're unprepared for my cock. It strokes my ego in a certain way. "And if I remember correctly," my other hand reaching for her glasses. I took them and placed them neatly on a side table. "I asked for a facey fucky." She nervously smiled, and took a gulp. "That you did." she said. I could see mild panic on her face. I felt my lust shrink slightly at this. I like the terror to roll over them while I'm fucking them, not before. Really makes me feel like the torturer I am. "Tell you what," I stopped stroking myself and placed my hands at my side. "How about you show what you can do first," I twitched my cock, beckoning her. I can see her visibly relax when I tell her this. Now I don't feel as weird. She got on her knees and shuffled over to my crotch. She rubbed her hands together, and reached out, gripping me softly and stroked me slowly. I murmured at the contact. It's always nice to feel to a girl touch your cock for you. "I think I can do that," she says with a smirk. She doesn't sound as perturbed as before. She's probably thinking she can get me off before I throat fuck her. How little does she know. After a little stroking, she opened her mouth in an exaggerated O shape, and took my cock head in slowly, swallowing me inch my inch. She just got to the base of my cock before she pulled back, her lips resting at the crown of my cock again. It felt great, nice and warm and moist. I was gonna enjoy this session. She took me in again, slowly slathering my cock with her spit. She stared in my eyes with her gray orbs, locking my view as she adjusted her jaw to take in more of my cock. I threw my head back with a moan as she managed to take my cock down all the way to the root this time. She holds it down for a bit, my cock entering her throat and I can feel it contract me as she suppresses her gag reflex. She jumps back gasping for breath, tendrils of drool hanging from her mouth to my cock. It's an amazing sight and I'm rock fucking hard looking at it. She strokes me for a bit while she regains her breath, and then dives back in again, this time bobbing quickly on my dick. She's not going to the base like before, rather opting for quick stimulation as her mouth glides over me. She at least put her tongue into play, creating the most delicious feeling as it runs underneath me, making me jerk my hips as it reaches my cockhead. She's quietly moaning as she sucks me off, her right hand gripping my cock solidly while she works, the other tenderly squeezing my balls. I honestly would have been fine with this for the session, her skillful and quick administrations making my blood boil until I can't hold my cum in anymore and fill her mouth. But that's not why I'm here. I'm in for some rough shit. My hands which have been dormant this entire time slowly snake over to her dutifully bouncing head. Her eyes are closed as she focuses on slurping my rod, completely unaware of what's happening until my right hand wraps in her hair and my left grips her jaw. Startled she stops, her eyes opening up in shock, trying to speak with a mouthful of my cock. "Shhh, relax, calm down," I say, the words clearly doing nothing to calm down the panicking girl. "I really like how you work," twitching my cock for effect in her mouth. "But I've seen enough to know that you can take a good nice mouth fucking. Get ready," I say with a smile as I stand up from the couch. I want to make sure her neck is nice and rested for the later positions I have planned for her, so I'm gonna start off with holding her in place while I fuck her mouth. I release her jaw and step forward, pulling her backwards by her hair while her mouth is still filled with my cock. It's a little funny seeing her scramble on her calves and hands to move backwards while I lead her with my dick and hands. I move my free hand to grip the base of her skull, and I slowly push my cock deep into her throat. Her hands shoot up to grab my ass cheeks, her fingers digging in. Even though I was going to face fuck her no matter what, it's a a little reassuring that she's going along with it, or at least preparing for it. I'll be sure to give her a nice tip if it continued being this great. I continue driving my cock in, until her nose is buried in my little patch of pubic hair, and hold her for a few seconds before I pull out again. I repeat the same thing over, my cock entering her throat just as deliberate each time so I can feel the contractions around my cockhead. She's not drooling that much, and in fact only coughs once, as I did it the fourth time around. Her eyes are fixed on me though, gazing up as I carefully plum her throat. I feel the fire boiling in my balls, and I realize that I have to speed it up. I begin to pump my hips into her face, which she took like a champ for a couple strokes before sputtering out some spit. Jackpot. I'm about to begin annihilating this girl's face. As soon as the first burst of spit drips down I place both of my hands on the back of her head and begin to viciously fuck her mouth, my cock a blur as it ratchets between her lips. Spit is flying and she's groaning loudly as my balls collide with her chin. Her hands are now trying to push me away, to gain some respite for her as I moan and hump her face. Her eyes are closed, squeezed tightly in pain as my cock enters her mouth over and over again. I can feel her teeth lightly scrape against my cock, but I'm too enamoured with the other feelings to not give a fuck. The front of my jeans are slowly becoming soaked in her spit and mucus, and as I look down I can see that her tank top is becoming wet as well. Her nipples are hard, and poking through the tight white tank and I don't know whether it's from arousal or the simple fact that I'm wearing her mouth out my with my magnificent fuck stick. It's such an amazing visual, a girl struggling with my cock between her lips as it fucks her mouth silly, uncontrollably drooling over herself. I could cum right now. I rut a couple more times, before I pull out. I was really about to cum just from looking at her struggle with my cock. She takes the time to cough up some spit and take deep breaths. She looks up at me dazed. Uh oh. Looks like she might be thinking of backing out. Time to pull out some mild charm. I move one hand to her cheek, lightly wiping away the spit, my other hand which was entwined in her hair lightly stroking it now. I smile reassuringly at her. "Are you okay? I'm not moving too quick for you am I baby?" I switch over to the other cheek as I continue to lovingly stroke her hair. I found that nice little intimate touches like this relax the girls, especially since it's so at odds with the usually debased things I'm doing to them. She sniffs in some mucus and wipes her eyes. She seems calm. Maybe I misread her and she was just surprised. I didn't really transition too well into the face fucking. Oh well too late to cry over spilled drool. "No," she finally says. She smiles lightly. Good. "Did you catch your breath? I'd like to get back to work so to speak," I say with a chuckle. She gives a soft giggle and opens her mouth slightly. As soon as it's a millimeter open I plunge my cock in, beginning to fuck her mouth again mercilessly. I was thinking about going slow, but my cock was getting a little soft, and nothing bugs me out more than losing my stiffie. She gurgles and digs her nails into my thighs now as I fuck her mouth. It's still amazing how warm and wet it feels around me. I honestly can say I like fucking mouths more than pussy half the time. I can only imagine how my girthy dick feels in her mouth, the ache of her jaw as I stroke my meat in and out. Her eyes are closed again, but they're not as tightly sealed as they were before. Maybe she's getting used to the feel of it. Whatever, I really don't care as long as I can keep fucking that face of hers. On a whim, I pull out my cell phone to check if I had any texts. Zilch, but I did notice one thing, I was already at 10 minutes. I groan in frustration as I hold her head down on my cock for a minute, her hands batting at my thighs before I let her off. The session was only for 15 minutes, and I had at least three more positions I wanted to get her into before I was done. This girl probably wouldn't even notice If I went over time, but I shake the thought from my head. I'm a man of my word, and I don't mess around, it's stealing really. I pull her off my spit covered cock, drool cascading from her mouth while she takes in deep gasps of precious air. Her eyes are still closed and I think she's light headed going from the way she's kinda swaying, which means she's most likely dazed. It makes the next move I pull even easier. I slip my left hand down to her back, and my right worms under her closed legs, and I pick her up bridal style. She gives a startled squeak as I drop her upside down on the couch, her legs in the air almost hitting a picture on the wall. She's looking at me expectantly, eyes teared up, drool hanging off her chin. "We're almost done baby, just got a couple more minutes left before I finish off," I say as I position myself over her. My balls are resting just on her nose as my dick settles on her chin. I spread my legs and place one hand on the couch, before grasping my cock. I angle it down, and push my cock through her lips. "I wanna try something else," I say with a smile as I push deeply into her throat. I start slowly to acclimate her to my cock, but I quickly lose control the minute I see my the outline of my dick poke through her throat. That really set me off as I began to ream her face, my balls swatting her nose, the sound of her head hitting against the couching filling the air. I guess she wasn't too prepared for this because she's kicking her feet and flailing her arms against me. I don't take it too seriously as it doesn't stop me from plowing her face. She manages to get a hand against my thigh before I grab it and throw it on the couch, and press my knee on top of it to stop her from moving. She groans loudly in pain, but it only turns me on more. I felt bad pinning her like this, but I'm not very far from cumming so I think she can take it a little bit more. It's kinda hard to face fuck a girl when she's bouncing all over the damn place. Her face is such a mess now, the spit and mucous flowing freely down her face. Some of it gets in her eye, and I can tell it stings. But between my knee pressing down her free hand and of course my giant cock fucking her face she really doesn't have any option to move and wipe it away. I'm looking down at the action when out of the corner of my eye, I see that the front of her little cotton shorts are a little wet. No way this girl is getting on this like I am. I tentatively reach out with my hand and rub against it. She moans when I touch her, but not in pain. Holy shit she is really is getting off of it. I grind my fingers hard into her pussy, her hips thrusting into my hand. I pull my cock out of her mouth, and stand up, freeing her pinned hands. She takes in some deep breaths, moaning in between as I continue to rub through her shorts. I really wanna feel her, so I pull her shorts up and over her legs, revealing her puffy shaved cunt. It's nice and juice looking, practically eatable. That's for another time though. I run a finger between her lips, and flick at her little clit poking through. I hear her shriek at the contact, and I decide to just mash finger on it, rubbing deeply into her love button. She's trying to close her legs and get me away from it, but all the good it does is lock my hand in. I think I'm rubbing hard for a good minute before her legs start to quiver and her cries start to get more shallow and quicker. I look down and I see her drool covered face is contorted in pleasure, her eyes rolling back. She bucks her hip out, her hands clutching the couch desperately. "FUUCCCCKKK," she sobs as her entire body shakes from her orgasm. I keep rubbing the entire time, riding out her wave. I slow down as she stops convulsing, and I'm only lightly caressing her pussy before she reaches down and my grabs my hand. It wasn't really in the plans to get the girl off, but when I saw that wet spot I knew I had to help her out. Never leave a lady in the lurch you say. We sit there in silence for a bit, her trying to catch her breath from me face fucking her to then rubbing her off to an intense orgasm. I settle down on the couch next to her, my hand grazing her leg. She looks up at me still upside down and flashes a smile. "Wasn't expecting that," she says as she wipes some of the drool away from her face. "Yeah I wasn't either. I didn't think you were gonna like the face fuck as much as you did." "That makes two of us again," she giggles. She flips herself around so she's sitting next to me upright. "I noticed though," her hand settling on my still hard cock, "That you haven't cum yet." I shiver at her sultry tone. Damn, this girl was going to be a repeat offender. She leans in close to me, her mouth brushing against my ear. "How do you want to fuck my face next?" she whispers. I swallow a bit and look around the room. I'm staring down at the rug running through different ideas. Upside down again? Just did that. Maybe I can prop her against the wall and fuck her against that. I flex my legs and feel that they're a little sore. Wait a minute. The rug. I'm gonna fuck her against the floor. My mind made up, I snake a hand into her hair and clench tightly. I turn her head and now I'm brushing my lips against her ear. "Lay down on the rug," I take a nip at her ear, which she responds to with a hearty moan. I let go of her hair and dutifully she slides down to the floor, crawling away from me on all fours. I leer at her pert ass and think of the wonderful things I'll do to them in the future. Going from her unexpected interest in throat fucking, I might be able to get her to do some deviant anal shit. She whips her head around to me and lays down on the floor, elbows propping her up. She smiles devilishly at me. "So are you gonna fuck my face or just stand there with your dick in your hand," she says challengingly. Oh I'm gonna annihilate her now. I practically charge at her when I leap up from the couch and straddle her chest, knocking her down against the rug. I grasp the base of my cock and jerk it a couple times to get back to fighting strength. She giggles at my aggressiveness and places her hands around my hips, opening her mouth wide flicking her tongue at me. I align my cock at her mouth, and push in. Hmm, it feels good to be back that face hole of hers. I lean over her and slowly thrust into her mouth, just so she can get comfortable again with the feel of my cock. She isn't gagging as before, she's not even making that much noise in fact. I look down to make sure I didn't accidentally kill or what not, only to see that her eyes are wide open, staring up at me as I work. After a couple languid strokes, I stop fully seated in her throat, enjoying the tight fit around my cock. Time to go into action I think to myself. "I'm gonna fuck you now," I moan out. "Get ready." I swear she giggled in delight, but I couldn't really tell as I piston my hips forward, choking her out for a second. I pulled out fully and drove myself in again, this time really bottoming out. She starts to gag again, and I feel the fire ignite again in my balls. I ferociously thrust at her face, the drool dribbling as ever before, spit sputtering out of her mouth. The visual alone is amazing, her head trapped between my thighs, unable to do anything but take my cock however I wanted it. The dominance I feel as I watch her strain from the force of my fucking is better than any drug I could take. I notice she's moaning, but not in pain like before. It her pleasurable moan, and it's then I notice that one of her hands left my hip. I look back, and I see that she's viciously fingering herself, her pussy making squelching noises from the force of her hand. John the Fucking Baptist I am so turned on right now by this girl. I laugh when I look back at her again. "You really like when I fuck your face don't you," I say as I continue to truck her face. I see a barely perceptible nod along with what I think is a smile too when I look down at her for an answer. I start to get a little tired and slow down, focusing on how my cock slides between her lips, making her cheeks puff out. My cock is glistening with her spit as I pull it out, and then I inch it in again ever so slowly as before. She's breathing through her nose heavily, and she's murmuring from what I think is the pleasure she's giving herself from behind me. I pull out all the way and start to yank at my cock. I position my balls over her mouth, and without even saying anything her tongue darts out and laps all over them. I moan out as she lavishes my nuts, and she takes them both into her mouth sucking deeply. I'm all spent and now I just need to cum, so I'm fisting my cock hard. I look down at her and she's smiling brightly. "You gonna cum baby? You gonna cum for this filthy fucking whore?" she says as she sucks one of my balls in again. "Fucking right I am. I am gonna cum all over your fucking face." I throw my head back with a moan "Oh I thought I was going to swallow that big hot load of yours," she says with a whimper. That's it. I'm gonna cum now. "Well alright then babe, mouth is it," I'm straining hard to hold myself in, but I manage to thrust into her open mouth again a few times, brutally knocking her head back to the rub. I hump long and hard, before I feel my balls tighten, and I feel the first few spurts of my juice shoot out. "FUCKING MOTHER FUCKER" I bellow as I shake uncontrollably, my hips wildly thrusting into her throat. I imagine that my load just went straight to her belly from how deep my cock is in her throat. Shes gagging and making choking noises, but she stays still even when I ease off of her. When I'm done shooting off into her mouth, I slowly pull out my sensitive prick. It's an amazing sight still, covered in her drool and some cum. It's like this girl can really read my mind, because she starts to lick my cock, bathing it with her tongue cleaning the cum and drool off. I groan as she lightly runs over my dick, before settling on my balls again, sucking them in for a bit. She returns to my cock head and brings her hand up, squeezing it and draining some of the last drops of cum. She sucks in my cock, making exaggerated moans as she slurps the little pool of cum. We sit there for a minute, my heart rate slowing down to normal. I look at my cell again and my eyes bug out. "Shit, we've been here half an hour." She laughs and still licks at my cock. "I don't care babe. I didn't have anyone else lined up today," she gives my cock head a kiss. "Damn I have to get going though," I say wistfully. Normally it's a bullshit lie, but I really did have some business I was going to be late for. She murmurs in disappointment, and with one final lap over my entire cock length, she lets go of my rod. I stand up on weak legs, and I reach down helping her up as well. I look at her messy face and smile. She smiles back, and I look down to see her thighs shimmering with her sex fluids. My cocks starting to get a little hard again, and I quickly stuff it back into my jeans again. She laughs out loud again, a smile plastered on her face. I look at her without a word to say. Her eyes are dancing with delight, and her body language is ridiculously open to me right now. I came in here thinking of this girl as nothing but a one time thing, now I'm actually trying to get a working relationship going. I'm sure she's thinking the same thing. She's staring at my lips, while biting hers. Is this girl asking for me to kiss her? No way I think, but she stares at my eyes again invitingly and I say fuck it. I step towards her and wrap my hand into her hair, bringing our lips together in a searing kiss. We hold there together for what seemed like minutes, our tongues locked in combat, my teeth catching her lips and sucking them in. My other hand snakes down and I grab a fistful of her naked ass cheek, drawing a deep purr out of her throat. I could stay here forever kissing this girl, but I have to leave. I pull back regretfully, her face sullen as I step back. "Sorry girl, I really have to be on my way," My face is racked with genuine disappointment. It's cute how pouting she looks, but she forces a smile onto her face again. "It's okay." She grabs my arm and starts to lead me to the door, picking up my jacket on the way and putting it on for me. We get to the door, and she's facing me still with longing eyes. We smile timidly at each other. "Um, you know you don't have anything covering you right?" I say. She looks down, as if she just remembered I ripped her shorts off earlier, her bare pussy still out. "Oh I really forgot," she says giggling. "Just so you know, don't walk outside and stuff," I trail off. What the fuck am I saying? She laughs again, and pulls down her tank like it would actually cover up her lower half. I chuckle a bit, and reach into my back pocket. I pull out another envelop, and hand it to her. "Well this has been a really good time," I say, stepping close to her again. She gives me a quizzical look again and looks into the envelop, pulling out a smattering of bills. I think it's about 80 bucks, but I really don't give a shit. This session was amazingly unexpected. "What's this?" Her eyes drawn with confusion "Just a little extra," I say warmly. "Because you were so awesome and what-not." Her mouth drops down in surprise, but then it slowly closes into a gracious smile. She leans into me suddenly and kisses me, a quick deep peck. And then she pulls back before I know it, her cheeks rosey. "Thank you so much," she says. I really like this girl. Damn I did not see this shit coming. That look of gratitude really made me feel good. "The pleasure was all mine." I face the door and crack it open, just enough so I can slip out and not reveal the girl's pussy to the public. I look at her again. "When can I see you again?" She bites her lip, her face gleeful. "Babe you can see me whenever you want," she looks like a little school girl talking to her crush. Provided a crush that just face fucked the shit out of her. I grin at her answer, and look down at her glistening pussy. I reach out and run a finger lightly between her lips, drawing a surprised gasp out of her. I bring the fingers to my mouth, and suck the juice off of them. "How does tomorrow night sound?" I ask, licking my lips. She pants, her eyes full of anticipation. "Tomorrow night is perfect. What do you want to do," her words coming out in a breathy sigh. I shoot another look at her pussy, then slowly ascend to her face again. She's hanging on to my every word. "Tomorrow night, I'm gonna fuck that pussy sideways." I snarl. She moans, her hand touching her pussy. Damn, I've never made a girl so visibly turned on just with my words. It feels cool as shit. "Tomorrow then," I repeat to myself. "Tomorrow," her hand still working down south. "Until then," I start to slip out the door, "Have a good night." "You too babe," she moans. "I'll be thinking of that cock until then." She flashes a seductive smile and bites her lip and she starts to finger herself in the foyer, me halfway out the door. Fuck. Tomorrow night was gonna be a long wait.
Beebe and Petey Ch. 06	11,451	4.56	1,265,521	[ "squirting", "creampie", "incest", "taboo", "group", "group sex" ]	Dene had pulled my head down between her legs and I nestled contentedly in her soft bush. She stroked the side of my face with the backs of her fingers, and then reached down to lightly massage my shoulders and upper back. I began kissing the outline of her treasure trail all the way up to her navel and back down the other side. I nipped gently at the fold of her thigh and slid over to her still-moist pussy, gave a little lick and then kissed and nipped my way up the fold of her other thigh. I burrowed my nose around in her bush and descended again. Her pussy lips were still engorged from the love-making she and Chad had just finished and her clit jumped up to meet me. "Are you finding any?" Dene asked. By "any" she was referring to Chad's cum. She'd just told me he ate his own load from her freshly fucked love tunnel before lunch, and I suggested he might have missed some. "Not yet, but I'll keep looking," I said as I probed her vag with my tongue. "Hmmm. Hard to tell whose juices these are, but I'll just clean them up for you regardless!" I sucked at her pussy and was rewarded with a small mouthful. I kept at it, just in case I'd missed any, running my tongue in and out of her cunt and flicking up and down inside. Her juices continued to flow, and I swallowed eagerly. As I moved up to her clit, I felt some familiar hands on my ass. "Mmmmm," I purred, without looking up. And then teasing Chad I added "Hank! When did you get here?" Hank was the boyfriend I left in the dust last March for Chad and Dene. "Chad said Dene wore him out and asked me to step in" Chad replied, and I could hear the grin in his voice. "Say, you seem to have sprung a leak back here. There's something running down your thighs! Here, I'll see if I can stop it," he said. I felt the tip of his dick sliding up and down my slit, and then he quickly pushed it inside me. His pelvis smacked firmly into my ass and the impact pushed me deeper into Dene's snatch. Dene and I both groaned with delight. Encouraged, Chad continued. He fucked me hard and fast, each thrust travelling all the way through my body and transferring into Dene. He'd already cum once, and not long ago, so I imagined I was in for a great ride. He didn't disappoint! I slipped two fingers into Dene's sopping wet hole as I sucked her clit in and out between my lips, synchronizing the rhythm with Chad's pounding. Her curly bush brushed by my forehead, nose and cheeks each time Chad slammed against my ass. I sure wasn't looking at my watch, but I bet we made it to the 10-minute mark, at least! Without warning, Dene's thighs clamped tightly against my head and her hips rocketed off the towel, raising me with her. She screamed through clenched teeth and a stream of warm liquid blasted into my chin, then another and another. That seemed to light me up too. My pussy and thighs and lower belly began convulsing. For the first time ever, Chad and I came at the same time while we fucked! All three of us, convulsing, writhing and screaming-holy crap!! I collapsed first, my arms buckling and falling forward off Chad's dick and into Dene. She loosened her thighs from my head and I shot forward over her as her ass fell back to the towel. Chad, who had been on his knees while he fucked me from behind, kept his balance, thank goodness, but came forward, rolling over to lie on his back beside us. None of us moved or spoke for a bit. "Hey BeeBe," I broke the silence, still not moving, "Great fuck!" "Yeah, you sure are." he said, still panting some. "Both of you, for that matter!" "Hey Chad," said Dene, her chest still heaving as the gently stroked my back, "when you're up to moving again, how about doing for Kath what you did for me after we fucked. But then share." Chad was silent for a moment. Then he rolled over and rose to a kneeling position, slid me off of Dene and onto my back. He lifted me in his arms, told Dene to sit up, then placed me on my back between her outstretched legs with my head in her lap. He moved down to my pussy. Without a word, he licked at the cum already oozing out and began to suck at my dripping vag. Dene reached down and began playing with my tits. As Chad's nose bumped my clit, I got some involuntary spasms in my thighs, but didn't cum again. Dene rolled my nipples between her fingers as Chad continued to suck on my pussy for another 5 minutes. Finally, he rose from my pussy and, lips closed, raised an eyebrow at Dene. "I'll give you first choice, hon," Dene said to me. I sat up, rose to my knees and met Chad with a tight hug and an open-mouthed kiss. Our combined juices rolled into my mouth and we traded them back and forth. I loved this-my bare tits pressed to his chest, his hands stroking my back down to my ass and back up, and the warm liquid of our love-making flowing in our mouths. This took kissing to a whole new level! I felt Dene's hand tap my shoulder. I sucked all the cum into my mouth and broke the kiss with Chad, then turned to Dene who met me with the same open-mouthed kiss. I released Chad and turned to hug Dene as we continued the kiss, swapping hot cum back and forth, and stroked each other backs. She squeezed my ass, closed the kiss with about half the cum in her mouth, looked at me and swallowed. I did the same and we both turned to Chad. We saw him swallow, then smile. "This must make us all "cumblings," cum-siblings!" he said. "Kind of like blood-brothers, but way more fun!" "Ooo-I like that notion," Dene said. "That advances you and me beyond mere siblings, and brings sister-Kathy into the fold!" "Dene, did you pee on me when you came just now?" I asked. "No! That was pussy juice-I'm sure of it. I was pretty surprised too-I've never had that happen before. I'm really sorry!" "Wow-it was OK, just kind of surprising. It's kind of like a guy cumming, I guess, but I didn't know girls could do that!" "Maybe it's time for a quick dip," Chad suggested. "Good idea," Dene replied, "I'm curious to see if I still have the strength to stand up and walk!" We went skinny-dipping in the Gulf, diving through waves, floating on our backs, talking and just feeling wonderful. After about a half-hour, we retreated to the blankets and noticed a car approaching in the distance. "Uh-oh, company." Dene said. We decided to dress. Chad pulled on shorts, not bothering with his boxers. I slipped back into my bikini and Dene struggled into my old maillot. The hips and torso were OK for her, but my B-cup suit didn't quite hold her D-cup tits. She managed to get the top up enough to cover her nipples, but it left truly stunning cleavage spilling out. The car turned out to be the beach patrol-two guys about our age in deputy's uniforms and a marked 4-wheel drive cruiser with emergency flashers on top. One of them had been a year ahead of Chad in high school and knew all three of us. They stopped to talk, so we were really glad to have suited up. Chad and I stood close, making goo-goo eyes to make sure we gave signs of being a couple while Dene and her cleavage vamped. Chad and I didn't get too many looks after their first glance at Dene. Chad and Dave caught up a little bit. Dave didn't know our families had moved, or that Chad had been drafted. Tim, the other officer had been in my class and spent time trying to put the moves on Dene. She led him on, throwing me a quick wink on the sly. The maillot had very high-cut hips and only covered about half her ass cheeks. As she turned to bend over and pick up one of our towels, the suit rode higher into her ass crack. She pretended not to notice as she moved to the next towel, but Tim sure did. Her wild pubes poked out all around, but didn't seem to discourage him in the least. As she flapped the sand out of the towel, one of her boobs rode up letting her nipple pop over the top of the cup. She pretended not to notice that either. Tim's uniform pants had a bulge now. Dave's back was to the action so he didn't get to take in the show. "Dene!" I called, and when she and Tim both looked, I tugged discretely at my bikini top. "Oh shit!" she said looking down. She grabbed her boob and stuffed it back into the suit. She feigned embarrassment. "I had to borrow Kathy's suit, and it's a little too small. I'm really sorry, Tim." "Um, that's OK," said Tim, "I really didn't notice." "Well, Tim, your dick sure did," I thought to myself. Dene nodded at me-timing was just right to recover the vamping and get back on track. "Anyway, like Dave was saying, we were just driving the beach to let everyone know there's weather coming in," Tim said. "You've got maybe an hour before we're in for high winds and rain. If you hustle, you can probably get to the ferry before it hits." "Hey, thanks guys. We were about to pack up anyway." Tim tried to get back to the car without letting anyone see his hard on. "Dene, you were terrible!" I teased as they drove away. "I thought old Timmy was going to cum in his pants looking at you!" "Yeah, the devil made me do it," Dene said, "or the residual horniness from the two of you!" "Well, it's probably time to pack up and bug out," Chad said, "If the weather gets too rough for the ferry we might get stranded out here till it blows over." So, reluctantly, we kept our clothes on, threw our gear in the Bug and headed back toward the ferry and home. As I drove, I asked Chad what prompted him to eat Dene after they fucked. We'd never done that. Chad was an expert at eating pussy by now, but he'd never tried his own cum, either from my lips after I'd suck him off or out of my pussy after he'd filled me up. "It took some effort, actually," he said. "But I didn't think Dene had an orgasm and I wanted her to, so that was the main thing. I went down on her to get her off. It helped not to look at my cum. She'd already cleaned up a little bit on the towel, and it didn't really taste much different than your pussy when I eat you. There was a lot, but again, you're pretty juicy too, and I just swallow yours, so I was already kind of in the routine. It was like when we 69, though, and I cum before I finish eating you. It wasn't particularly hot, at least not until Dene finally came too. She gave me a little extra squirt of pussy juice while she was cumming, by the way. I heard you ask about that too. What gives with that? You get juicy, but you've never squirted it out." "That's the first time it's happened to me," Dene said. "I'm glad to hear it confirmed as pussy juice, though. I was sure I didn't pee, but worried I might have and just not felt it while I was cumming. And Chad, my God but you're a great lover! I was a little scared, but you were so gentle and I was so ready. It was absolutely the perfect moment, the perfect place and the perfect fuck. I'm one of the luckiest girls in the world. Then to realize I hadn't cum and making sure I did-I bet you're the only guy in the state so completely tuned in to making your lover so happy. Any other guys I have from now on have a pretty high mark to meet." "I thought it was pretty wild that we all came at the same time," I continued. "I think that's the first time Chad and I ever came at the same time while we were fucking. We cum together all the time in a 69, but I've always had trouble hitting a vaginal orgasm period, much less at the same time as Chad. I think having my face buried in your pussy and all that wonderful bush right there in my face must have had a lot to do with it, Dene." "Yeah, we definitely have to give that another try tonight," Dene said. We made the ferry in time to get back to the mainland. We stood looking over the rail as the ship hummed across the intercoastal. Dene and I both vamped on the way back. My bikini was adjustable, both the top and bottom. I usually had the triangles of the top pulled all the way wide so that they met in the middle and came around to the side of my chest before tying in the back. The panels on my bottoms met on my hip where the strings tied. I narrowed the size of the top to about 2" per side until there was plenty of boob showing and pushed the fabric in on the bottoms until both the front and back panels were only about 5" wide. I let the back panel ride up in my ass crack. There weren't such things as thongs back then, but that's essentially what my bottoms had become. Dene did the same with the back of the maillot, and carefully pulled one boob up until just a hint of areola peeked over the cup. Chad just shook his head. There seemed to be lots of foot traffic past our spot on the rail, and for some reason, they were all men, trying to act casual! A couple of high school boys actually stopped in their tracks and stared, slack-jawed, at Dene's chest. She let them take it in for a bit, pretending not to notice their presence, then made eye contact, scowled and sent them scampering away. She winked at me. Chad wandered back to the car and sat in the passenger seat. The next guy that came by sidled up to me on the rail and struck up a conversation. I had loosened the bikini tie around my neck, so when I leaned forward over the rail the fabric fell away from my chest. With the right angle, you could see my nipples! The guy beside me didn't take long to lean forward with me and look down my top. I winked over at Dene. I heard the Bug's door shut and suspected Chad was coming to my "rescue." The guy took the opportunity to leave, dodging between my ass and another man coming from the opposite direction. I felt the back of his hand linger and press into my crack as he waited for the other guy to pass. "You two are generating a lot of hard-ons around here," Chad observed. "It's kind of a kick," I said, "I've never really turned heads like Dene before. I'd never do it if I weren't sure you were around to discourage more than looks, but this is fun. Did you see that guy feel my ass just now? I would have been mortified at that a week ago and smacked the shit out of him. Of course I probably wouldn't have had my ass on display like this either. Do you want me to stop?" Chad paused and pursed his lips for a moment, then smiled and said: "Nah, go ahead and play, if you want. I'll either stand here with you or sit back down in the car. The guys seem a little bolder when I'm not in sight." "Stay here with me, I think. If you see some more guys walking up, give my ass a little squeeze and give me a quick kiss." The dock was coming into sight, and there was a stream of foot traffic heading back to their cars. As a last pair of guys came toward us, Chad reached inside my bottoms, pulled the fabric out of my ass crack and smoothed it over my cheeks. He gave my ass a final pat as they passed and we fell in behind them to the cars. As Dene climbed in the back seat I noticed that both of her nipples had managed to work their way over the cups! They stayed that way all the way home and she sat in the middle of the back so I could catch sight of them in the rear view mirror. Finally home, we shucked off the suits, showered and settled in on the living room furniture. I had second thoughts about the furniture, considering our propensity for generating fluids, and got some fresh towels to put under us. We were hungry again and began making plans for dinner. Ordinarily we would have gone out for pizza, but decided we didn't want to bother getting dressed again. We all began to wind down a little and Dene stretched out on the couch to take a nap. Chad and I headed down the hall to do the same and this time, we actually went to bed to sleep! He spooned behind me, and I felt the beginnings of an erection, but it faded as his breathing became slow and regular and he drifted off. I did too. I awoke to Dene calling from the door: "Hey, lovers. It's 7 o'clock. Anybody getting hungry?" I sat up and stretched. "Sure. Let's explore what's available." Chad sat up beside me, yawning, and added: "I can grill something if there's anything in the fridge, or I can run down to the Pig and get some Mahi Mahi. They're still open till 9, aren't they?" We decided on the Mahi Mahi. (It was marketed as "dolphin fish" in those days, but I wouldn't want you reading this now thinking we ate Flipper.) I made a teriyaki glaze and threw some potatoes in the microwave, and Dene worked on some fresh broccoli. Chad came back with some nice Mahi Mahi, and a pecan pie. (He remembered to dress, fortunately!) We had a feast, naked as the day we were born, laughing and telling stories from our high school and grade school days. We lingered at the table and had an extra piece of pie each-but finally cleared the dishes, washed and dried and put everything away. We retired to the living room and stretched out. "What next, ladies?" Chad asked. "I think I'm content just lying here on the floor for a while," Chad said. "Good," I replied. "I'm stuffed, tired, and content. I think we can stand to just be with each other without screwing for a while!" I paused, and no one spoke for a bit. "Beebe-we haven't talked much about AIT. Are you OK to talk about that? Or would you rather just leave it alone?" "It's been in the back of my mind since I walked out the gates at Bliss. You two have distracted me a little," he grinned, "but I'm pretty disappointed that my AIT looks like it'll just be jungle fighting. I mean, I guess I'd rather have more skills than less since I'm pretty clearly headed to 'Nam, but I was pretty excited about that language thing. I had visions of grilling Charlie or being a sneaky listener, or something like that. Maybe it's my problem with reading. It just sucks that's off the table." "So do you know for sure where you're going after AIT? Are you sure it's 'Nam?" Dene asked. "My MOS [military occupational sepcialty] is "Infantryman" just like almost everybody in the squad. I don't know where yet, but I know I'm going to 'Nam. From what I understand, AIT is going to be even more intense than basic. Lots of PT, lots of staying out in the swamp, lots of live fire training with M-16s and M-60s. They've got instructors at Polk that were in country and made it back out-that's a good thing. They'll have lots to tell us about how to keep our asses from getting shot or blown up. The only good thing is that we'll get weekend passes after the first couple of weeks. At least if we don't fuck up." Tears were silently spilling down my cheeks as Chad described how AIT was going to be and the inevitability of being sent to Viet Nam. I just hated it. I hated that his training would be so grueling, and I hated to think of him in the jungles and rice paddies getting shot at and scared to death every step. I managed not to sob, but only barely. "Pay really good attention to that 'How Not to Get Shot' shit, OK?" I said, without a trace of levity. Chad saw my tears. "Hey, I know the news has been awful, really, and there have been a lot of guys that didn't come back. But there are way more of us who do. I mean WAY more. Don't lose sight of that. And Tricky Dick really is throwing the whole deal back on South Vietnam. He's bringing the troop numbers down, so maybe I'm wrong about getting sent over there anyway. And I'm pretty sure," he said, trying to lighten the mood, "that percentage wise, it's more likely the two of you will fuck me to death before I ever walk through the gates at Ft. Polk!" "Hmmm. I'd hate to actually kill you, but maybe we could keep at it 'till you were just disabled," Dene joked back. "Arrrrggghhhhh," Chad groaned. "Lord help me!" Earlier in the day that would have been all it took for Dene and me to launch ourselves onto the poor guy, but nobody moved. "I think that for the rest of the time we're together, it should officially be 'Pamper Chad Time,' OK Dene?" "I could go for that." "Chad, we are officially yours to command. Tell us what would make you feel pampered." "Actually, what I'd really like right now is a massage," Chad replied, "a real one, with oil. One that really works on my muscles." "You got it, BeeBe!" I said, jumping up. I dried my tears with the back of my hand and headed to the kitchen for the olive oil. I was glad Jan had given me massages. Track sometimes knotted up my thighs and low back, and she was great at getting the kinks out. I popped the bottle of oil in the microwave and warmed it (God, I loved this microwave! Jan really splurged on it-over $700!) I got a sleeping pad from the camping supplies in the garage, then old sheets and a towel from the closet and made a pad on the floor. I had Chad lie face down on it while Dene and I took positions on each side. I poured some of the warm olive oil on each side of his upper back and began working on his shoulders and neck. Dene silently followed suit. Dene caught on quickly to my timing and pressure. We coordinated our motions to give the illusion of one person kneeling over him and using both hands. We spent about 45 minutes working our way from his shoulders, down his back, down his legs and finally his feet. He had a lot of knots in his upper back and we worked on those, especially. (We exchanged glances as we worked on his butt, but he didn't show any signs of arousal so in spite of his exceptionally nice butt, we refrained from bawdiness.) When we finished, Chad was breathing deeply and evenly. We weren't sure if he was awake or asleep, but covered him with a sheet and quietly moved from the room. We padded back to my room where our voices wouldn't bother Chad. "Dene, what do you think about Chad's being able to pick up languages so easily?" "I'm just floored, Kath. I had no idea. I mean I knew he could speak Spanish really well, but shoot, you and I can hold our own too, and not from taking it in school. We all just grew up with it, so I didn't think Chad being able to speak it was all that unusual. He does go way faster than I can understand sometimes, though." "Same with me. And Spanish class was almost a joke to most of us-except for getting away from slang and really getting the grammar right. Listen, do you remember Eddie Vu'?" I asked. "He was in Dad's section. He was ARVN and got to come over here because he was some kind of whiz with helicopters." "Yeah, that was the oriental guy that ate dinner with you guys sometimes, right?" "He learned English because he went to college in the US before he went back over there. He's a mechanical engineer-in fact, he's kind of the reason I was heading for ME at Rice. He has an accent, but he's not hard to understand." "Where are you headed with this, Kath?" "Well, I wonder if Chad is really as locked into his MOS as he thinks. I wonder if we shouldn't meddle a little bit and see if Eddie could teach him some more Vietnamese, if that's what the guy at Bliss was trying him out on. He never did get anything back from that guy to see how he was doing, I don't think, so at least Eddie could let him know if he's on track." "It shouldn't hurt to try," Dene said. I phoned Dad right then to get Eddie's number and see what Dad thought of our plan. (Dad did not, thank heavens, ask about sleeping arrangements.) Overall, he seemed skeptical of Chad's ability to learn such a complex language. He also thought it would be easier to for a pig to fly than get the Army to change an MOS, but said it wouldn't hurt to learn some Vietnamese if Chad was headed over there. Eddie was surprised to hear from me, but agreed to come by our house in the morning after he went to church. We went back to the living room to check on Chad. He was still where we left him. He was awake, though. He opened one eye, grinned, and said: "That was great! Where on earth did you learn how to to that?" "No instruction, but Jan used to work on me when I'd get all knotted up from overdoing it in track. I just mimicked what she did for me. Dene watched what I was doing and we got the hang of synchronizing our movements." "If you two set up shop outside an Army base to do this, you'd make a mint." "Hmm," Dene said thoughtfully, "do all Army guys have butts as nice as yours?" "What else can we do to make you feel pampered?" I asked. "You know, you only gave me half a massage," Chad said, pushing off the top sheet and rolling over. With his hands stretched up behind his head he added, "Maybe you could finish now!" "Good idea, hon!" I said. "But let's do this right too." I headed back to the kitchen to re-warm the olive oil, then grabbed a spare pillow from the closet. Back in the living room, I slipped the pillow under his head, made him close his eyes and put his arms down. Kneeling behind his head, I used just a dab of oil on my fingertips and began to massage his temples, then forehead and face, under his jaw and onto his upper chest and shoulders. I moved around to his side and motioned for Dene to go to the other side. I think Chad was half-expecting us to go straight for his dick since it was in easy reach now, and it was pretty tempting. It had begun to swell when he rolled over and stretched his hands back behind his head, but while I'd worked on his temples it relaxed completely. I turned slightly toward his head and picked up his left arm, commanding him to relax it. I began with his hand, massaging each of his fingers back toward his wrist, and worked back up his arm toward his shoulder. Once past his forearm, I placed his wrist over my shoulder and continued working on his upper arm. His lower forearm was rubbing against my breast. On the other side, Dene was copying my movements. As his forearm brushed her nipple, I could see it swell. Dene and I were built differently in the tits department. Hers were bigger, of course-I've already commented on that-but our nipples were different too. My aereolae were about the size of a quarter and my nipples were like pencil erasers. When I became aroused, the aereolae puckered up tight and shrank to the size of a nickel and my nipples popped straight out. Dene's aereolae were silver dollar-sized and her nipples were barely a bump. Hers didn't shrink at all! In fact, they became more prominent. When she was turned on, her entire aereolae puffed out a half-inch from the rest of her tits! They were puffing up now. She caught me looking and gave me a wink, which instantly drew both of mine up tight and pointy. I could feel them tighten and, like always, that feeling was accompanied by a bit of moisture down below! Dene motioned with her eyes down Chad's torso. I followed her glance and saw Chad's dick coming to life. I was all the way up to his shoulder by then and ready to set his arm back down. Before doing that, I purposely rubbed his oily forearm back and forth across my erect nipple and watched as his dick went past getting hard to being hard. I set his arm down and began to work on his chest, ending by lightly pinching his nipples. Dene faithfully followed suit on the other side. We moved down to his feet after that, working our way up his calves and upper thighs before coming to his now fully erect dick. "BeeBe?" "Um Hmm." "There seems to be some tension in your groin area." "You're quite perceptive," he answered, "a less observant person might have missed that." "Would you like us to see what we can do to help ease that tension?" I teased. "Maybe you could both give me pussy massages now," he said, opening his eyes. "You could pussy-massage my dick while Dene pussy-massages my lips." That was it for holding back! I straddled his hips and slowly impaled myself on his cock as Dene moved to his head. She rubbed first her belly, then her pussy slowly down his forehead and onto his waiting mouth. We didn't go at it frantically this time. I fucked him slow and deep, pausing at the bottom of each stroke to lightly grind my thighs and pubis against his oily hips. I squeezed his dick with my pussy before slowly starting back up. I paused again at the peaks to take just the head of his dick in and out. Dene kept her weight on her hands and knees, hovering so that he didn't have to raise his head to continue licking and sucking her. After about 20 minutes I felt an orgasm begin to build. Damn! Another vaginal orgasm on the way! What a delight! It continued to build slowly for another 5 minutes as I refused to pick up the pace. Then I felt Chad's hips lift under me and his dick began jerking in my pussy. I felt his cum blasting into me and that put me over the edge. Dene and I grabbed each other for a kiss and she came too-again squirting pussy juice which Chad caught in his mouth and swallowed. "Wow! Said a voice from the door, "That was absolutely the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life!" "EEEEK!" I screeched, jumping off Chad's cock to see who spoke. "Jan! I didn't think you were coming back 'till tomorrow!" Dene scrambled up, covering herself and Chad grabbed the sheet. "Hey, hey, hey kids-I'm sorry. I thought you heard me! Don't worry, please, and don't be embarrassed!" We were all so surprised we didn't move or say anything else. Jan walked to the couch. "I'm really sorry-I thought you heard me come in. I didn't think you'd embarrassed. It's just me, for goodnes sakes. Here," Jan said, "I'm over dressed. Let me fix that!" And her loose, African-print shift, came over her head to reveal she hadn't bothered with bra and panties. "Tony and I had to cut Acapulco short because of the weather. We sliped in between two storm systems. There's another one coming that's even worse than what you had this afternoon, by the way, and Tony is scheduled solid with Delta from tomorrow night all the way through Monday after Thanksgiving. He dropped me at the airport and took right back off for Dallas." "Umm, I'm kind of oily," Chad said, trying not to look at Jan. "I should probably shower before I get some on the furniture." He padded off down the hall, still wrapped in the sheet. "I probably should too," Dene added. She was still trying to cover herself, but paused to take in Jan's body. "Sorry you had to cut the trip short." Dene followed after Chad. "Jan!" I said, "I'm so shocked that I'm not quite sure what I feel, but I think I'm pretty mad at you! How long were you watching us anyway?" "I'm so, SO sorry Kath, really I am. I thought you heard me come in and decided you didn't care if I watched. I called out "Anybody home?" from the garage door and again in the kitchen but you didn't answer. I was there for about 5 minutes, I guess-you were looking right at me, at least your face was pointed my way. Guess your world at the moment ended at Chad and Dene. I meant it, by the way. That was the most wonderfully hot sex I've ever seen or been a part of, and that's saying something." "Well it was pretty special, but it was pretty private too, or at least that's what we thought. Dene and Chad are a new thing just today. None of us wanted that known beyond the three of us, ever. I think that's why they 'needed showers' and couldn't meet your eye." "Well, that's smart. It doesn't bother me at all, but it's sure not something to let anyone else in on. I swear to you, and I'll repeat it to them that I won't breathe a word to anyone, not even Tony. You all three know you can trust me, don't you?" she pleaded. Chad and Dene came back in. Chad's hair was wet and he was again wearning boxers. Dene had on one of my robes, but didn't appear to have showered. "I heard you two talking," Dene said to Jan and me. "I'm over being shocked, or mad or whatever I was, Jan. I get it that you tried to give us a head's up. I'm still embarrassed that our secret is out beyond the 3 of us, though. And we do trust you, but I'm not sure I want to continue our 'nudist camp' with you. The three of us aren't nearly done thinking through things, or making this a special time for Chad before he has to head off to get shot at." "I get that," Jan said. "So let me offer a couple of options." "First, I'm really beat. It was a long, rough flight back and I'm mainly interested in relaxing and hitting the sack." "SOLO!" she added. I was planning do that in my own bedroom, but I think maybe it would be easier on you if I just found someplace else to spend the night and didn't come back till tomorrow, like I planned before." "I'll either head on back to my bedroom and promise not even to open the door again unless you knock and invite me to, or I'll head down to the shop and crash on the cot in the back room." Silence, as Chad, Dene and I looked at each other. "I think we could use your advice on a few things, Jan," I finally said, "but I'll leave it up to Dene and Chad." Dene and Chad looked at each other for a moment, then gave each other brief nods. Dene was the first to speak, "It's sweet of you to offer, Jan, but it just isn't right to kick you out of your own house. We were really off-base to get mad, even for a little while. You've been so great to all of us, and we DO trust you. You're a good friend, and what you and Tony did to get Chad and me here this weekend is just beyond fabulous. Just, when I'm not turned on, the thought of having sex with my brother still grosses me out. I can't imagine what other people would think, and I don't EVER want to find out." "Would it help if I told you I've had a 3-way with a guy and his sister? I think sibling sex is way more common than anyone is willing to admit. I'm only against it if it's rape-like where an older brother (or sister, for that matter) uses coersion or misuses trust to have sex with a younger sister or brother. Other than that, as long as you stay on top of birth control, I think it can make a much tighter bond between siblings. It's a way to explore sexuality without any thought of ever getting married or living as a couple. And I think the 3 of you are a testament to that." "Whaaaat!?" I said, "When and with whom? (who? no, whom's right,)" I dithered. "Oh, who the Hell was it?!?" I demanded "I would no more tell you that than I'd let it out about Chad and Dene," Jan said, "but I don't think we were anywhere near as hot as what I saw of you three!" "I gather this has been a pretty nice day?" Jan rose from the couch and gathered her shift. "Listen, I'm going to head back my room for a shower. I'll put on a robe and come back out for good-nights, and spend time talking if you want to. Any subject-you know that. If you're dressed, I'll leave the robe on too. If you're not, I'll blend in. Deal?" "That sounds good, Jan," I replied, and moved to give her a hug. It dawned on me we'd never hugged in the nude before. I was intensly aware of our bare breasts pressed together and I got some inkling of what Chad and Dene felt. It was a tad weird, but nice. Jan kissed me lightly on the cheek, but the corners of our lips overlapped too. She released the hug and patted my ass before heading down toward her room. I also realized Chad's cum was running down the inside of my thighs "Wow," I said, turning to Chad and Dene. "That was awkward for a bit. I think I'm better now, though. You?" "Yeah," Dene replied, "it was mostly the shock of 'getting caught', you know?" "My dick wilted the instant I heard her voice," Chad added, "even before you jumped off of me, Petey." "So, before that, did you feel pampered again?" I asked Chad. "You just can't imagine what that was like! Lying there, not moving a muscle, feeling the two of you with your hands all over me and my God are you great at massage! Then fucking me so slow and controlled like that. You kept me on the edge of cumming forever! And Dene-just hovering like that so I didn't even need to lift my head to eat you out. I kept thinking 'I bet not even Roman emperors has it this great! It was just fucking fabulous! That definitely was NOT piss you squirted on me, Sis. You're a regular fountain of pussy juice!" "OK," Dene said, "before Jan comes back out, clothes or no clothes? And I'd like to see what she says about my squirting if she'll stay and talk to us." "You two make the call," I said, "I'm pretty oily too, and there's this strange sticky stuff running down my thighs!" and I headed for the shower. When I came back in, robed, Chad and Dene were still dressed, so I kept mine on too. Jan joined us soon after that. "Stay and talk with us a while, Jan?" I asked. "Sure, Tiger," she said with a knowing smile. She had been very careful to use "Tiger" in place of my childhood family nickname "Kitten" ever since I'd described my first time with Chad. "Where do we start?" We started in with Chad's language skills first, and our invitation to Eddie Vu for tomorrow. That was news to Chad too since Dene and I cooked it up between the 1st and 2nd halves of his massage. They both thought it had merit. Jan added that Viet Nam had been a French province until about 15 years ago and that a lot of the country still spoke French, so Chad's newest language should be a help too. A number of Jan's friends had been (or still were) in the service and had been through Viet Nam. She offered to have them over to the house Monday night for dinner and conversation with Chad about what to expect. We covered Dene's squirting last. Jan just smiled and said: "Me too! It's normal for some gals. Welcome to the club! As long as guys don't think you're peeing on them, it's usually not a problem. In fact, some measure their skill as a lover by whether they can get you to squirt!" Then to me, "Kath, have you told them about my new, umm, product line?" I hadn't. Jan had expanded her business during the summer. She hadn't told anyone but me and Tony, as far as I knew. It was well-known in the community that a "Fredericks of Hollywood" type store had opened next to her record store/head shop. I heard our mom and Chad's mom pretending to be scandalized over it, but with the kind of banter that made me think they might have already done some shopping there. The big secret was that, in fact, it belonged to Jan! She first bought the building through a corporation that she set up just for the purpose. She hired a manager to be the public face of the business, but had a passage from the back of her store to the new one. She remained completely in the background, but ran the place with the same efficiency that she ran the record shop. In addition to the sexy and naughty lingerie, she had a back room with 'adult novelties.' She carried dildos, anal beads, artificial pussies, blow-up dolls, paddles, nipple clamps and the like. That stock wasn't advertised, but had become well-known and she was making obscene profits. I had visited with her on Sunday afternoons when both stores were closed. \-to be continued
Mature Couples First Foursome Pt. 02	32,625	4.54	1,620,368	[ "anal", "ass-fucking", "cum", "feet", "foursome", "mature", "oral", "sucking" ]	Prior to reading Pt. 2 I recommend reading "Mature couples first foursome Pt. 1" as a way to introduce yourself to the characters, and to set the stage for the ending of our first foursome. Thank you. \\\\\* In Part 1 of the story describing our first foursome I ended with my husband Walter taking one of Cindy's pretty feet in his hand. No sooner than he did he began sucking and licking her cute toes. First one foot, then the other. When sucking her big toe, which Walter often singles out, Cindy couldn't help but say that he was damn good at sucking her toes and most definitely would be just as good sucking cock. I laughed, then explained to Cindy, that I've told him that more than once when he sucks my toes. David then asked if he could do my toes. Not to be left out I said please do as I would love him to. It wasn't long from them both sucking and licking our respective toes that their cocks were once again hard and erect. Upon seeing that, Cindy got the baby oil Walter left on the night table after he used it to ass-fuck her earlier. Then she applied some to both cocks so we could massage their rigid manhoods with our feet. After about ten minutes of sensuously foot massaging their cocks I suggested since they were both rip roaring hard that it might be nice to put their cocks to better use. As for me, I asked David to fuck me in the ass since he hadn't yet tonight and his cock was lubed and ready to go. Before Cindy could speak, Walter asked if he could go down on her cleanly shaved pussy. "I've been eye-balling that beautiful bald pussy of yours it all night Cindy, and been waiting for the chance to feel your smooth cunt and pubic mound against my face." "I thought you would never ask Walter. Please do. I was hoping before the night was over you would eat my pussy. I'd be disappointed if you didn't since I shaved it just for this evening." Cindy then lied down on her back and put a pillow under her ass. She spread her legs wide, pointed to her pussy and said with a big smile..."My clit is begging for some stimulation Walter, and post haste. Otherwise I'll have to begin things without you." Walter didn't need to be asked twice before positioning himself between Cindy's legs. Then he immediately began feasting on her hairless pussy like a hungry animal. In the mean time I got on all fours next to them at a 90 degree angle so both David and I could watch Walter and Cindy while he did me in the ass. Thanks to the king size bed I could. With a queen or regular size bed it would have been difficult, if not impossible. David as I've mentioned before has a relatively short cock, but very fat. A good 2 inches in diameter. And even thicker at the base. His cockhead is relatively small, but what's nice about it is it's pointed or cone-shaped. Which makes it inserting in one's asshole easy compared to a large cockhead like Walter's that requires a little more care and finesse when inserting it. Although David's cock was already lubricated with baby oil he wanted to lick and tongue my asshole first to lubricate it a bit with his saliva. I was hoping he would before inserting his cock in my ass since getting ass-fucked wouldn't be the same without some oral stimulation of my butthole first. The feeling of his tongue on my "brown-eyed girl" was awesome. Especially when he would tease it by wiggling his tongue while the tip was inserted in my asshole. The sensation my anus was experiencing when he did was incredible. I think I could have orgasmed just from my asshole being stimulated by his tongue. But it wasn't to be. Once satisfied I was ready for his cock he positioned his cockhead at the entrance to my anus and in one smooth motion inserted his cock balls deep. When he did, and as with the one other time he ass-fucked me, he stretched my sphincter muscles to the limit because of his cock's wide girth. And like before, it hurt slightly at first, but in a pleasurable way. Unlike Cindy with her tight asshole I can easily take his insanely fat cock. Plus it made for a more pleasurable ass-fucking experience for David since he didn't have to worry if I was in pain and/or uncomfortable as Cindy usually is. Then David slowly but surely began fucking my ass with a steady humping motion while holding firmly onto both my butt cheeks. Wasn't long before I started bucking backwards to meet each of his forward thrusts so every inch of his cock would fill my ass. And each time I did his huge balls would slap against my pussy. So hard I thought it might be hurting him, but apparently it wasn't. In the mean time, Walter was going at Cindy's smoothly shaved pussy like there was no tomorrow. He had his arms wrapped around both her legs while licking her cunt and clit. As a result, it required Cindy to hold her pussy lips spread apart so Walter had clear access to her clitoris. Plus her doing so made it clear her clit was what she wanted licked first and foremost. And lick it Walter did. Over and over in between taking it in his mouth and gently sucking it. Wasn't long before Cindy started moaning, and pretty heavily, which indicated it wouldn't be long before she would orgasm. With her orgasm fast approaching Cindy said..."Walter, I want your cock filling my pussy with your hot load when I cum. So please fuck me, and now!" Walter reluctantly obliged. Reluctantly because he was enjoying going down on her cleanly shaven pussy more than he thought he would. So much so that there was no doubt in my mind that I was going to be asked to shave my pussy for him. Walter repositioned himself so he could insert his cock in her now soaking wet cunt. He held her legs straight up in the air by the ankles and then while on his knees inserted his long cock slowly into Cindy's pussy until his balls were up against her asshole. By doing it slow at first assured him that his cockhead wouldn't reach Cindy's uterus as it often does mine. Last thing he wanted was for his cock to be banging against Cindy's uterus while fucking her. Which can be painful. Once he determined it wouldn't Walter began fucking away at her wet hole. Slowly at first and then with increased energy as the glorious feeling and especially the sight of her bald pussy wrapped around his cock was quickly taking a toll on him. Cindy couldn't move much because of the way he was holding her legs high by her ankles so she decided to let Walter do all the work. All except for her vigorously rubbing her clit with two fingers. Which indicated she was a lot like me in that without clitoral stimulation it's rare to have an orgasm from vaginal intercourse. In the mean time David was nicely pounding away at my ass. Steadily and smoothly. Not like the one and only time before when he went at my ass like a jack hammer. No doubt he learned something by watching Walter ass-fuck yours truly and Cindy. Good for him. And me as I was enjoying him fucking away at my ass way more now since his humping motion and tempo were perfection. David's steady rhythm was achieving it desired effect on both of us. His balls consistently slapping against my pussy indicated his cock was being fully inserted on each forward thrust. David's fat cock felt wonderful doing me in the ass and It wasn't much longer before I was going to orgasm. Realizing I was about to orgasm I said to David..."I'm going to cum David, and I want you filling my ass with your hot cum when I do." "Have no fear Lacey. I'll be sure to cum just when you do." It wasn't much longer before my orgasm hit and I yelled..."Now David! Now! Fill my ass with your hot cum!" No sooner than said, David let out a loud groan, shoved his cock as far as it would go in my ass, and unloaded his entire cumload deep in my rectum. I could literally feel each load of hot cum shoot from his throbbing cock. An easy half dozen loads in all, which felt like heated whipped cream filling my ass. In the mean time I released a flood of pussy juice along with numerous cunt farts as the orgasmic spasms rippled through my body. As noisy and embarrassing as my cunt farts are when I orgasm from being ass-fucked, there is no way I can subdue them once I start cumming. When we both recovered from our respective orgasms I said to David..."WOW! That's was simply awesome David. Timing when you cummed was perfect. Made my orgasm so incredibly good." David then withdrew his still hard cock from asshole, which was immediately followed by a steady stream of semen. It couldn't have been seconds later when Cindy while still furiously rubbing her clit all but screamed..."I'm cumming Walter. Fill my pussy with your hot cum NOW!" And he did as he let out a number of loud groans with each load of hot cum he shot into her pussy. Cindy bucked and shook for what seemed like five minutes before her orgasm subsided and she stopped trembling. When she did, and was somewhat composed, Walter withdrew his spent cock from her now cum filled pussy. Then he lied down on his back next to her to catch his breath. Cindy continued to lie with the pillow under her ass and her legs spread and I couldn't help but notice Walter's cum slowly oozing from her pussy. I don't know what came over me, but I was captivated by the sight and positioned myself between Cindy's legs for a better view. Then I got what can best be described as an uncontrollable urge to lick and suck Cindy's pussy clean of Walter's cum. I couldn't imagine what David and Walter would think if I did, but I was more concerned about Cindy. So I figured I better ask..."Cindy, I would love to lick your pussy clean. Would you mind if I did?" "Mind?"...she asked. "Are you kidding. I would love you to." Which I began to immediately after getting Cindy's blessing. While Walter and David might have thought it was a bit kinky for me to clean Cindy's pussy with my mouth, lips and tongue, I wasn't really concerned about it. As for me, I was glad I let my perverted desires over take me because Cindy's pussy juice mixed in with Walter's cum tasted simply delicious. But what was more intoxicating was the thrill I was experiencing from licking Cindy's pussy. A first for me...going down on another woman, or performing cunnilingus. The cum and pussy juice mixed together tasted like lightly salted honey, and Cindy's soaked pussy smelled just as sweet. While I was licking Cindy's pussy clean, she was running her fingers gently through my hair and moaning softly. She was truly enjoying me licking and lapping her cunt as much as I was. Maybe more since I was sure she had another orgasm before I was done. Albeit a very subtle one. Once done licking Cindy clean I softly planted one last kiss on her pussy and clit. Then Cindy said..."Please kiss me on the lips Lacey. I want you to kiss my mouth!" Without hesitating I lied on top of her and did. Passionately, as she did me along with sticking her tongue in my mouth to taste what she could of her own love juices and Walter's cum. We embraced and kissed for what seemed like 2 to 3 minutes before Cindy whispered in my ear..."You going down on my pussy and licking it clean after Walter filled me with his cum was the most erotic and sensuous thing I ever experienced. It was wonderful Lacey. I can't begin to tell you how good it made me feel in so many ways. Thank you." I didn't reply, but just lied on top of her for a few more seconds while we warmly embraced. Then I got up and was greeted by Walter and David staring at me. I was anticipating the worse with what they might be thinking before David surprised me by saying..."That was just awesome ladies. Especially you Lacey. I don't know about anybody else, but it is a great way to end what has been a fantastic evening for everyone I'm sure. That was no better way in my mind to wrap up what has been a night none of us will soon forget. And speaking for both Walter and myself...thank you ladies for a wonderful evening and terrific sexual experience." The End. \\\\\* PS...before Walter and I left for home we set a tentative date for another foursome. We also agreed that each of us would come up with something new to try or experiment doing during our next get together. The one proviso was we had to keep it secret until then. Even from our spouses.
Don't Look Back Ch. 09	10,462	4.52	933,103	[ "taboo", "gay", "mm romance", "erotica", "father/son", "oral", "rimming", "anal" ]	Lee's simple statement of intent derailed Marshall's entire thought process. In the back of his mind, he remembered the bet. But the prospect of being fucked was a temptation calculated to distract. Washing dishes wasn't so bad, was it? Surely worth the price of paradise. Damn, Lee knew him only too well. Marshall felt his resolve crumbling. "After I suck you off?" he suggested, although he damn well knew the answer to that particular brand of idiocy. Lee snorted. "I didn't fall off the turnip truck yesterday, boy. You do that and we're done, and you know it. I was just thinking. Why don't we take this outside? To the shower?" And that was the final nail in Marshall's coffin. It wasn't like they didn't have indoor plumbing. Of course they did. They might live in the boonies, but there was still a certain level of civilization to be found there, even in Burnham. The outdoor shower was a feature Lee had added himself, for days when they came back from hunting or camping or other outdoor activities, too filthy to even think about stepping foot inside. It was handy, it was damn practical... and it was a good way to fuck in the outdoors to their hearts' content, while also coming clean. While he was debating, Lee reached down and pulled Marshall into his lap. Their cocks rubbed together slickly, Lee's wet with Marshall's saliva and pre-cum. Lee snaked his hand beneath Marshall, thumbing across his quivering hole. "Now, which would you rather do? Stay here and suck me off... or go out there and get your ass pounded?" Was that even a question? Lee obviously realized that as well as Marshall did. "Take out the towels and I'll meet you there." Before releasing Marshall, Lee slid the tip of his thumb inside him, and Marshall whimpered needily. Lee smiled. "You'll get a whole lot more than that," he promised, withdrawing the digit, to Marshall's dismay. Lee swatted his ass; Marshall savored the burn. "Now git." Marshall scrambled up off Lee's lap, loping all the way to the linen closet. He grabbed two fluffy towels. Everything else they'd need was already there. Lee was gone by the time he raced back through the family room, headed toward the kitchen and the back door. Marshall's bare feet slapped against the wood of the back stairs as he took them two at a time. Lee had already started the water and was standing inside the wooden enclosure. The shower wasn't totally enclosed, the walls only reaching to about shoulder height, affording them a view of their land. Marshall also had a great view of Lee. Water cascaded down Lee's fit body, flattening his dark hair against his skull. Marshall set the towels on the outside rack, where they wouldn't get wet, and let himself inside the shower. There he got the complete picture, which never failed to turn him on. Lee's head was thrown back, his eyes closed, one hand on his chest, tweaking a nipple, the other stroking his hard cock. What a total turn-on. "Come on in, the water's fine." Lee beckoned, crooking a finger at Marshall. Marshall didn't hesitate. He moved into the warm spray, stepping close to Lee. Lee opened his eyes, and pulled Marshall closer, so close their cocks attempted to engage, even as he claimed Marshall's mouth. Their teeth clicked together, before lips parted and tongues collided. Lee's hand slid between them. He palmed Marshall's cock and tugged at it hard. "Turn around and spread your legs," he commanded, and Marshall complied. Lee slid his fingers between Marshall's cheeks, lightly teasing his hole. Marshall knew exactly what he was doing—gauging how much lube, if any, was needed before he entered Marshall. "I'm ready now," Marshall insisted, but Lee kept probing anyway. "I'll be the judge of that." He slid one whole finger inside of Marshall, setting off pleasurable sensations in his nerve endings. When Lee seemed satisfied, he pulled the finger out. "Assume the position." Marshall was more than happy to comply. He placed his hands on top of the wall, leaning toward it, presenting his ass to Lee. He had a wonderful view of their backyard and the land beyond, including the birds that came to bathe in the bird bath or peck at one of several feeders. "Guess you're ready, aren't you?" Lee's lust-laden voice reverberated against Marshall's ear as he stepped up behind him, pressed against him tightly, his erection digging into his ass. Marshall knew that wouldn't last long; he savored it while he could. "Yes, Sir," Marshall throatily replied. "Ready for you, Sir." He felt Lee widen his stance just a little bit more, and he relaxed into his touch, his body fairly thrumming with anticipation. Lee entered him in one swift thrust. Marshall tightened his grip on the wall, catching his breath at the sudden intrusion. He loved it rough, but it took a little adjustment when his body considered Lee's entrance an invasion. Marshall adjusted to the fullness that Lee's length brought as his breathing evened out. He leaned back into Lee as a sign that he was good with it and ready to go on. Lee pulled almost completely out and slammed inside again. Goddamn, goddamn... so fucking good. When Lee said pound, he wasn't kidding. Swift and hard. Gloriously hard. This was lovemaking at its most primitive, elemental level. This was lust mixed with want mixed with need. Marshall needed Lee as he needed the air he breathed, the food he ate. He knew Lee felt the same way. Other people might not understand, but they did. Again and again. Harder, stronger. Lee reached around and grasped Marshall's cock, pumping it. Marshall felt his explosion was imminent. He pushed back against Lee's thrusts, his insides coiling like writhing snakes. He turned his head to meet Lee's, their lips crashing together as he let go, feeling Lee release inside him.
Hotel: Renovation	26,388	4.76	457,390	[ "amputee" ]	Strolling through the back streets of Bangkok and looking at the women - prostitutes or not - leaves me with a need and on fire. I see an older woman on a single crutch with a single leg. Of course, older is relative. She seems pretty, but the morning hides much. The dress is short and the lone leg nice, the other hidden somewhere, maybe it ends near her hip. I'd like that. I watch for a moment before I move towards her then I notice a man begin speaking to her. I watch a while longer hoping he might leave then see her kissing him and he fondling often. His hand drags the dress up to her waist. The stump 'is' short, her hips sweet. I continue my search. Some girls call to me. I could have one of just about any age, but alas, I have some morals. Sadly, I think about how for some they are too old. One rubs my thigh and begs me in a whisper for things I can't think of doing. I push her away and tell her to go home. I know the parents sold her into prostitution long before now. I feel sorry for her. I stagger a little and bump against the door of the bar as I walk inside. Shutters and windows are all open and the five ceiling fans spin slowly. Eight in the morning and it is an oven. "Hey handsome," an Asian, probably over thirty, with large implants bursting out of the dress, whispers in a hoarse smokers voice. "What some nookie?" Before I can answer, she's working on my zipper. "Good hand job, five." I look at her face just to make sure she looks like a woman. She passes a quick visual inspection and her hand stroking my cock makes me forget to feel between her legs to see if she might be a guy. I slap a ten on the counter and soon I groan in pleasure. She wipes the come away with a wet bar towel. I hope it was clean. "You got a name?" she asks. "I'm Nom." Her lips don't give me a chance to reply as they cover my mouth and her tongue searches for my throat. I assume she's trying to earn the other half of the ten. She forces my hand over a harden breast with a nipple pressing though thin fabric. A moment later, she's rubbing my hand inside her blouse. "Good tits, implants not old." She sucks my tongue from my mouth into hers for a while then begins shoving my hand south. "Better pussy that you've had for a long time." The next kiss is shorter. "Fifteen more and you won't forget me." "Right here, or you have a place?" I teasingly quiz. She gives me a quick snicker and pulls my hand as if to lead me somewhere. I follow, hoping I will live through whatever is about to happen. The room has only a black curtain for a door and a small mattress on the floor. I blink and her dress is already falling on the floor and she soon lays naked with her legs spread wide in my direction. Her body is short, slim, and inviting. Her face is like so many other woman I've seen on the streets the last two days, maybe more lovely as I consider her for awhile while unfastening my belt and pushing my trousers down along my legs. My erection remains even after the quick hand job. "Fuck my cunt," she begs. "I like American men with big cocks." She's very wet as I slip inside. It feels wonderful even with the condom she magically applied. "Good, isn't it?" she asks. A foot rises and falls against my back then begins encouraging my body to ride her harder. It takes no encouragement for me and soon I come. "We could do it again ... free," she says. "Maybe I'll come back later," I say as I stand and begin redressing. "Oh, my name is Jake." She remains on the mattress and fingers her pussy. "Nice to meet you. I'm in the bar mornings if you want more." "Yeah, maybe." "Jake, honey," she begins. "I've got some hot little girls if you want." "Not into children ... only adults." I sigh. "Oh-h," she whispers, almost sad. She smiles for a moment. "I've got one girl missing a leg. Are you into amputees? She's 'legal'." My erection returns quickly as I process what I've just heard. "One leg?" I ask to confirm what she said. She stands and redresses, which doesn't take long since she only had on a dress. A few buttons remain unfastened just in case the breasts weren't exposed enough. She moves closer and sucks my lips for a while then takes a step back before rubbing a hand over my chest. "Yeah. Crazy girl, but she has a great body and is beautiful." "Why crazy?" I ask. "Because she wanted the leg off." "Really? Is she a hooker?" "No, Jake ... not a virgin though. She's renting a room from a friend, but will be leaving tomorrow. "Are they're others?" "Yeah. A doctor at a the hospital helps people like her." Her hand playfully gropes my crotch. "Jake. You hard rock," she says in a mock Oriental accent as from an old movie. She laughs. "Do you really like amputee women?" "A lot. I was hoping to find some this trip." "For you, I'd cut my leg off." She laughs. "If you do that, we'd have to fuck all the time." I shove my hand under her dress and feel the sloppy wet swamp. She presses her pussy around my fingers as they rub though her slit. "Honey-y," she teases and kisses me deeply. We continue masturbating each other though the next few minutes as we trade tongues often. Eventually we tire and break apart. "Call her," I suggest, and then peck at her lips a few times. "What, don't see yourself with a one legged hooker? I'd do it for you. I'd even stop hooking." She laughs. I know what that means. "I might want someone that I could show friends." I groan. "Aren't I pretty?" "Hell yeah-h." I reply. "The tits are a bit big for my taste though." "Sorry, Jake." She pushes buttons on the phone and I hear a voice but am unable to understand. I listen to Nom ask her if she would like to meet an American interested in amputees. She closes the phone up. "Nope. She's got a husband back home." "Shit," I groan and turn to walk into the hallway leading into the bar. She follows and rests a hand on the small of my back as we near the stools. The stools scrape over the concrete floor as we reposition them and then sit facing each other. I rub my hand along her thigh a few times and look at her beautiful face. "If this was a stump," I say. "Jake, it's something I think about some. I know two other Thai women who've done it." "Really?" "Yeah. One did the whole leg; the other still has a short stump. They're lot younger than me." "Introduce me. I might make an age exception." I laugh. "It wouldn't work. They are both lesbians." She snickers. "How much smaller would my tits have to be for you?" She laughs. "They're only double D's." I look and think about how that on a five-foot woman of about hundred pounds wet, they seem huge. "I kind of like them smaller like most Thai women. This doc that does amputations ... I didn't know it was done on healthy limbs." "Sure-e!" she says in a matter of fact tone as if I'm being silly even asking. Mostly sex operations." "Does he...? "It's a woman." "Oh-h my-y," I drawl. My hand is still on her thigh. "Do you want to meet her? Maybe she knows someone you'd be happier with than me. I understand, Jake. Really, I do. Someday I'll find a man that wants me with one leg 'and' big boobs." She opens her phone and dials. \- The doctor's office is in a different building than the hospital and I settle into the chair next to her desk. She's European and attractive. A wedding ring graces her finger and though I know she is not the woman for me, I sense some disappointment. "Leslie," I begin. She had asked me to call her by her first name. "Nom thought maybe you might be able to introduce...." She cuts me off. "To some women who wanted to be amputees?" She smiles. "Real women or transgendered?" "Ah, real," I sheepishly say as my fingers drum nervously on the desk a few times. My hand falls back in my lap as I look at her blue eyes. "Just checking, you know." She makes a small chuckle. "I have both." "Gender change 'and' an amputation? What, a twofer special?" I snicker as I think to myself, 'super size that? Yes, please'. She ignores my attempted humor and tells me about the kinds of people she performs amputations on and why she began doing so. She pauses, sips some water, and adjusts herself in the chair. I can tell she doesn't want to spend much time with me, I assume she'd rather be cutting on someone. I give her face a quick glance and I relax. "I get a few women from overseas. A few locals too ... some parents think it will help their girls find a rich man." She chuckles. "Are you a rich man?" "No ma'am, not really. I travel here on business, maybe once a year. I love the look of Thai women." "The sex trade is big business ... lots of children." "I like them older." "How old? Maybe old enough to relate to you and not just have sex." She laughs. "A rare man, I think." She rubs her chin in thought for a moment. "I have a few locals that are asking for amputations 'and' want to meet a man from overseas. Will you be here for long?" "It could be." I hand her a business card. "That's my cell phone. I'm staying at the Manor House Hotel." "Yes, nice establishment. Give me a day ... maybe less. I'll call." Just as I walk out of her office, she says, "How about a missing arm?" I look back and think for a moment. "Maybe, though I prefer a single missing leg." "An arm and a leg?" "That could be okay, but still, a single missing leg would be the ideal for me." I walk along the sidewalk in front of the hospital paying attention to everyone. All seem to have a full set of limbs. The women, mostly native, are stunningly beautiful and most have wedding rings on their fingers. A few give me a huge smile anyway and I let a fantasy drift though my mind of them in bed with me. An older European man with a shaggy mustache in jeans and sleeveless t-shirt and a young Asian woman in white cotton slacks and a bright red blouse, walk towards me. He's missing most of an arm and she holds his remaining hand. It is impossible to tell what happened to the arm; maybe he went to Leslie. I continue to watch. As they pass first, he smiles, and then she does. I look back and notice she has a slight limp, perhaps a prosthetic leg I tell myself, and then continue my walk. \- The taxi lets me out in front of the hotel and I pause trying to decide if I should walk a few blocks to the bar where I met Nom. I already feel as if I could use another quick orgasm and some good kissing. She was good for that. I take a few steps in that direction. A young woman catches my attention and offers me affection, which I reject. I turn back and go inside the hotel alone. The phone begins ringing just as the room door closes behind me. "Jake, it's Leslie. I think I might have found someone. Would twenty-six be too young?" I hear a soft snicker. "Hardly. I'm only thirty-three." I laugh. "I'd forgotten about Malee ... her father and mother were local. They died last year. Malee had her left leg off near the hip. She's short, slender, and 'very' pretty. She teaches school." "How about social life?" "Fiance dumped her because of the amputation. She's anxious to have someone in her life." "Really?" "She sounded horny, if you ask me." She snickers. "Wow." "Yeah, for sure. She even gets my blood boiling. So if you'd like to meet her, I could have her call you." "Perfect. When?" "Oh, the next half hour." I hang up and images of the woman with one crutch and one leg flood my mind. The smoldering fire rages as I pace the room wondering what Leslie is lining up for me and what will happen. 'Horny', she had actually said. "My god-d," I drawled aloud, still pacing, but not as quickly. \- The phone is ringing as I step from the shower and I almost slip on the wet bathroom floor in a hurried attempt to answer. "Hello?" I nearly scream as I recover my balance, naked and draining water on the carpet. I had enough presence of mind to drag a towel off the rack and it dangles from my hand. "Jake?" the female voice asks. "Did I catch you at a bad time?" "No. Just getting out of the shower and almost killed myself." I laugh. "Yeah, I've done that a few times since I had my leg off." "You much be Malee." "Yup, the one and only. Leslie had some nice things to say about you. We should meet." I swab the thick white towel over my body and around my raging erection as I listen to her sensual voice. 'Meet, hell-l yeah-h,' I yell to myself and pump my fist. "Listen Jake, I have a few things to do, but maybe we can meet in an hour. Your hotel is not far from where I'm going." "Perfect. I just hope I can wait that long." I chuckle. "Well with that enthusiasm, you sound like the perfect man for me. I'll change into a shorter skirt. How's that sound?" I mumble something and consider it is just as well that she probably didn't understand. "Wow," I finally manage to say. "Give me a jingle when you get here." "Uh-huh, How about if I just give you a hard-on." She laughs and hangs up before I can say anything else. A few spontaneous streams of come land on my foot then thigh as I hang the phone up. "Shit," I groan then stumble back into the bathroom to shower again. \- I'm dressed in khaki trousers and a white short-sleeved shirt long before the phone rings. A trail has formed in the carpet from my anxiously pacing back and forth. I grab the phone and take a deep breath before speaking, then a second, before saying anything. I listen to her voice for a moment then I suggest she come up to the room and she agrees. There is a knock on the door and I jerk it open before her knuckles rap a second time. "Oh my-y god-d," I drawl as I take in the beautiful woman with black hair and no makeup standing before me. She needs none. She's a little over five-feet tall. Slim, with breasts that provide shape to her chest hidden by a loose fitting black sleeveless blouse. The white pleated skirt dangles just past her rounded hips, yet show none of her stump. The nicely shaped leg ends with a black high-heal shoe, something I find sexy on women with one leg. "Come in, please," I beg. "Jake, baby-y," she coos as she stretches to reach my lips. I bend and we finally kiss. I move to stand back up and she continues the kiss, letting it deepen, tempting me to just lift her higher. Her hand rubs across my chest, the fingers slipping between the buttons of my shirt. "Leslie said something about handsome, she was so-o right ... a real understatement. Probably was a waste to wear my panties." She snickers then moves gracefully into the middle of the room. "I guess we were both misled." I chuckle. "There's hardly an adequate way to describe how beautiful you truly are." "Thank you Jake. You're sweet to say that." We stand in silence, just looking at each other for a long moment. She pulls her lower lip suggestively between her teeth and holds it there for a second. "How long have you been interested in amputees?" she asks finally. "Have a seat," I suggest as I point at the loveseat in the small sitting area of the room. "Can I get you something to drink?" I move towards the mini-bar. "Whiskey, if you have any," she replies as she sits with a small flourish of her skirt leaving even more of her leg exposed. A patch of white fabric caresses between her thighs and a hint of stump peaks out. She stretches the lone leg out, rolling the foot about a few times. I hand her the glass and hold mine as I sit next to her. "Forever," I finally answer her question about my interest in amputees. "A woman down the street when I was young had one leg. Eventually, she was my first lover." "Ever know anyone like me, someone that 'wanted' to be an amputee?" I watch her sip the drink and mentally undress her. I sip a little. "No, no I haven't. I understand Leslie does that kind of surgery." "Yes and more often than I would have thought ... and for all kinds of reasons. I wanted it for myself. Cost me a near-marriage. He had offered to take care of me after my parents died. He was good to me and I trusted him. I told him one night after a particularly great fuck about my plans for my leg and he vanished in a few hours." "I wouldn't do that." "Fuck or leave?" She teasingly asks. I gulp the rest of my drink, almost choking in the process. "Leave." I smile then take her half empty glass and put it on the table next to mine. "Heavens, are you about to take advantage of a poor cripple?" She says with a huge smile. "I hope." I lean closer and cover her mouth with mine then feel her tongue push between my lips. My hand feels a naked breast hiding just beneath the blouse, the nipple quickly hardening. Before I have a chance to feel under her skirt or anywhere, she's pulling at my belt buckle and unzipping my pants. "Do you know how long it's been?" She groans into my mouth. Her hand is quickly inside my boxers with fingers wrapping around my shaft. "Good size." My hand finally slides under the near non-existent skirt and finds her stump to be only a few inches long, just a small mound of flesh next to thong panties. I fondle for a moment. "Great stump," I say without removing my lips from hers. I quickly kiss down her chest as I push the blouse upward. Nipples still call to me and I answer with them each. I feel the soft mounds as I suckle here and there to sounds of deep breaths. I leave them begging as I continue my journey along wonderful skin. The skirt provides no resistance as it gives way to all below. My lips roam over the fabric of the thong for a while as I enjoy her fragrance and my hand fondles the stump so near. Together, our fingers rip at the waistband of the thong and feel it pull past my mouth and part way down her thigh. "Will you kiss my pussy?" she quizzes just as I drag my tongue though her wet slit the first time. "Oh Jake-e," she moans as her leg stretches to the side giving me more room to devour her. "No guy has wanted to do that to me." "Fools," I mumble into her opening while my hands cup her hips and feel their warmth. Her crotch wiggles and moves over my face as my lips pry her clit from its hood and pull the bud between them. A finger pushes between lips into wet darkness. A second quickly joins. Fingertips find great places to touch and rub. "Baby-y," she roars. I roll her bud between my lips tightly gripping it as my fingers tend to other begging places they already have found. My mouth moves around my fingers nibbling folds of skin swelling with excitement. "Oh-h yeah-h ... oh-h yeah-h," she joyously moans. "You're a winner ... suck me-e." She begins pulling at the blouse and soon it joins the other garments on the floor. My knees sore from the carpet, I stand and pull at her hand. She hops besides me, breasts swaying with each, until we fall beside each other on the bed with mouths locked in mortal combat with tongues lashing at each other. She rolls atop me, teasingly toying her slit against my cock, her nipples graze mine. Her eyes pierce my soul as she watches me, waiting for me to beg her to take me all the way. Her slit eats the head for a moment. "Nice, isn't it?" she quizzes, knowing the answer without need for a reply. My tongue swipes my lip hoping to moisten the dryness away. I gasp a few times as she releases the bite and take another. She could do this for the rest of the day, or my life. I feel the way her hips lightly touch my thighs as she rocks up and back, never taking much of me inside her. She pins my hands to the bed next to my head so I can't touch. I want her nipples as they scream into my face, swaying close but never enough to grab with my lips. My tongue swats at one and misses. She snickers enjoying the tease. Just as I think I can't take anymore, just as I almost come, her slit pulls away. I find her on her back and me on top, her lone foot rising then falling against my lower back. It pulls me inside. The wetness surrounds all that wants to be there. I struggle not to race. Her voice coos something and I understand she is struggling too, but wishes to take her time. I savor the near lack of anything against my thigh on her left as I had savored the taste of where I now slide. She nibbles at her lower lip and her eyelids flutter softly as a finger drags along my face. "Don't ever stop," she whispers, her foot still against me, moving with each stroke of me inside. \- Her stump rests against my face. The rolling of my cock head in her mouth wakes me from a quick nap after a perfect fuck. I ponder if it was as perfect as her fiance's fuck before her explanation about the pending demise of her leg. I let her continue for a while as I attempt to control my breathing, which threatens to turn into gasps from the excitement. "Hey babe," she coos as it falls from her lips. "Did you know you're the first?" "What?" "To eat my pussy and make me come that way. Congratulations." She snickers. "I'd like to do that again." "Can't right now, got to go, but maybe we can later tonight?" "That's a long time from now." I groan. "Sorry," she says as she dresses. "Maybe it'll be worth the wait." She snickers and picks up the crutches. I watch as she moves towards the door, the flip of her skirt teasing my eyes with each step. I glance at the thong still on the bed and hold it to my face with both hands then inhale deeply. She smiles. "When? We can have dinner ... right?" Still undressed but holding the thong limply from a finger, I stand and follow my erection toward her. "Jake, your cock...." She moves a few steps and kneels in front, crutches on the floor, taking me between her lips. Holding onto one of my legs with a single hand, she takes several inches into her mouth a few times tightening her lips all the while. My hand rests on her head, fingers playing in her hair. "Arrg-g," I groan as the streams of come blast into her mouth. I listen to her gulp with each new one and she milks me nicely. She stands and wipes a hand over her lips a few times. "Will that hold you for a while?" She drags ten fingernails down my chest leaving small marks. "Huh?" She calmly takes the thong and pushes it into the brown leather bag slung around her neck past a shoulder and dangling along one side by her hip. Again, she approaches the door and with her hand on the doorknob, whispers over her shoulder, lips puckered nicely, "Six. Bye." Then she is gone. \- The shower feels good, though the humidity will ruin the feeling soon. As I sit on the bed to dress, I hold the pillow against my face and smell her fragrance while reliving the pleasurable, but far too short, time with her. I leave the hotel and walk for several blocks, watching the women, some more lovely than others as I make my way back to where I met Nom. "Whiskey!" I call to the barkeeper over the noise of the crowd, a different one from before, dressed in a dark sleeveless dress. She smiles in acknowledgement. As she turns to grab a glass and pour me a drink, I notice her left arm is off several inches below the shoulder. I study the stump then let my eyes wander over the rest of her finding an attractive woman, younger than me, short with dark skin. A name badge pinned just above a breast reads 'Ming'. The money is already on the bar when she puts the glass down. I smile at her for a moment. "Nice look," I say as my eyes focus on the stump. "Yeah? I don't get that response often." She glances around to see if anyone is ready for a refill, then leans against the bar facing me, the hand just resting on the dark wood. "You're new here." The fingers drum the wood a few times then fall flat again. "Uh-huh. Business ... and as much pleasure as possible." I chuckle as I look her over again and notice a wedding band on the ring finger of her right hand. I feel a let down wash over me. My eyes drill deep into the exposed cleavage between perfect mounds of breasts. "What happened?" I boldly ask, knowing there is nothing to lose. "My husband is into missing arms. A wedding gift to him." She laughs as she waves the stump around a few times before clutching it between her fingers. She rubs as I stare. "He must be fucking special." I chug part of the drink and put it down a little hard. "Hey, it's Bangkok. Anything can be had for money." "Yeah, you?" I ask in a slightly gruff tone. "No," she tersely replies and watches my face for a moment. "Have you seen Nom? She's going to have her leg off someday, so she says." I chug the rest of the drink and hold the glass up as if to suggest I want another. "Uh-huh. We talked this morning ... quite a woman." "Big boobs." She laughs as she pours more whiskey into the glass. "Some guys like that." She laughs again. "We don't get many in here that want a woman missing a limb. I know a few like me." She pushes the refilled glass towards me. "Really? Tell me." "If you're into whores...." She pauses to gauge my reaction and sees me nod and shrug my shoulders. "I know one missing both legs way up high." I bulge hard against my trousers as I watch her and listen to what she's saying. "How high?" I quiz after I take a sip in hopes of calming down. I don't. I chug the rest and push the empty towards her to refill. The lone hand reaches for a bottle and pours. I watch with fascination. "One leg at the hip, the other four or five inches long. Does that sound interesting?" "What does she look like?" "Dark skin kid." She reaches under the counter and pulls out several pictures. "I try to line up business for her." She spreads the pictures out. I look for just a second and find a girl in suggestive poses. I struggle with my morals for another moment and push them back. "Way too young." "She'll give you the time of your life," Ming says as she scoops the pictures up with her only hand. One picture falls back onto the bar, a different woman, Ming's age, missing an arm and a leg. She catches me looking and letting my finger rub over the worn surface of the glossy and wrinkled photograph. "Does that interest you? It's my husband's sister." "Oh-h," I drawl, sounding disappointed. "She fucks real good." She chuckles. "Mostly with him." "Your husband?" I ask. "Yeah-h man, crazy sex. I love to watch ... sometimes I join in. She's not available." A customer yells asking for a refill, and she lets the picture drop under the bar. I grunt aloud then finish the drink in a single gulp. \- Three drinks and an hour of talking to Ming, the one-arm barkeeper, leave me horny like the anticipation of the first visit of Malee. The booze doesn't help either. The room air conditioner groans as it struggles to make a difference and I mop my brow with a towel. The cool shower helps some and I dry off with one of the towels from before. The day is long and I feel the need for a short nap. When I awake, the message light is blinking. I rub my eyes and try to focus on the clock. "Eleven. Shit!" I curse aloud in the darkness of the room. At the front desk, the woman casually hands me an envelope with my name and I rip it open. There's an erotic picture of Malee massaging another woman's stump. I unfold a piece of paper and read. "Jake, was here at six with her. Thought you'd enjoy both of us. Sorry. Malee." I groan and shove it all into my pocket. I jerk it back and reread. There is no number and she called before so don't have her number. I mumble something as I stuff it back in my pocket. "Everything okay?" the woman asks. "I fucked up in a big way. Yeah, it'll be okay." "The one missing a leg? She was cute. So was the one with her." "Yeah-h?" She returns to whatever she was doing as I walk out into the hot night air and in the opposite direction from what would have taken me to the bar where I met Nom and then Ming, the one with a sister in-law missing an arm and leg, something I keep thinking about as I walk. I dodge a few people and watch men with arms around short lovely Thai women knowing they will be having a good evening for a small amount of money. \- The strip club is loud and filled with people and smoke as I muscle my way to the bar. "Whiskey!" I shout. The burly bald man with tattoos and a black leather vest behind the bar nods and pours my drink. He grunts as I swap some money for the glass and look around. A small stage in one corner has a nude dancer hanging onto a pole shaking her hips at some guy shoving bills in her direction. Other men just toss money on the stage. I get closer and watch for a few minutes. She's Thai - short with nice body. A woman I wouldn't reject even with a full set of limbs. She notices me and gyrates in front of me thrusting her shaved mound in my direction and parting the folds of pink skin for me to see as she makes suggestive motions with her tongue. I grin, but do nothing other than sip my watered down drink. A second woman comes on and exchanges place with her. I check her out - not Asian, a little taller, dark brown, nice breasts, slender with nice curves, bare feet and just as naked as the other woman is. She makes her first twirl around the pole and I see she is missing all of her right arm. Just the rounded shoulder remains. The other men boo and hiss as they each see the same thing, then walk away one by one. I toss a ten on the stage and hold my glass up in a mock toast. She spins around the pole a few times and drives one leg up along it. Some man yells a rude remark and tosses a quarter on the stage. It twirls like her then falls flat. I throw another ten on the old wooden stage that looks like a million girls have danced there. I am the last man watching and she gruffly grabs the two tens, leaves the quarter, and then steps from the stage beside me. A new woman struts out from the back then takes her place at the pole. Her hand reaches for my drink. "Can I?" she quizzes in a surprisingly sensual voice with a touch of a French accent. She takes a sip and hands it back to me. "Thanks, want to sit?" She struts to a table by the wall and sits, putting the money slightly to one side. I take a seat across from her, sip, and then put the glass in the middle of the table. "We can share," I say as I more closely look at her. Her foot now rests between my thighs, massaging a raging erection. "I'm Eva." She grins leaving her face even lovelier. "Assholes," she groans, her eyes glancing back towards where the rude customer had been. "I'm Jake. Been dancing long?" "A while. Max, the owner and bartender, tries to work in an amputee every now and then. It's better during the day. At night, guys just want to see tits and pussy." She sips the shared drink. I continue to look at the dark-skinned woman, wearing nothing, sitting across from me. It feels strange to be in the company of a naked woman in a bar, but this one is pretty and missing an arm. I look closely at the shoulder without an arm and begin to realize how nice it appears. "Had that very long?" I ask as I take her lone hand in mine and rub her fingers gently. "A while," she replies and rolls the armless shoulder a few times. Her foot continues to massage my crotch and I wonder if I will be able to control the reaction to the foot and the shoulder. "I came from Africa a year ago ... stabbed my husband after he let his brother rape me while watching." "I take it he's okay." I give a nervous chuckle. "Hardly ... dead fucker is what he is. I escaped with few clothes and a small amount of money. Made it to Bangkok ... good place to hide from your past." As I listen, I find my erection waning slightly even though her foot continues to rub. "I'd been here a month when I met another woman like this." She looks at her shoulder and shrugs the armless object. "She'd found a doc to amputate ... something she had wanted done." "And you 'just' thought it looked nice?" Maybe my tone is a little flip, but I've said it and I can't stuff the words back in my mouth. "Maybe you won't understand." She sips the last of the drink and I flag a server down. "Two whiskeys. Jack Daniel's if you have any." The scantly clad Asian woman nods and walks away. "Good. If you don't ask, they use cheap ass liquor and water it down," she says as she gives her shoulder a rub. "Growing up, there were many people in my village that lost arms because the government didn't like us. It didn't happen to me, but I did find a curious erotic quality to the way a person looked with one arm. When I met this woman and learned it was something I could have done, I did it a few weeks later. No big deal." I look at her for a long moment as she again rubs the shoulder. "I think you look lovely that way." "Thank you." I come to Bangkok once a year for business and pleasure. This time I have noticed quite a few amputee women. Two I've spoken with and they told me about a doc ... Leslie." Eva nods a few times and sips from the new glass just put on the table. "She's a darling, a real angel." She takes my hand and holds it, her fingers still damp from the glass. "So, do you like to look at amputees?" She grins and moves the shoulder. "Yeah. I'm still a bit overwhelmed having a beautiful naked woman across from me, rubbing her foot against me." I snicker. "I don't go home with customers. Usually they're just assholes. For some reason, I have a good feeling about you. Maybe I could make an exception." She drags her tongue over her lower lip then sucks the lip suggestively between her teeth. "If you'd like, that is." She chugs the rest of the drink. "Really?" My erection returns full force and I forget all about her dead husband. "I'd love to." "Let me dress and I'll meet you out front." "I hope I will recognize you with clothes." I laugh and finish my drink while watching her naked hips sway with each step. I lean against the front of the building thinking about Eva and her missing arm, how nice it looks, how nice she looks. I drift in my thoughts of Ming and the pictures she showed me. It becomes a picture book as I flash on all the women I've seen today beginning with the one with one crutch and one leg. I ignore a few female voices that proposition me. "Hey baby," Eva coos then pecks at my lips. I open my eyes and notices she is wearing a sleeveless tan dress that ends just above the knees and leaves a healthy amount of cleavage showing. She is slightly taller because of the black high-heal shoes rather than being barefooted. "Wow," I say and let my hand rest on her waist for a moment before pulling her closer. Our lips meet and stay together for a while as our tongues play in the other's mouth. I let my hand hold her armless shoulder and she doesn't complain. "I'm staying at a hotel nearby, the Manor House Hotel," I say as the kiss ends. "I've seen it from the outside. It looks like a great place to stay." I give the armless shoulder a quick peck. "I think it will get a lot nicer in a few minutes." I chuckle then pull on her hand. I keep her hand in mine as we walk beside each other, the hands occasionally swinging between us like new lovers out for a stroll. I look down at the high-heal shoes and wish there was only one. "Penny for your thoughts," she teases then pecks a kiss on my neck. "Just thinking how lucky I was to have met you tonight." "You're sweet, Jake." We walk a few more steps in silence. "I saw you looking at my feet. Were you wishing one of them was gone?" I let my eyes drift upward to her face and nod. "I don't know many others like me ... you know, wanted to be missing something. Most that I do know are missing a leg." "I think we're going to have a nice time tonight." "Me too. I like you Jake. You seem to understand. At least you 'like' amputees." The woman at the front desk that gave me the envelope with the picture of Malee looks up as we walk by. I catch her smile as she watches us, probably wondering what I see in women with amputations. I click the lock shut on the door as I watch Eva remove her dress easily with her lone hand. She is naked other than her high-heal shoes. "Do you realize what those shoes are doing to me? I love high-heal shoes." "Darling," she coos as she walks towards me and puts her single hand on my chest then leans forwards just enough to kiss me for a moment. She twists slightly, pressing the armless shoulder against my lips, and rubs the dark chocolate skin around. She moans in orgasmic bliss and continues rubbing. My hand cups a breast and fondles it fully feeling the way her nipple and the skin around it form a pleasant mound of its own against my palm. I would love to kiss her lips, but I am enjoying the feel of the stump against my mouth even more. "You know your way around a stump," she teases as she pulls it away. "There're other parts I know a lot more about." I pull against the small of her back and let my lips ravage her mouth while the other hand cups over her mound with fingers feeling inside. "I'll keep my shoes on for you," she coos. I hear only moans of pleasure flowing from her mouth as she rides my hand, her hips dancing. She pulls at my belt and unfastens my trousers then quickly unzips them. Her hand worms inside my boxers and grabs at my erection. "Shame to hide this," she tells me then pushes against the waistband enough to expose it and my hips. The hand again holding my shaft pulls me towards the bed. I follow willingly. My fingers, damp from inside her, drag between my lips, as I taste. "Hmmm." "What, darling?" she quizzes. "You have so many fine parts to your body, I don't know where to start." She laughs as she sits letting the shoes remain on her feet, and turns towards me with fingers parting her folds of skin showing me wet pink skin. "How about with my-y pussy?" She snickers and spreads her legs wide. I lap her wetness repeatedly often paying attention to her clit with both my tongue and lips. Fingers play deep inside - fucking and rubbing everywhere. "Oh-h baby-y, baby-y" she moans in punctuated gasps loud enough I hear her, and with each word, thrusts against my hand. "Oh-h, yeah-h," she roars. "I'd forgotten how good-d...." She thrust hard almost driving my face away then begins a series of low moans without words. Her hand musses with my hair and I catch a glimpse of the armless shoulder waving around. "Jake, baby-y," she moans as her channel squeezes tighter. "God-d ... oh-h, oh-h." Then the climax seems to fade as quickly as it started and she falls limp on the sheet. "My, my. Not that I've been with many men, but none have given me such a wonderful one so-o quickly." She relaxes for a moment. "Honey-y, darling. Just think if one of my legs was completely off." I slip up along side her so our lips are together. She curls her fingers around my shaft and lightly strokes me while pecking kisses over my lips. The shoes heal drags along my thigh. "I want to suck this," she whispers as she kisses my ear. "First, I just want to kiss some. I want to taste myself on your lips ... your tongue." My hand cups the shoulder and feels the scars as we kiss deeply. "That feels so nice," she assures me as she rolls the shoulder in my grip. I let the kiss end and look at her brown eyes and kissable lips. "Did you ever want to leave more?" A fingertip drags across the shoulder. "I thought about it ... hand, forearm, just above the elbow, higher but not all the way off. How much would you have liked me to leave?" "It's sexy just this way." I kiss it a few times between strokes of my fingertips over the scars. "Hmmm, you are gentle," she says as she pushes the stump against my hand and rubs firmly. "You won't break it." She chuckles. We play with different parts of each other for a while without trying to overly excite. Her nipples seem to enjoy the attention and I have fun with her breasts. "Twice, you've mentioned something about your leg," I say without really asking a question. "I've seen several around using one crutch. I like the look." "If it is what you want...." "Maybe more of a fantasy. I don't know. I just saw you looking at my feet when we were walking. I got the feeling you were more of a missing leg kind of guy." "I'm having a wonderful time with you." "Yeah, I bet you didn't expect to find a black girl in your bed." "At least not one missing all of her arm." I laugh and give her a playful swat on the thigh. "You wanted an Asian woman, didn't you ... missing most of one leg? I understand. Can I just spend the night with you? We'll have some great sex." "What if we want more after we wake up?" "I like the sound of that, white man." She laughs. \- The sun is up long before we finish taking each other in every way. We make our way to the large shower. The refreshing water pours over us as we take turns standing under the showerhead. She holds the washcloth up as if to ask me to wash her. "It'll be nice to have someone with both hands," she teases as she turns her back to me. I rub the soap against the washcloth then begin lathering her lovely skin. She juts her hips out slightly as I finish the small of her back. "Nice ass," I say letting the cloth slide over them and though the crevasse between them. "And if both legs were gone, leaving to nicely rounded hips ... would that give you a hard-on?" She snickers. "Man-n, you have a nice cock." She reaches behind her and finds my erection. "Does this 'ever' get soft?" She laughs. "Not with talk about your legs." "Honey, baby-y." She wiggles her hips and I slip my hands over the lathered black skin of her bottom until the suds are gone then I let my fingers reach between her thighs a rub her mound. She press hips against me, driving my erection inside her pussy as she leans forward. "Fuck mama-a," she coos, wiggling again to get the last of me inside her. My balls slap with each furious thrust. "Great cunt," I groan as I grip her hips with both hands. "Without legs, I might never give you a rest." I drive even harder the next time. "Fuck my legless hips, fuck me-e all the time." The water begins to run cool as we stave off our orgasms for as long as possible. I twist at the knob for the hot water and it begins to warm. My hands slip from her hips around until they are over her mound. One continues to play while the other searches for her shoulder. "Love the sound of that," I tell her with my lips pressed against her back, still pounding at against her hips. \- Her bare feet spread slightly apart as I kneel to dry the lower portions of her body, having spent a considerable amount of time attending to the upper body already. "I could leave just a little thigh stump," she whispers. "Probably the left leg." Her voice is still quiet. I peck kisses up the dried legs and then nibble her clit. She pulls my face against her mound and rubs my lips over the sweet tasting opening for a while. "Nah. It's all a fantasy. Probably just like you being with a one-armed black girl." She steps back with a frustrated grunt and I stand with my hands against her waist. "What brought that on?" I quiz. "Just being realistic, I guess." She walks past and picks up her dress. "I had a nice time." She slips it over her head and adjusts it as the fabric finishes moving along her body. Her feet wiggle into the shoes and she looks towards me. "Do you want some breakfast?" I ask. "I work this morning." She glances at the clock. "I have a little time." She sits in the overstuffed chair by the bed and watches me dress without saying anything. Her hand rubs the shoulder some then slips under the dress and plays. I stand and buckle my belt, my eyes glued to doing whatever she is doing. "Just finger fucking," she says then stands. She takes a few steps in my direction and lets her hand drag down my chest. "You keep me aroused." She snickers then pecks a small kiss on my lips, not letting me return the kiss. "I'd love to wake up with you every morning." She pecks another kiss and I feel under the dress. "There's a place kind of next door I've eaten at." As the hotel door closes behind us and the humidity quickly makes us as wet as if we'd just stepped from the shower, Malee stops us. She's wearing a similar outfit from yesterday, a very short skirt, but a tight blouse outlining the contours of her breasts and nipples. "We'll, is this what kept us apart last night?" Malee quickly surveys Eva, spending a little extra time looking at the shoulder. "Jake, you have excellent tastes. I completely approve." I make the introductions and explain how I overslept yesterday. "Come have breakfast with us," Eva says while looking at Malee. "I take it, you're like that for the same reason I'm like this." She wiggles the shoulder. "Probably we both saw Leslie." I move towards the door of the restaurant and they follow. The hostess gives a pleasant sigh as she picks up three menus and leads us to a booth. I ask for coffee and the women make an agreeable nod letting her know they wish coffee too. Malee sits on the outside of the seat next to Eva's right side. "How long is your stump?" Eva asks. "I've often thought about having a leg off at the hip." "Nearly all of it, right Jake?" Malee grins at me. Eva flashes her a look then smiles, as she understands I have been with Malee. "He's good, isn't he?" "Uh-huh-h," she drawls as her gaze drifts from me to her. "But I didn't have enough time." She heaves a deep sigh. "I do have a thing for women missing parts ... just in case you might." She snickers. The conversation pauses long enough to order and the waitress to leave. "Didn't know that, did ya, Jake." She takes Eva's hand and holds it tenderly. "Hmmm," I mumble as I watch them cuddle a little closer. Malee drags a fingertip over the armless shoulder. "How long?" "Nearly a year. And you?" "Six months. I was about to marry a guy I'd been seeing for some time. One night I told him about my 'thing' to have one leg. He left." "Shit," Eva groans. "Most guys just after the perfect body." She shakes her head a few times. "I dumped my husband, literally, after he let his brother rape me. I ended up here and soon found Leslie and finished a dream." She pats her shoulder. "How'd you meet Jake?" Malee asks. The waitress interrupts to put the plates on the table and refill the cups. She asks if we need anything and then leaves. "I dance at a bar. Max, the owner, gives women like us a chance to make money. Thinks he's doing us a 'favor' since we 'can't' do anything 'else'." She shakes salt and then pepper on her scrambled eggs. "Jake came in late just before my last turn on the stage." "I'd love to see you dance," Malee says as she chews a bite. "Bet you're hot, naked and all." She eats another bite and lets her eyes suggestively look over Eva, lingering on the shoulder again. "You and Jake would be about the only ones then." She groans then takes another sip of coffee. "What do you do?" "Teach high school. Mostly English and math." "Brainy woman. I finished high school. Most don't even do that where I come from. I was going to teach. How do the kids handle you with one leg?" "Some of the boys get boners." She laughs. "I imagine they whack off at night thinking about me." "Some grown men probably do that over me," Eva says then chuckles. "Jake, let's go see Eva dance." She turns towards Eva. "When's your next time?" Eva looks around the restaurant in search of a clock and finds one. "In about half an hour." "Can we?" She again asks me. I consider how nicely they are getting along with each other. There seems to be no anger towards me. An image of the three of us in bed flashes though my mind as the waitress leaves the check on the table. I cover it with money before she has a chance to leave then give it a wave as if to say she can keep the rest for a tip. \- The early lunch crowd in the strip bar is different from the night before, mostly businessmen in suits. Malee and I order drinks at the bar before finding a table. Eva goes in though a door on the alley in the back. On stage is a European woman, pretty, naked, and missing both legs completely, crawling around, rolling on her back, and spreading her pussy wide with two fingers. One man in a suit is tossing fistfuls of paper money on the stage and whistling loudly throughout her performance. "Fantastic!" the man yells as she collects the money scattered around then crawls to the back of the stage. "The best!" the man yells just before the woman rolls out of sight in a wheelchair. He looks around about the time we sit at a table up front by the stage. "Did you catch that? Wish they had strippers like her back home." Without even seeming to noticing Malee's missing leg, he stands and walks outside. "Guess he likes legless women," Malee quips before taking the first sip of her drink. "I got the impression that Eva might want to be like that. You know, without 'any' stumps." "Really? Makes my panties damp ... if I had any on." She chuckles. "What else don't I know about you?" I watch her nipples press against the blouse with the next breath. "Let's see...." I rub my chin in mock thought then I snicker. Eva struts onto the stage wearing just the high-heal shoes from before. This time she does nothing to hide the missing arm as she had initially done last night. A few men whoop and holler. Malee claps her hands loudly and whistles. "Yeah babe!" she shouts. Eva grabs the pole, spins around a few times, and then grinds against it letting her hips freely dance. She leans back and her hair nearly touches the floor as one leg rides upward along the pole. "Great boobs!" Malee yells. "Nice ass too!" I am having as much fun watching her reaction as I am watching Eva. I sip my drink and take turns looking at each woman, all the while realizing how attracted I am to Malee. I applaud often, but not as much or as loud as Malee. "Strut your stuff darling!" Malee yells. I glance around and notice she is about the only person so involved in the performance. I chuckle to myself. Eva takes a big bow with a flourish of her single arm then walks off stage. I take Malee's hand in mine as I look deep into her eyes. "God, you are wonderful," I tell her. "More than Eva?" she asks as she sit back up from kissing me. "Would that be so bad?" I quiz staring into her gaze. "Hardly, but I was ready to think the three of us would be one big family." "Oh-h, okay-y." I squeeze her hand and smile at her. "No complaints from me." "You're sweet to say that, but...." "Hey, why so serious?" Eva says as she sits at the table. She's dressed against in the same clothes from earlier. "You were fantastic up there. I wish I could be so free." Malee shifts in the chair and takes Eva's hand softly in hers. She repositions her hand and lets her fingers intertwine with Eva's fingers. "What?" she begs. "I find you very exciting. I don't know how you feel about being with another woman...." Malee withdraws her hand and glances between Eva and me. "Wow, I don't know how to answer that," Eva replies as she looks at me. "I've been mostly a straight woman." "Mostly?" I question. "Uh-huh. Like last night with you. That was great. If I never found anything better, I'd be a happy woman." She sips from my glass then puts it down in front of me. "The woman with one arm that I met after getting here, the one that introduced me to Leslie, we spent some 'quality' time together." Malee takes her hand again then pulls my hand so all three are together. "I enjoyed Jake the other afternoon ... a lot. I can't deny that I did. I like the feel of a woman's body against me too. That is, if it is missing a limb or two." She snickers. "Or more." I listen and know I am about to bust out the zipper in my trousers as Eva pecks a kiss on Malee's lips that seems ready to become a longer one. "Ah...." I mumble. The still hold hands as they turn towards me and smile. "Yeah, Jake," Malee begins. "I'm assuming you are part of this, the three of us, if you want. That's what I want." She glances at Eva then takes a sip. "For sure," Eva says, grabbing my glass again. "That'd be the best of both worlds." \- I hold Eva's hand as we walk towards the hotel, each of us watching Malee just in front of us. A hot breeze catches the short skirt and flips it up revealing what we both seem to enjoy, what we both seem to desire. "Nice ass," Eva coos just loud enough for her to hear. "Afternoon, Jake," the woman at the front desk of the hotel says as we pass. By now, she has seen me with each woman individually and now with both. She was the one that handed me the fateful envelope. "Have a pleasant time," she offers as she watches the three of us walk towards the elevator. I am in a dream as the room door closes behind us and I twist the lock. When I turn towards the bed, they are already undressed with lips welded in perpetual kiss. Hands quickly explore everywhere as new lovers do. Eva moves so they can both enjoy the delights between the other's thighs, her hand fondles Malee's stump as her tongue digs deep between the wet folds of skin. "Oh god-d," Malee roars as the tongue roams around her clit and lips nibble the erect bud. "Oh, oh, yeah-h ... darling." I finish undressing and sit in the overstuffed chair near the bed. My hand holds my erection for a moment before slowly jacking. I make no effort to come, just provide a little distraction while I watch the women. "Ah-h," Malee repeats quickly as Eva's fingers fly in and out. "Come for me," Eva begs between pecks around the pussy lips, avoiding her rapidly moving fingers. "Yeah, like that," she coos as she feels the contractions and quivers ravage her partners body. "Good girl. Yeah." Eva looks at me as she plays with her arm stump in a suggestive manner. "Jake, baby. You should be with us. Let us take care of that." She looks at my erection, as she grows quiet. \- The shower water streams over the three of us as we take turns washing one another. I stand behind Eva and peck a few kisses along her neck while my hand plays with her shoulder, fingers feeling the scars. My erection bangs against the crevasse of her ass and she reaches behind and takes it in her wet hand. "Let me," Malee begs as she swats the hand away. "Guess I'll just have to play with your pussy," Eva teases. "Damn-n straight." The water turns cool for the third time even after I adjust the knob. Malee reaches over with a groan and turns the water off. "Fun while it lasted," she whispers. We dry each other off and sprawl on the bed. Sometimes we kiss; others we just fondle body parts. "This is too good to ever end," I say. "Does it have too? Eva quizzes as she nuzzles her armless shoulder against my lips. "How long will you be here?" "Jake, how long?" Malee begs between pecks at my cock head. "We could take turns giving you blow jobs." She snickers then playfully takes the head between her lips. "Think of all the pussy you could munch on ... whenever you feel a need," Eva says as she fondles Malee's stump. I sit up slightly and watch Malee tease my cock with her lips. "I'm here on business ... and pleasure. I love it here and offered to move. The company is in the hotel business and bought a resort along the coast. The remodeling to bring it up to our standards is almost complete." "Where, along the gulf?" I nod. "Pattaya ... I'll be the manager and will be going there next week to help supervise the final work and ready the place for opening of the Golden Sands Resort." "Can we come?" Malee begs. "I'd actually like that. What about your jobs?" "Not like I'm getting rich," Eva groans. "Will you live at the hotel?" Malee asks. "We could help find a place the three of us would like. I can teach anywhere." "Yeah, I don't have to dance. I was going to be a teacher ... once upon a time. I bet I could work someplace there." \- Sunday, we check into the Savoy Hotel near the empty hotel under renovation. The clerk spends more time looking at Eva and Malee than processing my registration. We hand him our passports and he returns them without even a glance. "The suite with one king bed overlooks the water, high enough so the noise of people on the beach won't bother you," he explains as he slides three cardkeys across the marble counter top. "Room eleven-fifteen, to the left out of the elevator." I can tell by the middle-aged man's expression that his mind is fluttering with the idea we'll all sleep in the same bed. "Thank you," I say as I take the cards and walk along side the two women with my hands resting lightly on the small of their backs. I hear a choking sound from the clerk but don't look back for fear I'll see a man struggling with a heart attack from a mind full of thoughts about us. I lock the room door as Eva pulls the drapes open to survey the view. "Wow! I've never seen anything so beautiful," she coos. "Other than the two of you naked on the bed," I tease as I stand behind Malee and kiss her neck. She looks up and rubs her cheek against me then twists in my arms. Her hands roam the insides of my thighs. "I could get very used to this," she whispers into my shirt. "Should we check out the beach?" I ask. "I don't have a swimsuit," Eva says. "Me either," Malee says. "We can't go naked, I guess." She snickers. "That's easy to resolve. I bet we can find something quite skimpy." I laugh. "What, a thong?" Malee asks. "You'd be a fox in something like that," Eva coos. A beachwear shop is in the hotel lobby near the exit to the pool area and we browse casually through the swimsuits. "Here's something for you Jake," Malee says as she holds the smallest possible thong and laughs. I pick up a black bikini and hold it against her. "How about this for you?" Eva brings a dark red one-piece suit, cut deep in the front and high from the leg holes, and holds it up. "I like this for me." She twists it around and shows us the small strap that would snake up her ass. "Do you think I'd give anyone a heart attack?" She chuckles. "What are you getting?" she asks me. I hold up a black pair of baggy swim trunks with short legs. "Something like this. I need to hide my ... you know how it gets around you two." I chuckle then take a quick peek around to see if anyone is listening. Walking across the lobby to the elevator on the way back to the room to change, I hear a man's voice calling my name. I glance around and the women stop beside me also looking. "Hey, Mike," I say with my hand out to shake his. I glance at Eva and Malee and introduce them. "He'll be working with me until the renovation is finished and the hotel is open." I look back at him and see a slightly shocked expression just as a woman stops beside him. "Ah, this is Emily, my wife." Mike makes the introductions. "When did you get here?" he asks me. "Last week ... spent some time in Bangkok." I smile as I take in Emily's appearance. She is attractive and tall, nicely shaped. Curly blond hair drapes her shoulders. I continue looking and guess her to be my age, probably ten years younger than Mike. "We've been here a month," Mike explains as he studies Malee and then Eva in mild confusion about why I would be with someone like them. I notice Emily also looking, but she seems interested in a different way. "We just bought some new swimwear, thought we'd check out the beach. Do you want to join us?" She says yes at the same time he says no. She looks hard at him then sweetly at Malee then back at him. "I'd like to." She glares at him. "Do whatever you want." The tone of her voice makes it seem there is a lot of tension in their relationship. She glares a moment longer then looks back at me. "I'll meet you at the bar." She points out the door by the swimwear shop. I catch a strange glance Mike gives Emily. We walk away and overhear a brief, but tense exchange. Just as the elevator door starts to close, Emily squeezes though the space leaving the four of us alone. "Forgive Mike. He can be a pain in the ass." "It's okay," Malee says. "I get that kind of reaction a lot. Some people just can't stand to look at someone like us." Her hand waves across her body before pointing at Eva who nods. "Believe you me, I 'sure' don't mind," Emily whispers just loud enough for all to hear. "Well, come with us and we'll have fun," Malee says to her. Emily slips her cardkey into the lock on the room two doors down the hall from ours. "Fancy that," she muses aloud as the lock makes the familiar clunking sound and the green light blinks. "Just knock on our door when you're ready," I suggest as I open our door. "What's that all about?" I ask as I near the bed and drop my new swim trunks on it. "Maybe she digs amputees." Eva laughs. "She's not so bad looking." She notices my glare. "Don't worry, I won't touch." She laughs again. Malee is adjusting her breasts in the small bikini top as someone knocks on the door. I finish tying the string in my trunks and open the door. Eva fidgets with the strap of fabric between her legs as Emily walks in wearing a revealing multi-colored bikini that nestles nicely over her mound and suspends firm but natural breasts. "Very, very nice," I say as I look at her a second time. She models and twists back and forth. "Nothing like your lady friends." She stands with her hip thrust to one side and a hand on it. A big grin covers her face. "Do you have a favorite between us?" Malee asks as she straightens the elastic of one leg hole. Her stump wavers as she pushes the crutches under her arms before moving closer to Emily. "I once had a friend missing a leg ... long before I met Mike. I had just finished college. She was quite pretty, like you." "Friend?" Eva asks. "Back then, they were called friends. Now I guess the term is 'partner' or lesbian lover. Maybe it was a phase I was going through, I don't know." She looks intently at Malee for a long moment and she nibbles on her lower lip. "Don't tell Mike what I've just told you." She glances at Malee again. "He doesn't know anything about Nancy. I often think about her." She wipes at an eye and sniffs. "I never told him about my feelings for women. He thinks I'm straight as an arrow. There is so much I never told him because he'd never understand." She sniffs again. Malee takes another step and rests a hand on Emily's arm. "We're all going to move here, live together, so we'll be around if you need to talk." "It sounds like we'll be here for a while ... the big project and all. Mike is just helping until after the opening. It's Jake's hotel to manage after that." The hand remains on her arm and then Emily covers it with her hand. "Thanks for suggesting we talk. I'd really like that." Malee gives Emily's lips a peck then steps away. Both women smile at each other in silence for a while. "Beach time," I say as I idly clap my hands once then rub them together picturing Emily in bed with the three of us. Even if just with Malee, it would be fun to watch. "There're towels for the beach down by the pool area," Emily says as she opens the door. \- Mike is sitting at the bar by the pool as we walk out the door. He swigs the beer from a bottle. "Hey Jake," he calls. "I'll catch up," I reluctantly tell the three women. I watch Emily's hips move in the small bikini bottom, mentally pulling the fabric off with my teeth and suckling all that is between her thighs. I turn back to Mike. "Get me one of those," I say as I settle on the stool next to him. My eyes dart back to the three women just as they disappear from sight. Mike holds his empty bottle up. "Two more," he says to the dark skinned woman in cutoff jeans and a bikini top that reveals most of her big breasts. I see him staring into the depths of her cleavage. "Man, oh man, nice ones on her," he tells me. She obviously hears and a bigger smile forms quickly. "Emily's a fine looking woman. How long you two been married?" "Three years, a while before too ... not like it was when we first met or just after the wedding." "Maybe being here will give things a spark, juice things up." He takes a glance at the woman's breasts again as she leans way down more than necessary to put the two bottles down and leaves. "Those two together? Eva and...." "Malee. There're with me. We're going to find a place together." "Lucky cocksucker." He sucks a huge swig of beer with the bottle straight up in the air. "Why?" "Eva's a dish. Even with one arm, I'd do her in a hot flash." He sucks more beer. "That skin. God-d, I love that chocolate skin. I dated a few like her, with two arms, back before Emily. I don't know what got into me when I fell for her." I look around at the bikini-clad woman lounging by the pool, most of them a ten-plus. "Emily's as exciting as all these," I say in a huff. "Geez Mike." "The other one with you. She's dreamy." "Malee." I almost spell it for him. "Huh?" I take another sip of beer and glance at the woman behind the bar. "Whatever," he groans with a wave of a hand. "Don't you mind that...?" "They're missing limbs," I finish for him. "What do you see in the bartender?" "A great rack and a nice ass. Perfect brown skin." "Yeah-h, and I just happen to like what I see in Malee." A breath later I add, "And Eva." I try to think of them equally, even though I don't always succeed. I watch him try to process what I've said, but he obviously fails. "Eva's a hot babe. I like them dark like her. I guess I could get past that missing arm." He looks at me for a moment. "Bet she has a sweet pussy ... something that'd wrap nicely around your cock." He chugs down the rest of the beer and holds the empty bottle up towards the bartender. She nods. A moment later, she opens a bottle and sits it in front of him, revealing her cleavage to him once again. I see him almost drool as he lusts over the woman. I get the impression she had just adjusted her top to reveal even more skin for him and I wonder what happened before I sat down. "Did this just start with you and Emily?" "Awhile. I don't know what's wrong. I've suggested a counselor, but she's claims it won't help." I laugh to myself hearing him talk about a counselor as though it is 'her' problem. "Bed problems, is that it?" I lean close to his ear and whisper, "Do you eat her pussy?" I sit back up and grin then sip my beer. "Gross, man-n." He sighs. I catch the bartender frown as she listens nearby while washing a few glasses. "I tell you, do that and she'll be all over you." I laugh. "I promise you, women like that better than a dick in their pussy." Her frown becomes a smile as she nods a few times. She holds a thumb up and pumps her fist. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch as she unsnaps the button on her cutoffs and shoves a hand suggestively inside for a second. "I did a few times when we met." "Did she love it?" I take another sip and let my eyes roam over the bartender's body a few times. "Yeah, big time." "Believe me, if she was with me, I'd be all over that ... all the time." I take another sip. "She's a 'great' looking woman." He shakes his head and sucks the beer until the bottle is nearly empty. Emily sneaks up on us and kisses me on the neck. "Am I interrupting anything?" She moves closer to Mike and Eva and Malee stand on either side of me. Malee rubs my back a few times. "Nah, just business," Mike groans. "That's all he wants to talk about." I flash him a frown then kiss Malee and Eva. "Did you have some good 'girl talk'?" I ask Malee, "I think I almost have him able to remember your name." "Good, 'cause we're all going to be friends. Right, Emily?" "Come on, we need to shower and 'stuff'," Eva says then snickers as if the meaning of 'stuff' should be obvious to all. She gives Emily's arm a pat. "I had fun ... looking forward to more." I hear them arguing as the three of us make our way to the lobby door. The image of Malee in her black bikini forces all the talk with Mike quickly from my mind and by the time the room door closes, she is all I am thinking of. "Emily's a cool lady," Malee says as she undresses. "Mike's jerk," I say. "I didn't know him well. We're from different parts of the country. "Asshole doesn't understand the first thing about her." "She doesn't like him either," Eva says, her swimsuit dangles from her hand as she kisses me. Sounds like he could use some help from you. Man, I feel so-o lucky to have met you. You're not like most guys." "For sure," Malee says. "I think we remind her of her former lover ... Nancy. The chick with one leg." "Be careful. I can't afford to ruffle any feathers at work. This job is my ticket to stay here with you." \- Mike and I walk through the new hotel inspecting the work to make sure everything is on schedule. He appears to be more relaxed than at the bar yesterday. "Jake, you were right." "About what?" I casually reply, knowing exactly what he is about to say. "We got back to the room, not long after the three of you left the bar. She was acting amorous, we were kissing, necking, and all. I got between her legs and it was as if I was with a new woman. Hell, after she knocked off a few orgasms, she started sucking me. It's not something she does ... not to me at least. Shit, she even swallowed." "Way to go dude." I wondered if it was that or more to do with Malee, maybe Eva. "That's not all. I woke up in the middle of the night and she was blowing me again. Her pussy was right by my face so I dug in and we did each other at the same time. Man, this morning she was parading around ... naked, and we did it in the shower. She bent over and I fucked her from the back. I love a cunt from the back." "I guess you found the secret." "And then, when I was dressing, she stayed naked on the bed squirming around fingering herself. You know what she asked, damnedest thing. She asked if I'd like her if she was like Malee. Right while she was fingering herself, she asked that. Damn." "What'd you say?" Now I knew it was the effect of being around Malee that had made the difference. "Excuse me," the female voice says from behind us. I turn and find an attractive younger black woman. "I didn't mean to interrupt." "Nah," Mike says. He introduces her as Debbie, the lead decorator working on the hotel. "I need to talk to Mike," she says. I walk away and soon turn back to take a long slow look at her. She wears tight jeans and an even tighter white blouse wrapped around larger breasts. Heals on her shoes seem a little higher than would seem comfortable for working around construction projects. Their faces are close and her hand is on his chest, rubbing softly. I walk towards the temporary office at the other end of the hall, stopping to look again. Her lips are just leaving his. \- When I return to the Savoy, Eva is naked, asleep on the bed with dark skin contrasting so nicely with the white sheets. Her armless shoulder calls to me as it points towards the ceiling with a breast lying on the crook of her arm, the hand resting under her face. The curtains blow softly by the door to the balcony. I look out. Malee is reclined with her lone foot resting on the railing, reading a magazine, and wearing her black bikini. "Have you been out on the beach?" I ask as I bend down to kiss her neck and let my hands slide across her breasts. I pull up on the elastic of the top, freeing her wonderful mounds with exciting nipples. I kiss her neck then her cheek a few times, as she leans her head back to look up into my face. "You must have had a nice day," she teases. "No, Mike is such a...." I cut myself off short. "I just missed you so much. It's our first day of not being together for almost a week." "With welcomes like that, I'm going to like having you go to work." She laughs and reaches up with her hands to hold my face. The magazine falls on the floor. "Eva's racked out." She stands and rubs against me, her hands sliding around my waist as her entire front presses seductively. "Maybe we could neck for a while." She snickers and rubs her hand down the front of my trousers. "You know what I mean." She snickers again. "Goddamn erections keep coming back, what-t will we do." I push my fingers inside the back of her bikini bottom and fondle her hips. The short leg stump rubs against me, reminding me of one of the many reasons I find her so lovely. Her lips reach up and find mine. Her tongue explores. "Hmmm, starting without me," Eva groans as she stretches her lone arm to help wake her more completely from a deep sleep. "We could warm up more of the bed than just where I was." Malee hops along side me, her breast swaying with each, as we follow Eva back to the king-size bed with sheets scattered. \- The warm water washed over the three of us from multiple showerheads filling the large enclosure with steam. Washcloths lathered with soap roam over bodies until long after they are clean. Fingers inspect everywhere to please as lips kiss nearby. Malee is the first to reach for the knob to turn the water off and Eva and I groan. "Sorry, water's getting cold," she whispers as the water drips off her body and past the short stump in a small waterfall. Eva watches in growing interest as the waterfall runs dry. "Wish my hip would do that." "We should have your leg off, then it will," I say as I kiss at her nipple. Malee holds my erection and slowly jacks her hand along the shaft. "But then this would 'never' get soft." She laughs and continues for a few more strokes before letting go. "What a sacrifice," I say with a smile remaining on my face. We step from the shower and begin drying one another as has become our custom following a group shower. "We had lunch with Emily," Eva says. "Quite a nice woman." "Seems 'they' had oral sex last night for the first time in years," Malee says. "I wonder what happened to make that happen." She rubs the towel up and down my left leg then the right before standing and drying my chest a little more. "He was complaining down at the bar yesterday about what a crappy relationship he was in. I tried to tell him how beautiful she was and I asked if he went down on her. I assured him, if she was mine, I'd be all over her like that." "Yeah-h, you do that so-o nicely," Malee says. "Mike said they did each other several times last night, all by mouth, and one fuck in the shower." Eva drops her towel in the same pile we dropped ours moments before and follows us towards the bed. "She said she asked him if he'd mind her being like Malee." "Uh-huh ... with one leg. I asked how he'd feel if she were like you," I say looking at Eva. "You know, he lusts after your dark skin." I smile. "He told me yesterday that even with one arm, he'd want you." "Asshole," she groans. "One arm, my black ass." "Hey, I'm just the messenger. I sure don't want to share." I laugh. "She's too nice to be with him," Malee says as she dresses in khaki shorts and a white t-shirt. She works her foot into a sandal and leans back in the overstuffed chair. She lets her fingers comb through her long black hair. "Too nice." "What are you suggesting?" I ask. Malee squirms in the chair and idly fondles her stump for a long moment before answering. Eva sits behind me on the bed, her legs reaching around my hips and along my legs. Her hand massages my shoulder as she pecks kisses along my neck. "She's thinking about leaving him ... soon," Eva whispers between kisses. "We told her about Leslie. Of course, only after she told us how much she liked the way Malee looked with one leg." She kisses again for a while in silence as she continues to massage. I feel her nipples tease my back from time to time. "Did you all get naked?" I sheepishly ask. "Uh-huh," Malee says. "She's real-l good." "Ah, is there a place for me in this?" I quiz nervously. "Seems he is only here for awhile," Malee says. "He's going on to some project elsewhere. She says alone. I don't know when she plans on telling him." I watch her play with her hair and fondle her stump. Eva's massage is relaxing and I enjoy her chest against my back. I reach down and rub the top of left thigh for a moment then I lean my head back and let her kiss my cheek. "So, you're suggesting she join us." I rub my back against Eva's chest. "Uh-huh," Eva coos in my ear. "You said you'd be all over her, didn't you." "Sure. That was just to let him know I thought she was an exciting woman." "It's okay Jake," Malee says. "We understand. We think she's exciting too, just as we think you're exciting. Could you handle three women?" "Oh god-d," I drawl. You're kidding." "No Jake, we aren't," Eva coos in my ear. "Do you think we'll add others in the future?" I nervously chuckle. "Would that be so bad?" Malee asks. "Actually, I don't think so ... but I don't know." "Maybe we could offer hotel discounts to people that have been to Leslie. You know, twenty-five percent per limb." Malee laughs. "Are the rooms going to be accessible?" "Sounds like I need to make sure." I chuckle and kiss Eva for a while as we lie back onto the sheets. I feel the mattress sag a little as Malee rests along side me on the other side from Eva. Knuckles rap once on our door, then again a moment later. Malee makes her way across the room and opens it slightly to not expose her nakedness too much. I hear her speaking to someone but am unable to understand. The door opens and Emily comes in. She's dressed in a short skirt and lose fitting blouse. "Excuse me, Mike called. He's working late. I know what that means." She groans and I remember Debbie. No one attempts to cover up as she walks to the chair by the bed where Malee had been sitting. "Geez, you all look so comfortable," she says as she sits and crosses her legs. One foot begins swinging idly, the sandal flipping softly against her heal. Malee pats the bed beside her. "Join us." "I couldn't." "We told Jake about our conversation. He doesn't mind," Malee says. Emily casually strokes over a breast without noticing what she is doing and looks at me. "Jake, he's screwing her, right." "Ah," I mumble. "Debbie, the bitch at the hotel ... the decorator. I bet she'd decorating his dick with her mouth right now." "I wouldn't know," I say, even though I know she is exactly right. "Oh sure," she groans and starts to get up. "Listen," I begin in an effort to repair the damage that is happening. "Yeah, he's probably banging her. I saw them in the hall this morning. I think her tongue was deep in his throat. That's all I know for sure." "I was planning to leave him. Now, this will just help things along. I enjoyed sex with him last night. That's all it was ... sex. God-d, I love to suck cock. He never let me. And having someone eat my pussy, gee-e...." She glances towards Malee. "He'll never be as good as you." I watch her unbutton a single button on the blouse as she sits. Her legs remain spread enough to reveal a patch of black fabric cupping her mound. "Jake, that was kind of you to tell him you'd be all over me if we were together." She lets her eyes flick between each of us. "He tried to make it seem like it'd be okay if I 'happened' to be missing a leg like Malee. He just doesn't get it ... not like you." Malee pats the bed and motions for her to come be with us. Emily moves slowly and settles next to me lying down. Her mouth covers mine and the kiss grows deeper. My hand rests on her blouse over a breast and lightly massages. Her moan fills my mouth as she takes my erection in her hand. "God-d, nice-e," she coos in long drawl. Our kiss pauses just long enough for her to say, "I could be all over this in a hot minute." It doesn't take a mental giant to understand that she is mirroring what I had said to Jake about wanting to kiss her mound. Eva drags Emily's panties along her legs as Malee rubs through the wet folds of skin where they had been. As fingers slip inside, she moans again in my mouth, and I finish unbuttoning her blouse. We take turns kissing Emily's mound and making her climax. A free for all follows until everyone is exhausted. I rest wondering why Mike never enjoyed her; she sure seemed to have fun, especially sucking me. \- It is just after eight when the four of us sit in the hotel restaurant. The hostess leaves opened menus in front of us, and walks away. Mike storms into the room and grabs at a chair from the next table then sits at the end of our table. "Where've you been?" Mike demands. "Did you get the decorating done?" Emily growls. "Sure. They're a little behind schedule and I had some detail to work out." "Asshole," she growls at him. "I know about 'her'. Did she decorate your dick?" He glares at me and I shrug my shoulders. "I don't know anything about this," I whisper. She begrudgingly rests her hand on his. "Listen Mike, it wasn't working. We both know it. You go be with her and I'll take care of myself. I just want out of this marriage ... now." "Now?" he begs. She withdraws her hand and glances at his face. "Yes, now, tonight, this minute ... now. Just leave and be with her. I'll get my things out of the room after dinner." "Where will you stay?" "Does it really matter? Hey, I'll be fine. Don't worry." "Keep the room tonight." He stands and casually walks away, leaving the extra chair in the middle of the aisle. "Wow!" Emily exclaims as he disappears out of the restaurant. "Yeah, wow." Malee looks at each person at the table. "I didn't see that one coming." "I guess I did," I said. "I was surprised this morning when I saw them close together. I guess I shouldn't have been, after all, yesterday he told me about his thing for 'chocolate' women. He even made a big deal about Eva's skin." "Asshole," Emily groans. "And nothing about missing limbs, I bet." "Nope, sorry," I say. "And is the bitch 'chocolate'?" Emily complains. The waitress appears beside the table and moves the chair back to the other table. "What can I get you?" "A divorce," Emily muses under her breath. "Not on the menu," the woman teases. "But he was a bit of jerk." We order and she walks away, a small stream of chuckles following her. \- I awake with an extra set of feet in my face. I am not sure where the body ends until I notice Emily's face between Eva thighs and Malee's face resting near my hip. Everyone begins to move a little as I nibble at the toes of her left foot. "Enjoy them while they're there," Emily teases. "I can't wait," I tell her as I playfully slap her hip. Eva's feet rise towards the ceiling then part as Emily laps through the pink skin. Malee stirs a little. "What a nice way to wake," she hoarsely says before she takes my erection in her mouth. I push away thoughts of what it will be like to work with Mike today. I assume he won't mind. I kiss along Emily's legs until I am again between her thighs. I smell the mixture of our fragrances and lap my tongue deep between the sweet folds of skin, wondering why he didn't spend hours in the same place. Emily moans deep, her sound muffled by Eva's pussy, as her thighs part to give me more freedom. She bucks with wild abandon against my face as she searches for yet another climax, one that will come easily. \- The hotel is a complete success and over the past six months, the occupancy rate has exceeded the expectation of the company. Today the company told me I can stay another year and I feel a sense of relief. I take another sip of my whiskey and glance around the restaurant. Emily walks through the door wearing an exciting yellow dress cut low and stops about mid-thigh, her right foot swinging casually between her crutches with each step. I smile as I notice she is wearing a high-heal for me. "Hey darling. Have you been waiting long?" She says as she leans down to kiss me deeply, her hand rubbing my chest. It never lasts long enough when it is just a greeting, but I know it will continue later. She takes the seat next to me and leans the crutches against the wall. "Just a few minutes." The waitress stops by the table and places the glass softly in front of Emily. "Is Malee coming?" "Yes Tam, she's running a few minutes late." "When I see she's here, I'll bring her a drink." Emily looks longingly at her and smiles. Tam is pretty, probably late twenties, barely five feet, with a lovely body. We both watch the way her hips sway under the skirt as she walks away then Emily takes my hand. "I love you Jake. I'm truly happy for the first time, just the three of us." "It's worked out for the best. I have the two most wonderful women in my life. I never expected Eva to leave." I shrug my shoulders. "Mike never saw that one coming. Debbie and Eva fell for each other in a heartbeat." "Sorry I'm late." Malee takes the seat across from Emily. "God-d, I love both of you so much," she says as she takes our hands in hers. "Congratulations on the hotel job ... one more year. That is so fantastic." "I love watching you walk," Emily tells Malee. "Yeah, but now you walk that way too." Malee giggles. "Now we can love watching each other walk on one leg." "Damn, all this talk is going to make it hard to wait to get home." "Uh-huh, and you get hard so nicely." Emily strokes my forearm as she smiles into my face. Tam brings Malee her drink and places three menus on the table. "Excuse me for asking," she says. Malee rests her hand on Tam's hand. "Anything. Have a seat." Tam sits in the chair next to Malee and clears her throat. "This is difficult for me to say." Malee caresses the woman's fingers. "Things are only feel difficult as long as they are a secret. Both Emily and I held our secret about our legs and it cost us a lot, emotionally and otherwise." Tam bows her head slightly. "Thank you for saying that. Ah. I've watched you and Emily for months now. I know you seem happy having just one leg. It is something I've often wanted all my life. I've tried to put it out of my mind, but I always fail. Now I watch you with Jake and the three of you all seems so happy together. I wish I could have one leg and find someone to be with like you. Can you help?" "What kind of 'someone' are you looking for?" I ask as I take in her beauty once again. "I feel a little uncomfortable telling anyone." She glances around and sees we are alone. "Ah, I've been with men and women. I guess I am a little jealous of the three of you." She grins. "We might be able to help," Malee whispers as she leans close and pecks a kiss on her lips. She looks at Emily who is nodding, then at me and I nod as well. "When do you get off?" "Officially, now. Let me take your orders and if you don't mind, I'll order me something too so we can all have dinner together." We give her our orders and watch her walk away with an idea there may be a new member to our group. "Did I misspeak?" Malee asks as she glances at us. She snickers. "She's beautiful ... right." "Turns me on, especially if she's has one leg," Emily says. "What a problem to have, three of the most beautiful women on the planet. I assume we might have people come and go from our family." "Would you mind that?" Emily asks. "I'm perfectly happy just having the three of us, but Tam is a doll." She smiles at me for a moment. "What if it had been a guy asking instead of Tam?" I shrug my shoulders and look at Emily and then Malee. "I mean I really love both of you as in I'd marry both of you if it was legal to have two wives." I chuckle. "I know," Malee says then sighs. "I don't see you wanting to be with a guy in the same way I like being with Emily." Tam brings the food on a large tray and sits it on the table then passes each plate. "Anything missing?" she asks and as we all shake our heads, she sits. "Did I miss the big discussion about if a third woman should join the family?" She laughs and sips her drink. She holds the glass up in toast. "I hope to bring only harmony and happiness." \- So it is that night, as I drift between sleep and awake, as I listen to occasional sounds of sex or feel a new body by mine, I realize I have found what I have been searching, maybe several times over. I do not know, nor does it matter. Either Malee or Emily alone would be sufficient for me; both would be a dream. I feel comfortable that they want to be with me. Eva had come and gone, as probably Tam will as well. For now, Tam seems to a part of us. Only time will tell. Sleep again wraps me in its arms.
Frankie's Story Ch. 05	19,112	4.8	729,475	[ "master", "slave", "coller", "sisters", "playroom", "paddle", "necklace" ]	(This story interlocks with each chapter so if you come into this story other than the beginning, then you may well scratch your head at some of the comments within this chapter. I've tried to make this a glimpse into the lives and lifestyle of three people. They chose to keep there lives private, isn't it strange how life never lets that happen.) I could see the anxiety growing in Samantha as I continued to pace the room and every time she opened her mouth to speak I would stop her. Finally, I sat down and offered my hand. She looked at it or more like grabbed it as if it was a life line. "This status I have given to Red. Your being here hangs on me giving you the same status, doesn't it?" She lowered her head and paused before she nodded. "Yes, I'm sorry but yes. My father plans to retire in two years when I will take over. We would have that time to figure out how to make this work between us but I can't be with you full time." "You listened to Red's questions and you answered them." Again she nodded her head. The grip she had on my hand started to make my fingers turn blue. "I meant every word. The gift you would give me would be returned tenfold. It is not a condition of your acceptance but as a mark of both respect and honor to you and your trust." "How long has your father allowed you to be here?" For the first time Samantha was confused about how to answer. In the end she answered honesty whispering, "My father and mother agreed that he would cover me for up to a month if required. Should I need longer then I was to phone him." I almost didn't hear her, she spoke so quietly, almost afraid that if she spoke any louder it would break some spell. At least the grip she had on my hand had lessened. "You have decided. I can see it in your eyes." I ignored her. I withdrew my hand from hers as I looked at her and pointed to the collar on the table. "That comes with conditions. In your case, or rather as a consequence of the status you want, it comes with almost intolerable conditions. I just hope you understand that." Without a moment's hesitation the smile burst forth and out tumbled her answer, "I agree. I will do it." Slowly shaking my head I sat down next to her and told her what the cost truly would be for her to wear that one small piece of ribbon. "Samantha, you have to be careful what you wish for. What you see in Red is a finished product. For months after I gave her the status you wish for she had doubts. Many times she would phone us and talk wondering if she had done the right thing. Shannon and I were supportive of her because we both knew she had goals she needed to achieve and a life to live. Red can see her freedom just as she can see her submissiveness." I paused and almost instantly Samantha's head came up to look closely at me once again. "There is a 'but' in this isn't there?" I smiled and continued. "More like self imposed rules. I own that body. You simply look after it for me so that I can use it whenever I wish. That means no men or women in your life. You cannot seek relief from anything other than with your hands. You will use pads rather than tampons from now on. The only male that gets his hands on your body other than me is Doc Kellerman." She paused momentarily then smiled, "Can we include cuddles for daddy and my brother?" She felt the pain before her mind reported the movement of my hand. I pulled her head back by her hair harshly. The yelp was the response I was looking for. "I seem to remember we were talking about your life here. Perhaps your undivided attention would come in real handy." The veins on her now exposed neck throbbed and she started breathing in short shallow breaths. "I'm sorry. I'm using humor to try to camouflage my nervousness." I gave her hair one last pull before I let her go. My hand went to her jaw and held her tight as I moved so close I could see the perspiration seep from the pores on her forehead. "Learn very quickly to stop doing it. You are your emotions. If you hide them from me then you are denying me what is mine." My other hand came into her line of sight and the discomfort she was in was soon forgotten as Shannon's old collar came into view. I placed it around her neck and securing the clasp. I've seen it in all the girls I have collared the swell of their breast as their shoulders go back in pride at knowing this small piece of ribbon is much more than just that. \\\\\\\* The girls came in about ten minutes later. Both noticed the collar around Samantha neck and smiled. This was the time I had been both dreading and needing to get to. Once they had gone and changed returning in their own collars I sat all three down. "Samantha, You mentioned a time you regarded as a turning point for you. You had a very difficult night and when you woke your mom was in the room with you. I need you to talk about the dream you had." The color drained from her face. Her eyes darted between both girls and me. More than once her mouth opened yet her voice refused to come out. For some time both girls simply looked at her... waiting. Frankie's head turned to me a small smile danced its way across her lips before she stood and walked over to Samantha and knelt in front of her. Her hands rested on her face and both girls moved towards each other and kissed. Frankie held the kiss for a few moments before moving back to a kneeling position, finally her hands once again rested on her legs. "I choose to give you a piece of advice given by my sister. I have lived by this same advice ever since." Frankie turned to look at me and then at Red who smiled and nodded her head in understanding of what was about to be said. "My sister, look at the man in front of you and ask yourself this question. Does that man completely own you, heart, mind and soul? If you have even the slightest doubt about that then take off your collar and leave now. All that you are is his, all that you think has to be directed towards him, all that is in your heart you give freely to him. It is the way my sister. Your Master has asked a question. The answer should have left your lips a fraction of a second after your ears heard that question." A great sadness seemed to come over Samantha. Her body shook for a moment before she could take control of it. She then nodded her head towards Frankie mouthing the words 'thank you.' Frankie resumed her place alongside Red. Samantha's eyes grew distant as she both absorbed what Frankie had said and searched for a way to tell us of that night. "The torch went out the day he broke my arm. To me it was an experiment with that part of my life that ended in disaster. I was just grateful that I got the heck out of Dodge when I did and I was still alive to tell the tale. My research into you threw up some inconsistencies so I investigated more thoroughly. I didn't realize the torch had ignited again until the evening of the headache." Samantha quickly explained to both girls about how her headache had caused her to read a page of the report six times yet not understand one word. In the end she closed the file and told her mother she was going to bed. She had tossed and turned for a while. She even thought about getting up and starting in on the report again. Finally, she wore herself out and sleep took her. The nightmare of having her arm broken came to her again. Reliving the horror in her dreams sent sympathy pain shooting up her arm and into her mind. Disembodied giggles interspersed with her voice chanting "Master" breaks through her haze of pain. The giggling and chanting wouldn't leave her dreams. Pain again shoots through her body and she would gasp hoping for some relief. Two identical Samantha's sat across a table from each other. One would try to shout the other one down claiming her self-mastery and the other would just giggle and continue chanting "Master" which would send pain through her body. This in turn would incense the twin to scream louder pounding the table harder claiming that she is her own master. Finally, beaten down by the pain the hysterical self begins losing her strength. The pain was becoming too much for her and she burst into tears. The other twin reached across the table wrapping her arms protectively around her. With one more giggle the twin simply said to her sister that it was for the best and she would always protect her but her master and pain will always win out. "It was then I woke up screaming and burst into tears. It took me a few moments to realize my Mom was in the room. I had left the file on the table when I went to my room and Mom had read it all. She knew everything and had watched over me all night as my nightmare played itself out." Both girls sat mesmerized by the tale Samantha had just told. The tears went unchecked streaming down there cheeks. The mental battle within her must have been excruciating as the submissive and hardnosed Samantha battle for dominance over her life. All three girls where emotionally exhausted and we all needed sleep so I sent Frankie and Samantha to shower and sleep in their room. They quickly nodded and stood both hugging Red and I before saying goodnight as they headed for the shower. Red stood and came over to me sat on my lap snuggling close. "Do you ever feel old?" "Every damned day, it's only you girls that push it back. When Shannon, you and I sat in the collage canteen and worked out our lives and the logistics of living together I would never in my wildest dreams have thought I would ever hear someone like Samantha or Frankie talk like that. What we started was for our benefit. We had no desire to open our relationship up to anyone else and now look at us." I'm sure Red already knew what I was about to ask her. But she was Red and I had to tell her. We both knew she would but never on her own. "She needs to know the rules Red. I will need you to work with her over the next two days. You have the status that she is fighting so hard for. Work with her while Frankie and I are at the office." "She is young. I wonder about her tolerance to celibacy while she it not with you." "As with you, I took it on trust that you understood and you did. She has to know of the consequences of her actions if she breaks that rule. My instincts tell me that she will be okay about it but she has to know and fully understand all the rules that come with the status you have so she can finally decide for herself." Red nodded her agreement. She stayed silent as we both listened to the girls finishing their shower chatting as is sisters their age wont. The events of these last couple of days made me realize something and I cursed myself for being so thoughtless. I called Frankie back into the day room and waited for her to collar up and join us. "Once again I have found myself dividing my attention and not seeing to the needs of the individuals amongst us." I spotted Samantha just inside the door. She had not been called to me so she wasn't sure if she should enter. My attention returned to Frankie but I knew Samantha could hear me. "You and Samantha will sleep together tonight. You both have been under some stress these last couple of days and some relief will be helpful. You will take to bed only what you have on and in you both and enjoy each others company. Do you understand?" Frankie instantly nodded her head and smiled before getting up and wished us both a good evening. She hugged and kissed us both and left the room holding Samantha's hand as she passed her at the door. \\\\\\\* For the next two days Frankie and I would drive into work while Red would either walk or sit with Samantha and discuss the hidden aspects of the status she had now been given. Once we got home all three girls would change and set off on their fitness regime leaving me alone to unwind and let my mind rest. Doc Kellerman called and told me that the tests were clear and, other than the repeated HIV tests, Samantha was fine. We talked about birth control and decided that Norplant would be ideal for her. I told him that she would get it done at the clinic close to her home and have the documentation sent over to him once it's been completed. We talked some more and I thanked him. All three girls came banging and crashing into the cabin announcing their arrival as I put the phone down. They were soaked in sweat and pointing and laughing at each other. I don't care what anyone says three women who get competitive with each other on a fitness run do not quietly enter a cabin. As I watched them enter I saw that familiar evil mischievous smile on Red's face I knew she was up to something. Red's sweat soaked body clung to me and we kissed followed by Samantha and then Frankie. I was intrigued by the order in which they did this and Frankie told me of the bet. The winner got first hug. So, I grabbed Frankie's hand and headed for the shower with me telling her that the loser gets first wash down rapidly followed by 'hey that's not fair' from the other two girls. Keeping the girls on their toes was an amusing and much needed diversion. Red was due back in Hollywood in two days. Her agitation would come soon. The only reason we hadn't seen it yet was because of her time with Samantha. The situation with Samantha continues to complicate our lives. Frankie and I were at work. She placed the phone down and she looked directly at me. The look on her face told me whatever this is isn't going to end my day very well. "You have a guest. Mrs. Harper is being escorted up." Moments later security escorted her in. The photos of her didn't do her justice. I could see where Samantha got her looks. Her whole being exuded an intriguing combination of power, poise and grace. I could also see why Mitchell Harper never strayed. She scanned the room and her smile came naturally to her as she opened her arms. "Francine McManus, it's so nice to finally meet you." Bewildered by the situation Frankie's manners automatically clicked in as she stood and hugged Peggy-Sue Harper before offering her something to drink. She asked for water as she sat down in the pre-offered seat. I kept seated and waited as the preliminaries were completed. Frankie left to get the water. Peggy-Sue sat staring at me before starting, "So, Jack. Have you ever had the mother of one of your slaves sat across from you before?" "You're here for a reason Peggy-Sue, what is it?" "Now Jack, that's not being polite." "If you want polite Peggy-Sue then get the fuck out of my office and my life." "I can't do that Jack; you have my baby in your care. I'm uncomfortable with the arrangement but she sounds happy so I'm allowing it." Her smile instantly stopped. Her eyes blazed as she struggled to take control of her temper that simmered just below the surface. "You're not going to do it to her Jack. I understand you have allowed her more freedom than many masters. But I'm not allowing that one final act before she leaves. It's disgusting and I won't allow it." For some unknown reason she had turned this into a staring contest since I hadn't replied to her. Finally, I shrugged my shoulders and said. "I once told your daughter to be careful what she wished for. It seems I also have to tell her Mom as well." "I personally wished she would marry a senator with a future in the White House. But we can't have what we wish for, can we Jack? You have my baby and I'm allowing that because you're making her happy but you're not going to do it to her Jack. I won't allow it." Frankie came back into the room with Peggy-Sue's bottle of water and a glass placing them on the table next to her. Peggy-Sue smiled thanked Frankie before she stood and walked out of my office leaving a very confused Frankie in the middle of the room. "That went well," said Frankie as she took the tray to her desk and helped herself to the contents of the bottle. I sat back in my chair and decided not to let what had just happened get to me. Then I decided that it already had. Work was useless for the both of us. The visit of Peggy-Sue Harper placed a massive distraction on both of us. In the end I decided I was the boss so we were leaving early. The visit also meant that I needed to make other arrangements. Frankie wasn't going to like what I am about to do but she had little choice. The results of the conversation kept me in the office longer than I wanted it to. Even the drive back home was in silence. Frankie was too wrapped up in her own thoughts to converse and I was wrapped up in trying to figure out how my private life had only taken eighteen months to turn to shit. Both the girls came out of the cabin confused at seeing us so early. "Red, take Samantha on a run. Make it a thirty minute one please." She paused to see if I was to add anything. When I didn't she nodded and went back inside quickly followed by Samantha. We watched them warm up and head off at a steady pace. Frankie and I packed her a bag once they were out of sight. The cab was due any minute. She spotted the dust cloud in the distance and turned to me, her hand outstretched. "We will not see each other for a two weeks my Master. Please leave me with the knowledge that my collar was placed on me by the man who owns me." I took her necklace from her hand. Frankie smiled, turned and lifted her hair to provide me access to her neck. I attached it and she turned back to me for a hug as the cab pulled up alongside the cabin. "I will see you in two weeks. Keep in touch with Mrs. Gillins. You have your card if you need anything. If you need anything beyond that contact her." Frankie nodded her head and then burst into tears, her head in my neck and her arms wrapped so tight around me. After a moment she loosened her grip, we kissed and she grabbed her bag and ran to the cab. Both the girls were back within five minutes of the cab leaving, both wanted to ask questions. I simply waved them towards the shower. I waited in the day room for them both using that time to compose myself and ask for the thousandth time if I was doing the right thing, "Samantha, Remove your collar." Before she could say or do anything else I had the jewelry box in my hand. Red instantly recognized the box. Samantha didn't recognize it until she saw the contents. The necklaces were identical to both girls other than the letter S on the heart shaped Pendant. She took one look and forgot her mouth was open. I had Red remove Shannon's old collar and replace it with the necklace. It was also time to keep everyone off balance. "As of tomorrow we are done here, Samantha. It's time for you to return to your home. I'm driving with Red back to Hollywood since this is her last time she will be doing this. I'm going to be spending time with Red before she goes back to work." Red accepted my statement but Samantha needed more. "Where is Francine?" "You came here with your cell phone." She nodded her head. I waited for her to acknowledge verbally. "Use it to make your arrangements for traveling back home. You're leaving tonight." It was plain to see that she wanted to say more. I just sat and stared at her. She got the message real quick. \\\\\\\* On the two day drive back to Red's apartment I told her about Peggy-Sue's visit and her request. I waited for her to finish her rant and calm down before continuing. I told her what was going to happen and what I suspected would happen. I stayed with Red an extra week before taking the flight back. I dropped into in on my friends place first. "We shut down the power to the cabin and swept both the cabin and the barn. It's all clean other than your own security system that you had put in. We left that alone. The target drove to the airport and boarded a private jet back to Salt Lake City." "Thanks again Gordon. I'm going to be on the road for the next six weeks. I need you to randomly repeat what you did at the cabin while I'm away. Send the bill to me directly. I do not want my company in the loop." My next call was into Mrs. Gillins office. I let her know what Frankie and I had planned and that she would be getting updates from either Frankie or me over the next six weeks. The next time I saw Frankie she was in a sun dress at Honolulu airport. She looked totally stunning and had followed my orders that she do nothing but get herself a tan. Her pattern of finding hotels with adjoining rooms continued. Frankie came through the connecting door with her dress in her hand and only wearing her warm smile. We stayed in that afternoon. We went out to dinner to give our bodies some rest before repeating all we did that afternoon. We had a lot of catching up to do and we both took it very seriously. Our weeks' vacation was over way too quickly for my taste but visits to companies and seminars called so we boarded the plane and returned to our corporate persona. We were already a week into our journey when Frankie placed a newspaper onto the breakfast table. It was obvious that she wanted me to read the gossip section of the paper. The picture was of Samantha out on some social function. The gossips had the man pinned on her arm as her latest conquest. The picture showed a nice pearl necklace around her neck that went very well with her evening gowned yet no sign of the one I had given her. We both smiled as I read it and left the paper on the table when we finished breakfast. Frankie kept up with Samantha's antics via the gossip sections of the papers. There was no need to hire a detective to keep an eye on her when the society columnists were doing such a grand job. Even though I gave no credence to half the stories of her exploits the photos told their own story. Our first seminar was in Chicago. I was due to speak on the Tuesday so I didn't get as much done as I wanted to on the Monday. We noticed that Harper Industries representative was the one of the three I had told Frankie that could take Charles's place. It seems he had been very well briefed. He soon figured out who Frankie was and, although he was polite, he only ever spoke to her if I was around. By Friday Frankie had had enough; it was clear by the look on her face that she had bad news. The paper under her arm simply gave me the heads up over what had pissed her off. I read the newspaper first and then waited. "How long are you going to allow her to disrespect you? She is out of control." Samantha was arrested for DUI. The police had pulled her over on a broken tail light and the rest, as they say, was history. "She is not disrespecting me. It's her family name she is dragging through the mud." "But she is in every paper in the land. This is not how she should treat the status you have given her." "Frankie, let me ask you a question. It has been four weeks since you have seen Red and Samantha, how often have you spoken to either of them?" She paused to think first before answering. "Red I have spoken to seventeen times and Samantha once." "The visit from Samantha's mother pushed her out the door long before she was ready. Her mother interfered and she is facing the consequences of that interference. I don't like what's happening to her any more than you do but I can do nothing when her family keeps interfering." Frankie knew further discussion on the subject with me was futile just as I knew that she would talk to Red as soon as she could. She will no doubt get the same answer. We stayed in Chicago over the weekend after the seminar. We did some sightseeing and took in a show. The three companies we visited the following week established Frankie as the go-to girl when they phoned the office and couldn't get me. Flying into Dallas sent Frankie once more into orbit. We had no sooner landed than she was at the news stand. She was becoming obsessed and the news kept getting worse. Samantha was seen with a new guy hanging off her arm at some grand opening. It was clear that Frankie was incensed about all this and getting no reassurance from me was driving her to distraction. I let her rant right up until we went into our rooms before I pulled her over my knee and swatted her naked ass twenty times. "I'm only going to say this once. Stop buying papers if you can't handle the news. Leave Samantha to me and get on with being my PA, niece and slave in whatever order they apply. Do we have an understanding?" Gently rubbing her naked red ass she quickly agreed with me. For the rest of the evening we skipped over the topic of Samantha even though it was plain to see Frankie wanted to talk about it. Signing in at the seminar the next morning kept Frankie busy and then she went off to deal with the list I had given her. It took me a few moments to find the crowd I usually hang out with at these things and we got settled in. Frankie really was like a dog with a bone. She had found Donald Feldman by Wednesday, the Harper Industries representative at the Seminar, and, without introducing herself, bled him dry on the gossip swirling around Samantha. She had caught up with me back at the hotel and it was plain to see she just had to say something or bust. "Please my Master, allow this slave to speak." Even as I looked at her kneeling next to me I knew I wasn't going to like this. "Ok, what is bothering you?" "Samantha is out of control. Her Father has stripped her of her job and banned her from leaving the house. Her list of boyfriends is now in double digits and rising. Her moods swings have become so unpredictable that no one wants to be anywhere near her. Master, you must do something." For such a long time I looked at her. When she finally looked up from my chest and into my eyes her body shuddered. "You were told to leave this alone." "Yes, Master, bu..." "This has never been a negotiation Frankie. I told you I would deal with this you went behind my back and disobeying me. You followed my command to the letter but you knowingly broke the spirit of the command." Her head lowered in defeat. She knew she was about to be punished. "Make all the arrangements for your return flight first thing in the morning. You're going to spend the next six days with your folks." Frankie remained silent and nodded her head before saying, "I will obey." I got up from my chair got dressed and went downstairs to the bar. Somehow the urge to get very drunk just didn't appeal to me yet I hung in there for a large scotch anyway. When I got back to my room Frankie hadn't moved from were I left her. I told her to stand and then scooping her up into my arms and dropped her on the bed. At least she had a smile on her face. Crawling into the bed with her laying alongside her I carefully explained everything. I knew I didn't have to but I felt, just this time, I needed to. The conversation lasted well into the early morning. Frankie argued Samantha's case and, even though I listened, I still told her how it was going to be. She then tried to worm her way out of her punishment. That was a deal breaker so I sent her to the bathroom and when we had finished I hugged her in my favorite position and we slept. She had most of her clothes packed by the time I woke. The details of the flight came to her when we were at breakfast. I took her to the airport and saw her off. We both knew she wouldn't do such a thing again and holding firm to my punishment hurt the both of us in the short run but it was best for her. The seminar finished with a whimper rather than a bang. Frankie's conversation with Donald Feldman had opened the flood gates and Samantha's problems have become common knowledge amongst the gossips by the time the seminar ended. I kept to the itinerary for the next six days while Frankie was being punished. I met her at Salt Lake City airport for my two day visit with Mitchell Harper. I ignored the man holding up a card with my name on it. Frankie saw him but followed me tight lipped as I passed him. We picked up a rental car and went to our hotel only to be told our reservations had been canceled. She said yes when I asked if the rooms that were originally reserved for us are still available. I told her we will take them. The room phone was ringing by the time our baggage arrived and when Frankie looked at me I shook my head and continued unpacking. By now my own cell was ringing in tandem with the room phone and Frankie's cell. I held out my hand out for hers and I placed both in the drawer of the cabinet by the bed. I picked up the keys to the car and left the hotel. We spent the rest of the day and the early part of the evening in the City Creek Centre. I even told Frankie she could go just a little crazy with her plastic. Damn, when that girl smiles she just melts my heart. Clothes and shoes were her target and I nodded in the appropriate places when she came out of the dressing room. I have to say there is one question a slave would never ask her Master, "does my ass look big in this?" The one question that has put fear in hearts of men would be answered with no fear of any retaliation whatsoever. We finished our day at one of the finest restaurants. The food was so good I wanted to take the chef home with me. We both knew what was going to be waiting for us when we returned, did I care? Not in the least. As I walked up to reception she took a sideways look at someone and gave a brief nod before her gaze returned to me. The conversation that followed was very interesting. "Good evening sir, can I help you?" "Our room keys please rooms 317 and 319." A man came up to stand beside me as I was requesting our keys. "Mr McManus we have your bags in our car, if you and your PA will follow us please?" My gaze remained on the receptionist. "Can you tell me who authorized the removal of our luggage from our rooms?" The receptionist started to fidget. A guy with a name tag and the words Duty Manager on it moved in to intercept. I waited for him to finish telling me that they had a phone call from Harper Industries telling them that the booking was made in error and that we were staying at the Harper residence. No sooner had he finished than I asked him the same question I had asked the receptionist. The color went from his face as I stared at him waiting for an answer. He repeated what he had already told me. Again, I waited him out and asked him exactly the same question. By now I had two men standing next to me who, I can only assume by their manner, were not used to people ignoring them. Finally, the Duty Manager gave me the name of the hotel Manager and when I asked again if he was the person who authorized the removal of our luggage he said he didn't know. This time I leaned onto the counter. Adding a little iron to my voice, I said, "Ok we will try this in reverse since you claim not to know. Get the bell boy over who brought the bags down here then ask him what I asked you." "Please stop. I asked them to do it. I need you close to me. I acted in haste and I'm sorry but I couldn't contact you when you booked in and you were not here when I arrived." Turning to look at Samantha as she stood a few feet behind me shocked me a little. The dark rings under her eyes clearly showed she has not slept. Her manner made her shift from one foot to another. Finally, she gave up and rushed over to me wrapping her arms around me and burst into tears. She was still no better when I got her into the limo. One of Harper Industry's trained monkeys kept Frankie company in our rental as they followed behind. What was happening to her was being accelerated by me being here. With me now next to her the tenuous hold she had over herself was becoming undone and she passed out dropping across my lap. I carried Samantha up the steps to the palace known as the Harper residence. The butler opened the door before I could kick it and Peggy-Sue met us as I walked past the butler. I asked where Samantha's room was and Peggy-Sue took one look at her daughter passed out in my arms and led me up the stairs. "Frankie, Find our luggage, get your spare collar and collar Samantha with it then get her and yourself undressed. You need to get into bed with her. You're going to have to hang on to her all night so use the bathroom before you do." She nodded and quickly went in search of the butler. "Peggy-Sue, you need to leave. If you stay you need to keep your mouth shut. This may be your place but those are your only two options in this room." For the first time I saw uncertainty in her eyes. It was clear to see that she had tried and failed, was it her own stubbornness that was going to prevent me from bringing Samantha out of this? "I'm staying." "Very well, but don't say a fucking word." She winced at me using a swear word in her house. I'm sure I wasn't the first and I had little doubt that I will be the last. Samantha was going into her shell. She had seen me at the hotel and her mind had given up. I climbed onto the bed and straddled her legs pulling her up straight by her blouse. Then I slapped her. She moaned softly and I watched for Peggy-Sue's next move. Her mouth opened and she took a step toward us. Her maternal instinct was understandably strong. "If you want your daughter back stay there and don't say a fucking word." I slapped her again then grabbed her with both hands and shook her. Frankie came back into the room and I held Samantha still while she attached her spare collar to her and then dashed into the bathroom leaving the door wide open. Peggy-Sue blushed at Frankie doing something like this with the door open. Again, I shook Samantha with my face now inches from hers I screamed, "Who, the fuck are you?" I shook her and once again and then slapped her. Peggy-Sue winced. "I said who the fuck are you?" Her eyes opened and I was met by a vacant stare. I slapped her one more time and the soft moan was replaced by a murmur. I was sure I heard something. Shaking her again as my nose now touched hers and I asked her the same question. Her name came to all of us as Frankie came out of the bathroom and started to undress. Mitch Harper stood by the door watching her naked form pull the covers back and started undressing his daughter. "If you're who you say you are then who am I?" "You are my Master and I am your slave. I am so sorry my Master." "I know slave but that won't stop me from punishing you for your behavior. Now sleep my dear. You have earned this sleep like no other." Frankie and I placed her onto the bed as gently as we could. Samantha moved into the fetal position. Frankie molded herself to Samantha and held her tight. I climbed off the bed and pulled the covers over both girls. I bent down and kissed both goodnight before following Peggy-Sue out of Samantha's bedroom. It was clear to see that they both wanted answers. They also knew better than to ask for them standing outside their daughter's bedroom. Mitch went to his home office and made a stiff drink. Peggy-Sue made a drink for herself and handed me the soda I asked for. She sat down beside her husband and waited. The need to rant at them had passed me by. We were dealing with the mental health of their daughter, my slave, and she was the priority in this conversation not me. My responsibility to her weighed heavily on me. "You can go to a psychologist for the psycho-babble version or I will give you what I figure happened, one will just cost a whole lot more. The gist is this, when Samantha came to me she was holding it together by a thread. When you both agreed she could come to me she was, in her mind, given permission by the two people she loved and respected the most to finally be herself. Samantha knew you had come to see me because Frankie told her in one of their phone conversations." "It didn't take long for her to figure out that our conversation directly preceded me sending her home. She felt betrayed by all of us and that's when she hit her own self destruct button. We are all to blame for this so no one start pointing fingers at anyone else here. The question has to be, what will the two of you allow me to do about this?" Mitch had finished his drink. He eyed his glass contemplating another drink before thinking better of it and returned his attention back to me. "I heard her. She is already a slave." I shook my head. "No, what is happening in her head is that the slave in her is hanging onto Samantha the hard nosed trouble shooter, protecting her from doing anymore damage to the both of them." Peggy-Sue paced the room listening to us both. This wasn't the woman who came to my office just a few weeks ago. "So you're saying she has a split personality?" She had caught me unprepared and I smiled at her question. She also seemed to take it personally and lashed out by saying. "Well, if you're so damned knowledgeable then you tell us what to make of all this." I supposed I had asked for that. "Ok back up a moment and think. Mitch you're a father and a businessman. Peggy-Sue you are a wife and a mother. Does that mean that you both have split personalities? Of course it doesn't. That's how Samantha's mind was when she was with me. She was a slave while she was in my valley and around me. She was the highly effective executive and loving daughter when she was with you. But when you came to my office and interfered she wasn't sure what she was anymore because she no longer had boundaries. She was beginning to come to terms with her needs and finding comfort and acceptance from us when the rug was pulled from under her. She was lost when I sent her home to you." Mitch got up from his chair and sat down across from me growling, "Jack, this is our daughter we are talking about here so be damn sure you know what you are talking about when I ask you my next question. What are our options?" "There are two viable options. First option, let the slave be. Leave her alone and let me finish her training so that she can fully develop her slave self. Once she does she will be able to integrate her two selves and find balance. She will still be Samantha the hard nosed business women and daughter for you. She will be the slave she needs to be when she is around me. Second option, you deny her the opportunity to finish her training and develop her slave self. She will bury that part of her for you and she will take over the company as you have originally planned. The rift in her personality will eventually destroy her inner self due to the constant war within her. She will either self-destruct or her fire will fade. I give her no more than five years before that happens." I can see Peggy-Sue struggling with two unacceptable options I laid before her. The mother within her wanted to protect her daughter while seeing her grow and flourish. The options I have given her forced her to either, in her mind, leave Samantha unprotected with a monster (me) or watch her wither. I understood her struggle but I gave her the unvarnished truth. In my sympathy I gave them a possible out. I gave them option three which would have been years of therapy. We knew rumors of her therapy would eventually leak causing doubt in her ability to run the company. The loss of confidence in her ability would cause a vote of no confidence by the board forcing Samantha to resign her post. She will see this as her complete failure of the trust her parents have given her and the failure to the people she was entrusted to lead and protect. Everyone in that room was exhausted and the conversation back and forth just kept swirling around all three options. It was time to give them one last realization. I told them that at this moment Samantha's slave self is clinging to Frankie for her sanity. When slave wakes Samantha both need to know who they are. There were times that evening I felt like a fifth wheel as I watched Mitch the father and Peggy-Sue argue. They hugged each other and cried. All I could do was answer any question they asked me as best I could. My opinion wasn't asked for so I never venture to give it. It was nearly sun up when they had decided. It was for their daughter's health and wellbeing and not their prejudices. I nearly started a riot between them when I told Peggy-Sue what she needed to do. I'm sure I've made her an enemy for life but I wasn't in that room to make friends I was there to help Samantha. So, with agreements and promises made I dragged my tired body back into Samantha's room to wait for them to wake up. The sun peaked in through the gap in the blinds as dawn broke. Frankie woke after another hour and it took minutes for Samantha to wake after that. I went and sat on the bed as both sat up, their nakedness so natural to them they didn't even notice. I held tightly onto Samantha's hand as she looked at me expectantly. "This is the only day we will do this here slave, you understand this?" Samantha quickly nodded her head before answering, "Yes, my Master." "You were given a gift from me before you left. Where is it?" I let go of her hand as she dashed out of bed and ran into the walk-in closet. Frankie and I heard boxes being tossed around and a squeal of delight seconds before she dashed back in, jumped back onto the bed and knelt in front of me. I took Frankie's necklace off and replaced it with Samantha's. Her chest swelled with pride once again and Frankie now had competition for that thousand watt smile. Both listened to me as I told them that they were to shower together and go down to breakfast. From now on Samantha was not permitted to wear any jewelry other than her necklace and that the rules of home and the cabin had to stand from this day on. As both girls gave me one last hug I left them heading for the shower while I headed for bed and for a few hours' sleep. Damn, I felt old. \\\\\\\* The two warm bodies either side of me woke me from a very nice dream and for a second I actually thought I was back home. "Samantha you were told the rules." "I was indeed. Do you want the rules verbatim, my Master?" Frankie giggled and quickly stopped herself. It was with a sigh I mumbled the words, 'welcome back Samantha' before turning over to face her. By now Samantha had slid under the sheets and firmly attached herself to my morning wood to minister to my needs. It was Frankie turn to speak. "My Master stated to my sister that from this day forwards the separation of cabin and this house were to be observed. My sister also observed that it has not been twenty-four hours since the time we brought her back here so she is still slave until that time." I have yet to find a more tenuous justification but Samantha was firmly attached and doing a wonderful job, so much so that I came rather quicker than I expected. It was later when Frankie explained to me the reason I was having such a nice dream in the first place. I believe 'ambushed' pretty much sums this episode up. Samantha surfaced facing me licking her lips and that thousand watt smile burst forth yet again before she kissed me and quickly got out of bed and dressed before waving goodbye at the door and disappearing. As Frankie washed my back I got an update on what had gone on once I had gone to bed. "Both Samantha and I went downstairs after our shower. Mitch had to leave for the office for a half day so Samantha hugged him and apologized for her behavior. She also apologized to her mom at breakfast. Mom and daughter bonded over the meal. Samantha asked her mom if she could join Frankie to be with me until I was awake. Peggy-Sue just smiled and told her to make sure that she was clothed when she came out of our room so she didn't scare the servants." "How is she?" Frankie thought about it for a moment before saying. "She's is trying to find her balance but she's fine otherwise. I see my sister in there when I look in her eyes. Samantha will be fine now she has her boundaries back." Frankie paused collecting her thoughts before continuing. "Master, she knows you will have doubts about her but not all that the gossip written about her is true. She plans to return to Doctor Kellerman as soon as we leave to have all the tests done to, once again, prove this to you." There was no doubt in my mind. I understood Samantha had to do this so I wasn't going to tell her otherwise. The ambush by the girl when I woke did come up though and Frankie told me that Samantha needed to thank me. She knew that waiting until returning to the cabin would be difficult for her so they both approached Peggy-Sue about her daughter being in my room. As apprehensive as she was about the arrangement she allowed it. It was Frankie that told her of rule one, keep your Master happy and drained at all times and she was to use this if ever challenged. "You better make sure this doesn't become a frequent thing Frankie. I understand there are times like this that I will allow this much latitude but just remember who you are Frankie. Samantha is part of this conversation as well." She nodded in agreement before we went back to washing each other. We dressed and joined the others in the day room. I was aware of the comings and goings of the servants and having a real conversation was close to impossible in this house. Mitch came home about half an hour later and I suggested we toss the girls out for the afternoon to do some shopping while he goes to rest up. We will have a real talk later that evening after dinner. Mitch agreed and Peggy-Sue joined him. I waved the girls off and adjourned to a sun lounger out back for the afternoon. The girls woke me when they got back. For some reason both raised an eyebrow when I said I was only resting my eyes. Over dinner we kept to the pleasantries and I found that Peggy-Sue could be a very good hostess. The real conversation came when we adjourned to Mitch's home office. "I already see a difference in my daughter, Jack. How long will it last this time? The papers tore her to pieces over her behavior and I can't allow that again." Samantha blushed and Frankie went over to sit with her and holding her hand in support. The things that happened last night couldn't be allowed to come undone with this conversation so I turned to Samantha and said. "We need this conversation to be aired but don't think for a moment that you are being excluded from it. Feel free to say what you need to say." But my thoughts were also on Peggy-Sue and I knew I needed to start there. "Peggy-Sue, your daughter will hand over all her jewelry. She no longer has a need for them and I suggest you don't buy her anymore. She only needs the necklace that's on her now which alone will keep her grounded. She is learning to compartmentalize her life but you have to understand that sometimes she will slip. Not greatly because Samantha already has the salient points in her life down pat. What she needs when she is with you both is the knowledge that you love and accept her." "That's a given." "Is it Mitch? You say that yet it was your wife interfering in my life that started all this. You both have to learn that when she is with me you have no hold over her. I could beat her to a bloody pulp and send her back to you and you can do nothing about it because Samantha deserved it." The father in Mitchell Harper burst forth at what I just said and he launched himself out of his chair his eyes blazed pure anger. "You lay a fucking hand on my daughter..." "Daddy, stop!" Both her folks looked at her. It took a moment for me to turn my attention to her. "I made mistakes and most will never be repeated. Jack allows us all contact with the outside world while we are at the cabin and I used it. My mistake was talking to Mom about my time there hoping that talking to her would help her understand how it was helping me with my life. That will never happen again. We all talk of rules so here is one of mine. From now on when I'm at the cabin my cell will remain on but I will only talk to you if you call me and I hope you two both think twice about calling when I am." "This man owns me. If he calls and I am working for you then take it for granted I will make proper arrangements and go to him as soon as I can. That is the promise I made to him because he has the right to expect that of me given the status he has allowed me. If he chooses to beat me black and blue then it meant I had done something to anger him and I deserved it. So, I will take that beating and learn not to repeat what I did to cause the beating." "What you failed to see is that Jack has never harmed anyone. Daddy, you can't see past Arnold Hamilton and what he did to me at college. We were both to young Daddy and the speed I wanted to proceed into submission was too slow for him. He is a monster and I paid the price. Jack is not Arnold Hamilton." I could see Frankie's head move between them both as Samantha talked. She was listening and watching. Her observation skills were sharp and getting better with experience. It was also clear that she was ready to say her peace if she needed to. I didn't want her to feel left out so I brought her into the conversation by asking her opinion. Everyone turned their attention to her. "You both love your daughter just as she loves you both that is plain to see. It was your interest in and your subsequent investigation of Jack's business and personal life that brought out Samantha's dormant slave persona again. She found hope in her discovery of Red's unique position with Jack. Your daughter believed she found a way to fulfill her need for submission and to fulfill her obligation to you and Harper Industries." Even the quick look at the Harpers told me that Frankie had there undivided attention. Samantha had even moved slightly so she could look directly at her rather than to just listen to her. "You both gave your blessing, however reluctantly, to Samantha to approach Jack to ask for Red's status. She was so happy when she was at the cabin with us. So happy in fact that she shared those moments with the one person she needed most in this world to understand. That same woman nearly destroyed her own daughter." Peggy-Sue started to squirm in her seat. She flinched as Frankie's eyes came to rest on her. Her strength of character and personal courage did not allow her to look away. She took Frankie's criticism to heart finally understanding her role in this fiasco. "This is not a character reference. It's a statement of fact. Jack is the kindest most sensitive man both in and away from the cabin. What you did when you came to him and said to him was despicable. Your daughter isn't a freak. She is and will always be Samantha your daughter. She chooses to keep her private life just that. After what you did you will never see the slave within because she will never expose that part of her to be rejected again. Let Jack finish what he started and let your daughter return to who she has to be." It took a minute or two for everyone to stop staring at Frankie. She remained quiet and still lost in thought after her discourse. How could anyone argue with someone who spoke with such clarity and conviction? Samantha reached out and held her tight and kissed her cheek making her blush. That simple act seemed to break the spell in the room. Smiles came to Mitch and Peggy-Sue. Both looked at each other and as of one mind nodded to each other. It was Mitch that spoke first. "Sam, do you want to return to work immediately or take some time off?" "I need two weeks Daddy. I have to go and see a couple of people first if that's ok?" "That's fine Sam. Take as long as you need." The conversation seemed to move in other directions after that and soon Frankie and I took our leave and exited the office. Samantha followed us and hugged us at the door to our room before making her way to her back to the office. "You seem to have made a friend in Mitch. It certainly seems that you have Peggy-Sue's respect." "It wasn't my intention to speak out but you allowed it so I told the truth. I should imagine someone of Mitchell Harper's standing doesn't get to hear that all too often. It is far too easy to be surrounded by yes men." We showered together and went to bed. Frankie snuggled in close to me lost in her own thoughts. Wondering if she would be able to sleep, I stated, "Something is bothering you." Frankie paused before she spoke. "When we return to the cabin please take me to the playroom. These last few days have blurred the line between slave and Francine. I need the playroom and I need the pain to reestablish the boundaries in my life." I pulled her closer to me and held her tight before agreeing to her request. I have watched her grow in so many ways these last few months. I have watched her grow from a beautiful young woman lost to a transcendent soul who will continue to grow in wisdom and clarity. No young adult had ever walked into my life and opened her heart to me hoping that I would see the woman and slave that she knew she was. Who has since then proven it simply by being that woman and slave. She humbles me by allowing me to be part of her life. "You will get your wish." I could feel her body stiffen slightly as my words sunk in and her own body heat radiated outwards causing me to place some space between us. Frankie instinctively moved to fill the void I created and snuggled back down with me. She mumbled words of 'thank you' before sleep took her from me. The next day put Frankie back into her comfort zone when Mitch, Frankie and I went into Harper Industries for the day. We were due to fly out that afternoon but Peggy-Sue asked us both to stay one more night so we could have a real sit down dinner without the drama of the last couple of days. That gave Frankie enough to do sorting out new travel arrangements as well as sorting out conference calls between Marlon and me on some specs that Mitch had dropped on the table and asked us to help with. \\\\\\\* This last trip had emotionally drained both of us. Frankie deflated as we approached the valley. She released all the emotional turmoil she held at bay by her strength of will knowing she was safely home. The release of all that stress wilted her. With both bags back in our room she was already heading to the playroom before I told her to switch the hot tub on. She fought the need to say something and nodded before changing direction switched the tub on and knelt next to it. I brought us drinks and sat next to her on the decking. "You will have your time. I told you that you would. The look you just gave me was un-necessary. You have behaved well over this trip and I'm proud of you on so many levels don't spoil it now." She thought before nodding her head. "I'm sorry, you are right. Both my mind and body scream for release and seeing the playroom so close has already made me wet." Smiling at her we both dropped into the tub and Frankie came and sat on my lap. That little girl within her was never that far away. "I have a thousand questions burning in my mind screaming at me for answers. I need to ask these questions. I hope you understand that they will skip across so many topics. You are my Master but I also need Uncle Jack as well." For such a long time I sat and held onto her. Sometimes she would shiver. Other times she would pull air into her lungs to calm herself. "Frankie this is our home. You can ask anything of me at any time. I don't want to see you like this. You worry me. Just ask and I will answer. I don't ever want you to get to the point you are at now." All she did was nod her head. I still had to wait her out. "My sister leaves here and you give her the gift of bruises to take with her. Aunt Shannon was given the same gift when you left for your trips. I'm your PA and I love my job so much yet I feel like I'm missing out on a gift you give to others. Please give me a bruise or two from time to time." I smiled. "Very well but for you they will have to be where clothes can cover them. You will need to wear a camisole under your blouse or pants if for some reason I decide to place them on your legs." "Would you have allowed Samantha her status or even allowed her within the family if Aunt Shannon was still alive?" My answer was instant. "No. Between Red, Shannon and I we had it all. The dynamics of our group was complete and we had no need for another. But Shannon is no longer here and you are. Samantha is your age and you need that link between you two just as Red had with Shannon before her passing." "When you sent me home to my folks for a week as a punishment for not obeying you it was the longest week of my life. Please don't send me there again. I love my folks and we did heal the rift that I caused but they have their own plans for my future." This time I laughed and Frankie seemed to move with my laughter. "You stopped listening. Sending you to your folks served two purposes. You saved yourself from being physically punished. Believe this young lady; you would have not been able to sit down comfortably for three days. Plus you needed to reconnect with your folks. Sending you home at odd times means they don't have time to set you up with any prospective beaus." Her questions stopped and for a moment I actually thought she was sleeping, her breathing had become so regular. "I was afraid you know. The day I came here to tell you everything. I had no other plans. I didn't know what I was going to do if you rejected me. But you loved me and accepted me for who I am. I count my blessings every day because you do. I love you so much. I realize now that Aunt Shannon saw the real me and helped me when she could." She shifted slightly. I let go of her and she moved to face me. She had been crying to herself. Her eyes were all puffy and she looked slightly confused. It was clear she wanted to ask one more question. Perhaps the most important one she wanted to ask but was too afraid of the answer. "Please this is important. I need to know now. If Aunt Shannon hadn't died would you have accepted me? Would you have taken me in as your slave and allowed me to be me?" I said nothing for a long time. Frankie was desperately trying to find her answer in my eyes. I placed my hands on her face and leaned in to kiss the tip on her nose. I saw confusion in her eyes when I pulled back to look at her. "Your Aunt Shannon was truly the only person I have ever loved so intensely. The day she discovered that we had the same leanings towards this lifestyle she knew we were soul mates for life. I was confused and angry that she had not told me about your first meeting at the hot tub and the subsequent conversations you both had about our lifestyle." I leaned in and kissed her again and this time her lips were waiting for me. I felt that sweet buzz I get when she willing submits to my kiss. She was just so innocent and beautiful. "My belief now is that it was your Aunt Shannon who was getting ready to accept you into our group. Her insights into these matters were uncanny. It was Shannon who first realized Red's need. She made me realize that Red wasn't ready for our lifestyle full time but she did need us. She had her own goals and would have regretted giving that up which is why I gave Red her status. I believe Shannon noticed the same in you." Frankie sat and listened half the time she forgot to breathe. "I think she wanted you to experience life and this lifestyle with another Master first. She hoped you found a good loving Master who would take care of you then all well and good. Shannon was going to be your safety net. Perhaps the family connection between us made her reluctant to bring you to our group in the first place. Why she never spoke of this to me I still have no clue but her dying in childbirth left you without a safety net and left you vulnerable to Randy." It still took her a full minute to digest what I had said. "So you would have accepted me?" "Shannon had the uncanny ability to see what each of us needs. If she had said yes then Red would have followed. I would have agreed to keep my two girls happy. Your Aunt Shannon isn't here so it was left to me to take over where she left off. I would never have turned you away. The family connection between us has not been an issue for some time now." The smile was a dead giveaway. She launched at me and clung to me as though her life depended on it. I heard a whispered thank you just before she burst into tears again. Frankie needed this connection but I had to pry her away from me so I could look at her. It wasn't easy. The girl is amazingly strong and tenacious when she wants to be. Finally, she had calmed enough to kiss me on the cheek and snuggle back onto my lap. We talked for a few moments more before we got out and dried off. She handed me her collar and I placed it on the coffee table ready for her return. "I'm going to give you one gift. I have agreed to the playroom for you but I want you to go in first and pick one toy that you wish me to use on you. I get to pick the others. Once you have this toy you will kneel next to the X frame with your chosen toy in front of you. You have five minutes so make the most of your choice. Now leave." I was graced with her thousand watt smile as she nodded her head and walked into the playroom. It was then the phone rang. Frankie stopped dead in her tracks and looked at me waiting to find out if my instruction would change. Smiling, I pointed towards the playroom as I picked up the phone brought a flush to her cheeks and the smile just seemed to get bigger. "Jack I just got a call from Samantha. She's at the airport and asked if I could pick her up." "I thought as much. Pick her up and take her home with you if it's not going to interfere with your job. She has a story to tell you so listen to her Red. She's seeking both advice and reassurance from you since she now has your status." "After what I've been reading about her in the papers this had better be some story she's about to tell me." I laughed and reminded her that she shouldn't hold to much stock in the gossip section of the papers. Red was to take her home and listen to her. Samantha was still trying to get a sense of her boundaries and Red was to explain them to her. Once we had worked on the outline of what needed to be said I explained that I had to go. I told her I had Frankie waiting in the playroom . There was a momentary pause before the laugh came down the phone. "The lucky bitch. Tell her I said hi and I now have to go wipe myself because the image that conjured up has just made me wet." "I will. Oh, Red, I think Samantha needs more than just a little verbal reassurance on her visit with you. Goodnight." I placed the receiver in its cradle and I walked into the playroom. Frankie was already on her knees next to the frame and a paddle directly in front of her. Her neck and cheeks flush with excitement and anticipation of our upcoming scene. I sensed greater excitement from her because she was able to choose the toy I will inflict on her. The locking of the thick leather collar placed snuggly around her neck brought a slight gasp from her. I stood her up and placed her on the X frame and tied her down facing me. There was no point in a build-up. Frankie needed pain. The subtleties would have to wait for another time. She had survived on nothing more than spankings for the last eight weeks so this evening was solely to play catch up and it seems her need to not only see bruises but to feel them as well. The ball gag surprised her but she accepted it without any protest. She still had her safe word even gagged. She knew what hand signs to make if what I was doing became too much for her. I applied KY on my fingers and slowly expanding her ass taking care to limit the penetration to her anus. This was about giving her a buzz and not about making her bleed. I grabbed an egg vibrator and turned it on full before pushing it into her when her ass was expanded enough. Her heels dug into the wood and her hips raised a couple of inches off the frame. The change in angle helped and the egg slid into her. Its buzzing sound became muted as her anus closed around it. Her pussy became engorged and started leaking cum. I slapped her across her pubic bone sending her body back onto the frame accompanied by a small grunt as the sting registered in her brain. I can see my red handprint on her in sharp contrast to her pale skin. I released the catch holding the frame at an angle returning it to its upright position. Frankie's body weight forced more pressure onto her arms as they fully supported her weight. I picked up the light flogger and began whipping her with it. Her eyes widened as she bit down on the ball gag and screamed as the flogger slapped her across her tits. Shannon told me more than once that I was mechanical when it came to the playroom. I had a goal in mind and I knew the most efficient way to achieve it. That skill comes in handy in moments like these. My goal was to eventually give Frankie six bruises three down each flank. I was also without the playroom for eight weeks so I thought playing with her awhile before I bruise her was in order. I kept a close watch on her hands. Although the gag wasn't new to her the intentional bruising was. I wanted to make sure I am not overwhelming her. I pulled on her nipples making cones of them and I slapped them a couple of times causing them to become harder than they normally do during our sex play. She groaned as she spotted me reach for the clothes pins. There was a slight squeal as the pin sank deep into her flesh. Her eyes fixated on the second peg as it was placed on her other nipple. I held back from attaching it. It took her a moment to realize and force her eyes away from it to look at me. Only then did I attach the pin and she squealed louder. Her eyes quickly returned to the second peg only to find my fingers no longer on it. Her breathing was in short sharp pants as the pain from both pegs invaded her body and seeped into her mind. Frankie watched as I knelt down and picked up the paddle. Her body shuddered as her cum drops from her pussy joining the tiny puddle on the floor. I placed the handle between her legs and lifted it until it made contact with her pussy. Frankie rode the handle soaking it with her cum. She moaned and her eyes fluttered as I lifted it slightly higher. She was forced to rise on to her toes as she continued her forward and backward motion along the handle. Finally, she succumbed to her own needs closing her eyes she bore down hard on the handle trying to bury it between her pussy lips. She never saw my hand swipe one of the pegs off her nipple. Her eyes shot open and she screamed. For a second her hand went to move to signal an end all this. She watched me looking at her hand and waited. My attention moved from her hand to her face. She tried to smile around the gag as the tears clouded her eyes but that smile told me more. I pulled the handle away from her pussy and her body slumped slightly. Frankie's eyes were wide as she turned her attention to the paddle forgetting to breathe. She watched the handle of the paddle as it arced towards her body. She readied herself as she realized the handle's intended target. She screamed louder as the handle of the paddle hit the peg sending it across the room. The blood rushed back into her nipple causing slivers of pain to streak up her body and slam into her mind. The only relief Frankie had was to scream as the waves of pain slowly receded. She started panting through the gag as her eyes locked onto me not daring to look away trying to anticipate what I would do to her next. I had already planned where each bruise will be. I turned the paddle around so my hand was now on the cum soak handle. Its warmth and stickiness a reminder me of how much she enjoyed and needed this. I teased her with the paddle running up the inside of one leg and then down the other. Her body shuddered and a slow moan escaped from the gag before her eyes fluttered and closed. The first blow sounded like a slap as the flat side of the paddle connected with her skin. The sound made Frankie jump opening her eyes and she screamed behind her gag. I saw the blow will leave a lasting mark on her. I aimed my next blow on same spot angling the paddle ever so slightly so that the edge of the paddle bit into her skin ensuring the bruising she wished for. The same process lasted another five times. The little pool of cum on the floor beneath her grew as the process continued. Her fingers moved to make the safe word sign as the echo of the paddling receded. I dropped it and levered the frame laying her on her back. I removed the ball gag first and Frankie set about pulling lungs full of air back into her body while I undid her cuffs. It was only when the leather collar was removed that she opened her eyes and looked at me. Her smile faltered for a moment until I told her she had done very well. Her thousand watt smile replaced the other one quickly enough. I was carrying her into the shower when I noticed the look on her face as we passed the bed so I laid her down then I went to get the cream. For the next hour I gently rubbed the cream into her welts and bruises. I was hard long before I had finished. Frankie watched me while her hand wrapped itself around it. "You and this body need rest. Put your thoughts on hold until the morning. We will discuss this only when you feel better. Remember slave this is your first time being bruised. Your body needs time to recuperate. Even Red, with all her experience, needs a night to recuperate so don't push yourself." She was truly torn between obeying me and her first rule of being a slave. Inwardly I smiled at her dilemma. I took away her options by standing and walking back into the day room to pick up her collar. Her mood changed when she noticed what was in my hand. She sat up with a supreme effort and presented her neck so I can collar her. I laid her down and switched off the light to let her sleep. I returned to the den to complete some work and reflect on all that have transpired over the last two months. I feel the loss of my beloved Shannon and her wisdom more acutely now than ever. I really needed her by my side as I try to navigate the coming months. End of Chapter five.
100 In The Shade	232,420	4.54	1,281,513	[ "father-daughter incest", "historical", "1930s", "moonshining", "pregnancy", "cajun life", "small town", "louisiana", "bayou", "prohibition" ]	\Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.* \\\\\* Chapter 1 It was a blistering hot morning in August, 1930. On the back porch of their father's butcher shop, nineteen year old Molly Chopin listlessly fanned herself. Sitting across from her, eighteen year old Polly Chopin gathered up her long red hair and pulled it away from her neck. There was no breeze blowing off of the Atchafalaya, but a breeze would have been unwelcome; it would have blown the fetid odor of the stagnant, brackish waters of the Louisiana bayou. In the humidity, even sitting in the shade of the porch offered no real relief from the unrelenting heat. Their mother would have been shocked, scandalized, but neither Molly nor Polly wore their woolen shift underneath their dresses. As both were well-fed, shapely young ladies, this lack of undergarments would have been readily apparent. Their damp cotton smocks clung to their heavy breasts and slightly rounded bellies. "Aw cher it hot," Molly gasped in the humid air. "Bet it a hundred yeah." "Bet it two hundred," Polly agreed. "You crazy yeah, it don't get no two hundred," Molly laughed. Polly decided to use the railing on her cane back chair and flung her long red hair back. She sighed in relief. "Just don't scoot no," Molly reminded her sister. "I look stupid?" Polly asked and fanned herself with the gaily painted fan their mother had brought back from Paris, France. Molly laughed at the memory of Polly trying to get to her feet, but one of the chair's legs had trapped a hank of her long red hair. Polly would try to get to her feet and her hair would yank her back into the seat, trapping her again. Finally, Molly had grabbed the chair and pulled it forward, freeing her sister. Inside of the building, their father, Earl 'Early' Chopin mopped the sweat from his forehead. Through the large window of his building, he could see Mrs. Meche stepping out the door of her baked goods shop and crossing the dusty path, advancing toward his shop. Ever since the passing of Marianne, his wife, the dour, stout Mrs. Meche, a widow herself, had been a thorn in Early's side. Her flirtations were clumsy at best and her supposition that Molly and Polly needed female's supervision rankled Early. The two girls were, after all, adults. "Good morning, Mr. Early," the woman simpered. "And good morning to you, Mrs. Meche," Early agreed. "My goodness, it's so hot and it ain't even noon yet," the woman said. "Ain't so much the hot, it that humidity yeah," Early agreed. "I need me a cup of heavy cream, two quarts of milk, two dozen eggs and two pounds of butter, oh, and you got you any lard? Need me a cup of that," the woman finally got around to placing her order for the day. On the back porch, seeking some, any relief from the unbearable heat, Polly had pulled her ankle length dress to above mid-thigh. "Polly you don't do that," Molly cautioned. There was a three foot high ledge that ran the length of the porch; even if someone were to walk around to the rear of the building, the clank of the heavy wooden fence would alert the girls. But even if they did not hear the clank, the ledge would protect their modesty. "Woo woo!" Polly yelled out, raising the hem of her dress to her throat, flashing bright red curls and plump belly and undersides of her heavy breasts. "Polly!" their father barked out, causing both girls to squeal in horror. Early repeated Mrs. Meche's order for two dozen eggs and a hotly blushing Polly scampered to the chicken coop. Early slammed the rear door of the main building, letting both girls know he was not pleased. Inside the sweltering, dusty, smelly building, Polly endured the squawking, clucking hens that pecked angrily at her hands as she gathered their eggs. She also saw that the corn mash was low and refilled their individual troughs. This did distract some hens, but she still had blood drawn by a few of the more aggressive birds. "Ha ha," Molly smirked as Polly now lugged the heavy egg basket to the rear door. "You be quiet," Polly grumbled and entered the stifling hot building. Mrs. Meche pursed her lips in disapproval. The girl's heavy breasts and round belly were quite evident as the girl's dress clung to her damp skin. She looked at Early and wondered if she dared say anything; fathers could often be so blind to their daughters' inappropriate behaviors. "You help Mrs. Meche carry all that yeah," he ordered. "Yes sir," Polly answered dutifully. The sun had been beating down on the painted boards of the front step and Polly gasped as the boards burned her bare feet. "You should be ashamed, yeah, dressed like that," Mrs. Meche snapped the moment the door of Early's Butcher Shop closed. Polly did not respond; Mrs. Meche would not have listened anyway. She winced again as the sunbaked dirt burned the soles of her feet. The dust also rose up and coated her sweat soaked legs to mid-calf. The interior of Mrs. Meche's Bakery was almost unbearable; there was a large oven burning, and two large cast iron vats filled with bubbling corn oil. "Now, you want you maybe a doughnut?" Mrs. Meche offered. She wanted the girl to go back to her father and tell her father how sweet she, Margaret Meche could be. "No ma'am, but thank you," Polly declined. She just wanted to get away from the unpleasant woman, get out of the unbearable heat of the bakery. "Oh, no, take one, and you take one for your sister yeah," the woman insisted. "No ma'am, thank you though," Polly repeated and turned and left the shop. Outside, she pulled the front of her smock away from her flesh, gasped for breath, and then crossed the dirt road again. "Where your shoes go?" Early asked when the red head beauty entered the shop. "On my feet," Polly answered. "They some ugly shoes yeah; look just like dirty feet," Early chided. "Too hot wear them," Polly answered truthfully. "Too hot wear you a shift under that?" Early asked, letting his daughter know he had noticed the lack of undergarments. "Man, Daddy, it too hot wear anything," Polly complained. "Get you your shift on, yeah," Early ordered. "I'm make a couple ham sandwiches; want you some cheese on that?" "Yes sir," Polly agreed. "And Molly want that too." Early cut three thick slabs of ham and put it onto some of Mrs. Meche's thick crust bread. The thick, hard crust enabled the bread to hold up to the humidity. Early did spread a dab of mayonnaise on the sandwiches; that crust could be a little dry and hard to swallow. Molly and Polly ate their sandwiches out on the back porch, each enjoying the rich soft cheese. They knew they needed to eat the ham; it was almost four days old, but the cheese was a rare and pleasant treat. "Here, Daddy," Polly called out, carrying their cleaned dishes into the shop. "Uh huh, you go get your sister," Early ordered as Thomas David Daigrepont's 1927 Pierce-Arrow came to a stop in front of the shop. "And you tell her put her shoes and that shift she ain't got one on," Early yelled as Polly scampered to the rear door. "Yes sir," Polly answered. "Daddy says put you them shoes on and your shift too; Thomas David here yeah," Polly said Molly gave a quick glance around, and then pulled the damp dress up and off. Polly watched as Molly's full breasts jiggled and wiggled, large brown nipples stiffening with excitement at her naughtiness. Molly's crotch and pale white belly were covered by a blanket of dark brown curls that extended from hip to hip and to just under her navel. Molly pulled the shift on, then pulled her dress on, and then pulled her long brown hair out of her shift and dress. She combed her fingers through her hair, and then tugged on the dress, smoothing it down. Molly pulled her shoes on, but did not buckle them. "How I look?" she asked. "Pretty like you always do," Polly said a hint of jealousy evident in her voice. Inside the shop, Early watched as Thomas David Daigrepont sat in the automobile, waiting until the dust of the road had settled back down again before opening the door of the luxury automobile. Early grimaced as the man paused and used the reflection of his windscreen to comb his oiled hair, check that his necktie was properly aligned. "It a hundred degrees and you doing all that?" Early muttered, watching the man's grooming with disgust. "Polly said Thomas David here, Molly said, her unbuckled shoes clomping on the wooden floor of the building. "Buckle them shoes yeah," Early ordered as Thomas David checked his teeth in the car window's reflection. "You look at this peacock, huh?" Molly watched as Thomas David finally decided he was at his best, smiled and sauntered to the building's entrance. "How are you, Mr. Chopin, Molly," Thomas David smiled brightly as he entered the building. "My goodness, it is a hot one today, isn't it?" "It ain't cold," Early said flatly. "No, no, I suppose it isn't," Thomas David smiled. "Who your daddy is?" Early said suddenly, startling the young man with his abrupt, curt demeanor. "Why, that would be David Daigrepont, married to Mary Thomas," Thomas David stammered. "That's where my name..." Molly looked at her father, puzzled. Daddy seemed to like Thomas David, had even had the man stop by their house for Sunday dinner. But this harsh tone, Molly recognized, was the tone her father used when either she, or Polly were caught telling a falsehood. "And David got him a daddy?" Early snapped, fixing Thomas David with a hard stare. "Uh, yes sir, that uh, that would be General Clayton David Daigrepont, the Blind General," Thomas David answered, growing quite flustered. No one had ever questioned his claim to General Clayton David Daigrepont. To most people, the War Between the States was a faraway memory; very few of the soldiers were still around sixty five years after the cannon fire had quieted. But most could recite the names of all the Generals of the Confederacy and could recount with pride the heroic acts of the soldiers in gray. "Pull you up a chair yeah," Early demanded, pointing to the three stools that sat in front of the counter. The stools were there for his customers to sit and wait while Early filled their meat and dairy orders. "Yes sir," Thomas David said, trying valiantly to smile. He glanced at Molly, to see if he could gauge anything from the girl's face, but she looked baffled as well. He did linger a bit on Molly's ample chest. The sweet girl had allowed him great liberties with those magnificent mounds of flesh, had even giggled when he suckled on her nipples and made smacking sounds like an infant would make. She'd not allowed him to traverse beneath her navel, but that, Thomas David was sure would only take him a few more attempts. Molly was a passionate woman and quite often moaned her desires as he fondled her breasts. He knew his biggest obstacle to Molly was her father, Earl 'Early' Chopin. But Thomas David Daigrepont already had a plan for Mr. Chopin. And if those plans panned out the way he hoped they would, Thomas David could also help himself to the slightly less attractive red headed daughter. Polly's face might not be as beautiful as Molly's, but her body was equally splendid. And if his plans didn't work out? Thomas David was already courting a Russian beauty out in Elgee, Louisiana. Thomas David turned his attention to early, smile still plastered on his face. "Won him the Battle of Paulton in North Louisiana, I remember right," Early agreed, reaching under the counter and pulling out a large envelope. "Yes sir," Thomas David smiled as he settled back on his stool. "Surprised the Union troops that were to rally with General Beard's troops in Monroe, Louisiana. During the battle, he got shot in the head and was blinded, but he continued to fight; he did not want his men to know he'd been wounded." Early unfolded a yellowed page of a newspaper and spread it on the counter. Molly reached across the counter and touched Thomas David's hand; proud to know the grandson of such a heroic man. "Yeah, it say all that right here," Early agreed, using his finger as a guide on the page. "Yes sir," Thomas David agreed, smiling at Molly. "Funny thing and I mean this don't make no sense," Early said, not looking up from the paper. "What's that?" Thomas David asked, leaning forward to try to see what Early was looking at. "It say right here, General Clayton Daigrepont had him a woman was supposed marry but Gloria Ann Winthrop was from New York and left out of New Orleans when the War Between The States started up," Early said. "But then he returned to New Orleans..." Thomas David said, a hot flush coming to his face. "And went to Hotel Dieu and stayed there until he passed just three years after the Battle of Paulton," Early said and turned the newspaper page around so that Thomas David could read it. "Ain't never married." "What..." Thomas David stammered, frantically searching the page. "Ain't had him no children neither," Early said harshly. "What that mean?" Molly asked, beautiful face twisted in confusion. "Mean that Mr. Thomas David Daigrepont here is a flat out liar," Early said. "Now see here!" Thomas David protested. "No, Mr. Daigrepont, you listen up," Early said, pulling himself up to his five foot, five inch height. "I done me some asking around." Thomas David jumped down from his stool, hoping his five foot, nine inch height would intimidate the short, stout butcher. "Lot of them knew your daddy out in Lafayette," Early continued. "He liked taking things ain't his." "That's not..." Thomas David blustered. Molly looked at the handsome man, turned and fled the building through the rear door. "Molly! Wait! I can explain!" Thomas David called out and prepared to run after her. "Hanged him in nineteen and nine," Early said stepping in front of the man, blocking his path. "And your daddy and your momma? They ain't never married neither," Early said, easily shoving the man backward. "Now see here!" Thomas David cried out, near tears. "So, you a liar, and you a bastard, and your daddy's a thief and you coming around my daughter?" Early snarled. "Boy, best get on out of here yeah." The thirty year old man slumped over, nodded his head, and left the shop. On the back porch, despite the sweltering heat, despite the stale sweat smell emanating from her sister, Polly held the heartbroken Molly as the girl sobbed. Early opened the rear door and felt weary as he watched his little girl sob. He wanted to comfort her, but he simply did not know how. "I'm sorry yeah," he finally said. "I know," Molly agreed, using the hem of her dress to wipe her sweaty, tear streaked face. "We got any that cane sugar left?" Early asked Polly. "Two jar; why?" Polly asked, getting to her feet. "The corn not coming today, huh?" "No, no, why you two don't take some and we make us some ice cream, huh?" Early said, hoping the treat would soothe his daughter's wounded soul. In the meat cooler, Early chipped off some ice and dumped it into the wooden bucket. Then he dumped some cream, some milk, and some cocoa powder into the tin container, and gave the handle a few cranks. "Here, Daddy," Polly excitedly said, holding out a cup of the sticky syrup. "Now, Daddy old and he ain't going be able do all this cranking by himself no," Early said and Polly grabbed the handle and began churning furiously. Early watched the eighteen year old girl's heavy breasts wiggle and wobble as she cranked. The cool air from the ice in the bucket, as well as the rasping back and forth against the cotton of her dress caused her fat nipples to harden considerably. But he did not chide her for neglecting to put on her shift as he had ordered her to do. "My arm 'bout fall off yeah," she finally said to Molly. "Here, I ain't no big baby," Molly teased her sister. Early pursed his lips as Molly also began cranking fast and furious. It was obvious, at some time in between Thomas David's departure, and the fetching of the cane sugar syrup, Molly had removed her shift. Her breasts also jiggled and wiggled freely as she cranked and cranked. Early smirked; it was obvious that Molly was tiring and quickly. But Molly would not give her sister the satisfaction of seeing her fail. "It my turn yeah," he said and Molly gratefully relinquished the handle. He turned the crank until he felt a hard resistance to the crank and made Polly grab three bowls and three spoons. Then the three sat on the customers' stools and ate the treat. "Thank you, Daddy," Molly whispered and kissed him on his lips. They both giggled. "Your lips cold yeah," Early said. "Fixing tell you that too," Molly laughed. "Here, let me see," Polly begged and Early kissed the eighteen year old girl. "Ooh, they cold yeah!" Polly giggled. "Now go on, get out of here," Early said as he heard an automobile come to a stop outside. Their dresses clung to their shapely rumps as they scampered out the rear door. "Help you?" Early asked as two strangers came into the shop. One of the men was short and thin, with a pinched looking face. The other man was almost six feet tall, broad shouldered, handsome. The short, thin man plastered a smile on his face. The smile looked more like a grimace, but Early returned his smile. "Uh, yeah, yeah, uh, look here," the man said in an obvious New Orleans' accent. "We uh, we got us a couple of broads, see what I'm telling you?" "And you wanting you a ham?" Early asked. "Or maybe a good chicken? I got me a capon out back been feeding him plenty of corn he about..." "Naw, naw, we uh, Sam here and me? We hear you're the Joe in the know, the man go to, need a little sauce, huh? Huh? Ha ha," the smaller man said again. "The who?" Early asked. "See, these broads? They're wanting a little party, see what I'm telling you?" the smaller man lowered his voice. "Well, I got some cheese, goes good with the ham, or how about some corned beef?" Early suggested. "We're looking for some booze," Sam finally said, voice harsh, almost angry. "Yeah, yeah, see, these broads? They get a little of the sauce in them? They kind of get a little..." the smaller man looked around to make sure they were alone. "...they get a little wild, see what I'm telling you?" "This is a Butcher shop; I got meat. I got me some meat, a little dairy too, got me some eggs," Early said, indicating the shop with a wave of his hand. Then Early leaned toward the two men. The two men leaned toward Early. "But I don't got no booze no. That's illegal and I got me two girls and they ain't got them no momma," Early claimed. "I break the law, what going happen them?" "But our friend, he says you want the best hooch around, go see Earl Chopin," the smaller man protested. "This friend got him a name?" Early asked. "Thomas David Daigrepont," Sam said. "Never heard of him but you see him, you tell him he a liar and his daddy's a thief," Early smiled. "But these broads..." the smaller man spluttered. "Now, you get you some meat or get on out of here," Early said. "...they're expecting us to get them some booze!" the smaller man protested. "Next time, get you the booze," Early smiled. "THEN you get you the broads. Broads a lot easier find than booze yeah." "I thought Thomas David was keeping company with your uh, your older daughter," Sam questioned. "I'm ask her yeah, but I don't know me no Thomas David Daigrepont," Early shook his head. "Sound to me like some boy who got him a momma and daddy ain't never married, though." The two men left the building. Early carefully propped the shotgun back on the rack just under the counter. Then he wiped the sweat from the back of his neck. Outside, the two men looked around dejectedly. "Looks like your friend wasn't as reliable as you thought," the smaller man finally said. "Come on, let's go back to the office," Sam said. "Want to get a couple of doughnuts first?" the smaller man asked, indicating the bakery across the road. "Sure deal," Sam smiled. The afternoon sun hung low in the sky. Early had rid himself of the ham, as well as the corned beef. . Anna, Lady Emily DeGarde's servant came in and took the brisket, as well as the capon, then slid an envelope across the counter to Mr. Early. Early opened the envelope, read the order, and nodded to the colored woman. "tell Lady Emily 'bout ten, maybe little later tonight," Early agreed and the woman took the wrapped packages. She hastened to leave the shop when Sheriff Wilson Monroe eased his bulk into the shop. "Aw, girl you wait you a minute, I stop by, might even get down with you yeah," he offered the colored woman. "Oh, um, you sure?" the woman asked, smiling nervously. "Yeah, ain't no trouble and it too hot be walking and carrying all that meat," Sheriff smiled. "Hell, hot it is, that meat be cooked 'fore you even get there." The woman laughed at the Sheriff's jibe and quietly waited in the corner. "Sheriff, got something new been wanting you tell me what you think," Early said, pulled a flask and two glasses from under the counter. The large man watched as Early poured dark amber liquid into the two glasses. "Looks good," Wilton observed, holding the glass up and squinting. He swirled it around in the glass, then smelled it. "Um, um, um, aw yeah," he agreed, and then took a small sip. "Whew!" he finally said and drained the glass and held it out for more. "What that is?" he asked. "Used me some rye and then put it in some sugar maple barrels," Early disclosed as he poured some more of the whiskey into the glass. "Early, I tell you, that is your finest, yeah," the law man agreed. "Lady Emily going want her some," Anna quickly said, then gasped and opened her eyes wide. She knew, even as the servant of Lady Emily DeGarde, it was still impolite for a colored woman to interrupt two white men when they were talking. They could strike her for her impertinence and Mr. Early could even banish her from his store. "Yes ma'am, Miss Anna," Early smiled and Anna's stomach slowly unknotted. "Want you a little?" Wilton smiled at her. "You sure?" Anna asked cautiously. "Here," Wilton said, sliding his own glass toward her. She imitated the movements she'd seen him do, and then coughed as the harsh liquid burned her throat. The two men laughed, and Wilton nodded to Early. "I take one of your sweet and I'm want me one of that too; that's good yeah," the man ordered Early nodded in agreement and the Sheriff put a few crumpled dollar bills onto the counter. Early stepped out the rear door and nodded with satisfaction. Molly was busy giving the hogs their feed, while Polly was pushing the milk cows into their stalls. He took out his key, unlocked the padlock that secured the door of the smokehouse, and entered the suffocating interior. Sheriff Monroe nodded in appreciation as Early handed him the two wrapped packages. He ushered Anna to the door and even held it open for her, even though she was just a colored woman. In the Sheriff's automobile, Anna was grateful for the ride but did hope fervently that Sheriff Wilton Monroe would not be getting down. If he did get down at Miss Emily's house, he would expect a quick bit of fun in the room she and Belle shared. "Man, that Billy Huval, he 'bout done with that levee he making, huh?" Wilton commented as they passed by the burly Cajun and his deaf wife. He gave a small toot of the horn and waved to the two as they carted more dirt to the top of the hill they were forming. The woman looked in interest as her husband straightened and waved at the Sheriff. "Pretty little thing; damned shame she can't hear no," the sheriff said as the deaf woman smiled her wide open smile and returned the Sheriff's wave. "I put my hands over my ears, trying see what that's like," Anna admitted. "It ain't nice no." "Listen, I ain't got no time get down with you," Wilton admitted as he pulled up to the large house. "My Claire? She got her the cough." He indicated the two packages that rested on the seat between them. "Why I stopped by for that Sweet; clears that cough right up. Squeeze you a little lemon in there you got any? Best stuff for a cough yeah." "Oh, all right," Anna said, feigning disappointment. Shortly after the Sheriff and Anna had departed, Early locked up his shop and ushered the two girls upstairs. Together, the three made quick work of preparing their evening meal. "I'm stop by Lady Emily's little bit later on," Early said as he scraped the last of the rice and gravy from his plate. "I can go with you?" Molly immediately said. "Molly we talking late yeah," Early warned. But Polly also clamored to go; they both loved to see the large mansion. "And you wear you your shifts, hear?" Early ordered as both girls began to fill the large washtub with water. Molly stood at four feet, eleven inches, and Polly was only an inch or two taller, so both girls were able to squeeze into the tub together. "And don't be getting it all over the floor neither," Early warned, entering his bedroom. Despite his warnings, much water was splashed onto the floor. After the girls were done scrubbing the sweat and grime from their flesh, they bent to dry the hardwood floor. Early peeped through a crack in his door. Right now, Polly's rounded buttocks wiggled and waggled in view. He could see her pink anus, and just below, her pretty little pink slit framed by carrot orange hair. Molly's naked breasts hung down, full and ripe, as she sopped up the water. Her aureole were large and dark, capping the large round orbs. Molly sat up to wring her flannel sheet into the tub and Early could see the heavy profusion of hair that covered the girl's crotch. Her mother had possessed a similar thicket of hair, until Early had taken his razor, the same one he scraped across his face every evening, and whisked away Marianne's hair, leaving her smooth and hairless. He kept her that way until she suddenly took sick with consumption. Then Polly wiggled around and Early looked at her larger breasts with their red, almost reddish brown nipples. Molly's buttocks now loomed into view and Early saw that the girl, just like her mother, had a heavy carpet of hair covering her anus. Then both girls agreed that their task was completed and they scampered, breasts and buttocks bouncing, into their room. "And I mean it, yeah, you put them shifts on; I don't care it hot no," Early demanded as he stepped into the parlor. "Yes sir," Molly yelled through their closed bedroom door. "It never occurred to either girl to question how their father always seemed to know the moment that their bathing was completed. Early threw out the sudsy water, and then filled the tub again from the kitchen pump. Checking that the girls' door was shut Early stripped off his sweat stained clothing and immersed himself into the cool water. He scrubbed quickly, lathered up his face with the harsh lye soap, then with the straight razor, scraped his face clean He checked again that the girls' door was firmly shut. Three pulls on his fat cock and he spent a goodly portion of semen into the water. Then he dried himself off and pulled on his Union suit. "'Bout done?" he asked and immediately, Polly and Molly spilled into the hall, both in their Sunday's finest. Raise them hands up, touch the roof," he ordered. They did and Early nodded; they both had shifts on under the good dresses. And Polly was even wearing shoes on her feet. "All right, I get the truck ready, then we can go," he said. Chapter 2 Early dressed in black trousers and black shirt and even pulled on his black cap. Stepping into the yard, Early looked around. The moon was only a quarter full, so there was very little light, but he knew the yard by memory. Again, he unlocked the padlock for the smokehouse. Stepping in, he checked the embers, decided to put another few wet hickory logs onto the fire and then walked to the far wall. He pulled a panel aside and entered a smaller room. Miss Emily had ordered one case of his Regular, two cases of his Sweet, and Anna had requested a case of his Finest. He loaded the four wooden boxes onto a wagon, pulled it into the larger room, and then slid the panel shut again. He checked that the panel was snug, that there were no seams visible, and then wheeled the wagon to the door. Opening the door of the smokehouse, Early checked that the yard was still quiet, and then pulled the wagon out of the smokehouse. Once again, he made sure the padlock was securely closed and pulled the wagon to the garage. The wagon moved noiselessly; Early had made sure that the axles and bearings were well oiled. Likewise, the rear door of the garage also opened without noise. Early moved slowly, methodically, putting the four heavy wooden crates into the rear of the truck onto thick blankets. Then he put felt pads between the crates and finally, covered them with a large canvas tarpaulin. Then the wagon was placed into the truck, upside down, to keep it from rolling. A glance through the small window in the garage's door showed nothing amiss, so Early gave a very short but loud whistle and then opened the garage doors. Polly and Molly came out; skipping in their excitement and Early helped them into the cab of the truck, his meaty hand resting a moment or two on their haunches. His final action was to drop two shells into the double barreled twelve gauge shotgun and prop the stock between his legs. He released the hand brake and the truck coasted noiselessly out of the garage. Early pulled the brake back and frowned as there was a small 'squeak' heard. He stepped out of the truck, looked up and down the dirt road and still saw nothing out of place. Then he closed and padlocked the garage doors. With a roar, the powerful motor came to life and Early pressed on the accelerator. Next to him, Polly laughed; loving the rumble of the powerful engine. As soon as he turned left, an automobile's headlights flashed on and Early cursed under his breath. He recognized the automobile that the two strangers had been driving. "Hang on to something," he ordered and dropped the truck into second gear. "Oh no," Molly said, eyes wide with fear. "There he is!" Sam said s they saw the truck turn onto the road. "I see that," the smaller man agreed. Sam jammed the car's accelerator and wrenched the steering wheel to his left to block the truck. The truck jerked to the left and Sam twisted the wheel to his right and opened his mouth in shock as the truck quickly jerked back to the right and zoomed past, heading south. "Get him!" the smaller man screamed, outraged at Sam's stupidity. Sam whipped the wheel around; very nearly getting them stuck in the soft earth along the side of the road, but did manage to finally get them heading south. "They got turned around, Daddy," Polly said, kneeling on the seat and looking through the rear glass of the truck. "Thought for sure he'd get them stuck yeah," Early admitted. He then turned off the truck's lights. "What the..." Sam screamed as the truck suddenly vanished. "They turned off their lights, stupid," the smaller man snapped. "You can't go any faster?" Sam tightened his grip on the wheel and urged the car faster. "They really coming now, Daddy," Polly said voice giddy. "Uh huh," Early laughed and likewise pressed down heavily on his accelerator. He shifted rapidly from fourth gear back to first gear and slowed down enough to make the turn. In the pursuing automobile, Sam had to slam on his brakes and wrestle with the car to make the sudden turn. "Here he coming yeah," Polly said, voice high pitched with excitement. Early let them get close enough to see him in the beam of their headlights, and then he turned sharply to the left. He drove up Huval's Levee at an angle, enabling the truck to gain purchase on the steep mound of dirt. He then jammed the truck in reverse and drove rapidly backward along the top of the earthen wall. Then he stopped. "Oh!" Molly gasped as the other automobile plowed straight into the wall of loose dirt and bogged down, coming to a complete stop. Early then turned the lights on and they could see that the occupants of the car were unharmed. Dazed, shaken, but unharmed. Early carefully drove down the earthen wall, gave a cheerful little toot of his horn, then drove to the DeGarde mansion. At the mansion, Polly and Molly got out, gawking at the truly magnificent home. It stood three stories tall and both girls craned their heads, looking at the electric lights twinkling in the upper floors' windows. They'd been inside the home, into the very ornate parlor and into the exquisite kitchen. They could only guess at what elegant wonders the second and third floors held. Lucas, the colored man chuckled at the girls' childlike admiration of the home as he and Early made quick work of unloading the truck. "Thank you, Mr. Early," Lady Emily DeGarde said and both girls huddled together as the woman of the house approached. The woman stood at only five feet tall, the same height as Molly and Polly. But she kept her dark brown curls cut very short, and had a child's ribbon holding it in place. She also wore the short dress of a child and even had lace socks and highly polished shoes of a child on her feet. "Good evening, Lady DeGarde," Early said and bowed. The lady of the home giggled and curtsied. She then handed Early an envelope with cash, waved to the two awe-struck girls, then turned and skipped back into the large house. A moment later, Lady Emily returned, holding two large shortbread cookies in her hand. "Here, Anna made these just this morning; they're so good; want one?" the woman shrilled excitedly and the two girls looked at their father for his approval. "Tell Lady DeGarde thank you," Early said and nodded his appreciation as the colored man put the wagon into the truck again. "Thank you, Lady Emily," both girls mumbled, still gawking at the elegant home. The woman smiled and again skipped back into the house. Lucas nodded to Early, then bowed to the two girls and followed the lady of the house. Molly and Polly ate the cookies, both mumbling happily. The cookies tasted as rich and elegant as the home to the girls. Again, their father helped them up into the truck with a hand holding their small hand, and a meaty paw lifting them by their haunches. In the field, Sam and the smaller man stood next to their disabled automobile and looked dejectedly up and down the dirt road. "Hey, someone's coming," Sam said as he saw the truck's headlights. "That's him! Damn it, that's him!" the smaller man whined. "Girls, stay in the truck yeah," Early ordered and handed Polly the shotgun. "And they start anything, shoot them yeah." "What's he doing?" Sam asked as Early came to a stop, and then put the truck in reverse and backed up to the disabled automobile. "Look like you stuck bad," Early said pleasantly as he got out of the truck. "Why you..." the smaller man said and stuck is hand into his jacket, reaching for his gun. They both heard the hammer of the shotgun cocking back. "Nice and slow yeah," Early cautioned. The man slowly took his hand out and showed the before unnoticed occupants that his hands were empty. "Now, what you was doing when you got stuck?" Early taunted as he grabbed a chain from the bed of the truck. "This ain't no road." He looped the chain around the automobile's bumper, then the truck's bumper and linked the hook through a chain link. "It in neutral?" he asked Sam. "Yeah," Sam agreed. "All right," Early said and got back into the truck. The truck edged forward, the tires spun a little, and then the wheels gained traction and pulled the automobile slowly came free from the soft earth. He slowly pulled the automobile to the road, then stopped, got out and unhooked the chain. "So uh, what happened to the broads was looking for them a party?" Early asked, peering into the automobile. "Never you mind what happened to them," Sam barked. "Well, that a shame," Early smiled, tossed the chain into the rear of his truck's bed and got back into his truck. Back home, Early made the girls get out before he backed into the garage. "Now get on up and get in bed yeah," he ordered. "And I don't want hear no 'oh I'm so tired, oh I don't want get up no' you hear?" "Yes sir," Both girls said and scampered into the house. Inside the smokehouse, the logs were smoking heavily and Early's eyes watered as he parked the wagon inside. The panel was still in place, the meats still hung to smoke, and he nodded in satisfaction, then left. He heard some coyotes yelping but knew they were too far away for him to get a good shot at them. Inside their bedroom, Molly dutifully pulled on her long sleep shirt. Polly, however, did not. She flopped down on the bed, nude. "Polly best get your sleep shirt on yeah; daddy see you like that..." Molly hissed. "It too hot," Polly whined. "I know it hot I ain't stupid no," Molly said. "But you know Daddy." Their father seemed to know just when to enter their bedroom; he caught Polly getting under the covers as naked as the day she was born. "I tried tell her, Daddy," Molly said. "Come see," Early ordered the shaking Polly. The girl grabbed for her sleep shirt but Early shook his head. "No, come see, like that," he ordered. She hung her head and walked to where her father stood. He grabbed her arm and marched her into the parlor, sat in a hard wooden chair and pulled her across his lap. Polly knew better than to argue, or to plead for mercy. "I'm thinking, you just being silly, you just being naughty but you ain't trying be bad, what you think? Ten?" Early asked. "Yes sir," Polly agreed. His left arm rested against her hanging breasts as he propped her across his lap. His right hand rubbed her full, smooth buttocks. She tensed up when he quit rubbing her soft flesh but no blow came. She relaxed, wondering what he was hesitating for. "Aiee!" she cried out as he did suddenly slap her left buttock, quite hard. "Aiee!" she cried out when a second one landed on her right buttock. "Ooh!" she moaned as a third, fourth, fifth and sixth blow came, alternating between her buttocks. So intent was she on the pain in her buttocks, she did not notice her father's hand kneading her full breasts; that he was alternating between squeezing the left and the right breast. Too soon for Early, but not soon enough for Polly, the tenth blow was administered and Early helped the girl to her feet. "Now, give me a kiss," Early demanded and Polly did kiss his lips, and then walked to the bedroom. "Told you," Molly whispered as a tearful Polly pulled on the night shirt. Chapter 3 True to his prediction, both girls were sluggish, surly the following morning. "I need get my strop?" he finally asked, which did improve their demeanor considerably. "Corn coming today," he said and looked up when Polly let a groan escape. "Yes sir," she quickly amended. It was another brutally hot day, but a quick rainstorm did bring on some temporary relief. But, when the rain had passed, the sun again bore down and the steam rose up from the ground. "How do, Bob Tillman politely said as he unloaded several bushels of corn. Polly and Molly were both polite but did not encourage conversation; Bob Tillman would talk your ear off if you gave him an opportunity. Polly and Molly helped the man fill the corn crib; it was hot, dusty work. "Daddy, corn here yeah," Molly finally called out through the rear door of the shop. "See that," he agreed. Early waited until Bob Tillman's truck was out of sight, waited another twenty minutes, then locked the front door of the shop, walked quickly through the rear door of the shop and replaced the padlock on the rear gate of the yard. Then he unlocked the smokehouse and both girls resolutely entered the nearly pitch black interior. Then he padlocked the door again. (There was an escape route through the wall next to the corn crib, which backed up to the smokehouse. The corn crib did block the door from sight. But, unless they used the escape door, Polly and Molly would be locked in the smokehouse for the next six hours. Polly tested the door; sure enough, it was securely locked. Then she stripped off her smock. as Molly opened the hatch to let the first ears of corn fall into the sweltering hot room. "Polly!" Molly scolded when the light coming in through the hatch disclosed her sister's nudity. A large bucket of water sat next to the pit and molly dropped the corn husks into that, and then threw the wet skins onto the smoldering embers. Soon, the room was filled with the smell of the husks smoldering and the sounds of the wet vegetation sizzling. Just when Molly was about to beg Polly to open the escape hatch, they heard their father knock twice on the door. Polly stifled her squeal as she hurriedly pulled her dress on. They rushed out of the overpowering heat into the late afternoon sun, gasping and wheezing for breath. Their father went into the smokehouse, lay some more logs onto the pit and nodded in satisfaction as the cooker slowly heated the water. "Supper already ready yeah, y'all done good," he praised, coming out and again padlocking the door. Twice more, Early ran across Sam and his smaller companion. On these jaunts, he did not have Molly and Polly with him; they had no interest in the Siegel home in Hardington Acres, Louisiana. They did like to look at Jack Mills' home in Jack's Creek, Louisiana. but Jack's nephew made the girls very uncomfortable with his lecherous comments. knowing the roads, knowing the topography, where the ground was firm or soft , Early was able to elude Sam and his companion, even on the second delivery when they used separate vehicles in an attempt to box his truck in. Chapter 4 "Afternoon, Mr. Chopin," Sam said amiably as he and his smaller partner entered the shop. "Good afternoon; got yourselves stuck in any fields lately?" Early smiled. "No sir," Sam chuckled. "Mighty glad you came along with that truck of yours; we'd probably still be there." "Especially after that rainstorm," Early agreed. "Why you don't just call me Early, huh?" "Well, Mr. Early, just wanted to stop by and tell you 'so long,'" the smaller man said. "Oh?" Early asked, eyebrows raised. "Daddy, here's them plates," Molly called out, bringing the two dinner plates with her. She stopped and she and Sam stared at each other for a long moment. "Uh, yeah, yes sir, I've been called back to the main office in Baton Rouge," the smaller man said, staring intently at the girl's breasts in the damp cotton smock. "And you?" Early asked Sam. "I uh, I'm going back to Lafayette," Sam finally said, tearing his eyes from the warm brown eyes of Molly Chopin. "Well, I'm miss you," Early said. "Might get kind of quiet around here, y'all not following me around as I stop by my friends. Wait here; I get you something, hear?" He opened the door to the ice house and stepped inside for a moment. Sam and Molly continued to stare at each other. "Here you go, little sausage for your trip' something chew on, hear?" he said, holding out two greasy papers. "Thank you, sir," Sam said and shook Early's hand. "Yeah, thanks," the smaller man said, also shaking Early's hand. He leaned close to Early. "I know you was running some liquor, Mr. Early, I just know you was," he said. "Now, you know that ain't legal no," Early smiled. "But, that was twice you could have just left us out there all night and you didn't," the man conceded. "Leaving y'all out there ain't right; you don't do people like that," Early said "But since we ain't never caught you, hell, we ain't never seen nothing, they want us back," Sam said and again shook Early's hand. Outside, the two men stood in front of their separate automobiles. "You going tell Mrs. Meche good bye?" Sam asked, nodding across the road at the older woman's shop. "Naw, going show her how I poke holes in doughnuts back in Baton Rouge," the smaller man laughed. Inside the shop, Molly watched as Sam climbed into a large black sedan. "That corn about ready, huh?" Early asked. "Polly says it is but I tasted it and it got another day," Molly agreed, tearing her eyes away from the window. Three days later, Anna, Lady Emily's servant, was picking up some links of sausage and placing another order for a run of alcohol when the large black sedan came to a stop in front of the store. "Thought he was gone," Early muttered when Sam got out of the automobile. Unlike Thomas David, Sam didn't groom and preen in the car window's reflection. He did straighten out his necktie, but otherwise came into the store as he was. "Hello; they send you back out here?" Early smiled. "Sir, no; I'm out here on my own accord," Sam admitted. "And what can I do for you?" Early asked. "Sir, I'd like your permission to come calling on your daughter, uh, Molly; I think that's her name, the brown haired girl?" Sam said, blushing hotly. "Fine by me; let's see what she got to say 'bout it," Early agreed. Early whispered a time that evening to Anna, then went to the rear of the shop. He opened the door and Polly was once again caught with her dress up to her waist, fanning her private area with her painted fan. "Molly, come see," Early barked. "Polly, I talk with you later, hear?" "Yes sir?" Molly said. "Put them shoes on and come see," Early barked, still frowning at Polly. Molly stumbled slightly when she saw the handsome man in the shop. "This here's Sam Davis; he wants to come calling on you," Early said, pointing to the hopeful man. "Oh," Molly said, feeling quite lightheaded. "That all right?" Early asked, fixing her with a squint. "That all right with you?" Molly asked. "When you ain't working?" Early asked Sam. "Well, I'm off coming Sunday," Sam said. "You taking Molly fishing off Huval's Levee," Early said. He smiled. "You know how find it yeah, you ran right into it other night," Early said. "Daddy!" Molly giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. "Yes sir," Sam nodded. "Molly, I'll see you about nine Sunday, all right?" "We'll have us a little picnic out there," Early agreed. Polly sulked when Molly gave her the exciting news and was surly, earning herself a belt spanking for her indecent behavior, and her sassing at the dinner table. Early would have liked to use his hand, but the girl's surly behavior called for the strop. Ten swats did improve her attitude. As always, after he put her on her feet again, Early demanded and got a kiss from the sobbing girl. Sam had expected a 'girly girl' when he came calling but was pleasantly surprised to see that Molly Chopin was indeed ready to go fishing. She wore a clean pair of overalls and a man's shirt along with hard soled boots. She also had her own fishing rod in her small hand. Her long brown hair was piled on top of her head, her one concession that this was more than just a fishing trip. Early and Polly followed the pair in their truck as Sam and Molly drove toward the levee in Sam's sedan. "We'll be over there," Early said, pointing about twenty yards further east. "'Bout noon, we be back for us a little lunch yeah," "Think he like you yeah," Molly whispered as Polly and Early walked away. "Why you say that?" Sam asked and looked again as Molly sent a beautiful cast out over the brackish water of the Atchafalaya. "He didn't like you, they'd be right there," Molly pointed at the brass between her and Sam. Sam smiled and Molly smiled too. They talked quietly, two young adults getting to know each other. Sam managed to catch a branch and Molly caught a small fish that they both decided was too small to keep and they threw it back into the waters. They heard Polly shriek excitedly and Early's encouragements. They continued to chat and even held hands for a moment. "It time for lunch yeah, Polly show them what you caught you, huh?" Early said, tromping over to the two lovebirds. "Would you look at that, huh?" Sam whistled as Polly proudly held up a twelve pound trout. This time, it was Early and Sam that talked quietly, while Molly and Polly listened. At three o'clock, Early declared an end to their fishing; Molly had managed to catch a fish while Sam had nothing but another branch to show for his efforts. Polly had added another nine pound to her twelve pound trout. "You sit out on the porch; Polly come get you when the fish ready," Early said. "Yeah he like you," Molly giggled happily as they sat on the upper porch that looked out onto the dirt road in front of their shop and home. "Why you say that?" Sam smiled. "He didn't like you, I'd be in there doing the cooking," Molly said. Early did like the man, but still kept the curtain parted so he could look on the two from time to time. "What they doing?" Polly asked. "You don't know what kissing look like?" Early asked as he stopped and looked at Sam and Molly. "Well yeah, but that ain't kissing," Polly said, watching. "Come see," Early demanded and Polly came to him. "They doing it like this," Early said, and pulled her to him. "No, no, open your mouth," Early said and Polly did. She gasped and stepped back, shocked, as she felt her father's tongue enter her mouth. It had felt odd, sensual. She had felt the kiss on her lips, on her tongue, all the way down to her chest and below. "That why it look funny," Early said and glanced at Molly and Sam again. He made quick work of fileting the fish, and quickly fried the fish, along with some potatoes and some corn meal. "Tell them we fixing eat without them yeah," Early said as he pulled the last of the fish filets from the hot oil. "We fixing eat without you yeah," Polly said, stepping outside, catching a glimpse of Sam's hand quickly jerking away from Molly's breasts. "All that work Molly put in catching that fish?" Sam said, pulling Molly to her feet. "That ain't happening." "And don't forget them two branches you brung up," Early smiled, letting them know he may have been 20 yards away, but he'd paid attention to them. After the meal, Early brought out the coffee and again, it was he and Sam that talked while Polly and Molly cleaned up the kitchen. Then Molly and Sam were again allowed to sit out on the porch to talk. "They kissing funny again," Polly announced. "Polly, you come see," Early ordered. "Yeah, they kissing funny, it feel good," Early whispered. "Just leave them be, huh?" Polly squinted as the couple continued to chat in between kisses, until a little slap on her backside from Early convinced her to find something else to occupy her time. The third time he saw Sam's hand go where it shouldn't be going, though, Early made a good deal of noise walking to the door. "Will we be seeing you again, Mr. Davis?" Early asked, stepping outside. "If Molly will have me," Sam agreed, getting to his feet. "When your next day off?" Early asked. "Uh, hmm, that would be this coming Friday," Sam agreed. "I heard they playing a talking picture show over at the Westgate; how about we see you there?" Early stated. "That would be wonderful," Sam agreed. "Molly?" "Oh, I like the talking picture shows so much!" Molly happily nodded. That night, as she lay in the bed she shared with her sister, Molly reached down under the hot, sticky bedsheets, raised the hem of her sleep shirt, and sought out the little button at the top of her furry cleft. "Mmm, oh!" she whined as she replayed the hot, sensual kisses she and Sam had shared. She grabbed one of her breasts with her other hand and let out a lo moan as her pleasure overtook her. With a final shudder, Molly was still. In a small office in Lafayette, Louisiana, Sam Davis negotiated around one of the many desks crammed into the small room. "Hey, Sam, you know a Thomas David Daigrepont?" Charlie called out. "Yeah, little weasel," Sam agreed, sitting down at one of the less cluttered desks. "Why?" "Just came over the telegraph," Charlie said and handed Sam the note he'd scribbled out. Sam stared as he read about his former acquaintance being found mutilated. Anna Korsakov calmly admitted to the mutilation. "He kiss other girl," she said in clipped English when they asked her why she'd sliced off his lips. "He hug other girl," she shrugged when they asked her why she had hacked his arms off. "He schtupped other girl," she shrugged when they asked her why she had removed his genitals. Thomas David Daigrepont begged, as best he could without lips, for them to please put a bullet into his head, please end his suffering. "Hey, Guys, how about y'all turn your backs for a moment?" Barney Feldman asked, half-joking. "I just want to introduce Anna here to my wife's friend." "She still seeing that singer?" Joe Weddington asked sympathetically. "They're just friends," Barney snorted. "Just friends, my eye." Chapter 5 Father James O'Toole smiled wearily as Earl Chopin proudly walked Molly toward the altar. Even though it was a beautiful November day outside, inside St. Elizabeth, it was suffocating. At the altar, Polly stood, ill at ease in the snug dress. Molly tried to smile when her father lifted her veil, but she couldn't meet his eyes. And her private area itched horribly, despite a liberal dusting with corn starch. "Molly, come see," Early had called out the previous evening. "Polly, need you pick out four chickens and a piglet for tomorrow, hear?" Then her father had taken her into his bedroom, holding his razor strop and straight razor. "I done this with your Momma and oh! At first? She hated it yeah," Early said as he shaved off a bit of the lye soap into a mug. "But after a bit, got where it just felt better being that way," Early said and poured some hot water into the mug. He beat the water and soap with a stiff brush until foam was almost dripping out of the large mug onto the floor. When he had her pull dress and shift off, Molly wanted to die of embarrassment. When he used the brush to lather up her most intimate area, she knew she would die of mortification. Her father made several passes with his razor, reapplied the foam and again scraped at her flesh with his razor. But when he had her turn and put her hands on his bed, she very nearly ran from the room. She felt the brush where she had never felt anything but pages from the Sears-Roebuck catalogue. Outside, she could hear Polly as the girl hammered up the stairs. Molly prayed that her sister would see the closed door and respect their privacy. "It start growing back, you tell your husband take him his razor and do this, Early said, and wiped away the foam with a clean flannel cloth. A dusting of corn starch, a kiss to the lips, and Molly was allowed to put her shift and dress on again. Now, in the stifling heat of the church, Molly turned and smiled up at Sam and his happiness shone through his eyes. Looking into his eyes, she very nearly forgot about the infernal itching. Then the twenty three people made a caravan from the church to Early's home, for a lunch of fried chicken and ham and potatoes and corn and biscuits. Early served iced tea and lemonade with the hot meal. If Sam and his law enforcement buddies noticed that many guests were stepping outside onto the back porch, with their glasses in hand, they said nothing. If they noticed that these guests were returning a few moments later, glasses holding more liquid than before, they said nothing. Lady Emily DeGarde did not attend either wedding or party, even though she had been invited. But she did send Anna and Lucas to assist Mr. Early. And Lucas brought along the photographic equipment Lady Emily DeGarde had purchased for such occasions. "And big smiles; this a happy day," Lucas encouraged as the bride and groom stood with the bride's father and the groom's father and mother. Swapping out the plates, Lucas posed them for another portrait. Then, the party was over. Polly found her father, sitting on his bed, weeping. He had done something he very rarely did; helped himself to some of his own liquor. "Why you crying?" Polly softly asked, sitting next to him on the edge of the bed. "My baby gone," Early moaned. "I held her day she came into this world, I held her when she just learning walk, and now I never hold her again." "But you got me yeah," she said, hugging him. "And then some man come and take you away too," he sobbed out, squeezing her tightly. "Daddy ain't no man even say nothing to me no," she sadly said and put her small head on his shoulder. "Then they all stupid yeah; you a beauty," he said firmly. Night fall came early, being November; Polly made as much progress as she could with their animals, now being the only set of hands. Then, sweating despite the cool breeze blowing in off the Atchafalaya, Polly climbed the stairs. Anna and Lucas had cleaned up the plates and silverware; it had belonged to Lady Emily DeGarde, and had also taken much of the leftover food with them. But Polly scrounged together a large plate of the food and took the platter to her father's bedroom. Father and daughter sat up in his large bed, eating off the same plate, until there was nothing but chicken bones. "Thank you," Early drunkenly mumbled. "I don't know why Molly want get married leave all this behind," Polly declared. "Being married feel good," Early chuckled at his daughter's childishness. "How it feel good?" Polly asked, putting the large plate on the bedside table. "Know how they was kissing funny?" Early asked, smiling. "With their mouths all open," Polly said. "Well, they do that all over and it feel good," Early said and took another sip of his whiskey. "All over?" Polly asked, freckled face wrinkled in confusion. "Here," Early said and touched her breasts. "Daddy!" Polly gasped, and then giggled. "They do not?" "And here," Early smiled and touched her belly. "For real?" Polly gasped. "And here," Early said and touched her crotch through the material of her dress. "They don't!" she gasped, sure that her father was just making that up. "And here," he said and touched her knee, which made her giggle. "And here, he said and playfully wiggled one of her toes. "Just that one toe?" she asked, now sure he was just being playful. "Oh, yeah, just that one," he said and sipped some more of Early's Finest. "The other ones all taste rotten." "Sometime they smell all rotten," she agreed. "And when they all finished kissing all that, then they kiss here," Early said and poked her round backside. "Aw Daddy! Oh that ain't right no!" Polly protested. A few moments of silence passed. Early took another sip of his drink. "Why you, why you shave all Molly's, you know?" Polly asked and pointed to her crotch as she blushed hotly. "So when her husband kiss her he don't get no hair," Early said, drunk enough to blurt out the truth. "You mean they really do..." she gasped, shocked. "Well yeah, I done said they do that; why I tell you a falsehood?" Early asked, chuckling at her scandalized expression. "They kiss..." she said and showed waggling her tongue. "...like that? On her..." "Well yeah, and then she kiss him on his..." Early grabbed his semi-erect cock and Polly's eyes bulged. "They do not!" she protested. "Yeah and she do it good, he shoot his seed all into her mouth and she swallows it up," Early said and again chuckled at her expression. "Then what they do?" Polly asked breathlessly. "Then it depend," Early shrugged. "Me and your momma? Well, sometimes we try see if we get us another Molly or Polly, we was going name her Dolly." "Aw," Polly agreed. "And sometime? She drunk enough my Sweet? We put my manhood in..." Early said and poked Polly's ample backside. "No!" Polly said, mouth open. "Keep that open, you get you a bug," Early warned. "And what that do?" Polly whispered. "Getting you a bug?" Early asked. "No, putting your... In here..." Polly asked. "Oh that," Early said and emptied his glass and refilled it from the large bottle. He took another hard pull on the liquor and shrugged again. "Well, she found out about it when she went her to Paris," Early said. "Said you take you a little lard, get it all slick, and then..." "And Molly going do that?" Polly asked, voice an excited whisper. "Probably; gave her and Sam a bottle of Sweet and gave him a thing of lard," Early admitted, frowning. He didn't like to think of his little Molly having intercourse with Sam. He did think of how pretty her pubic mound had looked when he removed all the hair. It had looked even prettier than their mother's had looked. His cock swelled to its fullest. "It getting late yeah," he slurred and drank some more. "Need get on to bed." "But I want hear more about what they do," Polly said. "What? How they kiss?" he asked and leaned over and jammed his tongue into her mouth. Polly was too surprised to fight him off. She did squirm when his hand roughly grabbed her breast. "Or how they..." he said and unbuttoned two of her the buttons on her dress and grabbed her bare breasts. She squirmed again; little pulses of pleasure were beginning to ripple through her from his calloused hands gripping her breasts, rasping against her fat nipples. "Or..." he said and slipped her dress from her shoulders and sucked one hard nipple into his mouth. "Oh! Daddy!" Polly cried out. She couldn't help but giggle when he began to nibble and nip at her tummy; his five o'clock shadow tickled her pale belly. "You really..." Polly asked as he eased her dress and shift down over her hips and began playfully tugging at her bright red hair with his teeth. Early sought out her clitoris and sucked her to a screaming orgasm. He licked and sucked her fat little pussy lips while she caught her breath from her orgasm. Then he sucked her to a second orgasm, then again licked and sucked her essences from her while she caught her breath. Her third orgasm, he made sure to lash her pleasure bud as hard as he could while sucking forcefully on her clitoris. Then while she lay, gasping and groaning, he pulled his clothing off. Polly looked up weakly when she felt something press against her lips. She opened her mouth and Early slipped his cock into her hot mouth. Just a few strokes and he held her head firmly as he pumped his semen down her throat. "Now, this next one going hurt yeah," he warned as he released his grip on her head. "I should get the lard?" Polly excitedly asked Early's cock jumped at the thought of slipping his cock into her plump backside; he had intended to pluck her maidenhead. But if he used her posterior, she would still have a maidenhead for her husband. "Well, yeah, that what you do," he said and drank a little more whiskey. She scampered, nude, to the kitchen, grabbed the jar of lard, and scampered back, jar held firmly against her large breasts. Early made her lay down next to him, and again, they kissed passionately while he played with her large breasts. Then he made her lay on her stomach and positioned himself between her legs. She giggled, cooed, and groaned as he licked at her sweaty anus. Then she gasped and groaned as he used one hand to pull her buttocks apart and just jammed his greasy finger into her rectum. "Oh that feel kind of strange yeah," she admitted. She said the same thing when he introduced a second finger. When he introduced his second finger, though, he also began teasing her fat clitoris with his thumb. "Oh, Daddy yeah!" she groaned when he added a third greasy finger. What Early had not told his sweet, naive daughter, was, while Marianne would let him sodomize her, Marianne had absolutely despised it. Polly, however, thrashed in blissful agony as Early slowly forced his manhood into her bowels. She rubbed Mattingly against the brocade on the bed's coverlet and she shivered as she felt her father's entire weight pressing her nipples and clitoris against the bed. "I uh, oh my God!" Polly screamed in orgasm. Having already emptied much of his balls into her hot sucking mouth, Early was able to get a good, strong rhythm going and pulled his cock out, then thrust it back into her. With a roar, he gave one last lunge and pumped his semen into her fundament. Then he rolled off, wheezed for a moment, and then began snoring heavily. In a dimly lighted hotel room in New Orleans, a bell hop was putting Sam and Molly's clothing into the small armoire, while chatting pleasantly with the couple. "And of course, you have to get some beignets and chicory coffee, not right now, of course, but tomorrow; right there, Jackson Square. Can't miss it," the man said. "Thank you; we will," Sam promised, pressed a dollar coin into the man's hand and then closed the door behind the man. Molly looked up at her handsome husband and giggled nervously. She gratefully unbuckled her shoes and then stood up in her bare feet. "I uh, so what you want do, Mr. Davis?" She asked. "I don't know, Mrs. Davis, what you want do?" Sam smiled. "Oh!" Molly gasped, clapping her hands. "That my name now!" He reached down and kissed her, softly at first, then with growing urgency. "And now, since we don't have to worry about your Daddy, or your sister watching us," he said, finally releasing her lips. "We can do that all we want." "And I want do that a lot, yeah," she admitted. "And we can..." Sam said, kissed her again, his tongue thrusting into her moaning mouth. His hands caressed her substantial chest, made all the more impressive because of her small stature. She moaned a little louder. "You can even see them now, you want to," Molly whispered when he ceased kissing her. "I want to yeah," he admitted. Lady Emily DeGarde had given Molly a beautiful silk shift and Molly was grateful she'd worn the beautiful garment underneath her travelling dress. She stepped back, gave Sam a playful smile, and unbuttoned one, then another, and another button, then wiggled and the dress slithered off of her and billowed out on the floor. Molly, you're beautiful," Sam sighed, his erection trapped in his boxers. "And you ain't even seen me yet," Molly promised and again began to slowly unbutton the small pearl buttons on the handmade shift. She used her small hands to hold the garment shut, then smiled playfully and quickly flashed her right breast. Then she quickly exposed, then covered her right breast. Then, she pulled both panels apart, exposing her entire body to his sweating face and turned around as the garment fluttered to the ground. "You still think I'm beautiful?" she asked, peering over her right shoulder at him. "More beautiful than I'd ever imagined," he answered truthfully. He picked her up easily, and lay her on the hotel bed. Then he kicked off his shoes and crawled onto the bed next to her. She moaned into his mouth as his hands roamed all over her body while they kissed. His thumbs pressed against her fat nipples and they hardened even more. Then he began sucking on them, alternating and she whimpered, pressing her small hands to the back of his head. She wiggled and laughed as he gave little bites to the undersides of her heavy breasts, then moaned again when he nibbled on her soft belly. "Oh, Sam!" she cried out when his mouth descended to her plump pubic mound. Sam had never performed oral sex before but had enough wherewithal's to assume that she'd like to be licked where he intended to stick his manhood. Two swipes of his fat tongue up and down the very wet cleft and Molly spread her legs wide to give him more access. Uh!" she gasped when his probing tongue brushed against her little bump. The second time she grunted, Sam figured out that he'd found the source of her pleasure. "Aiieee!" she screamed in orgasm and Sam chuckled as she tried to force his head into her plump pussy. "Oh Sam!" she gasped when she was finally able to speak again. She watched through glazed eyes as he stripped off his own clothing. She couldn't help but giggle at how funny his manhood looked when he finally exposed it to her. His hairy chest got a good deal of her attention; she rubbed her small hands, then her face all over it. Then she kissed him where his heart beat hard against his chest. Her licking at his nipples actually made him squirm and she stopped. She then licked her way down to where his manhood stood, proud and firm. "To Sam's horror, though, the moment her small hands clumsily gripped his cock, his semen erupted. A geyser of sperm hurtled toward the ceiling, and then splashed down again, coating his belly. Molly continued to stroke and milk his cock, until, with a groan, Sam pushed her hands away. When he finally caught his breath, he pulled her up and kissed her. "I love you," he quietly told her. "Love you too yeah," she sighed, happy in his embrace. Then he was snoring. A moment later, she began to snore lightly. Chapter 6 Early woke up with a horrendous headache and a powerful thirst. He wondered how much he had drank; he could tell that he was unclothed and had not even bothered to get underneath the covers. Then he felt eyes on him. Slowly, he pried his eyes open and rolled over to look into his daughter's warm brown eyes. She smiled happily, and then kissed him like a lover would. "Love you yeah," she declared, then pulled her sleep shirt on and scampered out the bedroom. Moments later, he could smell ham frying. Wearily he got to his feet, relieved his aching bladder into the small chamber pot, then dressed "It ready yeah," Polly happily called out just as he was lacing his shoes. "Thank you, Sweetheart; you're a good daughter," Early declared. "Better than Molly yeah?" Polly teased. "Well, yeah," Early agreed, taking his seat at the table. "Molly up and married and leave me yeah." Father and daughter ate, then because Molly was not there, Early helped with the animals. From time to time, Early would feel his daughter's eyes on him. When he would look, the girl would either giggle, or kiss him, or both. Her happiness was infectious and soon his aches and pains were but memories. Because it was Sunday, the butcher's shop was not open. But there was still plenty of work to be done, especially since the latest corn mash was just about ready for filtering. Early left Polly to her own devices while he worked in the smokehouse. The only light was provided by the reddish embers and Early added another wet log to the coals. But he didn't need light to perform his work. Finally, he was done and sluiced the corn mash itself into the storage troughs. Then he stepped out into the yard and coughed a few times, to clear his lungs of the smoke. He could see Polly on the lower porch, most likely to stay out of the sun. Even in November, the sun could burn her delicate skin easily. He stepped up onto the porch and took a seat. Polly looked up from her diary and smiled at her father. "So quiet no Molly thought I'd write about what we done," she said. Early shot a quick look at his daughter's childish scratches and scrawls to read about her sister's wedding, how beautiful Molly had been, and how handsome he, their father had been. So far, the girl had not written about her father's sodomy of her. While Polly was scratching and scratching on the white pages of her diary, Molly and Sam were wandering around the French Quarter. In one of the small shops along a side street, a colored woman with a heavy Haitian accent bade them enter, fixed them some strong tea and examined their cups after they'd consumed the bitter liquid. "Your hand, please," she demanded and Sam held out his hand. "Enjoy each day, child, enjoy each day with your wife," the woman commanded. "Each day is a gift." She then commanded Molly's hand and squinted at it. A slow, knowing smile creased her face and she looked into Molly's eyes. "You will be happy. At first, you will not think it possible, but you will be happy," the woman said cryptically. Sam gave the woman two dollars for the tea and hand analysis and they did stop at a café along the river for lunch. Then, with giggles, and furtive glances at each other, husband and wife returned to their hotel room. Again, Sam admired his wife's beauty as she undressed. Then he undressed as well and lay down on the bed next to her. Their kisses went very quickly from playful little pecks to the heated kisses of lovers. Those kisses Sam placed on her throat, then on her full breasts and her plump belly. Molly shook and shuddered in pleasure as Sam licked and sucked at her pubic mound. Then she gazed up into his eyes as he placed the head of his manhood to the entrance of her slit. It being Sam's first time with a virgin, he very clumsily just drove it in, just as he would with the two prostitutes he'd enjoyed before. Molly sucked in a shuddering gasp and growled out in pain as her hymen was torn away. Sam did not notice his bride's discomfort; his penis was encircled by a very hot, very tight velvet glove. He happily pulled himself halfway out and thrust forward again. In time, Molly's discomfort gave away to dullness and she put her arms around her large, handsome husband. Soon enough, Molly felt Sam spill his seed into her and she kissed him happily as he pulled out, rolled over, and fell asleep. Moments later, she too fell asleep. As the two lovebirds napped, Polly pointed out to her father that they'd finished all of their chores, at least until suppertime. "What you fixing do?" Early asked. In answer, Polly opened the cabinet and pulled out the large jar of lard. She looked hopefully at her father and squealed happily when he nodded in agreement. Again, he kissed her soft lips, then her beautiful breasts. His rough face made her giggle as he kissed her soft belly. She sighed in pleasure when he licked her cleft and stiffened then screamed in orgasm when he sucked on her clitoris. Then, instead of lubricating his manhood, her father placed the head of his manhood at the opening of her cleft and pushed forward. Polly's eyes opened wide as her maidenhead was torn away. Unlike Sam, Early knew to pause, to let his lover become accustomed to his presence. "Oh!" Polly finally let out a shuddering sigh. Early then pulled himself halfway out, and then slowly pushed in again. He sucked a kiss from her gasping lips and slowly picked up the pace. Polly grunted and drove herself up to meet his downward thrusts. Moments later, she screamed in orgasm and felt her father's semen spill into her. Then Early did lubricate his manhood, as well as her rectum. "Oh I like that yeah," Polly sighed as her father's cock thrust in and out of her bowels. When his fingers rubbed, then pinched her clitoris, Polly stiffened, then screamed a guttural scream of orgasm. "Ugh!" Early groaned as he pumped a hot stream of semen into her fundament. They did nap briefly, but hunger and chores roused them. "Love you yeah," Polly said, again kissed him like a lover, and then scampered to dress so she could feed the animals. Early did not scamper; his bones hurt too much for scampering. He dressed at a leisurely pace, and then helped her with the animals. In their French Quarter hotel room, hunger had also roused Sam and Molly. But Sam had a more pressing desire than hunger and again buried his manhood into his wife's cleft. This time, though, without the pain of losing her maidenhead, Molly too found it quite pleasurable and shuddered in orgasm. Hunger forgotten, Molly used her mouth to revive her husband's flagging member and again they enjoyed their union. Finally, though, hunger pushed them to dress and scamper down to the hotel's dining room. Food consumed, Molly pulled Sam back up the stairs and urged him to penetrate her again. "Oh, hey, your father, he uh, he gave us this," Sam said and showed Molly the jar of lard. "He say why?" Molly asked, pulling on the buttons of her dress. Sam's taking of Molly's bowels was no less abrupt than his taking of her hymen. While Sam certainly enjoyed the experience, Molly found it painful and afterward, quite uncomfortable. But it made her husband very happy, so Molly decided she could learn to like it as well. Sam had paid extra for them to have a room with a private bath and the two lovers made use of this. Molly even had Sam use his razor to whisk away some of the stubble that was beginning to show. Not having any corn starch, Molly used the lard to soothe the razor burn. While she readied for bed, Sam used the razor on his face, but declined to soothe his face with the lard. At the butcher shop, early on Monday morning, , Early helped his daughter with the chores, then licked and sucked her to a pleasurable orgasm while she used her mouth on his manhood to coax his seed out. Later that morning, Early stood, leaning against the counter in his store. Mrs. Meche, attempting to hide her growing belly with her basket, waddled across the dirt road and placed her usual order for eggs, cream, butter, and lard. She did wonder briefly about Early's smirk when she said 'lard' but did not ask. Early stepped onto the back porch and told Polly to gather the eggs for Mrs. Meche. 'Daddy is my husband now so I don't care Molly did marry Mr. Sam,' Early read in his daughter's diary, which she had left on the small table. "Daddy!" Polly cried out. "You not supposed read that no." "Like I can read what this is, huh?" Early teased her. "I thought that was some chicken scratching that." Polly helped Mrs. Meche carry the purchases across the street, grateful that the cooler weather meant less dust on her bare legs and feet. Again, Mrs. Meche tried to ply Polly's affection with sweets, but Polly politely refused. "Oh, but that wedding cake you done was so good," she praised the woman before leaving the shop. "Why she getting fat?" Polly asked her father when she returned. Early chuckled and patted her on her plump rump. "She fixing have her a baby," he informed the girl. "A baby?" Polly gasped. "And she ain't got her no husband no!" "Way it is sometimes," Early said. He kissed her softly on her shoulder. "And what you do you fixing have you a baby?" he softly asked. "Be so happy yeah," Polly admitted. "You ain't married," he reminded her. "You ain't neither," she giggled and kissed him. After a week of their honeymoon, Sam and Molly returned to Lafayette, Louisiana. Molly set up the small house on Louise Street and fixed Sam large breakfasts then woke him (as he pretended to sleep) with her mouth on his manhood. If he came home for dinner, they rarely ate dinner, but instead used the hour long break to thrash around on the large bed. Molly would start on supper just as soon as her man left for his afternoon shift. Once a week, Molly would send a letter home and then wait for her father or Polly to respond. Then, usually five days after her letter went out; she'd receive an envelope from the butcher shop. Chapter 7 "We got us another one," Polly happily cried as the postman dropped off an envelope with her sister's familiar handwriting. But this wasn't Molly's usual letter of simple declarations of love and loneliness. This wasn't a tale of how many arrests her husband had made since the last letter. A folded newspaper article detailed how Sam Davis, stopping off at a local bank to cash his paycheck, had walked into a bank robbery. Francis 'Piggy' Pignaud and his common law wife, Ester Brown, had dashed across the Texas-Louisiana border and decided to try their luck in Lafayette bank. The three tellers and the bank's assistant manager had their hands up when Sam walked in. "Freeze, Special Agent Davis," he ordered the short, fat man, not seeing the short, fat woman that had the five customers against the opposite wall. She hit Sam with a spray from her Thompson sub-machine gun, one of the bullets ricocheting off the badge Sam kept pinned to his belt. Sam pumped one slug into Piggy's head first. He knew that Piggy would not hesitate to shoot one of the bank employees if he shot the woman first. He also knew that the sight of her partner slumping to the ground would cause the woman to pause her deadly barrage with the rapid firing gun. It did; Ester screamed and ran to her lover's side, which moved her out from behind the desk she'd been using as cover. Sam's last action before losing consciousness was to put a slug into Ester's throat. Both bank robber and heroic Special Agent died before Lafayette General Hospital could send out a medical team. "Come on," Early said after reading the article, tears streaming down his face. "We fixing get your sister." In the small church, Molly sat, numb, and as Special Agents came up expressed their sorrow and their condolences. She had felt numbness like this before, when her mother passed. But at least, when her mother passed, she'd had time to say 'Good Bye.' That last morning, Sam and she had giggled and kissed as she make biscuits, then hiked up her dress and slid his rampant manhood into her hairless slit. He sat in his large chair and she wiggled up and down on him while he groped her large breasts. "Oh," he grunted and spurted into her. "You better than any old hourglass, I tell you," she laughed as they could both smell that the biscuits were very nearly done. "You be home for dinner?" she asked when he'd used the last biscuit to mop up his egg yolk. "Yeah, you got you some more lard?" he asked and she giggled and wiggled her rump. Dinner time came and went, then supper time came and there was a knock at the door. Now, in the cathedral, she held on to her husband's badge. Over and over, her finger went to the dent a bullet had made in the thick metal. "We here yeah," Molly heard her father say. The numbness melted away and the raw hurt came boiling up. Just as he had when she was a little girl and a beloved dog had died, Early held his baby girl in his lap, rocking her while she sobbed and wailed at the unfairness of it all. Two days later, Early, Polly, and Molly loaded the truck with Molly's meager possessions and made the forty mile journey from Lafayette, Louisiana to the Atchafalaya Bayou. Her first night back home, with the gas jet hissing and sizzling through the grate to chase off the night chill, Polly held her sister tightly as they slept in their old bed. "Where you fixing go?" Molly asked Polly the second night when Polly walked to their father's room. "My bed," Polly answered. "Well, where Daddy sleeping?" Molly asked. "My bed," Polly answered then leaned close to Molly. "We married now," she whispered. "No!" Molly gasped, scandalized. "Polly, you can't marry him no! That ain't right!" "Well, right or not, we married," Polly said firmly. "But then where I'm sleeping?" Molly asked. "You want sleep in here?" Early asked gently. In the flickering gas light, he did see Polly's anger and disappointment. He slapped her on her rump. "That your sister yeah," he said. "You don't be selfish." "yes sir," Polly sniffed. "It just that..." "It just that we need her and she need us and we're here, all right?" Early said. In the soft flickering gas light, Molly watched as Polly and Daddy undressed completely. Her eyes did widen at the sight of Daddy's manhood. Sam had been a large man, and had been quite large down there. But Daddy's wasn't quite as long, but Daddy's girth was quite a bit thicker. Her eyes widened even more when she watched Polly squat over their father's face, then lean forward and take that fat head into her mouth. "Mmm," Polly sighed happily and slid more and more of Daddy's cock into her mouth. "Mmm!" Polly cried out in orgasm as Daddy licked and sucked on her pussy. She cried out again in orgasm before pulling Daddy's manhood out of her mouth. One last stream of Daddy's semen shot out and splashed onto her face and she giggled and wiped it off with the back of her hand. "Go get the lar, yeah," Early ordered. Molly bit back a scream. She and Sam had used the lard to put Sam's large member into her posterior. She had not enjoyed it, but had tolerated it for her love. But Sam's member was not as fat as Daddy's. Surely they wouldn't be using the lard for that purpose. "It's right there, yeah," Polly giggled, pointing to the small side table. "Oh? And you know I wanted that, huh?" Early chuckled and slapped Polly's buttock. Molly did not realize it, but she had hiked her sleep shirt up and was rubbing her cleft. She stopped rubbing, amazed as Daddy greased up a finger and slipped it into Polly's fundament. They were planning on performing sodomy. Within minutes, both Daddy and Polly were thrusting and grunting and groaning in pleasure. Molly's fingers flew over her engorged clitoris as she watched them. With a loud bellow, Daddy collapsed on top of Polly and they both sank to the bed, gasping and wheezing. "I love you yeah," Polly said. "Love you too, baby girl," Early agreed. Molly also grunted in orgasm but both Polly and Early were slipping into sleep and did not notice Molly's voyeuristic pleasures. In the morning, Molly found out, widowed or not, she was expected to join Polly in the morning chores. "You no fun," Polly finally declared. "What? I am too," Molly whined. "No, when me and Daddy do this, we kiss when we finish something," Polly said. "Well, we can kiss too," Molly said and gave her sister a closed mouth peck on her cheek. "No, no, like lovers," Polly said and stuffed her tongue into Molly's mouth. "Polly!" Molly shrieked, shoving the girl away. They continued milking the cows. When they finished, and fed the cows their grain and corn mash, Molly pulled Polly close. "I'm miss my Sam terrible," she sniffed. "I'm miss him too; he a good man," Polly said. They kissed, and then set out to care for the pigs. "That is kind of fun," Molly admitted after they kissed again. "What I tell you?" Polly giggled. "You kiss when you do breakfast?" Molly asked as they scampered up the stairs. "Well yeah," Polly said as they burst into the heated house and started cooking. Early came out of the bedroom and kissed Polly, like a lover would. He then bent to kiss Molly on her cheek, but she turned and kissed him like a lover would, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and sucking on his tongue in return. It was too cold for the girls to sit on the porch so they alternated between staying indoors in their home, or scampering down the stairs to barge into the shop to spend time with their father. "Oh! She in the family way?" Molly gasped when she saw Mrs. Meche waddle across the dirt road. "Yeah, don't look at me, it ain't me done it neither," Early said. Mrs. Meche greeted Molly, expressed her sorrow at the girl's loss. In her true, self-centered, narcissistic way, the woman brought it back around to herself and her own loss of her beloved husband in the War To End All Wars. The girls ran out to fill the woman's order. Then both girls accompanied the woman, carrying her order for her. "So when you expecting?" Molly brazenly addressed the subject. "May I think," the woman admitted. "Hoping it a girl?" Polly asked. "That what I'd want me, a sweet little girl." "One I can teach how cook and bake; here, y'all take you some doughnuts, hear?" the woman said. "No thank you," the girls said, knowing that if they took a doughnut, Mrs. Meche would see that somehow they were in her debt. "They look good, though." They ran across the dirt road as another cold blast of air blew in from the Atchafalaya. "Daddy, I can have me four pennies?" Polly asked. "Four, what you want four pennies for?" he asked, pulling out the four pennies. "Mrs. Meche got some doughnuts they still hot yeah," she answered. "Here, get us a dozen," Early said and pulled out two more pennies. "Love you, Daddy," Polly said, kissed him quickly and ran back across the street. A moment later, she again ran back, the still hot doughnuts making the paper soggy. Early folded the paper open and father and daughters ate the delicious treat until Polly was using her fingers to blot up crumbs of the sugar glaze. "Dinner coming along soon?" Early asked and the girls ran out. Early shook his head; envious of their energy. He could already hear their feet overhead as they entered their home. Ooh, that good yeah," Molly said as they could smell that the soup was nearly done. "You make us some biscuits; you the best making biscuits," Polly ordered. She looked on, puzzled as Molly burst into heart-wrenching sobs. Early looked up when Polly came running back into the shop. "It ain't ready already, huh?" he asked. "You got to go see; Molly's crying and I don't know why," Polly sobbed. "Stay here," Early ordered. Molly sat in her chair at the table, rocking and moaning when her father entered. Wordlessly, he picked her up and held her, cradling her like he did when she was an infant. His little girl put her arms around his neck and sobbed into his neck. Finally he got the story about biscuits and Sam's last morning, being used to time biscuits baking. "Don't worry," Early said, kissing Molly's nose. "We make biscuits when you ready, huh?" He gently put her on her feet and told her to bring down the pot when she was ready; they already had three bowls and three spoons in the shop. Polly took the pennies her father gave her and ran across the dirt road for some of Mrs. Meche's hard crust bread. By the time she returned, the long loaf still slightly steaming, Molly and Early had set the heavy pot up on the counter. They dunked the bread into the hearty soup while they waited for it to cool. Polly wanted to throw her bowl at her sister when her sister reached up and rubbed her father's face gently. "Tonight, need you use your razor on me yeah," Molly murmured. "Why? Your man... You ain't got to..." Early asked. "Yeah but it all itching," Molly admitted. "Fine, we take care that," Early said. "Why you don't shave mine?" Polly asked, raising the hem of her dress. "Tell you later," Early said. "No, you tell me now," Polly insisted. "Need me take my belt to you?" Early threatened. "We lovers you don't do that your lover no!" Polly insisted, stamping her foot. "Oh no? You don't?" Early hooted with laughter. "Your momma here she tell you I used pile one on her a lot!" When they'd had their fill of the soup, Polly and Molly brought the pot, and the rest of the bread upstairs. Then Polly left her sister to brood as she ran back downstairs. "Now you tell me why you not shaving me?" she asked. "You're too pretty," Early admitted. "It just too pretty way it is ruin it." "Really? You really think it pretty?" Polly asked happily. But Polly's jealousy returned when she watched her father shave Molly's crotch, then buttocks clean. Especially when Early used his fingers to feel around for any stray stubble. Chapter 8 Anna, Lady Emily DeGarde's servant fetched her aunt, a yarb doctor. The wizened old black woman came and checked on Molly and Polly and confirmed that both girls were indeed in the family way. "Wanting be shed of them?" the woman asked, sucking hard on her corn cob pipe. "Good God, no," Early said, horrified that the woman would think he'd like to poison either girl so that they'd lose their babies. "Good, good, Anna? She say you good man," the woman cackled. For her services, she charged two dollars and a bottle of Early's Sweet. Then the old colored woman walked across the dirt path to Mrs. Meche's shop. When the shades of the shop were drawn down, Early sent both Polly and Molly over to help Mrs. Meche. It was the neighborly thing to do, and both girls needed to see what they would be going through in a few months. They were not back in the morning, so Early went and cared for their animals and even began cooking their breakfast. Both girls entered, exhausted, and a little pale. "Well, what she have her?" Early asked after both girls kissed him. "Baby girl and she going name it Sarah Ann," Polly told him. "Even though we said Polly or Molly be a fine name," Molly agreed. "Still happy you in the family way?" Early asked. "Yeah," both girls agreed. "Now, I done took care of them animals; you get you some sleep, but you ain't sleeping through dinner, hear?' Early said, getting to his feet. They lay down on the big bed and both girls were sound asleep in a moment. At ten thirty, Polly woke and went downstairs. "What we got for dinner?" she asked, opening the door to the ice box. "Take that flank steak; we got that onion, right?" Early suggested. "Molly woke when she smelled the meat cooking and went out to see her sister hard at work. "I'm fixing make some biscuits," she said and Polly looked up, surprised. "You sure you ready for biscuits?" Polly asked as Molly got out the flour. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure; ain't nothing to it," Molly sniffed. As the oven heated, Molly put on her shoes and went downstairs. "Daddy, need you come see," she called from the rear door. Early pulled down the shade, locked the door and stepped into the cool Spring chill. He walked briskly up the stairs and let his breath out when he entered the warmth of the kitchen. "What you need?" he asked, playfully patting Polly's buttocks as he walked past the red head. Making us some biscuits, need us a timer," Molly said, blushing hotly. Polly looked on in shock as Early sat in the large chair in the parlor and worked his erect penis through the opening of his trousers. Molly dropped the biscuits onto the greased tray, slid them into the oven, and then walked into the parlor, raising the hem of her dress. "Oh!" Molly shuddered as the thick cock slid into her wetness. For a long moment both father and daughter sat still, relishing the feeling. Then Molly looked up into his warm eyes, smiled, and raised herself up for a kiss. Early fondled Molly's large breasts through her dress and cursed that she was wearing a woolen shift because of the chill. Ten minutes after sitting down Molly let out a small shriek of orgasm. A moment later, Early groaned as he spent deeply into his daughter's pussy. ""Thanks Daddy, you a good timer yeah," Molly sighed happily, wiggled off of his lap and kissed him. She pulled the golden brown biscuits out and quickly pulled them off the sizzling hot baking tray onto a platter. "Welcome, child," Early mumbled, energy drained. Both Early and Molly praised the biscuits, and the flank steak. Polly didn't praise either food, just sullenly ate. If she had not been so hungry, she would have spitefully refused any of the flaky biscuits. But Polly was hungry; ravenous in fact. Then Early made a plate of the leftover steak, rice and gravy, and three biscuits and handed that plate to Molly. "Need go give this to Mrs. Meche and see she need anything," he told the girl. When Molly ran out, Early grabbed his unhappy red head and pulled her into his lap. "You put that lip out any more, I use it put my hat on," he teased her. "It ain't right no," Polly grumbled as she snuggled against him. "Baby girl, we family," Early explained. "Everything else? It come and go, but you always going need your sister and she always going need you. And right now? Yeah, she need me too, but that going go away sooner or later." "But I always need you," Polly mumbled, rubbing his chest with her small hand. "And I always need you," he assured her. Then, even though they didn't have biscuits to time, she raised her dress and he entered her. "Ooh, that Sarah Ann?" Molly told Polly when she finally came back into the house. "You think she all ugly this morning? She even uglier now!" "What you expect?" Polly giggled. "Look at her momma!" "My baby going be pretty," Molly smugly declared. "And mine be even prettier," Polly declared. Early drove out to speak with Father James O'Toole, bringing along some bacon, some corned beef, and a few half-gallon bottles of whiskey. "Mr. Chopin, you sure you not Irish?" Father James asked as he sipped the fine whiskey. "Positive," Early laughed. After losing a game of chess to the good father, Early got to the point of his visit. "Mrs. Meche, who is widowed..." Early said. "I remember, I buried her husband," the priest interrupted. "...Just gave birth to their first child; beautiful baby girl named Sarah Ann Meche," Early continued and refilled his and the priest's glasses. "Well now, the good man's has been deceased for..." Father O'Toole mused. "Truly a miracle," Early said and put a twenty dollar gold coin on the table. "I'm inclined to say it is," the priest agreed, pocketing the coin. The local economy, supported mostly by agriculture, was quite depressed. What few manufacturing endeavors had been around had closed down shortly after the Wall Street fiasco. That twenty dollar coin was a substantial amount of money to the good Father and to the parish of St. Elizabeth Church. "Now, my Molly?" Early said, taking out two more coins, sliding them over. "She in the family way, even after losing her husband." "That was a tragedy," the priest conceded. "He was a good man." "And she having her some twins," Early said. "But little like she is? She asking her sister carry one for her." "And her sister's a good girl, help her sister out like that," the priest agreed, pocketing the two coins. "So, when Mrs. Meche bring that baby here next Sunday?" Early asked, getting to his feet. "We'll be baptizing Sarah Ann Meche," Father O'Toole agreed and poured another glass of Early's Finest. "And then when Molly..." Early persisted. "We'll be baptizing her children into St. Elizabeth's Parish," the man said and smiled as he savored the whiskey. "Thank you, Father," Early said. (Since most babies were born at home in the early part of the century, very few live births were recorded with birth certificates. In lieu of those official documents, baptismal records were often utilized to document a child's birth. Therefore, baptism was a very important event. Being a child conceived and born out of wedlock, Sarah Ann Meche should have been denied this rite by Father O'Toole and St. Elizabeth Church. Molly's child, conceived during her marriage to Sam Davis would have full rights and privileges to baptism, but Polly's child would have been denied a church baptism.) That night, as he and Polly lay in post-coital bliss, Early mumbled what he had worked out with Father O'Toole. "Oh, you a good sister yeah!" Molly giggled and kissed her sister. "Thank you for helping carry my baby," the brunette went on and kissed Polly's sweaty belly. "Don't do that," Polly giggled. "Both you settle down," Early warned as the two girls playfully wrestled, Molly trying to kiss Polly's naked belly and Polly trying to prevent that ticklish behavior. Even though it was early morning, the humidity was already building as Early made his way to Mrs. Meche's door. "Oh, why, Mr. Early, I uh," the woman simpered, clearly caught off-guard. "Father O'Toole baptizing your Sarah Ann on Sunday; you got you a christening gown?" Early said, getting right to the point. "He... He knows she's a..." Mrs. Meche asked, surprised. "He knows you had you a husband fathered this little girl," Early said. "Said it's a miracle; that's all people got to know." "What did you do?" the woman asked, voice a whisper. Early shrugged his shoulders, feigning innocence. "Oh, I got to make a cake!" the widow happily declared. "You and your girls come?" "Try and keep us away, hear? And you making a cake too?" Early chuckled. X x x "Aw, cher, it hot," Molly gasped in the brutal August heat, her swollen belly making her feel even more miserable. "Bet it a hundred yeah." "Bet it is," Polly agreed, mopping the sweat from her face. The door opened and their father smiled as the two pregnant beauties sat and complained about the heat. "Mrs. Meche here, but don't you worry," he teased. "I do your chores for you yeah." Polly tried to get up, but one of the chair legs had pinched a lock of her long red hair. Early smiled as she tried to get to her feet again, swollen belly quite visible through her damp dress. Finally, he tilted the chair forward, releasing her hair. "You so silly, yeah," he kissed her. Mrs. Meche cradled Sarah Ann in one arm as she and Early chatted. Finally, Polly came in, carrying the full basket of eggs. Polly cooed at the infant, eliciting smiles from both baby and mother. Polly didn't say it, but she did think that the blonde haired child was still somewhat unattractive. "Whew, it hot yeah; come on, I help carry your stuff yeah," Polly said. The moment she stepped outside, though, Polly stumbled, suddenly gripped by a spasm of pain. On the back porch, Molly likewise had a sudden spasm of pain. Anna's aunt, the yarb doctor, helped the sisters as they strained, sweated, screamed and sobbed. Finally, after nine hours of hard labor, Molly gave one last scream and Samuel Early Davis was born. Lying next to her in the large bed, Polly would labor for nearly another hour before giving a last shriek and pushing a red headed Charles Earl Chopin into the world. "See?" Polly wearily told her sister. "I told you, my baby be prettier yeah." X x x x Sammy was sure he was going to be a policeman like his father. Charlie was sure he was going to be a butcher, like his grandfather. Sarah Ann couldn't decide; one day she was sure she was going to marry Sammy, but the next day she was sure Charlie was her true love. But at five years old, there was no hurry for Sarah Ann to decide. And if Sarah Ann decided she didn't like either one, there was always Robert Michael Davis, Sammy's younger brother. Dolly Marianne Chopin, at three years old, though, had already made up her mind. She would be Sammy's wife and Sarah Ann could just go jump in the Atchafalaya Bayou if she didn't like it. Mrs. Meche had a severe stroke shortly after Sarah's sixth birthday. Molly, who had progressed beyond baking perfect biscuits, took over the bakery. The pregnant girl also took over the care of Sarah Ann and Mrs. Meche. By the time Mrs. Meche passed away, eight months after her stroke, Sarah Ann was already calling Molly 'Mommy' just like Sammy and Robert were, and like Christopher Matthew Davis would grow to do. Early lay down one night, Cuddled up against Polly's back, and reached around to rub her pregnant belly. He had been feeling poorly for several days, probably the Ague. "Love you, yeah," he rumbled in his deep voice. Polly knew he was gone before she even responded. She named their daughter Margaret Ann Chopin; they'd discovered that Margaret had been Mrs. Meche's given name when they buried the woman next to her husband, Sergeant William Boyd Meche. Standing next to Polly Chopin, Charlie did learn all there was to know about meats, and more importantly, how to conduct a successful business. He and Sarah Ann, for several years, ran a successful combined business of meat market on one side of the road, bakery on the other. Years later, the oldest of their daughters would open Early's Grocery Store. Their only son, Sam Chopin would become an investment counselor, later a stockbroker. The third of their children, though, the red headed she-devil, as Sarah Ann called her daughter, Polly Ann Chopin, opened up a doughnut shop simply called Meche's Doughnuts. Sammy and Dolly did wed; Polly and Molly certainly were in no position to tell the cousins they couldn't marry. Their three sons would go on to follow in their father's footsteps and all would be police officers, later sheriffs. Robert Davis married one of the Huval children, as did Margaret. Christopher, however, was a confirmed bachelor. "Aw, cher, he just queer," Molly told her sister as they sat on their back porch fanning themselves in the brutal August heat. THE END \\Author's Note: I write these stories for my pleasure; I post them here for your enjoyment. I do thank you for reading my stories. Disclaimers: Yes, I know I need an editor. Telling me I need an editor is a complete and utter waste of time. Yes, it jumps around too much. Yes, there's too many people to keep track of. Yes, it's too long. Yes, it's in the wrong category. Yes, it's stupid shit, and yes, I suck. Feel better? Have a super sparkly day.
Beebe and Petey Ch. 07	9,358	4.78	1,269,289	[ "exhibitionism", "creampies", "lesbian", "strap-ons" ]	Jan, Dene and I were headed back to the beach in my sweet, almost new VW Bug. "Betty Bug" was a present from my parents as they moved from Corpus to California. Our family shared two cars, but that left me with none when they moved. Betty was the solution-she was used, but low mileage, still the current year and only $1300 to a family who was also being transferred. Betty was a great friend-she never complained, never balked and didn't drink much! Chad and Eddie Vu were already speaking Vietnamese to each other back home. It turned out the language they tried out on him at Bliss was Thai. Eddie was surprised at how much Thai Chad had learned in the short time he worked on it, and at how accurate his accent was. We left them to it and headed for the beach by way of Jan's shop. Dene and I told Jan last night about our performance on the ferry back from Padre Island. She offered to find something for Dene just as revealing as the undersized maillot I loaned her but way more comfortable. The store didn't open on Sundays, so we had the place to ourselves. Dene found the perfect solution! It was a "monokini." It was a skimpy bikini, but the top and bottoms were connected by a piece of fabric in the front that was perfectly contoured to her bush and treasure trail, then widened past her navel out to the sides or her top. The top fit her tits fine but it didn't really much matter. The yellow material was a very light nylon and wasn't lined. Jan said when it got wet, the top would be nearly transparent-sounded perfect for a little public play! I decided to stay with my adjustable bikini, but then led Dene into the "back room" where all the toys lived. Dene went nuts! Jan gave her $50 store credit and a list of the wholesale prices. (THAT was an eye-opener. Jan's markups quadrupled most of her costs!) Dene grabbed a smallish soft-skinned, ribbed vibe and then started browsing. She was intrigued with a selection of strap-ons. I'd seen them, of course, and thought of Dene, but she'd never heard of them before. She picked one with a rubber dick that looked "just right" and dropped in her shopping bag! Paddles and whips caught her eye next. She looked at me, raised her eyebrow, gave a crooked little grin and selected a short, rectangular leather paddle. A "Venus Butterfly" went in next, and she rounded it out with three boxes of rubbers. "Looks like you're set for next semester, Dene!" I grinned at her. "I'm set for TONIGHT, lover!" she grinned back. "You want to get into your suits now?" Jan asked, "I'm going to." We stripped off in the back room, got into our suits and cover-ups and headed out for the ferry. Jan's suit was the most modest, a one-piece, but had very high hips and a deep neckline that displayed plenty of cleavage. Jan and I were built about the same, so we needed some shaping bras to work up cleavage and Jan's suit had what it took! On the ferry and at the rail again, we looked at the possibilities. There weren't many. The ferry out only had 3 cars, including ours, and the other two were families with young kids. We left our cover-ups unbuttoned but didn't shed them and just enjoyed the ride over. As we got near the dock on Padre, Jan trailed us as we walked back to the car. She said Dene and I turned one poor daddy's head far enough that he caught an elbow from his wife. We were talking and didn't notice-good to know, though! We drove Betty way down the beach again to where the three of us set up yesterday. We hadn't talked about whether sex or even nudity was likely to break out this afternoon. Now that we were parked and pulling out beach towels and sun screen, I began to wonder. I hadn't realized Jan enjoyed girls until last night when she admitted to a 3-way. I should have had a clue, I guess, from the very first conversation we had after Dene and I kissed, but I assumed she was a one-guy-at-a-time kind of woman. I knew there had been a fair string of them, but didn't know about any girls. I wondered if she and Dene were a possibility. I felt a twinge of jealousy at the thought of sharing Dene with someone other than Chad. "I've gotta see just how transparent this suit really gets!" Dene exclaimed, and headed for the surf. "You two made me eager for skinny-dipping again," Jan chimed in, "I've haven't done that for years, and I can't think of a better time or place!" "I'm not going in yet," I said. "I'm just going to stretch out in the sun for a bit." I untied my bikini and stretched out on my stomach, luxuriating in the warm sun and gentle breeze. In the waves, Dene's suit might as well not have been there at all! It molded tightly to every curve and fold, and while it wasn't quite as transparent as saran wrap, it left absolutely nothing hidden. The bottoms were lined, so they weren't quite as revealing, but her tits were well-defined and her treasure trail was on full display under the midriff panel. She and Jan began horsing around, splashing each other and then dunking and giving piggy back rides and playing like we did when we were kids. Of course Jan was nude, and Dene might as well have been, so there was an erotic element to their play. As they wound down, they stood in waist deep surf and appeared to be giving Dene's bikini top a critical review. Jan tugged here and there on it, then reached in adjusted Dene's left boob inside the fabric and stood back. She turned Dene around, unhooked the top, slid it off, and reached around to massage her tits while hugging Dene from behind. Dene smiled, closed her eyes and leaned back into Jan. After a few minutes, I saw Jan's hands slip down Dene's abdomen and disappear below the waves. After a few more minutes Jan slid down past Dene's waist, disappeared briefly below the water, then re-emerged holding Dene's suit. The embraced face-to-face, kissed deeply and began walking to shore. "You two seem to be getting along well!" I teased. "Mmmmm. Yes!" Dene said. "Wanna join us?" I just raised my eyebrow. "Hey," Dene said, "you OK?" "Sure." I said, without really meaning it. "No you're not," Dene called me on my insincerity, "What gives?" Jan sat down next to me. "I don't think Tiger and I are ready to get it on, Dene. And I'm wondering if maybe I'm poaching on her time with you." "That true, Petey?" Dene asked. "It's definitely true that I'm not ready to eat Jan's pussy, or even French her, for that matter. I know I made you and Chad kiss, but I'm not ready for Jan. I'm still sorting through how I feel about the two of you getting into each other." "Mmm. Let me say this, lover: I don't care who I end up with the rest of my life, I will ALWAYS be hungry for sex with you. ALWAYS. I'll probably meet a guy, get married and have a family sometime, and I'll probably fool around with guys and maybe girls once I'm back on campus. In fact, I'll fill you in on a couple of things we haven't had a chance to talk about yet along those lines, but you're irreplaceable. I'll never ever have somebody else instead of you, only in addition to you. You were my first, you're the best, we've known each other forever and we'll keep on knowing each other for the rest of time. Whoever I settle in with is going to have to understand going in that I'm going to keep on having sex with you as long as you want me. I love you, I love you, I love you. Deeply. And I always will, but seriously, we're both going to end up living with someone else, aren't we? You and Chad are practically married now, for God's sake." Then gently, she added: "If you want me to have sex with you now instead of Jan, I'm OK with that, but I'm horny as hell and somebody's gonna have to eat my pussy in the very near future!" I looked at Jan. "You're pretty damn horny too, aren't you?" "Not horny enough to jump Dene unless you're cheering me on. I mean it-just giving up and saying 'go ahead' really means 'no' to me. If you're going to cheer us on then, yes, but otherwise, I'm just going back out and float around naked in the sunshine." I softened. What Dene said really moved me. It was absolutely true! We were going to have separate lives, and we were going to have sex with other people. I realized her declaration, that she and I were on top of the lover list and always would be, was what I was hoping for without even forming the thought yet. "Go ahead, you two," I said, smiling genuinely. I kissed Jan softly on the lips, then playfully twisted her nipple, stood and pulled her up and said: "Get in there! Can't you see Dene's in distress! Eat her up!!" "My God, Tiger," Jan said, "what an amazing woman you've become!" She pulled me in tight for another full-contact hug, slid her hands down to cup my ass, pressed our cheeks together, then kissed my lips again before turning. "Don't let me cramp your style," I said, grabbing my bikini. "I'm going for a walk." I left them in a standing embrace and walked back down the surf line the way we came in, my bikini hanging over my shoulder. The storm last night had left tons of detritus on the shore, including some great-looking conch shells, my favorite. I strolled slowly, lifting each new conch to examine it for chips or holes. I'd keep the best until a better one came along. I wasn't sure how long I'd walked, but I began to see outlines of other cars far down the beach and thought this might be a good time to put my bikini back on. Impishly, I adjusted it for maximum exposure, hoping I'd get a chance to show off before long. As I looked back down the beach, I realized there was a car coming toward me. It was still a long way off, but I thought I could make out a light bar on top. Crap. Beach patrol again! I couldn't see Betty anymore and began jogging back toward our spot. As I looked back over my shoulder, it was clearly the shore patrol. I jogged closer to the inland dunes until the sand became too soft for good speed. As I swept around a curve, Betty came into sight and I was blocked from the Patrol's view. I broke into an all-out sprint then and turned in just past the VW to see Jan kneeling behind Dene, fucking her like crazy with the new strap-on. "Guys!" I gasped, "Beach Patrol, right behind me!" and sprinted back out to Betty. I popped the hood and got a coke out of the cooler and leaned as casually as I could against the door to sip it. It was Dave and Tim from yesterday. "Hi guys!" I greeted them. "Way better day today, isn't it?" "Sure is," Dave replied, "and it's supposed to hold all week like this. Looks like you're still running! Is Chad around?" "Yeah, I need to do it more. I can't believe how much endurance I've lost since track was over. Chad's at home. A friend is talking with him about his deployment." I wasn't going to give away the language thing-it seemed like it would invite more conversation than I wanted. "I'm here with Dene and my sister Jan." "Oh!" Tim's eyes lit up, "Dene's here?" He looked expectantly beyond the VW. While his head was turned, I checked his crotch. Yep-doing a little tent-building! I wondered if it was my adjusted bikini or the thought of seeing Dene's tits pop out of her suit again that stiffened him up. "Cool your jets horn-dog; let me see if she's awake and decent. She and Jan were snoozing when I went for a run. She's got a new suit, by the way, so she won't embarrass you like yesterday." He looked disappointed. I could barely contain a grin. Just wait. I started around the mogul that hid them as Jan and Dene, now in their suits but looking a little flushed, came from the other direction. Dene's suit had dried out, but her tit's swayed and bounced provocatively under the thin fabric. Her partially erect areolas were on display. "Hey, Kath, you're back! Nice run?" Then, pretending to spot the patrol guys for the first time, she added: "I thought I heard voices! How are you guys today!" "Pretty good," answered Dave, "it's a light crowd, there's not much drinking-mostly families-and the weather is great! This is really a treat for November!" We continued some light banter with them. Their eyes roamed from chest to chest-all 3 of us-as we talked. Tim's eyes stayed mostly on Dene, though, and when he thought she was looking away, he scanned down to her hips and crotch-and the stray pubes escaping the bikini bottoms- before rising to linger again on her tits. Dene's areolas were fully erect now, and faithfully outlined by the thin fabric. Mine were puckered too-I could feel them under my suit and wondered if my nipples were poking the fabric hard enough to make a show! The way Dave's eyes lingered on them, I thought probably so. "Well, this suit has never been in the water and I'm getting hot standing here. I'm going for a dip!" Dene declared, and turned toward the Gulf. "Do you guys keep swim suits in your car, or are you stuck in those uniforms all day?" Jan and I shared a quick glance. We knew damned well what the guys would see when Dene came back out of the water. "Just the uniforms," they said, sadly. Dene wasn't long. Jan and I pretended to be deeply engrossed in conversation with the guys, but from their stares we knew Dene was out of the water and walking toward us. "Wow!" That felt great!" Dene exclaimed! "Uh-good. Uh-yeah, a dip in the, uh, ocean is, uh, always refreshing." Dave stammered. "Maybe I'll take a quick dip too," Jan said and turned toward Dene. "Good God, Dene!" Jan screamed in faux surprise, "That suit is completely transparent when it's wet. C'mon-let's get you a towel before you embarrass these guys to death!" and she grabbed Dene's arm. "Nooooo!" Tim shouted, probably louder that he wanted to, because he looked shocked when he said it. "Tim?" Dene was squeezing her tits on the pretense of modesty. "Sorrysorrysorrysorry" Tim stammered. "I just, well, I mean, um, you're not um, embarrassing me or anything. You, um, you don't need to go. Uh please?" Dene just looked at him, raising her eyebrow. "OK-Um, listen. Dene, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever met. I just can't stop looking. I couldn't wait to do the beach patrol again hoping I'd see you again. Please, we're going to have to get back on patrol soon. Please, don't cover up-and, um, yoywannagoouttonight?" he finished in almost a whisper. "Tim, that's really sweet. I've got to be honest, hon. I'm not going out with you. Tell me, though, have you ever eaten girl's pussy?" Where the hell was Dene headed with this? "Um, no. I got to third base with Edie Alverez, but I never thought about, you know, kissing her down there." "Timmy, I think we need to advance your skills with girls. Are you game for letting me show you a few things?" "Uh, sure?" Tim answered tentatively. "I'll make you a deal, Timmy," Dene cooed, "If you can give me a good orgasm by eating my pussy, I'll let you fuck my tits till you cum. And don't worry, I'll help you eat me juuuuuuust right." Tim's eyes got as big as saucers. He looked at Dave for permission. Dave shook his head in disbelief, but then said to Jan and me: "Let me show you two a couple of things the tide brought in up the beach a way," and led us off at a casual pace. "So how long will it take 'ol Tim to get Dene off?" Dave asked. "Dunno, I said. "But if I had to guess, I'd say she'll make him work for a half-hour or so. How long will it take Tim to pop?" "I'd give him about 10 seconds, given what he thinks about Dene's tits. I'm having a hard time believing Chad's little sister talking and acting like that!" Dave said. "Does Chad know?" "Must be college life," I said, ignoring the question about Chad. "Don't think I'd mention it to Chad, though. And on the subject, you should probably put some fear into Tim about gossiping or bragging. Chad was at the top of his unit in hand-to-hand." "Good advice." Dave responded. "How were you staying so cool, Dave?" Jan asked. "It's an act," Dave said. "All three of you are red hot. If my girlfriend hadn't already screwed me twice this morning, I'd have more than this pathetic semi. Plus, I have a lot more sense that to screw Chad's little sister or his girl. You're lookin' pretty good, Jan, but you're WAAAYY out of my league." "Do you suppose they'd mind if we headed back to watch the finale?" I asked. "I'm betting Tim won't have any idea we're even there!" Dave answered. "But are you sure Dene won't mind?" "Well, my bet is that Dene is counting on us to come back so we can enjoy the show," I replied. And we turned around. I checked my watch. We had indeed been walking for a half hour. As we rounded the last mogul, we saw that Dene was nude, sprawled on her back on the hood of the cruiser while Tim, also nude, had his head buried between her legs and was shaking it back and forth. He had his right hand tucked up under his chin and my only curiosity was how many fingers he had up Dene's pussy. Dene spotted us and waved, holding a finger to her lips to keep us quiet. What an exhibitionist she was getting to be!! "OK, hon, now suck my clit into your lips and flip the hell out of it with your tongue," Dene commanded. "Oooooooo, YES! Just like THAAAAAT!" Dave's eyes were glued on the scene in front of us. Dene's tits rolled and shook on her chest as she gripped Tim's head and pulled it into her. Her eyes closed and her face was pinched in ecstasy-I knew she didn't have long! While Dene's performance was holding Dave's rapt attention, Jan hugged him from behind. His "pathetic semi" wasn't pathetic or semi anymore! It strained against his uniform slacks and Jan took pity, rubbing him through the fabric. Dave's eyes widened and rolled up toward the sky. Dene saw what was happening with Jan and Dave and relaxed her grip on Tim's head, commanding him: "I'm so close, Tim, so close, but I'm still not ready. Take your fingers out, slide your hands under my ass and just use your tongue really gently on my pussy lips for a while. Thaaat's it-nice. And sloooooow. And eeeeeeeeasy. Good boy. Good boy-just like that." Still out of Tim's line of sight, she motioned toward Dave's erection, then sucked her fingers, then pointed back at Dave's crotch and Jan. She clearly meat she wanted to see Jan suck him off. Jan shook her head, but unzipped Dave's slacks, reached in his underwear and pulled his cock free from its fabric prison. She gently sucked his earlobe and kissed his neck as she began stroking his dick. Dave threw Dene and me a worried glance, then stared at Tim. I gathered that while he had no problem watching Tim eat Dene, he had no interest in Tim watching HIM. Or maybe he was protecting Jan. Anyway, I figured we needed to get him off ahead of Dene. I drew the line at playing with another guy so Jan was on her own, but I caught Dave's eye and began a slow, sensuous show for him as Jan continued to stroke his dick. I licked two fingers and slowly brought them down to my chest. Ever so deliberately, I moved them under my bikini top and played with my nipple, briefly closing my eyes then looking straight into Dave's. I ran the tip of my tongue slowly around my lips. In slow motion, I pulled the fabric of my bikini away from my left breast and rolled my very erect nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I closed my eyes again and shuddered, then resumed my direct gaze into Dave's eyes. I untied the strings behind my neck and let the top fall exposing both tits and then used both hands to cup and squeeze them, pinching my nipples over and over. Jan lowered her top too and moved around beside Dave so that her bare tits and stiff nipples were brushing his back and bare arm. Dave's eyes were still riveted on me! I could scarcely believe I had torn his attention from Dene's chest, but the realization made me even hornier, and very, very wet. I inched one flattened palm down my abdomen, slipping just my finger tips under the bikini bottoms, then back out, then back down. Finally, I plunged my hand all the way down, and slipped first one, then two fingers up my pussy. My eyes widened in delight at the sensation as they held Dave's stare for just a moment before he zeroed in my crotch. The fabric slipped to the side, revealing my fingers furiously pumping in and out of my pussy. I'm surprised the slurppy finger fucking sounds didn't break Tim's attention. The surf must have covered it up. Dave's eyes clinched shut and his face contorted. Jan picked up the pace, pounding his dick for all she was worth. Dave's load wasn't as huge as the ones I'd been getting from Chad, but to be fair, Dave did say his girlfriend had already fucked him twice today! He shot about a yard though, and at the sight I dropped to my knees in the grip of my own orgasm. Dene, seeing the show was over, grabbed Tim's head with both hands and pulled him in tight. In less than a minute, Dene bucked and screamed, and in true Dene style, pumped out a gusher. I re-tied my top, Jan pulled hers back up and Dave tucked and zipped. "Don't worry, hon, that's pussy juice, not pee," Dene assured Tim. "Swallow some of it. Not every girl does this, so make the best of it now!" She gave a last shudder and lay back, still gripping Tim's head. "That was great, sweetie. You've really come a long way-you're gonna make Edie a very happy girl, and that's gonna make you a very happy guy! Wanna fuck my tits now?" Tim couldn't even speak-he just nodded his head. Dene slid down and sat on the bumper. She grabbed her tits on each side, gripped Tim's cock between them and began rubbing up and down. Silently, Dave began counting the seconds on his fingers. He went past 10, raised his eyebrows appreciatively and started over. Tim made it a full minute and then blasted stream after stream of hot cum into Dene's chin. As he slowed down, Dene took his cock in her hand. He jumped a foot and squirted another shot that mostly landed in Dene's open mouth. She smiled up at him, licked her lips and swallowed. Dave began clapping and we joined in. Tim whirled around and tried to cover himself. "Don't worry yourself, Tim," Jan assured him, "you're among friends here and your friends thought that was exceptionally hot! And trust me; any girl you go out with will never let you go if you do what Dene just showed you. Eating pussy with skill and dedication is something us gals just can't resist." "Dene, he's got a really huge cock!" I exclaimed. It was, too. Until now, I didn't have any point of comparison for Chad's. Dave was about the same size, but Tim's was probably two, maybe 3 inches longer and bigger around. "Tim, can I hold it?" "Um, I guess?" Tim uncovered his crotch-he was still pretty hard. I moved in and took his dick in my hand. It was still slick with his cum and I began stroking it, lightly at first, then more firmly. The cum began to dry so I scooped up more from Dene's chest. (There was plenty!) I stroked him for less than another 15 seconds and damned if he didn't cum again! He didn't have a lot of cum this time, but the orgasmic spasms seemed to last even longer than the first time. "Good job!" I told him, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Kid," Dave said, "I hate to bring an end to this, but we were supposed to check in 5 miles from here about 10 minutes ago. Go take a quick dip, dry off and hop back in your uniform. It's time to hit the road." Tim headed into the ocean, his dick still hard and bobbing as the trotted. Dave got a big towel out of the cruiser and we three distractions headed back out of his sight. Tim came back out of the water a little softer than he went, toweled off, dressed quickly and got in the passenger seat. Jan strolled to his window. "Tim, I have some parting advice for you-keep this afternoon to yourself, and don't expect a repeat from Dene or Kath either one. Dave can educate you on how important this is. I mean it-don't brag about this to anyone. Don't even hint about it. Just eat pussy and reap the rewards!" Tim nodded his assent. The ferry ride back had more cars aboard than the outbound trip this morning, but there were a lot of families with young kids this Sunday afternoon. We didn't feel like trolling among the daddies and their kids, so I kept my bikini unfurled to full width and we all fastened a few buttons on our cover-ups. Still, we caught a lot of stares. Dene turned the most heads, but Jan and I got our share too, even from guys with hot-looking wives. Does a girl good! We stopped at the drive-through car wash before heading home. Car washes got a lot of business in Corpus, and there were a bunch of them. Getting the salt spray hosed off the undercarriage was crucial if you had any hope of hanging onto your car for more than a couple of years. The corrosion was a constant battle. Betty always got washed after we came off the ferry, every single trip. We had fun re-hashing the day's events. None of us knew Tim's girl, Edie, but we all agreed that if we ever met her we'd need a full report on whether Tim practiced Dene's pussy-eating lessons. "How come you didn't fuck him, Dene?" I asked. "After I saw his dick, I was awfully tempted. Hey Jan?" Dene turned to the back seat, "How do Chad and Dave and Tim compare to guys in general? How big are dicks supposed to be, anyway?" "They vary a lot." Jan said. "I'd have to say Chad's and Dave's are about average. He's what, about 4 or 5"? Tim's getting on toward extra-large. The biggest one I've ever had was about 10". That one actually bottomed out in my vagina. I could feel it stretch me lengthwise when he pumped. The shortest ones were under 3". Tony is about Chad's size, and honestly I like that the best." "Under 3"? Is that even long enough?" Dene asked. "Oh yeah! Absolutely! A 3" guy was one of the best lovers I've ever been with. Mainly, I think, because he didn't keep obsessing over how short his dick was-he just concentrated on making sure I had great orgasms, and he was really good at reading my reactions. Pussies are great things-they can stretch for the big ones, and tighten back up for the smaller ones. And I actually prefer the small dicks for butt-fucking." "Whoa! You let guys fuck your ass?" I said. "That's not something I've ever been interested in." "Don't feel obligated to try it," Jan said, "but keep an open mind. It can be fun if you do it right. I tried it the first time to give a guy a break while I was on the rag. He was happy, and I actually liked it. It's just important to go slow and use lots of lube. And like I said, smaller dicks work better for butt sex than monsters, at least in my opinion." "Wow. I feel like I'm in graduate-level sex ed!" I joked, then turning to Dene, asked "Hey-what was the strap-on like?" "Oh, Petey, I LOVED it!" Dene exclaimed. "I can't wait till we get a chance to play with that thing! You busy tonight?" "I'm horny as hell! Watching the sex going on all around me today has me pretty damned worked up, even after jilling off. But what I really want tonight is to have Chad all to myself-all night long. I want to fuck him 'till we just melt into the sheets and then wake up with him in the morning. It's occurring to me that you and Jan may find a way to entertain yourselves? I hadn't thought of that when I was getting all green-eyed about you two getting it on, but now I don't feel a bit guilty about not having a 3-way with you when I really just want to be with Chad." "Oh, I think Jan and I will find something to do," Dene said, reaching back to stroke Jan's thighs in the seat behind me. Back at home, Chad and Eddie were still locked in conversation-none of which we understood. They looked up as we trooped into the living room. "I thought you were going to the beach!" Chad said. "Did you change your mind? Or forget something." "Chad?? It's 5:30. We've been on Padre all day!" "Holy shit!" Chad proclaimed. "I had no idea! It felt like you'd just left!!" "I knew how long," Eddie said, "I'm exhausted, but Chad's got an amazing grasp of language-I didn't want to stop! We didn't even eat lunch! I really need to get home, though. Marty's going to think I'm in a ditch somewhere!" "So, where does Chad stand now, Eddie?" I asked. "He could probably find his way around, handle money, order food, insult people, and tell a few jokes. That's really astounding-like a year's work if he was taking a course at the JC. His accent is spot on. For the words he knows, I would swear he's from Saigon, like me. The vocab is still pretty basic, but he's good at what he's got." Then turning to Chad he asked: "How long are you going to be here?" "Just 'til Wednesday, then up to St. Louis with the family for Thanksgiving. I'm going to stay there until I have to report for AIT at Polk on the 10th." "Tell you what. I've got some use-or-lose annual I need to burn. How about I take two days tomorrow and Tuesday and we keep working on vocab and syntax? I don't think, even as fast as you learn, that we'll make you pass for anything like a native speaker, but we can definitely make you better. I'd like to work in a few more idioms too. Those can make all the difference." Chad looked at me-we hadn't really set plans for the next two days, but we'd both assumed we'd be together pretty much the whole time. "You gotta go for it, Chad." I said. "Eddie, that's just incredible you'd do that for Chad." "OK, Eddie. That sounds great, and thank you. A lot! But I need to keep from burning out. Now that we've stopped, I realize we've gone about as long today as I've got in me. I was worried that I was shutting down after only a half-hour! I'm relieved to find I just lost track of time, but we've gone non-stop for about 6 1/2 hours, and that's about my limit. How about you swing by about 10 both mornings and we'll go from there. Or, I could meet you at your place?" My place might actually be better, Eddie said. I've got a few things from Saigon I'd like to show you. Marty can join our conversations too. She's from the Central Highlands, and her accent is different. "I've got classes tomorrow and Tuesday," I said. "I was going to blow them off and just hang out with Chad and Dene, but I've got a 4.0 going now, and I'd hate to miss a pop quiz or something. I'll plan on going in, I think. Tomorrow I've got a 10:00 and a 1:00, so I'll be gone from 9:30 to 2:30 or so. Tues is a 9:00, 11:00 and 2:00." "I'll be at the shop all day," Jan added. "Dene, you want to come with me? I could use some extra help on the register while I work on the books." "Sure, Jan, I'd be glad to!" "Okay, then," Chad said. "Eddie, I'll be at your house about 10 and we'll go from there!" Eddie took his leave and wished us all a good night. We turned again to dinner, and settled on ordering pizza and drinking beer instead of cooking. It hit the spot! As we cleaned up from dinner, I whispered to Chad: "I want you all to myself tonight. Is that OK with you? We don't have much more time for the 3 of us to be together, and if you want more time with Dene, I'll understand." Chad kissed me lightly. "Let's make it an early night. Just the two of us." We excused ourselves and headed to the shower. It was a "classic" night for us. We reverted back to the pattern of our love-making in the months before he got drafted. No exploration, no new boundaries, nothing unfamiliar. Well, almost nothing. We showered together and took our time at it. Chad hugged me close and soaped my shoulders and back. With the shower beating against his back, he used his soapy hands to massage my back and shoulders. Turning me, his firm hands on my back pressed my tits into his chest, and the movement of the massage had the effect of stimulating them at the same time. It felt absolutely wonderful. It felt wonderful, too, when his hands found their way down to my butt cheeks. Oddly, it didn't light me up like it usually did-it just gave me a very deep sense of delight. If I could have purred, I would have! We reversed and I worked on his back for a while, then kneeled and gave each leg a soapy massage before giving attention to his balls and dick. I was surprised he wasn't hard when I kneeled, but with my cheek brushing his crotch as I worked on his legs, that changed. Cupping his balls in one hand, I reached around and soaped between his ass cheeks with some special attention to his bung hole. He shuddered and let an appreciative "mmmmmm" escape from his lips. Hmm. Interesting. I rose again and stood back a little to soap his chest. I turned him around, hugged him from behind and reached around to continue running my hands over his chest. It seemed a little hairier than before he left. Like Dene, his pubic hair flowed up from his crotch, narrowing toward his navel and then blooming wide as it ascended his chest. I loved running my fingers through it! Standing behind him, his ass fit into the area between my belly and pussy. I reached down to make sure his dick was good and clean (wink, wink) but didn't linger before moving back up to play with his nipples. I felt them stiffen under my touch and rolled them between my thumbs and forefingers. There wasn't much spare skin on his muscular chest. I turned him into the shower stream and put some pressure on his shoulders to have him kneel and washed his hair. When we rose again, he hugged me from behind and returned all of my attention, even including washing my hair! That was actually a first for us, but what a treat! Only when the temperature signaled the water heater had given us everything it had did we turn off the shower and reach for the towels. As we walked the short distance back to my bedroom, I heard the faint but unmistakable sounds of someone's ass getting paddled. Chad didn't seem to notice. In bed, we followed our "formula" and settled into a nice 69. We did draw it out more than usual. I stopped each time I felt Chad start toward an orgasm. He was working on my pussy very gently, not sucking on my clit yet. He would lightly kiss around in my bush, nip at my thighs, kiss his way over to my pussy and tongue fuck me for a while before pulling back and repeating the process. It took us a half-hour of our favorite foreplay before I didn't stop when his orgasm began to develop. He went to work on my clit in earnest then and we went through our well-practiced variations of intensity until we both came at the same time. It seemed to last forever! I clamped my thighs around his head and humped like crazy. He grabbed my head and fucked my mouth with the same intensity as his cum blasted into my mouth. I hungrily hoovered every drop of cum out of his dick and we finally rolled onto our backs. He reached for my hand and squeezed it. "Damn! We are GOOD!" Chad gasped. "Practice pays!" I replied, and kissed him gently. "Can I ask you something while was get our breath back?" "Sure?" he said, a little apprehensively. "What gives with Dene and the paddle she bought at Jan's store?" "Whoa-what store and what paddle?" Chad asked. "Oh. Sorry. That sexy lingerie store next to Jan's record shop? She keeps it a secret, but it's Jan's. She took us there to get a swim suit for Dene to replace that thing of mine she had to squeeze into yesterday. She's got an "adult toy" store behind the lingerie section, too, with all kinds of dildos and other stuff. Jan gave Dene $50 of store credit and she went a little nuts buying stuff, including a leather paddle. I didn't quite get that, but she grinned at me like I ought to know." "You got me," Chad said. "Dad used to be pretty strict with us when we were little, but he'd use either his hand or one of those biff bat things on us. If it was serious, it would be pants-down and right on the underwear. Or skirt up, I guess, in Dene's case. The last time I remember either of us getting, though, it was Mom giving it to Dene. Come to think of it, Dene was getting it pretty often then, and for dumb stuff. Kind of like she was asking for it. It was around the time her tits started growing, I think. Anyway, after Mom gave it to her that time, they started grounding her instead and she stopped doing so much stupid stuff." "I heard somebody's ass getting paddled as we got out of the shower." "Wow. Had to have been Jan on Dene or vice versa," Chad speculated. "Pretty much. I've gotta find out what that's about. Chad?" "Mmm?" "What do you think will happen with the language thing? Did Eddie have any thoughts?" "He said if the Army had half a brain, they'd spend my AIT on languages. But he said that might or might not be a good thing for me. It might land me in Army Intelligence, and that might make it tough to tell anyone where I was or what I was doing. He said you and I ought to have some code words that would pass a censor if I wanted to keep you in the loop." "Holy Shit!...Chad?" "Um Hmm." "You think we should get married? I mean before you leave for AIT?" The marriage question had stayed unvoiced for a long time. I thought about it all the time. I didn't really want to get married right away, but suddenly, it seemed like the time was short. (Holy Shit! I just proposed to HIM!) "I've been trying to bring that up since I got here, Kath, but I've been scared. In fact, I've been thinking it ever since March." "It is scary. I'm not sure I want to be a married woman before I'm out of college. What scares you?" "Mostly I was scared you would say no. And I'm not sure it's a good idea to get married and then leave. I can't imagine spending the future with anyone but you. Now, I've got no idea what the future is going to be. If we don't get married now, will you wait for me 'till I get out?" "Is that a proposal of some sort?" "Well, yes-not how I'd figured I'd propose, but yes. Kathy-I want to marry you. Maybe not this week, but I want to marry you and nobody else." "Then yes-absolutely. I'd wait for 20 years if that's what it took." "That's a long time without sex!" Chad teased, "can you manage?" "Hey!" I shot back, "I'm only waiting to marry you-I didn't say a thing about no sex! But just in case, maybe we'd better store up a few more memories to sustain us!" I reached down to play with his dick. It was soft, but sprang to life quickly and Chad pulled me close for a deep kiss. The kiss brought instant moisture to my pussy as Chad soon discovered. He mounted me in the missionary position and slammed his dick home with authority. "YES!" I whispered huskily, "Hard and fast! Keep it up! Keep it up! Keep it UP. FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME!" And did he ever! After about 5 minutes, I had another vaginal orgasm and punctuated the air with a series of low, loud grunts. I was vaguely aware that Jan and Dene could probably hear me, but I just didn't care. Chad knew I came (how could he miss it!) but he didn't stop. He kept slamming into me with fierce intensity and goddamit, I came again not 30 seconds later! Still, he didn't stop. He fucked me hard for fully 15 minutes until he himself began growling, low and deep in his chest, and then exploded into me and roared. Even after his orgasmic spasms stopped, he didn't pull out. He propped himself on his elbows above me and kissed me for a long time. I wrapped my legs around his ass and marveled at the perfect delight in and around me. He rolled off me and lay on his back briefly before asking: "Want me to clean you up?" "Only if you like it. I got the impression you had to make yourself do it on the beach." Chad winked at me, then moved between my legs and began sucking our combined juices out of my pussy. Fair being fair, I moved around to suck his dick some more, enjoying both the traces of my own juices and the few remaining drops of cum that I could suck out of Chad's now flaccid dick. After a bit, I woke up with my cheek on his thigh and his arm draped over my hips. In the dim light, I realized he was hard again. "You awake?" I whispered. "Yep!" "You're hard!" "Yep!" "Hmmm. Whatcha got on your mind?" "I was thinking I forgot to get on my knees when I proposed." It took my sleepy mind a few moments to connect with what he was thinking, but then asked: "Chadwick Preston! Are you going to propose while you fuck me doggy style?" "Depends on your, ahh, receptivity." "On your knees, big boy!" I said, coming back to life. Quickly, we were "coupled" again. Chad held my hips as he slowly moved the full length of his dick in and out while he sweetly proclaimed how much he loved me and finally asked: "Kathy, will you be my wife?" "I can't answer that without looking at you Chad. See if we can spin me around and lift me up." It went more smoothly than I thought it might! Without taking his dick out of me, Chad pulled me to the end of the bed, lowered my hips, helped me turn on my back and then scooped me up in his arms as he stood upright. I wrapped my legs around his back and said "YES!" then kissed him deeply. I felt him cum again while we stood. I felt so happy; the tears began flowing as I kissed him over and over. Monday and Tuesday nights were much the same, just without the proposal. I agreed we wouldn't say anything until he could get me a ring. He wasn't sure about whether or not to ask my dad for "my hand" since we'd already passed that point. I thought it would make Dad happy, so we kept quiet until we got to St. Louis. The four of us went our separate ways during the day, Jan and Dene to the store, Chad to Eddie's for language lessons and me to school in the daytime. We ate take out together in the evenings, and then retired to bedrooms at opposite ends of the house for sex. It was Dene's ass on the receiving end of the paddle, I learned, but she would only smile when I asked her what the hell was going on there. Tuesday night, she raised her skirt to reveal her bare behind as she walked down the hall to Jan's room. It was a mottled red with a few rectangular bruises. I resolved that she would absolutely tell all before we parted. Wednesday, we were off for Thanksgiving in St. Louis and a huge family reunion. To be continued
Don't Look Back Ch. 12	9,649	4.6	948,365	[ "m/m erotica", "gay", "taboo", "contemporary", "incest", "father/son", "dom/sub", "glbt" ]	By the time Lee released him, Marshall's breath was coming in heavy gasps and his head was spinning—and the wannabe dance partner had disappeared. Guess he could catch a clue. Marshall didn't mind. There were plenty more where he came from. Including the sexy man who'd just kissed him stupid. "Wanna dance, cowboy?" Lee asked in a sultry voice. Marshall broke into a wide grin. "Hot damn, you know it!" "Then don't you think you should get up? I don't see that dance floor moving up here anytime soon." Warmth spread through Marshall's cheeks, and he heard Roy snicker. But he didn't mind. There wasn't anything but love behind those words. Love and a bit of fun. He waited for Lee to rise before leaping to his feet. Putting his hands on Marshall's hips, Lee said, "C'mon, let's show 'em how it's done." To Roy, he added, "If that pretty boy gets back with the drinks, can you pick up the first round? I'll catch the next." "You got it, Lee." "Then let's go." He swatted Marshall's ass for good measure, and they sashayed their way down onto the dance floor. They found themselves a bit of space on the edge of the floor and began to dance, bumping hips in a slow sensual grind to the rhythm that pulsed around them. They fit together like a hand in a glove, sliding together naturally, like they'd just come off an episode of 'So You Think You Can Dance.' Lee guided Marshall with expertise, and he knew how to lift and spin Marshall, making it appear effortless. Little by little the space around them grew as people stopped to watch and admire. The two men paid them no heed, focused on one another, until the music stopped, when Lee bent Marshall over backward and kissed him. They came upright to thunderous applause. Marshall couldn't help but notice a few people had their phones out. Taking pictures, no doubt. "You did good, boy," Lee praised him, and Marshall warmed to his words. Just then the music changed, and the dancers re-arranged themselves into lines. The boys engaged in some good ole scooting and booting before finally leaving the dance floor for the table. The drinks had arrived while they were gone. They slid back into their places, dropped the shots into the beers and drank. "That server sure seemed disappointed you weren't here," Roy teased. "Kept asking about you. Wanted to know if you were taken." "What did you tell him?" Marshall asked. Roy shrugged. "Said if he wanted to know so bad, he should ask Lee." Marshall kicked him underneath the table, and Roy laughed. Lee leaned over and pinched Marshall's cheek between thumb and finger. "Aw, what's the matter, sweetums, feelin' a mite jealous?" "No, of course not. I just thought he was trashy, that's all." That produced more guffaws from Lee and Roy. "I'm not jealous!" Marshall protested. Lee clapped him on the back and grinned. "Oh no, not much you aren't!" Blondie chose that moment to walk up to the table, producing more hoots of laughter from Lee and Roy, and little enthusiasm from Marshall. The server tossed his long hair back, away from his face, and batted his eyes straight at Lee, ignoring Marshall's presence entirely. So much so, he stepped on Marshall's foot in his eagerness to get to Lee. "Goddammit, those are new boots!" Marshall spluttered. The server paid him no heed and leaned around him, his attention all on Lee. "Can I get you something else, sugah?" There was no mistaking what the blond was offering. And it wasn't liquid refreshment. At least, nothing that came from the bar. It took all of Marshall's self-control not to lean his chair back onto two legs and block the server's way, but he didn't do it. "Yes, you can." Lee's voice was deceptively calm. Marshall recognized the don't-fuck-with-me undertones. He returned his chair to its original position and kept quiet. "What can I get you, handsome?" "Some respect for my partner," Lee replied. "And an apology for stepping on his foot." Lee slid an arm about Marshall's shoulders, his message clear. Marshall felt his heart expand a hundredfold, and he reveled in the security and love that was Lee. He looked up at Blondie, who'd thrust out his lower lip in a pout, undoubtedly hoping to gain sympathy from Lee. Marshall could have told him he was barking up the wrong tree there. Lee cleared his throat with purpose. Blondie backed up a pace. "I... I'm sorry," he muttered in a voice that barely carried over the music. Marshall glanced at Lee, who nodded. "Apology accepted. And can we have another round of the same, please?" Marshall said. "Yes, sir. Right away." Marshall thought if Blondie were wearing a skirt, he would've curtsied. Instead he simply turned and shuffled toward the bar, a whole lot less sass in his step, and a whole lot more contrite. "You see? Anyone can be trained, if you know how to do it right." Lee reached for his beer with his free hand, a twinkle in his eye as he observed Marshall over the rim of the glass. "Is that so? I'm guessing you mean me?" Marshall couldn't help but stare into Lee's dark blue eyes. He tried not to smile, but he wasn't that good at dissembling, tending to wear his heart on his sleeve. When it came to Lee, anyway. "Well, he sure doesn't mean me." Roy snorted. They all laughed at that, and any lingering tension dissipated. The chastened server returned with their drinks, and a sunnier disposition. "You know what, I think I see a pretty little filly that needs some attention. I'll catch up with you." Roy rose, took his beer and disappeared into the crowd, leaving Lee and Marshall alone. "Hey, Lee, long time no see!" Another country heard from. Lee turned toward the newcomer.
Mature Fantasy Club Ch. 02	85,237	4.58	236,155	[ "group sex for seniors", "sex fantasies" ]	Part 1. "Wendy, what do think about the new couple—Jay and Lauren—that joined our club, yesterday?" "They seemed like they fit in pretty well. My intuition tells me that Lauren's fantasy of having sex with a woman is a product of real experience, not imagination. She seemed to fit in real well with Rhonda, not missing a beat in knowing how to satisfy her sexually. I know you men enjoy watching us women so she should be real helpful in that department." "Jay and you were real hot. You used that lubricant on your boobs and he seemed in ecstasy when you rubbed him between your "finest assets" if you know what I mean." "Honey, I was thinking of you the whole time. And you sure were turned on by the sights as evident by our lovemaking last night." "You got that right. I was as hard as a cucumber, without any chemical assistance. But what did you think about Jay." "Well in the beginning, he seemed to be holding back sort of. But I noticed something very unusual. When I first began rubbing him between my boobs, he got hard. But after a few minutes, his penis expanded by about an inch or so and he started rocking and rolling. I never noticed any of our other males, including you, actually go through two stages of erection." "Yeah. That is unusual. You need to share that with the other females in our group so they can work that into their routine." Jim and Wendy were in their kitchen the next morning drinking coffee, discussing the Mature Fantasy Club meeting in which they initiated Jay and Lauren as new members. They had been one of the original couples in the Club, which formed about three years earlier. Wendy's Story Wendy was a 62 year old with two children and two grandchildren. Jim was two years older. Jim and Wendy had a pretty good sex life for most of their marriage, once she was able to adapt to Jim's "condition." When they started living together after their engagement, Wendy discovered to her surprise that Jim was "really hung." In fact Jim, only 6 feet in height, had a nine inches plus member when fully erect. Jim was a bit embarrassed by his penis. He told her that in gym class, he was always attracting catcalls because his penis was hard to contain in his shorts, even when flaccid. Wendy was a little intimidated by his size, wondering how she could handle it inside her tight vaginal canal. Through experimentation and Jim's ministrations, they finally evolved into a good sexual relationship. And after she had her kids, Wendy's vagina stretched so that she could accommodate more of his erect penis inside. Even so, Wendy's favorite position was to sit astride Jim, taking in as much as she could and letting his penis rub against her clitoris, as she leaned forward. Wendy learned to use lubrication on her fingers, to rub against the clitoris while he penetrated her, often leading to very satisfactory orgasms, while Jim kneaded her breasts. Jim was a real breast man, and though Wendy was only a 34B, Jim never seemed to get enough. Jim's testicles were huge as well and produced long satisfying spurts inside her. Wendy had her tubes tied after two kids, because she was afraid that other birth control methods would not work, given Jim's strong ejaculations. Then, disaster struck about the time Jim turned 58. He had started having trouble keeping an erection for any length of time. And when he did ejaculate, it was often weak or premature, leaving both of them dissatisfied. They tried everything. Wendy would spend long minutes, sucking him to erection, only to have him lose it within seconds. Knowing his love of breasts, Wendy suggested that she have implants. She went to a cosmetic surgeon and asked him to implant the largest breasts possible. Given her hip size, the surgeon agreed to make her a 36D with round orbs and nipples that were very prominent. After the operation, Jim thought she looked terrific and enjoyed the additional caressing, but it didn't seem to make a real difference in sexual performance after the first time or two. Finally, they went to a doctor who suggested that Jim worked too hard and was under too much stress. It was then they decided they would retire. But unfortunately retirement didn't really fix Jim's condition, and when Wendy heard that this Fantasy Club was forming she pressed Jim to join. The other women in the Club took one look at Jim's huge penis, even in its flaccid condition it was as large as most men when they were erect. Wendy told them about Jim's erectile dysfunction, and they took as a real challenge to turn Jim around. Even the other men were impressed as none of them measured more than eight inches fully erect. Rhonda and Cecilia did everything sensual they could think of to help Jim. They sucked his penis and testicles together, one tongue on each side. They pushed his semi-hard penis inside Cecilia's vagina while Rhonda sucked his testicles. They titillated him by playing and climaxing with each other in a hot girl on girl maneuver in Jim's full view. But they couldn't do much about his ability to perform. While the other Club members were titillated considerably by the women's ministrations on Jim, frustration on this issue was growing, because the men were outnumbered for some of their games. Finally Bob read a report about the latest male hormone drug called Viagra. He immediately thought about Jim and urged him to get a prescription. In Bob's fertile imagination, not only did he think it could help Jim overcome his problem, but the other male members could also benefit. He had noticed that the males seemed to have more difficulty performing at the Club meeting on Thursdays, after only two days rest than they did on Mondays. The night after Jim took his first pill was one that Wendy will always remember. With a little foreplay and tongue caressing the penis head, Jim became hugely erect with a boner that was hard as steel. The blue veins transversing his penis pulsed with blood and pre-cum emerged from his piss lips, for the first time in almost two years. Nectar flowed profusely from Wendy's labia as she eagerly anticipated the long awaited sexual action. She leaped into her favorite position astride Jim, shoving his penis into her love canal. She rocked up and down, as Jim began kneaded her turgid nipples and fulsome breasts. This was hard fast action for both of them, frustrated by months of unfulfilled passion. While oral sex was generally satisfying for Wendy, it never substituted for being filled up to the hilt with huge squirts of fluid flooding her insides, setting off cataclysmic vaginal orgasms through Jim's fucking actions. Now one was fast approaching. Wendy's eyes rolled back, her body now in overdrive, with breasts bouncing and heaving, her face grimacing with pleasure. Jim was fast reaching his peak, his huge shaft plunging in and out in tune with Wendy's humping motion, finally erupting in huge gobs of sperm, seeping out of her on to his pubic area. Simultaneously, Wendy vigorously, fingered her clitoris, using the mixture of sperm and her juicy nectar as a lubricant, triggering immense and prolonged vaginal and clitoral contractions as she fell forward on Jim's chest, keeping his penis tight within her canal. After a few moments to catch her breath, she was amazed and gratified that Jim was still fully erect and raring for more. They did it two more times, and finally collapsed in exhausted sexual splendor. The next day Jim delivered several pills and instructions to each of the members of the Club for Thursday's meeting. They observed that his huge smile acknowledged that he was definitely back to normal, in fact better than normal. After that, "Viagra" became one of the most popular Club events. "Wendy, do you have any ideas about Thursday? It's at our house and we're responsible" Wendy refocused on the issue, coming out of her reverie. "What ideas were recommended by the members? Examining the notes, Jim replied. "We have two votes for "In All Holes; one vote for Nurse-Patient, one vote for Porno Night, one vote for Women's Choice; and one vote for Spin the Bottle." "You know that we have never be able to really do "In All Wholes," to the fullest extent. The best any female has been able or willing to do is two out of three simultaneously. I wonder if Lauren would like to set a new standard. After all, she is the youngest member." "Even you balked, what makes you think she would agree" "Last year when I said no, it was because you would have had to be a part of the trio of males. You are just too huge to be in my pussy while someone else is in my ass. I would split. With the extra man in our club, you could be an observer or even a helpmate. You know that I really enjoy anal penetration, and in fact, since we've been in the club, I have been getting orgasmic contractions in that area, especially when I am lubricated. Sometimes, they are better than my vaginal climaxes. In any case, it's probably too early to propose it to Lauren. We need to wait until she is better acclimated, perhaps using some of the thinner dildos." "I suggest you talk to her about some of the outfits that she needs for some of our games. Like, a nurse's uniform and a sexy bustier, if that's what you call them." "Yeah, you're right. I'll give her a call this morning. But I have an idea for our event that I bet you'll like. Remember that porno flick we watched where the woman is captured by a desert tribe and other women in the harem get her ready for sex with the sheik, engaging in a three way girl on girl." "Yeah, that was hot." "Well let's do something like that on Thursday. And I'll make sure that Lauren is the one who plays the captured woman. And instead of just sex with the sheik, he will be aided by his brother, for an "All Holes" event." "And the others." "The two women who stimulated Lauren will play "Sandwich" with Jay, initiating him as well as Lauren. And the other couple can either watch or go off to a bedroom for a "couples only." " I think the other couple should be offered the opportunity to extend the Sandwich. We have never done a real orgy before." "OK, that sounds good. Just talking about Thursday is stimulating me, and if we don't stop soon, you and I are going to have to do something about it. And I need to get on the phone to set this up. She kissed him and reached down in his shorts brushing by his huge flaccid shaft, gently caressing his hanging testicles, waiting for their chemical stimulation." "That feels great, hold that thought for later." Part 2 Thursday morning the Club gathered at Jim and Wendy's house, eagerly looking forward to their regular meeting, now with four couples instead of three. As instructed by Wendy, each couple came with a small suitcase, packed with their appointed costumes. Lubricants and toys were already available at the house, transferred at the end of the previous meeting. Wendy called the meeting to order to announce today's sex games. "Did the men take their Viagra earlier today?" Heads nodded. "Good because we're going to have two fantastic erotically-charged games today. First, I am going to play a scene from an adult movie that most of us have seen before. We are going to use this scene as theme for our games. The theme is Harem, and the wives have bought special outfits for today, which we hope you men will enjoy now and in the future. We will have to make a few editing changes in the scene you are about to see to accommodate our special needs, but more about that later. The scene takes place in the Arabian Desert, when a Bedouin Tribe captures a beautiful European woman. Jim has fast-forwarded the tape to the beginning of the scene. Jim, please turn down the lights." The members lean back in the chairs as the large screen TV is turned on. The woman is being led to a chamber, where several nubile females, who are naked from the waist up, disrobe her. The assistants have beautiful orbs. The long- haired assistant is probably 38 C and the other has smaller, curvy breasts, probably 34 B. These females proceed to wash the beautiful porno star who has gorgeous dark eyes with bodacious natural tits, probably around 38 C that look firm and satiny. The assistants gently take her to a large cushion, where they begin powdering and lubricating, focusing first on her prominent breasts and then down her body to her labia. The large breasted assistant, beautiful but not quite a pretty as the star, caresses her breasts while the other nuzzles her clitoral area, which has a V shaped triangle of hair and tongues around and inside her labia. The camera focuses on the tonguing action, as the assistant nuzzles the star. The porno star gradually heats up and sounds of Ooohs and Ahhs pulsing across the screen. The camera close up reveals moisture clearly flowing from her swollen labia. However, the star is not permitted to climax. Eventually, the buxom assistants leave and entering the room is a well-endowed prince, who ravishes the porno star. First, she sucks his large penis and then he penetrates her. The star looks like she is really enjoying the action. After a long fucking session, he withdraws and ejaculates sperm over the star's breasts. Jim shuts off the VCR, at that moment and turns on the lights. "Does everybody think this is hot scene, worthy of our playing the parts?" From the nods around the room, there is general agreement. Cecilia asked? "Who is going to play the porno star?" "To be fair, I have four straws in my hand. Three are seven inches; one is four inches. The female that picks the short straw will play the Porno Star. After that we'll decide who plays the two female assistants. Lauren, since you are new, you have the first choice of straws." Lauren picked a straw, it was four inches. "You won," Cecilia groaned. "I hardly ever win." "Since I am the host, I will defer to Cecilia and Rhonda's wishes. If they want to be the two assistants, I am ok with that." Cecilia replied. "Before I choose, explain what will happen in the game and the alternate game." "After the two assistants leave the scene, they will become a part of a second game of "Sandwich" with one of the other men. The third female can choose to go a bedroom with one of men in the club, to enjoy each other privately, or can add to the Sandwich, creating a little orgy. We are going to edit the script to permit "the Prince's brother" to form a male duo, who can play "Fill the Holes" with the Porno Star. Rhonda pipes up. "What you're saying that the Assistants get to enjoy a girl on girl scene in addition to male-female action." "Yes." "It sounds good to me. Cecilia, are you with it." "Yes." "Lauren, any questions?" "Do I get to pick the holes?" " The philosophy of this club is to not do anything against your wishes. Obviously, you have three holes, your mouth, your vagina and your anus. The game requires you to pick any two holes for sex. Or you could select all three on a sequential basis, since there are only two men playing. Our only guidance is that a male's penis may not re-enter a hole after penetrating the anus. This is for obvious sanitary reasons. I should mention that the other women were anal virgins before we joined the club. However, with the proper lubrication, I, for one, have found it a very sensual experience. And the men really go for it." " I have heard about anal sex and appreciate that it may be sensual, but I think I want to do some home experimentation before I try it." "Its your choice. We need to select the male participants. As Lauren's husband, Jay will not be a part of the duo. I suggest you be the male in the "Sandwich" game. Is that ok?" "Yes." "Since I will not be one of the Assistants, Jim should be the Prince or his brother. And that leaves Don and Bill. Since Don hosted last meeting, I suggest he be the Prince's brother, and Bill and I will be the couple. Does that sound good?" Heads nodded around the room, as there was sense of eager anticipation to start since the effects of watching the porno were wearing off. "Ok, the women need to get into their harem outfits and go to their assigned rooms. Let the fun begin." Four men and Wendy relax in two adjacent recliners, looking at the screen. Wendy is also dressed in a harem outfit, which has sheer pantaloons with side splits that move with the woman, partially obscuring the view of her shaved vulva and a vest, which exposes her bust line, but covers her nipples and aureole. The men agree that the outfit is very sexy. The men strip down to their shorts. Bill disappears to escort Lauren into the room, where Cecilia and Wendy begin to strip her naked slowly and sensuously. At first Lauren resists their ministrations, but gradually she breaks down and starts return their caresses. They take Lauren to a lounge where she lies, and they begin to use baby lotion to stroke and knead her body. Her 34C breasts are glistening. Lauren always had prominent nipples and the oiling has made them rigid. Cecilia starts to nuzzle Lauren's vulva, stroking her legs in the V beneath. Wendy begins to use her prominent 38C's to rub against her nipples and aureole. By this time, Lauren's body had completely melted in the luxurious sensations of being stroked by two women. Cecilia's tongue jabs into her labia, reaching the vaginal opening, now flushed with nectar. Lauren desperately wants her nub to be massaged and tongued. After several minutes of stroking and tonguing, Lauren is fully aroused sexually. In fact, the combination of viewing the adult film and being pleasured by two women has made her newly shaved vulva extremely responsive. Her mind focuses on the recent past with Nancy and Anne. It's been so long, she thought. "Please, I want to cum. I need to cum," she cried out. But Cecilia and Rhonda have been instructed not to let her climax, if at all possible. Cecilia sticks two fingers into the vaginal canal, feeling for her G-Spot, which she rubs gently, just for only a few seconds. Lauren is further inflamed with carnal desire, her over stimulated body reaching for the release she desperately wants. In the meantime, Wendy observes the erect penises of the four men on the recliner, clearly enjoying the sensual action on the screen. She doesn't want to overly stimulate Jim or Don who have to go into action in a few minutes. But she doesn't mind giving a nuzzle or two to Jay and Bill, stroking their chests and gently caressing their erect shafts and bulging testicles. As she sits between them, they return the favor reaching into her vest, each taking one of her huge jugs in their hands, and kissing her burgeoning nipples, growing increasing turgid. Wendy loves to have her nipples kissed or tugged. Often she likes to have that done simultaneous with climaxing. The surgeon's work actually made her nipples more sensitive that they were before and definitely more prominently displayed. While enjoying these ministrations, she instructs Jay and Bill to enter the room, relieving Cecilia and Rhonda. On the screen, the two women abruptly leave Lauren, writhing on the lounge. Her mind and body are completely focused on sex, and she reaches for her clitoris to try to bring herself to completion. The girl on girl action was made even more intense knowing that Wendy and four males, including her husband, were watching her on the screen being corrupted by Cecilia and Rhonda. Exhibitionist, she thought, discovering a new side of her personality. The she saw Don and Jim walking quickly towards her in their nakedness. Don has about a seven plus penis fully erect, but Jim's was huge, bigger than she had ever seen before. Could she handle this stud, she asked herself, as her body secretions were flowing in greater amounts than she had ever experienced. Jim kneeled down in front of her in the missionary position. He used his penis head to rub the clitoral area, already swollen red from Cecilia's mouth and fingers. Spasms ran from her clitoris right up to her nipples, which were now being massaged by Don. Don then reversed his body, which placed his penis and testicles right over her mouth. Gingerly, she stuck out her tongue and licked the side of his penis. Her vision saw two prominent shafts, which further stimulated her inflamed physical desires. Don sat down on a chair near the lounge, his penis rock hard with desire after seeing the Harem in action, pulling Lauren up to a kneeling position in front of him, where she starting sucking him with abandon, with one hand on his testicles and the other on his knee for balance. Jim retreated to her back, where he started to enter her doggy style. "This is the two hole game, I hope you enjoy it," he said. By this time, Lauren's mind was totally focused on having a climax, as she was right at the chasm's edge that she desperately wanted to cross. She couldn't wait any longer. "Fuck me, Jim. Give me as much as I can take." Jim pointed his huge penis with pulsating blue veins engorged with blood stimulated by chemicals and the movie script, semen boiling inside his testicles. But he had enough control for a man who knew the potential for passion as well as pain within his 9 plus inch shaft. He went in few inches, then eased off, then inserted a few more inches, then stopped. He had just a couple crucial inches left. He held onto her sides and began stroking in and out of her well-lubricated canal. He watched her blow jobbing Don. Then after a few strokes, he saw her body become rigid. Stars were bursting inside of her as electrical shocks ran from her vagina deep into her stomach. Involuntarily, she removed her mouth from Don. "Oh, I'm cumming............" Her head lurched downward and Jim's stroking pace accelerated. She never felt so full before. Her vaginal walls grasped at Jim's immense member, as she felt emotional release flowing through her veins from the continuing contractions coursing through her body. Jim could feel his testicles contracting as Lauren's orgasmic contractions grasped and squeezed his nine inch penis. With three or four thrusts, multiple bursts of sperm shot out of him deep into her vagina. Meanwhile, Don had to masturbate himself, pumping away at his own rock hard penis as the sights and sounds of Harem flew through his sex-addled brain. Suddenly he felt another hand and mouth grasp his penis. It was his wife, Rhonda, who saw his singular distress when Lauren fell forward and who quickly entered the room. Now he couldn't hold back. Ropes of sperm filled her mouth. Then another mouth sucked his testicles. It was Lauren who had recovered enough to see that she needed to complete what she started. With that, Don ejaculated into the air one last time and fell back against the chair, completely exhausted. Before this occurred, Rhonda and Cecilia had been giving Jay a joint suck, Rhonda's mouth on his testicles and Cecilia's mouth on his penis in the viewing lounge. Once in awhile, Jay glanced at Lauren on the screen being ravished by two men, which was extremely stimulating. Jay spurted huge gobs in Cecilia's mouth and when Rhonda left, He got on top of Cecilia and fucked her wildly until she climaxed over and over with her loud moans and screams, reverberating through the room. Wendy had asked Bill if they could just watch the action in the Harem room while they did a mutual masturbation. "I'll make this up to you, for sure, Bill." Wendy loved to be played with by Bill, who was probably the most proficient lover in the Club. He did unique things during foreplay, like blowing on the clitoral region. And when he sucked your clitoris, he did a little humming sound, which stimulated the nub, just as if there was a vibrating dildo, except that he could use his tongue to supplement the vibration. This usually brought Wendy to the peak stimulation quickly, resulting in deep and satisfying multiple orgasms, and it did this time as well. Jim was also proficient at stroking a woman's G-Spot, holding one hand over the woman's vulva and using two fingers to stroke in a "come hither position" in the upper regions of the vaginal wall. Wendy and Rhonda thought that Cecilia was a lucky woman. Wendy was enjoying seeing Lauren being sexually stimulated to the point of extreme arousal. There was something about Lauren that brought out her hard streak and she was particularly frustrated by her reluctance to give up her anal virginity. Wendy vowed to herself that she would somehow take Wendy's virgin ass, and in her spare thoughts, she was scheming as she enjoyed Bill playing with her huge boobs, while she pumped his penis dry. Maybe she could use Bill's G-Spot expertise to overcome Wendy's resistance, she mused.
Hotel - Room 617	84,433	4.72	556,958	[ "ass fucking", "ass rimming", "cock sucking", "cum eating", "athlete", "bareback", "muscles", "passionate sex" ]	I was playing around and cooling off in the surf from an intense pickup beach volleyball game. It was hot as hell and there seemed to be a thousand people on the beach and in the water. In the holiday spirit most people are nice and fun to be around so I enjoy the time I spend in the Gulf waters. I swim almost every day of the year in balmy Florida, even the colder days. Plus, I get a front row seat to some of the most gorgeous bodies in existence, all clad in bathing suits, both male and female. That particular day I needed the stimulation and the camaraderie of happy vacationers. Anyone who loves the beach like I do can relate. I felt someone bump into my legs underwater and the clumsy swimmer slowly surfaced up my legs and front, the wet form slippery against mine, a sensual feeling. Even more sensual was the face and nose that bumped into my privates that were barely concealed in my tiny AussieBum suit. I grinned as the face obviously paused at my crotch before surfacing. I felt a nose hit my package and it felt like a mouth briefly grasped at my penis. Getting hit on at the beach is not an unusual occurrence. Black hair rose out of the water before me, splashing water, and I was surprised the face with it belonged to a man. I decided perhaps it was just a coincidence. "Sorry, I'm so sorry. I can't get used to the salt water in my eyes. It totally blinds me!" I looked into his dancing brown eyes and knew it was no mistake. "Think nothing of it, man. With all these people in the water, bumping into someone else is bound to happen." "I guess I'm lucky I bumped into you. You on vacation, too? "Not exactly." The guy was a stud and I felt my penis stir so I started to walk out of the surf. There were little kids racing around with their families and I wasn't interested in putting on an X-rated show for them. My fully erect penis would have difficulty staying contained in my suit. "Maybe I'll see you again," the handsome one called after me. "Yep, you probably will." I walked onto the beach and didn't look back. I was having a bitch of a day and wasn't really in the mood to flirt. My ex-wife had stormed into the hotel lobby that morning demanding to see me, making a nasty scene and insisting I owed her money. I'd stopped taking her nasty phone calls where she'd threatened to embarrass me so finally she'd carried her threat out. We'd been divorced for over a year and I owed her no support. The only thing I owed her was a bullet between the eyes but since I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of putting me in prison, it really wasn't an option. We had no children and she'd left me for another man while I was serving in the army in Iraq. But she knows I work in a very public arena for a very publicity conscious organization. Expensive hotels on the beach want to attract paying guests, not run them off because their employees carry on like a bunch of Marseilles fishwives. The man Mindy left me for did to her what she did to me. He married her, got access to her bank account and assets, and then left her. Or rather, I should say he got access to money and assets that had been mine before the courts gave it all to her. Don't think I'm mad at him. The truth is I'd shake his hand and buy his drinks for him if he ever came into the hotel bar where I'm the bartender. There's nothing more satisfying in life than actually seeing the old maxim 'what goes around, comes around' actually happening to an ex-wife. Fernando managed to get Mindy to take out a second mortgage on the house, bought some cocaine, made a down payment on a new Lexus, took out more loans, sold some cocaine, bought a 75 foot fishing boat, took out more loans, bought more cocaine, maxed out every credit card available to modern man, took out more loans, sold more of his cocaine, cleaned out their checking and savings accounts, flew to Las Vegas and blew all the money away at the blackjack table. Then Fernando used the only asset he had left. It was a one way airline ticket to fly home to Mama in Venezuela. It was justice that made my cock stand erect and dribble precum. The assistant hotel manager swished into the bar on a busy Friday afternoon about two months later having the standard hissy fit he throws when he has to do anything other than wave his hand and say 'handle it'. He'd been looking for me for a couple of hours, time I'd spent fucking a gorgeous redhead with tits and a pussy made for sex. I can't help it. When I'm horny and I get the offer of a roll in the hay I usually take it. After all, this is a hotel, the guests rarely stay for more than a week, and there's absolutely no commitment. But Mauricio was in a panic. Seems Mindy was burning up the hotel switchboard trying to reach me, making her usual threats about calling the newspapers, the television stations, the White House, every televangelist in the country... That's when I really knew Mindy was beyond desperate. When she's at the point of a total mental breakdown she calls on God like any good Baptist girl that grew up to be a first class whore. It's time for the televangelists to get involved. I explained my marital situation to Mauricio as succinctly as I possibly could while I was making two Hairy Virgins. Basically, I explained, I'd been cleaned out by the fucking cunt while I was in Iraq. I told him the courts awarded her everything but my balls in the divorce settlement, that we had no children or other legally binding ties, and yes, I knew she was about to be evicted, repossessed, stripped naked, and owed over a couple million dollars she didn't know about. I was very calm as I advised Mauricio of the personal details of my life. By then I'd progressed on to making a Slippery Nipple and you can't be nervous or hesitant with those motherfuckers. I patiently suggested Mauricio call the hotel attorneys and file a harassment complaint, get a restraining order, do something with the legal department since he obviously seemed concerned about Mindy. The only other option he might use would be to tell Mindy that I suggested she place the barrel my Magnum 44 - that she now owned - in that foul mouth of hers - filled with seventeen thousand dollars of dental work I'd paid for - and blow her brains out. Preferably after killing that wolverine mother of hers with the same gun. I almost ejaculated into my jeans as I watched Mauricio's fat ass storm out of the bar. And then four days later Mindy slithered into the hotel lobby. While she screamed and threatened employees and guests I ducked out and walked over to the hotel next door to ours. As I left I saw Mauricio going to pieces. Sitting in the cool lobby next door I phoned my friend in the local district attorney's office, the second man with whom I'd had a sexual relationship. He was a really useful sugar daddy contact and he was in love with me. He'd come into the bar chasing after my ass from the first day I went to work for the hotel and finally I let him catch it. I fucked him every way imaginable and made a lasting friend. Sugar was happily married, the father of five adult children, a deacon in a local Baptist church, and a pillar of the community who drank like a fish. If anyone in his congregation ever saw him coming into the hotel he swore he was spreading the message of the love of god. He also loved the way I sowed my oats in his ass while he sang 'Bringing in the Sheaves'. Within thirty minutes of my call to Sugar, Pinellas County's finest had clapped Mindy in handcuffs. As I watched the angry officers taser Mindy for attempting to pepper spray them, my cell phone rang. Sugar delivered the joyful news that Savannah law enforcement had discovered three kilos of cocaine in Mindy's makeup case. The case was in the top of the hall closet when they went to assist with her eviction from my home that the courts had given to her, the home now being seized by the bank. Plus, Mindy had driven her Lexus from Savannah to Clearwater. She'd driven that fine Lexus out of Georgia about thirty seconds before the repo guys pulled into the driveway to repossess it. Sugar's magnificent voice didn't excel only while singing hymns with my dick in his ass or convincing juries to swing the sword of justice; it also sang to law enforcement agencies in an effort to assist in placing society's trash in the appropriate receptacle. Mindy would soon be headed to the appropriate receptacle that awaited her in the Empire State of the South. In the meanwhile she'd be a guest in the Pinellas jail. And since she didn't have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out of, it seemed my ex-wife might finally get the dose of justice that was coming to her. So you see, I can understand why most people would think I should have been making joyful noises myself. After seeing Mindy hauled away I'd changed into my skimpiest bathing suit and had fun playing a pickup game of beach volleyball with total strangers. My quick dip in the surf had yielded the pleasant result of the clumsy swimmer and I hoped I'd see the handsome one again. As I left the beach, I decided to take a nap before my bar shift began. It was so goddamn hot the steam was coming off the cement sidewalk as I walked into the hotel from the beach. A man walked gingerly before me, his skin a fierce bright red from sunburn. He looked like an overgrown lobster, totally disgusting to me. Clearwater beach is a huge expanse of white sand that seems to reflect the sun so you're getting cooked from the sky above and the sand below. I see tourists roast themselves beyond recognition every fucking day. It's as if John Q. Tourist is determined that since he's paying a few thousand dollars a week to stay in our hotel he's going to have fun in the sun even if it kills him. Sometimes it does. I moved past the lobster, walking barefoot on the grass along the side of the walkway, as the lobster cursed the cement and commented that you could fry an egg on it. Yep, I thought to myself, and it's frying your goddamn feet because you're too fucking stupid to simply step off the walkway into the grass. As I walked past the pool enclosure I heard Mauricio call out to me in his Brooklyn queen accent. I turned to find him in the crowd and he was standing by the pool, waving to me. Few things look more ridiculous than a man dressed in a three piece suit standing beside a pool filled with fat tourists screeching 'Margaritaville' as they sing along with Jimmy Buffett on a blaring jukebox concealed in a fake tiki hut. "I know you hear me, Rowdy! Don't you dare walk away from me!" I grinned. "Do I know you, sir?" Two women in the pool giggled. "Steve!" Mauricio yelled. He was red in the face with fury as Steve walked out a storage room concealed in wall beside the pool. "Please explain to the vaquero here that we need him to manage the pool bar tonight! Please! I just can't take any more stress! I feel like slitting my wrists!" I laughed. "There's a really sharp knife in the bar if you want me to get it for you." Mauricio almost spat at me before flouncing away in a huff, leaving Steve, the day manager of the bar, to do his dirty work. Steve held the locking pool gate open for me and walked with me to the tiki hut used by hotel staff as a pool bar and lifeguard station. Officially the hotel posted signs that patrons swim at their own risk but since alcoholic beverages were served to poolside guests in plastic cups, management liked to post bartenders who were also certified lifeguards. This stemmed from a nasty pool drowning accident a few years back that had cost the hotel a bundle of cash after months of investigations by law enforcement, the media, and basically anyone who wanted to get their name in the paper. Steve grinned at me and licked his lips, ogling me obscenely, mocking my bathing suit and my predicament. "Come on, Rowdy, handle the pool for us. Mauricio fired Nate because he came in late again. You're the only certified lifeguard we've got right now. Eileen's coming in later and can help you. I put Carl on your regular bar shift." He kept grinning. "I'm not supposed to tend bar dressed in a bathing suit. You know that. At least let me go change." Steve pulled his garish Hawaiian shirt off and handed it to me. "There. I've got another one in my locker. That'll satisfy the rules for now. And that overgrown Band-Aid you're wearing should get you a lot of tips." "Fuck you. You know goddamn good and well you don't make any fucking tips at the pool. Kiss my ass!" Steve grinned. "Any time. You know I'd love to kiss your ass...eat it out, too." I laughed. "I need to go take a dump. You can eat all you want." He snorted. "You think you're funny, Rowdy. I could hook you up with a few guys that would clamp their mouth to your hole and eat that shit as it came out of that sexy ass of yours." "I'll bet Mauricio's at the head of that list." We both burst out laughing. "You know, dude, you'd get along a lot better with Mauricio if you'd just come on to him a little bit, let him suck your dick once and awhile. He's really not such a bad little weasel." I coughed from some asshole's cigar smoke. "Oh, so that's why you two are thick as thieves, huh?" Steve blew a mocking kiss at me and walked away laughing. We had a great working relationship and he knew it. Mauricio knew it, too, which was why the chicken shit always left Steve to do his muscle work with me. I stood up. "You'll have to put that cigar out now, sir, or leave the pool and beach area." The fat walrus gave me a nasty glare and I glared back. "Little kids are walking around here barefoot, Mister. You wanna ruin their holiday with your cigar ashes?" "Show some consideration for others, you shit!" a woman screamed from the pool and splashed water at the man. "You're all a bunch of sick faggots, all of you. I'll never come to this queer holler ever again." Fatso threw his cigar at my feet and I dodged it. "We'll miss having your company, sir." I picked up the cigar and threw it in a clay pot filled with sand. I busied myself behind the bar for a few minutes as I prepped a few things, got the bar in order. The pool bar was already twenty minutes past normal opening time. "Could I get a Frozen Strawberry Margarita, please?" I turned to see the beach stud smiling at me. "So you're from around here, I see." "Yep." He sat on one of the four bar stools. I could hardly hear him over the noise of the blender. "I don't know how you guys stand it. I'm actually looking forward to getting back to Canada." "It's hot alright. This is one of the hottest summers on record. But it still beats the hell out the beaches in Canada. The water there's cold as a witch's tit even in the middle of July." "So you've been to Canada?" "Prince Edward Island and Newfoundland. My grandmother's from St. John's." "I'm from Toronto," he said. "I've lived there all my life." I fixed drinks for a couple of women and turned to see the Canadian with his head in his hands. I laughed. "You drink it too fast and it'll freeze your brain." "What brain?" he moaned. I took care of several customers while he continued to sit at the bar. He asked for another, this time a Fuzzy Navel. "I heard them call you Rowdy. That's an interesting name." "I've gotten by with it all my life. Mama was in love with Clint Eastwood." "So what time do you get off tonight?" he asked softly. I wiped the bar counter in front of him. "With any luck I'll get off at ten tonight. That's when the pool closes." He was giving me the look. "Could I interest you in a walk along the beach with me afterward?" "I'll be dead on my feet after my shift." "How about swim? I'll bet its quiet in the water after ten at night." I laughed. "Yeah, no one's in the water but the sharks and the idiots who don't mind being shark food." "Really?" He seemed genuinely surprised. "For real. After dark's their feeding time. Didn't you ever see the movie 'Jaws'? The first girl killed in the movie was swimming at night. It's not a joke. A few tourists get killed or mauled every year in Florida." He looked at my crotch and licked his lips suggestively. "Maybe tomorrow," I laughed. "I like to run on the beach at seven every morning if you're interested." "It's a date," he grinned. "Hey, I don't even know your name and you think we're having a date?" He smiled and I could see gratitude in his eyes that I hadn't rejected his advances. "My name's Yannick Darreau and I'm just a lonely Canadian tourist." I chuckled. "Lonely? I doubt that with your looks." He preened like a peacock. "You like what you see?" he whispered. I ignored his question. "What sort of name is Yannick? I've never heard of it." His smile was gorgeous. Perfect teeth. Perfect lips. Both to go with a perfect face. "It's an old Breton French name. 'Yann' means John and 'ick' is little. Little John." "I see, Little John. And are you thinking I'm your Robin Hood?" I grinned mischievously. "Maybe. Yeah. You could be. I think." I burst out laughing. "Which is it?" He shifted his thighs and I could see the tip of his penis hanging from the leg of his loose trunks, the foreskin covering about two thirds of the head, the piss hole clearly in sight with a pearl of precum. I glanced around quickly to make sure no one else could see his little show. When I looked at his crotch again his penis was getting harder. I looked upward to his face to see him smiling. "Little Yannick would like to get to know you a lot better, Robin Hood, a lot better." I chuckled. "Well, let's see what tomorrow brings. Then we'll see if Little John and Little Rowdy have a future together." Yannick stood. "I'll see you at seven in the morning." He dove into the pool and swam underwater to the other end. Then he pulled himself out of the water, treating me to a magnificent view of his fantastic ass as the red wet trunks melded to his body like a second skin. Yannick walked slowly around the length of the pool to retrieve the flip flops he'd left by his bar stool, giving me a show as his penis flopped around in his wet shorts. As he slipped his flip flops on he lifted his arms above his head, squeezing the water from his hair so it ran down his flesh, and showing me the wet dark curls in his armpits, leering at me as he did his act. As the evening wore on, the pool bar got busier and Eileen joined me. The tiki hut was circular and built so the pool fence connected to each side, keeping the pool area secure for hotel guests only. One side of the hut faced the pool area while the other side faced the beach. The beach side always got busier as the evening wore on and as people from the nearby rental condos walked in from the beach to drink. The pool fence kept the beach people separate from the pool patrons. It was almost impossible to bartend the tiki hut alone and during the peak holiday seasons the pool bar needed four bartenders. Eileen was a fun girl to work with, an excellent bartender who was also a student at nearby USF St. Pete. "I'd steer clear of Mauricio if I were you, Rowdy," she advised during a brief lull in customers. "I always steer of that bastard." "Well, be sure you give him an extra wide berth over the next couple of days. He fired Nate for being late this afternoon and about an hour ago the hotel manager fired Amber. She was fucking a tourist in his room and his wife walked in on them. The man claimed Amber was a prostitute and he'd paid her five hundred dollars. Thank god the wife blew the whistle on her husband because she's the one who said they only had a hundred and fifty dollars left. The man and his wife left too embarrassed to file a complaint with the police and Patel fired Amber. He put Mauricio on notice that that he'll fire him, too, if any more complaints come up. We'd have been up shit creek without a paddle if the hotel had been investigated for prostitution." "Wow," I whistled. "Mauricio must be shitting bricks." "Yeah, some of us know you've screwed a few hotel guests yourself, women and men. Mauricio's heard the rumors and he's gunning for you. He's chewing Steve's ass out as we speak." The bar got busy again, I had time to think over Eileen's information, and it made me wary of Yannick. He seemed almost too good to be true, a macho stud who'd zeroed in on me, maybe a little too aggressively. What if it was all a setup? It had happened before several times as management tested the employees for honesty and loyalty. Money and jewelry deliberately left in a vacated hotel room, a few extra dollars added to the cash registers, an irate 'guest' pushing your buttons. My register had come up with too much money a few times but I was always too smart to pocket it. The next morning I was on the beach for my run. I arrived fifteen minutes early and set my watch ahead. I was a good distance from the hotel when Yannick ran up beside me, totally fresh and not out of breath after obviously racing to catch up with me. "You left early," he said. "My watch said seven and you weren't there." I held my arm out as we were running so he could see my watch. "Your watch is fast." "I try. I get more out of it if I run a good pace." Yannick laughed. "Do you always do this double talk shit?" "You're a pretty good runner. You must do it regularly." "I'm a pro baseball player. Running's what we do." I looked at him hard. He'd seemed vaguely familiar but I'd just attributed it to his extraordinary good looks. Men who look like they've just stepped out the pages of GQ sometimes tend to blend together for me. After all, there's only just so many ways perfection can be put together. Still, I wasn't a big baseball fan. I prefer football. Baseball's too damn slow for me. If I'm watching it on television I'm usually asleep by the sixth inning, if I last that long. I've only been to a few live games, all of them exhausting. If I'm going to a stadium, I'll take the Bucs any day over baseball. Yannick grinned as if could read my mind. "I get it. You're not a big baseball fan, are you? You've never heard of me." I shook my head. "I figured it. If you had, you'd have been all over me." I stopped running, unable to breathe from laughing. "Come on! It's not that funny!" "Yeah, yeah it is. What makes it even funnier to me is that guys with an ego like yours usually have monkey dicks." "Oh, really? Well, does this meet your standards?" Yannick pulled the front of his running shorts down, exposing his penis. It seemed partially erect and was maybe six inches long. His foreskin was not long, only covering about two thirds of the head of his penis; in fact, it seemed very tight as if Yannick might experience difficulty pulling it completely back. The penis was a thing of beauty hanging below a mass of black pubic hair. I wanted to examine it more closely but I almost panicked because we were out in the open on Clearwater beach. I stepped in closer to hide his nakedness. "For god's sake, man, pull your shorts up! This is a public beach and you'll get arrested if you get caught waving your dick around on a public beach. Me, too, if they think I'm involved. It may be okay in Canada but it sure as hell's not okay here." He laughed again as he pulled his shorts back over his penis. "Come on, Rowdy, there's no one on the beach this time of the morning but us. Show me yours." We were walking now. "See those buildings over there? Those are called hotels and condominiums and they've got windows. Half the people in them are over sixty and would call the police in a heartbeat, if they don't drop dead from shock first. And yeah, people run on this beach every morning, all day in fact. There's just no one else at this moment." He hit me on the shoulder playfully. "Come on, show me yours, Rowdy. Please, please, please, please." I groaned. "It ain't happening on a public beach. Forget it." "There's a pier. You can do it under the pier. Hell, I'll give you a blow job under the pier." We had come to Pier 60. I couldn't tell if he was joking or maybe mentally unbalanced, probably a little of both. "Yannick, it's flattering to be chased like this but I'm not into public nudity and sex," I said sarcastically. "Hell, actually I've only had sex with four other guys." He grinned. "Modesty is a virtue but you don't need to lie to me, babe. The word is you've fucked half the women and a third of the men who've stayed at your hotel. The people you work with brag about it. If you don't want it here, then come to my room. It's 617." So he'd talked to Steve. He could be such a bitch sometimes, the lying bastard. "That's my story and I'm sticking with it. And another thing, Yannick, two people just got fired, one for sex with the guests. I can't go to your room. I'm being watched by management." "I heard about that. The girl the man accused of being a prostitute worked in the bar, right? He had no case. Anyway, I'm a pro ball player. I've got more to lose than you if the word got out I suck dick." He was insistent. "Come on, Yannick. You can have anyone you want. Why me? I'm nothing special." He grabbed my hand and held it as we walked. "You are special, Rowdy. Don't you ever look in a mirror at yourself? I've never been instantly attracted to another guy like this. You're so fucking gorgeous it makes my nuts ache." I laughed. "Does this line actually work for you? I've heard better from middle aged widows who just need their ashes hauled." "Look me in eye and tell me you're not attracted to me." "I'm not attracted to you," I said but I was grinning as I said it. "You fucking liar. Admit it. You want to fuck me, right?" "You a top or a bottom?" "Oh, we're haggling now, huh? I'll be whatever you want me to be." "Hmmm. We'll see." Yannick pulled me to him and kissed me on the lips before I knew what was happening. I was surprised how goddamn strong he was and I found myself returning his kiss. "Why don't you two pansies get a room?" It was Luther who yelled at us, an old man who was a beach regular. He was in his bathing suit headed to the surf for his morning dip. I saw him almost every day on my run because he lived in the condo building we were walking past. I waved at him and he laughed. He was an old queen who was always commenting on my ass or crotch when I'd run past him. "Be careful with him, Rowdy. He looks like a heartbreaker." "Not me, sir," Yannick piped up, "Rowdy's the heartbreaker here. I'm madly in love with him and he's ignoring me." I had the good grace to blush like a fool and Luther laughed. Luther was a nice guy, probably in his sixties, maybe even older, with a head of magnificent white hair and an athletic body that I hoped I'd be so lucky to have when I was his age. He swam and ran on the beach everyday and it wasn't too long before I discovered he had been the star of a popular drag show in New York City. I also discovered he was an incredible tease, often making a play for me, but most of the time he was just an interesting conversationalist. At first I'd been put off by his effeminate mannerisms, particularly after having my first sexual encounter with another man a few months earlier. I'd been married and divorced, served in the army in Iraq, my father is a general, and I'd been dragged around military bases all over the world most of my life. I didn't need to be Sigmund Freud to know that Luther frightened me because my sexual world had been turned upside down by Richard Mayo when he'd walked into the bar and I'd jumped into bed with him, seduced by his incredible sexiness and his West Point class ring. I felt like everyone was looking at me, that I had a big sign on my back announcing I'd turned queer. Mayo had left after his bank conference ended and after we'd made love every day of his time at the hotel. He was gentle and loving as he initiated me into the world of gay sex. He was a retired army officer and he fulfilled my lifelong fantasy of being fucked in the ass by an older military man. It's a complicated fantasy, trust me. I usually have sex with at least one female hotel guest a week, sometimes several. The bar's a hotbed of sexual activity as vacationers, business people, travelers, and others check in and out in the revolving door that is a typical beach resort hotel. Since I first hit puberty I've fucked girls, starting when I was twelve with Elaine Cooper who was hired to baby sit for me and my two younger sisters. Actually she was there mainly for my three month old sisters, identical twins who were born on my twelfth birthday. We were at the Weisbaden Army Airfield in Weisbaden, Germany and my parents were at a party in the officer's club. Elaine was seventeen but I was a head taller than her and seemed much older than twelve to her. After she got my sisters to sleep she kept me awake giving me my first sexual experience with another person. I'd learned to masturbate when I was nine from some older guys I hung around with but I'd only begun to ejaculate semen about three months before Elaine. She sucked my penis, taught me to eat pussy, how to fuck her, and how to totally enjoy sex. Elaine was a wild girl and we had sex often until her father got stationed in England. After Elaine I couldn't get enough pussy. I bedded only the female sex until Richard Mayo had walked into the bar one night and I knew he was going to be my first man. It was a wonderful experience but I didn't have another man until Sugar a couple of months later. Then a week or so later, a young guy who played with a rock band swept into the bar. He'd named himself Ringo after the famous Beatle and I should have known better. We fucked and smoked pot in his room during his three night stay and the day after he left half of my co-workers told me how he'd described our sexual acts in graphic detail at almost every opportunity. I was humiliated at being outed and felt my life was over but I survived it with a reputation as a sexual Lothario who'd bed both men and women in my lust for sex. Part of the way I survived was Luther. The morning after my outing I was walking along the beach instead of running and I guess my despondency was clear to Luther. He'd almost forced me to his condo where I sat while he administered what he called 'Luther psychoanalysis'. He did a good job and made me understand I feared his effeminate mannerisms because I was afraid I'd turn into a screaming queen since I'd had sex with another man. He got my head on straight and made me more accepting of my bisexuality, of the fact there are many gay men who are not at all effeminate. The intimacy of our conversation turned into sex that day as Luther took advantage of my vulnerability to get me to fuck him. He was a dynamo in bed and my fourth male. We fucked a couple of times more and then he fell in love with his latest companion, Buck, a man in his forties. Buck was a nice enough man, a chiropractor in Indian Rocks, but I felt he was using Luther. Luther was not just retired from the drag queen circuit. His grandfather had made millions with his dishwashing liquid formula and Luther was one of his heirs. I was snapped from my reverie by Yannick slapping on my back. Luther had been busy chatting with Yannick. The many facets of Luther's character always surprised me, none more so than he was familiar with Yannick's baseball career and a huge fan. We walked up to Luther's condo so Yannick could autograph a photo Luther had on his bedroom wall and I realized where I'd seen Yannick before. I'd stared at his photo while I'd fucked Luther. If I'd thought Yannick was a stud before, seeing him again in his baseball uniform confirmed it and I knew I had to get naked with him. After we left the condo we walked along the beach in silence for awhile. "How many guys have you had sex with, Yannick?" I asked suddenly. He blushed. "A few. Not a lot, but a few." I snorted. "A few as in a few hundred, a few thousand?" He threw his head back and bellowed with laughter. "A few thousand? What the hell do you think I am?" "Hey, don't get all hoity toity with me. I remember reading about that athlete that confessed he'd had sex with over ten thousand women. And another one said he'd screwed at least five thousand." He made a show of counting silently on his fingers and then he bent over and counted his toes. He looked so cute doing it I slapped his ass and nearly knocked him over. "You like my ass?" he grinned. "First things first, how many thousand? "Maybe a couple hundred women and about a dozen guys." I couldn't tell if he was joking or serious because his dark eyes were dancing with mischief. "Wow. So why me? Just a vacation fuck? Don't be shy with the truth. I've had my share of vacation sex." "Can't it be just because you swept me off my feet the first time I saw you walking across the lobby? You didn't even see me but you knocked me totally off my pins. I followed you out to the surf and it was all I could do not to suck your cock underwater. Is it okay that I just want you to go to bed with me?" I brushed his windblown hair with my hand. "You're a nice guy, Yannick. You may want people to think you're a pig but you're really not so bad, are you?' "So you'll come to my room. I'm in room 617. "Yeah, you told me. How I'm going to get there without it seeming like it's just for a fuck is what I'm concerned about." He was silent, thinking. "You play chess?" he asked. "Sure, I love the game." "Great, can we walk past your manager when we get back to the hotel?" We did. We walked past Mauricio, Mr. Patel, and Steve deep in conversation at the lobby front desk. I walked on toward the employee locker room and Yannick headed toward the elevators. "Now don't forget, Rowdy," he yelled across the lobby, "you're playing chess with me in my room in half an hour!" "I'm gonna play chess, Yannick, you're gonna lose," I yelled back. I glanced at the management triumvirate and they were in awe, Mauricio's mouth literally hanging open. Naturally, they would know who Yannick was and a celebrity in the hotel was essentially given carte blanche. In the locker room I showered and changed into my typical casual daily Florida attire -- flip-flops, shorts, and a Bucs tee shirt. Shortly afterward I was knocking on the door to room 617. Yannick opened the door, fully dressed in his baseball uniform and cleats. I was surprised and he grinned at me. "Well, you agreed with Luther when he said I look hot in my uniform. I thought you might like to see me in it up close and personal." I grinned at him. "You've never had any ego problems, have you? It's true. You do look good enough to eat in that getup. You can't imagine what those tight pants do for you." "Come sit beside me." We sat on the couch near the balcony door. Yannick's room was one of our suites designed for a vacationing couple. It was a bedroom that also had a sitting room arrangement on the end closest to the balcony. He sat close to me, my bare leg pressed against his uniform pants and I was surprised at the heat that came from his leg. He smelled of soap and a strong cinnamon-flavored mouthwash. I had a brief moment of worry as I hoped my toothpaste was sufficient. There's nothing that can spoil the romance like bad breath. I needn't have worried as his next move was to move his face to mine and press his lips gently to mine. It was a light kiss and his tongue traced my lips, wetting them, and I tasted the cinnamon. I was absolutely trembling with passion when he pulled back. I hadn't expected to react so strongly to him. "I want you," he said softly as his lips brushed my face. I couldn't stand it anymore and I grabbed head with my hand and kissed him fiercely, my tongue probing his mouth in a swordfight with his own tongue. I pulled him down with me as I collapsed onto the couch and he was on top of me. I felt my precum in my shorts and on my thigh because I hadn't worn any underwear. I lay under him as we kissed passionately and his mouth tasted so goddamn good. I've always loved cinnamon and it was like the nectar of the gods sucking it out of his mouth. His hands were under my shirt playing with my nipples as my arms surrounded him, pulling his body to mine. I'd never made out with a man who was in such incredible shape. I felt the powerful muscles in his back and squeezed his tight ass. He had his athletic cup on and it pressed into my crotch, hard and sexy, as he pushed it into my genitals with the fucking motions he was making. His body covered mine completely and it seemed he was exploring every part of my body. He'd pushed my flip-flops off and was rubbing my feet with his, his cleats still on, one hand now pressing my head into the couch as he kissed me hard and sucked my tongue into his mouth. At last we stopped kissing after what seemed like forever, gasping for breath, and he smiled down at me, kissing the tip of my nose. "Let's take this to the bed," he whispered. Yannick stood up and pulled me to my feet, his warm hand holding mine, and he led me over to the bed. He pulled my tee shirt off me and then pushed me back onto the bed, my legs hanging over the edge. He lifted them and kissed my feet before his lips traveled up my legs slowly, kissing and licking me. Finally he was at my crotch and I felt his mouth cover my penis. Within seconds my shorts were wet as he gently bit and mouthed my hard erection. He pulled my balls out of my shorts through the loose leg opening and sucked them, first one, then the other, and finally both of them together in his mouth. I pushed his head away from me. "I don't want to come yet," I moaned. "I want you to," laughed softly. He raised my legs again and pulled my shorts off me completely and then I was naked for him while he was still fully dressed in his uniform. He continued to kneel beside the bed and then pushed my ass up, throwing my legs over my shoulders. I felt the air on my anus before his lips covered it, his tongue pushing against it, trying to enter my most private place. My body quivered like jelly as he made love to my asshole. It finally gave way to his tongue and I felt its wet warmth enter into my body. I couldn't stand it anymore and I began to pant hard as my body jerked, ready to ejaculate my load. He suddenly moved from my asshole to suck my cock into his mouth. I yelled as my semen began to shoot furiously into his mouth. Never in my life had I experienced such an orgasm. When I finally stopped shaking, he was laying beside me, holding my naked body in his arms, his leg thrown over mine. "What's with the scar on your neck? It looks like a rope burn," he asked as he kissed it. "Oh, I had a bad run in with a rope when I was a teenager." I didn't intend to give him the details and he continued to kiss my neck and shoulders, biting and sucking the skin. "You don't know how much I've wanted to taste you, to eat your ass out and swallow your cum. It's all I could think of since I first saw you. I've blown several loads in this room masturbating and thinking of you." His voice was low with emotion. "My turn," I whispered into his neck. I sat up and pushed him back onto the bed. I stood up at the edge of the bed and lifted his feet. I licked the leather of his cleats before untying them with my teeth, all the while looking into his dark brown eyes. They were filled with sexual passion. I could see it in his face, feel it in the tenseness of his muscles. I pulled his shoes off and then sucked his toes through his white tube socks before pulling them off with my teeth. I kissed his bare feet and sucked each toe, my tongue licking between each of them before licking and kissing the soles of his feet, nibbling at his ankles. "Oh, god," he moaned, his eyes closed now, "no one's ever done that before. Oh, fuck." I grabbed his hands and pulled him up so I could remove his shirt. I kissed his chest and down his stomach until I reached his pants. Then I threw his legs over my shoulders and buried my face in his crotch. I slowly opened the waist of his pants before pulling them down his legs and off him. I left his jock strap on, the athletic protector looking obscene under the mesh of the jock, his wild pubic hair sticking through the mesh holes. He was trembling and I rolled him over onto his stomach. I pulled his ass up so he was on his knees, his chest and face still pressed against the bed, and I buried my face in his ass as I pulled the hard muscled butt cheeks apart. I discovered a prize in the crevice of his ass. His body was basically hairless except for his armpits and crotch but I discovered thick black curls between his cheeks. I licked from where the split in his buttocks began at his lower back all the way down to where his jock strap covered his balls. Yannick pushed his ass back into my face, begging me to eat his ass. It was obvious Yannick's ass had been eaten out before. He was totally enjoyed my mouth on his ass but he wasn't writhing like an epileptic as I had been. I kissed his ass and gently bit at his buttocks as I varied my lovemaking. He kept pushing his ass into my face and then when he began to groan and grunt, I stopped. The hair inside his trench was totally wet, plastered to his skin, and there were rivulets of my spit rolling down his ass into his jock strap, to bottom of which was wet. I rolled him over again and his eyes were closed, his tanned face flushed red, and his breathing hard. I pulled his jock strap off his body in one quick motion and the athletic cup popped off with it. His cock sprung free from the cup and I could redness where the erection had been constricted. His balls were churning inside their smooth sack as they fell free and I discovered Yannick had huge testicles in a low hanging sack that hung so low it touched the bed between his legs. I lowered myself onto the bed beside him. His eyes were closed and he seemed almost in a trance. "I'm going to make love to you now, Little John," I whispered, "I want to explore every inch of your body. Can you stand it?" He opened his eyes and grinned, his eyes full of mischievous devilment. "I think so." I put my face into his neck and chewed on his collarbone, bit at his neck, and sucked it, determined to leave my mark for him to see for a few days at least. The scent of his skin drove me wild, the smell of soap and the smooth clean skin. Plus, Yannick had his own scent, his pheromones giving him his own signature smell as his skin released the faintest fresh sweat on his body. It was as though there was an animal attraction, as though we were wolves mating. Never in my life had anyone brought out such sexual passion in me, male or female. I moved down to his armpits, pushing his arms back against the bed as I licked the drops of sweat from them, chewed on his thick pit hair, and swallowed the curls that had broken off into my mouth. I ran my hands over his chest, my long fingers lightly tracing his muscles, his ribs, teasing his nipples into hard erect nubs that I flicked and twisted gently. I kissed my way from his neck down to a nipple and sucked it into my mouth. Yannick's back arched and he let out a loud moan. One of his hands seized my head and began to twist my hair between his fingers, forcing my mouth to stay on his nipple. The other hand tore at my naked back. If he'd had long finger nails he'd have drawn blood. As it was, I felt the pinch of the skin of his fingers as they pulled along the flesh of my back. I pushed my head against the hand that was pulling my hair and moved to his other nipple. The nipple I left was purple and hard and I saw a few hairs matted to the skin around it. I'd not noticed the faint hairs surrounding his nipples until I'd wet them and they stuck to his tanned skin. His back arched again and I forced him back down onto the bed so I could continue to explore his magnificent body. He was panting, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. I kissed my way down his chest and rigid abs, licking the sweat from his skin. Sweat had pooled inside his belly button and I sucked it out, tasting the faint saltiness of it along with his unique fragrance. Yannick was moaning, whimpering like he was crying, as I reached his erect penis standing at an almost ninety degree angle from his pubic bone, leaning to the left. I had been right. The rim of his foreskin was white from the pressure of the thick bell shaped head and I kissed the tip, licking his precum from it and off his skin where it had poured out. I buried my nose in the wild black curls of his pubes as I sucked and chewed the precum juices that had slid into that little forest. "Be careful, baby," he whispered, "the foreskin's tight when I'm hard and you have to be gentle as you slide it back over the corona." I moved down and lay between his thighs before I took his balls into my mouth, rolling them around with my tongue, and he yelled as he pushed my head away from them. He wrapped his legs around my shoulders and back as he screamed. "I'm cumming! Oh, fuck, here it comes!" Yannick was literally bouncing on the bed as he lifted his ass in a frantic fucking motion and I grabbed his cock in my hand, pulling it back and up, pointing it in my face. I watched as the first white spurt shot out of the little slit in his penis. It hit me on the cheek and then his cock was spewing forth his cum like a fucking volcano erupting, all over my face and neck, before his erection finally lost its tumescence and fell into the pube forest. Yannick was still and I leaned over him, lying down on him completely, our naked bodies hot against each other. He opened his eyes and looked into mine. "Lick your cum off my face and then feed it to me from your mouth," I whispered. His tongue came out his mouth and he began to lick my face like a mother cat washes her kitten. It felt so sexy and intimate to have him lick my face, his tongue scraping against the shaved beard of my cheeks. I watched as his cum filled his mouth and then he grinned at me as he kissed me, pushing his hot semen into my mouth. I still detected a faint trace of cinnamon on his lips and I smiled to myself. We kissed for what seemed an eternity as we shared his cum, both us finally swallowing it all, my tongue cleaning the last of it from his mouth. By then my penis was rigid again, on fire for more of his lovemaking. I kissed down his chest, pausing to suck the residual cum from his penis and the pool of drops in his pubic hair. I pushed his legs above him, his thighs resting on his chest, as I again attacked his asshole with my mouth. It was still wet but I'd seen the bottle of lubricant he'd put on the nightstand. I wanted him to enjoy being fucked by me and I poured some on his asshole. I pushed one finger in and kneaded his ass inside, then another, and finally a third one. Yannick's breathing was getting labored again. I rolled him onto his stomach without any resistance. I poured some of the lubricant on my cock and rubbed it in, jacking my cock a few seconds to get it fully hard again. I looked at Yannick's face and he was watching me with what looked like love in his eyes. I gripped his buttocks in my hands and massaged them hard. His ass was incredible to me and I pried it open with both hands, pulling it so tight his puckered little hole opened wide and I could see the dark pinkness of the canal inside him. The beauty of it caused my penis to jerk and I saw a little pearl of precum pop out my piss hole. I was breathing hard again as I positioned my cock at his little treasure, the sexy little rosebud. Yannick was lying on his stomach, his beautiful face turned to one side, and again I marveled at how incredibly gorgeous he was, Adonis in the twenty-first century. His back muscles were tense as he prepared for me to fuck him and I didn't delay. I entered him completely in one quick thrust and he cried out, his hand grabbing at the sheet. I hadn't meant to penetrate him completely but I'd kissed and licked his sphincter muscle into submission and the added lubricant made entry easier than I'd expected. "Am I hurting you?" "God no, I never expected it to feel so damn good, Rowdy. It's been so long since my ass has been fucked," he moaned softly. "Fuck me harder, baby." Yannick's ass was tighter than any woman I'd ever fucked, still tighter than Luther's and it felt goddamn good. Richard had fucked my ass and Ringo I wasn't totally sure about. We'd been so high on his marijuana that I barely remembered being naked in his hotel room. I was fairly sure we'd fucked each other, at least that's what Ringo blabbed to Steve, and Steve had nearly cum in his britches as he related the story to me. Had he not already left the state by the time Steve told me how Ringo had yakked to every goddamn person he saw about "fucking Rowdy", then I'd have been fired for beating the shit out of him right in the lobby. Yannick lifted his calves as he bent his knees and his feet pressed softly into my sides, his lower calves rubbed me gently and I leaned over him, kissing his back and licking the sweat from it. Then I lowered myself onto him as I plunged inside his asshole again. "Relax, Little John, your back muscles are tight as hell," I whispered into his ear. I kissed his neck, nibbled at his earlobe, and chewed his black hair gently. "God, Rowdy, I don't want this to ever end. I've never had anyone fuck me like you." I stopped pumping my cock into him briefly to relish the warm feeling of filling his hole completely, the feeling of his ass muscles gripping my penis as his own penis jerked with passion. I knew I couldn't take much more and I began to bounce on his ass, fucking him for all I was worth, pulling out of him completely before slamming my cock back until my pubes smashed into his ass. I was fucking him so hard I felt the almost painful pull of my penis skin pulling back from the head. "Oh my god!" he screamed. That's the spot, that's it." My cock had found his prostate as I pounded him and Yannick began to jerk. "It's perfect, Rowdy," he moaned, "perfect. Your cock's hitting the spot every goddamn time." Yannick's moans became more like the purring of a cat and it seemed almost as if he was weeping. I kissed his neck and shoulders, nipped them gently with my teeth, and fucked his ass hard with long, deep thrusts. Just when I was beginning to wonder how much longer I could possibly last, Yannick had one last powerful spasm as he arched his back and lifted us both off the bed before he collapsed. I felt his asshole grip my cock like a vise as his orgasm began. His asshole squeezed harder with each shot of his cum onto the bed and in the midst of his orgasm, mine began. I felt my cock unload my hot semen into his ass and it seemed it would never end. My balls ached as the last drops of my semen shot into him. I slumped down onto his back, totally spent, my face buried in his neck. When I woke I was curled next to him, his back to my chest and his beautiful head lying on my arm, as close together as spoons in a drawer. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand and realized I had to be at work in less than an hour. Our lovemaking and the exhausted sleep that followed had taken six hours. I kissed his neck and he stirred. "I'm sorry, sleeping beauty, but I've got to get ready to go to work," I whispered in his ear. "It's gonna be fun explaining how we played a six hour chess game. I hope to god you're really a good chess player. Mr. Patel's a first class player and he's liable to challenge you to a game after this." Yannick's eyes opened and he grinned. "I was the champion all through high school and college. I'll smear his ass into the ground." We sat up in the middle of the bed and he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, pulling my face to his to kiss me. Our kisses were soft and gentle after the passion of our sexual encounter. After a few minutes of kisses, he spoke again in a low voice. "You've really got to go, Rowdy?" I didn't think you went to work until late in the afternoon." "I'm sorry but today's Jamie's day off and Eileen's got exams at USF. Since they fired two other people we're short staffed. I'm working a double shift." I stood up and grabbed my clothes, getting dressed quickly before temptation to stay with him overcame me. It would have been so easy to fall into his arms again and I wanted it so much it almost overrode my concern about being fired. But I really needed the job. Yannick had lain back down on his stomach as I finished dressing and I leaned over and kissed his sexy ass, pulling the cheeks apart for one last lick of ass pussy, before I walked toward the door. "Promise me we'll do this again," Yannick called after me. "We will." I left his room and took the elevator to the lobby. I quickly walked into the employee locker room and took a quick shower. I had a towel wrapped around my waist and was headed to my locker when Steve walked into the room. "How was the chess game?" he grinned. I dropped the towel, naked before him, teasing him as I did regularly, and I saw him swallow hard, his eyes on my penis. I flexed the penis muscles, making it move, and I knew Steve wanted to suck me off so bad it was killing him. Eventually I'd have to give in and let him have his way with me. I almost wasn't dreading that encounter anymore. "The game was wonderful. Yannick's fantastic." "Who won?" I chuckled. "Oh, I did. Was there any doubt?" Steve laughed. "Well, if Mauricio asks about the game I suggest you answer him while you're fully clothed. I can see the hickeys on your neck and shoulders where he captured your piece." I grinned and pulled my shirt on. "You think the collar's high enough?" He reached over and pulled the collar up a bit. His fingers caressed my neck a little longer than was necessary. "Oh, I think it'll do."
Hotel - Room 707	88,902	4.72	559,863	[ "married man", "friends", "male masturbation", "rimming", "cock sucking", "cum eating", "big dicks", "anal sex", "dildo", "military" ]	I sighed with relief as I entered the hotel bar that Friday afternoon. It was Labor Day weekend, always an intensely busy period for a hotel on Clearwater Beach, on any Florida beach. Memorial Day and July 4th are also incredibly busy times as well but Labor Day weekend is total madness as hundreds of thousands of people seek to enjoy the last weekend of the summer before school. The big spring break craze falls into a completely separate category. Not only are there official hotel guests, thousands of Floridians from surrounding counties flock to the beach for the day. Most people don't realize it only takes about three hours to drive from coast to coast in Florida so those who live in the center can be at a beach in about an hour and a half, closer areas in less time. As long as a Floridian has a car and gas he easily can spend the day at the beach. Guests had begun pouring into the hotel on Thursday afternoon, a weekend party crowd determined to live it up. Only an Elvis sighting would bring in a more wild and crazy bunch of people. The big three weekends are a great time to be a bartender. You can make a couple thousand dollars in tips and you can fuck until your cock is completely numb and your nuts feel like you've had a knee in the groin. I probably could have sex with a hundred people or more if it were physically possible. The party crowd that flows through the bar hits on every bartender. When I get off work and put on a bathing suit to cruise the beach I could fuck another hundred. Some people just lose every inhibition when they get to the beach and would fuck naked in the sand if the law allowed it. To say I look forward to the big three is the understatement of the century. All of our bartenders work double shifts on holiday weekends. The hotel hires temps from the local bartending school; also former employees who have gone on to other careers but are grateful for the extra cash. As I came into the bar that afternoon I saw our regular staff and several new faces. I'd been off for two days because I'd been promoted to assistant bar manager and had a grueling weekend schedule ahead of me. As I headed for the employee locker room to change into my Nike's I bumped into Steve, the bar manager. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into his small office. "There's a guy who was here looking for you, Rowdy, name's Matt Logan. He's in Room 707. Why don't you go up and seem him before you come into work?" Matt Logan. I hadn't seen him in almost ten years and we'd only been acquaintances, not close friends. I looked at Steve, suddenly suspicious of his generous offer to let me go see a personal friend instead of reporting to work at our busiest time. "That's nice of you, Steve. You sure you don't want me to report in? I could see Matt on a break later or maybe I could call him and have him sit at the bar." Steve looked uncomfortable. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and turned us toward his office door. "No, no, buddy; you go see your friend. And if you need anything, Rowdy, don't hesitate to ask me. You know I'm here for you, right?" He squeezed my shoulder and from the pained look in his eyes I knew something was wrong. "What's up, Steve? I haven't seen Matt in almost ten years." "Trust me, Rowdy, just go see him now. He seems like a really nice guy." I felt sick in the pit of my stomach. "Okay, I'll go. Thanks, Steve. I'll be back as soon as I can." "Don't worry about it, Rowdy. He's your friend and you haven't seen him in years. I've got enough people here to cover for you. Take all the time you need. Take the whole weekend if you want." I felt sweat on my neck as I walked away. I had no idea what Matt would be doing here or how he even knew I worked here. All I could think of was old wounds being torn open again. I walked toward the elevators, still puzzled why a voice from the past would suddenly appear. I realized I'd have passed it off as Matt having come to Clearwater just for Labor Day if I hadn't seen Steve's face as he spoke to me. Steve didn't rattle easily and he was obviously out of sorts. I got off on the seventh floor and walked to 707, took a deep breath and knocked. There was a brief silence and I thought Matt must have gone down to the beach. Then the door opened and he stood before me barefoot and in jeans, pulling on a dark blue shirt. I couldn't believe how incredibly handsome he was. The Matt I remembered had been a gawky kid who had worn black horn rimmed glasses and most definitely had given no sign he'd grow up to look like this. He was a total stud that radiated a sexual presence, his black hair tousled as if he'd jumped out of bed, the blue of the shirt making his eyes seem purple, with a dark five o'clock shadow. He smiled and stepped back into the room for me to enter. "Rowdy, come on in! It's been such a long time." "What, nine, ten years?" "Ten," he laughed. "I can see I made a real impression on you." "So, are you here on vacation?" "Yeah, I made my reservation weeks ago before I even knew you worked here. I've always heard how beautiful the beaches are here so I decided to find out for myself. Plus I had a meeting in Orlando for my job." I felt a sense of relief. Nothing could be wrong if he'd made his reservations so long ago. "Here, let's have a seat." We sat on the couch by the balcony window. "I'll come straight to the point, Rowdy. Your parents are both dead, died two days ago." I was stunned even though I hadn't seen or heard from them in ten years. We sat in silence for awhile and then I spoke. "What happened?" "It isn't a pretty story, Rowdy. Your mother killed your father with a shotgun and then shot herself. She didn't leave a note but I think most people can figure out why." After all I'd been through with them I still felt tears sting my eyes although I didn't cry. Matt saw my emotion and put his hand on mine. "I'm sorry, Rowdy, I know what you went through and this is probably still hard for you. I had no idea you worked here until Rose Marie asked me to tell you. I guess you must have written her and told her you're here. When Alicia told them I was coming here for the Labor Day weekend, Rose Marie and Mary Alice wanted me to tell you." I'd never written either of my sisters. I hadn't seen or heard from them since I left El Paso. "So is that it? I'm not sure why they would even want me to be notified," I said. Matt stared at me for a moment. "They don't want you at the funeral. They were afraid you'd hear about it and come. I'm sorry, Rowdy, there's a lot of bitterness there." "Don't be. I didn't know and if I had I wouldn't have gone anyway. I wouldn't have done anything." My voice was sharper than I wanted it to be and I saw surprise in his eyes. "I'm not attacking you, Matt. You know that. You're just the messenger here. I take it you told Steve because he seemed all weird when he sent me up here." "Yeah," he replied, "I told him because he got a little huffy and told me you don't have time to socialize on Labor Day weekend. He said anything I wanted to say could be said sitting at the bar or on the Tuesday after Labor Day. So I told him and he changed his tune right away. He really cares a lot about you, Rowdy. I'm glad you have such friends." I nodded and sat silent for several minutes while Matt watched tennis on television. As if in a trance, I sat and stared at Matt's bare feet, seeing them and not seeing them. In any case, his feet were beautiful, the kind of feet you see on a man in a magazine advertisement. I almost laughed when I realized I was avoiding thinking about my parents' awful deaths by focusing on a man's bare feet. Freud would have had field day with that one. Finally I stood to leave. "Look, can we get together a little later maybe? I need to be alone for awhile." He stood and hugged me tight, patting me on the back. I was surprised because we hadn't been that close. "I'll be here and I'd really like to spend some time with you. It's been a long time." "Good, I'll see you later then." I left the room quickly and took the elevator to the lobby. I put my Nikes in my locker and walked onto the beach. It was 5:20 PM and the beach crowd was thinning. Most of the vacationers had either gone to their rooms to get ready for supper or were already eating. Still, the beach was more crowded than it was at this time normally. I saw a few girls -- and guys -- giving me the eye as I slowly walked toward Pier 60. I walked in the surf, the water cooling my feet as they sunk in the wet sand. When I walked, and sometimes when I ran, I liked to do it in the surf for the added weight pull toughening the workout. Now it was comforting. I'd hated my father intensely and had probably hated my mother even more because I had absolutely no respect for her. I hated her for allowing him to abuse me year unmercifully after year without one damn word of support from her. We'd followed my father around the world as he moved from base to base. He liked Germany and France and along the way I'd become fluent in their languages, something that arrogant bastard had never even made an effort to do. Growing up I admired him as all children admire and love their parents. Even with as my hatred of him grew I still had a grudging respect for him, I suspect because of his impeccable military skills and the fact he was a war hero. My father had always slapped me around but I really learned my hatred for them starting around age eight when suddenly my parents began to pressure me and became very involved in my education. It wasn't a parental interest in seeing me do well. It was a fetish. My father was a high ranking officer everywhere we went; eventually culminating in his being named a general after his experiences in the first Iraq War, then the second Iraq invasion, and the Afghanistan war. Dad and Mom were obsessed with the idea that I had to be the best at everything; shine for Dad to make him look good, bragging to his cronies that his son would follow the family tradition at West Point. I did well in school from the beginning but I was considered a goof off with an attitude that started with the first whipping from my father. One of my teachers called him and told him I wasn't paying attention in class and hell split open. School expectations, course levels, and teacher skills vary from base to base, country to country. Some are excellent and some are god awful. I'd spent my kindergarten, first, and second grade years schooled in Okinawa. The school was wonderful and challenging although I didn't realize it at the time. Dad was transferred and I had a new school for third grade. It wasn't bad but it wasn't good either. By the time we arrived at Fort Bliss, I was fifteen and in the tenth grade. I'd moved through five schools in four countries and Dad had requested Bliss because he was born in El Paso. It was going to be his final station before his retirement. Fort Bliss is located in two states, most in New Mexico but part in western Texas near El Paso. We'd spend a lot of off time in El Paso because Dad's sister, Arleen, lived there with her two daughters Lena and Nancy. Both were older than me, Lena seventeen and Nancy nineteen. Arleen was seven years older than Dad and had been divorced four times. It wasn't really clear to me why Dad wanted to retire to El Paso. He'd been gone so long he didn't know anyone and he and Arleen were not even close. It was easy to understand why. She was a total bitch, as were her daughters, and with Dad being a controlling bastard, civil conversation was rare. Mom was always such a whining whipped dog her opinion didn't matter to either of them. It was hard for a child to understand why his mother won't defend him against the abuse and cruelty dished out anyone. Mom never once tried to interfere as my father beat and punished me. Instead she actually went along with it, sometimes slapping my face when she knew I'd done something that my father would be angry about when he came home from work in the evening. He treated me like shit, beat me all the time, and her only response was a milquetoast whine that I needed to not upset my father. In retrospect I realized that I shouldn't have expected anything else. If she'd protested, he'd have knocked her to the floor. The only time I saw her seem really happy was when my twin sisters were born and even then I couldn't understand why. Why would she be happy to bring two female children into the world for him to beat and abuse? He never missed the chance to say the only purpose in life for a woman was to stay barefoot and pregnant. Mom would've had a baby every year if her ovaries had worked. The twins were born because the planets were aligned right in the heavens. Or maybe were misaligned, I should say. They had to be my father's children because Mom was too chicken shit to have ever had an affair. My father would always make me pull my pants down so he could whip my naked ass with his belt and I'm not ashamed to say I cried a lot. If fucking hurt, not to mention it was humiliating, particularly after puberty began. When I first started to sprout pubic hair, Mom walked past during one of my ass beatings. She stopped to stare at my crotch and commented that I'd begun to grow hair 'down there' and I needed to be more of a man. 'Stop crying and take the punishment I deserved like a man' she said. The girls were born when I was twelve and the hair started the same year. I vowed to myself that I'd be out of that hell hole before the girls were old enough to see my naked penis swinging in the breeze while my bare ass was getting beat. The only thing that was funny to me out of the beatings was a time when I was fourteen and my mother passed by during a session. She commented to my father that it looked like I took after the men in her family because my dick was already bigger than his. I proceeded to get an even worse beating as he took his frustration out on me. When he finished with me, he beat Mom with his fists and broke a rib and her nose. When he beat Mom she always had to go to a doctor and hospital off base to avoid bringing attention to Dad's brutality. There were medical records of her beatings in every city we'd ever been in and Mom was too stupid to use a false name, something Dad never realized. It all came to the breaking point the week of Halloween. I don't deny I did wrong or that I deserved to be punished. It was the nature of the punishment that pushed me over the edge. My father never really gave a damn about religion. Why should he when he was one of Lucifer's hell hounds on earth? But he played the game; the chaplains were important to him to help him exert his control over the military personnel. The farce he maintained with the chaplains gave him the guise of a god fearing man who was a patriotic zealot. My biology teacher was married to one of the chaplains and she was a fucking ignorant redneck. As would be expected, she not only didn't teach the theory of evolution, she ranted against it like a madwoman. One who believed in evolution not only faced certain damnation but needed to be 'cleansed by the blood of the lamb' to avoid contaminating other innocent minds. She invited her husband to the class to shed more light on the correct theory of divine creation. I've alluded to the fact I'm smarter than the average guy, not a MENSA member, but far from an idiot. With the luxury of hindsight I know now I was an idiot that day. Chaplain Moses swept into the class like he was the personal messenger of the heavens. He proceeded to preach a load of bullshit while his good wife Dorothy sat behind her desk glaring at us like an avenging angel. I must have had a wild hair up my ass that day because I decided to take him on. I pointed out scientific evidence of the earth's age, dinosaur skeletons, etc. supported Darwin's theory of evolution, and I proceeded to whip the class into a total frenzy of questions the good chaplain couldn't answer. He left the classroom in a rage and when I got home that evening from football practice my father was waiting for me. He tied me to the headboard of the bed in my room, completely naked, and beat me until could see blood on the sheet beneath me. I was screaming and crying because he used a cane he'd gotten on a trip to Singapore. I stayed out of school until the following Tuesday recovering from the beating. And Mom? She added to the punishment by refusing to let me eat for two days, wailing about her wicked child from hell. She did this more for the effect it had on my sisters who had turned three. They were terrified of me, thinking I really was from the devil. When I returned to school it was to a triumphant Dorothy Moses who immediately asked me to tell the class what I'd learned about divine creation. I kept silent and she wrote me up for insubordination. That same day two of my more criminal classmates urged me to join them in seeking revenge on the Moses family. During sixth period P.E. the three of us slipped out of the gym and I poured sugar into Mrs. Moses gas tank while David scratched the paint with a nail and Howard scratched the windshield with a diamond ring he'd stolen from his mother. Typical of my luck, Magdalena Moses, daughter of the chaplain, walked into the parking lot to put her books in the car before she went to cheerleading practice, something that was a serious infraction of school rules. Students were forbidden in the parking lot during school hours and now the spawn of Satan had caught us. Within fifteen minutes David, Howard, and I were in the principal's office with the accusing Magdalena and her mother. Naturally, Magdalena also being in the parking lot was 'not an issue' when I pointed it out to the principal. Fifteen minutes later Dad strode into the office, his face like thunder. He ripped his belt from his waist and in one sudden move pulled my gym shorts and jock strap to my ankles. I still had scabs from the previous week all over me as he began to scream and beat me. My eyes immediately went to Magdalena who was watching my penis flop around. Her eyes rose to meet mine and I could see the laughter in her eyes, the total scorn for me. Mrs. Moses smirked at me and occasionally nodded her head as if to say she was enjoying seeing me get my just desserts. Howard and David were in total shock, tears streaming down their cheeks in fear of Dad. The principal and everyone else kept their mouths shut, afraid to take on a general whose command also included the base schools. Suddenly Dad's belt buckle connected with my testicles and I almost fainted, the only thing that ended the beating because I collapsed to the floor. While on the floor, Howard's father and David's mother came into the office. My humiliation was complete. Dad kicked at me and ordered me to pull my shorts up and go home to await further punishment, part of which would be to get a job to pay for the damage to Mrs. Moses' car. I wasted no time getting out of that office. I grabbed my bike and raced toward home without stopping for my books, my regular clothes, or anything because I knew what I had to do, what I was going to do. I went into the garage and got a rope and a chair. It took me only a couple of minutes to create a noose and throw the rope over a limb of the tree in our front yard. I stripped naked and jumped onto the chair, determined that when my body was discovered everyone who saw it would see the evidence of the abuse I'd suffered for years. Matt lived next door to us and I heard him yell as I kicked the chair out from under me. Looking back, I'm surprised that I felt no fear as I lost consciousness. I tried to jump up and down, to increase the pressure to break my neck. I didn't break my neck but I created a rope scar that will be there until I die. As the world grew dark to me I felt only relief to be leaving it. Instead I awoke to find myself in a bed in the base hospital with a nurse checking my vital signs. My first words to her were regret that I hadn't blown my head off with my father's twelve gauge shotgun but that I'd take of that as soon I was released and sent home. The nurse totally freaked out at my statement. About that time my parents walked into the room, Mom looking like a whipped dog and Dad was angry I'd embarrassed him. I couldn't take it anymore and I began to scream hysterically that I was going to blow my brains out because I was tired of the years of his abuse. I screamed at the nurse and asked if she was fucking blind to the scars on my back and ass from continuous beatings. I saw anger in her face as she ran from the room. About half an hour later two civilian policemen came into the room and ordered my parents to leave. They examined my back as I told them how Dad beat us, how I feared for my sisters, how my mother was as guilty as him, and told of all the civilian doctors and hospitals over the world where she had emergency room records. I also told them I didn't expect them to do a goddamn thing because Dad was a general. I think it might have been my last statement that prompted such an immediate response. I was shoved into an ambulance within minutes and taken to a civilian hospital in El Paso with armed police at the door. My parents were both immediately taken to the police station for questioning and were arrested two days later. The girls were removed from the home and placed in foster care. I was in the hospital psych ward for two months, during which time I was kept informed of what was going on with my family by a psychiatric social worker. Apparently the military brass advised Dad he'd better as quickly as possible before a court martial and a reduction of grade which would lower his retirement pay. Mom maintained to the bitter end that she'd never been abused by her loving husband. Dad retired and they moved to Las Cruces, New Mexico, somehow managing to regain custody of my sisters as Mom swore that I'd been a troublemaker since birth. Several of Dad's cohorts spoke in his defense and a few spineless teachers supported their story, chiefly the Moses family. No charges were ever filed against either of my parents. The social workers asked my Aunt Arleen if she would take custody of me but she refused. Good thing; there was no way in hell I'd have stayed with that bitch. I ended up in the state foster care system, moving from home to home, city to city in Texas. I had a few good foster parents that lasted for only brief times. The bad ones I ran away from on several occasions, only to be brought back by the police. Within the Texas foster care system I became known as a major problem child, a real pain in the ass to my social workers. After having endured years of torment from my own father and after having attempted suicide, I was in no mood to put up with shit from anyone anymore. I became extremely aggressive, getting into fights and brawls all the time. One thing growing up on bases around the world will teach a military brat is how to fight and handle yourself. It's that, or your ass gets kicked every day. I chose to fight and with that background I fought a lot in the foster care system. I broke one foster father's nose after he shoved me against a wall because I beat his natural son to a pulp. His son was constantly grabbing my ass and trying to get me to have sex with him. In another great foster home I killed a Pomeranian dog because he kept biting me and my foster mother wouldn't do anything to control the little bastard. That act earned me a psych evaluation and two weeks in a mental ward before the psychiatrist decided I was not mentally ill; just too aggressive, but he also stated the woman should have controlled her dog. The cunt was dropped from the foster care program. Just one shit hole after the other, foster care can be hell on a kid. At last I turned eighteen and I joined the army, the only life I really knew, eager to get away. Never once did my family attempt to contact me, not that I wanted them to hear or see any of them ever again. I also made the huge mistake of marrying before heading off to Iraq after completing basic, a marriage destined to end in a nasty divorce before I even returned to the states. After my discharge I moved to New York City and attended bar school. I figured I might try higher education later; much, much later. It gave me a headache to even think about being in another school. I tended bar in New York City until I moved to Clearwater with a buddy of mine who soon left me to fend for myself. That's how I ended up in my current little efficiency apartment. And that's the story of how I came to find myself on the Clearwater beach nearing Pier 60. My god, what a fuck ass crowd; the pier was a madhouse. Lost in a haze of reopening old wounds I'd forgotten how crowded Pier 60 gets, particularly on a holiday weekend. Pier 60 is named for Florida State Road 60 that terminates at the pier. It's a hive of activity, the central spot for people at the beach. It has a playground, a snack bar with an attached souvenir shop, and a long fishing pier. There's also a daily event called Sunsets at Pier 60, which includes street performers and musical acts. On the pier itself, there's a nightly display of goods sold by local artisans such as jewelry, candles, and other gift items, most just shit for tourists. On a holiday weekend, it's total chaos and packed tighter than Disney World in the height of the summer. Normally I don't mind so much and I enjoy spending time in the almost carnival atmosphere. That night it was more than I could stomach so I turned around and headed back the way I came, determined to walk as far as I could in a southerly direction. As I neared the hotel again I saw Matt headed into the surf. He'd really turned into a total stud muffin. He was wearing a wide brimmed white cloth hat and a wild blue pair of miniscule bathing trunks with a pattern that looked like waves with occasional sea green streaks. From my distance his muscular body appeared hairless and perfect. He saw me and waved with a huge smile, yelling for me to join him. I knew he was married but suddenly I wanted nothing more than to have him inside me, to be fucked by him until I passed out. I wanted him so much I could taste it and yet he'd never made a sexual move toward me. I knew that I really wanted to be fucked hard by a military man, preferably older, but Matt would do. Like me, his father had been a military officer so Matt was sort of a proxy substitute. I was torn up inside, doubting myself. It only been a few short months before when I'd had my first gay sex experience and it had been with a retired West Point military officer like Dad, a man who fucked me into total exhaustion and submission before disclosing he'd known Dad. Somehow it had made it even more satisfying and I'd fucked Richard every day the entire week he was at the hotel. I couldn't figure out the precise reason why I enjoyed it so much. Was it because I knew it would completely destroy my father if he ever knew his son had queer sex with a military man just like him? Dad hated queers and never missed the opportunity to yell it to anyone who would listen. He'd ruined the careers of more than one soldier who he either suspected or discovered was homosexual. Or was it because in a twisted way I wanted to be fucked by the mirror image of the man who had beaten me while I was naked all my life? I'd actually had erections while he beat me a few times, had even ejaculated twice. He'd beaten me until I was nearly unconscious on both occasions determined to 'kill the perversion in me'. One thing was definitely certain. I for goddamn sure was not sorry he was dead, him or Mom, which brought a disturbing question to my mind. Why did I feel the need to be fucked by a military man again? I walked up to Matt. "Going in for a swim?" I asked. "Yeah, it's what I came here for, to enjoy the beach. Why don't you join me?" "Oh, I don't have my bathing suit on." "Why does it matter? You're wearing perfectly acceptable shorts. There's no way anything's going to show through them if they get wet." He was right. I pulled my shirt off and dropped it onto a vacant wooden lounge chair. I grinned at Matt. "I'll race you in." Suddenly we were laughing and racing into the gulf waters. We splashed around, enjoying the waves. There's something incredibly peaceful standing in the surf about chest deep, your body being pounded by gentle waves. You completely lose track of the time and the cares of the world just melt away. We stood there in silence until I noticed the sun was getting closer to the horizon. We'd been out for about an hour and I panicked for Matt. Even this late in the day the sun can be brutal if you stay out in it too long. Here I was thinking about getting fucked by him and everyone knows your dick's not going to get hard when your skin's burnt to a crisp. The sun doesn't bother me much and my skin just gets darker. Matt was really fair skinned even though he had jet black hair. I looked at his shoulders and saw the water beading on his shoulders and I hoped it was from a strong sunscreen. "Matt, you about ready to go in? The sun here can be wicked and you've got real fair skin." He laughed. "Good idea. I probably don't burn as easy as you'd think I do; all those years of baseball and football in the sun, but I know better than to take chances. My sunscreen's an SPF 50 and I'm wearing a white hat to keep my scalp from burning. I learned my lesson a couple years back when I went to Miami and was out in the sun too long. I ended up in the emergency room and was in hell for three weeks; spent the whole time at home in my undershorts. My hair's thick but it didn't stop my scalp from burning. I couldn't comb my hair for almost a month." I nodded. "I see that kind of shit every day here. These tourists come down for a few days and leave in pain. Didn't you notice the hotel has little signs by the door when you exit advising people to use sunscreen and limit their time in the sun?" His eyes widened a bit. "No, I missed it." "Most tourists either miss it or just ignore it and Mr. Patel says if he had it up in fucking neon people still wouldn't pay attention to it. He puts the signs up though for the occasional asshole that blames the hotel for not warning them they might get burned it they go out in the sun too long." I grabbed my shirt from the chair and we walked back to the hotel. "Is it okay if I just come up like this? I don't really feel like stopping by my locker, don't want to see anyone." "Sure, Rowdy, I've got some stuff you could probably wear while you're in the room but you'll have to use a belt to come down stairs. You're tall and thin. I'm thicker than you. What are you, 30 in the waist?" "Twenty-eight," I grinned. "Shit man, you're nothing but skin and muscle. I'm a thirty-two waist and have to work out all the goddamn time to keep from going to a thirty-four." I looked at his ass not attempting to hide my assessment of his body. "You look real good, Matt. You keep that body in shape and I see you've got some muscles, too. Your wife must love it." We'd reached room 707 and he unlocked the door. "Why don't you grab a shower first and throw your clothes in the sink? I need to make a call and then I'll hang them up on the balcony chairs to dry." I did as he suggested and I heard him on the phone. I finished showering and wrapped a towel around my waist before going into the bedroom. Maybe I could entice him to make a move first. My penis was partially erect and swung seductively beneath the towel. "So when does she get to come home from the hospital?" I heard him ask. As I walked into the room he was sitting naked on the bed, leaned over with the phone at his ear. I could see the black curls of his pubes between his legs but his penis was hidden. His nipples were hard and the size of half dollar coins. I looked at his body as he talked and marveled at how incredibly handsome he was. I felt my erection getting bigger and I didn't care if he saw it. "Look after your Mama, Nick. I'll be home on Wednesday. And you've got my number if she gets worse. Just let me know." There was a silence as Matt listened to his son and then, "Nick, your Mama's cancer's fatal; there's no way around it. We've talked about this, all of us. You've just got to be the man of the house while I'm away." His wife had cancer. My cock drooped instantly. I stepped out onto the balcony and quickly put my wet clothes on. We were on the seventh floor and it was doubtful anyone noticed a brief moment of male nudity on the balcony as I put my clothes on. Matt was still on the phone as I walked thru toward the door. "Hold on, Nick, I'll be right with you," he said. "Rowdy, where are you going? I thought we were going to hang out." "Maybe later tonight; I need to make sure Steve's got bar coverage. It's Labor Day weekend and after all, I'm the assistant manager. I'll see you later." I didn't look back. "I'll see you in the bar later," he called after me. Matt had a wife dying of cancer and he was on the phone with his son. No way in hell was he interested in my ass and I suddenly wasn't so interested in his either. I went down to the locker room, showered again, and threw my clothes in the washer. I got dressed in shorts and a Bucs jersey. I walked the few steps into the bar and stepping behind the bar, immediately taking drink orders. Steve and the other bartenders were obviously stunned to see me. Steve walked over to me as I mixed a Tom Collins for a middle aged woman who looked like a high school English teacher. "You don't have to be noble about this, Rowdy," he said. "It's okay if you want to make arrangements to attend your parents' funeral." I laughed bitterly and didn't even look at him as I mixed a Mai Tai. "Steve, I'm not going to the funeral. You know those scars on my body you've asked about and I've never answered? My parents put 'em there, over and over again all through my childhood. The only reason I'd go to the funeral is to make sure the motherfuckers are really dead." "Shit, sounds like you were related to my family, sonny boy. Trust me, you're far better off to just stay away." The comment came from the granny with white hair that had ordered the Mai Tai. She was smiling at me sympathetically. "That's how I feel, Ma'am. I figure after fifteen years of abuse I've got the right to not care if they're dead." "Goddamn straight, son, goddamn straight. And take it from me, don't you ever have a minute's guilt about it in the future." She took her Mai Tai and rejoined her crowd as Steve moved closer to my side. "I'm sorry, Rowdy; I didn't know that's how it was. Man, I don't blame you. I've seen those scars; ain't no way they can be missed when you're changing clothes or in your swimsuit. I guess you and I are different that way. If my parents had tried that on me, they'd have been dead pretty soon after the first beating." "That's easy to say, Steve, but when you've been dominated all your life by a military man and his mealy mouthed wife, you don't exactly have the strength to rebel. It's was beaten out of me when I was eight years old." "So you're not going to the funeral, eh? That means you plan to work all weekend." I could hear the blatantly obvious relief in Steve's voice and I had to laugh. "Yep, I'm gonna be here all weekend, right by your side." "That's good, Rowdy, real good. I was hoping to get to take Monday off." My head jerked at him in stunned surprise and I saw the laughter in his eyes. "Gotcha," he laughed. "What the fuck else am I gonna do on Labor Day? The only thing worth doing in this town on Labor Day is to go to the beach." "Well, you could always stay home and watch one of the thousands of porno tapes you own and jack off." He squeezed my ass behind the bar. "Nah, Rowdy, I'd rather get a taste of your ass instead of just whacking off with my hand." He laughed and walked down to where another customer was asking for a Pina Colada. I smiled to myself. It felt good to be among friends in the bar, particularly Steve. He was always teasing and coming on to me but I really wasn't so sure he wouldn't have been totally astonished if I'd ever taken him up on it. I knew he had something going on with a local football player who is gay but he was so 'in the closet' that Steve never discussed it. It was an insanely busy evening and I was so busy I completely forgot about Matt and his news. At nine that night, Steve came up to me as I was hooking up a new beer keg. "Rowdy, I need you to go finish out the pool bar shift tonight and then you can go home. Carl's sick and throwing up. The other three are all new guys sent from the bar school for the weekend and only one of em's worth a damn. Her name's Ricky and she's a real go-getter. The other two need a goddamn bar manual every time they draw a beer." It sounded okay to me. It had been a bitch of a day and knocking off five hours early sounded great to me. I went out to the pool and saw firsthand what Steve meant by the two slackers. If you've got zero memory and clumsy bar skills, then you need to get out of the bar business. On a really busy day there isn't time to check the recipe for every drink. You've gotta retain the most commonly ordered drink recipes in your head. I'd tended bar long enough I knew almost every drink a customer could order; only stumped occasionally by something new or foreign. These two were total losers and what made it even worse was they thought they were top notch bartenders. They couldn't get their head out of their asses long enough to see the customers were getting pissed off. The way they were jumping around it was obvious they had seen the old Tom Cruise movie 'Cocktail' and envisioned themselves as the two lead characters. It's a common occurrence among new bartenders. They see the movie and think bartending is all joking and showy pouring skills while in reality, unless you're well grounded in the skills of preparing mixed drinks then it's not going to be very pleasant at all. People don't trust a bartender that has to look up the recipe for every drink. And if they don't trust the bartender, they go to another bar, period. Drinking at a bar costs too damn much to throw away money to idiot bartenders. I'd decided to just let it go, ride it out until the night was over. After all, the pool bar closes at ten each night, holiday or not; only forty-five minutes left to go. My hope to have the evening end in peace just wasn't possible. Cheech tossed Chong a ninety dollar bottle of bourbon and Chong missed it. It smashed into the bottle shelf and brought down bottles worth around three hundred dollars. Guests were watching, those wandering the pool, those in the pool, adults and children. I couldn't make a scene because you never know when a guest will complain to management about witnessing employee discipline in an unprofessional manner; it had happened before. I just pointed at all the glass on the floor behind the bar and softly told Cheech to clean it up immediately. "That makes seven bottles those two clowns have broken today," Ricky informed me. She apparently didn't give a damn if the guests or the two idiots heard her and I saw venomous looks directed at her from the clowns. She pulled a trashcan from under the bar where she'd obviously kept the broken bottles as they were swept up. "It was just accidents, man." Chong shrugged his shoulders as if it was unimportant. I reached under the counter to the button and buzzed Steve. A buzzer always yields immediate results as it indicated problems that need to be solved at once by a manager -- you've run out of gin, whiskey, bourbon, etc.; there's a guest problem that needs immediate resolution, you're being robbed, etc. The bar manager is able to observe the bar and pool area through a disguised peephole before deciding the action to be taken. When he saw it was probably just a beverage shortage he followed up with a call on the in house line to the bar to take the order. I knew where the peephole was located and I knew the exact look I needed to have on my face to get Steve out to the pool. Within thirty seconds he was standing at the bar. "What's up, Rowdy? What are you short of?" I stepped to the entrance half-door and showed him the broken bottles. "The two idiots over there have been playing 'Cocktail' today. It looks like they've broken about four hundred dollars worth of booze." Steve's eyes looked like daggers and his face reddened. Broken bottles and a shortage in the inventory of booze could come out of his pocket personally if management decided to take the hard line. Bars are hyper conscious about employees drinking on the job, sucking up the booze. A bartender can be fired on the spot if he's observed drinking an alcoholic beverage behind the bar. A common ruse of an alcoholic bartender is to break the bottles of booze they drink and then claim loss due to breakage. Seven broken bottles in one day would get Steve's ass chewed good. "Go to my office right now," he ordered. The idiots repeated the accident mantra and instantly Steve's voice was low and dangerously mean. "You two fuckups are going to pay this booze out of your salary and tips and if there's not enough I'm gonna bill the bar school. Trust me; if I don't get my money by close of business tomorrow I'm calling the police." The police threat was an empty one but I'd seen it scare the shit out new bartenders before, both here and in New York. "How much can it be?" Chong asked arrogantly. "You know bars serve the cheap stuff." I thought Steve was going to hit him. "You're fucking stupid. Don't you see the labels on this stuff? Hennessey and Krug don't qualify as cheap stuff. And look at the rest of this stuff. I'd say between three fifty and four hundred dollars easy. I've half a mind to call the cops and have your asses arrested right this goddamn minute." I looked at Steve and gave the faintest shake of my head for him to calm down. He got my message at once because his ass has been on the carpet before with Mrs. Patel for blowing a fuse with employees. The cunt has some sort of special relationship with the owner of the bar school and we're required to use it. You don't know whether to shit or go blind working with that woman. He took the trash can with him to his office, the idiots in tow. I found out the next day the two guys hadn't earned enough money to cover the damage but they had credit cards that made up the difference and Steve gave a scathing review of their work to the school. Just before the bar closed Matt walked up in his bathing suit and flip-flops. "You close at ten, right?" "Yep, thank god. I should be out of here by ten fifteen. Security comes to shut the pool down at ten on the nose so there are no stragglers to hold us up." "So, could I interest you in going out and sitting with me on the beach at the edge of the surf? It's so peaceful to sit in the surf." I raised an eyebrow and gave him a sideways glance. He laughed. "Don't say it, don't say it. I can see it in your eyes. I'm not asking you for a midnight swim. I saw 'Jaws', too, and I've been on enough beaches through the years to know better." I couldn't help but join in his laughter. He looked so mischievous and naughty, his eyes dancing as if we were going to be sitting in the surf smoking marijuana or naked. "Sounds like fun, Matt, but this time I'm gonna change into my suit before we go out there. Just hang around here until I get the place closed up." "I think I'll get a swim before security shows up," he said and dove into the pool. "You think it would be okay if I leave now, Rowdy? It's ten minutes 'til ten and if I don't get home by ten-thirty I'm gonna have to pay my babysitter ten dollars more. She charges extra if she has to stay after ten-thirty." Instantly I was able to assess the situation. Abused children and those who have fought their way through the foster care system develop an internal radar system. I can read people like a book. Ricky needed to leave but wasn't willing to jeopardize her job, a job she probably needed and was hoping would become permanent. I grinned at her. "Sure, go on home. It's no big deal. You've done all the housecleaning work and all I've got to do is clear the cash drawer and lock up. Get out of here and have a good night. And by the way, Ricky, you did good work today. Steve told me you were the only one out here that was worth a damn and I totally agree. I'm not sure who will work with you tomorrow but you can bet it won't be Cheech and Chong. I'm sure Steve's already fired their asses." She smiled and squeezed my shoulder. "Thanks, Rowdy, I appreciate that. I'd been a little afraid that it would look bad for me that those two were so awful today. You know - guilt by association." I laughed. "Lady, if guilt by association was all it took to get you fired in this place no one would work more than a couple of days. The hotel's got its share of dick wads and unfortunately most of them are in management." I finished the closing and told Matt to follow me into the men's employee locker room. I had him wait while I turned the locking bank cash bag over to Steve. Matt sat on a bench as I opened my locker and pulled out a bathing suit. I always keep six or seven in the locker so I'll have a fresh one each day. Actually we're allowed to use a hotel laundry room to wash our clothes if we need to but I usually like to dry my suits on the line in the locker room and take them home to wash so I don't have to deal with the dyke bitch head of housekeeping. I keep hoping she'll fall off a balcony or get electrocuted when she plugs in a vacuum cleaner. The woman is the J. Edgar Hoover of housekeepers, always plundering through personal items, spying on employees, complaining about everything and everyone, the type of woman who would make any man turn queer. I stripped naked, checking Matt's eyes for interest. He was at least curious, if not interested. He never saw me watching his eyes as they were trained on my ass and then my crotch as I turned around. My dick was swinging and I felt it quiver. I knew I'd have a full blown erection in front of him if I didn't catch hold quickly. I pulled on the bathing suit; a scarlet red thong that Steve said was more obscene than just being naked on the beach. It had a loose pouch in front that allowed my jewels the freedom to bounce around and emphasized my assets. The suit continued around the back to the top of my hips but at top of my ass the thong got lost between my cheeks. I saw an erection in Matt's suit that he could not hide. "They let you wear that on the beaches here?" he croaked softly. "No," I grinned and I pulled an oversized Hawaiian shirt from the locker that hung low enough to cover my ass. Matt was still looking, this time at the pouch as my cock and nuts moved gently. "Nah, technically Pinellas doesn't allow thong bathing suits on their beaches but there are no patrols at night; actually almost none in the day. I like to wear thongs on the beach at night because they attract sex like bees to honey." As I said honey I grabbed my cock between my fingers and squeezed it for him, laughing. He laughed, too, but it was a nervous one, and he swallowed hard. All the signs of a man interested in fucking; maybe I needed to rethink my earlier opinions on having sex with him. I led him out to the beach through the party crowd and we were silent as we walked down the beach until the crowd had thinned out. It was dark and we could hear the surf hit the sand gently. "Here okay?" I asked. I didn't wait for an answer. Instead I leaned over to give Matt a full view of my spread buttocks as I 'checked' the temperature of the water with my hand, laughing to myself. He was looking at my ass, not seeming to care I could have checked the temperature with my foot. I sat down in the sand at the surf's edge and felt the water run up on the beach around me before going back out again. "You gonna sit down or you gonna just stand there?" I laughed. I looked up at him standing there and saw his profile in the distant lights. His erection was furiously hard and stood straight up at attention; pulling at his suit so much it seemed the waist was probably open. I guess he caught my glance because he sat immediately. We sat quietly for several minutes, enjoying the peaceful feeling of the surf pouring forward around our bodies. I could hear Matt swallowing hard and then the moonlight glinted off his wedding band. I shivered as if a cold breeze had blown and remembered the telephone conversation about his sick wife. I cursed myself for thinking with my dick. Matt was horny, he wanted to get laid, but it wouldn't be by me until I knew the marital story. I may be a horn dog but I draw the line at fucking men with sick wives. "Matt, tell me about your wife, the cancer." He was silent for a moment and I was beginning to think he hadn't heard me when I spoke. He cleared his throat and took a deep breath. "It's complicated, Rowdy. I married Cheryl when I was nineteen and she was thirty-two. She's got two kids, Jacob, who's fourteen, and Rachel who's eleven. She's an army nurse and her first husband, Jacob's father, is a master sergeant. Cheryl was in Afghanistan when she got pregnant with Rachel. Thing is, she'd been in Afghanistan for eleven months and there was no way Randall could've been Rachel's father. So Randall filed for divorce while Cheryl was in Afghanistan. He wanted to establish he wasn't' Rachel's father to avoid child support for her. He was fighting for custody of Jacob when his unit got called to Iraq so Cheryl kept custody. Cheryl was posted in El Paso when she got involved in nasty scandal two days after my nineteenth birthday." Matt stopped talking and I could sense he was reluctant to continue. "Go on," I said, "the story's just getting interesting." "Cheryl was caught in a compromising position with another female outside a bar in El Paso and the base commander was after her ass. He was going to push to get her dishonorably discharged. That's when Randall reared his head again from Iraq through his parents. They were not going to allow a lesbian to raise Jacob." I whistled. "You've had an interesting life, Matt." "I've known Cheryl for several years because she grew up in El Paso and her family lives there. I'd joined up and had finished basic when Cheryl came to me hysterical. She didn't want her parents to know and begged me to help her. We were married a week later and went to the Bahamas on our honeymoon. I was sent to Iraq two weeks later and Cheryl's career was saved. It was made even more convincing when everyone discovered I'd made her pregnant but she lost the baby when she was three months, much to my relief. I don't know what happened; she swore she was on the pill." "I came home from Iraq a year ago after an explosion caused my ears to bleed and I had several seizures. I'm medically retired although I haven't had a seizure in seven months now. The doctors are hopeful that I've fully recovered but they can't be sure. After I retired I went to work for Cheryl's dad, Vince. He's a really super guy, a widower, and the first thing he did after he hired me was to tell me he knows all about Cheryl's lesbianism and is just waiting for her to tell him. Rowdy, he doesn't give a damn but he knows Cheryl's got a real thing in her head about his knowing so he's just waiting on her to work up the nerve to tell him. "The thing is that he really likes me a lot. He's the owner of a small specialty potato chip company that's doing pretty good. The majors would love to shut us down and they've offered Vince a fortune to sell out to them but he won't. He's got a good thing going and he wants it to continue for his grandchildren. Randall would sell the company in a heartbeat if Vince died and Jacob and Rachel inherited it. So Vince has given me fifty two percent of the company and has set up a trust for the children so they can't take control of their portion until they're thirty." "And Cheryl, where does she fit in all this?" I asked. "About six months ago Cheryl thought she was pregnant again and saw a gynecologist. It wasn't pregnancy; she had cervical cancer and since it was discovered, it has spread to her breasts and her lymph nodes. They discovered a week ago it had spread to her bones." I was sitting with my head in my hands listening to his tale of woe. "So why are you here, Matt? Why the vacation when your wife's dying in El Paso?" He sighed and then took a deep breath. "Vince sent me to Florida to meet with several distributors for our potato chips. I was in Orlando last week to meet with our Florida distributors the day before I came here. My sister Alicia called me here yesterday morning to tell me about your parents. Rowdy, I told you it's complicated. Jacob and Rachel are staying with Vince while Cheryl's receiving chemo. The woman Cheryl was caught performing oral sex on in that bar parking lot has been her lover for years. Cheryl encouraged me to take this trip, to spend Labor Day weekend here at the beach. She's dying, in the final stages and she wants to spend time with Eloise, her lover, before she dies. So she's staying with Eloise right now and she takes her back and forth to the hospital for chemo. I know being with Eloise is what she wants, Rowdy. I'd never interfere with that; I've never said a word to her about her discreetly continuing her relationship with her." We stopped talking as a group of teenagers walked past us, happy to be at the beach, full of joy and life. We sat in silence as we watched the moonlight reflect off the waves. At last I was the one who spoke. "And what about you, Matt, why do I get the feeling there's something you're not telling me?" He lay back onto the sand, his legs in the surf. "Rowdy, why didn't you ever notice me when we were teenagers? What was wrong with me?" Matt's voice was filled with pained sadness and I knew that finally we'd reached the point of our conversation, maybe the real reason he came to Clearwater. "It wasn't that I didn't notice you, Matt. It was everything that military kids go through. You know how it is; if you get too close to someone you're just going to hurt more when your father gets stationed somewhere else. On top of that, you know how much Dad beat me, what a useless waste of flesh Mom was. I couldn't invite other kids in my home to see me getting my ass kicked." "I know all that, Rowdy, but it was more. I tried so hard to get you to like me and you completely ignored me. You weren't rude, you weren't mean or anything, it was like I just wasn't there." "I'm sorry, Matt; I didn't deliberately mean to hurt you. We were in classes together and played sports but you never said anything special to me; you never let me know you wanted to know me better." "I was devastated when you hung yourself. Didn't you hear me when I screamed at you before you pushed that chair out from under you?" I had heard Matt's scream. It was the last thing I was aware of before the darkness took over. "I heard it, Matt, but it was too late. I'd already pushed the chair over." "Do you know who saved you?" "No." I could tell he was quietly crying and I took his hand in mine. He grabbed me hard as if it gave him life. "It was me, Rowdy," he whispered, choking with emotion. "I saved you and I thought you were going to die." Matt was really crying now, not trying to disguise it, and I moved over beside him. I put my hand on his chest and rubbed it softly as it lifted and fell with his muffled weeping. "I'm so sorry I put you through that, Matt. I never intended to hurt you. I just wanted it to be over and I wanted to hurt my parents. I wanted the police, the world to see my naked body, to see the slashes and bruises from the beatings." Matt took my hand and put it to his lips, kissing it softly. "I've loved you since the moment I saw you, Rowdy. You, the school star, the big man on campus, and the guy everyone wanted to be around. And you didn't even see me; it was like I didn't exist and I lived right door to you; we shared most of our classes together. And then you hung yourself right in front of me. I ran as fast as I could to pick you up so you wouldn't strangle and I screamed for help. A whole bunch of guys came running and took you down. There was no way I could do it alone. Then you left and I never saw you again." He was weeping softly and I leaned in to kiss his cheek. "I'm so sorry, Matt, so, so sorry. What can I do to make it up to you, to make you forget?" Matt turned on his side and buried his face in my shoulder, his tears wetting me. "I haven't told you the sickest thing about it all, about me," he cried softly in my neck. I kissed his hair and it smelled of a fruity shampoo, maybe strawberries. "Matt, you saved my life; nothing you could have done was sick." He shook his head in my neck as if to contradict me and whispered softly. "Rowdy, when I grabbed your body to hold it up, my face was in your crotch. My arms were around your legs, holding you up and my nose was in your pubic hair with your penis against my lips. I sucked your dick while you were hanging there but you didn't know. Your dick didn't get hard and I thought you were dead. I had to quit when everyone showed up but all I ever wanted was to hold you naked, to go to bed with you. It's so sick, sucking a dying boy's dick." I kissed his face. "Stop it, stop it now. Going back over this is not worth it. You're not sick and I understand. I just wish I'd known you were sucking me off." I laughed softly and he giggled. "Did my dick taste good to you?" I teased. "My god, I've never forgotten the taste; it was wonderful. I've masturbated a million times to the memory of your dick in my mouth, my nose in that hair." I gently twisted one of his nipples. "What say we go to your room and you can put your nose in that hair again?" He grabbed my face and kissed my lips hard, his tongue slipping inside, and then he suddenly rolled on top of me, dry fucking me while we were still in our suits in the sand. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him closer to me, my feet against his buttocks, safe in the darkness while the surf gently ran up on the shore around us.. I felt the tip of his penis slip out of his suit and touch my stomach like a hot branding iron, slick with precum, and the next moment I felt it jerking hard as his semen shot out of his cock and onto our stomachs. His teeth bit my neck gently. "I'm sorry," he said quietly as he rolled off me, "I didn't want to cum so fast and not like this." "Quit fucking apologizing," I ordered in a whisper. "You've got nothing to apologize for to me, not ever." I swiped my fingers through the thick cum on my stomach and brought it to my lips as he watched. I smacked my lips and grinned. "Perfect appetizer," I said. I swiped through the cum again and fed it to him this time. His tongue licked my fingers clean and then he pulled them into his mouth, sucking them. I reached down and grabbed his cock in my hand, squeezing it through the suit. "Come on; let's go to your room. I want this cock in my ass fucking me the rest of the night." I stood and pulled him up in my arms. We entered his room and I closed the door behind us before grabbing Matt in my arms and kissing him. He kissed me back with a fiery passion. "Come on," I said, "let's take a quick shower so I can get this sand out of my ass." We'd both taken a quick shower at the nozzles by the entrance door to the hotel. The hotel provides an exposed quick shower area by the beach access door so guests won't track sand into the lobby. I hadn't gotten all the sand out of my ass, though, because there were some teenagers milling about waiting to use the shower also, and I'm just not into showing my pieces to kids. It's all I can do to tolerate them without having some little shit complain to management that he saw the hair in my crack. Matt and I got into the shower together and I saw an enema bag hanging from the shower head. "You wanna give me an enema?" he asked. "We might as well clean out our insides just like the outsides." I filled the bag with water and grinned. "Who goes first?" "Me," he said and leaned against the shower wall. His body was beautiful and his ass was fantastic. His body was basically smooth except the black armpit hair and pubic hair but as he spread his cheeks for me I saw the dark curls between them and around his hole. I took the bar of soap and brushed it through his cheeks, pausing at his hole before I inserted my middle finger. I twisted it around a bit, loosening his sphincter muscle, and then I slid the enema nozzle in his ass. Matt groaned and quivered as the bag emptied into him. Matt turned around and told me it was my turn, to assume the position. He refilled the bag and the nozzle entered me as Matt kissed my shoulders. After Matt had let the whole bag empty into my ass he stepped from the shower and sat on the toilet. Within seconds he expelled the water from him and I felt the push of the water in my own ass as it called for me to get rid of it. Matt stepped into the shower again and I sat on the toilet to expel the water. We did it three times, until the water that expelled from our ass was clear and clean. Then Matt filled me again. I'd never done it four times and rarely needed three. He knelt beneath me. "Come on, Rowdy, shoot your pussy water in my face." His request startled me but I did as he asked and watched as the clear water poured from my ass onto his face and body. Matt had another erection and it jerked spasmodically as the water flowed. Then we soaped up again for another quick shower. Dry, we walked into the bedroom. He pushed me down on his bed and I lay there flat on my back. "Will you fulfill a fantasy of mine, Rowdy?" "Name it," I grinned. "I want to watch you masturbate." I laughed. "Sure thing, but there's a lot we can do together that would beat jacking off." "Rowdy, I used to masturbate several times a day in our house and my fantasy always was thinking of you masturbating at the same time in your house. I used to dream of how you masturbated." I could see the heat in his eyes as they devoured my body so I pulled my knees up and spread my legs wide, exposing my asshole to him. I sucked on my middle finger and then pushed it in my asshole. As I fingered myself I used the other hand to grasp my cock and I started to jack off. I knew what my cock desired. My fingers twisted softly, stroked long and gently, circled my enlarged head, a shiny smooth purple mushroom bursting with the fire to explode in sexual release. I smeared the pearls of precum around the throbbing bell, the wetness and the slide of my fingers firing every nerve ending like rifle shots. As I began to moan and the finger in my asshole worked in and out furiously, Matt opened the suitcase on the table beside him. He removed a gigantic white latex dildo and a tube of lubricant. I watched as he poured the lube on the dildo and then he leaned forward and poured some onto my asshole, cold and wet. "Here," he said, "this is Jeff Stryker's cock. It's a nine inch log and it'll get you ready for me." "Stick it in," I replied and pulled my knees to my chest, splitting my cheeks open wide, my hole completely exposed. I watched as he gently massaged my hole with the tip of the dildo until it relaxed and then I heard the muted pop sound as the dildo entered me. He'd called it right; it was definitely like a log shoved up my ass. Matt stepped back, looking at me. "Fuck yourself with it," he said, his voice a low rumble of passion. Never wavering from looking Matt in the eyes, I pushed the dildo all the way in. I'd never felt so full and at first I felt as though my asshole was going to split open. Then I relaxed and it felt wonderful. I brought my knees down again and put my feet against the bed, the knees slightly elevated. I arched my back and the dildo was impaled inside me. I started to rock gently and the dildo slipped in and out of me, the balls of it pressed against the sheet; it never fully out but like a cock fucking me. Then it hit my prostate, the button, and I was in heaven. I closed my eyes as I rocked back and forth on the bed fucking the dildo. "Pull your cock back and let it hit your stomach," Matt said. I opened my eyes to see him standing at the end of the bed masturbating as he watched me. His face looked flushed and I could see a thin stream of his precum hanging from the tip of his dick. I pulled my cock back toward my legs and held it for him to see as he swallowed hard before I let go of it. It slapped my stomach and I groaned. "Play with your nuts, Rowdy." Man, he was really getting into watching me masturbate. As I rocked on the dildo and pumped my dick, I used my free hand to lift and massage my balls for him. My balls hang really low and I play with them a lot when I jack off. I could tell Matt was getting near his orgasm; he was now standing on his toes with his body contorted. "Hey, Matt, I hope you don't think you're going to shoot your juice on the floor, man. When you get ready to shoot, get over here and give it to me." He was near his orgasm and he walked over to me. Standing beside the bed he put his cock in my face and slowly fed it into my lips. I licked the head, swirling my tongue around it, pressing my tongue against the opening at the tip as if I was trying to force my tongue inside the tiny hole. It was all it took. Matt leaned over and grasped the headboard of the bed to avoid collapsing on me as the spurts began, hard and fast, onto my tongue. He tasted so good and I held his cum in my mouth as he shot, filling my mouth and creating a hot wet paradise for him to shove his cock into. Matt was grunting and moaning so loudly I was sure people in the next room had to hear him. As I felt his penis begin to soften my own cock made one final powerful jerk in my hand and streams of my cum flew everywhere, splashing my face and neck, the headboard behind me, all over my chest, and finally in my pubic hair as the most incredible orgasm I'd ever experienced took over my body. It seemed that every muscle in my body contracted and all my nerve endings fired at once. I saw stars and felt weak as it subsided, as I sometimes felt when I pushed myself almost beyond my endurance during a workout. I felt Matt gently remove Jeff Stryker from my asshole. As the passion within me began to subside, I heard his voice as if he was speaking from afar. "I'm gonna need your help to get me hard again so I can fuck you, Rowdy. I'm gonna last forever in your ass after all this cumming." He crawled onto the bed and grabbed the headboard to steady himself as he squatted over my face so his asshole was right at my lips. "Come on, Rowdy, eat my man pussy; eat my ass out good." His ass was gorgeous; his cheeks spread wide, swirls of black hair in the crack, the tight rosebud hole quivering with anticipation. His balls were swinging and touching my chin and face as he masturbated. Matt would pull his dick down hard and low, force it to touch my forehead before releasing it to slap back up into his thick pubes. His ass was moving over my mouth in tandem with the movement of the bed as I fucked the dildo. I licked his hole as it passed over me and he grunted as his thighs gripped the sides of my head. As I continued to lick his hole it opened and I stuck my tongue in it. "Oh my god," he moaned. "Keep doing that, Rowdy. Fuck me with your tongue; suck my hole." Matt leaned back and his ass covered my mouth. I stuck my tongue inside him before clamping my lips over the hole and sucking. I feasted on his sweet ass for several minutes, tasting the hotel soap as I sucked, and listened as first he grunted from deep within his chest before finally whimpering like a baby. Finally he pulled himself up, pulled his sexy ass away from my lips. "This has got to quit, Rowdy. I'm hard again now. If you keep on eating my ass out I'm gonna blow my wad on this headboard here. We both want the next load in your ass." Matt pulled himself over my body and then rolled me over onto my stomach. I felt him as he lowered his body onto mine like a warm blanket of fiery flesh. His cock pressed against the cleft of my ass, his bush tickling as it smashed into me. He kissed my back, my neck and shoulders, my hair, and I felt ablaze again at the softness of his lips, the gentle way he kissed my body, the brush of the stubble of his beard. He moved his kisses up to my neck and nibbled my ear. "I want to make love to you, Rowdy," he whispered as his tongue traced my earlobe. "I've wanted it my whole life." He licked his way down my spine, pulling himself up as he did. He pushed my legs apart with his own as he knelt over me. He massaged my back briefly, ran his fingertips softly up the backs of legs, and then pulled my buttocks apart. I felt the combination of cool AC air and his hot breath blowing on my asshole. He gently kissed my ass cheeks and I felt the burr of his beard on my skin. Gradually he buried his face in my ass and I felt his tongue licking and pushing against my hole. He licked me tenderly and in a timid way as if he'd never done this before, a virgin feeling his way through the sexual act the first time. He may have been timid and hesitant at first but soon he was an expert. He pushed his lubed fingers in my ass and felt for my prostate, he probed as he kissed my back and neck. It might be his first time with a man but he goddamn well knew how to open an ass. My body was trembling with passion as his strong, sensuous fingers probed me, opening my asshole to him completely. I thought I was going to go insane as multiple fingers of his dug into my ass, twisting, turning, pulling against the opening from inside my hole. I was panting, begging for him to fuck me, bucking against him obscenely. I'd buried my face in the pillows and could barely breathe as I felt his face move away from my ass and the coldness of the lube as he prepared the hole for his penis. I felt the warmth of his body over mine as he covered me again and I felt his cock push against my hole tentatively at first; and then there was a wet popping sound as he entered me. I sucked my breath quickly as he continued to push into me. "Let me know if I hurt you, baby," he whispered. "I love you, Rowdy." His quiet words exploded into my mind as he thrust into me completely and I cried out. I'd not expected it to hurt, I've had my ass fucked before and I'd prepped for him with that monstrous dildo. He paused, frozen over me. "No, don't stop," I panted into the pillows. "Just take it slowly. I love you in me. I just need to get used to it gradually." I gripped the sheets in my hands and pulled at them, trying to relax, to let him fuck me and I pushed out against him as it actually relaxes the sphincter muscle and opens it. I hadn't counted on the girth of his penis hurting so much because of the size of the dildo. I didn't want him to stop and I forced myself to calm down, to focus on the mental satisfaction I felt with Matt inside me. I gave a deep contented sigh as I felt my ass give way to his cock, loosen and welcome it in. Matt pushed deeper inside me until I felt his pubes against my skin. Matt slowly pulled out of me inch by inch, a gentle process that felt goddamn wonderful. He reached for the tube of lube on the bed and again I felt the coldness as he poured more lube on my ass and his cock. He leaned over me, kissing my back softly as he began to slowly inch into me and then to inch out just as slowly. I felt a sudden wave of sexual power race through my body as suddenly all pain was gone and I felt complete and whole. At that moment I never wanted him gone, never wanted to be away from him. He just felt so goddamn wonderful impaled in me. "Matt, you can fuck me harder now. Oh my god, please fuck me all night. Fuck me harder." He pulled out completely and then slammed all the way in again to the hilt as I moaned yes over and over again, begging him to fuck me. I heard his flesh slap against mine, the continuous softness of his pubic curls pushing into my ass, and his pendulous balls slapping against my perineum, against my own balls. The continual fucking motion of his penis entering and exiting inflamed my prostate again. The passion was so powerful I thought I was going to explode into a million fragments as the touch of the head of his cock against my love button sent endless jolts of pleasure through me like an electric current. I no longer had the will to buck against him, to push against his pubic bone in a quest for even deeper entry into me. Matt had done what no other person ever had; he'd made me totally his property, his sexual toy. I had no further resistance and was like a kitten as he turned me onto my back and entered me again after spreading my legs wider than I'd have thought possible. He made love to me with slow, sensual, long, deep strokes, each one more powerful than the last. He leaned over me and bit my nipples and chewed at my collar bone, kissed my lips and probed my mouth deep with his tongue. His lips never left my body and I wrapped my legs around his waist, my feet pulling his buttocks apart as I pulled him into me with all the strength left in me. I hadn't realized how incredibly strong Matt was until he made love to me; and for the briefest moment I wondered how I'd be able to stand, much less walk, after he'd finished the fucking he was giving me. I don't how many times I came that night as he fucked me over and over. I do know that I reached a point where my penis would jerk with an orgasm and almost nothing would come out. Throughout it all, Matt continuously whispered to me, told me how wonderful it was to make love to me, how I was better than all the fantasies of sex between us he'd masturbated to over the years, how much he loved me, wanted to be with me forever. At last we fell asleep naked in each other's arms, completely and totally exhausted by the intensity of the sex. I awoke at twelve thirty the next afternoon, his face in my armpit, my body aching, my cock and balls feeling like they'd been hit with a baseball bat. I watched him sleep, his soft warm breath on my skin, and he looked like an angel. I eased myself from him and went into the bathroom to pee and take a shower. When I came back into the room, Matt was still sleeping and I dressed. I leaned over and kissed his lips gently as his eyes opened, those magnetic blue orbs. "You're not leaving?" he asked. "I'm sorry, lover, I've got to; Steve had to fire two of the temps last night. It's going to be a hell of a day because I'll be stuck at the fucking pool bar." He grinned. "I'll come down and drink all day at the bar. Then you can haul my drunk ass to the room tonight and fuck it. It's your turn. I laughed and kissed him again before leaving.
Hotel Room Ch. 01	26,013	4.51	250,040	[ "ffm", "ffm bdsm", "pierced", "second person pov" ]	It's 10pm, you are waiting for me in your room at the Grand Hotel. I should have been with you an hour before and you're beginning to get restless waiting for me. You are beginning to wonder if I'll turn up at all, but something, deep down, tells you I'll be there. You rise from the bed and head to the fridge to get another beer, still dressed to impress from work; as you know it pleases me to fuck a sexy guy in a good suit. You crack open your beer, turn up the music, pace around the room like a caged animal. Impatient now, desperate to see your hard cock as it glides between my hot lips again... There's a knock at the door, you spring to answer it like a jack in the box, you've waited long enough for me. I'm standing at the door, dressed to kill, tight corset top almost spilling my beautiful breasts to the world, atop an indecently short skirt; showing the tops of my black silk stockings, which stretch all the way down to my fiendishly heeled black stilettos. My eyes, lined as black as my stockings burn with desire for you, my lips painted the same blood red as my top are hungry to taste you, devour you. We kiss passionately on the threshold, your hands roaming my body immediately, squeezing and kneading my pert tits, before grabbing my ass and pulling me close to you. I can feel your hard cock through the trousers of your suit as we kiss. It seems to me that you want me; need me. You pull me into the room, tracing your hand up my stockinged legs under my tiny skirt to find the flimsy lace of my panties, which are now the only thing between your fingers and my hot, wet cunt. In our passion we failed to shut the hotel room door, so when I pull away from you, naturally you assume that's where I'm headed, to your confusion I head back out through the door, with a sly grin on my sweet lips. As I leave the room I turn to see the look of dismay on your face! as if I'd leave you that way (?) alone with a cock hard enough to smash bricks. I giggle at the very idea, tell you not to worry, that I've brought you a present. With that I'm gone through the open door and away down the hotel's corridor. You sit on the bed, nursing your hard dick through the confines of your clothing wondering what the hell I'm playing at. A minute or so passes until I return, only this time I'm not alone. I have with me the most beautiful girl you have ever seen: gorgeous green eyes with the same dirty girl sparkle as you saw in mine the minute we met. All you can see of her attire is a long black trench coat, her killer heels to match my own and the collar she wears around her neck, attaching her firmly to the lead I am holding in my hand. I walk her into the room, pushing the door closed behind us. As soon as the door shuts, I unbutton her long coat, slipping it over her slender, naked shoulders. She wears nothing now, except for her stockings, heels, collar and lead. She is absolutely stunning, with heavy pert tits and creamy white skin. Her nipples are pierced and she wears a delicate chain from one exquisite breast to the other. Her navel is also pierced, she has a very slender waist, with spectacular hips, her pussy is clean-shaven and her labia are jewelled with six small rings. I nod to the girl and without further command she turns on the spot to give your eyes their fill. Her head held high and proud as she parades her exquisite nakedness for you. Her ass is as magnificent as the rest of her, pale skin unblemished save for a small tattoo of a flaming heart, bearing the inscription 'Tanya'. By the look on your face it is clear to me from the look on your face, you approve of my 'gift' ;) Your approval and obvious excitement at having two beautiful sluts at your disposal thrills and delights me, I step closer to you, slip my arms around your waist, draw you into another deep, passionate kiss. I take your hands into my own and with another small head movement beckon my girl closer. I take your hands, pushing them onto her glorious, naked tits, feeling our hands together, caressing her, touching and squeezing her. Giving you my unspoken permission to treat this beautiful woman as you please. Pure hedonistic pleasure is our only goal this evening. I kiss my gorgeous bitch as your hands roam over her body and mine, our pierced tongues lapping hungrily at each other. I kiss her hot mouth, sucking on her sweet lips and her hungry tongue as you slip one hand onto her ass, touching and groping the area emblazoned with my name. Your other hand dips back where I need it, under my skirt and panties, stroking at my now extremely damp mound. Our kissing getting more and more frenzied, you kissing me, kissing her, the three of us kissing n touching each other. You take one of her pierced nipples into your mouth and I follow your lead, sucking and kissing her other erect nipple as I slide my fingers between her legs to find her pussy as wanton and wet as my own. As you devour my girl's heavy breasts and luscious lips I slide to my knees, down onto the carpet, to give her sopping quim my fullest attention. I love to suck her shaven cunt, to pleasure her with my probing tongue, she tastes so goddamn sweet, it gets me so hot lapping at her hard clit, teasing her pierced labia between my lips, while I watch as you titillate her breasts. One of her stockinged legs is now wrapped around my neck, securing my lips to her cunt as she bucks and grinds against me. As I am down on my knees, licking n sucking at her sweet cunt you slip your hand back down to my own hot pussy and roughly jerk my knickers aside and continue to strum on my clit, getting your fingers well lubricated with my juices, thrusting your fingers into my hot, wet hole. I feel my girl loosing control, her breathing growing harder and faster. I can feel her orgasm building as surely as I feel my own and in moments we are crying out together, me and this beautiful girl, coming together, coming hard. Her pussy is sopping now, drenching my face with her delicious juices. Shakily, I get to my feet and draw you close, kissing you, letting you taste her pussy on my lips. My hands are pulling at your tie now, slipping it off from around your neck, sliding them under your jacket, pushing you out of it, letting it drop to the hotel room floor. Tearing the buttons from your shirt, one by one in my hurry to undress you. My bitch is on her knees now, behind me, pulling my damp panties down, slipping me out of them. I drop to my knees again, this time at your feet, undoing your belt and your zipper, freeing your beautiful cock. I begin to satisfy myself by slowly licking and sucking on your rock hard dick, staring into your eyes, shameless in my need to be a cock hungry whore for you, taking you deeper n deeper into my mouth, filling my throat as I fellate you. As I lose myself in such oral pleasure our little slut gets on her knees behind me and begins to eat my pretty pussy, lapping up my juices like the cat that got the cream. Dipping her fingers into my velvety wetness. As I'm on my knees sucking you hard and deep, she spreads my ass cheeks and buries her tongue deep in my ass hole, licking me and tonguing my hole, fingers still fucking into my cunt. I'm watching you as you watch her pleasing and teasing my ass and I feel your cock begin to jerk as my pussy is starting to twitch. I'm going to come again, and hard. As you shoot your hot, sweet, sticky load into my mouth, I prepare to swallow every drop, and here I go again, my body racked with tremors, my pussy and ass fucked and filled by some stunning young bitch's fingers and tongue, my mouth filled with your jizz, coming hard, with you, moaning and shaking as my orgasm crashes over me in waves of ecstasy. As my orgasm subsides and I have cleaned every drop of your come from your cock with my tongue, I tell you to sit in the chair in the corner of the room. I pick up your tie from the floor, help our sweet playmate back on to her feet, tenderly kiss her lips before taking both her hands behind her back and tying them securely with your neck tie. Using the chain between her breasts to lead her, I bring her over to where you sit, bending her over your lap. She is a dirty girl, just like me and I know from experience just what she's needing. I ask her if she's the filthy little slut I love to please n tease, and of course she answers that she is and that she will do anything to please me, she's a good girl. Gently I begin to caress her delightful ass with a featherlike touch, occasionally letting my fingers slip between her legs, but only for a split second, I raise my hand and spank her ass hard, so sudden that she gives out a small squeal. Again and again I spank down on her ass, bringing a lovely glow to her pale cheeks as she squirms about in your lap with her hands bound behind her, stopping occasionally to kiss and stroke her cheeks, mixing her pain with pleasure. When the palm of my right hand is nearly as red as her poor ass cheeks I stop to retrieve your belt from your discarded trousers, I pull it taught in my hands, doubled up. I step in front of her to let her see just what I have in store for her. There is no fear in her face, on the contrary, her eyes are aflame with passion, and I'm sure your cock has risen to attention again and is now nestling hard against her smooth belly. I hold your belt to her lips and she kisses it, whilst gazing deep into my eyes, a sign of her willing submission to us, also a sure sign she is enjoying her beating, she wants more. I lean over her prone body to kiss your lips, you knead my breast with one hand, whilst the other caresses her rosy ass cheeks, she utters a low moan again as we kiss. When my desire for your lips is sated, I resume my position behind my lovely little sub slut, raising the hand with the belt in it into the air, n bringing it down gently on her flank; again she begins to squirm and squeal, further heightening my desire to thrash her more. My strokes with the belt slowly grow in their intensity, until each swipe leaves a clean red welt on her now glowing flanks, her squeals have turned to moans again now, I'm beating this little slut and she is getting off on it, getting hornier n hornier. When I think she can take no more, without screaming the place down, I tenderly help her to her feet. Lifting her weight by her bound hands, I untie her, laying her down onto her back on the bed, straddling her hips and lavishing my attention again on her gorgeous breasts. You need no further encouragement at the sight of us writhing together on the bed, stepping up behind me, rubbing your rigid rod against my sopping pussy, thrusting into me hard with your huge cock; riding me, filling me, fucking me furiously. I adore the feel of you as you pick up your pace, shafting me harder and faster, stretching yourself into my tight cunt again and again until I am screaming and crying out your name, begging you to fill me with your come. Just as I am reaching my third orgasm you pull out of me, leaving me gasping and begging for more. You pull me onto my knees at the foot of the bed, bent over it with my face once again in reach of our girl's pierced cunt. As I begin to eat and lick her again, you join me on your knees, kneeling behind me, I feel your stiff cock nestling at the entrance to my ass hole. Slowly, tenderly you begin to bugger me taking your time to stretch my tight hole as you fill me, making me emit a low guttural moan from the very centre of my being. Thrusting with firmer and firmer strokes until I am full of you, stretched to my limits, licking and sucking the sopping cunt in my face, filling her wet quim n tight ass with my fingers in time with your thrusts until we are all trembling, gasping, panting, coming hard, the three of us together, until we're a writhing, sated, sticky, mess, lying together, gently caressing in the hotel bed.
Don't Look Back Ch. 13	7,861	4.6	950,325	[ "m/m erotica", "contemporary", "taboo", "incest", "father/son", "dom/sub", "texas", "line dancing" ]	Lee broke into a broad grin at the sight of the newcomers. The man who'd greeted him was tall, dark, and angular, about Lee's age. His bronze skin wore the weathered look of someone who spent a great deal of time outdoors, while his bright blue eyes were bursting with good humor. "Hey Slim." Lee gained his feet as they approached the table, holding out his hand. The man named Slim took it, before pulling Lee into a quick hug. He did the same with Marshall. "It has been a little while, hasn't it? Hey there Rye, Denver." Rye was a little older than Lee, with a one-time athletic build that was turning to flab. He compensated by dressing in flattering clothes that hid his growing paunch. Denver was about a year or so older than Marshall. His wavy blond hair was heavily gelled, and he was as well turned out sartorially as Rye, but in bolder colors. The four top next to them had just become free. They joined the two tables together and rearranged their chairs. Lee and Marshall sat on one side, Denver and Rye across from them, Slim at one end. Marshall and Lee had been coming together to Partners for less than a year. Technically, Marshall was underage, but a small glitch in the law allowed him to drink in the presence of a parent. Being with Lee, though, no one seemed to question his right to be there. Also, having Roy with them on occasion, as a lawman, helped. They'd met Slim, Rye, and Denver on one of their visits, and had become good friends. The three men all lived and worked in or near Tucker Falls—Slim on a working ranch just outside the city limits, Rye as a salesman for a local liquor distributor, and Denver in a retail computer store. "I noticed Roy up at the bar, smooth-talking some pretty little thing." Slim grinned. "I thought he was seeing someone?" Lee shrugged. "You know how that goes. One day they're all sweet and lovey-dovey, the next they think you're public enemy number one. Can't live with them, can't live without them." A chorus of amens resounded through the group. Not that Marshall had any experience with women. Not dating them, anyway. But he had a good idea what Lee meant. At that moment, Roy himself turned up. He slid into the empty chair opposite Slim, setting his beer on the table in front of him. "Didn't work out?" Slim asked. Roy shrugged. "I kinda got a clue it wouldn't when she offered to introduce me to her mother." "Ouch," Rye commiserated. "Don't worry," Marshall tried to cheer up the dejected sheriff. "You'll find someone else, for sure." "You know it." Roy winked at him. "There's some good looking guys right at this table, too." He gave Lee a significant look. Marshall scowled and moved his chair closer to Lee's, which earned him a snicker. "Oh no, don't you start too," Marshall warned the older man. "Too?" Slim raised an eyebrow. "Is there a story there, Lee?" Lee shook his head. "Naw, nothing really." He raised his hand to gain the server's attention, and a moment later, Blondie stood beside them, ready to take their order. Each man named his poison. Marshall noticed Blondie had moved his sights to Rye, who fairly ate up the attention. "Why don't I help you carry those?" he offered, following the server toward the bar. Marshall noticed a little more spring in Blondie's step. Denver leaned across the table toward Marshall. "I bet he gets him in one of the back rooms," he confided. "Like in the next five minutes." Partners was notorious among its patrons for the small back rooms that were the scene, more often than not, of intimate encounters, primarily between men. Most of the women preferred their lovemaking taken to different venues, but the men weren't as picky, and usually twice as horny. It wasn't unusual to see the beginning of such encounters on the dance floor, or at the tables, and people tended to look the other way if a couple showed a bit of flesh while caught in the throes of lust. "I bet you're right," Lee agreed with a laugh. "And I think I might be right behind him. Check out that sexy drink of cowboy at your nine o'clock." Marshall and Lee both turned and look in the direction indicated. A Sam Elliot look-alike was sitting alone, drawing on a draft. He seemed to be eyeing Denver up as well. "Go for it," Marshall encouraged him. "You know you want to." "Hell to the yeah. See that ten gallon he's got on? I'll be wearing it by the time we come back out," Denver said confidently as he got to his feet and moseyed in the direction of his dream cowboy. Just thinking about the back room made Marshall horny. He and Lee had been back there a few times themselves. Sometimes the drive home was too long, especially when Marshall had a hard-on for Lee that wouldn't quit. Like now. Rye returned with the server, long enough to leave the drinks, their attention somewhere else. Sure enough, moments later, they were hand-in-hand, heading toward the rear of the bar. Marshall squirmed in his chair a little. He lightly feathered his fingers along Lee's thigh. "How about another dance?" he suggested. "Go ahead, have some fun," Roy encouraged them. "Slim and I can catch up, can't we?" "You betcha," Slim agreed. "Go for it, you two." "Sounds like a plan to me." On the dance floor once more, they fell into an intimate two-step. Marshall snaked his hand between them, boldly cupping Lee through the fabric. "I bet I can read your mind," Lee murmured huskily into Marshall's ear. "Bet you can." Lee pressed against Marshall's hand. "Let's go in back," he suggested. "Fuck yeah." Marshall fairly whimpered with need. "Right now, please, Sir."
Frankie's Story Ch. 06	17,182	4.8	737,079	[ "slave", "master", "reluctance", "necklace", "sisters", "accident", "collar", "cabin" ]	(This story interlocks with each chapter so if you come into this story other than the beginning, then you may well scratch your head at some of the comments within this chapter. I've tried to make this a glimpse into the lives and lifestyle of three people. They chose to keep there lives private, isn't it strange how life never lets that happen.) \* Frankie and I had established a good working routine. Frankie had become the company's the primary point of contact for all but the most technical or complex business related issues. I was spending less and less time dealing with administration and, thankfully, more and more time working on my projects ... my first love. She has grown enough in her role that she has been making decisions on my or Mrs. Gillins behalf if neither of us are available although she always leaves a memo to me and Mrs. Gillins on her decisions so we are not blindsided later. She continues to grow more confident and capable as she sees me approve of more and more of her work. Sometimes I have watched her work and she just exudes confidence. Mrs. Gillins had told me that she noticed the same thing when we had one of our coffee breaks ... At least that's what she calls it. It always feels more like a lecture from mom to me but I have to humor her. It had been three months since our visit to the Harper Palace and I had yet to check in with either Red or Samantha. I never needed to with Red and I knew Samantha was so desperate for the same status that she wouldn't dare do anything to rock the boat. I had to show trust and expected them both to follow the rules that their status required of them. But, of course, that was three months ago. "Frankie when was the last time you spoke to Samantha?" She looked up from the mountain of paperwork parked in front of her. "About two weeks ago. I tried calling her two nights ago but she didn't pick up." I started having a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Frankie watched as I picked up the phone and called Red. She answered on the fourth ring. "Red when was the last time you spoke to Frankie?" "Hi Jack, good afternoon to you, too. Yes, I'm fine. Thank you for asking. How are you and Frankie doing? ... (Pregnant pause) ... I spoke to her two days ago. You were in one of the labs so we snuck in a half hour conversation." "When was the last time you spoke to Samantha?" "That would be close to three weeks. I called her a day or so ago but got no answer so I left a message." I thanked Red and apologized for not asking after her and hung up. I phoned Samantha from my cell phone so she would know who called. I hung up when my call rolled over to voicemail thinking it best not to leave a message. I started contemplating everything that could possibly be happening with Samantha as I stared at the documents Frankie left on my desk for review. Finally shaking off my cycle of dark futile thoughts I told Frankie I was going to see Marlon. I was sure she was on the phone to Red before I even entered the lab. I told Marlon what I wanted and the specs. Marlon started his usual rant about the impossibility of what I was asking. I stood staring at him with a smirk and said, "Yeah, right, like it was impossible before our last half dozen insanely successful products." He quieted looked grim and nodded. So we set about bouncing ideas off of each other until we had a working theory. I then gave him a month to make it work since the technology was already out there all he was going to have to do was adapt it. He asked for six weeks. I expected him to ask for two months so I agreed. He was already wiping the white board in his office ready to work on the design. My next visit was to Mrs. Gillins. She took one look on my face and she sent her assistant out of the office to do some photo copying and filing. "Ok, what's up?" "Marlon is working on a special project for me. I need you to liaise for him. He has been authorized to procure any equipment he may ask for and funded from my personal account not the business account. Everything goes through you unless there is a problem that needs my input. You will pass those issues directly to me." "Is this legal?" "Yes, it's legal but it's very personal. I will understand if you decline." She just grinned and shook her head telling me to get out of her office. She has work to do. I knew she had my back. We had been together too damn long not to watch out for each other. With everything in motion I settled back into work. I even offered to help with the mountain of paperwork Frankie had in front of her. That's when she became all territorial. She stood with her arms crossed barring me from her desk. She told me with no uncertain terms that this is hers and if I so much as move one piece of paper on her desk she will dump the whole thing back on my desk and take an "indefinite vacation." I backed towards my desk slowly. She returned to her work mumbling, "Bosses really need to know where the boundaries are." Samantha phoned back later that evening. We exchanged pleasantries then I told her that she needed to be here in six weeks for a week. She said she was looking forward to it. We ended our conversation wishing each other a goodnight. Frankie watched me the whole time. She started to speak but thought better of it. "Something is on your mind?" "You have doubts about my sister. Something is troubling you I can see it, what do you want me to do?" "Do nothing you don't normally do. I have the rest covered." Frankie wanted to say more but nodded in acquiescence. I told her that Samantha would be here for a week and as soon as she left we would need to do a little traveling. The next morning Frankie started on our itinerary and had me booked as one of the speakers at a seminar in Cincinnati, two visits to companies we dealt with in the area and another visit to a new company that expressed interest in our area of expertise. Our 'travel' wall started to crowd up with news clippings, executive summaries, schedules and technical synopsis. Mrs. Gillins came in and took one look at the wall and shook her head. "If you guys are going to keep doing this I'm going to get that wall cork covered the next time you're away. I will even set up a separate line item in our budget to track pins and ribbon expenditure." Peace reigned for the next six weeks. I left Marlon alone and I'm sure he was grateful for that. Samantha called twice in those six weeks and I let Frankie talk to her both times. Mrs. Gillins called me down to her office and handed me a sheet of paper with the final costs of what I had asked Marlon to do. My soft whistle as I read the figure was comment enough but it was a one off item so I knew it was going to be expensive. I thanked Mrs. Gillins and then heading off to see Marlon to learn the abilities and limitations of the gadget and, of course, start playing with it. Red was also due back but her schedule would be tight. This new film was starting to look like an epic and the Director as well as the film company wanted to keep the same crew together for the sequel. For my part I would like her to finish both movies. The commendations she would be getting from the production would do her a world of good as she leaves Hollywood behind and start a new chapter in her life with us. Samantha arrived at the cabin first. She was waiting in her rental when we got back from the office. Red pulled up about an hour later. Frankie squealed and jumped into Red's arms as soon as she came through the door. Frankie dragged Red away all the while whispering. Red turns to me with a sparkle in her eyes. What was that about? I left the girls to play catch up while I did some work in the den. The smell of dinner wafting through the open door soon caught my attention and we settled down to eat. "Samantha, are you enjoying your new status?" "Very much so, thank you. It fits in with what Daddy has me doing. I must say it did take some time to get back in the saddle. People thought I was getting soft over the time I lost my way. Those that have seen me since then have altered their opinion. It seems Samantha the hard nose is back." She giggled and Frankie smiled. Red simply watched and said nothing. "You know your mother will be here in three days time." "Yes, she didn't say why but I get the impression she isn't going to like being here." "Your Mother stuck her nose into our business. She has to be reminded that while you are here you are mine. You shared with her what I was going to do and she took it upon herself to stop it from happening. That's why she is coming." For the next two days we did nothing but picnic by the lake and sunbathe. The girls bonded, teased each other terribly and swam often. Although the play room door remained open I didn't use it. The afternoon before Peggy-Sue was due to arrive I asked Frankie to pack a bag. I then told her that Red was taking her to a clinic tomorrow. She was going to have her body hair lasered off and then both girls were going to be pampered for two days while she rested. "Oh that sounds like fun, can I go?" "Not this trip. Your Mother will be here tomorrow and we have one final thing to do to reinforce your status." I could see it in her eyes. Frankie knew something was going on. I had heaped so much onto such a young lady. I just hoped her training would hold her together. Red and I had discussed this and we both hoped this trip to the clinic and the spa would take her mind off of this whole situation. It still didn't stop her from crying when she said her goodbyes though. Samantha and I watched them leave and she looked at me expectantly. Her Norplant had been installed by her family doctor in Salt Lake City and the report was sent to Doc Kellerman soon after her trip to see Red. I had the feeling she expected me to make good use of it. My sending her to sleep in Frankie's old room ended that speculation. She made it to the center of the day room before she broke down and said something. "I don't understand. We are alone and you still won't take me to bed." When she said that, I smiled. Walked over to her and held onto her hugging her tightly. "Today you have Red's status in name and manner. Tomorrow we will seal the deal. It will be for life Samantha. It is a turning point in your ... our lives. It's going to be both mentally and physically challenging for you. I'm not sure you have fully thought this through. Tonight you will sleep on it and think about it. I will answer any questions in the morning as best I can before your mother arrives." It was clear to see she wanted to protest. I held a finger to her lips to silence her. "Remember. Master knows best even when you think he doesn't. It will only be for this night and then tomorrow when all this is over you will return home with your Mom. We will have time together don't ever think we won't. Also remember it was your boyfriend who moved too fast. You have trusted me with your story and your submission. Now trust me to set the pace of your progress. You need a steady pace to help your confidence grow. That is what you have always needed. You are receiving exactly what you need ... not what you want ... from me." She nodded her head with a sigh. It was clear to see she wasn't happy but neither was I. With everything in place I actually thought I would be able to sleep. Not a chance, I still had too many "what if's" going through my head. I heard her just before she came into my room. It was clear to see even in the ambient light that she had been crying. "I'm sorry I tried. But me sleeping alone there and you sleeping alone here just don't sit right with me. I'm a slave for fuck sake and no Master should ever sleep alone with a slave in the fucking cabin. Allow me to sleep on top of the covers at least." Her words warmed my heart although I'm not sure her language was appropriate. I pulled the cover back and she practically dove into bed. It took her a moment or two to adjust her self. Her first instinct was to make skin to skin contact but she wasn't sure if that would be pushing her luck. My placing my arm around her waist settled her and banished her doubt and she wriggled in closer. \\\\\\\* I was still in my den when Peggy-Sue arrived. I didn't even realize she was here until I heard Samantha talking to someone. "Is this how he expects you to walk around all day? He has you naked as the day your where born?" Her answer made me smile and fight the urge to laugh. "It helps with the clothes bill Mother this way he can get to all the bits he wants to get his hands on without the need to rip my clothes off." "No need to be disgusting, Samantha." "If you want disgusting, do you want me to tell you what he made me do last night?" Peggy-Sue was even quicker to reply this time, "Samantha. Enough!" I was leaning against the door frame listening and watching all this. It still took them a moment to realize I was there. The glare from Peggy-Sue didn't faze me in the least. She had brought all this on herself. I shrugged my shoulders and walking into the kitchen. I pulled a cooler out of the cupboard, filled it with bottled water and replaced the lid. Both followed me out to the car and I drove us to the lake. Samantha went swimming and Peggy-Sue rested on the sun lounger in her swim suit sipping from her bottled water occasionally. "You're really going to make me do this. I told Mitch I thought it was all bluff. Even he had doubts that you would go through with it." "To be honest, your fate was sealed when you stuck your nose in our business. Both of you gave Samantha permission to approach me and ask for the status I gave Red. You inserted yourselves into Samantha's life here. Given her past track record I can understand why but you should have left her alone. Her phone calls to you were to put you at ease and show you that she was being treated well. Both of you should have left it at that." It took her a few minutes before saying anything else. "Well, I'm damn sure I'm not going to show you anything that I've only shown my husband." That statement alone told me she had accepted her fate. Samantha was on the platform on the lake drying out and soaking up some sun. Every now and then her head would turn and look towards us waiting for the signal that she was to return. My hand went up and she dove instantly into the water and swam back. I waited until she knelt in front of me before I spoke again. "You know what's going to happen now. This seals your status. It's also your last chance to change your mind and leave with your mother without the status you wish. Do you understand the burden you place upon yourself when you accept this?" Samantha didn't even hesitate. She spoke the pledge she practiced for the moment and asked me where she was to lay down. I pointed to a spot. She walked over, lay face down on the ground and waited. Peggy-Sue hesitated then she picked up a towel, walked over to her daughter and looked down at her. Eventually she shook her head and looked at me. "I can't. This is my daughter we are talking about here, Jack. This is my own flesh and blood." I shrugged my shoulders and turned to pack things away resolved to close this chapter in my life. "Mom, please." "You're allowing this ... this man to humiliate you like this? What he wants me to do is disgusting, Samantha. Doing this to my own daughter is impossible." Samantha raised herself onto her elbows and looked directly at her Mother. I stood aside watching the drama unfold between mother and daughter. "Mother, I sat you and Dad down and explained my feelings. You let me approach Jack. You knew what I was seeking. I'm happy now. I know there are still some hurdles to overcome but I know I can overcome them because I have so many people that are by my side. Give me this Mother, please." Her shoulders slumped a little. Peggy-Sue turned to look at me. The anger in her eyes telling me a great deal. "You understand I hate you more than I have ever hated anyone. Don't ever count on us being friends Jack." Samantha laid back down. Peggy-Sue straddled her daughter, wrapped the towel around herself and placed her hand under the towel. Seconds later, with a look on her face that would turn many to stone, Peggy-Sue peed on her daughters back. Once finished she placed her hand under her towel adjusted her swim suit then walked up to me throwing the towel on the sun lounger before walking into the lake and swam out to the platform. I walked over to Samantha and asked her if she was ok. It took her a moment (I'm almost sure I heard a quiet cry) before she nodded her head. "You understand what your mother just did." Again she nodded her head before saying, "Yes, Master. She has now given up ownership of me on every level. She will always be my Mother but soon you will own me. You will be my master." It was then she felt my pee on her back splashing over the puddle her Mother had left and down her backbone stopping at the small of her back. The shock made Samantha jump slightly but she quickly calmed herself and waited for me to finish. When I told her to stand she struggled to stand up. Her ordeal wore her down. I could see her eyes were red but she tried to smile through it. "I'm glad I won't be going through that again." My stare put her on her guard and I challenged her quip by asking her one question. "Tell me what you felt?" For long time she alternately looked between me and the ground where she had laid. The drops that had run off of her had sunk into the earth. The heat of the sun would soon erase all evidence of this moment. Samantha knelt down and scooped up half a handful of earth and watched it run through her fingers. "My sister told me of this moment and of those that are to come. Many would wield a branding iron to show others that I am their property. That iron would only mark me skin deep but what you did to me marked me deeper. My mind and soul is branded with your mark. Should a situation occur that could be inappropriate then that same mark will burn in my mind to remind me I am yours alone." Once the last remnants of earth had drifted through her fingers she placed both hands together and rubbed those few remaining particles off her hands. "What runs down my back and legs will soon wash off but what has been burned into my mind via my body will always be a reminder. My status is a gift of trust. You peeing on me is the proof that it is binding me to you for life." Her eyes had welled up and tears freely flowed down her cheeks unchecked. A smile started creeping through the tears then she started giggling. She answered my questioning frown. "Listen to me. I'm even talking like my sisters now." I joined her laugh and hugged her. I told Samantha to go for a swim and be with her mother for a while. She needed to be reassured that she had not lost her daughter. She needed to know that Samantha the hard-nosed business woman and the child she had raised are still there. The only part that truly belonged to me was the slave within. Peggy-Sue's interference in my and Samantha's life while she was here had to be stopped and I only hoped she got that message. I packed our things back into the car and waited for them to finish their talk before calling them back in. They both quickly dried off and I drove us back to the cabin. They changed and I waited by the door with Samantha's necklace in my hand. She noticed and smiled as I placed it around her neck. I reminded her that she was never to take it off other than around water. We hugged and I told her about our upcoming trip. She was to contact Frankie to arrange for some time when we can meet during our travels. Both mom and daughter climbed into their cars and left. I spent my evening completing a number of outstanding tasks. I emailed Marlon with the outline to a new project, paid bills and completed all my correspondences before heading to bed. The girls would return soon and then the trip would start. I didn't want to look beyond that at the moment. I got a call the next morning from Red. "Is it safe to return yet? I have a slave here who is climbing the walls and we both want to get back to you." I'm sure they heard me laugh. Their car pulled up an hour later and we spent the afternoon out back sunbathing. Frankie wanted to show me the work that was done to her even though she shaved regularly. Her knowledge that she would never have hair there again was making her horny. She was sure wet when Red and I placed her on the ground and pulled her legs apart. Red and I talked while we prodded and poked but Frankie was far too distracted to join our conversation. I must say, for her first treatment they had done a wonderful job. In the end Red decided she liked her own better and sat astride Frankie's face so she could get a better look. I could tell from the sounds Red was making that Frankie was properly exploring the nuances of Red's pussy. I stayed where I was and fucked a very soaked pussy. \\\\\\\* We had been in Cincinnati two days and the seminar was going well. A couple of the speakers I had listened to gave me a few ideas to bounce off of Marlon when we got back. One of the speakers talked about a field I had not even considered. Although young, Rebecca Montrose was very well informed on the topic. Rebecca stood about five foot six in her flat comfortable shoes. The business suit she wore was tailor made and fitted around her curves in all the right places. Her long beautifully styled auburn hair made me smile. Perhaps it was her only challenge to her status of a speaker in a seminar full of computer types. Part of her hair was braided both sides of her head, joined at the back and flowed with the rest of her hair to just below her shoulder blades. She wore minimal makeup enhancing her natural beauty. Her eyes were limpid pool of warm brown that a man can drown in. She wore a pair of square framed tortoise shell glasses which I strongly suspected where cosmetic. I went to talk to her to pick her brain after her session. I invited her to lunch with us to continue our conversation. I'm sure she thought it was some sort of pick up but she shrugged her shoulders and joined us anyway. I wanted to put her at ease so as soon as we ordered I continued where we left off. We were both making notes as lunch went on. As our lunch drew to a close I asked if it would be possible to speak to her boss and arrange a meeting. She smiled and called him immediately. I spoke to her boss and, believe it or not, he was also her Father. I gave him a synopsis of Rebecca and my conversation asking if we could expand on some of the ideas that came out of our lunch. Ten minutes later I had Frankie add a trip to Newark to our journey. Frankie kept herself busy most of the first day with bringing my speech and associated slides up to date and, Just out of habit, she went around the seminar making contacts of her own. Her ability to ferret out information and build a dossier of our potential competition or partners is better than any business analyst I have working for me. Not a day goes by that Frankie didn't surprise and impress me. \\\\\\\* Rebecca was waiting for us and escorted us to her car when we arrived in Newark. This broke with a tradition that Frankie and I had established. We liked to have our own transportation readily available to us. It took a few moments to get booked into the hotel before she said her goodbyes. "Please, take your time and when you're ready I will swing by and take you both to see my Father. Francine has my number." We thanked her, showered and rested before going to see what we could find to eat. Francine phoned Rebecca at two letting her know where we were. By three Frankie and I walked into Thomas Montrose's office and were there until six when we adjourned our meeting until the next morning. It was clear to see from the pictures in his office and by his carriage that he is ex-military. I can also see the close resemblance between Rebecca her mom. She has the best of both worlds. She has her father's intellect and her late mother's beauty. She will age gracefully if her mom is any indication. I waited until I was in the shower and washing Frankie before I asked her my question. "What's your opinion of both of them?" She only paused for a moment. She didn't hide the slight smile either so she was obviously waiting for me to ask. "Thomas is nice. I will skip the technical stuff since its way over my head. He was unsure of you in the beginning but relaxed as the meeting went along. He is good natured and kind. I'm not so sure about Rebecca. I think she is gay. I also suspect she is trying to hide it from her father. That dynamic may change my opinion of Thomas but my impression is he is a good man." "I must admit that had occurred to me too. I can see me doing business with Thomas. What I don't need is his company disintegrating into a family feud when or if he finds out what we both suspect. I'm going to be busy with Thomas most of tomorrow. Why don't both you and Rebecca go shopping and find out what you can?" Thomas had some good ideas and he could obviously see I wanted to incorporate them into my business. He was ready to partner with us on a couple research and development projects once he saw the benefits for both of us. It still took us most of the day to sort out an outline before we got lawyers involved. It was then Thomas caught me by surprise. "Look, Jack, we could well be talking millions in research here before we show any return on investment. I'm a small operation compared to you. Why are you agreeing to a fifty-fifty split of the profits?" Simple answer I thought. "It's originally your and Rebecca's idea. If I hadn't been at that seminar I would never have come across this opportunity. You are short in capital which I have. I want both of us to benefit from this venture. I will also keep this out of unscrupulous sharks as a bonus to both of us and anyway, talking fractions gives me a headache. We will get the lawyers to sort the paperwork out and I will be back in two weeks to put ink to paper if both parties are ok with the particulars." We shook on it. I knew Thomas was a man of his word. It still left the question of Rebecca though but I wanted Frankie's input before I made any decisions regarding her. I took a cab back to the hotel and Rebecca dropped Frankie off about an hour later. Frankie was walking, talking and pulling her clothes off as she came into our room through the adjoining door. Isn't her ability to multitask wonderful I thought to myself? "She is actually bi-sexual. So, now I understand the vibes I was picking up from her. She also graduated from MIT but a year behind Samantha. They didn't socialize although Rebecca heard about Samantha breaking her arm." That was when she frowned. I had a feeling I wasn't going to like the next part. "Rebecca also said that when Samantha came back her boyfriend disappeared. She went a little crazy. For nearly a year she wasn't seen with the same guy more than twice. She got a reputation that she was easy. They were saying that a dinner and some flowers got you laid." MIT is a very small enclave of brilliant people but who weren't above germinating rumors and gossip. I only nodded and filed that information away. There seemed little point in passing any judgment on the past and if that's what she needed to get over her ex and a broken arm then so be it. My concern was now, which brought me to my next question. "Frankie when was the last time you talked to Samantha?" She snuggled in close before speaking, expecting the worse and wanting to be close and ready if I didn't like her answer. "In the four weeks we have been away I have spoken to her twice. They occurred the day after she returned home and again two weeks ago. Both occasions were a ten minute chat. In total I have phoned her six times and left messages when her phone went to mail." Even as she spoke she was handing me my cell. She knew whom I would be calling. "Good day Red, how are you today?" The laugh that came down the line next made both of us smile. "Twice Jack. Two days after her return home and a week later. I have phoned her seven times in total and left messages when she didn't pick up." "I see you and Frankie have been talking." I heard Frankie giggle into my chest. "Frankie is right here listening in. Both you and Frankie need do something for me. Stop phoning her. I have some things that I need to check out when I get back to the office. It may change things with Samantha" The answer from Red took slightly longer than Frankie's. "Please just don't do anything rash, Jack. I will do as you say but please think before you do anything." I took council from Red and agreed with her. We caught up a little bit and worked out her next visit home. Frankie and I made an early night of it because we would be flying home early tomorrow morning. We went into the office as soon as we landed out of habit. Frankie went to see Mrs. Gillins while I went to have a long talk with Marlon. I could see his eyes grow wider when I laid the groundwork for our next major project. We talked personnel and decided to start roughing out a roster of people that can fit into the proposed staffing profile and distributed to our functional managers to determine availability. I pulled open my laptop and started the program once I got back to my desk. I shook my head and sighed. Samantha knew the conditions of the status she had asked for. Red sat her down and told her point blank the rules. Now I was seeing for myself that she had her own version of the rules. The necklace I placed around her neck wasn't her original one. This one had Marlon's work placed into the heart shaped pendant. It wasn't a tracking device per se. If I wanted to keep track of her I would have bugged her cell. The rules stated that she was never to take her necklace off unless around water. Her necklace converted body heat into electrical energy until it reaches a point when it sends out a pulse to a cellular account with the time a date of the pulse that is monitored by my software. That's all it does. It doesn't track where she is. It won't even tell me from what communications tower it transmitted from. She could be anywhere in the world. The whole point was to see if she was indeed wearing her necklace and, in turn, followed the rules. Her lack of communication with the girls was a give away. The lack of signal just nailed it. There were two time and date signals. One on the day I placed the necklace around her neck and one the very next morning. Once out of sight of us she had reverted to being Samantha the hardnosed business woman. I had little doubt that I would find her necklace in some corner of her walk in wardrobe. I shut down the program and returned to the work that has piled up on my desk since before our trip. It was a welcome diversion. Frankie returned an hour later and we headed for home. \\\\\\\* The silence from the girls brought on a burst of activity from Samantha. She phoned the girls every week for two months and then she reverted to her usual silence. Her necklace never returned to its rightful place and I left things as they were. Frankie and I had enough to do sorting out the legal and contractual details for the partnership with Montrose Industries. Thomas and Rebecca Montrose came in a month later to review the contract; negotiated the staffing profiles from each company; exchange details on the principle engineers and management personnel; and tour the facility that will house the project. The temptation to become more hands-on was close to overwhelming and I'm sure Thomas felt the same way but we both had to hand the project over to the team and let them run with it. We still had other work to do and that kept all of us busy through the coming months. The film was just about finished and the producers received funding for a sequel due to the favorable responses to the early screenings. The production company wanted to sign Red's company to support the cast for the upcoming film. It seems the whole cast had a good feeling about this film and two of the big names signed on for the sequel. Red talked about it with us both and we could see nothing but positives if she took the contract. It would give her a boost for her new company and make her current company more valuable. The production was on an aggressive schedule. They wanted to take advantage of the buzz off this film to catapult the sequel into a successful run. They had finalized casting and preproduction work. They wanted to start shooting in a week and expect the film to be completed in six weeks. So Red came home for a week and Frankie and I took the same week off and spent it all unwinding by the lake. Both girls wanted to bring up the topic of Samantha. They tried it together and individually. I asked them to let it alone each time. We only immersed ourselves in our own enjoyment. The play room got used on a daily basis and the smiles and sparkle in their eyes left me in no doubt that this week would stick in there minds for some time to come. Frankie and I still had one more surprise for Red. We packed as she packed to leave. When she asked where we were going Frankie said Hollywood and continued packing. Red let out a shriek and hugged both of us. We spent the weekend with Red in her apartment taking turns with Red. That poor girl never stood a chance. We had the whole weekend to double team her and left her a wreck by Sunday evening. I had to carry her into the shower so Frankie and I could wash her down. She left for the set and we left for the airport Monday morning. The early signs on the new project were promising and Thomas was as happy as I was. Frankie and I had another seminar coming up so we concentrated on our usual preparation work. We placed Mrs. Gillins as the head of the business office for the project. Her reputation was only surpassed by her abilities so her placement met with little resistance ... especially Thomas Montrose who seems to be rather taken with her and did sometimes leave me wondering. Was he here to see how the project was going or to take my best employee to dinner? It was good to see her smile and trying to keep my mouth shut about it when we talked was really difficult. Mrs. Gillins kept a tight reign on the budget for the new project that caused a lot of friction between the project manager and Mrs. Gillins. I sided with Mrs. Gillins and told the project management team that she has the final say on all budgetary expenditures. The engineers grumbled a bit but the tension quickly dissipated. \\\\\\\* A month later, Frankie and I were in Detroit. My cell woke us both at three fifteen in the morning of March 9th. The call was from the production team that Red was working with. One of the stunts for the new film had gone terribly wrong and the leading lady was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Red knocked her out of the way but was caught in the accident. Her injuries were not known to the person we talked too. Frankie went into shock when she heard. At first she kept shaking her head telling me it was all a mistake. They had spoken to each other just a few hours before the tragedy occurred. I couldn't leave her alone so I phoned down to the concierge desk and asked for the earliest flight out to Los Angeles. They phoned back ten minutes later letting us know that there were no flights available until tomorrow afternoon at the earliest. I called Jack Morrison for a favor telling him what happened. He immediately sent one of his G5 charters to Detroit for our use. It was ours for the duration. I thanked him then called Mrs. Gillins letting her know what happened and had her cancel all our appointments for the foreseeable future. The hotel took care of our rental car and got us to the airport just as the plane arrived for us. We held each other on the trip there and the hostess had little to do on the entire journey, other than empty the basket next to us. On the two occasions that she came anywhere near us I simply smiled and waved her away. It wasn't my intention to be rude but my attention had to be on Frankie. I was finding it harder to get any type of response from her. She alternated between needing to be held and staring vacantly into space with tears streaming down her face. The trouble was she was closing in on herself. Red and her were sisters on every level, I'm sure they could read each other's minds as well. I, too, started reflecting through all the years I've known Red. I remembered all the good times we had together, the times we shared with Shannon, and all the times she drove me crazy. I pray I will not lose another love. She means so much more to me than just my slave. I looked down at Frankie and, to my surprise, I realized that she's becoming just as close to me also. I realized I needed to pull out of this train of thought and start formulating a plan of attack. I had to contact the last firm I wanted to talk to right now. I knew the studio will start spinning the incident and engaging their lawyers and PR firms to do damage control. I understood their reason for it but I did not want Red to become news fodder. I contacted the law firm I have on retainer and tasked them to come up with all the options to accomplish what I need. Now lawyers hold a unique position in our society. I describe them as the conduit for pain. They pass the pain from one party to another. My lawyers are the best at passing pain. They charge a premium for it and they are worth every penny. The news crew had the film set and the studio staked out. We were collected by one of the interns and were told that Red was in ICU at Cedar-Sinai Medical Center and taken to the hospital. We were met by one of the producers when we entered the lobby of the hospital. Her condition was still critical and she has very restrictive visitation. She could only be seen by only one family member at a time. A man stood at the end of the corridor leading to ICU, we shook hands and he introduced himself as Mathew Bowden, senior partner of the entertainment department of my law firm. Frankie took one look at him and moved behind me, that's when I knew I was going to get my money's worth. I sent Frankie in to be with Red. Frankie sidled around Mathew making sure to keep him in sight ready to bolt if he should reach for her. Leaving Frankie wasn't easy for me but I still had to talk to Mathew. He followed me into a side room keeping the entrance to ICU and me in view at the same time. Mathew and I went over the transcripts of my conversation with his firm going over what I would like to accomplish. He presented two options his firm came up with along with the pros and cons of each options. He asked questions to clarify salient points. We decided on specific courses of action moving forward. He then asked me if I was related or had power of attorney for Miss O'Connell. We both knew he was covering his ass, I told him it's on file at the home office. He made a note to have our file forwarded to his office. He told me that all further dealings with the studio would be through his office and he gave me a stack of his business cards. He left us to make his own phone calls at the other end of the room. He returned and approached the producer, "Here is my card. Any transactions or communications with Ms. O'Connell or Mr. McManus will go through my office. Any direct contact with Mr. McManus or Ms. O'Connell by the Studio or the production staff is prohibited. We will file a complaint if we are made aware of any such contact." "We are in the process of filing a civil suit against all parties involved as well as in injunction against using any footage of the accident for publicity or press releases. We will forward any discovery to the DA's office if we find any negligence or malfeasance. We are also filing an injunction against the release of Ms. O'Connell's name or her company to the press or any publicity." He hastily nodded his head and more sharks joined the feeding frenzy. Three lawyers from the studio entered the fray. They took a look around and instantly stood either side and in front of the producer. It was also then that Mathew Bowden stepped out of the shadows and all three took a step back. Two detached themselves from the producer and joined Mathew in a corner to whisper and make notes. I joined Frankie a few minutes later in ICU. The nurse by Red's bedside didn't comment and I was grateful that she didn't. The heart monitor was stable the steady ping was almost soothing if it wasn't for the fact that it was plugged into Red. She was lying naked and face down a tube in her mouth and the top half of her back covered in some sort a gauze to protect what was left of her skin from the burns. Her head was covered in what looked like a skull cap and I wondered at that. The nurse watched me looking at her head. She smiled a second before I heard a voice behind me. "We had to shave what was left of her hair off. We needed to see for ourselves what damage the fire had done to her scalp. Fortunately, we did not find any singed hair in her nose or blistering in her throat. We've had to put her in a coma otherwise the pain would traumatize her so much that it would hinder her recovery. We will start to bring her out of it in a day or two." "It's a good thing you did, doctor. She would've skinned you alive before she would let you touch her hair. The doctor stood as tall as me with a goatee which I thought was a bad idea but it was his so I didn't comment. I left the room with the doctor leaving Frankie holding Red's hand. The doctor gave me the initial assessment of Red's injuries and her prognosis. He assured me that the best burn unit in the state is already on board. I knew he was truthful because I checked out the team before boarding the plane. I wanted the best and they were. The next ten days turned into a blur. I called Mrs. Gillins to check up on things. She told me to, "Get off the phone and stop bothering me." It was her way of saying Red is more important than anything going on with the company. She was right. I suppose years of spending so much time on the road, at seminars and visiting other companies had made all of our project teams semi-independent. They still had Mrs. Gillins to make the final decisions if or when needed and they knew she had blanket approval from me. My greatest difficulty was getting Frankie to eat. Thankfully her slave training has progressed enough to where she could let her mind go once I put her under protocol. She has slowly accepted the fact that her sister was in a bad way and wasn't going to be leaving the hospital for some weeks to come. She slept when she was told to; eats when I placed it in front of her and held me as often as she could. Mathew and his staff kept me apprised of everything. The initial ruling on what happened on the set was an accident based on the film footage and eye witness accounts but the investigation continues. They are expecting the final report to come out in about a month after the forensics team reconstructs everything. Mathew recommended that we retain an independent accident investigation team to go over the evidence for the pending lawsuits. I agreed with him and told him to move forward. One thing they were all sure about was that if Red hadn't pulled the films leading lady out of the way they would be looking at a tragic death rather than an awful accident. Red's family came into town a couple days after we did. Frankie and I spent some time with Red's folks. None of them had met her but all instantly knew her when she came into the room. It took awhile for Frankie to calm down. I guess she was feeling overwhelmed. Red's family meant everything to her and, although they would not stand in her way, she wanted to let them know in what direction her life was taking. Her relationship with me and, by extension, Frankie was known to her family. This was her second of two conditions Shannon and I agreed to when Red joined our family. Grace, Red's mother, and Niamh hugged Frankie when we came through the door. They went off into the corner to tearfully talk and commiserate. We could hear giggles and laughter in the corner after awhile as they regale each other with stories of Red. Shaun, Red's father, and I had took two seats by the window drank coffee and waited to be allowed back in to Red's room. We were not allowed in because the medical team was having one of their conferences by her bedside. We knew the team will stop by here when they were done so we waited. My cell rang and Mathew Bowden's name flashed onto the screen so I excused myself and moved to a quiet corner. Mathew had found out that the studio was going to release a press release within the hour. They were going to put a positive spin on the whole thing. They were even releasing some of the footage of Red charging into the leading lady pushing her to safety. The leading lady, the director, and the stunt coordinator will be at the press conference to answer questions. "Can you make this go away?" "No, not completely, the judge limited the injunction to any footage that shows conclusively that it was Red. The police and DA's office have allowed the release of the footage because there is, preliminarily, no criminal liability and they have copyright on the film footage." "Stall them and get me a day. I need twenty-four hours Mathew." The pause was longer this time. "You have it. I will request a review of any footage before the press release. If I can push it I will get you two days but the press is pushing the studio for details. The leaks are increasing by the day. The cynic in me thinks the studio is orchestrating the leaks to increase publicity for the film. I wouldn't put it pass them" I closed my cell and I saw every eye in that room was on me. As I opened my mouth to speak the doctor came into the room. The smile on his face told us more than he ever got the opportunity to say ahead of time. "Ok folks we have good news and good news." Just like a typical doctor always going for the dramatic effect. I suppose if you worked in ICU giving good news to the family mitigate the many times when he had to deliver bad news. So I smiled and let him have his moment knowing full well I was about to send his world into a spiral when he was done. "Our patient is responding well and woke while we were doing our assessment. Her response was and I quote 'Keep the noise down I'm trying to sleep here' unquote. He paused to see if our response to Red's comment was positive. He relaxed realizing that would be a normal statement from Red indicating her mental facility is good. The doctor left us soon after promising they would be finished with their tests in about a half hour then we will be allowed to visit with her. Everyone's attention turned to me as soon as the doctor left expecting a report from my phone call. "Mathew says that the film studio is going to hold a press conference later today so that they can put a positive spin on the whole incident. The leading lady will be there speaking about the incident. There is information leaking about the incident and the press is demanding more." Grace, Frankie and Niamh looked at me from the couch with grave concern. "We know about your lifestyle son and you own my daughter, Jack, but that doesn't stop her being my daughter. I sure hope you have a plan because I can't think of any way from keeping her life with you out of the public eye other than suing all parties involved." I knew what he was really asking and I truly felt for him. "We all know your daughter was open to you about her life from the very beginning. I understood from the very start that, in her heart, she was still a traditional Irish girl and family meant everything to her. I can't fix something this big. Her medical needs outweigh every other consideration including risking exposure of her private life. I can minimize the damage but that's all. The law firm we retained to handle the matter have been instructed to fight to keep Red's private life out of the public eye. They are one of the best in this arena and they have taken off the gloves." Detective Shaun O'Connell (Retired) looked over at his family for consensus after hearing me out. They nodded their understanding and agreed to let me continue doing what I'm doing. He extended his hand in abdication of the wellbeing of their daughter to me. I shook his hand conveying understanding of the gravity of this agreement knowing full well how difficult it is for this proud man to step aside. "I still have a few friends in the department, if they can help they will." I nodded and got busy. "Doctor Kellerman." "When did you start to answer your own phone? I thought you got those minimum wage assistants of yours to do that for you." The roar of laughter came over the line. "You caught me at a weak moment. What can I say? I have to let them go on dinner breaks or they get the union onto me. How, the hell, are you Jack?" "Joseph, I need your help." He immediately got serious because I never called him by his first name unless there was something significant happening. I explained that the story in the papers at the moment coming out of Quantum Studio's involved Red. "Oh shit. You mean the girl who stopped Caroline Atkins from being burned to a cinder was Red?" "Yes, it was. The doctor just gave us the team's assessment. I need your help. The press is going nuts wanting interviews and unless I can delay the studio going public about Red's involvement they'll be on us like a pack of wolves. They plan to show the film of Red getting Caroline Atkins out of the way but my lawyers are trying to limit her exposure. Joseph, Red's not in any state to have more pressure heaped on her so I need her gone." For the next twenty minutes we talked logistics. Although the family could only hear my side of the conversation I could tell they were beginning to feel better about the situation. I watched Niamh go in to see Red as I got off the phone. I told the family that Doctor Kellerman needed to talk to the medical team before we could proceed in moving Red to an isolated location. The family understood. I also told them that it was highly likely that we will be able to move Red because Dr. Kellerman is her primary physician and a highly respected internal medicine specialist and certified ER doctor. Mathew called me while I was in the hospital administrator's office. He managed to get the press conference changed to later that evening but that was the best he could do. The studio has tentatively agreed to keep Ms. O'Connell's name out during the press conference but her name won't be going to be kept out of the press forever given the leaks. Even though the hospital administration was well aware what will happen as soon as Red's identity is leaked since they are the primary hospital for any incidents that happened on any movie shoots in the area but they were not happy about it at all. They do have protocols in place to handle the press but they would rather not have their staff and patients impacted by the publicity. I explained my plan and Dr. Kellerman's involvement. They were happy to assist in our transition plan and they were very cooperative with Dr. Kellerman when he contacted them. The hospital administration made Red's medical team available as soon as Joseph called. Both medical teams quickly established a good rapport and developed a detailed plan on Red's transition. The hospital even offered to have the medical team available to travel with Red and continue the treatment plan as scheduled. Everything was agreed upon and put into motion. I sat in on the meeting but I was as useful as a fart in an elevator. I phoned down to Frankie and got her to ask if Shaun could contact his friends to form a police escort to the airport? I received my answer even before he started calling. My next call was one I wasn't looking forward to. "Father Patrick Stevens' residence" "Is the father in? This is Jack McManus." "Jack!" "Forgive me father for I have sinned so many times." "You have been a cross I must bare Jack. Sister Mary Patrick has worn a hole in her rug praying for your soul. To what do I owe the pleasure of this call?" Patrick Stevens was the man who married Shannon and me. He was also the man who placed her to rest along with our child. He held me when I railed against God and the unfairness of my losses. I think I would have hated him if he started spewing platitudes like, "It is God's Will" or "God needed them by His side". But he just held me and told me he didn't understand why God allowed this to happen and it wasn't fair. His understanding and his humbleness to admit he didn't know it all built a bridge for me to retreat from my darkness and possibly madness. After a while he brought Red to me thrusting her hand into mine when he did. Somehow he knew of about our relationship just as he knew that Red was what I needed. I came back three days later and thanked him for everything. He looked me in the eyes and told me he didn't know what I was talking about. I am ever in his debt. There is nothing I won't do for him. "Are you still publishing God's Gazette father?" "Jack McManus, I will not have the bi-weekly edition of the St. Mary's Chronicle spoken of in this manner. You know it is still in circulation since it's your company that donated the printing press and a 'mysterious' donor keeps us fully stocked on all our supplies." I couldn't help but smile. I liked this man and his efforts to be the moral voice of the community; the St Mary's Chronicle is the cornerstone of his efforts. Most of the time people from the town or from his congregation would phone in stories and, occasionally, he would go out on a tip. Our town became a close knit community when the paper came out. The paper published tidbits from its citizens; celebrated little accomplishments; published wonderful family recipes from the area; and admonished all to perform an act of kindness for a stranger. Pretty soon no one could perform those acts of kindnesses for strangers because there were no strangers in our town. Father Stevens has truly blessed all he's touched. "Father I'm going to hand you and your paper a scoop. I need to give it to you because I know you will be able to handle the aftermath." It seems Father Patrick Stevens was still sharp as ever even as he approaches seventy. His next words gave him away and helped me by not having to go into too much detail. "Oh my Lord, so it is true. I've followed the story or at least as much as the studio have been willing to let out. How is she Jack?" We talked for some time. I told him Red's condition and our attempts to hold the studio back from releasing any information about her. But the dam was about to burst and I was almost powerless to stop it. We talked about Joseph Kellerman's involvement and our plan. "Father she is still in a bad way but the hospital has agreed to the move her. Joseph is already on his way here in an air ambulance. We have the transportation covered and Joseph is taking Red back with him along with her medical team. He has a private clinic already on standby. I need you to handle the interview, please Father, no pictures." "Is she that badly burned Jack?" The concern in his voice was touching. I knew I had to quickly dispel his run away imagination. "She has some third degree burns on her upper back and the bottom half of her neck. She was shielding Caroline Atkins as she pulled her from the scene. She is expected to make a full recovery but she will have scars. The press is going to descend on you once you print the story in St Mary's Chronicle. I'm sorry I'm putting you in this situation." "There is no need to apologize, Jack. Red holds a very special place in my heart. We will do everything to protect her. Now, set aside your worries about the press and go take care of her." He, as always, knew exactly the words to say to me to comfort me. We worked through the timing of the story and I could hear him making notes. I trusted this man like very few people in my life. I know he would treat this story with dignity and, when the press people came and parked on his front lawn, he would pass the offering plate asking for donations to the churches food bank. If anyone could stand fast against the sea of humanity that was about to descend upon him it was this man. However, this story will put St Mary's Chronicles on the map but that is the last thing he cares about but, really, this is all about me and Red and our lives. \\\\\\\* The tube was out of her mouth. Red watched me approach and smiled. Her eyes glazed with impending tears as I bent down to kiss her cheek. "You've been avoiding me." "Don't flatter yourself. You and Shannon always used to leave your dorm room a mess when we were at college. All these years and nothing changes. I'm still picking up after you." The heart monitor sped up for a moment. I can see Red's thoughts were elsewhere. "Happy times indeed. You know we left it a mess so you would get angry and punish us. We used to show each other our bruises resulting from our punishment and giggle about them." Our laughter quickly descended into silence. We just looked at each other feeling the tension build. The tears started trickling down her cheek. "I'm so sorry my master, truly I am, but I could not let it happen." "I know. You are Red. It's what you have to do." The silence was longer this time. Red seemed to be dreading what was coming. I leaned in close and kissed her cheek before I told her what was happening at the studio and why we needed to move her out of harm's way. Mathew Bowden stood next to me in the hospital administration office as I spent the next twenty minutes signing all the necessary forms. The hospital was covering there asses and I couldn't blame them. Joseph had called me and told me they had already landed and were waiting, a police car had turned up seconds after the wheels of the air ambulance had stopped and parked alongside them. The medical team made ready to travel with Red and so with a final hand shake and after thanking the staff the four police motorcycle team shot through the city on the way to the airport while the press sat and listened to the PR people at Quantum Studio's. They never did show the film of Red pulling Caroline Atkins out of the way though. Mathew and his staff pulled every trick in the book that finally forced the studio to capitulate and pulled any footage of Red at the conference. We know the studio will eventually break through all the legal maneuvering and release the footage but he gave us the time we needed and got Red out of the line of fire. Mathew and his staff earned every penny of the exorbitant fee they charged me. I even included a bonus along with a case of Cristal for what they pulled off. Joseph called me when they were about to take off and told me all had gone well. They were already hooking Red up and making her comfortable as I heard the pilot in the background telling everyone they had been given priority clearance as they prepared for takeoff. I turned to see some very anxious faces staring at me, "They're in the air. Joseph is taking Red to his private clinic. Tomorrow Father Stevens will interview her and print her story in his paper the same day. By evening the special edition will be all over town and by early tomorrow the press with descend into our quiet town and try to waylay the father not knowing he is one of the toughest men they will ever encounter. Everything is proceeding as planned." There seemed little left for us to do now. Frankie and I hugged Reds folks and promised to keep them up to date on everything that was going to happen. I pulled Shaun aside and asked him to thank his friends for me. Shaun looked me in the eyes and with a hint of a smile on his lips told me he didn't know what I was talking about. I smiled as echoes of those same words had been used to seal a friendship. I told Frankie to make all the necessary arrangements to fly Red's family out next month to stay with Red for a week. Frankie threw herself at me and sobbed. It seems I'm losing my evil master rep. The news frenzy lasted another week before the next disaster grabbed hold of the public's attention. Father Stevens was a rock and limited all information other than what he himself placed in his newspaper. Sales of St Mary's Chronicle that day and the one that followed went through the roof and they had to print the edition several times exhausting all their supplies. It looks like the 'mysterious' donor will have to make another contribution. \\\\\\\* Reds progress was slow to start with but it crawled to a halt shortly after. She seemed to enjoy our daily visits but she was withdrawing into her shell. It may seem cruel but, after a week I told Red that we won't be back for awhile and that she took this opportunity to decide whether she still wants me to be her master and walked out. I told Frankie that she's forbidden to contact Red in any fashion. She stopped in the hall in shock then ran to plead with me. She can't just stop talking to Red! She would be lost without her sister! She kept at it until she saw the pain in my face. We went home and just held each other and prayed that Red would come back to us soon. We received a call from the Joseph a week later giving us Red's message, "Master, I'm so sorry. Please come back." We rushed to Red's room and the first words out of Red's mouth were, "I'm damaged, this will never go away I will always be scared." "So you refused me what's mine?" "Never my Master but you deserve perfection. All the plastic surgery will not bring back the Red you loved." "I demand obedience yet I'm not getting it from you. I don't expect you to come out of this unscathed or unchanged but I expect you to be part of this family. Don't you know the Red we love is not the shell you wear? It's the warm sassy caring woman inside. Your withdrawal from us has hurt us deeply and you will be punished for it." Her eyes lifted to look deeply into mine and her lip quivered for a moment. For the first time ever I saw her inner child. She was so afraid. Her question was a whisper. "What do you wish my Master?" "You will continue with your therapy until you are strong enough to go into surgery to receive your last skin grafts. You need these grafts to help rebuild your body's immune system. Your body is working too hard and it will eventually wear out. You will start physical therapy as soon as the medical team clears you so you can resume your physical trainer career. We want you to be with us for a very long time. You promised me some children and I'm holding you to it. As far as cosmetic surgery to remove the scars are concerned ..." I looked over at Frankie. "Take off your top and turn your back to Red." Frankie didn't even hesitate. "Frankie, I want you to schedule an appointment with Dr. Kellerman to have that tattoo removed. It offends me." Frankie turned around, stiffened up, and rubbed her hands together nervously before refusing, "No my master. To remove it is to disrespect the memory it represents. I will take any punishment you will give me for refusing but this tattoo is as much part of me my collar is. I cannot do as you command." I smiled and nodded to Frankie behind Red's back to let her know she is not in trouble. I turned back to Red, "Red, those scars are a badge of honor. They are as much part of you as your collar is. You saved someone's life. You had no thought of your own safety. Every time we see or touch those scars we will remember this tragedy but, more importantly, our hearts will swell with pride that one of our family is a hero." We grew quiet. Frankie and I watched Red as she struggled to come to terms with everything that has just transpired. Red looked up at us after awhile. We could see the gleam had returned in her eyes and we both broke out with great big grins. Red said, "I will do as you commanded my master. I will finish these courses of treatment and work to come back to you. I'm looking forward to my punishment." She had an impish grin as she continued, "I think it is time I sell my company in Hollywood and come home as we planned. I think we do need a baby in the house help mellow you out ... Master." Frankie walked up to Red and gave her a gentle hug before stepping back to be by my side. "We are family, get better and come home to us soon my sister." \\\\\\\* We had given ourselves the weekend off and spent it all with Red. Her mood changed for the better after our talk. Doc Kellerman was happy with her progress and even hinted that she could well come home soon. I had stopped monitoring the program that tracked Samantha's usage of her necklace. There seemed little point to it. Neither of us had heard from her for close to six weeks and, to be honest, I didn't expect to hear from her again any time soon. She had come to me to be my slave as Red was. She wanted Red's status so Red and I explained what that status entails. Red worked with her in Hollywood while she visited with Red. It has become painfully obvious to me that Sam just wanted her "slavery fix" while learning to take over for her dad to head his conglomerate. She wanted all the advantages without taking any of the responsibility. She is, in some ways, very much like Red was in the beginning. The biggest difference was that Red had a desire to connect with us regardless of whether she was in her public mode. I don't see the same desire from Samantha. She puts us on the shelf when she's in public and pulls us off the shelf when she chooses to be a slave much like her collar. I need to break her of this behavior or I will have to let her go. It breaks my heart to even think it but I have no other choice. Samantha was in my chair when we got back. I gave her a scathing stare and yelled, "Get the fuck out of my chair, and who gave you access to my office?" She quickly jumped out of my chair and stood by Frankie as if seeking some form of protection. I grabbed the phone and called the reception desk demanding the person who answered get to my office right away before slamming the phone down glaring at Samantha. Within two minutes the guard from the reception desk came running into my office panting from his exertion. "Ok Tony, who allowed this woman into my office?" Tony quickly stole a glance towards Samantha before his attention returned to me. "Sir, she's Samantha Harper. She has been here a couple of times with both you and Francine. I told her you were not in but she said she knew you wouldn't be long and would wait for you." "Tony listen to me very carefully, your future with this company could depend on your answer. Who signs your paycheck, me or her?" Tony went white, Samantha took a step forward and I shouted at her, "Stand fucking still!" Tony stood stock still white as a sheet then his shoulder slumped resigning himself to whatever consequences he will suffer from his lapse in judgment. I stared at Samantha letting all the anger, frustration and tension that have accumulated over the last many weeks pour out onto her. My mind railed against her intrusion at the worst possible time. Her lack of respect of her status and my boundaries finally pushed me over the edge. "Ms. Harper, I almost lost one of the two most precious people in my life. I do not have either the time or patience to deal with your attitude. You need to rethink your attitude and approach us appropriately. I will not hesitate to sever any relationship with you or your company despite what it will cost me. Do you understand?" Samantha turned white with shock. She was beginning to see how her actions have nearly destroyed any relationship with me and my family. The use of her formal name and the exclusion of her as part of my inner circle were not lost to her. "Mr. Willard. Please escort Miss Harper to the front security desk and book an appointment for her please." Samantha meekly allowed herself to be led out. All defiance and willfulness drained out from her. Mrs. Gillins only gave away her presence in the office when she quietly gave her instructions to Tony. He nodded to her and extended his hand to Samantha. She opened the door for Tony and Samantha then closing the door behind them. I looked into Samantha's lost eyes as the door shut severing our connection. Mrs. Gillins finally walked over the Frankie and gave her a hug and asked her if she was ok. She waited until Frankie nodded and tried to put on a smile before she let her go and turned to look at me. "Mr. McManus, you may own the company but, sadly, Miss O'Connell is still in convalescence and therefore cannot reign in your temper. Your attack on Mr. Willard was not necessary since it is Miss Harper you wished to punish. Go home Jack. I'm sure Miss Harper will no doubt turn up there so punish her there. Fortunately, you're.... lapse in manners will be viewed as stress you have both been under since Miss O'Connell's accident." Her words hit home. Everything she said was true so I could see no reason to disagree with her. Mrs. Gillins returned to the business of the corporation and informed me that the status of all the projects is in my email ready for review ... from home ... then she invited me to leave the premises. She nodded to us both and walked out of my office returning to her office and closing her door. All we could do was watch her leave. "Bet you won't fire her." "I'm not that brave. Come on lets go home. I hate to admit it but she is right." As we passed the security desk I shook Tony's hand apologizing for my outburst. Neither one of us could decide what we wanted for lunch so we grabbed a couple of pizzas on the way out of town. My intention was to catch up on some work and let Frankie relax for the rest of the day. All of which changed when we saw the rental parked in front of the cabin. Frankie quickly grabbed the pizza boxes and disappeared into to cabin. I watched Frankie in wonder. Is this the same young woman who kneeled beside the hot tub pleading with me to take her as my slave? She is truly blossoming into a precious lady. I see more and more of Shannon in her. She has the same innate ability to sense others needs and how to fulfill them. My attention returned to Sam. "What do you want Samantha?" I opened the door to let Sam in before entering. I saw Frankie disappearing into the kitchen. She came out, sans pizza, with bottles of water. She set out two at the kitchen table taking one with her to the sun deck ostensibly to sunbath but really to give Sam and me the necessary space. "Don't make me ask again Samantha." "Look, I know I deserved what you said earlier, but dad has kept me busy and there never seems to be enough hours in the day." "Tell me Samantha, have you kept your necklace on since I gave it to you?" Her hand instinctively touched her necklace as she nodded her head. I had the urge to drag her to the playroom and start her punishment immediately but I reined in my instincts to see how far she was going to go. "I've never refused any of you girls any access to each other and I know they gave you every opportunity to connect with them by trying to phone you to keep in touch and up to date with their gossip. I, in fact, encourage this access because you all need to feel connected to each other. Yet you barely return their calls." Samantha stiffened in the chair before looking down at her hands as her fingers interlocked and her knuckles went white. I watched as the slave and Samantha fought each other. I know there wasn't anything I could do for her until she said something. A great weariness and sadness came over me. It looked like I will lose one of my own. "Go home Samantha. Take your time and decide what to do with your life. There is nothing for you here." Her head shot up and looked at me. It was only then that I saw the slave and she was crying imploring me not to give up. "I am home." "No Samantha, this is where you rest your head. This is where you come, visit friends, and catch up before you go home. You've played at being a slave because it fills that void in you for a short while. At the core you are the CEO-in-training." She paused for a moment as she regrouped and tried again. "Ok, I will admit that I have got carried away with my status. My sister told me that may happen; I now understand why the girls wanted to keep in touch with me on the phone. I asked for the same status as my sister and you gave it to me willingly. It's only now I have seen that I have taken too much for granted." This is the first honest statement she's made in the cabin since we've been here. I held off from making any quips because I needed to teach her a lesson and it will also be a test for her. Her future with us is dependent upon her response. "Then I'm telling you to return to your folk's home. I have my reasons and they will become clear to you soon enough. Perhaps when you return I will get the truth from you because at the moment you're talking shit and disrespecting both me and the lifestyle you claim to want and need. So, get your ass off my seat and get out of our lives and wait for me to call you. Take this opportunity to figure out what the fuck is going on in your head." Frankie came in and stood by the door watching and waiting. It was clear to us both that Samantha wanted to say more, just as it must have been clear that I was becoming increasingly frustrated with her. "Can I at least stay tonight?" I just couldn't believe she wanted to negotiate an order. "Samantha, it's been clear by your actions for some time now that you haven't wanted to stay here or talk to the girls so why the insistence that you stay somewhere you haven't wanted to be for weeks? So, no, just go home and leave us in peace." Both girls looked at each other. Frankie walked up to Samantha and gave her a hug goodbye but said nothing. I remained seated since we had both said our piece. It was up to Samantha to get her head in order and I hope she would sooner rather than later. She stayed for a few minutes more and then she got up and left. The looks she gave me as she walked towards the door left me no doubt that she expected me to change my mind. I wearily said one last thing before she walked out the door, "Samantha, please leave your necklace before going." She froze then she reached for the clasp with trembling hands and removed the necklace and handed it to Frankie. She knew I was not going to back down. Frankie clutched the necklace to her chest and quietly cried as we watched the car speed away. Frankie turned to me to be held and whispered to me, "I keep losing my sisters. I can't take much more of this." "Frankie, you do know she will try to phone one of you?" I felt her head nod against me. "What do you wish me to say to her?" "Only tell her the truth relating to your sister but hold off on giving your opinion on anything else. She will either realize that she was never meant to be anything more than a pale shadow of her Father completely suppressing her slave self or she will learn to relinquish control of her slave within and begin to reconcile her two selves." Frankie pulled away from me to look into my eyes with concern. "You believe that my sister is that messed up?" I couldn't help but laugh before I held her tight to me once again. "What you see in Red is the finished product. Much of what's going on within Samantha happened to Red. I believe Red tried to warn her of this but Samantha did not believe she needed to reconcile her slave self and the business executive to be fulfilled. She believes that she can bring out the slave to play when she needs to unwind much like Red used to believe." "When you were a child your folks told you not to touch this because it was hot and it would burn you or you need to eat this because it's good for you. Those lessons in judgment we were taught lay the foundation we use to form our own opinions on what is good or bad for us. Red, in much the same way, tried to teach Samantha that anchoring her life to us all was the only way for her status to truly work. Your sister has ignored Red's lessons and now she is suffering the consequences." Frankie looked at me. I could still see she was confused until I reminded her that Red was the finished article. What Samantha saw in Red was a woman who is able to live in both worlds and thrive but not the work Red had to do to reach this point. She thought, in her arrogance, that she could attain the same balance without the work and ignored Red's lessons. \\\\\\\* The next few weeks we were busy with Frankie spent every waking moment with Red and I was occupied with the collaborative project with Montrose Industries. We ran into a number of issues that needed my and Rebecca's direct involvement. We hardly had time to see each other. I looked up one day and realized I had not spent any time with Frankie or seen Red. It was time I turned my attention to my girls. I called Mrs. Gillins to let her know I will be taking a few days off. I thought I heard her mutter "finally got a clue" before she hung up. I saw both girls sitting on the bed chatting and laughing as I came into Red's room. "How are my two girls doing?" Red squealed and jumped into my arms. "I am doing much better, Master. I've missed you but thank you for sending me Frankie. She has truly been a Godsend." Frankie gave me and Red a hug and said she needed to get some fresh air. Red and I visited all afternoon. I told her I needed to have Frankie with me for a couple of weeks as I was leaving. Red understood but looked a little down. I grasped her chin to look at me. "Listen, you will be coming home soon. Your homecoming celebration will be like no other we've ever experienced. Disney's got nothing on us. We love you and miss you." "I love you, too, Master. I can't wait to return home." We parted with a final hug and kiss. I lavished my attention on Frankie over the next few days. We went up to our lake to swim and sunbathe. We played in the playroom and she showed me how diligent she was in keeping the first law of a slave to our mutual satisfaction. We were in the hot tub when I hit her with it. As we talked I suspected she knew this conversation was coming. "You don't visit your folks as often as you should. You only do when I order you to do so." "I know. You're going to tell me to visit them now aren't you? I think what happened to my sister has made us both realize that we need to connect more with those we love, if anything it has made us realize how delicately balanced this life is. With your permission I would like to spend a week with them." I nodded my head in agreement. I held her a little tighter as we took solace in each other's embrace. "Why don't you call them and let them know you will be coming tomorrow?" The silence between us was expected with both of us too deep into our own thoughts to say much if anything. The words that came from Frankie just before we both got out of the hot tub made me smile, just a little. "Please my Master, can we go into the play room this evening? I wish to take you with me for my visit to my parents. I would treasure a bruise or two to remind me that I am but days away from returning to you." \\\\\\\* It had been three days since Frankie left to be with her folks. Marci called the first day ... sarcasm wasn't very attractive on her especially when she asked me to find out from my boss when he was going to steal her daughter away for a year again. The laugh she got in return didn't go according to her plan I don't think. As for me, I immersed myself in work and didn't come up for air until I found Mrs. Gillins in my chair glaring at me. "Do not take the tragic accident of Miss O'Connell to the extreme Jack. While she is convalescing you have Francine in your life and when Miss Harper finally pulls her head out of her ass you will have her as well. Until then take everything a day at a time, you are the head of this company and that alone allows you some latitude. But even that gets old eventually." I saw the look in her eyes and knew she wasn't about to move so I made myself comfortable for a long lecture. "Is this the same advice you got about your husband?" I immediately felt bad for the dig. There was sadness in her eyes, even after all these years. "Donny died in active service, Jack. All I have is a flag and his medals but I had my prince charming for awhile. You know I lost my son a couple years ago to cancer. Yes, I still mourn their loss but I do not blame my best friend for my tragedy. Miss Harper didn't cause the accident at the studio, Jack. She is simply struggling with herself. You need to help her not punish her because she wasn't there for you all." I looked down the corridor to see if anyone was near. Mrs. Gillins, knowing where this was leading, got up and shut my door. "How long have you known?" "About a year after I started working for you. Don't get me wrong I have no interest in your lifestyle. You keep it discreet and for that I'm happy to help cover for you on the few occasions you slip up. The device you had Marlon build being one of them. Miss Harper needs your help. A little patience and some sessions, in what I believe you call it a playroom, will work wonders for her." Mrs. Gillins smiled, nodded and left my office closing the door behind her. I called Samantha and she picked up on the first ring. End of Chapter Six
Beebe and Petey Ch. 08	8,886	4.66	1,270,209	[ "spankings", "romance", "lesbian", "anal" ]	"Kathy, will you marry me?" Chad was down on one knee holding up an open box with a diamond ring nestled inside. Dene had kept me upstairs on the pretense of helping her with her hair. That was pretty lame, so I knew something was afoot. I suspected Chad was setting up a way to "pop the question" but I didn't let on. We rounded the corner of the dining room to see both of our families standing around an overflowing table, grinning hugely as they watched us. Chad had been hidden by the wall until we stepped into the room "YES!!!!" I squealed, and jumped into his arms to kiss him as he stood back up. The families erupted in applause. It was a ruse, of course, since I had already popped the question once and Chad had popped it twice. I grinned remembering the last time I'd said yes--arms wrapped around Chad's neck and legs around his ass with his dick in my pussy. Still, he had surprised me with the ring, and our families were delighted. My folks loved Chad, his folks loved me and (although the parents weren't wise to it) our siblings were also our lovers. It was the best Thanksgiving dinner in the history of either family, I think. Our parents had been next-door neighbors for years in Corpus Christi. They had worked together at ARADMAC (short for Army Aeronautical Depot Maintenance Center.) Now, late in 1971, there had been a big personnel shuffle sending Dene and Chad's folks to work at AVSCOM--the Army's aviation command center in St Louis, and my folks to Sharp Army Depot in California. Having both families together again, especially with Chad and me getting engaged, put everyone in inexhaustible good spirits. Even Mom and Jan were hugging and laughing together. Finally the leftovers were all put away, dishes washed, and walks around the neighborhood completed. Jan and my parents had said goodnight and left for their hotel. Things were winding down. In the den, I sat in Chad's lap as another football game dragged on. Chad and his father were really into it, but if the team names hadn't flashed on the screen regularly, I wouldn't have remembered who was playing. Pretty soon, I kissed Chad goodnight as Dene and I excused ourselves to get ready for bed. We were sharing the double bed in Dene's room--the same bed we'd first made love on in Corpus Christi. Her mom kept apologizing that they couldn't offer me my own room. I had to bite my tongue to keep from saying how much I was looking forward to spending the night in Dene's bed, or more to the point, in Dene! I suspected the strap-on dildo she and Jan had been exercising was close at hand! I kept my night gown and robe close to the bed in case I had to become "public" at some point, but we hopped into bed completely naked and kissed hungrily. "So give--what's the deal with you and the paddle?" I said. "Don't you remember?" "I'm guessing a lot of things, but no--I'm clueless. Remember what?" "Did I not tell you? I was sure I did." "Well, tell me again and maybe it'll shake loose a memory." "It was my first orgasm!" "Whaaaat?" "My first orgasm, while Dad was paddling me." "Dene, I'd have remembered THAT! You never said a word!" "Damn. OK--here's the deal. We were 11, and I'd stayed at your house like an hour and a half after bedtime. (Not the first time, of course.) They finally had to call your folks to send me home. Dad was waiting at the door with that damned biff bat in his hand and I tried to run down to my room. He caught me by the arm and said trying to escape had just made it worse. I kicked him in the shin as hard as I could, which, as it turned out, wasn't one of my brightest ideas. The standard routine with the biff bat was five licks. If he was really mad, or we'd really done something bad, it was on the panties. He said: "Keep it up--we're at 5 for staying out late, five more for trying to run and five more for kicking me. You want more? Or shall we get going?" I told him I hated him and said 'just go ahead you son of a bitch' and he did. And of course he added 5 more for calling him a son of a bitch. He really laid into it, too, slowly, like he was winding up for each stroke. He usually gave all five whacks in less than 5 seconds, but now he was waiting at least five seconds between each one. It took forever! I was screaming and bawling and thrashing around. I was wearing those "nearly nude" panties, and they did absolutely nothing--I might as well not have had any on. Anyway, about lick 10 I felt my pussy getting wet, and about 15 I started cumming. I couldn't sit down for days, but damn! It was worth it!" "Chad said there was a time when you screwed up on purpose 'almost like you were asking for it' was what he said." "Yep! I'd do anything I could to piss them off just to get the paddle. I pushed it too far one time when I didn't wear panties. Dad pulled up my skirt, pulled it right back down and went for Mom. I had to tell her I'd crapped myself and threw them away. They must have caught on, or at least guessed, because after Mom paddled me they started grounding me instead of the paddle. Not nearly as much fun. Mom only gave five and didn't really lay it on." "I'll be damned! I didn't have a clue." "Sorry. I must have thought about telling you so often I fooled myself into thinking I really did." "So when Jan was paddling you, did you have to piss her off to get her to do it?" "Nah--Jan understood right away. She made me say how many and how hard--but she wouldn't even pretend to be mad at me. Usually, I'd have her stop just short of cumming and we'd really get it on." "How about us? Am I going to have to start beating your ass?" "Would you?" I dunno, Dene. I don't really like the idea of hitting you. And I really don't like the idea of marking up your gorgeous ass! Maybe sometime without family ears close by. What I'm more interested in right now is on the other side!" And with that, I pulled back the covers and slid down her belly and dived eagerly into her moist pussy. God--it hadn't even been a week since I ate her the last time, but it felt like I was coming home after being away a year! I heard her sigh contentedly and she spread her legs a little wider for me. Before long she rolled onto her side and we settled into a leisurely 69. The room echoed softly with the sounds of very wet lovemaking. Dene came first, burying her face in her pillow to muffle her orgasmic moans. She lay panting. I let her rest a bit, then patted her ass and said: "Hey! Quit your slacking!" Dene went straight for my clit and I went straight to the moon! That girl had my number! She could string me along for an hour right on the edge of an orgasm or blast me off in 30 seconds flat. I buried my face in the mattress and let out my own muffled screams as I clamped Dene's head between my thighs and bucked wildly. "Mmph! Kafeee--gib by heah bag!" (Which is how one says "Kathy--give me my head back!" when her face is clamped into a wet pussy by a runner's well-muscled thighs.) "Sorry" "Kath, one of these days you're gonna break my neck! Or smother me" "Sorry, sorry, sorry. I just have no control when you eat me like that, but please don't stop doing it. I'll try really hard to ease up." "No worries, lover." We both lay back, panting, until we recovered from the first round. "Dene, did you bring the strap-on?" "Oh, HELL yes! You want to wear it and use it on me? Or have me give it to you?" "I think maybe I'd like you to fuck me with it. How does it go on, anyway?" Dene retrieved the strap-on from a shoe bag her suitcase. Actually, the plastic dick was IN one of the tennis shoes in the shoe bag--the harness was wrapped tightly and stuffed into a shoe sack. I didn't realize they could be separated. Dene reassembled the dick into its leather holder and stepped into the harness. It took a little adjusting, but pretty soon Dene had a penis bobbing in front of her! It looked about the same size as Chad. I reached out and felt it. It was definitely bigger than the vibe I'd been using pre-Chad. We decided that since her springs squeaked, I'd bend over the footboard and take it doggy-style. "Hang on," Dene said, "I'll get some lube." "I'm still pretty wet, hon, don't think we'll need it." "Doesn't hurt to have some close by" she said, and retrieved a little tube of K-Y from her cosmetic case. "Ready?" "Pop it in, sweetie!" Dene eased the faux dick into my snatch. First sensation: Cold! Not frigid, but certainly not the same as Chad's nice warm dick. And it certainly wasn't skin! I had Dene keep it pressed all the way in while my body warmed it up. Second sensation: A little bigger and pokier. The plastic didn't give like Chad's dick did so if the angle didn't just exactly match my vagina, it wasn't very comfortable. We worked on that briefly--Dene knew just what I was talking about--and began some gently stroking. Third sensation: I loved Dene's thighs and abdomen bumping my ass and legs as she stroked in and out! I could feel her bush on my ass cheeks and felt my usual response--a very wet pussy! The strap on began to make slurpy gurgles. Dene's thighs make unmistakable slaps against my ass, too, and she had to ease off for fear of broadcasting our lovemaking through the house. I was hovering on another orgasm, but in spite of feeing her bush, I wasn't getting any closer from the strap on. "Dene, can you reach my clit?" I begged. "I think so, but let me add one more thing too." There was a pause, then I felt something warm on my asshole, followed by the tip of Dene's finger slipping in. She didn't run it in very far, just slid her finger in and out about to the first knuckle. At first, I lost ground on the orgasm—it slipped farther into the distance. But as I was about to ask her to stop, I felt my pussy clamp briefly on the dick and my belly quivered. Dene felt the signs. She used her opposite hand and reached my clit. That changed the angle of the strap on again, and not for the better, but BANG! As soon as her fingers found my love button I came anyway! It was all I could do to keep from making noise--nothing at hand to bury my face in this time! I felt my asshole rhythmically clamping on her finger while my pussy squeezed the shaft of the strap on. "Holy shit, Dene! My asshole?" I panted, as quietly as I could. "Was it OK? I'd never have guessed I'd go for that, but Jan gave me the same kind of surprise, and I liked it. I thought I'd risk it with you. If you didn't like it, I promise never to go there again." "I think I DID like it--I've just gotta work through feeling disgusted with myself now." "Well, I won't do it again unless you ask me to. Feel free to try it on me, but only if you want--that can be a challenge too. Listen, I've gotta hit the bathroom." Dene put on a robe and left the room. I lay back down on the bed and stretched out on my back--legs spread, arms over my head and my mind racing. I wanted two things at once--I wanted to spoon with Dene, feeling her tits and bush pressing into my back as we drifted off to sleep, and I wanted Chad in bed with me. I rolled onto my side. I heard the door open as Dene came back in and got into bed behind me. At least that's what I thought until Chad's arm came over my side and he kissed me on my cheek. "Dene and I swapped places in the bathroom," he whispered, "she's in my room for a while." "Ummm--good!" I murmurred. "Can you just spoon me for a while? Dene wore me out." "What were you guys up to? Or should I ask." "Our usual--at least for the first round. We made out and then had a great 69. Then she fucked me with that strap-on, though. And get this--she stuck her finger up my ass while I was about to cum! The strap-on was kind of fun, but we had to work at it to keep the angle right, and we couldn't really get into it because we were making noise. When the angle was wrong and it went crooked, it hurt. You didn't you hear anything, did you?" "I thought I heard the two of you going at it! But I was listening for it and my headboard is right on the other side of the wall. It wasn't very loud. I could hear your voices, but I couldn't hear what you were saying. I don't think it would have carried across the hall to Mom and Dad's room. How'd you like Dene probing your butthole?" "I'm still not sure. I mean, I started losing my mood for a while, but then my body decided it liked it, I guess, because I got hot again in a hurry. Dene probably felt it too, because it was right then she reached around and flicked my clit with her other hand and made me cum. I kind of like how my asshole squeezed her finger while my pussy was clamping down on that plastic dick." "I know the plastic dick liked it!" Chad teased. "It was a poor substitute, I'll tell you that. I'd have much rather had you in there." "Finger too?" "Well, maybe. I wouldn't be opposed to trying it again, especially after hearing Jan say she liked it up the ass. What do you think about it now? You want me to probe your prostate sometime?" "All that can be arranged! I'm at your service!" "Honestly, how about we just have a nice 69 for now, OK?" And we did! I took it slow on Chad, licking his glans, gently playing with his balls, rubbing the pre-cum around on my lips when it began flowing. I made a mental note to get my lips really well-coated and kiss him that way sometime. He went slowly with me too, with lots of gentle stroking and caresses. After about 15 miutes we accelerated and brought each other off within seconds of the same moment. As I felt his orgasm building, I ran a playful finger up his ass. He stiffened and paused just a beat, then buried his finger up my ass too and came in buckets. I swallowed a huge load of Chad's cum! After we panted our way back to normalcy, Chad came up behind me and we fell asleep spooning. "Kath! Chad! Kath! KATH! Wake up!" I opened one eye to find Dene leaning over us, tits swinging gently. "It's 4AM--better swap bedmates again! And Kath, probably better slip your nightgown on too." I barely recall pulling the gown on. I felt Chad leave the bed and Dene take his place. The next thing I knew, Dene's mom was tapping on the door, then opening it to call us for breakfast. Glad I had my gown on! Dene and I pulled on our robes and headed down to breakfast. "Hey, sleepyheads!" Chad greeted us. He had on his sweats and WAS sweating! "You missed a great run! Got in about 5 miles this morning!" "Ooof! That's just plain nuts!" Dene growled. "This is a holiday--you shouldn't be doing that crazy stuff!" "Breakfast is served!" Dene's mom called from the kitchen. We went in to a spread only a little less impressive than Thanksgiving dinner. She had made a breakfast casserole, fried up a bunch of bacon, had pitchers of milk, OJ, grape and V-8 juice out, coffee steaming in mugs at our places, English muffins, biscuits (the Bisquick kind, not the cardboard tube kind) a bowl of sausage gravy, homemade strawberry jam, and was taking a tray of cinnamon rolls out of the oven! "Mom, this is amazing! You must have been up all night!" Chad crowed. "Oh, only about 5 to get things started. I've snacked some already--you three dig in!" "Where's Dad?" Dene asked. "He ran down to the motel to pick up Jan and your folks, Kathy. They should be back soon. We'll eat in shifts, so go ahead and get started! (?!? Dad had a rental. How come---oh well.) We ate until we were as full as last night! Then, right on cue, Jan and my parents arrived with Dene's dad and took our places at the kitchen table. After breakfast, Chad's dad came into the den where I was chatting casually with Chad and Dene--remembering childhood adventures and misadventures. "So, kids, Kathy's dad was telling me about Eddie Vu teaching Chad Vietnamese. Eddie said Chad is pretty amazing. Chad, would you and Kathy want to run down to AVSCOM with me this afternoon? There's a guy I think you might enjoy meeting." So that afternoon found us on the 13th floor of the Mart building in downtown St. Louis, talking to yet another Army guy with Vietnamese heritage. Chad and the Vietnamese guy went into an office, and Chad's dad took me down to the 10th floor where he worked. It was pretty empty--most people had taken the Friday after Thanksgiving off. There really wasn't much to see--rows of grey metal government desks, rows of egg-crate florescent lights dropped from the ceiling. Small offices appeared periodically up against outside walls, one of which was his as Section Chief. He introduced me to his staff as "my future daughter-in-law" which brought a lot of smiles--mine included. We sat in his office and closed the door. "So have you two talked about a date?" "We're still talking, but even if he really is deployed to Vietnam, we'll probably wait until he comes back. It's a hard question." "Well, you know that Mom and I will support anything the two of you decide--your folks too." "I know--I'm really lucky. I already know my in-laws will be fabulous. (He smiled.) So what's going on upstairs? Who is that guy with Chad?" "He's Army Intelligence, but don't ever, and I do mean EVER, repeat that. As for what's going on, I'm not sure. I'm guessing that Chad will be told in no uncertain terms not to repeat anything they let him in on, and that they won't actually tell him anything sensitive. I'm also guessing that they're checking out what Eddie Vu said about his ability with languages to see if they want to shift his AIT to some spook kind of deal." "Kathy, if they suck him into intelligence, it may be smart what you said about waiting until he's out. A wife can be a dangerous leverage in that line of work. And you should probably work out a way to communicate past censors." "Chad said the same thing about censors--but not about Army Intelligence, just in general. We haven't done it yet, but it needs to be pretty foolproof to accommodate Chad's spelling." This visit was beginning to worry me. I had pushed Chad ahead on the languages, and now I worried that I might have launched him into something even more dangerous than the infantry. My imagination was running full speed. Would he be skulking around behind enemy lines, spying on conversations? Would I be able to get messages to him at all? Would his dyslexia get in the way and get him or someone else killed? Chad's dad watched me quietly for a while, then reached out and laid a hand on my shoulder. "Honey, don't let your imagination run away with you." (How'd he know it was! Guess I'm pretty transparent.) "My guess is that they'll groom Chad to be a 'verifier'. That's a guy who's not supposed to be skilled in language but can listen in on official translations and blow the whistle on a translator that hides or distorts what was being said. It's not usually something that happens on the front lines. It happens in interrogation centers or in meetings with South Vietnamese army guys. Anyway, we don't even know yet if they're going to steer him in that direction. We just need to wait and see." Eventually, Chad was brought to his dad's office and we headed home. Chad said they had him talk with a Cambodian woman and a Vietnamese guy, but they didn't give any clue about why they did that, or what they planned to do. Friday afternoon. The three of us had two nights left before another long separation. We decided to leave the families and head out on our own for dinner and a movie, warning them not to wait up for us. Dinner we had! The movie--well, we skipped the movie. There was a motel on Lindbergh near the airport that advertised waterbeds. Waterbeds were all the rage in Playboy, and we decided to give it a whirl. Between the 3 of us, we had enough cash, and Chad's military ID even got us a discount! We had fun bouncing around and riding each other's waves for a bit before we got down to being horny. Chad discovered a deck of cards in the bedside table and we decided to warm up with some strip poker. We might as well have played "high card" because we decided no one could fold, but dealing 5 card draw let the suspense build. I suggested that the winner of each hand would remove one article of clothing from the lowest hand, then give them a kiss to thank them for being a gracious loser. "Are you two still OK with playing naked together?" I asked. They looked at each other. "We don't want to fuck anymore, Kath. We liked it while we were hot and turned on, but after we came, it just felt too weird." Dene said. "I don't mind giving you a kiss, though, Bebe, or seeing you stripped naked when Petey and I get all the good hands!" "I'm going to thoroughly enjoy taking your panties, Sis, and watching you two hot babes frolic in the nude while I still have all my clothes!" "OK! Game's on then!" I declared. "Deuces wild, 3 card limit on the draw." I dealt myself two pairs, jacks and kings, with a 3 on the side. I pitched the trey and drew one card--a deuce! Full house! It didn't seem quite like poker without the betting, but it was fun none-the-less, especially holding a full house! When we laid down the cards, though, I had the low hand!! Crap! Dene had a flush and Chad had a full house with aces over. Dene smiled and made her way across the wavy bed to remove my crocheted vest and give me a kiss. Chad's deal--after the draw, I had the low hand AGAIN! No one had anything spectacular this time. Dene won with a pair of 8s and Chad's high card 10 beat my miserable collection of nothing. Dene took a shoe and gave me another kiss, longer and deeper this time. I lost 4 more hands in a row and was down to my panties before things turned around. Chad had claimed my bra on the most recent hand and planted his kiss on my tits instead of my lips which was just FINE with me. I could still feel the wetness on my puckered nipples. It was my deal again and I decided wild cards had been doing me in. Each time I thought I might win, one of the sex sibs came up with enough wild cards to beat the crap of a good hand. I called "NO DAMN TRUMPS" this time, and dealt out the cards. I dealt myself a king-high flush and stood pat. Chad and Dene each drew three. THIS time, my hand stood up! I claimed Chad's slacks, pulling them off over his shoes, and cupped his balls in my hand as I collected my kiss. Dene dealt next and I won that one too! Two pairs, 9s and 7s, but it beat Chad's pair of queens and Dene's jack-high. Dene's slacks came off first too, and I slid my hand in her panties as I laid her back on the waterbed to kiss her deeply. I shuddered as my hand and forearm nestled in her bush. I felt her pussy get wet. Mine too. Hot and fully horny now, I proposed a change in the rules: Winner collects two articles from EACH low hand. If there aren't enough pieces of clothing, then 30-second favors named by the winner. To my surprise, they went for it! I'd half-expected to see them throw the cards away and just strip off! I won again!! I collected boxers, panties, a shirt and a blouse. That left Dene in her bra, socks and shoes, and Chad in his undershirt, socks, shoes and a great hardon. Dene won the next one and collected my panties and Chad's shoes. "And I believe I get to name a 'favor' from you, Kath, right?" Dene purred. "Your wish is my command, oh master," I replied. "Then spank my ass, one smack every 5 seconds, as hard as you can." My eyes widened. "No shit, Dene?" "No, I won't shit," she teased, "At least I don't think you can smack me that hard with just your hand!" "You're sure?" "I'm sure! Lay on, McPetey!" and Dene leaned over the edge of the bed with her ass in the air. I stood beside the bed and have her ass a loud smack. "That can't be your best effort. Try again. Start over." I gave it everything I had and it knocked her forward a few inches. "THERE you go hon. Five more of those. And if I cum don't stop. Just keep going until I get them all!" I alternated cheeks and gave her the best I had in me. My hand was stinging! I couldn't quite see why she liked this, but clearly she did. She drew a sharp breath and trembled with each blow. She didn't cum, but she was as horny as I've ever seen Dene. That, by the way, is saying something! "Fuck the rest of the poker game! C'mere, Petey, eat me! Chad--fuck her like you did at the beach--slam her so hard you knock her face into my pussy!" Dene rolled to her back and I dived in. My pussy had already gotten moist from sticking my hand down Dene's panties, and when my face hit her bush I got sopping wet in a hurry. I felt a drop of pussy juice roll down my inner thigh before Chad could even get his fingers to me. "Wow! You're ready to go!" Chad exclaimed as his fingers found my slit. The fingers were immediately replaced by his dick and he rammed it home with authority. The water bed, as it turned out, was wildly different from the beach. In some ways, it was more work. This was before the days when water beds had channels and compartments and wave-damping fillers. It was hard for Chad to get good purchase on the mattress to fuck me as hard as he did on the beach. On the other hand, Dene and I were riding rolling waves that alternately pushed my face deeper in her snatch and pulled us apart. It didn't take long for Dene to cum, but I showed no mercy. I kept tonguing her hole, sucking her clit, biting her vulva, fingering her vag and in a moment of abandon when I could tell she was on her way to another orgasm, I ran a pussy-slicked finger up her ass. That brought a loud moan, a "YESSSS" through gritted teeth and an orgasm that nearly pinched my finger off! That must have done it for Chad too, because while Dene was grunting through her orgasm, Chad began echoing her behind me! "Ngh," BAM! "Ngh," BAM, "Ngh," BAM! Somewhere he found leverage and each orgasmic thrust rocked me forward hard into Dene's crotch. Finally, Chad slowed and pulled out, patting my ass. I felt hot wet juices sliding down both thighs. "Did you cum, hon?" Chad asked. "I couldn't tell." "Not yet, lover. You two rest a minute, then draw a card to see who finishes me off." Dene responded: "I say fuck the cards. In fact, I already said that, so I repeat: Fuck the cards! We'll tag team you. Just as soon as I'm not panting." "Good plan, Sis. Two minutes," said Chad. I rolled off Dene's cunt and onto my back, arms and legs spread. My right arm ended up across Dene's chest and I grabbed a tit. "What do you think, brother, 1 minute shifts at her pussy, and sucking her tits in the off moments?" "I'm going in!" Chad said gleefully. "Hey, save some of your load for me!" Dene cried as she bounced over to my chest and began playing. "Oooo--Chad. That's niiiice. If you can, though, try not to rub my clit with your nose--I'm afraid Dene won't get a turn before I cum!" Chad's response was to move up and suck my clit into his lips and flick it with the tip of his tongue. I screamed and came like a ton of fireworks! "Who said you only get one orgasm?" Chad said as he scraped me off the ceiling. "Your turn, Sis!" "Oh, Hell yes!" said Dene as they traded places. It took longer for my next one. They gave up on shifts and Dene worked me over for a half-hour, bringing me almost to an orgasm, then backing off dozens of times. Finally, I pulled Chad's hungry lips off my chest and panted: "Gimme your dick!" I rolled his balls in my hand and milked his cock until a little, clear drop of pre-cum appeared. The sight of it brought me right up to the peak. As that silky drop hung on the end of his dick, I slowly raised my lips to it and licked. The instant my tongue collected that beautiful, shimmering drop, I came again. I lost track of time while my entire body bucked and twisted. As I gradually became aware of my surroundings again, I heard a muffled cry coming from between my legs. Oops. I released Dene's head. "Dammit, lover! You're gonna kill me one of these days!" "I would just HATE that! Who'd I train to eat me even half as good as you!" "Hey!" Chad complained. "You sayin' my sister eats your pussy better than me?" "Of course I do!" Dene grinned. "Nobody can eat pussy like a girl does, and I'm better than most girls!" "I'll need to collect more data!" I teased, "I'd hate to rush into a decision for fear of being incorrect! You both better eat me some more. I think I'll be ready to decide after, oh, 50 more times each." "Don't get greedy, now," said Dene, "or I'll have to punish you!" "I don't think so, Dene, and don't even start down that road. I might let you smack my ass, LIGHTLY, to see what you're going on about, but let's not get into wacky role-play. I'm not going to "punish" you and don't think even for a minute you're going to turn me on with discipline. I didn't have the same introduction you did and I guarantee 'punishment' will be a turn-off." "Uh-oh. That was just a tease, lover. I'm hoping that if you try it you'll like the ass-smacking as much as I do, but I was only trying to joke our way into giving it a shot. I don't ever want to dominate you, and that wasn't what it was about when I had you spank me just now. There's just something about the way my ass stings that sends me to the moon! Jan says it's not all that uncommon. If you want to try it sometime, say the word. I promise, you'll be in control of how many and how hard." "I've gotta admit, I liked watching," Chad added. "There's something satisfying about seeing your pest of a little sister get her butt lit up--I guess I'm not done being a brother--but there was something really erotic about it too. You were clearly into it, Dene. And I'm way past feeling weird about seeing you naked, so watching those spectacular tits hanging down and swinging around when Petey laid into you was a huge turn-on." "Okay, okay! Spank my ass!" I said with an air of resignation, certain that it would do nothing but wipe out the nice underlying horniness I was feeling. In fact, I could feel it slipping away already. "Start light and get harder gradually. I'll tell you when to stop with the force, and when to stop with the smacks." "There you go hon! Just give it a chance. If this doesn't do anything for you, we'll stop and never look back, but at least we'll know." "I don't think my tits are going to give you the same show as Dene's, BeeBe. Sorry." "Hey, don't do that! I love your tits! Don't ever apologize for perfection!" I just raised an eyebrow. He was probably being sincere, but I've nursed an inferiority complex over my itty-bittys for so long it's never far from my thinking. "Where do you want me?" I asked. "Let's have you over Chad's lap," Dene suggested. "In fact, let's have him do the spanking." "I dunno, Sis. Hurting Kath is the very last thing in the world I want to do." "Me too, but let's let Kathy be the judge of that, OK? What we're after here is to turn her on, and if we discover a new way to do that it's gonna be good for all three of us, right?" "You OK with this?" Chad asked me. "Lying across your naked thighs with your dick poking my ribs while you play with my ass? Now let me think--well YES! In fact I am OK with that!" I pushed him into a sitting position on the edge of the bed and plopped down across his lap. "I have one more suggestion," Dene said. "Let Chad start patting your ass lightly. Not spanks yet, just pats. We'll have him keep up a nice steady rhythm until you ask for more intensity. Then just a little bit harder. Keep up a steady rhythm--you call for firmer strokes if you want them." "Or just say stop," she added, stooping to look directly in my eyes. "OK?" I drew a breath. "Lay on, McBeBe," I said, a little tentatively. Chad didn't start with the pats right away. He stroked up and down my back, down my ass to my thighs and then back up. He lightly squeezed my butt cheeks and tickled my ass cleavage. When he started the pats, he used both hands-softly playing my butt like a set of bongos. I had to admit it felt pretty good. "Kick it up a little, honey." The pats began to sting just a little. With the stinging, I felt my pussy tingle. Damn! Maybe Dene was onto something. I squirmed a little and Chad stopped, alarmed. "Just getting comfortable, baby. Keep on going." The strokes resumed. "Your ass is turning red, babe," Chad said. "I can believe it! And damned if my pussy isn't getting juicy again!" The stinging began to feel kind of normal. "Ramp it up a little more, Babe," I said to Chad. The next swat was serious and I yelped. "Oh God, I'm so sorry!" Chad stopped and gently stroked my ass. "Grrrrr," I growled,"--give me about a dozen more just like that! Slowly." "Are you sure?" "Absolutely!" Dene came around in front of me and stepped in close. Her furry belly was at face level. I rubbed my cheek against it and hugged her around her hips as Chad began the last dozen. Dene's bush has always been a fetish for me. The sight and feel of it never fails to get me wet from a standing start, or add height and intensity to my orgasms if we're already going at it. I grabbed her ass with both hands as Chad laid on number six. My orgasm started with number 7 and lasted until he was done. I probably had a bunch of them, but they rolled in one after the other and it was impossible to tell if it was one long one or multiples strung together. Oddly, I was only vaguely aware of the stinging swats as they landed after my orgasm(s) began! I rolled over and curled up in Chad's arms, still panting. There was a loud knock on the door. What the Hell?!? "Get in the bathroom," Chad hissed, grabbing his pants. "Yes?" he said through the closed door. "We're getting complaints about noise. I'm going to have to ask you to leave, or I'll call the police." "I'm so sorry--we were, um, well it's just that we were just married and, um, well--you know?" "Swell for you. But you've got 15 minutes to pack up and leave," shouted the coarse voice behind the door. "Damned kids!" I could tell Chad was pissed and about to argue. "Honey--it's OK! We need to leave anyway. Let's just gather up our stuff and head back." "If we're gonna fight, let's pick a different one, BeBe," Dene added, "take a breath." Chad wasn't happy with the motel asshole, and he wasn't thrilled with Dene and me either, but he stomped back into the room and started gathering his clothes. Dene and I were back into ours in under a minute and we headed out the door together. Asshole was standing out in the parking lot, arms folded, but from our left, applause started! We looked and the next two rooms down had their doors open and 4 young couples were standing outside in their robes cheering us and giving us a thumbs-up. The guys all looked military, and not like new recruits. Looking at Chad's haircut, one guy called: "Give 'em hell, soldier!" We glanced right and saw a wrinkled face disappear as the curtain whisked shut. The complainer. Asshole stepped forward to say something to us, but our neighbor yelled at him, striding forward until he was inches from Asshole--"Hey you fucking douche bag! There's a whole fucking wing of fucking jarheads camped out here--you fuck with this soldier anymore and you'll be pulling pieces of your goddammed sleazebag motel out your asshole till you die! The only good news will be that you won't last till morning!" And then to us, gently: "Hey soldier--here's a refund. You stay safe. We'll get reimbursed from asshole here after you're gone." He shoved a $50 in Chad's hand and clasped his shoulder. "Fuck 'em all while you're here, son, cuz there ain't nothing worth sticking your dick in where you're headed." Asshole reconsidered whatever it was he was about to say to us. Chad faced the Marine. "From an Army puke you know this is hard to say, but Semper Fi, friend, and thanks." "Semper Fi," came the reply, "Good luck and Godspeed buddy." Their girlfriends came to give Dene and me hugs. "You two keep on fuckin' him till he leaves, honey, OK? Every chance you get till he leaves. It'll be a long stretch after that till he gets R&R." As we drove away, we saw 4 very large, grizzled Marines gathered around Asshole. I suspected they were discussing the finer points of military service in hostile territory. We rolled in at Chad and Dene's house about 2AM. To be continued--
100% Pure Sex Ch. 01	230,882	4.61	944,761	[ "seduction", "swinger", "seduce", "swinging", "2 couples", "partner swapping", "temptation", "open marriage" ]	Sun, sex and seduction on the French Riviera Susan sat where the gentle waves could lap at her feet. It was warm enough in the sun, but she didn't like swimming unless it was really hot. Like tomorrow was forecast to be. She was content enough to sit and look out over the waters and marvel at the colour of the Mediterranean. She heard soft footsteps on the sand approaching her from behind and she was aware of her heartbeat quickening. The dark, muscular body that sat down close beside her was not her husband. A quick glance over her shoulder confirmed that Matt was 20 metres or so behind her, further up the beach. He appeared to be re-reading his screenplay as usual. Clara was lying topless face-down on a towel next to him. Susan turned quickly back to scan the horizon in front of her. "C'est incroyable!" Julien almost whispered as he took his place beside Susan. She didn't look at him. Her pulse leaped again. She was nervous, excited, and embarrassed all rolled up together. Just the fact of being topless in public had taken her out of her comfort zone from the start. Susan kept telling herself that it was all perfectly normal in France. Although no-one would have thought any worse of her if she hadn't followed Clara's lead in effortlessly stripping down to her bikini bottoms. Susan considered her breasts to be one of her best assets. Matt had told her so often enough over the years to reinforce that. They were round and luscious and desirable - and Susan knew it. And, deep down, she wanted to show them off to Julien too. After 18 years of marriage, Matt's physical attentions had been gradually dwindling. Not his love for her, mind you. That remained as strong as ever. But now, suddenly - surprisingly perhaps - they seemed to be on the verge of both getting what they wanted from this trip: Matt the chance to spruik his script to a big name director, Susan to get a little sizzle back into her life. And it was all thanks to a fortuitous meeting with Julien and Clara 2 nights ago. What was that old saying? "Be careful what you pray for!" \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Julien eased his body down onto the hard sand beside Susan. He knew that she didn't know much French, but it didn't take a genius to figure out what "C'est incredible" meant. Nor to understand just what he was referring to! All day Julien had taken whatever chance he could to compliment her, and yet always in a way that could possibly be construed as something else. Even now: if challenged he could simply say he was referring to the stunning view of the ocean. Susan kept looking out across the sea. "Thank you," she said softly to him. Julien was sure that she had understood the implication of his comments. Thus far she had always seemed to take him at his literal words, but now a smile played at the corners of her lips. This was the first time she had acknowledged that his comment had really been about her. He smiled inwardly. This was starting off very promisingly indeed. It seemed like Clara was going to be right. Again. His wife seemed to have a gut instinct about people. Julien had witnessed the fruits this had borne many times now and knew better than to question her judgment in such matters. There was no way he would have picked these two for instance. An average suppressed English couple he had taken them for, so he was surprised to find Clara inviting them to back to their villa for several days after meeting them on the TGV from Paris to Avignon. There was no doubt that Susan was beautiful. And there were signs she was beginning to thaw out already. Probably overlooked and ignored by a husband obsessed with his precious script. The sort of situation Julien was only too experienced in exploiting. Clara would have the tougher challenge for sure, wresting Matt's attention away from his pet project. Although there was no doubt that Clara had the wiles - and the assets - to do it. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Clara smiled as her husband went over to sit next to Susan. She had high hopes for this couple. There would be a fair bit of resistance to break through first, but in instances like this a small crack might be all that was needed. Clara had seen several times before how tiny fissures in long-held defenses could open up dramatically, leading to a powerful explosion of pent-up passion. This was exactly what she was hoping for here. Susan and Matt - strict moral code the both of them; the explosive release would be all the sweeter. So much more intense and satisfying than breaking in virgins, she thought to herself. Virgins were almost always too timid and unsure of themselves in bed. These two, however, had had years of experience - although admittedly only with each other. Susan was the more attractive of the two really. At 41 she was the same age as Clara, and both of them would easily be mistaken for at least a decade younger. Matt was a little on the paunchy side, and certainly couldn't match the ruggedly handsome physique of her own husband. Hopefully this would encourage a few naughty thoughts from Susan! Clara had witnessed many times just how many women lusted after such a body as Julien had. But Clara didn't begrudge her side of the deal at all. Physically Matt was a bit flabbier than she would have preferred, but this was of secondary importance. No, what mattered most of all was that he was clearly a man of action, a man of passion and creativity. He would be dynamite, Clara was sure....if only she could supply the flame! She looked over her shoulder. Julien and Susan were sitting near the waters edge - so close together they were almost touching. Beside her, sitting in a low beach chair, for all the world blind to this and to Clara's own semi-naked form, Matt was thumbing through his well-worn screenplay. She sighed. Perhaps she should have worn the G-string bikini bottoms after all. But no, she didn't want to excite any strong jealousy from Susan too early. Clara decided she needed to do something to step things up a notch, jealousy or not. Susan seemed rather occupied right now though. With any luck she might not even notice. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Matt was in a state of suppressed excitement because of the woman next to him on the beach. She was undeniably gorgeous and sexy, but it was the fact that she was possibly going to affect a personal introduction to several international film producers that was setting him on edge. So much so that he had even brought his scripts down to the beach with him. He was oblivious to his wife and Julien moving off to sit at the waters edge. Clara's voice sexy French voice intruded on his thoughts. "Could you do me a favour, Matt?" As he looked over she pushed herself up and reached over into her bag for something, her breasts on clear display. Matt certainly didn't mind that sort of an interruption to his work! Clara brought forth a bottle of sunscreen. "Would be so kind as to put some on my back?" she said softly. Matt was secretly thrilled to be allowed some direct skin contact with his beautiful hostess. He briefly wondered if perhaps her husband should be doing it though. It was then he noticed that Julien seemed rather occupied with Susan. Matt felt a slight pull of jealousy, but he also felt a strong trust in his wife's fidelity. Anyway, he couldn't really be jealous of her when he was about to be rubbing lotion on another woman's back! He set to work applying the sunscreen as Clara settled back down on her towel. Her brown skin was warm from several minutes in the sun. He made sure he took his time rubbing the cream in well. He was aware of a stirring his his loins as he felt her supple back and noticed the swell of her breasts out to either side of her. Boldly he rubbed the cream down her sides too, ever so slightly involving the sides of her breasts too. Clara was smiling as she sat up suddenly. "I'd ask you to do my front too, but perhaps not in present company," she said with a wink. Matt hurriedly lay down on his towel whilst she applied sunscreen liberally to her own breasts. He picked up his scripts again, but this time his thoughts were drifting. Just what was she implying by that? It sounded like she wanted him to rub her chest with the cream, and that if circumstances were different she would have. Could she really mean that? And if so, would he have done it? He was pretty sure Susan wouldn't approve of such a thing - but would that have been enough to turn down such an invitation? Matt was pretty sure he would not have been able to resist such an offer. He could always claim that there was nothing sexual in it. Although the tenting of his pants as he imagined such a scenario begged to differ. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* "Would you like to borrow a dress for this evening, Susan?" Clara was pouring some chilled water from the fridge. The two women had replaced their bikini tops for the walk back to the villa, and Susan couldn't help noticing with annoyance how obvious Clara's nipples were through the fabric, hardening with the cool inside air. She wished now she herself hadn't put a t-shirt on over her own bikini. Susan smiled at Clara though. "Are we really going out?" "Monte Carlo is just up the road," Clara replied, handing around the drinks. "Oooh," Susan said. She looked over to her husband who had possibly been staring at Clara's chest too. "Can we afford it?" Julien spoke before Matt had a chance to reply. "This will be our - how do you say in English 'call'?" "Shout", Matt corrected. "Really, I insist that we will shout you dinner tonight. It's only fair. I mean you're giving us free accommodation for several nights." "Plus you're taking us out sailing tomorrow," Susan joined in. Julien's eyes sparkled. "I hadn't forgotten, ma cherie." Clara finished her drink. "Well perhaps you boys can stock up on food for tomorrow, whilst we ladies attend to our evening wear. Madam?" she turned to Clara and held out her hand. Susan laughed, took the hand that was offered her, and was led away. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Julien had tossed up in his mind whether to sit beside Susan at dinner, or opposite her. He chose the latter, opting to gaze at her beautiful figure as much as possible. Clara had convinced her to wear a white satin backless dress with a fairly plunging neckline to match. He approved of the choice very much. A jazz band began to play as they were waiting for their desserts. Several couples left their tables to dance in a small area beside the band. Julien turned to his wife sitting beside him. "Care for a dance?" "Not in these heels. I'll do myself an injury." He looked across at Matt who was seated diagonally opposite. "May I be so bold as to ask to borrow your wife for a dance?" Matt shrugged and looked at Susan. "Sure - I'm not much of a dancer, but Susan loves it." Julien took Susan's hand and led her into some clear space. He led her through some moves and was pleased to find her keeping up easily. "You move your body well," he complimented. He noticed Susan blush and quickly added, "I mean you dance very good." "Oh, I haven't danced for years. Though I did do lessons at school." Julien kept his body close, but not too close. By the third song his hands had crept into contact with the naked skin of her back. He could feel her body tremble as they swayed together to the slower music. He felt his own pulse quicken. The close proximity of this gorgeous woman was having it's effect on him down below too. Gradually he maneuvered his body even closer to Susan's. He wanted her to feel for herself the effect she was having on him. He heard a soft gasp, a rapid intake of breath, and knew she could feel his erection gently pressing into her. Julien being taller than she it was pressing just above her pubic bone. He felt her body stiffen and prayed she wouldn't run from the dance floor. He kept up a gentle rhythmic swaying to the music and gradually Susan relaxed again. Julien breathed a sigh of relief. The song ended, but another slow tempo song replaced it. Susan made no move to distance herself from his body. In fact, after a few more minutes she rested her head against his chest. Julien smiled to himself, and wondered whether it was too soon to move his hands a bit lower. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Matt finished his glass of Cote du Rhone and looked across at the glamorous beauty across the table. He sat with his back to the band and the small dance-floor. He saw Clara's eyes flick over his shoulder and then back. "You don't mind my husband dancing with your wife, do you?" Matt smiled and didn't even deign to look himself. "I'm not really the jealous type," he declared confidently. Clara smiled too. "Neither am I." The fingers of her left hand played with the stem of her wine glass. "I couldn't possibly be married to Julien if I was." "Oh?" Matt arched an eyebrow inquiringly. "Well, there are so many other women...". She left the comment to hang in the air between them. Matt couldn't resist discovering what she meant by that. "Which means what, exactly?" "We are an open couple." She emphasized the word "open" to make an obvious point. "He is free to pursue his pleasure with whomever he wants." She paused for effect, and then Matt felt her leg press into his own under the table. "And so am I," she purred. Matt felt a thrill of nervous tension charge through his body. His heart rate jumped. He felt the surge of his erection in the tightness of his pants. His mouth was suddenly dry and his mind swirled with thoughts, wondering where this conversation was headed. He made no effort to pull his leg away from her touch though. "You both...take other partners?" Matt blurted out. He own voice sounded slightly raw to his ears. He quickly poured himself some water. "As our desires dictate," she replied cooly watching him. Matt swallowed half a glass at a single gulp. He leg remained pressed against his own. "How long have you been together?" "We've been married 12 years." "I can't imagine how that can work." Clara smiled. Her leg was gently rubbing against his now. "It's actually quite simple. There's love, and there's sex. We don't pretend that they are both the same thing like most other couples do." Matt tried to consider the logic of this, though her flirtatious behaviour under the table was messing with his mind. "You can't say you or Susan have never had a crush on someone else, or a secret fantasy? No-one is as innocent as all that! Eventually all couples will be unfaithful to each other - even if it's just in their own minds. But that doesn't necessarily spell the end of that relationship, does it? Julien and I just put our boundaries a bit further out, that's all." "I'm sure it's not as simple as all that." Clara laughed and shook her head. "I assure you that it is. We find it's healthier for us to act on our desires rather than secretly bottle them up." Clara's leg continued to rub gently but insistently against his own. "Julien and I love each other passionately - you've seen that, surely?" Matt nodded. "But if you love each other, why not stay faithful to each other?" "But that's just the point - we're not being unfaithful. It can't be cheating if we both agree to it, can it?" Matt's bulging erection was making it hard for him to think. There seemed to be no logical rebuttal to such an argument! Clara put a hand on his thigh underneath the table, making him jump slightly. "With Julien it's love, but with the others it's only sex. 100% pure sex." Matt seemed rooted to the spot, speechless. Clara smiled. "Just relax. Let pleasure come where it will." She motioned her head in the direction of the dance-floor behind him. "See? It's not too hard to do." Matt turned in his seat. His wife was was facing away from, her arms around Julien as they swayed slowly to the music. Julien's face was slightly turned away from them, so Matt couldn't see his expression. What he could see clearly though, was that both of his hands were cupping Susan's ass! \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* The valet brought the BMW M6 to the small group waiting on the curb. Susan half-dreaded yet half-wanted to be seated next to Julien for the drive home. She wasn't given an option though, as Clara directed her and Matt to sit in the back while she quickly hopped into the passenger seat beside her husband. Perhaps she's jealous after all. Susan wondered for the first time whether Clara might have seen Julien fondling her ass. As they threaded their way through Monaco back up to the motorway, Susan was silent as the others chatted happily. She was re-living her dance with Julien - his hands wandering teasingly down her bare back to her ass, his manhood pressing into her from the front. Prior to leaving, Susan had to make a quick trip to the toilet in order to clean up her sopping cunt. It was all a bit in vain though; she suspected she was just as wet again right now! Susan now noticed Clara's arm was reaching across to Julien. She made as if she were adjusting her position in her seat, but really took a quick look over at the drivers seat. Clara's hand was rubbing a large bulge in Julien's crotch. Two can play at that game! Susan thought. She reached over and put her hand in Matt's lap, cupping his dick. He looked at her in surprise. He gave a nod of his head in the direction of Clara, as if to say "She will see you if she just turns around our way". Susan ignored this. She just smiled, turned her head to look out her window and kept on massaging the now stiffening lump in Matt's lap. If only he realised that Clara was doing exactly the same thing to her own husband! \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Julien felt his wife's hand sneak into his lap. When they were alone in the car, and even sometimes when they weren't, Julien would unzip his fly to allow Clara free access to his swollen cock. He debated for a few moments whether or not to unzip now, but decided not to. He didn't want to freak Susan and Matt out at this juncture. He found the motorway, and accelerated as his wife continued her loving. He thought back over the evening as Clara both pleasured and tortured him with the same movements. Susan's dress had allowed so much access at the back that it was almost impossible not to touch her naked skin whilst dancing with her. He had felt her body tremble at his initial contact. He had noted the soft intake of her breath as he pressed close to her, letting her feel his arousal. And he had detected a small moan as his hands, after several drawn out minutes of slowly slipping further and further down her back, finally cupped her ass cheeks. At each of these points he had half expected Susan to step back or disengage or return to the table where her husband was. But she had done none of these things, and it was only the band taking a break that had brought that sensuous encounter to a close. Julien felt quite encouraged and emboldened. He had known from the start that she would be a hard one to crack. Tonight's experience made him much more hopeful of a successful seduction! His desire for her was intense, and Clara rubbing his dick wasn't helping him stay very calm! Thankfully it was only a short trip home. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Clara rubbed her husband's erection through his trousers as he drove. She too longed to get it right out and pump that tall, thick phallus as it stood to it's full height - proud and free. She also resisted the urge. A subtle movement behind her caught her attention. She turned her head slightly and glanced surreptitiously over her shoulder. Susan's hand was in Matt's lap, stroking him the same way she was doing with Julien. She gave his cock two quick squeezes in succession. Julien looked over to her, an unspoken question in his expression. Clara gave a tiny nod of her head backwards in the direction of the passenger seat. Julien didn't bother to try to look for himself, but a smile lit up his features. Clara smiled too. This was all very promising indeed. The conversation had dropped away as the car sped along the motorway, so Clara turned on the radio, found some late night funk, and then continued her loving ministrations... \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* The four of them tumbled out of the car and into the foyer of the grand home. Susan noticed both men were bulging at the groin. "Nightcap anyone?" Clara offered, though without a lot of enthusiasm. Matt shook his head. "I'm too tired." He looked over to Susan. "What about you, darling?" Susan's pent-up desire was raging. She was desperate to get upstairs to the bedroom for a massive fuck session. She tried not to seem too keen in front of their hosts however. She answered Clara. "Maybe tomorrow night. I think we need to get to bed." She wondered if she detected an attempt by both Clara and Julien to hide their sniggers. She didn't really care at this point. We'll be gone in another couple of days anyway. We'll never see them again, so who cares what they think about us? Various "good-nights" were said, and plans for the following day discussed briefly before being interrupted by Matt yawning loudly. Clara laughed and addressed Susan, "Take him off to bed - quickly." Together Matt and Susan climbed the stairs and found their room. Susan shut the door firmly then turned and pinned her husband to the wall, kissing him hard on the mouth. Her tongue darted in and out desperately. Coming up for air she motioned to the king-sized bed. "Get up there and get your gear off. I won't be long." She quickly disappeared into the en suite. She again had to wipe away copious amounts of juices. Matt might not realize but she preferred not to show him how turned she had been whilst dancing with Julien. She felt again his hardness pressed between their bodies. It thrilled her that her body could arouse Julien so much. And it excited her tremendously that he would dare to display it so obviously to her. She was desperate for a cock inside her right now. She stripped off her dress and shoes quickly, then her underwear. Susan stepped seductively back into the bedroom. Matt had clearly obeyed her directions. He was stark naked and lying face up in the middle of the bed. Unfortunately he was fast asleep! Susan's jaw dropped. How could he? And after all her playful fondling in the car too! She slipped into bed next to him. She nearly shook him hard, to wake him and demand some sexual satisfaction! She considered putting her dress back on and going back downstairs. Perhaps Clara and Julien were still up. But surely not. Susan had seen Clara in the car. And Julien surely wouldn't roll over passively like her own husband here. No - Clara was probably even now enjoying that firm meat that only an hour or so ago was pressed up near Susan's own mound. She spread her legs. Her fingers went inside her and found some more juice. She smeared it up onto her labia and her swollen clit. She thought about how large the bulge in Julien's pants had been, and she imagined what was possibly happening to it right now. Her fingers stroked harder. And faster. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Julien led the way down to the harbour. Eze was a much smaller port than nearby Nice, and given he could walk to it from his villa, he preferred to anchor his ship there. It was nearly midday. They had all slept late after the previous night's outing. The previous half hour had been spent quickly assembling food (and plenty of wine) and putting it into hampers. He and Matt carried the two largest of them. Halfway to the harbour, the small party threaded their way through small cobblestone lane ways. Several surrounding shops had already begun packing up for siesta. Clara's phone began to ring and she spoke for a minute or two in French. She seemed quite excited by the call. When she hung up, she turned to Julien. "Mon cherie, je ne peux pas veneer aujourd'hui." Turning to Matt and Susan she said, "That was Brunetti's secretary on the phone. He will meet us at 3pm at his office." Julien saw Matt's jaw drop open as he struggled to digest this information. Julien pretended to be disappointed. "But this is really our only day to go out on the boat." Clara replied smoothly, "Don't let this stop you. You take Susan out, I'll drive Matt to Cannes, and we'll meet back here for dinner." Susan looked at her husband, and then at Julien. She seemed to hesitate. Clara jumped in again, "We've prepared all this food too - it would be a shame not to go." She faced Julien directly, "And anyway, if you do you can bring us back some fresh fish for later." Julien shrugged, as if he was fairly indifferent. "Ok," he said simply. Then he turned to Susan, "Shall we?". Susan looked over to Matt who was beaming. "Is that alright?" "Sure - hopefully I'll have some good news later on." Julien gave Clara a quick wink, then turned and took the hamper Matt was carrying. "A tout a l'heure" he called and then turned and headed for the harbour again. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* The yacht was magnificent of course. A beautiful 20 meter craft in immaculate condition, it's sides painted a deep rich ochre. Two teenage boys was just finishing hoisting the 2 large sails onto the mast as Susan and Julien approached. Once completed they jumped lightly onto the pier. Susan watched Julien stride forward to meet them. A brief conversation in rapid French ensued, ending with the two boys laughing and running past Susan, touching their caps to her as they went. The stern section of the sleek vessel had a rain or sun cover over it, underneath which was a classic nautical steering wheel, a padded bench and an open doorway with steps leading to the rooms below. Susan's legs felt a little wobbly just standing on the pier, not even having set foot onboard the yacht. The thought of spending the afternoon alone with Julien had sent her heart fluttering in a way it hadn't since the crushes of her teenage past. She stood admiring his physique as he lifted the food on board and made ready to cast off - his biceps rippling as he unwound the rope tied to the mooring, his cute ass tightening as he bent over. I really shouldn't be checking him out like this! she thought to herself. Pull yourself together and act like the married woman you are. It's just harmless, another part of her mind argued. Just innocent, flirty fun. Julien turned to Susan, smiling. "Come aboard, ma cherie." He bounded onto the ship then turned and offered his hand to Susan. "Would you putting the food away whilst I start the engine?" he asked, motioning to the cabin. "Sure thing," Susan replied. She squeezed through the hatchway with the two hampers and descended a few steps. Below was a relatively spacious room. A small kitchenette was against the left side, while the other had a meal table and a communication centre. Susan stashed the cold meats, cheese and white wine from one hamper in the small refrigerator. She heard some spluttering noises from the rear of the boat. Looking back that way, she could see Julien hunched over the engine at the very rear of the boat. He had taken off his shirt and was muttering in French as the motor turned but failed to properly ignite. A wave of disappointment slapped over Susan like cold water. Several seconds later a throaty roar let her know they would be off after all. Most things in the second hamper were just plates and crockery, but there were some condiments and dips as well. Susan was a little distracted, trying to keep a discrete eye on Julien whilst unpacking. She failed to notice that the lid on a jar of mayonnaise was loose and as she took it out a large amount spilt over her hands and down the front of her dress. "Crap!" she swore. "Crap, crap!" She spotted some paper towels and cleaned most up. There was still a rather obvious stain on her dress though. She quickly rummaged around in the bag she had brought with her. Frowning she began taking some things out, having a more thorough look. After a while she tossed it all back in the bag and headed out to the deck. Julien smiled at her, then called out over the sound of the motor. "I'm going to switch to the sails as soon as we round that headland." He pointed to his left where a pedestrian promenade ran around a small rocky promontory not far away. "I've just managed to spill mayonnaise on my dress," Susan said. "Why don't you put on on your swimming costume and we can wash the dress right now. It'll dry pretty quickly." "I've already thought of that," Susan replied. "I was sure I'd packed my bathers but now I can't find them." Julien thought for a moment. "If you go into the bedroom, Clara should have a spare pair of hers somewhere. You're both about the same size. You could borrow one of hers for the day. She won't mind." Susan nodded and headed back below. The first room had a door at the other side. Opening this Susan found two smaller rooms. The smallest was a bathroom, the other the bedroom. This wasn't particularly spacious - just enough room for a double bed, some drawers on either side and a cupboard. She went in and shut the door. Going to the drawers on the right, Susan opened the top one and gasped. Inside was a foot-long dildo, a vibrator, hand-cuffs, lube, and a small velvet bag. Fuck, they're a horny couple! she thought. She was about to pick up the bag to find out what was inside when she heard footsteps coming. Flushing she quickly shut the drawer and opened the one beneath. This held swimmers and a towel. Julien's voice called through the door. "Have you found them?" "Yes, I think so," she replied. "Pass out your dress and I'll get it soaking." Susan slipped out of her dress. Heart pounding with the thrill of being in his bedroom dressed only in panties, she crossed to the door. Standing behind it, she opened it a crack and passed her dress out to him. Julien pulled the door closed again. Going back to the Clara's drawer, Susan now discovered that there were several different bikini bottoms, but no tops! She searched the other drawers to no avail. In made sense anyway, since Clara had been topless the other day on the beach. Susan paused. Part of her wanted to go about freely topless, but part of her still felt too shy. Finally she slipped on a pair of hot pink bikini bottoms - ones she never would have chosen to buy for herself! She thought to put her dress back over the top - stain and all - at least until she gathered up a bit more courage. Or at least had some alcohol. The noise of the motor had gone as she made her way through the kitchenette room. On deck Julien was now at the wheel. Susan had one arm demurely draped over her breasts. "Actually, maybe I might my dress back on just for while." Julien pointed to a bucket that sat nearby. Her dress was soaking in it. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Matt fidgeted through lunch. Clara had driven the two of them to Cannes. She was able to secure a table at her favourite restaurant, despite it being heavily packed with diners. He was aware he was often only half-listening to Clara through most of the meal. He had rehearsed his pitch hundreds of times in his head over the past year, but nevertheless he went over it again and again, imagining his responses to possible questions. Sipping on a delicate pastis after a truly superb Creme Brûlée, Clara said innocently, "I wonder how our spouses are getting on?" Something in her tone and facial expression made Matt focus suddenly on the here and now. "Fairly well, I guess," Matt replied, a slightly uneasy feeling creeping over him. "Too well, perhaps?" Matt was silent for a moment. "What do you mean?" Clara leaned forward. "Come on, you've seen the way they've been flirting together this past day or so." "So?" Clara folded her napkin and placed it on her empty plate. "What Julien wants, he usually gets." Playing dumb Matt said, "And what exactly does he want?" "Susan." She said it so simply and directly that Matt was taken aback. "Well, I don't think he'll have any luck in that department. She's pretty committed to monogamy." Clara's eyes sparkled. She smiled as she leaned forward, exposing her cleavage to the maximum. "As committed as you are?" she almost purred. Matt knew he was staring at her breasts when he should be answering the question. The long pause before he could stammer out a reply spoke volumes. "Yes...of course...that is, I mean...she's even more committed than I am!" He blushed deeply. Clara sat back and pretended to ponder over this information. "I tell you what, I'll make you a - what do call it in English? A wager. A bet." "Oh?" "Whatever Susan allows my husband to do her, I'm allowed to do to you." Matt's mind reeled for a several seconds, struggling to comprehend this. He tried to think it through, to see if there was a catch somewhere. Matt's cock stiffened in his pants as he looked across at the beautiful woman sitting opposite, her tongue playfully moistening her lips. It was all fiendishly simple really. If Susan kept everything above board with Julien, as Matt expected, then nothing further would happen. And if Susan did happen to stray a bit, then no-one could really complain if Matt got to experience the same in return. There was really only one thing he could say in the circumstances. "Okay - you're on!," and he shook the hand that was offered to him. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Julien turned the boat in the direction of Monaco. He knew of a lovely secluded sandy bay that hardly anyone stopped at. It was only a half hour or so with the breeze coming slightly from the west. He smiled inwardly at Susan's discomfiture when she saw her dress soaking in a bucket. After about 10 minutes of amiable chatter and putting her at ease, he was rewarded with his first sight of her breasts. She had been sitting on the bench nearby as he was at the helm. She steadfastly held her arms across her chest for that length of time. Finally she stretched out, her face up to the sun, eyes closed momentarily, her golden hair streaming back in the breeze. Julien sucked in his breath, though fortunately she didn't appear to hear. Her breasts were even more amazing than he had suspected. Their luscious shape and curves he had, of course, noted already. But her areolae were huge! They were divine. He was mentally licking them when she suddenly opened her eyes and turned to him. "Is it much further? I'm starving!" Julien looked forwards and saw the headland he was after. "Just around that point. Maybe 5 more minutes." Susan nodded and closed her eyes once more, drinking in the sunlight. Julien's eyes remained firmly open! Soon the boat rounded the little point, revealing a small bay with steep rocky sides. Small waves lapped the tiny sandy strip at the base of these. Julien moved to drop anchor. "Do you want to grab the lunch things while I get the row-boat. Susan disappeared below whilst Julien moved to the bow where a small row-boat that doubled as a life-boat was lashed to the side. Soon this was down and in the water and he was helping Susan and the food hamper down into it. He made quick work of sculling to the shore. He opened the champagne first and poured into two glasses. "To a beautiful day and a beautiful person!" Susan smiled demurely and clinked glasses with him. He himself had selected the antipasto, the cheeses and the fresh baguettes. Julien found he was rather distracted to completely give himself to enjoying the feast. Partly he was quietly admiring the natural beauty of the woman at his side, but mostly he was planning the rest of the day in his mind. Susan seemed to be relaxing, and perhaps even enjoying being topless. She certainly appreciated his attentive and admiring comments. Now to bring it all home. Swimming and diving in this cove after lunch. Exploring the site of the ancient shipwreck at the eastern edge. Then back to the boat and over to Santos Island. Dinner of freshly caught fish, plenty of wine, romance, and then? Julien mulled over his next moves. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Clara was enjoying ensnaring Matt. On the drive over to Cannes she had got him to promise to go shopping with her once their meeting with Brunetti was over. She had not made it clear to him what she'd be shopping for, and he hadn't asked. Skimpy dresses and lingerie were a must. She tossed around in her mind the idea of dragging him to an intimate sex toy shop she knew well. Probably too much too soon, she thought, but I'll keep it as an option depending on how things play out. Over lunch she'd been able to extract a promise that Matt would let her do to him whatever Julien was able to get Susan to do. Clara was extremely confident in her husband's "persuasive powers". He would tease and tantalize Susan all afternoon. Clara had observed him in action many times with other women. Hell, she'd even experienced it first hand from him herself. And she was also confident in his chosen "mark". Susan was a hot woman, with high moral standards but recently sexually frustrated. She was like a top-notch champagne - and Julien would do what he could to loosen the cork! Clara reflected that if it ever got to the stage where Susan caught a glimpse of the equipment Julien sported inside his pants, then it was game on! It was only a ten minute walk from the restaurant to Brunetti's office. Clara noticed Matt sweating. It was certainly very warm, but they were mostly in shade and it was easy downhill walk. Was it her presence, or was her "bet" having this effect on him? Reluctantly, she decided it was far more likely to be the thought of meeting Brunetti in the flesh in a few minutes. Arranging the meeting had been a very simple thing. Possibly Brunetti would have agreed to it purely based on past experiences, but Clara had thrown in an offer of a private "catch-up" later in the week. They both knew what that would entail without even naming it out loud. He was probably creaming in his pants in his office right now thinking about her. Brunetti's office was on the third floor of a delightful 18th century building with windows looking down to the port. The meeting itself was rather boring from Clara's point of view. Brunetti seemed genuinely interested in Matt's presentation to him, but Clara couldn't be certain if this was for her sake or not. She had blown him a surreptitious kiss near the start of the meeting but didn't dare openly flirt in case Matt noticed. Finally the meeting concluded with hand-shakes and kisses. Matt left the room beaming from ear to ear. Clara felt much the same though kept tight control of her expressions. Time for the next phase of her plan... \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Swimming in the tranquil, secluded cove reminded Susan of the last time she had swam with this little on. In fact, that time she had had nothing on! It had been at one of the Greek Islands - Naxos, if she remembered correctly. She and Matt had ridden scooters across the island and found a completely deserted beach. They had both stripped off completely then. A bit of naked frolicking in the surf had led to her first (and only) fuck in the ocean. Or any kind of water actually. This memory, coupled with the naughtiness of being here with a man other than her husband and who seemed to have some sort of designs on her, made Susan extremely horny. Given the chance to be alone, she would have enjoyed bringing herself to a delicious orgasm. But Julien had taken every opportunity to be alongside her as the afternoon unfolded. He stood up now in the shallows, water dripping from his impressive physique. "Time for me to catch our dinner." "Are you going to fish here?" Susan asked. "No. We'll go to my secret spot. There's a small island about 2 kilometers from here - there's a great place which has never let me down!" Susan helped pack up the remains of lunch and they were soon back on board Julien's yacht. As they headed back out into open water, Susan realised just how sheltered that cover had been. The wind had shifted southerly and was quite fresh. "This is called the mistral," explained Julien. "It's often quite strong on summer afternoons." The breeze was quite warm, and was full into their faces as the boat headed south. Julien was at the helm but he motioned for her to come and join him there. "Would you like to steer fro a while?" He made way for her and she placed her hands on the warm wooden handles of the steering wheel. Julien stood close behind her and kept his hands on the wheel for a while too, almost enclosing her in an embrace. His upper arms touched hers ever so subtly. Every so often, with the rocking of the boat, his chest and her back came into contact too. "Have you got a firm grip?" Julien's mouth was close to her ear. "It's a lot harder than it appears." With that Susan felt a hard swelling press into her buttocks from behind. She knew it was his cock at once. She had been mesmerised by the size of his package all afternoon - his trunks didn't really leave much to the imagination! Susan gasped as she felt it press into her backside. Goosebumps spread down her arms along with a tingly sensation. She froze - her mind suddenly blank. She kept her eyes straight ahead to the blue swell of the Mediterranean. Julien's voice was at her ear again. "Keep the front of the boat straight on to the waves. You want to avoid getting side on to them. We're heading straight out at first, then we'll turn and head for that small island over there." He pointed, and Susan saw a small speck of land further to the right of their current direction. Julien's hands were only loosely on the wheel now, and Susan was truly in control. The sea was deceptively choppy, and it was rather a struggle to maintain a straight line. She had to constantly shift her weight from one foot to another to maintain her balance. With Julien's body so closely behind her, it meant his cock brushed around all over her buttocks and lower back. She thought she probably should make some effort to move forward and out of contact, but with Julien acting like it wasn't happening it was somehow easier for her to pretend not to notice. Especially since it was so fucking erotic. There they were, almost in an embrace, and with only 2 thin pieces of material separating them. Thank goodness her husband couldn't see her now! \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Matt let Clara lead him where she would. He felt like he was walking through the streets of Cannes in a dream. The meeting had gone so spectacularly well. He had had a good hearing. Brunetti had seemed quite interested in his screenplay and had promised to be in touch within a month. Matt was so thrilled with Clara for introducing him to Brunetti that he could have kissed her. Not that he would though, especially given current circumstances. His mind drifted away from Brunetti and back to Clara. Just what exactly was at play here? Clara had virtually intimated that she would willingly take things further physically if he was willing. She seemed damn certain that Julien was gunning for Susan. And the two of them were out there together - alone on the sea all day. Matt began to feel distinctly uncomfortable about the wager he had just made. Clara now led him into a classy women's clothing shop. She had insisted that she needed a male perspective. Matt hated shopping with Susan. It was so boring. All the time she was trying on various outfits, there was nothing but other women's clothes to look at! Still, an hour or so of boredom was a small price to pay now after such a fantastic meeting. Matt reflected on Clara's attitude towards him. I'm probably lucky she didn't demand anything else from me! Just as well it's only shopping. Would I have been able to resist anything else? Clara seemed to know the staff quite well, and had soon chosen several dresses and disappeared behind a curtained-off area near the back of the shop. Matt milled around quietly. There were no other customers, he noted. And no wonder when he looked at some of the prices of the outfits! He was soon bored by the range of clothes. He began to daydream about how things might have turned out if Clara had requested something more intimate. Then she emerged, and he almost gasped aloud. To say her dress was figure-hugging was an understatement. It looked like it had been hand-painted on! She had clearly removed her bra, and possibly her panties as well. Her breasts, freed of one constraint, seemed well held by the dress, which seemed to have been purpose-built to display her impressive cleavage. Her nipples were two distinct nubs pointing straight at him. She walked a few paces towards him, then swirled around once. He saw her eyes look down to his crotch and she giggled. "I'll take that as a positive response!" She twirled again and headed back to the changing area. Matt didn't need to look down to see if he was hard or not, but he did anyway. He wanted to see just how obvious it was to her. It was hard to tell from up above, so he turned to find a nearby mirror and then groaned inwardly. A large tenting showed quite clearly. He suddenly thought how this would look to the sales assistants, but the two young women were busy reading magazines at the counter. Matt took shelter behind a convenient rack of outlandishly priced tops. Clara's next dress was halter-neck style, allowing her back to be almost fabric free, though ending in an amount just enough to cover her ass. She laughed when she saw where he had positioned himself. "How is this one?" she asked. She preened in the full-length mirror to her left. "It's...um...nice," Matt stammered. "Nice is never what any girl is after." Clara lifted her voice to address the assistants. "Vivianne, fetch this poor man a chair, sil vous plait." A chair was brought for him and placed not far from the curtains. Matt sank thankfully into it and crossed his legs. Her next dress was even shorter if possible. A fully black number, the material of the top half was lacy and partially see-through. He saw the dark circles of her areola. Her nipples were hard points. Clara turned away again to look at herself in the mirror. Some flesh of her pert backside was just poking out from beneath the bottom of her dress. She turned to him in seriousness. "How does this one compare?" Matt was speechless. He could barely recall having ever seen a more erotic sight in his life. And she wasn't even undressed! He mouth gaped but no sound emerged. His heart was pounding. He could hear the crazed pulsations in his ears. Clara approached him, and Matt swallowed nervously. She placed her right foot up onto his thigh. "Is it too revealing, do you think?" Matt couldn't stop his eyes from looking down to where her legs were parted, causing the dress to ride higher still. She had indeed taken off her underwear. Her groin was in shadow but he nevertheless noted two luscious labial folds. At that moment Matt felt a vibration in his pants. It was present for an instant before music began to spew forth as well. Clara removed her foot from his leg as Matt drew his mobile phone from his pocket. It was Susan. What timing! \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Julien dropped anchor about 100 meters off the coast of Isolde Island. The French Riviera coastline could be seen quite easily from there. From where they were, the island now protected them from the late afternoon breeze and the water was calm. This was a fantastic place to catch bream. Susan spread herself out on the sun lounge as Julien got out his fishing gear. Even though her dress was now clean and dry, Julien noted she had made no effort to fetch it, or cover herself in any way. He smiled as he baited the line. He had more than one type of fishing on his mind, and he had been baiting that line all afternoon! Within half and hour Julien had reeled in four decent sized fish, having thrown back a couple of smaller ones. They swam about in the bucket that had previously served as a washing bucket for Susan's dress. The sun was beginning to sink towards the horizon, bringing a welcome easing of the temperature. It was pleasantly warm, and there would still be at least another couple of sunlight before dusk. Julien put down the fishing rod. "I guess we should be getting back," he said. Susan opened her eyes and half raised her head. "What's the time?" Julien shrugged. "No idea. I didn't bring a watch." Susan made to get up from where she was. "Do you need any help?" "Non, Non. We'll need the engine from here since we're so sheltered from the wind." Julien moved to the very back of the boat. He deliberately flooded the engine with far too much fuel, then attempted to start it. The motor made a horrible coughing, spluttering noise but failed to start. Julien frowned and tried several more times in quick succession with the same result. He started muttering to himself and began tinkering away at it. Susan sat up. "Is there a problem?" Julien kept his attention on the engine. "Um - there might be." He stood up. "It wasn't sounding all that great earlier, but it seemed fine once it was going. I'll get my tool kit." He disappeared below deck and emerged soon after with some tools. He tinkered around for several more minutes, every now and then flooding the engine and trying to start it. Susan came and sat nearby to watch. "What about getting back using the sails?" "That would be ok once we were away from this island, but there's no wind here at all." He paused as if in thought. "I think I'll radio for help." He went back below deck and Susan heard a conversation in French which she couldn't follow. He came back out shortly and sat down next to her with a sigh. "Well, I have some good news and some bad news." "Oh?" "The good news is they have a replacement motor and can bring it out to us. The bad news is they can't do it until tomorrow morning." Susan nodded quietly, absorbing this turn of events. Julien got to his feet again. "Tell you what, I think the best thing is you ring Matt and tell him, I'll cook us some dinner, and then perhaps I can try the motor again." Susan seemed to in a bit of a daze, still taking it all in and running through the implications in her head. "Sure, ok," she muttered. She went below to get her mobile from her bag. Julien wondered just when it would occur to her that there was only one bedroom on board. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Clara dumped her bags of new clothes and lingerie and kicked off her high heels. There had been quite a traffic jam on the way back to Eze due to a car crash near Cagnes-sur-Mer, and it was now after 7 o'clock. She didn't feel at all hungry yet due to their late lunch, but thought it polite to enquire as to her guest's needs. She looked at Matt as he stood near the kitchen table not knowing quite what to do. "Hungry?" she asked. "Um, no - not really," he replied rather vaguely. Clara smiled at his inner turmoil. He had been strangely subdued on the car trip home. "How convenient!" had been her reply when he reported to her Susan's news about the broken down engine. "I suppose they'll have to spend the night aboard the yacht?". Matt had nodded silently. She had waited a minute or so before adding slyly, "There's only one bed on the boat you realize!" The uncomfortable silence of the car trip continued now that they had arrived back at the villa. It seemed rather quiet now with half their number absent. Clara took out a beer from the fridge, opened it and handed it to Matt. She had let him stew enough, she thought. Time for the sultry temptress again. "I can't be bothered cooking tonight since it's only the two of us. Let's go out on the town, shall we?" Matt nodded his ascent and Clara reached down and pulled the skimpy black fabric that could barely be called a dress. "I think I might wear this tonight." Matt's eyes visibly brightened at the prospect. Good, thought Clara, time to dial it up a bit. "Before I get changed though, do you think we should check up on our spouses?" Matt frowned, "What do you mean?" "Well, Julien and I have a video security system throughout the house as well as on board the yacht. It's quite simple to bring up the pictures on the television set in the lounge." "You mean we could spy on Julien and Susan?" Matt blurted out. "You could call it spying I suppose. Or just 'checking up on our partners' if you prefer. Just to see if they're behaving themselves that's all." Please, please, don't be behaving yourselves Clara prayed. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Susan watched the fresh fish fillets sizzle on the small hotplate. Julien looked slightly ridiculous, tending to the BBQ in his tight bather bottoms but with an apron covering his bare chest. There was a picture of a buxom woman on it with the words "I'd Like a Piece of Meat!" underneath. Julien had already set up a small table in front of a cushioned bench seat in the rear of the boat. Susan's stomach gurgled as the delightful aroma of the fish set her gastric juices flowing. Under his instructions, Susan had set the table, mixed the salad, and now poured two glasses of chilled Chablis. "Ok. We're all done here," Julien announced. "Can you bring the plates over?" The two steaming fish were transferred and placed on the table. Julien motioned for Susan to take a seat, and then took his place opposite her. He raised his glass. "To a wonderful day!" he announced. Susan clinked his glass with her own. They both drank a little of the clear sweet wine. The meal was outstanding. Susan doubted she'd ever had a better meal, even at that crazy restaurant overlooking Sydney Harbour she'd been raving about for the past decade. It would be pretty much impossible to get fish any fresher than this, she mused. Considering they had been alive less than half an hour ago. Barely a word was spoken as they devoured the delectable treats Julien had served up to go with the fish. Susan was busy savouring each mouthful, but also enjoying the setting - the gentle rocking of the boat, the fresh air, the freedom of being topless in public, the tease of showing herself off to an appreciative audience, and the visual pleasure of the bare-chested man opposite (who had mercifully ditched the ridiculous apron). Eventually she put her cutlery down and joined Julien in wiping her plate clean with some slices of baguette. She noticed that Julien was watching her with an amused half-smile on his face. The wine emboldened her. She leaned forward across the table, almost provocatively. "That was truly incredible. But can you top it for dessert?" Suddenly Julien leaned forward too. His face drew ever closer to hers, invading her personal space, paralyzing her with fear and desire. And then his lips parted slightly and pressed fully onto her own trembling mouth. Susan found she couldn't resist or pull away, but neither did she actively join in the kiss. Her mind was in a whirl, a vortex of spinning, conflicting thoughts and emotions. Julien drew back slightly. "How's that?" he whispered. Wonderful. Magical. Divine. Susan's mind screamed the words across the tiny gap between their bodies. "I couldn't," she whispered. "What would I say to my husband?". Julien pulled further away and reached for the bottle of white wine. "Just tell him the truth," he said simply. He poured the remainder into their glasses. He passed her glass over to her. "Tell him you were drunk." \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* For Matt, this day just kept on getting more surreal. First a one-on-one meeting with a highly influential film executive. And then to have had his script so positively received! It was fabulous but rather unreal. Then to go lingerie shopping with such a sexy siren as Clara made him feel he truly must be dreaming this day. The cold water she had subsequently thrown on him - suggesting that her husband was gunning for Susan - just added to the emotional roller-coaster. It was quite clear that she felt supremely confident that Julien would have his way with her. Matt took another long gulp on the cold beer, then set the bottle down on the kitchen table. Clara reached over and took a drink from it as well. "I'm serious about being able to check up on Susan," she said, then added slyly, "Of course there's no need to if you are so sure!" Matt nearly reached for the beer again but stopped himself. His head was spinning enough as it was, and more alcohol was not going to help the situation. He knew he was hesitating. The truth was - now that it came to it - that he did have a sliver of doubt after all. He knew that Susan had been feeling a bit sexually frustrated for several months now. He kept putting off confronting the issue and had let his physical affection for her slip down his priority list somewhat. He'd always meant to make it up to her. And he would. Eventually. Would it all be too late by then though? Clara sensed his indecision and took charge. "Let's check it out," she decided for him. "Besides we do have a deal, remember?" Matt found himself being led by the hand into a large entertainment room. Against one wall was a huge flat screen TV. Several deep couches were arranged to face it and Matt, almost in a trance, sank down into one. Clara picked up a large remote and took a seat to his right. She deftly flicked through several settings until Matt saw a blank screen with the words "Security Passcode" and nothing else. Clara tapped away on the controller, and the screen now filled with twenty or more smaller boxes, each containing an image of what Matt presumed to be what each of the onboard security cameras was now seeing. He was rather surprised at just how many there were. "Shall we look in the bedroom first" Clara asked. Matt swallowed hard and said nothing. A few more clicks from Clara and a single image swelled to block out all the others. It was a small cramped bedroom that looked consistent with the cabin on a small ship. It was empty. "Hmm...maybe you're right after all." Matt thought she sounded slightly disappointed. Several more images came up on the screen in succession. Matt saw a view of the front part of a ship showing the sunlight waning over a rippling sea. Finally there came an image with people in view. Julien and Susan were sitting at a small dinner table on the deck of the boat, eating and chatting casually. Matt slowly let out his pent up breath - there appeared no hanky-panky going on after all. Clara made this image fill the whole TV screen and Matt frowned, realizing that Susan was topless. The hot pink bather bottoms she was wearing puzzled him even more, since he certainly had never seen them before. Clara noticed his discomfiture. "This is footage over an hour old. There's a delay built into the system, but I can get around it. I'll fast-forward it a bit, shall I?" Without waiting for an answer, Clara pressed another button and the images sped up. It seemed obvious that Julien was moving himself ever closer to Susan. He is trying to come onto her for sure, Matt thought. And then he saw Julien lean forward and kiss Susan. Clara immediately slowed the tape to normal playback speed. "Interesting!" she said, as Matt's heartbeat went wild. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Julien poured the rest of the bottle of wine into the two glasses, giving Susan a full glass and himself only half. "Tell him the truth," Julien said, passing Susan's glass to her. "Tell him you were drunk." Julien took his own glass and drank it all in one swig, then threw the empty glass over his shoulder. It flew clear over the deck of the boat, landing in the ocean with a small splash. Susan giggled, and Julien smiled at the sound. He thought that his silly, indeed wasteful, action might extract a laugh from her. Hopefully she was a little tipsy already. He knew that humour was a good way to let off some of the nervous tension he expected she was feeling right now. He watched closely as she looked first at the glass of wine in her own hand, then back over to him. He recognised the hungry look on her face. "I'm not going to have sex with you, you know," Susan said firmly. "That's ok" Julien replied mildly. Inwardly he thought, That's what you say now - let's see what happens! Years of experience had taught him that "no" at this point certainly did not necessarily mean "no" later on. Susan lifted her glass to her mouth and gulped down the entire contents in a single go. Then she mimicked him by turning slightly and throwing her empty glass into the sea. Now it was Julien's turn to laugh. Julien judged that the moment was now ripe. He shifted his body even closer to Susan. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers once again. This time the kiss was returned deeply and passionately. Julien's heart soared with joy and anticipation. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Clara kept one eye on the onscreen antics and another on Matt. He was quite clearly shocked as the screen before displayed Julien and Susan gulping down their wine and then resume kissing - this time with even more feeling. At this moment she actually felt slightly sorry for him and his naivety. But years of close observation had taught her what excites a man. Indeed Clara probably knows this even better than many men know it for themselves. So she was not surprised in the least to glance down and see the swelling in Matt's groin. On the screen Susan seems to be enjoying the embrace and certainly was making no attempt to stop it. It was rather difficult to see everything clearly now that the two bodies had closed in on each other but Julien's right hand, initially wrapped around Susan's back, now seemed to be edging around to the side towards her breast. Clara smiled as she realised that with his other hand Julien was surreptitiously pushing down his bather bottoms. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Susan closed her eyes as Julien's lips closed in on hers again. Her heart pounded wildly, and the sound thudded in her ears. She knew she should not be allowing this but she was powerless to deny him. Part of her mind screamed at her to pull away, but a stronger part forced it into submission. Her lips parted and she welcomed Julien's mouth to hers. All the sexual tension that had been building inside Susan for several days she now poured into that kiss. At first it was gentle and sweet, but Susan's passion could not be quenched by such soft ardor. Indeed, it seemed the longer the kiss went on, the hungrier Susan became. She pressed her lips to his. How long it had been since she had shared such a passionate embrace? She felt his hands on the naked skin of her back, dancing lightly up and down on either side of her spine. This set off an electric tingling that coursed through her body, his gentle touch at odds with his crushing, insistent lips. Julien's hands roamed her back at will, but at times they ventured out to her flanks, and Susan felt a new wave of pleasure and torture. Her nipples hardened. Without making a conscious decision she realised she had eased her torso away from his embrace slightly, giving him the room to move his hands around to her front more freely if he so desired. Maddeningly he seemed reluctant to do so. His hands moved back to her spine once again. Susan began to moan softly as they continued to kiss, letting him be quite sure of her desire. His hands began another outward trek and the fever levels inside her rose. This time one of his hands came into contact with the sides of her breast. Susan felt so torn between wanting his hands to touch her there and not, but the alcohol had made her head swim and passion seemed her only guide. She made up her mind that touching her breasts was as far as she would allow things with Julien to go. Realizing this, and letting this barrier down in her mind, Susan was now desperate for Julien to feel her tits. When finally he did, she felt an intense rush of pent up desire and pleasure and lust wash over her. She moaned loudly into his mouth and almost came just like that. Julien's right hand cupped her left breast, caressing it and savouring it. His fingers honed in on the long hard nub of her aroused state. Susan almost came again. Amazed by this, her lust burned all the brighter and she opened her mouth, her tongue snaking out to explore his. She was barely aware of anything else but that firm hand fondling her breast, and her tongue dueling his. She was certainly oblivious to the fact that Julien had carefully removed his swimming trunks and was sitting completely naked. For some time now, Susan's right hand had been resting upon Julien's chest. He now took hold of her hand as they kissed and moved it down, leaving it for a moment on his lower abdomen. Without really thinking she dropped it further into his groin. It was just a natural instinct really. She had done it with her husband hundreds of times whilst kissing him. But the feeling of warm, pulsing flesh suddenly burst into her brain. She realised that a tiny part of her mind had been aware of her action after all, and had expected some kind of material covering! In a flash Susan broke of the kiss and looked down. As far as her faithfulness was concerned, it proved to be a fatal move. Susan was awestruck by the sight that met her eyes. Julien was exposed in all his glory. Her fingers rested lightly on the top of his cock. Susan had always been teased for having hands that were disproportionately large for her size, but they now appeared pale and dainty when contrasted with the black monster beneath. She had never experienced any other man's penis but her husbands before now. To say she was mesmerised was an understatement. She never realised two cocks could be so different. This one was longer, thicker, darker, and...circumcised. It was clear it wasn't even fully erect, but even so it dwarfed Matt's cock in size. She was overawed by its dimensions and she was shocked by just how primally animalistic she felt by the sight of this magnificent beast. It was certainly a surprise to see Julien completely nude, but the fact of his circumcision made his dick look even more naked than it should. Her thumb moved to take up a position underneath it. Almost in a trance Susan's fingers and thumb tightened and encircled his prick. It felt so warm, so thick...so alive! Susan watched her hand move up towards the tip, slowly squeezing him. She was somewhat detached - as if it was someone else's hand that was doing it. She was assailed by pangs of lust but also part of her brain screamed at her to stop right now - things had gone far enough. Just then a small amount of precum oozed from the tip of Julien's cock. Instinctively Susan extended her thumb and rubbed the juice around the smooth head. Julien let out a terrific guttural moan and Susan felt again a lustful thrill coarse through her body. She released the breath she didn't even realize she had been holding. More precum oozed from him and Susan massaged it all around his cock, lubing up her hand in the process. She had done this plenty of times before with her husband, but this was dynamite. Her juices were really flowing now and she felt tingly all over. She was sitting practically naked next to a big black hunk who was naked! It was so naughty, and she knew she really should not be doing it. But Julien was right - she is drunk. And she is pretty sure Matt would forgive her this little indiscretion. Just this once. She had been telling herself that she wouldn't let things go any further, and yet when Julien opened his legs wider and started to lean back, pulling her head gently down with him towards his excitement, Susan made no move to resist. In truth Julien didn't really force her head down at all - just gave an gentle encouragement which Susan gave in to at once. Julien now lay back on the bench seat, legs apart, and Susan's head was almost in his lap. She gazed in awe at his now full erection, her right hand still firmly clasped around its girth. She was filled with an overwhelming desire to taste him - to taste another man for the first time. But more than that she wanted to see what it was like to suck on that beautiful juicy piece of meat. Her lust was now at fever pitch, and even knowing that this might be crossing the boundary of Matt's forgiveness, Susan lowered her head further and opened her drooling mouth.... \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Matt was barely aware of the thumping in his chest as he watched in disbelief as his faithful wife began loving another man's cock with her mouth. His head was spinning trying to make sense of it all. Things were rapidly spiraling out of control and into regions he never expected - not in a million years. Flirting, yes; a drunk kiss, maybe. But all of a sudden things had gotten from kissing, to fondling, to oral sex! Strangely, he felt no anger. Indeed he could hardly register a single coherent thought, let alone analyse his own emotions. He was all too aware that a significant proportion of his body's blood flow was now engorging his cock, rather than his brain. He was truly in a state of shock - partly by what Susan was doing, and partly by how fucking erotic it all was. His erection rose up inside his jocks, straining at the leash. To his right Clara moved closer and placed a hand on his thigh. She brought her face close to his, her voice whispering in his ear. "Shall I stop the tape?" Matt licked his dry lips but made no reply. He was transfixed by the spectacle of his wife, who was now attempting to deep throat this black Adonis. I've brought this on myself, he thought. I've been so focussed on my screenplay. I've ignored her. And Julien hasn't! He felt somewhat betrayed, but he remembered how only a little while ago he'd been entertaining some rather wicked thoughts about what he and Clara might get up to that evening. He felt a movement in his lap - Clara's hand had come snaking up his thigh and was even now encompassing the bulge in his pants. Two thoughts hit him at the same time: Susan going down on Julien, and his own wager with Clara. In a flash he knew just exactly what was in store for him... \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Julien eased his body backwards from a sitting position to lying down on the bench. His left hand had been behind Susan's neck, playing lightly with her hair. As he laid himself backwards, his left hand then gave a subtle press on the back of her neck to follow him down. It didn't last long, he didn't even mean for this gesture to even possibly register in Susan's consciousness, but the invitation was clear. His hands then dropped to the bench beside to enable his body to lie completely flat. Susan paused for a moment but never taking her eyes from his semi-erect penis. Julien watched her face intently. This was a key moment. This was probably her last chance to back out. If she did't back off right now, Julien knew from experience that there was almost no chance her rational mind would overcome her desires. He held his breath as vital seconds ticked by. He noticed that his heart was pounding, and he realised just how desperately he wanted to take this all the way. He was so close right now. Susan continued to stare down at his throbbing 10 inch tool. Her right hand was still encircling it though, which Julien took as a promising sign. He noticed her head move slightly downwards. Never once did she shift her gaze from his groin. Please! Please! Julien begged silently. Finally there was more movement from her. She lowered her head some more - agonisingly slowly, it seemed to him. Her lips parted as they drew closer to his meat. He felt it twitch in anticipation. Julien released his pent up breath in a sigh as her tongue emerged and began softly licking the glistening head. Julien relaxed somewhat and began to concentrate on the delicious feeling of her oral pleasures. He was confident she would soon be opening her mouth to him, and then opening so much more as well... \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Clara wondered just how quickly she should move things along with Matt. Her hand could easily move up and cradle the obvious tent in his pants. This was a good sign - that the sight of his wife with her husband would give him a hard-on. This was inevitably the way with most husbands, Clara reflected. Yet anger could easily surface at this point and break the mood. Clara could force the issue - could insist on their "deal". By rights she was certainly owed some access to his pants by his own wife's actions. Clara's gut told her to wait a little longer, despite the anticipation that was rising in her. All her plans were working out perfectly thus far. And she knew her husband wouldn't be satisfied with just a blow-job! She sidled up alongside Matt and now she turned to him. He was staring at the screen with his mouth open. Looking down Clara could see the pulsation of his cock and she knew she would not be able to hold out much longer. She nestled even closer to him, her breasts pressing in to his side. "Surprised?" she purred softly. Matt had to lick his dry lips before responding. "Um, yeah - I didn't really think she would, er..." "Suck another man's cock?" Clara wanted to be provocative and talk dirty, but also to acknowledge it for what it was. "Yeah. I thought she'd enjoy the attention, but not go for it like this." Susan was sucking hungrily, and Clara moved her hand along Matt's thigh until it came to rest on his scrotum, tantalizingly close to his stiffy. "You're not completely unhappy about the turn of events I see," she said slyly. Matt looked down. "I'm a bit ashamed of my reaction but I can't deny it." Clara's fingers circled around the tent in his pants. "Why deny it?" "Well, I guess I really ought to be angry instead of...aroused. It's not natural." "In my experience it would be unnatural if you weren't aroused." "Perhaps I don't love her as much as I thought. Maybe she doesn't either." Her hand stopped. "Sweetie, this is just primal sex remember? 100% pure sex! It has nothing do with how much you love each other. In fact, I can't think any couple I've met that loved each other more than you guys do." Clara's hand began to move again, this time rubbing directly over his erection. Matt made no attempt to stop her. "Maybe not after this," he sighed. "Ah, you're wrong there honey. You'll be stronger than ever." Together they watched Susan taking more and more of Julien's cock into her mouth. Clara could sense Matt was wondering how on earth this could really be true. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Having succumbed to temptation, Susan was relishing the task at hand. The salty sweetness of his secretions were like an aphrodisiac, and she licked, kissed and sucked her way up and down his shaft. Her body was on fire. Julien vocalized his pleasure loudly, encouraging her with dirty language. To cause this voracious sexual beast to writhe beneath her only increased her lust and made her feel like some kind of sex goddess. Julien was both longer and thicker than Matt. Her hand slowly pumped him, mingling her saliva with his precum. The thought crossed her mind as to just how much of this penile monster she would be able to take inside her mouth. A moment later and she was opening her mouth to try. She let her lips be pressed open further by his full girth, feeling the soft smooth flesh as it entered her mouth. She felt the ridge of his cock-head press past her lips and onto her tongue. She took in what she could then grabbed hold of his cock just in front of mouth. As she slid it out again, she was amazed and slightly disappointed to see she had only taken about a third of it. She tried again. He was really stretching her mouth though, and she began to gag as she felt his length push up against her uvula. Withdrawing she found she had managed just over a half this time. Susan wondered if it was humanly possible to get it completely into her. In her minds eye she imagined her lips reaching right to the very base of him. It was almost a kind of challenge now to see how close she could get to this ideal. Her left hand still encircled his dick, and with a big effort she thrust forward and relaxed her throat. She managed to take all but a couple of finger-breadths into her mouth, completely cutting off her oxygen supply for a few moments. Susan began to gag again and hurriedly pulled him out. His prick came out with a loud sucking noise, a string of saliva hanging like a web, briefly connecting her mouth to his glistening erection. Susan quickly wiped it away but was unable to wipe the smile from her face. "You're too big!" she exclaimed. Julien took hold of the hand she still had around the base of his cock. "Try it like this," he instructed, and started to slowly pump her hand up and down. "Just take whatever is comfortable. You're fantastic!" Susan returned her mouth to him, just letting half of it inside her at the most, sucking and licking the tip and head as she milked his lower half by hand. Susan's mind was in a whirl - a heady mix of alcohol and arousal, topped off by a feeling of power. She can't help feeling proud that it is her body and actions that are causing this attractive hunk of a man to pursue her, and even now be moaning and squirming under her touch. Julien's cock was coated with Susan's saliva, and it sent her mind off on a different tangent. I wonder how wet I am? she thought. Switching hands, she sent her right hand on an exploratory mission to check on the state of her own arousal. Her bikini felt wet and she slipped her hand inside. My God, I'm drenched! she thought. I don't think I've ever been this wet. Her fingers slipped down between her pussy lips and lingered delightfully over her aching clit. She closed her eyes as ripples of torment and delight rippled over her. And right there and then, in front of a man who was a stranger just a few short days ago, she began to play with her own little erect nub. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Matt is both astounded at his wife's adultery and her brazen lust. He thought even just kissing another man would have been beyond her. Yet here she was, not just giving Julien's large cock an oral workout, but by the look of it playing with herself as she did so! Due to the camera angle, Matt could't see this quite as clearly as he would have liked. Nevertheless, he was pretty sure that was what she was doing - bringing herself off whilst taking him deeply inside her mouth. It was almost a relief now as Clara unzipped his pants, revealing a big wet stain on his jocks. She then pulled his pants further down, took off his shoes, and then the pants all the way off him. Matt was panting and his cock twitched, aching more than he could ever remember. It was hard and throbbing, straining to break free of the last remaining covering. As if by sheer willpower and might it could burst those jocks asunder. But Clara now ignored it. Desperate, Matt was mentally begging for her to strip him of this last shred of underwear. Instead she turned her attention to the buttons of his shirt. As his chest was revealed, she planted soft kisses on it. He continued to watch his wife in action over the top of Clara's head. Finally Clara slipped down between his legs and he more than willingly parted them for her. She reached up and pulled his jocks down around his ankles and then off. Matt's cock stood rigidly to attention, ready to serve. Clara's head moved slowly towards it. Suddenly she stopped. Matt tore his eyes away from the screen to look at her face so close to his own dick. "It's only fair," she said. Matt could only nod mutely. Clara opened her mouth and devoured him. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Despite her obvious lack of oral experience with a cock of his size, Julien was nevertheless enjoying his blow job immensely. He was fully erect now. Just over 10 inches of manhood getting the sort of lavish attention every man craves. For a couple of minutes he had lain back, closed his eyes, and just enjoyed Susan's hungry mouth going to work on him. What she lacked in deep-throating ability, she more than made up for in passion and imagination. She had managed to lick, suck and kiss every square inch of his erection. Julien now felt his own arousal begin to grow and he knew it was time to dial down the fantastic feelings traveling up his his dick a bit. Julien could keep himself from cumming for a long time yet by doing this; he was well practiced in the art of self-control. He opened his eyes, and was immediately glad he did so. He saw Susan's right hand disappear down inside her bikini bottoms. He carefully shifted his head a little to the side in order to get a better view. He smiled as saw her fingers begin to move around rhythmically down there. His brain detached itself even further from the physical loving he was receiving. He made sure to watch her very closely now, carefully noting the state of arousal building up inside this beautiful woman; the increased facial flushing, her slurping moans, her nipples tightening even further, the pace of her hand inside her bathers. Years of practice had taught him to read the signs very well. He was aware just as well as she was when she began that sudden steep ascent of arousal which led to climax. He wanted to stop her just before the point of no return. It wasn't long before he judged she was about to hit that peak, so he swiftly sat up. He gently removed her hand from her groin and took it in his own hand. Susan moaned in frustration and frowned as her mouth was pushed away from his dick. She was panting heavily, her face flushed, her fingers sticky. She had been so very close to the edge. Julien pulled her to her feet and, hand still clasped firmly in hers, led her below deck. She followed meekly after him, not uttering a word. He made his way quickly to the one and only bedroom on board the ship. Julien pushed open the door and entered the small room. It contained a bed, a cupboard, a night-stand, and very little else. He took Susan in his arms and kissed her again. Soon Julien drew her to the bed. He eased his own body down onto it first, lying on his back, whilst coaxing Susan's body on top of his. She didn't resist. Indeed her lips never left his. Julien made sure his cock nestled nicely against her bikini bottoms. He was lying on his back whilst she sat astride him, leaning forward to kiss him and with her breasts pressing down onto his firm chest. His hands roamed right down her back to her ass cheeks as they continued to kiss. Pressing down on her buttocks, Julien could feel her slit pressed against the base of his cock. Susan moaned into his mouth once more. As he released his pressure on her butt, Susan responded by pressing her own mound down onto his erection, and inwardly smiled. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Kneeling before him, Clara opened her lips, relaxed her throat, and slid Matt's cock inside her mouth. She didn't bother dallying around with licking and kissing it - she just went straight for some deep-throat action. She felt his engorged head push past her uvula. Soon enough her lips were pressed up almost against his abdomen, her nose nestling amongst his pubes, the tip of her tongue tickling the base of his shaft. She heard Matt emit a throaty groan. In response she milked him with her throat muscles, and he threw his head back and groaned longer and louder. She felt his body stiffen. He won't last long, Clara thought. She withdrew her mouth, leaving a slippery coating along his entire shaft. "Fuck, that's incredible!" Matt exclaimed. Clara smiled and grasped his cock with her hand, pumping it slowly. "You like?" she asked coyly. Without waiting for a reply, she buried it up to the hilt once more down her throat. Matt cried out aloud in ecstasy and she withdrew again, this time slowly dragging her lips along his full length, slurping noisily. Matt was panting now and body was all a-quiver. He was no longer watching the action on the screen. He looked down at her with eyes full of lust. Clara playfully extended her tongue and licked under the tip. His dick was throbbing like a wild animal. "What do you say?" she asked quietly. "Please." Matt breathed. "What was that?" Clara asked. Matt threw his head right back. "Do it! Fucking do it!" Clara enveloped his cock once more with her mouth. She let it slide deep down her throat. Matt was moaning again as she began to rhythmically constrict and relax her throat. She felt him stiffen even further inside her, and then his cock seemed to expand. With a guttural cry, Matt's dick began to pump its warm seed into her throat, whilst Clara expertly milked him of every last drop. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Susan's brain was in chaos. Snatches of thoughts came and went, but it was almost impossible to string together any logical reasoning. A small part of her mind still nagged her that what she was doing was wrong but her lust completely dominated what little conscious thought she could muster. The possible consequences of her actions just didn't seem to register any more. All that mattered was the moment at hand. And at that particular moment she was superbly aware of Julien's thick rod directly below her sex. A couple of times had she felt a distinct throb from it. It wasn't directly touching her clitoris but it was damn close. Susan continued to kiss Julien, and with her eyes closed she could still see that dark powerful tool in her mind's eye, could still taste it in her mouth. Julien's hands now went to her shoulders and pushed her body up into a sitting position, breaking their kiss. She sat astride him, breathing heavily. By rocking her pelvis forwards and backwards Susan was now able to rub her slit along part of his shaft. "That feels so good," she murmured. Both of his hands moved up and took hold of a breast each, gently pulling on them and teasing the nipples. "Mmmm, so is that." She sighed. "I really should not be doing this. I think we ought to stop." Julien said nothing, but continued to caress her breasts. Susan felt a tingle course through her body from her nipples down to her clit. She continued to move her hips back and forth, a little faster now. One of Julien's hands now traveled down her stomach. It reached her bikini bottoms, now soaked with her arousal. He gently pulled it to one side exposing her vulva and her trim pubic hair. As she pressed her pelvis forward his erection slipped easily between her labial lips. From this position, pressing herself down onto Julien's body bed brought it into direct contact with her clitoris. Susan sighed again. "This is so naughty." "But nice," Julien said. He moved his own hips causing his tool to slide along her sex. "Oh, fuck!" Susan groaned. Julien tugged gently at her bikini bottoms. "Off" Susan seemed to have no willpower of her own left. She obeyed his quiet but firm command without hesitation. She lifted herself slightly, wriggled out of her last remaining scrap of clothing, and knelt again directly over Julien's cock. This time she grasped it and made sure it was directly lined up along her slit. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* With a satisfied grunt Matt exploded inside Clara's mouth. Or down her throat really. He looked down at her again in amazement. His entire cock - seven inches by his measurement - was buried inside her. He'd heard of deep-throating before of course, but Susan had never been able to come anywhere near matching this. His cock pumped again and again, gradually with less intensity, whilst Clara just kept sucking, milking him dry. Eventually she slid his semi-rigid penis from her mouth and smiled at him. "That wasn't so bad now, was it?" she smirked. "That was fucking brilliant," Matt panted. Clara smiled again. She sat up higher on her knees, bringing her face level with his. Her lips parted slightly and then Matt felt the crush of her passion as they kissed. His hands went behind her head, pulling her even closer to him. Her tongue entered his mouth - uninvited but not unwelcome. Matt licked her tongue in reply and tasted a salty sweetness that was surely a residue of his own excitement. Far from repulsing him, he felt even more turned on. Desperate now to see Clara naked, his hands pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders. Clara broke off the kiss and stood up. Matt shuffled back on the couch a little. Clara wriggled out of her dress and it crumpled to the floor. She wore no bra or panties but had only stockings and a garter belt. "That's more like it," Matt murmured approvingly. Clara placed a naked foot in his lap. "Would you do the honors, sir?" She wriggled her toes on his cock as he leaned forward to undo the stocking clips. After unclasping the clips, Matt ran his hands down Clara's warm smooth leg pulling the stocking down as he went. She lifted her foot from his crotch so he could take it completely off. She then replaced it with her other foot. Matt was afforded a prime view of her beautiful cunt lips and the landing strip of pubic hair leading down to them. His cock twitched at the sight, as well as at the contact from Clara's toes. He reached forward eagerly to remove the remaining stocking. This time as he slid his hands down her thighs his eye remained on her sex. He saw the lips open slightly as he moved her leg, and saw a slight glistening at her opening. He licked his parched lips and his cock grew erect once more. As Clara bent down to remove her garter belt, the TV monitor was suddenly revealed to Matt. The table where Julien and Susan had been sitting was now empty. Clara stood straight again, blocking his view of the screen, and she noticed where his eyes had been directed. She cupped her breasts with her hands and put on a mock-insulted expression. "What would you prefer to be looking at?" Matt cursed inwardly for ever taking his eyes off the naked goddess that stood before him. But Clara had turned and reached for the remote. "Oh - you're thinking of our agreement aren't you? I'm allowed to do whatever Susan does." No, no, I want to fuck you right now! Matt almost yelled out loud as Clara flicked through several different camera angles. "I have no doubt at all as to what they're up to," she added. "See? Told you." The screen revealed a small bedroom. A naked Julien was flat on his back on the bed with Matt's once demure wife also naked and straddling him and getting the fuck of her life by the look of it! Clara turned the television off and turned back to Matt. "Satisfied?" she smirked. For answer, Matt glanced down at his lap where his cock stood at full attention. He hadn't been able to get this hard again so quickly since college days! Clara came to him and sat on his lap. They both sighed as he slipped easily inside her. Matt was surprised when she then shifted her legs up, placing each foot and ankle over each of his shoulders. She forced him to swivel his body around so his own legs were stretched out on the couch and she could arch her body back and support herself by clasping his ankles. She milked his cock up and down with her vice-like pussy. Matt thus his pelvis upwards to meet her down strokes, grunting as he did so. With his initial tension released somewhat by Clara's blow job, Matt enjoyed a slightly slower build-up to his next orgasm. He reached forwards and caressed Clara's tits as she continued her sexual gymnastics on his body. He pulled at her nipples making her moan. As his need and passion increased Matt became a bit frustrated that he could thrust as hard as he would like with her weight on top of him. Taking the initiative for the first time he pushed Clara right off him. He saw her smile as he directed her to turn away from him and lean over some cushions at the end of the couch. Matt's erection was slick with Clara's cunt juices as he lined himself up again to take from behind. She spread her cunt lips open with her right hand and twisted to look him in the eye. "Nail me!" she demanded. Matt happily obliged. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Julien smiled as Susan meekly stripped off her bottoms and knelt back over him. He noted that it was Susan who now deliberately reached for his cock and lined it up with her slit. His hard-on was coated in her juices and it slid nicely back and forward along her snatch as she rocked her pelvis again. He could feel the pace of her rocking increase and she pressed down into him with more insistence than before. Her breathing was coming in ragged gasps and her cheeks were flushed. He wondered if she might come just like this. He would prefer to get inside her first though. And he wanted her to beg for it. At her next forward pelvis thrust, Julien arched his back slightly which caused the tip of his cock to press directly on her opening. Susan gasped with pleasure and her eyes widened further. She paused her rocking motions, holding her position - his cock poised at her entrance. He knew she wanted him to take her right now, to spear his hot rod into her smouldering depths. Still he made no move and neither did she. Her fingers, resting on his chest before, were now digging deeply into his flesh. She closed her eyes. She was softly moaning "Oh fuck, Oh fuck" over and over to herself. Her orgasm was close. Julien moved so that the tip of his cock began to open her up, then held it there. Susan's eyes flew open and she looked down at him, begging him, willing him to fuck her. When he made no move to proceed any further she could take it no more. "Please," she gasped. "Please. Do it. Do it NOW!!" Julien thrust himself up and into her. Susan cried aloud, her back arched and her body shook as her long-awaited orgasm overwhelmed her. Julien's cock was only half-way in. He held it there as her cunt walls spasmed around him. He enjoyed their milking action but watched the woman on top of him in awe. Her orgasm was so primal, so uninhibited. And this was just the first. He withdrew somewhat as her trembling settled down until again the tip was just inside her. She opened her eyes again and looked at him dreamily. "How was that?" he asked softly. "Fuck me some more," she replied. Happy to oblige, Julien pressed firmly up inside her again, this time pushing further, stretching her opening beyond what her husband had ever been able to do. Gradually more and more of him disappeared inside her wetness. Susan seemed genuinely surprised she could take so much into herself. Soon he began to rhythmically move in and out. Susan put more of her weight onto his chest through her arms and started to meet his thrusting with her own. She began to pant and moan again. Julien grabbed her hips and thrust faster and harder. Susan's moans grew louder and louder until she cried out "Fuck, I'm going to cum again!". It wasn't the last time she uttered those words that night.
Mature Fantasy Club Ch. 03	53,306	4.5	239,473	[ "group", "elderly", "seniors group sex" ]	Part 1 As Bill and Cecilia were lying in bed Thursday night, they were reminiscing about the Club's events that morning. "Bill, what were you doing with Wendy this morning? I thought you were supposed to be going to a bedroom while Rhonda and I were romancing Jay." "Wendy pleaded with me to stay in the viewing lounge to see what Don and Jim would do with Lauren. She asked if we could mutually masturbate while watching." "It looked like you were doing more than that." "Yeah. I got her off the planet with my little oral buzz. She said she owed me and I think it will fun to collect. In fact, I would like her to give you a chance so we could be a threesome." "Sounds like fun." "I heard you screaming. Was it good?" "Yeah, I think that was Jay's first experience with Viagra. He just wouldn't go down. So after Donna and I did our thing with him, he had plenty left. His poker was hot and firm. I loved it inside. I had a 10 orgasm!!" "Are you going to help Jay and Lauren install a camera in one of their bedrooms for next week?" "No. Wendy told me that we should leave their house alone for the time being. We may want one house without cameras in order to stimulate verbal interchange in some of the games." "Oh, I wonder what that fertile imagination is planning now. Wendy really does like to organize. In fact, she has been pushing me to have cosmetic breast surgery. What do you think?" "You know I love your slender body the way it is. You look like a model." "Yeah, but I do have the smallest breasts in the group. I am positively flat chested." "But the extension of your clitoris when aroused is something else. Most women have small bud. Yours is like a grape when stimulated. And the control you have over your vaginal muscles is superior, probably from your Kegler training. And now that we have been in this Club, I know that few other women can match your sexual prowess." Cecilia's Story This was the second marriage for Bill and Cecilia. Cecilia had been married for twenty years to an over controlling man who wanted to make all the life decisions, including when and how to have sex. After one child, they stopped. He insisted she have her tubes tied because he wanted no more children. Cecilia reluctantly did as he wished, but she always regretted it. And after their son left for college, she found life with her husband to be intolerable. He wanted her to dress a certain way and cook a certain way. He was mentally abusive. And their sex life, never lively, further deteriorated into weekly quickies, mainly to satisfy his physical needs. She finally got enough courage to leave him. While she couldn't return to the modeling she loved, she got a job as an office manager in a modeling agency. After a year's separation, they were divorced. She was 49. Bill was an advertising salesman who had the modeling agency where Cecilia worked, as a client. That's how they met. He used to banter with her when he visited. After he learned that she was divorced, he seemed to find more reasons to stop by the agency. He finally asked her for a date. Bill was 55 and had been divorced for several years. His wife left him to "find her own space." Bill was very home oriented and doted on his two children. His son had recently married and lived in the area. The daughter worked in a mid-western city, about two hours flying time, and was still in the dating game. Cecilia and Bill dated for about a year. Neither was certain they wanted to get married again. But neither liked living alone. A small ceremony with just family and a few friends was held. During the courtship, they weren't exactly celibate, but they only had a few modest experiences. Bill's previous wife had been very experimental, but Bill didn't want to alarm Cecilia by being too aggressive. Cecilia, alternatively, had a more conservative sex life. She liked it in the beginning of their married life. But her ex-husband's quickie, me only mentality left her frustrated and turned off. The one thing that Bill did that sold Cecilia is that before and during sex, he asked what she liked and didn't. Surprised and delighted, Cecilia reciprocated. Both were determined to have a better relationship than with their exes. Once they married, they researched and experimented with various sexual positions and approaches to please each other. Oral sex became a big part of their life. Cecilia often took Bill's flaccid penis in her mouth and sucked it to true hardness and eventual ejaculation without stopping, to Bill's overwhelming gratitude. Bill learned how to do an oral buzz on Cecilia's grape-sized clit, driving her to the heights of orgasmic pleasure. Bill did some research on the G-spot and found that when he found and stroked hers, it was extraordinarily stimulating. One time after Bill had tongued her to an explosive climax, they decided to try for multiples. Cecilia draped her legs over a pillow, raising her buttocks up and allowing Bill easy access to her vagina. Inserting two fingers inside, Bill began stroking the fleshy sponge, near her urethra. After several minutes, Cecilia said, "Bill, it feels like I've got to pee. The pressure is growing." "Wait, I'll get a towel." Bill kept aggressively massaging and pressing on her G-Spot. "Don't worry, let it loose if you need to." "No, the urgent feeling has gone." The warm glow was building inside her vulva, seeping deep into the pit of her stomach. Her mind, sexually stimulated by one orgasm, was laced into deep reverie, focusing on the next explosion. "Oooooooh, here I cummmmmmmm." A series of small never-ending electrical shocks filtered through her body. During her continuous climax a small stream of white liquid splayed from her vagina on to the towel. "Bill, this is unbelievable. Don't stop!!" Her body climaxed in a series of continuous orgasmic shocks, her body shaking as her pelvis contracted again and again. After several minutes, she couldn't take anymore. "Ok, I had enough." She had to catch her breath. "Bill, I'm not sure what that was, but if it was an orgasm, it was the most incredible orgasm ever." "I've read about women ejaculating, almost like men." " I felt my insides flushing. It was different, but it felt great. We should do it again, but not too often. I'm afraid I couldn't take it." Occasionally, Bill and Cecilia engaged in erotic games they could act out in privacy of their own bedroom. One of their favorites was to be caught by their parents masturbating. Playing the aggrieved parent, Bill or Cecilia would burst into the bedroom while the other was closing their eyes, masturbating. Instead of being chastised, the "parent" became part of the scene, sometimes mutually masturbating and other times, engaging in the sex acts with their "child." Both of them found engaging in taboo incest to be licentiously arousing, often leading to intense and physically rewarding ejaculations and climaxes. Somehow the topic of erotic games came up in a conversation with Jim and Wendy, their new friends at the retirement community. Eventually, this led to the formation of the Mature Fantasy Club. Wendy was looking for a way to help Jim overcome his erectile dysfunction. Cecilia thought of it as extension of her new sexual liberation, aided by her confidence in Bill's attraction to her. "Cecilia, we are the hosts for next Monday. Do you want to discuss options? We will have a hard time beating the Harem Theme." "I don't think we should become competitive in sexual design. Each event has its own benefits." "You're right." "In any case, I had a discussion with Wendy after this morning. She suggested, get this, "Gee That Hits the Spot." "Hmm. If that's what I think it is, it sounds intriguing. We have encouraged the use of the G-Spot before, but Jay and Lauren weren't members." "She left the details to us. She thinks you have the answers when it comes to the G-Spot, and frankly, so do I." She looked deeply in his eyes through wisps of moisture-forming tears, snuggling together as clouds of drowsiness pressed around them, lulling them to sleep." Part 2 Monday morning, promptly at 10, the group assembled in Bill and Cecilia's living room. Bill took center stage. He had a couple of dildos in his hand. "Last week we were treated to a harem, which I think you would agree, was particularly pleasurable to the males in our group. Today, we are going to turn the table and do something special for our women. Several months ago, we did a discovery event, learning about the G-Spot. Today, we are going to put into practice what we learned. The title is "Gee, That Hits The Spot." Lauren perked up. "I have heard that some women don't have a G-Spot." "My research on the internet indicates that quite a few women have a G-Spot, but the sensitivity may vary. When we tried it last time, Wendy and Rhonda confirmed it was very stimulating. And I know that Cecilia enjoys being massaged there. Also, we men need to practice our techniques. And in this event, our women's needs have to be put first. Not that we can't be excited ourselves from enjoying the pleasure being experienced by our partners." Don piped up "I am willing to try it again. The man has to do the work; the woman receives most the benefit. But it certainly was fun. Based on your call, I took no Viagra today." "Ok, since we are hosts and have the most experience, Cecilia and I will act as helpers, circulating around. Because of what we're doing, we going to have each married couple play together instead of our usual—so Don and Rhonda will go to Bedroom 1, Jim and Wendy to Bedroom 2 and Jay and Lauren to Bedroom 3." Jay questioned. "What are the dildos in your hand?" "Oh yes. Each of the Bedrooms will have one of these special curved dildos, which can be used to replace your fingers on the G-Spot. Especially, in the beginning, I have found that this is a good way to get the juices flowing, until the G-Spot starts reacting. Your wife will tell you when that is. As we did last time, it is a good idea to have your wife have an orgasm early on, using more traditional methods." Rhonda. "Anything else, Bill. My sex glands are getting hot, just talking about it. I don't know about the rest of you, but I want to get started." "Just that I have this diagram for Jay and Lauren, which helps you locate the right spot. Ok, Cecilia and I will be visiting each of you shortly." "Oooooooh, that feels good Don, keep it up." Taking Bill's advice, Don was tonguing Rhonda to orgasm as she spread eagled on the bed, her bare pussy, twitching in eager engagement. Rhonda never tired of cunninglitis. In contrast to their early married years when she had to sweat and work hard just to achieve a bit of sexual satisfaction, now she could relax and know for certain that pleasure, often great pleasure, was just a matter of time. She used to think that sucking a man's organ was on the nasty side. And certainly him ejaculating in her mouth was regurgitating. But though she still wasn't crazy about it, the pleasure she received clitorially was more than worth it. As Don was sucking, she stroked her breast, tweaking her extended nipple as she closed her eyes, lapsing into sexual reverie, focusing on the last time she was G-spotted. Don stroked her naked pussy, as his tongue worked in and out, never leaving her arousing bud. After a few short minutes, Rhonda's body tensed, her breasts heaving. "I love it!!!!!!!!!! The final climatic moment shook her huge breasts, as usual. Don picked up the dildo with the curved head and gently positioned it an inch or two beyond the vaginal opening. "Rhonda, is that the right place?" " Just a little more inside." "Ok, I am turning on the vibrator to low. Can you feel it?" "Yes. I think you've got it. Oh gosh, yes, I feel the urge to pee. Oh shoot, the urge is stronger than the last time." "Should I shut off the vibrator?" "No. Not yet. I am feeling an amazing heat inside my vagina." Don rotated the vibrator around the G-Spot for several more minutes. Rhonda's was breathing heavily as sticky flows of secretions were emerging from her vaginal canal onto her labia. "I think you should shut down the vibrator." Quickly Don replaced the vibrator with stroking fingers inside her vagina. "Good, it was becoming overly sensitive. Just keep it up." "Oh Don, the sensations are wonderful." The secretion was flowing more heavily into and around Don's fingers. "Shoot, the pee feeling is stronger" A small squirt of white liquid flushed out of her canal setting off a climax, deep inside her uterus. Rhonda felt like she her uterus was turning inside out, with multiple electrical impulses throughout her body, radiating from her Spot. The couple was so intent in their interaction that they never noticed Bill's head peaking through the door. Don and Rhonda don't need any help, Bill thought. The same was true for Jim and Wendy, who seemed to be in a similar rapturous state. "Bill, I am going to navigate toward Bedroom 3 to assist Jay and Lauren. I want to do this myself." Bill suspected that Cecilia was going to do something that Wendy suggested, so he didn't intervene, preferring to view some of the scenes through the video cam. Cecilia entered the bedroom, finding Lauren with her knees bent and spread wide with her rump on a pillow, similar to the position she preferred. This position permitted Jay complete access to her private parts. Jay was inserting his fingers into Lauren, searching for her G-Spot. "Can I help?" Lauren. "Well, I guess so." "Do you think you have a G-Spot?" "I am pretty sure it's there," chimed Lauren. "Oh Gosh, I think he's there." Jay. "This feels a bit like a sponge" "You got it." Cecilia noted that Lauren was positive she had a G-Spot while Jay was unsure. She would have to advise Wendy that her assumptions were correct about Lauren's prior experience. Cecilia removed her clothes and knelt next to Lauren, stroking and kneading her beautiful breasts, occasionally using her lips to suck Lauren's hardened nipples, while Jay massaged her G-Spot. Lauren closed her eyes and recalled the wonderful massages she got from Nancy and Anne. Though they played with her spot, trying to climax was a virginal experience. Cecilia directed Jay. "Use your left hand to gently press her vulva while massaging her inside. And use your mouth on her clitoris as an additional stimulant." Lauren was in erotic seventh heaven with multiple pleasure points being stimulated simultaneously. She knew it was only a matter of time before she would explode. Cecilia changed positions to begin licking and sucking Jay's scrotum, which regressed into a tight arc. Confirming Wendy's information, Jay's penis expanded to seven plus inches with the additional stimulation. Cecilia began stroking Jay's expanded penis with rapid movements, stimulating Jay in turn to accelerate massaging Lauren's G-Spot and sucking on her turgid bud. Cecilia used her hand to stroke her own clitoris, which had grown to grape sized proportions. "It feels like a fire inside." Lauren expostulated. Her mind receded into its own space and time, with erotic images of past sex with Nancy and Anne flooding her brain. She was in her own zone, and there was no holding back. Orgasms exploded one after another from deep inside her and her vaginal wall began contracting with seismic eruptions, forcing Jay's fingers out. "Oh my G-d, Oh my G-d." She had a hard time catching her breath as stars burst inside her. It felt as though she had climaxed in two separate places, each converging into one stream tearing through her body, searching for an outlet. Almost simultaneous, Jay's semen began seeping out of his piss head and onto Cecilia's stroking hand. And then, Cecilia yelped as her masturbating finger rubbed vigorously on her unnatural protuberance, brought it to the ultimate step off spot. "I'm cumming too. Oh, I love it."
Hotel Room Cocksucker	60,723	4.49	585,088	[ "hotel", "transsexual", "personals", "classifieds", "businessman" ]	Larry leans back in his chair by the desk with his legs spread and his stiff cock pointing at the ceiling. I'm stripped down to my black bra, matching panties, thigh-high stockings and stiletto heels. My cock presses hard against the silky panties as I fall to my knees. Larry glares down at me. I wrap my lips around his throbbing dickhead. My head starts to bob. At first, I take half of his meat pole into my mouth. But I swallow more each time I go down. Our eyes are locked together in an intense lust stare. I'm careful to keep my teeth off his sensitive skin so that all he will feel is my warm wetness. His prick hits the back of my throat. I don't think I can take anymore. But then he puts hand on the back of my head and pushes hard, burying my nose in his curly hairs. I gag. He lets me up for air. I take a breath, and we begin to develop a rhythm. Larry is making me take all 10 inches of his cock into my gullet. He still has the hungry-lion glare fixed on me as he begins to tremble. I can tell he is trying to hold back, but it's no use. Larry grunts as he shoots his wad. I can't believe how much cum he blasts. It fills my mouth, spilling out the corners. His jizz drips down my chin as he pushes me away. I tilt back my head and show Larry the salty mess he has deposited in my mouth. He smirks. I close and swallow. I'm not Larry's first hook-up. He knows the deal. He doesn't have to make conversation while he puts on his khaki pants and blue button-down shirt. Larry dresses in silence while I savor the aftertaste of his cum. He says "thanks" and walks out of the hotel room without another word. I'm a secret cross-dresser. Something about putting on slutty lingerie makes me want to suck dick and get fucked up the ass. But I'm too embarrassed to be "out" about my sexual preferences. I live as a straight guy with a girlfriend and a job selling office furniture to corporate clients. But whenever I get the chance, I dress like a porn star and post a personal ad on craigslist seeking playmates. I've been cross-dressing for years. But Larry was my first hook-up in what was probably the greatest sexual adventure of my life. I had arrived in Chicago a day early for a meeting. I checked into my hotel and drove the rental car to a mall about a mile away. I set myself up with a complete outfit, starting with the bra, panties and stockings at Victoria's Secret. Then I swung through Fredrick's of Hollywood for a tight, black club dress and then on to Payless for the high heels. On my way out of the mall, I hit Claire's for a fake pearl necklace, matching clip-on earrings and cat-eye sunglasses. I picked up make-up and cheap perfume from a Walgreen's before heading back to the hotel. When I opened up the laptop on my bed, I already had several responses to my personal ad in my email inbox. Larry went first because he was looking for a quickie and was available immediately. He made it clear that he he wanted a blow-and-go. He wasn't interested in reciprocating. That was fine with me. I normally would have jacked myself off while sucking his cock, but I decided to save my spunk and channel my sexual energy into another hook-up. It didn't take long to find one. His name was Josh. Josh is behind me. He wraps his arms around me and cups his hands over my tits. His stiff cock presses into my ass. He plants his lips on my neck. Goosebumps pop on my arms. I know I'm not supposed to be gay, but his touch is too gentle to resist.. "I want you, baby," he whispers into my ear. "I want you, too," I say. He turns me around, pulling my hips into his. I drape my arms around his neck. We gaze longingly into each other's eyes. Up this close, I can see how much younger he is. I'm 35. He's not even 20. But age doesn't matter in this moment. "You're the sexiest woman I've ever seen," he says. I press my lips against his. Our mouths open. Our tongues play. He squeezes me tighter. Our stiff cocks rub together. Josh suddenly pulls his head back. "I won't hurt you," he says. "You can if you want," I say with a smirk. Josh pushes me. I fall back on the bed. He's smiling as he drops to his knees between my spread legs. He starts kissing my thigh, making his way from my knee to my pulsating cock. He puts his mouth on the head and blows his warm breath through the silk panties. Then he pulls back and starts working on the other leg in the same pattern. When he gets to my crotch, he licks the crease between my leg and my ball sack. It's unexpected. I almost cum but manage to hold back. He starts to peel back my panties. I stop him. He looks up, surprised. "No," I say. "Tonight is all about you-- your pleasure." "You're so sweet," he says. "Just get me ready for your cock," I say. "Take off your panties," he says. After I slip them off, Josh has me get in the doggy-style position on the bed. He spreads my ass cheeks and dives in head first, slipping his tongue directly onto my bung hole. He licks hard and fast. The passion he puts into it lets me know how badly he wants me. I'm beginning to think about what it will feel like to have him inside me. Josh reaches up and gently strokes my ball sack. The teasing becomes unbearable. I try to scream, but all that comes out is a hoarse whisper. "Do me, Josh," I say. "Do me now." He grabs the lube off the nightstand and squirts some onto his fingers. I reach back and spread open my cheeks so that he can grease me up. He starts by smearing the gel on the outside of my asshole. It's cool. The goosebumps return to my arms. He massages the outside of the hole, making tiny circles with the tips of his fingers. Then he slips one finger inside me, not far, probably up to the first knuckle. My ass hungrily accepts. He begins pumping his finger, slowly going deeper. I don't know if Josh has done this before, but he is good. Very good. My hole is completely relaxed, totally prepared for him. Josh can feel it. He pulls out his finger and takes off his pants, flinging them into the corner. Josh kneels behind me. I'm still holding open my cheeks for him. He puts the head of his cock against my lubed hole without pushing it in. He starts rocking back and forth, tapping the hole. Teasing me. Just when I don't think I can take it anymore, he shoves the head inside me. A sudden mix of pain and pleasure shoots through my body. "Uh!" I say. His cock is much thicker than it looked through his pants. He begins fucking me the same way he warmed me up-- slowly and progressively deeper. His hands are squeezing my hips. My hands have instinctively balled up into fists. I suddenly realize I'm moaning. Josh picks up the pace. His balls are slapping against my ass. He is penetrating at the perfect depth. Any more would be too painful. Any less wouldn't be intense enough. He starts to grunt. I can tell he is losing control. He is about to cum. "Pump it inside me," I say. I've sent him over the edge. He takes one last stroke, and he cums with a shudder, collapsing on my back. Josh pulls out. I start to turn over. He holds me in place. "Not yet," he said. Josh spreads open my ass cheeks and starts licking up his own jizz as it drips out of my asshole. I wand so badly to reach down and jack myself off, but I know. There is more fun coming later d later. When Josh finishes cleaning my butthole, he turns me over and gives me a long, deep kiss. I taste his salty spunk on his tongue. He gets up and starts putting on his jeans. "Baby," I say. "You can do me like that anytime you want." "When can I see you again?" he asks. "I'll be back in town next month." "So it's a date?" "It's a date." He walks out of the hotel room with a smile on his face. After Josh left, I went back to my computer to look for another hook-up. My hard-on was raging. I needed a grand finale. Boy, did I ever find one. The email came from a man named Don. I'm laying on the bed with my legs in the air. Don thrusts his cock into my lubed asshole. He looks angry, but I know he's not. He's just far gone in a lust haze. Don's pumps start slow and shallow, but he doesn't need much time to warm up. He is soon burying his whole cock inside me on each stroke. His thrusts become fast and hard, but he never loses control. Every push forward is done deliberately. I can tell he is an experienced butt-fucker. He knows exactly how to deliver the right mix of pleasure and pain. He grunts. I moan. We're staring hard into each others' eyes. "Fuck me," I say. He wraps his hand around my throat and squeezes just hard enough to cut off the air. I tray to gasp. Nothing comes. I feel my self start to fade. I'm blacking out. I don't struggle because I know I am totally in Don's control. But just before I go under, he releases my throat. Air fills my lungs. Adrenaline surges through my body. My heart is pumping. Goosebumps pop on my arms. It is the most amazing sexual thrill I've ever felt. Don chokes me again, this time taking me even closer to passing out. When he lets go, I almost cum, even though he hasn't touched my dick. But I manage to hold back. I want to keep the experience going. Don suddenly pulls out of me and leaps across the bed to his wife, who has been naked and dildoing herself next to me. He aims his prick at her face and starts to shoot. She is dripping with jizz from her hair to her chin by the time Don shakes the last drop and backs away. "You wanna fuck her?" he asks. I look her over. She has long, blond hair, big, natural tits and a hairy, early-1980s-style bush. Her pussy lips are glistening. I nod my head. "Then eat my cum," he says. I'm still wearing my bra as I slide my hips between her thighs and look down at her messy face. She moans as I pumped my cock inside her. Don's wife feels up my titties over the bra as I begin slowly licking the cum off her face. I swallow every salty bit of it. I'm trying hard not to cum, but it's no use. I blasted hard into her pussy and rolled off of her. "You're not done yet," Don says. "If you're going to use my wife's twat, you're going to have clean it up when you're finished." My jizz is already beginning to ooze out of her labia. I lay on my stomach between her legs and get to work, starting with the streams of cum on her thighs. Then I work my way to the pussy lips and finally thrust my tongue inside her. She grabs the back of my head and won't let go. Her pelvis bucks against my face. "Oh, oh, OH!" she says. She cums hard. Her juices run down my chin. Don and his wife dress quickly and head toward the door. "Call us next time you're in Chicago," he says. "I will," I say. They leave and door slams shut, leaving me with the taste of cum in my mouth and a bra on my chest. I feel like a piece of shit. I've spent $192 on women's clothing I will throw in the trash. I promise myself I will never fuck another guy in my life, but I know it's a promise I'll never keep.
Don't Look Back Ch. 14	8,260	4.62	956,733	[ "m/m erotica", "contemporary", "taboo", "incest", "father/son", "m/m romance" ]	They exited the dance floor and made the short trip to the back area in record time. There was a code of sorts that was used to determine the availability of the rooms. It was a simple system. Colored plastic cards were hung on the door knob—red, green, and purple. The one on top determined the occupancy of the room. Green meant no one was inside. Red meant 'stop, the room's in use', while purple meant 'yeah, someone's in there, but company's welcome'. That was for the more adventurous souls who enjoyed sex with more than one person at a time. Everyone was on their honor to use the cards, and there'd never been a problem with it so far. They passed the first couple of doors which displayed red cards. Lee stopped in front of one that sported a purple tag and reached for the knob. Marshall let out an indignant whoop without thinking. Lee turned to face him with a shit-eating grin. "Could someone possibly be jealous?" Marshall noted with chagrin the amusement in Lee's eyes. He scuffed at the floor with his boot, debating a suitable response, before he blurted out, "Yeah, I guess that'd be me. " Lee made no immediate reply. He took Marshall's hand, leading him farther down the hall until they found a door with a green card on top. He switched the card to red before they entered the room and closed the door. Then he pushed Marshall up against the door and claimed his lips, sucking Marshall's lower lip into his mouth. Releasing him, he murmured, "You don't need to be jealous. You're the only one I look at. You're the only one I see." Marshall warmed at his words. He knew Lee wouldn't lie to him. "I'll never leave you," Lee promised. "I told you that when we found you. I meant it then, and I mean it now. You and me, boy. Always." He reclaimed Marshall's mouth, and their tongues met in a glorious union of flesh. Marshall knew what happened hadn't been Lee's choice or his fault. But every once in a while, he just needed a little bit of reassurance. The décor of the room was simple. A single bed, nothing fancy, but the sheets were changed on a fairly regular basis, more than you got in some motels. A small wooden side table, if you needed to lay out a few things. Two or three chairs, in case of voyeurs. Each room was BYOL—Bring Your Own Lube, as well Bring Your Own Rubber. There were machines in the men's room that dispensed those, so there was no excuse for coming up short. Marshall and Lee had never used condoms. They were exclusive with one another, always had been and always would be. Lee already had his hands at Marshall's waist. He undid his fly and pulled down the zipper, freeing Marshall's leaking erection. Marshall toed off his new boots and shimmied his hips as Lee pulled the cords down his legs, before kicking them out of the way. His fingers were already working the buttons of the black shirt then it joined the rest of his clothes on the floor. Lee undressed quickly. When they were both naked, he gestured toward the bed. "Hands and knees," he directed, and Marshall obeyed. Marshall knew just how far apart to spread his knees, how to wriggle his ass in an enticing fashion. Lee's hand crashed against first one buttock, then the other, leaving heat in its wake. The bed dipped under Lee's weight, the springs creaking their protest. No telling how many bodies had done this exact same thing many times before. Partners was a popular place, both with men who needed a quick place to hook up, as well as couples who liked to be adventurous without having to go home to do it. "Head down, boy," Lee admonished. Marshall had been daydreaming; his fault entirely. He dropped his head into the proper position and accepted another swat to each cheek as penance for his inattention. He loved the structure of Lee's love, although the rules weren't always rigidly enforced. Just most of the time. And it was all done with love. Air hit Marshall's pucker as Lee parted his cheeks. He shivered at the coolness of Lee's breath as he blew across Marshall's entrance. Apparently, he'd been eating something minty, and the sensation was both startling and intense. Marshall shivered as Lee's tongue lapped at the sensitive skin of his perineum, licking at the underside of his balls as they hung down between his legs. His cock ached from inattention, but he didn't dare reach for it. That was so against the rules. Although he might, if he got horny enough, just to see what Lee would do about it. Might be fun. Lee's tongue was doing the most amazing things to Marshall's hole, dipping and sucking, but there was more to come. Marshall knew it, and he needed it. Needed Lee inside of him. Soon. He tried to curb his impatience, but the moan he inadvertently released was heartfelt. Lee ceased his ministrations, leaning along Marshall's back until his breath was warm in Marshall's ear, his cock nestled securely between Marshall's cheeks. "Tell me what you want, baby," Lee whispered seductively, his voice sending delicious shivers ranging through Marshall from his fingers to his toes. It didn't matter where they fucked, or how often they fucked, Lee continued to take Marshall's breath away on a constant basis. "Want you, Lee," Marshall moaned. "Need you inside of me." Lee grasped Marshall's cock and pumped it. "You want me to fuck you hard?" he teased. "Want my cock inside your hot ass, do you?" "With all my heart." Marshall bucked into Lee's hand. He tried not to whimper, but he was quickly losing control.
Hotel Rooms are for Horny Boys	178,132	4.66	1,844,797	[ "first time gay", "seduction", "gay anal", "first time lesbian", "straight guy", "oral sex", "hotel sex", "shower", "voyeur", "spring break" ]	This story includes alcohol, seduction, and the kind of sex that might make you squirm in your seat if you're reading this on your laptop during the middle of a college literature class lecture. Pick your moment of enjoyment carefully. Alec and Ronan tossed and turned beside each other in the hot hotel bed sheets as their drunken stupors had yet to even come close to wearing off. In the second bed some five feet away from theirs, their girlfriend's slept soundly off of their two bottles of wine and sleep masks. The boys had made quite an embarrassing show of themselves at the last bar of the night and the pursuing fight with the ladies had lasted all the way back to the resort until the girls had said they had had enough and as punishment, the boys would be sleeping with each other that night. It was supposed to be a fun spring break vacation for the ages. The two couples had known each other all through college thanks to their shared majors and the idea of doing a fun, Cancun resort for Spring Break had sounded like an amazing idea. It was the first night of their weeklong stay at the all-inclusive property and the guys had gone too hard and too fast on all the available tequila shots and beer going around. By the time they'd finished their night at one of the many on-property bars, they were sloshed and giving their ladies all sorts of problems. After helping them avoid getting in a fight, apologizing after an entire spilled table of drinks, and just generally making sure they didn't wander off into Mexico somewhere, the girls were at their wit's end. Once they'd gotten back to the room the decision had already been made. After forcing both of the guys to take showers to wash off the stink of their sweat and suntan lotion and spilled beer, the girls stripped down to their panties and t-shirts, hopped into bed together, and told the guys to sleep off their assholery in the other bed. The eye-masks were put on, the window was left open for the sounds of the nearby ocean waves, and the boys were left to climb into the other bed themselves. They'd each thrown on a pair of boxer-briefs after the shower but that was it. They were drunk and it didn't really matter. The guys were bummed that they wouldn't be getting any on their first night of vacation. They had even joked with each other earlier that day about the fact that they'd be having a side-by-side fucking contest due to the shared room setup. Who could make their girlfriend cum first? Who could make their girl moan the loudest? Now it was all for not. Their girlfriend's were a couple of college knockouts. Abby was Alec's girlfriend—the witty college senior with the straightened bangs and the ass for days and the sarcasm of her older brothers. Jenna was Ronan's muse—the reformed punk girl who was brilliantly smart and covered with Suicide Girl tattoos and full of big ideas. Both girls were sexy and clever and ready to burst out into the world's workplaces and change some shit for real. But for now they were four frisky adults on Spring Break in Mexico with a bag full of mind-altering substances and week full of party plans ahead of them. Unfortunately, those plans hadn't included Alec and Ronan being this idiotic on their very first night in town. And so the boys tossed and turned beside each other as they tried to fall asleep. Alec had his back to Ronan as he slept on his side facing the girl's bed. His brain was still tequila-fuzzy and he absent-mindedly played with his boxer-sheathed hard-on below the covers as the alcohol and his young hormones did what they always do. Ronan too was feeling the horny buzz of the booze running through him. He was lying on his side facing Alec, and because Alec was facing away from him he pulled his cock out and began to lightly jack himself. He hoped that if he did it silently enough Alec wouldn't notice. Alec was still rubbing his own cock through his boxers and was really feeling it. He was so wasted. He felt the bed shaking a little and realized slowly through his fog that Ronan was jacking off. Well, he thought, if Ronan was jacking off he was going to, too. Alec slipped his boxers all the way off and was fairly obvious about it. He didn't care if Ronan knew since he obviously hadn't cared that Alec was in the same bed when he started playing with himself. Once Alec was naked he kicked the sheet off of him to expose his ass and also so he could jack off easier. He was still on his side facing away from Ronan and now both boys jacked off as silently as they could together in the dark. They both seemed to understand the horniness of their situation and it was kind of almost like a bonding experience through their drunken haze. You could only see a little bit in the room due to some path lights outside the windows of their big, two story suite that they'd booked at the fancy resort. But it was enough for Ronan to see the silhouette of his friend's exposed ass as they jacked off together. They did this for a while quietly, jacking themselves very slowly, almost as if they were edging together. For anyone that's ever tried to jack off in a room with other people (summer camp, sleepovers, etc), you'd know that it's a very delicate procedure. The boys took their time and enjoyed the way it felt to play with themselves knowing that they both knew the other was playing right next to them. Alec liked knowing that Ronan was hard and jacking off right behind him. And Ronan kind of liked that he got to stare at his friend's ass while he jacked off...that was hot for some reason. A sexy ass was a sexy ass in the end. Ronan wasn't exactly sure why he did this, but he scooted closer to Alec's side of the bed. Alec could feel the bed shift weights in that familiar way. He knew that Ronan had gotten closer. Then Alec did something strange and he wasn't even sure why he did it exactly. He pushed his own body back a little bit. And for some reason, he pushed his ass back the most. They continued to subtly shake the bed as they jacked off. It seemed like with each new passing minute, some new centimeter of space between them would be swallowed up by some unexplainable sort of tractor beam. Alec could feel Ronan's breath now near his neck, and he could hear the light fwapping noise of his friend's hand moving up and down on his cock. He was so rock hard from their closeness. Then Ronan pressed his crotch forward a little bit and Alec could feel his friend's cock bump his ass cheek. For whatever reason, Alec didn't flinch or scoot away. He pressed his ass back to get more of Ronan's cock against him. The boys were practically holding their breath now. Alec lightly played with his cock as he felt his friend's dick for the first time against his body. What the fuck was going on? This was crazy. But he liked it. Ronan was getting crazy horny now. Alec's round buttocks was rubbing up and down against his dick as they both grinded against each other in the darkness of that hotel suite, trying to stay as quiet as they could so as not to wake the girls. Ronan reached out and placed his hand on Alec's ass. He massaged it for the first time and Alec bit into his own finger as he tried not to freak out. He was horny and scared and had no idea where this was coming from. Alec felt Ronan's sizable cockhead as it pressed up against his asshole for the first time. OH MY GOD!!!! WERE THEY ABOUT TO HAVE SEX??? Alec didn't even realize that's where this might be leading...he thought it was just a mutual sort of masturbation thing...but now he couldn't stop thinking about it. He pressed his ass back against his friend's cock again. He liked the way it felt wedged up against his hole like this. He was so nervous and turned on all at once. Then he felt Ronan take his hand off of his ass for a moment. Ronan brought it up to his mouth and silently slobbered some big globs of his saliva onto his fingers and then brought them down to Alec's asshole. He massaged his spit into his buddy's waiting orifice and Alec gasped as he tried to slow down his breathing. He instantly understood what Ronan was doing. Ronan covered his own cock with his spit too, and then he slid down Alec's body and pressed up against him fully as he placed his cock at the entrance of his friend's hole again. Alec grasped his pillow and put his mouth against it as he felt Ronan push the head of his swelled cock into his opening for the first time. He was so big. He pushed the head past Alec's sphincter and it took every fiber of his being not to moan out in painful lust from this shocking invasion. Alec couldn't believe that he actually had a cock in his ass. He had a cock in his ass and he wasn't turned off by the idea. Ronan was so hard from the incredible tightness of his friend's booty. He rocked back and forth a little as Alec enjoyed the little thrusts of his friend's first few inches. Then Ronan brought a hand up over Alec's mouth and he pushed further into him. Alec moaned a little and Ronan leaned in to whisper "shhh" in his ear as his first six inches were now inside his friend's ass. He held his hand to Alec's mouth and then seven inches were inside of him. He nibbled on Alec's earlobe and then eight inches were inside of him. He kissed Alec's neck when the final half inch had pressed into him and Alec could feel his friend's ball-sack pressed against his ass. Fuck. This was... Fuck. Ronan pulled out half way, and then pressed back in fully. He fucked Alec like this for a while. He opened him up dutifully, making the thrusts stay deep and allowing his ass to fully flower around its first cock. Alec's mouth stayed open and his eyes stayed closed and rolled up into the back of his head as Ronan pushed a finger into his mouth. Alec sucked on Ronan's finger like he was sucking on a cock, and Ronan suddenly realized that Alec would definitely suck on his cock if he made him. This was getting hotter by the nanosecond. Ronan began to pull out a little further and push back in a little harder. They were thankful the bed didn't have loud springs. The only sound was that of shifting sheets, but it was quiet enough to not wake the girls so long as Alec could keep his moans muffled. Ronan began a sloshy plopping into his buddy's buns as he continued to apply spit provided from Alec's own mouth down to his cock as he took his best friend completely from behind. Ronan couldn't believe how hot it was to fuck a guy's ass or that his friend was so willingly taking a cock for that matter. But there would be time for all that shit later. All that mattered right now was that they were both extremely horned up and loving this forbidden romp while their girlfriend's slept soundly in the bed right next to theirs. Alec had been fingered before by Abby during a particularly kinky blowjob...but that was his only experience with having something in his ass. He hadn't even considered the possibility. But here, in this spring break bed only feet from his passed out girlfriend, his best friend's cock was showing him the joys of prostate stimulation over and over and over again. He only wished that he could moan out louder from how good it felt. But that made it even hotter...not just being fucked by a guy...but doing it in sneaky silence. Boys will be boys after all. Ronan was bringing his cock all the way out and all the way back in and Alec started to jack his cock off along with the amazingly full feeling of his ass. Alec was delirious. He was so turned on and his cock was throbbing harder than it had in a long time. This was like first-time sex kinda hard. He jacked his cock off in time with Ronan's impaling manhood. He loved the way his friend filled him up so completely. It was the strangest pleasure he'd ever experienced—pain and tingling nerve-endings made their presence known for the first time ever. "I'm gonna cum soon," Ronan whispered into Alec's ear and Alec was so fucking turned on by that. He was not only being fucked for the first time ever...he was being fucked bareback...and he was about to take another guy's cum in his ass for the first time in his life. That blew his mind. He could feel his own cock getting close. He gyrated his ass back on Ronan's cock as Ronan began to really stuff him. The sheets were really swishing now as they both hurtled towards completion. "Fucckkkkkk," Ronan whispered into Alec's hairline as his monster of a cock exploded into his friend's ass. Alec road him all the way through his orgasm and soon felt his own cock ready to explode. He clamped down as he held Ronan's cock all the way inside of him and pressed up against his sensitive prostate as he wildly splooged all over his chest and belly. He came so much and he sucked on two of Ronan's fingers all the way through his own orgasm. Ronan kept his cock inside of buddy's ass and ran his hand down to play with Alec's cum all over his chest. He covered his fingers in the salty cream and brought them back up to put them in Alec's mouth. Alec sucked his own cum down for the first time because that's what Ronan wanted him to do. It was as simple as that. The boys lay there together as Ronan's cock slowly deflated, still inside of Alec's butt. After they'd fully come down from their crazy orgasms, Ronan grabbed the sheet and pulled it over them completely. The booze and the exhaustion of the day and the amazing aftermath of their unexpected late-night fuck had them falling asleep immediately. Within minutes they had started to drift off, still naked beneath the sheets together, and their minds danced off to the dreamlands of what had just happened. A couple of feet away, Abby was coming down from an orgasm of her own. Jenna's fingers were still inserted into her pussy from behind and her own hand rested against her clit where she had been rubbing herself for the past five minutes. The girls had woken up unexpectedly from Alec's poorly hidden noises. The boys didn't realize how loud they were actually being due to how drunk they were. They also couldn't see the girl's faces in the dark of the room, but the light from the window lit up the boy's bed enough that both Abby and Jenna could see what they were up to. Jenna had scooted up behind Abby after both girls had woken up from the noise. "I think they're fooling around with each other." She had whispered as silently as she could in her friend's ear. Abby couldn't believe it. Jenna couldn't either. But, they were incredibly turned on by the sight. The girls were lying in a mirrored position of the boys and rather than stop them and ruin their fun, they watched in silence as Ronan began to press more of his cock into Alec's ass. The girls both gasped a little as they saw the boys slowly begin to fuck. Jenna's hand was holding Abby's on the top of her panty-line as they enjoyed the show they were being given. "Looks like your boyfriend is really enjoying my boyfriend's cock," she whispered ever so silently into Abby's ear. Abby could feel her pussy becoming very wet as they watched Alec being split in two by his first ever breeding. Abby reached her hand into her panties and began to play with herself and Jenna took the opportunity to massage her friend's soft, round booty over her tight cotton boy shorts. Both girls were incredibly turned on by their masculine men having sex with each other. It was unexpectedly epic in the kinkiest of ways. Jenna realized that Abby was really getting into playing with herself while they watched and she began to grind her own pussy into her friend's leg from behind. The girls entwined their legs as Abby lay more on her stomach now and spread her legs. Her hand was still pressed down into her panties as she rubbed her clit. She was watching her boyfriend's face as he took his first cock. It was erotic as fuck. Jenna spread her own legs over Abby's left leg and began to grind against her and the girls were really getting horny now. Abby felt Jenna's hand slip between her legs to rub her wet pussy lips through the thin cotton of her soft bedtime panties. Abby gasped a little as her friend played with her. She was so revved up from the gay fuck show going on in front of them. The boys had no idea the girls were awake and loving every second of this. Suddenly Abby felt Jenna pulling her panties down over her ass and she was totally fine with that. The girls were getting kinkier with each other now too. The boys weren't the only ones allowed to have their fun. Abby gasped into the pillow as she felt Jenna's fingers rub against her wet lips for the first time. She got them lubed with her juices and then slipped two fingers into horny her horny slit. Abby wanted to moan but she was kept her nerve. She was so turned on. Jenna rubbed her wet thong up and down on the back of Abby's thigh as she fingered her friend. They had made out before at a party and had some very close cuddle sessions, but they had never done anything like this. Then as Abby saw what looked like Alec getting close to climax, she couldn't hold back anymore. Her orgasm ripped through her body as Jenna expertly fingered her dripping pussy as she rubbed her clit in time with Alec's own jacking motions. She shuddered as she came hard all the way through Ronan and Alec's own orgasms. Jenna felt her own pussy pulsing as both girls made themselves cum as they watched their boys have their first guy-on-guy sexual experience. It was the most erotic thing they'd ever seen in their lives. The girls breathed in and out heavily as the boys did the same over on their bed. They were amazed as they watched them both drift off to sleep quickly. They alcohol and the sexual exhaustion had completely done them in. Abby rolled over to face Jenna after Jenna had removed her fingers from her friend's sexy pussy. They lay on their sides facing each other now. "Oh. My. God." Abby said in a whisper as the girls looked at each other deviously. "That was fucking hot." Jenna said, and Abby heartily agreed. "Do you wanna take a shower? The boys are totally out, they won't wake up until morning from all that booze in their systems." "Fuck yes!" Jenna said and the girls hopped up, newly energized from what they'd just witnessed and what they'd just done. They shut the large sliding door of their suites bathroom and slipped all of their clothes off. Jenna looked very sexy—soft white skin covered in sexy tattoos up her legs and arms. Abby was much more tanned—much more the innocent looking of the two of them, but good Lord she had an ass of a sex goddess. They'd been naked with each other plenty of times before, and they'd just fooled around with each other for the first time ever so they were feeling pretty comfortable with each other's nude female form. They stood next to each other in the spray of the water and allowed themselves to become enveloped in the steam of the room. "Has Alec ever done anything with a guy before?" Jenna asked as she grabbed the body wash they'd brought with them on the trip. "No! Never...he's never talked about any sort of fantasy like that before...trust me, I'd know, we talk about sex all the time. What about Ronan?" Abby asked, as she took the bottle from Jenna's hand and squirted a big glob of the stuff out onto her own hands. "Never. Totally straight. Would never do anything with a guy as far as I would've guessed." Jenna stated as she began rubbing herself with the sudsy soap. Abby too began to lather herself up with the expensive body wash and the girls found their eyes drifting over each other's bodies as they washed themselves. Jenna reached out and began to rub Abby's body and Abby did the same and soon the girls were washing each other in a sexy, intimate sort of way. "I thought it was so fucking sexy...watching them fuck like that." Jenna said, as her hands rubbed over Abby's breasts. "Mmmm, yes, so fucking sexy." Abby said and the girls closed the gap between them and made out in the spray of the water. They kissed for a long time like that, their mouths devouring each other as they discovered their curves in the shower. They both brought their hands down to each other's pussies while they kissed and began to play with each other again. "I want to see them fuck again." Abby admitted as she pushed her fingers into her best friend's hot slit. Jenna was soaking wet. "Yeah...I want to see them give each other blowjobs." Jenna said, and Abby loved that idea. "Maybe we'll have to find a way to play some sort of couple's sex game one of the next few nights...get them really drunk and stoned or something first, ya know?" Abby said conspiratorially. Jenna liked that idea a lot. "We could even do something really simple like Truth or Dare," she added. They played with their clits and kissed in between each of these thoughts as the water cascaded down their faces from directly above them in a large circle of rain. They were enjoying their own lesbian experimentation as the spring break trip slowly started to take on a whole new dimension. "How would we do it, you think?" Abby asked, thinking about how they could convince the boys to play with each other while the girls watched. "Well, we could be the first ones to do something sexual or kinky...you could like...dare me to make out with you or something and we could like, get really into it. Maybe we might get the boys so revved up that we'll make them have to do stuff if they want us to go further." Jenna suggested. Abby smiled at that idea. She was totally turned on at the thought of playing with her friend in order to seduce the boys into playing with each other. "Yeah, like, we could keep pushing the envelope with them. You could dare me to kiss you on the butt and when I went to kiss you there you could pull your panties down and say it's got to actually be on the butt...and instead of just giving your booty a peck I could like, suck on your ass cheeks for a couple of minutes." Abby said and she felt Jenna stick a finger back up her pussy as she shuddered against her friend's body while they plotted in the heat of the room. "Yeah, and maybe we could keep them moving along with us...we could force them to kiss each other...or kiss each other on the butt...or whatever...and even if they only gave each other little pecks, eventually, I'd dare you to take your clothing off with me, and we'd both be naked in front of them and they'd be getting super turned on and we'd all be pretty stoned and..." The girls were making out again as they talked about their naughty plan. It was so fucking sexy already just in their heads. Abby broke apart from the kiss and looked at her friend. "And eventually I'd dare you to eat my pussy in front of the boys...but you'd say that you would only eat my pussy if Alec sucked on Ronan's cock at the same time. And maybe I'd even lay down and spread my legs for you and we'd just stare at the boys to see if they wanted to keep the game going." Abby said. "Fuck. I mean, if they got so horny tonight just from being drunk and in bed together...I bet we can get them to play again with some pot and alcohol mixed together tomorrow night." Jenna said and the girls sucked on each other's lips as they spoke. They were getting hornier for each other now in the water's spray. "Good, then that's the plan. Tomorrow night we make our boyfriend's have lots of sex with each other while we watch. But I'm horny right now so will you please show me what you're going to do to me tomorrow night in front of the boys?" Jenna smiled at her friend and kissed down her body slowly. Abby watched as the dangerously sexy girl covered in tattoo's brought her cute lips up to latch onto her desperate pussy as she began to eat her out for the first time there in shower. Abby grabbed the back wall of the shower and pressed her pussy forward as they both enjoyed the feeling of being with another girl for the first time. Jenna lapped at her friend's pussy and thrust her tongue into her creamy slit as she massaged her friend's pussy walls thoroughly. The sex that followed was hot and hungry. They licked and fingered and grinded intensely as the boys slept out in the room, dreamily unaware after their own after-sex slumbers had begun. The phrase all-inclusive resort was already starting to take on a new meaning and they had only been there for a day. Maybe it WAS a good thing they had chosen a Secrets over a Sandals. After the girls had both cum from each other's tongues and even 69'd each other on the floor of the shower as the water drenched them just as much as they drenched each other, and after they'd stood against the wall and kissed each other like happy lovers for a long time, enjoying the way it felt to kiss something as soft as themselves for once, they turned off the spray and dried off and put their shirts back on but not their panties. They tip-toed back through the dark room where both guys were currently snoring. They slipped under the sheets and held each other at the waist and crossed their legs together as they rested their pussies on each other's thighs. They lightly kissed like this for a while. Then they fell asleep too—their minds drifting off to happy thoughts of their boyfriend's cocks impaling each other, with their own naughty Sapphic desires coming to life at the same time. To Be Continued...
Frankie's Story Ch. 07	17,787	4.81	758,271	[ "master", "slave", "second person pov", "punishment", "pizza", "kiss", "anal" ]	(This story interlocks with each chapter so if you come into this story other than the beginning, then you may well scratch your head at some of the comments within this chapter. I've tried to make this a glimpse into the lives and lifestyle of three people. They chose to keep there lives private, isn't it strange how life never lets that happen.) \* "Hello ... M ... Jack," said Samantha in a strained voice. "Hi Samantha, how have you been?" "Fine ..." She broke down and started sobbing. I could hear her repeating, "I'm sorry, master," over and over again. My heart broke listening to her but I stayed quiet on the line to give her time to pull herself together before continuing. "It's time you came home. Why don't you come to my office tomorrow morning?" Samantha arrived at the lobby in the morning and signed in for our meeting. Tony escorted her to my office, taking care that she was properly accompanied. She saw me leaning at the entrance to my office as she rounded the corner. She let out a squeal and rushed to me. Poor Tony didn't know what to do. Her rush up the corridor had caught him unprepared. I waved to Tony, around the sobbing woman in my arms letting him know it was okay. He sighed in relief as he returned to his desk. "She's badly hurt. You tried to tell me and I didn't listen. All the times I should have been talking to my sisters. Those are wasted times now and no matter what I do or say I can't get them back, can I?" I shook my head silently and held her tighter. "My sister warned me of the inner chaos that would follow and I ignored her. I thought I knew it all. I thought I had it all, but now when I think about it I had nothing. I've wasted so much time." Finally, she pulled away from me so she could look at me. "I have no right to ask this. Hell, I'm lower than pond scum for the way I have treated you all. Please, can you take me home? I know the owner of the company. I've even slept with him a couple of times. I'm sure I can get him to let you go early." I laughed. For the first time in what feels like forever, I actually laughed. Even Mrs. Gillins leaned out of her now open door to take a look before she smiled and went back into her office. Samantha didn't even want to drive and asked if she could leave her car and come home with me. She stared out of the window not saying a word as she hung onto my arm the entire journey. She was lost in thought until my hand touched her arm. It caught her by surprise and breaking into her musings, she jumped in her seat and let out a little gasp. She looked at me as if seeing me for the first time. "This is going to hurt isn't it?" There was a look of resignation in her eyes. I could see she knew what was coming and resigning herself to it as penance for her behavior, these last few months. "Yes. I could take you back to your car if you wish. We can both call this a learning experience and get on with our lives but, Samantha, the moment you enter that cabin you are mine and I will hurt you for the hurt you have caused our family. There is no Frankie inside to protect you and, other than your safe word, you have nothing. Do you trust me to know your limit?" She stared ahead vacantly fighting her inner demons. She broke out of her thoughts with a shake and exited the car. Samantha stripped out of her clothes as she approached the cabin and knelt on the porch in front of the door, much like the first time she was here. I came up behind her, collecting her clothes and knelt beside her. I could see the tears streaming down her face and her lips trembling in fear. She started rubbing the arm Arnold broke reflexively in her stress. I quietly asked her, "What is your safe word?" Her mouth opened but nothing came out. She started shaking all the while her eyes locked on the door in front of her. I touched her shoulder and asked her again, "What is your safe word?" "I ... can't." Samantha started sobbing harder and shaking. She gripped her arm tightly to herself digging her nails into her side. She flinched and pulled away from me when I tried putting my arms around her. I sighed as I watched her struggle. I stood up and extended my hand, "Come on, I can't let you go back home in the state you are in." Samantha gulped and slowly took my hand and I lifted her to her feet. I escorted her to her seat in the kitchen. I pulled a bottle of water out of the fridge for her, left her to change into my jeans and t-shirt and picked up a set of Frankie's clothes for Samantha. I saw her trying to drink but her hand shook so badly she couldn't get it to her mouth. She put down the bottle when she saw me. I placed the clothes in front of her telling her she needs to get dressed. "But... I don't understand. You've seen me naked before, hell we have even had sex, why the need for clothes?" What I said next stung her so much she was close to tears again. "Because I owned you then, but I don't own you now. You are a guest in my house." I almost didn't catch what she said next, as her head lowered to look at the tabletop. "Rosebud." I waited in silence. "My safe word is 'Rosebud'. Please, I can do this." "Sadly Samantha, I don't know if you can. You are fighting so hard against yourself I'm afraid you will break again and this time; I won't be able to put you together again. The slave within you either isn't strong enough or you have exhausted her to the point that she can't break free." She raised her head and looked into my eyes. I saw the fire in her that I saw at the lakeside when she was with her mother and me. It began to flicker to life again. Her doubts and fears were being pushed back, by her desire to return to us. "My safe word is 'Rosebud" I can do this," She said again through gritted teeth. Her eyes narrowed slightly and she refused to look away. "I carry your mark. You branded my soul that day at the lake. I am yours. I am your slave." "You may be now and you may even be in a day or two from here, but, once you're at home with your folks, Samantha, you will do everything in your power suppress the slave in you. I once had a conversation with your folks and it went something like this, 'At the moment the slave is holding onto Samantha, who in turn is holding onto Frankie.' But right now all I see is you, holding the slave by the throat and you have no intention of letting go." She blanched. She held herself rigid before speaking. "Slave is stronger than me, she scares me." I just shook my head and got up to make us both something to eat. We continued our conversation as we prepared lunch. "I have every intention of sending you home after lunch and telling you to come back when you're not talking so much crap. Slave reached out to you and all you did was pay her lip service. Can't you see you're allowing that animal that broke your arm to continue victimizing you? You're allowing him to dictate how you should live your life. You came here, hoping that I would go easy on you and let you wear my collar again and give you the status without the commitment we both require." "You know if I compromise and let you control the relationship, you will grow to resent all of us. You know deep inside you need me to take control for you to be content but you're too stubborn and too frightened to really let go. You are trying to control a situation that you can't control, out of fear. You need to ask yourself, 'Will I let my fear control me or will I trust the one man who will take care of me, control me?' You cannot be the slave you need to be and, therefore, the CEO you have to be, until you answer that question." "You make it sound like I'm a complete basket case." I smiled and shrugged. "All I'm doing is simplifying what is going on in your head. I know what happened still haunts you. I understand you don't want to get hurt again, but slave needs the pain to center her and make her whole. It is a horrible place to be in. Have you spoken to Frankie about this? You should, if you haven't." We sat and ate in silence. I cleared the table and cleaned the kitchen leaving Samantha to think through everything we discussed. It was clear to see she was still in deep turmoil. "We have talked about you being a slave. We have even touched on Frankie as being a slave. Do you know what Red is?" She looked at me as if as I asked her if the Earth was round. The only thing missing was the 'duh'. "She's a slave, like us." "Well, actually, no. I've never been one to put people into socially accepted cubbyholes. It's you girls that are comfortable with being called slave and it is your need to call me Master. Again, I understand that, even though I'm not exactly a card-carrying member of the BDSM society. I have, in fact, never set foot in a club and I have no desire to find a sub for an evening. Red isn't a slave. She's a switch. She is my submissive, but she is a dominant with Frankie, Shannon, and, possibly, you." I sat back and watched the wheels go around in her head. I would have enjoyed watching her piece together what I had just said and why I had said it in the first place if it weren't for the seriousness of the situation. "You think I'm a switch?" I shrugged my shoulders and continued to look at her. Samantha was completely befuddled not knowing how, what I had just said fit into the situation. I thought it best to put her out of her misery now. "In another lifetime perhaps, but this conversation is moot to be honest." She placed her elbows on the table as she leaned forward, her eyes tried to hold my stare. There was clearly a war going on in her head and one I believed, I no longer had a stake in. "Put your clothes on." "No. Explain what you mean." Samantha clearly winced, when she watched me lean toward her letting my anger show. "Heed these words with great care young lady. So far, you have fucked with my life. You have caused me, Frankie and Red an immense amount of grief. You have not given me one reason why I need to deal with you any longer. Therefore, I strongly suggest you do as you're told or get a fucking cab back to your car and get the hell out of my life. I will send your clothes back to you, when they are cleaned." We stared at each other across the table, neither willing to give in. This went on for what seemed to be hours before she broke our stare and slowly started dressing. I left the table taking my drink with me and went to the living room. Samantha followed me once she was dressed. She knelt on the floor beside my seat. She set her gaze on the floor and held her pose waiting for me. She must have heard me sigh but she refused to look at me. It was clear; she was not leaving without every option explored. I was still wondering to whom I was having this conversation with. "The slave within you reached out to you, when you found out about Frankie and me. You did all you could to ignore her, because of the scumbag that broke your arm. This is truth time Samantha. You have chosen him over your own wellbeing. You took the freedom that college afforded you to explore your slave self, while away from your parents, when you felt they would never understand. You trusted your boyfriend in this exploration but when he broke your arm, you turned on slave and blamed her for everything. You made her a scapegoat and when you returned to college, you did everyone who propositioned you to hide your shame and your pain." She winced as I recounted even this much. I'm sure her father didn't know any of this and neither did I, until Rebecca had told Frankie. I had struck home with what I'd said. "Frankie's life is compartmentalized. She can switch from Francine to Frankie so quickly and with so much ease that she cannot see those differences any longer. The reason is she trusts herself and her own judgment. She trusts me. You, on the other hand, trust no one, especially yourself. You fear your own judgment. You know slave trusts me but you can't trust your slave." Her head quickly rose and she stared at me. Her eyes misted up, shoulders slumped slightly and she lowered her head again before she nodded her head in acknowledgment of my statement. I let go of a breath, I didn't know I was holding. I may be breaking through her last barriers and I couldn't let up. "If you think I will relent and punish you and accept you back into our family you are mistaken. We still have a long ways to go. Shannon, Red and Frankie all have something in common that you don't." "All three of them have bared their souls to me. They have allowed themselves to be vulnerable to me trusting me, to safeguard their hearts for them. Much of what I have found out about you did not come from you. You came here demanding Red's status without working for it. You believe you just needed to show just enough to get everything from us. It doesn't work that way. You cannot be the slave you need to be if you don't trust your master enough to be fully open and vulnerable to him." "This may sound like a paradox but the more you open up to me and become vulnerable to me, the more I will treasure you and guard you." Her eyes narrowed slightly as she thought about what I had just said. "You, Samantha, have trust issues with men and quite frankly, I can't say I blame you. Perhaps you just heaped too much on yourself, too soon. I will be here and I will safeguard your collar for you, when you're ready. Maybe you do need to go home and decide whether you trust yourself and whether you trust me." Once again, Samantha looked up at me, her shoulders were straight and her chest automatically pushed itself out as air filled her lungs. "Please, my Master ..." I put my hand up to stop her, "I know you regret what has happened over the last few months. You want to prove to me that you want to be a slave with persuasive arguments. Ask yourself honestly, what do you have to say that you haven't said already? There is only one way to prove to me that you are ready for this and you know what that is." I looked at the clock in the kitchen. We had been talking well into the evening and, to be honest, I really didn't feel anything, had been accomplished. "Samantha, I'm starting to feel like I've filled your head with too much and you haven't had the time to absorb and work through everything that's been said here. It's getting late. You will sleep in the guest room tonight. My room is off limits to you. You need time and space to think. We will talk again in the morning. I will not violate your privacy as my guest. It's a hard rule. Go to bed." As I rose to take the cups into the kitchen, I heard her say something I had only ever heard Frankie say. "I will obey." She was gone when I had finished in the kitchen. I grabbed a bottle of water before heading out to the hot tub to relax. I heard both Red and Frankie's voices arguing for and against Samantha. I played over all the warnings and debates over accepting her. I had to chuckle when I remember Red clearly admonishing me for 'collecting waifs and strays'. She was right. I had laid everything on the line for Samantha. It may have been too much, but she needed every scrap of information so she could make the right choice for herself. It was up to her now and no one else could choose for her. I hoped she would make the right choice and would not allow that bastard to dictate the rest of her life for her. I know I would miss her terribly if she chose to leave. Her legs appeared next to me before I realized she was even there. She had slid into the hot tub before I could even stop her, not that I was going to try. She wanted to talk so why would I deny her? "Before you say anything, I'm wearing a bathing suit. I heard the hot tub turning on. I'm no rocket scientist, but it doesn't take one to figure out you're not going to bed yet and since I'm under orders not to sneak into our room to be with you, I can be with you here, albeit with this thing on." Ok, I smiled. What else could I do? What she did next caught me unprepared. Samantha climbed onto my lap and placed her arms around me, and then said, "I promised I would think about all that we have talked about and that's the truth but for now I need to be this close to you. I hope I get SOME indication that you still care for me. If it should ever arise, I will be satisfied but I will deny ever having ... um ... felt your care." This Goddamned woman always has a way of making me smile. I shook my head and drew her close to me, just not TOO close. "Tell me about the early days." Pulling my head back to look at her, uncertain of what she was asking of me. "The original gang of three, what was it like in the early days?" Once Samantha recognized the look of understanding, she settled her head on my shoulder as I reminisced about my past with Shannon and Red. She only interrupted when she suggested we move back into the cabin before we both turned into prunes. Even as we both got out of the tub, there was no respite. Samantha quickly dashed into my room returning with t-shirt and shorts and then dashed into hers to get the same. Samantha would ask a question here or there, as we both stripped down. I'm not sure if it was habit, but she dried me off and then went over to the couch to dry herself. The questions continued as we both dressed and she once again resumed her place on my lap, as my past with both girls was laid bare to her. Before either of us realized it, the sun had climbed over the ridge and was peaking into the day room and by then I was thinking about Shannon's funeral, Samantha pretty much knew the rest. "Go to bed and sleep in. I fully intend to, once I've left a message with work that I won't be in today." "That is one order I will gladly obey. Sleep well, my Master." She had already turned and headed for her room, I swear that girl swung those hips of hers just a bit more than she had earlier. I'm not even sure what woke me, just one of those feelings perhaps. Many years ago, Frankie was with Shannon and I, while my brother and Marci took a cruise. Frankie wasn't well. One of those twenty-four hour bugs that float around from time to time. Even though Shannon and I are sound sleepers, both of us woke instantly when we sensed that something wasn't right and just made it to her room in time to watch her be sick on the floor. I cleaned up while Shannon calmed a six-year-old Frankie after she had freaked out, not knowing what was happening to her. It was one of those moments. I woke sensing something was different in the cabin, it was then I heard crying. Samantha was knelt at the end of my bed, the tears streamed down her face. Even as my body moved to reach out to her, Samantha held up her hand to stop me. "Please, my Master. Last night I heard from your lips such a tale of love and I envied each of you. I have thought long and hard and this is my choice." Even as she said that, her arms extended so they took in the whole cabin, she blushed as her eyes once again settled on me, her words were calm and even, as though rehearsed. "I know I have to be punished for my actions over these last months. But this I give as my word, although I cannot equal my sisters, in my own way, my heart tells me I can aspire to be as good as them both someday." Again, her eyes rose to meet mine, not in defiance. Samantha wanted to make a point. "Your choice of a safe word for me is Rosebud. If I can ask but one thing from you, can you punish me after we have made love? I've missed your touch so much, and I need that to carry me over the pain I will endure for treating the status you gave me so shabbily." Even now, I still felt the urge to make sure she knew precisely what she was letting herself in for. "Take these words and keep them close to your heart. You are on probation; this is your last chance Samantha. You fuck this up and there is no second chance out there for you to grab hold of. All three girls came into our version of this lifestyle with their eyes wide open, they knew what was required of them and all accepted that. There is no compromise, you won't be earning, Samantha. You came here and pissed over all the chances you will ever have. You're running on empty young lady and for some time to come, it's going to be all uphill." Although the tears had stopped, it was still plain to see, she was still close to it. For such a long time, Samantha watched me waiting for me to add to my last comment. I didn't need to; the ball was in her court now. She watched as I leaned over to the bedside cabinet and pulled the drawer open. Seconds later her necklace arced its way towards her, she caught it mid-air with both hands and instinctively held it close to herself. "For a start, you don't get to ask shit from me. If you put that on it means you have heard and accept what I've said; we will draw this one line under all this and get on with this life and that includes me taking you into the playroom, before I make love to you. Remember, you have no rights in this, from now and for some time to come." Her chest rose as she slowly sucked in air. Samantha's eyes were glued to the necklace in her hands. She placed it on the bed and then stood. Her hands went to her t-shirt and pulled it off before pulling her shorts to the floor. The concentration on her face remained the same, even as she placed her necklace once again around her neck and knelt on the bed staring at my chest. "I will obey, and thank you for once again, reminding me of my place." There was something about her now, the way she held herself ready perhaps. Last night Samantha had actually thought about what was going to happen to her, about the way she had treated us all so badly over these last few months. She knew that her behavior had caused all of this. Today was her day of reckoning and she knelt expectantly, waiting for the punishment she felt and now understood she was due. I'm sure what caused her surprise was the way my arm came up and my hand opened up to her. Samantha looked at it, and then at me. Although the tears welled up within her, the thousand-watt smile kept them at bay. She clasped my hand ever so tightly as she crawled over the bed and between the covers. Our bodies melted into each other as the last vestige of restraint vanished, her tears burst forth and for some time, all I did was hold her tight to me as agonizing sobs poured forth. It was clear she was trying to say something and although the crying kept getting in the way, Samantha felt the need to say whatever it was. "I... I love..." The pent up emotions once again took her as she cried into my shoulder for a few moments. Again, she pulled air into her lungs, willing herself to stop crying as she pulled herself away to look at me, her hand came up and held my cheek and a small smile grew on her lips. "You were right, all along you were right. I am Samantha the businesswoman, and no one but you and my sisters will ever see the slave within. That is my gift to her and all of you. Should any of you ring me, I will answer, regardless of what I'm doing, should you need me, I will be but a plane ride away. Last night I heard a tale of such love between three people that my heart burst with shame, that I had come so close to walking away from this and pride, that the slave that I am will share in it. I came to my senses last night, my Master. Please find it within yourself, to forgive this idiot." Her other hand came up and now both held my face, her eyes bored deep into my soul. Samantha took but a moment to finish what she wanted to say. "I love you. I love my sisters and I will make you all proud of me, as you test me. Should this slave ever waver, I know I have you all at the end of a phone and here in this special place. This slave had it all and came so close to losing it all, you gave me this last chance and that is all I need to prove to you that you have this slave for life. I love you my Master." She stopped talking. The feeling that a 'but' was hanging in the air was there also. The pause grew, in both time and unease. Finally, Samantha spoke once again. "My soul is laid bare to you, there is but one thing I have left to give you. It grew in me because of the answer you would give me... No. It grew because of the answer I feared you would give me. Who is the woman under you right now? Are you fucking Mitchell Harper's daughter?" Now I understood why she held my head so tightly. Her eyes gave her away; the emotions within her were finally at peace. She was slave and she wished me to see her. To know that special person within her, that for now, she was in control and this was the first time she had admitted it to anyone. Reinforcing that statement, by telling me of her love and her one doubt, fed upon itself to the point of almost destroying her own happiness. "Know this. Seal it in your heart, you are Samantha Harper. That will never change, when you are here, on the phone to us and I do include Red and Frankie in the 'us' part, you are slave. We both have a business to run but we cannot sacrifice the 'us', to do it. You are slave when you are expected to be and when you need to be. It is also, why you are never called anything more than Samantha. Mitchell Harper's daughter isn't here, Samantha is." Her eyes welled up again, as something else happened as well. As that thousand-watt smile burst through the worry in her eyes, she also seemed to glow. She mouthed a thank you and we sealed our conversation with a kiss. Even her kiss was submissive, she sought nothing other than accede to me, to let me know that I had access to her mouth. Samantha's tongue guided when asked and kept me company when I went exploring. Even as our kiss ended and I pulled away slightly to look at her, her eyes almost glowed and the thousand-watt smile that quickly followed. "This body, mind and soul are yours, my Master. I wear your brand with honor, how may I please you?" I'm sure she noticed the small smile I tried to hide; it would have been unfair to let her think anything, other than what had just struck me. "Have you noticed that you are already talking like the girls do?" The smile grew, in both her eyes and lips; she nodded and then said, "It is the way. I am slave and nothing will ever change that." Samantha then winked. "Plus my sister gave me tips on how she does it. It gets easier I know, that girl doesn't even have to think about it anymore, with me I have to think a second ahead of myself but it's getting easier." "When did you speak to Frankie?" Samantha blushed. "An hour, before I came and sat on our bed. I needed to speak to her, to apologize. I got the poor girl out of bed to talk and I felt so guilty for doing it." The temptation to ask more was almost overwhelming, but the girls needed their own line of communication so I left it at that, for now. The covers were kicked onto the floor and, as I adjusted my position on the bed, Samantha opened her legs. I still had my morning wood and intended to take full advantage of it. I had seen Samantha's body in all sorts of angles but it still held me in wonder. Her own body heat seemed to rise and she blushed as she found me looking at her. Samantha's hand came down the side of my body, paused at my hip and then held my hardness. "Please..." I paused, even that one word held a need within it. "I know you are going to be tender. You have that look in your eyes that tells me this, even though my behavior recently says I don't deserve it. When the time comes and you wish to enter this body, can I be the one to hold you as it goes in?" For some reason only known to her, she actually thought I was going to refuse. I kissed her forehead, her head moved up to catch a kiss as my lips touched the tip of her nose, and then, once again her lips before I nodded my head and smiled. The squeal and then the hug made me pause as I desperately tried to get my hearing back. My journey down her body made me stop to snack on her breasts. Even on her back, they still stood proud, her nipples tight and fully erect. The color of her chest now matched her neck. Samantha moaned as my mouth sank onto her breasts swirling my tongue as I did, she moved upwards trying to force yet more of herself into me. My cock slipped between her pussy lips and lust made her wriggle in an attempt to force me inside her. I had made a promise, so I eased back slightly turning my attention once again on her delicate flesh. Again, she moaned. A hand moved up my back, ending with her finger tips barely touching my skin by the time it had traveled to my neck and my body involuntarily shuddered. She winked and smiled, her own delicate way of telling me that she could torture me just as much as I could her. My teeth scraped along that delicate flesh as I moved my head away from her, stopping at her nipple to envelope my mouth around it so I could suck on it. The glistening saliva that I left there was added to, when my tongue followed down her breast to the ridge between both, her skin leaving a trail of goose bumps as I did. Again, she gasped. My mouth repeated what I had done to her other breast, Samantha's breathing was becoming ragged, her hips tried to once again envelope my cock within her. The tip pushed at the warm folds of her lips and she groaned again, trying once again, she would move her hips up and down as she tried to force her hips down. The head of my cock slipped easily between her pussy lips and she sighed at her small victory. Her sigh quickly turned to a moan of frustration when I once again pulled back, leaving but the head of my cock parting her pussy lips once again. Even as my head came up, our eyes met and we both smiled, we could continue this game for sometime and we both knew who would be the winner. The resigned look in her eyes made me move back slightly, allowing her hands to grasp my cock, that thousand-watt smile took her once again as she adjusted my position. I acceded to her own impatience, this one time. I had been in her many times, yet today she was soaking the sheets with the cum seeping out of her. The low moan told me a great deal. The way she lifted her hips slightly at the last moment and the sigh that soon followed, only added to the sensations of my cock traveling into a liquid furnace of a pussy. Even as our loins fully met and Samantha clamped her pussy muscles to hold me there, we paused to once again and kiss. Her thighs came into contact with my hips before something in her head made her stop and ease her thighs apart before placing her feet between my legs, her knees still wide, this woman wanted me to know she would always be open to me. "Thank you for letting me do that. I understand, I won't get to do it all that often but I will relish those times you allow it." I suppose this was one of those moments where the lines between Master and slave blur slightly. Samantha still had to be taught, what she had done to us all was wrong, but this woman lying beneath me had understood now, that her own doubts had been groundless. Communication was everything in this lifestyle. She had never got that with her last Master, a broken arm yes, but real knowledge of all this had to come to her both from within and help from us all. Ground rules were everything and Samantha had to be taught those, so she could understand and never repeat what had happened. It was time to show her love, a glimpse perhaps of what she has here and had a chance to keep hold of as long as she worked at it and held on to it with both hands. Once again, we kissed and once again, I was left in wonder at this woman, Samantha could learn if you took time to teach her. She was slave beneath me, just as she was a willing woman. We explored and fed our own hunger for each other, every time I felt my cock twitch inside her, she would respond with gently clamping the walls of her pussy around my hardness, to remind us both that we had time. The final peck to her lips brought a smile; her eyes once again gave her away. The fact that I was slowly pulling my cock out of her, sure gave me away. Now only the bulbous head of my cock remained in her and Samantha adjusted her legs, her knees closed in and as I pushed forward, she lifted herself slightly so I pushed deep within her. We were slow, comfortable with each other and although my strokes were a constant, she would adjust herself every now and then. A soft moan or a gentle grunt would escape her as she took pleasure from our lovemaking, and it was love making. Our bodies matched in every way right there on that bed, we were one, joined in more places that our loins and enjoying every second of it. Soon my thrusts into her became more vigorous, she would again adjust her body but it was easy to see that her own orgasm was closing in on her. Samantha panicked when she realized that blurred line between us came with no rules. Was she supposed to ask for her orgasm, could she seek to move on top? The tightening of her stomach and the hard clamping down on my cock gave her away again. Her eyes screamed her confusion and as she opened her mouth to ask, her own body had betrayed her. Her hips thrust upwards one final time and she came, the long slow groan that heralded that slow burn of her pussy, the juices that coated my cock once again and the heat her body generated pushed her head long towards her orgasm and nothing this side of hell was going to stop her from having it. That orgasm was hard on her, she pushed it back and then seemed to accepted it when it swept over her, wept when it arrived and looked up at me with tears in her eyes, fearing that she had failed me, Samantha sobbed, she buried her head into my shoulder and cried, heart breaking sobs of despair. Every time she tried to speak, her own emotions engulfed her and nothing but a sob escaped her mouth. Even shifting my position so we were now on our sides facing each other, didn't deflect from the fact that she wouldn't look at me, her own body still betrayed her, her pussy would still twitch around me occasionally. Samantha couldn't look at me and since she couldn't do that, she didn't see the smile I had on my face. Perhaps it was time to once again, put her at her ease, twisting once again so she was now on top her face was now open to me. Her tears once again burst forth as she looked down at me. It was clear to see that I allowed her too much to soon. That would have to change. "You have cum, I have not. Make up for this lapse and all will be forgiven." She smiled and nodded, before her hands came to rest on my chest and she fucked me hard, barely out of her own orgasm. What she was doing now, was plunging herself head long into another. Her teeth came together in grim determination that would not happen. Finally, she felt my cock twitch and a small smile once again came to her lips, yet her task once again felt like an impossible one, the more she drove down on my cock the more sensations she sent to her body. Each task came with a price, yet Samantha was as determined now as I have ever seen her. My hands rose to her tits, my fingers played with her nipples and she smiled. Her nails dug deep into my chest in anticipation of what came next. My fingers bit deep into her fully erect nipples and my hand twisted, she screamed and clamped down hard on my cock one more time sending ropes of cum deep into her womb. Samantha's body glowed, the sweat over her body reflected so much light off her and she came so very hard. My fingers let go of her and she slumped forward onto my chest, her breathing sounded like a woman of eighty and judging by the look in her eyes and smile on her face, a very happy woman of eighty at that. Samantha refused to move, even when I slid out of her and our combined cum now rested across my groin and between us. "Do you want it or do you want a shower now?" Slowly her head rose from my chest. "Mine please." She inched down my body and I held still as she licked our juices off me. Not an easy thing to do being still, with a tongue like hers doing what it was doing either. Once clean, she again turned her attention to making me hard. I had to remind her that I had to use the bathroom and we both got up. Samantha got the shower ready while I finally emptied my bladder. \\\\\\\* Between us, we filled the icebox with drinks and snacks for our day at the lake. Samantha knew her punishment was to be this evening. The thought of making love to someone and then dragging them into the playroom moments later never really made sense to me. I got my favorite task of placing lotion on her and then she lay beside me on the other lounger. Samantha would sleep for a few minutes and then wake with a start. I smiled and politely ignored her. It was clear to me she had indeed been awake all night thinking on her future here and I didn't even want to think about the battle she must have had with the slave within her. As the sun continued to rise, I added more lotion to the both of us; this was to be a relaxation day, nothing more. "Please my Master, may I be allowed out onto the float." I was still reading up on one of the projects that Marlon had in his lab so I didn't look up. "Yes of course, although you don't have to ask." "I am slave, yes I do." Now that did make me stop reading and look at her, even placing the report down on top of the icebox. "Samantha, you are slave. You are also a special person, don't shut out Samantha, she is you and you are her. Learn to live in harmony, I'm not Arnold Hamilton." She clearly winced when I mentioned the name of the man who broke her arm in college but I had to, just to drive home my point. "You are allowed freedoms here, admittedly, yours are on a slightly shorter leash for now. But none of them extend to having to ask for everything, just take this with you." That thousand-watt smile returned, when my hand came up holding a bottle of sun tan lotion within it. Samantha climbed off her lounger and straddled mine before she lowered herself onto me, her pussy resting over the top of my cock. Placing her hands on my shoulders, we both leaned forward for a kiss. Neither one of us wanted to come up for air but the blood rushing to my cock meant she had to adjust her position before I became uncomfortable, and that's when slave moved one of her hands so she could guide me into her. "I was kinda hoping you were going to say something like that in return. I've wanted to slide this back into me for about an hour now, but I wasn't sure the loving I got this morning filled my allowance." She knew I was going to do something, just by the look in my eyes and it was plain to see she feared the worst. This young lady was still guilty of assumption and as her Master; I still had to keep her off balance. My hands went under her ass and lifted her off me. Samantha leaned forward to reestablish her balance and her hands instinctively went to my shoulders. Pulling her body forward slightly and then lowered her down, the tip of my cock made contact with her ass. Samantha's legs took her weight once again as my hands pulled her ass cheeks further apart and she winced when my fingers entered her ass but she remained still. One hand moved back to her pussy and moved some of her juices back to her hole. I gave a slight nod and with a mischievous smile, her ass slowly enveloped my cock. She sighed on the way down, sometimes she would pause, move back up slightly, pause, then lower herself once again and then gasped when she hit bottom. "Oh fuck, I haven't done this in a while. I thought you were going to dump my ass on the ground for a moment there. Can I please ask you to go slow to begin with? You fit nicely in me and the pain is teasingly pleasant, but I just have to get used to the feeling that your cock feels like its making friends with my backbone." We both chuckled, I was still average Joe in size and we both knew I wasn't big enough to go that far up a woman's body, but I could imagine her ass was telling her otherwise. It must have been a full minute before she moved again, Samantha looked down at me, her eyes had dilated so much that I couldn't see her real color. She briefly nodded her head before saying. "Thank you for your patience my Master, this slave is ready now." I could feel legs move back to the lounger, her body sank further onto me and another grunt escaped her lips. For several minutes I did nothing other then run a finger over her clit, the few occasions when she would try to move up and down or wriggle I would immediately stop, until she did as well. Once she realized that although she was on top I was the one in control, Samantha relaxed, leaned down and we kissed. I also took the opportunity to give her ass a swipe as well. "I know I deserved that. Sorry." My thumb pressed in on her clit and she groaned. Samantha had placed her hands once again on my shoulders, not to hold me down but to watch my eyes. Her stomach would involuntarily spasm as I continued to play with her clit, the flush of her cheeks showing her continued arousal. Again, she tried to move her ass and I stopped, she bit down on her lip and gave a slow sigh. "This is one of those torture things isn't it? Just let me say thank you in advance because I know once you're done with this body, I'm not going to have the energy to do much else than curl up into a ball and tingle." Samantha once again rested her ass back onto me and waited. I slapped her ass once again and she winced, a slight shrug of her shoulder giving us both one of those 'you can't blame a girl for trying' moments. Still our eyes never wavered from each other. Oh, we blinked, even winked at each other as well, before my thumb once again went back to her clit. For a full two minutes, my rhythm was a constant. Her stomach once again started to spasm and then her eyes seemed to flutter before they closed and a gentle sigh escaped her lips. My groin gave away the fact that she had a small orgasm; it was now a dual assault on her body. My thumb once again played gentle patterns over her clit only this time I started to move up and down in her ass, her eyes shot open and that thousand-watt smile radiated outwards. I knew what I wanted to do, just as I understood I'm only a male of the species. It was also time to even that one little hick-up out of the system. The movement of my legs gave me away. Samantha looked behind her. My hand moved from her clit, she then looked down as my hand once again went to her ass. She knew something was going to happen, but it didn't stop her from having one of those 'someone has taken my favorite toy away' looks. As my balance adjusted, my hands went to her ass and I stood, Samantha wrapped her legs around me and locked them, her arms now around my neck. I bounced her on my cock all the way to the waters edge; she came once and screamed in my ear, the echo bounced around the lakeside. Once we were waist deep in the lake, I had adjusted my position, and Samantha had recovered, we kissed and I began to move her ass up and down in slow easy thrusts. Her arms came away from my neck and her body floated on the water, her legs still locked around me. My hands were on her hips using them to drive myself into her, Samantha relaxed her legs just enough to allow more movement and I took full advantage of it. My cock became visible every time I pulled myself almost all the way out only to thrust back into her. It was once again a test of endurance. The giveaway lay right in front of me, every time Samantha was close to orgasm her stomach would tighten. My own rhythm would instantly change and she would breathe again, her own need slowly inched itself to the point she wouldn't be able to stave off the inevitable. It was also time to hurry her along, my arm swept under her giving me a free hand to once again play with her clit. I had no need to worry about keeping her clit lubricated now it sat just inches below the water. My own orgasm was close, the constant that having sex in the lake meant that you genuinely stood little chance increasing the pace that got traveled and both participants were along for the ride. I could cheat of course, the work on Samantha's clit brought one more screaming orgasm from her before her whole body went rigid and I had to lift her out of the water before she drowned. Her arms wrapped themselves around me, her head buried itself into my neck and she bit down on my shoulder as another orgasm threatened to engulf her. I backed up a few paces to the waters edge and sank to my knees, that last upward thrust as my cock buried itself into her ass one final time, sent both a scream into my ear and cum deep into her ass. Her body went rigid one more time and then went limp, her legs dangled on either side of me. The panting sweat soaked body clinging to me just sort of flopped. My cock did the same and left her ass followed by a slow moan as it did. "Fuck, my ass feels like it's on fire. I bit you, I'm sorry. I realize I'm going to pay for that later, but I had to do something short of blowing your eardrum out with my screaming." She felt my body shake and pulled away from me to look closely. I was laughing at her predicament. My hands let go of her and she slid off my legs landing on her ass at the waters edge. I stood over her, Samantha tried to get up and failed, so I bent down and lifted her into my arms and lay her on the lounger, covering her with a couple of towels. It was time to laugh again as she curled into a fetal position and just lay there, letting the sun dry the towels and Samantha. \\\\\\\* We had no sooner got back from the lake and were headed for the shower when the phone rang. Out of habit, I put it on speaker when I answered it. "Good afternoon my master, this slave is bored out of her skull and is in desperate need of a good spanking. Failing that, is there any chance of a soda and a pizza?" Samantha roared with laughter and had to sit down. Red had obviously heard her. "Oh goodie, my sister is home, does that mean I get visitors today? In which case make my pizza an extra pepperoni please." Even I had to suppress a laugh, poor Samantha had to get up and leave for the bathroom. She would of course have to come back and clean the wet stain from the couch later since she had now wet herself laughing so much. We arrived at the clinic two hours later. The nurse watched me walk in with pizza boxes, smiled and shook her head before going back to the paperwork on her desk. Red was sitting up in bed, her tits in plain view to all that came into her room. "You're without a gown again." "Yup, can I have my pizza now?" "That depends, are you drinking plenty of liquids?" Red sighed, she knew we were going to go through this and the longer we took, the colder her pizza was going to get. She told me she had woke at eight, had seen Doc Kellerman by nine and he had checked the progress of the skin grafts, she was in the tank ten minutes later. Red even pointed to the new strips over each shoulder and down each side of her rib cage that held some sort of gauze to her back to protect the new skin grafts and allow as much air as possible. "I'm being a good girl; can I please have my pizza now?" She even clasped her hands together in a begging motion, I still couldn't resist though. "Then why are you showing your tits to the world?" Even as I said it, I just knew I was going to regret it; the look of mischief in her eyes was a dead giveaway. "Well..." Red placed both hands on the bed sheets and lifted then a couple of inches before winking at us both. "We both know that all this is going to need as much air as the gauze will allow and the gown is worse than useless since it does up at the back and they can't do that because the ties will bite into the gauze, my chart says female staff only and without a gown I can play with this." This time she tilted her head towards the space between her legs. Samantha had already started to laugh, how I kept a straight face I'm not to sure, but my jaw sure ached with trying. "I have to sit on a towel because I'm soaking the bed too often and the nurses are fed up with changing the sheets. My pussy is already soaked and has been ever since you came through the door." The cover rose at knee level and I knew what she was going to do next, her hand disappeared under the cover, her eyes closed and she quietly moaned to herself a moment before her hand emerged once again, palm upwards and soaked with pussy juice. I tried to put her behavior down to the drugs, still being administered to her via the intravenous tubing, but then again, this was Red. Her hand still glistened and the smile on her face told me even more. I also thought I should call her bluff and looked towards Samantha whose eyes were transfixed on the scene going on in front of her. Silence broke the spell between Samantha and the rest of us; she looked directly at me and blushed. I smiled and told her to clean her up; Samantha hesitated for a second, her face now torn between lust and confusion. Red moved her hand towards her sister. "Wanna lick it? If you do, you can share my pizza." It was interesting to watch both their eyes lock on one another. I'm not even sure either of them blinked when Samantha stood and walked over to the bed, and sat on it. The pause was momentary, before she clasped Red's hand and licked it clean. I was just thankful no one came in as Samantha leaned in and kissed Red as a thank you, before moving to a seat closer to the bed. "Wow that was hot, can I keep my sister here for a few days? Just to take the edge off, you understand." The thousand-watt smile from Samantha fought hard with the flush her cheeks had and eventually won out. I placed her pizza box on the bed between them and both tucked in while I went and sat on the couch. After the first slice they started to feed each other, it was interesting to watch, yet something about Red was wrong. Again, I put it down to the drugs in her body lowering her caution levels, but then again, as I have already said, this is Red. "Have you got your head out of your ass yet or are you still planning on fucking with Jack?" Samantha paused, unsure where that comment came from or even what to say. I'm not even sure Red was willing to wait for Samantha to answer. "You keep forgetting Samantha; I was you some years ago. I warned you this would happen, every time we talked I warned you. I even gave you a way of holding it together, but you knew best didn't you?" The way these two stared at each other, I'm not even sure they remembered I was in the room. "I'm on my last chance; our master will not tolerate my disrespecting us again." "Did you think I was lying to you, when I said that our sister has the easy path? She gets to fuck him every night and we seem to think our status makes us more than what we really are. Two things hurt us the most Samantha, being apart from this family unit and the celibacy." Samantha shrugged her shoulders and a piece of pepperoni fell off her slice of pizza and back onto the box, she picked it up and placed it on her tongue and then moved in to kiss Red. I had a strong idea who now had the pepperoni. "I can handle the celibacy, almost every man I come into contact with is afraid of me anyway and those that think it's a power trip to get into the my pants, all end up with their ego's bruised and bleeding in front of their friends. I was finally brave enough myself to ask the one question I was afraid to ask and it's the one question I should have asked from the very beginning instead of waiting until I was on the verge of being tossed out of our family." Red decided to return the favor and dabbed her slice of pizza over her own nipple, the sauce covered her entire areola. Her nipple slowly hardened in anticipation as she watched Samantha place her pizza slice back on the box, lean in and suck Red's nipple. The closed eyes and soft sigh simply complimented the look Red had on her face. Samantha took her time and when she was done, the nipple was rock hard and saliva had replaced the sauce. It took a moment for the flush to fade around her neck. The smile she gave Samantha was the best thank you she could have ever verbally given. "So what was the question?" The pause was momentary, it was that same pause I saw at the seminar when Frankie asked her, what had happened to Charles Winston; the day Samantha formally introduced herself to the both of us, the day after Charles set out to seduce Frankie. "Who was under him at that moment, Mitchell Harper's daughter or Samantha?" Time just stopped for both of them, Red's slice of pizza half way between the box and her mouth. I think her appetite had taken a hit, since the smile fell from her face. Samantha winced, she knew what was coming. "You idiot, you risked your chance in this family for a petty insecurity that could have been dealt with within seconds. What the fuck were you thinking?" Red didn't even give her time to answer, she just ranted onwards. "I told you to phone us, US, Samantha, Frankie or me if you ever get stupid thoughts like that. Are you insane woman? That man over there is us, and we are him, we are interlocking parts of a puzzle and when we are all at the cabin harmony reigns. When we are apart, as an example of the status, we both have the communication between us that our master allows. This is the glue that keeps us together and gets us through each day so we can look forward to our return, to the valley." Her eyes blazed with so much pent up anger as she stared directly at Samantha. I'm almost sure it was will power from Red, that neither of them blinked when she said, "And you nearly fucked that up because some animal in college fucked with your head and tainted your look on our master. From now on Samantha, you had damn well better pick up, if I or Frankie phone or we are both coming to hunt you down. Communication between us is the glue. Without it, insecurities move in and all this happens." For such a long time Samantha remained silent, the noises of what was going on in the corridor outside took the place of any conversation in here. Finally, Samantha placed the palm of her hand on Red's cheek and both girls smiled at each other. "Thank you, I needed that. I love you and I will tell Francine when I see her next." Red gave an exasperated look; she even rolled her eyes for a second before she produced her cell from nowhere. "Were you not listening, my sister? Tell her now." Both giggled, Samantha nodded and took her hand away from Red, taking her cell on the way. She stood and joined me on the couch; the conversation with Frankie almost mirrored that of Samantha and Red. We talked about the studio. I related to her how Mathew Bowden basically had them by the nuts and wanted to know how hard she wanted him to squeeze. Although even she admitted it was too early to even consider the details, as long as the studio agreed to continue to foot the medical bills for now and to stop turning the accident into anything that would promote the film in any way, then she would agree to hold off for now. I relayed her wishes on my cell to Mathew; even he agreed it was the wisest of moves. He also stated that some of the film people wanted to visit. That was met with a vigorous shake of her head. Mathew promised to keep us up to date and I ended the call, my gaze still on Red. "I have a select few I'm happy to show my tits off too, the film crew aren't on that list." Even before I asked, I knew the answer but I had to bring this conversation up. "Caroline Atkins has phoned you many times, yet you have refused her calls, why?" Her body stiffened, it was clear to see she didn't ever want this conversation, but I had initiated it so she had no choice. "For now, I am focused on getting well enough to leave here and return to the valley. At the moment, I'm focused on you and my sisters. Caroline Atkins must wait. I understand she was acting on orders from the studio to be at that press conference, but part of me feels like she hung me out to dry and I can't see or talk to her at the moment without that resentment seeping into any conversation we may have together." We stared at each other, both in our own thoughts. I let the matter rest for now since the priority had to be Red getting better. The knock on the door and a nurse putting her head in made us all turn to look. "Your sister is here Red, sorry but we do have a limit on visitors." She was polite, but we both knew what she meant. Samantha and I kissed her and I told her, I would visit her in a couple of days. At first, she was confused but waved us both goodbye. Meeting Niamh again was strange for me. She looked so much like her sister that I almost called her Red at one stage of our conversation. She gave Samantha one of those up and down looks that women do to each other when they are sizing each other up. Samantha pretended not to notice. It was on the journey back to the valley that I told Samantha I had things to do tonight so she should pack and I would take her to the airport. Samantha remained silent for the rest of the journey although I did catch her giving me sideways glances. As we entered the cabin I reminded her that if she wanted to start keeping stuff here she was more than welcome as long as it wasn't half the clothes I found in her walk in wardrobe. She shuffled from one foot to the other before she looked directly at me. "My Master, I have to be punished for my disgraceful behavior." She was right of course, I had told her I was going to punish her and she would feel the true pain of what all three of us had felt over the way our lifestyle had been placed on a shelf and only taken down when it suited her. But that was before and I needed her to leave, my own sanity would soon be tested and I couldn't let her see that. Not when she herself was still so vulnerable. It was clear she wanted to stay until Frankie got back tomorrow and any other time I would have allowed that. We hugged and kissed at the airport, her flight was due in two hours and she said she would check in and chill out with some magazines. \\\\\\\* The cabin hadn't been this quiet in months, yet even as I sat in my chair, Shannon's smiling face looked towards me from the picture on my desk. Even now, I could hear her laugh, that infectious giggle that made the most ardent miserable person in the room smile. Her screams from the playroom would mix with splashing sounds from the hot tub. My Shannon was in every nook and cranny of this cabin. My hand held her picture my thumb gently rubbing the glass and a great sadness enveloped me, clawing at my throat, desperately trying to make sure I never uttered the words that screamed in my mind. I swallowed and tried again drawing a breath deep into my lungs trying so hard to force the sadness from my voice as I said the words that meant such great happiness to us both when she was alive. "Happy Anniversary, Shannon." Most days, I felt like the luckiest man alive. I had Red, Frankie and Samantha in my life. As individuals, they were truly unique, put all three in the same room and they were all firecrackers, yet at times like this... I heard a saying, even though I gave it no credence at the time, my mind must have absorbed it. The words came tumbling back to me as my thumb once again gently rubbed a section of Shannon's picture that held her cheek. In a room full of people, a man can still be alone. I loved my girls, each one held a place in my heart and my priority in life was to see them smile, laugh and of course to hug them everyday they are with me. But today, as much as I love them all so dearly, I needed just a few hours to be with the one love in my life that no longer shared my life. When Shannon died, Red filled the void of sadness and emptiness my wife left behind. It was made easier because Red and I had spent so much time with Shannon both at college and in the years that followed. We grieved together and step by step we put my beloved wife and her best friend to rest, not only in the ground but in our minds and hearts. I couldn't find it in me to remind Red of today's date, hell things had been so hectic these last few weeks I only discovered it myself by accident. Red was still on that perilous road to recovery, her mind and body still needed so much healing to do and reminding her of this day may hinder that progress. Again, Shannon's scream came from the playroom, every board, screw or nail in this cabin held a secret about Shannon and it was times like these, that they shared those secrets. Her bare feet padded across the day room, I knew it would be a waste of time looking out the door of my den. The memories would stop if I did. Today was our wedding anniversary and those were the memories that fed on me. Shannon was her happiest on days like these. It was hard to deny her anything on those special days. Her laugh echoed through the cabin and my heart swelled to the breaking point. Yet, try as I might, even though this was her special day, I just couldn't stop the feeling of so much pain when that one burning question took root on my thoughts. Why wasn't I allowed to say goodbye? Both precious gifts were taken from me so suddenly that I rapidly became a bystander as the hospital staff quickly turned professional when Shannon suddenly went limp and the baby's heart monitor continued for a few seconds more before our child followed her. \\\\\\\* I'm not even sure how long I walked. My mind didn't have a direction or even a destination. Just walk, think and hope that my Shannon and our child were happy and both looked down on me and accepted that what we were doing wasn't hurting them. I finally found myself sitting on the cot in the barn, my arms tucked tightly across my chest and I cried for the first time since I buried Shannon. To me, I had committed the ultimate sin, I had almost forgotten today was our wedding anniversary. For so many years, she was the anchor in this family of ours, the reason I woke in the mornings. I breathed because she was next to me doing the same and now, even with so much going on in this family's life, I almost forgot our anniversary. I'm not even sure when my eyes grew heavy enough to force me to sleep, yet I found myself spooned into Frankie's naked form on the cot when I woke. "How long have you been here?" Frankie tried to push even more of herself into me before she spoke. "I am slave, by right and choice. I came to you openly and gave myself to you. That will never change, unless you send me away. Where you go, then I'm but a pace behind you. I pulled up as you came out of the cabin, your thoughts were elsewhere and never even saw me there, so I followed you and stayed with you while your anger fed on you. It was left to me to pick up the pieces and to hold you in my arms while you cried and finally slept." Even as I smiled at the back of her head, I still couldn't resist what I was about to say, "And now that I am awake?" With the speed of youth, she turned on the cot, pushing my shoulder as she did and forced me onto my back. Her leg came over me and she was now straddled across my waist. The smile was there, just as the dark circles around her eyes, Frankie had not slept at all. Finally, she lowered herself onto me her whole body now pressed against mine. "I am slave; it is my duty to look after you as it is yours to look after me. Red phoned me in a panic. It wasn't until one of the nurses casually mentioned the date that she realized why you left the way you did. One call to Samantha told us both the rest, you sent her home. I'm sorry my master, but you will never be alone at times like this. We are family and every time you look out for us, it reinforces our need to look out for you." My hands went to Frankie's rib cage and gently lifted her, pulling her over my head slightly and lowered her again so I could kiss each of her nipples and then back to kiss her lips. The slow moan as we tried to devour each other turned to frustration as she tried to wrap her arms around me and I stopped her. Once our lips parted Frankie went to speak again, my gently placing her back onto me so my own arms could wrapped themselves around her made her think twice. "You are slave and I love you, so very much. Nevertheless, you were not due home until later today. Let me guess, your Mom was taking you to the golf club on your last night." Frankie giggled and tried once again to place as much of her onto me. "I heard her talking to daddy yesterday. The dinner was a parting gift and it's the dinner date that I would have been introduced to when we got there, that made me decide I would decline." I swatted her ass and she moved so we could both get up. Samantha was wrapped in a blanket and seated on the porch, watching a barn that never seemed to move, yet we take it upon ourselves to watch it from time to time. Her smile grew as we walked toward her. Finally, she pulled the blanket aside and rushed toward me, launching off the porch and into my arms. "As you can tell my Master, we were all concerned when you left me at the airport. My sister phoned in a panic and asked where you were. Once I told her you had dropped me off, she knew what you were planning to do. I cancelled my flight and hired a car to get back here, but you had already left our home to wander in the night." Her legs wrapped themselves around me, reinforcing the telling that she didn't want to let go any time soon. She even held my head in her hands to emphasize her next statement. "From this day forward, all of us sisters have yesterdays date in our diaries and our hearts. You will never be alone on one of our sister's birthdays or anniversaries, ever again." I carried her into the cabin still clinging to me and placed her in the kitchen. Both got the hint real quick and got busy with their chores and making us all breakfast. \\\\\\\* "Please, my Master. Two slaves and a Master require sunshine because we are all starting to look rather pale. Plus of course, getting you out of this office and having your eyes constantly fixed on two hot women will do both of us and you a world of good." How could I not smile at her comment? Less than an hour later, all three of us were at the lake, the task of placing lotion on both girls fell to me. It was a task I did with true professionalism, spending far too long on most parts of their bodies. After all, you can never be too careful. Something else I noticed as the afternoon wore on, both girls seemed to be taking turns to lie out on the float, while the other one came and lay with me on my lounger. We had been out by the lake for nearly three hours before the sound of an approaching car made us sit up. Frankie was out on the float and heard it, quickly diving into the lake and swimming to shore as Niamh's car came around the hill and into full view. She seemed to sit watching the activities in front of her for a moment before she got out of her car and walked over to us. Frankie emerged from the water and hugged her, like a long lost sister. The contrast of a naked Frankie and a clothed Niamh as they hugged made me smile. I offered her a bottle of water as she sat on the lounger next to me. She downed over half of it before she looked at me. "Can you put something on? I don't wish to see you all naked." That comment alone raised my blood pressure. "No." It took a moment but I decided to add to it. "Why are you here Niamh?" "If you answered your phone I wouldn't have to be." By now, both the girls were knelt next to me, watching everything and not understanding anything. "It's the weekend Niamh. That makes it our time off, we have no need for phones out here and reception by the lake is worse than useless, so it's pointless having one here. You're stalling Niamh, you came here for a reason, what do you want?" She fidgeted on the sun lounger for a moment longer, her gaze traveled to both the girls before she once again looked at me. "I want Red to come home with us, when she is released from the clinic." Both Frankie and Samantha started to fidget. "Have you asked Red about this?" Niamh quickly shook her head before replying. "There isn't any point. She is yours; she'll do what ever you want." Even as I went to speak, she held up her hand to stop me. "Look, don't think for a minute that it's easy for me to come here. Hell, I've not seen this much naked flesh since communal showers after gym classes at school. I know you look at me and see my sister, but I'm not her. All this freaks me out, ok." The agitation and the downright panic she was getting herself into, stopped me from acting on instinct and I turned to both girls and told them to dress. They quickly nodded and grabbed towels and wrapped them around themselves. "Samantha go with Niamh back to the cabin, make drinks for us all. Frankie and I will be a few minutes behind you. Once at the cabin, T-shirts and shorts are to be used." I turned to see a relieved Niamh nod and smile, before Samantha headed towards her car. "Niamh, you're staying for dinner. We'll talk about this." I waited until Frankie and I had cleared up around the shoreline and headed back to the cabin before I said anything. "We both know your instincts around people have grown sharper over the months. When asked in front of Mitch Harper, you spoke so eloquently that you have a fan or two in that family. Niamh is staying for dinner, she may stay the night. You have a job to do, watch her." She nodded her head, yet stayed silent. Frankie left the car and quickly changed before helping Samantha with the drinks and getting a head start on dinner. Niamh was sitting on one of the loungers on the porch, her purse next to her. As I passed her, I told her I would only be a minute and went into my den. It took all of ten minutes to do what needed to be done. Niamh had ambushed me by coming to the cabin unannounced, and it was time to return the favor. Once on the porch, I moved one of the loungers and sat on it. She tried a couple of times to initiate a conversation as we sat on the porch. I simply held up my hand to stop her. The girls came out of the cabin and placed our drinks between us before they took theirs and knelt against the support rails of the porch watching and saying nothing. "Do we have to do this in front of these two?" "We are a family, what one knows we all know. I assume you're already aware that your visit here will have reached Red before you see her tomorrow?" Niamh nodded her head before she looked down at her iced tea. Once again she looked at the girls, there faces neutral although I didn't doubt for one moment that there wasn't a battle going on in their heads. "I'm prepared for that, but if I don't do this, then no one will. My folks are relieved she is alive and feel beholding to you for protecting her from the studio that they won't speak out. Nevertheless, we want her back. Give me my sister back, please Jack." "We both know Niamh, that Red won't be fit enough to leave the clinic for at least another six weeks and that's only if her present medical condition stays as promising as it is. The reason it's that promising, is that she knows she will come here to convalesce." For the first time, real anger surfaced within her eyes, Samantha went to move but Frankie placed a hand on her thigh to stop her. As Niamh glared at me, and between gritted teeth said, "Then you bring her here and beat the crap out of her for something that instinct made her do. She saved a life, but let's face it Jack, to you she's damaged goods now." She nodded her head towards Frankie and Samantha before continuing. "You have two spares you don't need my sister anymore. Give me back my sister." Niamh was being a bitch, she had stuck her nose into my life and assumed a great deal about me. I wasn't in a charitable mood and I wanted her to work for what she wanted from me. "Please Jack, turn her loose and I promise, I won't interfere with your life ever again." The urge to laugh was close. She had practically run an express train through my life this afternoon, with what she was telling me. Yet, when it was all said and done, she was Red's sister and I couldn't turn her away. "You have to know this Niamh. You are a guest, an un-invited one, but a guest and so far you have disrespected just about everyone present and I figure we can also toss your sister into this conversation as well. You know nothing of our life or that of Red's while she is here. It's clear she has either not shared anything about it or you have chosen to ignore it when she has spoken about it. Go to Red and ask her, I will abide by whatever your sister wishes me to do." Niamh once again shook her head. "We both know she follows you around like a puppy and has done since college. She won't use the bathroom without calling you for permission." Samantha once again went to move, Frankie's hand on her thigh tightened. The smell of our dinner wafted out of the cabin and I nodded to both girls, they got up and left but not without Samantha and Niamh turning it into a glaring competition as they passed each other. Niamh picked up her iced tea again and sipped from the glass. "For many years Niamh, your sister has been open to all her family about her life. Why do you think I would harm her for saving Caroline Atkins life? What she did placed her in harms way herself, Red acted on instinct in protecting someone who needed help. The scars she will now carry as the price for doing that, can only be worn with pride." Niamh was quick to answer, her eyes now the hardest I've ever seen them in all the time I have known her. "Yet you beat her every time she is here and don't you dare tell me you don't. She has known and lived with you for years, you cannot tell me she deserves to be beaten every time she is here. I lived with her for a while at her apartment in Hollywood and have seen the condition you leave her in to travel back there. The bruises on her make me want to cry sometimes, yet she puts a brave face on for me and makes excuses for you." There was something about her statement that made me pause and think. I couldn't help but parallel some of what she had said to what Frankie had seen on Shannon that sent her on her own path. "You are two parts of a coin Jack, I've watched you from the moment my sister sat us down and told us what she wanted out of life and that was you and your late wife. To my family and I'm sure to others out there you show the face of a caring and gentle man. But behind closed doors you're nothing but a bully and a woman beater who takes pleasure in leaving those stupid enough to be with you black and blue." The purse that had never been further than arms reach in all the time Niamh had been here, now appeared on her lap, her hand went inside and quickly came out again holding a gun. "I'm not a poor defenseless woman Jack. I even have a license to carry this. Do you want to try and beat me to a pulp too?" The voice that came next echoed through the cabin walls. "Niamh, you get your sorry ass over to this clinic this instant or so help me I'm pulling tubes out and coming over there myself." Niamh's head spun looking for the source, there was no one source. As soon as I had got back, I phoned Red and un-coded the cabin security system so she could watch and listen to everything that was going on through her laptop. The girls came out and smiled at the voice echoing through the cabin and out into the valley, we heard a chuckle through the speakers. "Sisters get your damn clothes off this is our home and getting naked for our man in our valley is what we do." The smiles grew on both girls as they looked towards me, I nodded and both hit the thousand-watt smile once again as their clothes hit the cabin floor before going back to finish dinner. Red's attention once again turned back to her own sister. "Why are you still sitting there, put the damn gun away before you blow your foot off, we have some real talking to do. Something we perhaps should have done some time ago. Jack can you make the necessary arrangements please?" We both heard the click over the speakers. Niamh was crimson with anger and embarrassment of the emotions fighting within her. At least she had the foresight to put the safety back on the gun before it went back into her purse. That old saying of 'if looks could kill' reigned supreme at that moment. My face remained neutral because I simply didn't care. I did warn Niamh that her sister would know of this visit by morning. She didn't seem to take any notice when I said it. All three of us watched her leave and all three of us felt sorry for her. \\\\\\\* The news from the clinic was that Niamh stayed for three days with Red in her room. The people there kindly wheeled another bed in for her, we all stayed away. Samantha left to return to Salt Lake City to be with her folks for a few days before Mitch would no doubt find a fire for her to put out. Frankie and I went back to work, and as the go-to girl took care of the office, I went and annoyed Marlon. We all knew Rebecca Montrose would be coming shortly for her usual update on the projects we had in partnership with each other. Frankie had already booked her hotel and checked with the airport, her plane would be landing in two hours. I sent Frankie to meet her. Most of the time, she came straight to the office but Frankie phoned from the airport to tell me they had to go via the Mall first and would be an hour. I think she heard me laugh as I put the phone down. Honestly, the words Shopping Mall and only an hour in the same sentence from a woman never did fit well together. That hour turned into two. It seems the airlines had lost her luggage, well actually, the tale I got from them both was that they didn't actually lose it; after all, they knew exactly where it was, just not with Rebecca, more likely on the way to Dallas. The airline promised faithfully she would get it back on the first available flight, just not today. We broke for lunch before we even got started. Rebecca brought us up to date on what was going on and we did the same. Mrs. Gillins met us as we came back and Rebecca handed her a letter from her Father. That's the first time I had seen her blush and make a quick exit. In the back of my mind, I was wondering if I might be losing the best head of personnel and friend I ever had, sometime soon. Marlon joined us in the conference room and Rebecca took copious notes of everything even though she knew she would have reports from the research department in the morning. The phone in the conference room rang and since I was the closest, I answered it. Security had Niamh O'Connell down stairs and although she didn't have an appointment, she had said that it was urgent. Excusing myself and heading for my office, Niamh got there seconds after I did. She sure looked like she had taken one heck of a verbal beating from her sister. I pulled a chair over and joined her. Sitting across a desk from her just didn't seem right to me. By the time Rebecca and Frankie got back, I was holding onto a crying Niamh, good manners said I had to introduce her to Rebecca. "The name O'Connell rings a bell, and sorry, but why do you look familiar to me since I know we haven't met before?" I looked at Frankie who seemed to be waiting for me to do that, she shook her head, ever so slightly and unless I was looking for something from her, I wouldn't have even noticed it myself. Niamh mentioned that Rebecca had probably seen pictures of her sister. It wasn't until she mentioned her sister by name that the lights seem to go on in Rebecca's head. Frankie and I were reduced to bystanders after that, as both talked about the accident at the studio and how her sister was recovering in a clinic close by. We both watched open mouthed as Rebecca continued talking and held out her hand. Niamh held it before both walked out of my office and minutes later, out of the building. It was a few minutes later before either of us said a word. "Well, I'll be damned." "At least you had the forethought to remain silent my Master. I doubt we will see either of them again today. I'm proud of you for being my Master; it means you get to tell my sister what just happened. Please let me listen, I have got to hear this." Even as I looked towards Frankie, I knew the answer long before I asked the question. "You knew Niamh was gay?" At first, all she did was nod her head. "She hides it very well; she believes it would destroy her parents if they found out. She has even gone so far as to be seen with a boyfriend from time to time. Rebecca saw through her and although tentative, perhaps that attraction will lead to more. I'm sure we will find out tomorrow. Now my Master, please let me listen to how you're going to tell my sister what just happened." All I could do was shrug my shoulders. For the first time in along time, I simply didn't have a clue. We went to the clinic after work; the nurse told us that Red already had two visitors. We both looked at each other and left. I treated Frankie to Italian on the way home and by the time we got there, all we had the inclination to do was to shower and sleep. Rebecca came in around ten the next morning. It was clear to see she hadn't had much sleep. The make up helped but we both knew the signs. I got Marlon to take her down to the lab and she hid in there for a few hours. "Jack, are we being shut down?" I actually caught myself looking at the phone. "Of course not, what made you think that?" "Well, the fact that Rebecca has been down here for over four hours now and is still asking questions. Hell, even Marlon is creeped out by her and her continuous questions. I understand Marlon gets creeped out easily around women, but she is taking his eccentric behavior to a whole new level." I laughed; she was clearly hiding from us. I told Gerry not to worry and that his department was not being shut down. He sounded relieved, he was downright euphoric when I told him I'd send Francine down to get Rebecca and bring her back up here. Even as I looked over to Frankie, she just smiled and left the office. Fifteen minutes later a very embarrassed looking Rebecca came into the office behind Frankie. "You're scaring the folks down at the lab, you have never spent that much time or asked that many question about what they are doing since we started all this, care to explain?" Rebecca sat down, the air seemed to leave her body and for a time all she did was open her mouth change her mind and shut it again. Finally, she put her head in her hands and slowly rocked back and forth. "Oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck. Oh fuck." Instinct made Frankie close the door to our office before she joined me by Rebecca's side. Frankie sat on one side while I sat in front of her and we both waited her out. Finally, the word 'fuck' ran out and her hands slowly dropped to her lap. "Please, don't tell my father. He is such a proud man. This would kill him." I couldn't see how I could not do what I was about to do. I genuinely liked Rebecca as much as I liked her father. Both girls watched as I stood and went around my desk looking for Thomas Montrose's number. When it started to ring, I placed it onto speaker. "Thomas, it's Jack. I need a huge favor from you. I need to borrow your daughter for a week instead of the three days that she's supposed to be here." There was genuine concern in his voice when he asked if there was a problem and was Rebecca ok. I quickly put his mind at ease and told him that the first of the projects was already showing signs of viability and I didn't want her to get home only to have to return here a few days later. This way she could hopefully, see it all fall into place while she's here, if I'm out by a day or two then I will apologize for acting in haste. The laughter that came down the phone made us all smile, he spoke to Rebecca for a few minutes and he agreed. We spoke for a few more minutes before the line went dead and Rebecca looked at me. "I've bought you a week. It's not much, but more than that and your father would have wanted to come here himself. You have choices to make Rebecca. Was it just a one-night thing or is there more between you both. Keep in touch with Francine and I will see you in seven days." Her eyes were wide; she was nodding her head on autopilot I think. Finally she stood hugged us both and left. "This complicates things." I smiled and gave Frankie a small chuckle before saying. "Welcome to my world Frankie." End of Chapter Seven.
Beebe and Petey Ch. 09: Conclusion	6,196	4.69	1,285,449	[ "bdsm", "lesbian", "spanking", "poly", "romance" ]	If you're just now joining the series, here are the characters: Chad, (nickname BeeBe) age 20, drafted and on leave between basic training and AIT Kathy, (nickname Petey) age 18, College student, Chad's fiancée' Denise, (nickname Dene) age 18, Chad's sister and Kathy's best friend Jan, age 28, Kathy's sister Tony, age 26, Jan's lover/boyfriend—ex Air Force, airline pilot. Dave, age 20, a friend of Chad's \\\\\* Saturday morning, Nov 27th, 1971 This time Dene and I were up and going before Chad! Yesterday morning he had already tucked away a 5 mile run before we staggered down; this morning there was no sign of him. Last night had been another round of intense sex and adventure. It was the wildest we'd ever had in our fledgling adventures; the evening ended when we got kicked out of a motel!! Either the walls were pretty damned thin or we must have been a lot noisier than we realized. (Maybe both!) The consolation, if there was one, came when we got a standing ovation from the TWO rooms to our left. The room on our right must have lodged the complaint; we saw a curler-bristled head disappear behind a curtained window. But the folks down the row to the left were a group of Marines fresh back from 'Nam, and they loved it! [Writing this now, I'm struck by the fact that if this happened today there would already be video clips on YouTube and Facebook with strings of comments. But in 1971, thank goodness, no cops, no record, no foul.] This morning Dene's parents had already left to pick up my folks and Jan at their hotel to hit the sales at the west suburbs biggest mall. Dene and I opted for a quick breakfast of cereal, juice and coffee then headed up for showers. I peeked in Chad's room. He tentatively opened one eye, then smiled: "Hey! I know you-you're that wild broad who screamed so loud when she came a whole hotel full of marines broke into applause!" "Thank you! Thank you!" I acknowledged, opening my robe and bowing deeply. Then I dropped it on the floor, peeled off my nightgown and leaped onto his bed. "Guess my folks are gone, huh? I scared myself for a minute after I said that! I forgot who might hear!" "Just me and Dene. Your folks are picking up Mom, Dad and Jan and heading out to Northwest Plaza to hit the sales. Sooo-you hiding a banana under the sheets or are you glad to see me?" I reached over to see for myself. "Hey, you two-you're not starting something without me, are you?" Dene asked as she leaned into Chad's room. "Wouldn't think of it!" I answered back. "Oh?" Dene said with a raised eyebrow. "Sorry to have misinterpreted! I thought maybe finding you nude in Chad's bed holding his dick meant something was starting." "Nah," I said, "not without you; I knew you were right behind me." "Are you sure you two wouldn't like to catch a shower before we jump back into this?" Chad asked. "I, for one, ain't too damned fresh anymore." We had to admit we were awfully ripe after last night's sexcapades in the waterbed. I headed for the shower. Dene stayed behind in Chad's room. As I was stepping from the bathroom I heard the door open downstairs and Jan's voice called: "Are you three up and moving yet?" "Hey Jan! We're up-did you bail out on the shopping trip?" "I doubted I'd be interested in the same shops so I've got Dad's rental and they're riding with Dene's folks." "I'm just out of the shower and getting dressed-Dene just got into the hall shower and Chad's using the master bath-be down is a sec!" Pretty soon we were giving Jan the blow-by-blow of our Friday night! We hammed it up a little. At the end, she was laughing so hard tears were streaming down her cheeks. "You three are a fucking trip!" she howled. "Guess you have some idea of how much noise you can make in a motel now, huh? And a bunch or jarheads saved your bacon? You better hope they didn't get your name, Chad, or you'll NEVER hear the end of it from them or your Army buddies either!" "I'll take their shit if it comes to that," Chad said, "getting a standing ovation and seeing Sir Asshole-the-Manager try to shrink into his shoes almost made the ending worthwhile! The only thing I feel bad about is almost losing my temper. I was ready to go all kung fu on that piece of shit. If Kath and Dene hadn't talked some sense into me, I'd have fucked things up for all of us." "A good piece of self-knowledge, Chad. So anyway, what's on tap for the finale? You got plans for tonight?" "I'm of two thoughts-" Chad said, "I would love to find a place where the 4 of us could play, but I wouldn't mind spending the last night with everybody here-all 8 of us." "I could go for family night." I chimed in. "Don't think I can sit for the whole evening," Dene said, soto voce. "HA!" I added. "There's a price to pay for your ass-whacking fetish! I'm still stinging a little too, and I didn't take anything like what I gave you!" "But you liked it, didn't you," Dene grinned. "You're taking the paddle too, Tiger?" Jan asked me. "How'd you like it?" "We just used hands, not paddles, but I came like a ton of bricks!" "Lemme see your ass!" Jan demanded, and I dropped trou to moon her. "Still a little pink, but no marks," she judged. "Dene, let's see yours!" Dene's ass still had some fading rectangular paddle marks from Jan's ministrations earlier in the week, but she was also still sporting crimson hand prints from my work last night. "Holy crap! Whose work is this!" "Kathy's-I had to push a little to get her up to speed, but she gave me some good ones!" "Nice work, Tiger!" Jan gave Dene a good swat as she yanked her slacks back up. Dene yelped, then ooooo'd. The sexy teasing went on a while longer, but in the end we decided to stay home for the last night. Dene, Pam and I had to head back to school and work. My folks had a long day of travel to get back to California with 16 hours total travel time and two layovers. Jan and I had it easiest-one of Tony's partners in the -210 had flown it to St. Charles Tuesday to take a flight for Delta and would be flying it back tomorrow afternoon. He agreed to drop us at Corpus before heading back to their home field north of Dallas. Chad was going to spend a week with his folks and then take a bus to Corpus to spend a few days with me before reporting for AIT. Dene was planning to take "The Dog" (Greyhound) back to Bloomington, Indiana and classes at IU. There was a surprise at dinner! Dene announced that she had quit the IU swim team. Her scholarship was good through the end of the fall semester, but wouldn't be renewed for the spring semester. "My classes are taking more work than I'm used to," she explained, "and the team practices were longer and more exhausting than high school. It was a hard choice, but I decided if I wanted to have a shot at law school I just had to make classes my first priority. The out-of-state tuition is going to be pretty rough without the scholarship, Dad, so I can transfer to Mizzou at semester break." There was a moment of stunned silence before Dene's dad spoke. "Well, if swimming is pulling down your studies, you're making the right decision. I'm a little surprised, I guess. I thought things were going well. Your mid-terms were pretty good." "It was only a 3.5, Dad. That was a wake-up call. There were a couple of really obvious times when swim got in the way-I missed a quiz because I cut class to practice, and I was just too tired to finish a project the way I knew it should have been done. I think I can still pull it up to a 4.0 for the semester. I've been spending the time I gained from dumping swim practice to do extra credit assignments, talk with the Profs and TAs and make sure I get everything mastered all the way, like I did in high school. It's pretty clear I made the right decision to drop swim-things are going really well now." "Is there still time to apply to Mizzou?" Dene's mom asked. "I haven't really pursued that yet. It might be too late, but if it is, I can move back here, work a semester and apply for the fall semester." "Let's explore the options before we pick a direction. Are you happy otherwise at IU? Are the classes good? You have some good friends?" her dad asked. "The classes are pretty good. 3 of them are survey courses-big lectures with TAs doing most of the teaching, but the content is OK. It's probably the same at any big school. My roomy is nice-we get along OK, but I was a hermit until I quit the team, either hitting the pool or hitting the books. I didn't really click with the team. I mean, they weren't antagonistic or anything but I didn't get close to anyone. We were all in the same boat-it's hard to socialize while you're swimming 5 or 10 miles a day, and there wasn't much time left after that. We had the bus trips for away meets, but even those weren't much of a deal. I always had my nose in a book. It's actually better now-there's a girl in the one challenging class I've got who seems about at my level. We study together pretty regularly, and find things to do on weekends. She's in a sorority and wants me to rush next semester, but I'm not sure about that, even if I don't transfer." The conversation between Dene and her folks took up most of the rest of dinner. I was surprised she hadn't tipped me off, and a little irritated, but I kept my mouth shut. After dinner, Dad put his arm around my shoulders and asked: "So how are things going for you, Kitten? We were a little surprised Dene was having a rough go. Are you OK?" "It's kind of the other way around for me, Dad. I'm still bored stiff in all but one of my classes. I pulled a 4.0 at mid-terms, and unless Calculus blows up, I should still have that locked in for the semester. I just can't wait to get to Rice. I'm afraid my brain will start to rot if I don't use it more. I'm worried sick about Chad, though. It's going to be hard not to let that distract me. We've got to figure out a date. I don't think it will be before he gets shipped out. Dad, I just don't know what's best." "Jan was right when she told us to trust you, hon. But don't feel like you're on your own. Use Mom and me to bounce things off of while you think things through. Don't be afraid to use long-distance-there are times when it's worth the expense, and I can probably get an auto-von line at work. You know you're always welcome to move in with us in California, too-they're got some pretty great schools there." As independent as I thought I was, it felt so good to have Dad's arm around me and to know he was still in my corner. I felt my eyes water up as I hugged him and whispered, "Thanks, Dad." All eight of us stayed up in the family room until about 11 that night, with conversations that swirled around alternately in small clusters and then with everyone jumping in. It had a very comfortable, safe feeling-maybe more so because we all knew things would never be quite the same. Dene and I finally fell into bed and I spooned her as we talked softly. "Dene-what the Hell. Last time we talked, you were going to be a teacher and coach swimming! Where did law school come from? And what's the deal with swim? I had no idea you'd dropped it. You're a damn fish-there's got to be more, isn't there?" "Yeah. Not sure I want to talk about it." "Dene-how come? Did you fuck up? You know I don't care. And I think you need to talk. Hon, tell me, OK? Tell your Petey what's going on." I felt her begin to sob quietly. I kissed her shoulder and drew her closer to me, nestling my cheek next to hers. "Yeah. I fucked up. With the coach. I feel like I've been cheating on you." "Holy Crap, Dene! I thought we were past that! You get to do whoever you want! You didn't abandon me. I know you won't ever abandon me, and if you entertain yourself with other lovers while we're apart, it's OK! For God's sake, just look whose arms are you in this minute! And whose pussy were you in the last two nights! You didn't cheat on me, so just cut that crap out. And tell me every lurid detail!" "You sure?" "I'm abso-fucking-positive." "I still feel guilty, but thanks." "So what happened?" "Well, the coach called me into her office the first week. She said she always wanted to get to know her girls individually and invited me to her house for dinner. She said it would be a small group of us, but when I got there, it was just me. She was wearing a thin shift, and I could see she was braless. She's built kind of like you, by the way, and I thought: "No big deal-her house, her option." She gave me some wine, and then some more, and then she served a really great linguine dish with these huge shrimp. It felt weird at first, like I was on trial or something. I really worked at not dripping linguine down my blouse or sounding stupid. But between the wine and talking about things to do in Bloomington, and what life had been like in Corpus, she really put me at ease. Then she took me outside to show me her hot tub. It was this big wooden vat on her patio. She had a fence and tall landscaping all the way around the yard, so it was really private. She asked if I'd like to sit in it a while. She offered to loan me a suit if I wanted, but said that she just always skinny dipped and whoosh! She pulled the damned shift over her head! My jaw dropped. Partly because she just stripped in front of me like it wasn't a deal at all, and partially because she had a treasure trail! Not as thick as mine, but there it was." "It would take a lot to equal this," I said, reaching down to stroke her furry belly. "So, did you? Strip off, I mean?" "Yeah. I was in full battle gear-blouse, bra, skirt, pantyhose-so I didn't just go 'whoosh, naked' but I got there. She widened her eyes and said I was "an absolutely stunning young woman" and was glad I was comfortable with nudity. I wasn't-comfortable, I mean-but I tried the best smile I could. Seemed to me I WAS on trial now, and it had nothing to do with swimming. But she was pretty hot, and I was a little drunk. I was getting turned on, too, and I'd never been in a hot tub. Before we went to the tub, I got more assertive. I closed the distance between us and gave her the line from The Graduate: "Mrs. Robinson, you're trying to seduce me." "My God, Dene, was Mrs. Robinson really her name?" "Nah-but the shoe fit. She said "Well, what do you think?" I cupped one of her tits, rolled her nipple in my fingers, and said: 'I'm pretty sure you are.' She said: "You may be onto something there." She hugged me in close, slid her hands down to my ass and kissed me. She had an enormously long tongue-when she slid it in my mouth I thought 'now there's something that needs to get up my pussy.' We stood there making out for a while-she'd play with my tits, I'd finger her pussy, we'd do some little neck sucks and ear nibbling. Then she said "Shall we?" motioning to the hot tub, and we got in. Gotta tell you Kath, hot tubs are great! She held me in her lap, played with my tits, stroked my bush, fingered my pussy-but it was all slow and gentle. After about 15 minutes, I was limp as a wet noodle! I was surprised how much effort it took to climb out of the tub. We headed to the bedroom and got down to more serious sex. She asked if I liked "devices" or just wanted to play naturally. We went natural. That tongue! Frenching with her was almost like sucking a really agile dick! Honest, she could reach the back of my throat! Her fingers really knew their way around a clit, too. She kept me hovering right on the edge of cumming forever. It was weird when I went down on her. I kept pretending I was you going down on me! You know I've never thought my bush was very sexy-all coarse and thick, and if it wasn't for you, I'd keep it bald above my bikini line. I still like yours best-soft and delicate, tres feminine. But anyway, I ate her out for a long time and got her off probably 4 or 5 times that first night. And then, goddamit, she fell asleep! I was lying there in her bed, so horny I could almost cum without even being touched, and she rolls over and goes to sleep! I figured if she offered "devices," they'd probably be close to the bed, so I went exploring. Found a vibrator-about the size of yours-and got myself off with it. Then, what? Do I spend the night with her? Do I get dressed and bug out? Busses wouldn't still be running and it was a long walk back to the dorm. I didn't have any idea what a cab would cost and I didn't have much cash, so I stayed. Practice was at 5 the next morning, and I figured she'd give me a ride in." "Well, she gave me a ride, but the mood was WAY different in the light of day. She would hardly look at me. She gave me a bitchy stare when she saw I'd used her vibe. She dropped me at my dorm so we wouldn't be seen arriving together at the pool, and when I got there, late, of course, she bitched me out in front of the team and gave me extra laps. It was pretty confusing and I was late for class because of the extra laps. When we finished evening practice that day, I went in her office and closed the door. I asked why she was mad at me. She slumped, and said she wasn't really mad, but that she always felt guilty after having sex with a girl. She said she had some baggage from growing up in a Pentecostal church, but couldn't seem to stay away from girl-girl sex. I told her I was way past feeling guilty about liking girls and that if she wanted to continue I thought she was a good lover and ought to keep on doing what gave her pleasure. I mean, it just seemed silly now that women would feel guilty, but I remember how we felt when we started out." "That was a Friday, and our first meet was still two weeks off. She invited me back to her house again for the weekend. THAT was a weekend to remember, I'll tell ya'! Friday night was a repeat of Thursday-wine, nice dinner, making out, hot tub then eating her out for a half hour. And dammit, she went to sleep AGAIN! That was kind of a pisser. I went for the vibe, but she'd moved it. Bitch. I was a woman on a mission! I went around all her bedroom drawers, then into the closet. Paydirt! There was a long, flat box at the back of the closet and when I reached in, I pulled out a different little vibe, smaller than the first one. I got myself off twice with it, and got the sheets good and damp with my pussy juice. I put the vibe back this time so at least she wouldn't have that to get bitchy about if the guilt hit her again the next morning." "I was up before she was Saturday morning and showered while she still sawed logs. I hunted around in the kitchen and started the coffee. The place was kind of a mess in the daylight, so I started straightening and dusting. She stumbled in about 7 (that's a very late morning by swim team standards) and went for the coffee without speaking. I joined her with the dust rag over my shoulder and asked how the guilt was this morning. I tried to make it sound genuinely sympathetic. She clouded up in a frown for a moment, but seemed to relax. 'Thanks for making the coffee' she said, and went into the living room. She didn't seem to notice my cleaning. I let her sip her coffee until it was gone and got her a fresh cup. Finally I said: 'Listen, if this is going to be too awkward, don't feel like you have to let me stay all weekend.' " "Nope!" she said. "I had a great time last night, and I'm determined not to feel guilty about it. You stay. You administer cunnilingus better than anyone I've ever been with." Dene tried to use some kind of Yankee accent for the coach. "HA! 'Administer Cunnilingus'?!? Dene, she actually said that?"" "Thought you'd get a kick out of that. Yep-her exact words. And in all the other times we were together, she never said 'pussy' 'cunt' 'tits' 'asshole' 'eat me' 'give head' and especially not 'fuck.' She really was wound around the axle about sex." "So did she ever eat you out?" "Nope. Not once. She'd run that foot-long tongue around my tonsils, but never put it where it'd do the most good." "So you were like her little whore girl or something-doing her and not getting anything for yourself? I can see where that would have ended badly" "Not quite that bad. She went out for groceries later that morning and I went back to that flat box in the closet floor. Hoo-boy. Fur handcuffs, paddles, nipple clamps, rope, anal beads, a big old butt plug, a strap-on and a half-dozen dildos. AND a whole pile of Polaroids! There she was: tied up; in handcuffs; getting paddled by a guy; getting fucked; getting caned; sucking dick; getting her nipples twisted; getting fucked by a woman with the strap-on—Coach had some serious kinks. Girl-girl sure wasn't her only departure from her Pentecostal upbringing." "I dunno, Dene, maybe that was to relieve all that guilt! Maybe she had to get 'punished' for being bad and enjoying herself. Did you fess up to finding her stash?" "No, never. But I decided to push things a little. The floors really needed work. I got out a mop bucket and did the kitchen floor and bathrooms, vacuumed and finished dusting. When I heard her pull up, I splashed soapy water down one leg of my jeans and stripped them off. My T-shirt covered about half my ass and most of my bush. I thought I'd let her take a gander in the daylight. I peeked out around a corner of the kitchen and asked if she had anyone with her or expected company. She didn't, so I walked out in just the T-shirt. 'I soaked my jeans emptying the mop water-thought I'd let them dry if that's OK with you' I said." She said to just stay away from the front windows and it'd be fine. She got in one more load of groceries and stripped down all the way. 'Don't want you to feel awkward' she said. I helped put away groceries, finished putting away the cleaning supplies and found as many opportunities as I could to bend over and display my butt. She finally took the bait and said: "You know, you're being a very naughty girl. I've half a mind to get my paddle after you!' "I felt my pussy get wet. I hadn't had any ass-whacking since Jan worked on me last summer! I tried to look as bashful as I could and said I felt guilty and embarrassed about it, but that although I didn't need to be punished, I did like to be spanked. She comforted me by admitting to actually needing punishment herself! Just what you said, Kath-she could only build up so much 'sinfulness' before needing to be punished. I said 'Well the only thing I can think of that you need to be punished for is not using that very nimble tongue to lick my clitoris and penetrate my vagina! Turnabout should be fair play, after all, and I'm sure you enjoyed it when I administered cunnilingus to you!' "You didn't use that language!" I laughed. "Oh, I sure did! She said that was very true, and then got quiet. She fixed lunch for us and then headed back to take a shower. About 10 minutes after the water stopped, she called me back to the bedroom. The contents of the box were laid out on the bed. She was already in the handcuffs, still naked, and looking stoic. 'Denise,' she said, 'I need for you to punish me. I know I had a responsibility to avoid having relations with a student, and I know it's wrong to lead a young woman into lesbian activities, and I know I should have given you pleasure and release. Please use as many of these devices on me as you care to. Take as long as you wish. I'll try to take anything you give me, but if I try to get away, you may tie me up.' " "So did you lay into her?" "I thought about bailing out. But then I thought she probably really needed it, and decided to go ahead. There was a red ball with straps on it on the bed. I'd missed that when I went through the box. There was another pair of cuffs, too, and a 3-foot pole with leather straps on each end. I had to ask her what the hell the ball and pole were for. When she explained, I put the "ball gag" on her and pushed her forward onto the bed, face down. The pole was a 'spreader'. I put the straps on her ankles with the rod between them so she couldn't close her legs. Then I explained what I had in mind: 'I'm going to paddle your buttocks lightly for about 5 minutes. It won't hurt very much at first, but it will begin to sting. Next I'm going to lubricate your anus and penetrate it with these devices. I'll use all of them, small to large, opening your anus up more with each one. Then I'm going to insert this large plug and leave it there. That will be a sign that I'm about to start administering very hard blows with a paddle. I'm writing a number on this piece of paper. I'm folding it so you can't see the number and setting it on the night stand. You will tell me when to stop paddling your buttocks by moving your head from side to side 3 times. Do that for me now to show you understand.' (She did) 'If I've already equaled or exceeded the number of blows I wrote on the slip of paper when you instruct me to stop, your punishment will be over. If you tell me to stop before I reach that number, I will administer double that number at a higher intensity.' " "So you kept on with the clinical language?" "Yes, it just seemed to fit her, you know?" "So how'd it go? Did she get the extras? How'd she take the butt plug?" "She was evidently pretty used to it. Later, she claimed I ended up being so gentle she almost didn't count it as being punished, but I wasn't trying to be particularly gentle. She had tears welling up by the end of the 'gentle' 5 minutes. I had fun fucking her ass with the dildos-I don't think any of them were painful, but evidently they were deeply embarrassing. I had to push a little to get the butt plug seated, but it went in OK. I'd written 10 strokes on the paper, and she went to 20 before she stopped me. She was definitely sobbing by then. I unlocked her cuffs and took off the spreader, and gave her permission to remove the ball gag and butt plug." "So did you do this a lot? I'm guessing something blew up after while." "We fell into a pattern. As a cover, she 'hired me' (I never got paid) to clean her house every Saturday. We'd spend Friday night making out in the hot tub, then moving to the bed for me to eat her out through a few orgasms. Saturday mornings, I'd clean and make breakfast, she'd shop, and then we'd have the afternoon fetish sessions. The only variation was that before I'd work her over, I made her paddle me while I used a vibe on my clit. I'd use her nipple clamps sometimes, and by the way, I'm gonna have to get a set those from Jan. I think you might like 'em too under the right conditions. Anyway, she'd paddle my ass following my instructions about which paddle, how hard and how many. Then I'd make up some punishment routine for her. The more times we did it, the longer her punishment session lasted and the more toys I used on her. I can't say I really enjoyed that part of it, especially since I'd already had a couple of Os by the time I'd start on her, but she clearly either really needed it or really loved it, or maybe both. That was the only thing that kept me at it. I'd shove in the butt plug first thing without warm-up stretching. I'd shove the biggest dildo up her cunt and make her hold it in, I'd paddle her ass for a while, then flip her over and paddle her tits and whip her pussy, I'd pull hairs from her bush, I'd use the nipple clamps on her pussy lips and yank on them, I'd use a cane on her ass and draw great big red welts, I'd end up giving her as many as 50 really hard strokes with the paddle. I took Polaroid's of her with all the marks for her collection. It was incredible what she'd take, and she'd always be really grateful when I was done." "So what happened? Why'd it end?" "We got caught. She always took the phone off the hook so we wouldn't be interrupted while we played. The dean needed her for an expulsion conference on one of my teammates and couldn't get her on the phone, so he came by the house. I was bent over in the kitchen, bare-ass naked holding my ankles while she alternately paddled me and finger-fucked me. There was evidently a narrow sight line from the side windows by the front door into the kitchen and he saw me getting 'abused.' Unfortunately, I hadn't locked the door after I went out for the paper and he came stomping in to rescue me. He told me to get dressed, told Coach she was fired, and drove me back to the dorm. He apologized over and over for coach. I figured saying anything at all was a bad idea so other than thanking him, I kept my mouth shut. When I got up to the floor, I called Coach and told her I'd swear I'd asked her to paddle me. She said that might have worked if she hadn't been 'penetrating me manually' too. She told me not to worry about her. She even said I should tell the dean that she'd forced me to have lesbian sex with her if I wanted to. I said we should both keep quiet about the sex and about her need to be punished. You're the only person I've trusted with the story. Evidently she told the school that she'd coerced me into being her slave. The University was never explicit about it; they only wanted to know how to 'make things right' with me. I said I didn't think I could keep swimming and that I might want to transfer schools, but was devastated to lose my scholarship. Kath, they gave me a cash-out for my scholarship- tuition, room and board through the end of a bachelor's degree! I had to sign a 'non-disclosure' agreement, but I got a check from some foundation for $35,000! I gave 10 grand to Coach to help see her through, but I've still got quite a nest egg. I'm struggling with what to do about Mom and Dad. It probably makes sense to transfer to Mizzou, let them keep paying my tuition, and then use the cash toward grad school. I don't think I can even hint about getting that check without setting off a whole lot of questions that have no good answers. And yeah, law school. I'm gonna be a lawyer and sue the fuck out of assholes who fire people over who they like to sleep with or what they like to do." "I think growing up sucks, Dene. This stuff is getting hard." "Amen, sister." "I love you Dene." I hugged her tightly. "Love you too. Thank God for us, Kath." She kissed my hand. And we drifted off to sleep. Friday, Dec. 3rd, 1971 A week had passed. My folks were back in California, Dene was back at IU finishing the semester, Jan and I were back home in Corpus Christi. To my surprise, Jan had flown the -210 the whole way from St. Charles to Corpus—Tony's partner signed her off for solo cross country and said he thought she was ready to get her license as soon as she logged a little more time! He shook his head saying not too many people took instruction in a complex, retractable-gear airplane. Chad was set to arrive this afternoon on the bus from Houston. He was set to deadhead from St Louis to Houston on Delta, courtesy of Tony, then take the bus on into Corpus arriving at 5:40; I was on pins and needles waiting for him. Tony, Jan's guy, was staying in the house too. After a tightly-scheduled Thanksgiving holiday flying for Delta, Tony was off for 5 days. He and Jan had disappeared into her bedroom yesterday afternoon when he got in and didn't re-emerge until she had to go to work this morning. Tony would be taking my place in Jan's shop while he was here to let me spend the most time I could with Chad. I had finals coming up the week after Chad left for AIT, and was pushing to keep ahead of assignments. After Thanksgiving weekend, Chad stayed with his parents in St. Ann, MO., a suburb of St. Louis. We had talked via long distance twice, and had written letters trying to think through when we should get married. We only had a week left until Chad had to report to Ft. Polk for his AIT, and all we had managed to do was put the decision off until this week. There hadn't been any more hint of what the Army thought about Chad's language skills. Eddie Vu had agreed to keep working on Vietnamese with Chad while I went to class at the J.C., but the Army, being the Army, didn't seem at all interested in someone who could pick up languages and accents 10 times faster than anyone else in the country. Keeping at it couldn't hurt, though, and knowing that Chad had something important to do would help me muster the willpower to keep going to class instead of staying home and humping him 24 hours a day. 4:00 found me killing time by re-vacuuming what I'd already vacuumed twice today when, through the sheers, I glimpsed Chad's form striding up the front walk. I hurled the vacuum toward the closet, raced to the door and threw it open to greet - Tony. "DAMMIT!!" I yelled. Poor Tony, key in hand and moving toward the lock, looked startled, then sympathetic. "Hoping for someone else, I'd guess?" "Oh, Tony, I'm sorry. Yeah-I thought Chad had made it in early to surprise me. I didn't see very clearly through the drapes. I guess I just really wanted it to be him. Hey-c'mon in. You're home early!" "Jan wanted me to get started on making a nice dinner for the 4 of us, if it's OK with you. Chad's due in at 5:40, right? So you'll be home about 6 or a little after?" "Hope so. That's assuming he got on the flight, and that it wasn't delayed, and that he caught the right bus, and that the bus gets in on time. I wish your -210 had been available-he'd be here by now." Tony was in partnership with 3 other Delta pilots in the Cessna 210. "3 out of the 4 of us have the same downtime-I should have thought farther ahead and reserved it. It's been a really hectic season for air travel, though. I barely had time to remember who I was! If I plan dinner for 7:00, would that work OK? Chad would have time to unwind and freshen up and you two, or maybe all 4 of us, could visit before we sit down." "That sounds really nice, Tony. Hey, you and Jan must have been really, umm, tired last night," I said with a grin and a wink. "You went to bed and slept right up till time for work this morning!" "Well, I sure was tired this morning," Tony replied, returning the smile. "If you're anything at all like your sister, Chad may not have anything left in him for AIT!" "Oh? What's my sister like, Tony? Wasn't she able to sleep?" I continued the tease. "I'll never kiss and tell, Tiger, not even for you, except to say that Jan has more sexual energy than any 10 women combined ought to have." "I'm not sure if I'm equal to 10 women. 5, maybe, but 10's a lot." "Hey kiddo, I need to get to the grocery and get things going. How's a nice beef tenderloin sound? Oh, and hang on-I'll make sure his flight was on time into Houston." Tony made the call and talked to one of the stews who verified both that Chad was able to board, and that they got into Houston on time. One worry dealt with! I was torn between staying at home by the phone in case something didn't go according to plan, and heading on down to the bus station. The bus station won-I fired up Betty (my VW) buzzed on downtown. It was a little before 5 when I walked in and sat down in the terminal. I've never SEEN a clock move so slowly! I'd look at it, wait for HOURS, and when I looked again, it was only a minute later! Finally, a bus from Houston was announced and I went outside. It actually rolled in a minute early! But dammit! It looked like a little old lady convention when the doors opened! One-by-one they groaned and creaked down the stairs and clustered right at the bottom to bottleneck everyone coming behind! I could see Chad grinning at me from the aisle as he inched forward. It was all I could do not to shove the old bats down on the curb, but images of my Nana kept me civil. I stood behind the crowd and Chad pushed his way through to lift me off my feet in an embrace and smoldering kiss! "Oh Chad! I want us to get married before you go to 'Nam," I blurted. Holy shit. I didn't know I was going to say that! "My too, baby, me too!" Chad replied. "I've never been so sure. It just feels so right having you in my arms again." He kissed me again, long and deep. "Let's plan it for the end of my AIT-that will give the families time to get here." Over Chad's shoulder, I saw one of the old bags galumphing toward us with a scowl. Doubtless, she thought kissing in public was scandalous—if she only knew! I was about to unleash unkind words, but one of her friends intercepted her. "Maudie, dear, look over here, quickly. I'm afraid they're mishandling your bag!" Maudie whirled and the intervener threw me a wink as she steered "Maudie" toward the bus. "Thank you" I mouthed to our rescuer. We retrieved Chad's bag, threw it in Betty's nose and buzzed on home, pulling in at 6, like Tony and I thought. Jan was home too; there were hugs, handshakes, smiles and lots of good cheer. "Is it OK to tell?" I whispered to Chad. "Go for it." "Jan, Tony-we have some news. We've decided to get married before Chad ships out. We're going to wait until Chad graduates from AIT so the families can have time to come down" "Oh, Kitten-good for you!" Jan gushed. "Oh, we'll have such fun planning it. Tony and I will both do anything we can to make it fabulous! And sorry for using "Kitten," but that just sounds right for wedding planning." "Ditto what Jan said, kids-you're going to make a great couple! I've got some cooking to do, though" Tony said. "Chad if you want to unpack and freshen up, I'll get the girls some wine and get going in the kitchen." Jan and I talked while Chad unpacked and showered. We covered lots of possibilities for the wedding and reception, working up more energy as we talked: shopping for a bridal gown, how many attendants to have, bridesmaid dresses-all the usual wedding busy-nests. I was surprised at Jan's enthusiasm, given her refusal to get married, but her excitement was in high gear! "I assume you and Chad will want as much time all to yourselves as you can get while he's here, Tiger?" Jan asked. "In fact, I DO!" I replied with emphasis. "Tony and I will be working most of the time, and we can take as many overnight trips as you'd like us to." "You don't need to leave, Jan! It's not like we're hiding anything from you, for God's sake. I don't think we'll be having any orgies with you, though." "Got plenty of loving' all my own, kid!" "We've only got a week. A day less, actually, since he's got to report to Ft. Polk a week from today, but we'll come up for air at mealtimes." I winked. That first night Chad and I got in a week's worth of love making, trying to make up for lost time. Toni's dinner was awesome-the tenderloin was melt-in-your-mouth tender. And he fixed a zucchini-tomato casserole, mashed potatoes and a nice salad to go with it. Chad and I excused ourselves quickly after dinner. Even though Chad had just showered, I'd gotten all sweaty vacuuming and re-vacuuming (and pacing back and forth) so we took our "usual" pre-sex shower together. I let him wash me first, enjoying every sensuous touch. He made it into a very sexy massage! He worked on my shoulders and neck, using his thumbs to loosen all the knots, then kneeled behind me and massaged my calves and thighs-it was just wonderful. (Having his face nestled up next to my ass was pretty great too!) He began working on my butt and slowly reached up through my thighs to stroke my bush. The heel of his hand was pressed into my labia and although they weren't parted (yet) I could feel my clit beginning to respond to the pressure. I took his hand and moved it back down a few inches, pressing his finger into my juicy slit. With the tips of his fingers, he lightly rolled my clit. My whole body shivered. I turned to face him and pulled him up into a long, deep kiss while the water cascaded over us, then slid down to lather up his dick and balls. I took my time stroking his soapy dick, rinsing, sucking the head, then soaping it again. We must have been at it for longer than I thought-the hot water began to run out! We dried off, walked across the hall to my room without even bothering to dress and fell immediately into "position 1." For us, of course, "1st position" was with mouths planted firmly in each other's crotches! It didn't take Chad long to explode. I wasn't about subtlety-I sucked that cock with verve and confidence, stroking it with my hand as my mouth pulled it in and out and squeezing his balls with my other hand. I didn't bother waiting to catch up with him this time-I wanted a mouthful of cum right damn NOW! It had been a week-he had plenty for me, and made that low, guttural groan as the shot blasted down my throat. He was plenty loud enough that Jan and Tony had to have heard-but who the hell cared? I let him rest for a few minutes and pulled his head back into my pussy. He returned my vigorous efforts! Straight to my clit with his lips and tongue, one hand under my ass lifting me into his face and two fingers working my pussy. I didn't last long either, ending with a series high squeals and Chad's head clamped between my thighs. "MffPedeee-by head!" Chad complained, his words muffled by my pussy. "Oops. Sorry." We lay panting for a while before renewing our efforts. It was a night worth waiting for! So was the next one. And the next one. And-well, you know. Before we knew it, Thursday the 9th came, and we were down to our last night. This final night had a different feel to it. We had another wonderful dinner (thanks, Chef Tony) talked until about 10 with Jan and Tony, then went back to our room and just held each other. We kissed occasionally, cried some (well, I cried) and drifted off in each other's arms. Chad had been diligent with his language work under Eddie's guidance. Eddie just shook his head in amazement at the progress. He didn't think Chad would pass as a native speaker for very long-he wouldn't have the background of someone who grew up in Vietnam. But he could translate on the fly and was picking up a lot of nuances from inflection and cadence. Eddie couldn't believe the Army was just ignoring that. I saw Chad to the bus station early on the morning of Dec 10th, kissed him goodbye one more time, then sat on a bench and bawled my eyes out. Friday Evening, December 10th: The Phone Call "Yes-I'll accept charges" "Kath?" "Yeah-Chad? You get there OK?" "I'm here, but turns out I'm not supposed to be." "What?!?" "They didn't have me on the roster. I showed 'em my orders and then sat in the HQ building most of the afternoon. Turns out I'm supposed to be at Ft Huachuca, where ever the Hell that is." "Did they tell you why?" "They just said my orders had been changed. They called back to Bliss-my LT was TDY someplace, but somebody finally found he'd changed my orders. I guess they got mailed to the Corpus address. They're probably getting forwarded to Mom and Dad in St. Ann, or maybe getting returned to sender." "What's at Ft-what did you say it was?" "Huachuca. Don't know, but I'll get there quick. They've got me on a MATS flight out of Polk tomorrow morning at 0530. Evidently there's an airstrip on the base there. I don't even know what STATE it's in. Could be Mexico, for all I know." "Hang on. TONY? You know anything about some Army Fort called Whatchyuka? Hold on Chad, Tony knows something." "Chad? It's Tony. Was Kath trying to say Ft. Huachuca?" "Yeah, that's it." "I'm pretty sure it's some kind of spook base, buddy. I gotta think it's your bad-ass language skills finally getting some attention. They got a long fuckin' runway there too." "That's what's on my mind too, but nobody's saying a thing here. Where the fuck is it, Tony?" "Arizona, man, but not by much. It's due southwest of Tucson, almost all the way to Mexico." "Well, fuck. Could be worse places to winter, I guess. Will they let you fly the -210 in there?" "I don't know, man. I'll check." "Let me talk to Kath again." "Good luck, man." "Chad? I was listening to Tony's end. Do you think this is good news?" "I think my AIT may be a different kind of hard than I would have had at Polk. I don't know what to think about good vs: bad news. But listen, we never came up with a code, and we should have. So I've been thinking. If I write you a letter and start it out with your real name, Dear Kathy, then everything in the letter is real. If I start it out Dear Petey, then some of it is BS. Real name, real facts; fake name, fake facts. If I want to really reverse the meaning of something, I'll add "for sure". So if I start Dear Petey, and say "for sure the LT is a great guy" he's really an asshole. OK? We can't get carried away with detail that way, but it's something. Same thing if I phone." "OK-sounds easy enough. Where are you now? Are you sure your phone isn't monitored?" "I'm in town. They said that since I wasn't officially assigned to them I could stay off base. I've gotta get back in at 4 AM, though, so I'm going to hit the rack pretty soon." "Ok-love you bunches. Be careful. Call me when you can." "Love you too. I'll do my best." EPILOGUE Huachuca was indeed a language/spook "finishing school." And unlike Polk, Chad got no leave, even on weekends, and that wasn't even the worst. The worst was, he got shipped out without notice, without getting leave and wasn't permitted to call me. They allowed him to write an open letter to me that got mailed after he'd left the country. "Dear Petey, I'll be gone for a while, but for sure only a month or so. I wish I could tell you about it. I will, as soon as I can. Listen, Petey, for sure I'm OK with this. I'll get back soon so we can get married like we planned. Love Chad" We didn't get married. We never got a chance. I got several more "Dear Petey" letters from Saigon, and they all said "for sure" he was in Saigon and safe from the heavy action. Then the letters stopped. My folks, Chad's folks, all of their contacts in the Army, everyone tried to find out what happened, but Chad's assignments had been classified. Finally, his folks got notice that he was listed as MIA. My senior year at Rice, I ran into Dave-remember him from the Beach Patrol? I'll skip the romance and adventures—Dave and I got married after I graduated and moved to LA for grad school. I still ached for Chad, and like his parents, was torn by the uncertainty that he might still be alive. But the US had withdrawn, North Vietnam had swept in and taken over the South. It had been 3 years, and in my heart I thought Chad had been killed. Only he hadn't been killed. 5 years later, he knocked on our door in San Diego. I almost didn't recognize him. He was leaning heavily on a cane and seemed to have aged 20 years. I was speechless, then elated, then a sobbing mess. By that time, Dave and I already had our first child. I can't say I loved Dave with the intensity that I had loved Chad, but he was a good man, and we were happy. Chad assured me over and over that he understood, and was glad I had moved on. He already knew I was married—he'd been back in the states for a month and had been in touch with his parents and Dene. He apologized for swearing them to secrecy. He'd been in Walter Reed until 2 days ago, and had to go back the next week for more rehab. He had to see me, he said, even though he had no illusions about displacing Dave and picking up where we left off. He just wanted me to know he was alive, and that he was glad I found someone, and glad it was Dave. We visited all afternoon, had dinner with Dave, and because he insisted over and over, drove him to the airport to begin his trip to his parents' house in St. Louis. After a flood of tears, I kissed Chad goodbye again. We didn't end things there. In broad strokes: Chad married too, about 5 years after he got back, and began a lovely family; Dave was killed by a drunk driver just after our 10th anniversary; Chad and Dene were my rocks for a couple of years, visiting often as I worked through the grief, changed jobs and relocated to Illinois. When my libido returned I resumed my lovemaking with each of them; Dene did transfer to Mizzou, enrolled in Naval ROTC, took the Marine option and let them pick up the tab for both her undergrad and her law degree; I remarried-Dick. He was good for me, good for the kids, and life became tolerable, even pleasant. Dick had been in the lifestyle before he met me, quit when I wasn't comfortable with it, but brought me back into it for the last 5 years of our marriage; Chad died early last year. Melanoma. It was already stage 4 by the time they discovered it, and it took him within a month of the diagnosis. This series has been a way of working through my grief over his death. It's helped. Thanks for reading. I may write more about the adventures the 3 of us enjoyed as adults, but this seems like a good place to end the series. Val (aka Kathy/Petey)
Don't Look Back Ch. 15	8,829	4.54	963,025	[ "m/m erotica", "marshall and lee", "taboo", "incest", "father/son", "m/m romance" ]	Lee rolled Marshall so they were face to face. Marshall's breath quickened at the sight of Lee's hard body poised above him. Although Lee presented a tough façade to the world, Marshall could read him like a book. His own personal, private edition. He could read the emotions that flashed through Lee's eyes, mirrors to his soul, and he loved them all. But most of all, he loved how Lee loved him. A slow, lazy smile spread across Lee's face. Marshall's heart lurched at the sight. Lee reached between them, his fingers circling Marshall's length, pressing his palm against Marshall's flesh. "Don't come until I tell you," he warned. "Understood." Marshall shivered at Lee's touch. He'd promise anything if it meant he got to have Lee inside him, reconnecting at their most basic level. There was a fire inside of him that perpetually burned for Lee, a flame that could never be quenched. "Think maybe we should go up to San Antone soon. There's a few things I'd like to get." Marshall knew Lee had more than computer parts on his mind. They'd been looking at various toys online. Lee wanted to try the wireless remote butt plug on Marshall. According to the website they read, it vibrated. "Sounds like a good idea," Marshall agreed. He tried not to let his excitement show, but he knew Lee felt it anyway. "I can plug you while you work, keep your hot ass on simmer all day, and watch you squirm until you beg me to take you." His hand pumped Marshall's cock. Marshall thrust into his tight grip eagerly. Just thinking about that plug threatened to send Marshall over. He had to get a grip on himself or he'd come. "I like that idea," he moaned. Lee reached behind Marshall. "Raise up," he directed. Marshall lifted his hips, and Lee slid a pillow beneath them. The pillow wasn't the softest, but it wasn't exactly hard either, and the added elevation allowed Lee better access to Marshall's hole. It also meant he could bury himself deeper inside of Marshall. Marshall was certainly all for that. "Then you better work extra hard, next couple of weeks. And watch that smart mouth." Marshall knew better. He knew Lee encouraged his sass. He also knew Lee was proud of him, and the work he did for their company. He just liked to give Marshall a hard time. And Marshall loved that he did. "Maybe I should use that smart mouth on you," Marshall retorted. Lee grinned. "Not tonight you won't." He leaned down, slanting his mouth over Marshall's, effectively ending that particular discussion. For now. Their tongues tangled in silent communion, in a mutual give and take, exploration of familiar territory. Marshall's need for Lee was only growing greater and hotter. He had to focus hard to keep from exploding into Lee's hand. Lee drew back and slid two fingers inside Marshall's mouth. He sucked at them eagerly. At last, things were moving forward, and he was closer to getting what he wanted. When Lee felt the digits were wet enough, he removed them, releasing his hold on Marshall's weeping cock to grab his legs, raising them to his shoulders. A familiar giddiness coiled inside Marshall's stomach, the kind you get when you're sitting on a roller coaster, about to take the big plunge. Lee eased his wet fingers inside of Marshall, stretching his tight muscles. He would never enter Marshall without prepping him first, and he'd never do it dry, either. He reached inside of Marshall and pressed on his prostate. Marshall released an involuntary yip, arching his back. "Like that, boy?" "Sir, yes, Sir," Marshall moaned. He started to reach for his cock, without thinking, but his hand was swatted away. "Did I say you could?" "No, Sir, you did not." "Then remember that." Lee pulled his fingers out of Marshall's ass with a wet pop. Marshall knew his actions wouldn't cost him what he wanted most—Lee wanted it as badly as he did. He felt the head of Lee's cock nudge his opening, and he resisted the urge to reach for it and guide it inside of him. Then Lee plunged into him in one strong move, filling Marshall completely. He gasped at the feeling of fullness that suffused him, the completeness of their union. Neither moved, simply enjoying the moment. Then Lee lowered Marshall's legs to the level of his waist, and Marshall locked his ankles behind Lee's back, pressing against the dip just above Lee's ass. He leaned up a little and Lee leaned down, and their mouths met in the middle in a passionate kiss. Lips joined, Lee began to move, quickly establishing a steady rhythm. The bedsprings creaked beneath them, in sync with Lee's movements, echoed by similar creaks from nearby rooms—the symphony of Partners, the music from the bar an audible backdrop to the private activities. Marshall moved his hips to meet Lee's thrusts, urging Lee to fuck him harder, his moans becoming lost inside Lee's mouth. Just when he thought he'd have to risk taking himself in hand, Lee took hold of Marshall's cock and pumped. Lee released Marshall's lips long enough to whisper hoarsely, "Come now, boy." And Marshall did, his orgasm the crescendo to their love song. Lee continued to thrust as Marshall's cock released in hard spurts between them, covering Lee's hand, and spattering both their chests. Marshall squeezed his muscles harder, and felt Lee's response. A few more pushes and Lee released, filling Marshall with wet warmth. They lay together afterward, after wiping off as best they could. Just for a moment before heading back to their friends. Marshall stared up into Lee's gorgeous eyes, unable to speak, filled with love for this beautiful man he could not live without. As if sensing his mood, Lee murmured softly, "No matter where you are, I'll be there. I love you, Marshall." "Love you too, Lee." Life was perfect.
Mature Fantasy Club Ch. 04	56,327	4.51	248,451	[ "fantasy sex", "sex club" ]	Part 1. Don, "Gee Rhonda, it's been over al most two months since Jay and Lauren joined our Club. I think things are going well, don't you. " Sipping on her usual after dinner cup of coffee. "I guess so. You probably noticed, we've gotten into an event pattern that favors the men's sex needs on Monday's and the women on Thursday's." "You're right. But that's not so bad, is it? Even with Viagra, we need a few more days to recover." "No, but I want to play In All Holes sometimes. And Lauren is holding us back. " "You really got a special kick out of those anal penetration games, don't you?" "When we first discussed it, I thought it was going to be bad news. But once we got into it, I found it especially stimulating. And you can't say that it wasn't pleasurable for you. The men really got off!!!" "I never thought there was any virgin territory left to conquer." "Yeah, you were probably hoping that we would eventually engage in double penetration, weren't you?" "Well, the thought had crossed my mind. But I wasn't sure that you women would be willing to go that far." "To be honest, Wendy broached the subject to Cecilia and I. What do you think I said?" "Stop teasing me." "Well. I said I would give it a trial, if she would be the first." "Wow!!!" "What did Cecilia say?" "First, she wanted to be clear about the meaning of Double Penetration. Wendy explained that that there could be several options. First was a combination of oral sex and vaginal sex simultaneously, with two different partners. We have been doing that occasionally; but from my perspective, I get lots of work and little reward. It is often an awkward position, hard on the back and shoulders. It is hard to relax and enjoy the sensuality. "The next option was two men having vaginal intercourse with the same woman sequentially. Wendy referred to that option as Perpetual Orgasms. Cecilia thought that would be wonderful, since men often tire too quickly, leaving us incompletely satisfied. " "Last was a combination of simultaneous vaginal sex and anal penetration with different partners, either with two penises or a penis and a dildo." "Cecilia probably flipped on that option." "She looked shell shocked. She required some prodding to consider this option, but she eventually conceded it might be ok if we were gentle and used lot's of lubrication. She also demurred on Jim's huge penis coming in the back door." "Why do you think that Wendy would take the lead on this issue?" "She admitted that she was getting orgasmic type contractions in her anus, and that sometimes they were stronger than her vaginal orgasms. As we age, the vaginal canal becomes a bit dryer and intercourse that way is less stimulating. I think she thought that doing both together would be something special. In any case, I hear that we're going to do Doctors and Nurses at Wendy's House on Thursday. "Don, you know the best thing about Doctors and Nurses games?" "The uniforms" "No, silly. It's the stories that people make up from their past experiences to set the mood. " "Yeah, there have been some good ones." "I like the one that Jim told about being in the hospital as young man having his spleen removed, when the night nurse noticed his huge erection. She kept staring and staring. When she came back, she brought new sheets and her hand kept brushing against Jim's private parts when she changed the sheets. Jim said he almost ejaculated from her hand movements. The next night, she brought warm water and gave him a bath while he lay in bed. She grew very bold and washed his penis. She told him that she needed to clean his penis head because it could become inflamed so she encircled it with warm washrag and stroked him. Jim couldn't contain himself and sperm spurted out over his stomach. She apologized and quickly cleaned him." "Do you think it really happened?" "I don't know for sure, Don, but if it didn't, it sure was a great fantasy. Wendy's story was also great. All women express some embarrassment about doctors doing gynecological exams, but she turned it around with her tale about the young intern." "She said she couldn't help but be attracted to the handsome doctor who was subbing for her regular. And when he examined her, she felt herself getting wet. He tried to keep his face passive, but Wendy knew from the sparkle in his eyes that he couldn't help himself. She saw him fidgeting and figured that he was developing an erection. Then the nurse came in and noticed the bulge in his pants. She had a funny expression in her eyes, and Wendy thought the scene turned her on. She always imagined that something occurred between the two of them after she left." "No matter if either story was true, it makes our games those days really fun as we played out the scenes. And yes, Don, I do like the white uniforms. They are really sexy." Part 2 The Rhonda Story Rhonda was compact---about 5 feet 5 inches, with long hair, big brown eyes, and smooth curvy breasts. She was definitely the cheerleader type. In fact she had been one when she was in high school, and several of the athletes tried to do the bases with her, rarely getting past first base, with a few quick feels of her boobs. She was a real tease and continued that reputation through high school into college. She met her first love, Tim and she made mad passionate love to each other, but Tim could not make a commitment so they eventually broke up. Rhonda promised herself that she would not sexually engage with her next love interest until an engagement ring was on her finger. And that is exactly what she did after she met Don. Don was never quite sure it was love and not lust that promoted him into marriage. But after a brief romantic interlude, they settled down to married life. Rhonda often used sexual favors to get her way with Don, and eventually that cooled much of their early ardor. When Rhonda turned 55, menopause hit her with a ton of bricks. She had hot flashes, periods of alternating heat and chills, emotional highs and lows, withdrawal days, etc.----the whole nine yards. Finally, her Doctor prescribed hormones-estrogen and testosterone. All the symptoms magically disappeared, but other strong emotions emerged. She began to have intensely erotic dreams, with men and woman caressing her breasts and vulva. She awoke to find her panties wet with secretion. When she went to the Swim Club, she had to fight the urge to grope the lifeguard with bulges showing in his trunks. She found her nipples to be extremely sensitive to the touch. She stopped wearing a bra because the friction caused her to sensually vibrate. For the first time in many years, she began wearing sexy nightgowns and literally attacking Don whenever he exhibited even the slightest interest. One day while in the shower, she touched her clitoris with a bar of soap. She found it extremely sensitive and aroused. She sat down on the bench in the shower and with water splaying over her breasts, she used soapsuds to caress her turgid nipples and finger her aroused clitoris. An erotic shock wave coursed through her body as her climax came within minutes. Then the beating of the water spray on her exposed organs caused her to squeeze her thighs together in another climax, almost as intense as the first. For the first time since she began her hormone pills, she saw a relaxed smiling face in the mirror. So started the daily self-pleasuring. Even when she and Don had sex the night before, she couldn't and didn't want to skip her new habit. She was woman possessed by an overactive libido. She searched for new ways to take herself off--water sprays, dildos, vibrators. She was very creative. Don never suspected. A few years later, her doctor recommended that she stop taking hormones. New research raised questions about the side effects of long-term use. Rhonda was extremely upset. She didn't confide in her doctor as to the real reason for her negativity. She didn't want to give up the orgasms. That was just about the time that Don came home with the story about the Mature Fantasy Club in their retirement community. Rhonda was careful to be non-committal at first, concealing her enthusiasm. She let Don talk her into it and never looked back. The aura and variety of sexuality in the Club more than replaced her masturbation impulses. And her night dreams were better than ever. Part 3. The Group gathered on Thursday Morning at Jim and Wendy's. The women were dressed in their nurse's outfits. Jim queried. "Does anyone want to provide a story as a backdrop to today's session?" Jay raised his hand. This was unusual since he was typically quiet. "I'd like to tell the story about the time my aunt gave me an enema. This happened at home, so it's not a true doctor-nurse story. But it is related to a medical situation." Jim. "I see from the nodding heads to go right ahead and tell your story." "Ok. One day when I was a senior in high school, I was invited to a party at a friend. Evidently, I had some bad food. So when I came home, I was feeling pretty low. My stomach was really upset. My mom called another mother and found out that a buddy was also sick. So clearly, it was something we had at the party. Mom called the doctor who recommended that I get cleaned out. In those days, we used a rubber bag filled with hot water and hose with a black rubber tip. My father was out of town, so he was unavailable. Mom was embarrassed to do it, as I had just turned eighteen and was consciously aware that I was fully developed. Fortunately, mom's sister was visiting. Aunt Lisa was a real hot babe, as we would say in those days. She was mom's youngest sister—about 35 and never married. She had great boobs and a trim body. "Lisa, would you give Jay an enema. I am sure that he doesn't want his mom to see his private parts. He would be embarrassed." "I think you're the one that will be embarrassed. But sure, I'll do it, if Jay doesn't mind." "Sure." Even though I was sick, I was thinking racy thoughts. And I knew that Lisa would have to get partially undressed to avoid getting her clothes wet. " Elaine, you'll have to leave us alone for awhile." Mom quickly left the room, heading down the steps to the first floor. "Jay, let's go into the bathroom." Lisa filled the enema bag with warm water and soaped the rubber tip. "Jay, I'm sorry, but you'll have to get naked and kneel on the floor so I can use this on you." "It won't bother me, if it doesn't bother you. Be careful how use that device." " Thanks for the vote of confidence. I have never done this before. I don't want my good clothes to get wet. So, turn around while I disrobe a bit." She took off her blouse, exposing her fulsome cleavage encased in a white lacy bra. She hesitated for a brief moment, and then slipped off her wool skirt, exposing her white satin panties. I could see the outlines of her crotch, as I kneeled on a rug on the floor. "Ok, Jay, I am going to slip this tube inside you and begin releasing the water. You have to hold in for a few minutes, until you can't. And then go to the commode. I will stay right outside the door in case you need me." After seeing Lisa undress, excitement started to build up within me. And when she stuck the tube in my anus, I got a rock hard-on. I heard Lisa's breath in deeply, as she couldn't avoid seeing my full erection. "Jay, after the enema. Flush the toilet and jump into the tub and start the water. You will need to get clean." I felt the water pour into my innards and I held on for as long as I could. Then I released and jumped in the tub, turning on the water. "Aunt Lisa, I am in the tub. You can come in if you want." "Thanks, it was getting chilly in the hallway." In came my Aunt, still in her satin panties and bra. She had left her clothes hanging on the door in the bathroom. Seeing her partially naked inspired my second erection. "Do you feel better, Jay." She was peeking into the tub, which was filling up. "Yes. I do." "Good. Oh, I see you need a washrag. Let me get one." She kneeled next to the tub and her eyes were transfixed on my erection. "Jay, you are quite the man. It looks like you have a problem from the enema that needs fixing. Don't be embarrassed to tell me Jay, but do you, do you play with yourself at all." "What do you mean Auntie?" "Well, I think boys call it a hand job." Her eyes were glistening with lust. I was too embarrassed to respond. "Jay, I think you need to be washed properly." The next thing I knew, she had picked up some soap and started washing my backside and brushing against my testicles and penis. "Turn over Jay." I was shocked when she began stroking me with her hands, using soapsuds. I was in ecstasy. "Now be quiet Jay, this is to improve your health." After a few minutes, my penis was throbbing with tension. I decided to push the envelope when I asked her. "Auntie, I am sure what you're doing will make me feel better, but I don't want to soil your clothes so you might want to do something with your bra. "I guess you're right Jay. Now you have to keep this a secret between us. My sister, your mom, would not understand." "My lips are sealed." And she quickly dried her hands and released the bra snaps, letting her tits fall out. The seemed huge to me at the time, with beautiful aureoles and firm nipples. "Ok, that feels better. The straps were rubbing on me anyway." She resumed stroking me as I gazed at her. I was in rapture. I never had seen a woman up close until that time. Wendy suddenly piped up. "Jay, I think we got your story message. Given what I see in the room from bulging pants and misty gazes, the Club is ready to proceed. Using Jay's story as a basic guide, how about if we have a little anal experimentation as the core of our event today?" Wendy quickly went over the options including one man using the back door and the front door on the same woman in sequence, one man using the back door on a woman and another man using the front door simultaneously, and one man using the front door on a woman assisted by a man or woman using a dildo on the back door. "If everybody agrees, I will put the numbers in a hat and then we can draw." Wendy was staring directly at Lauren. Lauren. "Ok, I know I have been holding the Club back, but since it is Jay's story that got this started, I will try to engage. However, I would like to substitute for one of the options. I still think it may hurt to have two men in me simultaneously, I suggest that they could do it sequentially, preferably in the vagina. I think that would be very erotic. And if I happen to pick one of the other options, that would get me started on the anal side for the future. So I could gradually work up to try more aggressive moves." Wendy. "You must have been reading my mind. Your suggestion is terrific-- special treat for the women. I see by the nodding of heads that everyone agrees. Let's pick our special treats, as pulled out the two bowls with the female and male names on cards inside." Quickly, they selected the cards. "For today, it's going to be Jim and Rhonda, Bill and Lauren, Jay and Cecilia, Don and me. Now we need to select the options. Rather than do it randomly, why don't we make it a woman's choice event. The options are Sequential Vaginal Penetration, Anal Penetration, and Vaginal Penetration starting with Anal using finger or dildo. Rhonda, what's your choice?" "Vaginal with Anal finger." "Cecilia?" "I like that too." "Lauren? " " I'll stick with Sequential." "For myself, I'll stick with Anal only. And since Jim is the host, he and Bill can switch off to take care of Lauren. The four of you need to use the big bedroom with two beds." Part 4. The four couples paired off and retreated to the assigned bedrooms. Jay began sucking Cecilia's clitoris, which was expanding to it usual formidable size. Juices began flowing quickly as the effects of Jay's erotic story still permeated her mind. "I love when you suck me Jay. You are the best in the group at rolling your tongue at the right angles. " "When do you want me to push my finger in your anus." "You can do it while you're sucking, but use plenty of lubricant." "Oh, be careful, your fingers are thick." Jay gently pushed inside her ring and began wiggling his finger around the moist canal. He continued sucking her clitoris and using his tongue to explore her open puffy vulva. At first, Cecilia felt a little discomfort from the anal penetration. But she forced herself to relax and soon she responded to the rhythm of clitoral and anal stimulation. This was a vastly different feeling, with heat and pressure from two sources instead of one. "Arrrgggggh. I am going to cummmmmmmm," as her clitoris exploded with starbursts. She had no similar climax from her anal canal, just a warm glowing feeling of fullness and completion. "I need you inside me, Jay, right now." Jay pulled his finger out, washed and wiped his finger on the wet towel, he had placed next to them. His massive seven-inch penis was in full erection as he penetrated her vagina, profusely secreting its love juices. "For G-d sakes, I love it," Cecilia cried out, as Jay began stroking in and out of her pulsating canal. Cecilia wrapped her legs around Jay as her body responded to the classic fucking motion, in one climax after another, shaking her innards in crashing intensity. Jay was like a mad man, without control of his primal urges, as her frothing juices smoothed his fucking motion to the point of no control. Ropes of sperm excreted from his penis lips, as his body collapsed on Cecilia's sweaty slim body. Don felt really lucky being in the bedroom with Wendy. She was the most experimental of the women in the Club. And he could hardly contain himself when she selected anal as the modus operandi. Rhonda never wanted to try anything different, and this was virgin territory. "Don, I cleaned myself before we came. But use a washrag anyway." As Don gently cleaned around her anus, Wendy put some lubricant in her anal canal. "This should help you penetrate without hurting me." "Even though Jay's story was stimulating, I need some foreplay to get into the mood." Don responded by caressing and kissing her fulsome breasts, tweaking her nipples between puckered lips. "I love when you use your penis and testicles to caress my breasts." Then Wendy took his limp penis between her lips and sucked it to full erection. Juices began flowing from her pussy lips. "Don, take some of my juices and insert your finger in my anus, to help smooth the way." Don did as she directed, getting his finger past the anal ring, using a combination of Wendy's juices and lubricant within the confines of the anal canal. Wendy got on all fours, inviting Don to penetrate her from the rear. Don got on his knees and placed his erect, rock hard penis up against her anal opening. "Now push slowly, but don't stop until you're inside," she directed. "That hurts a bit, but don't stop now. Try to keep your penis level with my body." Don began pushing forward, and slowly, inevitably, he found his penis fully inserted inside. "Use the lubricant on your penis when you withdraw and that should make easier to stroke." In short order, Don was pumping back and forth. Wendy felt her clitoris elongate as she reached back with one hand and stimulated it in rhythm to Don's motion. She felt the nerves around her canal tingle with heat. Don felt extreme tightness, as her anal muscles grasped his stroking penis. Don was straining because he couldn't stroke fast enough to take himself off, and Wendy felt like her whole insides were on fire. Suddenly Don pushed forward as sperm seeped out into her canal. Wendy literally felt his juices as she plummeted forward onto her stomach, as she felt an extreme sensation. It wasn't like a full clitoral climax, more like a constant pleasurable tingling. "Don, suck me off," she instructed as Don pulled out of her anus. She turned over and he began quickly sucking her elongated clitoris, pulsating with pleasure and desiring physical release. Quickly, she had a one and then another huge orgasm, as she felt his semen rolling out of her anus. Jim, Rhonda, Bill and Lauren headed to the large bedroom together. "Lauren, your idea of two men is better than one, is great," Rhonda spoke out as they entered together. "What do you think Lauren, shall we do a strip show for the boys." Turn on the CD player and put on some Barry White." Soon, the Rhonda and Lauren were swinging and swaying. Rhonda continued. "Let's do each other while the men watch. But, first the men need to strip so we can observe their reactions." Jim and Bill got naked as they sat next to their respective beds. Rhonda starting unsnapping Lauren's uniform, slowly, one snap at a time, exposing her black satin bra and panties. And Lauren did likewise to Rhonda. They were bumping and grinding as they unhooked each other's bras exposing their full cleavage. Lauren fronted Rhonda and started caressing her breasts, bringing her nipples to full hardness. Rhonda began sucking Lauren's nipples, making them turgid. Rhonda reached down to Lauren's panties, running her finger down her smooth vulva and then pulling the panties down around her ankles. Lauren reached into Rhonda's panties, fingering her clitoris, hidden from the men. Then, she slowly removed her panties while frigging inside her bare mound. Both women stepped out of their panties while playing with each other using light feathery touches, so delectably stimulating. Jim and Bill were watching them engrossed in a whirlpool of feminine eroticism. Rhonda and Lauren were engaged in a sexually heated reverie. Lauren's mind wandered back to her experiences with Nancy and Anne, comforted by the knowledge that they were coming to visit soon. Then a lewd thought crossed her mind. She would invite Rhonda over for lunch in the hot tub this Saturday while Jay and Don were off to an all-day golf session. Maybe, she thought. Suddenly, Rhonda broke out of her trance and directed her focus to the sexually charged men seated nearby. "We need some doctoring right now." Jim's huge penis was fully erect as he pushed Rhonda on to the bed. Rhonda grabbed his penis and inserted its head into her vagina. In a continuous stroke Jim penetrated her fully right up to his nine inches. Rhonda was fully moisturized and ready and Jim began moving back and forth, filling her slippery vagina completely filled with his monstrous organ. She spouted a un-lady-like, "Fuck my pussy, you brute." On the other bed, Lauren had gotten on top of Bill, and was riding him up and down while he pleasured her breasts and nipples. Lauren was fingering her clitoris while enjoying the ride. "This is really wild!!!" After a few minutes on his horse, her back arched. "Oooooooooh, Ooooooh, Ooooh, Oh my!!!!!!!!!!!! Bill shot into her, as she had a huge clitoral cumm, her upright body shuddering with released emotion. Rhonda, in synch with Lauren's outburst did likewise. "I'm cumming!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bill, whose penis was being held in a vice like grip by Rhonda's strong vaginal muscles, also shot his semen into her pulsating pussy. After a few deep breaths, Rhonda cried out. "Ok, let's switch." Bill and Jim jumped out of and into different beds. Fortunately, with Viagra pulsing through their veins, they were still hard. Lauren was eagerly anticipating Jim's huge penis. And Rhonda in compensation for Bills smaller organ wanted to ride it, just as Lauren had done. And so they did. Since the men had already ejaculated and were still hard, they could pleasure and sexually service the women for a long time, taking it slow and easy, as each of the women had several follow-on orgasms. "This is ecstasy, Rhonda cried out to no one and to everyone." "It sure is," retorted Lauren, fucking away until they could take no more stimulation.
100% Pure Sex Ch. 02	90,281	4.56	994,061	[ "seduction", "swinger", "open marriage", "open relationship", "partner swap", "swapping", "france", "multiple orgasm", "swinging", "playing" ]	Recap: Susan and Matt have been holidaying in the French Riviera. Befriended and seduced by Clara and Julien, where do they go to from here? LUST CONQUERS ALL Susan drifted on the edge of consciousness for some time. Gradually her senses wakened. She was vaguely aware of being supremely comfortable. Her whole being was slowly rocked up and down, and a faint lapping of water penetrated her mind ever so slightly. Her eyelids remained closed but the world beyond them gradually brightened with the dawn. Her thighs and arms felt heavy and sore, though Susan couldn't think why they should be so. Even those sensations were not enough to rouse her from her stupor yet, however, so she lay a while still in that region between dreaming and wakefulness. Slowly her brain activity began to fire up. She opened her eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling. Sunlight danced in shimmering patterns across it and down an equally unfamiliar wall. Susan frowned slightly. She quickly glanced around, taking in herself and her surroundings in a split second: she was sprawled naked on the rumpled sheets of a double bed in a small but comfortable cabin. Her pubic hair was matted together and a crusty whitish residue coated areas of her inner thighs. Next to her, peacefully asleep and also naked, lay a dark handsome man, whose full lips, dextrous fingers, and large cock were responsible for Susan's current condition. She sat suddenly bolt upright. Now that she was fully awake, the memories of the previous night crashed over her consciousness like a tsunami. For a full minute she sat completely still whilst her mind roiled with confusing thoughts and emotions. Julien stirred beside her but didn't wake. Susan's eyes roamed over his clean muscular physique as he lay on his side facing towards her. His thick dick rested contentedly on the bed, it's circumcised head also coated with a dry white substance. Even flaccid it was at least as long, if not longer, than her husband's. Her husband! The full enormity of what she had done pressed down on her. As if it were indeed a physical heaviness, Susan lay back down on the bed, unable to bear the weight. She felt slightly panicky as pangs of guilt assailed her. She tried to slow her breathing, tried to calm herself and clear her head from the emotional turmoil rising up. Susan tried to make some sense of what she had done and just how she had ended up in this predicament. Never in 17 years had she even come close to doing such a thing. How did some innocent flirting turn so suddenly into a bonk fest? How could she ever explain this to Matt? Her thoughts turned to how crushed Matt would feel when he found out. She never even thought for one moment about possibly keeping it all a secret. She was terrible at secrets and surprises alike. Matt would be so devastated - or so she imagined she would feel if he had cheated on her. Not that he had been particularly attentive to her of late of course. In fact, now she came to think about it, it was partly his fault, the bastard. If he hadn't been so preoccupied - if he had paid her a bit more attention - maybe things would never have got to this stage. This line of reasoning helped to calm Susan down and her body began to relax from its fright. Yes, dammit, the fault couldn't lie completely with her. Matt had shoulder some of the blame. In her mind, Susan was running ahead, seeing how the conversation with Matt would pan out. Yes, they could get through it - even grow from the experience. He would be hurt for a while, but even he would be able to recognize that if he hadn't been so caught up in himself and stopped ogling Clara all the time, she, Susan, would not have fallen victim to Julien's irresistible charms. For irresistible they were, she had to admit. My god, he knew how to woo a woman! She could see it all so clearly now. All the events of yesterday were a big lead up to getting her into his bed. Or anywhere naked together probably. As her thoughts drifted back over the previous days events, she felt again the stirring of desire in her loins. The things Julien had done with her body! How he had made her feel! Since when had she ever felt so alive? It was like....like opening a cage and allowing the bird inside to fly free. To spread her wings in way she never had before. It was exhilarating - and yet, scary too. For it was unknown territory she had flown into. Beside her Julien began to stir. He flopped onto his back but didn't quite open his eyes. His penis, soft and long, lay pointing up towards his head, its shaft running through tight dark curls covered with dried secretions, its head up on his abdomen. Susan partly recoiled form the sight, but another part of her wanted to reach out and grab a hold of it. To feel again its warmth and thickness - a solid and reassuring reminder of that woman and those events that she wanted to both reject and embrace. Julien moved again, this time raising his arms up and rubbing his eyes, yawning. He looked over at Susan and smiled. "Good morning, ma cherie." Susan felt shy and awkward. Waking up in someone else's bed was not a thing she did. He turned towards her naked form and propped himself up on one elbow. "Did you sleep well?" he enquired politely. She reflected quickly. Apart from slightly sore thighs and wrists she did feel quite well and relatively refreshed. She nodded. "Yes, I think I must have slept quite soundly." "Well, you were quite worn out," he teased. Susan blushed deeply. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and very nearly did both. Julien brushed her hair from her eyes tenderly and took hold of a trembling hand. "Do not torment yourself with guilts and regrets. You enjoyed yourself very much, n'est pas? You cannot deny that." Susan body continued to tremble slightly but she found she could think clearly. "I don't deny it. I can't deny it, that's true." "But you want to?" "If I could just replay time, if I could start yesterday again..." "You would do everything the same. You know in your heart you would." Susan sighed. "But my husband! How could I be so unfaithful to him? It will be such a shock for him." She shook her head sorrowfully. "He won't have predicted this, for sure." "Oh come now. He is a writer is he not? He understands characters - their motives, their desires..." "The spurned lover? The cuckolded husband? Yes - I'm sure he will understand those parts all too well now." Julien chuckled and sat up, but then his face turned earnest. "Ma cherie, I tell you it is not so. You don't think that he and Clara have just been sitting around doing nothing - innocently waiting for us to return? You don't think they might find something interesting to occupy themselves with?" A hand seemed to tighten itself around Susan's heart and she gasped. Her eyes widened. "You don't think? No! Impossible!" And yet, the moment those words were out of her mouth, Susan realised with a shock, that such a thing was indeed a possibility. She had seen Matt look admiringly at Clara. And she had seemed quite attentive to him too. Could they possibly have...? Julien nodded as he saw her thinking hard. "You see for yourself how someone can be taken to places they swore they would never go." "Yes, but...Matt?" "Would it change things for you if he, like you, perhaps indulged a little more than he meant to?" Would it ever! He couldn't very well point the finger at her if he had been having it off with that little minx, Clara! If he's cheated on me... Her thoughts in that direction trailed off, as of course she was just as guilty in that way as him. IF anything had happened that is. How weird is this? Susan thought. Now I'm hoping my husband has cheated on me! \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Matt woke with a start from a pleasant dream. He had been in a hot-tub full of jell-o, and even though he was alone, there were unseen hands below the surface rubbing delightfully all over his dick and balls. He stretched and turned over in bed to tell Susan about it. It was then that he realised that he was, in fact, alone and in an unfamiliar bed. Clara's bed, he now remembered; and all the events of the previous night came back in a flash. How many times had he fucked her? Three? Four? It all got a bit hazy after they finally made it to her bedroom. He looked down at the rumpled bedsheets that were testament to their nocturnal activities. His dick throbbed, though whether from his erotic dream or from his memory of last night's reality he could not be sure. From close by Matt was now aware of the sound of a shower running. This awoke a rather different feeling in his groin. Erection or not, he really needed to pee. Matt swung his legs over the side and took some wobbly steps toward the ensuite bathroom. He pushed open the door slightly. Clara was in the shower stall. The glass was a little misty, but he could clearly see her luscious body under the flowing water. And she had one hand between her legs. He wondered if she was cleaning or pleasuring herself. Matt pushed the door open wide. "Didn't you get enough last night?" he joked. Clara stopped and looked up. She smiled at him. "Oh, I definitely got enough last night. But today is a new day of course..." She opened the shower door in invitation. "Come in," she purred. "I have to pee." "Come in." It was quite a command this time, and Matt didn't have it in him to disobey. It was a large shower stall with double shower heads, only one of which was currently in operation. Matt felt the warm spray on his legs as he stepped over the threshold and into the orbit of this bronze goddess. Clara reached around him to close the screen door and her breasts grazed sensuously across his chest. She moved to one side of him and held his penis by the base, pointing it down to the middle of the shower floor. "Go on then," she murmured. Matt's dick throbbed several times in quick succession. His balls ached. "I can't," he said helplessly. "Not like this." "Then you didn't really need to go after all, did you?" Clara teased and jacked his shaft several times. Matt closed his eyes to savor the feeling. He moaned aloud and Clara stopped her movements. "No more of that now until you've done your business." She moved her hand so that her palm cupped his testicles while her thumb and two fingers still grasped his base. Matt kept his eyes closed. He tried to ignore this sultry siren. At least she was keeping her hand still for now. He concentrated. Come on : pee! Talk about performance anxiety! With a loud sigh Matt finally was able to begin to urinate. Clara's hand now moved back again to fully enclose his shaft, holding his dick and aiming his piss towards the drain hole. Her left hand was grasping his buttocks as if trying to squeeze the liquid out from there. Her mouth found his and they kissed, her tongue invading him with a passion he had rarely ever experienced. Matt could have almost collapsed there and then. Susan had never done anything even remotely like this to him. His urine stream finally dried up and Clara pulled back allowing them both to catch their breath. She let go of him and turned to a pump pack of body wash. "We'd better clean him I suppose," she said rather matter-of-factly. Soaping up her hands she lathered it all over his genital area. Matt was hard. Rock hard. Painfully hard after so many orgasms in such a relatively short space of time. But Clara was gentle, and oh-so-attentive. She cleaned every inch of his throbbing member, and then his matted pubic hair. Getting more soap, she knelt before him and lathered up his balls too. Matt had one hand on her head and the other on the shower wall, otherwise he would possibly have swooned and fallen. He again closed his eyes, the more to focus on the exquisite sensations from his nether regions. After a little while Clara's right hand began to penetrate a little deeper, soaping up his perineum. Matt opened his legs further to allow her some better access. Soon her fingertips were probing his anus and an involuntary shudder went through his whole body. Clara's left hand now tightened around his cock and she slowly pumped him whilst fingering his ass. His balls began to rise in their sac but she wasn't pulling on him hard enough or fast enough to bring to a climax. "Ugh! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Matt groaned. Clara suddenly laughed, pulling away and standing up in one movement. She reached for the soap bottle. "My turn now I think." \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ As it happened, Julien knew for certain that Matt and Clara had been fucking last night. Indeed, if he knew his wife, she might just be that way engaged again right at this very moment - unless she was still asleep. It had been about 3am when Julien had heard the telltale chime of a message from his wife on his phone. Susan had only recently finally succumbed to slumber, and Julien himself had been drifting off. Nevertheless he was intrigued, and so had got up to find his phone. There was a photo message from Clara: a well-lubricated dick was in the act of penetrating her slick opening. She had written "Fun times." Julien had walked back to the bedroom of the boat and taken a photo of Susan, naked and sprawled out amidst tousled sheets. "Us too. Success!" he had replied - and received a smiley face in return. Sitting cross-legged on the bed facing Susan, he moved her feet into his lap and began to rub them. "How would you feel if Matt and Clara got rather intimate in our absence?" Susan frowned, "That would depend on how intimate I guess." "Let's say very intimate. As intimate as you and I." Susan grimaced. She couldn't really get upset and hurt and not be labelled a hypocrite. And yet there was still some level of betrayal, wasn't there? Julien well knew the emotions swirling within her. His hands rubbed upwards to her calves. "Clara and I - we're not marriage-wreckers. We want to have fun, and we want you to have fun too. We want to open up your minds to possibilities you hadn't considered. We wouldn't do this with just anyone." "Why us then?" "Because you love each other. Because you're committed to each other. Because you'll survive this first shock and you'll be open to a world of sexual possibilities and fulfilment you've never known existed." His hands continued their gentle, insistent rubbing. Susan snorted. "Funny way to express our love for each other." "Not at all. Just look at Clara and myself. We separate for a time. We follow up leads and possibilities as they arise....and then we come back together and share. Nothing is stronger than the bond between us." "I find that hard to believe." "You have the evidence right in front of you!" He could see this start to sink in a little but she frowned. "I don't know if Matt and I can be that open." Julien's hands moved deliberately up to her thighs, gently forcing her legs apart. "Oh I don't know - you were pretty open last night." Susan's right foot was still in his lap, and he made sure it was pressed against his growing erection. His hands roamed ever higher up her inner thighs. Susan's cunt lips were pulled apart as he stretched her thighs apart and he could see the moisture gathering there. Her breathing became slightly more laboured and he knew his body contact was working its magic charm again. "I couldn't...." she murmured but made no move. His hands were now circling her groin. "I shouldn't." Susan swallowed hard. "I can't! Not again." Julien's voice was as insistent as his hands. "Why not?" he demanded. She seemed to be having trouble formulating any words. "Because...because yesterday was a once off." "Oh I don't think so," Julien purred. His fingers reached her labia and found the moisture there, and still found no resistance to his advances.... \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Clara smiled to see the look of lust and longing in Matt's face as she let go of his erection. He had obviously been expecting her to pull him off there and then. But Clara was never one to reach for the trigger too quickly. The drawn-out tease was her specialty and she revelled in it. She squirted some body wash into Matt's hands. He seemed to hesitate a moment, as if trying to decide where to start, but then he reached straight for her breasts. Within moments both wet orbs were covered with soapy bubbles as Matt's hands roamed her front with impunity. Now it was her turn to close her eyes in order to concentrate on the sensations of the firm yet slippery massage she was receiving. He paid special attention to the soft swell of her breasts out to each side of her body. She raised her arms over her head and his nails grazed her skin up and into each armpit. Gathering more soap he washed and kneaded her upper arms before the lure of her luscious breasts became too strong again and his hands were back where they started. Matt allowed the shower water to rinse her front clean of the soap and then took each long, hard nipple into his mouth in turn, keeping each breast firmly cupped underneath with a hand. He pulled the nipples hard with his lips, coaxing them to their most swollen proportions. Clara sighed as ripples of delight swirled around her body. She could feel the warm moisture increase deep in her hidden recesses. Matt seemed to become more emboldened, becoming more assertive than he been up to this point. He broke off his oral ministrations and turned Clara to face the wall, moving her arms so that she leant forward with both hands on the wet tiles as if she were being searched by police. Now it was Clara's turn to squirm inside herself, longing for hands or fingers - or anything really - to be stimulating her erogenous zones. But Matt soaped up his hands and began to scrub and wash her back, now softly and smoothly, now rough and firm. At times he would reach up over her shoulders and along her arms, and at those moments she would then feel his hard penis pressing into her ass from behind. That seemed to draw his attention to a hitherto ignored area of her body. Matt's hands returned to her back and then crept lower and lower. Finally he he was soaping up her buttocks, digging his fingers in deep into her tissues. Every so often he slipped a finger into her crack and slid it up and down a few times. Clara opened her legs wider. Matt's hands withdrew entirely as he reached for more soap. "Now it is definitely your turn," he said softly from behind her. One slippery hand plunged down her butt crack straight to her little rosebud. Clara jumped, but as he insistently rubbed her anus and perineum she began to press her pelvic floor down into his fingers to increase the pressure. Reaching further underneath her his fingertips played with her labial folds, slipping easily between them. Her clit tingled insistently. Clara couldn't decide just where she would prefer his fingers right now - anus, clit, or buried inside her. She ground her pelvis and gave a low growl of pleasure. She was now in two minds. When Matt came to the bathroom door, she had decided this shower time would be a playful tease only. But now her body was crying out with the same aching need for release she had just recently denied Matt. Quickly deciding to press on with the slow-burn approach, she pulled away and turned back to face Matt. Crushing her breasts into his chest she gave him a hard passionate kiss on the mouth, her left hand drifting down to clasp his buttock as she did so. Breaking free at last she smiled. "More on that story later," she quipped and pushed open the shower screen door. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Susan closed her eyes and shivered as Julien's fingers scooped up some of her own juices and ran than up and over her clitoris. She heard her own moisture as he worked a couple of fingers just inside her entrance while his thumb played teasingly on top of her clitoral hood. She opened her eyes but they remained half-lidded with pleasure and building desire. How could this be? she wondered. How can I be lying here in a strange bed on a strange boat with a naked Frenchman feeling me up? And how come I can't stop it? Susan exhaled the breath she didn't realise she had been holding in a long sigh. And in that moment she gave up all thought of fighting her conscience and gave in to her lust. A fire had been lit inside her and it was unquenchable. And as she gave in to her desire a weight lifted from her mind, and a feeling of freedom and even of power came over her. She felt Julien's erection with her left foot. Her toes now wriggled to experience more of it. The feeling inside Susan grew. This hardness was caused by her. It was her body that had caused his member to swell so. It was her body that aroused Julien's passion. He wanted to ravish her as much as she wanted to be ravished. Looking down at the huge monster that had brought such satisfaction the previous night, Susan began drooling slightly. "Ok," she said, and Julien's face turned to hers. "Put in it me again." He smiled. "You want it?" "Get it inside me before I change my mind." Julien moved over to kneel inside her spread legs, flopping his dick down over her lower abdomen. "You would change your mind?" "No! Just fuck me please." "You didn't get enough last night?" Julien teased. "No. So put it inside me for fuck's sake!" Susan almost screamed at him. He leant down and positioned himself near her opening. "Are you ready for me?" he panted. "Just try me." \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Matt followed Clara's lead in coming down for breakfast naked. They had each quickly dried themselves and then descended to the kitchen. "Susan tells me you can be quite the chef at times," Clara said. Matt stepped quickly into her personal space, bringing his face near her own. "Oh yes," he whispered. "I'm very handy in the kitchen." The fingers of his right hand invaded her pussy again as he said this, and his left was on her buttocks pressing her body to his. She was still very wet down there, but she laughed and pulled herself from his grasp. "Ok, you can be in charge then. Let's see what you can whip up." Clara went to the island bench and jumped up to sit on the edge facing him, legs dangling but widely apart. Matt resisted the urge to go down on her there and then. He was happy enough to keep the teasing going too. "Fine," he announced and moved over to the refrigerator. "What have we got to work with?" He put a tub of Greek yoghurt onto the bench beside him as well as a punnet of strawberries and small container of cream. Bananas from a fruit bowl joined the collection. Dipping into the pantry he found olive oil, honey, and a tin of peaches. A block of chocolate was also procured and some of this Matt put in a small bowl and then put it in the microwave. He also brought forth some UHT milk and began combining this with flour in a mixing bowl. It appeared to Clara that he was making pancake batter. "You'll find a frying pan in the bottom drawer over there," she said helpfully. Matt brought the batter bowl over to where she sat on the bench then collected the melted chocolate. "What makes you think I need a fry pan?" he smiled. Dipping one hand into the batter he smeared some over her tits. "Hey," Clara said but seemed more surprised than displeased. "Lie down," he instructed her. She lay back on the island bench willingly. Testing the chocolate to make sure it wasn't too hot, Matt scooped a spoonful and began dribbling this over her already smeared breasts. He leaned forward and began licking the nearest one. "This seems like a rather one-sided feast you're making," Clara protested. Taking another spoonful he dripped this toward her mouth. Not expecting it, she took a moment to catch it in her mouth, the rest going down her chin. The next spoonful she caught better. Matt found a ladle that could hold more liquid and dipped that into the chocolate too. There was too much for just one mouthful, but Matt moved the drizzle down her neck and onto her bosom again. Taking a strawberry now, he swirled it around on her chest and lifted it to his mouth, savouring it with exaggerated delight. "Mmmmmm," he moaned. Alternating between feeding her and himself, the strawberries were soon gone. After pouring the rest of the chocolate over Clara's boobs, Matt opened the peaches. They were already cut into slices, and the first few went the same way as the strawberries. Soon, though, he was tracing the fruit down over her stomach before scooping up chocolate from her chest. Moving down the bench, Matt took one peach slice and placed it in Clara's labia. The natural fruit juice combined with her own meant it could easily slide between her lips. He rubbed it several times over her clitoris. Withdrawing the peach and replacing it with his mouth, Matt sucked her clit completely into his mouth and swirled it around with his tongue. Letting it out with a slurp he stood up and raised an eyebrow. "Mmm - fruity!" he announced, making Clara laugh. Returning the peach to her labia, this time he moved it lower, rubbing it firmly over her pussy opening. She began to moan and gyrate her hips softly. Matt inserted part of the fruit into her opening, then took his hand away and sucked it out of her, delighting in the taste. Reaching for another he repeated the process - clit stimulation, then penetration, followed by sucking it up and eating it. "You seem to be getting most of the food!" Clara pouted, though clearly enjoying it. "Yes, you're right," Matt frowned and looked around. "How can we rectify the situation? Aha!" He reached for the oil and poured some into her navel, most of it overflowing down her abdomen and onto the bench. Clara looked on quizzically as he cut some French bread into bite-size pieces. Dipping some in the oil he offered it to her. He took some for himself too, feeding their gastric hunger for a while. "Here's another tasty treat for you," Matt said, moving close to the bench top and placing his erect penis directly on the surface. Clara began to swivel towards it but he stopped her. "Hang on, you have to wait for the topping." Scooping some Greek yoghurt from the tub with his fingers, he slathered it over the top his cock. He allowed Clara to lick his hand clean as his other reached for the honey. This he drizzled liberally over his yoghurt-coated dick. "Ok - now it's ready." Clara leaned down to take him in her mouth, slurping and licking as she took him ever deeper. Matt groaned as she did so. Susan could never take this much of him into her mouth. He felt his balls constrict as he now fucked her mouth, savouring every inch as he slowly pumped his slick prick in and out. He had only ever before passively received a blow-job but now, as Clara relaxed her throat, Matt actively fucked her mouth in way he'd never experienced before. But not for long. With a loud slurp, he popped out as Clara sat herself up, only to rearrange herself sitting astride the bench and spreading her legs. "Come and fuck me right now!" she demanded, and her fingers, after scooping up oil from her stomach, began to play with her clitoris. Needing no further encouragement, Matt hopped up to join her. Kneeling between her thighs he aimed himself at her opening. Clara lay back on the kitchen bench as he lay himself on top of her and his cock pierced her love tunnel. Foreplay over, their bodies now a gooey mess of batter, oil, yoghurt and fruit juice, they gave themselves over to pure fucking. It wasn't the most comfortable, but it was a desperate release of passion, and they fucked until their hunger was spent. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Julien inched the head of his dick into her pussy and Susan's head arched back as she wailed with delight. "Ohhhhhhhhh - Yes! That's it!" His slow pumping action drove his hard cock ever deeper into her wetness. Susan was panting now, clenching the tousled bedsheets with her fists. "Yes. Give me more. I want it all. I want to be filled like I've never been filled before!" Julien grunted, but he smiled. He always refrained from making comments about the size, or lack of it, of other men's penises. He let his own do the talking! The sight of this sexy woman giving herself to him with such abandon gave his dick such hardness. To see her writhe in passion was so arousing that he knew he could come again quite quickly. He was a master in the art of delayed ejaculation, and could sometimes choose to hold off for hours if it suited him. But now he sensed that what this woman really needed right now was a hard and furious fucking. And he was in just the mood to give it to her! As soon as her cunt had grown used to accommodating his length and girth, he lay fully on top of her and pumped for all his worth. The boat began rocking crazily but he didn't let up for a moment. Like a 100 meter dash, the finish line was in sight. He concentrated on the feelings emanating from his penis. Susan's hot silky smooth cunt was stretched to capacity, and it was both tight and wet. "You...are such...a good...fuck," he panted between thrusts. "It won't take...much...longer!" Susan was panting too. "Yes! Yes! Come again! Come inside me!" Julien increased his tempo even further, frantically pumping into her. Soon enough he felt himself swell even further inside her and then he was bucking and grunting as his seed erupted into her warm depths. He lay on top of her for a while, both of them panting. Their lips met, this time with less urgent intensity and with a more languid savouring of the sensation. Gradually Julien felt his penis begin to soften. With that urgent need now satisfied, at least temporarily, their thoughts now turned to other requirements - toilet and food. Breaking the kiss eventually, Susan looked up up at him and confessed sheepishly, "I don't think my bladder can take the pressure much more." "Je suis désolé," he murmured and lifted his weight off her stomach. Susan crawled out from under him and staggered off to the toilet. Feeling very pleased with himself Julien took himself up on deck. It was a glorious but calm morning. The still air was already quite warm. The small uninhabited island was not far off, and not another boat or water craft could be seen anywhere. Not knowing how long Susan would be, Julien took a piss over the edge of the boat. He heard a soft laugh from behind him before he had finished. "Sometimes I envy you men!". Jiggling the last drops from his penis Julien turned. "What? Only sometimes?" "I don't know how you manage to get anything done. If I had a tool like that, I'd just want to touch it all day long." She came fully up onto the deck behind him. "And when I say long..." Susan arched an eyebrow seductively. "And if I had your breasts, I'd just play with them all day too." "Who says I don't," she smirked. Julien laughed and came back towards the cabin. "Come on, I'll fix us some breakfast." \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ There wasn't much food left to breakfast on, but there was coffee - that was the main thing from Susan's point of view. Some left-over baguette with cheese as well as some fruit was all that could be scavenged. They spoke little as they ate and sipped their coffees. Susan was rather taken aback by how surprisingly comfortable it all was. She expected that once the passion died down a bit she would feel rather embarrassed - both at her nakedness and at her intimacy with a guy she barely knew. Though she could have gone back down inside the cabin to seek out her dress, she chose rather to laze back on the cushioned chair in the sun, completely starkers in front of an equally naked dark Frenchman she had never known only 3 days ago. Previously, back home in her "normal" life that now seemed light-years away, Susan never would have dreamed of baring even her tits in the backyard for fear of being spotted by the neighbors. Whilst this was not exactly "public", nevertheless Susan felt a tremendous liberation in sitting out in the open back of the yacht in the sunshine like this. She was vaguely aware of a drone that had gradually grown in loudness but Julien had not stirred, and she had been too wrapped up in her own thoughts to pay it much mind. But suddenly, breaking into her reverie like an axe splintering wood came the calling of voices from close by across the water. Julien called out something in French back, and the sound of an outboard motor cut out. Panicking, Susan urgently hissed at Julien, "Where's my clothes?" "I think the dress was hanging up to dry near the bow." Susan frowned, "Where?" "Near the front of the boat." Susan's heart thundered crazily in her chest as she thought about the two of them being sprung by people in this condition. Julien seemed calm and made no move at all to cover up. "It's just the guys come to repair the motor," he said. The noise of another craft coming close was heard to the starboard side. Any moment now Susan expected to see some newcomers sail into view. "I can't let them see me like this!" she whispered. "Then go around that side to the front," Julien replied, indicating the port side. Susan crept around that way. As she passed the bulk of the cabin towards the front she poked her head around cautiously. A small dingy with two young shirt-less men drifted towards the stern of Julien's yacht and out of Susan's view. Sighing with relief she clambered onto the front section of the boat and looked around for her dress. Damn! It was nowhere to be seen. Now there was a hubbub of noise - voices and laughing from the back, but the cabin prevented her from seeing any of the men. And, more importantly, it stopped them from seeing her! Susan's heart rate began to settle as the initial shock began to recede. But until they had finished their task, she was stuck because there was no way to access the cabin except by going into the full view of the guys. Looking about her Susan discovered that there were two blue mattress type things laid out towards the very front pointy end - presumably put there for sun baking purposes. With nothing much else to do, Susan lay down on one, her face to the prow. The mattresses were soft but the covering material a little rough after so much weather exposure. The sun had been on them for a couple of hours and they were warm on her breasts as she lay down on her stomach. She grew quickly comfortable there, lying in the sun, a soft breeze caressing her body, rocked by gentle ripples of the tide. Amiable chatter and occasional laughs were heard from time to time from behind her, as well as intermittent coughs and splutters from the engine. Facing forwards, Susan couldn't see behind her without turning and twisting her neck. She realised that it was possible that the two young guys, and even Julien too, could easily be taking secret peeks at her. She imagined what sight would meet their eyes. With surprise they would behold a naked female form basking in the sunlight, completely oblivious to their presence. Their eyes would trace the smooth sweep of her back and down over the mounds of her buttocks, before darting down the length of her tanned and shapely legs. Inevitably though, their eyes would be drawn up, up her inner thighs to maybe, just maybe, ascertain a glimpse of her pouting pussy lips. Far from being embarrassed, Susan felt herself become turned on by these unexpected thoughts. Where had such ideas sprung from, she wondered. Had Julien corrupted her that much? And that quickly? Surely not. Surely these were dredged up from her own core. And as she reflected on this, her thoughts drifted back to imagining the view any watchers might be getting. She shifted her body, as if just re-adjusting her position for comfort, but in fact opening her legs just that little bit wider. Might her lips now be on show a bit clearer? Would someone be able to see the tufts of hair poking out to either side? Biting her lip, keeping her eyes firmly closed, Susan felt her heart rate quicken again. She felt her breathing become shallower and she felt arousal take her in its fateful grip. Her pelvis began to rock softly as tried to get some pressure onto the areas of growing need. Opening her legs wider now, there was surely no doubt as to the view on show. Perhaps they could see moisture accumulating at her opening. Was it even now leaking from her onto the sunbed? This was too much for her. Susan pushed her body backwards and raised herself slightly on her knees, legs still splayed. Anyone would now see the full outline of her snatch. Her right hand went between her legs and rubbed slowly, provocatively back and forth, up and down through her cleft. Propped on her left arm and resting her forehead on the mattress, Susan moaned as she felt her own slippery wetness. It felt so good, so wantonly sexy, to feel herself so openly in this way. To masturbate. Yes, that's the word. Masturbate! In public. Her fingers increased their tempo as she imagined the show she was putting on for who knew who. Gasping and panting Susan would sometimes slow the rhythm to prolong the delicious feeling, them speed up as the need overwhelmed her again. From out of the blue came an image to her mind of Julien and the 2 other guys, all with dicks in hand, stroking themselves in time with her own rubbing. Soon there was no let up at all, and she was frigging herself her all she was worth, going for broke. She imagined a sudden rush by all the guys, jostling in their hurry to reach her, elbowing one another to reach her first and then, with a sudden thrust, impale themselves within her watery depths. The climax, when it came, having been delicately built over a good 10 minutes or more, crashed deliciously over her, rocking her body with spasm upon spasm, shudder after shudder. She dared not turn around to see if anything like her imagination were true. It would be so exciting and yet so terrifying it were. She drew her legs together as her clit became too sensitive for direct massage, but she was able to keep some general movement in the area as her body began to relax once more. Susan settled back flat upon her stomach and soon, eyes still closed, drifted off into slumber. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ It was late in the morning when Julien and arrived back at the villa. Clara had sent Matt out on an errand to buy some fresh meat for dinner, so she was the only one home to greet them upon their return. Clara and Julien seemed relaxed and loving in their greeting, which only made Susan feel even more uncomfortable. She quickly excused herself to go up to her room. She was in the shower when Matt returned. There was no lock on the door of the guest ensuite, so Matt could poke his head around. "Hi. You're back!" he called out cheerily. Susan jumped slightly, both from surprise as well as from an involuntary embarrassment. Strangely, her first instinct was to cover her naked form, or at least turn her back to him, but she quickly repressed it. To behave that way towards her husband would be odd to say the least. Forcing herself to remain calm and continue casually washing herself, she called back brightly. "Yes. That was an adventure and a half!" "You both alright?" "Yes, we're both fine. Great. No problems." She was babbling a bit, but trying not to be suspiciously over-talkative. Washing her cum-caked inner thighs and pubes had been Susan's first order of business in the shower, so she was pretty confident there was no outward evidence of just how "great" she was. She had no idea just how much Matt knew of what had passed between Julien and herself. She knew he had been fooling around with Clara in her absence, but how much did Matt know in return? "Ok. Well, I'll let you finish washing your hair," Matt called over the noise of the running water. "You can tell me all about it later." A few minutes later, Susan had dried herself with a huge fluffy towel, then used the hair-dryer to complete the task. She could hear movements from the bedroom beyond. She assumed it was Matt, but everything had become so topsy-turvy in the last 24 hours, and Susan didn't quite know what to expect any more. Even if it was her husband, she felt a curious reluctance to go out there completely naked and start hunting for some clothes. An invisible barrier had come between them. Not a terrible one, and certainly not, her heart foresaw,fatal to their relationship at any rate. But the issues raised by last night would take some delicate discussion, and Susan felt no desire to launch into it right here and now. Yet it could not be put off forever, and until then it was causing her to flinch from being intimate with her own husband. She was suddenly reminded of Adam and Eve hiding from God in the Garden of Eden after they had eaten the forbidden fruit. Steeling herself, she decided to ditch the towel and go out fully naked, just as she normally would at home. Matt was sitting in a chair near a window, flipping through a magazine. She was suddenly stung by a thought – she hadn't even found out about his meeting yesterday. "I can't believe I haven't found out about Brunetti yet!" she blurted out. Indeed Matt had acted like it wasn't the top of his agenda either. Nevertheless, as she dressed Matt relayed, in painstaking detail, the conversation he had had with the influential film producer. He made no mention of the shopping trip with Clara, nor of any nocturnal activities, and Susan didn't ask. She in turn related some of the events of her boat trip with Julien – sailing the boat herself, Julien fishing, the breakdown and subsequent repair of the motor. She didn't bring up her lust-driven acrobatics with Julien - today or last night. Part of her wanted Matt to ask her, yet part of her dreaded being asked. If directly confronted she would have confessed all, but as it was neither party seemed inclined to be the first to confess or to accuse. Soon there was a soft knock at the door from Clara, and the moment for private discussions had passed. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Clara led Susan down the back steps to the kitchen garden. A shady portico opened out onto a small expanse of lawn. Flower beds, immaculately maintained, surrounded the lawn and trellised vines grew along the brick fences that bounded Clara and Julien's villa. Clara could sense Susan's awkwardness and kept her focussed on small duties - holding a wicker basket, picking some herbs from the culinary beds, helping choose some of the fresh flowers to cut. None of it made any difference, and Clara sighed inwardly as she led her back into the cool of the kitchen. Laying the flowers and herbs down, she began searching for a flower vase. As she began to arrange the flowers, she decided to tackle the issue head on. "I know how you are feeling. Really I do." Clara saw a look of fear come into Susan's eyes. She leaned over and patted Susan's hand comfortingly. She felt the other woman tremble. "Don't worry, my dear," Clara soothed. "You're making too much of it all. Look at Julien and I - we're both happy and relaxed. You should be too. I'm not cross. I'm not jealous. In fact, I'm very happy for you. I just wish you could feel that way too." Susan took a while to reply, but when she did her voice was calm and even. "I really don't understand how you and Julien can be like that. How you can just share him with...with others." "My dear - it's just sex!" Susan frowned in thought. "I've always thought it was so special that I'd only ever share it with one other person." "And now you've shared it with someone else. And guess what? The world hasn't ended. There was no earthquake or firestorm. You still love your husband, and he still loves you. And you know what? You even enjoyed it!" Susan had no immediate reply to this. There was no denying the last sentence anyway. "But heaps of couples break up when someone has an affair," Susan protested at last. "But to Julien and I, there is no affair. We each let the other go - with our blessing." "That's what I find so difficult to understand." "Why?" "Because...well, because...don't you feel jealous of the other person?" "No, not at all. In fact, I really love it that Julien enjoys himself. I'm letting him be free, not caging him up all to myself and stifling him." "But what if he flies away and never comes back? What if he prefers someone else?" "We love each other too much for that. Just like you and Matt do too. Which is not to say our own relationship doesn't need work. We still need to nurture that - of course we do. Otherwise it would definitely wither away. So we make sure there is plenty of time for each other, but it still leaves plenty of time to explore and play elsewhere. And we're always open about who we've been with and what we've done. And besides, I get to have my own fun. And it's exciting, coming back together and sharing all the details." Clara could see Susan was taking all this onboard, cogitating on it. She allowed her a few minutes silence while she began to cut the herbs. Hearing Susan sigh, she put down the knife and turned to her again. "Did Matt tell you what he did last night?" "Well...no. He didn't volunteer any information. And I didn't press him because I...well, I didn't want to have to admit to what I had been doing." Susan blushed and looked at the ground as she said this, and Clara reached out a hand to her chin and softly raised her face to her own. "He was with me last night. Yes - and this morning too. You knew that didn't you?" She felt Susan tremble, but she maintained eye contact. "Yes," she said quietly. "Although I didn't know it last night, but I did by this morning." "And did you feel jealous about him? This morning I mean? After you found out?" Several images from this morning flashed through Susan's mind - opening her legs to Julien, being pounded inside the little cabin bedroom, and frigging herself to orgasm openly on the boat later on. She didn't answer, so Clara pushed a little further. "No? Having too much of a good time?" She smiled, and Susan finally cracked a smile too. "Maybe," she admitted sheepishly. "I'm sure you did. I know my man." They both laughed a little at that, dissolving away some of Susan's nervous tension. And its place there began to grow a bond - an understanding that only two women who have had similar intimate moments can share. Clara moved away and began cutting the herbs again. This time Susan came closer. "He's very..." "Big?" Clara finished. "Generous." Susan said, and they both dissolved into fits of laughter. Calming down, Clara looked across at her friend. "I hope he did the finger wiggle for you," she said. "The what?" Susan frowned, though a smile still managed to linger in her expression. Clara put down the knife. "Well, I must admit, there is one thing that keeps me coming back to Julien. I could never leave him because I've never found anyone else who can quite match it." Susan was clearly intrigued. "I'm not sure if he did it. What are you talking about?" "Did he give you a body orgasm?" "Well, maybe - I guess he did." "Oh, no. He didn't then. You'd know about it for sure if he had. How rude of him not to share that with you. I must have words with him later!" Leaping to Julien's defence, Susan said "Oh, he think maybe he did." Taking Susan's hand now, Clara looked at her earnestly. "Julien does this thing sometimes where he puts these two fingers inside you." She placed her third and forth fingers on Susan's palm. "And he curls them like this so he can put pressure on your g-spot, and then he moves his whole hand and wrist up and down violently whilst pressing on your pubis from above. I can't explain it - but it causes the most intense orgasms I've ever experienced with anyone. It's not just a clitoral orgasm - your body is wracked with pleasure and you just shake uncontrollably like you're having an epileptic fit or something. And when it begins to calm down, he'll do it again. And again. And again. It's the most outstanding thing ever." Susan seemed to be moved by this description, and squirmed slightly on the spot. "You're making ME feel jealous of YOU now! I thought it might have been the other way around!" Clara smiled and held Susan's hand. "It's been so nice to share this time with you. And it's been nice to share in other ways too!" \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Meanwhile Julien and Matt took the twisted streets and alleys back up towards the villa. They had been down to the pier where Julien had paid some men for the repairs to his yacht. Matt understood nothing of the rapid exchange in French, but there was clearly good camaraderie between the men. Julien was obviously well-known and liked in these parts. The sun was already quite hot and both men began to sweat as they climbed steeply, at times using stairs that ran from one street level to the next. Panting slightly Julien turned to Matt. "I'll take you home via a great look-out. It's not far." They soon emerged after a long stone stair up through a narrow cutting to a high promontory. A wooden bench was alone before a railing, the other side of which dropped quite sheerly and spectacularly into the glistening sea below. It was indeed a stunning vista, the both men stood silent for a while, drinking in the heavenly blue sky merging in the distance with a shimmering green sea that seemed to stretch on forever to either side. Without turning to face Matt, Julien spoke. "We don't have to talk about it you know. We can just pretend like nothing has happened. Ignore the elephant in the corner, as they say." Matt smiled. "Room. The elephant in the room." Julien looked slightly confused. "Pardon?" Shaking his head Matt dismissed the banter and addressed the true issue between them. "I think I'm kind of in shock still." He paused, continuing to look straight out at the sea. "I didn't think Susan had it in her." He smiled grimly and shook his head. "Heck, I didn't think I had it in me!" There was a silence for a while between them, in which the calling of seabirds and the waves far below were the only sounds. "Would you be up for it again?" Julien asked quietly. Matt turned to him in surprise. He regarded Julien's demeanour and decided he was asking this in all seriousness. Matt was silent while his thoughts were in turmoil. Would he be up for more infidelity? Only this time decided well in advance, not spontaneous. Matt's cock tingled with the very thought even though his mind was assailed with doubts. "I don't know," was all he could eventually blurt out. Julien looked surprised."Really? You'd pass up the opportunity?" Matt's heart thudded in his chest and he tried to get his addled emotions in order. He would give anything for another night with Clara, but what about Susan? What would she want or do? Pushing Matt further, speaking into his dilemma, Julien added "l thought I might make another pass at Susan tonight after dinner - if it's alright with you that is." Matt could only stammer in reply. "If you want to...that is...if she is willing...I mean if she wants to..." Julien laughed. "You are so funny the two of you. You make it all into such a big deal, when it needn't be at all." He paused and became more serious. "I must admit though, that's what makes it all the more exciting for Clara and I." A frown stole over Matt's face. "What do you mean?" "You know that famous saying 'Love conquers all'? Well I have another saying 'Lust conquers all'." Julien turned now to fully face Matt and looked him earnestly in the face. "Have you ever seen a woman who is completely and utterly a slave to her lust and desire?" He paused. "No, you probably haven't. But I tell you it is the most erotic thing in the world. To see a woman lose control of all the restrictions she has built up. Of what is the right and proper thing to do. She struggles, she resists, but eventually she gives in to all her most primal and carnal desires because she cannot help it! All that pent-up passion and emotion just erupts out of her. That - that is a glory to behold!" Matt was silent, and Julien let him stew on this for a moment before adding in a quieter voice, "Mon ami, you should witness this for yourself tonight. You will find it most stimulating I promise you. Clara can arrange it, if you so desire." Matt's head swirled. His cock was rigid and throbbing in his pants as he saw again in his mind the images of his wife making love to Julien with her mouth. Would he go further? Would he - could he watch his wife fuck someone else? How could it be that he could even desire such a thing? Yet the evidence in his groin showed him quite clearly that the idea was a turn-on. Julien watched him wrestle with his emotions for a while. He couldn't resist giving the idea one more plug. "It is thrilling is it not? Watching your wife. You get a whole new perspective when you can watch from a distance instead of being in there doing it to her yourself. I must admit I like to watch Clara sometimes. I learn more about her - what she likes, how she responds, what others will try with her." Right now it was what Matt wanted more than anything in the world, but he still couldn't bring him to admit such a thing out loud. Julien shrugged and made to move off. "You can decide later. But this is your last chance. Tomorrow you'll be leaving. You've only got a bit over 24 hours left. Why not just let your passions take you wherever they will?" Why not indeed. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Dinner was a sumptuous affair. Susan felt her jealousy of Clara rise up again like bile in her throat. Hostess, socialite, seductress, chef...it seemed that anything Clara turned her hand to was achieved successfully, effortlessly and with great panache. There was also a grudging respect, however. Clara was obviously wealthy enough to bring in hired help to cook and perform other household chores, but instead she prepared the whole thing herself. Not only that, she seemed to relish it. As guests, she had insisted that Susan and Matt were to relax around the pool and had sent Julien out as well to make sure of it. Meanwhile she had created a feast of several courses – first mussels coated white wine, garlic and chilli, then a hand-made pasta of Ravioli Langoustine, followed by the scorpionfish Matt had bought down in the village, its red flesh opened up as a bed for sautéed vegetables and citrus (served with a flaming sprig of rosemary!), and finally a rich chocolate mousse. Julien proudly escorted them to the dining room via the kitchen so they might see the various dishes in store for them. Awaiting them was a formally set table with several bottles of local Rose wine on ice. As Matt held her chair for her and she seated herself at the table, Susan felt a nervousness she had not known since her school days, or perhaps the day of her wedding. She had dressed up for dinner – they all had. One of Julien's rather large suits hung slightly ridiculously on Matt's smaller frame. Susan had borrowed one of Clara's dresses. Unsurprisingly, the choices available all tended to the risqué. She had finally opted for a shimmering purple outfit with a deeply plunging neckline. She had chosen to adorn herself with a dangling necklace so as to distract attention from her cleavage, but it ended up only having the opposite effect. She belatedly realised that wearing a bra with such a dress was really not an option. So, for the first time ever, Susan was out in public without a bra. But this was not the cause of her nerves. During the afternoon, whilst lying on a sunlounge by the pool, Matt has excused himself to go to the toilet. Julien had immediately come over to her. Whilst applying some lotion to her back, he had quietly propositioned her about tonight. It was their last chance to be together he had said. He had more, so much more, to share with her before she left the following day. Susan had expressed some hesitation, despite the arousal that his hands and his words of desire were unleashing. It was one thing to have taken the opportunity that separation from her husband had given her last night. But to arrange a liaison whilst all under the same roof was a quite different affair. That at least was her stated reason for demurring. But Julien had already formulated a plan: once dessert was finished, make an excuse to go up to her bedroom and he would meet her there. He was back in the pool doing laps by the time Matt returned, leaving Susan quite unable to concentrate on the novel she was reading. And so for Susan, and indeed for them all, the meal was charge with an electric atmosphere – one of unspoken promise and potential. Susan toyed with a decision throughout it all, but in truth she knew what her answer must be. For her body and her mind had combined in lustful thoughts all evening and her heart was overwhelmed. As far as pretences would go, this one didn't deserve much thinking about. How would it play out to Matt and to Clara? She would disappear upstairs and then Julien too would excuse himself. How would their prolonged absence be seen as anything other than what it truly was? And how would the abandoned couple entertain themselves in her absence?The subterfuge was really just window-dressing, but Susan was past caring. Any flimsy excuse was enough by now. And so it was that Susan eventually pushed her chocolate mousse away half-eaten and padded upstairs, her heart thudding in her chest so loud it was a wonder no-one else could hear it. Matt, Clara and Julien looked at one another knowingly... \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Matt paused at the top of the stairs. Clara took his hand and moved him along the passageway, past the guest bedroom to a door just beyond it. Julien hadn't followed them all the way - he stood still for a moment right outside the bedroom door. My bedroom, Matt reflected. Mine and Susan's. He assumed Susan was behind that door right now, waiting for Julien. Matt felt his pulse quicken and his throat constrict as he wondered how Susan was feeling at this point. Julien gave a small nod of his head in their direction. Blowing him a quick kiss, Clara turned and opened the door in front of them, pulling Matt in after her. She turned to Matt and held a finger to her lips. The room was dark. Clara strode silently but purposefully across to her right. Floor to ceiling wardrobe doors could just be made out in the gloom. Quietly pulling one of these open allowed a soft light to filter through to them. Moving up beside her, Matt realised that the light was coming from the next-door guest bedroom. Part of the wall between the two rooms had been removed creating a small space that had once been a wardrobe on either side. Matt recalled the wooden louvred doors that had panelled one side of the bedroom he and Susan had been given. He had taken them for normal wardrobe doors. He had not had any reason to actually open them. Warm soft light penetrated through these from the bedroom, and he and Clara could see quite well everything inside the room. The bed was in front of them and to their left, the doorway to their right. Susan was standing on the far side of the bed. Her hands were on the back of a chair that was in front of a dressing table on her side of the bed. She appeared to be staring at her own reflection in the large mirror that sat on the dresser. She seemed uneasy or nervous. Her back was to the door, but she was slightly side-on to Matt as he stood silent and spell-bound. There was a soft knock followed by the sound of a door being opened. Matt saw Susan grip the back of the chair in front of her, but she did not turn around. Julien padded quietly into view across the room. He stood behind Susan - not directly behind but somewhat to her right, presumably so that she could clearly see both of them in the mirror. Matt felt Clara beside him slowly kneel down and move so that she was now in front of him. Tearing his eyes away from his wife and Julien for a moment, he saw the mischievous grin on her face. Her hands went to the buttons and zip on his pants. Susan's voice broke the silence. "I don't know about this." Matt's eyes were drawn back to the action in the other room as he felt Clara begin to wiggle his pants down. Julien's hands were on Susan's shoulders. Julien leaned forward and kissed the side of her neck. "Oh, ma cherie - but I think you do!" \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Julien's fingers were moving to the thin straps of Susan's dress as he kissed her neck. "I know how much you want this, ma cherie. I know how much I want it!" His lips travelled up the smooth line of her neck and suckled gently on her earlobe. Looking in the mirror Julien could see that Susan had closed her eyes, savouring the sensations he was giving her. Quickly he moved both hands at once, pulling the straps of her dress off her neck and letting it flutter to the floor. Susan's eyes flew open and she drew in an involuntary gasp of air. Julien felt her body stiffen, but she didn't move any further. He saw her looking at the two of them in the mirror. Her white lacy knickers stood out now against the tanned skin of her stomach and legs, but she wore no bra and her breasts stood proudly on display, nipples hard and erect. "You see how your body wants this," Julien purred softly. "Is it not craving this?" Susan said nothing but continued to look at the two of them in the mirror. Julien too drank in the exquisite sight. She, her hair swept up and pinned, a silver necklace around her neck dangling a blue gem down into her cleavage. He, tall, dark, powerfully built, looking handsome in a tailored dinner suit. His hands drifted down her shoulder blades and moved forward along the sides of her ribcage. He could now see them in the mirror as they emerged onto her front and approached her breasts from underneath. He felt her body quiver as she saw them, making her tanned body look rather pale in comparison. He noticed her breathing quicken as his hands crept ever closer. Susan let out a moan as his hands finally claimed her breasts, cupping them gently at first, his fingers softly kneading the ripe fullness. Julien felt his own body react to the view in the mirror too. "You are so desirable my dear. So perfect in every way!" He pressed his bulging erection into her buttocks. "Can you feel how much you arouse me? Do you know how hard it was to restrain myself at the table tonight? When all I wanted to do was to reach over, rip your dress off and ravage you right there on the table." Susan's body continued to quiver at his words and actions. "Do I arouse you just as much? Are you as turned on as I am?" Susan could only nod silently in reply. "I want to feel your arousal. I want to know it for myself. I...I want to taste how much you want me." Susan's trembling was unmistakeable now, she could hardly control her own body. Julien moved around and knelt before her. He began by planting soft kisses near the top of her pubic mound, just above her low cut underwear. He pressed his nose into her labial folds through the thin material and inhaled deeply. Susan tensed slightly as he did so, mortified in case he didn't like her smell. Julien moved quickly to dispel her fears. He sighed loudly and exclaimed "Mon Dieu, you smell divine!" He slowly began peeling her panties down her legs. Without any hesitation now Susan stepped out of them and almost unconsciously spread her legs slightly. It was all the invitation Julien needed. His mouth rose up to meet her aching cunt to lick and drink from her wellspring of love. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Clara smiled. Both she and her husband were on their knees, but in truth it was they who were the conquerors. The bulge in Matt's jocks was just aching to be freed from it's constraints, and Clara was only too happy to oblige. She slid them down to join his pants in a heap on the floor. His cock was at maximum already and it gently pulsated as it pointed skywards. Clara ran her lips softly up and down the underside. She inhaled deeply of his manly aroma and felt herself moisten in anticipation. She reached for his scrotal sack as she nuzzled his penis. She felt the skin already tight, and she caressed his balls gently. Raising herself to her feet, she made a tugging motion at Matt's shirt and mouthed "off!". Matt, barely shifting his eyes from the scene unfolding in the next room, nonetheless didn't hesitate to obey. Moving behind Matt, Clara found a chair that they kept there and placed it in a good position. Now completely naked, Matt willingly sunk into the chair. There was another chair nearby but Clara ignored it. Kneeling again, this time to Matt's side, she could both watch her husband with Susan, and reach for Matt's dick at the same time. As Julien buried his tongue in Susan's snatch, Clara pumped Matt's shaft, milking copious precum and spreading it all over the head and body of his dick. Feeling him begin to swell even further Clara let go and took the opportunity to quickly rid herself of her clothing. Susan's moaning clearly carried to their hiding place as Clara moved in front of Matt, temporarily blocking his view. Facing the action herself, Clara lowered herself onto his cock. She was so wet and ready for entry that he penetrated her deeply in one hit. Her cunt walls clamped down and gripped him tightly as she slowly shifted her body up and down on his dick. She could hear Matt's quiet deep breathing behind. She imagined he desperately wanted to come but yet wanted to prolong the agony/ecstasy as much as possible. But the sound of Susan's slutty moaning combined with Clara's own pumping action had his balls tightening and then exploding a release of spunk deeply inside her. At the same moment Susan's wails of excitement reach a crescendo and the watchers were treated to the sight of her having to hold onto Julien's head so as not to collapse. Matt continued to pump inside Clara, matching his thrusts to his wife's moans in the next door room. Clara smiled again, this time at the thought that husband and wife have both come together - albeit in different rooms! She leant back so she she could whisper in Matt's ear. "Did you like that?" Matt could only nod mutely. Next door Julien had struggled to his feet and Susan was desperately ripping off his clothes. "Do you want to watch him fuck her?" Clara whispered coyly. "Or do you want to fuck me some more?" Matt was struck speechless. Clara saw he wouldn't be able to decide for himself. Taking the matter into her own hands, she made the decision for him. Lifting off and then pulling him to his feet, she headed for the door with Matt, somewhat reluctantly, following her. Susan's voice carried through to them once more. "I need you inside me!". "My sentiments exactly," Clara smirked. "Come on. Let's go somewhere more comfortable..." \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Susan's desire had reached fever pitch. Far from satiating her, Susan's orgasm left her body craving even more. There was now certainly not the slightest vestige of any scruples about fucking Julien again. All she knew was that she had a hunger in her cunt that she was desperate to satisfy. With no other coherent thought other than to gain access to Julien's wonderful tool, Susan began stripping him, ripping his shirt buttons in the process. Julien didn't seem to mind - indeed he looked rather pleased at the animalistic passions he had set loose in her. He certainly didn't make it any easier for her. He just stood there as she moved quickly through her tasks - shirt off, belt unbuckled, zipper down, pants and jocks pulled down in one swift motion. Finally she was rewarded by the sight of his enormous cock. Suddenly though she paused, undecided on how to proceed. She usually allowed Matt to take the initiative in their sex life, and Julien had made all the moves with her up until now. Currently he seemed to be content to allow her passion to run free and see where it led. All Susan knew for sure was she needed to be fucked - and the sooner the better. She didn't care how. She didn't care in what position. Her sopping cunt needed to be filled. "I need you inside me!" she said aloud. Julien smiled at her, then he looked down at the pile of clothing circling his feet. "How about you finish what you started then?" He moved slightly and sat himself down on the chair that faced the dressing table and mirror. Susan quickly knelt down and slipped his shoes off each foot, tossing each one across the floor. His socks soon followed before his pants were finally able to be wriggled off him completely. Her head was at the level of his lap, and Susan found the sight of his pulsating erection impossible to resist. She leant forward and licked the full length of it before taking as much of it into her mouth as she could. As on the boat the previous day, she found herself choking on it without even getting half of it inside her. But its salty sweetness was so delectable, its silken hardness so delightful and its warmth so intoxicating she didn't care. She bobbed her head up and down valiantly for a while, but it only served to stoke her own fires down below to breaking point. Her cunt was calling and Susan sprang into action. She suddenly let go of him and stood up. Moving closer to the naked form in front of her she manoeuvred her legs outside his. Gripping his dick with one hand she lowered herself onto his lap. He took one of her breasts into his mouth as she lined him up with her glistening opening. She took half his shaft inside her on the first plunge. "Oh my God," she squealed with pleasure. "How can anyone fit you inside them?" Breaking off his suction, Julien grinned. "You've done it before my dear. Let me give you some more inspiration." His mouth returned to her breast, slurping and suckling hungrily. Lifting off Susan saw she had left her lubrication on him. Up and down she slowly pumped, each time getting deeper and deeper. With a grunt she plunged completely down on him. Placing her feet on the seat itself near Julien's butt she tried to work up some tempo to her fucking. Glancing to her left she could see herself in the mirror. The vision she saw was a young hussy wantonly fucking some stud for her own base pleasure. The picture turned her on even more, powering her to up the tempo further. Julien bit down on her aching nipple, playfully running his teeth along its hardened point. One of his hands was around her back, helping to steady her as she rocked and bucked. She felt like a wild animal in heat. Her pleasure was mounting. She could feel another orgasm within reach. It felt as if it were building up underneath her, bubbling up and through her body. Her cunt was filled to capacity and she gleefully plunged herself up and down on his shaft. Like an underwater diver coming up for air, the surface of her orgasm shimmered in front of her, though it was impossible to tell just how close it was. Her breathing was ragged. She wasn't sure how long she could keep up the pace of her own fucking. Grunting, she felt her thighs tense and quiver. "Oh, God, I'm cumming," she panted. "It's nearly here, it's nearly here!" Julien bit down on her nipple again. Susan screamed. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Matt followed Clara down the corridor towards her bedroom. As they passed an open door Matt glimpsed a flash of naked flesh: their own. He paused and took a step closer to the doorway out of curiosity. Facing him were floor to ceiling mirrors, and he even though he could only see a fraction of the room, he could see enough to show him this was a weights room. Clara had stopped and come back to him. Matt reached out and grabbed Clara's hand. "I have an idea," he announced and switched on the light to the room. Clara arched an eyebrow in surprise, but her eyes glinted with humor. "I thought we were going to go somewhere comfortable." "And I thought you wanted a good workout." She smiled and stepped blinking into the brightly lit room. "I didn't realise you were my gym instructor." "Oh really?" Matt replied, ad-libbing. "Well, I'm a man of many talents." He ran his hands over some of the equipment, his mind humming with sexual possibilities. "It's time for your training session." "Oui monsieur," Clara said with mock-timidity. She was happy to let Matt run with this scenario for the moment. He glanced around the room, taking it all in quickly. It turned out that 3 of the walls were completely covered with mirrors, making the room's true size hard to gauge. Matt looked at them approvingly - they were very appropriate to the voyeuristic tone of the past 24 hours. The floor was mostly covered with padded mats, and it held a surprising amount of gym equipment. Along with several weights equipment there were also parallel bars, a pommel horse, a stepper. A knotted rope hung from the ceiling and on the one wall without mirrors there was a rack of wooden bars almost to the roof. "Right then," Matt barked, turning back to Clara. "Ten push-ups to begin with." "Yes, sir," she replied and dropped to floor to comply. Matt stood watching, delighted. It was a pleasure to gawk at Clara's well-toned butt as she pumped quickly though the push-ups. She finished quickly. Matt wished he'd ordered a higher number! "Jumping Jacks," he called out. "Twenty!" This time around he was rewarded with a close-up view of her tits jangling and bobbing as she ripped through the exercise easily. "Ok," Matt said looking around. "Very good warm-up. Time for the parallel bars." Clara made her way over to the bars. She turned back to face him. "I forgot to bring my leotard to our sessions today. I hope there's no punishment." "Remember what I said last time? Leotards are banned from now on. I want you performing au natural." "Yes master," Clara smirked, then launched herself up and onto the beams. She supported her weight for a few moments before flipping herself upside down and balancing doing a headstand. Matt was impressed. Clearly she knew gymnastics well. The equipment obviously were not just for show. The bars were set about Matt's head height and Clara delivered a quick series of somersaults and acrobatics, the like of which Matt had never seen close-up. His dick began to grow and throb again as he watched this lithe creature twist and turn, her body lean and taut. He began to wonder whether "nude gymnastics" might not have some sort of future as a spectator sport. Clara ended her routine by flinging a leg over each bar and sat like that, panting slightly. Her bottom hung down below the level of the bars. Her neat little landing strip was too much for Matt to resist. Lifting his face to her he began to lap at her cunt like a thirsty dog. Clara threw her head back and uttered a low growl. Matt tasted an unfamiliar taste as his tongue licked up and down the length of her juicy slit. He realised it was probably his own cum that he'd deposited inside her not so long ago. The thought was initially a bit repulsive, but Clara's sighs of delight encouraged him to dismiss such thoughts and keep at it. His nose rubbed against her clit as his tongue rolled around her labia, piercing her opening from time to time. Clara was getting noisier and noisier. He quickened his pace and he felt her tensing. "Lick my clit. Fuck! Lick it! Lick it now!" Matt reached up on tiptoes and sucked her clitoris into his mouth and licking it from between his own lips. Clara's body began to shake and buck. He struggled to maintain his hold on her. She was fucking his face furiously whilst suspended in the air. With a loud "Oui! Oui!" Clara came, spreading more juice over Matt's happy face. Unable to hold herself on the bars any longer, she slipped down and began to lick her own juices off his mouth and chin. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Julien allowed Susan to calm down from her peak. He was still hard inside her. He kissed her neck as she crouched, panting, on his lap. As her breathing became less laboured his mouth sought out hers. He felt her give herself fully to it, lustfully kissing him back with gusto. After some minutes of this, where the only sound to be heard was a wet slurping passion, Julien decided to move the action over to the bed. He pulled away from her face. Susan looked part disappointed, part expectant. He stood, and as he did so she wrapped her legs around his waist. The bed was close, and Julien only had to move a few paces, whilst trying to keep his penis firmly implanted. At the edge of the bed he tried to manoeuvre Susan down onto her back. She unwrapped her legs and tried to wriggle her pelvis further onto the bed, causing her vaginal muscles to constrict and expel his semi-erect dick. Unperturbed Julien moved to lie next to her. He began to run his hands over her nakedness. Gentle, yet not too light so as not to tickle. Susan closed her eyes, sighing every time one of his hands closed in on a breast. "Roll over. I'm going to get something," he told her. She obeyed, rolling onto her stomach as he retrieved something from the bathroom. Returning with oil he began pouring it liberally over her back and buttocks. It ran down her sides onto the bed, and down into her ass crack and between her thighs. Soon his hands returned to her body. Firstly with fingertips and then his his whole palms he kneaded her supple flesh. Susan sighed again. "You missed your calling, Julien. You should have been a masseur." "I have done some training actually. Many years ago now." "Mmm, I'm not surprised." Susan felt his fingers dig deeply into her buttocks finding certain spots that ached ever so pleasurably with his insistent pressure. He went lower down onto the backs of her thighs and calves, rubbing places that were stiff from the various sex acts she'd been lured into over the past 24 hours. Julien felt her body relax, but he didn't want her to relax too much. He wanted to stoke the fires of her lust a little more. He rolled her over onto her back once more and then drizzled copious amounts of oil over her breasts, stomach and pubic area. She kept her legs firmly together to try to stop so much oil leaking onto the bed, but it wasn't much use. Julien began simultaneously relaxing and arousing her, initially paying more attention to her breasts before eventually opening her legs wide and rubbing her inner thighs. Higher and higher on her legs he moved, zoning in on her pussy just as he had at the start of the day. Pausing, sitting up straight and stretching his back he looked down at her. She opened her eyes to look back at him. "Are you ready for something special?" he asked. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Clara lowered her body down from the bars. She had intended to pull Matt down on top of her onto the mats beneath them and get him inside her as soon as possible. It was her instinctual response to an orgasm. But Matt took her hand and began to pull her away. "Over here," he demanded. Clara had to quickly decide whether to fulfil her natural desire or submit to this suddenly dominant male. She chose the latter, thinking it was bound to end up in penetrative sex soon enough. She was right. Matt led her to the pommel horse close to one of the mirrored walls. He placed her hands on the horse and then moved in behind her, making her lean inwards but stick her butt out in the process. She looked to her left. He was looking that way too, watching their reflections. She saw him take hold of his cock and begin to line it up. She opened her thighs further and wriggled her soft tush. Clara felt his cockhead slip past her opening. She reached down with one hand in order to lead him the better to her dripping cunt. "Uh, uh," Matt chided. His hard-on slid several times through the wetness of her labia in a sawing action. Clara returned her hand to the horse in front of her. He obviously wanted a bit of warm-up action, but Clara's clit was still sensitive from his delightful blow-job and she was impatient for that delicious feeling of entry. She wriggled her butt provocatively and moaned, hoping to encourage him. Taking the bait, still watching all the while in the mirror, Matt grasped his dick and took aim. She felt him pushing up against her entrance. She wanted to thrust her ass backwards but managed to control herself and let him stay in the driving seat. Inching himself forward she felt the maximum diameter of his head open her up. Clara sighed in appreciation. She looked back over her shoulder at him. Sweat was accumulating on his forehead and also on his top lip – or was that from her own juices? His abdominal muscles rippled as he began to thrust himself forward. She felt the inward march of his penis inside her. She turned back, concentrating on the pleasure he was causing. Soon he was buried completely inside her. Not lingering like that, Matt began taking deep masterful strokes, withdrawing slowly to the last possible point, and then slamming home hard and fast. The force of his thrusting pushed Clara relentlessly forwards, her body getting closer and closer to the pommel horse. Her pelvis now was being pressed right up against the hard leather with each of Matt's thrusts. He had slightly picked up the tempo but seemed to holding himself back a little to make the good times last. The edge of the pommel horse was now pressing on her pubic bone. She adjusted her position slightly and was rewarded as Matt's next thrust pressed the area above her clit onto the edge of the gym equipment. With each continued thrust Clara got a double helping of pleasure – internally and now externally too. She wasn't quite ready for direct clitoral stimulation but with the rubbing just above it combined with the pussy pounding she was getting, she soon would be. Matt continued to pound into her as hard as he could, beginning to grunt with each thrust, picking up his speed. Caught as she was now between his groin and the pommel horse, each thrust also elicited a grunt of expelled air from Clara too. Her hands moved to cup her tits . She alternated between looking straight ahead where the mirrors reflected back her fingers playing with her hardening nipples, with looking also to the mirror on her left. There she could see better Matt's dick, glistening in its hardness repeatedly withdraw and thrust, withdraw and thrust. Her clit felt ready again, and with a slight adjustment the pounding now brought it into direct contact with the padded leather of the horse. Clara sighed aloud. This was something she'd never thought to try before. How great it was to take new lovers! Matt was grunting harder and fucking her faster. He would be cumming anytime soon. Clara ground her clit into the hardness in front of her whilst receiving the pounding of a different hardness inside her. She knew she could come again soon if she let herself. Looking at herself straight ahead, she pulled and twisted her long dark nipples. She lifted a breast to her mouth and licked at her crinkled areola and the nipple itself. The pressure on her clit became too much, she felt the impending orgasm approach with a rush. It broke over her with a suddenness that almost took her by surprise. Willing Matt to join her she accentuated the contractions that were rippling through her pussy whilst groaning in exaggerated ecstasy. "Oh Fuck! Yes! I can't believe I'm cumming again!" Looking over her shoulder she began cheering Matt on like a racehorse. "Come on! Do it to me! Fuck me! Come inside me now!" As the tingles began to subside and her cunt spasming grew less intense, she felt his dick swell inside her. His cries now joined hers. "Yes! This is it!" "Do it!" "I'm going to blow!" "Fuck me hard!" "Yes, yes, yes...YES!" Each cry was punctuated with a hard thrust. He gripped her waist hard and pumped for all he was worth. A final thrust took him over and his seed slammed into her, swamping her cervix. He continued to pump though with less force, his eyes closed concentrating on the feelings his cock was delivering. Clara smiled. Matt was turning about to be a far more satisfying and exciting fuck than even she'd hoped for. And the night was still young... \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Susan smiled up at Julien. His smooth muscular body, dark and alluring. She was totally his for tonight. "Have your way with me!" He smiled back. He reached for more oil and coated both his hands with more lubrication. "You'll never forget this night as long as you live," he said confidently. Avoiding her still-sensitive clitoris directly, Julien placed the 3rd and 4th fingers of his right hand inside her pussy. His fingers, warm and firm slipped easily inside her wetness. Susan sighed as he entered her, squeezing his fingers with her vaginal muscles in a sign of welcome. Gently at first he began to move his whole hand in an up and down motion. The fingers inside her curved around her G spot. His palm was pressing down over her pubic mound. Her clitoris was surrounded - palm from above, fingers from below - but not getting much direct pressure. But even this indirect pressure was enough to raise Susan's lust temperature. Soon, Julien's hands were moving faster and faster, until he was wriggling them up and down with a surprising violence. A wet slapping sounded in time to the beat of his movements. His hand was rough with her private parts, but Susan felt nothing but a rising arousal building in her. She could sense the swell of another orgasm approaching, but this seemed to differ from before. She felt almost physically lifted from the bed. Mind and body seemed fused in a state of heightened excitement. Julien maintained the pace of his stimulation, watching her body begin to shiver with the intensity of pleasure that was coursing from every nerve fiber. Susan's breathing came in pants. She began to moan and shake her head from side to side on the pillow. The relentless assault on her body continued. Her body began to shake. Her eyes flew open. She was gasping now, her short sharp breaths punctuating the air. "Oh my God! Oh my God! What are you doing to me?" Suddenly she threw her head backwards and her mind lost control of her body. An orgasm of such intensity took sudden hold of her, and it seemed to her that she was lifted up high above the bed before being washed away on oceans of lust and desire. The orgasm smashed over her and she totally lost it; she writhed and shook from head to toe, squirting liquid all over Julien's hand. He stopped his rubbing action as her entire body shook, letting her body ride the tidal wave of bliss, but he still kept up a firm pressure both from above and below. For half a minute or more he just watched in delight as Susan lay writhing uncontrollably in the grip of the orgasm he'd given her. Throughout it all she kept up a unintelligible grunting and moaning. But even as the ripples began to subside, Julien's hand began to move up and down, up and down, faster, faster, and without warning another wave crashed over her - without the same build-up but equally ferocious in its intensity. Her whole body spasmed again and was lost to uncontrollable contractions - her whole being shook and quivered. "Agggghhhhhhhhhhh!" Susan wailed. Her fists were opening and closing involuntarily. Her arms wriggling impotently by her sides. "Ohhhhhh fuuuuuuuck, another one!!!!" Her legs, with knees bent and flapping wide open to allow Julien access, shook with a fine tremor and her arms flailed by her sides. She squealed and panted, writhing like someone in torment. Julien completely withdrew his hand and watched as she bucked on the bed to the beat of the pleasure coursing through her. His left hand rubbed her belly down to her pubic hair but kept clear of her clit. "I....can't.....believe.....it...," Susan stammered between pants. "That's only the start, my dear," Julien murmured. The fingers of his right hand slipped easily inside her wet hole and he began to stimulate her again. "No....I...can't....any....more....aaaarrrrgggghhhh!" Once more an orgasm wracked her whole body and Julien withdrew until she was over the peak. He kept this up this pattern of stimulation; over and over again his fingers would return. He would vigorously pump her for a while and Susan would come again. There was no let up, no release that climaxing usually brought. Just a constant level of arousal of orgasmic proportions. Nor was there any decrease in the intensity of her orgasms. Each one rocked her entire being. In between times, Susan was virtually incoherent, mumbling and rocking herself. Again and again Julien made her come. Each time she thought she couldn't possibly take any more stimulation, that her body wouldn't physically be able to come again, only to be proven very wrong - over and over again. Susan had never experienced anything remotely like it. Her body was covered with sweat, the bedsheets were rumpled beyond compare. Her love juices had made a large pool around her buttocks and upper thighs, the whole bed a mess. Susan had long since lost count of how many times she had come. She was in some parallel universe where time had lost all meaning, and nothing existed but her cunt and Julien's hand. And if, in between times, Julien would ever lean close and whisper quietly, "Do want some more?", she would nod feebly and moan. Eventually though, as if from some other cosmos, she became aware of a change. A new feeling inside her pussy and a weight pressing her body down. Julien had finally been unable to stand his own torment any longer. He'd been hard as a rock - painfully hard as he witnessed Susan's lust-imbued beauty - for over an hour, and he couldn't wait any more. Climbing on top of her almost senseless body, Julien entered her fully with a single thrust. It wasn't often he was able to do that with women, but Susan was so wet and wide by this time that he effortlessly buried himself to the hilt. Susan seemed to come to herself enough to recognise his presence both inside her and on top of her. She wrapped her aching thighs around his buttocks, heels pressing in and he responded by thrusting hard and deep. She came again at the stimulation and it wasn't long before Julien, dick hardening, balls tingling, spewed forth his spunk deep within her. Susan fell almost immediately into an exhausted sleep, deeper than she could remember in a very, very long time. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ Matt was beginning to drift off, his right arm still curled around and under Clara. The bedroom door was pushed open and Julien poked his head around. "You awake? he asked quietly. Matt removed his arm and began to sit up. Clara stirred too. Julien came into the bedroom carrying a bundle of clothes which he dropped in a corner. "Susan's asleep," he said. "I thought you might like to go back to her. Be there for her when she wakes up." "Yeah, yeah," Matt replied somewhat groggily and running a hand through his dishevelled hair. He stood up unsteadily. "Good idea." He felt embarrassed. Here he was crawling naked from the bed of the woman he'd just fucked, right in front of her husband who was also completely nude. As he did so he couldn't help staring at Julien's cock. He'd never seen it "in the flesh" so to speak. He hadn't quite appreciated just what Julien had been carrying around all this time. What a monster, he thought. Susan should be one satisfied woman. For the first time a twinge of inadequacy flickered through him. As he came around the foot of the bed and headed for the door, Clara crawled across the bed. He turned to her and she pulled his lips to hers. Her tongue darted into his mouth and hungrily licked his tongue. His over-worked dick felt painful at the surge of blood his brain sent down to it. She pulled back slightly and looked deeply into his eyes. "Merci pour ce soir, mon amie." She smiled. Julien was smiling too he noticed. Matt couldn't help but smile as well – partly because any inadequate feelings had been banished by Clara's kiss, and partly by the ridiculous bedroom situation he found himself in. "Bon soir," he said to them both. He headed for the door, looking back quickly as he closed it. He was left with an image of Clara welcoming Julien back into her bed, and of the giant appendage between his legs swinging as he climbed in. Matt padded softly down the passage back to the guest bedroom. He couldn't quite remember where he'd shed his clothes. Fuck it, he thought. I'll worry about that tomorrow. There was no light on in his bedroom but the combined moonlight and streetlight filtering through the window gave him enough to see by. He closed the door quietly. His wife was lying spread-eagled on the large bed. Matt sat down on the edge of it and looked at her. Her hair lay tousled on the pillow, her breasts, proud and free, rose gently with her breathing. Her legs were apart and liquid oozed from her opening to stain the sheets. The pale light softened her features and accentuated her curves. She looked so serene and content, although the rumpled bedsheets, stained and wet in places spoke to something other than peaceful slumber. He had never seen her look more beautiful or desirable he marvelled. He felt a passion for her with such depth as he had not felt for years. He smiled. Matt crawled closer to her, then brought his lips down gently onto hers for a delicate peck. She didn't stir at all. Unable to resist her succulent breasts, glistening with oil in the moonlight, he leant down and gave each nipple a soft kiss each. Finally he moved to where he could access her love triangle. Her legs remained apart, her pubic hair still wet with goodness knows what. He thought he could see red marks on her inner thighs and maybe above her pubic mound as well. He brought his head down, anointing her pussy with his mouth. He caught a different scent than usual as raised himself up and moved his body to lie beside his wife. She still hadn't stirred but her soft breathing was almost hypnotic, drawing Matt down to her own level of slumber. He felt tired and happy. Lying beside her on his back he reached his hand out to find hers and clasped it. Just what this experience had brought to their relationship only time would tell. Right now he felt satisfyingly fucked, and Susan clearly felt that way too. His breathing soon matched hers and Matt was shortly fast asleep, happy and content.
Hotel Sapphira	144,468	4.61	402,811	[ "hotel", "bar", "seduced", "tricked", "exposed", "watching", "lesbian d/s", "clothing", "lesbian bdsm" ]	\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Originally a collaboration (thank you Gianna and Susie for your ideas), then developed to suit the 'needs' of an extremely sexual and sensual friend. I hope you like the finished article. Read it slowly and enjoy yourself. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* My work in recruitment had recently exploded and taken on an international dimension, which is how I had come (by a complicated series of seemingly unrelated events) to be in Richmond, Virginia. Far from my home in England and new to the area, the accent, the customs, the people and their closely-woven friendships & inter-relationships. But here I was in a local bar just around the corner from my hotel, alone and knowing no-one. The woman seated in the window continually looked across at me as I sat at the counter and sipped at my cold beer. During most of my adult life I'd become accustomed to unwelcome, lascivious stares from men of all ages, but mostly well over my own 40 years. I've had noticeably large boobs since I was 13 and at a firm-and-rounded size 34C they still stand up well to scrutiny (as well as both tender caresses and firm handling). Being 5' 7" tall yet only 130 pounds and with long, naturally-wavy blonde hair I tend to dress less overtly sexy than some women my age to avoid attracting too much attention. But, working in the fashion world, I always need to look smart when I'm away on business. Today I'd been conducting interviews for a household-name British fashion store chain expanding quickly in the US market so I was wearing a demure but stylish and very well cut suit in jet black wool cloth with a subtle sheen. 'She' was somewhat younger yet of a similar height. About 27 I guessed, much slimmer than me and with long straight honey-blond hair and a pretty face. If we had one thing in common, it was probably that we were both thinking "What's an attractive woman like her doing alone in a bar like this". We were both soon to find out. I decided to play. I shifted on my bar-stool so my skirt rode up my legs a little. She watched me. I sat forward slightly on the front edge of the stool, crossed my sheer-nylon-clad legs and swung my foot rhythmically. She closed her eyelids slightly as she continued to watch me, her narrowing, captivating blue eyes darting up and down as she took in the show I was performing. Holding my tall, cold glass in one hand, I ran a long manicured fingernail of the other hand up and down it's slender tall shape. I drew patterns in the condensation before stroking the top edge round and around then finally slipping the wet tip of my finger into my mouth and half-licking, half-sucking the moisture from it without ever closing my pouting, well-glossed lips. She lifted her chin slightly and moved her head towards me only a fraction but the message was clear: "I'm interested, what happens next", confirmed by the way she ran her pointed tongue along her top lip then back across her bottom lip in a single continuous and highly sensual movement. She put two fingertips on the side of her chin and rested her elbow on the table. Somehow she managed to take a sip from her cappuccino without moving her hand or diverting her gaze. She left a trace of froth on her top lip, put down the cup and drilled into me with her clear blue eyes. One of us was going to have to make a move soon and as I always like to seize the advantage, I slipped down off the stool, deliberately dragging my skirt up my legs to expose a glimpse of my stocking tops. Carefully placing one high-heeled shoe in front of the other, I slowly paced the short distance between us carrying my half-full glass in one hand and my Louis Vuitton bag in the other. As I reached the table, I briefly looked at the reflections in the window. Everyone in the bar was watching us but she was watching my every move. I put down my bag on a spare seat and my glass on the table, freeing both hands which I used to sensually smooth down my jacket and skirt. She made a small movement suggesting she was going to stand up. Why? As a sign of respect? To position herself level with me in both height and status? (I was sure she would be equal to me in both). I lifted a hand to signal 'No' and she stayed sitting. She opened her mouth to speak but I leaned forward, my jacket lapels parting momentarily. Her eyes left mine for the first time since I had walked into the bar as they darted down to catch a glimpse of my cleavage. I surprised her by putting a slender finger on her lips to stop her from speaking. She took the hint, sat back in her chair and smiled as I sat down opposite her. I struggled to conceal the shiver of pleasure that rushed though me as I mentally ticked off the first hurdle I had just overcome. She had accepted me into her personal space, albeit with a table still between us, and my mind was already onto my next ambition. I knew exactly where I wanted this encounter to lead but the journey was far from certain. But I had a plan, and as they say, any plan is better than no plan. I looked at her face. Seeing her now at close range she looked even more gorgeous than before. Her eyes were heavily made up with black mascara and edge-lining accented with blue shadow merging into dusky grey at the outer extremities of her lids, fading towards her temples. Her lip-gloss was subtly pink-to-mauve and her cheekbones where gently emphasised with russet. She had a good sense of colour. Only slightly less casually dressed than me, she was wearing a well-cut white satin dress that was tailored into her slim waist and sat tight on her narrow hips. The neck was cut in a deep vee yet it exposed very little breast suggesting she was quite small. The cheeky cap sleeves showed off her arms beautifully and everything was set off perfectly with matching black detailing, belt and accessories and silver jewellery. A woman of style and good taste I thought. A professional woman, a strong woman who knows her mind. Self-confident, with disposable income to spare. Similar to me. I might have a fight on my hands. The atmosphere was electric and bolts of energy rippled though my body from my brain, via my nipples to my pussy. My plan was taking shape beautifully, and the shape was tall, slim, young, beautiful and sitting opposite me, watched by every pair of eyes in the bar including mine. You sipped sensually from your cappuccino but I made you spill a little of the hot stimulating liquid when I hooked the toe of my shoe around the back of your ankle, You know how it is when you jump because you are surprised when something happens and even more so when you are anticipating it? Your eyes burned into me as I ran my toe up the back of your calf and back down again. Then up again, a little higher this time. You knew what the clatter was as I kicked off my shoe and repeated the movement using my now bare-but-nylon-stocking-covered toes. I saw you shudder and for the first time I noticed you close your eyes, lift your chin and let out a gentle sigh between parted lips. You also now knew that this was leading somewhere but you did not know where. Well not until I took out a business card and scribbled on the back: Hotel on corner of Market and West 7th - Cocktail bar - 1 hour. xxx J I handed you the card, dropped a $20 bill on the table and stood up. You looked up at me coyly with those wonderful blue eyes -- I think a woman looks exceptionally sexy when she looks upwards from under well-groomed eyebrows. You batted your lids in an unspoken acknowledgement and looked down at my card -- I knew you would be there. I could feel the intensity of the atmosphere; the other early evening drinkers watched me as I strode purposefully out of the door into the next stage of my carefully-crafted seduction. Exactly one hour later I arrived at the front door of the upscale 'Hotel Sapphira', carrying two designer-store carrier bags and hoping I had guessed your size correctly. The doorman recognised me and smiled as I strode purposefully towards the cocktail bar. Well, I was hoping it all had a purpose; I'd have felt totally fucking pissed off if you had not turned up. But I was confident that you would be there. Confidence is something that just comes naturally to me. Positivity brings more positives. I looked around the bar and sure enough, you were there, perched precariously and provocatively on a tall leopard-skin bar stool ... The bar was busy with after-work drinkers; some dressed in formal business suits, others in expensive evening cocktail dresses, skimpy tops and skirts, tight trousers and all were very attractive. Even the ones in business suits; as I looked around I realised all of the people in suits were female, all their suits were identical and none of them was wearing anything under her jacket, instead displaying a larger or smaller cleavage. Some wore trousers, others wore short skirts with seamed stockings on show, and all wore very high heels. In fact, everyone there was female -- not a man in sight and then I realised that even the 'doorman' was a girl, with short black hair and a chiselled, angular face. One of the other clients was leaning on the bar beside you, looking intently at you and constantly brushing her hair from her face. You did not immediately notice me arrive so I watched from a distance. Your companion seemed very interested in you so I let her gain in confidence for a while, no doubt building up her hopes. She moved her face closer to you and seemed to whisper in your ear. I seized the moment, strode directly across the floor towards you under the watching eyes of the staff and other drinkers. My heart was beating fast, at least 130, but I was 100% confident of how you would react. "Hi honey, you look hot, do you want to come up to my room?" I enquired. As soon as you saw me you smiled at me and replied: "Sure, I don't know your name but I like your approach". The other woman with you looked like she could kill me with at 100 paces with just a stare but I didn't care. I took your hand to steady you as slipped down off the stool. I led you through the lobby to the front desk where I collected the key-card to my room -- the suited receptionist smiled at us both as I handed her a folded piece of paper. She opened it, read it carefully then slid it into her top pocket, purring: "No problem, Julia." As soon as the elevator doors closed I took your head gently between my hands and looked at you intently. Neither of us spoke but your expression told me everything I needed to know. All too soon the doors opened. The (female) bell captain was waiting to show us to the suite. She opened the double doors and I heard you gasp as you walked in. "So, you like 1920s Art Nouveau style?" I enquired, adding, prophetically, "I love the classic table lamp designs - they always seem to have a beautiful woman in clinging silk draped over her body." I walked over to the waiting champagne in the ice bucket, wiggling my ass as I walked, pouring two glasses of ice-cold bubbly and passing one to you. We sipped down our champagne, the ice cold liquid made you shiver. I spilled a small drop and it trickled down my chin and in an instant you wiped it away with your fingertip. I held eye contact just long enough to be sure we were connected and that you were ready to give yourself to me. From that short moment we both knew we were committed to much more than just two people who had recently met enjoying a drink together. The difference was, I knew where this was all going to lead and you didn't -- you just had to trust me. I opened my mouth and you knew what to do. You slipped your still-wet finger between my lips and I sucked the champagne taste into my throat. I gently bit your finger so you could not remove it, symbolising the control I so easily exerted over you. You feigned only a weak attempt to pull away. I opened my mouth and still you did not remove your finger. I sucked on it again and circled my tongue around its tip. Our eyes met again but this time yours were half closed and your head was tilted slightly back. I looked down at your body; your posture had changed subtly. Your demure little white dress could not conceal that your shoulders were pulled back, thrusting your small breasts towards me; your pelvis was tilted slightly, your feet apart a little. All your body language now said: "Yes, I am ready". But you did not know quite what it was that you were ready for. You may have thought you knew, but you did not. I walked across to the far side of the hotel room and turned to face you, aware that you were watching my every move, no doubt looking for signs of what I'd expect you to do next to win me. You were also probably wondering what was underneath my suit jacket, and when (if ever) you would find out. You started to walk towards me. I lifted my glass slowly to my mouth and took a long sip. You pouted your lips as you strutted, hoping that I might kiss you but you were premature, very much so. I licked the wine from my lips in one continuous movement of my tongue before I spoke: "Fuck you honey, I'll kiss you when I am ready. Get your ass over to the window, slut." We didn't even know each other's names yet. "Turn around and face me - let me look at you ..." I quietly admitted to myself that you were quite an exceptional find. I was pleased with my harvest today. I flicked on the in-room music system and found something sassy and funky. "OK honey, let's see how slut you are ... Strip for me like your life depends on it." It's at this point that you were most likely to tell me to fuck off and just leave, yell at me and dial the front desk, or .... My heart was pounding as I waited for your response, even though I had little doubt what it would be. You started dancing slowly, then running your hands on your breasts, down your hips, and lifting the bottom of your dress just enough so I could not yet tell if you were wearing panties, a thong or nothing at all. So who's the teaser now, eh? You reached behind and pulled the zipper down your back, turning slowly so I caught glimpses of your bare back. Another question as yet unanswered - do you have a bra on? Slowly you made your way towards me with the top of your dress seductively falling off your shoulders until you were standing barely 2 feet away from me at which point you finally let the dress fall to your waist. I stifled a gasp when I saw that in fact, no you were not wearing a bra, and more importantly, that you have the most gorgeous pair of small, pert, firm young breasts I could ever have hoped for, with dark puffy areole and firm long nipples sitting high and upwards-pointing. I squeezed my thighs together involuntarily, my pussy twitching under my skirt. In true stripper-slut style, you turned your back to me and dragged the zipper down the last few inches and let your dress fall in a heap of white fabric on the floor. The tiniest narrowest strand of russet-brown material nestled in your ass-crack between beautiful high, firm, rounded cheeks, statuesquely setting off the tops of your long, bare and muscular legs. Runner's legs I guessed. Finally you turned around to show off your full sensuality, the prize still concealed by a tiny scrap of lace fabric that singularly failed to cover even your rounded outer lips, let alone your smooth shaven mound. You flinched at the first flash, but then responded as I expected, posing in ever more provocative ways as I photographed your exposed, vulnerable but highly desirable body. So far so good. My plan was working out perfectly. If only you knew how aroused I was becoming by this erotic and highly controlling scenario. But to reveal my heightened state of sexual excitement would be a sign of weakness and could jeopardise my desired eventual outcome. I picked up the plate of seafood that I'd had delivered with the champagne and walked towards you. You opened your mouth in obedient expectation and waited for me to feed you with the tasty morsels with their legendary aphrodisiac qualities. Although I could at this point have quite literally had you 'eating out of my hand', instead I placed a shelled crevette between my teeth and, taking hold of your obviously-erect nipples between my fingers and thumbs, pulled you towards me for you to take the pink flesh from me with your own teeth. You tipped your head to one side provocatively but at the crucial moment I pulled back, leaving you disappointed and with fire burning in your eyes. I didn't think this was going to be easy and I was glad you were prepared to put up at least some kind of a fight. "Fuck you!" you growled under your breath. "Eventually you will honey, whatever your name is ..." I felt your nipples harden in my hands. I laughed and nearly dropped the food but then leaned forward again to allow you to take it. See? I am not so cruel after all! Holding the plate in one hand, I allowed you to pick up more food with your teeth. How perceptive of you to know I would not allow you to use your hands to feed yourself! But then when I parted my lips, you instinctively knew to pick up an oyster shell with your finely-manicured fingers and tip it's contents into my open mouth. Swallowing it whole, I licked my lips slowly and sensually, smiled at you and awaited the next salty, slippery, fleshy treat. Again you tipped it into my open mouth but this time I did not swallow it. Instead I pulled on your bare nipples again, dragging you close to me. I leaned forward and engaged your heavily-lipsticked mouth in a long passionate open-mouthed kiss during which I transferred the whole oyster from my own mouth into yours. I sensed the moment when you swallowed, betrayed by the shudder that ran though your body and your attempts to draw breath, which our long kiss impeded. When I first saw you in the bar earlier that evening I could hardly have dared to hope that you would be so compliant and so well-matched to my needs and expectations. "You are a good slut!" I acknowledged, and you smiled and nodded in humble acceptance of my compliment. "But you are also a dirty whore, yes?" "Yes, I am a dirty whore, only for you. I am your filthy slut, my Mistress". You learn fast. I led you to the bathroom and ordered you to take a shower. "Get in the shower and clean up, you dirty bitch. I have plans for us. Come out in 15 minutes and wait for your next instructions." Of course, you did exactly what I told you, with the nice twist of peeling the tiny thong from your tense body and throwing it at my feet before closing the door to the sumptuous bathroom behind you with a shaking hand. I cannot know what was going tough your head as you soaped down your slim and firm naked body, no doubt lingering at its most sensitive spots them drying, preening, and applying lotions and creams as you watched yourself in the huge mirrors, preparing yourself for whatever I had planned for you next. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* After what seemed like an eternity to you, you unlocked the bathroom door and walked expectantly into the enormous bedroom. You looked around to see where I was and what I was wearing. Would I still be in the same black suit and silk shirt? Will I have changed into something more adventurous and assertive? Or maybe I will already be totally naked, ready for you to serve me. No. None of these. In fact, I had gone. I was not there. I was not anywhere in the room. In fact, the room was immaculate just as the maid might have left it. Not only had I gone, but so had your white dress, your bag, your jewelry and your phone. There was nothing in the room that did not belong to the hotel. Except for you, standing in the middle of the large bedroom, totally naked and totally bewildered. Frantically you searched the room, looking in all the cupboards. Probably not expecting to find me hiding, but hoping to find some clothes to wear. Anything to cover your nakedness. Nothing. You opened the door into the adjoining sitting room. Huge sofas, an enormous flat-screen TV, a drinks cabinet and everything else you'd expect in an upscale hotel suite. But no personal belongings at all. You wrapped a towel around your torso, sat on the bed and pondered your predicament. You could not possibly leave the room like this. You looked around for a note in case I had left some instructions but found nothing. In desperation you picked up the room phone, hoping the hotel staff could help in some way (but how could you explain how you came to be in this state?). "Sorry, this phone has not been authorised to make outgoing calls. Please drop by the front desk to open this line". Shit! you thought, just as there was a knock at the door ... "Housekeeping!" The voice on the intercom announced the identity of the person knocking on your door. You panicked; do you dare to open the door looking like this? Anyway, what if it is not a housekeeper ... The voice sounded female. You looked though the spy-hole. A tall slender woman in the house uniform of cleavage-exposing jacket and tight trousers stood in the corridor. "What do you want?" you enquired -- stalling in the hope some clothes would appear from no-where. "I have come to deliver your laundry" They just did. But you did not check any laundry. Maybe it's a trick, a hoax - but she seems to be holding a garment carrier. Do you risk opening the door to her? What will she think if she sees you naked except for a towel? Will she regard this as normal (she must see many stranger things in their hotel rooms) or might she take it as a come-on and make a pass at you, take advantage of you, forcing her way into your room, closing and locking the door behind her and making advances? Maybe that is all part of the plan. But whose plan? My plan? Her plan? The hotel proprietor's plan? Your mind is in overdrive. "One moment" you called. You wrapped the large hotel towel tightly around your torso and nervously opened the door on the chain. The woman handed you a card though the narrow opening. It read "As requested, we have you reserved a table for 2 in the restaurant 'Lipstick and Linguine'. We look forward to welcoming you at 8:30 pm tonight" Puzzled but intrigued, you opened the door and the uniformed woman handed over the garment. It was very light in weight. You thanked her and apologised that you were unable to tip her, explaining that you had mislaid your bag. She looked around the empty room, smiled and looked you up and down. "I guess girls like you can get by in life without needing to carry your own money". Feeling both insulted and embarrassed, you kicked the door closed and unwrapped your 'laundry'. At least you had something to wear now so you could venture out of the room even though you had no r means of getting home. You had no choice but to dress for dinner. Dinner, but with whom? Me? The Housekeeping woman? The Manageress of the hotel? Your mind was racing again. Remembering that I had been carrying some designer clothes bags when I 'fetched' you from the bar, and that I did not have them later when we arrived at the suite, your mind began to work overtime. Unable to resist, you unzippered the garment carrier and tipped its contents onto the bed. Which wasn't very much. No doubt your first thought was "What exactly is it?" For certain, from the look and feel, it was silk, and not just any silk but the finest, sheerest, highest quality flawless of silks in a sexy dusky pinkish-grey shade. Certainly towards the top end of the slut-to-sophisticated scale. But what was it, and how were you supposed to wear it? You picked it up by what looked like the top and shook it. It boasted several narrow strips and straps but very little substance. Eventually working out which way up it should be worn, you slipped it over your head, threaded your hands though where you guessed your arms were supposed to go, and wriggled it down over your otherwise naked torso. Not very far down, actually. Looking at yourself in the bedroom mirrors, it could better be described by what was missing rather than what was there. Only the narrowest of straps traced spaghetti-thin lines over your shoulders, ending part-way down your 34B (could easiliy be A-cup) breasts. From there, only slightly more substantial strips of material broadened gradually from next-to-nothing, following downwards over the curve of your cute breasts and then joining roughly at your navel, leaving a gaping vee from your neck right the way down between your breasts and over your midriff. From there down to the very tops of your slim but firm exercise-toned thighs the diaphanous material struggled and barely succeeded in covering your shaved pussy mound at the front. At the sides, from under your arms down to your ass a wide strip of your tender delicious flesh was left exposed, but for a few narrow and almost useless strips of silk joining the front of the dress to the back, none of them lower than your 23-inch waist. Even that is an overstatement, suggesting that there was in fact a back to the dress. In reality, an open vee shape plunged from your neck and shoulders down your bare back, ending so low as to show off at least the first 4 inches of your gorgeous, tight and firm ass crack. Little more than 6 inches of light, dusk-pink material clung to your hard, rounded ass-cheeks before it too ended more-or-less level with your crotch. And that was only when you were standing still, shoulders down, back straight and pelvis level. You reached down to see if there might be even the tiniest of thongs in the carrier, but no such luck. And as you did so you realised the obvious: the dress would ride up your ass and exposed your pussy to anyone who might be behind you. If you squatted the side splits parted and the material disappeared between your long legs. If you dared to turn or lean to one side the straps slipped off your shoulders. When you walked, the whole dress fluttered in the gentlest of breezes and was as likely to reveal your nipples, your pussy, or both. It was the merest token gesture of a dress, and you sweet darling would be going to dinner in it, and nothing else. You had no choice. You were nervous, scared and confused. But you also had to admit to yourself that you were turned on and very, very excited. Taking a deep breath you opened the hotel room door, noticing the fire instructions on the inside: "Do not stop to collect your personal belongings." No problem there -- you didn't have any. A wry smile crossed your face. 'Someone' (on my instructions) had been thoughtful enough to leave a pair of strappy silver sandals with 4" heels outside the bedroom door -- you slipped them on and tottered along the corridor. You flinched as you heard the room door latch closed behind you. There was no going back now; you didn't even have a room key. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ The first challenge was going to be taking the elevator. You pressed the button and waited for it to arrive, hoping that it would be empty. The light signalled its arrival. Your heart leapt as the doors slid open ... but fortunately there was no-one inside. The lift car began its smooth rapid journey down to lobby-level. As it approached each floor your heartbeat skipped -- would it pass on, or stop for an unknown stranger to step in and join you? Only that, or to stare at you, hit on you, touch you, slip her hands inside your dress, slip it off your shoulders, letting it drop on the floor, skimming her hands over your naked body, maybe caressing you or even kissing you, fingering your pussy, pulling your nipples. Oh god no, what if she was ugly? Or more to the point, what if she was gorgeous? Your imagination was running away with you and you were startled when the doors suddenly opened at level 0. The noise, the bustle and the excitement hit you as you stepped into the hotel lobby. There were people everywhere; alone, in pairs and in small groups and huddles. In the time that you had been up in my room the hotel had become much busier. It was now 8:15 and women were checking in, meeting friends and generally doing what people do in hotel lobbies. Except of course, as you had already realised, they were all female. Not only that, but at first glance they were all impossibly gorgeous. The way they dressed, the way they stood, walked, moved, stood, kissed, held their drinks, ran their hands though each other's hair, it was an assault on your visual senses and you my darling were now one of them. One of us. A member of an elite. You took another deep breath and stepped out into the throng. Looking around you caught sight of a sign directing you to the restaurant. Across the lobby and through the bar. You began to walk purposefully in that direction, but your usual self-confidence was fast ebbing away. The high-heeled sandals were unfamiliar and you tottered rather than walked. You were, of course, highly conspicuous and very self-conscious in that slip of a tiny skimpy revealing dress. And those eyes. Everywhere were eyes, looking at you, from your feet, up your legs, over your scarcely-concealed body and up to your face, then all the way back down again. Appreciative eyes, admiring, winking eyes and smiling lips blowing kisses. And not just the guests, but the uniformed staff too. As you stepped carefully though the throng in the bar you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned a little and a tall blonde woman put her fingertip under your chin and looked into your eyes like she was sizing you up. You smiled nervously and she ran her long manicured nail down your neck and between your breasts. You pulled away, torn between staying to see what happened next and keeping your rendezvous in the restaurant. As you turned away you heard her whisper to her friends and could only imagine what they said. You shuddered and continued to push though the crowd. Then another hand on you, this time on your ass cheek. A young woman, younger than you, straight auburn hair in a bob cut, in a shimmering top with spaghetti-thin straps over skin-tight leather trousers. She tried to pull you towards her but another woman's hand took hold of yours and dragged you away. Now you feel a hand on your breast. You're beginning to feel a loss of control and you feel very vulnerable. An employee puts her hand around your waist and guides you across the bar. Together you run the gauntlet of the bustling bar and finally reach the relative calm and safety of the restaurant. The head waitress smiled at you, bringing you down to earth. "Hello, we've been expecting you. Come with me." In your state of confusion mixed with arousal and nervous expectation, the word 'come', even in that context, caused a wave of excitement to rush though your body down to your pussy. She too was in the hotel uniform of an exquisitely well-cut fitted jacket with just one button holding it closed, somewhere only just above her navel. Her rounded breasts were accentuated by a black bra with very widely spaced plunge cups and only a narrow strip of material stretched taught between them, decorated with what were probably Swarovski crystal glass (could not possibly have been diamonds, but then again, maybe). She ushered you across the room where, inevitably, more admiring eyes followed your every move. One exceptionally slim woman in a slinky long dress pulled out the chair next to hers and patted it, inviting you to join her. You declined politely then realised that you were not entirely sure why you were there and who, if anyone, you would be dining with. You'd only assumed it would be me. Whew! Your assumptions were right. The waitress showed you to my glass-topped table, in the far corner, with windows on 2 sides. You looked relieved to meet someone you knew, even though we'd only met earlier that evening. Why should you be pleased to see the woman who'd stolen your clothes, compelled you to dress provocatively and then to display your nearly naked body to a room full of strangers? I know why! Because you enjoyed it, of course. The waitress pulled out the chair and you sat your bare ass on the cold smooth leather. The expression on your face was a picture and you froze for a moment until your own body heat warmed the soft black hide to a more comfortable temperature. I liked the way you looked at me across the table. The mixture of anger at having been humiliated was tempered by your natural sensuality, your gorgeous facial features and an undercurrent of excitement, arousal & anticipation. Actually, I think you'd rather enjoyed putting your body on display. Just as well. You tried to speak but your throat was dry. You took your glass of champagne and downed it in one; the waitress flinched, only she and I knew how much just that single glass had cost me. There's very little of that vintage still available. "Why did you ..." I put my finger on your lips. "But what on earth did you think ..." you continued, but I interrupted you in mid-sentence by asking the waitress to call you a cab. "You're free to go, they'll lend you a coat" I reassured you. You sat motionless. "Last chance" You stared deep into my eyes for what seemed like ages as your mind grappled with the situation. Staying now, passing over my 'last chance' offer meant accepting whatever happened next, and after that and ... The word 'submission' must have crossed your mind. "That's settled then," I observed and cancelled the cab. I raised my refilled glass to yours then drank from it, licking the effervescent liquid from my lips. The tension subsided somewhat as we busied ourselves with the menu. We both chose pasta dishes with mixed salads, olives, freshly-baked Italian breads. On the table there was already some excellent olive oil (from Puglia, where else) and some well-matured balsamic vinegar (from Modena of course) in which to dip it. I think eating with one's fingers is so sensual and a great ice-breaker. The food arrived; we ate and chatted. I hardly noticed that people were looking at us. Not just the other customers inside the restaurant, but also those walking past the windows, outside in the street. Well, hardly surprising. You nipples were very prominent, poking against your delicate silk dress, and I could see you were doing your best to keep your knees together most of the time but occasionally I'd glance down though the clear table top and catch a glimpse of your shaven rounded pubic mound and your inner cunt lips that were now so swollen that they protruded well beyond your outer labia so I could see them from where I sat, glistening with your wetness. Normally I adore my food but that evening I hardly noticed its taste. My mind was elsewhere. The next 45 minutes were just a blur of images in my mind, wild fantasies that I acted though in my head until they possessed sufficient detail that I was sure I could translate them into realities. Powerful, stimulating and very, very satisfying realities. Every time I looked at you, interweaving you into my imagined world, your facial expression changed between puzzlement, interest, confusion, concern and even fear. Did my own demeanour give away so much that you could so readily discern my innermost thoughts and desires? The waiting staff were very attentive and tactile. We were very well served but I think it was more due to their wish to be near to us and to feast their own eyes on your next-to-naked body and to take in the powerful scent of two highly aroused sensual woman that overshadowed the aroma of the food they brought. You didn't eat much. You seemed to have trouble swallowing. That pleased me. It told me you were ready. Leaving at least two hundred dollar's worth of untouched food on the table, I settled the bill with my black Passionella charge card and stood up, holding out a hand to help you to your feet. I toyed with the hotel-room swipe card between my manicured fingertips and smiled at you. You nodded once. That was enough. But first we had to make our way back though the bar. The music was more quietly-seductive-jazz now, the bar was teeming with even more people, wearing even less clothing than before. Almost without exception, the staff had stripped off their clothes and were now wearing only their black bras and panties in various styles chosen to suit the wearer's body shape and breast size, but all obviously sharing a common design theme. One young woman, very slim torso but with natural breasts that were exceptionally large, firm and rounded without looking grossly disproportionate, was wearing a black satin bra that covered little more than the lower, outer quarter of each breast. It left exposed a huge expanse of cleavage and sensual curved flesh between and above her nipples and revealed an intoxication crescent of darker areole, yet left enough to the imagination to prove that, yes, less truly is more. She whispered in my ear as we passed and I thanked her for her compliments. As we pushed our way through the throng of preoccupied bodies, my ears were filled with the sounds of women having fun. Animated chatter, clinking glasses, long wet noisy kisses and moans of pleasure. Looking around I saw mostly pairs, but sometimes threes and fours, hands reaching and caressing and working inside clothing, unzipping zippers, deftly flicking buttons and loosening ribbon ties. Fingers searching out hidden secret places. Some women, presumably customers but I was impossible to tell now, were now totally naked. One was stretched out on her back on a long low table, two members of the hotel staff held her hands and her feet whilst a tall woman in a corset ran handfuls of ice-cubes over her body, along her arms and legs and especially on her breasts and pussy. Her breasts were not large but her nipples jutted straight upwards, long and hard and inviting. She writhed and arched her back and the tall woman placed one foot on her belly, holding her down with her 5½" stilettoed shoe. I lost you for a moment as I was distracted by the feast of female pleasure, then realised you were now surrounded by a group of 5 women. One was the slim hotel employee with the large natural breasts and the impossibly low-plunge bra. A second staff member had her back to me but I could see she was wearing a halter-neck bra with spaghetti-thin straps, matching string panties and high strappy sandals. Her thick raven-black hair was cut high into the back of her neck but progressively longer towards her face, a style I love. Her chalk-white ass was gorgeously firm and rounded and her long muscular back seemed to go on for ever. The other three women must all have been customers as one was naked but for her sheer panties whilst the other two were wearing variations on the classic little-black-cocktail-dress. As I moved closer I saw that you had your eyes closed and then I realised why. The two cocktail-dress women, one blonde and the other a red-head, were running their hands over your body, initially through the silk that scarcely provided any meaningful protection from their intentions. Moments later, one then the other slid their hands inside your dress and fondled and teased the accessible flesh of your breasts, ass and torso. From the expression of your face, you were enjoying their attention at least as much as they were. As I approached, the raven-haired employee made eye-contact with me to gauge my reaction. A subtle exchange of wordless communication took place in a fleeting moment that first said "Is this OK?" then "Sure, let them enjoy her" and finally "mind if we all join in". I nodded. The slim blonde employee whispered to her two colleagues and they led you over to a long low table onto which they threw a number of leather cushions before gently laying you back onto them. For a moment you seemed to panic. Your eyes darted left and right, searching me out, a familiar face in a crowd even though we'd only met for the first time a few hours previously. I smiled reassuringly and you relaxed visibly but only slightly. I stood and watched for a while, my pussy tingling with excitement. My nipples were aching from being erect, hard and tight of over a long period of time. I feasted my eyes on the erotic atmosphere in the hotel; an orgy of epic Roman proportions taking place in what was ostensibly a public place. The sights, sounds and smells of sex were everywhere. And the tastes too from what I could make out in several corners in the bar area. But we were not in a corner. No. We were right slam-dunkin' bang in the middle, for all around to see. To see you being mercilessly stroked, caressed and desecrated by the two cocktail-dress honeys whilst the almost-naked hotel guest stood beside you with one hand clasped over her small breast and the other hand clearly visible and moving rhythmically inside her sheer panties The slim blonde employee stood above your head, supporting your shoulders. I noticed she made no attempt to touch you erotically. Her raven-black-haired colleague exercised less self control as she pulled your feeble silk dress down off your shoulders and suckled on one of your rock-hard nipples. But they all knew whom you belonged to. They all kept one eye on me. My position of status, power and privilege was never in question. But I was happy to share you knowing that the ultimate prize was mine. I gestured to the slim woman and she lifted your head so you could more easily see me. In a simple well-practiced flourish I grasped the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head, shaking my long blonde curls over my shoulders. I noticed your eyes widen when you saw what I was wearing underneath. Surely you already knew; hadn't you worked it out already? Standing between your parted legs, your smooth bare mound just inches from my leg, I leaned over you and took firm hold of the top of your silk dress. With a single tug, I ripped it from your vulnerable and now totally naked body and delighted in the shudder I sent through you. No doubt you knew what was coming next and you closed your eyes again in anticipation as I sank between your thighs, parted them wider with my firm hands and flicked the tip of my tongue across your fiery throbbing clit. I knew you would taste delicious ever since I picked you up in the bar, but not this good! I lapped at your gaping cunt-slit and consumed your oozing juices as you bucked your hips wildly. I looked up for a moment to see that the women either side of you were still groping your cute small titties and the woman who had been wearing only panties was now naked and furiously masturbating right in front of you. It was all too apparent that your first orgasm was not far off and I kept up the pace as I licked and sucked at your clit whilst caressing the insides of your thighs and slipping more and more fingers into your craving cunt. I felt a hand on my own ass and wriggled my bum as the woman in the skimpy halter-top and string with the gorgeous haircut eased my latex panties down my thighs before dragging a welcome finger along the slit between my swollen, puffy and widely-parted inner labial lips. You drenched my face as your climax rocketed through you, no doubt grossly enhanced in both power and satisfaction by the wickedly perverted knowledge that your entire body was wantonly exposed, hot, wet, dripping and shaking for everyone to see. Thanks to my dutiful willing helper behind me, I came moments later and by the sounds from close by, so did at least 3 other participants and voyeurs around us. I'm not sure if you noticed, or heard, or cared. But after you'd composed yourself for a few moments and the staff helped you to clean up, you still looked shocked when I asked: "Are you ready to come back up to my room now and start some serious fucking?" \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* Did you like that? 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Frankie's Story Ch. 08	17,572	4.76	766,555	[ "lesbian", "pregnant", "anal", "skin-grafts", "burns", "cocktail dress", "sun bath", "melt down", "fitness centre" ]	(This story interlocks with each chapter so if you come into this story other than the beginning, then you may well scratch your head at some of the comments within this chapter. I've tried to make this a glimpse into the lives and lifestyle of three people. They chose to keep there lives private, isn't it strange how life never lets that happen.) My thanks to Linda 62953 for her editing of this chapter. \* I sat in my chair and drank my coffee. Frankie sat at her desk and pretended to look busy. Neither one of us was fooling the other. In the end, she heard me say 'fuck it' as I got out of my chair and went to see Mrs Gillins. Damned if I knew how but she was expecting me, her assistant was already down in the basement filing and coffee was still warm on the side of her desk. "I expected you twenty minutes ago." "Kinda figured you would, that's why I held out this long, we have to talk and clear the air a bit." Mrs Gillins leaned back in her chair and waited; I topped up her coffee and sat for a moment, took a sip and put the cup down on her desk. "This isn't about my life anymore. It concerns others. The thing is, in some way you fit into this. I need to know how much." Other than take a sip from her own cup, I got nothing from her. "You know everything that goes on here. I'm not going to waste time on this. I have little enough time as it is. You know about Rebecca and Niamh?" I got one nod out of her while reaching for her coffee again. It also told me I wasn't getting anything else out of her. "I promised her a week to figure out her life and what she plans to do with it. If she walks away from Niamh, then so be it. If they both decide that they are the one and plan to live together, then so be it. I had to give Thomas a reason for her being here for a week. That will mean Marlon and I getting involved with the research, something we promised not to do. Your involvement with Thomas may prove a problem as well. If he finds out, he will want to know why you didn't tell him." She looked into her cup as I spoke. The contents must have been interesting because she never looked up when she spoke. "Rebecca is a nice girl, a little lost but she is slowly finding her way. Thomas is the kindest man I have known since my late husband. He doesn't know it yet but I do plan to say yes, when he gets around to asking me to marry him. I have some leave due; it's also time to see if we... fit. My plane leaves in six hours, I won't be back for a week." I got up and headed for the door. "Jack." My hand was on the door handle, I didn't look back. "I admire what you're doing, just remember that when Thomas asks me to marry him, I will leave you Jodie. She's good and getting better. She's smart enough to see what goes on and just as smart to know who to talk to, about it. Let her take over from me when I leave." This time I looked at her, the defiance already in her eyes. "She's as young as Francine. The other department heads will push her around." Mrs Gillins used my own argument against me when she pointed out that Francine had held her own in this company for months now. The fact that she was my PA was irrelevant; she has had some stand up, drawn out arguments with most of the senior research managers and department heads in the building and never backed down once. Jodie took that to heart and her own confidence grew off the back of it. We both knew this was a negotiation. This wasn't about her silence. I had known her long enough to take that for granted, she may well marry Thomas Montrose but her time here would be locked in her head. Even her marriage vows precluded her ever talking about it. This was about Jodie, her successor. "When she gets your backing, that'll be all she'll need Jack. She has the confidence to stare down anyone in this building if she thinks she is right." I nodded my head and told her I would think on it, she smiled at my lie. We both knew that the only thing left to do was put pen to paper and shake on it, when Mrs Gillins finally leaves. \\\\\\\* Marlon took one look at me and stood up from his desk, turned and wiped the boards behind him clean. I leaned over his desk and picked up the phone dialing the internal number for Gerry's desk. Five minutes later, he was in Marlon's lab drinking coffee with us. "Ok, why do I get the feeling I'm not going to like this conversation?" Even poor Marlon shrugged his shoulders not sure about anything that was going on so far. At first, I was tentative until I remembered I simply did not have time to be. Marlon sat back in his chair as Gerry and I talked about the Montrose research and how it was progressing. Trying to get Gerry on board was harder and more diplomatic than even I thought. Thomas and I had given him staff, a lab and free reign on this project and now it looked to him like I was taking it away. Although the big stick method would work in the short term, I would end up losing Gerry at the end of it and that wasn't an option. I did have some leverage, and that was Marlon and I used us, to his advantage. Gerry would give Marlon and I access to the one project that was giving his team the most headaches and between us both, we would work our way through it, feeding the results back through Gerry's computer, so he could then pass on the progress himself. We wouldn't stick our nose into his lab and credits would go to his team. It was a hard sell, but he agreed in principle. An hour later, Marlon's computer beeped and we got busy. Frankie phoned down mid afternoon to tell me Mrs. Gillins was now on holiday and Jodie was in our office. I told her to look on Jodie as Mrs. Gillins while she was away and work out between the both of them the order of business for the rest of the week. Neither Marlon nor I knew anything else until Frankie came into the lab with my coat over her arm. I never saw my office for the next three days. Frankie kept me up to date as we traveled back and forth from home. The second the car entered the valley all talk of work ceased and this was our time. Tonight, we were going to see Red. Frankie drove while the pizzas warmed my lap. It was Red who gave us a rundown on her sister and Rebecca, as she saw them often and was a good sounding board for both of them. Red's hair had once again started to grow, she had a good inch on her head now and although I refused to say it out load, she looked a little boyish with her hair that short. "Both the girls are talking to Father Stevens tonight." Even Frankie looked at Red the same way I did, she was also expecting us to, as well and smiled when she got our full attention. "You gave them a week Jack. They knew dancing around this and courtship was out of the question. They have been sleeping together ever since that first day, is it love? I'm not sure. But they wanted Father Stevens view on this as well. Niamh reminded you that she isn't me Jack. Her morals have kept her lesbian tendencies at bay for years. Rebecca broke through that with a single look and now she has to face what she had kept hidden for years." I pondered what Red had said for awhile before shrugging my shoulders and going back to eating my pizza. My opinion on the girls held no weight so I chose not to give it, although I sure seem to be keeping the good father busy. Red's treatment was progressing; her skin grafts were taking so well her medication was slowly being reduced. It seemed it would only be a matter of a few weeks now, before she was truly home for good. Now came the conversation, I knew needed to be aired. Why isn't there ever an arrow saying 'insert awkward conversation here'? We always say, 'I was waiting for the right time'. There is never a right or a good time, yet we all try to temper what needs to be said to the needs of others or those it's directed at in the first place. Now I'm looking directly at the person this is directed at and she was in the middle of girlie talk with Frankie, smiling and swapping stories. How could I bring this up, yet I had to. "Red. We have discussed you leaving Hollywood and coming home. You wish for the agreement we have that you will have babies when you do, this is not an order but a request. Delay your need for children for one year; you have the case with the studio to fight yet. Your body still needs to heal and you have yet to find a studio for your fitness business. All this cannot be on top of you being pregnant." Frankie sat back and waited. "Ok. I agree." This time Frankie's eyes narrowed as she watched Red very carefully. Unfortunately Red noticed. "Stay out of my head my sister, you're not invited. Keep your own council or get out of my room." Her words stung Frankie; the redness around her neck highlighted her embarrassment that she had done something to upset her own sister. Frankie bit down on her lower lip, her apology was so quiet, I almost didn't hear it. Red's hand rested on top of Frankie's and she gave it a gentle squeeze, this time she looked back toward me. "You are my Master. All that I am inside and outside this body is yours, I have spent many hours thinking of my future and I had reached the same conclusions. You could have ordered me, I would've been sad, but you are my Master, I would have obeyed. Instead, you requested me to think about it and I've leaked on the towel I'm sitting on. You are my Master and I thank you for thinking of my wellbeing. So yes, I agree because I wish for babies that do not carry the stress I have with me at the moment. I want happy babies and for that, I am willing to wait." I just wished every conversation I had with this woman went this well. But, that's life and I'm just grateful that we're so much alike. But Red wasn't done yet, she looked towards Frankie and she in turn flinched at her stare. "We are sisters and sisters don't do what you were about to do. I know of your abilities, Shannon had them. Tell me now that this is the first time you have tried to do that to me and I will believe you, tell me that you will never do it again and I will believe you." Frankie tried to remove her hand from Red's. She held it tighter forcing Frankie to look at her. Once there eyes locked neither moved. "Once, back at the hospital, the first time I walked in and saw you face down and motionless on the bed. The air was thick with the smell of the medication they placed on your back, the tubes in your arm and thigh. As I walked up to you, your thoughts were so powerful I had to sit down. I came to comfort you. Your face showed me so much pain it broke my heart to see you like that." Red relaxed her pressure on Frankie's hand, but both still held on to each other although Frankie knew that retribution was coming. "We are sisters. I understand you are good at your job, but know your limits. We are sisters you stay out of my head and Samantha's. Tell me that you will never do it again and I will believe you." Frankie nodded her head, both of us remained silent. Her own senses screamed that retribution was coming and she shuddered, holding on to Red's hand when she did. "It doesn't come with an off on switch, but I will try, I understand I have offended you and I apologize for it." Perhaps I had allowed Frankie too much, her gift of insight had served me well and her opinions off the back of that gift were always sound. Nevertheless, I agreed with Red, what she had done was too much and far too personal. Especially, when you took into consideration the girls phoned each other every day, I suspected more than that on occasions. "Frankie you're an adult, this is our family and what you did was wrong. I understand the answer you gave for the only time you have done this to Red and that's excusable. However, thinking that it was ok to continue doing it is inexcusable. When Red returns, she gets to play with you in the play room for a whole evening, while I take Samantha out to dinner." Red smiled, Frankie showed no emotion at all. Perhaps her insight told her what was coming, either way she finally nodded her head. "I will obey" fell from her lips as Red moved in her bed and hugged her sister before she told her she was forgiven. \\\\\\\* It took Marlon and I five days to figure out why this damn program wouldn't work and half a day to set it right. I even dragged Marlon over to the coffee machine and bought him a coffee to celebrate. The ungrateful shit did mention that since the machine was on free vend that didn't count, so I phoned Frankie and asked nicely to send out for pizza for all three of us and to bring it down when it was lunch break. Watching him squirm while we all sat and ate pizza was fun, and a reminder to Marlon not to talk back to the boss. We sat on the program for an hour just watching a screen and smiling a lot, and I even told Marlon that he could transfer over the results to Gerry an hour before the end of the day. It would give him enough time to get his own team leaders up to speed and itching to get to work in the morning to complete the first of the five programs that Montrose Industries had given us. Rebecca now had justification for her weeks stay. I held up my end of the bargain, there was nothing else I could do. She would get the information on the program on Monday. Although still in its very early stages of development, after all not three months before this was nothing more than and idea, born of a need and a gap in the market, that this program would have both the major computer companies banging on Montrose's door to steal from him. This one program could well corner the market and in a year or two, the patents off the back of it, if wisely re-invested. would keep Montrose Industries well into the black for some years to come. I was sure by Tuesday, her father would be here and it will all be down to Rebecca from then on. Mrs. Gillins came back to work on Tuesday, Thomas turned up on Wednesday. Like that fooled anyone. Rebecca met him at the door and showed him to the lab. Gerry and the team took full credit. Marlon and I hid in his lab for a few hours, I did remind him that we had some systems to update and modify for Harper Industries and that me taking him away from that work now put him a week behind. Marlon did what he does best. Wiped the white boards and got to work, ignoring me until we met in the middle of the four white boards he has on his wall. He set to work on the equations before working on a proto-type. Frankie called me up to a meeting with everyone in one of the meeting rooms and light refreshments were served. I commented on the chunk of ice that Mrs. Gillins had on her finger and gave her a hug when she admitted that they both 'fit together' rather well. Rebecca asked her father and his fiancé to dinner and left us to return to looking busy. I'm told that dinner went better than she expected and I did wonder if Mrs. Gillins had laid the groundwork. Thomas admitted that he had known for sometime about her being bi-sexual and although it now looked like that tended towards her new girlfriend he was happy for her. Thomas, Rebecca and Niamh left the next morning and for the next two weeks, peace settled in my life. \\\\\\\* "Samantha just called. Her father is sending her here to check on the progress of the work they have with us and his given her permission to take a weeks holiday after she reports back on the progress." Well, at least Frankie let me sit down before she told me. I pulled open my lap top and checked the program that held Samantha's necklace, between five and six times a day her necklace recorded a time date stamp. I phoned Dr. Hartman and got an update on Reds medical progress. He was also happy to let her out of the clinic for a week and as long as he was happy with her on her return, then the time spent at the clinic would lessen over the next two months. Frankie and I went to see Red that evening and told her of Dr. Hartman's opinion. The squeal made my ears ring. The next day we took Red home with us and the day after Samantha came home. The girls went into a huddle and didn't come up for air for another hour. All three found me in my den working. Samantha sat on my lap and kissed me, when she got my full attention she even let me explore, her legs automatically opened even further than they were for me and the groan that left her vocal cords never made it passed our joined lips. "This girl is wet, this girl thanks you for making her wet. This girl loves you to bits and wakes every morning happy in the knowledge that you love all three of us. Nevertheless, my sisters miss your company and dinner will be ready in twenty minutes. Does this girl respectfully get to stay with you here until dinner is ready?" Her hand came into focus holding a jar of KY, a smile already getting up to that thousand watt smile threshold. We were slow, after all we both had twenty minutes and Samantha took some of those minutes taking pleasure from lowering her ass onto my hardness while she faced me. "Thank you my master, this girl loves this position and I'm grateful you allow it. This girl loves to kiss you when you're in my ass." The look in her eyes told me she was thinking about that very thought and another smile burst forth. "This girl told a lie and I apologize and will correct it now. This girl not only loves it when you kiss her when you're in her ass, but she loves it when you kiss her at anytime." Her eyes widened a little when she felt even more blood push itself into my erection. That smile of hers sure challenges Frankie's now. After all those months and challenges Red, Frankie and I had faced sorting out the mess that was Samantha, this very moment made it all worthwhile. Both Samantha and her inner slave had finally come to accept each other and thrived on that partnership. The anguish and bitter internal fight she had with herself was finally over, no winners no losers, just peace and a willingness to accept who she was and to build on that from now on. Red stuck her head around the door and said. "Master, sister, dinner is almost ready, you were supposed to rape the bitch and then let her come help us in the kitchen. Instead, you made us do all the work. Do you wish us to turn dinner down until you have finished or are you both done now?" Spontaneous laughter tore through the cabin, my laughter acted as a form of vibrator in Samantha's ass and the laughter in her eyes quickly turned to lust, then panic. She didn't even get the chance to ask if she could cum, instead her face showed panic for a second before she leaned forward and held me tight. That set me off again and that slow sensual build up we were both headed for, ended with Samantha's ass tightening and her shudder as her own orgasm took over. It was made worse by me emptying myself into her. "Oh goodie, he's done, now we can serve dinner and eat. I'm starving." The sound of Red's last comment and her padding feet back towards the kitchen made us both giggle for a second. "I'm sorry, I will try harder." The slight plop as my cock shrank enough to fall out of Samantha's ass acted as that 'you could hear a pin drop' moment. Holding her shoulders and pulling her away from me so I could look directly at her, met with Samantha looking down at my chest until I gently shook her shoulders to get her attention. "You are Samantha, Red is Red and Frankie is Frankie. If you change in anyway other than what I know and see of you now and I'll be angry with you. You are Samantha. Learn from Red and Frankie. If you wish, they will always be open to you. But never try harder. I intend to punish you now, do you understand?" Her eyes moistened as she nodded her head, her shoulders even slumped slightly in defeat and then confusion creased her brow, before she hid it from me. After all, how could I punish her, seconds after telling her she had done nothing wrong? Yet, she wasn't about to argue with me. "After work tomorrow, we will be here for a couple of hours and then I'm taking you out to dinner. That is your punishment, to be stuck with me while we eat." The moistness in her right eye allowed a small tear to slowly descend, down her cheek. The smile that grew on her lips never allowed another to follow. We kissed once more before I let Samantha get up and we walked to the dining table, a towel already on the seat that Samantha would occupy. The conversation was easy and fun. Red stood at one point so we could all see her skin grafts. It was also over the course of that evening that she was open to us all over what happened that afternoon at the studio. I suppose she was waiting to come to terms with it herself and be able to tell us all, at the same time. Even I understood that to tell as much as she had, must have taken a great deal out of her. It's also, why I had no compunction to push her for details. Mathew Bowden knew everything because he had to, so his team could fight Red's case. The emotional and mental withdrawal that followed caused me some concern. That day was still raw to Red and had been for some time. Other than wanting to know why she had not agreed to meet with Caroline Atkins, I had not broached the subject. Red called them her battle scars. We all picked up, on the double meaning she had attached to that comment. Red had been assigned to Caroline Atkins by the studio as her personal fitness trainer. They grew close and at the completion of the first film, Caroline had asked Red if she was willing to stay on for the second film. Although uncertain as to why, she felt that her decision would make up Caroline's mind whether to sign up or not. Since the conversation we had with Red was positive, they both signed up that same day and that bond of friendship grew between them. The day of the accident, they both went over the stunt with the stunt coordinator several times until both knew it by heart. With the word 'action' still ringing in everyone's ears, Caroline performed every action with perfection, right up until the very last stunt. That's when Red knew that Caroline was three paces behind where she was supposed to be at that moment. Regrettably, no one could see that, other than someone in the position that Red was standing. With the final stunt about to go off she could not afford the time to scream at either Caroline or the stunt coordinator, instead opting for what we knew happened next. In covering Caroline and pulling her away from her intended path and fatal end, Red caught the beginning of the last stunt across the top half of her back, before she could force both herself and her charge to the ground and safety. It was plain to see both girls wanted to know more. We still respected Red's need to mentally, place their questions behind her. She answered them as best she could and finally drawing a tight line under us ever asking again. I slept with Red that night, curled up onto a ball and silently crying to herself and allowing me to see that child within her again. Although she knew her sisters understood, to Red this was submission on a deeper level for her. This was showing something that she still felt difficult to both show and, for her sisters to understand. It was well into the night before she came up for air and hugged me tightly to her before the dam burst for the final time. I'm sure the girls heard everything and I freely admit to not being sure if it was their training or respect for Red's privacy and vulnerability that kept them away. \\\\\\\* Samantha went all business suit on us when we got the office. Marlon did the presentation and like Rebecca before her, Samantha took loads of notes, even though she knew she would get a summery afterwards. We set up a conference call with her father and for the next hour went into detail of two of the projects that his company wished us to concentrate on. Between Marlon and I, we set a tentative target time and allowed ourselves a light margin for error. Mitch Harper was no fool and set out financial restrictions if we defaulted on our agreed timescale. Samantha produced a contract from her briefcase and once again I signed my life away thinking that I really did need to get Frankie and myself back on the road again real soon. "That's all for now Jack. Sam, enjoy your holiday and I will see you in a week. Take care, baby girl." "Thank you daddy, see you all in a week." Even as the picture went blank, she was still Samantha the hard nose asking Frankie for a UPS envelope so she could send the contracts onward as soon as she could. The envelope would go with the others, down to security later that day ready for pick-up. She then followed Marlon down to his lab and I never saw either of them for the rest of the day. By the time she appeared at my office, Frankie and I had our coats on and were heading down the corridor. Samantha walked on past her own car and piled into the back of mine, before I realized what she had done. Frankie did her usual and spoke of inconsequential things, sometimes bringing Samantha into the conversation and sometimes it was Samantha that started one. Both girls stripped as they entered the cabin. Red already had a light meal ready for us, so all three of us showered together and joined her as she placed everything on the table. I got to the table via the play room. "Frankie, remove your collar." Instantly she knelt and removed her collar placing it on her lap for now as I put the leather collar on her and snapped it shut. Her hand came up, her own collar in full view; I took it and placed it next to the lamp in the day room. Samantha watched but said nothing. "State to your sisters why you are being punished." "I am to be punished for being foolish and allowing my ability to read people, to seep into our lives. It is wrong to allow this ability to interfere with our lives. I should be punished, to remind me to speak to my sisters rather than seek that information from their heads." I nodded my head. "Good, now tell me who is to punish you?" "My sister shall punish me, it was her, I foolishly used my ability on and in doing so, invaded her thoughts and angered her so I could find answers to questions rather than ask her." This time I turned my attention to Red. "You are to punish this slave as you see fit, until Samantha and I return later this evening. Should you wish to use anything outside of the play room, you have my permission to do so." Frankie felt the leash attach itself to her leather collar a second before she heard Red say "Yes Master." We all watched Frankie shudder in anticipation. We ate our meal at the table, Frankie ate hers on the floor in front of us. Samantha came out of the spare room in a cocktail dress and looked like a million dollars. I came out in a suit and looked like I may have to rethink my wardrobe real soon. That girl looked hot. Opera then dinner was the order of the evening. Samantha got all the looks, I got a glowing companion for the evening, although it was clear she wanted more information on what was going on, back at the cabin. All I did was remind her that we were out for the evening and that was all she needed to think about. She nodded her head, but it was clear to both of us that this was new to her. I explained that we would talk about it on the way home, not now. This time that thousand-watt smile resurfaced and lit up the room once again. I asked to see the chef and thanked him for a great meal. Samantha, not to be outdone leaned over and kissed his sweaty cheek. I have never seen this man blush so much since I started coming here. The journey home was a little tense when I explained what Frankie had done at Reds bedside. Samantha never asked anything after that, just sat hugging my arm as we drove back home. She dozed for a while, the travel and what happened the night before were finally catching up to her. Just as the car pulled up outside the cabin her eyes instantly opened. I held the door open for her and smiled to myself at how she already looked like she wanted to rush into the cabin and see what Red had done to Frankie. We found them; Frankie was in the hot tub while Red sat on the edge with her feet in the tub a glass of something clear in both of their hands. "Fucking doctor told me I can't use the hot tub in case my skin fell off, so I'm making her sit there and suffer instead." All three girls burst out laughing. Frankie got out and I wrapped her in a towel before she once again knelt on the cabin floor. The leather collar came off and I put hers back on her. The four welts across her ass did not escape anyone's notice. I equated them to the four words she would have used when she delivered them. Don't do it again. With the weekend now upon us, all four of us ended up at the lake the next day. Although the duty of placing lotion on all three fell to me, it was a valiant effort on my part to make sure every piece of skin was covered in the stuff, several times. Frankie and Samantha took up positions on the float while Red stayed with me. "If I suddenly start having a hairy back, I need you to tell me so you can book me in to get it lasered, promise me this please." Her comment made me laugh so much, the girls sunbathing out on the float looked up to see if I wanted them to return. We all took Red back to the clinic after our weekend together. Niamh was waiting on our arrival. I kept away from her and the girls seemed to act cold around her as well. With a hug and a goodbye, we left both sisters to talk although even I couldn't see that lasting long. Dr. Kellerman was already getting Red wired into everything. A full spectrum of tests were already being written onto her notes. If everything was favorable then the trips away from the clinic would increase. \\\\\\\* Red was so close to closure now. That chapter in her life was almost over and she had so far survived. The action, being dealt with by Mathew was next, they talked on the phone almost daily and although Red kept me up to date, it was clear all Red wanted was for this all to go away. She most definitely wanted her life back. The second film was due to be released shortly and the studio, in their arrogance had even invited Red to the première. She waited until we got home before she came storming into my den and griped, "I CANNOT believe those bastards!" She tossed the letter she received onto my desk. I scanned over the invitation the studio sent for the premier of the sequel that Red was working on when the accident had happened. "Okay, Red calm down. This will just give Mathew ammunition for his negotiations. We'll call him up and have him take over from here." "When will this thing end? How long has it been since this started? I just want this over with so I can leave that hell-hole once and for all! I'm tired of me, my company and my ... our future, being put on hold, while those assholes dick around." I quipped, "Is this what you're like when you're out of my sight? I may have to send Frankie to you to monitor you better." She crossed her arms and pouted but I could see she was trying hard not to smile. "You're actually pouting? What are you, ten?" "Oh, stop it. Can't I feel sorry for myself for half an hour?" "No, absolutely not. You've got five minutes to get your shit together, then we're going to talk to Mathew. Do me a favor and call your sisters in here." I started dialing the phone as Red got the other two girls. I said when the receptionist answered the phone, "Is Mr. Bowden available? This is ..." The receptionist responded before I could continue, "Of course, Mr. McManus. I'll patch you right through." "Mr. McManus, how are you today?" My initial words faded when all three girls appeared at the door. "Mathew, hold one second. I'm putting you on speaker phone. I have Red, Samantha and Francine here with me. I'm good Mathew. Please call me Jack. Your office knows my voice? I must call back WAY too often." We all laughed and I suppose it was true, between Red and I, we seemed to talk a lot with his firm and gather updates as to time scales and updates of Red's medical status and her needs as they occured. "Anyway, the reason we called is that the studio had sent an invitation to Red, requesting her to attend the premier of that movie. She's quite upset about the whole thing. Can you also give us any news on the progress of the negotiations?" We could hear Mathew blow out a breath, "They are still stalling. They're hoping that they can weaken our position by stalling. They want us to get desperate enough to settle for a lot less than you deserve, Red. I know it's hard, but stick this out a little longer. This mistake they just made will help a lot." Both the girls and I sat and watched Red as she sat and stewed, this wasn't what she wanted to hear. "Okay, please fax us a copy of the letter then release custody of the letter to the local branch of our office. We'll send a formal letter of complaint to their lawyers. We'll let them know that this little stunt will cost them and, also, use this letter as a catalyst to force their hand to close this whole business out." "Thanks Mathew. I'll get that faxed to you in a few minutes and courier the letter over ASAP." I hung up. Sam turned to Red, "Have you thought about what you're going do now?" "Other than getting this thing settled and selling the business, no I haven't." Red looked at me then at Frankie. Frankie smiled and nodded at Red. Red looked down at her folded hands and heaved a big sigh. It was clear she was thinking about it, I think the shudder her body gave before she once again turned to me confirmed ahead of time that it wasn't going to happen. "My Master we rarely discuss money since we have never needed to, but without the sale of either the business or my apartment how much is this slave worth?" I unlocked a drawer to one side of my desk and pulled out a file, flipped a couple of pages and looked at the total. "I have yet to update your account; it's almost a week since I did, so forgive the odd few dollars until I do." My finger traveled along the list of numbers until I found the one I was looking for. "Your worth, without the business and apartment included comes to four point seven million dollars. Like I said, give or take a few dollars." "Holy shit." I had a smile on my face when I looked towards Frankie, her face was a picture, Samantha's wasn't that far behind. "Red was a nightmare at college, her finances were in such a mess that I took them over and handed them to my accountant he in turn had split her personal income in half and Red lives on one half while he deals with the other as well as her business account. With investments, the selling of her last company and the profits from this one she has over the last eighteen years only spent a very small percentage of her personal wealth. Add to that she spends nothing when she's here which is as often as she can, means her balance simply keeps growing." It wasn't difficult to see what all three were thinking. A naked slave doesn't need a clothes allowance and when I did insist on things like fitness clothes, I ended up handing one of them my plastic anyway. It also led Frankie to insist on me doing the same with her wages, I simply shrugged my shoulders and pulled another file out of the same drawer, pulled a sheet out of a file and told her to sign on the bottom. Samantha watched and smiled as Frankie sailed across the room and signed at the bottom of the page without even reading the small print. \\\\\\\* I also found out that Red was keeping secrets. She was going out from the clinic from time to time on her own. At first, I was going to raise this with her, until I figured out what she was up to and quickly moved away from confrontation so she could surprise us all. The next time Frankie and I came to pick her up for a long weekend, she directed us towards another part of town finally parking us at the front of a building. Frankie was still confused until she noticed the sign above the door. 'Connell's Fitness and Gym'. She took a picture with her phone and forwarded it to Samantha. Samantha called Red directly and screamed congratulation over the phone. Both girls wanted membership immediately, if not sooner. Red explained that her membership was already on its way to her as she stuck her hand into her pocket and pulled out Frankie's. We got the tour of the gym and fitness studio and were introduced to Anthony. My first thought, as I looked at him was 'steroids' and then I recognized the name. Anthony (don't call me Tony) was one of Reds employees back in Hollywood. He obviously didn't wish to be part of any new company when Red sold it and her apartment. Anthony was built as if he needed to twist sideways before going through a door. It was also wise never to assume anything about him. He was Reds right hand, back in Hollywood and a list of qualifications longer than his arm, meant that you assumed at your peril. He and five others would work the gym. Reds expertise was the fitness classes. It seems Doc Kellerman still wanted Red to take it easy for another month, so the gym would open on Monday and then the fitness studio would start taking names for classes. The good doctor told me that Red was back in training with a vengeance, apart from a couple of post examinations booked in at three and six months there was little if anything left to do. The grafts had taken and held becoming living tissue once again and although he had suggested some cosmetic surgery, Red had flatly refused. To her, the scars were from a time in her life that was now the past. Although she chose not to return to it, she was plainly reluctant to erase all reminders of it. Her sight was now set on the fitness center business. Mathew Bowden and his people were left to talk to the studio. At the moment, it all looked like it was finally coming together. Then the opening of the fitness classes happened. Both the girls had gone to the opening. I had stayed at the office to catch up on some work. My phone rang and a terrified Frankie screamed into the phone that she needed help. I heard Red in the background screaming and cursing up a storm. I made it to the studio in half the time it was supposed to take and I was just grateful the police in our town were busy somewhere else. Anthony stood to one side of the door and I almost ran through it. Red was beyond help, poor Frankie held her down but only just, and that was with the aid of one of the other fitness instructors, who looked as terrified as Frankie did. I tossed my phone to Frankie, grabbed Red and held her screaming form in my arms as I told Frankie to get Doctor Kellerman. Between her screams, her punches and kicking, all I could do was hold her. Her own years of submissive training counted for nothing as I held her tight to me and waited for the good Doctor. He looked just as shocked by Reds appearance as everyone else that evening. He immediately sedated her and between us, got her back to the clinic. The nurse strapped her to the bed. My first thought was to object, the bruises over my face and body meant I would have been stupid to do so. It took close to an hour to get the story out of Frankie. With Doctor Kellerman's help, we slowly coaxed it out of her. They had got to the fitness center early, even though all the groundwork was completed. They drank water to hydrate and twenty-five students came in. Red was twenty minutes into her fitness program when she spotted something and screamed at the woman in the front row. The woman ran out, but the damage had already been done. Red dismissed the class and left, by the time Frankie had her stuff together, her downward spiral continued. She kept pacing the room wouldn't settle or talk to Frankie. Her own agitation grew and there was nothing either Frankie or Anthony could do. She called me, but Reds anger was slowly getting out of control. Red was lashing out at anything, causing both Frankie and Reds assistant to hold her down and hope she calmed down. Frankie once again burst into tears as she came to the end of that evening's tragic story. "Frankie, Frankie listen to me. Think long and hard, who was the woman that Red screamed at?" It took all of her own will power to stop her body from shaking with fear. Her mind reached back amongst those memories. "She called her Karen, the last name sounded like Winston but she was already screaming and swearing at the woman by then, so I may be wrong. Doc Kellerman held onto Frankie's hand. She instantly pulled it away. Her eyes bored deep into him. "I belong to one man. You are my doctor, I understand that, but my master owns me not you." The doc and I looked at each other, although he was a little confused by her sudden change, I knew that the memories of Charles Winston and the seminar in Atlanta were still around to haunt her. This time we tried something different. It was clear he had a reason for touching Frankie. I held one hand and the doctor then held her other hand. Frankie instantly relaxed. "Francine please think hard, was it Winston or Wilson?" This time Frankie looked at me for direction, I held her hand tighter and nodded my head. Frankie closed her eyes and by her eye movement I could tell she was re-enacting the whole evening. Suddenly her eyes opened and she once again looked towards the doctor. "Wilson. It was definitely Wilson." Doctor Kellerman thanked her and let go of her hand, tilting his head towards the door as he got up. I made Frankie more comfortable on the couch in his office and went to find him. Joseph Kellerman was standing by the coffee machine. He handed me mine and sat across from me when the machine gave his out. "I hope this is nothing more than a blip in her recovery Jack. I understand you need to do something, so I will help you there without breaking any confidentiality. For weeks now, the clinic has been screening all of Reds calls at her request. She gave us two names that were never to be given access to her, one was Caroline Atkins, the other was Karen Wilson. Caroline and Karen are, one and the same person." The urge to kill doesn't come often to me. Right at this moment I would have easily placed my hands around that woman's throat and squeezed. People like Mathew Bowden aren't very emotional; it was partly why I was happy to have him on my side. When I told him what had happened and asked if Caroline was still contracted to the studio, I actually heard him swear. He then told me he would be on the next available flight. At ten the next morning, Mathew and two of his assistants came into Joseph Kellerman's office. He took statements from Frankie, Anthony and the other fitness instructor that helped hold Red down. They found three other women from that class willing to testify over what had happened and who the woman in the front row was. Joseph had to refuse Mathew access to Red as she was still heavily sedated. "That event was last night. The sedation should have worn off by now. Why is Ms. O'Connell still being sedated?" Joseph felt his abilities as Reds doctor were being questioned. He stood to face Mathew, it was then I interceded. "Mathew, we tried to bring her out of it earlier. No sooner had she woke, than she screamed in pain. She was so strong and so driven she broke one of the restraints holding her to the bed. Joseph had no choice but to sedate her again." For such a proud and broad man he seemed to deflate to the point he had to sit down, shaking his head as he did so. It seems Mathew was human after all. "My God, what have these people done to this woman?" "It's why she left Hollywood so quickly and why she heaped everything onto you. She trusted you to keep them at bay Mathew, the more times she spoke to you she believed in her mind that her past would finally remain just that. I'm sure that Caroline Atkins had no intention of turning Red into a basket case last night. But as the book says 'the road to hell is paved with good intentions'." Mathew's mind seemed to be elsewhere and I paused. It took him a moment before he once again looked at me. "When Red comes out of this I'll call you and get you or one of your assistants back here, but to be honest Mathew, none of us know when that's going to be." Once he had composed himself, he stood and held out his hand towards Joseph Kellerman. They shook and he thanked him for his assistance and apologized for any distress he felt he had caused him. An hour later Frankie returned to Doctor Kellerman's office, placing the leather collar into my hands. Joseph went white and then shook his head. "That's not going to work Jack." I smiled before replying. "Red is drifting Joseph and I'm not about to let her continue to do so. Find us a room where she can't hurt herself and lock us both in there." "And if she beats you to a bloody pulp?" "Then with my last 'gasp' effort, I'll write 'ooops' with my last drops of blood." Joseph Kellerman laughed, his laughter stopped when Samantha was shown into his office by Frankie, who ignored the look I gave both of them. "Please tell me you're here to talk some sense into him." "Doc I think you and I have been out maneuvered by these two." I don't often get to see Joseph at a loss for words, when it dawned on him what I had just said. The silence was very quickly replaced, by him telling the girls it would be a cold day in hell, that what they wanted was what they were getting. Frankie said nothing, just smiled and took a pace back toward the door, and opened it. Mathew Bowden stepped back into the office. I figured now was about the time I had best defuse the situation. "Doc, I've been around sub-missives since I was eighteen and if there is one logic that defies everything, even the laws of physics, is that when they talked about an unstoppable force hitting an immovable object they clearly never considered a slave on a mission. Samantha, recite your vow that you gave to your sisters." Samantha paused for a moment as her mind went back to the many conversations they all had together, smiled and then said, "This is my gift to all of you. Should any of you ring me I will answer, regardless of what I'm doing, should you need me I will be but a plane ride away." "What did Frankie say when she phoned you?" "That my sister is in trouble and that it will take us all to help her. She also said that one of us could get hurt in doing so." "Yet you still came to help your sister, knowing one of us will be hurt. Even if it's you she hurts." This time Samantha shrugged her shoulders. "Should my sister harm me then you will be there to protect me, I will not see that hurt since it's not my sister harming me but the demons inside her head. Please Master, my sister is in pain. It is up to us, to stand with her and for her to know she is not alone in her fight." Joseph continued to shake his head as he listened to what was being said. Mathew again sat down, only this time he sat and watched. Once again Doctor Kellerman thought about what had been said before he shook his head in the negative. "I can't allow this Jack. You know Reds history, we both know she's stronger than she looks and the self defense classes she took, hell she even became an instructor in those same courses eventually. That woman could take each of you apart before I could get the door unlocked." Everyone was silent, deep in his or her own thoughts. Joseph Kellerman had a patient and a career to look after. I had three girls that placed in my hands, their own welfare. I was wondering if we now had our own unstoppable force, verses immovable object moment, but of course, there was Frankie. "Mr. Bowden. You sit and say nothing. It's now you have to say what is clearly on your mind." Mathew Bowden looked at Frankie, we all looked at Mathew. After a pause, he then looked towards Joseph and as he spoke, we all realized that once again he was human after all. "I've read every witness statement of what happened that night and going on what the good Doctor has told me, what I understand he isn't willing to tell me, Ms O'Connell is suffering from post traumatic stress disorder." For a few moments Mathew said nothing, we watched him fidget in his chair making himself more comfortable. For a moment I expected him to reel off statistics, instead he clasped his hands together and spoke very eloquently about how to this day many people believe that stress disorder would only afflict combat troops. Over the last few months, he had gotten to know Red through their conversations on the phone. She told him of her growing dislike of Hollywood and the decision they had made that she would sell the business as well as her apartment and move back home. How this film was to be the final farewell and close that chapter in her life. Yet the accident at the studio was now an anchor, holding her to a place she no longer wanted anything to do with. To Red, it seemed that every time she tried to move on, something pulled her back. To hold her in a place she no longer wished to be. The invitation to the premiere was one such reminder, just as she knows deep down in her soul; the film was going to be a huge success. Partly because it really was a good film, but also because it's the film where 'that woman' saved Caroline Atkins life, that the severing of her past was becoming more difficult at every turn. At the moment Red carried the pain and constant reminders of that past on her back while Quantum Studio's did nothing more than reap the profits. Last night was a classic example. She now has her own business. The gym is growing in membership by the day and the list of names down for fitness classes far exceeded those of the projected forecasts. She knew some came to stare, but those would soon leave and the hard core of people who wanted to be there would make the place a success. The first day she was there, in her capacity of fitness instructor, and guess, who stood center stage? Caroline Atkins aka Karen Wilson. The evening that was to be Reds start to a new life and there was her past, standing slap-bang in the middle of the front row. Mathew looked up from his hands and saw us all transfixed at his words. "That anchor holding her to a place she now loathes with a vengeance and the woman she believes betrayed her trust and friendship while she was still in the hospital was standing there. Her mind had nowhere to go; the fitness room was her place, her comfort blanket if you wish and her past stood in the middle of the front row, poisoning her own space for her." For such an agonizingly long time, no one said a word. It was clear Mathew spoke the truth, as he knew it. After all, Red did speak to him almost daily. However, Joseph held the final decision here and going by the look of great sadness that he tried and failed to hide, we knew he would do as we asked. It still took us two hours to find what we needed. Mathew wanted to go get it, I thought it best to send Frankie and even that, took another two hours. Joseph needed to keep Red sedated and knew that if we didn't act quickly, then he would have to keep her sedated for longer. We were all reluctant to allow that. That poor girl had enough drugs washing around in her body; she did not need anymore if we could avoid it. \\\\\\\* I had to warn both girls that Joseph needed to turn the cameras on. My main concern was Samantha and my promise to her, she didn't even flinch. Mathew carried Red into the room and left. Joseph waited until we undressed and took all of our clothes away. The sound as I placed the leather collar around Reds neck and clicked it shut had a certain finality about it. Frankie knelt by her head, we all knew that her gift was needed now more than ever and I gave her permission to use it. Samantha knelt at her feet, Red would no doubt see her first, I simply sat on my ass and wished for a time machine that would take me to a time where I could refuse Red permission to do that last film. We just sat and watched this woman who was clearly fighting her own battles in her head. If nothing else, each and every one of us both in here and outside watching the screens wasn't going to give Red up without a full on fight. She gave a slow moan and slowly turned onto her side, and then with speed that I had seen only rarely from her, she was on her feet and pulling at the door. None of us moved. Red stopped pulling at the door and started to pace either side of the door. She slowly increased the length of her pacing until she paced from corner to corner. The girls just sat and watched the space that Red had just vacated, I watched Red. She paused in her pacing and pulled at her collar, she even turned it around and tried the catch only to find a small padlock preventing her from opening it. "Get this fucking thing off me. I'm not one of your sheep, anymore." "Die first." I noticed the look of shock from both the girls in my peripheral vision. "What?" "I said you have to die first and then I will take it off. Or, are your promises worth nothing? You promised that you were mine until you die, so die first and fulfill your promise." "Promises are worthless words that people use, to get what they want. I got what I wanted from a pencil dick like you and now, I'm moving on. TAKE THIS FUCKING THING OFF ME." It was time to change positions, so I stood and sat the other side of the room passing Red as I did. She watched me, even took a pace to the side so I didn't come close to her. "Tell me something, once I take that off of you, who owns you?" "No one. I will finally be free. Do you know what that word means, pencil dick? Let me help you, free to do what I want, when I want. To be beholden to no one and have a voice." "But you have a voice; you have always had a voice." The color around Reds neck started to change, her hands grasped and then released. "You gave me nothing. Every time I came to you and asked for my freedom, you heaped more pressure on me to stay. Well, you have two new bitches so you no longer need me. Let me go." "Yes, I see your point. Tell me something. That thing you want me to remove from around your neck, what is it?" For the first time Red looked confused, as if I had just asked the most stupid of all questions. Her eyes narrowed slightly looking for a trap. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize it was that hard of a question." This time I pointed to Samantha and urged her to stand. Her actions were slow and calculated, not to spook Red in any way. "Let's try an even easier question for you. Who is that person standing there, name her for me, and I will remove the thing around your neck." Again Red looked confused. She looked at Samantha really closely and after a moment took another step back, keeping Samantha and I in her field of vision. It was also time to move again, so I stood and moved to another part of the room and sat back down. "I'm sorry I got bored of waiting for an answer to my question. Which reminds me," This time I gestured to Frankie to stand, she followed Samantha's example and stood slowly, with Red watching her every movement. "Shall we try for three out of three? Name the person who just stood up." She seemed to look longer at Samantha, her eyes narrowed slightly as though something about her sister struck a cord deep in the recesses of her mind. Soon she shook her head as though frustrated that some answer to a question would not yield itself to her. Her anger once again took control. "This is sick, you're all sick. JUST TAKE THIS FUCKING CHAIN OFF MY NECK." Frankie's face remained a mask. Samantha looked at Red and smiled. I was just grateful she didn't notice. I stood again and Red looked directly at me. Frankie took the opportunity to quickly shake her head at Samantha. I was just relieved that she understood and her face quickly became a mask, as I passed in front of her heading for another part of the room. "Tell me something, is your word any good. I mean, if you lost a bet would you hold up your end of the bet even if you lost?" Anger flashed across her face and her hands once again clenched and un-clenched. "My word's worth a lot more than yours is any day pencil dick." "I'm pleased to hear it. So, do you want to accept a bet? It's not difficult. All you have to do is stand against that wall and do nothing. Accept that bet and I will take that thing off of you. BUT, if you lose, I get to ask you one question and you answer it honestly." Her eyes zeroed in on me for a moment, trying to figure out my angle. After a while, she slowly paced backwards until her back was against the wall. I turned and walked between both girls and in a whisper said one word as I passed between them and took up my position against the far wall, folding my arms as I rested against it. Frankie walked towards Samantha and she in turn met her half way. There embrace was as gentle and as loving as I have always seen between them. Frankie raised her head, Samantha lowered hers and they kissed. Gently at first, a moan emanated from somewhere deep inside Frankie which only seemed to spur Samantha onwards. Red was transfixed. Her mouth was open as she stared at both girls, in the middle of the room clearly enjoying a kiss. Although she noticed me walk towards her, her attention was still on both girls in the middle of the room. Even when I stood directly in front of her to remove the collar she moved slightly so she could still see what the girl were doing. I'm almost sure she didn't hear the click of the now released padlock on the collar, but the girls did and instantly stopped and took a step apart as I walked between them once again and thanked them. "See you won your bet and got your wish." Red seemed not to hear me, her hand came away from her side and she took a half step towards the girls before she stopped and lowered her hand once again. I moved to another wall. Frankie gave me a quick nod of the head as I did, we all saw Red in there, she was just below the surface. "Figured it out yet?" It took a moment for Red to take her eyes off the girls and look towards me. Both the girls could see just as I could, we all knew Reds body just as she knew ours, we could tell that she was getting aroused. Her mind may be trapped but her body gave her away. "That your two bitches have the 'hots' for each other you mean? Isn't that expected with a pencil dick like you around?" Samantha's face was a give away and Frankie moved across her to give her a moment to calm and mask her emotions once again. I moved from the wall to once again keep Red looking at me and not let her get under Samantha's skin. Red watched until I sat with my back against the door, Samantha mouthed the words 'sorry' and her mask came back to her. "Are you going to open the door now? I won my bet." "The winning of your bet, is by your feet. You stood against the wall and I undid the thing you can't seem to remember the name of." It was only when she looked down and saw the collar by her feet that her hand came up and checked her neck. She frowned and she fought so hard to remember me taking it off of her. "But... I mean how... What the fuck are you doing to me pencil dick? You're creeping me out." Although the anger in her eyes was clear to see from all three of us, her state of arousal was still clear to see by everyone, but her. "Ok, answer me this without wrapping everything in riddles like you've been doing. What's it going to take to get that door open and me out of this shit hole?" I smiled and that pissed her off even more. "Well..." I said and stopped just as quickly. Once again I stood and walked across the room passing between the girls as I did so and whispered one word as I did, then sat against the far wall watched the door for a moment before looking towards Red. "I suppose that would be another bet, I know you're good at them since you won the last one." Her anger got to me faster that her words did. "You and your fucking bets, what is it with you? You spend ten years fucking with my life and now I have to pay to get out of this shit hole. Well I've had enough. Just tell me what I have to do and LET ME GO." I thought it may take longer, my heart wanted to believe that Red was in there fighting along with the girls and I. She kept slipping up; the chain around her neck was Hollywood holding her back, the fact that she couldn't name both girls showed me her damaged mind looked on each of them as Caroline Atkins and Karen Wilson. Those last words that left her lips, gave away her biggest clue. I had known Red for nearly twenty years, and she had been in Hollywood for the last ten of those. Now was perhaps the point of no return. I knew Red better than anyone, even with her mind in such turmoil, I had to hope and pray that I knew her well enough to know what she would do next. We needed to distract Red and we needed to do it now. Frankie walked towards one side of the door and Samantha followed and stood the other side. I took that distraction of Red watching them, to look at one of the cameras and nodded my head as I stood. Red pushed herself tighter to the wall and turned her gaze back to me, she didn't hear the click of the door because I was already walking towards her. A woman's voice pierced the silence in the room. "I'm so sorry Red; please find it in your heart to forgive me." Red's head turned towards the door, a naked Caroline Atkins stood between both the girls. I paused and that was damn near fatal. When we had tracked Caroline down to one of the motels outside town, it was plain to see she was in almost as bad a state as Red was. Once Frankie had gotten her back to the clinic, it took all my persuasive skills to keep Mathew from doing her bodily harm. I took her to a quiet room and told her all I knew and a great deal of what I suspected. Red had asked if she could take a female lover to tide her over the last year of Hollywood. I agreed and my only condition was that I never knew her name. Looking at Caroline as we talked, I did know now. She agreed to help us and even though I told her we would all be naked, she had agreed that she would enter the room in a swim suit. Somewhere along the line, she had lost even that. The second it took for me to realize she was naked was the second Red took to launch herself across the room and try to attack Caroline. Our paths met in the middle of the room and I pinned her to the floor, both the girls knelt and for some reason Caroline followed suit. "You fucking back-stabbing bitch. You're a Judas, you hear me Caroline, YOU'RE A FUCKING JUDAS." "Yes. I could lie, but there seems little point, the pressure the studio and my management team placed me under to do that interview was enormous. It wasn't until I had done it, I realized the extent of the damage I had done. I see them like you do now. I just hope I didn't loose my best friend, before I finally saw them for what they are." Red still pulled and twisted, but the venom had gone from her as she listened to Caroline. I needed to gamble now and nodded to Frankie. She quickly stood and disappeared outside, coming back with a small bag. Although Caroline stayed where she was, Samantha joined Frankie by Red. Caroline was still talking and although I heard a word or two, I needed to concentrate on my girls and not the tentative peace that was growing between them. Frankie pulled two bottles of massage oil from the bag and tossed one to Samantha; both girls must have poured a good third of a bottle over Red's body and had already started to massage it into her before she realized what her sisters were doing. The first moan that escaped her gave her away, when I looked back, Samantha had half her hand buried into Reds, pussy. The wriggling stopped, well the wriggling against me holding her down had stopped, her hips had already started to rise to allow Samantha better access, it was then I knew I had my Red back. The therapy was still going to happen, but the girls had brought our Red back. I released Red and stood. She slowly opened her eyes and smiled that cute smile of hers. The flush of her cheeks grew and she held out a hand toward me, causing me to kneel by her side. Frankie moved closer and her oiled hands surrounded one of Reds breasts, the moan was longer this time. Her hand went behind my neck and pulled me closer and we kissed, the kiss would have been longer but her hips arched and another moan passed between us. Samantha must been doing a great job back there. "I should have talked to you about all this, I'm sorry. Please help me get my life back, please hold me as often as you can and forgive the insults this slave gave you. I love you so much and each insult hurt me so, yet I couldn't stop, my pain wouldn't let me." Even as those words came to me, I had to pull air into my lungs to hold my own emotions in check. I smiled and we kissed once more, before I stood to fully see the sight in front of me. Red's legs were wide, Samantha was between them. The fingers of her hand now finding her sisters pleasure spot. Frankie was both kneading and pulling hard on her sisters nipples, forcing both pleasure and massage oils into them. Red had closed her eyes once again, her hips trembled and her orgasm was fast approaching. It was time for me to leave. I knelt by Caroline. "What you did took courage; you have a choice, join them or leave with me." As she looked at me, her eyes gave her away and I smiled. I'm sure none of the girls noticed I was gone. I joined Mathew and Joseph next door. "Pencil dick huh, I may have to check my notes regarding your last physical and see if I need glasses." I blushed. "I need you to turn the cameras off now Joseph. Red won't do any harm now and I think they could all do with some privacy. She will still need help and I'll accept your recommendations on that, but Red is back. Now, it's a case of keeping her here." This time I looked towards Mathew. "I believe all this comes under client confidentiality. Red is mine, Mathew. Don't get attached to her, she is your client. Do the best for her and go after the studio and Red will thank you, when you can finally sever the last links she has with Hollywood. I like you Mathew, but you're becoming too attached to my slave and I won't allow you to interfere on a personal level. Do I make myself clear?" Joseph looked towards Mathew. It looked for a moment, as if he was going to protest, instead he nodded his head. "One more thing Mathew, you will assign one of your assistants to Red. If asked, you will tell people that your attention is on dealing with the studio and your assistant will deal with any communication with Red. The daily conversations with you will cease, if you don't stop them, I will order my slave to stop them. She is mine, Mathew and has been since college. If you want to take her away, then go into that room now and take her." Mathew looked at the screen in front of Joseph. The conversation happened so fast and his own attention held that the good doctor hadn't got around to switching the camera off yet. The heap of arms and legs as all four women were attached to parts of each other looked like a human form of a 3D jigsaw puzzle. Joseph noticed and switched the camera off, the screen wet dark and he returned his attention to Mathew. For a moment, Mathew continued to stare at the screen. We both watched him nod his head once again. He shook Joseph's hand then stood in front of me. "You're right and I'm sorry. If I could take her from you and I doubt that very much, where could I take her? I live in the one place she's spending so much time trying to run away from. I will assign one of my people to Red. The studio will be releasing the film in two days and my team is almost ready to put our case to the studio. She is going to be a very rich woman when we are done with them." For some reason Joseph switched the camera back on. Red was in the process of pulling Samantha's legs apart and sliding her own body between them as she set about pussy fucking Samantha. Joseph once again switched the camera off. The good doctor's voice pushed Mathew and I apart and nailed Mathew forever out of Reds life. "Judging by that, I'd say she already is the richest woman on this planet wouldn't you? What you will give her is monitory compensation for placing her own life in the spotlight, a place she never wanted to be. The studio wants to keep her in the spotlight for the mileage they can get from her to bolster the films success. Fight them Mathew. Bind them to a legal contract that they can't get out of and give her back her anonymity." \\\\\\\* We were sitting in Joseph's office when all four clothed woman came in, the cold pizza boxes sat on the table in the corner. Frankie set about re-heating them. I have never seen grown women devour pizza like they were starved animals. The burps and snickers as they looked and laughed at each other simply made Joseph and I shake our heads. "Caroline, I went back to the hotel and checked you out. Your clothes are in the trunk of my car. You're staying as our guest tonight and I assume you have to be at the opening of the film the day after." "Thank you. Yes, I'm contracted to be there so I have to attend." Her cheeks flushed. It was clear she thought Red would react to her statement. Red just smiled and placed her hand over Caroline's in acknowledgement that she had no choice. "That's settled then, Red you're coming back with us but you know you're back here as soon as Joseph can get you a therapist?" The pause was longer this time, I think she picked up on my mood. "Yes, Master." Caroline quickly turned to Red, her mouth open. "Red, come here please." The tears had already started their journey down her cheeks. She stood and slowly walked toward my chair coming to a stop two feet from me. Her eyes locked to my chest. She knew, it was reinforced in her mind and didn't resist when I grabbed the back of her neck and pushed her over Joseph's desk. Holding her in that position I pulled down her tracksuit bottoms and slapped her ass ten times, so hard my hand hurt. Poor Joseph was stunned by what was happening across his desk. We hadn't talked about it and I had intended to fix this when we got back to the cabin, but Red knew and I had no choice. Still holding her I turned to the other three. "Frankie, take your sister and our guest home. We will follow shortly." My command was met with silence, Frankie simply knelt. Samantha followed her lead, still unsure why. Caroline went to say something, but was met by Joseph pulling at her arm and telling her that we needed a moment. No sooner had the door closed than I pulled my pants down and buried my cock into Red pussy. She was still wet from their time in the room so once my cock was lubricated enough I pulled out and pushed it into her ass. She went to cry out and I slapped her ass once again, instantly she bit down on her lip and lay there as I pounded into her. She clenched her ass once, her body giving her away, that was also met by me slapping her ass even harder this time. She grunted and winced but remained motionless across the table until I had finished. As my cock slid out of her, I pulled her off Joseph's desk and left her on the floor, silently crying to herself. "Tell them. Tell them now." End of Chapter eight.
Don't Look Back Ch. 16	8,000	4.61	965,173	[ "m/m erotica", "m/m romance", "taboo", "marshall and lee", "father/son", "incest", "contemporary", "rural" ]	The dreams were variations on a theme. He was just a kid, under her control once more, and she'd left him alone—again. Locked him in a closet, one of many she used to contain him. She always claimed it was for his own good. Told him she just wanted to keep him safe. Even at the age of eight, Marshall didn't believe her. But he was helpless to do anything about it. Everywhere they went, this became the norm of their lives. Running from place to place, never staying more than a few months in any one location. A different town, a different man. Each place had one thing in common with the one before—the closet where she'd lock Marshall when she left. Trouble was, she sometimes stayed away for days at a time. Like she'd forgotten he existed. "Where's Dad? When are we going home to Dad?" "Soon," she kept promising him, but soon never came. He asked her once too often and she finally exploded, screaming, "Never!" By the time he was thirteen, he understood she was playing an adult version of Hide and Seek. Keep Marshall away from Lee. He just didn't understand why, and she wouldn't tell him. The darkness of the closets was the worst part, even beyond being hungry or thirsty, or being forced to piss in a corner. That he could handle, but the rest... In his dreams, the darkness reached out for him with hungry clawed hands, awful creatures that wanted to hurt him, keep him away from the father who loved him. Marshall's eyes snapped open, but the darkness persisted, and he knew he was still inside the dream, and he began to scream... A light clicked on. Strong arms enveloped him, held him close. A soft voice murmured in low soothing tones. Gentle hands stroked down his back, stopped his trembling. "Shhh, shhh, I'm here, I'm here." Marshall's heart raced and his breathing was ragged, but he was becoming aware of himself and the world around him once more. He wasn't in any closet; he was safe, with Lee, in their bed. It had been nothing but a bad dream, as usual. He took deeper breaths, calming down, embarrassed at letting a dream get to him like that. He felt like a baby for overreacting. Not that Lee would ever make him feel that way. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, burying his face in Lee's chest, rubbing his cheek against the familiar softness of Lee's chest hair. Marshall hated nights like this. Lee tilted Marshall's head back so their eyes met. "Don't be sorry, it's not your fault, not at all." Marshall knew where the blame lay, but that name was never spoken between them. Ever. "I was dreaming about... and then I woke up, and it was still dark, and I... I guess I panicked." He took a long shuddering breath. "Light in the hall must have gone out. I'll take care of it." Marshall clutched at Lee tightly, as if afraid he meant right that minute. "No, don't leave me," he murmured, his voice riddled with anxiety. Five years. Five long years they'd been separated. His mother had turned up unexpectedly when he was eight years old, after being gone for months, and snatched Marshall away. She must have been watching them, waiting for just the right moment. Marshall barely remembered the house he grew up in. He didn't find out until later it was somewhere in rural Georgia. Marshall had been playing out in the yard one day when a strange man grabbed him and shoved him into the backseat of a car, with his mother. That's when the nightmare began. She didn't dare put him into school. Never let him talk to anyone. Wouldn't give him any books, although occasionally he found one. He'd sneak it into his room when she wasn't looking, and devour it as quickly as he could. The men she lived off of treated him like another piece of furniture and never questioned anything his mother did. But they paid the bills, put up with her ways, and told her she was pretty. He heard her tell one of them her kid's father was dead. Marshall didn't believe that, even if those assholes seemed to. His dad wasn't dead. He knew it. As Marshall grew older, he became more and more determined to escape his captivity and find his way back to his father. He had no real idea where his father was, or how to get to him, but he wasn't going to let that stop him. He was just watching for the right opportunity. He was thirteen, and not the naïve little boy he'd once been. Then one night, when he least expected it, a miracle happened. They were living in Fargo. It was always bitter cold there, and Marshall hated the cold with his whole soul. That night, his mother yelled at him to take the trash can to the curb for the next day. He dragged the can through the foot of fresh snow that had accumulated during the day. Despite the cold, he stood a moment, watching his breath steam into the crisp night air. At that moment, a strange sedan pulled up. The back door opened, and Marshall saw the face of the man he loved most in the world. "Jump in. Quick!" Marshall hadn't thought twice about it. He leapt into the car and the driver peeled out like he was trying to set a record at the Indianapolis 500. And Marshall had never looked back. "Want to talk about it?" Lee offered, but Marshall shook his head. "Just hold me, please." Strong arms held him close, and Marshall knew he was safe, and loved. Lee's lips brushed the top of his head. "Go back to sleep." Marshall nestled against him, until sleep claimed him once again.
Mature gets her Toes Sucked	25,514	4.59	1,618,192	[ "feet", "foot", "toes", "sucking", "fetish", "masturbation", "cum", "mature", "ejaculation" ]	Prologue: The following is an edited version of a narrative previously published with the same title. It's the first of a number of stories I'll be editing and reposting over time. And although the editing might not be perfect, it will be an improvement over the original. As always, comments are welcome as long as they are constructive. Thank you. \--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As I do religiously every other Thursday, I was at my friend Lois's place to get my nails done. Manicure and pedicure. And yes it's the same Lois who I recently shared my husband Walter with. Much to their pleasure...as well as mine. Lois runs her manicure business out of her apartment. While it's not technically permissible to do so, it allows her to keep the money she normally have to pay as a "rental fee" if she worked out of a salon or spa as most "independent" manicurists do. Plus it gives her more flexibility as far as scheduling. Once my nails were done, and with me being her last customer of the day, we were relaxing in the living room having some wine when the doorbell rang. When Lois answered it, it was her long time friend Bob, who she's known for years. And while Lois claims they've never had anything but a platonic relationship, I've always suspected otherwise, but never questioned her about it. Bob is the same age as Lois and I. He's a good looking man at about six feet tall at around 190 pounds. Salt & pepper hair with an all white well groomed mustache. He's a widower and never remarried after his wife passed away some years ago. After Lois gave Bob a beer, he sat in the living room with us to join in on our conversation. As we chatted, I began to notice Bob staring at my feet, which were bare. I usually walk around bare-foot after Lois does my pedicure to allow the polish time to thoroughly dry and harden before putting any footwear back on. At first I thought it was just a casual thing, but he was staring pretty intently and it didn't take long for Lois to notice it too. Finally Lois said something..."She has pretty feet, doesn't she Bob?" While it caught him by surprise..."Yes, she does. So much so, I couldn't help but stare at them. Sorry about that, Lacey." "No reason to apologize, Bob. I'm flattered you think so. Thank you." "Your husband is a lucky man to have a lovely wife with such pretty feet. I envy him." Lois then asked..."Do you envy him because of how lovely she is or because of her pretty feet?" "Both, but especially Lacey's pretty feet. Not something you see everyday, being such exceptionally pretty feet. Especially with a mature woman." Then as he addressed me... "Love your delicate 'staircase' toes Lacey, and how slender your feet are, and they look especially lovely with the just done pedicure and sexy pink nail polish. My compliments to you...and your lucky husband." At that point I was hoping the subject would change since I was embarrassed about the attention my feet were getting. But it didn't. For whatever reason, maybe it was the wine, Lois asked if Walter gets as sexually aroused about my pretty feet as Bob obviously seemed to be. Bob was embarrassed by the remark, but didn't say anything, or deny he was aroused. As for me, at first I wasn't sure how to respond before deciding to be honest..."Very much so. Nothing he likes better than for me to walk around the house bare-foot. Or if I want to give him a thrill, I'll ask him to massage my feet. Which he loves to do, and does very seductively." "That's it?"...asked Lois. "The only thrill he gets is from massaging your feet?" "No, but I don't want to bore you." "Are you kidding? I don't know about Bob, but I wouldn't be bored. I loved to hear more." Must have been the wine because I decided to be frank and shared the fact when we have sex Walter often sucks my toes as part of foreplay. Something I enjoy as much as he does since it's one of my unusual erogenous zones. My armpits being another. I also shared that quite often he'll masturbate when sucking my toes. And when he does, he shoots his load on them, after which he loves to lick them clean. "I could go on."...I said. "But maybe I shared more than I should have already." "Please don't stop."...Bob said. "I'm fascinated, and I'm sure Lois is too. You're amongst friends and mature adults so we won't be offended or think any less of you and Walter. Besides, I can assure you what Walter does with your pretty feet is something I can only dream about." "Are you sure?" "Very sure." "If you insist. Quite often I masturbate Walter's cock with my feet. Something that's not easy to do because of how tiring it can be since it's nowhere as easy as using your hand. And while it can be difficult to get in a comfortable position, I've occasionally sucked Walter's cock while he sucks my toes. Something he loves and usually causes him to cum like a fountain when I do." After taking a sip of wine..."I guess you could say Walter has a foot fetish, although he doesn't consider it one. Neither do I. It's no different than someone being attracted or turned-on by someone's pretty legs, tits, ass, or whatever." "I have to agree. I have a foot fetish myself obviously, but never considered it a fetish. I'm simply attracted to women's feet and get sexually aroused by them. But only if they're as pretty as yours." At that point I took a big gulp of wine since I noticed Bob was quite aroused as evident by the bulge in his pants. Most likely from a combination of staring at my feet while I shared what Walter does with them. Lois noticed it too and surprised the hell out of me by asking Bob if he would like to suck my toes. To say I was caught off-guard without her asking me would be an understatement. Then it dawned on me, she and I recently shared my husband's cock, and could only figure she didn't think it would be inappropriate to let Bob suck my toes. "Are you serious? I'd love to if Lacey wouldn't mind. I'd like nothing more." Bob's reply was obviously meant for me more than Lois. After giving it some serious thought I raised one foot in the air and told Bob to have at it. I figured what harm would it do, and it wasn't as though I was going to let him fuck me. I would actually enjoy it since other than once before, I couldn't recall anyone other than my husband sucking my toes. While I get many compliments on my feet, no one's ever asked if they could "play" with them. Except the one time, which was during our very first foursome with David and Cindy, and not unexpected since David has a thing for pretty feet like my husband. And it proved to be a neat experience with Walter and David making love to Cindy and my feet respectively together. As soon as I raised my foot, Bob was on his knees in front of me and took my foot in his hand and began licking my toes and soles like there was no tomorrow. First my left foot, then he asked to do the right one. Once I gave him free rein with things, he went back and forth between them both, and it wasn't long before they were glistening with his saliva. At first he just licked them before switching to sucking my toes. Each one individually starting with my little toe and ending with the big toe before taking all my toes of one foot in his mouth at once. Once he was finished with one foot, he repeated the same process with the other one. While he had all the toes of my second foot in his mouth, Lois suddenly got off the sofa and onto her knees next to him..."If you don't mind Bob, I think it's time to give the obvious hard-on you have more room to breathe." With that said, she undid his pants and lowered them along with his briefs down to his knees. Soon as she did, Bob's cock popped out at full attention and it was easy to see why the bulge was so obvious. Like my husband, he was well endowed. His cock was nearly as long as Walter at close to eight inches, but bigger in diameter. Other than Walter's, it was one of the biggest cocks I've ever seen up close and personal. Plus it had a delicious looking circumcised cockhead, and under different circumstances, I would have loved to suck it. I had this incredible urge to reach out and take his cock in my hands just to feel it, but decided against it. If I did, it most likely would have led to other things, like taking it in my mouth. Instead, I asked if he would like me to stroke his cock with my feet. "God yes! I'd like nothing more." I then proceeded to grab his cock with both feet so it was nestled between my arches and began to slowly stroke it back and forth while applying pressure to the area just behind the cockhead. Unfortunately, after a few minutes of masturbating him with my feet my lower legs began to ache due to the awkward position with me on the sofa and Bob kneeling on the floor. Just when I was about to call it quits, Lois noticed I was struggling and thankfully suggested it might be more comfortable for everyone if she masturbated Bob while he returned to sucking my toes. We both agreed so Lois got some hand lotion off a nearby end table and applied a generous amount to his cock. Once she did, she grabbed Bob's cock with both hands and slowly began to masturbate him. It was easy to see it wasn't the first time Lois masturbated Bob since she knew exactly how to pleasure him. Hard to describe her technique, but she used both hands like she was pulling on a rope, but never were both stroking his cock at the same time. Kind of a hand over hand motion, and very skillfully done. After about a minute or two of Lois intently stroking Bob's cock as he continued to suck my toes it became obvious from the tone of his groaning he was about to cum. Bob then suddenly stopped sucking my toes and asked if he could ejaculate on them. Based on the situation there was no way I could say no. He was going to have to ejaculate somewhere so it might as well be on my feet. "Be my quest...and I hope it's a good one for you. And there's nothing I'd like to see more than your big cock shooting a cumload on my feet." After I gave him the okay, he immediately stood up before taking his cock in one hand and began stroking it while holding one foot in the other hand. In a matter of seconds the first stream of hot cum shot out and landed on my instep. A second stream quickly followed and landed on my toes. Then a third, fourth, and finally a fifth before he was totally spent. Soon as he finished, my just pedicured foot was all but covered in a generous layer of thick creamy white semen. But the fun didn't stop there as Lois proceeded to grab my cum soaked foot and lick it clean. She even sucked each toe individually to make sure they were entirely clean. It blew me away when she did. And it was easy to see she wasn't doing it because she was concerned about any semen dripping down on the carpet. She wanted Bob's cumload, which she gobbled down greedily. Her doing what she did got me more aroused than I already was from Bob licking and sucking my toes. It's not often one of your best friends licks your feet clean of a cumload just deposited on them. Let alone suck your toes clean, which made my pussy tingle as she did. Definitely a new experience for me, and a very pleasurable one. A bit kinky maybe, but delightful. And as I would find out later, for Lois too. When Lois finished cleaning my foot, she kissed Bob's cockhead before taking it in her mouth and sucked it until he was fully drained. She then very casually pulled his brief and trousers back up and on before they both sat on the sofa next to each other. Once they were, Lois looked at Bob before saying..."Obviously I have some explaining to do to Lacey..."
Beekeepers	31,045	4.84	2,175,745	[ "romance", "older woman", "younger man", "veteran", "sensual" ]	May 5th, 2019 “You left active duty a year ago. Any idea what you’re gonna do with the money?” his father asked. “I had a lot of time to think about that, Dad,” his son replied. “Yes, you did,” his dad quietly replied. “Six months of rehab learning to walk again is like an eternity.” “But the good news is I’m able to walk,” his son replied with a smile. “I know you’re happy about the 60% disability rating, but it just seems to me it oughta be a lot closer to a hundred. I mean, you damn near lost one leg, the other one got burnt to hell, and your back was messed up pretty bad, too. And then there was the whole brain....” “Dad? Can we talk about this some other time?” his son asked, trying to stay pleasant. The truth was they’d talked about it so many times, the younger Crisler, Jared, had no interest in hashing it over again. What was done was done, and if the final determination was 60% then that was it. He was alive, he could walk again, and to him, that was what really mattered. As to the VA’s ruling, sure, he could appeal it, but he saw no reason to do so. After nearly dying from an RPG round that had shattered his right leg while several pieces of hot metal severely burned the left while yet another went under his body armor and ended up against a vertebrae in his lower back, he was doing pretty well, all things considered. Having run track in high school and college it was unlikely he’d ever run again. But just that morning he’d walked two miles with in spite of a significant amount of pain, and with any luck he’d be doing three in another month or so. So while his 25-year old body hurt more than his father’s 53-year frame, Jared Crisler felt incredibly grateful. Most of the gratitude went to the people who’d kept him alive like the Navy corpsman who’d been at his sides with a minute of the initial blast when their convoy of Navy SEALS had been ambushed by the Taliban. ‘Doc’ Adams stopped the bleeding and splinted his shattered leg the best he could while they waited for the medevac helicopter to arrive. The ‘doc’ also did everything he could for the third-degree burns on his left leg while trying to avoid moving him at all because of the shrapnel wound in his back. Jared woke up just as the ‘doc’ and two other SEALS were loading him onto the UH-1 helo, but he had only the vaguest memory of that. “You’re gonna be fine, Lieutenant!” the doc assured him even though Jared was already mentally far, far away thanks to the pain medications he’d been given. From there he’d gone through a half dozen surgeries and the rehab from hell in which he was never sure the right leg was going to make until a month before they finally released him from active duty. He’d had help putting together the mountain of paperwork for the VA, and to his surprise, he had a determination within two months of submitting it. At 60%, he’d be receiving close to $2,500 a month and all of it tax free. In addition, he hadn’t spent more than a few hundred dollars total in the previous year thanks to an all-expenses paid vacation to sunny Afghanistan followed by rehab. It the six months he’d been home receiving care from the VA in Seattle, Washington, he’d spent about the same amount of money. All in all, even though he was only a lieutenant, junior grade, or pay grade 0-2, he had a pile of cash saved up, a guaranteed income for life, and free medical care, such as it was. Where the VA was concerned, it all boiled down to where you lived. Some facilities were nearly as good as any civilian hospital while others were downright awful. Seattle wasn’t bad at all, and his dad had taken him as often as his work schedule allowed, and that was one more thing for which he was very grateful. But as much as he loved and appreciated his father, Jared wasn’t cut out to live at home anymore. At least not once he was able to live on his own, and that time was fast approaching. His mother had passed away when he was in college, and while he knew his father was a lonely man, he also knew it wasn’t his responsibility to stay there so he’d have someone to talk to. At some point, George Crisler was going to have to put himself back out in the dating world and find someone who’d love staying there, and more specifically, being his wife. As Jared got up to get something to eat, his dad said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to beat a dead horse. I...I’m just concerned. That’s all.” “I know, Dad. And I do appreciate it,” his son told him truthfully before slowly making his way to the kitchen. He actually wanted to talk with his dad, he just didn’t want to talk about the VA or percentages again. He just wasn’t quite ready to talk about what was really on his mind. He still had a lot more research to do, but this idea he’d recently come up with not only appealed to him, it had the added benefit of making him feel like he’d be doing something worthwhile with his life. It was that sense of ‘the greater good’ that had drawn him to the military in the first place, and this new idea, while it wasn’t the same thing or anything even close, was certainly important in the big scheme of things. Most people had no idea just how important it was, but that didn’t lessen its significance one bit. This big idea of his came about from seeing an article about the critically important role honeybees play in the world. Like nearly everyone else, he’d never once given any thought to something he’d taken for granted his entire life. Like them, Jared had just assumed bees had always been there and that they always would. Or would they? It was a month or so (and another surgery later) before he got around to doing some more reading after seeing that first article, and the more he read, the more interested he became. To his great surprise, he learned that honeybees were dying an alarming rate. There were many reasons for it, but the biggest threat was from something called Colony Collapse Disorder or CCD for short. Suspects included pesticides, disease-bearing parasites and poor nutrition. But in a first-of-its-kind study published in the journal PLOS ONE, scientists at the University of Maryland and the US Department of Agriculture identified a witch’s brew of pesticides and fungicides contaminating pollen that bees collect to feed their hives. The findings break new ground on why large numbers of bees are dying though they do not identify the specific cause of CCD, where an entire beehive dies at once. During his research, Jared learned that bee populations are so low in the US that it now takes 60% of the country’s surviving colonies just to pollinate one California crop—almonds. And that’s not just a west coast concern as California supplies 80% of the world’s almonds, a market worth $4 billion. Another huge surprise came from learning that Fargo, North Dakota, was the second best place in America to raise honeybees with his hometown area around Seattle being in the top five. Because of the cold winters, Fargo made no sense to him until he learned how bees maintain the temperature in the hive at around 95F degrees regardless of the weather. Equally new to him was the way entire hives, or even colonies (large groups of many hives) were moved around the country in order pollenate crops like almonds in California then return to the Fargo area for the spring and summer to pollinate local crops and flowers. Interestingly, when it came to moving them, Jared was very surprised to find out that bees had to either be moved less than a few feet or a very large distance or they would become so disoriented they couldn’t find their way back to the hive. Movements took place at night and/or during cold weather when all of the bees were inside the hive. Once they arrived at their new destination, even one that was thousands of miles away, they would perform the same rituals they’d been performing for millions of years in order to remember their new location and be just fine—as long as the queen survived. Day-to-day management wasn’t all that difficult. Face the hive to the southeast, provide a windbreak to the rear of the hive, and position it somewhere that’s easy to harvest the honey. Yes, there was a lot more to it than that, but even so, it wasn’t what people called ‘rocket science’. After all he’d been through, Jared not only wanted to do something he thought was important, he wanted to be able to live somewhere in quiet solitude for the foreseeable future. The fact that almond growers paid good money for honeybees to be brought in was icing on the cake. His plan was to buy at least an acre of land and have a so-called tiny house built on it. Even one that was just 250 sqft would be all he’d need for him and the dog he planned to buy. He’d be close enough to Fargo to drive in once a week or so for supplies, and he could spend the bulk of his time tending the hive, doing some fishing, and with any luck maybe he’d even have access to WiFi so he could kill time playing the video games he still enjoyed. One as-of-yet unanswered concern was plumbing. Specifically, indoor plumbing which meant having a bathroom inside the small house. Fargo got extremely cold during the winter, and he had no desire to have to walk to an outhouse several times a day—especially during the morning after a second cup of coffee. Another was digging a well for the water in order to make use of the plumbing, and of course, for drinking. Electricity, depending on the exact location, was another. So at this point, he was still gathering all the information he could about bees, land, septic tanks, drilling wells, and tiny houses he could get his hands on. He had more than enough money set aside to buy everything he wanted along with a large 4-wheel drive vehicle he’d need to move the bees around the country, as well as to just get around during the winters; winters he hoped to be spending in warmer locations like sunny southern California while his bees pollenated whatever needed pollinating while he kicked back waiting for a big paycheck. \\\\\* “Willa, I understand you’re hurt, but Fargo? As in Fargo, North Dakota? Seriously?” her younger sister said. “Vicki, it’s not just about the breakup. I’ve told you how important my work is enough times that you should know better.” Her big sister’s reply was most true but unconvincing. “Okay, fine. Still, I can’t help feeling terrible for you. I mean, what kind of guy calls off a marriage the morning of his wedding day, for crying out loud?” Willa Parker knew the question was rhetorical, because her former fiancé had done just that. And once she’d regained her bearings again enough to think straight, she learned that sort of thing wasn’t all that rare and didn’t just happen in Hallmark movies on TV. Getting left at the altar—or just before getting to it—was more common than she’d ever thought possible. Willa had been fascinated by all things ‘bugs’ from her earliest memories. That fascination had continued through high school and was the impetus for her decision to major in Entomology, the study of insects, at Kansas State University in her hometown of Manhattan, Kansas. Her specific interest had been bees, a subset of Entomology known as Melittology. There was no degree offered in that very narrow slice of of the greater field, but she took every course she could on the subject, and since graduating, had worked in the field studying her favorite ‘insect’. Her primary concern was the extremely serious concern of Colony Collapse Disorder, and her dream was to find the cure. The prestige would be fine, but it was her genuine love of bees, and in particular, honeybees, that drove her to find the answer to this very troubling problem. The only thing that ever come close to derailing her was falling in love, and when it happened for the first time at the late age of 37, she fell hard. Willa was by no means gorgeous, but she was certainly in the above-average category where looks were concerned. She was a bit on the thin side, wore her long, dark hair in a bun most of the time, and although she dressed well enough, what she wore was often hidden by a white lab coat. She’d remained single by choice, choosing to occasionally date and even ‘hook up’ every now and then. Most of what little dating she did was with coworkers who shared her passion so that dates could be extensions of work. And until Chris Bowman had come along that had suited her just fine. Chris was everything she’d avoided her entire adult life. He was tall, strong, boyishly handsome, well-dressed, drove a fast car, and while not particularly well-educated—utterly charming. Willa initially believed the attention he showed her was phony. She knew exactly how attractive she was, and more importantly—wasn’t. Most would call her a ‘7’’ on the infamous ‘1-10 scale’ while Chris was at least an 8+ if not an actual 9. But he kept pursuing her and telling her how beautiful she was until she began believing him. The thing that reeled her in was when he said he was in love with her mind. He didn’t know the first thing about bees other than that they made honey, and while that would have normally been a dealbreaker for her, Willa was happy to overlook it because of the way he made her feel. Her sister had tried to warn her several times, and after her mom and dad met him, alarm bells went off in their heads, too. But by then she was already crazy in love with him, and no amount of logic or reason could reach her normally logical and very rational mind. Vicki gave up the fight first and did her best to be supportive. Flattered to be asked to be her sister’s Maid of Honor, she willingly dove in and helped with the details of planning the wedding, and with just a month to go, she started believing that maybe Chris wasn’t such a bad guy after all. But the day he called things off, all of her previous doubts came back, crushing her like a ton of mental bricks. The worst of it was due to the reason he gave for breaking her sister’s heart. Evidently, the thought of being ‘tied down’ to just one woman for the rest of his life was too much to bear, and the closer their wedding got, the more he felt like he was facing an execution rather than a joyous event. Vicki cried with her sister and held her when she needed it in the days that followed. To their credit, their parents never once said, “I told you so,” and they, too, were there for their daughter in every way possible. And yet, even now, in spite of all the family support, it was still too painful for Willa to discuss. “Can we not talk about that day?” Willa asked without any hint of annoyance in her voice. “Sorry. Sure,” Vicki told her immediately. Willa knew there was something else she wanted to ask so she told her sister to just say it. “Okay. I guess what I’m wondering is...who are you going to, you know, date...in Fargo? I mean, seriously, Willa. Some guy who’s been out in a shale patch all week? A guy who comes into the big metropolis of Fargo, North Dakota, to spend his hard-earned money at the local saloon?” “Ha-ha!” her sister replied, otherwise ignoring the sarcasm and the blatant stereotyping. “There are men in Fargo,” she told Vicki a little too defensively before making it worse by adding, “And I’m sure a lot of them are very nice.” “Yes, but how many of them have their teeth?” Vicki quipped. Willa tried not to laugh, but this time she lost the battle. “I’m just gonna miss you SO much!” her younger sister said as she fought off tears. “You’re an extrovert, remember?” Willa reminded Vicki. “You’re the life of the party everywhere you go. You thrive on being around people.” She paused then reminded her sister, “I don’t.” “I know. You’re like Dad. A total introvert.” “Introvert isn’t synonymous with shy, you know,” Willa told her. “Yes. I do know that. I guess I’m just a little envious. I’m like Mom. I need people around me all the time. I feel like I have to talk or I’ll go crazy, but you’re fine all by yourself, and you could go days without saying a word.” Vicki looked at her older sister then said, “You’re like some kind of...verbal camel.” The comparison was accurate but funny, and Willa laughed again. It wasn’t completely accurate, though. The one thing her relationship with Chris had shown her was that she wasn’t fine on her own. She could endure being alone, but her preference was to have that one special person to talk to. Someone like...Vicki. “I’ll be fine,” she said before hugging her sister then saying, “and so will you.” “I don’t know about that. I know you’re an independent woman, but you can’t really be thinking about living there...alone.” “I have a friend who teaches at NDSU. North Dakota State University. She’ll check in on me a lot, and her husband is a police officer who’s promised to drive by as often as he can.” Not happy with the answer, but knowing her sister’s mind was made up, Vicki changed the subject after making Willa promise to give her the name and phone of her friend. “How far away is...Fargo?” she asked, barely able to say the name of the city she’d never been to but already hated. “Nine hours by car,” Willa told her, knowing that sounded like a million miles to her sister who really would miss her dearly. “Will you come home and visit?” Vicki asked as she tried not to cry. “Of course. As often as I can. And it’s not forever, remember? Most of the grant money is for a year, and that could be extended another six months or even a second year. But I’m not leaving forever, okay?” “A year sounds like forever, Willa. Two seems like an eternity.” Her older sister didn’t tell her that forever and eternity were the same thing as there was no need to do so. “When do you leave?” Vicki asked. “I thought I’d be leaving this week, but I need another month to save up the rest of what I need to live on. The grant money is coming, but it’s all bee-related, and it can’t be spent on personal items. The cabin isn’t all that big, and most of the space will taken up with lab equipment.” “My sister the beekeeper,” Vicki said as she tried to smile. “I’m not just keeping them, you know. I’m looking for a way to save them,” Willa reminded her sister—again. “Right. The bee savior.” Willa almost started explaining something else again like why this was so important, but she’d given the spiel one too many times already. Vicki always said she understood, but the truth was it didn’t matter to her. It was too much to expect her to envision a world without honeybees; a world where people in less-developed nations would die, and where the rest of the world would experience a huge change in their diet—and not in a good way. “Well, at least we have another month,” Vicki said a little more cheerfully. “Yes. Yes, we do,” her sister replied. June 8th, 2019 The only dry eyes outside of her parents’ home were Willa’s as she said goodbye to the people she loved the most. She promised to text every day and Skype as often as she could, but while that would hold her parents between visits, she knew her sister needed to be physically with her. As much as it hurt her to say goodbye, this was a cause in which Willa deeply believed, and there was nothing that was going to keep her from pursuing it. And so far, everything was falling into place quite nicely. She’d gone to Fargo a few months earlier and purchased a small tract of land with a very decent cabin on it that she would call home for as long as it took. The lab equipment had been ordered and would arrive within a week or so of her own arrival, and she had a deal with someone for a large colony of honeybees. The only thing left to do, other than drive there, was to stop back by there when she returned and actually purchase the bees from a local seller and then move them to their new location which would be about 50-100 yards from the cabin. There was a natural windbreak in the right place on the property, and with summer coming, the colony would soon be out pollinating, and Willa would be getting ready to start collecting data and run the first of many experiments to try and isolate the cause of CCD. Once she had the money she needed, Willa gave her parents and Vicki a final hug then got into the big truck she’d recently traded her car for and headed almost due north from Manhattan where she’d been born and raised and gone to college to her new ‘home’ just outside of Fargo. It was a little after 9am, and with any luck, she’d be there by around 6pm. The family that owned the colony she was buying lived in the tiny town of Sabin, Minnesota, located a few miles southeast of Fargo. The land she’d bought was just outside of Harwood, North Dakota, a town with a population of 718 souls—about 200 more than lived in Sabin. Her GPS took her right to the front door of the house she needed, the only house for a mile or so in any direction. Willa had stopped twice at rest stops along the way and once to grab something to eat from a fast food restaurant, so it was nearly 7 o’clock when she pulled up. The owner was Mr. Milton Dyer, a man Willa guessed to be somewhere around 70 or so. She got out of the truck, stretched her legs, then walked up the driveway and knocked on the door. A dog barked, and a few seconds later, a familiar man wearing bib overalls opened it. “Dr. Parker! It’s so good to see you again!” he said as he invited her in. The Golden Retriever she knew was named Lady, sniffed her up and down while wagging her tail, so Willa bent down and petted her and gave her a hug. “Is Lady pregnant?” she asked as she looked at the dog from the side. “She is. She’s gonna be havin’ herself a litter her real soon,” Mr. Dyer told her. “I’ll save you one if you want it.” “Oh, I don’t know. I like dogs, I’ll just be so busy,” Willa told him as she stood back up. His wife came out, and her husband re-introduced them, and Mrs. Dyer asked if she’d like to stay for supper, the term most people used for the evening meal around that part of the country. “It’s no trouble,” she assured the younger woman. “And with you driving all day, the last thing you’re gonna want to do is cook or eat more restaurant food, right?” “That’s true. I really don’t want to eat another burger today, so...if you’re sure.” Willa found the Dyers to be as warm and friendly as they were honest. But when Milton mentioned a problem, she became very concerned. “Problem? What kind of problem? Please don’t tell me you’re losing the colony,” Willa said as the fear of CCD swept through her. “No. Nothing like that. No, they’re fine,” he assured. “Busy as bees!” He laughed, and once Willa realized the bees were safe, she did, too, but only out of relief. “No, uh...that’s not the issue,” he told her. “Okay....” she replied. “Well, you see, there was this young fella who stopped by late yesterday, and he wanted a hive.” “Uh-huh,” Willa replied without emotion. “And?” “Well, he uh, he was a vet’ran, you know,” Milton told her, leaving out the ‘e’ in veteran. “And?” she said again, her concerning growing. “Well, he was such a right nice young man and all, and he really, really wants to get into the business, and....” When he paused, Willa got impatient. “Mr. Dyer. We had a deal. Please don’t tell him you sold him the colony!” “No. Of course not. I’d never do that,” he replied. “Thank heavens!” Willa said. “We uh, we only sold him one hive.” “You...what?” Willa said as she shook her head in disbelief. “Well, yeah. We knew there was a new queen by the way the bees was a swarmin’, you know, so we set out a new hive’s worth of boxes hopin’ they’d take to it. And as luck would have it, they did.” “So...this hive. It wasn’t part of our original deal?” she asked. “Well...kind of,” the older man told her. “Meaning?” “What my husband is trying to say, dear, is that he sold this young man one of your hives along with the new one,” his wife explained as her husband gave Willa an ‘I’m really sorry’ kind of look. Willa knew that one hive wasn’t that big of a deal, but were she to start losing them, every one mattered. “We uh, we never shook on it,” Milton said in his defense. That part was true. Willa hadn’t signed a contract nor had they shaken hands. But he’d given her his word that she could have all of the bees on his property as he and his wife wanted out of the business for good. They had plans to retire to sunny Florida and couldn’t wait to get out of frigid North Dakota at the end of the summer. “Tell ya what, doc. We’ll move your bees for you,” Milton told her. “At no charge.” Willa had a large truck and could move them in two trips, but she didn’t want to offend them in spite of what had just happened. “That’s very kind of you, but I’ll be okay,” she said as the anger drained away. “No, it’s the least we can do,” the older man told her. “Just tell us when, and we’ll get ‘em loaded up.” He hesitated then said, “We made the same offer to that young fella that, you know....” “Oh. So...where is he setting up his hive?” she asked out of curiosity. “Or rather—hives.” “Well, he uh, he bought an acre of land up near Harwood,” Milton told her. “I guess they’s a cabin nearby, and he was a little concerned about that.” When Willa’s jaw dropped, his wife asked if she was okay. “Yes. I’m...fine,” she told her as she tried to let her growing anger show. But as she thought about, that might not be such a problem, and it could end up working to her advantage if this new beekeeper decided this wasn’t what he was expecting. She might even be able to buy his hives at a reasonable price. Then again, the honeybee business was exploding around the country, and hives were selling for a premium price. She felt very fortunate to be getting as many as she was for the amount they’d agreed on, and after thinking it all through, Willa’s newest round of frustration drained away as she enjoyed a delicious home cooked meal before heading north. The Dyers offered to let her stay, but she was excited about getting there, and she knew if she left right then, she could get there before dark and get things put away. The power company had assured her the electricity was on, so as long as that was true, she’d rather sleep in her own place than with people she barely knew. Willa thanked them sincerely for dinner then told them she’d call to set up a date to move the bees. “No hurry! We’ll take good care of ‘em,” Milton promised her. Trying to be funny, he said, “And I promise not sell another to hive to anyone!” Willa forced herself to laugh then told them goodnight and got back in the truck then back on I-29 until her GPS told her to exit in ‘one-quarter of a mile’. As she drove up to her property she passed a truck similar to the one she was driving and felt certain that had be the ‘nice, young fella’ Mr. Dyer sold the hives to. If it was, he had nowhere else to sleep, but she didn’t see anyone or a light on in the cab of the truck so she drove the last two hundred yards to the cabin, pulled up as close as she could, then shut off the engine. Finally ‘home’, Willa sat there for a few seconds, her eyes closed, letting the tension of the long day on the road drain away. Feeling better, she opened her eyes, grabbed her purse, and got out and slammed the door before opening the door of the ‘extra cab’ so she could bring in one small bag on her first trip. When she picked it up, she turned around and kicked the door shut, but before she could take a step, she looked toward the cabin, and what she saw made her scream. “No! Hold on!” the man on her porch said. “I...I’m not going to hurt you! I swear!” His hands were out in front of him and then up in a surrender pose. “I wasn’t stealing anything, either,” he said very loudly. “I was just looking for an outside source of water. That’s it.” Once her cerebral cortex overcame the fear the amygdala raised and her heart rate slowed enough to let her speak, she said, “You’re the one who stole my bees.” “What?” the man said, not sure what he’d heard her say. “You. You stole...bought...the bees I’d already been promised.” “Wait. That’s...you? You’re the woman Mr. Dyer told me he wasn’t sure was coming back, aren’t you?” Willa had rarely ever been angry in her life. Even when Chris told her it was over, she wasn’t angry. She was deeply hurt, but anger never entered the picture. Now her she was getting angry for the second time in one day. She walked toward the trespasser and said, “He told you that?” As she got closer, she could see his face. He was definitely young, and even though she didn’t yet know his name, she knew it was him. “Well, yes. I called him several times when I was researching bee owners and trying to decide who to buy from. I finally settled on him when he told me he’d give me a discount because I’m....” Jared hated the word ‘disabled’ and said, “A veteran, I went with him.” Willa dropped the bag and said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, “Gee, let me thank you for your service!” She really did admire veterans, but this particular veteran wasn’t one of them, and it had nothing to do with his service. Rather than say something equally snide, Jared looked down at her bag on the ground and asked, “May I give you a hand with your things?” Willa was so taken aback by his gentle voice and kind offer that it stunned her into silence. “Ma’am? Are you okay?” he asked after a good five seconds passed in silence. Now feeling even worse than she had for letting her emotions get the best of her with Mr. Dyer, she apologized. “It’s been a very long day, and I didn’t mean to be rude. Please forgive me,” she said. “I understand. I drove here from Seattle two days ago myself. I’m getting ready to build a house over by my....” “What?” Willa asked, the anger flaring up again. “Build a house? Are you kidding me?” Now it was Jared who was stunned into silence. Once again, Willa realized she was being unreasonable and apologized a second time. “It’s okay,” the younger man told her. “And I really would be happy to help you with whatever you need to bring inside.” She took another look at him and decided she had very little choice but to trust him. “That would be very nice of you,” she said as she grabbed the bag she’d dropped. “Is anything not coming in?” Jared asked before picking anything up. “Um...no. It’s all coming inside,” she said. “And...thank you.” “You’re welcome,” he told her. She didn’t see him stop and take each of the two steps one at a time, nor did she see him wince when he tried to catch a bag that rolled off the side of the truck and hit his right leg. By the time she came back out, she saw him picking it up. She noticed he was struggling with it, and playfully called out, “It’s not that heavy, is it?” He laughed and told her it wasn’t as she went by him and grabbed a large bag herself. He was coming out of the cabin on his second trip when she saw him go down the steps one at a time and asked if he was okay. “Did you pull a muscle or hurt your back picking that bag up?” she asked with no hint of teasing. “Oh, no. I’m fine,” he told her making sure to smile again even though his legs and back were killing him. He hated pain pills almost as much as the word ‘disabled’ but he knew he’d be taking one once he got back to his truck. Once everything was inside, Willa thanked him sincerely then finally introduced herself. “Pleased to meet you, Doctor Palmer,” he replied. “I’m Jared Crisler.” “I...I only said ‘doctor’ out of habit. I’m not actually a doctor. Not an MD, anyway. I am a PhD doctor...but....” She stuck out her hand and said, “Please just call me Willa.” “Willa. Okay. Will do...Willa,” he told her, again remembering to smile in spite of the throbbing in his leg. Willa tilted her head and rolled her eyes as if to say ‘you gotta be kidding me’ then told him she thought the water should be on. The electricity was, so she was hopeful there was also power to bring up the well water that was just outside. Jared slowly walked over to the kitchen sink and turned the handle. When he did, the wonderful sound of running water followed. “Maybe let it run a minute or two before you take a drink,” she advised. The advice was unnecessary, but after trespassing and scaring her half to death, Jared decided not to tell her that went without saying. When he felt it was safe to take a drink, he opened the bottle of pills in his cargo pocket without pulling it out, removed one, then popped it in his mouth and chewed it up before taking a drink. He thanked her then Willa suggested they sit down and talk. “Right. I uh, I kind of owe you an explanation, don’t I?” Jared replied a little sheepishly. “Several,” she told him as they both took a wooden chair and sat. “First, I really am sorry about scaring you,” he began. “No. That’s fine. Considering where we are, access to fresh water is a big deal, and you’re welcome to it anytime. There is a bib out back, and when it’s light tomorrow I’ll show you where it’s at.” “Thank you, but I do have bottled water. I was just curious about whether or not a well could be dug here. I was told it could, but I wanted to be sure.” “What does concern me,” Willa said, “is you building a house so close by. And the reason is it concerns me is related to the main thing I’m still steamed about, and that’s you buying bees that were supposed to be mine.” “Again, I apologize, but Mr. Dyer told me you hadn’t....” “Yes. I know. We didn’t have a contract or shake on it.” Jared could tell she was agitated, so he decided the best course of action was to let her talk. And when he didn’t say a word, she figured out that’s what he wanted, so she explained why she was there. “So every hive is important. And while building a home isn’t the worst thing I can think of, the noise and the way it might impact the bees, is just one more issue to have to deal with,” she explained. “I don’t know if this helps, but I’m not actually building it. I’ve already had it built, and they’ll be bringing it up here tomorrow.” “Wait. Bringing it? You’re putting a mobile home on the lot?” “No. Well, it is mobile. It’s just not a mobile home.” “Then I don’t understand,” Willa told him. “It’s a tiny house. You know, like the ones they build on the HGTV shows?” Willa finally understood and breathed a sigh of relief, mostly because she wouldn’t have to live in something that small, but also for the lack of noise she wouldn’t have to deal with. The cabin wasn’t big, but it was at least adequate. “So the only things I really need to have done are dig a well and a septic tank, and that’s supposed to start tomorrow. And as far as the bees are concerned, I kind of have plans for them, but you’re right. I really don’t know what I’m doing, and I’m open to any advice or hints to keep them safe and healthy.” Willa had been listening intently, and after hearing his plans, she felt terrible for being so rude and judgmental. “Jared. I...I’m the one who needs to apologize. Nothing excuses the way I’ve been acting, but I recently went through a pretty terrible breakup, and this was going to be my...Fortress of Solitude. I had no idea anyone had purchased the land next to mine, and I definitely wasn’t aware Mr. Dyer was going to sell even one of the hives I needed for my research to anyone. But as I said, that doesn’t excuse me being so...bitchy.” Jared smiled politely then said, “To tell you the truth, I didn’t know your cabin was here until I drove up. But then again, I didn’t ask. I just knew there were two acres of land with access to a paved road, and it looked like a great place to keep bees, so I bought one of them.” He smiled at her then said, “And the fact that a bee expert also chose this place makes me feel like I did a pretty good on my research.” Willa smiled back, and only then did she realize he was a rather nice looking young man. A little thin but still reasonably handsome. He also seemed friendly and understanding, and he liked bees. So all things considered, she couldn’t complain too much. “Well, we are going to be neighbors, and since you will be tending bees, I’m happy to help out in any way I can,” she told him, a very different expression on her face and the tone in her voice much gentler. “Oh, I forgot to mention I plan on getting a dog. I hope that won’t be an issue.” “Um, no. Of course not. When Mr. Dyer told me his dog was having puppies, I found myself thinking about the same thing.” Jared laughed then said, “That’s where I’m getting mine from. Once his Golden delivers and the pups are weened, I should be all settled in here and be able to devote a lot of attention to him. Or her.” Willa smiled then asked him, “Are you possibly not a people person?” “Not really. I have nothing against them. I just need some time to kind of work things out, and this seemed like a really good place to do it.” “Bad breakup by any chance?” she asked, the smile still there. “No. No breakup,” he told her, not mentioning the way his leg had been broken up or the three titanium pins holding it together after the many surgeries he’d been through. “It’s none of my business, anyway,” she told him. “I’ve taken up enough of your time, Willa. I think I’ll get back over to um...my place,” he said, trying not to laugh. “Nice place, by the way,” she said, joining in on the humor. “Thanks. It’s home for at least another night, and the weather is just about perfect for sleeping outside, so....” “Wait. You’re not sleeping inside your truck?” she asked as though that was unthinkable. The pain pill was already taking the edge off, and Jared found himself chuckling after having slept outside in much worse during the brief, two years he’d spent in the US Navy. “I’m a little too tall to sleep inside it,” he told her. Willa also hadn’t noticed he was about six-feet in height, and now that he’d mentioned it, he would probably need to keep one of the doors open and let his feet hang out of keep his legs curled up all night. She knew he was young, and being a man, he probably didn’t mind sleeping on the ground, but the thought of doing so still sent chills down her back—her love of bugs aside. “Listen. You...you could sleep here tonight. There’s a couch over there, and I can....” “No. Thank you, but I couldn’t do that. It’s very kind of you to offer, but I’ll be fine,” he assured her. “And the daylight is almost gone, so I think I’ll uh...mosey on home.” “Okay. If you’re sure,” she told him. “Positive, but again—thank you,” he said as he stood up. He’d been fine sitting down, but when he put his weight on his leg it made him flinch. “You okay?” Willa asked when she saw it. “Yeah. I think my leg must’ve fallen asleep or something,” he told her as he waited for the ache to subside. She walked with him to the porch then asked if he had a flashlight. “I do. And a couple of lanterns,” he replied as he produced one and turned it on. “All right. Well...good night...neighbor,” she told him. “Same to you, Willa,” Jared replied before taking the steps one at a time. “You sure you’re okay?” she asked once he was on the ground. He looked back, smiled at her, and told her he was just fine before turning around and doing his level best not to limp as he walked away. As Willa took a hot shower before going to bed she felt even more guilty about the way she’d reacted. Yes, her new neighbor had been trespassing, but she’d let her mounting frustrations get the best of her. Then as she flossed and brushed her teeth and later sat down to pee on an actual toilet she could flush, she felt even worse. By the time she crawled into bed she consoled herself with having offered to let him stay in the cabin, and also with the promise to herself that she’d be nicer to him from then on. But when she awoke to the sound of some kind of ungodly loud noise at 7:00am, she wasn’t feeling quite as generous, knowing where the racket was coming from. Unable to sleep, she got up then went to the front of the cabin and peeked through the red and white checkered curtains and looked. “A backhoe? You’ve gotta be kidding me! At this time of day?” She took a few deep breaths then remembered Jared saying he needed a septic tank and a well. He also mentioned his ‘tiny house’ was being delivered, a thought that made her laugh, so she got dressed then boiled some hot water and made two cups of instant coffee which she carried over to her neighbor’s place. Or...space. “I thought you might like a cup of coffee,” she told him when he saw her and slowly walked her way. “Bless you!” he said as she handed it to him. It was a little chilly but very comfortable, and the hot liquid was perfect. “They’re here kind of early,” Willa said without sounding accusing. “I’m really sorry about the noise. I had this set up before I knew you’d be here. They have so many other jobs this was the only time they could get it done. It had to have woke you up, and all I can do is apologize. Again.” He smiled then said, “And thank you for the coffee.” They discussed Jared’s plans for the day, and Willa asked him if it included eating breakfast. “Well, I kind of already had breakfast,” he told her. “Oh. Trail mix?” she asked with a laugh. Jared chuckled then told her he’d driven to Fargo and ate at a Waffle House. “They’re open 24 hours a day, and it was already crowded at 4:30.” “You drove all the way to Fargo and ate breakfast at 4:30?” “I have trouble sleeping sometimes so I decided to just get up and get moving. And it’s really not all that far.” Willa felt a little foolish when she recalled that it was only 10 miles to Fargo. “And I had three cups of coffee already,” Jared told her as he tried not to smile. “Oh, okay. You eat real food and leave me here to fend for berries. Uh-huh. So that’s how it’s going to be?” she replied as though she were offended. “Hey, come on. I’d have taken you with me and paid for your meal, but I was pretty sure you’d shoot me if I knocked on your door at 4am.” “Okay. Good call,” Willa said very seriously before smiling at him. “And I really do appreciate the fourth cup, though. A guy can never have too much coffee,” he told her. “It’s instant, and instant is pretty awful, but if you’re a caffeine addict like me....” “Oh. Guilty!” Jared told her. “I’ve even eaten instant coffee with a spoon before.” Willa turned to face him which meant she was now looking at his left side, then said, “That’s disgusting!” “Thank goodness I’m not addicted to nicotine, right?” he replied with a smile. Maybe it was just the morning sunlight, but Willa thought he was even nicer looking now than she’d thought the night before. She didn’t stare, but she looked enough to wonder if he might be a runner as he had the build for it. “Is there anything I can help you with today?” Jared asked, surprising her. She was pretty sure he didn’t see her staring, but just in case, she looked up at the sky and said, “I’m not sure, but it looks like it’s going to be sunny and warm.” “The Red River’s only a couple of miles to our east,” Jared told her. “I’m sorry?” she replied, wondering what that meant. “If it gets too hot, it’s not that far to the water,” he explained as he took another sip. “There’s actually a pretty nice hole I found where a person could splash around a little on a day like this.” “Oh, okay. Well, I’ll keep that in mind, but I’m kind of partial to taking a shower rather than going to a river,” she told him, hoping that didn’t sound bad. “Hey! I thought you were an outdoor kind of girl,” Jared told her with a laugh. Willa laughed, too, then thanked him for the ‘girl’ comment. “At my age, I don’t hear that too often anymore.” Now he turned to look at her, and after ‘sizing her up’, Jared laughed again. “Yeah, turning 30 will do that to a woman, huh?” he said as though she were that age. “Wait. You think I’m...30?” she asked as she pointed to herself. “Oh, no. You’re not dragging me into that discussion,” he told her. “There’s no way I’m gonna venture an actual guess.” “That’s okay. If you think I’m anywhere even close to 30, then you’ve made my day!” Jared knew several guys on active duty who were in their early 30s who said things like how they were ‘pushing 40’, so he didn’t give it much thought because regardless of her age, she looked fairly young to him. Her skin was clear and tight, and she had a great smile and a pretty face. She’d never win a beauty contest, but neither would he. So whether she was 32 or even 35, he thought she was an attractive woman. “And you made mine,” he told her as he drained the cup then handed it back to her. “It’s a good thing they’re getting your septic tank put in,” she said. He gave her a quizzical look and that made her laugh. “You did say this was your fourth cup of coffee, didn’t you?” Jared liked her sense of humor and told her so after he laughed. She thanked him then started to walk away but stopped. “Oh, and to answer your question, I like being outside if it’s to take care of my bees. But otherwise, I’m more of an indoor...girl.” “Ah. Okay. Good to know!” he called out just as the backhoe got very loud again. “Sorry about the noise!” he yelled even louder through cupped hands. “No worries!” Willa called back, another smile on her pretty face. “I’ll be having trucks in and out of here, too!” The septic tank was done by 10am, and the ‘tiny house’ rolled in around noon. Jared wouldn’t have any power for a few more days until the county ran another line from the poles serving Willa’s cabin or from the main line on the road, but getting his ‘home’ in place was the big deal. He picked up two more cases of bottle water and some canned goods at an all-night market on his way back from Fargo that morning, so he was about as well off as he could be, considering the circumstances. Around 3pm, Willa made her way back over and found Jared inside laying on the floor when she peeked through the only window in front. “You okay?” she called out as she knocked. His leg was killing him, so he’d laid his sleeping bag and pillow down then laid his body on top of it. “Yeah. I’m fine,” he told her as he sat up. “I brought a housewarming gift,” she told him with a laugh until she saw him wince again when he stood up. “Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked with real concern. She was holding a large scented candle, one of several she brought with her, so Jared ignored her question and asked, “For me?” “Oh. Yes. Do you like it?” she asked as she handed it to him. “Well, it’s by far the nicest housewarming gift I’ve ever received,” he told her with a straight face. “Meaning...it’s the only one you’ve ever received, right?” “Very perceptive...Doc!” he teased. “I...have my moments,” she told him as she raised her nose up. Jared laughed at her feigned snobbery then told her he did like it before asking, “Can I show you around?” Willa laughed so hard she had to cover her mouth as ‘around’ was maybe 20 feet in length and and 15 feet or so in width. She craned her neck to see around his head on both sides then said, “No. I’m good.” “Smart aleck,” he said, pretending to mutter under his breath. “What? It’s a nice place!” she told him as she tried not to laugh. “All, what? Three-hundred square feet?” “Ha!” Jared replied as he threw his own head back. “I’ll have you know this luxury dwelling is a 372 square-foot dream home.” “Oh. Well, excuse ME!” Willa said before laughing again. Jared wasn’t intending to stare, either, but he must have been because Willa asked him, “What?” causing him to blink twice. “Sorry. I think I just got a little lost there.” She looked at him for a couple of seconds then said, “It’s understandable. I mean...anyone could get lost in....” She spread her arms wide then said, “All THIS!” Jared tried to stare her down but gave up when her own straight face gave way to a smile. The smile was followed by a spurting sound and then an outright laugh causing him to laugh, too. “It may be small, but...all of this...is mine,” he told her as he spread his arms out, nearly touching both walls. “Hey. Just think, though. Cleanup is going to be a breeze,” Willa told him. They both laughed again then Jared said, “Just not until I get my water and power hooked up. But yes, after that I agree with you.” She asked when he thought those things would get done, and when he told her it would be a few more days, she again offered her cabin. “You can always stop by to take a shower or...whatever.” “That’s very kind of you,” Jared told her sincerely. “But what I’d really like is to pick your brain about our favorite topic.” “Bees? Yes. By all means. Please stop by anytime and ask away.” “Do you have a date for when you’re bringing yours out here yet?” he asked. “Nothing specific but soon. In fact, we should talk about location first, don’t you think?” “Definitely. We can do that now if you’d like,” Jared told her. “Okay, then follow me,” Willa said very cheerfully. Again, she saw Jared struggle to step down from the house to the ground and began really wondering what was wrong but still didn’t feel comfortable asking. They didn’t have to walk all that much, but they did move around some as Willa pointed out the advantages and disadvantages of various locations. “So I’m thinking mine should go right over there, and I’d recommend you putting yours...over here,” she told him as she pointed to the specific places she thought were best. “Consider it done,” Jared said. There was a pause before he said, “So...now what?” “I think I’m going to stop by Mr. Dyer’s place and set up the delivery.” She hesitated then asked, “You wanna come with?” Jared made her laugh again when he raised his arms and sniffed his pits. “Sure. I think I’m...bearable.” “You’re fine!” she told him when she stopped laughing. “If you’re ready I’ll pull my truck up in a couple of minutes.” “Sure. Sounds like a plan,” Jared agreed. As they drove, Jared asked questions to confirm what he thought he knew about moving bees, and Willa told him she was impressed with his knowledge. She, in turn, asked more questions about his interest in bees at this point in his life, and he told her again he just needed some time alone to think things through. “Hmmm. So no great loss in love, and yet an attractive, young guy is out living in the middle of nowhere and wants to be a beekeeper. Okay. Sure,” Willa said with a playful look that said she wasn’t really buying it but would accept his explanation for now. “I don’t see a whole lot of difference between us,” Jared told her. “As far as...?” “Okay. Other than the breakup, why is a beautiful woman living in the likes of Harwood, North Dakota, all alone—when there are a half dozen other places known for being just as bee-friendly.” “Okay. Point taken, but remember I’m not an MD but a PhD. Those other places, like your home of Seattle, by the way, are on the top-10 list. But unlike Harwood, they’re ungodly expensive.” “Ah, okay. So...lonely, poor, and beautiful. Yeah, sure. Works for me,” he told her knowing he was either on the money or very close. “Poor, yes. Lonely? Not so much. And beautiful? Yeah, right.” Jared looked over at her and thought she looked great in a ball cap with her hair in a ponytail sticking out of it and waited until she looked at him. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Willa asked. “Just checking.” “Checking? Checking what?” “To see if I’m right. About you. Being beautiful.” She gave him a ‘get out of here’ look just before he told her he was correct. “You’ve only been away from civilization a few days. You can’t be that desperate yet,” she teased. “Desperate? Hardly,” he told her with a smile. She wanted to ask what he meant by that, but he’d already made her feel good, so she just kept driving. After pulling up to the Dyers’ house, it only took a few minutes to agree on when to move the bees, and this time Mr. Dyer again promised to move all of them. “Seeing as how I kinda made a mess of things, it’s the least I can do,” he told his customers. This time, they shook hands before leaving. They hadn’t gone a mile when Jared asked if Willa was hungry. “A little. Why?” “Well, before we leave town, why don’t we stop and get something to eat?” He could tell she was hesitant, so Jared said, “My treat.” He also knew by the way she looked at him that she had something she wanted to ask him. He came close to telling her to go ahead and ask but didn’t. But once they got their food and sat down she said, “Okay, this is none of my business, but, well, I’m here thanks to some reasonably generous grants, as there are many institutions and even some very wealthy individuals who realize how dire the honeybee situation is.” She waited for a second then said, “May I ask how you...support yourself?” “Yes. You may ask,” Jared replied, trying not to laugh. Willa tossed a curly fry at him then asked after calling him a smart aleck like he’d done to her. “I have some money set aside,” he told her as he ate the fry she’d thrown. “Okay. You don’t have to tell me,” Willa said. “If you’re some kind of trust-funder with a green bent, that’s okay.” “Trust fund? Me?” Jared replied unable not to laugh this time. “The cost of living in the woods is dreadfully low, but the land, the house....” Willa laughed, munched another fry, then said, “Make that...tiny house...and food plus other expenses...still costs money. So unless you have a trust fund, rich parents, or maybe developed some kind of software app or game, this makes no sense.” “How do you know I didn’t rob a bank or maybe make a fortune selling cocaine?” he came back with so fast it surprised her. She gave him another funny look then said, “Uh-huh. Yeah, you look like a regular El Chapo for sure.” “Except that he got caught.” “Oh, okay. So you’re a very proficient drug dealer,” Willa said, teasing but also probing for some kind of hint. “Let’s just say most people would agree that I earned what money I have and leave it at that, okay?” Jared then grabbed a curly fry of his own and tossed it at Willa. “Hey! That’s assault with a...deadly fry!” she said before tossing it back at him. “Eat enough of them and they probably will kill you,” Jared quipped before popping another one in his mouth. “Not you! You’re so skinny you could eat those all day long. Now me? If I even finish this bag, they’ll be stuck to my hips before we get back,” Willa told him. “Oh, yeah. Look at you over there. A regular Goodyear Blimp!” Jared would be shocked if Willa even wore a size 8 dress. He wasn’t good with that kind of thing, but she was anything but big. She was actually a size 6, but he was right. She was anything but a blimp. “I see. So now the real Jared Crisler comes out,” she said while narrowing her eyes to slits and glaring at him playfully. “Um...huh?” he said, having no clue what that meant. “Well, on the way down here you said I was...and I quote...beautiful. But now...I’m a blimp. And The Goodyear Blimp at that, if I heard you correctly.” Rather than answer, Jared looked at her fries and asked, “Are you gonna eat all of those?” “Okay. The uh, the Blimp...can take a hint,” Willa said, still pretending to be offended. “Here. Take them. Before I eat anymore and you have to wheel me out of here.” “No. No way. I wouldn’t do that,” Jared told her very seriously. He paused then said, “No. I’d just run a tether line to you so you didn’t float away.” She reached for the fries he’d just taken to throw another one at him, but Jared covered them before she did. Her hand landed on top of his, and when it did, Willa froze for a second. When she did, she also looked at him, and as soon as Jared looked back at her, she pulled her hand away and, just as quickly, looked away, as well. “I think I’ll just take the rest of this chicken sandwich with me,” she said as she suddenly started wrapping it up while still not looking at him. Neither of them said much the rest of the way back, but when they pulled in, Willa thanked him for lunch. Or dinner or whatever it was. Jared told her it was his pleasure then got out of the truck by his very, very small house. Willa started to pull away but stopped. “Forget something?” Jared called out. “Ha-ha!” she said before backing up. “I...I was just going to say you could, you know, take a shower, if you wanted to. That’s all.” Jared leaned in through the passenger-side window and as seriously as he could said, “Are you telling me I stink?” Willa smiled and held up her right hand and used her thumb and index finger to indicate a small amount and said, “Maybe a tiny little bit.” “Huh. I just showered three days ago, so....” The way she laughed was as different as the way she’d looked at him in the fast food joint, and it made Jared look at her differently, too. “Are you sure you don’t mind?” he asked. “Considering how I’ll probably have to spend time with you again tomorrow, it might not be such a bad idea. You know, from my point of view. If I’m...downwind.” “Ah, okay. So...it’s all about you, then,” Jared teased while sounding serious. “You’re a fast learner,” Willa told him with a laugh before stepping on the gas and causing Jared to have to pull away or be hit. “When should I come over?” he yelled out but got no reply. So he did what little he could do to get things ready for having the well dug the next day and waited until just before it got dark to knock on the cabin door. Willa had obviously showered herself, and when he looked at her, Jared could tell something was different. It took him a few seconds after she invited him in to notice what it was, but she was wearing mascara. It seemed to be the only makeup she’d put on, but her lashes were long and black, and the difference was noticeable. Her hair was also down and had just been blowdried and looked amazing. “You uh, you like nice,” he told her, trying to sound matter of fact. She’d also put on a short-sleeved blouse and a pair of jeans, but it was her face that Jared noticed; a face that seemed much prettier than it had just a few hours earlier. “The shower’s in through the bedroom, but you can go on in,” she told him. “Ah. So this model has a master suite. Must be nice.” Willa understood after having called his tiny house ‘very tiny’. “I wasn’t...flaunting it,” she told him, trying not to laugh. “Okay. Mater suite. Uh-huh. Now we know who the actual trust fund kid is around here,” Jared replied with a shake of his head as he walked away. “Don’t hate me because I’m rich!” she said with a laugh as he disappeared. It was getting cool very quickly now that the sun had gone down, and Willa’s feet were cold. She didn’t want to walk into her bedroom while he was in the bathroom, but her feet always got cold very fast, so she walked over and peeked in, hoping to be able to sneak in and out real quick. Not seeing him, she tiptoed to the dresser, and although she didn’t mean to look, she couldn’t help it when she saw bare skin through a six-inch space where he’d left the door open to let steam out. She only looked for a second before turning away, but when her brain registered what it had just seen, she gasped then looked again. The only thing visible was the right side of Jared’s right leg. It took her brain another second or two to verify it really was a leg because it was unlike anything she’d ever seen before. There were thick, deep scars from the thigh to the calf, and after feeling a sense of horror, she remembered the socks. She quickly and quietly grabbed them then tiptoed back out of the bedroom and sat on the small, old sofa that was also a hideaway bed and pulled the socks on. She was sitting there a few minutes later when she heard him whistling. “You okay?” she called out, trying to sound like her normal self. “I feel like a million bucks!” she heard him call back. “And I don’t stink!” He’d brought a change of clothes with him, and when he came out, Willa made sure not to so much as glance at his leg. “Thanks. That was amazing,” he told her, his tousled wet hair catching her attention. “Oh. I’m...I’m glad,” she replied, as she continued looking at his cleanly-shaven face. “Did I miss a spot?” he asked when he saw her staring. “What? No. I...I was just...no, you didn’t miss anything.” “Okay,” he said, knowing something was going on. “I’ll uh, I’ll just head back to my uh, very, very tiny little house now.” “Wait,” she said after he took just two steps toward the door. Jared stopped then turned around. “Are you okay?” he asked in a way that told her he was aware of something. She looked away so fast it confirmed his suspicions. “What’s going on, Willa?” he asked as he laid his dirty clothes on an old wooden table. He didn’t know her well, but he’d never seen her act like this before and found it disturbing. “Do we need to talk?” he quietly asked. “Did I somehow say or do something...offensive? Did my kidding around get out of hand today?” “No. Not at all. I...I enjoy your...kidding,” she told him, now again staring at his face. “Then why are you looking at me like that? I’m seriously getting paranoid over here.” When she looked away again, Jared sat down without asking. “Tell me. What is it?” he said in such a gentle way it made her look at him again. “I’m...I’m so embarrassed.” Trying to be funny, Jared said, “So you really do have a trust fund?” When she didn’t even smile, he assumed something was very wrong. “Did you get a phone call while I was in the shower?” he asked. Willa was biting her lower lip and still not looking at him. “You’re starting to scare me, Willa.” “I feel so...ashamed.” “Of what? Tell me.” Jared lowered his head and tilted it indicating he wanted her to look at him. After several seconds, she finally did. “It...it wasn’t...intentional,” she said very quietly. “Okay, I’m totally and completely lost here.” “Jared. I...I saw you. In the bathroom before you got in the shower. I didn’t mean to. My feet were cold, and I just went to get some socks, and...and I looked and....” “Oh. Okay,” he replied so quietly it scared Willa. “Jared. I am SO sorry! I wasn’t....” “What exactly did you see?” he asked nearly as quietly as her reply moments before. “Was it my leg?” She’d looked away again, but Jared didn’t need to see her eyes to know they were welling up with tears. “Hey. It’s okay,” he said as soon as he noticed. Again trying to be cute, he said, “I was thinking maybe you saw, you know, something else that looked very, very tiny.” Willa was so upset and hurt by what she’d seen that she couldn’t laugh. She did look up, though, and when she did, Jared saw the first tears fall. “How did that...do you mind telling what...how that happened?” she managed to ask. “I’m sorry you saw that,” he told her. That he could think of her when all she could think of was him, touched her deeply. “What? Jared, I’m not the one whose leg is....” “More scars than leg?” he asked, smiling weakly. “I feel...awful...for kidding you about having something wrong with you.” When she started crying, Jared got up and sat next to her. “Hey, come on! You didn’t know,” her told her reassuringly. He wanted to hold her, but there wasn’t really anything he could do that felt right, so he just sat there and waited. “Were you in a car accident or something?” she asked as she wiped her eyes with her fingers. “Let me get you a tissue or some...tissue paper, okay?” “No! Don’t get up,” she said, nearly pulling his arm off when he tried to stand up. “I can walk, you know,” he informed her. She looked right at him then asked, “How...how badly does it hurt? You know, when you walk?” “Not too bad,” he told her, not wanting to admit it was hurting like hell again. “Will you tell me what happened? Please?” she asked again. “If you don’t want to talk about it, I’ll under....” “I was in Afghanistan,” he said before she could finish her sentence. Willa’s eyes began darting back and forth with his as her hands covered her mouth. “Oh, my...Jared. I am SO, so sorry!” she told him yet again. “I’m alive. And I can walk, so no complaints.” The kind, gentle look in his eyes also moved her. “How bad was it?” she asked as more tears filled her eyes. “Hey. If we’re gonna talk about this, no more tears. Okay?” Jared told her as he slowly reached over and wiped them for her. “I’ll try,” she promised. Leaving out the goriest of the details, Jared gave her the ‘down and dirty’ version. Willa had never heard of an RPG and had no idea what it did, so he explained that, too. When he finished, he tried to be funny again and said, “So now I’m a ‘wand-only’ kind of guy for TSA at any airport in the country.” Willa didn’t even smile. She just sat there looking at him and tried to imagine everything he’d been through. And doing that caused the same reaction as before. But this time, when she got teary eyed, she didn’t dry them. She reached out and put her arms around him and just held him as she cried. He held her back but only in a platonic kind of way until she stopped. When she did, she looked at him, and said, “Sorry. I couldn’t keep my promise.” “You only promised to try, remember?” he reminded her gently with a warm smile. “Right. Yes, I did say that,” she quietly admitted before thanking him for sharing that and also for being a hero. He, in turn, told her he was no hero. “The heroes are the corpsman, doctors, and nurses, who put me back together again then helped me relearn how to walk.” He smiled then said, “So now I’m a regular Bionic Man. Maybe even a modern-day Man of Steel.” Willa finally laughed as Jared said, “Make that...titanium.” Once she collected herself, she apologized for being so emotional. “Yeah, it’s almost like, I don’t know, like...you’re a woman or something,” Jared quipped. “Not funny!” Willa said as though she were upset. “Women, especially in any scientific field, can’t afford to be anything but professional.” “You know I was just kidding again, don’t you?” His smile not only touched her, it sent a wave of something though her body; a wave so strong she had to look away again. “Yes. Of course I know,” she told him before standing up and saying she should probably go clean up the mess known as her face. There were mascara streaks on it, but as Jared stood up, too, he told her, “It still looks beautiful to me.” A second wave hit her so hard, Willa involuntarily said, “Oh, my God,” before turning and heading to the bathroom. Jared stopped at the bedroom door and asked if she was okay, wondering if she was on the verge of throwing up. “I’m fine. I...I just had a....” When the words ‘monthly cramp’ came out of her mouth, Willa couldn’t believe what she’d said. It was most certainly not true, and the worst part was her choice of words. “Monthly cramp. Are you really that lame?” she said to herself as she looked at her ‘mess’ in the mirror. “Listen. I’m gonna head back to the ranch now, okay?” “Um...sure. I’ll uh, I’ll talk to you tomorrow then, all right?” she called back, too ashamed to even go say goodnight. “Right. And don’t forget the well guys will be here bright and early.” “Right. And I’ve got lab equipment arriving, too,” she reminded him. Had all this not happened, Willa would have said something snarky about his tendency to make very loud noises way too early in the morning. Jared called out, “Ah, yes. Thanks for reminding me, and uh...goodnight.” She heard the door close then looked at herself again. “What is wrong with you, Parker?” she asked herself as she realized she was still very badly shaken up by the whole thing. It was after midnight before she fell asleep as Willa kept trying to imagine being hurt like that. The closest thing she’d ever experienced was deeply slicing her index finger once when she was dicing carrots. Just one cut on one finger that needed a half-dozen stitches and hurt for days. Jared had scars longer than her hand—and several of them. She couldn’t help but wonder if there were others she couldn’t see and assumed there probably were. She also knew that from now on, whenever she thought about the people serving in the military, she would see them as brave men and women willingly exposing themselves to that same kind of risk...or worse. It wouldn’t change anything as far as the dangers they faced went, but she would be even more grateful for their service in the future. One of her last thoughts before finally falling asleep was that she didn’t need to fear being alone because...she wasn’t. A former Navy SEAL was just a few yards away, and all of her bluster about not caring that she’d be alone aside, just knowing he was nearby was somehow very comforting. Her very last was the realization she hadn’t yet seen her friend, Chrissa, from NDSU which was very strange since Willa had called her before leaving Kansas. She made a mental note to give her another call in the morning then fell asleep so soundly she forgot where she was when she woke up at 7am to the sound of very loud noises. “Gee. Now who could that be?” she asked with a sleepy smile as she sat up in bed. In her haste to go see her favorite new former Navy SEAL, Willa forgot to call her friend. But as soon as Jared said ‘good morning’ to her, she didn’t care. She handed him a cup of instant coffee then wanted to know how the search for water was coming. “Any luck?” she asked as she watched the drilling crew do its thing. He almost said something about the crew having trouble with their divining rods but passed. “Yes. They hit water within 15 minutes. The plumber is now putting in the outside water storage tank and other equipment, and then he’ll run the lines into the house.” Jared laughed then said, “Okay. Line. Singular.” Willa also laughed and told him that was preferable to no line at all. “Oh, definitely,” Jared replied as he took a sip and thanked her again for the coffee. By 10am, Jared had water. By noon, the power company was there running a line, not from Willa’s cabin but from the road which made a lot of sense once he saw the finished product. Around one o’clock, Willa got a call that excited her, and she ran to Jared’s (tiny) house to tell him the good news. “My lab equipment is on the way!” she gushed before seeing him. He was bent down and working under the sink when she walked in, and as she spoke she saw another scar between his shirt and pants. This one wasn’t long or thick but it was jagged and had an odd shape to it. By the time Jared stood up and faced her she’d stopped smiling. “That’s fantastic, right?” he asked, a smile on his face. “What’s that?” she asked as the feelings from the night before came back. This time it didn’t take long to figure out what happened. “Damned plumber’s crack,” he quipped just as he noticed Willa getting emotional again. “Hey. Don’t do that,” he said as he set down the wrench in his hand. He walked the two steps over to where she was then put his arms around her. Willa put hers around him and did her best not to cry. “Sorry,” she finally said. “It’s just so hard to see that. Not as hard as having it done to you, I know, it’s just that....” “Shhhh,” Jared told her as he held her a little tighter. “Now. Let’s go get ready to put your lab equipment inside.” “It won’t be here for a couple of hours. I was just so excited, and I wanted to share that with you,” she said as he let her go. When he did, their eyes met, and Willa stood there, almost in awe of this younger man who never complained when he had every right to. “Then let’s go into the big city and get something to eat real quick,” he suggested. “Only if you let me pay,” she insisted. “You’ve gotta be kidding,” Jared told her. “You are kidding, right?” “Why? Because I’m a woman?” His voice changed completely as he slid by her and said very quietly, “Yes.” Without a word, Willa gave in and told him that would be very nice. This time, as they drove into town, Jared told her where his money came from without being asked. “Sixty percent sounds like a lot,” she told him, having no idea how that amount was even calculated. “Don’t tell my dad that,” Jared replied with a laugh. “So you saved a lot of money and you have disability income from the VA?” she said, trying to sum it all up. “Yes, but I don’t much care for the ‘D’ word.” It took her a second, but Willa got it and told him she understood. “And with any luck, I’ll make even more by letting my bees pollenate almonds and other crops along with whatever honey they produce.” “Have you seen the price almond growers pay for bees?” she asked. “I have,” he told her before Willa said ‘duh’. “Of course you have. You do your homework.” She hesitated then asked, “Are you a college graduate?” “I am,” he told her. “Why?” “I don’t know. You’re very well spoken and also very intelligent, so I just realized you probably were.” “In the SEAL community nothing matters but the team. Officer, enlisted, young, old, black, white. None of that means a damn thing. You live for the team or you don’t survive.” “Do you miss it?” she asked. “That part of it, yes. And I’m kind of an adrenaline junkie, too. Or at least I used to be. But it looks like life had other plans for me.” “So obviously I saw your back,” she confessed. “My other leg is even more beautiful than the one you saw,” he told her, opening up to her like he’d never done with anyone before. “Was it...hit...too?” “Burns mostly,” was all he said as though it was nothing. The cab of his truck only had an armrest separating them, and Willa unbuckled her seatbelt and lifted it up then slid over and sat next to him. Jared gave her a funny look, but she didn’t play along. She just slid her arm through his and sat there in silence until the pulled up to a little cafe called The Harwood Grill and Saloon. Willa laughed when she recalled Vicki’s comment about the roughnecks comin’ to the local saloon to spend their money. “What?” Jared asked as he parked the big rig. “Nothing. Just something my sister said.” “Sister, huh? Is she as pretty as you?” he asked as he opened his door and slid out. Willa’s heart rate jumped, and when Jared turned back around to offer her his hand, it skyrocketed. “Thank you,” she said very sweetly to the younger man in the ball cap she no longer saw as younger but as someone who’d done more in his life than she ever would. After lunch they stopped at an ATM and both of them withdrew some cash then went to Hornbacher’s, a local grocery store where Jared bought some cold storage items. He also picked up enough ice to keep them fresh until his tiny refrigerator was cold enough to keep them, and Willa also stocked up while they were there. When they finished loading the groceries into his truck, she went to walk around to the passenger side, but Jared gently reached out and grabbed her forearm. “I wouldn’t mind if you sat next to me again,” he told her in his almost-shy, unassuming way. “I kind of enjoyed that myself,” she told him as he took her hand and led her to the driver’s door which he opened for her. She internally flinched when she watched him climb up into the cab knowing it had to be painful. But as always, he didn’t say a word. But he did smile at her once he closed the door then reminded her to put her seatbelt on. “Oh. Right,” she said. Before she could reach for it, Jared was reaching over her. She not only didn’t tell him she could put on a seatbelt, she smiled as his face moved right by hers, a happy smile on it. “All set,” he told her once it clicked. “Thank you,” she said, the smile still there. When he got out of the parking lot, she put her arm through his again, but Jared raised it up and put it around her instead. When he did, Willa leaned over and rested her head on his shoulder as he pulled her close. They barely had time to offload their supplies when a large box-bodied truck from NDSU pulled in. Willa heard the engine, and by the time she got to the front porch, she heard the horn start honking, and it kept honking until it pulled up next to her. The passenger door flung open, and Willa’s friend hopped out. “So you ARE alive!” she said as she ran to give her former, fellow researcher a hug. “Chrissa! It is SO good to see you!” Willa told her before apologizing for not calling. Jared obviously heard the ruckus, too, and as he came walking up, Chrissa saw him then said, “Okay. Now I see why you forgot to call.” Willa knew Jared heard that, and as much as she wanted to deny it, she only smiled before introducing them. “Your girlfriend here is the smartest melittologist I know,” Chrissa told him. “We’re uh, we’re just friends,” he told her as he glanced at Willa. Willa knew that was true, but just hearing him say it, well, stung. It was silly, but it did hurt a little. “Right. Just friends,” she chimed in saying. “Well, let’s get you set up, shall we?” Chrissa said as an undergrad from one of her classes opened the back door of the truck. Willa wanted to ask Jared to take it easy and let them move everything inside, but she knew that would be more hurtful than helpful. Still, she was painfully aware every time he walked up or down the steps or paused to give his leg—or legs—a break. Around 6pm, a police car from Fargo pulled in, and Chrissa’s husband, Don, got out and brought in several pizza boxes before anyone saw him. “Don! Oh, my goodness! How are you?” Willa asked once she spotted him. “Good. And you look great, Willa,” he told her as they hugged. She introduced him to Jared and the guys hit it off immediately. Don was a former Marine, and the two of them swapped ‘war stories’ over a couple of beers out of the case of Budweiser he’d also brought with him. Don had been just 19 years old when his unit, 2nd Battalion, 2nd Marines, fought in the battle of Fallujah. Somehow, he’d it made through the battle without a scratch. Jared had studied the battle and knew more about it than Don did, at least from a textbook point of view. But Jared also knew that no amount of reading could substitute for the real thing, and Don had his full respect and attention. Don knew to stop asking questions as soon as Jared mention getting ‘shot up a little’ and left it at that when Jared quickly ran through his own combat experiences. It was nearly dark before everything was in place and operational, but they did get it all done, and once they did they went back to drinking beer and getting better acquainted. Chrissa was on the old sofa, the only thing large enough for two people, and when Willa sat down beside her she got up. “Jared? Have a seat,” she said with a smile and a glance back at Willa. “Is there something wrong with it?” he asked, not wanting to take the only other soft seat. “Yes. You’re not in it,” she told him quietly as she walked by before proposing a toast. “To finding a cure for CCD!” she said as Willa continued giving her the eye. Everyone drank to it then settled in to talk, and the talking lasted until the beer was nearly gone. “You can’t drive,” Willa told Don and the student, whose name was Jimmy. “Where are we all gonna sleep?” Chrissa asked. “Jimmy can bunk with me,” Jared offered. “Come on, dude. I’ll show you the coolest tiny house you’ve ever seen.” Everyone was fairly toasted, and Chrissa was nearly drunk. “Wait, wait, wait!” she slurred. “Jared? You’re not sleeping with Willa?” “Chrissa! Oh, my...God!” Willa said through her own buzz. “What? It’s obvious you two are hot for each other.” Chrissa turned to Willa and asked, “Am I wrong?” “Honey? We need to get you to bed,” her husband told her as he got up to lend her a hand. “I’m fine,” she insisted. “And I’m also right, aren’t I?” Willa was buzzed but still in control. She looked over at Jared who only smiled as if to say he knew it was the beer talking, and that made her feel better. And yet there was some amount of truth to Chrissa’s words. Willa was just too foggy-brained to sort through it all—whatever ‘it all’ meant. Jared shook hands with Don and went to shake Chrissa’s when she grabbed his hand. “If Willa won’t kiss you, I will!” she said as she pulled him onto her lap. The way he landed sent searing waves of pain from his leg to his brain, and Willa felt sick when she heard him gasp from it and then again when Chrissa kissed him on the mouth. Slowly, Jared began to get up, and when he did, Willa jumped to her feet, put one of his arms around her and helped him stand up while asking if he was okay. “What? What’s going on?” Chrissa asked. The way Willa stared at her shut her up immediately, and no one said another word other than Willa. “Come on. I’ll walk with you,” she told Jared who was leaning on her heavily. “Can I give you a hand?” Jimmy said. “Go open the door for us, would you?” Willa asked. He fast walked toward the little front porch light on the tiny house and Willa stopped to ask how Jared was doing. “Are you really okay?” she asked, barely able to see his face. His arm was still around her, and when he looked at her, he smiled then said, “I am now.” Maybe it was the alcohol, but Willa never moved when he slowly leaned over and softly kissed her. She did kiss back, though, and Jared noticed. “I’m sorry about Chrissa,” she said very quietly. “Don’t be. She’s a little drunk, but she’s also very observant.” Willa’s heart was racing again as she said, “Yes she is, isn’t she?” “I’m ready,” Jared told her after just looking at her for a couple of seconds. “All right. Come on. I got you,” Willa told him. “Yes you do,” Jared replied. The meaning was twofold and Willa understood both, the beer aside. When they got to his front door she asked if he’d be all right. “I will if you don’t forget what happened tonight,” he told her. Jimmy was just inside and feeling like he should leave, and yet he didn’t want to disturb them so he stood there and waited to see what they might do. When Jared put his right hand on Willa’s cheek and kissed her, he looked away, but when he looked back a few seconds later, her arms were around them and they were still kissing. “I won’t,” Willa whispered when the kiss finally ended. “Promise?” Jared asked with a smile. “I promise,” she told him as though she’d just been kissed for the first time in her life. “Thank you. For...helping me.” Knowing how independent Jared was those words meant more to her than anything he’d ever said to her. “I...I’m glad you let me,” she told him as they held each others hands. Willa let go and Jared wished her a goodnight. “You, too,” she said very quietly before heading back. “You’re not gonna mention that to Chrissa, right?” Jared said to Jimmy when he walked in. Jimmy was maybe 20 years old and at least six inches shorter and rather shy. He’d only ever called Chrissa ‘doctor’ and her last name, but he understood. “No. Not a word,” he nervously agreed. “Great. You can have the top bunk if that’s okay,” Jared told him knowing it would be. Without any need to move he pointed to where the bathroom was and with that the ‘orientation’ was over. Jared popped two pills before laying down and in spite of the residual pain he was still experiencing, he smiled as he lay there waiting for sleep to come. Don had to be on duty at 6am left around 4:30 just as Jared was getting up. With Jimmy sound asleep, Jared went out and set on the front steps and took in the silence of the early morning. To his very pleasant surprise, Willa’s front door opened around 5:30 and as she got closer, Jared saw she was carrying two cups of coffee, and that made him smile. She said good morning, handed him a cup then asked if she could sit down. “I haven’t had that much to drink since college,” she began. “Oh?” Jared replied before taking a sip. “My head is pounding, and I’m hoping the Tylenol I took will kick in here soon.” “Are you telling me you regret what happened last night?” Jared quietly asked. “I don’t know,” Willa replied. “Maybe I’m giving you a chance to back out based on my rather inebriated state.” “Does that mean you think I’m looking for an excuse to pretend last night didn’t happen?” “What other reason could there be for it?” “I’m not following,” Jared told her. “Do you know I’ll be 40 years old in a few months?” she quietly said without looking at him. “No, I didn’t know that,” he replied just as quietly. “And my whole life revolves around bees, so I’m not exactly a lot of fun.” “So you’ve moved on from ‘it was the beer’ to ‘you can’t actually have feelings for me because I’m really, really old and not a party girl’. I see.” Willa looked over at him and said, “Be serious, Jared. There are just too many differences between us.” “Are you trying to convince me or convince yourself?” “I hate it when you do that,” she told him as she looked away. “Is that because if forces you to confront your feelings? Feelings you know you have but don’t want to admit even exist because you’re afraid you’ll get hurt again?” “My ex-fiancé and I had very little in common, and I swore I’d never get involved with anyone who wasn’t a lot like me.” “And yet here I am in the middle of nowhere taking care of bees.” He paused then said, “Or I will be starting tomorrow.” “Right. Mr. Dyer’s bringing them tonight after it gets dark.” “Willa?” he said then waited until she looked at him. “I don’t want a party girl. I want someone who’s committed to being committed. For life. And I need someone who knows what happened to me and doesn’t see me as....” “Disabled?” she said without judgment. Jared smiled at her then continued talking. “I have some baggage from everything I’ve been through. That’s a given. I’ve lost a lot of weight, and maybe I’m not that much to look at. But it’s also made me someone who appreciates the smallest little things. Like just being alive. Or having a....” He smiled at her again then said, “A very, very, tiny house. Or an incredibly intelligent, very kind, caring, and beautiful neighbor I can trust.” “First of all, thank you, but it’s not like I don’t find you attractive, too, Jared. So please don’t sell yourself short where looks are concerned. I mean, in spite of what you’ve been through, you’re so young and...handsome...while I’m...almost 40.” Willa managed a smile and Jared just let her talk. “I love that you feel you can trust me, and my fear of being hurt again aside, I feel like I can trust you, too. In fact, in a way, I’m kind of trusting you with my life just being out here.” He knew that was true not because he was any kind of threat, but in the sense of him being a kind of security guard for her. “And as far as, you know, what happened to you over there, I can only say it really changed the way I see you.” “For the good or...something else?” he asked. “Let’s just say you went from being a trust-fund kid to someone I see as an incredibly brave man that I...look up to.” When she said that, she actually did look up to him, and after their eyes met, Jared smiled at her then leaned down to kiss when the front door opened. He quickly pulled back just as Jimmy said ‘good morning’. Jared and Willa said it back to him, and Jimmy asked if Doctor Chrissa was awake yet, daring to use her first name. “No, and she may not be up for a good while yet,” Willa told him. “Yeah, she had a pretty good time last night, didn’t she?” Jimmy said as tactfully as he could. “You don’t have to wait for her, Jimmy. One of us can take her home later on. You’re welcome to stay, but don’t feel like you have to,” Jared told him. “I kinda would like to get out here. This place gives me the creeps.” Both Jared and Willa laughed as he got up and told them he was going to go ahead and leave. They thanked him for all of his help getting the lab equipment set up then said goodbye. A minute later, he fired up the big box-bodied van and turned it around. He waved on the way out, and once the engine noise was gone, it was eerily quiet. “So?” Jared asked maybe a minute later. “Honestly? I think I’m afraid.” “Not of me, I hope.” “No. Not of you, just...what you could do to me,” she told him as she stared straight ahead. “Willa?” he said again waiting for her to look at him. When she did, he smiled like he’d done before then told her, “I will never hurt you.” “But...what if I...hurt you?” she asked. “Knowing what I know now, I would still have gone in the Navy and then through SEAL training, and I would also willingly go back to Afghanistan.” Willa did her best to smile as she waited to hear the rest of what he had to say. “And while every relationship carries with it the possibility of getting hurt, I won’t ever let fear control my life. So were you to one day tell me you no longer want to see me, it would be...pretty awful. But I would be grateful for whatever good times we may have had before then and focus on that and not on the breakup.” “You are without doubt the strongest, most courageous man I’ve ever met,” Willa told him. “But?” Jared replied with a smile, wondering if a ‘but’ was coming. “No ‘but’, just an observation.” “I’m listening.” “Well, I can’t help but believe that one day, you’ll realize how much older I am than you are and....” When she looked away, Jared set his cup down, then put his arm around her. “I told you I will never hurt you, Willa.” Again, he waited for her to look at him. When she did, he asked her, “Did you not believe me?” “I...I want to,” she said just above a whisper. “It’s true,” Jared whispered back as he leaned closer and kissed her again. When their lips parted, Willa quietly said, “I believe you.” When he smiled at her again she asked, “So now what?” “Now we start doing what we came here for. But first you need to take your friend home.” “Yes. Right. She’s probably going to be hurting even more than me.” “I think she had six beers last night.” “If that’s true, she’s going to need some TLC,” Willa told him. “I should be there when she wakes up.” “See? Kind and caring,” Jared said as they stood up together. “Are you really sure about this?” Willa asked as they looked at one another. “Uh-huh. Very sure.” She smiled at him then said, “Me, too,” before kissing him one more time before heading back the cabin. Chrissa woke up around 9:30 with a splitting headache. Willa offered her Tylenol with some milk, then suggested her friend drink as much water as she could stand and take a hot shower. Chrissa was feeling a little better when she finished with the shower, and Willa asked if she felt like eating. “No way. Just the thought makes me want to....” “Okay. Fair enough. Just let me know when you’re ready to leave.” “Now is fine,” she said. “I just hate having to face Jared again after last night.” “Oh, stop! I’m sure he’s seen a whole lot worse than that.” Chrissa looked at her friend then said, “You really like him, don’t you?” Willa looked away then turned back and said, “Is it that obvious?” “As obvious as it is that I had way too much to drink last night.” “After all he’s been through, I don’t think seeing you get a little tipsy will even register on his radar.” Chrissa stopped in with Willa and said goodbye on her way out and apologized for her ‘lushness’, and that made Jared laugh. “I’m not only glad to meet you, I know Willa loves having a friend nearby. And you and Don are welcome anytime.” Chrissa turned to Willa and said, “It sounds like Jared is speaking for both of you.” Her friend smiled at her then moved next to Jared and took his hand before saying, “I kind of like that.” Chrissa smiled, and in spite of her aching head, said, “I knew it!” They all laughed, hugged, then said goodbye. “I’ll be back soon, okay?” Willa told Jared as Chrissa watched. When Willa kissed him, she smiled but didn’t say anything until they got back in the truck. “He is SO cute!” Chrissa told her friend. “And so young!” “Don’t remind me, okay?” Willa said before Chrissa laughed then put a hand on her forehead as though it would stop the pain. “Listen, if I wasn’t crazy in love with my husband, I’d be playing around with all these hot, young undergraduates. I won’t, but you’re not married.” Chrissa realized what she’d just said then apologized. “Don’t. If whats-his-name hadn’t dumped me, I’d have never met Jared,” Willa told her. Jared spent the first few hours after Willa got back letting her explain what the lab equipment was and what it did. He asked a lot of questions that showed he wasn’t just listening but also understood a fair amount of it. That he did only made her feel better about the decision she’d made to open her heart to this younger man, and she told him so. “We have even more in common now, huh?” he told her as he put his arms around her. Willa smiled at him and told him she agreed. But almost as soon as she did, she made a face. “What’s wrong?” Jared asked. “You um...you don’t smell so good again.” “Wait. I just took a shower here....” “You need another one,” she told him with a very different kind of look in her eyes. “I do, huh?” he asked as he smiled at her. “Yes. You really do.” “So...should I go back to my place and take one?” “You could. Or...you could stay here and take another one.” She smiled happily then added, “With me.” “Gee. Let’s see. Alone at my place, or....hmmm. Tough call.” “It better not be or I made a very bad decision this morning,” she told him, unable to stop smiling. “And what decision did you make?” he asked as though he had no idea. “You’re way too smart to play dumb,” Willa told him. “Now get undressed and get in the shower.” Jared laughed and said, “Aye, aye, Captain!” The water had just gotten hot when Willa stepped in and joined him. There was barely enough room for them to turn around, but neither of them complained. They kissed and touched one another for a good while before Willa grabbed the bar of soap and a washcloth and began scrubbing his body. She’d only gotten a short glimpse of what she knew she’d be seeing close up. But even when she saw it, it didn’t have the effect she thought it might. The burns were as awful as the scars, but as she very gently washed them, always asking if it was too hard or hurting him, she could only think about the kind of man he was. By the time he finished doing the same to her body, Willa knew she was falling in love with him, scars and all. And when he entered her a few moments later she gave herself to him completely, giving no thought to anything other than who he was and how much she cared for him. Jared had already fallen for her the day before but wouldn’t admit it to himself until he saw the way she looked at him when they made love. He didn’t mention it for fear he’d scare her away, but there was no doubt in his mind he was in love with this older woman he thought was more beautiful than any woman he’d ever known. As they dried off, Willa started laughing and Jared asked her what was so funny. “Remember when you told me you thought I might have seen something else when I saw you in the shower? Something else you said was very tiny?” “Ah, right! I do remember that,” he told her. She turned around, let her towel fall to the floor, then said, “Let me assure you, it is NOT tiny.” Jared let his fall, too, and smiled when she looked down at ‘him’. “Yeah? So...no complaints?” “Only one,” she told him as she tried not to laugh. “Yes?” “I’m not very happy that we’re not in bed together right now. Other than that....” Jared knew he could pick her up, but he also knew that doing so would cause him a lot of pain. So instead of doing that, he pointed to the bed and asked her why she wasn’t laying on it waiting for him. “Are you ordering me to bed, sir?” she asked as though she were a little girl in trouble. “That I am, Missy,” he told her. Somehow she didn’t laugh as she tried her best to salute him then, just like him, said, “Aye, aye, Captain!” before laying down and laughing. Jared sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her, and that made Willa ask if he was hurting. “No. I just wanted to sit here and take in how beautiful you are for a little while,” he told her so seriously it nearly made her tear up. She thought about making a joke about her age or not really being very pretty, but Jared made her believe that she was like someone else once had, but this time it was very different. “Thank you,” she said very sweetly as she held out a hand. As he gingerly found his way on top of her, Willa looked into his eyes and told him, “I’m still afraid.” “Why?” Jared asked with real concern. “Are you having second thoughts?” “Uh-huh,” Willa told him with a shake of her head. “I’m afraid because I think I’m already falling in love with you.” When he didn’t say anything, she said, “How’s that for foolishness?” “If it is, then I’m an idiot because that’s exactly how I feel about you/” She could tell he was serious, and once she knew it she reached for him and said, “Make love to me again. Please?” When the bees arrived that night, even Mr. Dyer could tell something was different with the two people with whom he’d done business. He was in his golden years, but he wasn’t blind. The laughter, the teasing, and the occasional touching told him this unlikely pair had become a couple. He wasn’t interested in their personal lives, so he didn’t say anything. He was just thankful to be rid of the bees he’d loved for so many years and that had provided a lot of honey—and money—or his family. “I’m really glad you two kids are taking our bees,” he told Willa both after the hives were all in place. “We promise to take good care of them,” Willa assured him. By speaking for both of them, she helped confirm his unspoken suspicions. “And uh, I’m really sorry about the mix up. You know, with me selling a couple of the hives and all.” “As it turns out, Jared and I have kind of agreed to be partners. Where the bees are concerned.” He walked up just in time to hear her last sentence then asked, “Just where the bees are concerned?” The way she smiled at him also told Milton Dyer more than a thousand words could have as he said it was time to get back home. “Good luck to you findin’ a cure, young lady,” he said to Willa. “That’s been my dream for years,” she told him. Mr. Dyer pretended not to notice when she took the younger man’s hand. But he did hear her say, “Now I have other things to dream about, as well.” He just tipped his ball cap to her, then shook their hands and wished them all the best. “He’s a nice man,” Willa said as he drove away. “So you’re not still upset about him selling the hives to me?” Jared asked as he turned to face her. Willa put her arms around his neck and shook her head. “No. Not one little bit,” she said as she pulled Jared close and kissed him. “You ready for bed?” he asked. “Your place or mine?” Willa sweetly replied. “It’s along walk back to the cabin. How about we give the tiny house a try?” “I think I can live with that,” she said before kissing him again. “I do have electricity and running water, you know.” “Yes, but I’ve seen the thing you call a shower. Can you even fit in there by yourself?” she asked as though she cared. “Sure,” Jared told her. “If I duck down a little. And if I don’t turn around.” Willa’s laugh echoed through the night air as she said, “If you take me inside, I’ll let you duck...me.” Jared tried not to laugh but couldn’t help it. “That was bad,” he told as they walked inside. “Yes, but I’m very good, huh?” He laughed again and said, “Oh yes you are!” The next morning Willa was up early with Jared and out with the bees checking on them. She had a thousand things to look at as potential causes of CCD and couldn’t wait to get started. Mr. Dyer told them he’d left several of the hives with honeycombs fat with product, so Jared used one of the smoke canisters that came with the deal to calm them down and check each one. He carefully recorded the number of slats in each hive and how many were full of honey knowing he’d need to harvest it and take into town to have it processed. The honey would provide a modest amount of cash, but the real money was in pollination, but the lure of money seemed trivial now in comparison with spending time with Willa. Almonds needed to be pollinated in early Spring, so while there was still time to go places other than California for almonds and ‘rent out’ his bees, Jared had no interest in doing so. Besides, Spring would come around again in less than a year, and with his income from the VA, he had more than enough to live on. With the extra money they could make from selling the honey in all of the hives in the colony, it would be more than enough for two people to live on quite comfortably in this part of the country. So for now, the only thing Jared wanted to do was be with this beautiful, older woman he was falling in love with. After a month of going back and forth between the cabin and the tiny house, Willa proposed something that made a lot of sense. “I could really use some extra lab space,” she said one evening. “And if we were to say...live in the tiny house...we could use the the rest of the cabin for that.” “So are you suggesting we move in together?” Jared said while trying not to laugh since they were essentially doing that already. “Unless you need a break from me,” Willa said, knowing the answer before she brought it up. “Not hardly. But you know how tiny that tiny little house is, and it’ll get tinier the longer we stay in it.” “It won’t be forever, right?” Willa said as she nuzzled up to him. “Hey! Are you trying to break up with me?” Jared teased, keeping the whole shtick going. Against her better judgment, she said, “I actually like the sound of forever where you’re concerned.” “Yeah?” Jared replied with a smile as she continued nuzzling. “Uh-huh. A lot.” He pulled away then looked right at her and said, “Me, too.” When she smiled at him, Jared reached out and touched her face and, for the first time, said, “I love you, Willa.” She’d wanted to say those words herself for several weeks, and she wanted to hear them even more. And when they finally came, they touched her so deeply she teared up once they were said. “I love you, too, Jared.” She kissed him then said, “With all my heart.” He got very serious then said, “You must. I mean, if you’re willing to move into the Shoebox with me....” They’d been calling it that for the last few days, and Willa laughed when he said it. “Yes. That is very strong evidence of just how much I love you,” she agreed as she carefully pulled him down on top of her. “But before we do, maybe we should de-christen the cabin. You know, for good luck.” The bees thrived in their new location and filled every slat with honey several times over before the colder weather arrived. Jared not only harvested it, he proved to be a fast learner where Willa’s work was concerned and contributed as much to the effort as he could. There were also many days spent in one of the labs at NDSU where Willa had access to equipment and more powerful computers than those at the cabin. She was also able to collaborate with Chrissa and other scientists who helped analyze the data and make suggestions. In October, Jared’s dad flew to Fargo to finally meet this older woman his son had been raving about, and although he had to stay in a motel due to space limitations, he spent more than enough time with them to understand why his son loved this most unlikely choice of women. It was clear they had the kind of connection he and his late wife had once had, and in spite of the difference in their ages, he told them they had his blessing before he left. In early December, Don and Chrissa, who were staying in Fargo, agreed to watch the hives for a week so that Willa could bring Jared home to Kansas and meet her family. They’d Skyped many times, and they’d ‘met’ Jared that way and seen him in the Shoebox during those times when only Willa talked with them. Her parents were understandably cool to the idea, but that changed after they met him. Willa had never really said much about his time as a Navy SEAL, but once her father learned about what had happened and got to know Jared, his attitude changed very quickly. Her mother took a while longer to come around, but she, too, couldn’t help but like the very intelligent, humble young man who loved her daughter. Vicki liked him from the moment they met, and told her sister, “If only you’d known, right? You could have passed on the...ass...and won the gold medal on your first run!” Willa remembered laughing then asking her sister how many sayings the mangled at once and got a laugh and a hug back. The day before they left for Fargo, Jared proposed to the older woman he loved after dinner. He’d already approached her parents and gotten their approval, and Willa’s mom had even gone with him to look for a ring earlier that day. The day after they returned home, they stopped by the Dyer’s house. The older couple had intended to leave the cold north, but in the end, they just couldn’t say goodbye to the house they’d lived in for over 40 years. But they did part with two female pups that were fully weened and ready for a life together with owners who would love them dearly and who had plenty of land where they could play. When the first hint of Spring came, families flew in from the east and the west and made their way out to the property where the cabin, the Shoebox, and the bees were for an outdoor wedding. It was a simple ceremony, but there wasn’t a pair of dry eyes when Jared kissed his wife after the new couple said their vows. By then Willa had several volumes worth of data to analyze, and she agreed to drive to California with her husband and their dogs where they would spend a month letting the bees do their thing while they had a kind of working honeymoon. The amount of money they made by using the entire colony was enough to make a downpayment on a new house. The only question was where to build. But that question was answered before it was asked, as both of them knew they wanted to build their own home on the land they loved and where they’d met. And because it was kind of halfway between Seattle and Manhattan—Kansas—it made even more sense. So before the cold weather returned, the Crislers moved into their brand new home. It was just 1,600 square feet, but after having lived in the Shoebox, it felt like a palace. And because they no longer needed the tiny house, they were able to sell it and move it to the new buyer’s chosen location. It wasn’t much of a play on words to say that life was sweet for Jared and Willa Crisler who spent their days doing something they not only loved but something that was important for everyone on earth. That they were able to live and love together just made life that much sweeter. But the most wonderful thing of all was when, just before Willa turned 43, she gave birth to a healthy little girl they named Victoria Beatrice Crisler in honor of Willa’s sister and best friend. But the name that stuck was Bea, or more often—Bee—a reminder of the way their love they had...blossomed...since that time when Jared nearly scared her death when she pulled up to the cabin.
100 Years in Purgatory Ch. 04	10,339	4.57	1,617,388	[ "werewolf", "fantasy", "ghost", "nonhuman" ]	Note; Beautiful young Alpha 4 and 100 years in Purgatory are the same story. The omniscient tells over version, and JT tells the other. Greetings one and all, I'm JT, short for Jon Thomas. I'm over 150 years old. As a mortal I worked for enterprising ladies who sought to sell their most personal and private possession. I would coordinate, facilitate and if necessary intimidate on these ladies behalf. I worked the streets in London England, in Brothels of the old American west, and finally in a 20th Century Cathouse in a southern state in America, where my life ended abruptly due to three gunshot wounds to my upper torso. I thought of myself as a personal assistant. Unfortunately, when I arrived at the pearly gates Saint Peter called me a pimp and sent me to purgatory. I've been stuck in Purgatory for the last ten decades. In order to redeem myself for having taken advantage of these poor delicate flowers and earn my way into heaven I have served as a protector for sexually adventurous women, ensuring that they are kept safe while they seek to satisfy their carnal cravings. \~\~\~ What's up everybody? Here's what's going on with me. I recently got an appointment from Saint Peter that I wasn't excited about, but I tried to make the best of it. If you have read my other reports you know about Sharon, the divorcee who was getting her whore on. I was working on another update on the stuff she was doing, when she found herself a new man. All of a sudden she developed morals and values, and quit the Slut life cold turkey. I'll never figure women out. Since then I'd been having a slow couple of months, so Saint Peter found other things for me to do. The other day he called me onto his cloud and said, "How would you like to spend some time in Gum Swamp Creek?" "Where?" was all I was able to say before he cut me off, and continued to speak. He said, "My friend Luna, the moon goddess, has asked me to have someone fix a problem her new female Werewolf Alpha is having with a witch. Well you can imagine how surprised I was. "You know Luna?" I asked incredulously. I shut my mouth when he shot me a look. I cleared my throat, and then said, "Nothing, sir." Then I left it alone, and moved on. Then I started to complain about having to deal with Werewolves and witches, but when I saw his expression I shut-up again. Pete closed his eyes and shook his head, and then he said, "You're afraid. Oh ye of little faith. Do you doubt the power you have access to? "Take this work order and go do your job." I just raised an eyebrow, frowned and then said, "Yes sir." Even with Pete's assurances I still didn't feel good about the assignment. Supernatural creatures give me the creeps, but I had my marching orders. The good news was, I was permitted to shift into human, Werewolf, or Werecat form when I was with anyone associated with the Wolf pack, since officially I was working for Luna. If an opportunity presented itself, I could have some fun with the she-wolves, and she-cats in the pack. \~\~\~ So here I am at seven thirty a m, sitting on the roof of the Alpha's mansion, while Julie is painting her nails, and pampering herself before she goes to work. I have to give credit where credit is due though, these Werewolves and Werecats live in luxury. This place is laid out. The lawn looks like a carpet, the landscaping is on point, and that courtyard and pool looks like something you'd see at a high end resort. I'm not crazy about getting involved with Witches, Werewolves and Werecats, but at least I'm gonna be living in style for a couple if days, and I haven't even mentioned, Julie is hot. I had about an hour until my host; someone named Alex was scheduled to pick me up somewhere on highway twenty three. I would be posing as a hitchhiker. I don't know why we needed to meet that way, but that's what my orders were. It probably has something to do with the fact that Saint Peter is a big fan of private investigator television shows. That guy can be so lame sometimes. Regardless I had time to go have a look at all the creatures in the pack. The first person within the pack, my work order suggested I investigate, was this old wolf named Amanda, just to be sure she wasn't the one causing all this trouble. \~ In an instant I was in her bedroom, just in time to watch her getting dressed. She was standing in front of a full length mirror as naked as the day she was born. And damn, what a big fine ass she had. She might be older, and her ass was seriously big, but she still looked good. I have a weakness for big round titties and a fat hairy pussy. She had both. I could already see it was going to be tough staying focused on the job I was here to do. The next thing I noticed though, was she was talking or maybe she was chanting to someone in her mirror. I was happy the mirror didn't speak back to her. I know Pete said I was the most powerful force in pack territory, but I still didn't like dealing with voodoo. Right before I left, I took a deep breath to scent her pussy. It smelled delicious I think. It was hard to tell with that rose scented candle she had burning. \~ Next I popped in on the two Omega couples. I wasn't expecting to have much, if any contact with them, but their names tickled me. I went to Fred and Wilma Flinstons' first. They were in the kitchen fixing breakfast, and chatting, but Fred called her Betty. Fred was a tall dark skinned man with bowed legs and a big gut. Wilma was short and thick, top to bottom. Based on their scent, I could tell they were wolves. There wasn't anything going on, at their place, so I moved on. I wondered why Fred had called her Betty though. \~ Next was Barney and Betty Ruble's place. The scene at the Rubles was similar to the Flinstons. They were also a pair of older wolves, eating breakfast. Barney was short, stocky and muscular. Betty was also a thick woman. They all seemed pleasant enough, but the same thing happened here as it had at the Flinstons. Barney had called his wife Wilma. I wondered if they were swingers. \~ When I made it to Del and Marta's home, they were still in bed. Being the sports fan that I am, I was excited to see Del Demps, since he was a retired NFL player. As soon as I saw the strange pattern of lumps and bumps under the bed covers, I realized they were fucking. Del's huge body completely covered Marta's, except for her legs which were open wide. The big man was giving Marta's pussy a good thrashing, and she was asking for more. She was saying, "Oh yes, tear it up baby. Give it all to me. Pound my pussy baby. Oh my Luna, your little dick is so damn good to me. I love you so much baby." I shook my head and smiled. People's kinks never cease to amaze me. I guess these to are into little dick humiliation. Whatever they're into, it must work because he had that bed creaking with every powerful thrust. He was seriously dropping the hammer on her. They went at it like that for a few minutes, until Del rose up on his knees and threw back the covers. My favorite scent quickly filled my nose. Marta's pussy scent smelled fresh and clean. He put her legs on his shoulders and started hammering her pussy hard and fast. She was sopping wet, and making the smacking sound I love to hear when I'm fucking someone. Moments later both of them came, first Marta then Del. They let out a howl of satisfaction. Del rolled off of her, and laid splayed on his back. His thick cock was covered in a creamy mixture of Marta's juices and his cum. Her pussy was gaping open, and cum was running down onto her ass. She was breathing hard and grinning when she said, "Oh my Luna. Del I love what you do to me. Don't ever stop fucking me baby. Lay there a minute baby, let me clean you up." She was on her knees with Del's cock in her mouth when I realized, I'd spent more time there than I'd planned. "That was pretty fucking hot," I thought. By the time I made it back to the Alpha's mansion, the four younger women were already dressed. Two of them were eating cereal, and the other two had left their apartment. "Damn it," I cursed at myself. I wanted to watch them wash their pussies before they got dressed. I'd make a point to watch them Saturday morning. But back to the task at hand, I hadn't seen, heard or smelled anything suspicious in anybody else's space. Playing detective isn't my thing, but with everybody going about their day, I decided to do some more investigating. I almost didn't want to find anything weird going on. I mean, I was among Werewolves and Werecats, what could be weirder than that, When I floated through the old part of the Alpha's mansion I felt a force field repelling me when I was near the pictures hanging above the fireplace. There was definitely something not quite right here. I'd already heard Amanda chanting and talking to her mirror, and my work order says a rose scented candle is a main ingredient in sexual desire spells. What the hell do I know about witches? "Hopefully that shaman can help me sort that out." I thought. Sex and breaking kneecaps is my area of expertise. \~\~\~ I was hoping that this Alex person could tell me who the witches were, so I could dispose of them, and get out of here. At approximately eight fifteen a m, a beautiful woman with a killer body pulled her motorcycle to the shoulder of the road where I had just materialized in my most swagger-licious form. I stood six foot four, and two hundred and forty pounds. I gave her a big confident smile, and offered her my hand to shake. After a long moment of staring with her mouth open, she spoke to me. I detected a hint of a British accent when she said, "Hello, I'm Alex. Nice to meet you, JT," as we shook hands. Using a voice I was sure she would associate with an Alpha male in her world, I said, "Hello Alex. I'm pleased to meet you as well." She licked her lips, then smacked them before she said, "Hop on, let me take you for a ride." I stared at her and then said, "Look at you, and then look at me. I'm twice as big as you, how is this going to work?" Alex grinned at me and then repeated herself, when she said, "Hop on, let me take you for a ride." The look on her face was animalistic. Then she said, "Keep your feet on the footrest. Put your arms around me and hold me tight." When I embraced her from behind, she snuggled backwards into me. My left arm was around her stomach, and my right arm was across her breasts. We took off like a bat out of hell. I held onto her tighter. I have a feeling that's what she wanted me to do. We rode a few miles further along highway twenty-three, before we turned onto the Gum Swamp Creek Parkway. Someone at the department of transportation must have had a sense of humor. The parkway consisted of one lane. When she put the hammer down and zoomed along the narrow road, I held onto her so tight until her soft ass was pressed against my dick. We rode in that position for a mile or so until we pulled up in front of the U shaped Alpha's mansion, in the center of a compound with about a dozen houses scattered about. Julie, Angel, and Darby were outside waiting for us. When Alex and I climbed off of her bike, I crossed my hands in front of me because my dick was as hard as a rock. She and Julie hugged each other a long time, and even kissed each other on the mouth. After they were done loving on each other, Julie introduced Alex to Angel and Darby. Alex then introduced me to Julie, Angel and Darby. Since I'm a spirit I have no scent, but I wanted to put everyone at ease, so I used a little magic of my own. I made my scent smell like a wolf to the Werewolf women, and the Werecats would scent cat when they sniffed me. Just before we walked inside Alex whispered into Julie's ear saying, "Damn Jules, it smells like a cat-house around here?" Then she laughed. The other women heard her, and i could see they were embarrassed, but it was probably because they knew I'd heard what she said too. I kept a straight face and kept walking, but I could smell the scent of arousal from each of them including Alex, and my nuts were starting to respond. \~ My mind was taken off my nuts briefly, when we walked through the parlor, past the paintings hanging above the fireplace. I felt that same sensation again. There was some type of force pushing me away. Julie paused for a moment to tell Alex that the two people in the paintings were her parents. During the couple of minutes we were in the parlor, the scent from the women's pussies had gotten even stronger. \~ By the time we were sitting in Julie's office, their scent was starting to get to me. I couldn't wait until I could change back to spirit form. I needed to recharge my self control. I was having a hard time focusing when Alex took the floor and gave me a big-time introduction. She said, "He's a bad-ass kind of angel, one who hits people in the ass with lightning bolts, so forth and so on. "He was sent by Luna to help me destroy the witches who are attacking y'all." "The witches would be able to sense that I was coming for them, and they'd probably kill me before I ever got close." "They can't see, touch, taste, hear, scent, or even sense JT's presence if he doesn't want them to." "Now all we have to do is find them, and he will help destroy them without their knowing what hit them." When she finished talking, she looked at me and waited for me to say something. In fact all eyes were on me. They were waiting for the profound words that were about to come out of the mouth of an angel. But I couldn't speak. The scent from all of those hot pussies had finally gotten to me. The brain in my head was losing the battle with the brain in my dick. I was at the outer limits of my self-control. When I'm a spirit, inhaling the scent of pussy is just a guilty pleasure, but when I was in the form of a supernatural beast, I was struggling with my sexual urges just like any other male would. Sitting there with four gorgeous women, while smelling the musky aroma of pussy from all of them, finally broke my resolve. I needed to call on a higher power to get me through this crisis. I made a mental call to Saint Peter, and wouldn't you know it, after one, two, three rings, he still hadn't picked up his direct prayer line. The last thing I wanted to have to do, was call his boss, and ask him to give me strength to overcome my urge to fuck all four of these women right now. Thankfully he picked up on the fourth ring, one more and it would have gone to voicemail. "What is it JT," he asked, sounding very annoyed. Right then and there I knew I'd stepped in it, so I got real humble real fast and said, "Saint Peter I'm calling to ask you to lift me up, and give me the willpower to resist this temptation that is surrounding me." "I don't want to do wrong, but I just can't help myself." Saint Peter wasn't having it though, he said, "JT, you can't be serious. After a hundred years in purgatory, you still can't control your urge for pussy. "How are you ever going to get out of here, and become a full-time angel?" "Say ten hail Mary." Just before the line went dead I heard a woman say, "Pete come back to bed, I'm getting cold." I could have sworn it was Luna's voice I heard. I was still trying to wrap my head around that, when I heard Julie's voice calling me. She said, "JT, I know you can smell our scent, and I'm sorry about that, but that's what the five of us have been experiencing the last few days. "We're in a constant state of arousal, but the amulets we're wearing, help us maintain control." Today had been the worst day so far, I ordered the mated couples to stay in their homes, and so the men wouldn't be around us." "I'm sure this must be difficult for you." Then she got emotional before she said, "I believe someone is trying to destroy my pack by using sex." I cleared my throat and then said, "Considering the situation that exists here today, it does look that way, but it's not. "Luna had me do an investigation into that. I found that some Alphas would be more than happy to see your pack fail, before you can put your plan into motion, for becoming a champion for women's rights in the supernatural world." "But they aren't trying to destroy your pack? If they wanted to do that, they'd just have your throat torn out." I believe you're being attacked by the same witch who cast spells on your mother and father's pack." "That's why I'm here, to help you deal with these witches, and to give you the opportunity to do your work on behalf of supernatural women." "I think you're being attacked in at least two ways." "The first is by Amanda. I'm assuming she was casting a spell. My guess is the witch has put a hex on the full length mirror, she has in her bedroom to bewitch her." "The second is by the portraits of your parents. I think they are casting a spell somehow." "But the only evidence I have that points to the portraits, is that I couldn't get close to them, but that might be because of what I am. "Alex, tell me something," I said. "When you stopped to look at the portrait of Julie's parents, did you feel anything?" Alex smiled and then said, "Yeah, I felt like I wanted to fuck." Then she stared at me a long time and bit her bottom lip. Julie glared at her, and then spoke to her through their bond. I would love to know what she said. Whatever it was, it made Alex smile. I had to keep my mind on business, so I turned to Julie next and asked if she'd noticed anything unusual when she was in the parlor. She had plenty to say, she said, "I've been replaying in my mind a lot of feelings, and thoughts I've had since I've moved here, that I'd never had before. "I lived in that house for a few months, and I spent a lot of time in that parlor. Is that why I've become so attracted to girls? Oh my Luna." She said, holding her face in her hands. Alex got up and gave Julie a hug. Angel sat on the floor beside her feet, and then she began to rub against her legs. After Alex had rolled another chair over and sat next to Julie, I continued after I exhaled. I don't have normal emotions, but I felt for her. I looked at Darby and Angel, and then said, "Angel, Darby how about you two, have those portraits had any effect on you? Darby shook her head and then said, "I don't think I've ever seen those portraits before today, but I'm a healer and I always wear an amulet, so I would have been protected if I had. Then she said, 'You know what, I take that back, I didn't notice the portraits but I was in the parlor when we had our first meeting as a pack. I remember being so horny for the next couple of days, I had to do a chant to make myself cool down." Suddenly a light bulb turned on in Angels head, then she said, "Boss I remember how much we flirted, when we were sitting in the parlor, the first time I visited you. "The next time I was in there was for our first pack meeting. I don't think I cooled down since." Everyone laughed with her. "I hadn't been back in there until today though." I stared at Angel for a long moment and thought about the things I could do to her before I said, "Based on what y'all have said, it's very possible the portraits are being used to bewitch the pack." "I can tell y'all this, the scent from all four of you got stronger when we were in the parlor." "Please excuse my French, but I wanted to fuck y'all so bad until I had to call on Saint Peter for the strength to control myself." Julie exhaled heavily and then her shoulders drooped, that was the last thing she wanted to hear. I could see she was feeling sorry for herself. Her pity party lasted only for a moment. I guess there is some truth to the stuff I read about the inner strength of an Alpha. She looked at me with determination and said, "What is your plan? How are you going to destroy them?" But I looked at her shaking my head and smiling, and then said, "I'm not. I'm an angel, and I will not take a life. It's going to be done by Alex, with help from your pack, under your leadership Madame Alpha." When I told her that, she looked like she'd been punched in the gut, but to her credit she didn't throw another pity party this time, instead she took a breath and then asked, "How do you suggest we go about destroying them?" I kinda chuckled and said, "Funny you should ask me that. I just happen to have a plan, but I'm not sure you're going to like it. Unfortunately my boss watches a lot of TV, and he's a big fan of cop shows. His suggestion is for your pack to go undercover, make the witch think she has won. Once she thinks she has y'all under control, hopefully she will let her guard down and show herself. When she does Alex will whack her." Julie looked at Alex, and then she looked at me, she didn't look convinced that I had a good plan. I looked at the other women, and they were all looking around at each other, and then I said, "Tell me what you're thinking." Finally Julie spoke, she said, "You're suggesting that we do the freaky sexual stuff Amanda talks about, as well as the things I've seen in my dreams, right?" She was looking at Angel and Darby as she spoke. I cleared my throat and then said, "Yes, that's pretty much what I'm suggesting. If Pete says that's the way to go, it probably is." Everyone was quiet until Julie stood up and said, "Doing that would be pretty intense, I need to think about it. This would be a good time for a run. Let's meet at the sparring pit in fifteen minutes. \~\~\~ The women were excited about going for a run, but I wanted to take a pass. Alex explained how the running thing worked for them. I knew they were shape shifters, but when I really thought about seeing it happen, I said, "What the hell? Why not?" I watched while all the women stripped naked, and one by one they began to shift. Darby, Alex, and Julie were all super fit, and Darby had some serious muscles. Barb was slender with shaggy hair and a flat chest. She's cute but she could have been mistaken for a boy, but I could smell her womanly scent. Ashley was small at barely five feet tall. She had plenty curves though, and she's a fine looking little cat. Angel was as impressive naked as I'd imagined she'd be. What a perfect ass she had. When she shifted into her big Bengal tiger, I was impressed. As soon as they'd all shifted, they realized, the heat they felt as women wasn't there when they were in their wolf. That was good news, but now it was time for the bad news for me, I had to shift. I did like Julie had told me, and imagined myself as a wolf. It took me a few minutes to do it, but I did it. I was a big mostly black wolf. Suddenly I was looking at the world around me while standing only four feet tall, it was weird. Looking at my fur and my paws was surreal. I was still checking myself out when I heard Julie's voice in my head. I guess she was using her Alpha powers. She said, "C'mon JT, let's run. During the following three hours we ran and played and had fun. We would run for a while, and then we'd stop, wrestle, and nip at each other with our teeth. I've never had so much fun. Alex's wolf started the sex-play. She began to sniff and lick my wolf's sheath and balls, before she'd quickly run away. After a few minutes of watching us, the other wolves joined in, and started to playfully do it to each other. Soon my wolf got a little bolder, and started licking their ass and pussy, before he'd quickly scramble away, to keep them from biting him. The other wolves, except for Julie's wolf began to get bolder too, they were nuzzle my wolf's sheath with their snout, before they'd run away. It didn't take very long for the pink tip of my wolf's dick to pop out. Alex, Darby and Barb's wolf made a game of touching their nose to it. As soon as their nose touched it, they would jump back before my wolf's hind-end would start to hump. But Ashley's little bobcat licked it a time or two, and when more of it came out, she lapped at it for a moment before she ran away. The next time we stopped, Alex's wolf went for it. She pretended to mount my wolf and fuck him, then she ran away. Soon all the females were playfully mounting each other. My wolf wasn't playing though, he was testing the waters, to find out if any of them were down to fuck. He'd scented their arousal, and he wanted some pussy. He tried to jump on the wolves backs, and hump against their pussy before they scooted away. Julie's wolf only let my wolf hump her a couple of times, before she turned in a circle and threw him off of her. She put her tail between her legs and slowly backed away, but my wolf had gotten the tip of his penis inside her pussy for a second. Alex's wolf quickly grabbed him by the throat before he knew what was happening. The other wolves howled with excitement when they began to play-fight. It only took a few minutes for my big wolf to pin Alex's wolf to the ground, especially since she didn't put up much of a fight. Alex's wolf, stuck her ass in the air. My wolf instinctively mounted her and began to hump. He buried his cock all the way into her and instantly started to cum as he pumped. She let him fuck her until she felt his knot begin to swell, and then she pulled away from him and began to run. All the other wolves came after her, and the pack continued on its way. A few miles later they started to run home. My wolf was still aroused and he wasn't sure he get another chance, so he tried to jump on Barb's wolf. The other wolves and cats paused to watch the action. Her wolf was too quick for my wolf, as she twisted and turned, ducked and dodged, and never allowed my wolf to mount her. When my wolf went after Darby's wolf, she rose up on her hind legs and punched him in the face. But he was still able to circle behind her, and climb onto her back. He held her tight with his front paws, and started to pump his hind-end. On the first couple of humps the tip of his penis hit the side of her pussy, but the third time he humped, the tip went into her slit. Darby's wolf spun to her right, but my wolf held on tight. When she stopped spinning for a moment, he humped again. His penis shot out of its sheath like a torpedo. It was in her wolf's pussy all the way to the knot in the blink of an eye. My wolf's penis was only inside Darby's wolf's pussy for less than a minute, but in that short span, he'd rammed it home dozens of times. Her pussy was tight like a virgin, and she quickly started to cum. When she finished, she tried to bite my wolf. He jumped off of her with his long penis hanging out if it's sheath, still drizzling cum. The females were giggling at us, and then they started to run again. They were headed home now, and Julie's wolf ran in front of the pack the whole way. She ran with her tail in the air, and her swollen pussy was on display. Her wolf kept looking around at my wolf; she wanted to make sure he was paying attention to her. He was definitely looking at her. \~ When our little pack of wolves arrived back at the sparring pit, everyone shifted and got dressed. As soon as the women were back in human form, their arousal returned. Julie looked at her pack, and inhaled deeply. She had made her decision. She was going to go along with the plan that Saint Peter had laid out for us. She could feel Amanda's anxiety through the Alpha bond. She knew that Amanda would be coming to see if her spell was working, and she'd try to claim her prize. Julie told Angel, Ashley, Darby, and Barb about the dream she'd had, after Amanda had come to see her one day. She told them the things they'd do if they removed their amulets, but as soon as Alex killed the high priestess all spells would be broken, and they would return to normal. Angel, Ashley, Darby, and Barb all agreed they would do whatever was best for the pack. They were committed to the agenda that Julie had laid out for them. Their only request was to wear their amulets during the pool party. They wanted to be in control of themselves, while they acted out their parts, the way Julie had described them. I could feel the commitment the women had to their Alpha, their pack, and each other. I'd only known them for a few hours, and I already liked them as much as I was capable of. Hopefully Saint Peter's plan would work. At that point Angel, Ashley, and Barb went to the east wing, and Julie went to her apartment in the west wing of the Alpha's mansion to relax. Alex and Darby went to prepare the potion she would use to destroy the high priestess. I returned to spirit form and materialized at Amanda's. \~ Amanda was walking through her living room with a bounce in her step, and headed for the cabinet above her stove. She practically had a liquor cabinet up there. She poured two fingers of brown liquor over ice and chased it with a splash of Coca Cola. She took a couple of sips, before she poured two more fingers, and a larger splash of coke. "That was one more thing for me to like about Amanda," I thought. She strutted back across her living room with her hips rolling from side to side. When she was back in front of the mirror she said, "Hello my love. My Alpha has commanded that I stay in my home today. Someone in the mirror was talking to her, but I couldn't hear a thing. Amanda inhaled deeply, and then she exhaled slowly before she downed the rest of her drink. She looked nervous and unsure of herself. Amanda opened her footlocker slowly. The inside of it looked like a veritable sex shop slash home witch kit. There were all the oddball ingredients needed, to cast the spells she was interested in, and sheets of paper with a list of sex related spells. That was in the left side of the box, on the right were lubes, and creams, and Sextoys. The most interesting of which were four strap-on cocks in different sizes. The smallest I'd guess was four inches, and the largest was about twelve inches. The twelve inch one, being nearly two and a half inches around. She slowly removed the nine inch strap-on cock. She looked at it for a moment before she turned to the mirror and began to cast a spell, she said, "Goddess Eleni, grant my request; Goddess Eleni, hear my plea. Open the floodgates of desire in the woman for whom my cock desires; let her feel it to the hilt, oh Goddess, from the head to the nuts." \~ A few minutes later she was on her way to Julie's apartment. Just before I materialized at Julie's place, I looked into Amanda's mirror and I saw a cloud of white smoke where I was standing. The mirror could sense me, I had forgotten that I had to go into another dimension, so I would be invisible to witches. Woo-wee that was a close a one. If that mirror could see me, then so could the witch who put a hex on it. That would have been disastrous if it had happened a few minutes earlier or tomorrow when the high priestess shows herself. A disaster was averted there. \~ I didn't tell Julie that I'd be watching over her. I didn't want to add any extra stress to the pressure she was already feeling. For the first time that I can remember in a long time, I wasn't planning on watching my assignment fuck with my dick in my hand. Julie buzzed Amanda up from the ground floor of the east wing of the Alpha's mansion. When she stepped into the elevator lobby, Julie opened her front door, and invited Amanda in. She strode into Julie's living room while extending her arms for a hug. She held on for a moment longer than necessary, just as she always does. She had a contented smile on her face as she hugged her. I saw her inhale deeply. I'm sure she was testing Julie's scent. Apparently what she smelled was what she was hoping for. She loosened her embrace, and looked into Julie's eyes and said, "How are you feeling my dear?" Julie had on her amulet when she buzzed Amanda up to her apartment, and so she was in full control of her body. The arousal Amanda scented on her must have been real. She said, "All of us girls are in heat, I didn't think it was safe to have Fred, and Barney, and Del around us, that's why I asked everyone to remain at home today." Amanda smile and said, "You poor thing, I'm sure that was the right thing to do, but are you sure it's your heat. There haven't been any men around to service you girls for months; maybe y'all just need a good fuck. Julie giggled and said, "Maybe you're right." Amanda smiled like she was the happiest woman in the world, and then said, "I know exactly what to do. Do you remember that dream you had when you fell asleep by the pool?" Julie took a deep breath and lowered her eyes as if she was embarrassed. "What a good actress she is," I thought. Amanda placed a finger under Julie's chin and nudged her to raise her head, and then said, "There is nothing to be ashamed of my dear, it's natural and it's beautiful." Then she leaned in for a kiss. Julie tilted her head, opened her mouth and melted into Amanda's arms. The two women kissed deeply for a moment. Each one taking her turn to suck the others tongues, until Amanda finally broke the kiss. Amanda wanted some pussy. She moaned sweetly, and then said leave everything to me. They started kissing again. I knew Amanda was being controlled by a witch, but there was genuine affection in her kisses. I could tell that she wanted this whether there was magic involved or not. And I wasn't so sure Julie was acting now. It looked like she was enjoying the kiss. They were moving their heads from side to side, with their mouths open and tongues curling around each other. When Julie started to moan, Amanda broke the kiss, and took her by the hand. She led her to her own bedroom where they began to get undressed. Julie untied her robe, and let it drop to the floor. She was standing in front of Amanda with her hands on her hips, and biting her bottom lip. Her full round breast and plump, hairy mound filled out her red and white striped panties and bra better than any Victoria Secret model could. She seemed to be waiting for a sign of Amanda's approval. She got it when she saw the fire in Amanda's eyes. When she removed her own dress, and let it drop to the floor, Julie's eyes nearly popped out of her head. Amanda was wearing an aqua green lace teddy that I have to admit looked good on her. But it was the bulge tucked between her legs that Julie had reacted to. I hadn't expected to get turned on, considering the fact that basically Julie would be getting fucked by a witch, who wanted to take over her body. But there was something more going on here. I couldn't tell if it was the magic, or if it was real, but it sure looked like these two wanted each other. Amanda had a devilish grin on her face when she pointed at Julie's lingerie and said, "Strip, and sit back on the bed. I flinched when I saw Julie's face. Her expression hardened, and her pupils were suddenly ringed by a golden band that briefly glowed. Amanda must have seen it to, because she cooed sweetly, and said, "Baby, I just want to love on you." Julie's expression softened, and then she reached one hand behind herself to unhook her bra. She pull the straps off her shoulders, and then caught it in her hands before it fell. She was looking seductive again. Amanda took a step back so she could take it all in. And then Julie took her bra, and flung it across the room to where it landed on a chair. She giggled, and then cheered herself for sticking the landing. She was grinning happily again when she hooked her thumb into the waistband of her tiny panties and slowly pulled them down. "Oh shit," I thought. There goes my discipline and control again. Even though I'd seen Julie naked before and after the run, seeing her strip in a seductive way was a whole other level of hot. She slid them down her thighs, before letting them drop to the floor. There she stood naked from head to toe. She was kneading her breasts with one hand, and running her fingers through her bush with the other. Amanda took a step forward before putting her fingertips in the center of Julie's chest, and nudging her to sit on the bed. Then she got down on her knees and spread Julie's legs. I moved a little closer to them, I wanted to see every detail of her sex, smell her scent, and hear every sound they made. Amanda took her time and, savored every moment of the journey as, she kissed, nibbled, and licked her way from inside of Julie's knees, to the junction between her thighs. After she'd inhaled her scent, and kissed all around her sex, she put her mouth on Julie's pussy and latched onto her clit. They stayed like that a long time, with Amanda alternating between sucking her clit, and licking her slit. Julie came again and again, until finally she couldn't wait any longer, she said, "Oh Amanda put your big cock inside of me. I don't know how it happened, but as soon as Julie asked for it, Amanda's big strap-on cock began to become erect. She reached down between her legs and unhooked the snaps of her teddy. When it was free from its confinement, it sprang forward and it began to bounce every time her heart beat. It was if the strap-on had become a part of her. She stood up, put her hands behind Julie's knees and held her legs in the air. The head of her huge cock was barely touching Julie's opening. She looked into Julie's eyes and performed another chant. She said, "Spirits of the cosmos and all within Bring your shining stars to the flame Ignite the fires of our flesh So that our desires unite Let loose the power of my cock And unleash your will That I may satisfy her pussy''. Then she drove that monster home. Julie cried out in a loud, long "OH." I was about to materialize in human form to rescue her, until I heard the next words she said. She said, "Yes." I relaxed and enjoyed the show. In fact I was more curious than anything now about how Amanda's thing worked. I got on the floor and looked up between her legs; it looked for all the world like she had a pair of nuts and a cock attached to her. She was standing at the side of the bed driving that baby home. Julie is a little shorter than the average girl, but she was taking Amanda's cock balls deep. It only took a couple of minutes for Julie to reach her peak. I could tell she was getting close; by the way she started to raise her hips to meet Amanda's thrust. That big magic wand of hers had one last surprise in store for me. When Julie cried out and said, "Give it to me Amanda." Her request was Amanda's command, and she gave it all she had. Her strokes became hard and fast, and then she came inside Julie's pussy. When she pulled out, her cum ran down Julie's ass crack. \~ A while later they'd showered and dressed. Julie was seeing Amanda out the door, when Amanda said, "I'll see you at the pool party tomorrow. Tell the girls to be ready to have some fun. Then she leaned in for one more short, sweet kiss. "I'll see you tomorrow my dear," she said as she let herself out the door." As soon as the door closed Julie exhaled deeply, and then bowed her head and took a few deep breaths. I was relieved too. \~\~\~ Later that day we had another meeting again. As soon as the women walked into the room, the first thing I noticed was their scent. There was none except for the natural aroma of their body. Angel, Ashley, Darby, and Barb were chatting quietly when Alex and Julie strolled into the room arm in arm. All eyes were on Julie, but it wasn't because she was their Alpha, it was because she was their sister. Julie gave them a big smile, and then said, "Step one is complete, tomorrow you ladies get to complete step two, and when the high priestess appears to claim her pack, Alex and JT will complete the final step to our freedom. "As y'all can see our heat is gone now that she thinks she's won. Tomorrow we're going to have a good time with some guys we already like a lot, and afterwards we will be able to get on with the work of our pack." So, unless any of you have a concern or something you want to discuss, let's go to our favorite steak house in Mac-town." \~ I had a great time with the wolf-girls and the cat-girls that night. I'm going to make a point to complain to Saint Peter about this assignment. If he thinks I was miserable, maybe he'll send me to help them out again. I'd love to have a chance to fuck all of them. After they'd gone to bed that night, I made one last tour of the old mansion, and of the homes on the property. I found objects with hexes on them in every house. Once we are rid of the high priestess, every house would have to be searched again, and everything inside that's hexed would have to be burned. \~\~\~ I saw the sunrise while sitting on one of the chimneys atop the old Alpha's mansion. The day was going to be a busy one, and my first piece of business was watching the girls get dressed. Each one of them showered, shaved their legs and armpits, and groomed themselves downstairs, much to my delight. Let me correct myself, everyone groomed down there except Barb. She's got the longest pussy hair I've ever seen. \~ I met with Alex and Darby later in the morning to test their witch destroying potion. It went off like an atomic bomb. Everything was set. It was a matter of waiting for everyone to arrive for the weekly Saturday afternoon pool party. \~ Time to have some fun. There had to be a dozen candles burning on the tables, and also sitting in several dry places around the pool deck. Amanda said they were mood candles. We were unsure what was going to go down, so Julie opened her Alpha bond with me and shared her thoughts as she interacted with her pack. She went from pack member to pack member greeting them with a hug. She was dressed in one of her swimsuits that fit like a second skin. She was reminding Angel, Ashley, Darby, and Barb to play up their sexuality, to help ensure the high priestess would show herself. In the meantime everyone else was playing their role, even if they didn't realize it. Del was manning the grill as usual. "Steaks cooked to order at Del's bar and grill," he shouted to no one in particular. Amanda was in a huddle with Betty, Wilma, and Marta, talking about men and sex, or sex and men. Either way she was going on about the size of somebody's cock. She said, "I have one, and I promise you it hangs down to my knees." Then the four women giggled. Wilma covered her mouth with her hand and then whispered, saying, "I've never even heard of a strap-on." Marta looked at Wilma like she'd sprouted a third eye, "And then said, "Please tell me you own a vibrator." "The women's conversation made Julie think about Spike, according to her dream he and Rover should be arriving from Panola Mountain soon. Just as she was completing the thought, right on que, and right on time. Look who just walked around the corner of the house, Spike and Rover. "Oh my Luna," thought Julie. "It doesn't matter whether its reality or a dream, and I know they're both nineteen, but I feel like a perv every time I look at Del and Marta's twins Jake and Elwood. They are two fine looking young men though." "No need to think about them now, Ashley, and Darby, are going to take care of the Demps twins, if things happen according to my dream." Julie shook her head, when right on cue she heard Ashley say, "Do you know those two guys? Both Darby and Barb glanced at Jake and Elwood. Ashley said, "Do y'all want to bet both of them will let me suck their cock." Darby quickly said, "You mean, will Jake let me suck his cock, and will Elwood let you suck his cock, don't you?" Then the three women giggled. They were playing their roles to the hilt. \~ The next voice Julie heard was Marta saying, "Let's all get naked and get in the pool. As soon as everyone was ready to jump into the water she said, "Ladies, put on these blindfolds I just happen to have, then everybody jump in. Rover will make sure you end up with someone other than your mate." "Rover, you can be on my team, "said Barb, laughing. "Let's play." yelled Rover. This time the game was chaotic. With everyone under the influence of Amanda's spell, the ladies quickly learned how the game was going to be played, and grabbed the first cock they could get their hands on. Jake quickly grabbed Darby's hand to make sure he didn't get grabbed by one of the older ladies. \~ "Madame Alpha, this is fun," said Wilma. Julie smiled back at her, and then said to herself, "This is unbelievable, my pack would be hedonistic under that witches control. "I don't care that she's sucking Del's dick, but I wouldn't want her doing it here in front of everyone." "Alpha, I like it too," said Betty, talking with Fred's cock in her mouth. "Oh my Luna, Betty is sucking Fred," Julie said to herself, covering her mouth and laughing. Marta was pumping up and down on Barney's thick dick as fast as she could, trying to make him cum. Amanda was slurping, smacking and moaning, just to mention a few of the sounds she was making as she tried to suck Spike's huge cock. After a few minutes of trying to make their partner cum, Marta told each woman to switch partners. Amanda switched to Del, and immediately started deep throating him. Marta finally had her hands on the size dick she prefers, as she held Spike's tool and nut sack in her hand and admired it. Meanwhile, on one of the lounge chairs to her right, Darby was giving Jake a blowjob. "I never thought I'd see the day Darby would be doing that," thought Julie. Right beside them Elwood was tearing Ashley's pussy out the frame. She was screaming and moaning, "Fuck my pussy Elwood." "I'm so proud if Ashley right now, for not giving into her addiction and, sucking his cock," said Julie smiling to herself. The she looked around at everyone in her pack; everyone was fucking or sucking someone. Even Rover was letting Barb Jack him off. Everyone had a partner except for her and Angel that is. "Maybe that's it," thought Julie. "Maybe that's why the high priestess hasn't shown herself. So she walked over to where Angel was curled up on a lounger, and sat down close to her. Angel said, "Hiya boss." And then she leaned in for a kiss. They kissed each other deeply, and seriously. Suddenly there was a noise that sounded like thunder, and startled everyone. When they looked in the direction the noise had come from, there stood a woman dressed like a dominatrix, complete with a whip in her hand. She raised her hand, pointed at Julie, and began to chant, "I call to thee goddess Luna. Heed me in this spell, to be reborn as Alpha of this pack." I was about to wave my hand to make her immobile. That was when Alex walked onto the pool deck and pointed a Glock 9 at her. The dominatrix turned her head slightly, and looked menacingly at her, and then said, "I'm not afraid of your bullets, they do nothing to me. How dare you threaten me. As soon as I'm your Alpha I'm going to fuck you with my twelve inch strap-on." Then she started the chant again, "I call to thee goddess Luna. Heed me in this spell, to be reborn as Alpha of this pack. Allow me to become a werewolf with brute abilities and senses. Please allow this to become of me and I shall forever be bound to thee." That was the last thing she will ever say. As soon as she finished, Alex open fire on her, she squirted her with a water gun she had left in the refrigerator overnight. The witch melted into a puddle, which ran off the marble onto the grass. \~ With the witch who had tormented the Gum Swamp Creek pack for a hundred years dead, the spells she'd cast were broken. The lives of the people at the party were instantly put back to normal. Wilma and Betty souls switched bodies, so the right person soul is in the right body, and Fred and Barney won't have to swap wives any longer. Del got his thick nine inch cock back from Spike. Del once again had a cock that matched his huge body, and Spike had his very respectable seven inches back again. "Oh well, it was nice while it lasted," thought Spike. Needless to say, Marta was giddy. Rover's wolf will be masculine again, he's still a bottom, but he had never carried himself the way the witch caused him to do. Angel, Ashley, Darby, and Barb could get back to finding themselves. Julie can get on with the work of saving young Werewolves from spending a lifetime with the wrong mate. And she can get back to enjoying cock again, as well as a little pussy every now and then. Lives of people Julie will never know, have been put back to normal, thanks to her pack, and a certain little shaman named Alex. See y'all in!00 Years In Purgatory Ch. 05
Hotel Seduction	25,262	4.52	235,315	[ "hotel", "pittsburgh" ]	It had been a long time since we'd actually had two minutes to ourselves, to be alone. We'd finally gotten our asses to the hotel in downtown Pittsburgh and the king size bed looked extremely appetising as we strolled through the double doors leading to our suite. It was the usual room we always had when we stayed in Pittsburgh and I heard the usual response when we walked through the door. "Fucking hell man." I just looked at him. "What? What's the matter with it this time?" "Nothing darling," he mumbled. "Nothing if you don't mind all the extra shite they have splashed all over the place." I looked around at the familiar room. The large bed stood between the ceiling to floor windows and was draped in the usual creamy satin duvet. There were red high backed velvet chairs placed around a card table, a wet bar and a couple of soft cream colored leather couches which sat at angles to the wide screened plasma TV. I instantly knew what he was talking about though. The hotel had kindly placed fresh flowers here and there around the room and apparently he wasn't pleased with this idea. The more basic the room, the happier he always was. I on the other hand loved this sort of thing. I breathed in deeply, loving the exotic smells that wafted up my nose. He sighed! "I'll sneeze all night," he grumbled as he turned around to close the large oak door. "You'll be fine," I reassured him. "I'll ask them to come and remove them if you like." He pulled me into his arms, his large hands splayed across my lower back "You're a doll." I leaned up, kissing the subtle scar on his chin. "And you're a pain in the ass! Let me give the front desk a ring." I pulled away from him, but he held on tight. "You don't have to if you don't want to you know." He looked around at the gorgeous arrangements. "Just leave them." "No, sweetheart, it's fine. Go have your shower. They'll be gone when you get out." He finally let go and turned around pulling his black t-shirt up over his head. He looked tired and worn out. It had been a hellish couple of years when I looked back on it. He'd been in a nasty motorcycle accident two years prior. After surgeries and multiple broken bones being fixed, he'd quickly bounced back. Doctors had been amazed at his recovery rate, but the effects from it all still haunted him. I was picking up the phone when he yelled. "You gonna join me?" He was peaking his head around the bathroom door, his dark hair a stark contrast to the pale wall he clung to. "Yes, I can do that." He smiled that boyish grin I'd fallen in love with so many years ago. My heart still melted every time I saw him and he knew it. "Fucking brilliant," I heard him say as he disappeared into the now steamy bathroom. "Fucking brilliant," I repeated whimsically. "Pardon ma'am," I heard through the phone. "Um nothing," I laughed back at the unknown voice. "Can you come and pick up these flowers please. My husband has allergies to...." I looked around the room. "Orchids. Yes orchids." I had no idea if there was a single orchid in the bunch of flowers I saw scattered here, there and everywhere, but orchids seemed like the right thing to say at the time. He assured me someone would be there immediately and I hung up the phone. Not one minute later, four people bombarded our room, scooping up flower arrangements and apologizing profusely. I reassured them everything was okay and that it was a genuine mistake. I breathed a sigh of relief as they exited swiftly out of the room, still apologising on their way out the door. "Bloody hell! The things I have to do for him," I said to myself as I slipped out of my black slacks and green velvet top with the spaghetti straps. A subtle smile crept over my face as I thought of the many times he'd slip a finger into those straps and pull them down my arms to kiss a bare shoulder. I guess that intense spark that had been lit so many years ago still burned quite brightly when I really thought about it. Our love for each other hadn't diminished much over the years. In fact, if anything, it had probably grown stronger. I wondered what his plans were for this evening. I figured something was on his mind the way he'd pulled my hips closer towards his when he'd held me. Shaking my head, I decided my wandering mind was wrong as I remembered his weary features on his way into the bathroom. "Are you coming?" he shrieked just as my hand hit the brass handle of the shower door. "I'm here for God's sake." His face lit up as I stepped into the large two-person shower. "Well I didn't know." "You would if you opened your eyes once in a while." I laughed. "I don't have my glasses on," he said. I slapped his shoulder. "You aren't that blind. Surely you can see two feet in front of your face." "Sometimes! When I have to, I can," he said with a quirky smile. He pulled me closer towards him. My belly pushed up against his. "Fuck, this is nice," he said gently, his forehead pressing against mine, his arms draping over my shoulders. "My neck's killing me today." "The doctors said it would take a while for you to be back to normal. You can't rush these things," I informed him for the hundredth time. "Yeah, I know. It's more of a pain in the ass then anything. I'll take a pill when I get out of here." Leaning forward, I gave him a long heart-felt kiss, allowing it to speak for itself. "You won't need a pill when I'm done with you." My eyebrow raised slightly. "Turn around." "Jesus!" He chuckled at my straight-forwardness. He paused before he spoke. "Give me a kiss first." Sliding my hands around his waist, I pulled him under the spray flattening my chest against his. My lips brushed across his mouth quickly before I pulled away. "You're such a tease sometimes." He grasped my arms gently but firmly pulling me towards him. He kissed me tenderly, our lips barely touching. It was a usual kiss, him kissing my upper lip first then catching my lower lip and gently sucking. His hand reached up, cradling the curve of my jaw as the spray slashed against us, running in rivulets between our bodies. Each kiss was slow, deliberate, as I pushed myself against him, my nipples tightening and hardening against the hairs that adorned his chest. My hands slid up his sides as his fingers trailed down my neck to hold me in this vulnerable position. He new he had me. I wouldn't move till he released his grasp. He reminded me about the simple art of kissing, how lips parted allowing tongues to probe into each other's mouths, to taste each other. Finally he let go and after a deep breath he slowly and deliberately whispered against my mouth. "Now I'll turn around. What do you have planned?" I stared at him. "Well I was going to wash your back." A sudden flush crept from my chest up to my cheeks. "Now, all sorts of things are floating through this head of mine," I laughed. "Really?!" Excitement emanated from him. "Yes really. Now turn around." My hand pushed on his shoulder in an attempt to turn him to face the wall. He ignored my request. Instead he leaned towards me, his lips lightly brushing against my cheek as he spoke. "Are you getting turned on?" he teased. His hand rose to cup the back of my neck, his fingers sliding across that vulnerable spot. I could feel him getting hard as he uttered those words, his cock pushing intrudingly between my legs. He pulled away slightly waiting for my response, his hips still tight against mine, his fingers now weaving themselves into my damp curls. The flush was creeping up my chest to my cheeks. Even after all these years he knew how to get a reaction out of me. "Jesus Christ, do you have to be so blunt all the time?" I asked. He nodded slowly, his eyes flashing from one of mine to the other. His hand opened slightly before he balled it into a loose fist, pulling my head back, exposing my neck and pushing my breasts forward. They rose and fell before him, their pink tips visibly hardening under the spray of the water. I felt unsteady on my feet, my body swaying slightly as his lips brushed lightly over my neck. His mouth opened and closed over the smooth skin, kissing gently. I let out a gasp as his weight pushed me backwards, my warm skin suddenly being pressed against cold tile. With one hand on my hip, his other slid from behind my neck, fingers trailing down my neck and lower still. Fingers circled my right breast where he then cupped it, its weight resting in his palm. I didn't have the largest breasts by any means, but they seemed to fit perfectly in his hands and thank God, I thought to myself, as he seemed to have an infatuation with them. His fingers rolled and tugged at my nipple, his tongue lapping a trail from the hollow of my neck to just below my earlobe. My body quivered under his touch. "Put your hands behind you head," he instructed quietly. I looked at him with glossy eyes. "Go on, put your hands up behind you head," he repeated I lifted my arms up, linking my fingers together and did as I was told. He stood back from me, staring at every curve of my body. His eyes wandered from the curve of my breasts to the dark mound of hair that topped my bare pussy lips and back up again. "You're perfect," he murmured. I instinctively dropped my hands, my insecurities taking over. "No! No leave them up. Please," he pleaded. I brought them up again and watched him trace a circle around each nipple with his fingertip. My breath was coming in short pants as he drew pictures over my chest, his finger occasionally flicking over my nipples. "I fucking mean it," he said suddenly as he brought his mouth forward, taking one nipple lightly between his lips. He teased it sucking it into his warm mouth as his other hand fingered and tugged the other one to a hard bud. I instantly felt a wetness forming between my legs. Pushing my chest forward, I encouraged him to suck harder. He'd suck and pull at one nipple before switching sides, his mouth leaving a wet trail as his mouth danced from one side to the other. Sighs and moans escaped my mouth as he pressed the length of his body to mine. Here I'd wanted to seduce him and he'd ended up turning things around. I wasn't going to deny him it however. I wanted it and I wanted it badly. His lips left my chest and slowly worked their way down my belly as he got to his knees. He paused at that tender spot right above my belly-button, kissing and licking a circle around the small indent. It triggered a response straight between my legs, my pussy suddenly aching for his touch, his tongue, for anything as I arched against him, my hands suddenly dropping and grasping hard on his shoulders. I dug my nails into the tender flesh as his hands lowered from my breasts to cup around my ass, to hold me still. His tongue rolled lazily over my belly until his chin hit my hairline. His kissed my stomach. Looking up at me, his eyes met mine and that boyish smile once again spread across his face. "I want me some of this," he said matter-of-factly. I laughed at him and his candid remark. "Well hurry up then," I told him, my pussy begging for attention. "Get on with it." He kissed down the smooth crease of my leg before placing his mouth against the most intimate part of me. Slowly his mouth opened his tongue pressing against the shaven flesh. He licked upwards, along the wet folds till I gasped, allowing my head to fall back against the tile. My hand instinctively went to his head, stretching my fingers through his hair as he pressed his tongue into me. He'd swirl his tongue up and down brushing it over the swelling bud of my clit then back down, delving into the depths he found there. I struggled to look down, to see his head buried between my legs, as he tasted and feasted upon the sweetness he found there. His tongue licked, his mouth sucked as he took me to new heights, my body responding with an amazing intensity. Suddenly he grabbed my thigh, pulling one leg up and over his shoulder. It exposed more of me, but it wasn't enough. It was never enough. His hands slid from around my ass to pull me open. Hot breath instantly hit my clit as he moved in, flicking his tongue over it. Shock waves shot through me, rolling from the tight knot of my clit to the very pit of my stomach. My hips shot forward as he sucked me gently into his mouth, the hard pearl he sought rolling off the tip of his tongue. "Oh God yes," bounced off the walls of the shower as his left hand came up over the mound of scant hairs continuing to hold me open as his right hand pushed a finger deep inside me. It was quickly joined by another finger where he rotated them slightly till he found the spongy mass along the front wall of my pussy. His fingers brushed over it sending a tidal wave of heat and intense tingling to the very core of my being. My orgasm approached fast, his fingers fucking me, his mouth launching a brutal attack on my clit. It hit with a vengeance, my hips meeting his finger movements. My thighs quivered as my hips jerked. Hot wetness rolled onto his tongue, coating his fingers as he twisted them inside me as my orgasm exploded, taking over my body, launching me to unbelievable heights. It slowly subsided and my thigh slipped off his shoulder as he rose from between my legs, his fingers still nestled deep inside the hot cavern of my pussy. He kissed me deeply, his tongue slipping in and out of my mouth, slow and meticulous. He kissed my upper lip then pulled my lower one between his teeth as I caught my breath. Finally opening my eyes, I caught him looking at me as he slid his hand from between my legs. "Shit! What happened there?" I asked breathlessly. "It was me supposedly making you feel better." We both laughed as he pulled me even closer towards him. "Oh, there's still time for that," he informed me. The hard shaft of his cock verified this as it twitched against my hip. \* \* \* \* My body still tingled as I dusted Chanel talcum powder all over my damp skin. He had left the bathroom a few minutes earlier, a towel wrapped around his hips, with instructions to 'hurry up'. I ran my fingers through my damp curls before pulling the silk nightshirt over my head. I'd pulled the high cut panties up over my hips earlier, wondering what the point was really, considering he'd have them pulled off again in no time flat. He was always so impatient. It was a rare occasion when he would linger, taking his time to slowly undress me from the top down. He always seemed to start at the bottom and work his way up. Yes, the panties would come off first I thought. My lips curled into a subtle smile at the very notion. Flicking off the light, I strolled into the bedroom finding him on the bed, his long lean frame sprawled across half of it. He was in his typical pose, his hands linked behind his head, ankles crossed, watching TV. The white towel was still the only thing adorning his body. Reaching for the remote he flicked off the TV. Then throwing his legs over the edge of the bed, he sat up. "Well look at you." "Typical hey?" I suggested. I tucked an unruly curl behind my ear. He continued looking at me. "No!" he said matter-of-factly. I watched his tongue run over his lower lip. "Come here." Walking up to him, I found myself standing between his spread knees. He quickly locked his arms around my thighs pulling me towards him where he inhaled deeply. "Always the same," he said quietly. "Pardon?" "You have that certain smell about you. You mask it with this fragrance and that, but you can't hide what's underneath." He looked up at me. My eyes met his. "And I fucking love it!" he stated with a grin. "Well that's a good thing I'm thinking," I said smiling back at him. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I pushed away, but he pulled me back sharply. "Where you going?" His voice had that mischievous tone about it. His eyes locked on mine. His hands wandered up the silky material of my nightshirt till they hit the curve of my breasts. I could feel his fingers making small circles on the undersides of them. Suddenly, his hands flattened and he lifted them up. It was as if he were judging the weight of them in his palms. My nipples instantly hardened beneath his touch. "Well?" he asked again. "Nowhere," I sighed quietly as my eyes closed. "I didn't think so," he replied. His hands dropped to my hips where he proceeded to pull me onto the bed with him. My body pressed flat against his as I let out a shriek, my full weight now resting on top of him. I could feel his fingers digging into the soft flesh of my bottom where his hands lingered before pulling my legs up and over so they rested on either side of his hips. I straddled him easily, my legs still very flexible from years of ballet and dancing. With my hands flat on the bed, I pushed myself up and stared. Dark hair was splashed across the comforter; his blue eyes piercing as he looked at me. His hand reached up as he tucked my still unruly hair behind my ears. Insane it was I though to myself as he always seemed to be touching it. Suddenly he pushed himself onto his elbows and sat up. He kissed the soft skin of my neck, just below my ear, his mouth grazing over well known sensitive spots. How easily I could succumb to him and I still often wondered if he'd made love to all women this way. I breathed an audible sigh as he worked his way down, his lips sliding over the satin fabric of my nightshirt. Still leaning back on his hands, he moved between my breasts. He hovered. I anticipated his next move. Expert hands undid the buttons of my nightshirt as he meticulously and slowly exposed a little bit more of my skin with each movement. As he undid the final one, I felt his mouth so hot, so close that it sent a shiver straight through me causing goose-bumps to rise up and down my arms. My nipples instantly hardened. That warm moist spot between my legs suddenly grew wetter. He was intoxicating. Warm hands crawled up my sides till they cupped my breasts. Palming each one he rubbed a thumb surely over each hardened nipple sending waves of desire to the very pit of my stomach. "These are fucking incredible," he mumbled into my chest. I just closed my eyes relishing in the feeling of his mouth gliding over the roundness of them. He left no part untouched, kissing, licking, pulling my nipples into his mouth where he grazed he teeth over them gently. His cock felt hard and thick between my legs, growing and throbbing constantly, letting me know its presence. I'd been amazed by the thing the first time I'd seen it. It was perfect as far as penis's go, but I'd wondered just how on earth he was going to slide it into my petit body. Nature did what it was supposed to though and before long we were fucking insanely, grabbing and taking each other at every possible opportunity. I remember many times where we'd be doing the most casual of things. The next minute, he'd have me on my back, on all fours or up against the wall, my panties pulled to the side, his cock hovering at my entrance waiting to plunge into the warm depths between my legs. Time had slowed him down, but he made love with the same intensity, if not more so at times. He looked up at me. "Do you want a drink?" "God, I don't know. Do you think we should, you being on these pain pills? And you've been........" "I know," he said. "I'll only have one. I mean it!" "Okay. Go on then," I said running my finger across his clean shaven chin. He planted a kiss on me quickly before helping me climb off his legs. He almost ran to the bar. I walked up behind him, circling my hands around his waist. He smelled so good and I quickly buried my face in his damp hair. I found myself wanting to drink every part of him in since his accident. Turning around, he handed me a snifter of cognac. He held up his glass. It had double the amount of cognac in it that I had in mine. I gave him a wry look. He grinned. The golden liquid was fiery, burning a hot trail down my throat as I took a small sip. He downed half the glass in one gulp, never a care in the world it seemed before sliding his hand through the back of my hair to pull me close. "The neck feels great," he said the corners of his mouth turning upwards slightly. "Why aren't I surprised," I said looking up at him. He loved his cognac. "Well it's getting there anyway,' he whispered as his lips pressed gently to mine. He kissed me slowly, just his lips first, letting each one linger. Soon his tongue followed. He slid it into my mouth slowly, teasing, tasting the cognac that lingered. In and out, his tongue plunged. His fingers wrapped through my tresses as he made love with each kiss. I swayed slightly, my feet unsteady, my heart pounding like a schoolgirl. He took another swig and placed his almost empty glass on the counter. The want and need emanated from him as he grabbed my hand. "Let's go to bed." I pulled back. "Uh uh." I answered. He looked confused. "Why not?" "Because I want you to sit in that chair over there." I pointed to the red high backed chair with gold pinstripes situated six feet behind him. With my pointed fingernail pressed into his chest, I guided him till the back of his knees pressed against the edge of the seat. He plopped down with a thud, his legs slightly spread. Now it was my turn. I ran my hands up his body and over his shoulders before kneeling before him. My eyes ran over his strong chest before following the trail of hairs that ran down his stomach and disappeared into the white cloth of the towel. His nipples were hard, the dark areolas not much bigger then a quarter and his chest rose and fell with each anticipated breath. Running my fingers over him, I slid my hands up his strong thighs and under the towel to wrap around his erect cock. He half smiled as I cradled it between my hands and stroked it lightly up and down. "Christ!" he said through glazed eyes. His cock was like a steel rod and hot beneath my touch. I stroked him, looking up, worshiping him as my grip tightened. One palm slid up and over the engorged head. Grabbing the towel, he opened it up. I instinctively knew what he wanted and licking my lips, I lowered my mouth over the head of his cock. Not wanting to take all of it into my mouth at once, I circled the head once with my tongue, my hands still wrapped around the shaft of it. Lifting my eyes, my gaze met his. His body was rigid, his muscles taut and defined as he gripped the arms of the chair with increasing intensity. Still looking up at him I circled the head of his cock again before loosening my grip to slide my tongue down the hard shaft. A groan was heard as I came back up to hover over the tip. I lowered my gaze to watch his stomach quivering as I held still, my hot breath hitting the tip of his cock. Suddenly I felt hands on my head, fingers stretching through my hair as he pressed down gently to encourage me. I didn't need much encouraging as I lowered my head taking inch by inch of his cock into my wet mouth. Half way down I paused and lifted my head slowly till the tip sat on the edge of my lips. He was enjoying this I thought as I looked up. His head was thrown back, his eyes squeezed tightly shut, his hair hanging half way down the back of the chair. What a sight he was. It turned me on just to look at him this way and I felt that familiar wetness seeping into my panties. Flattening my hands, I placed them flat on his belly. Covering the neatly trimmed hairs adorning his lower stomach, my thumbs and forefingers surrounded the base of his cock. My mouth did all the work, gliding up and down the length of him. I worshiped this cock and let him know it by sucking harder and taking him deeper each time. His hips started moving in short controlled strokes, pushing his cock further into my mouth. I ran my tongue up and down the underside of his swollen member before cupping his balls lightly with one hand. I squeezed gently as I circled the hard shaft with my other hand and lowered my mouth down again. He groaned loudly, his hands suddenly grabbing the arms of the chair again then swinging back to my head. We had a rhythm going. My hands caressed and stroked him while my mouth sucked and licked him to that euphoria he loved so much. His hips and the constant pressure of his hands on my head didn't allow me to let up or take a break either. Not that I wanted to. I loved sucking him off. I loved him coming and it being all my doing. That salty sweet taste of an impending orgasm filled my mouth as his hips bucked faster at a frenzied pace keeping up with my own movements. The sounds of hot rigid flesh fucking a wet mouth permeated the quiet room when suddenly he let out a guttural cry. His body stiffened and his head flew back again as hot come spilled into my mouth and down my throat. His balls tightened, his cock throbbed as he experienced that final release. I held on, milking it with my hand and mouth till I felt his body relaxing under me. As he struggled to get air into his lungs I lifted my head to circle the shiny wet head of his cock with my tongue one last time, lapping up the last of his manly juices. He winced and squirmed in his seat as I tortured him. "Christ, stop it!" he yelled as he pulled me up. Our eyes met and I stood up pressing my body to his, my breasts flattening against his chest. I traced his lips with my finger before pressing my mouth to his. His mouth soon covered mine, his tongue probing deep, darting into my mouth to share the taste of his own come. It's something he'd done for years and it was an incredible turn on for me, his inhibitions momentarily abandoned. I squeezed my thighs tightly together to alleviate the throbbing between my legs. He must have felt me squirming as my body involuntarily moved over his because his hands came around my ass to grip it tightly. "Now what we going to do?" he asked. "I'm all done and you're still as horny as a toad." "I am not!" I remarked bluntly. His fingers slipped inside the elastic of my panties. Brushing his fingers over the swollen lips of my pussy, he soon came to realize my guilt. I was soaked. "Mmmhhmm! Whatever you say darling," he said with a smirk. Pushing me up, he stood on shaky legs. "Fuck me," he groaned as he rubbed his thighs. "I'm getting too old." Bending down slightly, he brushed his lips over mine as he gathered the towel around his waist again. "Come on. Let's go." He pushed me towards the bed. I hesitated. "I need the toilet first before we go to sleep." "No you don't." he said matter-of-factly and pushed me backwards till I lay flat on the bed, my nightshirt gaping open. I scrambled up the bed and slipped beneath the covers. After discarding the towel, he dimmed the lights and crawled in along side me pushing me onto my side. "Take your nightie off," he whispered against the back of my ear. Sitting up slightly, I slipped it off my arms and tossed it haphazardly to the floor below. "Now your panties. Take them off too." Bending my knees slightly I pulled them over my feet and tossed them onto the floor to join the matching nightshirt. His skin was warm as he pressed his body to the back of mine. His hand glided over my hip, along the curve of my waist and up to my neck where he ran his fingers over that vulnerable spot he knew so well. It sent shivers through me, stirring that want between my legs again. His mouth replaced his fingers as his hand wandered back over my curves. My thighs instantly pressed together as his hand ran over the globe of my ass and landed straight between my legs. I gasped, turning my head to face him. He kissed me hard as his fingers wandered over the slickness of my pussy. He was gentle yet determined as he pressed his fingers through the swollen folds to find my tiny protruding clit. Finding it easily he rubbed it fiercely, torturing the sensitive nub till I squirmed and arched my back against him. It was delightful, my senses overwhelmed. "Open your legs," he growled against my neck. I complied, throwing one thigh over his. His long fingers instantly slid deep inside me filling that need for his cock. In and out he pumped them. I inhaled sharply as his thumb found the slick pebble of my clit peeking beneath its hood. He rubbed it gently, his fingers never losing their controlled rhythm. Aching deep inside and arching against his hand, my orgasm approached quickly. "Oh fuck me baby," I whispered uncontrollably as I grasped my breasts rolling my nipples tightly between my fingers. "Oh, you like this, don't you?" he murmured against my flushed skin. I squealed as his fingers left my pussy to flick over my clit again. He watched every muscle in my body contract before driving them deep into me again. He'd alternate, his fingers fucking me one minute then he'd pull them out to glide over the slick protrusion of my clit sending me to new heights. "Oh baby, make me come," I begged. I was beside myself when he suddenly grabbed my hips to turn me over, pressing me face down into the bed. He was behind me, on his knees when his cock suddenly thrust into me. He sunk his entire length into me in one swift move. He pulled back. "Again?" "Oh Christ yeessss,' I hissed. It's what I wanted. He slammed back into me, pounding my cervix hard. He jerked my hips towards him in determination as he thrust his cock into my very depths. His balls rubbed over my clit as he circled his hips. I gripped the sheets as I felt the familiar spasm starting in the pit of my stomach. It rolled to the very apex of my clit where it hit with a vengeance. My back arched, my toes curled as I came hard around his cock, squeezing him tightly till he cried out with me. He pulled me up by my shoulders till my back pressed tight against his stomach where he continued to thrust into me till my orgasm subsided. Then with one final slam of his hips, his hands wrapped around my breasts. His fingers tugged at my nipples as he shot his second load of come high up inside me. He closed his eyes, his teeth on my shoulder as he steadied himself through it all. Two hot sticky bodies then collapsed on the bed. Slowly, he eventually peeled himself from me, his cock slipping out of my abused pussy. Warm stickiness trickled down my inner thighs and I quickly pressed my legs together. He grabbed me around the waist pulling me towards him on the bed. Wrapping his arms around me, we lay there catching our breath, two lovers holding each other tightly. I eventually pulled myself from him, heading to the bathroom quickly. When I came back, he was propped up on his elbow making sure the alarm clock wasn't set. His lips curled into a wide grin as I sauntered into the room naked as the day I was born. I crawled back into bed pulling the covers over our cool skin. His arms wrapped around me and he pressed his lips to mine. We shared a long heart felt kiss that said more then words ever would. Eventually I rolled over and moulded my back against his chest. I lay my head on his arm which he'd curled around my body and listened to his intense heavy breathing. I was just drifting off when I heard him mumble something. His words were barely audible and slurred in his sleepy state, but they were unmistakable. Not only that, but he always whispers 'I love you' before falling asleep. \* \* \* \* \*
Don't Look Back Ch. 17	6,773	4.52	968,721	[ "m/m erotica", "taboo", "m/m romance", "incest", "father/son", "contemporary", "rural", "dom/sub", "family" ]	When Marshall opened his eyes, he found the bedroom to be sunnier than usual. What the hell? Why hadn't the alarm gone off at its normal time? He looked to Lee for answers, but the other side of the bed was empty. He felt the sheets. They were cool to the touch. Lee obviously hadn't slept in quite as much as he had. He rolled to a sitting position, set his feet on the floor, and yawned. He shouldn't be tired if he'd slept in—accidentally or not. Then he remembered the reason he hadn't slept very well. And he realized Lee had shut off the alarm to let him sleep in. His heart swelled, and he felt tears prickle his eyes. He swiped at them and took a deep breath. Coffee. That's what he needed. And Lee. Not in that order. After that he'd get to work at his computer. He debated throwing on a pair of shorts, but decided against it. He'd get dressed after his shower. It wasn't uncommon for both of them to run around in "the altogether" in the privacy of their home. Marshall sure wasn't about to complain about the chance to see Lee naked more often. And he didn't hear Lee putting up a fuss, either. As he started down the stairs, Marshall inhaled deeply. The seductive smell of bacon filled the house. Oh man, Lee was making breakfast. He shivered in anticipation. Normally, breakfast was fast and easy. About the fanciest they got was toasting muffins or bread to go with their coffee. But when Lee was in the mood, he could cook up a breakfast that put most restaurants to shame. Marshall couldn't help the shit-eating grin that stretched from ear to ear as he approached the kitchen. This already promised to be a great day. Lee stood at the stove, his back to Marshall, giving Marshall a full dead-on view of his magnificent backside. Mmm, what a sight first thing in the morning. Marshall's cock twitched, blood rushing south in a hurry. Lee wore an apron, but that was all. The man was too smart to cook bacon without some protection for delicate parts that would object to being spattered with hot grease, tasty or otherwise. Marshall padded silently up behind Lee, kissed one bare shoulder then the other, his hands cupping Lee's ass. "'Bout time you got up, sleepyhead," Lee teased. But Marshall knew he wasn't mad, especially since he pushed back against him, grinding his ass into Marshall's growing erection. "You shoulda woke me." Marshall glanced at the stove and his mouth watered. Just what he'd hoped for—Lee's famous bacon, eggs, cheese, peppers, and jalapeno breakfast. When he was a kid, Lee used to joke if this didn't put hair on his chest, nothing would. Marshall would run to the bathroom after he ate and look in the mirror, hopeful to find the same dark chest hair Lee had, but the only thing that greeted him was bare, smooth flesh. Until he hit puberty, anyway. And even then, the hair was fine and red. But by then he didn't mind as much. Lee finished stirring and removed the large spoon from the skillet before he moved it to another burner and turned off the heat. "Untie this thing, willya?" he asked, and Marshall gladly complied. Lee removed the apron and slung it over one of the kitchen chairs. He pulled Marshall into his arms and kissed him gently. "I had an idea. I was thinking that after we eat, we can go out to the pond and do a little fishing. Weather's supposed to be good. There's nothing pressing for today that can't wait until tomorrow. We can stop by the deli and pick up some of that cold fried chicken you like so much, get some sides to go with it. A cold twelve pack. What do you think?" "Sounds like a terrific idea." Just the kind of day to chase the frights away. He pressed closer to Lee, his hand snaking between them, attempting to snare Lee in its grasp. Lee caught the wandering hand and pulled it away with a grin. "I thought... maybe, after breakfast?" Marshall suggested hopefully, but Lee was already shaking his head. "Nope, not now." At Marshall's crestfallen expression, he added, "But bring the big blanket," and Marshall smiled again. Even better. Lee wanted to make love outdoors. That was more than all right with Marshall. "Roy's gonna join us later, close to lunch time." Marshall wasn't surprised. This was pretty much standard operating procedure after one of his bad nights. His two knights rallied around him and made everything all right. It had been this way ever since they rescued him and made sure she would never find him again. There had been more bad nights then, but Lee had been incredibly patient, and never complained—either about losing sleep or having to deal with Marshall. Those nights were fewer and farther apart now. They sat down to eat, and Marshall was in heaven. Lee had made biscuits too, little buttermilk rascals, dripping in butter; they literally melted in his mouth. "I'll get the gear ready," Marshall volunteered once he'd scraped his plate clean, rinsed it, and set it in the dishwasher. "What do you think—fly or bait?" "Let's take both, see which works better. Them bass can be tricky sons of bitches. We can run by Jose's and pick up some bait on the way." Jose lived down the road a little ways. During the summer he sold bait from a small stand in front of his house. Most of his customers were locals, but it was just a sideline to bring in extra income, and to keep his teenage son, Jesus, busy. Marshall bent over and wrapped his arms about Lee's neck, pressing their cheeks together. "You're the best," he murmured. "Don't forget that." Lee swatted Marshall's ass and grinned.
Frankie's Story Ch. 09	16,762	4.84	770,311	[ "slave", "master", "awards", "meeting", "necklace", "collar", "hot-tub", "pizza" ]	(This story interlocks with each chapter so if you come into this story other than the beginning, then you may well scratch your head at some of the comments within this chapter. I've tried to make this a glimpse into the lives and lifestyle of three people. They chose to keep there lives private, isn't it strange how life never lets that happen.) Many thanks go to Linda62953 for her editing. The silence from Red hurt us all. I was willing to wait her out, the girls just sat and stared at Red curled into a fetal position, the bottom half of her body exposed to us. The small trickle of cum eased itself out of her ass a reminder of what had just occurred. Red gently eased herself into a kneeling position facing towards both the girls; her stare fell short and focused on the carpet about a foot from them. "When I signed up for the second film, I begged my master to allow me to take a female lover. It is a gift he has allowed me three times in all of the years I have held the status he granted me. The rules were always the same, less than six months and he was never to know her name. Caroline Atkins was my lover. In the time I've been in the clinic, Mathew Bowden has visited me four times and seen my tits on two of those occasions. We have also had phone sex four times." I'm not even sure what made me look towards Frankie, the look of shock on Samantha's face was enough, yet when I looked at Frankie, she was looking directly at me, almost waiting for our eyes to meet before she nodded her head once and then turned her attention back to Red. "Get dressed and go home with the girls. I will join you all shortly." The pause was momentary before Red slowly moved to stand, holding her tracksuit bottoms in her hand as she did. Both the girls waited for Red and all three left. Less than a minute later, Joseph came back into his office. "You fucking bastard, this is my office, not your play room and not only that, I should be reporting you to the Police for assault on Red. If I thought she would stand up in a court of law I would." He was right of course, he knew our lifestyle and allowed a certain tolerance when it came to the condition of the girls when they came for physicals, but punishing Red across his desk was not acceptable. "Joseph, I was going to wait until we got back to the cabin, but the moment Red came into this room, she knew and I had no choice." Joseph was not going to allow even that, as an apology. "You had every choice you fucking ass. My desk, my own fucking desk. You're just damn lucky you and I go back some years Jack. What you did was unacceptable to me. We both know it was the drugs she was on. That woman is as loyal to you as I have ever seen any woman to a man, even given both your lifestyles. She would never have allowed Mathew to have her and yet you had to do that across my fucking desk." We both knew that my actions had cost me a friend that night. To him I had crossed the line, only time would tell if the damage was beyond repair, he would always be the girl's doctor but my friend? Not for some time to come. The journey home was more subdued, all three girls went in Frankie's car and I drove mine with Caroline, although judging by the way she sat as close to the door as she could, I had a feeling she would rather be with the girls. Frankie knew that wasn't going to happen, they all needed to talk and she knew I was going to talk to Caroline. "I'm... I'm sorry it got this far." "Don't be, you both had a need, Red and I have an arrangement and she ask if she could take a lover." "She never told you though, I didn't realize she was a slave until she stood and called you master." "She and her friend were my property from college onwards. I am also a realist. Red wanted a career and who was I to stand in her way. Our arrangement tides her over until she comes home and it has worked for us." The pause was longer, either I had said something or she picked up on something. It was then I realized that Caroline Atkins was one smart cookie. "So the spanking wasn't because of us... Being intimate I mean?" I smiled and shook my head as I stole a quick glance at her, she seemed relieved and the distance between us declined to a more comfortable level. "Will you tell me if I asked?" Although my smile was still there, it was slightly forced. "No and it's a topic that is no longer your concern. I gave Red permission to take a lover, which turned out to be you. It also brings into perspective the extent of betrayal she felt when you and the studio hung her out to dry and the studio milked the publicity for everything they could. She will never touch you in an intimate way ever again, so don't think tonight gives you another chance at her." Her shoulders slumped slightly and although I knew my statement said it all, I did wonder what part drilled it home to her. "I've been around enough to know what you are and even some of the rules. Do I need permission from you to stay Red's friend?" As the cabin loomed up ahead of us, I was at a loss to answer Caroline. As the engine died, we sat and watched the girls go inside, each of them stealing glances at us sitting there watching them. "I don't know you, your extent of betrayal was huge and it was only the love she got from us all that grounded her enough to keep sanity close to her. After tonight, I don't ever want you to contact her again, never go near her or make any third party contact with her at all. I will not place the same conditions on Red, so if she chooses to forgive you and your friendship once again grows, then you will know that Red has forgiven you." We both got out of the car and walked inside, each of the girls came out of my room in shorts and t-shirts and I smiled at Frankie, she smiled and winked at me. Caroline spoke to me once more before she joined the girls in conversation. "I'm sorry, I know I keep repeating myself, but I truly am. Hindsight is such a wonderful thing and I know I could have been on Red's side more in this, since it was she, who saved my life and I betrayed that gift. I accept what you said in the car, thank you." Red watched Caroline detach herself from me and met her halfway across the room, giving her a hug as she did. Frankie and Samantha joined them and that enabled Red to walk over to me, she followed silently into the playroom and knelt in the middle of the room. "Dealing with you when you realized I knew may have cost me my friendship with Joseph. He didn't understand I needed to deal with you the second you challenged that knowledge, but you did." I pulled a drawer open and then tossed the item on the floor, it bounced once and came to rest next to Red's left knee. No lubricant followed, the butt plug would still enter her ass with ease since I was still leaking out of her ass. "How many times did you allow Mathew to see your tits?" "Twice. My Master." "How many times did you or he initiate phone sex with each other?" "Four times, Master." "You will put that in for the four days you are here with us. You will then put it back in for the remainder of your punishment when you return." Red instantly nodded her head and stood to pull down her shorts before squatting to insert the plug, I knelt next to her. She only winced once before her shorts were pulled up again. "I have dealt with Mathew, I have dealt with Caroline and I have dealt with you. Has today been a day to remember slave and will all those lessons stay with you?" "Yes my Master, I am sorry. Even on the journey back here, I could not find a reason I allowed it to happen, but it did and I participated in it. Will you forgive this slave please?" "Only when you can forgive yourself slave. When you can do that, then come to me and tell me, we will talk more about it then." Although tearful, Red smiled. The distance between us disappeared in an instant and she hugged me. All eyes were on us as we left the playroom, the smiles and conversation started once again as I sought out Samantha and held her hand as we walked out onto the porch and she sat on my lap as she waited for me to talk. Her arms wrapped themselves around me and her head came to rest on my shoulder. She was determined to wait me out and I was grateful she did. "How old are you?" Even as her head came away from my shoulder to look at me, she was clearly confused. I knew everything about her, her age, the day she lost her virginity, her favorite color/food, even the day of her period and duration. I knew every inch of her body intimately and that included her vital statistics and bra size. I knew she still slept with her favorite teddy bear that her folks gave her for a sixth birthday, her life was an open book to me I knew more about her than any man living. Yet here I was asking her a question I clearly knew the answer to. "I am twenty-eight years old and in six months and three days I will be here to beg you to allow me to celebrate my twenty-ninth birthday, strapped to the X-Frame in the play room." That brought about a chuckle between the both of us and the smile from us both was genuine. Her head once again cradled itself onto my shoulder as I told her that a few weeks ago that the leash she was on was a tight one, I was going to give her some relief from that tight leash. "I'm a realist Samantha; you have needs just as you have a status to honor. No man other than your doctor will touch you, however, if that need becomes too much and masturbation won't cut it, then come to me. Don't ever phone, but come to me and ask to take a female lover. You will get the same answer I gave Red; mostly it will be no, sometimes it will be yes. You will have six months to rebuild your tolerance and I am never to know her name or she mine." Although she never moved her head, it was clear she wanted to ask questions. "Would you like me to make it a little clearer?" "Yes please my master." "The mechanics are rather simple really. From the time I say yes, you have six months to get it out of your system, no penetration other than what another woman can do for you so no dildos, vibrators or anything else that could be used to penetrate any part of your body other than the fingers and tongue of the woman you're in bed with. I don't want to know her name and she will not know mine. After six months, you tell me it's over and I accept that it is." It seems she wasn't content with my explanation. "Please my Master, this girl wishes to ask further questions since this is new to me." She felt me nod my head and I did expect her to sit up straight as she asked me, I'm not sure if she felt brave enough to do so and kept her head on my shoulder. "One woman for six months? Or two for three months each?" I believe she quickly realized my answer when my body reacted before my mouth did. "If you asked twice in the space of six months Samantha, I would know how promiscuous you were being and stop the agreement altogether." "This girl is allowed a woman but what if she is married?" "The agreement is a woman Samantha, you simply tell the woman that she is invited but her husband isn't." I did feel I had to make something clear so I pulled her up so we could look at each other. "Know this Samantha; you are a slave, by extension a submissive. Don't seek a dominant female to take for six months. That in itself, would lead to complications you don't want to have." This was clearly a topic she wanted to continue, so I allowed her to, except I got my say in first. "You must both agree Samantha, the businesswoman and daughter of Mitchell Harper gets a say in this just as slave does. Do not under any circumstances turn this into a fight. I didn't allow Red her first female relief for close to three years, I needed to make sure that both parts of her were one. You have seen Frankie. She has taken to this lifestyle quicker than many because Shannon trained her. Red on the other hand fought her training at every turn. Like you, both parts of her struggled to be at peace with each other." "Thank you my Master. I understand and both of us will choose wisely should the need be there. I am to come to you and ask and should you agree, I have six months. When it ends, I am to tell you and nothing more will be said on the matter." It was clear she had thought of something else and now wondered if this conversation was over and she was no longer allowed to ask. I kissed her to put her at ease. She understood the meaning and I watched and waited. "My master, please help me. My sister said that you have only allowed her three lovers in all the time she has been in this lifestyle." I nodded my head and explained that the first time she asked, I refused. We looked into her life and found that the only reason was that she was spending more time working than dividing her time with us. Once she adapted her work time to a more comfortable level and took on more staff to help cover the workload, the free time Red now had, she wanted to spend with us rather than in the arms of a lover. Sometimes all it needed was a fresh set of eyes. If her request was justified, then I would have agreed, on some of the occasions she asked it was because she over loaded her life with work. A lover would have done nothing to change that and it would have been a wasted six months. Samantha clearly thought about what I had said and nodded her head in acceptance that this gift was only going to be allowed to be used, if the right circumstances were in action. "This girl understands now and thanks her Master." We kissed and she settled down once again, then she wriggled and I started to become hard. Samantha frowned, wriggled once again and I became harder. I also knew what was coming next. "My master, this girl has a different question." It was clear she was going to struggle with how to phrase it, so I beat her to it. "You want to know why your sister kept calling me 'pencil dick'?" It was fun to see her blush so much before she nodded her head. "Red had been living in her apartment block for six weeks when one of the neighbors came to visit. She was fresh meat and he wanted first dibs on her, it seems subtlety wasn't his strongest point. That old cliché of simply dropping his shorts and assuming that every woman was going to simply slide on, met with an abrupt end when Red pointed and laughed." Samantha's eyes grew wide and she smiled when she asked if her sister called him pencil dick? I nodded and told her that to me, it was a clear indication that Red was in there trying to help us, it was also time we joined the others so I added. "Besides we all know I'm eighteen inches when erect and often use it as a club to beat you girls with." Hearing Samantha truly laugh was such sweet music to me. We both knew this conversation was over and she stood to allow me to stand. My hand went to hers and for the briefest of moments, I squeezed hers before we entered the cabin. The sleeping arrangements were easy, yet maybe not so. I allowed Red to sleep with Caroline while Samantha and Frankie joined me. It was strange having guests and it highlighted itself with the showers in the morning. I left the girls to it and went and hid in my den so I could finish off the reports and paperwork that I had left in such a hurry. \\\\\\\* Samantha took Caroline to the airport since she herself was returning home before heading out again to one of her fathers companies; Red was staying with us for the next three days so her punishment could be completed. Frankie and I headed into work, I told Frankie of my wish to go back on the road soon, she agreed and said that she would look into another mix of some conferences and business calls. We both knew that the work for Harper Industries had to be dealt with first, since the time penalties would come into force soon. Red phoned me half way through the day and said that she wished to return to the gym to continue the fitness classes. I agreed as long as she took the butt plug out five minutes before her session and returned it after her shower, the last thing I needed was her damaging herself further. I already had Frankie damaged by a thoughtless bastard; I didn't want it to turn into an epidemic. Red thanked me and when I told Frankie of our conversation, she got straight onto the phone and asked Red to take her gym clothes with her and she would meet up with her after work. Seems I would have a few hours to myself tonight. The girls turned up at eleven giggling and clearly exhausted. I sent them straight to bed while I finished watching the late night game, yet within ten minutes of disappearing into our room, both were now asleep on the couch either side of me. There are times that slaves will do what you want, when you want them too and there are other times, they will let you think they are doing what you want them to do. I just called it a draw and pulled the bottom out of the couch that turned it into a bed and threw a cover over all three of us. "Damn slaves, never doing as they are told ought to be taught a lesson." Both of them just snuggled in closer, gave me a kiss on the cheek and whispered. "Love you Master." Before the regular breathing between them gave them away, I woke the next morning in the same position and by my reckoning, it was still a draw. The same pattern followed the next two days, but Frankie stayed with me the last evening. There was something on her mind and Red must have known about it since she had been at the gym all day and left Frankie an uninterrupted field. She was all work all day long. The frequent glancing at her watch as the day drew to a close, simply confirmed it. The drive home was done in silence, which was unusual for both of us. Her mind was in Frankie's world and at the moment, I was a bystander. I found Frankie kneeling in the middle of the room, her face clearly showing the fight she was having with herself. "Please my Master, allow this slave to speak." I picked up a couple of cushions and tossed one over to Frankie, it dropped right in front of her. Frankie nodded and placed it under her knees while I sat in front of her and made myself comfortable. "This slave was told by you and Doctor Kellerman that the damage done to this body you own will never go away. This slave has stood back and watched you take both my sisters in the ass and even knowing you are right and this body is damaged, she would like you to take this slave's ass at least once in our home. This slave feels, incomplete." The memories of Charles Winston and Atlanta were never far away from Frankie, even though I had told her she had done nothing wrong, she took it upon herself to be punished, for placing herself in a position she felt that would lead people to assume otherwise. She bled for a day after that encounter and even though I insisted she see Joseph Kellerman on our return and he had given her the all clear it would always be a weakness. "I won't say yes and I won't say no. Phone the good doctor and make an appointment. I will go with you and you will explain what it is you wish. Joseph has the final say slave, if he says no, then I don't want any scheming to circumvent his wishes. Your health is far too important to me." "I will obey, my Master." "There is one other thing slave, should Joseph allow this, then I will bring Red and Samantha home with us and all three of us will treat you as the slave you are for the evening. The leather collar will be on you until the sun rises and no hole in this body will be excluded, do you still wish this?" Those time lapse photo shots in nature programs when a flower opens up to the suns warmth were what I saw as Frankie digested all I had said. Goose bumps spread across her chest and she shuddered as her own mind took on the implications of all three of us taking her for the entire night. Her eyes dilated at the same time her nipples tightened and extended slightly, finally her cheeks flushed and she smiled as she looked up from my chest and into my eyes. "I look forward to that evening so much my Master, but I understand it will be allowed only if Doctor Kellerman agrees. Even if it's only the once and my ass is kept as a punishment from then on I will understand and keep that night close to my heart, this slave will be whole that evening." Joseph phoned me later that evening, he had found a good therapist for Red's post traumatic stress and her treatment would begin the day after Red went back to the clinic. He wanted Red to stay at the clinic for one more week and then as an outpatient, until the therapist was satisfied with her progress. I asked him if the therapist had seen the film that Joseph would have made in the room. The pause told me enough. "Her comment was that although it was dangerous and unorthodox. It was the strangest shock treatment she had seen, but seeing the film gave her a foundation to build on and the fact Red had made her peace with Caroline helped." All that was left now, was the settlement that Mathew was dealing with and all ties with Hollywood would then be severed. \\\\\\\* Although I'm used to the silence that always emanated from Marlon's lab, often I would go down there just to see if he was even in the building. I told Frankie on the way into work that I needed to catch up with Marlon and get an idea on how long this project of Harper Industries was going to take and if he and I would end up locked in his lab for the duration. My first stop was to see Mrs. Gillins and play catch up before heading down to Marlon's lab; Jodie was sitting in her seat, while Mrs. Gillins was across the room next to a cabinet reading a file. She looked up and smiled at my reaction. "Get used to it Jack, when you call me, more often than not, I will be sending Jodie in to deal with you. Neither of us has time to make this transition a slow one." I poured my own coffee and sat across from Jodie. "Has he set the wedding date yet?" Jodie smiled and nodded her head. Mrs. Gillins placed the file back into the cabinet and walked across the room. "I will thank you both not to talk about me like I'm not here. As a matter of fact, he hasn't yet, Rebecca phoned me and told me that Thomas is making tentative plans and has already hired a wedding planner. Rebecca and Niamh have already volunteered themselves as bridesmaids should I want any." It occurred to me that Jodie was still hiding behind her silence. I'm sure that the next drama would sort that out one way or another, I sipped at my coffee and we all talked, catching up on all but what I was heading down to Marlon's Lab to deal with. "We have a problem." I did nothing more than grab Marlon by the arm and take him outside to the coffee machine, sat him down and fed him coffee for the next ten minutes. Every time he opened his mouth I put my hand up to silence him until we had both finished our coffee. "Answer yes or no... Have you finished your coffee?" "Yes." "Is the problem in your mind still a big one since the boss bought you a coffee?" "Yes and don't you dare threaten me with Francine again, that's not fair." "You were told to answer yes or no." I pulled my cell out of my pocket and called up to Frankie inviting her to lunch with us as long as she got the pizzas delivered. Poor Marlon almost cried as he sat and listened to my conversation. Hell I even got him another free vend coffee from the machine to commiserate, forty minutes of general conversation later Frankie and Jodie came down the corridor carrying two boxes each. Marlon alternated his terrified look between me, the girls walking and talking down the corridor and fire exit. "That's not fair." I smiled and we all walked into Marlon's man cave for lunch. Jodie acted as a good foil for Marlon. I couldn't beat up on him too much; Frankie couldn't sit and stare at him, or even smile occasionally. She had a calming effect on him that I hadn't seen any female have with him since he had been here, while the girls sat and listened, Marlon told me that one of the circuit boards that Mitchell Industries had sent over had a 'bastard program' installed and he had traced the board back to the Sanchez brothers company. "Ok, back to basics. How do you know all this?" "I recognized the signature it was giving off and phoned a friend of mine. We had a chat and he admitted that he had seen this type of signature a couple of times before. Boss, this can't be installed anywhere else. If we do, it's a backdoor program for any hacker to let themselves in and do all sorts of fun stuff." Both the girls had stopped eating about halfway through there pizza. The implications of what Marlon was saying were grave. "Girls I need you both to pack up and head back to the office. Frankie, get in touch with Samantha and tell her I need an appointment with her and her father as soon as possible. Jodie, go home and pack a bag you need to be back here in three hours." "Why?" I didn't get a chance to answer, Frankie had her by the arm and was already steering her out of Marlon's Lab. "Isolate it. Don't destroy it for now, but make sure it sits in the deepest darkest part of this lab and only you can get at it, even if I send Frankie down here to get it, you keep it away from any living being on this planet and especially from our own mainframe. Do I make myself clear?" The relief that he no longer had sole responsibility for this was evident to see. Marlon even smiled and nodded his head. To him I was already out of his lab, his full attention once again of the potential monster sitting on his desk. Mrs. Gillins stood as I came into my office; Frankie was still on the phone so we found a quiet corner. "In all the time I was here you never took me out to one of your business associates, yet you're dragging Jodie with you." "You, I never needed to worry about. Jodie I do, I need to see with my own eyes how she handles this. This company could be sailing very close to the wind, depending on what I get out of Mitchell Harper. I need her close by as I will Frankie. If she passes this I will personally walk you down the isle and accept Jodie as your replacement, but she has to come with us, conference calls and phone calls aren't going to cut it this time." She nodded her head. "I thought as much, just look out for her Jack." "No. She stands or falls on her own. We all have a job to do on this trip and not much time to back each other up. She has a job and you claim she knows her job, now its test time. Frankie will help if she can, but she will have enough to do as it is. For a moment, Mrs. Gillins started to say something, then smiled and changed her mind. "Mitchell Harper has cleared all of tomorrow afternoon; Samantha was heading out to New York in the morning but has put that on hold. Our flight leaves in three hours and were booked into the Rossington for an initial two days, but we have dibs on the rooms for longer if we need them. You have a suite and I'm in with Jodie." We both listened to Frankie as she spoke. Mrs. Gillins just couldn't help herself as she walked towards the door. "No time to check out adjoining rooms then, huh?" Frankie colored and smiled. I don't know why she did, that damn woman knew everything, and she was just reminding us that she did. \\\\\\\* We met Jodie at the airport and all three of us went business class, I just looked at Frankie. She smiled and said they were the only available seats. The temptation to check out coach and toss her skinny ass down there if she had lied was only held in check because Jodie was sitting between us and seemed like she was in her own personal hell. "You could have told us you don't like flying." "Mrs. Gillins told me to keep my mouth shut until we landed." "Well, if you feel the need to throw up, aim towards Francine." I'm almost sure the flight attendant was going to come down the isle to see if everything was ok since all three of us were laughing so much. All through the flight, we kept a constant feed of water into Jodie, working on the principle that if it were going down it wouldn't have time to come up, plus the constant visits to the bathroom kept her mind occupied until the light for all seat belts to be put on flashed. The sign held by a chauffeur said, 'Mr. McManus and guests'. I told Frankie to go ahead and grab our rental and I would see her later at the hotel. It seemed he wasn't sure what to do when I stood in front of him on my own and asked to be taken to the office. His instructions were that we were all going to the Harper residence. That wasn't going to happen, considering the animosity between Peggy-Sue and I. The chauffeur phoned ahead and Samantha met me at the door. We walked in silence to Mitchell Harper's office. I wasn't planning to get involved in any real conversation with him until I had Frankie and Jodie with me. I didn't want anything turning into a 'he said she said' finger pointing exercise at a later date. Mitch and I shook, and we sat away from his desk, Samantha slightly behind her father. "The conversation I had with Francine said there was a problem with the piece of equipment Sam dropped off, yet she wouldn't get involved in any details." "I've got Francine and one other employee with me. We need rest because it's been a hell of a long day and I have a report being sent to me that won't get here until later this evening so I would prefer we stuck to our original schedule if you don't mind Mitch." Even though he looked intently at me, he couldn't figure out what was going on. "You declined my offer of spending your time with us at the house?" "Please don't read anything into that, if it was just Francine and I, it would be fine, but I brought someone with me and I wouldn't like to impose. The thin ice I'm on with your good wife would just get thinner." Samantha blushed and Mitch laughed so much his face went red and he started to cough, I actually thought he was heading for a heart attack. "She told me when she got back. I had to head out for a round of golf before she saw me laughing. I don't agree with what you did Jack, but Sam said it was necessary so I took her at her word, Peggy-Sue on the other hand, has been sticking needles into effigies of you ever since." We smiled and Samantha got slightly more flushed. We had coffee and bragged a bit about life before we shook on it and I went down to reception to get a cab back to the hotel. Mitch promised to smooth it over with his wife and told me that tomorrow afternoon was still clear for whatever had brought us all here so suddenly. Frankie met me at the hotel's reception desk and told me that Samantha had phoned her as soon as I had left, wanting to know what was going on. "Phone up to Jodie and tell her she has an hour to get ready. We have dinner booked and no, it isn't pizza." The smile from Frankie said it all and she dashed towards the elevator while I picked my key up and headed for my room. Samantha was sitting on my bed when I came out of the bathroom. "What's going on Jack? Francine is telling us nothing and you all but shut up shop when my father asked you the same question." I walked over to the phone and called Frankie. "Yes she's here; ask reception to make it another place at out table... No need, you know she's always immaculately dressed, she doesn't need to.... Ok see you downstairs in ten." She sat and watched me dress, I had nothing to hide she had seen all of it and some of it has been very intimate with her, I did catch her licking her lips and she flushed when I smiled and guided her out of my room. I was even polite and didn't ask how she had gained access to my room. Frankie and Jodie met us at the elevator and I swear poor Jodie was at a loss for words, well more than usual, anyway. In desperation, Samantha again turned to Frankie while the elevator descended to the lobby and the restaurants. "It has something to do with that piece of computer, doesn't it? Jack's not talking, at least tell me something." I held my breath as Frankie looked towards Samantha. "The weather here is much better than home at the moment, I personally think the boss really wanted to come here so he could top up his tan." Jodie laughed and I held onto Samantha's arm so she could be at peace with herself and resist the urge to punch Jodie. Oh boy, did I get the looks when I walked in with three women in tow, Samantha finally resigned herself to knowing that she wasn't getting anything out of any of us and reluctantly at first, enjoyed the meal. It also took Jodie half an hour to notice that both Frankie and Samantha had the same necklace. Then she spent the rest of the evening trying to figure out if this was one of those things she should see and say nothing about. Mrs. Gillins had told her this would happen sometimes, when she told her she was handing her job over to her when she left to get married. We finally adjourned to the bar for coffee. The girls had ones with funny sounding names that always seem to include alcohol, I just shook my head and decided that society is doing everything it could to destroy coffee in its natural form. Being the purist, I sipped mine as Frankie and Sam talked while Jodie watched and said little. Once again, Frankie's abilities came to the fore when she stood and announced that she was going to the bathroom. "Miss Harper. Since tradition means that no woman ever goes to the bathroom to freshen up on there own, would you care to join me?" Jodie smiled and tried to hide it behind her liquor glass. She watched both stand, nod towards me and walk to the bathroom. Jodie's glass once again rested on the table before she crossed her legs and looked towards me. "Is this going to be my interview?" "Why do you say that?" "You haven't stopped watching me since we got on the plane, not in a perverted sort of way, I know that. You're watching me, assessing me. Mrs. Gillins was your safety net and now that she's getting married, you need to find out for yourself if I can take up the slack." "You're following someone who started in my company almost the same day I started it. I understand that no two people are the same. You will have strengths and weaknesses just like we all have. I need to know just how strong you really are." Jodie smiled and sipped her coffee, uncrossed her legs and once again placed her glass back onto the table. Her gaze swept the whole room once before she leaned onto the arm of the chair she was sitting in so she could talk more quietly. "Strong enough, to see that you are two people in the same body. Strong enough to know that Francine is your niece, and also your slave and now strong enough, to know that Samantha is, as well. I'm strong enough to see that you are committed to every person who works for you, just as I'm strong enough to fight my fear of flying and watch as both you and Francine did everything you could to comfort me the entire journey." She paused long enough to take another sip of her coffee before continuing. "Mrs. Gillins phoned me at home while I was packing. When I asked her for advice, she simply said that I was to be myself. If I tried to be anyone else, you would see through me. When that woman pulled me out of the secretary pool and made me her assistant, I was so scared. She is a legend in that building, yet she chose me amongst some who were far more senior than I was." Jodie watched both Frankie and Samantha walking back across the bar area for a moment and smiled once again. "When Mrs. Gillins sat me down and told me what she had planned for me, I told her, what I'm about to tell you now. My folks told me that above all else, a person's word has to count for everything. My folks were country folks where a handshake was more binding that any written contract because a person's word had to stand for everything." With that, she reached across the distance between us, her hand held out. I took it and we shook on it. "What you have is a younger version of Mrs. Gillins, except with slightly more attitude of course." We both laughed and as far as we were both concerned, the interview was over. Frankie continued to stand, seemingly waiting for Jodie and they both walked to the elevators. Samantha came and sat next to me. "She knows?" "Yes, she spotted your necklaces and since she knew about Frankie, the rest was just watching how you both interacted with each other." "Do you want me to arrange for her to have an accident?" We both laughed and I told her that she had no worries. I had met her husband at one of the company picnics. She was as devoted to him as I had ever seen with any married couple twice their age. We both watched the elevator close before I looked once again at Samantha. "This girl would like to stay the night with your permission." "Yes of course, as long as your folks know you're here. I know you're a big girl now and you can stay with whomever you wish but its called courtesy, Samantha. The other thing is, I can't have you come down for breakfast. Jodie may have knowledge of my lifestyle, but I refuse to flaunt it in her face." "This girl phoned mother from the bathroom and she knows I'm with you. My sister agrees with you and I will be gone before breakfast, but this girl could not pass up this opportunity when it arose." \\\\\\\* After breakfast, Frankie talked to Reception and got us a small meeting room so we could video conference with Marlon. We had left so fast, we needed to work on some of the information Marlon had gleaned from the circuit board, before he realized what he actually did have in his hands. I asked him to do one more test on it and get back to us with the answer as quickly, but as carefully, as he could. We then spent the next hour going over what we had before breaking for lunch and then heading over to Harper Industries. Samantha met us at reception and escorted us into a meeting room. I could see through the glass partition of the door that two of their security people took up positions by the door as soon as Samantha locked it. Mitchell Harper came in the far door along with two people I didn't know. "Ok Jack, this is Clive Marshall, from our technology department and that's Tony Costas from legal. Ladies and Gentlemen please take your seats and let's get to the bottom of what's brought Mr. McManus here so quickly." I went over what Marlon had found out about one of the circuit boards Samantha had brought with her and the implications of its use as a back door for a hacker. Clive instantly refused to believe it until Frankie pulled out a file, walked over to him and placed it in front of him. We lost Clive while he was reading the file, so we continued. Mitch and I talked about the length of time it took his company to finally buy the Sanchez group of companies and how much of their technologies had so far been merged with his own. That conversation suddenly peaked Clive's interest once again and he excused himself from the meeting. It was clear Mitch wanted Clive back in the meeting before we continued so I suggested coffees and Mitch readily agreed. Jodie's cell beeped once while we all talked about random things, waiting for Clive's return. She looked at her cell and then passed it onto to me to read. I nodded and thanked her before she placed her cell back on the table. Clive came back half an hour later, clearly looking like he wanted to be somewhere else and that worried Mitchell Harper. "I do know something I didn't know when I left home. I had Marlon do a test of the board he has. He was able to work out when the backdoor became active and that was in the later stages of your companies dealings with the Sanchez group. To Marlon's knowledge the backdoor was installed and tested once before it became dormant." Samantha was still watching Clive, even more so when he placed his head in his hands and started shaking his head. She stood and leaned across the table her face red with anger. "What have you done and where did you just go?" Clive actually cowered in front of Samantha. "Nothing is wrong, I checked as soon as I got there. But just to be on the safe side I closed the system down and I have Andrias pulling the board out." Samantha practically screamed at Clive. "You have one of these things in our own system. What the fuck were you thinking, you moron? Get out and personally get that piece of shit out of our system and I want a full diagnostic done, now get out and send someone in here that knows what they're doing and won't be a reckless idiot like you and place this company in danger." Clive looked toward Mitchell Harper for some sort of support. That proved fatal. I swear that if Mitchell Harper had a blunt object in his hands, he would have used it by now. Clive ran out of the meeting room as if his ass was on fire. Samantha looked towards her father who nodded in the direction of the now departed Clive. "I'll deal with this and send Andrias up here since it's clear she knows what she's doing." Mitch clearly wasn't in the mood to continue this meeting, but we had no choice. We all grabbed more refreshments until a harried looking woman came to the meeting room wearing a white tech coat, knocked but refused to come in until I went and opened the door for her. She was scared and clearly way out of her comfort zone. Frankie and Jodie took an arm apiece and gently got her to sit down. "Am I in trouble?" Instantly Mitch switched to father mode and in the softest voice, I have ever heard from him, he explained that she was fine and not in any trouble at all. He told her that this meeting needed her mind and she was not to be afraid to say what was on it. Andrias nodded her head, her eyes told another story. Mitch pulled the file across from where Clive had sat and asked her to read it. She put on glasses and we left her to it. After half an hour, she stopped reading and looked at me. "I don't doubt the accuracy of this document but I need some facts, can you let me talk to the person who did this assessment of the circuit board?" Jodie plugged in her laptop and within ten minutes, Andrias was talking to Marlon. I think I was the only one in the room that could keep up with what they were talking about and part of me was glad about that. Mitch was clearly not going to like what was coming next and my look towards Frankie forewarned her as well. Jodie seemed to pickup on my look and knew this didn't bode well either. The only one of us sitting there cleaning his nails and staring out the window was Tony and I had a feeling that would be an exercise he was going to regret. Andrias thanked Marlon and turned to Jodie to thank her for the access. "Sir, I need to go to the lab. The board should be out of the system by now and I have just been told how to find out if this board has a back door and if it has, how many times it was accessed." Mitch nodded his head and Andrias stood. "Just one question, before you leave my dear. How long has that board been in our system?" "Six weeks, sir." Mitchell Harper seemed to age in an instant, he thanked Andrias again and waited for her to leave before he looked at Tony. "Go back to your office. Get in touch with every head of every company we own, personally tell them that they are to close their mainframes to outside use until further notice. If any of them cry about it, I want their names and the names of their replacements on my desk." Tony quickly grabbed his un-used notepad and left. "Jesus what a fucking mess. I'm going stop inviting you over here Jack if you keep doing this to me." I felt I had to offer him something. "The person you need to thank is the person who decided to give us one of those boards to test. At least now you know, and damage control can be initiated if need be, otherwise who knows what could have happened." Mitch giggled and shook his head once again. "It was Samantha, she wasn't happy with the fact we were merging so much of our systems so quickly without the proper checks. At first, I thought she was just being over protective and just to throw her a bone, I told her to take one of the boards down to you to check. With your backing, she would have got on with it. I have to start listening to that girl more often." "It still leaves us with the question of who put it there in the first place, but at least you can eliminate any of your own people. I'm sorry Mitch, but I had to be careful as well, which is why I didn't want to discus this with you yesterday. I still had to find some of my own answers." Mitch nodded as he stood and we shook on it. All three of us were escorted to reception and we headed back to the hotel. As we stood at our hotels reception area waiting for our keys, I looked at both girls. "The temptation just to head home now would result in all three of us being too tired to do much of anything when we got back. So, shower and change and I will see you both down here in two hours for dinner, we can talk about today and get it out of our systems. Frankie, can you sort our transport back home for mid-morning tomorrow please? I don't know about you guys, but I plan to sleep in." I met them both in the lobby and all three of us headed to dinner. Once we had evaluated the salient points and worked out if anything could have been done differently, we simply talked about heading home tomorrow, as the elevator doors opened to our floor and Frankie hooked her arm into mine, I was left wondering if I had missed something. Frankie was already undressing as I closed the door to my room. Once her clothes were folded and on the seat next to the bed, she knelt on the bed and waited for me. "Jodie understood the reasons you gave for wanting to stay another evening. However, she has a high sex drive and since we're roommates and she knows I'm yours and she doesn't cheat on her husband, she asked me to stay with you tonight, so she could have phone sex with her husband. That will tide her over until tomorrow. I just smiled and shook my head as I got into bed. Frankie followed me in and got comfortable and we were still in the same position in the morning when my alarm woke me. The flight home wasn't as intensive as before. Jodie seemed more relaxed, although we still plied her with plenty of water, she did seem slightly more relaxed and we were all thankful for the lack of turbulence. \\\\\\\* Jodie's husband met her at the airport and I was more than happy to let her head on home. She thanked me, but told me she still had a report to write up and wanted to bag and isolate the board Marlon had, in case the circuit board became part of a legal issue at a later date. We watched as her husband made himself comfortable in the lobby for the next couple of hours while Jodie got busy. Frankie also had her own job to do as she reminded me, when I returned from my own talk with Marlon. "Doctor Kellerman will see us both after work tonight. I outlined why I wished the meeting and he says he will hold off on a medical opinion until he has examined me." The way she was watching me, it was clear she expected me to say more. I didn't see the point; Joseph held sway on this matter. The girls' medical needs were his priority and once Frankie realized I wasn't going to comment further, she went back to work. Although I had been with the girls before, I usually kept them in their comfort zone and allowed another one of the girls to go in my place. It had been sometime since I had done this. Frankie sat down and explained in detail why she wanted Joseph to examine her and render his opinion on whether her wishes could be met. Joseph sat and listened, and then turned to look toward me. "You want me to allow this?" I didn't get a chance to answer. Frankie stood and took a step towards his desk. There was something different about Frankie as she did. "No. My Master wants you to deny me this. Know this doctor, you are unique here, three slaves trust you, three slaves come to you and you have to decide on their well being and good health. All three of us slaves accept that and know that our Master takes what you say to heart. If you say no, then he does as well. He will never go against your wishes for our health." Only now did she lean on his desk. "But know this. Yes, my Master was wrong to do what he did to my sister outside of the playroom but my sister challenged him and he had no choice. She has been punished and all but you have forgotten about it, three slaves come to you knowing you know of our lifestyle, we also forget sometimes how limited your knowledge is of that lifestyle. You have known this man for too many years to continue to hold the grudge that places a wedge between you." Joseph leaned back into his chair, his eyes glued to Frankie as she spoke. "You are a medical man, but sometimes with three slaves to look after, you forget that we need more than the medical man. What happened on your desk wasn't intended but it happened, I am a slave. Were my sisters to be here also, they would render the same statement. Stop this feud between you both, doctor and accept that we do wrong, get punished for our mistakes and we move on." Frankie stayed silent, not moving from her spot by his desk. "It goes against everything I believe in and know is right." "Then look on it as a positive and negative, don't allow your own morals to get in the way of caring for us. All three of us chose this life; we each sought out this man. Doctor, a mistake on your part could cost a patient their life, a mistake on our part will only ever cost us what you knew happened on your desk. A regrettable mistake was made, in that it should have been dealt with in the playroom. Please Doctor, don't harm years of friendship over this. Too many mistakes were made that day. Don't prolong the agony by forcing an even greater wedge into your friendship." Joseph kept his gaze on Frankie. She refused to back down. In the end, he looked at me. "She's got one hell of a persuasive way about her Jack." "I'm sure she learned it from Shannon." "Amen to that. Ok young lady drop your pants, get yourself up on the couch and assume the position." I smiled, and wondered how often he got away with wording it that way. Joseph was very thorough and after he finished told Frankie to get dressed. He washed his hands and by the time he had finished, a rather flushed looking Frankie was sitting next to me. "Does it have to be all of you using her? Not just you, Jack?" He watched me shake my head, and I suspected I knew what was coming next. Then a thought occurred to me and I asked Joseph if he wished to come to the cabin and check out the playroom. Only whatever he agreed on would be used, and would be for that night only. I think that suggestion alone, stalled his refusal to sanction the evening's activities. Frankie sensing that there was still a glimmer of hope, even offered to cook dinner while he toured the playroom and decided then. Frankie knew Joseph was hooked then, even when he asked if this was some sort of bribe. She agreed that it was and both of us laughed at her shameless antics. I met Joseph at the steps to the cabin two hours later and gave him a quick tour finally ending up at the playroom. Although Frankie shadowed me, she kept her silence. I'm not sure whether it was curiosity or professionalism but he pulled each drawer open and checked out everything inside. The smell of dinner wafted in and Frankie excused herself and left us alone as Joseph continued to check every item. "How long will it go on for?" "She will be collared about mid evening and both the girls and I will play with her until the sun comes up the next day." Joseph stood up and looked directly at me the strap on in his hands almost forgotten. "So it's not just her ass?" I smiled before shaking my head. "In a sense Joseph, it's all about her ass. But the girls and I won't allow it to be solely about her ass. She feels like she isn't complete Joseph, even though I sat her down and told her the damage that was done by the others. She understands that if you agree, this will be a one off and she can accept that, but to her it's a mental thing. She has seen me stuck in both Samantha and Reds ass at various times and she feels left out, this one time will let her know different. I think only then will she agree, that her ass is a no go zone for the rest of her life." For the first time Joseph realized something. "You don't want to do this do you?" "To be honest with you Joseph, no. Nevertheless, it's about her mental health, I treat all my girls as equal as I can. But this isn't an ideal world Joseph, Frankie came to me damaged because the bastard she was with before treated her so badly. She also knows that you have overriding say over the health of all three of them and that health is all-important to me. If you say yes then two slaves and a master will take every hole in her body until sunrise and she will know that it ends there." "And if I say no?" "Then Frankie will accept that. She may not like it, but she knows how much faith I place in your judgment and we will all get used to it. All three of us will continue to treat her as we did before this conversation started and life will go on until the next drama in our lives keeps us busy once again, but above all Joseph, she will know that from you, no will mean no." Frankie came to the playroom door and knocked once before telling us that dinner was on the table. It was clear to both of us that the good doctor was still thinking about what to do or say, I couldn't say anymore than I had already, so I left him alone to make his decision but kept him with us in our conversations that evening. After dinner, we adjourned to the couch. Frankie sat next to me her feet under her ass while the good doctor sat across from us. Even as Joseph placed his cup back on the table, the way Frankie tensed against my side made me wonder if she was sensing him. It was clear even to me that he had come to a decision. "My first instinct is to say no. However you are my patient and it's your mental state as well as your physical state I have to look after, so only if these terms can be met, I will agree that you can do this." Frankie nodded her head but said nothing, shrinking back into the couch slightly dreading the conditions before she had even heard them. "For a start, the evening of this wish of yours, I want you back in my office for a final check up. If I'm happy then you get to do this... BUT, I'm back here dead on sun up and I get you checked out and deal with your injuries right then. If I don't like what I see, you're straight into the clinic and I deal with you there." I had never seen Frankie move as fast as I did just then, one minute she was leaning against me, the next she was stuck to Joseph thanking him for allowing this. It still took a moment for both of us to get over her speed and another moment for Joseph to peel Frankie off him. "Francine, listen to me, I understand you want this, but I still have doubts and I plan to give Jack a list of things I want him to look out for. You don't get to see this list, because I wouldn't put it past you to ignore it, I know Jack won't. I will be up all that night and should he see anything that's on that list, all stops and I get here as quick as I can." She nodded her head but it was clear to both of us her mind was elsewhere, more so when she turned to me and said, "Please may I phone my sisters and tell them the good news?" Hell, all I could do, was smile and agree. She dashed into the bedroom and we could hear her talking almost instantly. Joseph watched and smiled as he too shook his head, we both walked back into the playroom and he set out six items that he was comfortable with us using on Frankie. I made a mental note and put it all back so that Frankie didn't get to look. As Joseph and I stood by his car, he looked up at the stars for a moment before looking back to me, my friend was back and I was thankful for that. "You know, I settled in this quiet backwater town thinking to myself that I could have a nice little practice and live out my life in peace. Then you turned up, with Shannon and Red in tow and decided my life wasn't interesting enough. I will forgive what you did to Red, forgetting may take a while longer." He held out his hand and we shook on it. "Let me know the date you plan to do this and I will have the list ready for you, when I see Francine." "I will. Goodnight Joseph." \\\\\\\* With Samantha's busy schedule, it would be impossible to grant Frankie her wish for a couple of months yet, although she didn't seem to mind, now that Doctor Kellerman had agreed she could do it. Marci's birthday was also drawing close, so Frankie and I also decided that she would go home for a week for her Moms birthday before we started to plan six weeks on the road. Being around my sister-in-law as she tried to get Frankie married off wasn't on my list of to do's, hell even Frankie was dreading the weeks activities but her promise to me to keep the relationship with her folks going meant she was duty bound to attend events like these. Red had come in with a newspaper under her arm, she dropped it on the table folded at the page she obviously wanted me to read. By the time I had finished reading it she was already naked and making us something we could take out onto the porch and eat. With both of us sitting on the edge of the hot tub she finally spoke. "I have a confession to make my Master; please don't be angry with me." When a slave confesses anything, you can normally set your mind to spending the rest of the evening in the playroom. Burning dinner has never fallen into the confession stakes, pretty much everything else had, so I was prepared for the worst, or I should have said, I thought I was prepared for the worst. The fact that Red sat staring out towards the clearing and the access road to the lake rather than look at me was all I needed to fear the worst. "I know what you told Caroline, she told me when I decided to keep in touch with her rather than shut her out totally like I had been doing. Although we are still tentative, we are talking and that's a start. She told me that she was nominated for Best Actress two days ago, the paper makes her statement a reality." A thousand and one thoughts and questions danced in my head, each one eager to have a voice. Red chose to sit and do nothing, we both finished our meal and drinks before we slid into the hot tub and Red made herself comfortable on my lap. The need to touch and hold each other outweighed my initial anger that she had kept her conversations with Caroline a secret from me. At the end of the day, my opinion had to take a back seat, her health, both mental and physical had to be above everything else. "What do you want from me?" This time she didn't even hesitate. "You're understanding?" My body tensed and Red quickly moved her arms around my neck and buried her head into my neck. "Please my Master. Please don't, I need you now. Please don't be angry with me, I paid for what I did because I was wrong to have done such a thing and not instantly come to you and beg your forgiveness." I still sat, saying nothing and pulling oxygen into my lungs to calm myself. "Caroline Atkins was my lover; your first rule was broken when you found out her name. Had the accident never occurred, you would never have found out. I forgave her for what she did to me afterwards at the studios insistence. Please my Master, grant this slave one wish. Hold me tightly when we watch the awards ceremony." "Why do you wish to put yourself through this? Walk away from this, read about it in the papers the next day. Your therapist is happy with your progress. I just fear two steps back rather than a step forward." "Please be by my side, hold me as we watch her win the award, as many think she will." I couldn't deny her, she was Red. My own misgivings had to be placed in the darkest part of my mind. She felt me nod my head and even held me tighter, if that was at all possible. \\\\\\\* Tonight was the night of the Academy Awards; Red had taken the evening off from the gym and handed her class to one of the other fitness instructors. Frankie was with her folks for the week and I held onto Red. It seemed that Caroline Atkins was indeed one of those nominated for the Best Actress Award for the first of the two films but was also widely tipped to win it. Red feared that once again she or the studio would stir up something. Mathew was also watching everything closely as the list dwindled toward the nominations for Best Actress. All four actresses nominated were being watched by millions when the envelope was opened and Caroline's name was read aloud. The applause was deafening and the commentator had to raise her voice to be heard. We watched as the films director leaned over and whispered something into Caroline's ear. Even the applause didn't stir her from her seat. Again, the director leaned in and said something to her, finally she nodded her head and slowly walked to the stage and the podium. She was hugged by some actor that I hadn't seen or heard from in years and actually thought he was dead, before the actor handed her the Award and the crowd slowly sat down and the applause dissipated. For some time, Caroline simply looked at the object in her hand before she sat it on the podium and looked out towards the crowd. It was then we both feared the worst. "Please don't do this." I looked at Red, her eyes locked on the person clearly looking out of place behind the podium. Finally, Caroline spoke and her voice broke as she did, she looked behind her and a stagehand came on with a glass of water. She thanked him and drank half the glass before she put the glass down and looked once again at the statue in front of her. "You know we all look on this as the pinnacle of our achievements in this industry, to be the best of our piers, even if it's just for a short time." Caroline once again picked up the statue and looked at it closely. "Please don't do this." "I should be proud as I hold this, yet to feel pride means I have to actually feel an emotion. This person standing here holding this, shouldn't even be here." The director for that night clearly knew what Caroline was going to do, and used two of the cameras in the room to gauge the emotions of the people listening to her. The director divided the screen and while keeping Caroline on one-half of the TV screen, used the other half to move from person to person in the audience. "Everyone knows of the accident on the second film and a very special person, who without a thought for her own safety protected me and kept me safe while she herself was badly injured as a result." It was almost time to go to commercial, they knew if they did that Caroline would simply leave and the millions watching would be screaming at the television company for allowing it. "Please don't do this." Red was just as transfixed as everyone else. As I held her close to me, she refused to take her eyes off the screen. "Even as the film was finished and the studio decided to give their special thanks to that one brave soul that did more in that moment of heroism and protected me as the flames engulfed her, causing third degree burns to the top half of her body." Once again, she paused, taking sips from the glass of water. The director was pleading with the television company to allow this to continue, the commercial break would destroy what was looking to be the scoop of the century. "Please don't do this." "The world woke up that day to the news that I had survived while to many, an insignificant soul, was placed in a coma to protect her sanity as her body screamed in agony that that one act of bravery had caused." As Caroline once again looked out towards the audience she spotted the live feed on one of the screens, on the other half of the same screen a woman in her fifties was dabbing a tissue to her eye. "She didn't wake up one morning and decide she wanted to be famous, her comfort zone was the other side of the cameras. She never thought that one act of saving her friends life would cost her so dearly, yet it did and she has to carry that reminder with her every waking moment." "Please don't do this." The television company bowed to the pressure of the commercials and ordered the director to count down. He had forty-five seconds and he prayed like hell that Caroline had said what she needed to say by then. Caroline held the statue up high. "This isn't mine. I'm simply up here to collect this for the person who does deserve it." The director, acting on instinct made Caroline full screen as she looked directly into the camera. "I promised I would leave you in peace, I will get this to you my friend and I thank you from the bottom of my heart for my life and I'm so desperately sorry for everything." The audience stood and to ear splitting applause, Caroline stood to one side of the podium and nodded her head towards the camera one last time before walking off. Five seconds later the station went to commercial and the director clenched his fist and screamed 'YES'. End of Chapter Nine.
Mature Lady and the Coed	41,593	4.57	2,122,314	[ "old-young", "lesbian", "lesbian sex", "mature" ]	I enjoy all genres of written erotica. My works are a mix of personal fantasies, real encounters, and rewrites of stories read many years ago. This is my first attempt at lesbian erotica. I have always been fascinated by it, first in the written form, later on VHS tapes, and of course the vast amount now available online. It is a rewrite of a story I read sometime in the 80's. The ending left me hanging, so I want to try to improve on that. As they say, we shall see. \\\\\* My name is Margaret, my friends call me Marge. I'm divorced, 52, 5 feet 5 inches tall, with green eyes and shoulder length light brown hair. I've always been curvy, with wide hips and large boobs, and of course after giving birth to my daughter, my tummy wasn't as tight as it had been before. And with the passing of years, my boobs became larger and more pendulous, and my butt and hips grew more 'generous'. But I had always received attention and compliments from men, even as I grew older, so I was totally blindsided when my husband ran off with his co-worker. My daughter and I struggled for a few years after my divorce, but luck was with me, and I took on a good job at the local university. Several promotions followed, and I eventually became VP of a department. We moved from a shabby apartment to a nice ranch home, followed by my recent purchase of a larger 2 story closer to campus. We were happy, involved in many college and community activities. But, there was a hole in my life, and I didn't know how to fill it. Oh, I dated several men, but nothing that lasted. I couldn't seem to connect on an emotional level anymore. Even sex had lost it's appeal, in spite of the skill of some of my partners. I tried to meet my needs with a vibrator, but that became more frustrating than satisfying. I wanted and needed something, but didn't know what it was. That all changed for me on a wild night a year ago, when I rediscovered my love of sex, and found the emotional attachment I craved. I had to attend a fundraiser, and would be home late, but my then 19-year-old daughter was having friends over. I knew the girls, coeds from the college, both older than her, and very nice and intelligent. One, Sarah, was a student assistant in our department, while the other girl, Tina, was popular and well-known on campus. Sarah was a runner, tall and slender, with a tight little body. Tina was shorter, with a more lush body, big breasts and round ass. My daughter was curvy, but not as much as Tina or I. My daughter did not have a boyfriend at the moment. Like me, she had dated a few boys, but none became serious. As far as our guests, I didn't know if they had boyfriends, and I didn't want a party breaking out in my house, so I gave the three of them the standard warning about no booze or guys in my house while I was gone. They laughed at me, and told me not to worry, no guys were in their plans. With that settled, I left for the fundraiser. Several hours later, I returned, a warm glow on my face from the wine served at the event. The garage door was open, but camp chairs and a cooler were in the way, so I parked in the drive, and entered the house. The downstairs was dark. I stepped out of my shoes, and padded around, trying to find the girls. After a short search, I heard a muffled sound from above. Ah, they were upstairs. The stairs were carpeted, so I made no noise as I walked up. The door to her room was cracked open, with soft lighting coming through. Another muffled sound, like a person struggling to keep quiet. My curiosity was growing, so I slipped up to the door and peeked in. My jaw dropped at the sight before me. Sarah was lying naked on the bed, her legs spread, hand on her crotch rubbing her outer lips, the other hand cupping and fondling her small B-cup breast. She was watching my daughter and Tina who were on the floor. Both were kneeling. My daughter's knees were apart, her hands on her thighs, her eyes closed. Tina was kneeling before her, and had a hand on her pussy, a finger slipped between the lips and obviously rubbing her clit. As I watched, Tina leaned forward, and sucked in one of my daughter's nipples, bringing forth a sigh of pleasure. I was stunned, unable to do anything but stare, and as I watched the girls, I became aware of becoming aroused, a warm wet glow growing in my pussy. Tina continued to finger my daughter's clit and suck on her nipples. As I watched, my daughter's breath grew ragged and shallow, and she arched her back, thrusting her boobs to Tina's face. Then I could see her tense up, shudder, and let out a long sigh as the orgasm hit her. Tina strummed her clit for several more seconds, and withdrew her hand as my daughter slumped down onto the carpet. Tina turned around to Sarah on the bed, and took one of Sarah's legs in each hand. Spreading them apart, she lowered her head to Sarah's pussy, and began to eagerly tongue Sarah's clit. I watched for another minute or so, then came to my senses and eased away from the door. My mind was racing at what I had seen, and I was very confused about what I should do. The wetness between my legs did nothing to help my thinking. I located my shoes, and went back into the garage. Standing in the dark, I finally decided to wait a while, then go back in, and make enough noise they would know I was home. I waited 10 long minutes, nervously wondering how I was going to handle the situation. And, what situation was I going to handle? Surely they wouldn't waltz down the stairs and announce they were lesbians? I gave the door a bang as I closed it, walked around and turned on lights, turned on the TV, poured a glass of wine, and sat down to wait. Right away, I heard my daughter yell down "Mom, is that you?" "Yes dear, it's me." "Ok, we'll be down in a minute." Very soon, they rumbled down the stairs and into the living room. Their faces were flushed and their eyes were excited, but had I not seen what I had seen, I wouldn't have suspected a thing. They sat and chattered, asking questions about the fundraiser, and putting on a great act of acting like everything was normal as could be. I was trying to think of a way to address the subject on my mind, when Tina unexpectedly asked if I could give her a ride back to her apartment. "Oh, well, uh, yes, I suppose I can. Aren't you staying the night?" I asked. "I'd like to." she answered, giving my daughter and Sarah a look and a smile. "But I have to get up early tomorrow." I saw that Tina was braless under her t-shirt, and her nipples were large and erect. Probably still aroused from having sex, the thought ran through my mind. "All right, let's go." I pushed up out of the chair, and slid on my shoes. Tina grabbed her sweater, and we walked to the car. As we walked down the hall, I couldn't help but notice her ass swinging in front of me, the round globes jiggling under the spandex. We got into my sedan and left for her apartment, which was on the opposite side of the campus, requiring a longer drive than I had anticipated. Once in the car, Tina said very little, and in fact appeared to be bothered by something. As we neared her place, I glanced at her, and she was rubbing her eyes. I was curious at the change in her mood, but didn't say anything until I had pulled into the parking lot and shut it off. "Tina, is something wrong?" "No" she replied in a tiny voice, and wiped her eye again. I felt under the seat, and found a box of Kleenex, and handed it to her. She dried her eyes, smiled, and handed the box back to me. "Are you sure you're okay? Something has you upset." She sighed, and leaned back in the seat. "I'm tired of being alone. Everyone but me has someone." she said in a quiet voice. "I have lots of friends, but no one to hold me and love me. I'm one of those life-of-the-party girls, the one everyone likes to have around. But when the party's over, I always go home alone. And if I do take someone home, they leave the next morning. I'm so fucking lonely, I can't stand it!" She started to cry again, and put her hands over her face. My maternal instincts kicked in, and I leaned towards her, putting a hand on her head, and stroking her hair. "I know how you feel, Tina. I've been divorced a long time, and even though I have my little girl, it still gets lonely at night." After the words were out, I wondered, why did I say that? My own feelings were in conflict. This girl is young enough to be my daughter, and an hour earlier, I had watched her having sex with my daughter. But yet, I had been aroused by what I had seen, and it brought back memories of my own experiments with girls in college. Tina was obviously attractive, no, more than attractive, she was very sexy too. All these thoughts were whirling around in my head as I tried to console the girl. Tina seemed to have cried herself out, but I continued to stroke her hair. She took a deep breath, turned to me, and looked at me with her reddened eyes. "Thanks." she said, her voice still shaky. She slid over closer to me, and embraced me, giving me a hug. I hesitated, and out my arms around her shoulders. Her breath was warm on the side of my neck, and I shuddered involuntarily. Then I felt her breath on the side of my face, and her lips brushed my cheek, soft and light. I knew where this was going, but I didn't want to stop, couldn't stop. My heart was beating fast, and I could feel my pussy become warm and moist again as Tina lay more soft kisses on my face, working her way forward. She pulled away for an instant to look at me, then closed her eyes and kissed me on the lips. Again, I shuddered, the touch of a woman's lips on my own bringing back a flood of memories. We continued to kiss, gentle and tender, holding each other close. I felt the first touch of her tongue on my lips, and I parted them, allowing the soft pink flesh in, where it probed and flicked at my own. I threw away my fears and doubts, and kissed her back eagerly. She responded by putting her hand on the back of my head, and pulling me hard against her, her lips and tongue working nonstop with mine. This went on for several minutes, as hot and sexy a make out session as I have ever had. Then Tina pulled away, and looked at me, her eyes bright and cheeks flushed with excitement. "I've had a crush on you from the day we met." she said in a husky voice. "Oh, well, I'm flattered." I stammered. She gave a small laugh, and kissed me again. "As much fun as this is, making out in your car, we'd be more comfortable inside. You want to come in?" she asked, a hopeful look on her face. This was my chance to back out, but I knew I really didn't want to. "Um, sure." I breathed, taking the plunge. After all, I told myself, if things got weird, I could gracefully excuse myself and leave. We let go of each other, exited my car, and went into her apartment. It was small, but clean, and she took my hand and led me to the bedroom, closing the door behind us. Inside, she turned and faced me. Giving me another sweet smile, she peeled off her t-shirt in one quick motion. I gasped as her arms lifted above her head, her full boobs thrust out at me. They were big, but firm, with the upturned ends tipped by large red nipples. Throwing her shirt aside, they settled back onto her chest. I stared, it had happened so fast, but I couldn't take my eyes from them. I was so envious, I had a body like hers back in the day. Tina closed the gap between us, and slid her arms around my waist. Closing her eyes, she pushed her boobs into mine, and kissed me long and deep, her tongue pressing against mine. My hands on her shoulders, I kissed her back, now into what I was doing, no longer holding back. Tina's hands slid down my back and over my round ass until she was cupping a fleshy cheek in each hand. Then she pulled me against her pelvis, her hands squeezing my ass. We were molded into each other, lost in each other's body and mouth. My heart was pounding, the excitement at what I was doing was so intense I was almost shaking. I was a strong and confident woman, but now I was putty in this girl's hands, and I was going to do anything she wanted. Any notion of leaving was forgotten. One of her legs slid between mine, and now we were grinding our crotches on the leg of the other. Oh My, this was so wild, and I still had my clothes on! That soon changed. Tina released my mouth and ass, and stepped back. With a look of intense hunger and concentration, her fingers flew down the button of my blouse. I held my arms away from body, as she slipped it off my shoulders, to fall on the floor. She sucked in her breath at the sight of my large soft boobs, held up by a red bra. She molded her fingers around them, and gave each a squeeze, causing me to sigh and arch my back. This was her signal, she stepped back into me while sliding her hands around to my back, and kissed me while unhooking my bra. I felt the clasps come loose, and my tits sag when the support was no longer there. She stepped back, pulling the bra with her, and my boobs fell onto my chest. "Oh my God." Tina whispered. "Your boobs are amazing. So big, and such big brown nipples too." I sighed, and held my arms out. "Yep, and they almost reach my belly button too." I laughed, what else could I do? This was the body I had. Now that she could see me, I thought she might have a change of heart. But no, she was looking at me with lust, and a hunger I had not seen in a partner in a long time. She stood close to me again, and deftly undid the belt, button, and zipper on my slacks. Then, hooking her thumbs in the waistband, she knelt and pulled my slacks and panties to the floor in a smooth motion. I put a hand on her shoulder, and stepped out of my clothes, and stood there, naked as a newborn. Tina was still kneeling in front of me, and placed the palm of her hand on my pubic bush. She pressed her hand against my mound, and ran her fingers through my curly pubes, then slowly and sensuously slid her hand up my belly, and on up between my tits. She kept it there, and stood to face me, then lowered her hand, and quickly squirmed out of her spandex tights. Now she stood before me, both of us naked, and drinking in the sight of each other. She was lovely, full upturned boobs with erect cherry red nipples, a soft tummy with a dark tangle of hair beneath it. Her thighs were thick, but her lower legs and ankles were trim. It was like looking at myself, 30 years ago. Tina sucked in her breath. "Margie, you are so beautiful." she said. "Your body is amazing." "Oh, you really think so?" "Oh yes! I said I've had a crush on you, and I've wondered what you look like under your clothes. You have a body to die for." Her words touched me in a way no man's compliments ever had. Here was a young girl in her prime, with a killer body herself, telling me my middle-aged body was beautiful. Words escaped me, so I just smiled, and held my arms out to her. She came to me, and we locked in an embrace, mashing our lips together in a hard and passionate kiss. Now I could feel her soft skin against mine, her pillowy curves against mine. It brought those memories again, of how good another female body felt. We stood, kissing fervently, our boobs flattened against each other, and grinding our hips together. My heart was pounding with excitement, and the familiar tingle was stirring between my legs. I had not been this aroused in a long time. With a start, Tina broke the kiss, pulled her face away, and looked at me. "This is really hot, let's get in bed and take it up a notch." I just nodded, and we released our grip on each other. Tina took my hand and led me to the bed, and I lay down. There I was, my hair a mess, my boobs big flat mounds on my chest, and my legs spread, ready and waiting for what was next. Tina didn't keep me waiting, lifting my legs and pushing them back onto my chest, exposing my wet pussy to her. She dove in, giving my clit a swipe with her tongue, causing me to cry out from the sudden jolt of pure pleasure. That was followed by an amazing tonguing, as she licked and sucked at my clit, alternating with stabbing her tongue inside me. I grabbed my legs behind the knees, and pulled myself open as far as I could, sighing and moaning at the incredible sensations she was giving me. Then Tina gave me something new. She fastened her lips on my clit, and slipped a finger inside me. I could feel the tip brush the spot inside me. "Aaah, God, oh shit." I cried as my back arched and my eyes flew open. That was her cue, and she pressed down and rubbed the spot hard. It took me over the edge, and I orgasmed as never before, the contractions rippling through me. I released my legs and grabbed the sheets in my fists as I rode out the intense waves of pleasure. Then it subsided, and I lay slack, panting from the effort. Tina climbed into bed next to me and snuggled in, nuzzling at my neck. "Wow Margie, you really got off. I thought you might pass out on me. "I almost did. Whew, that was intense. That little move you made on my spot inside was the clincher." She smiled and kissed me, softly this time. I felt worn out, but also very relaxed. Tina gave me a few minutes to recover, just kissing and cuddling. Then she cupped my boob, and slid her thumb across the nipple, at the same time slipping her tongue into my willing mouth, letting me taste my own juices. I was still buzzing from the orgasm, and her renewed attention was getting me worked up again. When she felt I was ready, she got up on her knees next to me. I thought she wanted me to finger her, but she had other ideas. She eased a leg over me, so she was kneeling astride my belly, and began to move up my body. It was a very erotic sight, her big tits jiggling as she moved, and her wet pussy sliding over my tits as she came closer. I was both nervous, and excited, it was obvious she was going to put her pussy over my face, so I could return the favor she had given me. But it had been a long time, years, since I had licked a girl's slit. I hoped I could make her feel as good as she had done for me. It was there, inches away, pink and wet, a thin line of pubic hair on each side of the outer lips. I could smell the musky odor of an aroused pussy, so similar to mine, but still different. I put my hands on the round globes of her ass, and pulled her to me, sinking my tongue into her as the lips pressed against my face. She moaned, and rotated her hips, grinding against my mouth, as I lapped as deep into her as I could. The taste was a long-forgotten memory, a slightly metallic tang. I sighed into her, and dug my tongue even deeper. Her clit was rubbing against my upper lip, and I tilted my head back slightly, bringing my tongue to bear on her hard little nub. "Oh." She cried softly, as my tongue flicked over it. I traced circles around it, flipped my tongue against it, and pressed my tongue against it. Then I sucked it in between my lips, and licked it some more. Tina writhed and bucked, moaned and cried out, letting me know I was giving her what she wanted. Her juices, mixed with my saliva, ran down my face and onto my neck. I slid my hands off her ass, up her ribs to her big firm tits, and grasped one in each hand. Now I was fondling her boobs while working over her clit. "Ah...ah...ah...ah..." she cried every time I hit her clit. I took no mercy on the poor girl, no more than she had given me, and continued to push her to orgasm. Then, she was there. She clasped her hands over mine, pressing her boobs into her chest, and threw her head back. "Aaaaaaaaaaaah." She let out a throaty yell, and squeezed my head between her legs as the orgasm wracked her body. Finally, she released the pressure, and slid back off my face, giving me room to breath. She sat on me, breathing hard like she had run a race, and looking at me with a crazy smile. "Margie girl, you really know how to eat pussy. Where did you learn to do that? I thought you were a total hetero." "Ah, many years ago, I was a college girl too, and I had a roommate that was lesbian. We played for a semester, but she didn't come back after break. Had a lot of fun. Then I found a boyfriend." "Oooh, I see, that explains it. That was sooo good, especially when you squeezed my titties and sucked in my little clit at the same time. My God, I thought my head would explode." Then she smiled, and leaned forward, and kissed me. Now it was her turn to taste her own juices. We rested a bit, then took a shower together, washing off the sweat, saliva, and female cum that coated our thighs and faces. The shower involved a lot of kissing, fondling, and fingering, and we were worked up again when we finished. Tina begged me to stay a while longer, and said she had a surprise. So I stretched out on the bed, and waited to see what she had in mind. She fished around in a dresser drawer, and came out with a flesh colored dildo, but not just your ordinary sex toy. This one had two heads, and was curved in a C shape. She gave me a sexy grin, and licked at one of the heads. I just shook my head at her, and spread my legs, inviting her to come play. With a wicked smile, she knelt between my legs, applied some lube to one head, and rubbed it against my pussy lips. The combination of the lube and my wetness allowed it to slip right in, filling me up with the thick shaft. Tina worked it back and forth a few times, making me squirm, then straddled me again, and pointed the other head at her wet slit. Like with me, it slipped right in, and now we were tied together by the rubber shaft inside us. Tina leaned forward so she was laying on me, between my legs, our swollen tits mashed together between us. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around her waist, opening myself up. She responded by thrusting her hips, causing the shaft to fuck in and out, just like a man. But, the lush body on top of me was no man, but a beautiful, horny sexy woman. "Oh shit Margie, that feels so fucking good." Tina gasped. She stared bucking faster, thrusting into me in an erratic fashion. I held on, enjoying the ride, and thrust my hips up into her, trying to shove the shaft up into her like she was doing to me. I kissed her eagerly when she lowered her mouth to mine, and we fucked each other wildly. I could feel another orgasm building inside me, and I threw my hips up into her, trying to get her off too. It was a wild, sweaty race that lasted several minutes. I was so close to getting off, but without warning Tina rolled off of me, leaving the dildo inside me. She grabbed it and slid it out, throwing it aside. She then lifted my left leg and set it on her shoulder, and straddled my left leg. Now situated, she began to grind her pussy against mine. Oh, wow, it was intense, her clit rubbing directly against mine, making sloppy wet sounds. All I had to do was lay back and enjoy, Tina was doing the work, madly bucking her hips back and forth, her tits bouncing and jiggling, a look of intense concentration on her face. This new stimulus was doing the trick, my orgasm was coming on fast. I grabbed one of her full tits, and held on while she drove me over the edge. I threw my head back and sucked in my breath as ripples of pleasure flowed out from my wet red pussy. Tina was right behind me, squeezing my leg tight against her chest, and grinding down hard, our pussies mashed together. Finished, we looked at each other in wonder, breathing hard, our hearts racing from the effort we'd expended. She dropped my leg, and full on me, giving me a long deep kiss, which I returned in full. We were too worn out for more sex, so we lay in each others arms, and talked for hours. Tina informed me that Sarah and my daughter were a couple, and had been hiding it from me. She also expressed a desire to keep seeing me, and explore the possibilities of a relationship. I agreed to keep seeing her, I was very attracted to her, but had reservations about our age difference. Time would tell, I decided. That brings us to the present day. Sarah and my daughter were shocked initially when Tina and gave them the news, but accepted our decision, as I supported theirs. After a few months, Sarah and my daughter moved into Tina's apartment, and Tina moved in with me. We are very much in love. Of course, the difference in our ages does come into play at times, but we manage to work through those issues. Tina is happy to finally have ' someone to hold her', and I feel like the missing piece in my life has been found. We are lucky to live in a liberal community, where our relationship is accepted. In short, life is good, and I am happier than I have ever been.
Been Waiting for Love Ch. 02	62,501	4.68	388,352	[ "seduction" ]	Scott and Ricky were standing around talking to Scott's dad about how he found a couple of available houses for Scott to look at. Scott barely listened as he noticed Katrina with her own share of admirers surrounding her. Damn, he couldn't get over her change. Who knew the mousy girl that use to ride on his front handlebars would turn out to be a knockout. She looked up at him and smiled at him innocently. He nodded back in her direction, lifting his glass to her. She returned her attention to some guy handing her a glass of wine. This was very new for him to see her like this. He couldn't help but steal glances of her charming the group around her. Katrina has never really been a forward person, she was outspoken about things she was passionate about but never openly flirted. Scott turned back to the conversation and saw how Ricky stared at his sister. His jaw tightened as he watched the men laugh along with her. "Excuse me, man." Ricky said walking over to them and Scott just shook his head. Some things would never change, he thought to himself. "Is he ever going to let her grow up?" his dad asked. "I don't know, but there were too many guys around her." "Well, Miss Katrina has turned out to be a beautiful young woman," Scott nodded, "and single too." that's when he looked over to his dad. "Are you trying to tell me something?" Scott asked, lifting his eyebrow. "Nothing son, I just know a nice young lady when I see her. Besides I am the man that picked your mother." "From what she told me, it was the other way around." Scott grinned. "Very funny." Ricky came over with Katrina, pouting with her arms folded over her chest, "Did I really look like I couldn't handle myself?" she asked. "I don't care, I was making sure none of them tried anything." "You really think they are going to with you and Ivory here? You are scary enough by yourself, Ricky." she said and the two men laughed as Ricky shook his head. "I know what guys are thinking when they surround you like that." Ricky said. "And what is that dear?" Kendra said, popping up at his side. "They are thinking that she must be a very intellectual young lady, hey baby." Ricky said leaning down kissing her as everyone in the group laughed. "You full of it Ricky." She replied pushing him away. "Scott, what's been going on with you?" Katrina asked. For some reason her switching her attention to him, made him feel uncomfortable. "The usual things: watching my back, working, and going to school" he said looking into his half empty glass. "Has everything been okay?" "Oh yea, you know I take care of myself." he said glancing at her. "You know how my boy does it." Ricky said punching at Scott's arm. "What about girlfriends?" He sighed and looked up at her, "There is none." he would never admit it, but being so close to her, made him nervous. He tried looking uninterested in their conversation and her, but his body and mind was slowly betraying him. He pushed the thought from his mind and summed it up to him not getting laid in a long time. "Really?" she said looking at him intrigued. "Yea, I broke up with someone just before I went back on duty." "What happened?" was anyone going to stop this Q & A portion? "She couldn't take me being called away or some of the things that haunted me. She got selfish and cheated." "Well, she didn't deserve you." Katrina added. "I told him that when I first saw her, so where are you staying?" Kendra asked. "Well, I was thinking of looking for a hotel around here." "Nonsense man, you can stay with us." Ricky offered and Katrina looked at Kendra as if to say 'help me!'. "Baby, we are going to be busy with our own stuff. I'm pretty sure Scott does not want to hear you screaming." Scott couldn't help to smile. "I have a spare room." Scott blinked; he thought that came from Katrina. "Oh yea, Kat just got this condo and it has two bedrooms. You can stay with her." Ricky declared and Katrina smiled as Scott suddenly regretted his friend's big mouth. "No, I don't want to intrude on her." "No, it's perfect; you can go and keep an eye out on her. There are some guys around her place I don't trust." Ricky said and Kendra hit his arm. "Let your sister be a grown up." "What? Scott doesn't mind. He always helped me watch over her before." That was years and a D-cup ago, Scott thought. He was about to make another excuse when he realized something. There was no way that Katrina entertained any thoughts of him as being more than friends. He was starting to relax as he realized he was worried about nothing. When she was younger, her dream man was either Eddie Murphy or Johnny Gill, no way would she be interested in him. He sighed and smiled to himself feeling a weight being lifted off of him. "Alright, why not?" he smiled, "We can pop popcorn, watch Thelma and Louise, and braid each other's hair," he mocked and she hit his arm as he laughed. "You think you are so funny." Katrina didn't like this, at first she sensed his nervousness and his attraction to her, now he was doing the whole kid sister thing. She had to fix this quick. After the party, Katrina took Scott back to her place. He continued with the buddy thing and frankly, it irritated her. She couldn't be outright and honest about her feelings with her brother watching. She battled with herself for years about Scott. She didn't want to ruin the friendship Scott had with Ricky, but her need for him took over. After that kiss eleven years ago, nothing was ever the same for her. She kept imagining his lips touching hers again after he left. As she got older, she wanted more than his lips. She wanted to feel his body hover over hers, his hands touching every part of her body, and his cock inside of her. She tried to forget about him, she tried kissing other guys searching for that same rush, but she couldn't find it. She needed Scott. When they got to her house, Scott was thoroughly impressed with how well Kitty Kat was doing for herself. The condo was decorated in modem Asian decor with extraordinary paintings hanging on her walls. Her pictures adorned the fireplace mantle of various friends and family. The place was pretty spacious for a single person. It was the first time the Scott felt comfortable away from home. She showed him to the spare bedroom as she slipped off her shoes. "This is really nice, Kitty Kat." he said. She smiled up at him, "I try sometimes. Well, you can get comfortable while I change. Since it's early, you can keep up with that promise and braid my hair." "You don't have a hot date or something?" he asked, not realizing a part of him was hoping that she didn't have one. "Of course not, at least not tonight. I do have some beer in the refrigerator." "You drink?" "Last time I check I am over 21. I'll be back." She said going into her room. Scott watched after her enjoying the view of her ass swaying to her own sensual beat. He quickly snapped himself of those thoughts and went into his room. As he unpacked some things, he started to run a mental list in his head of what he should do so far as moving down here. He had to make sure to call his Commanding officer and friend, James to see if anyone made an offer on his place and needed to look into the school that he applied to. Oh well, he will deal with all that tomorrow. He needed to rest tonight. As he changed clothes, his eye caught his reflection in the mirror. He ran his hand down his chest noticing the faint scars. He closed his eyes, wanting nothing more than to push those memories from his head. Sometimes at night, he could still hear them shouting in his head. He could feel the crack of the whip on his back and the different blades slicing him. "Stop it." He whispered to himself. There was no need reliving in the past. He went back into the living room and looked at some of the pictures on her mantel. There were girls in the picture with her on a beach. Those must be some of her friends from college. He stopped at the picture that had all of them. She was between them with her arms wrapped around both their waist. They could have been 16 at the time, which would have made her 14 or 15. He remembered it was just before they went to the State Fair and she was excited to go without her mom. He heard light footsteps and turned around to see her standing there heading to the kitchen. Her hair was released out of her ponytail and draped over her shoulders. She wore a button down man's shirt that barely reached her knees. How any man in his right mind would enjoy the journey up those delicious caramel legs, he thought. "I thought I was being quiet." she ran her fingers through her hair. "They teach us to sleep light and listen for everything." he was thinking it was best to go sit on the couch before it became obvious he was staring. "I'll just grab you a beer" she offered. "Yea if you don't mind." She grabbed a beer and a glass of wine for herself. She joined him on the coach, tucking one leg under her. Their hands touched briefly as she handed him the beer which sent a set of electric currents through him. Damn, he thought he was over this. He had to admit that she looked so beautiful sitting there with her face freshly washed and she smelled so good. He took a deep breath as he settled back into his seat. "How is school?" she asked. "It's pretty good. I'm in my last year of law school and I'm finishing it here. I planned for some time to come back home so I've been making arrangements to transfer to another school. I just choose your brother's wedding as the time to make it official." "Really? That's so cool I never pictured you as the lawyer type." "Truth be told, I didn't picture it for myself, but after years of studying I found I belong there." "Where did you want to go from there?" "I was thinking working for a firm or becoming a JAG." "I'm so impressed Scott, I didn't think you were so determined." "That's almost an insult Kitty Kat." she turned away with a smile. "Well, it's hard to think that way when your main mission in school was to see how many girls you can bang." "That wasn't my main goal. That was just a perk of being so smooth." "You seem so modest about it." she replied sarcastically. "And you seem so bitter about it." she looked over at him. "I don't have to be. I seen you and my brother bring girls around and they always fell to your feet. I must admit I was always a little bit curious about you," he stopped in mid-drink to look at her, "but don't let that get to your head." He laughed uncomfortably, "You certainly have changed Kitty Kat." "Only in a good way." she paused looking at him. She scanned down his body, taking in every muscle in his body. Her exploration stopped at his crotch and she found herself wondering how long will it take to get it up. "So, what about you?" that snapped her eyes up, "I see you are cooking." "Yea, I became a chef. I cater out to parties for Debra's restaurant. She runs the restaurant side and I do the catering. It's called JK; the J comes from her middle name. She really goes by Jade. She has spent years working on the restaurant and I have to say it's real popular now." "She's a good friend?" "Yea, I met her in college, she actually helped me realize that I like cooking. I want to open my own bakery though. I want to serve French pastries and have the restaurant designed like those little cafes in Paris or open an Italian restaurant that plays jazz music. You know something different around here." "That's good, I know you are smart and determined enough to do that. You were determined enough to teach me how to dance." "Oh yea I remember that. You had two left feet and still didn't know how to work them. So, how's that going? You've been practicing?" "Yes, I practice every night with the guys at my camp." he replied sarcastically and she laughed. "Shut up, I'm serious. That took a lot of time to teach you to dance. I remember it was a couple of days before your prom and you weren't sure how to dance. Then you asked me to teach you the basic steps." "Yea, your basic steps helped somewhat, but didn't prepare me for how I really danced that night." "And how exactly did you dance?" "You're too young to find out." he said with that sexy grin and she bit her lip realizing this was the opportunity. "Stand up." she said setting her glass down and standing up. "Stand up, I want you to show me how you dance now." "Katrina, come on I don't think this is the time." she grabbed on to his free hand and tried to pull him up. "Please, I want to see if you still got it." "It isn't going any where." she put her hands on her hips and he laughed, "What's the big deal?" "Well, you have to dance at the wedding reception and I don't want you to embarrass us and more importantly me." "Very funny." he finished off the beer and stood up, "All right, give me what you got." she reached around for a remote and it turned on the stereo. The room filled with the sensual beat of Say it by Ne-yo. This wasn't going to work in his favor, he thought listening to the words of the song. She walked up to him and put her arms around his neck. She led them moving side to side slowly as she pressed her body gently against his. He appeared calm to Katrina, but inside his body was urging to press her closer to him. Those big brown eyes were looking up at him and her fingers were grazing the back of his neck. The feel of her fingers started to affect his dancing abilities. "I thought you said you still had it." "It's been awhile since I used it." he coughed and she smiled. "Put your hands on my hips." he complied watching her mouth say the words in an audible whisper. She bit her bottom lip and she moved closer to his body crushing her body against him, "Follow the sway of my hips. Once you feel it, you can move just like that." He felt himself moving against her to the same rhythm he felt her hips move. Her lips parted slightly as she move back against him. Scott felt his cock start to wake from all the attention it was receiving. He wondered if she could feel it. When he looked down at her, he didn't see Kitty Kat. He saw a woman with her eyes clouded in desire and the tops of her milk chocolate breast looking up at him. She turned around in his embrace and pressed her back against his chest. She placed her hands on top of his as she grinded her ass against his growing erection. Katrina gasped as she felt the tent that was growing behind her. She had to part her legs feeling the wetness drenching her underwear. She never been turned on this much by dancing with someone, but being with Scott always prompt her for feeling new things. Scott shut his eyes tight as he tried to reason with himself the many reason not to fuck her right now. He knew she's his best friend little sister, but she was also a grown woman who obviously knew what she was doing. "Katrina." he gritted out through his clenched teeth. She moved his hands up her waist up to her breast. His hands involuntarily squeezed on her globes and she moaned out. After awhile, Katrina wondered what was the big hold up. She was ready and she knew that he was ready. She leaned her head back against his shoulder, looking up at him. Their eyes spoke the desires in volumes. She reached up and grabbed the back of his head. "Scott, kiss me." she whispered as she pulled his head down to hers. As his head slowly descended down to her waiting lips, his reasonable side kicked in. He stopped moving and she felt him stiffen. He moved away from her and her body cried. No, please don't tell me you are stopping Katrina thought. She saw his back to her and she reached out to grab his shoulder. Scott stood there with his closed shut trying to keep his body in order. Hundreds of reasons were running through his head of why he should and why he shouldn't fuck her. "Are you okay?" her little voice helped decide his fate tonight. "Yea, I'm good. You know Kitty Kat I'm really tired. I think I'm going to turn in." You have to be kidding me, Katrina thought, "Are you sure?" she asked and he could see the pleading look in her eyes. "Yea, I'll see you in the morning." he turned to head to his room. Disappointment filled her as she watched him go back in his room. No, how could he refuse me, she thought. She grabbed the remote and turned off the stereo. She contemplated throwing it at his door. No, she didn't want to scare him off too soon. She stomped back to her room and shut the door. She growled in frustration. Her body was still on fire and aching. She still felt his touch on her. His hands were callused but they felt good, like he possessed every part of her that he touched. He touched her as if he knew that she belonged to him. She sighed in defeat. Well, looks like it was another night with her Rabbit. Scott sat on the edge of his body trying to think what happened in there. Katrina was showing interest in him and he could tell it was nothing that she was going to give up too soon. He couldn't believe himself; he wanted to fuck her, on the couch, the coffee table, in the bed or anywhere. He wanted to know if she tasted as good as she smelled. He brushed at the front of his tank top as if to get her scent off of him. Why her? Why did it have to be her? He knew how he was; he knew where this would lead. He would sleep with her, get his rocks off for a while, and then blow her off. He couldn't risk losing a good friendship he had with Ricky or her. She is too special to be treated like that. That made sense to one side of his brain; unfortunately the other side still had images of her against him. He could still see her full lips inviting him, her nipples begging for his attention. He wondered if she were sensitive there, would she grab his head to pull him close? Was she a screamer? Could she handle cumming more than once? He couldn't stop his body reacting to her. He was aching for release. "Fuck it." He would deal with everything else later. He was about to go to her when he heard his cell phone. He let out a loud sigh, looking between her door and the phone sitting on his bed. He opts for the safer choice. "Hello?" he said picking up the phone. "Hey man, I was just calling to make sure ya'll were alright." Ricky said and Scott sighed. "We're cool man." "Okay, what are you doing?" I almost fucked your sister, "Um, about to go to bed." "Okay well I won't keep you. I have some free time tomorrow, you want to look at those places your dad was talking about." "I was thinking of renting a truck." "Well you are going to need one when you move out here. You might as well look at getting one of your own." "Nah, I'm going to have mine from D.C. shipped over to me. I put too much money into that truck; remind me to do that tomorrow." "Alright man, will do." "Tell Kendra good night between all the moan and groans." "I'm going to kick your ass man." Ricky said laughing. Scott closed his phone, plopping down on his bed. He knew he made the right decision, no matter how much his cock disagreed with him. He was just going to have to bare with it for tonight. The next morning, Katrina woke up alone in her bed alone, unfortunately. She should have known it was too soon for anything to really start between them. Oh well, at least she had some sort of orgasm even if it was without him. She had a full schedule on her plate anyway; she didn't want to think about him anymore today. After a shower and getting ready for work, she started to make some coffee. She saw that his door was open and peeked inside to see no Scott. Great, maybe she scared him into going to a hotel. She shook her head trying to think what mistake she could have possibly made last night. "Good morning." Katrina looked up to see Jade walk in wearing her bright smile. "I forget I gave you a key." she blinked, pouring a cup of coffee. "Oh, someone is in a bad mood. I'm guessing Mr. Wonderful didn't show up." "No, he showed up, it's just that I didn't make it to the mountain top." Jade sat down immediately on Katrina's stool. "What happened?" "We were here talking and I made him get up to dance with me. We were slow grinding and touching each other. When I told him to kiss me, he backed off." Jade shook her medium length brown hair, "That's where you messed up." "What?" "You don't tell a guy like that what to do. He's probably use to dominating women or something or maybe he couldn't get it up." Katrina shook her head, "There weren't any problems in that area from what I felt. I knew for sure he wanted me. I think he remembered that I'm his best friend's little sister and stopped. Now he's going to move down here and drive me crazy." "It's amazing that guys feel such loyalty like that for their friends, but can't show that same loyalty for their girlfriend." "That is only some men, besides I thought with how happy you waltz in here you and Dante made up." "Yes, I just get so tired of him sometimes. I know I shouldn't be with him, but I can't help myself. I think I'm sick. I know what it is, it's his special tool." she said wiggling her eyebrows and Katrina couldn't help but laugh. Katrina just wish Jade would dumped that asshole she been dating off and on for the past couple of years. She deserved much better. She is a very attractive girl. She is just a little bit shorter than Katrina and a little plumper in the bottom region, but Jade loves her body that way. She would show it off as much as possible, which made men's mouth water. Unfortunately her attention was on this guy Dante she met. He has cheated numerous times and Jade has caught him at least 3 times. They would get into stupid arguments, which made Jade leave and come over to stay with Katrina. Later, he comes crawling back begging her to forgive him. She just wished Jade would find someone who knew how to treat her. "Well, you need to get rid of that tool, there are plenty more out there." "Oh come on Katrina, I do love the guy. He just has a hard time committing." Jade didn't see Katrina roll her eyes, "Besides we are trying to concentrate on you. We need to go out tonight." "I don't feel like it." "Come on, it can be me, you, Kendra, and Dominique. We can find someone to make you forget about this guy. I mean he can't possibly be that fine for a white boy." as if on cue, the door swung and Scott appeared slightly flushed. He had a white tank top that was soaked with his sweat and jogging pants that hung from his lean hips. Jade even felt her tongue go numb watching the muscles in his arm. Scott was a little shock; first he didn't expect her door to be unlocked and didn't expect company. He got up early to go for a jog to get his mind off of her and yet here she was looking at him as if she wanted to tear off every piece of clothing he had on. He knew that feeling. Last night he was tossing and turning trying not to think about her heavy breast in his hands or how wet she was. "Good Morning." he finally said breaking the silence. "Yes it is." Jade replied and Katrina cleared her throat. "Scott, this is my friend Jade the one I told you about." "Nice to meet you, Jade." he said shaking her hand. "You too, those old pictures don't do you justice Scott." she smiled and Katrina immediately felt sick to her stomach. "Thank you. Are you going to work?" he said directing his attention back to Katrina. "Yea, I have a party that I need to get the menu together and other stuff. Um, how are you going to get around?" "Your brother is coming to get me and take me to get a rental car." "I heard you were moving back here." Jade interrupted. "Yea, I am. I just need to find me a job around here." "What did you do back there?" "Off duty, I was at school and working as a bookkeeper at a law firm. I'm hoping to get something similar here." "If you go down to Dallas County, I heard they were hiring for something like that. The DA is looking to hire someone quickly with some experience." "Really?" "He can't do it." Katrina said. "Why not?" he asked crossing his arms across his chest. She cleared her throat, "The DA's name is Franklin Thomas. You slept with his daughter in his bed years ago." Jade's eyes widen as Scott rubbed the back of his neck. "Surely he has forgotten about that, plus I have enough experience for the job." he walked up a little closer, "and if he gives me any shit, I'll make sure to take more than his daughter's so called virginity." Katrina gulped as he reached for a coffee mug. "Don't mess with a Marine, baby." Jade laughed, "So, what about a place?" "I'm going to look at a couple of them today, see what they are asking for." "Can't wait to getaway from me, huh? I'm going to get my purse then we can leave." she said walking past him before he could say anything. "Don't mind her, no breakfast makes her go crazy in the head. Well, good luck in finding everything you want and more." "Um, thanks." He said and she watched in amusement as his eyebrows drew together in confusion. "Anyway, Jade let's get out of here. Can you do me favor and give him your key? I'll give you one back." She said coming back into the living room. "You have a spare key here?" Scott asked Jade. "Yea, I have issues with my boyfriend and I need to get away sometimes." she handed him the key. "It's not dangerous issues, is it?" Scott asked and the look of concerned touched Jade. "No, sweetie. It maybe dangerous for him one day though." Jade smiled hoping to put him at ease. "I'm suppose to go out tonight, so I may not see you tonight." she said grabbing Jade's "We are?" and she felt a pinch on side, "We are! Yep, we are going to the bar or club or something." Scott knew something was up with Katrina. He didn't realize how pissed she was at him for stopping. He followed behind them as the moved over to the door. Once Jade was outside, he closed the door trapping Katrina in with him. She turned around to see his narrow blue eyes meet hers. He leaned closer to her and she nearly forgot how to breathe. "What was that?" he asked in a low tone. "What are you talking about?" she gulped trying not to show how nervous she was with him so close. "Are you mad or something?" "I'm peachy keen Scott, I just have a busy day today alright?" "Look Katrina, you have to understand why I stopped last night." she crossed her arms in front of her, "I mean, I've known you for a long time and I don't want to mess up my friendship with..." "My brother. I know already." "You're right and more importantly, I don't want to mess up anything with you." "In case you haven't noticed, I'm a big girl now and I know what's best for me. I don't need you or my brother to watch over me anymore. I do want something from you, but you're too chicken shit to give it to me." She could see the vein on the side of his neck pop out as he continued to stare down at her, but she didn't break the contact. She could tell he was pissed but she didn't care, like she wasn't either. Even though the tension was thick, it was that same tension that turned her on. Damn traitorous body! "Can you move your hand off the door?" slowly he backed away and she walked out quickly before he could say anything. Scott was frustrated, pissed off, and hard. His cock returned the same throbbing need that kept him up last night. He felt the muscles in his jaw clench as he thought about what she said. "What the hell is going on?" Scott said to himself as he headed to take a cold shower. Katrina was in her office sorting through some items in the menu. She just finished her meeting with the Angel Henderson for a surprise birthday party. She wanted to keep her mind on work, but it always reverts back to Scott. She didn't understand what was the big hold up. It wasn't just a sex she wanted; it was something more than that. From the moment he kissed her, she realized most of the qualities that she wanted in a guy, Scott had. She had plenty of boyfriends and she always compared them to Scott. In the end, they wouldn't measure up. It always been him she wanted. It was getting time for lunch and she found herself getting a little hungry. Guess it was time to wrap things up, that's when Jade came in. "Hey girl, how's it going?" she asked. "Pretty good, I'm just finishing up some stuff." "You know Katrina, I have been thinking of something. You said that hottie Scott is in the Marines." "Does that mean he been in combat?" Katrina blinked, "I guess, he hasn't said anything about it." "I was just thinking about it. Could you imagine what he probably has gone through over there? I mean I hear so many stories of men who comeback seeing horrible things." Katrina's stance softened, she never thought about that. "Is there a reason this thought came to you?" "Well yea, I know you like the guy but you may want to let him relax a little. Ask him some questions about it." "I know Scott, he won't let me." "Never hurts to try and then everything so far as you getting him will come eventually." "Is this your way of telling me to back off a little." Katrina sighed. "Yea, somewhat. Just think about it." Jade said leaving. Great, she hated when she had to do the grown up thing. She groaned her frustration and reached for her phone. Well, no time like the present. She listened till she heard his deep voice pick up. "Hello." he said. "Hey, it's me Katrina. Look, I was wondering if you could come by the restaurant and I'll treat you to lunch." "What's the price for this?" "No price, just us hanging out like we use to, but make sure it is just me and you. Do you need me to come get you or something?" "Nah, I rented me a truck. Just give me the direction there and I'll show up." "Okay cool. I'll go ahead and make us something." she gave him the direction to the restaurant and hung up. In an hour, Scott was in her office eating sandwiches she made herself. He had fully changed into some dark blue jeans that hugged his thighs and a dark button down shirt. Katrina tried to bring up so many other subjects to get her mind off how he looked. He really made her mouth water, as she smelled his musky after-shave. She had to cross her legs trying to hide her desire. "This is really good." he said taking another bite. "Thank you, it's my own recipe." she paused, "Can I ask you a question?" "Sure." "Did you go into combat?" His body tensed thinking about his time there and he sat back in his seat, "Yea, I did." "What happened out there?" "You don't want to know Kitty Kat. There were so many things that happened out there that it would keep you up at night." "You don't mainly because I really don't want to relive them. Seeing the things that I have seen there help me realize that I did need to come back home. I just need that one chance to feel something that wasn't paranoia, anger, or fear." "Have you talked to someone about it?" "Yea, every time I come back from being over there, they make us see a psychiatrist. I really had to speak with one about a year ago when I came back. I got hurt real bad." "Was that when Ricky came to see you and meet Kendra?" "Yea, he found out through my mom and rushed over with them. Kendra and him helped take care of me till I was better." "What happened to you?" He paused not sure if he wanted to tell her the horrible things that happened. He pushed so much of it aside just from being here that he really didn't want to reflect on it, especially here with Katrina. He sighed, "We were doing our usual patrolling around and we spread out a little at this abandoned camp. I heard this woman screaming far off. We are always told to ignore things like that because it could be a trap. I followed the screams till I saw three men pulling a woman into this cabin. When I got in, I felt someone hit me from behind. When I woke up, my hands were chained above my head. They left me with just my pants on. The whipped me and cut at me trying to get me to say where we were stationed at. They would do it almost everyday. I just went numb after awhile. I remember thinking is this the day that they would kill me. I remember one day that same woman that I tried to help came to help me escape, because she so called felt bad for me. The last thing I remember before I blacked out was grabbing her neck. When I snapped out of it, I saw some of the soldiers including my Lieutenant. He escorted me back to camp and I was sent home. My Lieutenant never told me what happened to the people in that cabin, but I use to dream about what I thought happened." he looked up and saw tears in Katrina's eyes. It pulled at his heart to see her like this. "Why didn't you let me come see you?" she said. "Would you really want to see me like that?" "Yes, you know I would want to help you." She wiped the following tears from her face. "Katrina, I didn't want you to see me like that. The fact that I see how emotional you are getting is further letting me know that nothing could happen between us." "Am I suppose to apologize for getting emotional when someone I love goes through all His brow wrinkled, "Someone you love?" "You know what I mean." "Kitty Kat, that's the main reason why I haven't really gotten involved with anyone. You are more to me than someone that I can use to get off. I told you that before. Do you really think that you can handle me being called on duty and possibly not hearing from me for days?" he pushed away from his seat, wanting to end this conversation. "I've been dealing with that for 11 years now." his hand paused at the doorknob and he turned to her. She moved over in front of him, gazing up into his darken eyes, "After you kissed me eleven years ago, you left me before anything good could happen between us and I wanted to hate you for that. Then I realized the reason I couldn't hate you was because I wanted you so much. Just honestly before you say anything, did you ever think of me as anything more than Ricky's little sister?" He continued to look down into her beautiful face. Her full lips parted and her eyes still damp from her tears earlier. He remembered that kiss eleven years ago. He remembered how much he craved her and wanted to be with her too. There were a couple of things that kept him from doing so, his friendship with Ricky and he didn't want to put her through the torture of what happens during the war. It was that moment he knew that Katrina was strong enough to handle it. She didn't hear from him in years and here she still stood in front of him strong as she ever was. She wasn't the little Kitty Kat; she was a full-grown woman. Katrina took the pause as him denying her, she was about to turn away when she felt him grab her wrist, "I do, I think of you as a desirable woman. So you think you can shut up long enough for me to kiss you?" he grinned and she laughed. "You're the one that keeps talking." she reached up to wrap her arms around his neck. He bent down to give in to what he desired. He kissed her soft lips and she sighed into the kiss. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, coaxing her tongue to duel his. As he felt her tongue against his, he lifted her up against him, grabbing the one thing he wanted, her ass. She moaned into his mouth wanting to feel more of his body. That familiar feeling came back to her. Everything hit her all at once. She was burning hot for him and she poured that into the kiss. She wrapped her legs around his waist and she felt his cock against her warm clothed center. His kisses became more demanding as the smell of her pussy filled the room. He need her right now, he needed to feel her wrapped around his hard cock. She moved her arms from around him long enough to shrug off her suit jacket leaving her in a tank top. He carried her over to her desk clearing things out the way before he sat her down. She clawed at his shirt, trying to unbutton it. Scott was a little hesitant in helping her with his shirt; it's one thing to tell the story of what happened to him, it's another for her to see the way wounds. He stilled her hands holding them to her sides. She groaned trying to free her hands but moaned at feeling his lips on her neck. "More Scott. I want more." she panted wanting something to quench this fire going on inside of her. As he freed her hands, there was a knock on the door, "Katrina, Tonya Jacobs is here to see you about a party for her." "Um, tell her I'm busy right now." she moaned tugging on the little bit of hair as she felt his hand reach down between them. His wandering hand unbuckled her pants and he reached to feel her scorching hot pussy. His lips returned to hers, pushing his tongue into her mouth as he rubbed her tender nether lips. She jumped at first contact as she felt his thick digits teasingly touch her, but he wasn't reaching where she wanted it the most. The feel of her juices on his fingers had his cock begging to take the place of his fingers. "Katrina, she said it was pretty important." She groaned feeling his hand slowly leave her "Fuck me." she heard him whisper as he laid his head on her shoulder. "Believe me I was trying to." she sighed, "Just give me a minute Jade!" "You still going out tonight?" he said looking over at her. "I did promise Jade, so I do have to." he nodded, "Hey, don't let this little interruption get you down." "Believe me it won't. If you have been waiting for eleven years, what's a couple more hours." he pulled away from her. She noticed the tent in his pants as he tried to cover it with his shirt. She giggled at his failed attempts. "Believe me, you want think this is funny later on tonight." he warned before kissing her briefly. "I can leave after this meeting." "No, I have some calls to make, but I'll see you tonight." "Okay." She reached up to kiss him again and he hurried to pull away before he forgot about her appointment. "Let's put that on hold, beautiful."
100 Years in Purgatory Ch. 05	8,621	4.52	1,622,548	[ "ghost", "transgender", "sci-fi", "fantasy" ]	Greetings one and all, I'm JT, short for Jon Thomas. I'm over 150 years old. As a mortal I worked for enterprising ladies who sought to sell their most personal and private possession. I would coordinate, facilitate and if necessary intimidate on these ladies behalf. I worked the streets in London England, in Brothels of the old American west, and finally in a 20th Century Cat-house in a southern state in America, where my life ended abruptly due to three gunshot wounds to my upper torso. I thought of myself as a personal assistant. Unfortunately, when I arrived at the pearly gates Saint Peter called me a pimp and sent me to purgatory. I've been stuck in Purgatory for the last ten decades. In order to redeem myself for having taken advantage of these poor delicate flowers and earn my way into heaven. I have served as a protector for sexually adventurous women, ensuring that they are kept safe while they seek to satisfy their carnal cravings. \~\~\~ What's up everybody? Do I have news for you guys. If you have read my other reports you know about Sharon, the divorcee I was looking out for while she was getting her whore on. I was working on another update on the stuff she was doing, when she found herself a new man. All of a sudden she developed morals and values, and quit the slut life cold turkey. I'll never figure women out. Since then I'd been having a few slow months, until the other day Saint Peter called me onto his cloud and said, "I've got a cupcake assignment for you. How would you like to spend some time on the Riviera?" You could have knocked me over with a feather. The look on my face said it all. I was happy. "What's that look you're giving me?" Saint Peter asked. After I cleared my throat and lowered my eyes he continued speaking, and added this little nugget. He said, "This trans woman I like and her friend are going on vacation to the Riviera. I want you to make sure they are safe. Do whatever you have to do to ensure they have fun. "Any questions?" "No sir," I said. "It's just that after 100 years of you doing me with no grease, I thought I was about to get a plum assignment. "And then you dropped that last part in there. You buggered me again." Pete just gave me one if those stares of his, and then said, "My purgatory, my rules." I just raised an eyebrow and said, "Yes sir. Your rules sir." So here I am sitting on the wing of this 777 jet that's on its way to the Riviera, while Daisy and Dana are sitting in first class being pampered. I'm not crazy about getting involved with a woman who's in a man's body, but at least Daisy is hot. \~ Later that day in Daisy and Dana's hotel room: I'd forgotten how slow and annoying it is to travel like a mortal. After nearly nine hours of flying, the two women had to deal with customs. Then they had to survive a cab ride any New York City cabbie would be proud of. I'd had all I could take by the time we arrived at the hotel. As soon as the girls were given this room I materialized in here. The ride in the elevator up from the lobby was too slow for me. I'd been perched on the window ledge for several minutes when I heard the electric lock click. As soon as they walked in and sat their stuff down, Dana started scurrying about the room. She opened the curtains, pulled back the covers on the bed, and then checked out the water closet, and the bathroom. Daisy just leaned against the desk with her arms folded, and she had an amused look on her face. When Dana finished her inspection of the room, Daisy cocked her head to the side and asked, "Does everything meet with your approval madame?" Then she arched an eyebrow. Dana laughed and then said, "Yep, this will work." Daisy responded by saying, "Good, I'm going to freshen up, then I want to get something to eat." Dana was now busy flipping through channels on the TV when she responded and said, "OK, me too." \~ Being the perv that I am, I immediately headed for the bathroom, so I could watch and sniff the girls while they washed up. A few moments later Daisy came out of the water closet and joined me in there. When she slipped her pants and boy shorts off, I couldn't believe my eyes. She was as pretty, and as fine as any woman I'd ever seen, but she had a man's package attached to a woman's body. It was smallish, with a neatly trimmed bush surrounding it. In every other way she was a woman, I mean the only thing she was missing was the musky scent that only comes from pussy. To my surprise, the lite musky scent coming from her balls also appealed to me, and I'll admit that my nuts started to swell as I watched her wash her she-cock, balls, and ass crack. She looked sexy as hell. As soon as she was finished, she walked back into the room and said, "I'm done in there." A moment later Dana was standing at the sink wearing only her top. My eyes locked in on her plump mound and the neatly groomed, short, curly hair covering it. Best of all was that musky scent that filled the small bathroom. I inhaled deeply, and basked in the glory of the scent of pussy. After saturating her rag with very hot water, she spread her legs and wiped back and forth over her womanhood. She then rinsed the rag, before briskly running it back and forth along her ass-crack. A few minutes later they were dressed again. "That was nice," I thought, as I watched the girls head out the door. After getting a few tips from the hotel staff at the front desk, the ladies headed out to find some food and explore. I decided not to follow them, since it was easy enough for me to monitor their situation by using my hearing. In the meantime I decided to go sit on top of the Arc de Triumph and watch the Parisian drivers do their thing. I'd thought I would need to check my pants during the cab ride from the airport. It nearly scared life back into me. Sitting there on the edge of the Arc felt a lot safer than being in one of those cars down there. Eventually I zipped over and sat on a beam about halfway up the Eiffel Tower and girl watched for a while. \~ Around 1am the two women had showered and flopped into bed. Both of them fell asleep as soon as their heads hit their pillow. That was great for them but left me with a few hours to fill. Normally when I'm on assignment I try to hookup with someone who I can take human form with. Since I'm not allowed to show myself to anyone who isn't connected to the women I'm protecting, there may not be any pussy for me on this deployment I may not be able to join in, but I can watch, so i decided to tour all the hotel rooms. About an hour later I'd toured every floor, and there were only a few couples fucking. Believe it or not I didn't find a single guy jacking-off, or a woman masturbating. I finally decided to go hangout with other guardian angels until my girls woke up. \~ I was back on the window ledge when Dana started to stir around 6:30 a m. She snuggled up to Daisy for a moment or two, and then her hand started to roam. I followed it as it burrowed it's way under the covers like some alien lifeform. I could see her pinching Daisy's nipples, first the right one, and then the left. When Daisy didn't respond, she started placing tender kisses on her shoulders, neck and face. When there was still no reaction to her attentions, Dana's hand once again began to explore. Now it was tunneling it's way toward Daisy's sex. This was getting interesting, and I was getting turned on. I was also surprised that little Dana was the aggressor. She had pulled up Daisy's nightie, and kissed her way down to her navel, when Daisy stopped her and quickly hopped out if bed, before she said, "I gotta pee." Dana giggled and then said, "Me too." A minute or two later they walked back toward the bed side by side. It was amazing how similar their naked bodies looked, except for Daisy's little half hard cock, which swayed from side to side with each step she made. As soon as they were back in bed, it was on and poppin. Dana was laying partially on top of Daisy, while she kissed her and ground her pussy on her thigh. Now that it was hot and her juices were flowing, the scent of Dana's pussy was strong, and filled the room. After a few minutes of sucking Daisy's tongue, she started licking her natural titties. I've seen plenty of them in my time, and her's are real. I don't know how, but they're real. Things got nasty just the way I like them, when Dana got between Daisy's legs though. I was expecting her to suck Daisy's cock, when she held it in her hand and licked the tip, but was I ever wrong. After a couple more licks across it's slit, she put the head in her mouth, before looking up at Daisy and grinning. Her eyes sparkled with mischief. A moment later she had Daisy's knees pushed up toward her chest, and she was licking her asshole. "Well damn," I said to myself. The little minx was stroking Daisy's shaft while licking ever nook and cranny from her nuts to her pucker. It was obvious they knew how to get each other off. When Daisy started to thrash about, moan and talk to her, Dana crawled up on top of her, and sat on Daisy's she-cock. I could tell she knew exactly how to position herself, to make sure she got all of that cute little pussy poker into her. She worked her little ass in a circular motion, as she rode that cock like a real cowgirl, and Daisy was telling her how good everything she did felt to her. They went at it like that for what seemed like a long time, with Dana talking dirty and dominating Daisy. I watched each of them cum more than twice before they'd both had enough, and Dana collapsed on top of her. Apparently Daisy can have lots of orgasms just like some cis women can. I had no idea about that. I guess it's true, you're never too old to learn something. After their lovemaking, the rest of that day, and the evening, was filled with them doing touristy stuff, while I went back and hung-out again, with the local inhabitants of purgatory. \~ The next day they flew to the Riviera. It was about a two hours drive from Heres to Nice. I thought we'd never get there. I was tempted to go on ahead of them, but I toughed it out. I sat on top of the cab this time, as we zoomed along the A57 and A8 highway. It felt safer up there than inside. The hotel they'd chosen was small and well maintained. Their room was larger than the room in the corporate hotel they stayed in when we were in Paris. The service here was heavenly. As if I'd know what heaven is like. I was looking forward to watching the girls tour, and look for celebrities in Cannes and Saint Tropez, but those two had a surprise up their sleeves. Once the girls had gotten themselves sorted and refreshed, much to my delight I might add. Instead of putting their clothes back on, and going for a walk along the Promenade, they put on swimsuits, grabbed their huge shoulder bags, and headed to the beach. I floated along behind them, watching how their asses moved as they walked. Going to the beach was cool with me, since I was looking forward to checking out all the topless women. I soon found out why they chose to go to the beach instead of the Promenade. The women on the beach weren't only topless, many were nude, and if that wasn't good enough, some of them were trans. There were also cis men and women out there. The couples were made up of every combination you could think of. This assignment was getting better and better. I followed the girls to a spot that provided them with a good view of both the water and the beach. Obviously I wasn't the only one planning to people watch. It only took Dana and Daisy a minute or two to get sorted. All they had to do was spread their towels on the sand, and strip naked. They were giggling like schoolgirls as they removed their bikini tops, before removing the bottoms. It was pretty hot seeing them naked in public like that. I sat in the sand at their feet, and listened to them talk, as they checked out the other people on the beach. I was looking at them as well as the other sexy bodies all around us. I never knew trans women could be so pretty and feminine until that day. I took pride in the fact that the trans woman I was looking after was as pretty as any of them. After watching them for a while I noticed that both of them were checking out the men, and paying little attention to the trans women. They were talking about what their ideal lover would look like. They had been eyeing this guy they both thought was good looking. Dana liked his cock, which was pretty big, even though it was soft. Daisy was more interested in his face and body. When he walked past where they were sitting a couple of times, they made sure he wasn't looking, then they smirked at each other. That was when I remembered what Saint Peter had said to me. "Make sure they are safe, and do whatever you have do to ensure they have fun." So I thought about what I could do to make both women's fantasy come true. I found them to be sweet and friendly, not all about sex all the time the way Sharon had been. I wanted them to have fun, and I could plainly see they wanted some cock. The problem was, what I was considering doing was kind of against the rules, but I was on vacation. What better time to do something you'd never do back home, right? Besides, it wasn't like I was going to be making anybody do anything they didn't already want to do. This is what I did. I decided to materialize in my human form and try to seduce both of them. I'm a tall strapping, good looking man. At least I was 100 years ago. So I met both women's preference in that department, and I decided to use a little slight of hand when it came to my cock. The schlong they would see was almost six inches long when soft, with sizeable girth and a big mushroom head, I knew they would like. \~ When I walked past them I winked. A few minutes later I came by again from the opposite direction, I smiled at them that time, and they smiled back at me. I stopped and introduced myself. Daisy was all smiles as I told her my name was JT. I complemented her, and tried my best to charm her pants off, if she'd been wearing any. I was standing a couple of feet away from her. My big brown eyes staring into hers. I invited myself to kneel in the sand near her, and the three of us began to chat. I positioned myself where both of them could have a nice close-up look at my cock. It was clear they were interested in me, and our conversation lasted a while. When I sensed it was the right time, I asked them if they'd like to do something that evening. Shortly afterwards we'd made a date to go dancing. Then I excused myself to return to my friends. A few minutes later, as I walked away I heard Dana speaking under her breath, she said, "Daisy can you believe how perfect he is." "I know right?" responded Daisy. "It's as if our fantasy guy came to life." After JT was out of their sight, I switched out of human form, and returned to my spot near Daisy and Dana's feet. Both women were beaming with happiness. I was looking forward to a very busy evening. \~\~\~ I was back in my human form. We had danced for a while and had some laughs, but Dana wanted to get down to business. So we headed back to the hotel early in the evening. As silly and fun-loving as Dana normally was, she was serious about fucking. As soon as we closed the door to their hotel room behind us, she was kissing me. Her kisses were demanding, and her hands were busy exploring my body. When she grabbed my cock and gave it a few quick pumps, I said, "It will get as big as you want it to be." Dana stopped kissing me and looked into my eyes, and then she asked, "For real?" I nodded my head and grinned. I was having the time of my afterlife. A few moments later Dana was holding my shaft in her hand, while alternating between licking the head and tonging the slit. The whole thing was nearly nine inches long, and almost as thick as a cola can. She had to open her mouth wide to get the head inside, and the tips of her fingers couldn't touch the tip of her thumb with it in her hand. She sucked it the best she could but she mostly pumped it with both her hands and licked it. When I tried to fuck her I couldn't even get the head in. The size cock she wanted was actually too big for her. So I let a little bit of air out of it, and then it slipped in. I maneuvered past her cervix, and drove it home. She's short, but her pussy was almost bottomless. For the next half hour or so I got some of the best pussy I've ever had. I can't describe it in flowery language like some writers can. The best I can do, is to tell you it's the kind of pussy that will make you come home early, or make you stay out late at night. It sure was good to me, and having a cock that was bigger than I was used to, made it even better. There's nothing that makes you pump your chest out more than hitting bottom when you're fucking. To make it even better, her inner lips clung to my cock, so they were pulled away from her body on the out stroke, and then pushed into her opening on the down stroke, and she was loving it. I'll bet she must have cum a half dozen times, before I filled her pussy to overflowing, with the biggest load of cum I've ever pumped out of my nuts. \~ Meanwhile less than two feet away, in the same king sized bed, Daisy was licking her lips the whole time she was watching us. She never tired of sucking cock, and she couldn't wait to get her mouth on mine. I rolled off Dana and laid on my back. Daisy was looking at me with desire in her eyes. Having seen how she was when Dana fucked her, I knew she had a submissive side that came out during sex, so I spoke to her firmly, telling her to suck my cock. Her expression changed to pure joy, before she leaned over and engulfed all of my now less than six inch long cock into her mouth, and cleaned Dana's juices off of it. The one benefit of my smaller size was, she could put my whole cock in her mouth, while she sucked and licked it. She never moved her mouth up and down on it. Instead, she would apply suction then ease off slightly, before sucking on me hard again. The sensation of being surrounded and sucked was constant. She did that over and over. More times than I could count. And I did try to count, in an attempt to distract myself from the pleasure she was giving me. I had to curl my toes to keep my cock from growing to its natural size. Thankfully she sucked me for only a few minutes, before she turned her oral attentions to my balls. Once she started licking and sucking my nuts, she was pumping my dick with her hand. Thankfully it was easier to control myself while getting a handjob, than it was when she was blowing me. All the while she was servicing me, her own cock was leaking pre-cum, by the way. Finally it got too good to me and I started to moan and squirm. She joined her hand with her mouth and started to give me one of those blowjobs you see in porn. She jacked me while sucking me, until I shot two or three good streams of cum down her throat, directly into her stomach. After I nutted, I laid there breathing hard. Even though I'm not a living person, when I'm in human form, busting a nut still takes a lot out of me. \~ While I was recovering, Daisy and Dana were talking and giggling about what we'd just done. Then Dana took Daisy's face into her hands and pressed their soft lips together. After they broke the kiss Dana said, c'mon over here baby, I know you need a release. Daisy sat on the edge of the bed and laid back with her legs spread. Dana got on her knees and right away she began to pump Daisy's she-cock at a blinding speed. It didn't take long for her to bust her nut. Within a minute Dana was making smacking sounds as she swallowed all if Daisy's cum. Meanwhile I was still floating on a cloud. Not only had I fucked Dana's tight, but oh so deep pussy, I'd also received one of the best blowjobs of my life, or afterlife from Daisy. \~ A short while later, I did the walk of shame out of their room. As soon as I was sure no one could see me, I evaporated into thin air. \~ The last full day of the trip was restful and peaceful. It was again spent on the nude beach. This time the two women entertained themselves by walking back and forth along the beach naked, showing off like so many others were. The next morning when the headed for the airport, they looked relaxed, happy and content. I had brought another vessel safely into harbor. \~\~\~ Being in my new job as an intern guardian angel, I get to do a solid for my assignment as well as protect them. With that in mind I called HQ to find out what I could about the guy on the beach that Daisy liked so much. Turns out, he's from the same city as Daisy and Dana, what are the odds of that? Anyways, his name is Donald 'Bud' Wiser. I know what you're thinking. What was his parents thinking is what I'm thinking. Be that as it may, the most important thing is, he likes girls like Daisy. So I went back to human form, and had a chat with him. I told him about Daisy, and that she was interested in him. I told him he could find her at the 'Quaint Little Bistro' on Wednesday nights, when they got back home. Whatever happens after that is on him. \~\~\~ Even though it started out slow, this turned out to be one of the best vacations ever. Thanks Pete. To find out what happened with JT's attempt at matchmaking, read The girl with something extra ch 04.
Don't Look Back Ch. 18	7,197	4.56	971,533	[ "m/m erotica", "taboo", "m/m romance", "incest", "father/son", "contemporary", "rural", "hand job" ]	Marshall loaded the back of the beat-up old black pick-up with their fishing gear. Although the sedan was better for going out of town, the Chevy truck was their ride around town. He loaded the coolers, too: one for the beer and food they'd pick up, and one for any fish they might catch—they always caught fish, that was a given. And oh the things Lee could do with them. Made the mouth water. Of course, he didn't forget the blanket. Or the lube. Could never be too careful. They stopped by the grocery store to pick up lunch. Lee liked to tease Marshall that the girl who worked in the deli had a crush on him. Marshall claimed that was just Lee's excuse to make Marshall place their order. Although it was true she usually added a little something extra for good measure. Marshall said she did it for the both of them, both Lee only laughed. Besides, not like the whole damn town didn't know they were together, so how could she not know he was unavailable? They never hid that from anyone, and they were accepted for who they were by everyone. All right, maybe they didn't know everything, but they didn't need to. Folks in Burnham didn't pry. Even so, they were a close-knit community where it counted. As they were checking out, Marshall noticed Lee'd picked up something that didn't quite go with the rest of their selections. He gave Lee a skeptical look. "What?" "What's that for?" He motioned to the bear-shaped bottle, just before the girl put it into a bag. "It's honey," Lee replied helpfully. "You know, the stuff that comes out of bee hives?" The checker snickered. Marshall scowled, even as Lee assumed his smart-ass face. As if to atone for her laugh, the checker added, "Honey's good for both baking and cooking. My daughter loves it on her peanut butter sandwich." She gave him a wide smile, and Marshall couldn't help but return that smile. When he looked back at Lee, Lee's only comment was, "You'll find out," which told Marshall nothing, so he gave up trying. They picked up some bait from Jose's stand, exchanged a little chitchat with Jose, and invited him to come down and fish with them sometime. He said he would and wished them luck. The pond was at the far end of their property—far enough it was easier to take the truck than walk there—and it's where they did most of their fishing. It was big enough to take a small boat. They had a two-seat aluminum jon boat they kept under a tarp by the pond. Sometimes they liked to spend a lazy afternoon in the boat, poles in the water, relaxing together. Roy liked to join them when he could. Today, though, they were going to stick to the shore. There were some good-sized bass in the pond, as well as a family of ducks who liked to squawk at the two men for invading its territory, but they weren't averse to eating the popcorn or bread that was thrown their way by those same two men, either. Marshall and Lee carried everything from the truck to their usual spot beneath the jacaranda tree that grew near the pond. Planted by a previous owner, it was a good twenty feet tall, and even now was covered in bluish-purple blossoms. Marshall spread out the blanket while Lee straightened out the tackle. By the time he was done, Marshall was lying on top of the blanket, naked, beside the thermos of coffee they'd brought. "Hot already?" Lee arched a brow, and Marshall grinned at the double entendre. "Always for you." "Sure it's not for Kelly in the deli?" Lee teased, stripping off his own clothes and adding them to the pile of Marshall's at the edge of the blanket. "I'm sure," Marshall insisted, crawling across the blanket on his hands and knees to where Lee stood, watching him. "She's missing something very vital to my happiness, if you know what I mean." "No, what do you mean?" Lee made a point of gripping his hardening cock, pumping slightly, his eyes fixed on Marshall. "You know exactly what I mean. You're touching it." "Is this something you want?" "That's something I always want." Marshall had reached Lee's feet, and applied tender kisses to the top of first one foot and then the other. He looked up into Lee's eyes, trying to gauge his desire. He could go for it, and maybe he'd reach the prize he sought, but he had a feeling Lee had something else in mind. He just didn't know what, but he knew Lee would let him know. "Maybe if you're a good boy, I'll give it to you. Later. For right now, I want you on your back. And no touching." Marshall had quickly obeyed the first command, and was well on his way to breaking the second when Lee spoke. Marshall pouted, but he didn't touch himself, much as he wanted to. Lee dropped to his knees beside Marshall's head. "My good boy," he murmured, just before he claimed his mouth with a kiss so passionate it stole Marshall's breath. Marshall closed his eyes and fell into the intensity of Lee's touch, at the fire in Lee's eyes, reveling in the intimacy that was theirs. Opening them once more, he stared up into the canopy of purple above them and caught his breath. "Just relax, and don't move. I'm doing everything right now," Lee whispered. He began to kiss Marshall in all of his favorite spots: behind his ear, under his jaw, the corners of his mouth. As he began to trail kisses down Marshall's neck, Marshall understood exactly what was going on, and why. He relaxed into the blanket, allowing Lee his way. Not that he didn't all the time, anyway, but today was special. Lee was making today all about Marshall. God, he loved Lee.
Hotel Sex Pt. 03	20,763	4.77	1,629,860	[ "big boobs", "big cock", "butt plug", "heels", "dildo", "dp" ]	Having finished one of the best showers I have possibly ever had, we dried ourselves off and then Tracy folded her towel and hung it on the rail, before walking back into her room stark naked as the day she was born. Following suit, I wandered back into the bedroom, only to be ushered back to my own room by a demanding Tracy. "Nope, don't even think about it big boy. We've got the group breakfast before this morning's tour. I need to get ready, and you can't be here whilst I do. So, scram." Playfully slapping her backside on my way past, I mock saluted her, "Yes, Ma'am." With that, I marched back into my bedroom, swinging my dick. Getting ready as a bloke typically involves finding something that doesn't smell too bad, slapping on some aftershave, and then admiring oneself in as many mirrors as possible. The guy looking back at me looked good, and like the cat that had the cream with that daft grin all over my face - I'd have to tone that down for the rest of the day otherwise it would be a dead giveaway. I knocked on Tracy's door, and hollered, "See you at breakfast, you filthy bitch." Fred and a few others were at breakfast as I sauntered in, Being greeted by a chorus of 'Good morning' and 'Did you sleep well?'. A waitress appeared out of nowhere and poured me a coffee before asking what I wanted for breakfast. Still munching through my breakfast, making small talk with my former classmates and their other halves, I was interested to see that Fred was very interested in Janine, and her voluminous chest. Janine was curvy, really curvy, and her chest had remained quite simply, legendary. This morning had seen Janine wear a plunging neckline vest top underneath a floaty shirt, displaying acres of cleavage, and had Fred wrapped around her little finger. Fred's attention was briefly dragged away from Janine's rib protectors as Tracy walked in. My attention, was all entirely directed at Tracy. Short denim skirt, wedge heels, and a crisp white blouse, unbuttoned low enough to show cleavage and a hint at a bra. Tracy had curled her hair, and looked stunning. Again, a chorus of 'Good morning' from everybody, but this was also joined by 'You look fabulous, you'll have to tell me how to do your hair darling' from some of the ladies present. In the meantime, I'd received a nudge to the ribs from Alana, Darryl's wife, "Honey, you can finish your toast now she's here." Laughing, I chomped on the half slice of toast that had remained suspended just in front of my mouth since Tracy's entrance. "I didn't think anyone noticed." "Honey, it has been obvious to everyone since last night." Tracy had joined another table, and I was a little disappointed (if not devastated), and spent her breakfast making the entire table laugh at regular intervals, but this soon came to a close when Michael stood up, and clinking his glass with a spoon called for silence. "Good morning one and all," began Michael "I'm so happy to see that you'v all made it to breakfast, clearly we have not all lost the ability to consume large amounts of alcohol and still make it to breakfast." Gentle chuckles from his crowd, Michael had always had a knack for public speaking. "Today sees us set out on our first excursion in the morning, so the bus leaves the hotel at 09:30, so that gives us half an hour to get ready before departure." With that, he picked up something from the table and left. People then drifted off, and I chatted with Alana and Darryl as they made ready to leave for the day trip to the local mall, something that had not thrilled me in any shape, way or form. My plans were to hit the pool, enjoy the all-inclusive deal I'd managed to get, and enjoy the eye-candy soaking up the rays, so I was in no rush to leave. Darryl and Alana excused themselves, leaving me alone, and when I looked up towards Tracy's table, so had she. Picking up my phone, I'd no messages from Tracy, but having been given her number last night, there was nothing stopping me from sending her a message. 'Hi, going to hit the pool this morning. You looked beautiful this morning. D' Returning to my room, I changed into my swimming shorts, re-admired myself in the mirror, and took a selfie in the mirror and sent it to Tracy. Picking up my towel, I left my room and headed for the hotel pool. Passing a number of fellow guests heading off to shop at the mall, I wished them well - shopping didn't do it for me. However, I was disappointed that Tracy would be away. Finding a prime spot by the pool was simple, one where the sun would not be in my eyes whilst I admired the eye candy. Few others had realised this and I had the pick of the loungers. Laying out my towel, I checked my phone, still nothing, and lied back. Closing my eyes, my mind wandered back to Tracy and our encounters, the warm sun helping me ease into a comfortable state. The trouble was going to be ensuring that I turned at regular intervals. An hour or so later, I decided that it was time for an hour in the pool, checking the time on my phone, I peeled myself off the lounger and walked over to the pool, rinsing myself off at the shower before dropping into the deep end. Personally, I was impressed at what Michael had managed to find, the hotel was terrific, and I was glad I'd spent the money to come and catch up with my former classmates. Kicking off from the edge, I started swimming, being an enthusiastic but not world class swimmer, all I was interested in was time spent going back and forth for an hour. Passing a very pleasant hour in the sun, in the pool, I'd noticed the poolside becoming busier, and it was clearly time to get out and admire the pool-candy. On the radio a long time ago, I'd heard one of the DJs say 'how come all the pretty girls are solar powered?', I'd laughed at the time, but as I'd got older, it did seem more and more accurate. Towelling off, I checked my phone and Tracy had responded a good while ago. 'Thanks, you scrub up well too.' 'God you look good in speedos.' 'Shopping at the moment. Will come to the pool as soon as I get back.' Taking a subtle photo of my nearby guests, I sent it to Tracy. 'My view' Getting an immediate response from Tracy, who'd sent me a selfie of herself in the mirror of a changing room in some ridiculously hot lingerie. Then immediately followed by a nude selfie, and to complete the hat-trick - a follow up to the nude selfie with a finger in her pussy. My response, was simple, four seperate texts. 'O' 'M' 'F' 'G' Putting my phone down, I realised that I'd have to start sunbathing on my front, Tracy took a wickedly sexy selfie. Thinking about the quick series she'd sent me, I happily spent the next hour catching rays (and sneaking a look at the photos at regular intervals) and grinning like the village idiot. Lunch beckoned, and with the all-inclusive, it was time to go get a bite to eat. Wandering back to my room to dress (it was a classy hotel) for lunch, I couldn't help but look at the photos Tracy had sent me when I was struck with an idea, a selfie of my own. Taking inspiration from the hot photos, I let nature take over, pulled my speedos down, and with a little encouragement, I quickly stood to attention. Posing, I took a few shots and sent them off to Tracy. Getting dressed, not an easy job with my erection, I returned to the restaurant, again with an inane grin on my face. Dining with some of the couples, I felt my phone vibrate a number of times, but being polite, didn't yank it out of my pocket. Clearly Tracy wasn't ready to announce to the rest that we'd hooked-up, and being so far from home, I could kind of agree with her. It was torture knowing that Tracy had probably sent me something, probably filthy, and it was there just waiting for me to look. Making my excuses at the end of lunch, I literally scurried back to my room, before looking at my phone. 'FUCK, you look good enough to eat.' 'I still can't believe I took all that' 'In both holes' 'Look at what you are doing to me...' To illustrate, she sent me a close up of her pussy with her fingers literally dripping with her own nectar. Changing again, I took inspiration from her again, and standing in front of the mirror started to look at her photos again, my cock rising to full tumescence. Starting to pump myself whilst looking at her photos, I felt the rising urge again, and flicking on the video, filmed myself in the mirror as I pumped my cock. "Tracy, look at what you are doing to me. I can't believe how hot you are, your wet pussy gets me so hard." Pumping harder, I fought off coming for as long as possible, before uttering something like FUCK, I spurted over my hand and stomach. Then, as I started to soften, I remembered I was on candid camera, and blew a kiss to my camera and ended the video, before hitting the shower. Drying myself off for the umpteenth time that day, I sent Tracy the following, 'Tracy, I fucking love your sexy pussy. Just look at what it is doing to me...' 'ps don't open this within earshot of anyone' Adding the video, I sent it and headed off to the pool. With the afternoon sun now in a different direction, I took up a new position by the pool and started soaking up the sun again. Due to the change in position, a few couples were closer to me, but I had managed to bag one with an empty lounger next to me. Ordering a drink from the passing waiter, I got comfortable and started sunbathing. It was at least an hour, and a couple of drinks, later and I still hadn't had a response from Tracy. Had I gone too far? God, I hoped not. However, it was time for a swim, I was sweating in the heat (and the worry that I'd gone too far with Tracy), swimming would take my mind off that worry. Texting Tracy, before hitting the pool, I fired off a quick one. 'Tracy, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you by going too far.' Paddling back and forth did take my mind off things, and I'd calmed down by the time I climbed out and dried off again. Picking up my phone, I took a deep breath before looking at my messages. 'OMFG. You did not upset me, I've been tied up with the girls all lunch, and had to wait to get alone in the restroom before I could look at your video.' 'You have to do that for me in person, I love it.' 'After a few wines, then this video, I am so wet.' Relieved, I ordered a new drink from the waiter, I could get used to the all inclusive lifestyle. Settling back to catch the rays, contented, I heard Alana say, "Sugar are these loungers taken?" Opening my eyes, Darryl and Alana were hovering over the two loungers now free next to me. "Go for it Alana. Can I get you both a drink?" I said waving the waiter over. Alana and Darryl settled onto the loungers, it was clear that they were devoted to each other, with frequent touching of hands, and loving gazes at each other. Sweet to see with any couple, but they did make a good match. Naturally curvy, Alana filled a bikini just fine, and although carrying a few extra pounds, Darryl was in reasonable shape too. We chatted about things in general, before I realised that Darryl and Alana had gone shopping on the trip this morning. "How was shopping?" "Ugh, don't ask." said Darryl 'This one could shop till she drops." This earned Darryl a slap to the chest from Alana. "A girl has to look her best." she sat up "What do you think of my new bikini, Dave?" She stood and twirled around. "Alana you make it look wonderful." "Aww, thanks." Alana bent over to give me a peck on the cheek (giving me a view into her cleavage). "See, that's how you compliment a lady." Alana said to Darryl. "Baby, you look beautiful to me." This time, Alana turned and bent over to kiss Darryl passionately. However, I got a view of her curvy ass as she was bent over kissing her husband. Darryl had noticed and gave me a thumbs up. When they stopped kissing, Darryl said, "Baby, even Dave thinks your ass looks good in that bikini. You should have seen his eyes pop when you bent over." Again, this earned another playful slap from Alana, but she returned to the lounger, blushing. Her embarrassment was saved when the drinks arrived, and we clinked glasses before enjoying our drinks. It was then I remembered that Tracy should be back, where was she? Alana must have been reading my mind when she sat up, waving at Tracy across the pool. "Over here, honey, we've saved you a place." What can I say about Tracy? With her towel over her arm, she was wearing shades, a tiny hot pink bikini underneath a gossamer thin dressing gown, and kitten heels. She waved, and clipped round the pool. Drawing attention from most of the men, and some of the women around the pool, she was, as the song goes, poetry in motion. As with any woman, walking in heels does wonderous things to a woman's chest. And Tracy's chest was breathtaking in its movement. Alana leant over and closed my mouth with her finger. "You can stop drooling Dave." she whispered. "Hi, y'all." Tracy popped her sunglasses up into her hair. "Anyone need a drink?" she asked waving the waiter over. With that she placed her towel on the lounger next to me, and settled down, ordering her drink and chatting to Alana and Darryl. "So Dave," she asked "I take it you are not a shopper?" she picked up her drink and took a sip of her drink from her straw. My god, her lips wrapped around the straw were sinful. "No, it takes a lot for me to get excited about shopping. How about you? Did you enjoy yourself, or see anything you like?" if she was going to flirt, so was I. Again she took a slow sip from her straw, wiping a drip from her chin with her red nailed finger. "Oh I saw something that I absolutely had to have." "Don't forget me, Sugar." chimed in Alana, flaunting her bikini once again. "Oh, and we got Alana this sexy bikini. Do you like?"  "No need to ask him," said Darryl "He's already given it the thumbs up, after Alana showed it off." again, Alana swatted him playfully. "It was an accident, I didn't think about where I was standing..." Meanwhile, I exchanged a glance with Darryl and we both gave the 2 thumbs-up gesture, resulting in a slap for each of us from Alana & laughs all round. We spent the next half hour soaking up the sun, chatting, drinking (and me personally, ogling as much female flesh as I could) and generally relaxing. It was then time to turn over, and both ladies decided it was time to slip off their bikini tops to get an even tan, us guys decided it was time for more drinks and waved the waiter over. When the drinks arrived Darryl and I leant on our elbows and were able to sip our drinks quite comfortably. Meanwhile the Alana was not as happy, having to hide any possible nip slip with an arm in front of her chest. Tracy did not have the same chest, or the same problem & was also able to lean on her elbows to drink. "Tracy, I am very envious about your chest, not only are they wonderful and perky, they are huge." "Thanks Alana." Being on my front and drinking, getting a very happy buzz surrounded by friends and a foxy, blonde chick, I was very contented, and slipped off to sleep very easily. Waking sometime later, I could see that Alana was back in her bikini top, and applying lotion to Darryl's back. You could see the love between these two as she rubbed lotion into Darryl's lower back before shifting position so that she could get to his legs. For some reason she started at his heels, and worked up - initially I couldn't understand this, but the reason soon became clear. As she reached his upper thighs, her hands spent a lot of time out of view, with Darryl making some appreciative noises to. The lucky fucker was being felt up in front of my eyes. "You couldn't do that for me Dave could you?" Tracy asked. Turning back to Tracy, she was holding a bottle of lotion out towards me. How could I say no? Handing the bottle to me, Tracy undid her bikini top, holding those golden globes of joy with her left hand/ arm, as she led back down onto her front. Transfixed, I moved closer and poured a little lotion onto my hand before I applied it to her shoulders. "Hmmmm, that feels nice, you have a wonderful touch." Taking my time and enjoying applying lotion to this beautiful woman, I thoroughly enjoyed myself, lost in appreciation of her body. As I got lower, I too decided that Alana's method had merit in it. A quick glance over to the couple, and Darryl was applying lotion to Alana, he too lost in appreciation for his beautiful wife. Tracy was enjoying my touch, and as I started on her thighs, her taut beautiful ass was just there, and was next for lotion. As my hands rubbed lotion into her cheeks, I heard a delighted purr from Tracy. My next move was to let my hands slide gently onto her upper thighs, rubbing towards her bikini, occasionally brushing her crotch. Again, appreciative noises came from Tracy, which resulted in a gasp when I slipped one of my fingers under the bikini and traced from her ass to her lips. Unbelievably, I stopped there and climbed off her lounger and returned to my lounger and my drink. Tracy had reached over for her phone, and whilst leaning on her elbows (god what a cleavage she had), tapped away on her phone for a minute or so, before putting it down and enjoying the sun. My phone buzzed, and picking it up, I was not surprised to find a text from Tracy. 'You bastard, I was enjoying that.' 'So was I, that is why I had to stop.' I sent. Before too long, Darryl and Alana made their excuses to leave in order to get ready for the evening meal, leaving Tracy and I to ourselves. She propped herself up on her elbows again and said. "Darryl is so going to get it. Did you see how Alana was all over him?" "Lucky sod." The conversation could have continued further if Michael had not intervened, appearing out of nowhere. "Glad I caught you, just to let you know that we are still looking for volunteers for tomorrows event. Are either of you interested?" "Well, count us in, Michael." said Tracy. "Great, great. Well, see you at tonight's meal." with that he left to round up volunteers for the next day. "What is tomorrow, anyway?" I asked. "It's the pole dancing class." "Good job I packed my thong." "Ha. Funny guy. Anyway, I'm going to get ready for the evening meal, I take it you are happy here?" Tracy eased up, reaching for her bikini top. "Yeah, I don't need 2 hours to get ready. I'm going to watch some pool candy, have another swim, then get ready." "And I was going to jump your bones, but I guess you are too busy." Scrabbling to get up, Tracy placed a firm hand on my shoulder before saying, "Don't make it too obvious, text me when you get to your room." With that she clipped back towards the hotel, Man she looked as good walking away from me as she did when she was walking towards me. Easing up, collecting my things, I too made my way back to the hotel. However, my excitement was dashed when I got a text from Tracy. 'Can't do, Jane has arrived with a disaster I have to deal with. Save me a seat next to you. T' Returning to my room, I put on the TV, and watched whatever sport was on before I shaved, showered and dressed for tonight's meal, alone horny and despite putting my ear to the door, heard nothing from the other side. Walking into the dining room of the hotel and seeing my old friends dressed up lightened my mood, even complimenting Fred on his dapper appearance. Sitting down at my name tag, I was on the same table as Alana and Darryl, and more importantly, Tracy. However, her chair was still vacant. Alana looked stunning, and I complimented her and told her that Darryl was a lucky man to have such a beautiful wife. Darryl, beaming with pride just said, "You are so full of shit, man. Mind you I bet you are still thinking of that close up she gave..." Another playful swat for us both, before we settled down to small talk, Alana asked where Tracy was, I told her about Jane and her disaster (or as much as I could with scant little information I had). "But there's Jane there." pointed out Alana. "I wonder where she is?" Still looking in Jane's direction I jumped in my seat when Tracy tapped me on the shoulder. She had on a figure hugging red cocktail dress, matching heels and handbag. Standing (and not the only thing standing to attention) I kissed her on the cheek, as she whispered, "Tell you about it later." Then effuse welcomes to Alana and Darryl, and the obligatory girlie-talk about how good each other looked tonight, before the rest of the evening's meal passed in what seemed like no time at all. We decided to hit the bar after the meal and have a few night caps before retiring for the night. Well, that was the plan, but when the girls found that the cocktails were inclusive, they dived in, the girls matching each other drink for drink. Hanky Pankys, Screwdrivers, Between the Sheets, finally finishing with Orgasms and great hilarity. Darryl and I had enjoyed Dark Rum and Brandy. However, to finish for us all, I ordered 4 bourbons which were to be slammed before we left. Walking back to our rooms, we said goodbye to Darryl and Alana on the second floor, they were walking hand in hand back to their room, before Alana kissed Darryl passionately as he attempted to open the door, and when he struggled, she knelt down and fumbled at his trousers. I've never seen anyone open a door as quick. "Awww, they are so in love." "Let me get you to your room, young lady." With that she clicked off towards the stairs, climbing half a dozen before I'd caught up. I'd not busted a gut to catch up, as I was attempting to admire her on the stairs, and what better opportunity than to have her a few in front of me? Tracy's legs looked amazing in her red heels and red dress, but it was just too figure hugging to see anymore than mid thigh. Tracy must have seen me gawping, as her sway got more emphasised, only to stop at the top of the stairs, and lift the hem of her dress, bending over slightly. "Like what you see, big boy?" "Oh yes, I do, very much." With that she sashayed off, leaving me to drag my tongue off the floor and catch her up at her door. She handed me the keycard, and kissed me, tongue probing, her hand catching me off guard as she found my cock. "I missed this earlier. Jane has a lot to answer for." with that Tracy knelt down and started unzipping me. When you are in a hurry, those damn keycards never work, and Tracy had me in her mouth when I finally managed to get the blasted door open. "You took your time." Tracy, looking up at me, my cock in her hand, lipstick smudged. She could not have looked more ready to be fucked if she'd tried. She stood, turned, and dragged me into the room, and to the bed by my cock. "Take off my dress." she demanded, turning away from me to show the zipper. It was down and I was easing her out of the figure hugging dress in seconds. She shuggled out of it, arms across her chest. Silky red thong and heels, the only thing left. She turned around, exposing her fabulous cleavage, and once again demanded, "I want you just in your underwear." Happy to oblige, my clothes were removed in record time, my cock, still poking out of my boxers. "On second thoughts, naked." Pants. Gone. This ellicited a purr of appreciation from Tracy, she stepped forward, grasping my turgid cock in her left hand. Tracy kissed me full on the mouth again, tongue whipping against mine, her hand pumping me, resulting in a moan of appreciation from me. She broke the kiss. "Take my panties off, without using your hands." No need to be asked twice, I dived to my knees, and went about my challenge, eventually managing to grab the waistband in my teeth and start to pull. Tracy was having fun though, clamping her legs shut in an attempt to keep hold of the gusset. My grip was too good for her fight and they pinged free of her thighs before I let go and let gravity do the rest. It was too good an opportunity to pass up though, and I dived into her bald pussy with my tongue. She spread her legs slightly and grabbed my hair as I feasted on pussy. She lost balance and fell back onto the bed, but I was relentless, putting one of her feet over my shoulder, I dived back into wet cunt. "God, your pussy tastes divine." I said between laps of her labia & clit. It was then I noticed something. Backing off, I admired what I'd just seen. "Oh my fucking god, you've got a butt plug in your ass." "Shut up and get back to my pussy." With that, she guided me back to her hairless pussy, my tongue lashing at her lips, and her clit. "When did you get that?" I said, backing off. "Today, Alana said that it always helps her with anal, she helped me pick it out. Do you like?" with that, she wiggled her butt, the red shiny 'jewel' catching the light. "You dirty slut. It looks wonderful, how does it feel?" "Great, but get your tongue back to work, my pussy needs to feel some love." Returning to her slit, I used everything I had, 'signing my name', 'doing the alphabet', one, then two fingers, before adding a thumb to her clit. Using her rising moans as an indicator to my performance, I was able to bring her close to orgasm (I know as she told me many times), before cooling her off slightly, before taking her back to the edge again. "Fucking bastard. Make me come." she grabbed my hair forcing me back to her hot cunt. Sliding two fingers into her well lubricated hole, I searched for her g-spot, and finding it, diddled her clit with my tongue. Tracy started to buck uncontrollably, but locked onto her pussy with my mouth, I wasn't going anywhere until she came. Tracy had stopped speaking now, but was still making noise continuously, before she went tense before she shook uncontrollably. Riding out the orgasm locked onto her pussy, it was a few seconds before she stopped panting, and finally let go of my hair. "Oh fuck, I missed that this afternoon." she breathily whispered as I made my way up her stomach to her tits, spilling all over her chest like only natural breasts can. Her nipples rising to my attention, and appreciative noises from Tracy. "Hey, a girl's still getting her breath back here." "Well, I'm about to take it away again." Standing at the edge of the bed, she shuffled over to the edge of the bad and I grabbed each of her heels, placing them over my shoulders, her red heels did look at their best either side of my ears. By this point, I was well and truly rock solid, 8.5 inches bobbing in front of me. We both went to grab it at the same time, then shared the guiding in process. Tracy ran my tip along her slit moistening the tip. The heat from her cunt was amazing, I grunted in pleasure as she wiggled the tip on her clit, before I took over, adjusted my aim, and pushed gently. Tracy wasn't the only one that needed to get their breath back. Post-orgasm, although she was wet and horny, she was as tight as a velvet vice, I was not going to be hilt deep in any time. Pulling out, I got the tip back in to her wet hole, but no deeper at the moment. Taking my time, I eased into her pussy, finding it easier when I took a thumb and placed it on her clit. This resulted in Tracy dropping one of her hands to join mine at her clit, and the other to her right nipple, rubbing the hard nipple firmly. "Hmmmmm, that feels so fucking good." By now, her wet hole had now accommodated to me, and was driving me and Tracy wild. Pulling out to the tip, I eased myself deep into Tracy, and finally I was all the way in. She reached up from her clit, putting a hand on my chest. "Fuck that feels deep." Standing still, I let her get comfortable with me for a few seconds, then I rolled my hips in a circle, twisting my cock in her tight pussy. Resulting in a very low moan from Tracy. Withdrawing to the tip, I diddled her clit, and slid back to the hilt. "YES. FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG DICK." Happy to oblige, I picked up my pace, thankful that the alcohol had taken the edge off the sensations of Tracy's hot, wet, and extremely tight honey-hole. Tracy started to moan more or less constantly as I pounded her tight cunt. She then did something that surprised me, leaning forward, she grabbed her red heels by the stilleto, and pulled them back so that her knees were mashing her sizeable boobs against her chest. "Fuck me, Dave." she said looking directly at me. Pounding into her pussy, balls slapping against her every time I bottomed out. It was heaven, and Tracy was clearly feeling the same too. She started to squirm and buck. "Mmmmmmmmmmmff fffffffuuuuucccckkkkkk." was all she could manage before her pussy squeezed me so hard, I had to stop. This allowed her time to stop shaking again. "You are so fucking tight, for some reason, you feel tighter tonight than this morning." "Glad you approve." Pulling out, I guided her legs onto the floor and had her roll over so that she was standing with her arms on the bed. It was then, that I realised why she was tight, her pretty butt plug winked at me. Playing with it, resulted in an intake of breath and a hot look over her shoulder. "I take it you like?" "Oh, yes. Very sexy. Now spread them, I'm fucking you from behind, but these heels have put your pussy out of my range." With that she playfully shuffled her feet and legs wider until she'd lined up her wet slit to my bobbing cock, still covered in her lubrication. Taking hold of her right hip, and my cock, I ran it along her lips a couple of times, before slipping, slowly into her slot to the hilt. "Now this I like." said Tracy. Pulling out, I was inspired to get hold of the butt plug and use it, starting to rotate it, easing it in and out, resulting in some fairly guttural noises from Tracy. Continuing slowly, I was amazed I could feel the plug moving on my cock, as I eased in and out of her slick tunnel of love. Tracy managed to get one of her hands to feel the shaft of my cock as I eased in and out of a purring Tracy. Again, thanking the alcohol for taking the edge off things, I let go of her butt plug and went for her titties. "Hmmmm." Tracy slumped forward as her other hand joined mine in mauling her boobs, causing my cock to slip out of her hole with a pop. Fuck, she looked beautiful, dripping pussy, hand on her big boobs, red heels and matching butt plug. Stepping forward, I eased in, and put my hands on her hips, before starting to give her my full deep strokes, our fleshing slapping against each other. Tracy's moans became continual, as she received a pounding. "That" "feels" "so good" "so deep" "you are going to make me come again." Tracy panted between thrusts, her breath becoming ragged, as I fucked her pussy. The moans becoming more insistent. "Fuck my ass, fuck my ass." she then commanded, stopping me in my tracks. Pulling out, I grabbed hold of the now, very slippery, butt plug and eased it out of her hole with a pop. "Wait." said Tracy, and she reached over to her nightstand drawer, pulling a tube and a dildo out. The tube was KY, I took the hint, squeezed some onto the waiting dildo, my cock and her winking ass hole. Tracy was quicker than I with her dildo, and was enjoying probing her depths when I pushed up against her ass. Squeezing the tip in, took her breath away again. I eased all the way in, wondering in the sensations of being in her ass again, this time I could feel her dildo prodding and poking along my length, an unusual, but not unpleasant feeling. "I've never had two cocks in me at once." she was purring. "I could get used to this. Now, fuck my ass, hard, but I want you to come in my mouth." Having a request like that, one must perform. However, I could feel a rising pressure in my balls. Pulling out, I eased back in, and then out and in faster and faster. It was not long before I was pounding her tight ass, as she fucked her pussy with the dildo, both of us surrendering to animal passion as we built to orgasm. Tracy was the first to get there, losing control of her balance, pulling me on the bed as she her legs collapsed onto the bed as she quivered, shook and bucked in a noiseless, open-mouthed orgasm. However, I pounded her ass, doing my best to last as long as possible, fucking the ass of the sex bomb below me, but I was fighting a losing battle. "Tracy, give me your mouth." I said, pulling out of her ass. She spun round, slid off the bed and sat on the floor, open mouthed, expectant, keeping eye contact. Aiming, I pumped my cock, it was only a matter of time. "mmmmmmmAHHHHH." was the only thing I could utter as I felt the come rush from my balls. Tracy surprised me again, by swallowing my cock and bobbing her head on my cock. That pushed me over the edge as I blew in Tracy's mouth. Remaining in eye contact with me, she sucked and bobbed and drew every last drop of my come from my cock before she let me go. "I'll let Alana know her suggestions worked then." she said, winking at me.
Mature Madness Ch. 2	113,291	4.56	48,072	[ "sweat oil", "walking direction", "cucumber ass", "shorts completely", "working head", "gym clothes", "lifting legs", "cock worked", "love moaned", "stomach chest" ]	Mr. Mature and I met over the next two weeks at the club, constantly looking for different places to have sex. This ranged from the gym, the pool, the restrooms, some quiet corners here or there. But sex like what we had the first time was elusive. Generally someone would show up, or at best in some places we could barely expose our privates to each other before quickly having to cover up again. This was getting extremely frustrating for us both. Then one day, I got to the club after college at around 2.00 pm, parked my car and walked into the restroom to change into my gym clothes. He was already there. "Come on, change quickly, I have a surprise for you." he said, smiling at me. I got out of my college clothes as quickly as possible and into my gym clothes. My mind was racing with excitement wondering what he had planned. "So, what are we doing?" I asked. "You'll see." he replied, "follow me." We walked towards the parking lot to a nice sized 4 X 4 jeep with lightly tinted glasses. It had 2 seats in the front and place for 3 -4 people at the back. "I thought we could do something different today, hunh?" he said. I shrugged and said sure. We hopped into the jeep, and with him driving we sped out of the club. "So where are we going." I asked, somewhat nervous. His hand reached over my inner thigh stroking it. "You'll see." I noticed we were moving further away from the city towards the beach. The road ahead was starting to get a bit more deserted. He took my hand and placed it on his crotch. His cock felt soft through his shorts. I wanted to take his soft cock head and put it in my mouth. As we drove further, he rested his hand on my thigh working it up towards my crotch and my very erect cock. "Ummm, take it out baby, lets see my little friend." Looking around, I opened up two buttons and eased my cock out. Taking it in his hand, he began to stroke it up and down. I spread my thighs a little wider, feeling very horny and very worked up. I wanted to take my shorts off completely so that he could work my cock properly. Almost as if he had read my mind he said, "why don't you take your shorts off and get comfortable. No one can see you below your chest. Come on, take them off. Let me get a good look at you." While the road was somewhat deserted it was not completely deserted. We were running into oncoming traffic, as well as some faster vehicles overtaking us. But, i felt it was not too risky and I could easily slip my shorts back on. I lifted my butt off the seat slightly and lowered my shorts down to my ankles. "Shit, this feels so good. I'm almost naked on the open road." I thought as we drove on. Removing my sneakers and socks and pulling off my shorts, I was now completely naked below the waist. Thinking about my nakedness made me feel really nasty and obscene. Pushing my seat back, I lifted one leg up and placed it on the jeep's dashboard, spreading my other thigh allowing him more access to my sprawled out cock and balls. His free hand reached up into my t-shirts and his fingers pinched my nipples really hard. I was feeling so horny that my cock was already oozing precum onto my hand. Squeezing it onto my fingers, I brought my hand to my mouth and sucked my fingers. He briefly stopped the jeep with the engine still running and reaching over to me, he stuck his tongue hard into my mouth, squeezing my nipples at the same time and squeezing my ass with his other hand. "You're such a fucking slut baby. Just look at you. You probably want to fuck right here, don't you?" "Yes," I hissed back. "I want to fuck here. Please lets do something." He pushed me slightly forward and with one yank pulled the t-shirt off me. I was now completely naked, and moaning as he ran his hands all over my body. We veered off onto a dirt road and drove inward a bit till we were in the middle of nowhere and could'nt see anyone for quite a distance. We parked and stopped the engine. He pushed his seat back, making some space between his belly and the steering wheel. With my ass in the air, almost stuck to my window, I bent over him and pulled his cock out of his shorts. It was still soft but felt really warm and throbbing in my hand. I put it in my mouth, and sucked hard squeezing his cock head in my mouth. With one hand on my forehead and the other on my neck, he worked my mouth down on his swollen hot cock, guiding it up and down on his cock. "That's it baby, suck my cock. Tell me you like it you little cunt, come on tell me you like it." he rasped. "I love it," I moaned as I slobbered spit all over his cock. "I want you to fuck my ass with this thing." "Turn around and show me your asshole. Spread your hole for me." I could tell he was getting very excited. His cock was now rock hard. My body was trembling uncontrollably with excitement as I turned around, and exposed my ass to him. To my surprise he did something he had never done before. He brought his mouth over my asshole and ran his tongue around it. I was moaning more and more as the wetness of his tongue and mouth was sending shivers up me. Spitting on his finger, he worked it into my waiting asshole while his tongue was still circling the crevices of my asshole. I worked my hips back and forth against his finger and his mouth. Stroking my cock hard, I felt like I was going to cum. At this point we saw some people at a distance walking in our direction. "Oh fuck," I moaned, "please don't stop." Unfortunately, we had no choice, and straightening up, we slowly started to move down the road again. We passed them with me still completely naked. Some of them stared into the jeep and could probably see my naked chest but not more. Underneath, I was still stroking my cock. Fuck, I was so turned on. We were still driving on the dirt road when we came accross a guy walking in our direction. As it was very hot, he had removed his shirt and was holding it in his hand. He was very tan and had a hard chisseled body. He looked into the jeep as we passed him and I stared back at him. Mr. Mature looked at me and gave me a knowing smile. "You want to fuck him, don't you. You want his fat black cock in you, hmmm, don't you?" "Fuck yeah," I mumbled thinking out loud what it would be like to fuck him. "Why don't we ask him?" he said, "come on, lets do that." For a minute I thought he was joking, but he made a turn on the road and we headed back to the man. Shit, I reached for my shorts to put them back on. "No leave them, let him see you naked, I want him to see you like this." As we approached him, the adrenalin rush I felt was unbelievable. Fuck, what would his reaction be, I thought. The prospect of sucking him off while we were driving was turning me on. Driving upto him, Mr. Mature rolled down his window, and beckoned him to come closer. Looking at me his eyes nearly popped out. He was staring hard at my naked body and at my very erect cock. Mr. Mature explained to him that I wanted to fuck him in the jeep. The man seemed very nervous and very freaked out. He shook his head and politely declined, and despite our best insistance, he did not change his mind. So, we moved on. My heart was racing at the thought of what we had just done. If he had agreed, I might have for the first time had sex with two guys at the same time. I was feeling very hot. Jumping back onto the rear seat, I lay back and began to masturbate thinking of what could have been. We had barely driven a little further when we passed two more men on the road. "How about them," Mr. Mature asked, "they look interesting." I got up to take a look. "I would love to see you suck their cocks here, swallow their hot sticky cum. It would really turn me on. Would you like that?" At this point I was so horny, I could have probably sucked off a gorilla if he had wanted me to. I said sure. He parked a bit further and got out of the jeep to talk to them. From inside, I could see him gesturing, probably explaining to them what was happening. They were constantly looking at each other and then towards our tinted jeep window. I did not think they could see much of me from where they were standing. One of the men started walking towards the jeep. I looked around for my shorts nervously but could not find them. Shit, he was already reaching for the door. As he opened the door, he had a very suprised and amused look on his face. I was lying on the back seat completely naked with a massive hard on, one leg draped over the front seat. My nakedness was completely exposed to him. Without a word, he moved forward lifting my legs and spreading them around him as he got on top of me, lying on me. His mouth was all over my face and he was making grunting noises as his cock was grinding against my stomach and pubes. He was already very hard. Reaching down I began to stroke his cock through his clothes. He struggled to get out of his clothes as we were a bit cramped. Pretty soon he was lying naked on top of me. My legs were firmly around his waist and he was kissing and biting me, while humping away against my cock and stomach. He tried to push it into my asshole, but without lubrication it could'nt go in. Looking up, I noticed Mr. Mature and the other guy at the door, both stroking their cocks looking at us. Working my body further down on the seat, I told him to come forward so I could suck his cock. He was only too happy to oblige. I was now face to cock with a beautiful 9 inches of cock meat. He began to pump wildly into my mouth almost jumping up and down on me gagging me with his cock. My own cock was being worked by someone from outside, and I felt like cumming really hard. Knowing that it would ruin the mood, I pushed the guy off my face and told him I needed to get up. We got out of the jeep, the two guys looking wildly at me. It was windy out with the sun beating down directly on us. I got down between both guys and sucked hard on the guy I was sucking earlier. His pre-cum was already oozing out of his penis. Meanwhile, the other guy was sitting behind me and had jammed a very wet finger up my ass, and was moving his fingers in and out of my ass. "I'm going to cum," the guy moaned, his body stiffening up. He was pumping my mouth really hard gagging me in the process. With a really loud sound, he emptied what seemed like a bucket of salty gooey cum all over my face and mouth. "Ummm..I love it, please I want more" I moaned as I continued to suck on his limp dick. The second guy moved in to take his friends place, shoving his cock in my mouth. With his friend's cum still in my mouth, I dribbled cum all over his cock and balls. He barely lasted 2 minutes before unloading his cum all over me, this time on my chest, neck and stomach. Mr. Mature thanked them for "pleasing" me, and we took off down the road again. My heart was pounding at what I had just done. I was covered in sand, sweat, and cum. We finally got to Mr. Mature beach hut which he had borrowed for the day from a friend. He opened the door and I scampered in naked behind him. We lay naked on the bed, kissing and feeling each other up. Finally, after so many days of quickies here and there, we were alone. "I have some things for you," he said reaching for his gym bag. He emptied it to reveal some candles, cucumbers, and some phallic plastic objects of different sizes, along with some oils and lubes. I almost came looking at these goodies. "You know where this is going?" he asked picking up a thin long cucumber. "Its going all the way up your horny shithole, all the way in baby." Lifting my legs up, he put a towel under me. Then he took the bottle of oil, and rubbed a generous amount onto the cucumber and onto my asshole. "Look at it," he said, ramming his thumb into my ass. "Its already gaping like a whore's mouth." He opened the jar of lube, emptied out a fistful and shoved it in my asshole. "Yeah, thats it, nice and loose, yeah." He lifted my legs almost all the way over my head. Next he picked up the open oil bottle and mouth first, shoved it into my ass. In my ass, I could feel the oil gushing out filling me up completely, oozing out of my ass and onto my cock, balls, thighs and lower back. Pulling it back out, a lot of oil fell all me. "So nice," he said working the head of the cucumber in me. He pushed it in very slowly inch by inch until I had almost 8 inches of it inside my very sloppy ass. "Please fuck me," I moaned, as his greasy fingers moved all over my naked stomach and chest. The cucumber was so far in it felt as if it was in my stomach. Moving around he sat on my face, still working the cucumber with one hand while balancing himself on me with the other. "Suck my hairy ass, lick it," he hissed spreading his ass over my mouth. With my tongue in his ass, he was going to town with the cucumber in my ass. Then suddenly he got up and reached for another cucumber, a slightly larger one, and the bottle of oil. "I want to fuck on the roof, come on." We made our way up the stairs to the roof. Opening the door we stepped out. The wind was blowing hard in our faces. We looked around to take in the view. The beach was pretty much deserted and no one could see us from the ground, so it was okay. We laid down the towel and he laid down with his erect cock staring me in the face. "Suck it baby," he moaned, working the head of his cock. I got on him in the 69 position with the cucumber still firmly jammed in my ass. As I sucked his cock, he worked the cucumber in and out of my ass. Pulling his legs further up, I stuck an oily finger up his asshole. "Mmmm," he moaned as I worked my finger into his crack, sucking and stroking on his hairy cock and balls at the same time. We were completely covered in sweat and oil by this time as it was very hot. I got off him and told him I wanted to try something. Oiling up the other side of the cucumber that was inside me, I raised his legs and angled my asshole close to his. Pointing the oiled cucumber at his asshole, I slowly sat on him. "Ooooof" he moaned as the cucumber pushed further into his ass. Holding each other's legs tight, we worked our holes closer together, both of us getting fucked at the same time. Moving my hands up on his hairy crotch and stomach, I grabbed his cock and started to jerk him off. Seeing the cucumber going in and out was giving me a huge hard on as well. I angled myself off him, pulling the cucumber out of him. With his legs still up, I lay on him, sliding my greasy cock against his. We were both completely wet from the sweat and oil. Greasing my cock some more, I pushed the head into Mr. Mature's ass. "Ooooooohhhhh," he grunted as my cock worked its way into him. "Fuck me hard." As I continued to fuck him, he reached behind me and worked the cucumber further into my ass. Fucking him felt so good, my cock rubbing against the slimy insides of his warm anal cavity. The cucumber rubbing against mine. My cock felt like it would explode. "I'm going to cum" I hissed, my strokes getting harder and deeper. With one last desperate push, I thrust my entire 8 inches into his hole. My body felt like I was having spasms as my cum, built over the whole afternoon, came gushing out into his ass. "Oh fuck," I groaned squeezing him tight, wave after wave of cum flowing out, rubbing against his anus and my cock. For what seemed like an eternity, we lay there on the roof, till he finally got on top of me, and fucked my ass. As I had already cum, I found this somewhat uncomfortable, but let him do it anyway. After a few strokes, he pulled out and came on my stomach and chest. Sweating profusely and reeking of sweat, oil and sperm, we both made our way back down. That afternoon, we fucked some more, but the intensity was not the same. After another hour or so, we made our way back to the club. Mr. Mature and I continued to see each other for a while, but most of our other encounters were not as good and are not really worth writing about.
Frankie's Story Ch. 10	21,170	4.85	784,428	[ "confrontation", "lawyers", "hotel", "disguise", "collar", "slaves", "master", "doctor", "gift" ]	(This story interlocks with each chapter so if you come into this story other than the beginning, then you may well scratch your head at some of the comments within this chapter. I've tried to make this a glimpse into the lives and lifestyle of three people. They chose to keep there lives private, isn't it strange how life never lets that happen.) My thanks again go to Linda62953 for her editing. \\\\\\\* Even as the credits wound themselves down, it felt like Red was simply winding herself up. She pulled air into her lungs just long enough to expel it again. It took her a moment but she moved to kneel on the couch facing me. "I spoke to Caroline this afternoon. She admitted that she was in the reckoning for the nomination and could well take the award, but said nothing of doing this." A great sadness crept over Red. Her shoulders seemed to slump as her eyes once again came away from the television. "Please my Master, it is now I need you, more than ever. Help me end this once and for all." Before I could speak, the phone interrupted my thoughts and out of habit, I placed it on 'speaker'. "I have already had the studio lawyers on the phone they swear that they had nothing to do with the speech that Caroline Atkins just gave." Red and I both looked at each other, what the studio gave as a promise, no longer held any weight with us anymore. Red was also still waiting for me to reply to her plea. "Mathew, I need you to do something for us. From now on, take no calls from the studio or anyone involved with this, have one of your assistants field all your calls with them and alternate between 'you are out of the office' or 'you're in a meeting'." Red gave me a hug and a whispered thank you, when she realized I was going to back her up in this. I would never leave her alone to face this she was my slave and my promise has always been to protect each of them "It's time to bring this to a close Mathew. We will get back with you in a few days time. Just keep them at arms length, until we have talked to you and caught you up to date with what we plan to do." The pause was longer this time. "I have to ask this, is what you're planning legal?" This time we both smiled. "About as legal as the things they have been doing to Red, Mathew. We will be leaving in a few hours and will keep you up to date as best we can. See you in a few days, Mathew." I terminated the call, it was clear Red had more to say. I just waited her out. "We have to do this alone. Please Jack, order my sisters away, we cannot risk the studio bringing them into this, it's not their fight. It hurts like hell to say even that, but please Jack, we must." "They will understand, they're your sisters and will stand by you." Red vigorously shook her head. "No. When we go after the studio, they may lash out and catch my sisters in the crossfire. They have clearly shown no remorse with what they have done so far. We must place them out of harms way before we do this." It was clear that Red wouldn't step back from this and I had to admit I was in agreement with her. Selling it to the girls, was going to be another matter though. Red phoned Samantha first and spoke to her. At first, she was adamant that she would stand by her sister, but between us both we talked her down and in the end, I made it an order. She reluctantly agreed with a premise that if we needed her day or night we were to call and she would come running. Frankie on the other hand was a pit-bull. She flat out refused and slammed the phone down on Red. Twice more I phoned her and she slammed the phone down on me. The third time she refused to even pick the phone up. My next call was to Joseph. He had been expecting my call after watching the awards ceremony himself. I asked him to meet us at Father Stevens' residence as soon as he could. He agreed and said he would leave as soon as he'd finished his rounds at the clinic. We both heard the car make its way along the valley road. Frankie skidded to a stop by the door and rushed into the cabin, spotting our suitcases by the door as she did. Red knelt facing Frankie. Frankie's own training made her kneel facing Red. "Don't go, we can fight this. We are a family, we are strongest together." Red leaned forward and held Frankie's hands. "My own sweet sister, I have loved you from the day I was sent here to protect you. Every day you bring me such joy." Frankie tried desperately to pull her hands away from Red. Red never gave an inch as Frankie pulled so desperately against her, finally she let go, lurched forward, and hugged her sister who then burst into tears, and agonizing sobs burst forth as both girls realized the finality of this moment. Another car pulled alongside Frankie's. Mrs. Gillins got out; she could see both girls through the open door, as she drew alongside the door she also noticed the two suitcases. "Let her go. You both have work to do and it's time for you both to leave. I have a suitcase in the trunk of my car, I will stay here with Francine until you both return and you will return because I insist on seeing all of you at my own wedding." Frankie pulled herself away from Red and rushed to Mrs. Gillins, who in turn held her close. "Make them stay, they won't listen to me, please make them stay. We are a family. We are the strongest together." It took a moment for even Mrs. Gillins to compose herself enough to hold Frankie by the arms so she could pull her away enough to look her in the eyes. "My dear sweet child, you are young yet also older than your years. They have to do this alone; it's up to us to keep all this going, so they know they have us to come back to." What she said next damned near broke all of us standing in that room. "Jack reminds me so much of my late husband. When he deployed, he told me that he knew he would return because he had someone to return to. Three times he returned and I loved that man to a standstill, although his luck ran out on his fourth deployment, I cherished every moment I had with that man and the child he gave me. You will be strong my child because they both need you to be, now give them a hug, a kiss and let them both know they have you to return to." Frankie paused as she looked so deeply into Mrs. Gillins eyes, the moistness in her own eyes as she stared back at Frankie simply reinforced the conviction she felt about what she had said to Frankie. With a gentle nod, Mrs. Gillins let her go, Frankie hugged, and kissed us both, we made it as far as the car before Frankie rushed out and attached herself to my back and wouldn't move until she extracted a promise from me that I would phone her daily. The drive to Father Stevens' residence was done with Red staring out the window, her chin on her knees and her arms wrapped around her legs. Not one word passed her lips on the journey. Joseph's car was already there, the good Father was leaning against the door watching me park. He opened Red's door and held her to him for a moment before guiding her towards the residence and sitting her in a chair before even acknowledging my presence. We talked well into the night, as one plan started to form; it was soon dispelled as either unworkable or borderline illegal. It was as I stood to head to the bathroom that I heard a comment made by Joseph. By the time I had taken a leak, the comment grew in my head. By the time I'd sat down again, the comment grew to fruition or at least to the point where we all started to chip in with ideas and iron out the details. Joseph also took it upon himself to bring something else up that we had sworn never to reveal to Red. "Jack before we go down this road you need to be completely honest with Red." The conversation between Father Stevens and Red instantly stopped. "This is a conversation for another time Joseph and I resent you bringing it up at a time like this." Joseph was having none of it and continued to stare at me. Both Red and Father Stevens were as well. Perhaps it was truth time. I just wished it were a better day to do this. "The hospital as standard practice, had to tell the medical insurance people that you were being transferred. They phoned me while I was signing the papers for your release, they believed you were receiving the best medical care at that hospital and if I moved you then they would cancel your medical insurance." I looked at Red, she was torn between wanting to explode and cry all over again. However, I continued anyway. "My heart told me that they wanted to keep you there so the studio could continue to make mileage out of you, since they had already announced the press conference. Ever since you left that hospital I have been footing to bill for your medical needs." Red shot off the chair and paced the room, alternating between cursing the studio, me and just about anything that had a pulse. Finally, Father Stevens stood in front of her and held onto her until she calmed. "He could have told me Father." "Really, answer me this my child, between the time that he took you away from Hollywood and now, when could he have sat you down and told you this without the fear that you would relapse?" Red continued to hold onto the good father as she thought about what he had just said. After a moment she shrugged her shoulders and Father Stevens let her go, Red in turn looked at me. "I will pay you back, every dime." "Do that and you'll be living with the good Father for the rest of your life." She smiled at my veiled threat, as did the good Father fortunately. As Father Stevens let her go she came and sat on my lap wrapped her arms around me and hugged me. Thanking me for being me, Red wouldn't let me get away with a shrug of my shoulders so I told her she was always welcome. \\\\\\\* It was also clear that the sharks had smelled the blood in the water. Twice that evening, reporters had phoned the good Father wanting to know if he was again going to interview Red for the Chronicle. On both occasions, Father Stevens told them that he would publish an interview with Red if she felt the need to talk to him in response to Ms. Atkins remarks on TV. We knew time was running out, Red downloaded all the information Father Stevens had and we were back on the road an hour later, with a promise from Joseph that he would UPS any information we needed as soon as we could supply an address to send it to. The local reporters turned up at the door of Father Stevens' church the next morning. The good Father had been busy with his time and was already in the process of bringing out another special edition of the Saint Mary's Chronicle. In it, an 'interview' with Ms. O'Connell had stated that she had watched the awards and was indeed confused by the announcement that Ms. Atkins' award was hers. She also reminded the good Father that the accident was on the second film and this award was for her acting on the first film. In addition, she couldn't accept an award that she herself hadn't earned and so by extension, wasn't entitled to. When we sat around at Father Steven's residence, working on the wording to her so-called interview, the Father decided that a few Hail Mary's for publishing this little lie in the paper would be worth it. The reporters took their copy of the Chronicle away with them and one copy found its way to the studio. By now Red and I were exhausted and pulled into a hotel to rest, I picked up a brochure from the hotel showing the locations of all the hotels they had in their chain and I used it to plan our route to Hollywood. As we slept, Mathew and his assistants were being phoned hourly, wanting meetings with them. As instructed, Mathew kept them at arms length and the same two excuses were used for the rest of the day. When we woke, I kept my promise to Frankie and phoned her. She told me that Mrs. Gillins was now in my seat, she was now her PA and Jodie had taken over the running of personnel. It had taken half a morning for my company to get used to the new regime change. I guess spending so much time at seminars and in meetings with other businesses had got them all used to being semi-independent. We talked for awhile and Red told her that she loved her and would be back soon, I said the same and thought it best to leave it there since we were both unsure when that would be. I phoned Gordon and told him that two women were living at my home, he was to turn on the security system both inside and around my house and have it monitored day and night. Gordon quickly understood my meaning and offered to have people on the ground as well. I agreed and gave him a list of people I believed may visit; anyone else was to be challenged. Gordon's own people would have pictures of the people on that list within the hour. I may not be there, but Gordon knew I wanted them looked after. \\\\\\\* Red's gym was there next target, I was told from Red that Anthony played the knuckle dragging gym rat to a tee and enjoyed every moment of it. The reporters left feeling frustrated and still at a loss, if there was a story to be had. We knew that by car, it would take us three days to get to Hollywood; we chose to make it four. We still had things to do, keeping the studio lawyers off balance being one of them. Using the brochure from the hotel we booked ahead and also sent Joseph the details of the hotel, he promised to send everything we needed on overnight UPS and it would be there when we got there. Mathew phoned us as Red drove, I placed it on speaker and Mathew told us that the studio lawyers were getting concerned and one of their people was now camped out at reception, waiting to talk to him. Red smiled when I suggested that Mathew used the fire exit to leave his office that evening. It seems they hadn't anticipated Red doing and saying nothing and that worried them, more so since she had now fallen off the grid. When we got to our hotel, we booked a small conference room so we could spread things out and not be interrupted. Red was sleeping soundly and for that I was extremely grateful, other than finger her own necklace she never let her own nerves get to her. She had faith in what her friends were doing for her and that meant everything to her. The UPS package arrived as we were going down to breakfast. I thanked reception and took it with me. It was clear Red wanted to open it, just as it was clear that I wasn't going to allow it until we had all we needed in our conference room. With breakfast finished, we grabbed all our paperwork and photos and locked ourselves in for the morning, the table was just big enough for our needs and we smiled to ourselves that we stood no chance of doing this in our room. By the end of the morning, two folders now sat on the table ready for Red to use when needed. We made copies of both and got UPS to take both onto Mathew so he would have a heads up and make his own plans for the meeting with the studio lawyers that was coming. My phone call to Frankie put Red in orbit; it seems Caroline Atkins came to my office with a reporter in tow. When Tony asked him to leave, the reporter stated freedom of the press. Tony casually mentioned that he was standing on private property and he could shoot him and make it look like and accident. The reporter knew he was being stonewalled. Caroline told him she would be fine, when security walked Caroline up to my office. Mrs. Gillins met her in the corridor along with Frankie and Jodie. All three were silent as Caroline made her practiced speech, no one moved when she tried to hand over her award. Every woman in that corridor looked on in shock when Mrs. Gillins told Caroline to take her award and shove it up her ass. When Caroline looked towards Frankie and said, "No hard feelings." Frankie said, "I personally wish you would fuck off and die, and that's said with so much feeling." I must say my driving took a hit when that came over the speaker. It burst the anger bubble that Red had surrounded herself in as well and I could see genuine tears of laughter, it took her a moment to calm and a thought occurred to me that I had a use for Frankie. The need to keep her at arms length over this, meant I had to also hide her. "Frankie, talk to Mrs. Gillins. I no longer wish to see you as you, with brown hair; a red head would be good for you for a few weeks. Also make sure the eyebrows match." The pause was obviously confusion on her part, the sound of a click as our conversation was now being shared with Mrs. Gillins. "Jack, we agreed that you would not involve Francine in this." "Two things make that impossible Mrs. Gillins. Frankie will not allow that and as confrontation becomes inevitable she would do everything in her power to make sure she was by our side. Mathew Bowden will need Frankie's abilities when he confronts the studio, Red and I trust Frankie, she is needed." We could both hear Frankie in the background; it was plain that she was already booking an appointment at the hairdresser for that evening. Mrs. Gillins knew I was right and we talked logistics until Frankie got off the phone. "It's arranged, I have the last appointment tonight, how dark a red do you wish me?" Looking at Red proved pointless she was confused since I hadn't mentioned any of this to her before hand. "A modest red Frankie not a striking red, also I want you to go shopping you will have a use for the glasses that we first see Rebecca use." The silence as Frankie took a moment to understand took longer than even I suspected, the giggle that followed showed me that she now remembered the time I was talking about. "All shall be done tonight. I look forward to seeing you both very soon." "No. Phone Gordon, at the moment, his people are looking after you both at our place. He will make the arrangements and have someone with you when you travel. You will not travel alone I won't allow that, once you have done what I asked, you cannot return to work until all this is over." "I will obey." Closing my cell simply meant that Red could ask me the one question she had held to herself all through my conversation with Frankie. "You promised that we would order my sisters away. Why?" "Mathew will need her help. I need to keep Frankie close by so I know what she's up too. You don't think for one minute that she was going to stay at home, do you? Frankie is too much like Shannon and we don't need Frankie doing a Shannon on us when all this comes to a head." Red giggled and that quickly turned into a laugh that broke the tension Red had been feeling. "Point taken, Shannon trained that girl way too well." All I could think of as I was driving was, Amen to that. \\\\\\\* There was another couriered package waiting for us when we arrived at the next hotel. Red waited for me to open it yet all I did was place it into my suitcase and lock it. We once again booked a small conference room for the next morning and we caught up with Mathew. "The phone calls are almost hourly now. The lawyers still sit outside by reception despite being told, I'm not in the building. Your two files arrived this morning and I already have my people on them, what your proposing to do is both brave and suicidal at the same time." "Its nice to know I can still impress you Mathew." This time he laughed. "Hell Jack, you and the girls have done nothing but impress me every single day. How's Red holding up?" This time I looked at her and she smiled back at me. "She's doing just fine Mathew, Red is up to speed on what we sent you and we have given ourselves an extra day in case you have anything to add to this. If not then set the date and we will get this started." "Ok I will do. Like I said, I have my people looking at what you sent us. We will highlight everything that they could try and use in a court of law, but lets face it, the photo's Joseph has of Reds back when she came to the clinic would bury any of them if they tried to fight her in court on this." A great sadness came to Red. It was time to sever the connection with Mathew, I told him to make sure his people made both files legal tight and that we would be with him soon. My conversation with Gordon held Reds attention as we planned the route one of his people who would bring Frankie to us and the timing. It was agreed that the cabin was still the safest place for now; I would get the flight information tomorrow. It was two in the morning when my cell rang. Gordon's men had intercepted reporters heading to the cabin. They were taken back to the road and were being watched, I told him to remove both the women from the cabin. Guard Mrs. Gillins at her apartment and bring Frankie to me at the next hotel we were due at. He was to keep people at the cabin and to make it obvious they were there. Between the studio lawyers and Caroline Atkins, they had raised the stakes. It was also time to raise ours, Father Stevens was working on the Saint Mary's Chronicle when I phoned him and informed him of what had happened. He asked about the people living at the cabin and when he was told they were fine, we set about deciding how we could repay them in kind. It seems one of the reporters got on rather well with the good Father. He didn't even mind being woken at four in the morning to be told that Ms O'Connell would be more than willing to give him an interview over the phone, as long as he understood that the same interview would be in the Chronicle the next day. At first, the reporter was reluctant; he wanted an interview face to face. It seems the good Father thanked him and said he understood, and then put the phone down. Five minutes later the same reporter phoned back and had a change of mind when his editor told him to go after the story. An hour later Red and I were in the conference room of the hotel we were staying at talking to the reporter. I had checked the papers web site and did a bit of snooping of my own on the reporter, he was old school and I was impressed with some of his articles, even showing them to Red so she could get a feel of the reporter before she spoke to him. Peter Carpenter told Red straight away that this interview was being recorded. She was fine with that stating that she was doing exactly the same thing and for the next ten minutes, they chatted about all aspects of the accident and how she was feeling medically now. Red was actually impressed with how Peter dealt with the interview. The only bump in the road was when he asked her why she wouldn't give a face-to-face interview. The pause seemed to draw Peter's attention until Red told him that she was actually on her way to do an interview with a daytime chat host. When Peter pressed her on it, she refused to say which one only that the daytime interview was in two days time. The relief was noticeable from Peter Carpenter since it now gave his paper time to go to print with this interview. When asked about her more private life, Red decided that the interview was now over, she thanked Peter and asked if she could talk again with him if she felt the need to challenge any story wrote about her. Old school quickly picked up on her meaning and gave her a direct number into the newspaper that would get to him as quickly as possible. \\\\\\\* I was waiting at the airport, Frankie's plane had already landed and all but the last few passengers sauntered out. My concern grew, Gordon had placed her on this flight personally, and I was also getting pissed with the person who kept bumping into me as I watched the last few stragglers. "I guess the bitch missed her flight." Shock made me look at the person who had spent the last ten minutes bumping into me and even I had to look even closer at her. This was a person I had seen naked, knew every inch of this body intimately and lived with for over a year now and yet I didn't recognize her. I was in awe over what she had done to herself. Frankie wore a baseball cap, her hair pushed out through the adjuster at the back of the cap to form a ponytail. The red was indeed a pleasant, not a screaming at you redhead and the eyebrows matched. It was a good thing I knew the carpet was lasered off some months back or the temptation would have been to see how thorough she would have been. The glasses although cosmetic did indeed change her features, the make up to give her that slightly pale look all natural redheads have was a touch of genius. "I've known you all your life and lived with you for over a year of that and I didn't recognize you. You're too good at all this, welcome to sunny Hollywood." "Your friend Gordon helped with a few tips. That man is a diamond." We hugged, her baseball cap tilted back when we did and it halted our embrace, we talked as we walked, about the journey here, the real topic didn't start until we were inside the car. The solitary piece of luggage was tossed into the back seats and forgotten about, she would need new clothes and they had to be from around here so as not to raise suspicion. "It is so good to see you my Master." I kissed her, for no other reason than I had missed her. Even Red looked twice before the confusion lifted and both girls hugged each other. "Damn girl, we may have to keep you a red head." "Please don't. I don't see me in the mirror and that freaks me out." We needed to get down to business. I got her room key and we made a show of her going into her room just so she could come through the connecting door and into our room. "Frankie the glasses are a must whenever you leave your room. You have an appointment tomorrow with the hairdresser to style your hair. Mathew is coming by later tonight to get you up to speed." "My Master, you brought me here to help yet you have told me nothing." Red placed a hand on my shoulder to stop me. Once past me, Red took Frankie by the hand and both sat on the couch. I got us all drinks as Red carefully told Frankie everything that has happened over the last few days. We then went down to the conference room we had booked for the duration of our stay and went through everything that we needed from her. She read everything in both files and the updates that Mathew had sent over. By the time she had finished Mathew phoned me to say he was in the lobby, I went and got him and his assistant. Mathew had seen Frankie before but even he had to stop for a moment to check that it was really her. "Mathew, Frankie will need clothes. I suggest your assistant and Frankie go shopping now since you will be in your office all of tomorrow." Frankie shook hands with the assistant who said she was called Tanya; we never saw either of them again for three hours. It gave Mathew time to talk to Red and finalize all the details in both files. \\\\\\\* Frankie gave us a show of the clothes she had, the business suit fit perfectly, except, it showed Frankie's necklace. I was reluctant to tell her to remove it, but I could see no choice. But then again I'm a guy, Red walked up to her and undid her blouse to expose her bra, she then removed the necklace and pushed one of her tits to one side before dropping the necklace into her bra cup. Adjusted her and then let Frankie adjust for comfort before both girls smiled and looked at me. The morning papers brought on a fresh assault on Mathews office by the studio lawyers, this time demanding a meeting and going over Mathews head, to one of the senior partners. Mathew sat down with all the senior partners and went through everything he had on the case, they told him to deal with it and he had their backing. The newspapers interview with Red was on page two, a full page which was impressive, considering the length of the interview. The piece that worried the studio lawyers was the comment that Red was going to be giving an interview with one of the daily chat shows. The day of reckoning was here. Mathew sat in the meeting room with Frankie by his side as well as two other assistants. My instructions to Mathew were none negotiable, Frankie was there to help in any way she could, but he was to protect her at all costs. Between them they had worked out a set of signals that would allow Mathew to know how negotiations were going. Frankie was to remain a non-entity at all costs, the fact I had trusted him with this prize wasn't lost on him and he gave me his word in front of both girls that he would do all he could to protect her. The studio lawyers charged in and practically demanded a meeting with Red. Mathew waited for the lawyers to sit down and then handed them one of the folders. "When Ms. O'Connell goes on the chat show which will be live by the way, she will have all the pictures in that file shown on national TV, as well as every word in that file." The damning file was tossed back into the center of the table. Mathew ignored their actions and then handed them the other file. "Or Ms. O'Connell will go on national TV and say everything that is in that file. You all have just over five minutes to decide. If you choose the last one, then I will have it notarized by my friend sitting outside and in the courthouse within a few minutes." "This is blackmail." Mathew looked at Frankie out of the corner of his eye, she shook her head. This time Mathew took it personally. "Blackmail, you leaches have shown a side of our profession that in all my years I have never even come close to. What you have done to my client in the name of a fast buck for the studio has disgusted me and the judge waiting in the courthouse right now. Both of us are truly hoping that you all walk out of here without signing anything." The leader of the team was now on his own fast boil to anger. Mathew looked directly at him. "You should know better. My client deserves compensation for saving the studio's leading ladies life, yet all she got was a withdrawal of her medical expenses because she refused to be a sideshow in your client's headlong rush to break box office records for the second film. Regardless of the fact they planned to hang her out to dry in the process." Mathew made a show of looking at his watch. "You now have three minutes." Again Mathew cast a sideways glance at Frankie, who again shook her head. Mathew got real angry and started to organize his files ready to leave. "Why the fuck am I wasting my time? We both know what's going to happen, so it does make a mockery of the amount of hours you folks have been camped out at the reception desk wanting to talk to me. The show goes out live folks and I don't plan to miss any of it, so if you will excuse me." The leader of the team changed tactics and pulled a sheet of paper from a folder. "This is a signed statement from Caroline Atkins stating that she was in a sexual affair with Ms. O'Connell." Mathew didn't even look at it, just shrugged his shoulders. "So what, did their affair scare the neighbors, did it include cats, dogs, children or unicorns? Their affair was carried out in a locked apartment, between two consenting adults and the fact that you're now willing to throw your own leading lady under the same bus you're tying to toss my client under. Makes me wonder just what you really want." Another file slide across the table stopping in front of Mathew just as Frankie's own hand came to rest on his leg as he heard the man proclaim that it was a file on Ms. O'Connell's sexual activities since she has arrived in Hollywood. Mathew turned his attention to Frankie, this was something he wasn't meant to do. They had pre-arranged signals, Jack was adamant that Frankie may be part of his team but she was to remain as invisible as possible. Frankie pulled her note pad to her and scribbled on it, Mathew read it as she wrote it. He didn't challenge Frankie on what she had written, he knew of her gift and the faith Red and Jack placed in it. The room went silent as Mathew stood and walked to the door, ushering in the notary officer. They shook hands and he introduced him as Mr. Jenson, a court appointed notary, to all in the room. He even pulled out a chair out for him at the end of the table. Mathew then walked back to his own seat and pulled out two sheets of paper from a folder and walked back to once again stand to one side of Mr. Jenson. "This document consents to Ms. O'Connell getting a one time payment of twenty five million dollars plus reimbursement of all medical expenses incurred during her treatment, since the withdrawal on the insistence of the studio of her medical insurance. It also includes a total confidentiality agreement stating that Ms. O'Connell will never be spoken to again by the studio, never acknowledged and never to be contacted again in any way shape or form." Mathew then looked directly at the brunette sitting across from Mr. Jenson. "It also states that if the confidentiality agreement is broken in any way, we will make an attachment of thirty percent of the second films profits from the day it screens until the day it dies." He then slid the sheet across to the brunette and told her to sign it. The whole room went crazy. The so-called leader of the studio delegation ordered the brunette to say nothing and for Mathew to step away from his assistant. Both the brunette and Mathew seemed to be having their own staring competition until the brunette started to smile. She even held out her hand towards Mathew who then placed a pen in her hand and she signed. Once signed, she stood and told her people to leave, Mathew did the same and all but the notarizing officer sat with the documents in front of him already placing his own signature on it. "Miss McManus, I would like you to stay behind please." Frankie nodded and stood to one side as Mr. Jenson got up from his seat. Security met him at the door and accompanied him to the courthouse, the rest left in confusion and sat in the seats by the reception desk to wait for the outcome. "How did you know?" "At first I wasn't sure, the photo I have of you doesn't match what I see in front of me that's for sure. You took a risk to out me to Mr. Bowden, you love your sister a great deal Francine, of that I am now certain. It sickens me that this has got this far, Donald Stanton called me the evening of the awards, what Miss. Akins said bothered him and he asked me to check everything out." Mathew went to speak but the brunette held up her hand to stop him. "My name is Jessica Standish although you will no nothing of me I am Mr. Stanton's go to girl. I find things out that some members of the board don't feel that the CEO of the studio needs to know." "You're also his lover." Both Mathew and Jessica looked towards Frankie, Jessica flushed slightly before nodding her head. "We have been intimate with his wife's knowledge for the last six years. I choose not to defend myself Miss McManus, you yourself should understand why." Frankie understood her meaning and reddening of her own neck and cheeks showed Jessica that her own suspicions had been proved right. Jessica once again looked at Mathew. Please don't place any blame on Mr. Standish, he wasn't even in the country the day of the accident and to the best of his knowledge it was dealt with by other members of the board, it was only what Miss Atkins said and my own subsequent investigation that led him to insist I was placed on the delegation list to your office today." Both Frankie and Mathew seemed to ease up on Jessica as she told them that she was authorized to go as high as fifty million and was surprised she didn't have to go so high. Mathew explained that when they discussed compensation it was Ms. O'Connell that set the figure, he was simply abiding by his clients wishes. Jessica stood, to her this meeting was now at an end. The smile she gave to Mathew soon left her when she knew she was being watched closely by Frankie. The pair looked closely at each other. "Tell your Master this ends now, and that I'm horrified it ever got this far in the first place and offer my apologies, explain to him I personally will deal with this and there will never be a repeat." Frankie nodded her head, yet she felt the need to add. "I will try, but his faith in anyone's word in this city has taken a knock or two as is my sister's trust in your word. The agreement will be binding, my Master will see to that. Know this, you were lucky today, my Master cares for all three of us, force him to defend his slaves again and he will break all of you." Jessica nodded her head in understanding. "The documents will be filed and the studio will live up to its debt of gratitude for what Red did to save Caroline. However, you must know this Francine, we will meet again. I have already accepted my invitation to Thomas Montrose and Joan Gillins wedding." Frankie's eyes lit up. "You called her Joan?" Jessica looked on in confused by her statement. "Yes of course. She was married to my cousin, although we lost touch after the sad death of both my cousin and there son. I have been friends with Thomas for some years and when he mentioned his upcoming wedding I couldn't believe it was with Joan." Frankie watched from the steps of the building for a moment and smiled to herself at her new found knowledge, before she pulled her cell out and called Jack with the news. The Angela Martinez show never normally does live shows. But following the comments of Caroline Atkins at the awards ceremony and the phone call two days ago from Maureen O'Connell offering an exclusive interview as long as it was live and complete secrecy that she was to be interviewed right up until the last minute, the rescheduling was agreed straight away. Red came on to great applause and for the next half hour told her story and also how the studio had been a tremendous help looking after her throughout her recovery. When asked if the studio would do a third film of the franchise, would she agree to be Caroline Atkins personal trainer again? Red gave a wry smile and announced her retirement from both her business which she planned to put up for sale and Hollywood altogether. "I'm saving my energies for running after my children from now on. Its time this woman settled down and became a hot mom rather than a hot personal trainer." The audience went wild. As the credits rolled, Angela hugged Red and wished her well. \\\\\\\* I turned the TV off and looked out the hotel window, breathing a small sigh of relief as I did. Frankie had called me ten minutes before the show went live with the news and was already on her way back here. As a surprise, I already had her booked into the hotels salon so that they could do their best to remove her disguise. Mathew phoned me as well, it seems he has a date this evening and would meet me in the morning before our plane leaves. Although Frankie did make it back before Red, I had her downstairs and in the salon before she was even out of her business suit. I got no complaints from Frankie, I also phoned Mrs. Gillins with the news, she and Jodie had watched the show and had gathered that all had gone well. I leaned on my friendship with Mitch Harper and asked a favor. I was reluctant to do it since I didn't want to disturb Samantha's routine, Mitch told me that we were even and he would make the necessary plans. Father Steven's would of course expect a last interview with Red and I'm sure she wouldn't hesitate; Joseph was pleased with the outcome and told me his check had better not bounce. Although the temptation was to have room service, we all felt the need to dress up and be waited on. Red was a celebrity in the hotel restaurant and many folks came over to our table to tell Red they thought she was a true hero and wished her well on her future parenting. It unnerved us all and reminded us why we liked our anonymity. Even the plane ride back home Red got the full plush carpet treatment, putting out the nose of some teen pop singer who was on the same plane. I had forewarned Red of what was going on when we got back to the cabin, Frankie picked up on the happy thoughts but didn't want a repeat of the telling off she got from Red and I when she went looking for answers, so kept her own council. The rental parked next to Doctor Kellerman's car put her on the alert though. Red and I intentionally left our two bags in the car. I told Frankie to kneel the second she was inside the cabin. Her cheeks flushed slightly when she was confronted by Joseph and Samantha waiting for us, but she did as she was told. The leather collar now in Red's hands as she came out of the playroom didn't go un-noticed by her either. "You will shower alone. You have seven minutes, after that you will be checked once more by Joseph and he will decide on tonight's activities, you either get your wish or we phone out for pizza." The tears in her eyes did little to hide the swell of her chest and the smile she had proved epidemic around the room. We all heard the, "Yes Master," before she was once again up and running to our room to shower. When Joseph heard the shower finish he was waiting for Frankie in our room. "Let me guess, climb on and assume the position." Joseph laughed, we heard him clear across the cabin, I had put the hot tub on for later and Samantha made us drinks. I had Red in the playroom putting out all the toys we would be allowed to use on Frankie if he gave his permission, the scream of 'yes... Shit yes' was a give away and Red nodded her head and moved the things next to the X-frame ready for us to use while we are in the play room. As Joseph came out of our room, Samantha brushed passed him and climbed onto the bed before Frankie had a chance to move from her examination. He watched as Samantha switched a small vibrator on full, spat on Frankie's pussy and pushed the vibrator into her. Her finger sank down to the first knuckle before she finished. Frankie exhaled as it went in and arched her back as Samantha forced her ass cheeks together. Joseph actually blushed as he came up to me, the smile still on his face. "I'm going home and have dinner. I may even get lucky tonight and get a little loving from my wife. I have some papers I need to work on. You have my number, I know I'm preaching to the converted here Jack, but just go easy. Use lubricant by the bucket load and have fun. I will see you all at sun up, one of you had better have breakfast ready for me as well." As we shook hands goodbye and I watched my friend drive home, the sound of Frankie having her first orgasm ripped through the cabin. It wasn't until Red swung by the hot tub ten minutes later that I knew it was time. "Well she's as relaxed as we can get her. She's still tense that she will bleed and you will stop but that's for her body to decide not her mind." Red held out a towel for me and I dried as we walked into the playroom. Frankie was laying down on the table her legs draped over the edge. Both girls were still panting from their last activities; the smiles grew as I approached. "I choose to do this here in the playroom so you will get your wish in more ways than one." It was clear her gift wasn't working if her look of confusion was anything to go by. She watched as Samantha moved away from her and knelt in front of my already semi erection, her mouth opened and her tongue went under my cock. As her tongue went back, her head moved forward until her nose touched my groin area, Samantha's eyes were her smile, her lips locked around me and her tongue once again went into action to get me even harder. "Fuck that looked hot. I want to try that." Frankie's hand had already gone to her own pussy as she sat on the edge of the table watching the action with Red by her side. "Not tonight you won't, sister this is my night. Do you get the feeling you and I should have a talk with our sister later, what other secrets does she hold in her head?" I could feel Samantha giggle around my cock as she listened to the girls talk about her. Once her task was done to her total satisfaction she pulled away and announced that I was ready. Red and Samantha went either side of Frankie and allowed her to rest against them as they both grabbed a leg each and held it away from her body. All three girls had and uninterrupted view of Frankie's blood engorged pussy lips and puckered ass. Still trying to keep Frankie relaxed Samantha just couldn't resist saying. "Now how often do you get to see a view like that unless it's attached to one of us?" The girls giggled and didn't stop until the KY slid into Frankie's ass; she breathed in quickly and tensed for a second. "Ok, which one of you bitches wants her ass-slapping for not warming that shit up before our Master did that." Frankie wasn't in a position to see both girls smile at each other. It was left to Red to say, "Oh stop your whining and take it like a slave." The giggling stopped as I placed my hands on Frankie's waist. The head of my cock rested against her hole. Our eyes locked on one another and with a gentle nod of her head, she breathed in and out once before that thousand-watt smile burst forth. "I am yours and have been since that day I came to you and confessed both who and what I am. Today I feel whole, today I am slave, and I love you more than I should because love doesn't know boundaries like the one that binds us. Thank you so much, my Master." The head of my cock met resistance for a second, all three girls watched both my intrusion into Frankie's ass and her hand going to her clit to rub it. I stopped and slapped her hand, her stomach tightened for a moment and she moved her hand away, confused by my actions. "Understanding what you were about to do and not allowing it is something foreign to me. This is going to happen, I'm going to take my slaves ass and you are going to watch, accept the pain this time slave just as you are going to remember this whole evening for the rest of your life." Although I aimed what I said at Frankie, all three nodded their heads. Sometimes this bond they have with each other scares even me. Another inch went into her ass she exhaled again and although she tried to keep her eyes on me, she kept looking down at what was left to go into her ass. Frankie truly was on sensory as well as visual overload. It was only when skin met skin did she finally relax and looked up at both her sisters, pride burst forth from within her as both her sisters smiled back at her. "Thank you my sisters for giving me this view, but I need to lay down now so my Master can fuck the shit out of me. I am whole now and equal amongst you and I feel so loved by you all." As both girls gently let her rest once again on the table and her legs came to rest against my shoulders, Samantha leaned in and kissed Frankie, I pulled back an inch to allow Red to go after Frankie's clit, the slurping I could hear at this end, muffled the moan Frankie gave out, stopping at the connection Frankie had with Samantha. Frankie was wrong about one thing, I had no intention of 'fucking the shit out of her' although she was never going to know it, this evening her ass was going to be an invite to each of us once. Every other hole in her body was free for us all to use as often as we chose too. But the respect we all had for the damage to her ass by her past master wanting to see her service two masters and two mistresses at the same time and then her last master neglecting to fix the damage when Randy left her to bleed. We all loved this girl and no harm like that was ever going to come to her, tonight she got her wish, but it had to be on fair terms. Samantha dove onto Frankie's nipple. The familiar click and snapping shut of the handcuff that attached her right arm to the table was met with the same happening on the left hand side as Samantha quickly locked her in as well. Both tormented and teased her tits and alternated between rubbing her soaked clit individually and together. The invasion both bodily and sensually, quickly sent Frankie once again plunging head first into her orgasm, her pelvic arched and both girls knowing my intention quickly moved their hands away as mine swiped her pussy. The scream that followed as pain chased pleasure up her spinal cord and shot through her brain like a bullet setting light to every synapses in her, made her want to arch her pelvic bones once again, only to once again be met by my hand. The girls changed tactics, I think more to save their hearing than anything, and Red tilted her head when Samantha came up for air and both moved down Frankie's body. Samantha kept Frankie's body guessing as she alternated between rubbing her clit, running the palm of her hand over it and pinching that treasured source of pleasure. Red waiting for me to move back before she went in after the vibrator that Samantha had pushed into her. "Oh God... Oh fucking shiiiitttt..." All three of us watched as Frankie squirted for the very first time all over Reds hand. Red paused for a moment before going back and finishing her task, Frankie tried everything she could to force her own body down and keep Reds hand in there. Red quickly figured out what she was going to do and pulled her hand out shoving her fingers into Frankie's mouth for her to lick. "Clean this, my sister and taste you. Know you did this and know we are all going after more as well." She sucked on Reds hand like a newborn to a mother's teat. I had to pull back another inch as Samantha went down on her and didn't come up for air until Frankie started to buck her hips once again. I grabbed a handful of Samantha's hair, pulled her away as I slammed back into her, and devoured as much of Samantha's face as my lips could get around. We knew that night, well three of us knew and I'm almost sure the other one sensed it. There was only going to be one rule, we each got a go in Frankie's ass and as I pulled back to force myself into her one last time the visual and sensual parts of my brain told me that it could hold back no more. My cock gave its final goodbye and erupted inside Frankie with as much as my body could give it. Frankie twisted her head away and Reds hand came free as she screamed one last time with my cock still flooding her insides. The snap of the cuffs now allowing her the freedom she craved, Frankie lurched up from the table and swung her arms around me. The sudden movement pulling my cock out of her ass, my cum now leaking onto the table as she sobbed into my chest. "This slave begged you to take what is yours by right and you did. Thank you so much, my heart is so full of joy for what you did for me and what will happen the rest of this evening, thank you so much my love." Red took the lead; I scooped Frankie into my arms and out of the playroom, dropped her onto the bed. The girls were on her before she managed to bounce back up. Red was already attached to her ass, Samantha was in the process of straddling her shoulders and dropping her own pussy onto Frankie's face, her hands reached out for the headboard for support and to give her sister some air between forcing her pussy into her face. Knowing that Frankie squirted, turned into a game for the girls and they wanted more from her. Being more practical, I went and got us all bottles of water so we could keep Frankie hydrated. Both girls took their time with Frankie that evening, when they both climbed off the sweating panting smiling heap on the bed still held out her arms for me to slide back into. Only this time I made love to her, the collar an odd contradiction to what we were doing, yet we each touched, kissed and yielded our bodies to each other. She was still a sexual dynamo and I was grateful the girls had at least taken the edge off of her. The last orgasm I heard from the cabin was around two in the morning. Both girls came out and slid into the hot tub. The glow was still on them, I could smell all three of them on each of the girls and I smiled. "We took pity on her; she curled up and gave a whimper ten minutes ago. We both got her ass and made her watch as we did, something tells me she will want to go after ours at a later date so we may have woken a monster there. She bled slightly when I pulled out of her so I put a pad in her panties and she's sleeping with a collar and panties on." I nodded to Red and thanked them both for helping me grant Frankie's wish. Looking at Samantha, it was clear she had enjoyed this evenings activities, just as I know she would have questions. "I broke a promise to you and I owe you. To do what Frankie asked of me, I had to intrude on Samantha the business woman, it was agreed when you first came to me that that would never happen." Samantha just shrugged her shoulders and drank from her bottle of water before placing it back on the tray. "This slave knows that our life can never run according to any plan such as my promise to you all that should I be needed I would always be here for you all. This slave is at peace as is Samantha; you have taught us well Master, fear not, she enjoyed herself just as much as my sister and I." True to his word, Joseph Kellerman turned up at sunrise and breakfast was ready for him by the time he had finished examining an exhausted Frankie. He left two hours later once he had checked her once more; we took the leather collar off and left her to sleep in. The girls had finished cleaning the things we were allowed to use on her and had just put them back when Frankie came out of the bedroom, a little wobbly on her legs but the smile a give away. Frankie knew, she still understood I had to say it out loud. "That's the first and last time slave. From this day on, your ass is off limits to all of us unless you cross the line and have to be punished." Red and Samantha joined her and helped her to a seat at the kitchen table, for such a long time she said nothing other than a nod when I spoke. By the time that her breakfast was eaten and more water entered her body, her mind gave way to a thought that grew within her, until she felt a need to speak. "This slave understands and will do everything in her power to make sure that line is never crossed. This slave loves you all and thanks you for a memorable night." It was then that evil grin grew within her. "This slave begs her Master, tonight, can we see if my sisters squirt as they seem to have found out I can." The roar of laughter never left that table that morning and we did indeed experiment with both girls and it seems Frankie is once again unique, but then again aren't all three of them in one way or another. \\\\\\\* The phone call from Marlon was expected I suppose, that damn girl was just as good at her job as Mrs. Gillins was. It's been just over three months since Mrs. Gillins wedding and eight months since Red did her TV interview on the Angela Martinez show. I figured I had about four minutes to decide what to do with Frankie, she sensed me looking at her and looked up and smiled back. Perhaps it was time to finish this, I just didn't think it would be Jodie. Since the door was already open, Jodie came in and closed it. Frankie looked on in confusion, stopping what she was working on, giving Jodie her full attention, even though Jodie was sitting across from me. "Where is it?" "It's safe." "You knew that it was tagged as evidence in case it was needed." "Oh it was needed all right." I seemed to push Jodie's buttons with that comment. "Why, you yourself warned us about it you wanted nothing to do with it, why did you take it?" Before I answered her, I looked once again at Frankie. Even doing that gave my mind no relief from the events of that day, I had suspected many times that she knew, like she told us once. Her gift was something that couldn't be turned off. I often wondered if the secrets in her head equaled the amount I had in mine. Coffee came first and since Jodie knew my habits, it didn't send her on a fast boil. Jodie was right about something, I guess when we held our interview she felt she needed to be totally honest with me. She was just a younger version of Mrs. Gillins, except with a little more attitude. So, as I once again sat in my chair, my mind wound itself back to the events leading up to the confrontation with the studio. I told Jodie that I had little faith in the studio even though I was willing to go along with everything that Mathew, Red and Frankie were doing. Talking to Marlon and getting the circuit board out of the secure store was easy, since it was his signature that put it there. Marlon sent it onto me via one of Gordon's people. I needed Frankie on Mathew's team partly to help him since we all knew of her abilities. So once I insisted Frankie was on board, it was pretty much a done deal. The morning of the confrontation, when Red went off to the studio and Frankie went into the office with Mathew, one of Gordon's people got me access into the studio complex. She gained me the time I needed to install the board into the studio's mainframe and we left. Frankie had two orders that day. To help Mathew to the best of her ability and if the negotiations went badly she was to phone me first. I'm sure Jodie's mind raced to the same conclusion at about the same speed as Frankie's. Frankie knew silence was her option and used it, letting Jodie have the end game. "You don't think for one minute that I would allow any of my girls to destroy their lives on national TV do you? Red needed to think she had that option, she never did. I had one of Gordon's people at the Angela Martinez show waiting, ready to pull the plug on my phone call." "If Frankie had phoned me and told me that the studio had called Mathew's bluff, I was going to burn the studio down around them. I would have opened the back door into their mainframe and sent every dirty little secret the studio has to every national newspaper and TV news station in the country. The studio's hunger for publicity would have been their own undoing." Jodie took a moment to absorb the implications of what I had just said. "So where is it now?" "A week after Red got her money and a written apology from the board of directors for the way she had been treated and another promise that if she did indeed sell her company they would still use her company under new management, Gordon and a couple of his people helped me retrieve the board. I do have to say it was a lot more difficult getting it out than putting it in." She paused, it was clear Jodie was going to say something; her mind went over what I had just said. "You didn't answer my question." This time I looked at my watch and tried so damned hard, when I looked over at Frankie she was smiling for me when she nodded her head we both knew what I was going to say. This time I put my coffee down and looked directly at Jodie. "My dear Jodie, it's in the secure store where it's always been. Go check if you don't believe me." Her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked even closer at me. "And if I check the log it was never signed out and it's always been there, just where I left it when I personally placed it there with Marlon in attendance, hasn't it?" I nodded my head before adding, "I sure hope so, what's the point of having a secure store, if people keep taking things from it without signing for them." After a while, she smiled one of her knowing smiles and stood to leave. "Mrs. Gillins was right all along you know. She said this was a fun place to work and that there was always something to keep your mind active. I guess I had better get back to work, it seems accounts have now allocated me the funds for an assistant and I have to go down to the secretary pool to find mine, any chance I can have yours?" The word NO rang out from both Frankie and I as Jodie walked out of my office giggling all the way down the corridor. Mrs. Gillins had chosen wisely, I had faith that Jodie would as well. The pit fall of being the boss was that I needed a foil, someone who would urge caution if I couldn't see the damage an action that I may take would do. Mrs. Gillins knew that from the very start and between us, we built a company that would survive in any climate. Jodie was on the way there, she still lacked some of the experience but she was quickly moving into her roll. Red had foreseen that same problem with me as we sat in the canteen back in college oh so many years ago and was my foil in our private lives. Ultimate power can corrupt and Red took on the mantle she holds within our family even now, our family is strong because we each contribute to it. "You asked me to remind you that Samantha has her scan at three." Those same thoughts I had been having were simply highlighted by the woman that sat across from me. Frankie was with Red when Joseph sat her down and told her the high risks she would have of a healthy baby at her age. Red felt she had left motherhood too late until all the girls got together. Without my knowledge all three had went back to Joseph with a plan and him being their family doctor he had no choice but to listen and tell me nothing. Frankie was the architect in all this; she knew children between us was never going to happen. That didn't stop her from getting together with her sisters offering a plan to suit everyone's needs. At first, I refused. Ever been ganged up on by three slaves? The word Master gets forgotten real quick when that unstoppable force has no intention of stopping for any immovable object. I caved as I suspected they all knew I would, because it kept my girls happy. Samantha had no intention of ever being a mother. Her goal has always been her fathers company. Red took the injections to increase her egg production. Then she donated her eggs and the good doctor brought in the best people to check them out while I supplied the sperm. They were going for 'in vitro' fertilization. They would place the eggs in a Petri dish, add the sperm and wait for an embryo to form. Then, they would implant the embryos into Samantha's uterus, to see if any became viable. It had worked. Samantha was pregnant. It was time to tell her parents. Samantha sat her folks down and told them what she had planned and before they could object, she also told them that she had no intention of ever having any children of her own. I sometimes think Samantha gambled with her own future the day she sat down with Mitchell and Peggy-Sue Harper. She told both her folks that they should take advantage of the situation, think of Red's children as their own grandchildren and spoil them as much as all four of us were going to do. She has taken a year off and became Red's womb. It seems Red is going to have twins, Samantha will have children and let Red do all the work, well that's how she tells it to us anyway. Not to be left out, Frankie took over the cabin, the conversions are on schedule and will be finished next week. Two extra rooms have been added and some of the original rooms have been baby proofed. As for me, the fear that Samantha will go the same way as Shannon, will never leave me until I get to hold her in my arms after she gives birth, no matter how many times she sits on my lap and tells me everything will be fine. I care for my girls and the day I don't, will be the day I close my eyes for the final time. \* Sadly... The End.
Don't Look Back Ch. 19	6,546	4.6	977,813	[ "m/m erotica", "contemporary", "m/m romance", "taboo", "incest", "father/son", "rural" ]	Lee's lips were soft, his breath warm, and his fingers were doing the most amazing things to Marshall's flesh. Marshall ate up the attention. Not that he didn't have Lee's attention on a regular basis, but today was special, and he felt like a kid on Christmas morning, waiting to see what Santa had brought. Except in this case Santa had brought Lee, and Lee brought joy to Marshall's world. When Lee backed off and rose, Marshall moaned at the loss. "Just for a second," Lee assured him. "Be right back." Marshall's eyes fastened on Lee's hot ass as he knelt beside the cooler and rummaged through their bag. He licked his lips appreciatively at the sight. When Lee returned, he held the honey bear in one hand, the lube in the other. Now Marshall was even more confused as to Lee's intentions. "You hungry?" he ventured a guess. Lee gave him a knowing smile. "Always hungry for you, aren't I?" Marshall had to grin at that. Familiar warmth stole through his body at Lee's words. "Yeah, but that doesn't explain... Oooh..." Lee tossed the lube onto the blanket. He opened the bear and removed the seal that proved it was virgin and untouched by anyone else. Upending it, he began to slowly drizzle honey over Marshall's nipples, first one and then the other. Marshall watched the process with fascination. What in the world was Lee up to? When Lee touched the tip of his tongue to one nipple, Marshall began to understand. Even more so, as Lee licked around the pink nub before taking it fully into his mouth and sucking. Marshall moaned in appreciation. Lee repeated the procedure on the second nipple. By the time he was done, they were rosy and stiff peaks, and ached pleasurably. Lee leaned back and squatted on his haunches. His eyes hungrily grazed over Marshall, who writhed impatiently. Marshall knew better than to whimper. He bit his tongue as he waited for Lee to make his next move. He didn't have long to wait. Lee moved farther south, and turned the bear upside down again, holding it over Marshall's hard, weeping cock. The viscous substance oozed out, hitting the cockhead, sliding slowly down the side. Lee used his fingers to help coat Marshall's erection with the sweet stuff, before he bent over it and took it into his mouth in its entirety. Lee's mouth was warm and wet around Marshall's cock, and his tongue was doing things that in certain societies might be considered criminal. Marshall arched his back, digging his fingers into the blanket beneath him. A gentle breeze stirred the air, and purple blossoms descended upon them in a colorful shower. Lee took Marshall's hairless balls in one hand, rolling them between his fingers. He'd given them a quick going over in the bathroom last night, just in case. Not that they were all that hairy to begin with. Lee had a lot more hair down there than Marshall did. "Finger," Marshall moaned needily. "Please," he added as an afterthought, although today he knew it wasn't mandatory. Still, couldn't hurt. Lee knew what Marshall wanted—Lee always understood Marshall's needs. Marshall watched as Lee moved his hand from Marshall's balls, picked up the lube and one-handedly pushed open the cap. He spilled a small amount of the lube onto Marshall's stomach; it was cool to the touch, not unpleasantly so. Setting the tube aside, Lee dipped his fingers into the substance, slicking them. "Spread'em, sweet cheeks," he directed, and Marshall happily obeyed. Marshall pulled his legs back and held them against his chest, knowing this would give Lee greater access. "How many?" Lee wanted to know, licking the top of Marshall's cock. "Three." "Let's work up to that, why don't we? Start with two?" Marshall nodded his assent. Lee slid two fingers slowly inside Marshall's channel, even as he devoured his cock once more. Oh God, that felt good. He clenched his muscles about Lee's fingers, hoping to keep them there forever. He knew what was coming, and he braced for it. Sure enough, Lee reached Marshall's prostate and pushed against the bundle of nerves. Marshall yelped; Lee did it again. "More!" he gasped, and felt Lee add the third finger he'd promised. Marshall felt full, but in a good way. There was only one thing better than having Lee fingerfuck him, and that was being filled by Lee himself. He closed his eyes and gave in to the sensations that bombarded him, to the glory of the moment. Cool air hit his cock as Lee pulled off again, and removed his fingers gently from Marshall's ass. "I think you're ready. Roll on your side." Marshall wasted no time in doing as directed. Lee lifted one leg and raised it to his shoulder before he pushed inside Marshall with one thrust. "Go ahead and touch," Lee gave his permission. Marshall quickly wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped, even as Lee began to thrust in and out in a quick rhythm. Marshall's control began to slip. He was about to come, and he knew it. That familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach that began to grow, radiating outward, rapidly. The feeling sparked and caught fire as his cock began to spasm and Lee thrust harder. Marshall kept pumping his cock, ejaculating in quick spurts that coated his hand and chest. A few hard thrusts later, he felt Lee's release fill him warmly, heard Lee moan his name aloud as he came, before he collapsed onto the blanket, pulling Marshall close. Damn, that was good. If the fishing was even half as good, it would be a perfect day. Drained, he was tempted to close his eyes for a moment. It was a struggle not to give in. But in the end, he gave up and fell asleep against Lee, inhaling his familiar scent.
Been Waiting for Love Ch. 03	65,800	4.76	390,572	[ "drama" ]	That evening, Scott was just on his way back to Katrina's after finishing most of his errands. He called James to help him arrange an interview with the DA tomorrow. He swore he could never repay that man for everything that he has done for him. Hopefully, he get the job thing in order and then, well he didn't know where to go from here. His mind was not focusing on the distant future. He kept thinking about what he wanted to do with Kitty Kat as soon as he got her alone. He still smelled her on him, the smell of her sweet perfume. He was seriously considering to take up her offer when his phone rung. "Hello." He said flipping it open. "Hey man, what are you doing?" hearing Ricky's voice shook away any plans for Katrina. "I'm heading back to Kat's, why?" "Why don't you come over here? Since the girls are going out, I was thinking about going to the bar and getting some drinks." "And spying on your future wife?" "Well, I wouldn't call it spying, just lending a helpful eye." "Yea, right man. I'll be over there soon. Just to let you know, I'm going in what I was wearing earlier." "That's cool man, the place doesn't ask for you to be dressy." "Okay, I'll see you then." He hung up. When he got to Ricky's house, they sat around in the living room as they looked through old photo albums, reliving past and new memories. Scott couldn't believe some of the girls they use to date back then, especially when Ricky would tell him what they are doing now. "Are you kidding me? A stripper?" Scott said in disbelief. "I told you, she had too much fun around that pole that use to be outside." Ricky said and they both laughed. They flipped to another picture of Katrina and Ricky. They were at their mom's wedding and he smiled to himself seeing the big smile on her face as she hugged Ricky. She always had a smile that lit up her face. He wished he would have made it, but he was on duty. "You must be real proud." Scott said. "Of my life now? Yea, thanks to you, I got the woman of my dream, a great job, a good family, and my boy back just in time." "You better stop that before Kendra think that you are suppose to be walking down the aisle with me." Scott laughed and Ricky shook his head. "I mean it man. I hate to bring up what happened to you years ago, but it helped me realize what's important in life. I didn't know what I was missing till I met her. I want you to find someone that makes you happy like I did. You need someone to help take care of you." "Are you getting sentimental on me?" "I'm serious. All the things that you have been through, you deserve to be happy. There is plenty of tail around here for you to chase and settle down with." Ricky smiled as Scott just nodded. "I may find someone, I don't know. I'm use to being a loner." "Well, I'm not always going to take care of you. You aren't cute enough for that." They both laughed settling back in the seat, "I do appreciate you looking in on my sister though. She means the world to me." "I know she do. She means a lot to me too." More than you know, Scott thought. "She's been hurt man, I mean badly. When we were younger, it was hard after dad died. I was the only one that she would talk to for almost a year. After you left she dated some of these jerks around here and got hurt by them. You know I was on an ass-kicking spree then even some of my so-called friends. That's one thing I can say about you. I've lost plenty of friends because they tried to get with my sister." "Really?" Scott gulped. "Yea, I mean I know my sister is grown up, but she's not too sure on what she wants." "Oh man, give her some credit." "I mean career wise, she's on point, but with her dating life. I don't know. It's like she is searching for something. I'm glad you never had that urge, that's why I trust you. For years you helped me keep a watch on her and I never had to worry about you going behind my back and try to do anything with my sister." Scott felt like a first class heel. Here he had been thinking about getting Katrina into bed and now that Ricky was laying everything down, he felt guilty. He didn't want to betray Ricky; he was the closes thing he had to a brother. That was it, the nail in the coffin; he had to distance himself from Katrina. He couldn't continue on with what ever was going on between him and Katrina. "Hey, you know me. I would never do anything like that." "Glad to hear that." "Hey baby," Kendra came out to kiss Ricky, "I'm going to get ready over Jade's house." "Alright baby, have fun?" he said. "See you later Scott." She said waving in his direction. There was something in her eyes when she waved at him. It looked like disappointment. Shit, how much did she hear, he thought. Well, it may be a good thing, it could possibly get Katrina's mind off him. Even though apart of him didn't want to let her go. Damn, he hates being confused. At Jade's house, Katrina had just finished tightening her corset. She ran her hands down, smoothing it out against her. She smiled to herself thinking about Scott possibly seeing her in this when she gets back home. She thought about him every since he left her office. She wished he had stayed till she finishes the meeting. They could have been alone and finished what has started. Oh well, they have all night, she thought with a smile. "Can you snap out of the mirror?" Jade said shaking her head. "Hey, I'm out of it. I'm just waiting to go." Katrina said turning her back to the mirror. "Oh you are just wanting to get back home to the delectable Marine." "You think tonight is going to be the night?" Dominique asked combing through her short black hair. "I know so. I felt it when we were in the office." "Oh, I want to hear the office story again, please." Jade begged and they both laughed. Katrina turned to Kendra and saw that she was not really paying attention. She's been pretty tight lipped every since she got here, "Kendra, do you miss my brother already?" Katrina teased. "What? Oh, I haven't been thinking about him." "Other wedding stuff?" Dominique asked. "Yea, that's it." "Kendra, what's wrong? You never really this quiet." She sighed looking off, "I don't know about this thing between you and Scott. I overheard him and Ricky talking and I don't think Scott is all for it." "What are you talking about?" "Ricky told him about some of your past boyfriends and that he's glad that Scott hasn't betrayed him. He told Ricky that he never would do anything like that." She felt part of herself collapsed, "That...He just told Ricky that so he wouldn't say anything. I mean he can't just say yea I'm going to bang your sister." "I'm just warning you. We both know Scott and we know when he is serious about something. I'm sorry Katrina." She shook her head, "No, you're wrong. I told Scott how I felt he wouldn't just blow me off." "Well, maybe it's for the best." Dominique piped, "I mean, you don't want to start anything with him. There are plenty of great black men around here." "This coming from the biracial person." Kendra reminded. "Yes and let me tell you it's not easy. Look, I have nothing against Scott, I mean he sounds great but think of everything you will be putting on the line." "Dominique, I know you love and care for me, but I've been thinking about this for 11 years and nothing has changed. I am going to have him." Later that night, the guys sat at a table trading old stories at Chad's bar. Chad was an old friend of Scott's dad. He uses to have Scott and Ricky clean up after school for extra cash. It was good to see him still doing great. Ricky got their friends Jerry and Allen together. It was great to be together with the old gang. It was a good way to get his mind off of Katrina. He made up his mind that. Tomorrow, he would try to find a new place. A part of him kept looking up at the door, hoping she would come in. Nah, he didn't want that. Just get your mind off her man, he thought to himself. "So, it's your turn to take that old plunge, congratulations man." Allen said. "Well, that's 3 down and one more to go." Jerry said. "I guess we are talking about me." Scott grinned. "I always told you, you would be the last in the group to be married." "This isn't exactly by choice. I just don't know if this marriage thing is right for me." Scott said. "Hey man, we have all felt like that, but when you meet the right woman that wants you and you know she is going to stick by you no matter what. She will be the type of woman that you can't wait to get back home too, then you know it's time." Allen said and Jerry started clapping as Ricky pretend to wipe tears from his eyes. "That's deep man." Scott said shaking his head. "I'm going to get some more drinks. Allen just made me cry." Ricky teased and the whole table laughed. Ricky got up to walk over to the bar. Scott looked toward the door and saw Kendra, Jade, Katrina, and another girl come in. He didn't really even notice the other three, just Katrina. She had on a red corset top that had her breast press together. The tight jeans hugged her ass, making his mouth water. She glanced at him and he turned back to his bottle of beer. "Damn, that girl is fine." Jerry said. "Which one? All four of them make a grown man cry, lucky ass Ricky. Scott, how did you let her past through your fingers?" "Kendra was just a good friend. She just always watched over me and took care of my place when I was gone. You see how the two of them are, they belong together." "That's true, but what about that Katrina, good Lord." Jerry shook his head. "She is a hot little number. I swear if I wasn't married and I wasn't scared of Ricky, I would be having the headboard shaking right now, instead of being with you guys." Allen said. "Come on now, you guys are married and you just gave this long ass speech about the right one." "That doesn't mean we can't appreciate a beautiful woman. I love my wife and I think she is the most beautiful woman to me, but I know beauty when I see it." "Exactly, we have seen Katrina grow up to a very smart woman. I am very proud of her, but when I see her looking like that, I forget myself." Jerry said pretending to tremble. "So, you telling me that you would try something with her, even though you are Ricky's friend?" "I feel like this is a setup." Allen said. "I would try, I mean Ricky has to understand his little sister not so little anymore. He needs to let loose the chokehold a little, so I would do this while dodging Ricky. Yea I would give her a try." Jerry said swallowing the last of his beer. Scott sighed to himself as he looked over towards the bar and saw her sitting down with the rest of her friends. He has never been so torn and confused as he was now. He kept thinking about what happened in her office and his claim to Ricky that he would never try anything. His body wanted her, but he couldn't give into that. Or could he? "Um, just to let you know, I may be leaving ya'll pretty soon." Ricky said bringing over the beers. "I see the pussy is calling him." Allen said and Ricky nodded with a wink, "I knew you would pull some stuff like that." "Ya'll should go play that whole strangers meeting up at the bar thing." Jerry suggested taking one of the beers, "That's always fun." Scott laughed and saw Ricky tense up. He knew that was never a good thing. He looked over in the direction that Ricky was staring and saw some guy talking to Katrina. The guy towered over Katrina as he tried to whisper to her. He was bald head with chocolate complexion but not as big as Scott. Scott had to set his beer bottle down as he saw the girls trying to dismiss the guy. She was trying to blow him off, but the stupid guy was persistent. His blood was starting to boil as he saw the guy was obviously not taking the hint. "Fucking bastard." Ricky whispered. "Who's that?" Scott asked not taking his eyes off them. "An ex-boyfriend of hers, she broke up with him when she caught the bastard cheating. He's been trying to get back with her every since." "Is that right?" Scott said as his jaw tensed up. He saw red at the failed attempts Katrina had to get rid of the guy. He wasn't taking the hint. Scott couldn't understand what they were saying but he noticed the angry tone in her voice. His anger boiled over and his face burned. He never really felt jealousy before now. Then the guy made the biggest mistake, he grabbed her elbow, roughly, pulling her close. Scott didn't hesitate to get up and stride over to them without Ricky. "Let me fucking go!" he heard Katrina shout when he got closer. "Look, why you have to be such a bitch? I'm just trying to talk to you." Scott pulled her behind him and got in the guy's face, "Didn't you hear her tell you to leave her the fuck alone?" he said in a low menacing tone. "Who the fuck are you man? I'm here to talk to my woman." "From what I understand, that's your ex-woman. So, if you want to keep all your teeth, I suggest you back the fuck off." "So who are you, white boy? If you don't get out of my face and mind your..." he didn't even see the punch coming. The bar erupted with shock as the guy fell to the floor. Scott wanted to pick the guy up and punch him in his face. He closed his eyes and tried to hold back his anger. He felt a hand on his shoulder and knew whom it was. He turned around to see her face etched with concern; she looked between the guy on the floor and Scott. She saw his friends come to help him up, "Yo man, what's your problem?" one of them said. Scott wrinkled his brow, "My problem? You really want to know what my problem is." Scott was going to charge them till Ricky stepped in front of him, holding him back. Scott just turned his attention away from them. He moved away as soon as he was sure they weren't coming after him. "Are you okay?" he asked Katrina. "You didn't have to do that." "Yes he did." Ricky said, "I couldn't believe you got there before I did." "Yea." Scott kept staring down past the door. His feelings and how unusual protective he was at that moment confused him. He never thought you could be angry and want someone at the same time. He wanted to take her back to her house and bury himself inside of her all night. His wants turned into needs and he craved her. He needed to feel her legs wrapped around his back as she willingly accepted him. He craved for her to want him again and soothed him. He needed some air. "Scott man, are you okay?" Ricky asked. "Yea, I'm just going outside." He didn't even look at them as he walked out the door. He took a deep inhale as soon as he got outside. No woman has ever messed with his head before. His control has always been in tact, especially after what happened to him when he was capture. Now he could feel it slowly breaking for Katrina; of all people. "Scott," he shuddered as her smooth whisper caressed his body, "what's the matter?" it was all or nothing now. "I'm going back to the house right now," He said turning to her, "and you better be behind me." Her mouth dropped and went dry. He stared at her with such intensity. There was sweat forming on his brow and his neck was still red. She never seen him like this, but it was turning her on. "My car is at Jade's house." She stuttered. "Then you better get in the truck." He turned and headed to the black truck. She found her ability to breath and her temperature rose. She turned around to see Kendra and Jade coming out to check on her. Kendra had to convince Ricky to stay and settle things with Chad while she checked on them. "Is everything alright?" Jade asked. "Yea, tell Ricky that we had to go back home and I'll call him tomorrow." Katrina couldn't hide her smile. "Okay, you want me to bring you the car tomorrow and we can ride to work together?" Jade asked. "Oh yea, whatever." She heard the impatient horn behind her, "Night guys." "Good to see I was wrong." Kendra smiled as Katrina turned to head to her Scott. As soon as she got in, he screeched out of the parking lot. The drive was quiet as she stole glances at him. His hands were tight on the steering wheel and she could see his body tense. She looked down at his crotch and saw the tent in his pants. She hoped she wasn't biting off too much, especially with him in this state. "Scott, are you really okay? I don't know why you are so angry." "I'm not angry." "You certainly look angry. I broke up with that guy a year ago, he just trips like that when he sees me." "What are you searching for?" "What?" "Your brother said that it seemed like you were searching for something when you date, what are you searching for?" he didn't take his eyes off the road as he spoke. "I told you, I want you. So, I guess I've been searching for you." "Why? I'm not the same Scott that I was years ago." "Maybe not, but you are better." "What are you wanting from me? Are you just wanting to know how I would fuck you?" "I hope you know that's not it. I want you to give us a try. I don't know why you want to fight it. You can't and you know it." She leaned over close to his ear and Scott felt her breast against his arm, "You want me, Scott, just as much as I want you." She whispered and put a big exclamation on it by sucking on his earlobe. Scott took a sudden in hale and tried hard not to crash the car. She wasn't going to make driving easy on me, Scott thought to himself as she moved to his neck. "Kitty Kat, if you don't want me to crash this truck, I suggest you settle back in your seat." He turned to her briefly and saw her smile. Damn, he couldn't wait till he got her back to the house. When they got to her condo, he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her lips to him. He pushed his tongue in her mouth possessively. She moaned into his mouth as she melted into his kiss. He pulled away breathless, leaning his forehead against hers. He got out of the truck first and she followed. She felt herself giddy as he walked closely behind her. She knew he wouldn't be able to resist her for long. She went searching for her car keys and felt his lips on her neck. His hands settle on her hips and he pressed himself against her ass. Her head started spinning as she felt him suck on her neck. She reached up to grab the back of his head, grinding herself against his erection. One hand left her hips and ventured up to squeeze her breast in their confines. She couldn't contain the moan that escaped her lips when he pinched her harden nipple. "Open the door, baby." He whispered hotly into her ear before he licked her lobe. She almost forgot about the door. She quickly found her keys and unlocked the door. As soon as she did, he turned her around towards him and lifted her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he pushed the door open. She kissed him again and he growled tasting her sweet tongue. He kicked the door closed behind him and headed back into his room. Her hands were threaded into his hair as she returned the same fire he gave her. When he reached his room, he sat her down on her feet without breaking the kiss. She wanted to feel his hands on her again, to feel them claim her body. She was shivering in anticipation for him and he noticed. "You alright baby." He said breathless, pulling away from her. She put her hand on his shoulder and could only nod. He stared down at her plump full lips; there were no words that described her at that moment. He wanted to see all of her. He took his phone and wallet out of his pocket and set them on the nightstand. He went for her corset and untied it. His frustration grew as he tried to unlace all the parts of it. "Fuck." He whispered as he realized that he wasn't getting anywhere. She chuckled at his failed attempt, "Let me do it." "Nah, I got it." He reached into his back pocket for his pocketknife. Katrina gasped as she saw the shiny metal he revealed in his hand. Was he really going to cut through her top? She knew that Scott could be a little anxious but damn. He easily sliced through all the strings and Katrina's knees weaken. The mere animalistic look he had on his face as he revealed her milk chocolate breast to him. He couldn't form any plausible thought as his mouth watered. When he stared at her like that, it made her feel so desirable. Her nipples hardened in response of his intense gaze. "You cut my top." She reminded him, not really caring about her clothing. "I'll buy you a new one." His mouth lowered to her inviting nipple and he swirled his tongue around it. She threw her head back in ecstasy, pulling his head to take it in further his mouth. He nibbled on it while his other hand pinched on her other nipple. He was pushing her over to the bed. The smell of her arousal wafted in his nose and he growled as he pushed her down on the bed. Katrina bit her lip, anticipating his next move. She wanted to see and feel his body. He pulled his shirt over his head and he was still in his tank top. He went down to attack her other nipple, giving it the same treatment. She arched into his hot mouth as a dozen sensation burst within her. His hands traveled down to her pants and unzipped them with a flick of his wrist. She bucked her hips off the bed as she felt his fingers probing her inside. She knew that it was going to be good, but she wasn't prepared for it to be like this. A dozen thoughts and emotions ran through her mind as she felt his mouth and fingers inside her. Her wet pussy coated his fingers and he pushed them in further. "Oh, Scott, I'm so close." She moaned as she felt herself reaching her limit. "You going to cum, baby? Right on my fingers? That's what I want." He whispered back, hovering over her enough to look into her big brown eyes. He wanted to tease her a little; to make her beg for it. He pulled his fingers out slowly and thrust them inside her. She cursed out at the maddening pace. She moved her hips to encourage him to move faster, but he wouldn't stop the pace. The pleading look he saw in her eyes, was turning him more than any woman he ever been with. He felt like he could burst right in his jeans, looking at her face in pure ecstasy. Her body felt like it was convulsing, the room was spinning and her blood was rushing. She dug her nails into his forearm as she screamed out. She never came like that before and knew she never would unless it came from him. She opened her eyes and saw him just staring down at her with those intense blue eyes. "Damn, you're beautiful." He said with a smile and she couldn't help but smile back. He felt her pussy clench on his fingers as he withdrew them. She was about to complain, but he stood up to pull her jeans and underwear off. She was still a little weak but sat up as he pulled off his own jeans. His hard cock sprang out of its confines, greeting her. Her mouth dropped as she saw him in all his glory. He was thicker than she imagined him to be. She wrapped her hands around him and starting pumping him in her hand. He was so hot and rock hard. She could see the purple veins appearing and pre-cum coming out of the tip. She moved forward to suck on the head of his beautiful organ. He took a deep inhale, not expecting her to wrap her lips around him. She looked up at him as she took him in a little deeper till he reached the back of her throat. He hadn't taken off his tank top, so she decided to give him a hint. She took her free hand to push up the tank top. She noticed some scars that slowly revealed on his stomach and that's when he grabbed her hand. "What's wrong?" she whispered taking him out of her mouth. "Um, just don't worry about that." He grabbed the back of her head and moved her over to his cock again. She let it go this one time and took him backing her mouth. She let her hand guide down in the same motion as her mouth. Scott looked down at her as she sucked on his cock. As twisted as it may sound, he would have never thought that Katrina would be in this position. He was starting to love her hot mouth on him. "Fuck. Shit you're a good cock sucker." He whispered as she started increase her pace. When she heard him, she started to suck on him harder. He was thrusting back into her mouth not caring about gagging her. He needed to stop before he cum without being in her pussy. He pulled her mouth away and leaned down to thrust his tongue into her mouth. She moaned into his mouth as she felt her wetness dripping down her thigh. She pushed back to the head of the bed and he followed her. He snug himself between her open thighs and felt his cock graze her pussy lips. It was begging to go inside. He teased her a little more, by rubbing his cock against her pussy, coating it with her wetness. She bucked up waiting for him to do it. It then occurred to him that he didn't have a condom. He looked towards his bag when she pulled his head towards her. "I'm on the pill." She said and kissed him. That was all the encouragement he needed. He slowly slid inside of her as her pussy clenched around ever inch. Her nails dug into his back as she bit down hard on her bottom lip. He leaned down and kissed her. He grabbed the back of her thigh as he thrust the rest of his length inside of her. The kiss covered her scream and she felt him pulsing inside of her. Scott never knew anything could feel so good. His cock felt like it was encased in a hot tight confinement. He pulled away from her lips as he started to move inside of her. Her mouth flew open as he thrust sharply inside of her, pushing her head to the headboard. Katrina felt like this was too good. Now she knew why all these girls constantly surrounded Scott. He looked down between them and saw how his white cock disappeared into the brown haven. When he saw that sight and heard her moan, he lost it. He pushed her legs up further till they were almost in her face. He pushed inside of her faster, grinding his teeth. "Oh Scott! Oh fuck!" Katrina cried. She couldn't move in the position he had her in. She could only take it and she loved it. She could feel herself reaching that point again. All she could do was grab a hold of his forearm and close her eyes. "Katrina," He said and slowed his pace down. Her eyes flew open, "I need you to look at me. I want you to make sure you know who is making you cum like this baby." He growled the last part as he started the quick sharp thrust. She was at a lost for words. She couldn't think about anything but him being inside of her, claiming what's been his eleven years ago. She looked up at the sweat on his brow, his blue eyes so dark you could barely tell they were blue. "Your pussy is so tight baby. Damn I love the way your pussy hugs me. I want you to cum on all over my cock." "Oh baby. Sc...Sco..." He felt his balls tighten and knew he didn't have long, "That's right baby, scream my name. Scream for me." "SCOTT!" she screamed as she completely came undone. Her nails dug into his forearm, but he didn't notice the pain. The sight of her head thrown back with her hair covering parts of her face is what he focused on. Her eyes were gazed over in and a small smile appeared on her face. That was the finally straw. HE pumped into her a couple more times until he spilled himself inside of her. He came gritting his teeth, biting back the animalistic sound that came from his mouth. Her pussy milked at his cock and he felt his arms couldn't hold him up anymore. He lowered down to her waiting lips and kissed her. She grabbed the back of his head, pushing her sweet tongue into his mouth. He was about to move off of her when he felt her wrap her legs around him. He chuckled to himself as he took a deep inhale of her scent. He kissed her shoulder and moved to lie next to her. She turned on her side to look at him as he settled on his back. There was no turning back now, he thought, he went ahead and had sex with his best friend's little sister and he loved it. Neither one said anything as they tried to catch their breath. "Did I live up to what all the girls use to say about me?" he asked. "I don't know what they use to say, but you definitely lived up to what I thought." She said. "Good answer." He said licking his lips. She moved closer to place her head on his chest as he slowly stroked her back. She smiled to herself as she could hear his heartbeat. Now she was for sure, Scott was whom she wanted all this time. There was a problem though, she thought as she ran her hands over his chest. "Scott, what was up with the whole tank top thing? I'm pretty sure those scars would have healed by now." "Because of the way I was cut, some of them healed and some didn't heal all the way. I haven't really been comfortable with it for a while. I had some girls look at me with no shirt on and look at me with pity. I don't even bother to take off my shirt most of the time." "I'm not like other girls. I don't care how you think you may look." "It's something I have to get over, Kitty Kat. You just have to be patient with me. Now get some sleep." He said trying to divert away from the conversation. "Alright, good night baby." She said before lifting her head up to kiss him. He accepted her kiss as he pulled her close to him. She finally settled her head on his chest as he looked up at the ceiling. He was afraid she was going to bring up the tank top think, but he wasn't ready. A lot of the times he could barely stand to look at himself. He looked at her sleeping form and a smile appeared on his face. He didn't need to dwell on that. He just needed to enjoy the woman next to him. Scott heard this annoying sound buzzing into his ear, disturbing him. He opened one eye and noticed that annoying sound was his phone. He has to remember to keep that thing silent. He reached for his phone. "Hello." He said groggily. "Oh hey son, I didn't know you were still sleep." It was his dad. "It's 8 in the morning dad. What's wrong?" "Chad told me what happened at his bar yesterday. Are you okay?" "Yea, I'm cool, I was just pissed." "You know your mother wouldn't let me rest until I check on you. What about Katrina? Is she alright?" hearing him say her name had him look over at her. Her hair was rumpled over her head as she slept with her arm over his heart with her face turned up to him. She looked so beautiful. He wondered if there was any moment that she wouldn't look beautiful to him. "Yea, she is real good." He saw the smile tug on her face and knew she wasn't sleeping. "Alright, well what time is your interview?" "It's at noon, why?" "Just wanted to know and wish you luck." "You know me dad, I will be alright." "I know, well I guess I'll go back to sleep now." "Great dad, rub it in. You know I can't go back to sleep since you woke me." His dad chuckled. "I know that's why I did it. Love you son." He closed his phone, shaking his head. He did need to get up, but he was so comfortable with her right next to him. He leaned down and kissed her softly. She immediately responded, kissing him back. His cock twitched as she moved up closer to him. "You okay with my morning breath?" she whispered. "Well, I didn't notice till you said something. You mind brushing your teeth so we can continue this." She slapped his arm as he laughed, "You are very abusive." "Well that didn't change from when I use to hit you like that when we were younger." "You got a little more strength behind it." She snuggled closer to him, "Does this mean I have to get out of bed?" "I think so, you have work to do and I have an interview." "I'm sure you will do great." She looked up, kissing him again. "You know I could get addicted to those thick juicy things. Just as much as I can get addicted to this." He said squeezing her ass and she squealed. "Stop Scott." She smiled, "It's too early for that." "Who says?" "Well, I don't know, that's a good question." She moved to straddle him bringing her breast to his view. He licked his lips as one hand reached to squeeze her globes. She groaned, inching down to his hardening cock. She threw her head back as he pinched at her nipples. It was his turn to growl as she reached behind her to stroke his cock to full life. He thrust back against her warm hand closing his eyes. "HEY KATRINA! YOUR BROTHER AND ME ARE HERE!" they heard from the front room. "Fuck." She whispered as she hurried off of him. Scott got up, quickly reaching for his pants. He carefully put them on with his shirt from last night. "What now?" he asked. "Just distract him and I'll go back to my room." She said grabbing his robe and putting it on. He sighed, opening the door to see Ricky looking at Jade as if she was insane. Jade just innocently smiled at Ricky. "Ya'll want to make it just a little more louder in here." Scott said trying to play along. "Hey man, I told you about the company my sister keeps all big mouths, but I love you all the same Jade." "Whatever jerk." She said moving to the kitchen. "I didn't know you had a key." Scott said. "Of course, I was just checking in on ya'll when I saw Jade pulling up." Thank goodness for that, Scott thought. "Where's Katrina?" he asked. "I'm guessing she's still sleep." "What happened last night?" what didn't happen is more the question, Scott thought. "We just got home and I shut myself in my room. She came in to check on me a couple of times." "Yea, I can tell, you're still in your same clothes. Why did you leave like that?" "You know how I get after a fight. I just wanted to be alone, especially after I could have broken his jaw or worse." Scott looked over at his door and glanced at Jade. He looked at her and glanced to his door. She must have picked up on it, "Ricky, could you help me reach for the syrup?" "What the hell are you doing, making pancakes back there?" "Hey, I was asking for the syrup because I forgot to put that on our grocery list and I need it at the restaurant." Ricky shook his head and went into the kitchen. As soon as he did Scott went over to the door and opened it. She started to walk quickly to her room. "Scott!" Ricky said making her drop in front of the couch where he couldn't see her. Scott looked down at her position, the robe rode up to reveal al little of her ass high up in the air, "Scott!" "Huh?" Scott looked up suddenly. "You want some coffee?" "Yea, sure man, thanks." "I am not making it. Jade is going to do it." "Very nice." Scott drowns them out staring down at Katrina in front of him. He wished he could push them both out and take her in that same position. "Scott, what's on the ground?" "Just this little spot I have to get to later." She turned to look up at him with narrowed eyes. "No, get the good coffee way in the back." Scott nudged her feet when Ricky's back was turned and she ran the rest of the way to her room, closing the door softly. Scott let out that breath he didn't realize he was holding. He wasn't comfortable lying to Ricky, but he knew Ricky wouldn't take it well for him to catch his baby sister on top of Scott. He was sure he was going to tell Ricky once he gets him heavily drunk or sedated. Katrina came out with her robe on scratching her head, yawning. "Why are ya'll making so much noise in my house?" Katrina said. "About time sleeping beauty woke up." Ricky said going over to rumble her hair. "Stop, my hair is fucked up enough as it is." Scott went into the kitchen and started to take over for Jade at making the coffee. "So, how was your night?" Jade teased and Scott nudged her. "It was very satisfying, thank you." Katrina said narrowing her eyes at Jade and she couldn't help but smile at both of them. "Okay, girls are acting crazy again. Listen man, what are you doing after your interview?" Ricky said turning his attention to Scott. "Well it sounds like you got some best man duties you want me to do so what's up?" "You should go ahead and get your first fitting for your tux." "Oh yea, I'll do that. Do I have to make some sort of appointment or something?" "Nah, you good. Just tell them you are with my wedding party." "Okay. Well, can you give me a minute to get ready for work?" Katrina said hoping to get some alone time with Scott before she had to go. "Sure go ahead. I got to be heading off myself. Good luck man." Ricky said slapping hands with Scott. "You know I got this." Scott said smiling. "See you later little sis." Ricky said kissing her forehead. "Yea, bye." She waved him off and he pinched her. "Mean girl." He complained before leaving. Katrina went over in front of Scott, looking up at him. She bit her bottom lip, putting her hands on his biceps. Scott wanted to rip that robe right off her. His hands were just itching to feel her body. The eyes said it all as his eyes darken in desire. "That was a close one. It's a good thing I yelled for ya'll. Kendra said she called you but you didn't pick up. I see why." Jade sighed and noticed that they weren't paying any attention to her, "Oh hell, don't tell me you are going to be one of those couples that get all lovesick eyes for each other." They still didn't respond, "Don't I at least get a thank you?" "Thank you, not get out." Scott said, not taking his eyes off Katrina. "You are going to let him talk to me like that?" Jade said. "Of course not, get the hell out." Katrina responded. "May I remind you, you have a ten o'clock appointment." Katrina groan. "Just sit tight." She pulled Scott to her room and closed the door. As soon as she did, Scott grabbed her face, kissing her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, loving the way he kissed her. She would never get tired of his lips. He reached behind her, smacking her ass before squeezing it in his hand. This was doing nothing for his hard on that was strained in his pants. He felt his back hit the wall and her hands pushed up his shirt. He took off the shirt, making sure his tank top was still on. She unbuckled his pants and stroked his cock. She licked her lips and went down to her knees. She licked up his cock and swirled her tongue around the purplish head. She pumped his cock with her hand. He leaned his head against the wall as he felt her hot mouth surround him. She hollowed her mouth, sucking on him slowly. He grabbed on to her hair, pushing his hips into her mouth. She took a hold of his heavy balls squeezing them lightly and he moaned out. "Oh fuck baby. Damn I love my cock in your mouth, just as much as I love me being in your pussy." He whispered, knowing he wasn't going to last long. Katrina's free hand ventured down as she pushed two fingers into her how soaking wet cunt. She could feel herself about to cum too. This was a first for her being turned on by giving a blowjob. She moaned around his cock as she tried not to gag on him as he continued to thrust. "Shit, I'm cumming kitty kat." He wanted to stop her because he wasn't sure if she would let him cum in her mouth. She shook her head and started stroking him faster, "Cum in my mouth." She whispered and took him back in her mouth. He growled spilling himself in her mouth. He saw her swallowing all she could as her fingers slowed inside of her pussy. He felt his knees go weak and the wall held him. She took him out of her mouth with one last plop and stood up to kiss him. He grabbed her hair devouring her mouth. "You sure you don't have enough time." He whispered. "I wish I did, but I do need to get ready. You need to get ready for your interview too." "Alright, give me one more kiss." She smiled. "Aren't you supposed to say please?" He shook his head and looked at her with a renew intensity that made her knees buckle, "Give me one more kiss." He said in a low whisper. She grabbed his head and kissed him fully, exploring every crevice of his mouth. She didn't know that Scott could be so forceful, she also never thought it would turn her on so. She knew when she opened this door; she wouldn't help all the emotions that came with it. She knew it before he came back. Her heart swelled at the realization as he kissed her. For the first time, she was truly in love. Thanks to everyone who responded, I really do appreciate it. I am working on getting an editor. Don't worry it's going to get better. Again thanks a lot for allowing me to share my story with you.
100 Years in Purgatory Ch. 07	6,280	4.56	1,853,923	[ "younger woman", "purgatory", "fantasy", "old man", "mature" ]	Greetings one and all, I'm JT, short for Jon Thomas. I'm over 150 years old. As a mortal I worked for enterprising ladies who sought to sell their most personal and private possession. I would coordinate, facilitate and if necessary intimidate on these ladies behalf. I worked the streets in London England, in Brothels of the old American west, and finally in a 20th Century Cat-house in a southern state in America, where my life ended abruptly due to three gunshot wounds to my upper torso. I thought of myself as a personal assistant. Unfortunately, when I arrived at the pearly gates Saint Peter called me a pimp and sent me to purgatory. I've been here since that day, trying to redeem myself for having taken advantage of these poor delicate flowers and earn my way into heaven. I have served as a protector for sexually adventurous women, ensuring that they are kept safe while they seek to satisfy their carnal cravings. Saint Peter finally declared that I'd been cleansed and purified and recommended me for admittance to heaven. I didn't last a week up there due to the fact that I was bored out of my mind. The almighty doesn't allow smoking, drinking hard liquor, swearing, gambling, wanton women, or anything else that I'd consider fun to take place. As a result I keep a cloud in purgatory so I can hang out with other people like me. That said, if you like good clean fun, heaven is a great place to visit. I recently returned from a weekend of rest and relaxation up there. I spent my time laying on a nude beach drinking wine and chatting with this old guy named Charlie, about how much we wanted to fuck the hot female angels that were sunning themselves. Don't get excited, all we could do was look at them. Erections aren't allowed up there. Anyways, Charlie said, "I had this hot piece of ass down on earth that's as gorgeous as any of these angels. Not only that, she was half my age, submissive, and she gave great head. I'd do anything to get together with her one more time." I told him that I was sort of a fixer for Saint Peter, and I sometimes return to earth. I then suggested that it could be possible for him to spend some time with his former girlfriend again if he was willing to come visit me in purgatory. Then I explained the process, I said, "Once I find out who your old girlfriend is fucking, you can enter his body. You will then be able to experience all of his senses. You can also influence what he says and does. But you're only allowed to make him do or say the right thing. He'll be aware of everything that's going on, even though you'll be in control." I also made it plain that it'd put us both in trouble if Saint Peter or the almighty got wind of what we were doing. Charlie's response was, "If you ain't cheating, you ain't trying." As soon as I was back on my cloud I accessed, OK, I hacked into the almighty's computer and searched the database for Charlie's bio. When I read it I found that everything he said was true. He'd fallen in love at first sight with Gabrielle Acuna, a thirty something that was into much older men. The thing that got my attention was his Certificate of Demise document. It read, "Charles 'Charlie' Tuna expired due to asphyxiation while eating pussy. He was unable to free himself from his girlfriend Gabrielle 'Gabie' Acuna's vice like grip, when she grasped his head with her hands and clamped her skull crushing thighs against his ears. She then held his face in the meaty folds of her hairy womanhood until she came. By the time she released him he was gone." I then used the big guy's computer to tune into live audio and video of Charlie's former girlfriend down on earth. She was walking out of work on her way to the parking lot when she smiled big and waved at both of the men who were checking her out, though she was focused on the older one. Someone named Bobby Ray was looking at her through the window of the security guard's shack. He shook his head and smiled with one side of his mouth as he watched Gabie walk toward him. Once I saw their reaction to each other I called up is bio. It said, "Bobby Ray Johnson is a well preserved older man whose laid-back confidence is intriguing to many women, and surprisingly appealing to younger ones. He is considered to be an O G. Meaning his street cred is at a level where others believe he is as cool as he believes he is." That sounded a lot like a description of me. Suddenly I liked him. Then I read more about him and saw that he had a problem. He still had swag, but his case of erectile dysfunction kept him from sealing the deal with women like he used to. When I looked at them again, Gabie had added a little extra umph to the sway of her hips knowing his eyes were glued to her ass once she passed by him. Her snug fitting pencil dress showed off her curvy ass perfectly. Bobby Ray was now studying the outline of her panties. Not that I blame him because she is definitely fine. He then looked to his right at his co-worker Marvin and said. "I love how part of her booty cheeks are hanging out of her draws. What style panties do you think she's wearing, bikinis or hipsters?" Marvin had a blank look on his face. "I don't know anything about women's underclothes," he responded. "But whatever kind Gabie is wearing, they aren't big enough for all of that ass of hers, that's for sure." OK, so at that point I knew she liked older men, and he had a high opinion of her ass. But I needed Bobby Ray to say he wanted to fuck her, and I needed her to say she wanted to give him some poontang. That way I'd have a valid excuse to tell Saint Peter, if I got pinched while meddling in their lives. I'd be able to say to him, "I'm giving Bobby Ray the ability to do something he otherwise wouldn't have been able to do. And I'm making it possible for Gabie to get some dick that she wanted." In order to get Bobby Ray to talk, I decided to inhabit his sidekick Marvin's body for a few minutes. A moment later as I entered his body through his backdoor he yelped and said, "Holy shit, what was that?" He put his hand over his pucker, then looked to his left, his right, and behind him. Obviously he was confused by whatever had just happened to him. I'll admit I enjoyed his reaction. After he somewhat regrouped, I directed him to bump fists with Bobby Ray before saying, "She sure is pretty with her big boned self. I wouldn't mind tapping that. Do you think anybody is hitting it?" Bobby Ray poked out his bottom lip, as though doing that helped him think. He then looked into my eyes, well technically they were Marvin's eyes, regardless, he was very serious when he said, "She's fine and she knows it, man. But the thing I like most about her is she's as friendly and down to earth as she is fine." He then twisted his mouth to one side before he kept speaking, "I wouldn't be surprised if she's not getting dick at all. She's too slick to let a pussy hound talk her out of her draws with sweet-talk. Unfortunately for her, the kind of man she wants is already married, or he's already got more pussy available to him than he can handle." After thinking about it for a second I had Marvin nod his head in agreement, then say, "Hm, I'd drop one of my girls for a minute if I could get some of that though." Bobby Ray scoffed at the possibility of Marvin pulling her. "Shit, I don't think you'd be willing to put in the time it would take to get into her panties," he opined. "You'd have to earn her trust first, and a pussy hound like you doesn't have time for that. It takes an O G like me to get in her draws." They bumped fists again and the conversation died off, but Bobby Ray had a wistful look on his face. So I read his thoughts. "If my dick still worked like it used to, I'd tear that pussy of hers out the frame," was what he was thinking. That was close enough to him saying he wanted to get it on with her. At that time I made my decision to go back to heaven and get Charlie. \~ Charlie applied for a temporary pass to come visit me in purgatory, which earned him a strange look from the clerk as you would expect. I don't think they get a lot of request for an average everyday angel wanting to leave heaven. About an hour later Charlie was on my cloud with me, watching as Gabie opened the front door to her place. We saw her thoughts as well as watched her actions as she stood in front of her full length mirror. She was fantasizing that Bobby Ray was watching her throughout the scene that unfolded during the next little while. When she stepped out of her dress I said to Charlie, "Her bio says she's five feet ten and one hundred and seventy five pounds, but it doesn't say what the measurements of her hourglass figure are. I'm guessing its 40-30-40. What do you think they are?" Charlie smirked and smiled before he responded, "Her big titties are triple-d if I remember correctly, but I'm afraid I can't help you with her measurements," he said. I laughed before I made a wisecrack saying, "That must have been one powerful bra she was wearing, for it to be able to hold them so high on her chest. The thing I really like though, is her flat stomach and small waistline, along with her big ass and thick thighs." She looked at herself in her bra and panties, before tossing her big bra onto her bed. Then she massaged her huge titties, while also twisting and pulling her nipples. She even moaned and talked to them. "You girls have needed that all day haven't you? Y'all are such attention whores, getting hard when men look at you," she said. When I looked at Charlie he chuckled and said, "She likes sex." She then looked down at the bulge she made in her panties, and this time I had a goofy looking grin on my face. "She sure has a fat cat down there," I said. When she grasped her lower lips between her thumb and forefinger and gave them a squeeze, I absent-mindedly stroked my cock a few times before I realized it. I was sweating bullets by the time she turned her big ass to the mirror and squeezed one ass cheek and then the other, while she looked over her shoulder and smiled at her reflection. "Men love you girl," she said to her ass. "They want to cup you and caress you, kiss and bite you. Some of them even want to stick their dick in you." Her nasty talk made her giggle. She then slid off her undies and revealed the dense hair on her mons and the thickness of her outer labia. I almost shot my wad when she brought them to her nose to sniff them. Charlie was grinning from ear to ear. Normally, sniffing panties isn't my thing, but I wanted to take a whiff of them. Fortunately for me I wasn't in a position to act on that impulse. I forgot all about it when she laid on her bed and spread her legs wide, completely exposing her pussy. What a beautiful sight it was. Her nest of dark curly pubic hair surrounded a large clit and thick set of pussylips that were slightly parted due to her arousal. As a result the pink flesh just inside the opening to her vagina was clearly visible. She used her vibe on her little man in the boat, while routing around in her pink pussy with her fingers to get herself off quickly. After she was done she took one more look at her naked body in the mirror before heading into the bathroom to wash her coochie. At that point, I shutoff the monitor. \~ The next morning Marvin and Bobby Ray were manning their usual girl watching post when I looked at Charlie and laughed. "What a pair of pervs they are. They're as bad as you and me," I said. Just then Gabie arrived for work. She smiled her biggest smile at Bobby Ray and Marvin on the way to her office. "Hm, my favorite man is looking at me first thing this morning," she thought. I'll bet his morning wood came back as soon as he saw my ass." After reading her thoughts I knew it was now time for Charlie to occupy Bobby Ray's body. "All you have to do is choose an orifice as the entry point you will use to enter him," I explained. "It could be an eye, a nostril, his mouth, an ear or his bunghole. Once you've chosen the portal, you simply need to visualize yourself inside of him." When Gabie was walking by the guard shack's window at lunchtime, Charlie instigated Bobby Ray getting her attention. A moment later she walked into his office and lit up the room with her smile. "Hey mister, how are you?" she asked, before biting her bottom lip. "I'm alright, Ms Acuna," responded Bobby Ray, while taking in every inch of her ample frame. "Are you having a good day so far?" he asked as he stood, then reached across his desk to shake her hand. His gesture made her giggle, as she grasped his hand firmly and held it for a moment. Charlie could sense Bobby Ray's arousal even though his cock didn't get all the way hard. Even at half mast his pole had caused an impressive tent in his pants. Gabie's gaze was drawn to the bulge in his crotch like a moth to a flame. After looking at his growing cock for a moment, she bit her bottom lip and responded. "Yes sir. In fact it's getting even better. How's yours?" she asked in a suggestive manner. Bobby Ray's eyes followed hers down to his bulge. He then looked at her again and was about to speak when Charlie took control. He knew exactly how to approach her. "Look here girl, I don't mean any harm, so please don't take this the wrong way. But I think you're fine as cat hair, and, ah rah, I want to lick you from head to toe. Perhaps we can talk about it over dinner at Mary's Pub after work on Friday evening." Gabie's eyes sparkled like stars in a summer night's sky. She used to love it when Charlie was aggressive like that, and she liked hearing it coming from Bobby Ray. She inhaled deeply, then exhaled before she responded. "Hm, that sounds interesting. You have a date," she said, then bit her bottom lip before continuing. "There is a lot of me to lick. It could take you all night to do that. Now please excuse me, I have to go pickup my lunch. We'll talk later about Friday evening." Once she left the office, Charlie exited Bobby Ray's body then smiled at me. \~ Friday morning, Bobby Ray and Marvin were in their usual spots ready to watch the parade of women walking into the building. There were all sizes, shapes, and hues, but none were finer than the curves of Gabie Acuna. She walked by the guard shack with a glance, a wave, and a smile directed at them. At lunchtime Gabie stopped by Bobby Ray's office to plan the date. They agreed to take separate cars to eliminate any awkwardness at the end of the evening. Gabie could hardly contain her emotions as they talked. She had begun to think that perhaps Bobby Ray thought she was too young for him, but at long last she'd gotten his attention. She couldn't believe she'd be meeting him after work, and regardless of what they agreed upon, she was anticipating fucking him before the night was over. Charlie and I were waiting for them at the pub. I explained to him that I wanted him to help Bobby Ray talk openly about his problem with his dick. Maybe we could help him come to grips with his situation. If it didn't work Charlie could still take charge and get Gabie into bed. Charlie assured me that Gabie would know what to do if Bobby Ray confided in her. At seven p m they arrived. Charlie entered Bobby Ray while he and Gabie were being seated on the patio. Gabie ordered iced tea and Bobby Ray ordered a glass of cold milk per Charlie's instruction. "There was a time I would have taken a double shot of scotch in this glass of milk," Bobby Ray reminisced, even though that was something he'd actually never done. But of course, Charlie had. Gabie raised an eyebrow when memories of Charlie pouring a double shot of good scotch into a glass of milk flashed before her. "Why did you stop doing that?" she asked, with a hint of emotion. "I don't need anything working against my erection at this point in my life," he replied, though he didn't understand why he was being so open. "My dick still works but...," he started to say. "Aw, it's OK, I understand," she responded, in a comforting manner. "That's exactly what Charlie used to say," she thought. "My late companion used to pop E D pills like breath mints and he never had a problem keeping it up," she added. "As a matter of fact I still have his old ones." "I've heard about those too," Bobby Ray replied. "But I don't want to talk with anybody about my problems with my dick either not getting hard or not staying hard. As a matter of fact I don't know why I'm talking about it with you right now." At that point I had Charlie back off and let Bobby Ray be himself. I wanted to see what he'd say now that Charlie had caused him to admit that his once proud pecker no longer performed at its peak. Bobby Ray suddenly felt more like his old self, but now he had a decision to make. He'd been aware of the things he'd said, and now he could try to walk it back or go for it. Being the O G he is he went for it. "So tell me," he said. "Knowing what you know about older men, why do you like fucking them?" "I've been interested in grown men since I was a teenager, and my daddy's friends would look at me like a pack of wolves look at their prey," she answered honestly. "I never forgot how it made me feel inside, but I was intimidated by y'all throughout my teens and twenties. I doubted that anyone your age would pay any attention to me, since in my mind older men knew so much about life, and I knew so little." Once I was in my thirties I was no longer intimidated, but I didn't offer it to anyone your age, and nobody asked me until Charlie did. Just then the server stopped by to deliver their food. A Salad with grilled shrimp for her, and a lobster tail with a baked potato for him. "You're not eating very much," he observed. "I like to graze," she said with a giggle. "It's still early." "At least you're honest and not trying to pretend that's all you're going to eat tonight," he said admiring her comfort with herself. "I didn't get these big titties and this huge ass by not eating," she said with a laugh. Bobby Ray laughed out loud at her honesty. "I definitely don't want you to lose any of that big fine ass," he said with a smirk. "You like my ass Huh?" she questioned. "If you've seen one ass, you've seen them all haven't you?" "I'll let you know once I've seen yours," he replied. After Bobby Ray paid for the food, and Gabie left the tip, they walked to their cars together. When they reached hers, Gabie paused for a moment before giving Bobby Ray a peck on the lips. "If you agree to take a couple of Charlie's E D pills I'll let you follow me home, and you can evaluate my ass," she said as she climbed into her car. Bobby Ray had already planned to ask her if she'd share her boyfriend's dick hardening pills with him, so he quickly said, "You have a deal." \~ A half hour later they were at hers. I crammed myself into the body of a fly and flew into her place when she opened the door to go inside. You guessed it; I wanted to assume my favorite position for watching. But it was also more than that, not only did I want to see everything; I wanted to smell the musk from the heat in their loins. What better creature to accomplish that than a fly? They got down to business as soon as they got situated. I could feel my fly cock already becoming erect as I perched on a wall watching her undress. When she tossed her clothes on a chair it just so happened that her panties were lying on top of the pile with the panel exposed. As a fly I could smell a mix of her body wash, a hint of her perfume, the residue from a few trips to the potty, her natural musk, and the evidence of arousal on the gusset of her panties. God almighty did I ever want to light on those draws and drop a load of eggs on them. Unfortunately I had to refrain from doing that, as it would have put the life of the fly in jeopardy in an effort to get a cheap thrill. "What the hell is it with me and this sudden urge to sniff dirty panties?" I asked myself. Fortunately I was brought out of my haze by the sight of Gabie and Bobby Ray's nude bodies entwined as they laid on her bed kissing and caressing each other. Gabie had given Bobby Ray two E D pills and a glass of Charlie's favorite wine. Bobby Ray was sporting an erection that was as hard as a tax collector's heart. After a few moments Gabie broke their embrace to admire the cock she'd been stroking. She shook her head and whistled as she took a moment to admire its dimensions. It was easily eight inches long by two and a quarter inches thick. "Bobby Ray and Charlie are alike in a lot a ways, but the size of their penis isn't one of them," thought Gabie. After admiring his member for a bit she rose up on her knees. Now he was lying on his back with Gabie kneeling beside his waist. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, then leaned forward close enough to his cock to swirl her tongue around its head. After pleasuring the crown, she put as much of it in her mouth as she could. She sucked on it for a minute or two before slapping her face with it. She then rubbed it's head on each of her nipples before laying on her back, spreading her legs wide, and pulling Bobby Ray on top of her. Charlie might not have had a cock the size of Bobby Ray's schlong, but he knew how Gabie liked to be fucked. So he had Bobby Ray grasp his shaft in his hand and slide the tip of it back and forth along her slit. He mixed in kisses and caresses to her mouth, face neck, and breast until he worked her up to the point she was trembling with anticipation. He then placed the big mushroom head at the entrance to her vagina then jammed it into her pussy to the hilt, in one dominant thrust. She loved the sensation she received from his sudden intrusion into her nappy dugout. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was open, and she panted each time Charlie directed Bobby Ray to pound into her. While he was fucking her pussy hard and fast the way she liked it, I was using a couple of my fly hands to vigorously stroke my fly cock. The stretching of her folds by Bobby Ray's thickness had Gabie hollering and crying out in ecstasy. She was throwing her pussy back at him as he plowed into her. The combination of Bobby Ray's big dick and Charlie's knowledge of her body soon brought her to her first cock induced mind blowing orgasm since Charlie departed from the earth. Her wails of satisfaction and her thrashing about when she came, set Bobby Ray off. He really hammered that thing of hers hard and fast for a moment before his eyes rolled back, his jaw clenched, and his body went rigid as his cock spewed forth the molten lava from his loins as he busted his own nut. My fly cock shot its own load of jizz a split second later. With his passion spent Bobby Ray plopped down on top of Gabie before rolling onto the bed beside her. Charlie then departed from his body. He and I then returned to my cloud having accomplished our original goal of getting Charlie one more run at Gabie. It just so happened that we had also done a good thing for two good people.
Mature Madness	232,497	4.51	45,422	[ "soapy cock", "wall stall", "shower stalls", "stuff asked", "asked cock", "bottom pool", "stall wall", "pulled trunks", "reached front", "cock worked" ]	Like the others, this incident also happened some years ago. I was quite bored at the time, and used to go to a local club after college for swimming, working out, and an occasional wank in the showers. Sometimes even a wank in the swimming pool when no one was around or looking. The advantage of going in the afternoons was that there were not too many people around as it was very hot outside, and most people came to the pool area after 5 p.m. I would normally be in the club from 2 p.m onwards, work out and then hit the pool. On this particular day, a much older man was there in the changing room. I had seen him on previous afternoons as well. He was maybe 45-50 years old. He seemed quite fit for his age, had a nice tan, and decent muscles, although a little heavy around the stomach area and very hairy. He nodded as I walked in and I nodded back. He was changing out of his clothes and into his swimwear. As I sat to remove my shoes and socks, he removed his underwear to reveal his really thick hot prick. This was not uncommon, considering it was the men's changing room and a lot of men did just that. But seeing this smooth fat cock, dangling a few feet from me, really turned me on. He walked naked to one of the stalls and stood to take a piss in one of the urinals. My eyes were glued to his hairy back and ass as he stood there taking his piss. I really wished I was standing next to him to see the piss gush out of his penis. I was somewhat lost in my thoughts when he turned around and saw me staring at him. He smiled and walked back towards me. I quickly looked down and busied myself with my stuff. Shit, I thought, that was really stupid of me. This guy must think I'm some sort of sick pervert, staring at him pissing. "So, are you coming out?" he asked, "yes" I replied. "in a minute." My voice was somewhat shaky. He slipped on his swim trunks and walked out to the pool area. I got on my swim trunks as well but stood near the urinal for a bit and stroked it thinking about this man's hot cock. I wanted to just take him in my mouth and suck him. When I came out of the room, he was already in the pool and was doing his laps. I dived in as well, and swam for a few minutes. Then I got out and lay down on one of the pool chairs with my shades on. After a while, the man got out as well and came up to me, and asked if he could use the chair next to mine. I shrugged my shoulders and said "sure." We got to talking about stuff. He asked me about what I did, where I studied, just general stuff, and I asked him about himself. As it turned out he was married and divorced, had his own business, and had a lazy, no strings attached sort of lifestyle. That day, I had the most intense wank in the showers thinking about his body and his cock. The next two days I was looking forward to maybe seeing him naked again, but the opportunity just never presented itself as we always seemed to miss each other in the changing room. Then on the third day it happened. We were sitting and chatting by the pool, and there was no one else around. We were just talking mostly general stuff, when he told me "I want to ask you a personal question and I would like an honest answer." I was a little taken aback, and asked what it was. "Did you like looking at my cock?" he said very calmly looking me straight in the eyes. Shit, I thought, a little embarrassed. "Ummm, well...you were just standing there and it was just...umm...dangling there...I was just looking in that direction." "That's not what I asked, I want to know whether you liked looking at my cock and my balls, did you get turned on seeing me pee?" he asked again. "Umm...no I...was just looking." I was stammering like crazy not quite understanding what he was getting at. Was he trying to humiliate me for the other day, or was he trying to gauge my reaction. I was probably blushing and hoped he would not make a big deal of it, or tell anyone, but he had been quite friendly the past few days, so I did not think so. "Do you want to see it again?" he asked. Fuck yeah, I thought, the little hairs on my neck standing on edge. Was he coming onto me in this extremely public place? I let out a nervous "yes" and he said, "you first." Hunh...I thought. "You first, I want to see your cock, right here, right now, take it out and show it to me." "But anyone can walk in and see us here" I said, thinking he was insane. "Just slip it out to the side for a few seconds and let me see it" he said. He was sitting on his chair sideways, facing me, and his hand began to stroke my inner thigh. I spread my legs a bit to allow him more access. "Come on, before someone comes, come on, I can see it wants to come out." Sure enough, my cock was straining against my trunks to come out. Looking around, I tugged at the elastic and worked my trunks down slightly around my balls. "You have a very nice cock, really nice" his hand moved slowly over my thighs and onto the head of my cock. I was looking hard at the entrance to see if anyone was there. He continued to stroke my cock for what seemed like an eternity. I was feeling very nervous as we were completely out in the open. "Please stop, someone might see us" I said. "Okay, but I want to see your ass, show me your ass." "How?," I asked. He told me to get up, which I did, and he threw my towel onto the grass next to the chair. "Turn around, and slip your shorts off over your ass, if someone comes just pretend you are picking up the towel. They won't be able to see your backside. Hurry up before someone comes." I was on my hands and knees with my ass raised up facing him. I pulled my trunks down over my cheeks baring them to him. "These are sooooo nice and soft," his hand was stretched out squeezing my asscheeks. "Spread it for me, baby, I want to look inside your hole." Him talking dirty was really turning me on, and I knew he was getting very turned on looking at me like this. I reached back and spread my cheeks as wide as I could, exposing my bunghole to him. He squeezed them for a minute or so, running his fingers over my ass crack. He then told me to turn around again. I was wondering what we were going to do next as we both were really turned on. "Lets get into the pool," he said. So, there we were in a far corner of the pool, his hands feeling me up all over. At least this was safer, as we were almost chest deep in water, and no one coming in could immediately see us below chest level. "Okay, well, a promise is a promise, here it comes," he said, and pulled his trunks all the way down his legs and off. His cock had grown to almost 7-8 inches, and looked like it was ready to take off. He took my hand and placed it on his manhood. "Stroke it baby, yeah, make it feel good," he moaned as my hands moved back and forth over his cock. His hands reached for my trunks and pulled them off as well. I was not quick enough to catch them though and they fell to the bottom of the pool. "Leave them" he said, "no ones here anyway." He grasped my cock firmly and we both began a mutual jerk off. He jerked away madly at my cock, and I knew I would not last long. "I'm cumming, please, I'm cumming," I gasped, as I could feel my cock ready to shoot my load. "Cum," he whispered, "shoot your cum for me" I strained and shuddered as I felt my balls unload sperm and shoot it all over. The droplets of sperm were floating all around us. My heart was throbbing and my knees felt as if they had lifted a ton. "Oh fuck" I moaned as he came near and kissed me really hard on the lips. He began to grind his groin hard between my legs. "Bite my nipples," he commanded, drawing my face closer to his hairy chest. "Suck them for me, suck" He positioned me against the pool wall, and then stood with his back to me. I was pulling at his nipple with one hand and stroking him off with the other. He let out a really loud grunt and stiffened up. I knew he was cumming. Buckling back against me, his sperm started flowing out from his cock and onto the surface of the pool. "Haaaaaaaa," he moaned as his hips moved back and forth releasing his sperm. We stood still for a moment taking in what we had just done. We were both drained and the sexual frustration had somewhat subsided, or so I though. The whole sexual encounter had barely been 10-15 minutes, but seemed like a maddening eternity. I swam to the bottom of the pool, and scooped up my trunks, wondering what was next. Just then some people walked into the pool area and into the changing rooms. "Whew, not a minute too soon" he said. "So what made you think I would go for it?" I asked, still a little dazed. "Well, I saw you stare at me while I was nude and then you had this guilty flushed look on your face. I was quite sure you were interested. When I asked you, if you had replied differently, I would probably have scolded you a bit, and left it at that." We remained in the pool for a while talking about what we could do next, maybe the following day, and how to meet and stuff. In the meanwhile, the pool was starting to fill up a bit, so we got out and headed for the changing room. We walked in and noticed no one was there. He caught me firmly and started rubbing his body against mine, grinding his cock against mine, through our respective swimwear. We were again in heat. I stroked his cock through his trunks, while he moved mine slightly to the side and squeezed my ass. He brought his hand up to my face and pushed two fingers into my mouth. "Suck them hard and well, they're going into your ass." Well lubricated, his hand moved around my waist and onto my ass. Pulling the trunks slightly sideways, he worked his finger up my bumhole. I was moaning as a mixture of pain and pleasure came over me. "I want to fuck you, I want to put my cock in your filthy fucking hole, I want to cum all over you" he was breathing very heavily. He shoved me into one of the shower stalls and yanked off my trunks. I yanked off his. We were both standing completely naked staring wildly at each other. The shower stalls, although quite private and locked, did have an opening of about a foot at the top and bottom. Anyone, bending to pick something up outside, or someone who was over 6 ft tall could probably look in if they wanted to. But at this point, we were so horny that we did not think much of it. He told me that if someone comes, he would turn on the shower and I should go closer to the inner wall of the stall, so no one could see my feet. "Okay, great." I reached in front and grabbed his nipples, running my hands over his hairy body. "Oh yeaaaasssss" he moaned, thrusting his cock, back and forth. Bending at the knees, I reached down and ran my tongue along the length of his cock before putting it in my mouth. "Oooooooh" he moaned "that feels so good in your fucking mouth, suck it you little cunt." He was thrusting back and forth madly, holding my mouth wide open with his fingers and pushing his cock all the way in. His cock tasted of sperm and of chlorine from the pool. I could taste his oozing precum slowly dripping out of his pisshole, and onto my tongue. It felt really hot and intoxicating. I wanted him to cum in my mouth. At this point, we heard someone walk in, and both of us stiffened up. The guy was whistling somewhat aimlessly as he sat to change into his swim gear. "Shit," I thought, "I hope we don't get caught." Considering the amount of people I knew at the club, that would be very embarrassing. We turned on the shower and I stood a little further back in the stall. We were both cursing this guy for walking in and breaking our sex up. We quickly started to soap ourselves, and I thought we were done, as more people would probably come in soon. There was a plastic stool in the stall which was about 2 feet high, probably kept there for older people who wished to shower sitting down. Picking it up and placing it near the rear wall of the stall, he made me sit on it, resting my head and shoulders against the stall wall. This was not very comfortable but I could not protest at this point. He spread my legs, and bending down, angled a soapy finger up my ass. With his other hand he stroked my hard cock back and forth. Then rubbing some more soap on my asshole and on his cock, he raised my legs over his shoulders, and slipped himself into my ass. "Please...do it slowly" I pleaded as his cock worked its way up my ass. I tried pushing against him with my hands, but that did not work. "Unhhh" he grunted, as he quickened his pace in and out of my soapy bunghole. Looking at my feet dangling around his shoulders, his hard cock and his soapy balls slapping against my ass, and his tongue in my mouth made me feel so fucking horny. "Fuck me" I whispered, "please fuck my ass, haaaaarrrrd" I moaned as his cock pounded in and out of my ass. "Pleeeeeaaasssseeee fuck me." Although I was enjoying this, the plastic stool was creaking below me too much, and we were making too much noise. The noise from the shower was also distracting us, and we could not tell whether the guy was still there or had gone out. Pulling his cock out of my ass, he said he was going to just peek outside. I straightened up off the stool and stood behind the door, as he opened in slightly. "He's gone, but we better be quick" he said, beckoning me to stand against the stall wall with one leg on the stool. We shut the shower off, and after re-soaping his cock he shoved it back in me. Unfortunately, he could not do much in this position. So, he sat down on the stool, and I worked my way onto his cock with my back to him. This felt really delicious as I was able to control how much of him I wanted in me. He reached in front and was stroking my nipples, chest and stomach with his soapy hand. His other hand stroked my cock. His one hand was now firmly on my stomach and his finger pressed hard against my belly button. This was making me horny as hell. I felt like a complete slut fucked in a bathroom, by someone at least twice my age. I could feel his pace quicken as his cock pushed harder and faster in my ass. "I'm going to cum" he rasped, as he lifted me up and bent me over against the stall door. Still fucking me from behind, his body tensed up hard as he rammed his last few strokes in me. I was so horny, I wanted to taste him. Turning around, I got off his soapy cock and worked it into my mouth. He was thrusting madly and the soap was making his cock very slippery. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" he moaned as he shot his load in my mouth. "Suck it you little slut, suck my semen, eat it." He was breathing very heavily and his stomach and chest were heaving back and forth as he worked his semen covered cock in my mouth. I sucked on him for a few seconds till his limp soapy cock pulled out. His salty sperm was running down my throat and some of it down my face and mouth. "Ohhhhh that was amazing" he said wiping off some of his man goo off my chin and rubbing it over me. "You are so fucking nasty, fuck." At this point, we agreed that we had already taken too much of a risk, and looking around, I quickly stepped out of our stall and hopped into another. Feeling a bit of relief that it was over and there was no more risk, I ran my hands all over myself and my cock and had an amazing cum. We were now showered and dressed and walked out of the changing room separately so as not to arouse suspicion. We then agreed to meet the next day, same time, same place. Going back home, I had my third wank of the day, thinking about Mr. Mature and his fat prick. I surely was looking forward to tomorrow. To be continued in Part 2.
Hotel Shower Ch. 02	148,411	4.61	121,195	[ "knees chin", "cock flat", "lube asshole", "bent cock", "gently tugging", "filled warm", "belly chest", "widest part", "gently push", "ass gently" ]	I stood in the hot stream of water for what seemed like an eternity, relaxing and reflecting on the amazing feelings that had just jolted my body. I guess I’m an official bisexual now. Or just a plain old sexual. Fuck labels. I smiled as I rinsed the last of the soap from my body. I was in a hurry to get up to my room and meet my new friend in his room a little later. Jesus, my cock was getting hard again already just thinking about what had just had happened and what might be in store. I dressed quickly, and hurried to my room. Once there, I cracked open a bourbon from the mini-bar (here’s to losing my virginity for the second time in my life!) and thought perhaps I should pay a short visit to the bathroom. If things went as far as I was hoping, I should make sure I was, well, empty and clean if you know what I mean. "Hello, room service? Please send an enema up to room 273, and please hurry!" I thought. That would give that poor sleepy guy behind the front desk something to tell his friends tomorrow. No, I thought I’d just try to let nature run its course and hope for the best. It had been 30 years since my last enema anyway. So there I sat on the toilet, taking a shit and maintaining a glorious erection simultaneously. And I was so turned on. I spread my feet as far apart as I could, keeping them flat on the cold tile floor. I gently yanked and squeezed my erection while pushing today’s lunch out at the same time. Disgusting, I know, but it felt really, really good. I made sure not to come; I wanted to save that for later. I finished up on the toilet, cleaned myself thoroughly, and put some fresh clothes on, awkwardly tucking my hard-on into my pants. I went up to his floor and found his room. My heart was beating a mile a minute and my stomach had some serious butterflies. I felt like I was out on my first date. I knocked on the door and waited. He opened the door just enough for me to slip in. "Hello, I’m glad you decided to come, I think we’ll have some fun this evening," he said in a soft, gentle tone. " I very much enjoyed our shower earlier." "I did too," I replied. He was only wearing one of those white terrycloth robes provided by the hotel, tied around the waist. A large tent in front revealed his excitement. "For the rest of the evening, I’d like you to do as I instruct. I think that’s what you want, I’d like to give you what you want, and you don’t have anything to be afraid of," he said with a warm gentle smile as he put his hand on my shoulder. " I also understand you’re married and have someone who loves you at home. This can be our secret, or if your marriage is such that you can share this experience with your wife please do. I just don’t want you to feel like you’ve done anything wrong, and if you begin to feel that way, we will stop immediately. Am I clear?" "Yes," was all I needed to say. "Very well then," he responded. "Please take off all of your clothes, fold them and place them in the chair there." As I undressed, he untied his robe and let it fall to the floor. I guess he wasn’t going to fold it. He sat down on the edge of the bed, legs generously spread apart, watching me undress intently. He was gently tugging at his own cock as I continued to undress. I finished, and stood before him with my hands at my side, cock fully erect and twitching. "Come over here and sit down next to me," he said. I sat beside him, our thighs pressed together. He put his hand again on my back, tracing circles with firm pressure, rubbing from my lower back to my neck. "Lie down please," he said as he gently pushed on my chest. I lay down on my back with my feet still on the floor, my cock pointing straight to the ceiling. He reached into a travel bag on the night sand and removed a tube of what I assumed to be lube. "Please lift your legs up and hold your knees under your chin," he instructed. I did exactly as he asked, exposing my asshole to what I knew was coming. He squeezed a generous amount of lube into the fingertips of his left hand and placed the tube down on the bedside table. With his right hand he grabbed my balls and pulled them up and to the side, holding them there firmly. With his left, he smeared the big dollop of lube onto my asshole and all around my ass. He began giving me the same treatment he had given me earlier in the shower, dragging his slippery finger from my tailbone to my scrotum, allowing it to dip into my ass with each pass. Again, after a few minutes of this, he eventually sank one finger deep into me. It was cold and I gasped. "Let me know if anything hurts," he said. I nodded as he worked the finger in and out, and around in circles. His other hand now grasped both my balls and my cock rather tightly, firmly tugging and pulling up towards the ceiling. He released my balls from his grip, moving the palm of his hand up to grasp the shaft of my cock. He would stretch me tight, pulling the skin of my uncircumcised cock up over its head, hold that position for a couple of seconds. He would then bend my cock up flat on my stomach, then hold it there for a couple of seconds. Then he would quickly bend it town towards my knees, almost a full 180 degrees, until it felt like it was going to break off. He kept up this series of manipulations for quite a while, the whole time keeping a warm finger deep up my ass, sliding it slowly in and out and moving it around in circles. After a few minutes of working me like this, he slipped his finger out and bent my cock up flat on my stomach. "Keep you knees up, he said. He reached in his overnight bag, and removed a black rubbery butt plug. He squeezed another big glob of lube into his hand and coated the plug with it. "I’m going to ease this into you. I will do it very slowly, and it will feel very good up until we get to the widest part. It might hurt for just a second, but after the biggest part passes your anus, any pain will go away and you’ll begin to get used to the feeling. Ready?" He put the tip at my ass and began to ease it in and out, and just as he said, when the widest part stretched my ass, a sharp pain stuck me. I gasped again, clinching my teeth, but just as soon as the pain came it began to dissipate. The plug was in and he was gently tugging at its base. I felt completely filled and warm. "Now stand up and face me, "he said. I stood facing him, arms again at my side, with the plug stuffing my ass. I had to stand with my legs slightly apart to accommodate my visitor. The feeling of being so filled was amazing. He sat on the edge of the bed with his legs slightly spread, his own cock hard and twitching. "I want you to kneel down in front of me, between my legs, and give me a blow job. I am not going to give you any instructions, I want you to just do what feels natural." I proceeded to kneel down and do as instructed. I dove in, grasped his hard cock, and sucked its plump purplish head into my wet mouth. I gently tugged and milked his shaft with one hand, massaged his balls with the other, slurped, sucked, and licked all around the head of his cock. He was beginning to leak pre-cum – it tasted musky, salty, and quite frankly kind of gross. I guess I’m not a cum-eater. His breathing became deeper and he let out a couple of soft moans. I tried to take as much of his cock into my mouth as I could; it was almost too wide and almost made me gag. Every couple of pulls I bent his cock up on his stomach and gave his balls a good wet lapping, gently nibbling his scrotum and sucking each individual ball into my mouth. "Ahh, very nice," he said after what seemed like an eternity. My mouth was a getting a little sore, but I continued, wanting to please him as best I could. I had almost forgotten about the plug up my ass – it was feeling very comfortable by this point – I was only aware of its filling presence when I shifted weight between legs. "You had better stop now before I cum," he said when I increased the pace of my jerking. "Why don’t we trade positions now. Please sit where I am, lie down on your back, and pull your knees up to your chin like you did before." I did as instructed, pulling my knees up on my chest and waiting for what was to come next. He stood before me with an enormously erect penis – it was shiny and slick from my saliva and a couple of big swollen veins wrapped it. He reached into his bag, pulled out a condom, and put it on. He then picked up the tube of lube and turned to me. He grabbed the end of the black rubber plug in my ass, gently pulled at it, and instructed me to gently push. It popped right out with a squishy sound, he placed it on the bed next to me. "Keep your legs up," he said. He proceeded to smear another generous dollop of lube on my asshole, dipping his fingertips into me with each pass just as he had done in the shower. Next he smeared the tip of his cock with lube, faced me standing, and placed the head of his cock on my asshole. "I’m going to very gently push, and I need you to concentrate on relaxing your ass.," he said in a very calm voice. When I first push in, there will probably be a sharp pain, just like the plug, but it will pass shortly. Are you ready?" No sooner had I signaled my approval with a quick nod, he began to push. Nothing, nothing, nothing, then, BAM! Just as he had said, a sharp pain exploded as the head of his cock popped in. I gasped and cringed, feeling like my asshole had been torn. "Relax, relax, the pain will pass," he said in a reassuring tone. And pass it did, almost instantly. I concentrated on relaxing, and I was suddenly filled with a warm tingling sensation all around my ass. I could feel my own cock hardening from the excitement of being fucked for the first time. I sighed and moaned my approval as he continued to slowly push the entire length of his cock into me. When I felt his pubic hair tickling my own balls I knew he was almost all the way in. At this point he slowly began to reverse his trajectory, gently pulling almost entirely out, then slowly easing the entire length of his cock back into my well-lubricated rectum. He fucked me like this for I don’t know how long. As my ass relaxed and got used to his cock’s presence, it glided in and out easier and easier. A couple of times on his back swing he popped entirely out of my ass, only to gently plunge back in without any resistance or pain on my end. He reached down and began to pull at my own cock as his pace increased slightly. "I’m very close to cumming," he grunted as he fucked me at a slightly faster pace. My ass and rectum was so lubed up and slippery, he could pump in and out of me with vigorous, full strokes. I’d never felt anything like it – it was wonderfully warm and filling. He gripped and pulled on my own cock even tighter, tugging it in unison with his thrusts. My own orgasm struck with an intense flash, like knocking your head into a wall, without the gradual intensifying tingle that accompanies most orgasms. My ass and thighs bucked with muscular convulsions as the orgasm blazed, squeezing and milking his cock, as thick and sticky ropes of my warm cum spattered all over my stomach and chest. This must have triggered his orgasm as well, he grunted and pumped hard a couple of times, finally stopping when his pubic hair was once again pressing firmly against my scrotum. I could feel his own cock twitching and throbbing as his condom quickly filled with his warm cum; his breathing was deep and quick, his belly and chest glistened with a layer of perspiration from the workout. He stayed inside me as his cock softened, he rubbed his hands all over my belly and chest, working my own come into my skin. I spent the next couple of hours with him in his room, either on my knees or on my back. I gave him one more blowjob (he came on my face) and he fucked me in the ass two more times – he must have been incredibly turned on to be able to keep going as much as he did. He ended up giving me one blowjob and had me jerk off twice while he sat and watched. I finally went back to my room with a loose, slippery asshole, the hints of yet another hard-on, and a big smile on my face.
Frankie's Story	64,233	4.64	616,176	[ "aunt niece sex", "aunt niece incest", "drama", "tears", "her story" ]	(I would once again like to thank CambriaRose for her editing of this story. There is no sex in this story and I didn't feel the need to put any in it. I placed it here even though it could also go in at least two other categories. At the moment this story is a one off, I simply wrote it to get it out of my head. I reserve the right to add another chapter to it at a later date if or when the urge takes me.) \* Just waking up that morning should have told me enough, the e-mail I got from my niece simply capped off my morning. 'By the time you will have read this I'm sure Mom or Dad would have phoned you to see if I'm there and would have told you what's been going on. I'm ok Uncle Jack, I was at a friend's house for the night cooling off before I come and see you.' I had tried to call her as soon as I had read her mail just as I'm sure she knew that would happen and refuse to pick up. That little bitch can be just as stubborn as me. I suppose that's why we gravitated towards each other. When my brother and his wife got to the point they could no longer control her wild ways, it was left to Shannon and I to take her in and straighten her out. It was my wife who seemed to notice the connection first. When Shannon and I went to see both my brother and Marci at the hospital, we could tell their room from the noise of a screaming baby. The volume increased in decibels as we entered. A very pissed and harassed looking Marci simply handed the crying baby to Shannon who instantly went into mother mode and calmed the baby down some but not by much. My mistake was to let Shannon see me smile at her efforts, that's when she handed Frankie to me and within seconds the child simply stopped crying. Even Marci looked over to see what was going on, both women instantly wanted to know what I had done. All I could do was shrug my shoulders and look at this sweet child, for the first time my niece was in my hands as those cute brown eyes looked back at me. "Your toast Mister, you may not know it but your toast." When I asked Shannon to explain, all she would say was that she looked forward to the next twenty years at how this little girl was going to run rings around me. My wife's prediction seemed to have held some truth. Frankie spent time with us every year over the summer holidays so that my brother and Marci could holiday together. Frankie may not have been a straight-A student and both of her folks always seemed to try to run her life with a rod of iron. But Shannon and I always seemed to be the go to people when Frankie hit a rough patch at school or home, and that's how it seemed to be all through her young life. It just looked like now she had reached adulthood the bonds my brother and his wife had with Frankie were being tested on an almost monthly basis. I phoned them and asked what was going on, only to be told that she was out of control. It was then I lost all semblance of politeness and told Martin to put me on speakerphone. After a short pause I heard the click. "Just what the hell is wrong with you two? How many times do I have to go through this with both you two and Frankie?" It was Marci's turn to speak. "We can't control her anymore, it was bad enough at eighteen but even more so since she turned twenty one, you need to drill into that girl's head and find out what she wants." I sighed; even with Shannon now passed away they both knew I would help. I suppose it would give me something to do since all I'm doing at the moment is having dark thoughts about joining her, and that's not good. Shannon would kill me herself if she ever caught me thinking something remotely as bad as that. "Ok tell me what happened this time? I didn't think you two see much of her anymore now that she moved in with Randy." Marci took control of the conversation from then on. Francine and Randy had another one of their fights where he accused her of cheating on him and she moved back with them. After the 'I told you so' moments were over with she seemed to have settled down once again. "And did she cheat on him?" I just had to interrupt. "Of course not." Marci spat back. I had my doubts but I let her have her moment. Marci then went on to explain that Francine and my brother went over to Randy's, collected her clothes and any other stuff she wanted and moved her back into her old room. Things were fine for the first three months, it was like having their pre-eighteen year old daughter back and then all hell broke loose last night when she blatantly picked a fight with Marci causing a screaming match between them that my brother had to intercede before blood was spilt. This particular aspect of mother and daughter seemed to be a repeat of most of her adult life; it was time to bring things to a head I just wondered if they were both willing to accept the consequences of what I had to do to sort this mess out once and for all. "Marci she's twenty one. She can do what the hell she wants, you know that don't you?" For such a long time there was only silence on the phone, I could only imagine what was going through both their heads, it was then I heard a sniffle and then crying. A shuffling sound and a few mumbled words followed. My brother had obviously moved next to Marci to console her. "Please Jack. You're the only one she will listen to. I know how old she is but she will always be my baby and I need to know she's happy. We all know she isn't and that's hurting me more than the argument we had last night. I'm running out of options, I even suggested we go to therapy together and she damn near screamed the house down." I was sure glad they didn't see me smile at that. "Ok, I want you both to listen to me and listen very carefully. I will get the truth out of her and try my best to sort her out, hell I haven't even got a time scale I can give you until I get to what's going on in Frankie's head. But brother of mine, this is going to cost you and I don't mean in family credits, we could be talking serious dollars here. I aim to make sure she stays out of the loop and that means taking her wheels away from her, and we all know how much she loves that car." I'm not sure whether Marci wanted to thank me or wonder what I was going to do to her little girl. In the end they simply reminded me that she was twenty one once again, (as if I didn't know) and as such the laws of the land did apply to her. I tried to make my laugh sound as sinister as I could before severing the connection between us. Why not, they had to suffer just as much as Frankie and I were going to. They also knew better than to phone back. Working out how long I had left and deciding it wasn't enough, I just got on with making sure that I had everything ready for my niece's arrival. She must have stopped on the way up here because I had most of the things ready before I heard the sounds of that hideous music she likes coming from her car radio moving up the valley. By the time she pulled up I was leaning against the door watching her. For a moment she was defiant, all sunglasses and pout. It was only when she switched the engine off and got out the steam left her, which was difficult to do in that five foot six frame of hers. Francine Alison McManus, or Frankie to Shannon and I, was a true blend of both her mom and dad, she was a younger version of Marci. Her brown hair used to be longer, reaching at one time to the small of her back. It was the last couple of years that she has made sure it was cut to just above her shoulders. That action alone caused a rift between Frankie and Marci, the day she walked back into the house Marci took one look and damn near disowned her. The fallout from that day took months to heal the rift between them. Frankie was insistent that she would never again grow her hair longer than her shoulders despite her mother alternating between ordering her and begging her to grow it once again. She often seemed to bemoan the size of her shoulders I thought they complimented her frame rather well and even reminded her that there were consequences to being a track and field athlete all through school and onto college. But I'm her Uncle so I'm biased on a major scale and once she figured out I was actually complimenting her she seemed to take it well. Her face had a natural beauty that needed little if any make up and when she smiled you just felt happier being around her. Frankie seemed to think it was her eyes that captivated people, when she said that, Shannon instantly looked at me almost pleading with me to say nothing. I kept on my wife's good side and didn't say that the rack and the great ass that she sure as hell inherited from her mother may have helped as well. "They phoned you then?" Nodding my head seemed like the only answer of value at that moment. "Do you want to hear my version?" Shaking my head caught her off balance; I had always listened to both sides before trying to sort out the troubles that brewed between my niece and her mom and dad. "There's no point Frankie, it will just be a variation of the same theme, 'he said she said.' I'm no longer interested." With that I held out my hand and asked her for her car keys. Frankie paused for a moment. This was the keys to her car I was talking about, her baby, hell she had even give it a name, when she used it for the first time I simply shook my head, shrugged my shoulders and walked away, much to my wife's amusement. I'm sure that nothing that had happened so far was going according to whatever plan she had in her head. After shrugging her shoulders she reluctantly placed them in my hand and waited. "We're not going to keep going round and round over this Frankie so I'm going to offer you a choice and I strongly urge you to think hard on both options I'm about to give you." Frankie's defense mechanism has always been to cross her arms, she was half way there when she stopped and placed her arms once again by her side. The small nod of her head that followed let me know she was at least willing to listen. We both walked into the kitchen, Frankie sat and waited while I made us both a drink. She had her hands around her cup almost instantly and inwardly I smiled at that cute habit she had of always doing that, regardless of how hot or cold the drink was. "I'm old, Frankie, and I'm tired. It seems that every few months to a year we keep coming back to this very point. At eighteen for some reason you got a bug up your ass and no one, especially you, have been able to shake it. This shit has got to stop Frankie. Shannon's no longer here to help me so it's left to me to sort this out once and for all." With that I stood and picked up the tape machine and returned to the kitchen table switched it on so she could listen to the conversation I had with her mom and dad. She flinched when she heard Marci suggest therapy for them both. I tossed her car keys onto the table, they skidded to a stop inches from her hand. "There are your keys. Get up, go home and sort your own shit out and don't bother coming back here to hide, it's become way beyond old and its not going to happen anymore." For such a long time Frankie simply looked at her keys before saying. "What's the second option?" This time I leaned across the table, Frankie's eyes grew wider as I drew closer to her. "We are going to strip this bare and if I have to pull every day since your eighteenth birthday out of you to get to the crux of the matter I will. You don't get a say anymore, Frankie. You're here and you stay here until I say you can go. Hell, you don't even get to have a crap unless you ask me first." She opened her mouth, her eyes gave away what she was about to say. I just got there first. "And I don't give a damn that you're twenty one Frankie. If you want to do what you want then there are your keys and don't let the door hit you on the ass on the way out." I thought I saw fear in her eyes; it was so fleeting that I may have been wrong. Then she did the one thing that I both admired her for and yet felt sorry for her as well, she picked up her car keys, paused for just a moment and handed them to me. I took them, stepped away from the table and stuck them in my pocket. "Go take a shower, the clothes you're going to wear while you're here will be on your bed when you're done. Things are going to change around here Frankie and trust me, you're going to hate every single minute of it." Just for a moment I did wonder if she was having second thoughts, instead her lips came together and her face seemed to harden slightly before she just nodded her head and got up and left to shower. I was busy while she was away. They say shock value is a harsh look at reality, I just wondered if Frankie would finally tell me what was going on in that head of hers. I so missed my wife at times like this. Thankfully, I was just coming back into the cabin when I heard the shower finish, the scream from Frankie came a few minutes later. It took another few minutes of hearing her going through all the drawers and the sound as she slammed one after another closed in her room and then silence prevailed. It took another couple of minutes for her to dress before she came out of her room in shorts and a tee shirt a towel around her hair. She got to the center of the day room before she said. "Where are the rest of my clothes? Even the ones I always leave here are gone." Her eyes looked beyond me and out of the window. "What have you done with my car?" I sat down first before I answered, Frankie went to the window and looked around the clearing, her car was gone and just about all of her clothes as well. It was time to set the ground rules and perhaps this one moment was going to be a tipping point for my niece. Was she going to see this through or run for it, either way I had to make sure she knew the consequences of her actions. "Your car and your clothes are in the barn. You see that key hanging next to the sink? That opens the barn door. If you remove that key you and I are done. I can't help you Frankie because you're not willing to help yourself. I made sure there are seven tee shirts and seven shorts in your room, when they get dirty you wash them, those clothes you're wearing are all you're getting, other than a bathing costume if you wish to use the hot tub." "But you didn't even leave me any bras or panties. I can't even find any shoes either, am I supposed to walk around here barefoot?" I snorted at that before saying. "You've walked around here barefoot since we bought the place. As for your underwear I told you we are going to strip this bare and I meant it, you have tee shirts and shorts so its not as if your going to get cold, just stop your whining. You know where the key to your car is if your not comfortable being here anymore." It was only then I looked more closely at Frankie and damn near went orbital. She had tied the tee shirt into a knot under her tits exposing her stomach. I wasn't too impressed with the jewelry hanging from her navel; Frankie noticed what I was looking at and went very pale. "You can get the ironmongery out of your body as well, any other surprises I need to know about?" Frankie looked down at her navel and for a long time silence prevailed. It truly felt like the calm before the storm. Frankie was taking her time, thinking about the consequences of what she was about to tell me. Then she mumbled something, I heard it but I simply couldn't believe I heard it. Slowly rising from my chair, Frankie caught the movement out of the corner of her eye and looked up as I took a step towards her, that girl must have read the intentions I had clear across the room. She took a step back shaking her head at the same time. "I will go to my room and take it all out I promise." "You had better girl or so help me I will stand you naked in the middle of this room and do it myself. What in the hell possessed you to get your pussy pierced? Never mind. That's going to be a topic for later, stand there and don't move." She opened her mouth to explain. I just shook my head and went into the kitchen, quickly finding what I was looking for I came back and placed a small pair of wire cutters, a bottle of antiseptic and some cotton wool in her hands and pointed to her room, not really wanting to say anything else for now. She was halfway across the room before something occurred to me, it was then I realized I had to find out. "Frankie." She stopped, her shoulders slumped. I think she knew what I was going to ask. Her head turned to look at me; the tears had already welled up in her eyes. "Tattoo's?" Once again her mouth opened only to shut again and then nodded her head. "I don't even know who you are anymore, do I? There was a time you would have talked to your folks or even me about all this. Show me." For such a long time she simply stared at me, the tears trickled down her cheeks unchecked. I remained silent, watching and waiting. This wasn't a battle of wills. Frankie just needed a moment to compose herself. She placed the cutters and bottle down on the book shelf next to her and undid the knot and with her back to me she pulled her tee shirt up and over her head. Frankie held the tee shirt against her tits while for the first time I got to see the tattoo that adorned almost the top half of her back. What I saw damn near broke my heart, my legs felt weak and I had to hold onto the back of the chair to support myself. Frankie just kept looking ahead, I could tell by the movement of her shoulders that she was quietly crying to herself. We both needed space and time to regroup for what was going to come from all this. "Goodnight Frankie." Those two words seem to break the spell between us. I sat on the arm of the chair too dazed to do much else really. Frankie grabbed the cutters and bottle and ran into her room as if the hounds of hell were chasing after her. \\\\\\\* The storm outside that night lit up the bedroom, rain slammed against the window. I was used to this weather and most nights would have even slept through it, yet every time the lighting flashed outside all it did was highlight the image I had seen on Frankie's back. All the intricate details were there, I should know, a smaller version was on my left shoulder blade. It answered the question of why Frankie wanted to know where I got it done when she had seen it on me I suppose. As the storm finally seemed to settle over the top of the cabin and set about dumping every last rain drop onto the roof, the inevitable click and opening of my bedroom door closely followed by Frankie rushing to my bed. Storms she could handle but Frankie had always been afraid of lightning, before I could even say anything she was already in bed, cold and shaking with genuine fear. Tentatively she snuggled in close, this had happened many times when she was here. Normally Shannon was here to comfort her, all I did was move over to make room for her as she used to snuggle into my wife. When she figured I wasn't going to toss her ass out, she got herself comfortable. It must have been a good ten minutes before she finally stopped shaking. Even with the thunder and lightning rattling the windows she didn't seem to be afraid anymore. I heard Frankie say. "Thank you." She was almost curled up into a ball under my chin, it was only when I went to pat her back to reassure her that I found out she was naked, or at least the top half anyway, the thought that she may even be totally naked and in my bed didn't bare thinking about. This did not bode well, I knew she slept naked and with the storm driving her in here at the speed of a gazelle, it didn't take the IQ of a rocket scientist to realize that in her haste she simply forgot. Rolling away from her woke her, she looked at me when I got out of bed, and walked over to one of my own drawers and pulled out a tee shirt and tossed it on the bed next to her I sat on the bed with my back to her. The rustling sounds from behind me told me all I needed to know, when it stopped I got back in and she snuggled into me once again just as more lightning passed over us. She flinched and tried as best she could to get even closer. It still took her some time to get some sleep, the storm had moved along the valley some time ago, it was her breathing that gave her away. Finally that changed and I was left to my own thoughts and the sight of that tattoo in my mind on her back once again. The sunshine through the window both woke me and once again reminded me why I wasn't a morning person, as I opened my eyes, a figure drifted across my still blurred vision and it took me a second to focus and remember that Frankie had slept here. When I fully opened my eyes she was sitting on her legs, it was plain to see she had been crying, when she noticed me awake she wiped her hand across her cheek, her hand then went back to her thigh. "I instigated the argument with Mom. I wasn't expecting Dad to take sides, he usually never does. That's why I came here, you gave me conditions to stay here and I accepted them, but I'm asking you to please give me a day or two. I need to get it all right in my head before we talk about it again. Please do this one thing for me." Something was bothering her and even her asking that little of me made me realize this was more than just a bump in the road between my niece and her mom. "If I accept what you say will you tell me everything, and that includes the tattoo?" For a moment Frankie stiffened and then nodded her head. In return I nodded mine and Frankie gave me one of those thousand watt smiles of hers. \\\\\\\* For the next three days I had my niece back. The storm never returned and Frankie slept in her own room. I always thought I was an early bird but she always seemed to have breakfast made and the smell as it wafted into my room pulling me out of the shower. Our time was spent mostly between the cabin, the porch or the hot tub and although we covered many conversations, by mutual agreement there was one topic we skipped around. Even when she slid into the hot tub and I could clearly see the top half of that tattoo over her bathing costume I kept my mouth shut and that was the hardest part of agreeing to this. Frankie saw me looking at her sometimes, she knew what I was looking at and would always come over and give me a hug before saying 'soon' or 'thank you' I'm not sure if I had ever seen her happier than the last three days and I will admit to enjoying her company. Frankie did get smart about one thing, if she wore her bathing costume she would always put a tee shirt on over it, the shirt only came off when she was just about to get into the hot tub and it was always the first thing that went on as soon as she got out again. It was the back half of that particular afternoon I caught on to something else, she had been watching the sun as it made its way towards the mountains and although she tried to remain in good spirits, it was plain to see she was getting agitated. Frankie found me at the kitchen table; she sat across from me and waited. I put my cup down and sat back, watching her. "Thank you once again for trusting in me. But I need something from you before we start. I need you to trust me one more time. You said that all I had to do is take that key to the barn and you would all but disown me." Nodding my head seemed to be the only thing I could think to do. She thought for a moment before looking at me once again. "I need something from my car, I know once I explain everything to you things will get intense around here. Please let me get what I need from my car before I tell you everything." I nodded my head and lent back on the table, enjoying my coffee. Frankie stood, took the key and disappeared out the back door. I had barely placed my cup back on the table when a panting Frankie came back and put the key back on the hook. She again sat across from me, beads of sweat glistened over her forehead, highlighted by the last rays of the sun as it seeped through the kitchen window, she was clearly out of breath. "You don't think I was going to leave you wondering did you. I ran both ways, oh and did you know you left my car keys in the ignition, someone could have stolen my car." With that she tossed her car keys onto the table and I picked them up and placed them on the hook along with the key to the barn. "It's time, Frankie." A cloud seemed to fall over Frankie at that moment and she nodded in agreement with me. For a time all she did was pace the kitchen, occasionally she would cross her arms only to realize what she was doing and put her arms down. Then she stopped and looked at me, her eyes all puffy and close to tearing up once again. "Gran told me once that you were an 'oops baby'. You weren't planned but since you were here they made you welcome. Even though their energies were channeled towards Dad you kept surprising them, he got straight A's all through school and college. You were good with your hands and the internet came into it's own around then." I had to admit I did smile at that term. Mom had made no secret that I was unexpected hence the 'oops' part. I had got used to the term, it never bothered me and I didn't even realize that Mom had told Frankie any of this. "Dad went to the big schools while you locked yourself in your room with your computer. Dad joined the big law firm while you became the geek who had the audacity to try and follow in his footsteps." Frankie sat down, I knew she wouldn't stay sat for long. She just wanted to emphasize something, even leaning across the table to do it, looking directly into my eyes when she did so. "None of them figured it out, did they Uncle Jack?" When she noticed I would not be forthcoming with any information. Frankie told me that she knew that while Daddy was out there climbing the corporate ladder trying to eventually make partner in his law firm. I had already sold one dot com company and at nineteen years old and still at college my net worth was more than her Daddy's and Granddads put together. It was time for Frankie to once again pace the kitchen. To be honest, I admired her knowledge and I still wondered how she found this much out, it wasn't until she opened her mouth that I realized she knew even more than that. "So Daddy married the socialite, my Mom, and between them decided that children weren't for them." She looked directly at me and said. "Yes Uncle Jack, I'm an 'oops baby' as well." My heart went out to her. I had known nothing of this yet she had it thrust upon her. "When did you find out?" Was my only question. It was then I got a little giggle from Frankie. "That would have been my eighteenth birthday. Mommy commented on the fact that even though I was an accident they hadn't done too badly out of the deal." Something didn't seem right, yes it was around the time she went off the rails but Frankie had always been mentally strong enough to find out about being an 'oops baby'. Both Shannon and I had noticed she was a little distracted at her birthday party, but her mood was still upbeat and she soon got into the swing of things when the party really got started. I went back to my coffee; my niece was now getting to the point. "About a week after my birthday I told Mom I was going to visit Cassandra for a few days. It was when I was about halfway there that my friend called me and said she had a bit of a family emergency and she needed to cancel, that wasn't much of a problem since I was now on the road and you were just under an hour away so I came here." Something nagged at me about what she had said. Marci and Shannon had an understanding, if my niece was ever going to visit Marci always called ahead. But for the life of me I don't remember that visit, then it dawned on me, I was in Houston four days after the birthday party and didn't get home for another ten days. Something else came to mind and all I thought was 'oh shit.' Frankie once again leaned on the kitchen table watching me closely. "I went through the cabin and looked out onto the porch, I spotted Aunt Shannon in the hot tub so I came out and joined her. To say she freaked would be an understatement. I've seen Aunt Shannon naked before when we changed into costumes for the hot tub so I couldn't see the problem, she tried everything to get me to leave or even go into the cabin so she could get out. I knew she was hiding something and I wanted to know what it was." So now I finally knew, yet in three years she had never confronted me with any of this. My own thoughts got put on hold as she went on. "Eventually Aunt Shannon gave up and stood up in the hot tub and then got out. Twelve Uncle Jack, twelve black and blue bruises on the body of the woman you love. Of course Aunt Shannon wanted me to sit down so she could explain, by then I was already heading into the cabin for the phone to report you to the police." Frankie seemed to flush slightly, looked down and her eyes misted at the memories of that day. My poor niece had a lot thrust on her over the course of a couple of days. "As you can gather I never made it to the phone, Aunt Shannon pushed me to the ground and sat on me." Our eyes locked on each other and we both laughed, now that I would have paid to see. I made us both something to eat and we took it out on the porch. Frankie needed to regroup and the picture of a naked Shannon sat on our niece's chest just wouldn't go away either. "I grew up that day Uncle Jack, I learned what a submissive is, I learned of my Aunt's need for pain and how that pain kept her comfortable with you being away from her for days at a time. How she looked at those bruises every day and watched them fade and smiled knowing that as they faded you were one day closer to being back with her. When she finally got off my chest I learned so much more about your relationship. She showed me the play room, although she wouldn't let me touch anything in there." It was the sudden way she stopped talking that made me look at her. Although she was looking out towards the valley beyond I could see her crying. We both sat and waited but with the sun all but down and the evening chill now in the air, we returned to the kitchen in silence. When Frankie was ready she would continue. I never realized just how even this much had taken a toll on her. "Over the course of the next year I got into the habit of coming here as much when you were here than when you weren't. Aunt Shannon knew why and warned me of the consequences. I refused to listen, I think by then I loved my Aunt more than I had ever loved my Mom. She taught me so much Uncle Jack, but only because I kept pushing her to and was forever asking questions." Shannon had told me none of this and I must admit to feeling in unfamiliar territory. We shared everything in our lives yet for some reason my own wife kept something as important as this from me. My misgivings and soon disbelief slowly intensified as Frankie continued to talk. "Over the year Aunt Shannon told me how she could be her own woman yet submissive to the right man and she emphasized that point all too well." It was then she caught me looking at the locked room in the corner, a small smile danced across her lips as she did. She even winked at me when she knew I had been caught. "We talked about rope play, the times you tide her to the X-frame and what you two would do and sometimes she would even bring an item from that very room and explain what it was called and even how it was used." It was also then her face darkened for a moment, the arms were crossed and the pacing of the kitchen once again began. "Aunt Shannon phoned me once while you were away and asked me to come over. It was the first time she had even done that and I must have busted a few speeding laws to get here. She told me that she could no longer hide the conversations we had from you." For the first time Frankie looked so intensely at me, the pain deeply etched on her face. "She knew Uncle Jack that she should have told you the very day you returned from your visit to Houston. I was prepared for that, but it was her choice not to. I can't tell you why because she simply never told me when I asked her. When I got here she gave me two choices, to stop coming here when you were not here or she would tell you everything, more so now that you had both found out she was pregnant. As you can gather, I stopped." My attention was totally drawn to what she was saying, by now Frankie had sat on her chair, her arms still crossed as she tried as best she could to gain some comfort from holding onto herself. Slowly she began to rock back and forth every now and then she would wince as a painful memory forced itself to the front of her mind. "Two things happened in quick succession a little while after that. I was now in a relationship and spending less time here with you two, or my folks for that matter. The second was Aunt Shannon dying in childbirth." By now Frankie's head slumped forward and she burst into tears. I got up and pulled her from her chair as pain racked sobs just seemed to burst forth from her. What she had told me so far was hard enough on her. Simply letting her continue in the state she was now in was just too much. Both of us needed time apart, to absorb what had been said and the implications as well. I picked Frankie up and carried her to her room almost as soon as her body touched the bed she curled up into a fetal position and simply laid there. Even though I sat with her for a few minutes it was plain to see that mentally she was exhausted, the tears still misted her eyes and drew their own little river down her cheeks. Only silence came from her. I kissed her forehead pulled her blanket up along her body and left the room. Even the minor chores like cleaning up the remnants of our day and the washing up was done halfheartedly. Switching all the lights off and slipping into bed was a fruitless exercise to be honest. The full moon outside allowed me to do little more than stare at the ceiling as my mind once again replayed everything that Frankie had said so far. Finding out that my own wife had introduced Frankie to our lifestyle when we had both gone to great lengths to keep it from both our families was hard enough. I understood that at the time she had no choice and a small smile once again lightened my mood as the vision of a naked dripping wet Shannon sat on Frankie's chest and refusing to move as she told her of our lifestyle did lighten my thoughts for a moment. But the fact that Shannon continued to keep this from me even when I returned from my trip and over the course of eighteen months continued to tell Frankie other aspects of our lifestyle was a dangerous path. I'm sure she had her reasons I just wished she had shared them with me when she was alive, being hit sideways with this was something I simply wasn't prepared for. The click of my bedroom door and Frankie walking in was I suppose something I half expected. She must have been feeling incredibly vulnerable right now and sleeping alone had proved to be too much for her. Instinctively I checked and she was wearing a tee shirt, as I pulled the covers back and without a word she climbed in and snuggled in as close as she could. It was still a few minutes before my niece found sleep, mine took a few hours longer to find. \\\\\\\* Frankie had gone when I woke. The sound of activity in the kitchen and the smell of breakfast soon let me know where she was and a quick shower brought me out of my room and sat at the table as she served. It was clear to see that yesterday had taken its toll on her, the dark circles around her eyes only highlighted the redness within them. "Do you want to leave the rest for a few days? It's plain to see this has been difficult on you." My niece took a moment to think about my question. She even looked at me trying to decide herself what to do. I was ready to settle on a nod of her head. Then she said. "Can we leave it until this afternoon please? I never realized until last night just how much there was to tell you." I saw no reason to push her so I agreed and after breakfast we went out onto the porch and ignored the elephant sitting in the corner. It was even Frankie that suggested some time in the hot tub, she almost skipped to her room when I agreed and went over and turned it on, leaving it to warm for a few minutes while I made drinks and came back out. Frankie was already in her bathing costume, sat on the edge of the hot tub dangling her feet into it, the top half of that tattoo visible above her costume. Knowing every detail I could even see it all with my eyes closed, two cherubs resting against each other, both looking down at a piece of ribbon beneath them and the names of Shannon and our daughter Angel inscribed within it. To me it would always be a gentle reminder of my wife and our daughter, I knew it was there so having it on my shoulder was to me the best place for it. In my heart they would always both be sat on my shoulder yet seeing Frankie with exactly the same tattoo only much bigger obviously showed that it meant even more to her. When Frankie saw me she went into the hot tub and sat down, but the reminder was already there. "Daddy doesn't know you own the valley, does he?" "No and I never saw a reason to tell him, your Father has always been the competitive type in the family, I suppose he inherited that from your Granddad." I said. "You two are chalk and cheese when you think about it Uncle Jack, that mansion we rattle around in was a must for all those back stabbing social climbers and Daddy's work colleges we entertain on an almost monthly basis." I had to smile, heck she even got a small chuckle out of me before she continued. "We both know what Mom and Dad think of you. To them you are a geek who works as some computer techie for some company. They don't even know you own the company, do they? The patents you hold via your company mean you don't ever have to work a day in your life yet you do. I even like the way you managed to keep yourself out of the Forbes rich list because you know Daddy reads stuff like that." Blushing once again this young lady knew more about me than most and it was just a little unsettling. "I like to think of myself as grounded." I said. I think Frankie would have bent double laughing if it wasn't for the fact the water in the hot tub was chest deep since we were both sat down. "Aunt Shannon said the same thing, she told me once that when she actually found out what your worth was she simply couldn't understand why you were with her and not off with some super model or some silicone enhanced Barbie doll." My answer was heartfelt. "Your Aunt Shannon made my life complete in every way just as I made hers. Neither one of us had a need to look elsewhere from the day we met. I wore my wedding ring with pride and I loved her more each day. To many that may sound corny but that was us and we were happy with what we were and our lives." Frankie took a deep breath, as though what she was going to say next may pain me. "You never signed a pre-nup when you married, why?" What she asked didn't pain me, Shannon had asked me the same question just before we married I gave Frankie the same answer I gave her then. "The day I sat next to your Aunt at college I knew in my heart that she was the one I would spend my life with, on our first date she warned me that some would regard her as not normal. I looked her square in the eyes and told her I wasn't either. Our lives became more interwoven from then on." We both sat with our own thoughts for such a long while. Eventually Frankie got up from the hot tub and with a towel wrapped around her walked back into the cabin. There was a term my niece had used concerning my brother and me, we were chalk and cheese. In my eyes my brother and I had never been competitive, the eleven year age difference seemed to sort that out, heck we didn't even look much alike. I got on with my life and I simply assumed he did the same. I thought he had it all, maybe in his pursuit of the social climb it was habit to look over your shoulder to see what everyone else has. As for me, I simply got on with enjoying life. Finding something that challenged me and loved doing, and of course sat down next to the woman I was set to marry because the chemistry was there. She was the Ying to my Yang on every level. Shannon had said once that all through my life I had followed the kiss rule, when I asked her to explain she said 'keep it simple stupid.' "You're going to prune over Uncle Jack." Frankie held a towel up while I got out of the hot tub. She had already changed back into tee shirt and shorts. As I wrapped the towel around me I caught her looking up at the setting sun, sadness seemed to pass over her for a moment and I truly felt for her. Following Frankie back into the cabin and leaving her making drinks for us both while I changed and then joined her once again in the kitchen. That cute habit still came to her, both hands clasped the cup and she seemed to be staring at the contents even when I sat down and waited. "All through the pregnancy I was as happy for Aunt Shannon as she was. We talked a great deal on the phone while you were still on business trips. I kept our agreement to never come around while you were away, it never stopped us talking just as much on the phone though. It was during one of our conversations she made me promise something, we were due to meet again a few days after that at Mom's birthday party and she cornered me again and made me reaffirm my promise. I did on both occasions." Frankie looked up, tears once again overwhelmed her. Rising from her seat and again pacing the room her arms tightly folded across her chest. Even with a days respite this was hurting her so much. "It was Aunt Shannon's wish that I never spoke to you about me finding out about both your lifestyles, just as it was still her wish that I go out into the world and find my life's partner. I agreed to both over the phone and also a few days later whilst we hugged and the both of us were in tears, she was my mentor and I loved her so much." The pause as Frankie desperately tried to hold back the tears simply allowed me to watch her as she paced the kitchen. I knew where she was in her story now and keeping quiet while she collected her thoughts was the only gift I could think to give her. "Dad phoned me and asked me what I was doing. He normally left such details to Mom, I suppose I picked up on something then and I told him I was driving to Cassandra's for the evening. He simply told me to return home and put the phone down. They were both waiting for me when I got there, when Dad told me Aunt Shannon had been rushed to hospital and had died in childbirth I broke down." Frankie simply stopped pacing the room and stood looking directly at me, the beautiful face of my niece, a face that never needed make up to enhance its beauty was a mess, her tears once again run like rail tracks down her cheeks, her eyes were red and puffy. I'm sure if she could hug herself any tighter she would have. "My Aunt, the woman who taught me more about life in the space of eighteen months, who helped me with so many of my own issues, who showed me what I could be if only I gave myself that chance and took that risk. The woman I truly loved more than I did my own mother was dead and I became a basket case. Mom ended up calling the doctor and he had to sedate me." \\\\\\\* In a way my one question had started to be answered. Marci gave her apologies for Frankie's absence at the funeral but never gave a reason. Even admitting that at that time my own grief was close to overwhelming I did find it odd yet still pushed it to the back of my mind. That day was to be about my wife and daughter no one else. Thinking back on it now, even something as emotional as a funeral and with the attachment that Shannon and Frankie had, her own daughter had shown a sign of weakness. To friends of Marci's that could well be at the funeral and from her own social circle, that was simply unforgivable, keeping her away from the funeral was their answer and I also suspect the beginning of the end of their relationship with their own daughter. "By the time the doctor gave me the all clear and took me off of medication so I could once again think for myself without the aid of a nurse sitting next to me, the funeral had been a week ago." My niece's eyes burned with pure hatred as she thought of that day when Marci told her what they had done, supposedly in the interest of her own good. "I came to see you a week later and by then you had your tattoo done. Once I saw it I knew what I was going to do. I'm sorry Uncle Jack but this was me being selfish, like you the tattoo was a reminder of who she was and what you had lost, I felt exactly the same and went to see the artist the day after I left you." Just nodding my head in understanding didn't seem to be enough in all honesty. I had just about all the answers now. Well, except one. "Why did your relationship with Randy fall apart?" I asked. Frankie visibly flinched at his name. "I gave him a gift I mistakenly thought he was worthy of, it turned out he didn't have a clue what to do with it other than to feed his own ego. Sadly, the more he used my gift, the more it also fed on his own insecurities." As confusing as her last statement was something rang a bell way off in the back of my head. I should have listened, so help me I should have listened. Instead silence prevailed and I'm sure Frankie took that as a sign to press home what she had planned all along. My own niece uncrossed her arms her right hand slipped into the pocket of her shorts for only a second before her hand once again came out, hiding within her palm what she had placed in there. Frankie then removed her tee shirt and dropped it on the floor by her feet, her shorts followed and ended up next to her discarded shirt. Both her hands came together and she placed something around her neck, quickly fastening it at the back before she knelt on the floor in front of me totally naked. The recognition of the collar she wore was instant. I once gave it to Shannon as our relationship intensified. That was the only lie Shannon had told me when she said she had lost it, I had punished her for losing it and she took that punishment knowing that she herself had given her collar to Frankie. The words inscribed on the front of the collar read... SLAVE
Don't Look Back Ch. 29	6,375	4.75	1,067,233	[ "m/m erotica", "taboo", "m/m romance", "incest", "rural", "father/son", "contemporary" ]	Marshall thought dinner would never end. It felt like everyone they knew in Burnham—which was practically the whole town—had decided to eat at Milly's that night. And every one of them had something they needed to say, a story they had to tell, or a question that just had to be asked. The situation was exacerbated by random pulses shooting through his ass when Lee touched the remote, which he'd brought with him. Of course, Marshall could have told him to stop that and Lee would have, no questions asked. But Marshall wasn't about to do that. It was torture, sure, but of the most exquisite kind. And Marshall knew if he endured it, then his reward would be all the sweeter for having done so. At least when Roy invited them back to his house to shoot a little pool, Lee graciously declined the invitation, citing pressing business that needed to be taken care of. Roy shook his head at them good-naturedly, and just grinned. Good thing dinner didn't last any longer than it did. Marshall's legs were almost jelly by the time they got up to go. His ass was on fire, and every nerve ending he possessed was on high alert, in anticipation of what was to come. Lee held out his arm to give him something to hang on to, but Marshall stubbornly refused. He saw amusement glint in Lee's eyes, as well as admiration. They arrived home in record time, and made a beeline for the bedroom. No more waiting, no more foreplay, no more anticipation. The moment of truth had arrived. "Undress, boy," Lee directed, and Marshall wasted no time in obeying, his fingers fumbling at every button, his arousal so intense he could almost taste it. Lee also stripped, down to his own bulging erection, evidence of his desire for Marshall. He pointed to the bed, and Marshall lay down, bending his legs, and spreading them apart for Lee's benefit. When Lee removed the butt plug, Marshall felt an emptiness, an ache that demanded to be filled. He bit back the whimper that threatened to spill from his throat, but he was sure his eyes reflected his neediness. Not to mention, Lee could read him like a book. Lee knelt between Marshall's legs, laying a tender kiss on either knee, as he inserted two fingers inside of Marshall. "Damn, boy, you're ready for me, aren't you?" "Sir, yes Sir," Marshall agreed. "Aren't I always ready for you?" "Hell yes, you are." Lee teasingly licked along the inside of one thigh, down the length of the leg to the crease. He twisted his fingers inside of Marshall, eliciting a moan. "You did good tonight, boy," Lee praised him. "You deserve a reward. What would you like?" Marshall was conflicted. On the one hand, he'd love to take Lee's fat dick into his mouth and suck him off until he screamed. But on the other hand, his need to have that cock inside his ass, fucking him hard, was pretty strong. What he didn't expect was for Lee to offer him Door Number Three. The chance to do something he'd often dreamed of, but never been allowed to do. Lee removed his fingers from Marshall's channel, then stretched himself out on top of Marshall, their cocks rubbing deliciously together, as he murmured in Marshall's ear, "How about tonight I fuck you to your heart's delight and tomorrow night, I let you fuck me?" Well, knock him down with a feather... Marshall had dreamed about this moment for such a long time, he was sure he must be hallucinating. Hearing what he wanted to hear. But no, those words had actually come out of Lee's mouth. He'd actually made the offer. Was there any question what Marshall's answer would be? Heart beating almost out of his chest, he responded in a voice thick with lust, "Yes Sir, that sounds perfect." And then Lee's mouth crashed down on his, and he was consumed once again with love for Lee. Marshall arched up into Lee's embrace. He locked his ankles at the base of Lee's back, rubbing against him almost frantically, his need growing stronger by the second. When they came up for air at last, Lee moaned, "Roll over and grab the headboard." Marshall wasted no time in obeying, kneeling on their pillows at the head of the bed. Lee pressed up against Marshall. He pulled Marshall's hair back from his ear and sucked the earlobe into his mouth, even as he reached around him, caressing his chest and nipples. Marshall thought he might lose his mind if Lee didn't get inside of him right now. He ached to be filled by Lee's cock. He hungered for him more than he'd ever thought it was possible to want someone. "Lee," he moaned, unable to suppress his need. "Yes, baby," Lee murmured, as he thrust up inside Marshall, filling him completely. "Yes!" Marshall cried. "God, yes." He gripped the headboard tightly, pushing back to meet Lee's thrusts. "Not deep enough," Lee declared, after several minutes of intense exertion. He slapped one of Marshall's cheeks. "On your back," he commanded, withdrawing, to Marshall's chagrin. Marshall slid quickly onto his back, his eyes pleading for Lee. Lee lifted Marshall's leg, placed it on top of his shoulder and re-positioned himself inside of Marshall. The new angle meant he could thrust harder and deeper, and Marshall moaned his approval with every breath he took. This was what Marshall had been waiting for all day. This was the main event for which the vibrating butt plug had only been the warm-up bout. All the sweet agony he'd endured every time Lee pressed the remote was worthwhile, justified by this moment in time. Even sitting through dinner plugged and unable to do anything to ease his agony. "Goddammit, Lee, I love you so much." Lee's lips made further words unnecessary.
100 Years in Purgatory Ch. 09	4,185	4.83	2,207,751	[ "incest", "nonhuman", "taboo", "non-human" ]	Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. \\\\\* Greetings one and all, I'm JT, short for Jon Thomas. I was born 150 years ago. I lived for 50 years as a mortal and my immortal soul has spent the last 100 years in purgatory. As a mortal I worked for enterprising ladies who sought to sell their most personal and private possession. I would coordinate and facilitate encounters, and if necessary intimidate disrespectful customers on these ladies behalf. I worked the streets in London England, Brothels of the old American west and finally in a 20th Century Cat-house in a southern state in America, where my life ended abruptly due to three gunshot wounds to my upper torso. When my sins were expunged from my records I was recommended for admittance through the pearly gates. After all of my hard work to get right with the almighty I didn't last a week up there. I was bored out of my mind due to the fact that the big boss doesn't allow smoking, drinking hard liquor, swearing, gambling, wanton women, or anything else that I'd consider fun to take place. As a result I keep a cloud in purgatory so I can hang out with other people like me. That said, if you like good clean fun, heaven is a great place to visit. \~ Preface I'd been just laying around on my cloud watching the earth spin 24/7 when a big macher angel named Good dropped by. "Hello JT, how are you today?" he asked. "It's all good," I responded, pun intended. "Are you having much luck getting people to listen to you these days?" "It's hard out there in them streets" he responded dejectedly. "There are some lousy people on that third rock from the sun," I observed. He laughed before saying, "That's not the reason I'm bummed though. I'm annoyed because I'm about to go on a 'Good versus Evil' assignment, and um..., the archangel named Evil is going with me." "Oh really," I said. "I didn't think you two got along." "We don't to be honest," said Good, "But the almighty has it in her mind that if Sam Sheepdog and Ralph Wolf can be cordial to each other... You get the idea." "The almighty does know that's a cartoon, right?" I asked. Good just closed his eyes in exasperation. "Well, yeah, but she says the concept is a good one; that there should be mutual respect in every aspect of creation," he explained. "Sweet Lord Jesus, what a hippie she is. "Oh shit! I didn't mean to say that." "Now I have to 'bond' with that jerk Evil," he said, with his true feelings showing. "I get it," I said. "When I was doing my time in Purgatory Saint Peter sent me to protect the 'virtue' of some women because they presented themselves conservatively, but they turned out to be the biggest ho's. "Management in heaven is naive to a fault sometimes, in my opinion." At that moment a dark cloud appeared. "Oh fuck," said Good. "Excuse my language, but that's Evil. He brings out the worst in me. JT you've got to go with us. I can't be alone with that guy." Right on cue Evil barged into our conversation without any sign of manners. "JT, what's poppin," said Evil, before giving me an old-school soul brother number one handshake that I struggled to remember how to do. "Hey Evil," I replied. "You're understated as ever I see. "How's the easiest job in the universe, getting people to do the wrong thing?" He raised an eyebrow at me then said, "Its aight," before looking at Good and saying, "Good...what it is my man?" After rolling his eyes and shaking his head, Good responded simply saying, "Evil." Evil just said, "Hm." I looked at the expression on Good's face and said, "Alright, I'll roll with y'all." \~ Assignment 1 The guys first stop of the day was a classic boss / employee situation. Good would advise the female employee and male boss to do the right thing of course. Evil would try to get them to break the rules. When we arrived at the site we went to the boss's office. Melvin was his name, he was known by all of the people he managed as a true professional, a great boss, and a gentleman. He was looking at a video clip of his staff's recent team building activities and laughing at their antics when Evil called his attention to Leann. "Yo Mel, Check out Leann; what a piece of ass." Melvin froze. "What the hell! Why did I just look at Leann and have such a perverted thought?" "Because you're a man, and us men are pigs," stated Evil. "Speak for yourself," Good said to Evil before saying to Melvin, "Ignore him and keep doing the right thing." "Melvin you have to admit that Leann looks mighty tasty," said Evil, testing him. Good shot evil a look then said, "Melvin don't you even think about it. Thoughts are a gateway to actions. She's your employee, not just a piece of ass." Melvin frowned as though he'd smelled something funky, then said to himself, "What's wrong with me, where are these evil thoughts coming from?" Evil rolled his eyes and shook his head in disgust. "Melvin, look closely at the damn video, the camera can see right through her dress. Wouldn't you like to get your hands on those puppies of hers, not to mention your soup coolers?" "Damn," exclaimed Melvin. She's wearing black bikini draws." Then he started rubbing his hardening cock through his pants. Good glared at Evil before saying, "Melvin please stop doing that, she's one of your workers, and besides you're at your job." "What better place than work to work on your hardon player?" said Evil, jovially. "Mel, you haven't had any pussy in months, and when was the last time you came?" Suddenly Good groaned, "Oh no, here comes Leann. This could be trouble. A hard dick ain't got no conscience. If Melvin gives in to temptation and starts thinking with his little head instead of his big one there's no telling what Evil will get him to say or do." At that very moment Leann hesitated for a second before knocking on Melvin's door. It was time for her annual evaluation which would determine her raise, and she felt like she was due more than the 2 percent she seemed to get every year, and she was trying to get her nerve up to say that to him. Good tried one last time to stop her just before she knocked. "Don't go into his office Leann, I don't want him to do or say something stupid and get himself in trouble," he pleaded with her. "By all means, go on in there Leann," countered Evil. "Melvin has a big surprise for you." After taking a few deep breaths to center herself Leann knocked on Melvin's door before opening it. He quickly closed the video he had paused at the point where he had the clearest view of her bra and panties through her dress. He also stopped rubbing his throbbing cock and put both hands on his desk. "Come in Leann, are you here for your evaluation?" he asked, as he looked at her big jugs before scanning down her body to her thighs. "Yes sir," she responded "Please have a seat," he said as he felt pre-cum leak into his draws. Evil grinned from ear to ear before saying to Melvin," Look at those long legs under that short dress. Try to get a glimpse of her panties while you're talking to her." "Eww," said Good, "That's gross. C'mon Melvin, have a little respect for her privacy man." "Fuck that," said Evil disdainfully. Melvin you're a pig like any other man. Don't listen to Good." Meanwhile as Leann was about to sit down Evil said to her, "Leann, every year you try to make a case for your true value to the company, and you still get the same two percent raise. Here's a thought; why not use your womanly gifts to coax another one percent out of him?" Good then realized he had double trouble, not only was Melvin about to act like a total perv, here was Leann considering doing God knows what. Oops, he didn't mean to use her name, especially when he's frustrated. Finally Leann decided she had to use whatever leverage she could to get a decent raise, so she calmly sat down and lifted her right leg higher than was necessary in order to cross it over the left one. "Mmm," did you see those powder blue panties she's wearing?" Evil asked Melvin. Good could've kicked himself because he'd looked too. So had Melvin, and now a wet spot had formed on his pants at the tip of his leaking dick. Leann wasn't sure how much Melvin had seen, but she'd caught him glancing at her thighs when she crossed her legs. Evil grinned wickedly then said, "He didn't really see anything. Why don't you cross them again, but this time spread them first." "Watch this," Evil said to Good. "Watch what?" asked Good, about to get irritated. Melvin then went through his spiel about his thoughts on Leann's performance the previous year. When he was done Leann made her case for the value she believed that she brought to the company; as she was talking she un-crossed her legs. "Ha-hah, here comes the money shot I betcha," said Evil excitedly. Good glanced at Evil, then looked at Leann, determined to keep his eyes on her face as he begged her not to cross her left leg over her right one. "Wahoo!" yelled Evil as she began to lift her leg. "Told ya." Melvin's mouth literally dropped open when he momentarily saw the bulge under the gusset of Leann's panties caused by her thick pussy-lips, when she slowly spread her legs before crossing the left one over the right. However he still told her that he just didn't have the money in his budget to give her a larger raise. Leann felt dirty for what she'd done. Evil showed her his typical lack of compassion, saying, "Maybe you should go commando next year." Good said, "Pray that Melvin doesn't tell anybody what you did." Leann was in a daze as she thanked Melvin, then stood up to leave. Melvin didn't have a choice about the size of the raise he'd informed her she'd receive, but her flashing him had had the desired effect, in that he was willing to give her anything to see her in just her bra and panties. Evil had a satisfied look on his face, everything had gone in his favor so far and it looked like Melvin was about to make his day by stepping into a pile of sexual harassment, after Leann had debased herself. To the contrary Good was bummed. He was pretty sure Leann was headed somewhere to have a good cry after attempting to whore herself out, and Melvin was acting like a lech. Apparently he was less the office Saint, than he was the office perv. Just as Leann grabbed the doorknob Melvin said, "I can't give you a larger raise but I can pay you..., a five hundred dollar bonus." Leann stopped in her tracks. Good and Evil looked at each other. I looked at everybody. Leann half turned to look at Melvin and said, "Oh really. I didn't know we could get bonuses." "I have a discretionary fund," Melvin lied. Good sighed in exasperation. "Does anybody actually listen to me?" he asked. "Apparently not," said Evil. The next question Leann asked was the make or break one. "When will I get the money, and how do I qualify for it?" Melvin licked his lips before biting the bottom one. If this went wrong he could be in deep doo doo. "Well, um, you could get the money today," he stammered as Leann stared at him. "You just have to show me what you teased me with when you crossed your legs a minute ago." "Show you what?" asked Leann indignantly. "I want to see you in just your bra and panties," he said. "Booyah," said Evil. "Not for five hundred dollars," said Leann, with disgust. "You done fell and bumped your head." Then she opened the door and headed out of his office. "Booyah! In your face," said Good. "A thousand dollars," said Melvin as she closed the door. Leann was in shock. She'd just been sexually harassed, and she wasn't going to stand for it. "You sure have girl," agreed Good. "Don't let him get away with it." "Ahem," said Evil, but not to clear his throat. "Might I remind you that you went in there and showed the man your pussy bulge first? You might be the real harasser." Leann stopped in her tracks when the little voice in her head said that. She then turned on her heels and went back into Melvin's office. He was sitting there dejected. His dick had gone soft. His nuts were still aching, and his pants had such a large pre-cum spot on them they looked like he'd peed himself. He was confused when Leann walked back into his office alone; he was expecting someone from H R to be with her. "Just exactly what do I have to do for that thousand dollars?" she asked. By this time Good had a dejected look on his face, and Evil had his hand in the air for an old school high-five from him. Just like that Melvin's dick was hard again as he said, "Take off your dress and let me see you in your bra and panties." "And that's it?" asked Leann. "And just this once right?" "Yes," said Melvin. "You'll have to show me the money first," said Leann. Melvin promptly pulled his personal checkbook out of his desk drawer, and wrote a check for a thousand dollars and handed it to her. As soon as she had taken a picture of it with her cellphone and deposited it in her account she reached behind herself, unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. There she stood in a pair of powder blue panties with a lace front that revealed the shadow made by her pubic hair, and a matching bra accented with lace that showed her areola and hard nipples. When Melvin stood up so he could get closer to her for a better look, her eyes were drawn to the large wet spot on his pants, then she noticed the dick print that went halfway down his thigh. She wasn't good at guessing the length of a man's penis, but his was easily the longest she'd ever seen, and by the size of the bulge it made it was the thickest too. It literally hypnotized her. At that point Good and Evil had stopped working and instead they were enjoying the show. Melvin saw how Leann had stared at his cock and wondered if she wanted it. His dick took over his thinking and told him to lock the door. When she stood completely still while he locked them inside he was sure she wanted it. He then guided her to sit on his desk where he stood between her legs and freed his cock from his pants. All Leann could do was stare at it. Melvin reached down and put his hands behind her knees then lifted her legs and hooked his arms underneath them. "Pull your panties aside and guide my dick into your hairy pussy," he said to her. She was wetter than she'd ever been, and after just a few thrusts Melvin had his nine inch cock balls deep in Leann's pussy. Good's jaw dropped. The woman was five foot one and a hundred pounds when she was bloated, yet she'd taken Melvin's porn star sized cock to the hilt with ease. Melvin went hunting for his nut as soon as he entered her. He was hunching like a rabbit as his big peter pistoned in and out of her vagina. When he shot-off in about a minute he deposited his cum so deep into her till it didn't run out when she stood up. "Welp, my work here is done," a very happy Evil said to Good, then true to his nature he tried to make Leann and Melvin feel bad. "Not only did you two brake every rule in the sexual harassment section of the employee manual, Leann you sold your pussy, so now you're technically a whore, and Melvin is scum for preying on a desperate young woman." "Yo Good, what ya say we grab some lunch before we go to the burbs for that incest case this afternoon?" Good looked at me and closed his eyes, obviously annoyed that Evil. "Bruh, that was over the top," he said to him before speaking to Leann and Melvin. "Yeah HR would can your asses if they found what you did, but Leann and Melvin you're humans who did a bad thing, it doesn't define you if you do the right thing from now on. "Okay Evil, what do you have a taste for?" "Fast food of course," he replied. \~ The three of us assumed human form and went to a burger joint name Heart Attack in a Sack and had about a half a pound of beef, French fries and a diet soda. Evil loved it, Good was miserable, but he knew he had to go through with it because the almighty was monitoring them. I enjoyed it because I rarely get to take human form. After lunch the guys homed in on the coordinates of their next people who'd have to choose between doing right or wrong. \~ Assignment 2 In an instant we were riding in an SUV with a mom and daughter. "Who are they?" I asked. "The mother's name is Sonya," said Good, "her bio says she's forty, married, two kids, a son and a daughter. She was wearing leggings and a big t-shirt. "Mmm mm, she's good looking," Evil chimed in. "Right in the prime of life. I'd say she's about five foot six..., oh a hundred forty pounds. Definitely a mom I'd like to fuck." "Here we go again," said Good. "Evil, you're awful." "Preciate that Good," said Evil. I laughed and shook my head at how pissed Good could get at Evil, when he's supposed to always encourage people to call on their better Angel's so to speak. "Yo Good," I said, to lighten the mood. "The daughter looks like she could be her mother's twin sister doesn't she?" Good quickly turned positive again and said, "That's true. Her name is Sara; she's twenty, a college student home for the summer." She was wearing a tank top and Jeans shorts that were so short they barely covered her pussy. "Are they bi or bi curious or something?" I asked. "Nope," said Good. "They're both as straight as an arrow. They're going to pick up Sonya's eighteen year old son Rick from her mother's house. He spent the summer after graduating from high school on his grandparent's small twenty five acre farm. He'll be heading off to college in a couple of weeks. We'd joined the ladies just as they were leaving home and it took them about a half hour to drive the twenty miles or so from the outer suburbs to the countryside. When they arrived at Sonya's parent's home they were sitting on their sun porch with Rick, drinking glasses of iced tea after eating lunch. There were warm and genuine hugs shared by everyone and plenty of smiles. I'm pretty sure I saw Good wipe a tear from his eye. I know for sure I saw Evil sneer at the happy scene. While Grandma and Sonya and Sara sat on the sun porch and chatted, Grandpa helped Rick load all his stuff in to the small SUV. Rick then ran into the detached garage, and two minutes later he rolled his road bike out of it and he was wearing bicycle shorts. At approximately the same moment the sky suddenly darkened with rain clouds. "What the heck!" exclaimed Rick. "Where did those clouds come from all of a sudden? It wasn't supposed to rain." Evil raised his hands and waved his arms yelling, "It was me, it was me, I brought them." Good rolled his eyes and shook his head at Evil. "Dog gone it," said Rick, "I was gonna ride my bike home, but there's no way I'm doing that now. The rain will ruin my drive-train parts. We'll just have to stuff my bike in the SUV." "That's fine honey," said Sonya, "But we'll have to fold down the back seat. Sara sweetie, you'll have to sit on your brother's lap and I'll drive." Rick looked at Sara and laughed before saying, "C'mon little lady, sit on Rick's lap. I have a piece of candy for you." Sara looked at him with disgust and for a second she looked like she was about to hurl. "Mom, I'm not sitting on that Perv's lap," she stated. Sonya rolled her eyes skyward and huffed. Grandma grunted and said, "You two haven't changed a bit. You still act like you did when you were ten and twelve years old." Grandpa held Rick's bike while Rick removed the front tire. They then used a couple of large trash bags to cover the bike so that it didn't get grease on anything in the SUV. As soon as everything was packed Evil let loose with a gully washer. The Grandparents got on the porch. In the hurry to keep from getting drenched Sonya scrambled around to the driver's side and climbed behind the steering wheel. Rick quickly got into the passenger seat and Sara went ahead and scrambled onto his lap, then sat on his thigh with her back against the door. As soon as they pulled onto the highway Evil suggested to Sara that she sit on Rick's dick. "There's no way I'm going to sit on my brother's package," she said to the voice in her head. "That a girl," said Good. Evil rolled his eyes. "What a tight ass brat," he said. "Rick, say your leg is going to sleep, then put your arms around her and slide her onto your dick." "Don't listen to him Rick," shouted Good. But the fact of the matter was Rick thought his sister was hot, and I agreed with him she did have a nice ass. Sure enough, seconds later he said, "Dang Sara, you're heavy. Try eating a salad sometime." Then he re-positioned her onto his lap. ""Screw you," said Sara after huffing. Sonya glanced at them for a second, then shook her head and smiled. After a moment or two Sara shifted a little and turned so she was leaning against Rick's right shoulder, which happened to put her pussy on top of his cock, and cause her legs to spread. "Hahaha," Evil laughed in Good's face. " Let the games begin. "Rick, look between Sara's legs, her panty covered pussy is practically hanging out of her shorts." "Rick, watch the road ahead," implored Good. But Rick was eighteen and there was a piece of pussy sitting in his lap, practically touching his cock. So seconds later Sara's eyes bugged out, then she said, "Ugh! Rick has a hardon." Evil giggled like a schoolgirl. Sonya looked at her in exasperation. "So what..., he's your brother." "No Sonya, don't say 'so what'," insisted Good. "Sara, get up from there." "I don't care if he's my brother or not," snapped Sara. Good closed his eyes and gave a prayer of thanks for Sara's response. "I don't like dicks, and I'm not sitting on his all the way home." Evil laughed out loud. "Welp, I guess she's not as straight as an arrow after all." Good grimaced uncomfortably due to the implications of her statement, though he quickly reminded himself that there was nothing wrong with her liking pussy. Sonya glared at her, then pulled underneath the shelter at the next gas station they came to. "You'll get bored with girls soon enough," she said. "You drive." Sonya then traded places with Sara. She thought nothing of sitting on her son's crotch, lying back against his chest, pulling his arms around her waist, and holding his hands in hers. The first few minutes with Sonya on Rick's lap were uneventful, then Evil started tempting both of them. "Rick, don't you feel your mom's soft bum on your cock?" "Ignore it Rick," Good implored him. Rick was commando under his biker's shorts, so it was inevitable that the nerve endings on the glans of his penis would soon sense the softness that only a woman possesses. Evil then got Sonya's attention. "Sonya, is it your imagination or is that your son's erection you feel pressing against your ass?" Sonya responded to the voice in her head thinking, "He's eighteen with a woman's ass sitting on his dick; of course he's gonna get hard. Besides, he's my baby; it's not a big deal." She then turned her head enough to look at him out of the corner of her eye and said, "You're lucky you're in here with us instead of getting caught on your bike halfway home when this rain hit, aren't you?" Then she smiled and turned back around and relaxed in his arms. Evil winked at me and Good then said, "Sonya, aren't you glad Sara refused to sit in Rick's lap for the drive home?" Good then tried to undercut him saying, "Now you see why Sara called him pervy. You should make him behave himself." But Sonya ignored him. Instead she giggled and said, "Sara you're missing out on all these hugs from your brother." "No thanks," said Sara. "Ugh, Evil groused. "Forget about that ice queen. Rick, you've got your mother grinding her ass onto your dick. Go ahead, hunch her, show her what you're working with." No sooner than the words were out of Evil's mouth Rick tightened his embrace of his mother and pushed his hips so hard until his dick parted her fleshy asscheeks and touched her pussy. She let out an involuntary groan then laughed before smacking the back of his hand and saying, "Behave yourself boy. You're so mannish!" Sara glanced over at both of them and huffed, then said, "I told you he was a perv." "Stop it, all of you," screamed Good. "Sara, stop being such a little, um, nonconformist. Sonya, what the hell are you doing laughing, he's your son. Rick, for the love of God man, oops, sorry about that. Rick please stop, she's your mom." Evil looked at Good and smirked before saying, "You're pathetic." Then he said to Rick, "You in there now player. "Sonya, can you believe how big your son's cock is?" Sonya then sat up straight and re-positioned herself so her son's dick wouldn't be touching her pussy. Then she glanced at Rick again and bit her bottom lip. "Sonya, don't do what I think you're about to do," Good pleaded. "Oh shush," she responded. "I'm not gonna let my boy get blue balls." Then she started licking her lips while gyrating her hips and grinding her ass onto his cock. Rick got his hunching in rhythm with her movements. By that time they were just moments from home, and Rick was almost there too. Sonya looked at the strain on his face and said, "Go ahead and finish." Sara was so disgusted by the thought of a man coming while he was near her; a frown covered her face that was so hideous it made her look like Satan for a second. At that exact moment Rick ground his cock against Sonya's ass extra hard and pushed himself over the edge. He shot spurt after spurt of jizz into his biker's shorts, and coincidentally the rain stopped and the clouds began to clear Sara turned into their driveway seconds later. She got out and walked into the garage, making it plain that she had no intention of helping Rick unload his stuff. Sonya climbed off Rick's lap and got out of the SUV then looked at him and said, "That'll never happen again, and don't you ever forget how much your mommy loves you no matter how many college hussies mount that big cock of yours." Good pumped his fist into the air and said, "Yes! I can tell what's in her heart; she's not gonna fuck him. He considered that a small victory." Evil bounced his eyebrows and said, "So we're one and one today. Its four p m; almost quitting time. Let's pretend it's five o'clock. I'll see you at your cloud at eight a m tomorrow. We'll go at it again. "But that would be lying," said Good. "I think we should start at seven a m tomorrow morning to make it right." If looks could kill Evil would have been put up on charges. "Okay Good," he said, "What do ya say we break the tie right now?" "What?" asked Good, sounding as though he was surprised for real. "How would we do that, we only had two cases assigned to us." "I just saw a new case posted in the que that hadn't been assigned to anybody yet," said Evil. "We can grab it." "Hm, I don't know," said Good. "We're not authorized to do overtime and it's already after four pm." "The case is in Venice Beach, California. It's a bit after one pm there," countered Evil. "So we have plenty time." The look on Good's face was like a boxer who'd been stunned by a punch to the side of his head. "Tell me you're not that dumb," he said. "You do understand that our time-sheets will still have over seven hours on them when we get there, right?" I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing at the look on Evil's face. I don't think it had occurred to him that going from the east coast to the west coast didn't mean you were going back in time, but he tried to play it off. "Of course I knew that. I was joking," he claimed. "Regardless, I'm sure I can get her to make her move by quitting time." "I don't know if we should ask for a case," said Good. "I mean, we're supposed to wait for Saint Peter to give us our assignment." Evil rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Do you always have to be a pussy and do the right thing? Besides, I already got an answer to my request. "Wonderful," said Good sarcastically. "You could've at least let me review it first, but if you did something considerate, then you wouldn't be Evil would you?" "Hm," smirked Evil, "Right and Wrong got that case. Dispatch sent us a case they were going to give us tomorrow morning anyway. Satisfied? Now let's go." \~ Assignment 3 We were in a vintage clothing store by the time Evil finished saying go. Grace and her equally fuckable girlfriend Jen were casually looking at the store's merchandise while talking about the pretty store clerk named Kylie. The well kept milf named Grace was the one Good and Evil would be doing battle over. I took a quick look at the case file. The MILFs, had spent the afternoon shopping at Perimeter, then in Buckhead, and now they were in Little Five Points. After eating burgers and fries at the Vortex they'd walked a little ways down the street to the store so that Grace could get a closer look at the clerk Jen had told her about. When Kylie offered to assist them, Grace was instantly smitten when she heard the base in Kylie's otherwise feminine voice. She wanted to tell her so, but due to her guilty conscience about her true motivation, she was concerned that it'd be too obvious that she was up to something if she complimented Kylie. Jen read her and as soon as Kylie walked away she said, "Grace, there's no reason to be shy, Kylie remembers me so she already knows why you're here." "Oh god; Jen don't tell me that," a suddenly flustered Grace whispered. She knew Jen was right though, and she started chewing her bottom lip as her cheeks flushed. Good saw her nervous reaction and tried to use it to his advantage, "Grace, what are you doing here when your husband and kids are at home waiting for you?" "Leave me alone," Grace snapped. "What'd you say?" asked Jen. "Ugh, Jen, my conscience is telling me to go home." "Look at Kylie, she's every bit of six foot tall with a killer body and an exotic look, "Jen said while feeling the fabric of a dress she sorta liked. "Now tell your conscience where it can go." Jen's suggestion of a retort to her conscience made Grace laugh, and helped her focus on Kylie again. "Lord Jen, look at her; that blonde hair, those blue eyes. Sure, they're contacts, but her brown skin and those thick kissable lips are real. Why does she have to look like that?" "So you'd find her irresistible same as I did the first time I saw her," said Jen as she laughed softly. "Fair enough, we do have the same tastes in a lot of things, don't we?" Grace agreed. "I'm going to go over there and say something to her as soon as she finishes helping her customer." "Well played Grace," said Evil. "It's about time you did something for you." "Who the hell are you?" Grace said to Evil without realizing that she was speaking out loud. "Grace, are you talking to your conscience again?" "Oh crap," she responded while laughing. "I don't know Jen. I've heard two different voices." "You're really in your head about this aren't you?" said a frowning Jen. "Calm down. It's not like you're going to hookup with a male lover. Kylie is a girl. She just has something extra... "She's coming this way, talk to her," Jen added before walking away. It was the moment of truth and Grace knew she had to go big or go home. Evil knew it too and tried to take advantage. "Grace, I assure you that there's nothing wrong with a little innocent flirting," he said in an insincere comforting tone. "Grace, I'm not just your conscience, I'm your soul" said Good as he smirked at Evil. "Don't do this, you're not a slut." "Grow up would ya," said Evil. "She's not looking for a new husband; she wants a hook-up. Grace is here because Jen told her what Kylie has between her legs, right Grace?" "What is it with these voices?" Grace asked herself. "I'm stressing too much over this." "Grace, before you shtup rent girl here, think how you'd feel if your husband was having congress with some hot piece of ass," Good said in an effort to tug at Grace's heartstrings. "Grace," an insincere Evil began, 'You've been faithful for your whole twenty year marriage. You suck his cock, even though you don't like doing it, and you gave him your ass that one time for his birthday. Don't you think you've earned this? Now tell Kylie how pretty she is." "I can't do that," said Grace, hoping that the voices would stop if she reasoned with them. She was pretending to be looking at handmade earrings and casually stealing glances at Kylie and smiling. Good gave Evil a side eye glance, but he didn't say anything to Grace when she looked up at Kylie again, and that time Kylie was looking at her. When Kylie returned her smile, Evil went in again. "Grace, you've been trying to get your nerve up to come to Five Points since Jen told you about Kylie haven't you? You know you like what you see, she's tall, pretty, and she's black. And Jen told you that Kylie has the kind of equipment between her legs that could split you in two didn't she?" "Yeah," replied Grace meekly and then she bit her bottom lip. "Well then, you can't pass up this opportunity," said Evil as he saw acceptance in her eyes. Good saw it too and at that point it was obvious that there was no reasoning with Grace, so he spoke to Jen. "Jennifer, Grace is about to do something I know she's gonna regret. You've got to stop her." "Leave me alone," said Jen to the voice she also believed was her conscience. "She's a big girl, and it's her business. Nobody will ever know about this except for me and her. Besides, its just sex." Her 'so what' attitude about Grace tipping out on her husband set Good off, and he was seething as he looked at her. "Just sex!" he practically spat the words. "Yeah, men have done it forever," said Jen defiantly. "She's not gonna leave her husband for the guy, just fuck him." "Him?" said Good, sounding surprised. "Kylie seems to be more female than male to me." He stated, showing that he looks for something positive about everyone. "That's fair," Jen conceded, "But she sure likes pussy." Then she giggled. While Good was getting nowhere fast, Grace glanced at Kylie again and smiled bigger than before. This time she held her gaze instead of looking away. She was still chewing her bottom lip as she said, "I love your braids, and the color is really cute on you." She still had doubt written on her face, but Kylie had lots of experience with married white milfs which is exactly what Grace was, so she knew exactly what to say. "Um, Gracie, I know you want the same thing I gave Jen. If you really feel that guilty about cheating, I'll let you in on a little secret; no man will get mad at his woman for hooking up with another woman. And hey, there's no way he can ever know the woman had the big dick you've always wanted to feel." "How about we go into the dressing room, or you just keep on being the good girl that you've always been, and go home to your hubby." Being the eternal optimist that he is Good believed that she'd make the right decision as he saw it and say no. Grace momentarily froze, but when Kylie took her by the hand and led her to the dressing room she followed her obediently. As soon as they'd closed the door behind them Kylie aggressively pressed her lips against Grace's hard enough to let her know who was boss. Grace opened her mouth and allowed Kylie's tongue to come inside. Things were looking good for Evil, but he wanted to give her an excuse not to stop if she got cold feet at the last minute. "Grace It's not your fault that she's so strong and she overpowered you," said Evil. "No one can blame you for this." Good panicked when he heard Evil's closing argument and he nearly hyperventilated. Once he regrouped he was frantic as he tried to get Grace's attention. "Stop it, stop it, stop it," he said. "Don't let her do that to you. Oh shit, you're kissing him back!" For the first time all day I saw defeat on Goods face. He could tell that he was in trouble. He knew Grace had been holding back from doing something like this all of her life really, and she knew it was probably now or never for her, so he tried to talk some sense into Kylie instead saying, "Kylie I'm begging you, don't do this." Hearing Good's voice startled her, because fucking a married white milf had never bothered her conscience before. "I'm only giving her what she came looking for," she said matter of factly. "She's a good girl who just wants to be adventurous for once in her life," The grin on Evil's face was absolutely..., evil. He then looked at Good and raised an eyebrow before saying, "Grace, why don't you suck Kylie's clitty." When she didn't respond to Evil's suggestion Good breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes. Maybe she's only going to kiss him," he said and pumped his fist. "Hm, think again," said Evil, as Kylie sat on the chair in the waiting room then reached underneath Grace's maxi dress and pulled her panties off. She then hiked up her own dress and exposed the nine impressive inches of heat between her legs, along with a set of balls the size of large eggs. Grace stared at it in silence for a long moment before straddling her. Good let out a long drawn out 'No', but it was no use; Grace's hormones had finally overpowered her conscience. Out of desperation Good went back to Grace's girlfriend Jen again, but just as she was dismissing him he heard Grace groan in ecstasy as Kylie's big cock bottomed out in her pussy. She came almost instantly from the stretch she felt when Kylie's cock plunged into her the first time. She was only able to take a little over seven of Kylie's nine inches, but it was the stretch that her thick tool had given her that she'll always remember. She stayed in a state of orgasmic bliss as she bounced up and down on Kylie's big rod until she blew her load deep into Grace's loins. A few minutes later she rejoined Jen in the store. Kylie followed her a moment later and greet another customer. The two best friends didn't say anything to each other as they hugged for a long moment before walking out of the store. Me and Good traveled back to heaven together and Evil headed to hell. "Man JT, I really appreciate you hanging out with us today," said Good. "It wasn't as bad as I thought. "I mean Evil would be a fun guy if he wasn't so..., Evil."
Hotel Suite	102,724	4.5	279,087	[]	After the weekend of sex we just returned from our home life wasn't the same. We looked at each other in a different sexual light wondering when something new would come along or if there was a new area of exploration. The sex had been on hold for a few days so we could recharge and get ourselves back to reality. I pulled a double shift on Thursday so by the time I came home and ate I was tired but anticipated having the long weekend to be able to spend time with Lisa. The phone rang just as we going to sit down so I moved to the lazy boy to answer it. It was Deb. "Hi Joe baby, how's that beautiful cock of yours?" Before you answer honey, is that great tasting pussy around?" I whispered in the phone to Deb that I was anxiously awaiting another piece of her fine ass as I gave the phone Lisa. Lisa talked and listened for a few minutes before she looked at me with a big smile and replied to Deb's question with a "I'll have to ask Joe." "Honey, Deb's downtown at the Sheraton with a three room suite and would like us to stay the night with her." My dick started to stir at the thought of the three of us alone and said sure. They talked a few more minutes and off we went to gather a few things for our stay. We arrived at the Sheraton and found the private elevator that led to the top floor where Deb's room was. We were both excited with anticipation when the phone in the elevator rang and Deb was on the other end telling us that we should start stripping so we would be nude at the top. I thought it was an odd request but what the hell, why not. We literally tore our clothes off as we reached the top floor and the door opened with Deb standing there nude. She was all smiles as she greeted us with a deep kiss for each and a quick few strokes for my almost erect cock. "Hi you two, I'm glad you came." Lisa reached down to her ass and gave it a smooth glide over and commented on how great it was. "Welcome to my present form Pete. He went away on business and thought this would be a pleasant diversion while he was gone." I looked around at this palace and was amazed at the size of the rooms and especially the glassed in area with the hot tub that overlooked the city. "Hey Joe did you bring a big load for me?" Deb asked. Lisa shook her head in disbelief and told her that we had taken a break to recharge so she was sure that I could accommodate her. "Please Lisa, please can I have the first load. I haven't swallowed any since the weekend and that husband of yours tastes so fucking good." Lisa stared right her as she walked up to Deb's face and asked her what was in it for her. "Anything you want little girl!" "Anything?" "Don't tease me Lisa just tell what you need." "I want you to call this number and ask for Karen" Deb looked rather puzzled and walked to the phone as Lisa gave told her which ones to dial. She did as she was told and when Karen answered Lisa took over and quietly talked to her so that we could not hear. I was thinking to myself running names through my head and couldn't place the name with anyone I knew. After Lisa talked for a few minutes she hung up the phone and walked back to where we were standing, smiled and said that a guest would be here shortly. Deb and I looked rather queried but Lisa just smiled away and said that this would be rather enjoyable for all. Deb walked over to the bar area poured herself some wine, asked if we would like some, found two more and served us. She made a toast to a great night which we all raised our glasses and said, "Here, here." Just then the door buzzer rang and Lisa strolled over and announced that it must be Karen as she peeked through the security glass. She slowly opened the door to present Karen to us who was standing there nude with those big beautiful eyes and tits that I had seen a couple of weeks ago. I couldn't figure out how Lisa knew her but right about now my other head didn't care as it was pretty swollen looking at her great little body. Lisa introduced us to Karen as she smiled at everyone and looked us all over as we checked her out at the same time. Karen came over to me with a grin looked down at my cock, back into my eyes and asked if she would be getting some of that tonight. I told her she would have to ask Lisa seeing she seemed to be running things but that I would try my hardest to accommodate things. "Deb honey, Karen is going to give you some pleasure that just might keep you satisfied for the whole weekend." Lisa sexily cooed. Deb's nipples were so big with sexual excitement I thought they were going to jump off her tits when she heard that. Lisa asked me if I would be able to hold back from exploding if I watched a replay of the other weekend right here in front of my nose. Deb asked what we were talking about and Lisa said she would soon find out. Karen gave me a kiss a feel and walked over to Deb who she led into the bedroom with us in tow. They laid on the bed together and Karen began passionately kissing Deb making love to her as if they were lovers. Deb accepted this and she was all over Karen with kisses and hands everywhere, she was getting worked up and over by this little beauty. Mouths were on tits, hands were on asses, fingers in pussies as the time crept slowly past and the breathing became intense. Karen had her where she wanted her as she slid down her belly to her pussy area and Deb pleaded for her to get in a sixty nine position. Karen knew she was in charge now and told Deb to lay there and enjoy what was going to happen. Karen gently pulled Deb's pussy lips apart and started working her tongue around and around then up and down on her clit. Deb started to squirm as Karen gathered some momentum with her actions and placed one finger in her pussy and found the hood on her clit. On cue Lisa found the lube that Karen had brought and squirted it all over Karen's hand and fingers which were now making Deb gyrate all over. My balls were starting to swell as my cock was twitching with anticipation as to what was going to happen to Deb and see if she could handle this. I remembered what I had seen before and the hand shake so I knew her size and how things would progress. Lisa slid over to Deb and planted a big wet kiss on her and said that she loved her and that what was coming next was for her sexual awakening and the pleasures she had bestowed on her. Karen heard that and slowly inserted a couple of more fingers and worked them around inside Deb and waited for a sexual response before she placed all five up inside her vagina. Deb's low moan told her she was now ready for more and with that Karen pushed her hand inside all the way to her wrist bone. Deb was moaning with her head going side to side as Karen gradually turned her hand so that she could to some magic inside that pussy. Deb screamed at me to bring that fucking cock over as she need to suck cock right this instance as she didn't know how much longer she was going to be coherent. I gladly moved up to the bed where Deb could get it to her lips and mouth. God, she was like a wanton slut that couldn't get enough. In a second she had it down her throat and was sucking for all she was worth. Karen smiled at me, got up to check the situation out and asked me to let her know when I was going to drop my load so she could make Deb cum. I was ready in one minute as I nodded to Karen and she worked her magic on poor Deb who was now crazy with desire. The sound started from who knows where but it sure as hell came from Deb's throat as I thought my cock and balls were going to be totally inhaled. Karen had Deb at the top of the worlds biggest orgasm as she started that fist in and out when my balls told me the cum is going to fly and fly it did. I still haven't figured out how Deb managed to gulp load after load as that moan was coming out of her mouth at the same time. Her eyes rolled back and my cock popped out and an unearthly scream followed! Karen slowly withdrew her hand from her pussy I watched as the large opening she had created gradually shrank down to a normal state. Lisa was holding on to Deb and wiping her forehead with a cold face cloth to keep the shaking down to a minimum. What seemed like a couple of minutes passed before Deb returned to earth and looked around at all of us and said she had died and gone to heaven. We all laughed when she asked if she could marry all of us. She would be fine. Karen went to clean her hands and when she returned Deb took her in her arms gave her a hug and a kiss, asked where the hell she learned how to do that. "Secret" she replied. I had Lisa inspect my cock and make sure Deb didn't remove any skin or gouge anything during her trip and everything was fine. Deb told us she needed a nap so we went into the living room to talk about a few things. I asked Lisa how she knew Karen and she told me she got her number from Dee one day after she explained to her what was seen from the window. "She wasn't embarrassed? I asked. "No she smiled and asked if we enjoyed the show1" "Joe sweetheart, would you mind if Karen and I make love to each other seeing we didn't get off yet?" "Baby, you two do what ever it takes for as long as it takes to satisfy your needs." They walked off hand in hand to our bedroom with me a few steps behind. Lisa and Karen stared at each other for a few minutes telling one another how beautiful they were and how they were going to give such pleasures. Karen kissed Lisa deeply and tongued her ear and neck as she asked her to get up on the bed so they could relax. They lay there locked in an embrace for a moment looking deep into each others eyes and started to fondle and kiss each other with Karen being a little more aggressive so that Lisa had rolled onto her back with Lisa working on her tits. "Lisa sweetheart, your tits are remarkable and these nipples are simply delicious." Karen remarked as she swirled her tongue over Lisa's tits and palmed her pussy with a free hand. Lisa was getting worked up so Karen worked her mouth down to her pussy for a tasting. She spread her pussy lips and worked her tongue around for a while as Lisa started to move around in a state of passion unknown to her before. Karen's ass was pointed in my direction all this time and I was really starting to admire this gorgeous creation as my cock was growing to its action state. My mind was coming up with all kinds of interesting things I could with that ass and looking down a little further I noticed a cute looking pussy that looked it desired some loving attention. Lisa was breathing hot and heavy as Karen was doing a fine job with her pussy and she asked her not to fist her as she felt she couldn't handle it. "Lisa sweetheart I've had my hand in your pussy for the past minute or so. You're so worked up I didn't need the lube I used on Deb." I looked over and sure enough she had done it without her knowledge!! I took the opportunity to get up behind Karen and run my tongue into the crack of that cute ass seeing she was preoccupied with my wife. She looked over her shoulder but I was busy reaming her out and deciding if I should wait to fuck her or just plunge in now. Head number two said to slip it in and hang on! I put my knees up behind her legs spit a big wad on my hand, lubed up my cock and slowly slid in her pussy. Man she was tight but it felt good for me and her too as she pushed back against my shaft. We started building a movement in unison and we were working up a sweat when told me not to come in her she wanted to taste what Deb was always talking about. About this time Lisa came like it would be her last and Karen was telling her to go slow and it would be fine. When Lisa slowed down Karen pushed me back wiped around grabbed my cock and started sucking me off and working her tongue around my head. That's all I could handle as I yelled I was coming and for her to swallow! She was pretty worked up and didn't need any help as her mouth never was going to release me anyway. I looked down and to my surprise I could see Lisa was working hard on her pussy from behind. Karen and I came at the same time with a lot of noise from both of us. She swallowed three shots without missing a beat and came up smiling. "Lisa, Deb was right. What makes his cum so sweet tasting?" "It's a secret Karen!" Lisa jokingly replied. After a short rest and a clean up the three of us took some wine over to the hot tub to rest our used bodies. The hot water and jets felt great and some discussion started about how all of this had happened. I asked the girls if women were always this trashy and they laughed in reply and noticed that I didn't refuse any of the opportunities. I told them that I didn't want to tarnish my image and make sure my duties as a husband weren't abandoned. "Sure, plus all this extra pussy was a plus, right?" laughed Lisa. After another bottle was opened and we were thoroughly relaxed Deb came shuffling out of bedroom looked around and called for us. We all laughed and she came over to ask how long she had been sleeping. Karen asked if she was ok and she told us she was fine and that she had never had an experience like that in her life. Deb started to climb in when we reminded her she needed a wine glass to which she said she would share with anyone seeing she had just shared her body with all of us. More talk ensued and the question of my sweet tasting cum had been brought up again and the girls pleaded with Lisa to tell them what made it that way. Lisa responded that she had seen an add on the internet about this subject and inquired about a product that made the male reproductive system do this and shorten my recovery time so she bought a supply of it and told me it was a vitamin I was taking. The girls smiled at me as I had that inquisitive look on my face; then we all laughed. I was sitting on one side of the hot tub facing the three beauties just relaxing staring at six tits dancing in the water when I felt a foot on my thigh, then another, and another. I slid my hands down grabbed all three and pulled to see the three of them almost go under the water. I looked over and asked if the three of them just got this instant horny feeling or was it one of those womanly group things. They looked at each other then at me blew me a kiss and asked if I was going to fuck the three of them. "Yes I am." "Well big boy, how the heck you going to do that?" Lisa and Deb queried. I instructed them to stand up, turn around, bend over with the legs spread and grab on to the edge of the tub. God, what a sight as I was gawking at three gorgeous asses and pussies that needed some immediate attention. I knelt down to give each one a quick licking making sure I left some spit on each one for quick lube. Starting in the center I guided my cock into Lisa's pussy while I fingered the other two to keep them attentive. After about two minutes of steady fucking I moved to my right and told Lisa to continue fingering Deb for me while I fucked Karen. When I had her close I asked Lisa for more help while I took care of Deb. This went on for nearly thirty minutes with me fucking and fingering the three of them with some help from Lisa when I asked who was going to get my load shot in their pussy. Karen and Deb looked at each other then Lisa and said my wife should be the lucky one! I was already deep inside Lisa when I had asked so I put things in high gear and started to thrust like a piston and my balls were slapping up against her ass. I was still fingering the other two when passion overtook me and I grabbed Lisa by the hips for some serious plowing. The girls were watching us in amazement as we were fucking like two dogs in heat. The water was swirling everywhere with waves crashing on every plunge, when we both yelled we were coming. I thrust forward while holding on to Lisa as I shot load after load on each push into her pussy! My knees were weak and my heart was pounding like crazy as I lay on Lisa's back for a second or two before the girls helped me off, sucked me clean, then sat Lisa on the tub's edge and began to eat our love out off her cum soaked pussy. Lisa screamed as the girls were doing such a great job she reach another orgasm, what a sight. When things retuned to normal I looked the three of them and asked what we were going to do for the rest of the weekend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Been Waiting for Love Ch. 04	53,797	4.73	400,395	[ "interracial novella", "interracial romance" ]	After Katrina left, Scott took a shower to get ready for the interview. Now he felt more relax and confident about meeting up with Mr. Thomas. As he drove to the office, he started to think about Katrina and where this could possibly go. He knew this was something more for her and for him as well. He looked past little Kitty Kat that use to run around with pigtails annoying the hell out of him and Ricky to see this very sexy woman. He also knew what she wanted was something that was not to be taken lightly and surprisingly, he was ready for that. He was so focused on her that he didn't even give the interview a second thought. He found himself sitting around with the other hopefuls watching them sweat. In truth, Scott should be sweating more than any of these guys, given his history with Mr. Thomas. Then it occurred to him that maybe Mr. Thomas didn't remember him. Maybe he has forgiven Scott by now. It's been so long ago and so much has changed. "Scott Porter, he will see you now." the secretary said looking at him with a smile. He went into the office and was shocked by how big it was. You would never know from the outside. The walls were basically covered with bookshelves. The room was unusually cold and looked relatively spotless. There were a few pictures of his family around the room. He even saw his daughter's graduation picture. He was sitting behind this huge desk looking through a file. Scott nonchalantly cleared his throat which made him peered over at him with narrowed eyes. "Mr. Porter, I see." "Yes sir, that's me. Nice to see you sir, I didn't think you would remember me." Scott said extending his hand. "How can I forget the man that made me run 5 miles after him and cost me almost a thousand dollars for a new bed." he took his hand, "Have a seat." Sounds like this is going to be great, Scott thought sarcastically, "So, I see you have plenty of experience working in Washington. What makes you think you are the best candidate for the job?" "Well like you said my experience. I worked for the Kemet and Hunt firm in D.C. for so long and there were sad to see me go. I created some new filing systems so that everything was in order and easy to find. I am very dependable. I had even helped some of the lawyers researched one case that was very difficult." "Hmm." was his only response as he kept looking at Scott, "So, I see you are working to become a layer, why is that?" "Well, I could give some excuse that I ran from the law enough times that I believe I should be into it, but that's not it. It's just that I have seen a lot of stuff go on being in the military and things need to change. I'm not saying that I'm going to change the world or something; I just know there is something that can be done. It always takes one person to bring it to everyone's attention. Also being in the Marine's has taught me respect for the law" "Hmm." he responded again, looking over at his computer, "Scott, where do you see yourself going if you pass the bar?" If? "I actually hoped to remain here. I know I can easily sign back with the Marines and join JAG, but I want to study more criminal law. I don't want to open my own practice, I just want to stay and help people and prove that not all lawyers are slime." "Hmm." he responded yet again and Scott was growing more and more tired of it. "Okay, Mr. Thomas look. I know I was not your favorite person and apparently, I'm still not, but I know I'm qualified for this job. It's says it right there in your face and maybe you haven't noticed but I have changed. I am a different person from when I was younger. All that I'm asking is that you show a little bit more interest in this interview." He sat back in his seat looking at Scott intensely through narrow eyes. Scott returned that same gaze, making sure he knew that he couldn't be intimidated. Suddenly, he heard Mr. Thomas' laughter fill the room. It took Scott a moment to adjust to the sound but he finally felt at ease. "Well you definitely have changed, Mr. Porter. I must say that I am thoroughly impressed." "Thank you sir." "Just to let you know, I've been looking through your paperwork and got a glowing recommendation from your Colonel Sprigs so I already had it made up in my mind that you had the job." "Really?" Scott said not believing what he was hearing. "Yea, I want you here first thing Monday morning at eight. If you want, you can go to security now so you can get a clearance badge. Just give me 10 minutes and I'll have my secretary alert them." "Great, am I going to be the only one?" "No, I'm going to hire one more, but don't let it look too obvious that you got it." "Hey, they won't be able to read me at all." Scott stood up with a smile and shook his hand, "I'll go ahead and get that security thing taken care of today." "Good and tell Ricky congratulations from me." he added as Scott left. Scott left with the same look he has on his face when he went in there, a look of indifference. That probably made some of them a little more nervous. After he cleared everything with security and got outside, he screamed out into the air. A couple of people walked past him, in shock. He just nodded in their direction and went over to his truck. He was finally happy that this was over, now he can go ahead and move forward. He needed to tell someone, actually there was only one person he wanted to tell right now. Scott sat outside her office while she was in a meeting. He had loosened his tie and teased Jade a little while waiting. She wanted to know what happened to but he told he wanted to keep her guessing. He just had to make sure that the look on his face didn't give it away either. The door opened and she walked out shaking hands with another man. She was in a little short tailored skirt and button down top. Scott just shook his head thinking he couldn't wait to get his hands on her. "Katrina, you are a life saver, thank you so much." "No problem Gary, I told you we are able to do anything here." she smiled and he smiled back. "Well, Katrina if there is anything you need from me, you let me know." he said grasping her hand to kiss the back of it. Okay, that's enough, Scott thought as he stood up to make his presence known. The man looked over at Scott's narrowed eyes and let her hand go. Katrina just smiled inwardly and nodded to the man. "Well, I'll have everything ready and setup before six." she said drawing his attention back to her. "Oh, thanks so much." Gary said clearing his throat and quickly walked past Scott. Her smiling eyes met his and he gazed back at her. She bit her bottom lip and beckoned for him to come in with her finger. He followed her taking off his jacket. Once inside, he pulled her to close kissing her deeply. She wrapped her arms around his neck, as she gave into him. The way that he moved his tongue in her mouth made her knees weak and her pussy clench in need. She didn't expect him to come over today, but she was glad that he did. "So, I'm guessing you didn't get the job." she joked as he finally pulled away from her lips. A smiled tugged the corners of his mouth and he kissed her again briefly, "I got the job. For a minute there, I thought I didn't." "That's great Scott, because I don't fuck unemployed men." "You fuck me if I tell you too." he whispered low before kissing her again. "What's up with this dominance thing?" "You know you like it." he said backing her to the couch. "So, I'm guessing you are not going to change." she smiled. "You just going to have to adjust to the way I do things." she fell on the couch and he kneeled down between her legs. He pushed up her skirt, looking directly in her eyes. He pushed her leg up on the couch to spread them and noticed that she was wearing a thong. He rubbed her pussy lips and was gratified to feel her buck off the couch. She was already so wet for him and he wanted to taste her. He leaned closer between her legs, pushing the thin material to the side. He inhaled her glorious scent and dove right in. She tasted so good that he was for sure that he was going to get addicted. She pulled his head in further arching her back to his assault. "Oh Scott that feels so good." she spread her legs wider as his tongue pushed inside her. She reminded him of strawberries. He loved the way she tugged and pulled on his hair. He pushed two fingers inside of her and slowly pumped them in and out. He took his mouth from her slit and looked up at her hair coming down from her bun and her wet parted lips. Damn, she is beautiful and she is all his. He went searching for her clit as his fingers still moved inside her. He sucked on the little harden nub and felt her push his head further as she moaned out. "Fuck Scott! Oh that feels good baby." A low growl escaped his throat as he attacked her clit with his tongue, circling and sucking on it. Both sensations were becoming too much for her. Her nails dug into his scalp and she grinded herself on his tongue and fingers. She felt herself building up for another big one. "Oh Scott!" she screamed as she came on his tongue. He held on to her thighs as he caught the juices that leaked out of her. Katrina laid back on the couch, trying to catch her breath. Her legs were quivering and her body was still tingling. This was something that she never felt before. He rose up eye level to her and she grabbed his face to kiss him. She tasted herself on his tongue and it turned her on more. "I didn't want you to think I was selfish." he whispered. "Oh never baby." she said kissing him again, " but what about you?" "I can wait till later on. I know you are busy." he moved to sit on the couch and she sat in his lap. "So, I guess you are pretty happy about the job." she said straightening his tie. "Yea, in the beginning he acted like he wasn't interested, but then he did the strangest thing, he laughed. After that, he gave me the job." "Well, he knew you were qualified for the job, despite what you did in his house." "Hey, that was years ago, forgive and forget." "So, have you done the fitting yet?" "No, I'm on my way there after I get done with you." She smiled and twirled his tie between her fingers, "I thought you said you were saving it for tonight." "I am, but with you on my lap, makes it hard to concentrate." "I know, I like being right here, but I was actual thinking of something else." "Yea, I think I know what you mean. Your brother?" She blinked in confusion, "What? Actually I was thinking about you and your chest thing." He sighed, "Katrina, I really don't like to talk about it." "I know but it may help. It's been two years. If you don't feel comfortable talking to me, you can go to Dominique. She's a therapist." "I've talked to enough therapist to know, I don't want to talk to anymore of them." "It's not like that, she is really good. She could possibly help you." she pushed off his lap to fix her skirt. "It's something that's going to take some time." she sat at the edge of her desk, folding her arms across her chest. He walked over to stand in front of her and she turned her face away from him, "I forgot how stubborn you are." he replied. "It's not stubborn, clothes make my face itch, but I know I have to work on your own time." "Good, now about your brother." "And that's one of the things you have to work on with my time." Scott still didn't like keeping things this huge from Ricky. Katrina felt the same way, but she knew her brother and knew he would hit the roof. "Katrina, I thought you said you wanted to explore this thing between us." "I do." she finally looked up at him. "So, what's going on? What do you want from me?" "It's just difficult and I want you. I don't make a habit of sleeping around. We will tell my brother, just after the weeding. You know how selfish he is, he gets mad if anything takes away from his spotlight." he just stared down at her with those icy eyes, "Just trust me." "I do, what are we going to do in the mean time?" "Well, you stay with me so we take care of that part." she said lining her fingers with his, "and the rest we just have to make sure that no one sees us." "Great, I'm back in high school." he smiled and she couldn't help but laugh, "But hey after these past couple of days, I think I can handle that. Besides it can be sexy." he leaned down to kiss her and she willingly accepted. "I knew you would." she kissed him again, "So, you in this with me?" "Yea, I want you too and I'm willing to see where we go." "You know you can't break my heart, I will get my big brother on you." she pouted and he couldn't help but laugh. "Let me do something with those sexy lips." she raised up ready to kiss him again, "And I wouldn't do anything to break your heart." he whispered just before stealing her breath away with another kiss. As she felt his tongue sensually dominate her, she wrapped her arms around his neck. He was trying to keep his control in check as he felt her fingers rub the back of his neck. He stepped between her legs, pushing her closer to him. She then felt this strange vibration against her thigh. What's going on there? He pulled away and reached in his pocket to pull out his phone, "Hey man." he said answering the phone. He continued with the conversation which she figured was Rickey. She tried to move but he wouldn't budge. She sighed folding her arms and he couldn't help but smile. "Yea man, I'm going there now. Alright, just let me change and I'll meet you there. Alright bye." he hung up the phone, "I got to go, but I'll see you tonight." He moved out the way and made his way to the door. "Yea, I have to get back to work too. Is there anything you want for dinner?" "Oh shit, I get special request too. Okay well surprise me. I'm sure whatever it is I will eat the cook." She turned at his words, "You meant you will eat the food right?" "Yea, that's it." he left flashing her his devious smile. She shook her head as she watched him walk out. It's weird that as kids she could never see herself him because of how he was with girls, but now it was different. They were different. She knew in her heart that she loved him. It was much more than the love she had for him growing up. Now she wanted him around more. She love the fact that he can be goofy and smooth at the same time. Then there was the way he looked at her. It was a look that said nothing else mattered but them two. She knew she was falling faster than he was but she didn't care. The important thing was she had him now and she will deal with her brother later. "I told you I needed it a little bigger." Scott said as he held up the jacket for the seamstress. "Damn man, I didn't think you got that big." Ricky said as Allen smiled. "Well, you know I have to keep the body looking right." "I guess, I still have proof that you were a scrawny skinny guy just before you got into high school." Ricky said and they all laughed. The seamstress came over bouncing her long blonde mane behind her. She flashed Scott her killer smile hoping he would take notice. Scott wasn't even thinking about her. He was trying his best to speed this along to get to Katrina. He couldn't explain it, but he felt good being around her. At first, yea he was nervous but that was before. Even being in her office, promising that he would not break her heat, that was unlike him. He never made promises like that especially with a girl, but this is Katrina. That small lanky girl grew up to a woman on a mission, who was career minded, sexy, and had a mouth like vacuum cleaner. He closed his eyes smiling at that last thought. "Did you hear me, sir?" the small voice popped in his head. "Excuse me." Scott said turning to the woman. She smiled again, "I said that you have a good build, so I will try my best to see about accommodating your size." "Okay, no problem." he said looking for his shoes. "I'm sure to make it to your liking." the guys looked over at him as if waiting for him to work his magic. "I'm sure it will be great thanks." he replied back with a smile. She tried to hide it but disappointment was all over her face. The guys waited till she walked off to voice their disapprovals. "Oh man, what was that?" Jeremy asked. "What?" "Hello man, that girl was coming on to you and you played stupid." he couldn't do anything but laugh. "She's cute and all, but I'm not going for that now." "Suit yourself." Allen replied as they walked over to look at some of the other suits available. Scott walked closer to Ricky and he just smiled. "Who is she?" Ricky asked. "What are you talking about?" Scott blinked. "There's obliviously some girl around that got you a little sprung, so who is she?" "No one, I'm just not that into her." "Are you sure man?" Ricky said looking at him. Scott kept a cool face as he looked Ricky dead in the eyes, "Yea, I'm fine besides there's a whole lot more where she came from." Scott smiled as Ricky laughed. "Alright, you don't have a chokehold like I do." "That's a mighty fine chokehold though." "Hey don't get any ideas. You had your chance. Hey, what's your commander James doing?" "The same, probably arguing with his wife." "That poor guy. Why don't you call him and Nikolas to see if they can come to the wedding. I would send an actual invite, but hell it's just them." "Sure, I think Nikolas should be still at the base." Scott took out his cell phone, "Besides, I need to thank James for the job." "What's up Scott?" James answered. "Hey sir, how are you doing?" "Hey, I am off duty, you can drop the sir. I'm not that much older than you." "Right, well I guess I owe you one again for the job." "You damn right. I didn't know you and Mr. Thomas had that much history. No worries man, just add it to your list. Is Ricky ready to jump the broom?" "Well, that's my other question. He says you and Nikolas are invited to the wedding. If you want to you can bring your wife." Scott added that last part with a little bite. In truth, Scott couldn't stand Lorraine. She was so fake and phony. She would flirt with the guys on the base and when she got caught, she would make herself look like the victim. She just acted like ever guy wanted her. At times, James would be so stressed about her that it left him unfocused. "Well, she's visiting family. In fact, we are separated." one of the best news Scott heard next to getting the job today. "Sorry to hear that, well come on down and see if you can pry Nikolas off a girl long enough to come." he laughed. "Alright, give us a week and I'll call you with the details." "Good, see you then." Scott said hanging up. "Well, your better half coming?" Ricky asked. "Ha ha, very funny. Yea he is and he's finally separated from that little viper." "Oh good." Scott looked down at his watch. He needed to wrap this up quickly. He knew Katrina would have dinner ready soon, "Well guys, hate to leave you but I have to go." Scott said. "Damn man, I was going to feed you." Ricky commented and Scott just laughed. "Nah, I have to go see my mom." "Alright, well talk to you later." "See you man." Scott said waving to the other guys. It was partially the truth, he needed to see his mom and dad. He wanted to drop by and tell them about the job, then he was going to Katrina's. Later that night, Scott got back to the house and saw the dinner table set up with candle lights. A man can get use to this kind of treatment, Scott thought with a smile. He took his jacket off and put it on the back of the couch to get a look at the table. "Katrina?" "Yea, here I come.' she came out of her bedroom, "Hey." She came out with a rob on smelling like she just stepped out of the shower. He hair framed her beautiful face. "Is all this for me?" he said looking towards the table, anything other than her long legs. "No actually I have another man coming over for dinner, so if you would please leave before he shows." she smiled and he walked closer to her. "I see you do want me to kill someone." he said pulling her close to kiss her. Scott swore that there is something in her kiss that leaves him drunk and wanting more. At that point, he forgot about dinner and wanted to take her back there to her room or his. She sensed his urgency when he tried to pull her closer and she backed away with a smile. "Stop now, we have to eat something." she said. "I'm hungry for something but it's not food." he said and she couldn't help but laugh. "You keep that up and I'm going to think all you want me for is sex." "That's only partially true." he smiled. "Silly man, can you come sit down and eat now? I have been waiting on you." "I know, I thought it wouldn't take that long, but you know how it is when we get together." "I know all too well." they both sat down a the table. "So, what do you have on under that robe?" he smiled. "Well since, you came after I got out of the shower, I didn't have time to put on clothes." "Alright." he ate a piece of bread, "I'm full, let's go to bed." she slapped his arm as he laughed. "Scott, sit down and be good." They talked a little about what's been going on so far. He loved that she can make him smile. When they were younger, she would make up these little silly songs just to annoy him and Ricky. She started to sing one of them and he couldn't help but laugh. It's funny how easy the conversation flowed between the two of them. There were no awkward silence between them and no need to force anything. "So, you got the job and finishing school, what now?" she asked, dabbing the corners of his mouth. "The usual: pass my bar, work as the DA, finish my contract with the Marines, and get my own place." "You trying to say you don't like living with me." she pouted and he shook his head. "I like your little condo baby, but I need some more room. I'm a big guy." "Oh you are not that big, but I guess." "But you never know, I may just have to take you with me." she couldn't the smile that spread over her face which made his heart skip. "I knew you liked me for more than sex." she leaned over to kiss him and he grabbed her elbow. He pulled her over to his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he deepened the kiss. His hand snaked into her robe, grasping her breast. She moaned into his mouth as he pinched her nipple. She spread her legs slightly and the smell of her arousal hit him so hard that his heart started to beat faster. It was the sweetest smell ever. Her hand fell from around his neck moving to his lap as his kisses moved to her neck. Her whole body was on fire and begging for release. She found the bulge in his lap and the moment she touched it his teeth scrapped her neck. She maneuvered her hand into his pants and grasped her cock. She heard his sudden in take of breath as she stroked him. He was going to lose if she kept this up. "Straddle me, kitty kat." he moaned. Finally, she has been waiting on this. As she got up, he unbuckled his pants letting his cock free. Just looking at it pulse made her pussy glisten more if that was possible. He needed to be inside of her, but he wanted to tease her a little. She straddle him and he pulled her to him to kiss her again. His fingers moved against her pussy lips and she jumped on contact. Her wetness coated his fingers which made it easy for his fingers to glide in and out of her. Her head fell on his shoulder as she rode his fingers. "Damn." he whispered as he felt pussy clench around his fingers. She shrugged her robe down revealing her gorgeous brown globes. His mouth latched to her nipple sucking and nibbling on the harden bud. She grasped his hair, holding him to her breast. He grinned to himself as he returned the same attention to her other nipple. "Oh baby that feels so good." she moaned arching her back. His thumb started circling her clit and she felt her control breaking. Her head started to spin and she couldn't form any words. Her body was trembling waiting on the release. He pulled his fingers out when he felt her about to cum. She narrowed her eyes at him in confusion and anger. It was a priceless look. She was about to yell at him until he lifted her up on his cock. He entered her slowly and felt her nails dig into his shoulder. He grabbed her hips and moved her up and down on his cock. He leaned his head back as she started her own rhythm completely taking over. Her original plan was to tease him back for what he did, but once she felt him inside her she realized she needed that release more. "Oh fuck, baby that feels good." he moaned. She was addicted to him, there was no other words for it. She leaned down and nibbled on his ear. She felt his body tremble as sucked on his lobe. Fuck this, he thought to himself. He started to move her faster, thrusting back up to meet her, "Oh fuck!" she screamed. "Damn baby, I love to feel your pussy wrapped around me. You feel so fucking good." he whispered. "Oh Scott fuck me." she moaned and he could do nothing but fulfill her request. She felt her body tighten and pussy contract. Her nails gripped him so hard he thought she might draw blood, but he didn't care. The only sound in the room was her short pants and their skin slapping against each other. Suddenly she screamed out her release and her pussy squeezed tightly around him. He was not far from joining her. Just the look of pure ecstasy on her face made him want to cum. His fingers thread into her hair, pulling hard. The sound that came out of his mouth was more animalistic than human as he came inside of her. His whole body shook as she still milked his cock. "Damn baby, you are going to kill me." he whispered and she laughed. "I think that's what you are going to do to me." she smiled. She leaned against him, she was so tired and her body felt heavy. Scott wrapped his arms around her and moved his to kiss her. "Babe, I know that we talked about it in your office, but I wanted to make it official." he said and she found the strength to sit up. "What's that?" "I wanted to make sure that we are officially together." "I think we already established that. You came in me twice, please believe you are my boyfriend now." his body shook as he laughed. "Alright, how about we go to bed?" "Sounds very nice." she held onto him running her fingers through his hair. It has been almost a month since they made everything official. It's been going great for the both of them. Besides helping out with the wedding, Scott has been busy working while she was busy with her own job. They always made time for each other though, whether it was at night in bed or going out to jazz clubs or restaurants. They would have to meet at places pretty far since they feared someone they knew would see them and tell Ricky. Katrina loved being around him and loved being spoiled by him. It wasn't just the places that he took her, but the way he spoiled her with affection. He always made a way to show her or tell her how he felt about her. She always returned it and gave much more since she felt herself falling deeper and deeper for him. However, there were a couple things that she would change. She would love to tell her brother that they were together and most importantly she wanted Scott to feel better about taking his shirt off in front of her. She bared it this long but she started to feel like he didn't trust her enough with this issue. Every time she thought to bring it up, she would ignore the nagging feeling. For now, she was he was still here with her. Scott had just got a call from James that they should be landing in about 30 minutes. He was up to his elbows in work and he didn't think he would be able to get them. It shouldn't take him long to finish up everything especially since he got some help. It was close to lunch, so he knew he should get a visitor pretty soon. "Hey Scott, I can't understand this right here, can you help me?" he looked up to see Yolanda coming in. Yolanda Carter was the other person that was hired. She is younger than him and was in her second year of law school. Every since they met, she insisted on working close to him in the same office even though she had her own space to work in. She wore skirts that were long enough for work but still grabbed a lot of the men's attention. She wore her long dark brown hair down constantly flipping it away from her face. Scott knew that she was doing all this to get his attention. She asked him almost every day if he wanted to go to lunch to her and he always declined. He told her that he was seeing someone and yet she still tried. "What's wrong Yolanda?" he asked. "Just this paragraph here, shouldn't it be worded differently?" she asked casually leaning towards him to show her cleavage. Didn't understand my ass, he thought. He went over it with her till and nodded the whole time staring at him. "Damn, I knew it. You are so smart, you know that." she smiled. "I do try." "Well I'm about to go to lunch pretty soon. I know you always say no, but I would like for you to join me, that way we can finish up and you won't have to worry about anything before your friend's wedding." "I'm pretty sure I will be okay. I'm going to work through my lunch. I have some other friends coming to visit." "Oh really?" she couldn't hide the disappointment., "I could bring you something back. I know this great place where they sell mouthwatering, hot sandwiches." her eyes traveled from his lips to his crotch. "Really?" he said lifting his eyebrow. "Yea if you don't mind." "Am I interrupting anything?" they both looked to the door and saw Katrina standing there. "And you are?" Yolanda said with a little bite. "Yolanda, this is Katrina." "Oh, you are Ricky's little sister. Scott has told me about you." "Really? And you are?" Katrina said returning that same bite Yolanda gave her and Scott tried to hide his smile. "I'm Yolanda Harris, I work with Scott." "Nice to meet you." "Um, you remember I told you that she is the maid of honor for the wedding. We need to go over a couple of things. You mind if we have some time alone?" Scott asked. "Sure. I'll see about bringing you one of those sandwiches." "It's alright, I'm good. I'll see you in an hour." Katrina was very annoyed by this girl. She was trying to push her breast all over her man and she heard that hot shit she said. Scott told her about Yolanda, but to see it made Katrina want to knock her on her ass. Yolanda sauntered past Katrina as she bit the inside of her mouth to stop something from slipping out. "If you need anything, let me know." Yolanda said. "No, we good, thank you." Katrina reiterate and closed the door. That was when Scott lowered his head to the desk to laugh, "I bet this is so amusing to you." she said. "Well you getting jealous, yea, it is a little amusing." "Please I was not jealous of her. I already got you. I just don't like persistent bitches." "You were very persistent in trying to get me." She put her hands on her hips, "That's different, it's me." "Come here baby." he said and she walked over to him. She didn't have to work today so she had on a red sundress that reached mid thigh and showed the tops of her breast. He sucked in his bottom lip as she sat on his lap. He kissed her deeply, slowly stroking her tongue with his. "Are you my lunch for today?" he whispered. "No, I was actually coming to see if you wanted me to take you to lunch." "I would love to babe, but I have to finish this." "That little hartlet is taking a lunch." "Well, I'm different. Besides, I need to finish it so I can have that week off for Ricky's wedding. I am glad you came though." "Why is that?" "My commander James and Nikolas are about to land and I was wondering if you could go and get them." "Sure, you want me to take them to a hotel or something?" "Nah, take them to your restaurant and I'll meet them there. I should be done by the time they finish lunch." "And you want me to feed them too? Damn, man." she sighed and he started tickling her, "Stop Scott." she said in between giggling. "Could you do that for me baby?" he said resting his hand on the top of her thighs. "Of course, when are they landing?" "Should be in another 20 to 30 minutes maybe." "Great time to tell me, why didn't you call?" "And miss me seeing you in this dress. I was going to, seriously." "Alright, I guess I'll go get them, but I need one more kiss." "You going to ask for it?" he teased and she licked her lips. He felt his body tremble as he watched her tongue travel slowly across her lips, "Do I have too?" she said. Every time he was with her, it seemed like the world disappeared and only the two of them mattered. She moved in to kiss him passionately. His cock twitch as her hand moved down his shirt. She pulled his shirt out of his pants wanting to feel his skin. He took a hold of her hair, angling her head to deepen the kiss. His body was starting to ache for her and he wanted to feel her touch. She moved her hand under his shirt and tank top. She was ecstatic to get this far. Her hand grazed against a scar and he grabbed her hand. "Um, we better stop so that I can get some work done." he said looking down at her hand in his. She sighed trying to mask her disappointment. She couldn't understand it and maybe she never will. She told him all the time it didn't mattered what he looked like without his shirt, she just wanted to see him. Scott didn't want to look up because he knew what he would see on his face. He felt like a heel stopping her, but he still didn't feel comfortable showing his scars. He didn't want to relive that moment when he was around her. The silence in the room was deafening and for some reason, it hurt Katrina. "I better go and get them." she finally said, getting up. "Katrina, baby..." he started. "It's okay. I'll see you when you get to the restaurant." she said, "See you later." He sat back in his seat as watched her walk out. He slapped his hand against the desk in frustration. He had to get over this soon or he might lose her. \* \\\Sorry for the long wait, I just got this new computer after mine crashed. I thank everyone who still messaged me though. Enjoy!!\\\\*
Mature Prudish Woman Blackmailed Ch. 02	44,730	4.66	1,439,535	[ "gynaecologist", "humiliation", "cuckold", "wife", "submissive", "spanking", "tit slapping", "watching", "fetish" ]	This story is part 2 of Mature Prudish Woman Blackmailed. It is advised that you read part one first. All comments welcomed. \\\\\* Two years had passed since I had married and become pregnant by my young lover. In that time I had been incredibly fortunate to conceive and carry another perfectly normal child, before my periods had stopped altogether and I had become infertile. Those two years were wonderful, not least in the bedroom, as I had caught up on 30 or more years of sexual repression and a puritanical lifestyle. One weekend my in-laws looked after my babies to give me a rest (or so they said, in fact they just wanted an excuse to indulge themselves of their beloved grandchildren) I had hand-expressed milk for them and also made up formula for them in my absence and packed them off, both reluctantly and excitedly for the weekend. Jack had been forced to go into work on an emergency, therefore spoiling my first day entirely. I was pissed off big time and had gone to a friend's house, where several women gathered and sat around drinking wine and gossiping. I got rather tipsy. I was at home when Jack returned and I launched into him about him being a bastard and working instead of being with me. He explained all the reasons why he had had to work (which were perfectly reasonable and understandable and basically he was in the right.) This didn't cut any ice with me, I was being a complete bitch and wouldn't even consider the fact that his day had been ruined too and that he no more wanted to work than I did. As the row continued Jack was becoming more and more upset with my attitude towards him, but my wine befuddled brain didn't want to know. Jack warned me and then warned me again and again about what I was saying to him and how I was treating him. That was when the words that would change things in our life spilled out. "So what are you going to do about it then? Put me over your knee?" I said in a mocking and taunting voice. So he did. The first I knew was when Jack grabbed my arm and pulled me across the room to a high backed chair. I was laid over his knee with my dress around my waist before I knew it. The first hard and loud 'smack' startled me into silence for a moment, until my brain registered what was happening, and when the second, third, fourth etc hit me I became really angry. "Let me go you bastard, how dare you do this to me? Who the hell do you think you are?" I screamed at him. Jack remained detached and simply tanned my ass for me. ... As I smacked Julie's selfish ass for her, I couldn't help but start to actually enjoy it. I looked down at her gorgeous cheeks as they became redder and redder, I grabbed the sexy, lacy panties she always wore for me and pulled them down her thighs, her bum now totally bare to me. The spanking continued for quite a while until I noticed one very big difference in the situation. Julie had gone quiet. Gone were the bucking and writhing and physical attempts to stop me and gone were the verbal obscenities and complaints. As I smacked her ass I thought I noticed something, and then thought, "No I was mistaken, but shortly afterwards I thought, There it goes again." Julie's legs were opening, only by an inch at a time, but it was enough to expose her pussy to me. Her hips had started to raise themselves in time with my hand coming down across her bum, again only by an almost imperceptible amount at first, but it was becoming more pronounced each time. After a few more minutes, during which time there was no longer any doubt about my wife's reactions, I slid my hand down her ass and cupped her pussy in my palm, the middle finger just parting her slightly, just enough to feel her sodden lips. What happened next was pure instinct on both our parts. We had never studied the spanking scene or been interested in any way with BDSM or the milder dom/sub scene. We were just two people in love who followed our gut instinct. I pulled Julie off my lap and told her to stand. I ordered her to the bedroom and to stand in the corner. Julie stood like a little girl holding her sore ass cheeks in both her hands, looking at the floor. I went to the bed and got two pillows which I placed on top of each other at the foot of the bed, right on the edge. I simply pointed at them and Julie instinctively knew what I wanted. ... As Jack pointed at the bed I quietly moved to it. I lay across the bed my arms spread-eagle with my face in the sheets. I lay with my pelvis over the pillows with my feet on the floor and my legs spread wide. I had my heels on which helped my position and how I looked. With my panties around one leg and my ass and pussy pushed upwards I was ready, Oh God was I ready. Without discussing it, we both knew that this was to be a 'punishment fuck' it was nothing to do with me, it was simply the man using my pussy for his pleasure. This turned me on even more, years before when Jack had first ever told me to turn over, I took it as an order and it gave me a thrill to realise that I got sexually excited at the submissive nature of the moment. Now I submissively waited to be taken by him again. (In all the months and years to come, whenever I was punish-fucked by Jack I never failed to orgasm. I was always so turned on, that I was way ahead of Jack in readiness to cum. I hid this to the best of my ability because it wasn't about me, it was about him using me and if I took any obvious pleasure from it, it would ruin the scene we had created.) ... The fuck lasted nothing more than a few minutes, I was rock hard and so turned on as I watched my cock stretch that pussy to its limits. The sight of her ass cheeks red raw and already starting to show the makings of several bruises sent me over the top. I fucked her like a bitch on heat, I didn't care about her needs or anything. That pussy was mine and I used it. ... We lay in each others arms not speaking for ages until Jack moved from me. I was laid face down then suddenly flinched in fear as he touched my bum cheeks (it was too soon for another spanking) but then I felt his hands gently caressing my rosy mounds. Jack had got some cream from my dresser and was gently and tenderly applying it to my rapidly bruising cheeks. The fire in my bum abated a little as he applied to cold cream and I felt myself snuggling into the bed and actually making appreciative noises like I was purring! Although things like this needed to be spontaneous, the extreme (for us) nature of what had happened and what would undoubtedly happen again, needed to be discussed. ... Julie and I talked about what had happened and how much we were both turned on by it. However there needed to be boundaries, safe words for Julie when she wanted me to stop, that would let me know she wasn't acting. Julie would also need recovery time, this was not hardcore BDSM and neither did we want it to be. I did not want to cut or hurt my baby any amount above the mild spanking I had given her. She would however be still bruised for a while afterwards and we had to decide how often she wanted/needed this to happen. We needed to learn as we progressed as we were simply amateurs following instinct. We realised that we had to be very careful. ... The most surprising element of the direction we had taken hit me long after the actual event. As my bruises came out on my bum I realised that they were actually giving me great pleasure. As I walked or sat or moved around I could feel the soreness in my cheeks and I loved it. I found myself standing and re-sitting more than was necessary, just so I could get that painful/pleasurable ache as I sat. I became very aware of my ass and the pain it brought me was exquisite. After a couple of weeks I had recovered and I was starting to miss that constant pleasurable feeling my sore ass had given me. I asked Jack to punish me again. I prepared myself for our first planned session, shaking, nervous and a little excited. I had been wearing stockings and garter belts for Jack almost constantly and knew how turned on by it he was. However I knew that this time it would be THE time of all for him. I knew that dressed as I was, in the situation we would be in, would blow his mind. ... We decided to change the method for Julie's punishment and tonight I was going to use a belt and a cane (to an agreed level) on her poor ass. I was nervous and excited as I waited for Julie to enter the bedroom and when she did I was stopped dead. She looked stunningly sexy, but when unprompted she lay herself over the pillows and lay face down on the bed, I nearly came in my pants. Julie had bought a shelf bra which presented her tits to me so sexily as she walked across the room, she looked gorgeous, when she bent over the bed in her black stockings, lacy suspender belt, her shapely legs sculpted by the most outrageous pair of black stilettos you have ever seen, she looked as good as any woman could ever have looked. This was the hottest sight I had ever seen in my life, and she was mine! ... I lay in nervous anticipation, but Jack made sure my anxiety wasn't prolonged. The first swish of the belt cracked across my buttocks and made me groan. It was beautiful. For the duration of my discipline I was lost in myself and the blissful torture of the moment. I squirmed and writhed and ground my tits into the bed as my lover used a belt and then a cane on me. The rhythmical sting of the cane as Jack punished me was so pleasurable that for the first time in my life I came without any sexual activity. I don't know if the cane caught my pussy and I was unaware of it (I highly doubt it, as it would have been seriously painful) but something suddenly started to spark between my legs. My vagina was convulsing and twitching unaided as I had the most explosive orgasm you can imagine without even being touched there. Jack suddenly stopped caning me and simply fucked me. I don't know how quickly other women can orgasm in quick succession, but as Jacks huge cock plundered my pussy and I felt the exquisite pain as he grabbed my ass cheeks in his hands and squeezed them violently, I had another body wracking orgasm, screaming and wailing as my body and my vagina reached new heights. ... I gazed down at my wife's beautiful ass, all red and purple with bruises and dozens of lines across her cheeks where the cane had hit her and I watched her screaming and panting in ecstasy, having the first double orgasm that I had ever given her. I watched my cock fuck her sodden cunt and I simply exploded. Incredibly powerful jets of cum erupted from me, more intense and strong than ever, what an orgasm! Julie lay over the pillows for a while as we both 'came back down' from the experience. My God what a sight, black stocking clad legs, garter belt and those great legs in those outrageous stilettos. She eventually stood (very gingerly due to her stinging ass) and moved onto the bed properly. As she lay face down I moved to her and tenderly and lovingly poured soothing oil onto her bum and very carefully massaged it in for her. God how I loved her, I was going to have a problem reconciling that fact with the fact I was getting great sexual pleasure from hurting her. I was trying to balance things out somehow later that night, when I made love to Julie in the gentlest way and with the most tenderness that I knew how. ... A few days after the spanking had passed and my bruises had really come out now. Jack and I had put the babies down for the night and had started to 'get amorous' on the couch. We were both horny and the sex rapidly turned into one of those frantic, grabbing, grasping fired up kind of desperate fucks. We were tearing at each others bodies acting like dogs in heat. Jack was toying with my nipples squeezing them and pulling at them, when in his frantic excitement he pinched and pulled them at the same time, a little too hard. "Ouch, oh that hurt baby," I yelped. Jack was mortified he had hurt me so and started to apologise profusely. I leant my forehead against his and whispered, "Oh baby, please do it again." Startled Jack seemed to look into my face for confirmation, "Please Jack, do it to me again, I need it" I whispered. We then proceeded to have a wild and frantic fuck, Jack pulling, pinching and squeezing my breasts. He would pull my breasts by the nipples to the fullest extent then pinch the hard aching buds at that point. As I said before this was not violent, abusive BDSM, this was us making love. Jack just seemed to know instinctively what the cut off point for my pain threshold was. It was painful but only to the point of being pleasurably so. ... Julie's tits had always been exactly how I love them, then her pregnancy elevated them into a whole different league. Now however, with her breasts still swollen and heavy with breastfeeding and always having hard, purple, bruised and constantly erect nipples, they were out of this world. ... A few days after our spanking night, I was walking in town pushing my babies along. I had enjoyed the soreness in my body since we had started this new adventure, but it was just then that the whole aspect of what I was feeling hit me. I was suddenly so aware of myself and my body, I could feel my bruised bum with every step I took. My nipples were incredibly tender yet I was doing everything I could to stimulate them. I would deliberately pick out a bra with no padding at all, so the harsh rough lace would scrape against my nipples and stimulate them. Sometimes I would go out braless, not in see-through or revealing tops (This was about us not anyone else) but in blouses that would enable my breasts to bounce as I walked, to jiggle and to sway from side to side (especially in my heels, which I seemed to wear almost exclusively for this purpose) The stimulation of the fabric against my nipples as I walked excited me and my whole body seemed to thrill with the exquisite pleasure that soreness gave me. Due to the bruising of my nipples and the way I acted towards them, it meant they were permanently erect, engorged and stimulated. I felt so ALIVE. I was trying to keep what figure I had after giving birth twice. I was swimming at the local pool regularly (or as often as two babies would allow) I had to be very careful depending on the condition of my body, for instance, if I had received my punishment recently then I would be marked and bruised. In those times I would make sure I was alone before undressing, leaving my shower until I got home and quickly putting my dress on to cover myself again. I had not had a spanking from Jack for a couple of weeks and the bruises had all but gone. I went to the pool and after swimming I joined the other women in showering. After doing this for a few days I started to notice one of the women looking at me, I tried to ignore it but after taking a sneaky look in the wall mirror I could plainly tell, she was looking at my tits and my ass. Because of this unwanted attention, I couldn't help but start to look at her in return. To cut a long story short one day it finally hit me - she too had the marks of being disciplined. Other women would not notice, as none of us were models with flawless complexions, we all sported the marks and blemishes of real life. But to someone involved in the same sexual activity, it was all so clear. I could see the slightly black marks underneath the surface that were indicative of old bruises that were all but gone. One day we caught each other looking, and looked up at the same time. We exchanged a slightly embarrassed, but knowing smile. A few days later and my body was having withdrawal symptoms from being spanked and disciplined, I was very horny yes, but my body was aching more for the pleasure a little pain would bring, as much as simply having sex. I waited for everyone to leave the changing rooms and in desperation I went around the corner into a little hidden area of the L shaped room. I couldn't stop myself, I needed to feel alive again, so I stood, naked and pulled my nipples. I pinched and pulled and stretched and squeezed myself, longing for the exquisite feeling of blood rushing into my nipples, engorging them and for the gentle ache/pain that would follow. "Shall I help you with that Dear?" It stunned me and brought me out of my dream like state. Before I could even react or respond, the woman who I knew shared my tastes stepped forward and shocked me into silence when she harshly slapped the side of my breast. "What the?... How?... Why are you?... were the only incoherent things I managed to emit, during which time she had slapped my breast twice, three times, four. The woman was older than me and bigger in height, body type and breast size, I found myself meekly lowering my arms to my sides and submitting to her as she slapped my tits from one side to the other quite harshly. This unexpected 'assault' had me stunned into inactivity and by the time a few minutes had passed, my tits were bright red. She slapped the sides, slapped down onto them and hit them with what could only be described as an upper cut in order to strike my sagging nipples full on. What would have happened if we had been undisturbed I will never know, but the sudden bang of the double doors and the echo of chatter coming down the corridor broke the spell. The woman turned to leave and I rather pathetically whispered, "Thank you." "That's all right dear she said, I have lived the life you are doing for years. I simply recognised a soul mate and I knew your need. She continued, I only wish I had had someone to turn to at times, I was just happy to help. Who knows she said as a parting comment, you may be able to return the favour someday." She simply left. The nearing voices shook me from my inactivity and I instantly realised I needed to get some clothes on before they rounded the corner. I rushed to my hook, put on my tiny white panties, grabbed my light summer frock and pulled it down. The journey home was so exciting, and so illicit. Braless I felt the new experience of my whole breast aching, rather than just the nipple to be incredibly stimulating. As I walked along, my breasts swaying and bouncing wildly against my dress, I marvelled at what had just happened. We were not lesbians, this was not the start of a same sex affair, the woman had simply recognised a 'Kindred Spirit' and on a once only basis, had both helped me and taught me, how to take my sex life a little further. ... Julie undressing before me that night gave me a major shock, her tits were red and swollen and bruised. My first reaction was an obvious and reasonable assumption to jump to, she had been with another man and indulged her needs with him. I don't need to recount the conversation, suffice it to say, as I was told of the days shocking proceedings, I at first became nervous of what she was about to tell me, then amazed by what had happened and slowly but increasingly excited, not on my own behalf, but on Julie's. As she told me the story I could see her slowly becoming agitated, she began to flush and I could tell the excitement in her voice, she seemed to be coming alive right in front of my eyes. Whatever happened to my wife today had had a profound impact on her. ... I so desperately needed Jack to firstly accept my behaviour, secondly appreciate it, and thirdly fuck me into oblivion! I slid to the floor in front of him and in an agitated and frantic state I sucked his cock for him like a cheap whore. I needed him inside me desperately and told him so. "Please Jack, use me like a slut," I begged He lay on the bed and simply said "Help yourself," with a grin on his face. I climbed on the bed and slung one leg over him, reaching down I took his rock hard cock and guided in between my legs. I sat back on him and felt that oh so familiar sensation as my vagina was forced open. Due to being used by this big cock for a couple of years now and the birth of two children I no longer had the tight virgin like channel Jack had enjoyed at first, he had stretched me out. I was still small enough down there though, that it didn't stop the feeling of my soft wet walls being forced apart deep inside me. I impaled myself on him and started to fuck myself with his cock while he lay back just grinning and watching. I sat upright on him and clasped my hands behind my head. "Oh please baby, I need it, I need you to slap me, use me, hurt me baby," I was desperate for him to use my already red, swollen and tender breasts. ... Slap. I gently slapped the side of Julie's tits one after the other, just gently knocking them from side to side. I slowly increased the force with which I hit them, until they bounced and bucked and jumped wildly. I slapped her on the sides, then slapped down on them and then used the back of my hand to hit her bruised nipples in an uppercut motion. I looked at Julie and I was amazed, it was as though I had lost her for the moment. Her head was thrown back and she looked like she was in another zone. As she raised herself up and down on me I grabbed and pulled her nipples which seemed to flick a switch. ... The exertion of using Jack's huge cock and having to raise myself to the highest point I could, then sliding it back into me, the incredible sensation and feeling it gave me, the intense pain/pleasure in my breasts, left me sweating and panting, my hair stuck to my face and my body slick with sweat. Then it happened, it was all too much for me, I opened my legs as far as I could, which allowed me to drop into his lap and impale myself totally on his cock. At that moment as I felt his cock head press against my sensitive cervix and I felt as full of his cock as I ever had done before, Jack gave my nipples a squeeze and pulled them to their absolute limit. I came like never before. Sparks went off all over my body, not just my stretched and battered pussy, but it seemed like my entire insides were climaxing. I clenched my bum cheeks which gave me a slight painful thrill, my breasts and nipples were on fire. My whole body was alive and in a convulsing orgasm. ... I lay there like a piece of meat. My beautiful wife had simply used my cock as a means to an end. I felt a little jealous watching her as though it had nothing to do with me. Watching her cum like that was an incredible turn on and I wanted to use her in return. Swiftly grabbing her and rolling her over and directing her onto her knees, I simply grabbed her hips and fucked her like a bitch. I pounded her sodden wet pussy violently (It was weird, almost like I was fucking someone I hated) and I had myself a climax, which although it didn't come close to matching Julie's, was still an incredibly powerful and pleasant one. ... Making love to this young boy over our time together had been a wonderful thing. Whether making love or having sex he had always pleasured me as much as I thought he could. Today that changed, the orgasm I had just had, elevated my sexuality to a whole different level. It had excited me so much I wanted to be dirty and although I wasn't and never would be a slut outside my marriage, I wanted to feel and act like one for my lover. When Jack pulled his wonderful long length from me, I knelt on the bed and just like all that time ago, I let his cum fall from me. This time however I didn't let it soak the sheets for me to sleep in, this time I caught it all in the palm of my hand. I looked Jack in the eye, told him how much I loved him and in an action that I would never have thought possible at one time, I raised my hand to my mouth and let the massive amount of semen he had pumped into my pussy, slowly slide from my hand into my mouth. The spanking and 'tit slapping' sex life we had developed between us continued. We studied scenes posted on the internet of couples engaged in the spanking and tit slapping activities and learned how others had developed their methods. We would always allow a few weeks to pass between sessions. This enabled me to recover physically and it also meant that it did not become commonplace and we wouldn't tire of it. It remained something special between us. Oh God how it used to frustrate me waiting though. I would yearn for, need and be desperate for Jack to spank and slap me, but that frustration of having to wait, simply made the exquisite ache for release even more tortuous. The lovemaking when the time did finally arrive, was worth every frustrating, moment that my body had been aching for and crying out for. After my discipline, the condition of my body and the feeling I had when I was in this state, somehow made the bond between my husband and I stronger. As I felt the ache as I went about my daily activities, it somehow felt like he was there, he had done this to me and every time I felt it, it brought him closer in my mind. Even breastfeeding my babies brought me fresh stimulation. Feeding my babies was in absolutely no way a sexual thing, but the tender nipples when suckled by my children and the wonderful hurt it caused me, somehow bonded us even closer. The beautiful sensation a woman has when feeding her children was simply intensified a hundred fold. I have no secrets for my husband Except one We had had a lovemaking session a few days previously and my body was freshly marked with the raised welts, redness and bruises from the cane. My breasts were red and sore and bruised all over from the session and as usual my nipples were constantly erect and engorged from Jack's attention. I needed my annual pap smear and called into the clinic to book an appointment with Dr. Jones, the lady who had done my test since I could remember. It was a logistical nightmare trying to find the time with two children to look after and while they were with their grandparents for the afternoon I called at the clinic to make an appointment. I was told my timing couldn't have been better as they had just got a 'no show' for an examination and I could be seen immediately. The relief I felt as I realised that I could get it out of the way here and now clouded my thinking, it wasn't until I had gone through into the examining room that the obvious finally hit me, "Oh God, what about the condition of my body?" the realisation hit me like a stone. I tried to make apologies and back out of the exam, but the nurse would have none of it and quite simply bullied me into going ahead. "Please undress behind the screen, the Doctor will be here in a moment he is just getting ready." That was the second thing my befuddled brain didn't pick up on until it was too late, "He." Although in the privacy of my own bedroom I had become very active sexually, that was in private. In public I still remained that shy, timid and puritanical woman that I naturally was, just because I loved to screw with my husband didn't alter who I was and had been all my life. Naked, nervous and incredibly embarrassed, I stood in front of this stranger. He was older than I expected and was probably nearing retirement. I felt him looking up and down at my body and wanted the ground to open and swallow me up. He had me sit on the gynaecological chair in the normal position and asked me to put one arm behind my head. He then began to examine my breasts for any sign of lumps or abnormalities. It was torture. Of all the actions that I didn't need at that point in time was a breast examination. The very actions I didn't need were a man pushing his fingers into every square inch of my flesh and rubbing with a circular motion. It was that action which re-stimulated every bruise and sore point there was. When he touched my nipples I nearly shot out of the chair. "Mrs Grove, I am sorry to have to ask you this, but it is part of the position I hold, he paused a little then continued, I have to ask, are you being abused or beaten in the home? Are you the victim of domestic violence Mrs Grove? You must tell me." "I could have died having to tell a complete stranger this, but I knew this was a dangerous situation for us and I had to be completely honest. I looked at him and felt surprisingly thankful towards him for his concern. "No Doctor, I began, please believe me what you see here is the result of one hundred percent, totally consensual sexual activity. There is nothing abusive going on here." He seemed to accept this and asked me to lie back on the chair and to put my legs in the stirrups. I wanted to die. As my legs opened I actually felt my pink, wet lips separate from each other due to their stickiness. This Doctor had probably seen, over the course of his career, every type of woman there is. From a frightened fourteen year old virgin, to the cynical seen it all before old lady and all types in-between would had been in his chair. But that was no consolation to me, I felt like the shy virgin, I had never been examined by a man before and all the elements of the situation conspired against me. I felt the incredible embarrassment of my body condition, the humiliation and sheer embarrassment of my physical position in front of this stranger, the desperately unwanted manipulation of my vagina by his fingers as he felt my outer lips and pulled my little pink lips from side to side looking for any signs of abnormalities. These emotions and feeling like a shy little virgin under his gaze had the worst possible effect. I was incredibly wet down there. Although the Doctor had probably seen it all before, that didn't help me in the here-and-now, it quite simply left me in the humiliating state of obvious sexual arousal. It was an ever decreasing circle, the more embarrassed I was the wetter I became and the wetter I became the more embarrassed I was. The Doctor tried to ignore my state and in a professional manner he still put gel on his fingers to enter me. (I read later that this was standard practice and didn't draw any more attention than was necessary to the patient's state of lubrication.) I lay tense and uncomfortable with what was to happen next. After explaining the reasons behind it, he inserted one finger into my anus and one into my vagina simultaneously. I audibly gasped and my pelvis rose. The examination simply went from bad to worse. After changing gloves, he pushed two fingers into my vagina and bent them upwards slightly and began pressing on my abdomen to feel my tubes etc. I swear I couldn't help it, it was an involuntary action that I was totally unaware I was making. The fingers in me were making me clench my bum, which in turn just served to make the situation worse as the pain/pleasure of my tender cheeks stung me. I was ever so slightly raising my hips to meet his fingers. The situation was getting out of hand and my actions and reactions were making the examination more and more difficult. So in what I believe was a very experienced decision the Doctor resolved the situation. He made me cum. In an amazingly professional and detached way the Medic simply ran his thumb across my engorged, hard, aching clitoris. Three, four, five, by the time his thumb grazed across my throbbing little button for only the sixth time I came. The Doctor did not continue, as soon as he knew I was going to have an orgasm he simply stood and walked to a table and facing the wall he pretended to read something. As I shuddered, I could hear the nurse in the next room banging things and sorting instruments or whatever she was doing. I needed to orgasm quietly and managed to get through the shocking climax with only a few grunts. After a few moments the Doctor turned around and acting as though nothing whatsoever had happened, he continued my examination totally detached and professionally. I believe this man was so experienced he knew there was only one way to deal with the situation and I believe he acted without reproach and simply resolved the situation that 'The stupid woman in the chair' had created. After inserting the speculum and looking at parts of me no man had ever seen before, he took a swab and coldly told me we were finished. On hearing this, the nurse re-entered the room, "Could she hear everything after all?" I wondered. She handed me a paper towel to mop up the terrible mess between my legs. "Did she just smirk at me?" I wondered, and then as I stood I caught sight of myself in the mirror. There was the most obvious post-orgasm rash around my throat and the top of my chest! I was told that I could get dressed again and as I went to the screen I did something I didn't understand then and I don't understand now. This puritanical, shy, innocent little housewife got her clothes and then deliberately stepped a couple of paces from behind the screen into view. I wanted him to see me naked, I wanted him to watch me dress. Although this man had seen the very insides of my vagina and been party to things with me no other man had ever been, somehow being naked in a 'normal' sense and not spread-eagle like a specimen was different. In the examination I had been nobody to him and he was just simply a man doing the procedure on me. Now I was an ordinary woman who found herself standing naked, not in front of a doctor, but in front of a strange man. It was not allowing my state of arousal to abate. He pretended he wasn't looking. Feeling very, very naughty and still quite turned on, I instinctively put my heels on first. Had I dressed then put my shoes on normally it would have been unnoticeable, but stood naked except for heels I was just begging to be looked at. I deliberately faced him so he could see me naked in a natural situation. I really didn't know why I was doing this, I didn't want to do anything with him, I was fiercely loyal and faithful to my young husband. I could only assume the new found confidence I had, strangely and perversely coupled with the acute embarrassment I had just experienced, only served to make a heady cocktail that I didn't know how to deal with. I pulled on my tiny (and I mean TINY) white panties, deliberately as slowly as I could, getting them caught a little on my thighs which 'accidentally' delayed me hiding my neat little hairy pussy from his view. I reluctantly pulled the tiny fabric over my pussy and hitched the thin strap in the rear right up into my bum. Although I was wearing a bra when I arrived, I wanted the journey home to stimulate my bruised nipples, I also wanted him to see my tits a little longer as I pulled my little summer frock over my head. At the time the frock was over my head and our faces were hidden from each other, the Doctor didn't think I could see him looking. He watched as I stood in my tiny panties and heels, breasts swaying until the dress fell down over my body and covered me from view. And this incident is one that will definitely not be shared with my intensely jealous and possessive husband (not yet). It was at this point I finally realized that my sex drive and sex life were stating to get out of hand. I didn't come to that conclusion just because I wanted a stranger to see me naked, no I came to the realization because I had started fantasizing all the time. Jack had been an avid porn fan in his youth and he had brought that habit into our marriage. I used to like to watch porn with him and marveled at what for me was so novel, new and exciting. Watching others have sex was incredibly 'way out' to me and I couldn't believe that amateurs would actually film themselves then post it on the internet. We watched clips on sites like xhamster and looked at all the different types of sexual habits there was out there. I was fascinated by all the different angles there was to peoples likes and tastes I began to get quietly, but very excited, when we saw the 'wife watching' stuff. I came to understand that this is usually a male preserve, getting into watching the wife fuck, but it wasn't Jack who was turned on by it (or so I thought) it was me! We didn't know it at the time but we both liked same idea (as a fantasy no more) but were both too shy for either to openly admit it. We didn't watch the pro-produced stuff as it seemed so plastic, false and scripted, but the homemade porn caught my imagination. One thing that captured my imagination and became the root of all my fantasies, was the idea of being in a room with 2-3 strangers and all of them taking me. I didn't get into the clips of swingers and group sex etc, where they all seemed to know each other and it seemed to be a regular thing, what turned me on was being used by total strangers. I loved Jack desperately and he kept me more than busy in bed, but I had been awakened, I was jealous that all the other women in the world had enjoyed what I was enjoying for their whole lives and not just for the last couple of years. I was only 53 and Jack had created an insatiable woman in me. Jack and I both realized that this was becoming an issue when we found that our comments were changing. We used to watch clips and say "Oh how could she?" "Yeah as if that would ever happen," and be generally dismissive of the issue. Without realizing it, we had migrated to "Wow I bet she loved that." and "Oh how horny and hot is this?" type comments. ... I loved watching porn with my beautiful wife and I loved how alive and vibrant she became whilst watching. I fully understood Julie's old life and how it affected her now. I loved her dearly and she me, so any idea of another man having her turned my stomach with jealousy. However the more we watched and the more I discretely observed her and her reactions, I started to get a little hot myself. In a moment of nonsensical reasoning I found myself thinking, "After what you did to her and what you put her through a couple of years ago, you owe it to her." I know this line of reasoning was ridiculous, but the level of love I had for her, when combined by the level of guilt I sometimes felt towards her, created a very potent cocktail in my head. I was going to let her do it, what's more I was going to have to be the one to actually organize it all. "Julie, I said to get her attention, tell me truthfully sweetheart, would you actually like to have the experience of sleeping with a stranger?" In an instant the atmosphere changed, you could suddenly cut it with a knife, the most anxious, exciting, fearful, heart pounding, seconds passed. "Only with your permission Darling, she whispered barely being able to speak, I will never ever cheat on you, or be unfaithful to you in any way, but if we could do it together, if we could turn it into an experience a loving couple could share, then I would like to yes." The die was cast, we made slow lingering love, not a frantic fuck as you would expect in the circumstances. This wasn't simply an exercise in getting Julie fucked, this was two people embarking on a frightening journey and we needed to show our love for each other as a security thing. The set-up was long and laborious and I won't bore you with it. The only major issue for me, was what did I do when this was going on? Did I sit at home waiting for my wife to return and tell me all about it? Or did I go completely the other direction and actually sit on the bed holding her hand and almost being a part of it? In the end we settled on somewhere in between, I would stay in the bathroom until they had started and slowly creep out and stand in a corner. Although everyone involved would know I was there and it would create a feeling of security for Julie, I wasn't going to be noticeable and spoil their fun. ... As I walked along the hotel corridor in was literally shaking, I was incredibly nervous, but I was excited and frightened at the same time. I knocked on the door and went in. That's when the abstract fantasy and theoretical situation changed. The whole situation became so real in the here-and-now. There wasn't a man waiting for me, there were two, and they were both black. In my fantasies, the man was white, young, good looking, a hunk straight from a cologne advert. What Jack had arranged for me was two of the most nondescript black guys you could imagine. They didn't look like homeless hobos or tramps don't get me wrong, but one was fat, about 60 and not to put too fine a point on it - ugly, and one guy about 50 that you would walk past in the street without even noticing. It was then I realized, Jack had known all along what this was about, he had fully understood the theoretical fantasy that I had and had been ahead of me in understanding what I needed. If I was going to have sex with a stranger, then that's what it had to be, not some hired hunk to make love to and live out a glossy magazine fantasy, but dirty sex with two random men from the street. Jack and I both understood that sex was 10% physical and 90% mental. The physical sensations would be more or less the same whoever you were with, but the 90% that the mind controlled, the matter of who, where, when, how, you were doing things, was what determined the level of the sexual experience. If I had wanted a genuine stranger experience and not some sham arrangement, I was about to get it. "But two of them? And black?" I stood feeling overdressed, they both wore plain, bland everyday clothes and I had on a cocktail dress. We would still be there now, staring at each other if guy one (I never wanted to know names, that was what made it so dirty) approached me, took me by the hand and pulled me further into the room and towards the bed. "Now then little lady, why don't we all get a little more acquainted?" he said. In a daze I let him kiss me. "God I was kissing this unknown old guy and not just the lip kissing but he had started pushing his tongue onto mine outside out mouths, licking each others tongues and sucking on each other, just like in all the clips I had seen. It was dirty kissing and I tried to make myself stop thinking about who I was with and where, but then I realized that was the whole point! Although I had been shocked and knocked awry by the two chosen by my husband, I had no intention of backing out. They took turns kissing me and fondling my bum. As guy two had me in a clinch feverously slurping on my outstretched tongue, I felt my zipper go down at the back. I stopped kissing him and stepped back and as I lowered my dress from my shoulders and eased it down over my body, I did so never breaking eye contact with my beloved husband, who stood in the corner watching me. I stood before two total and absolute strangers in the lingerie my 'cologne advert man' would have appreciated. I also realized at that point why Jack had insisted that I wear white stockings and suspenders and the white shelf bra and tiny panties, the contrast between these black men who were just about to fuck me and the virginal white that I wore was stark and exciting. My body was clean and free of any marks, I had not been disciplined in the lead up, both of us wanting me to look my best. I left my shelf bra on so it held my breasts up as though I was presenting them to these men and stood in my heels, as man one knelt before me and slowly pulled down my panties. The feeling was so incredibly exciting, my pussy was slowly exposed to him and for the first time ever I revealed a perfectly smooth and completely hairless pubic mound to a man. I found myself turned on by telling him that I had just shaved it an hour ago, especially for him. Things seemed to move quickly once I was exposed to these strangers, the sight of my body naked and available seemed to spur them on. They wasn't here to make love to me, they were here because someone told them they could fuck me. Guy one stood, then pushed me down to the floor. "Get my cock out lady, he ordered and suck it real good for me." He was joined at my side by his friend and I reached for two zippers at the same time. After unzipping them I pulled out two big, long and gnarled black cocks, one was about the same size as Jack and one a bit smaller. I felt so excited and so relieved when I found that they had cocks big enough to satisfy me, both the fantasy and the reality wouldn't work for me if they had had small cocks. Jack had been all too aware of this when he found my 'lovers' for me, they were going to satisfy me very nicely. I then alternately put the dicks of two men who I had never seen until a couple of minutes before, into my mouth. I was sucking off a man other than my husband, I was sucking two complete and utter strangers' cocks. As I held them both at the base, the big lengths were long enough to go through my fist and still bend back towards the floor at the other side. Guy-two's dick hardened and became rigid and smooth but older man one who was the biggest of the two stayed a little soft-ish. It was as though he couldn't get enough blood to make him fully erect just like I had seen in some pornos. As I drew his helmet into my mouth I found that his cock head stayed a little soft too and was spongy and had a leathery look to it, not like his rigid and smooth friend. I knelt like a whore and sucked their cocks. I sucked on and on as I waited for them to make the next move, I did not want to initiate anything, I wanted them to use me in anyway they wanted and to be simply used by them. "Time for the show lady," said man one as he quite roughly pulled me up to my feet. He dragged me (quite unnecessarily harshly, but I think he was getting all fired up and turned on) by the hand to the bed and pushed me on. "On your knees baby, I like to fuck white bitches like a dog," he commanded. Had Jack told them to be like this? Or was the guy treating me like shit naturally? I turned over on the bed, lowered my face into the sheets, raised my hips and presented my dripping wet pink pussy for him to use. I was ready, Jesus I was ready. He settled in behind me and after only a few minutes since seeing this man for the first time ever, I let him push his big black cock through my waiting smooth lips, force open my inner lips and open my vagina with his big tool. He pushed himself into me until he was fully embedded inside me. A complete and total stranger was fucking me. And that's what he did. There was to be no finesse, he wasn't interested in me, he just fucked me like a whore. I loved it. I felt every inch of him, every glorious inch as he defiled me. My pussy gripped and hugged and caressed every single part of his dick as it slid relentlessly inside my vagina. I could hear the sounds of screwing in my ears, the slapping of skin, the grunting, the 'Oohs and Aahs' of the people involved, and I could hear a strange voice begging him to, "Fuck me, Oh God fuck me, use that slut pussy as you want, just give me that big black cock." I was on the verge of orgasm, when the first stranger emptied his cum deep inside my pussy. Grunting, thrusting and banging me viciously he dumped his hot sticky seed into my intimate depths. I needed to cum and I acted in a way that summed up exactly why I was here. I urged him to pull out of me as quickly as he could, I desperately needed his friend to fuck me and drive me to the orgasm I had just missed. Acting like a crazed woman I frantically grabbed his friends cock and pulled him onto the bed. "Fuck me now, I want you to fuck me like a bitch on heat" I was losing control. He pushed me back onto all fours and rode me like a slut. Man two got a handful of my hair and pulled my head back violently. It was like that, as I was mercilessly pounded from behind, that I finally got my orgasm. And boy what an orgasm it was. Begging for his cock, talking like a slut and coming out with dirty, disgusting, comments about me being a whore, panting that I needed fucking and begging for his black cock to defile me, was absolutely nothing to do with the mans pleasure, it was all for me. I realized, that to get the ultimate experience I needed to feed the 90% in the mind. This experiment was all about the mind, my young husband could and did fuck me infinitely better than these two chancers could ever do, so the physical thing wasn't the issue. I was screaming and saying things for my own benefit, it was a way to keep telling myself what was happening to me, in this sordid situation with complete strangers, it was about constantly reminding myself of the where, what, who, etc. and to keep myself at the absolute peak of arousal. As I bucked and moaned in appreciation of his big cock, he suddenly went rigid and I felt the pent up flood of his semen filling me as he ejaculated inside me. We collapsed onto the bed and when I recovered my composure I took a sneaky look at my husband, He wasn't there. I was totally alone with these two men. I got up off the bed and went to use the bathroom. I sat and both heard and felt the semen of the two old blacks run from me and hit the water. It was crude and lewd, but I couldn't end it yet, I was loving it. I walked back into the room still dressed in my white stockings, suspenders and heels and found myself deliberately walking round the room under one pretext or another. What I actually needed was to parade myself naked before these men. I know they had just had sex with me, but in some perverse way standing naked before these strangers, my smooth rather swollen and prominent pudenda open to their gaze, my breasts sat in the shelf bra and my movements in heels accentuating my body and it's nakedness, all seemed to be more embarrassing, therefore more stimulating, than the actual sex. I lie between them on the bed and simply let them maul my body. What I didn't know, was that I was the first and last white woman these men would ever have. At their age they were 'one shot wonders' normally, but they were not going to pass up the chance of another go at my pink little pussy. They wanted to enjoy this nicely made up, perfumed white woman as long as they could. After a while man one ordered me to suck his cock again, I then realized this was not over and it wasn't me that was calling the shots. I lowered my head to his lap and took his gnarled old black cock into my mouth and sucked his cock as well as I knew how. I sucked them both in turn and they fucked me again in turn. Man two watched, slowly wanking as his friend fucked me. Being watched in such close proximity by one stranger as another stranger used me, turned me on all over again. Being the older more experienced men that they were, they fucked me for what seemed to be hours. The urgent ejaculation being out of the way and the desire to enjoy me for as long as they could, meant I was treated to a long lingering fucking from them both. Due to the time they spent inside me, I came twice more, once on each cock. As man one fucked me, the amount of stimulation my vagina received from such a long screw finally made me cum, followed shortly after by man one spurting his cum deep inside me. Man two wasted no time in replacing his friend. I remained in the doggy position as he positioned himself behind me. My now swollen and distended vagina, was red raw and lay open to him. I heard the squelching sounds coming from between my legs as his huge black cock began to use me. Again I endured what seemed an eternity of black cock abusing my now battered and sore hole. I realized that I needed to keep myself aroused to avoid becoming dry and the sex becoming painful. To this end I continually taunted myself in my head, sordid, seedy, strangers, black, slut ,whore, black cum in my pussy, used, were all the key words in my thoughts. This 'mind fuck' not only kept me wet and lubricated, but also led me to my third orgasm in my time with these men. Man two was obviously struggling to cum again, he pounded into me violently, grabbing my suspender belt or my hips to pull me back onto his cock. He grabbed me by my hair, pulling my head back as I felt myself starting to dry inside and I thought I felt him softening a little. I was getting quite sore and I desperately needed him to cum. For the benefit of us both, for me as a final act of the situation and for him to be stimulated into cumming, I tried to encourage him, I began to beg him to cum in me. "Oh please cum in me, I begged. You are so big and you are splitting me open, I continued. I felt him stiffen a little and his effort increase slightly. "Oh please cum inside my pussy, you are too big for me and you are hurting my little white pussy with your big black cock," I begged. On and on I played the game of little white pussy - big black cock to turn him on. It seemed to do the trick and after a few rather violent thrusts into me he came. This final act was strange to me, because there was no pleasure in it for me. In a perverse way that's what seemed to make it the final piece of the jigsaw, I had experienced the other parts of the situation as a willing, turned on orgasmic woman, yet now I was experiencing being used as a piece meat around his cock. There was no pleasure as he hammered into me, as I was tiring fast, yet later that memory would be as enjoyable as the others. Again the stimulus (to go with the physical servicing of my pussy) was the mental appreciation of the situation I was in, and after this second fucking by them both, I was ordered to sit with my back against the headboard, open my legs and play with myself as the cum ran from my vagina. It just felt such a dirty thing to do. The session ended with me on my knees, I was ordered (and found myself only too willing) to kiss their cocks and thank them for fucking me and for cumming inside me. If this wasn't enough humiliation for me, they then demanded payment from me for services rendered! Oh God, how filthy this made me feel. Alone in the room after the men had left, It was then that the full realization hit me, my young husband had understood the situation infinitely better than I had. He had known all along what it would take for me to achieve the level of arousal in my mind that I wanted. The choice of the rather seedy and sordid hotel room, the choice of fat, ugly and old black men had only heightened the depravity. Being alone and at the mercy of two complete strangers as they used me all combined to provide the setting for the debasement that I craved. The way they had acted towards me had all been orchestrated by Jack and the final intuitive act by him, to have them demand payment from me, sent me over the edge. Oh how I loved him for not just indulging me in all this, but for understanding me so well. I had had the greatest mind-fuck I could imagine. Jack had a couple more tricks up his sleeve for me. First he had made sure that I only had enough money after the men had taken payment, to get the bus home. I knew what he would want so I didn't clean up, I simply rode the bus with my skirt constantly rising above my stocking tops, much to the delight of the male passengers who were fortunate enough to be sat in the seats they were. I had cum between my legs and encrusted on my smooth pussy lips. I stank of sex and semen. ... I waited for Julie to leave the seedy room and I rushed back in. I removed all the hidden cameras and equipment from their hiding places and rushed back outside. I would still be home before Julie as I had the car and she was about to ride the bus. ... The second surprise he had for me started as soon as I walked in the door. I expected to fall into his loving arms and to profess my love for him. Instead I was greeted by a stern look and a simple point of his finger upstairs. I nearly came in my panties, I was to be punished for my behaviour. Shaking like a leaf with nervous excitement, I found myself bent over the pillows in the same position I had found myself in many times over the last few months. My panties were round one ankle and my stocking clad legs were parted as I stood with legs wide apart in my heels. Whack! "So where have you been today you little slut?" he asked "Nowhere, just out honest," I joined in the game. "Don't give me that, he said as the belt continuously fell across my buttocks, you have been playing around haven't you?" I tried to play game and deny I had been with other men, but as the remnants of the semen they had pumped into me ran from my slick, swollen lips it was impossible. The dialogue continued as my beautiful husband finished the day off in the best way he could have possibly done. "You have been with other men haven't you, slut." "Yes," I weakly admitted. "Did you let them put their dirty cocks in your mouth?" Whack "Yes I did," I stammered, Whack "Did you suck their cocks on your knees, like a cheap whore?" Whack "I didn't want to, they made me," I lied. Whack, whack, whack. My bum was alive with the pain/pleasure. "Did you let them put their big cocks in your dirty pussy, bitch?" "Yes." The belt fell and fell and fell on me, I was getting the spanking of my life and I desperately wanted to cum. "Did you enjoy them putting their dirty cocks in your filthy cunt?" Jack used that word for the first time ever towards me and my pussy lurched and twitched with the shock and excitement. "Yes I did." "And did you let them shoot their hot cum into your slut pussy, you whore?" This was just about all my body could stand in arousal, but the last one blew my mind as the fantasy was complete, "And have you let them make you pregnant, knock you up, impregnate you and breed your whore pussy, with black cum?" I didn't get to answer, as after a flurry of whacks on my ass, Jack plunged into me and we came together in about ten seconds, we both had the orgasm of our lives. Myself and my beautiful husband talked about what had happened virtually non-stop for the next few days. Jack, being the most wonderful and understanding lover you could ever imagine, listened to how I had needed to have such an experience and what it had meant to me whilst it was happening. I didn't understand why he had allowed me this indulgence, I was just so pleased than he understood my need. It was almost a rite of passage for me, the catalyst being the doctor and the incredibly innocent need to be seen naked by him. Now it was over I was his again entirely. It was not long after that I realized that my life had almost come around full circle. After my fantasy fuck, we had become so immersed in each other that I thought that I would burst with love for him. With the fantasy out of the way I became his exclusively again. Although it didn't bear much resemblance to my previous life in the bedroom, just as I had been an object for my husbands pleasure in my past life, so I became the same again. The sex from my first marriage was bland and functional, and now it was exciting and mutually pleasurable, however I now realized that I needed to become the same type of woman as before and be Jack's little woman at home. Although I was no longer sexually passive and greatly enjoyed love making I felt myself drifting back to what was my default character and the real me. The mild dom/sub sex life we had - I wanted to transfer to our life in general. I needed to be owned by my husband. ... After our excursion into Julie's fantasy, we both realized that we were getting away from what we had initially wanted. I had found watching Julie both live and on video quite a lot of times, extremely arousing, but it wasn't doing it for me anymore. I had fallen in love with the shy and demure woman that Julie once was, And I wanted her back. Julie admitted that she enjoyed being submissive to me and that she would always want me to discipline her from time to time, but just as she had been driven by the need for a man (the doctor, yes she finally told me all about it) to see her naked, she now felt a similar need to return to her old character and be possessed by me. I had fallen in love with her as a particular type of person, who had a certain manner about her and whose body was flawed and imperfect. Over the last years she had blossomed and flourished as a sexy desirable woman, which was exciting in one way, but in another, I wanted the woman I initially fell in love with back. It was time to turn her back into the old Julie, something we both wanted and I for one was quite excited at the prospect of our new roles. Although my wife had become extremely enthusiastic and exciting in bed, outside the bedroom, both in private and to the outside world, she once again became the shy, timid, little housewife. ... We discussed our different roles in the marriage and how we saw ourselves and each other. We both realized that the perfect situation for us was one where Jack was master of the house and my protector, and I was the loyal, devoted, wife and mother. There was to be no modern gender-neutrality in this house, my husband was the man of the house and I was his submissive wife. Life had gone full circle. But oh how I kept getting into trouble, breaking things and being a naughty little girl!
Frank's Angels Fantasy #003	16,752	4.52	452,467	[ "interracial bdsm", "interracial d/s", "master", "slave", "male dominant", "female submissive", "chores", "maid" ]	Fantasy # 003 -- Do the Dishes Finally! It is Friday and the kids are off to spend the weekend with their father. As always, it is difficult to see them go, but I know that they need this time and, of course, I could always use a a couple nights of rest and relaxation. My Master comes up behind me as I watch the car with my children pull off. He knows what a bittersweet time this is for me. While it means he and I will be alone with no worries of children knocking at inopportune moments, I will still miss them. As my Master, he must keep my mind occupied. "Time to clear the table, my Angel." he tells me, stroking both of my shoulders with his hands. Sighing, I turn in his arms and offer him a smile. "Yes, my Master. I will get to it right away." I tell him and back off to go around him through the door and back into the house. I feed my children before they are picked up for the weekend, so the load of dirty dishes is as it usually is during the week, that is to say there are many dishes for me to wash. I take the dishes away from the table and move them to the kitchen. Placing them in the sink, I turn on the hot water and while it is heating, prepare the dish drainer and make sure the other sink for rinsing is clean. My back is turned to my Master, but I have little doubt he is watching me. With that in mind, I remain bent over as I get the drainer from under the sink, where I keep it when not in use. The way I wiggles the ass I gave him wasn't necessary, but now that the children were gone and I had chores to focus on, I was feeling a bit on the frisky side. Straightening, I check the temperature of the water. Nice and hot, just like I am getting, thinking of how my Master may use me while there are no children to worry about. I stopper the sink and add dish soap, watching it steam and cover the dishes. As I wait, I lean over the sink and again, wiggle the ass that belongs to my Master idly. When the sink is filled, I begin washing the dishes and then rinsing them and putting them in the drainer. I place my body rather central, but keep my legs spread wider than usual. The hem of my skirt brushes my legs as I continue my chores and I can imagine how it looks, waving side to side as my hips move while I work. I am almost done with the dishes when I feel the hands on my hips ... Keeping the smile out of my voice is not easy. "Yes, Master?" I ask, as innocently as I can, never once pausing in the washing of the dishes. "Keep working, my beautiful Angel." he commands me. It is a chore just keeping the grin off of my face. "Of course, my Master. I am almost done, if you will be needing me to do anything afterwards." my voice sounds still innocent to my own ears. He says nothing to this, but I feel him pulling my skirt up. A grin breaks out on my face, but I continue to wash, rinse and dry dishes. At his silent urging, I spread my legs a bit more and I feel his hands running up and down the ass he owns. As I back up into the grasping hands, I speak in a voice that is full of mock protest. "Master, I have dishes to do." "I know." I hear his voice in my right ear and his breath on my neck. His hand moves between my legs and caresses the wetness at the opening to my pussy. "And you will continue to do your chore. Do you understand?" it is then I feel two fingers slide effortlessly inside of me. Through my moan of pleasure I reply to him. "Yes, my Master." and press back just a little bit. He finger fucks me slowly at first, but soon my hands are shaking with pleasure. As I rinse the last dish, I feel him press against me, his cock invading between the ass cheeks that are his and his alone. "Knees up, Angel." his voice is breathless. With a little help from him I climb onto the sink, my knees spread wide. I can feel him step between my legs. What I feel at the opening to my pussy is hot and hard. "My Master." I breathe as I feel him press the head of his cock inside of me. His only reply is to grab my hair and press into me to the hilt. I cry out in the pleasure of his entering me as well as the slight pain of his pulling at my hair. Fucking what is his, my Master holds my hair firmly as he begins slamming in and out of my wet pussy. "My pretty little black slut." he breathes into my ear. "Taking her Master's white cock." I can only whimper in reply. My Master feels so good inside me. I grab onto the back of the sink. The position he has me in keeps me from doing anything else. I am completely at his mercy. All I can do is gasp and grunt as he slams hard into the pussy that is his property. His pace quickens and his breath is a bit ragged. "Who are you?" he asks me with an urgency in his voice that tells me he is close. "Master." I pant. "I am your slave and your slut." The grip on my hair tightens and my head is pulled back. I look at him, feeling him still slamming into me. "Good girl. My slave and my pretty black slut. Aren't you, Angel?" I am whimpering in pleasure. Feeling so good. "Yes, Master." My voice shakes with his powerful thrusts. "Your slave and your pretty black slut." My clit is throbbing, but I am in no danger of cumming ... yet. He commands me to repeat my words again and when I do he slams into me one final time, blessing me with his powerful seed as he calls me his good girl. For a long moment he stays deep inside of me, kissing my neck. Then he pulls slowly out of me, slaps my ass and lowers me on my shaky legs to the floor. I sink to my knees and suck his cock into my mouth in order to clean it for him. Then he caresses my hair one more time, directs me to finish my chore and walks out of the kitchen. The dishes are done, but I have to empty the dishwater and dry the dishes. As I do this, I can feel his essence slowly leak from my body. My thighs are slick with his cum and my clit is still silently begging for attentions it is not my choice to give it. Once the dishes are done, dry and put away, I put away the drainer and clean the countertops. Then I walk out of the kitchen and into the living room, where I see my Master on the couch, reading a book. I approach him without a word and sit in something like a leaning kneel at his feet. I rest my head on his thigh and, as he reads, he reaches down to caress my hair. For a long time there is silence. Such a rarity when the children are with us. I bask in it and in his touch. After maybe an hour, he reads with me at his feet. Finally he speaks. "Up here." he commands and as he does, he again grabs my hair and pulls me up and into a hard, passionate kiss. I return it with a whimper of pleasure and when the kiss breaks, my voice shakes with desire. "Master. Please." I beg. "Please fuck your pretty black slut." He smiles down at me and pushes me into a laying position on the couch. Looking down at me he hovers only a moment before he crawls high on me, grabbing the tits he owns and squeezing hard before twisting my nipples. Then he crawls further up my body and in no time his cock is in my face. Without having to be directed, I suck his cock into my mouth. Looking up at him I moan as he begins fucking my mouth. I cannot speak, I can only moan and suck what he gives me. His hand remains firmly in my hair, keeping my head still as he uses my mouth for his own pleasure. Just when I think he will fuck my mouth until he cums, he withdraws and, barely missing a beat, thrusts himself inside of my pussy. I am free to scream in pleasure as he fucks me, his pretty black slut. My clit is screaming and I am surprised to find myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. It has not been an easy way to cum, while being fucked. But if anyone can do it, it is my Master. I begin to pant as I am fucked ... as my hair is pulled ... as my Master takes what is his... "My Master." I somehow both pant and whimper. "Please. My Master. I am so close..." He smiles at me, even as he slams into me over and over. "My Angel wants to cum?" "Please, my Master." I beg, feeling myself getting closer to doing something I have not done before. "Make your pretty black slut cum. Please. May I cum for you? Please." Master slams into me for a bit before, finally, he almost yells at me. "Cum for me, my black slut! Now!" And I do as I am bid. I begin to scream. "Yes, Master! Yes!" my hips bucking of their own volition. I feel tears fall from my eyes as I cum for the man who owns me. I feel him begin to fill me and my tears come harder. As we both begin to come down from our orgasms, my Master gathers me gently into his arms. I feel his hand caressing my face and I hear his sweet, tender voice float down to me. "I love you, my slut."
Don't Look Back Ch. 31	5,960	4.77	1,088,793	[ "m/m erotica", "contemporary", "m/m romance", "taboo fiction", "rural", "incest", "erotic romance", "father/son" ]	Dinner was an unqualified success. Marshall prided himself on his ability to grill any piece of meat to perfection. So rare, it practically mooed, just the way they liked it. But then he'd had a great teacher, hadn't he? Everything he knew, he'd learned from Lee. Afterward, Marshall cleaned the kitchen, rinsed the dishes and set them into the dishwasher, eyeballing everything to make sure it was clean before turning out the light. Lee was kicked back in the family room, a bottle of ale in hand. Marshall carried in his own and took a seat on the couch, but jumped up almost immediately and set the bottle on the end table. He paced into the bedroom. The bed was made, everything was straight. The lube sat out, on his side of the bed. Nothing to be done there. He padded back into the family room and took his seat again. He crossed and uncrossed his legs before jumping back up to his feet. "There's no reason to be nervous," Lee commented. "Nervous? Who said I was nervous?" Marshall assumed an air of nonchalance he was far from feeling. "I think I know better than that," Lee said softly. "Especially since you're playing with your hair, and that's a definite sign you're not sure of yourself. You shouldn't be. You'll do great." Marshall guiltily removed the hand that had been twisting strands of his long hair. Yeah, that was a bad habit he had. And yes, he was nervous. Both on his account, and Lee's. He wanted everything to go right, and he didn't want to do anything to hurt Lee, despite Lee's protestations that he wouldn't and couldn't. Lee set his ale aside and rose from the chair. He pulled Marshall toward him, wound his arms about his waist. "Don't overthink things," he said. "Just think about how good it's gonna feel when you're inside of me. For both of us." That thought was dizzying indeed. Marshall felt his cock react to the words alone. How much more excited would it be when it became a real and happening thing, when he was buried balls deep inside of Lee, fucking him for all he was worth. He needed to get over himself and take charge. He was in control tonight, and he needed to act like it. "I think we should take a shower first," he decided. "Separately," he quickly added as Lee quirked a brow. Lee nodded his approval. If they got into the shower together... well, that might end things before they ever got to the bed, since they couldn't seem to keep their hands off one another under hot running water. "Who goes first?" Lee asked. Marshall realized Lee was not contesting his right to be in control, and he felt his confidence rise from the boost to his ego. "You first," Marshall decided. Then he wouldn't have to worry about Lee taking a cold shower. They'd installed an extra large hot water heater not too long ago, but they did both love their hot water. Lee's hands strayed across Marshall's ass, stroking it, while his lips claimed Marshall's. "Goddamn you're sexy, boy," he murmured, taking a breath. "I think I'll take that shower now." He disentangled himself from Marshall, left a last kiss on his lips, and sauntered toward their bedroom. While Lee was otherwise engaged, Marshall put the next part of his plan into effect. Sometimes they liked to make love by candlelight. Marshall dug into one of the drawers in the bedroom and retrieved several partially burned pillars in assorted colors. He placed each one on a small saucer and lit the wick as he set it in various spots about the room. Then he pulled out the wooden incense holder, set several sticks of sandalwood incense beside it and one in it. He lit the end, watched it burn for a few seconds, then blew out the flame. It continued to glow, exuding the sensuous aroma of sandalwood. Lost in contemplation of the scene, Marshall was taken by surprise when Lee strode out of the bathroom buck naked. Marshall's mouth dropped at the sight. Oh damn, but that man was fine. Even soft, his cock was a sight to behold. At times, Marshall had tried to persuade Lee to shave his chest and legs, but Lee'd always refused. Not while he had breath in his body, he would say. Today, Marshall was glad Lee hadn't given in to his request. There was something incredibly sexy about Lee's dark hair. It felt good to Marshall's touch, and yet it wasn't overpowering either. "I left a towel for you on the rack." Lee's words pulled Marshall out of his reverie. "Candles are a nice touch," he added. "Incense too." Marshall warmed at his praise. "I won't be long," he promised. "I'm not going anywhere." Lee laughed softly and made shooing motions toward the bathroom. Marshall grinned and hurried inside. Lee had deliberately left the door open so Marshall wouldn't have to contend with steam. He quickly stripped and threw his clothes in the hamper, then started the water and jumped in. He washed every body part he possessed thoroughly, shampooed and conditioned his hair. When he was certain he could do no more, he exited the shower, pausing only long enough to brush his teeth, gargle with mouthwash, and splash on some aftershave. He re-emerged into the bedroom feeling almost brand new. Time spent in grooming had managed to quell some of the fire which had threatened to consume him earlier with Lee's touch, but the spark was rekindled when he caught a glimpse of Lee. Lee reclined on their bed, long legs stretched out comfortably, a book in one hand, apparently caught up in his reading. The other hand rested on his crotch, not quite covering his cock. Marshall debated whether he should suck Lee off first and then fuck him, or jack him off while he fucked him. Decisions, decisions, decisions...
1001 Dutch Night - Story 01	13,961	4.67	1,545,068	[ "exhibitionist", "exhibitionism", "spying", "group", "group sex" ]	"Every hotel in this chain has a library. Therein lies the story, and the mystery." I clearly looked confused. Having driven the 3 kilometers to the sea, we were walking on a pebbly beach, crumbling cliffs to our right and a soft breeze off the sea in our faces. "That book you found, that you had been reading from earlier ... the reason I was so silent is that years ago – years ago before we met - I found it in a library in the Amanjena in Marrakesh – or was meant to find it in the library – and an, um, adventure ensued. I am a little appalled at the memory: it was a mystifying mix of coercion and utter sluttishness." "You have my attention". And she did. There was silence for a moment, the crunch of wet pebbles underfoot, and then she continued. "Hendrik had organized this birthday 'revel' (as he called it) in Marrakesh." Hendrik was a European technology entrepreneur, a well-known philanthropist and bon vivant, whose ex-girlfriend had been a close friend of hers. "It was one of those weekend fly-in/fly-out sort of things. I had just broken up with the plastic surgeon, and some friends and I had decided to arrive early." The wind played with her blonde hair: most of it was swept back into a softly billowing mane but a tendril or two strayed over her prominent cheekbones. To our left was the blue sea where the tops of wavelets were turning reddy-gold in the setting sun. The high point of the island across was casting shadows, deepening part of the waters into a profound blue. Her face was a classic Nordic frame setting off her lovely jade green eyes. She with moved with an athletic economy of motion that spoke to her continued training. At 41 she was as toned and fit as she had been 15 or 20 years earlier. Her marathon times were testament to that, though her body had acquired a pleasingly soft rounding at hips and breast rather than the severe frame of the hard-core runner . She tensed and relaxed her legs – lean, long, fit: skier's legs. Middlingly tall, she had grown into one of those lasting Northern beauties. "Superb" I would always say. Soft, natural, much more alluring and with a naturalness a vast gulf away from the Barbie or the Stepford wife. She walked, C Cup breasts swaying firm and unencumbered, the thin fabric of her cotton dress not hiding the wind-stiffened nipples. We walked into the lee of some rocks. The wind dropped. Mystery and a setting sun and swaying breasts proved a potent mix. I wanted the story, but I wanted her more. I paused and kissed her, gently twining some of her hair in one hand. The beach was deserted, a building sat at the far end, lights glowing but indistinct. My other hand strayed to caress her lower back through the thin fabric of the dress, The hand strayed lower, sweeping over her bum, flicking over the strap of her g-string. I pulled away, looked down at the flat rock next to us. Her dress was white. We kissed again and I unknotted the belt and then reached back to undo the buttons. The bare skin of her back felt warmly silky. I pulled the unbuttoned frock forward. It held for a second at her shoulders then, as she dropped her arms, it slid down with a delicious slowness and puddled at her feet. I lay it on the rock as she tugged off my shirt. She stood, firm and high breasts surmounted, perfect C globes surmounted by pert and pink nipples. A taut belly and defined musculature pointed down to a flimsy blue g-string. I sat her on the flat rock and, kneeling, slipped my fingers into the g-string and began to inch it down her legs, Her waxed pussy was tightly defined. I could sense her growing excitement as I kneeled between her legs and parted them wider, exposing her more fully, more shamelessly. I traced each pussy lip with my tongue, up and down, before beginning to flick at the centre of pleasure between. Truth be told the book had also inflamed me. The novel in question – the true genesis of this story - was a piece of 1930s kitsch published in Oriental Tales under the name Otis Adelbert Kline. I had burst into the room an hour earlier, a bucket of extremely decent and extremely chilled Saint Veran in one hand and the gloriously, garishly, luridly decorated book in the other. "Look at this saucy story" I had proclaimed, at least mostly in humor. The story was about as frisky a version of "Thousand and One Nights' as Depression-era America could have produced. The story raced along in... The Ottoman Dragoman of the title is given the words "I found myself in a walled enclosure, nearly filled with prospective buyers. They faced a great, flat-nosed, red-bearded fellow standing on an auction block, behind which was a small door from which half-naked or naked slaves would emerge...For some time I stood there idly looking on, while he auctioned off girls and women, tall and short, willing and unwilling. There were, revealed for our gaze, ... supple brown-skinned nautch girls from Hind with raven hair at their heads and a thick thatch of dark between their legs, Nubian maids whose bodies were like polished ebony and Abyssinians of the color of coffee. Then came the high-breasted Circassians, and Armenians of amply swelling bosoms ... they were paraded in their bare loveliness but none interested me... I turned to go, when suddenly I heard a chorus of "Oh's!" and Ah's!" from the entire assembly... Looking back toward the auction block, I was smitten with admiration for the witching vision of feminine loveliness that stood thereon next to her auctioneer... this wondrous blonde creature was as a gazelle beside an overgrown wart-hog, her lithe limbs and firm hindquarters elegant in their perfection, the long legs accentuated by the faint blonde covering of her middle part... Her mouth was like the red seal of Suleiman, and her smile revealed teeth that were matched pearls. The rondure of her firm breasts, strutting from her white bosom, were as that of twin pomegranates. And her slender waist swayed with the grace of a branchlet of basil, above her rounded hips. ..." The Dragoman fancies her, but the Pasha's men (including a massive, smiling Nubian) bid actively for her and, despite her refusal, whisk her away into the harim. The Dragoman resolves to save her and covertly enters the palace. "The Lady Selma I saw, unveiled like the others, seated near a window with one slave-girl brushing her lustrous [blonde] tresses and another staining her dainty toenails red. Another slave girl said "I will sing for you in memory of Marrakesh, that pearl among cities..." "...Fitnah" has several meanings, among which are: "Beautiful girl", "Seduction" and "aphrodisiac perfume". She was certainly a combination of all three. Fitnah led me to the hidden alcove from where we could spy. I spied Selma. She was reclining on her diwan in a pose that revealed every seductive curve of her perfectly modeled body... The Pasha came into view. "Come"... "I hear and obey your excellency" she said, deathly pale. The Pasha took a bottle off from the taboret and poured himself a stiff drink. Seizing her wrist he pulled her to him "Sit beside me, little blonde rosebud. Be not afraid." She jerked away. "What! You resist me!" And he rose, grabbing her. She struggled to be free, her breasts heaving in alarm." The wine and the almost pantomime nature of the book had induced a spirit of hilarity in me, but she was silent. "Let's go for a walk." "We are just getting to the good bits!" "Let's go for a walk." And so we were on the beach. The wind sighed. The light was westering. The damp pebbles crunched underneath my knees as I tongued her pussy and the wavelets of the channel lapped at the shore. I rose and dropped undid my belt. I unburdened myself of shorts and pointed my cock at her. Impatiently she guided it in. Her hand strayed to her clitoris and urgently began stimulating herself even as I assumed a slower, steady rhythm. The sight of my cock sliding slickly in and out of her waxed pussy never failed to mesmerize me. I Hiked one of her knees up to gain a fraction deeper penetration – it made the pose far more wanton. I saw small, distant forms on the bluff; she followed my gaze and then looked down to her fast-moving hand and my cock. I waited until she came before pulling out to erupt on her belly in three spurts. I gently collected the sperm onto my hand and wiped it on the sand. I pulled my shorts up and, leaving her naked and spread on the rock, went to the sea to rinse my hand off. She had not moved when I returned. I admired the perfection of her body and then handed her the dress. She seemed focused on something in the distance. I kissed her, almost to wake her out of this reserved and far away state. "Continue", I said. She spoke softly, as she slipped the frock over her head. "Hendrik had booked most, but not all, of the hotel - about 70 guests were coming." We both knew the hotel she was describing from separate trips - before we'd met. It is a walled compound, well over ten acres, set a few kilometers outside Marrakesh amidst date palms and olive trees. The peaks of the Grand Atlas soared as a backdrop. It is a luxuriously and expensively casual place, its cross-cultural name almost mockingly refers to paradise. Walking through the gate in the massive red earthen walls one is greeted by marble fountains, soaring Andalucian columns and a view beyond the enormous, shimmering slab of the water 'bassin'. Rooms and villas are in enfilade on the sides, and the gardens are set with swimming pools and pavilions scattered amongst the date palms.The overall message of the entire property is one of wealthy, relaxing hedonism. She edged closer to me as she walked, her sandals (removed and now trailing from three fingers) glancing against the linen fabric of my trousers. –- She continued her tale, a Scheherazade barefoot on the beach. "He hadn't booked the whole hotel. A couple of the 'maisons' were booked by people not in the party. You are supposedly never really "checked in" – there is this fiction of greeting and ushering you in as though you are a houseguest – so when I arrived a pleasant staff member was awaiting me. But the manager was welcoming – almost genuflecting before - a coffee-skinned, mustachioed man in a white linen suit. He had two sidekicks – one of them a bodyguard (if size and bearing were any indication) who had jet black skin. We were five meters and he locked eyes with me in a hungrily unnerving way. I glanced away to avoid his eye, turning back to find the tall black bodyguard standing before me. 'M. Sullei wishes you to have dinner with him this evening. Would 20h (said the French way) be acceptable to Madame?' 'That's very kind,' I said, 'but I am used to being asked directly and at any rate I have a commitment. Please thank your, um, sponsor, but no thank you.' (I was being both rude and yet still too polite for the situation – I was young.) The bodyguard returned to his master. And this arrogant, white linen, man, his pale suit setting off a cornflower blue shirt and coffee cream skin, smiled. His face was severe when still, but I was surprised to discover that he had a lovely smile. His green eyes came alive, in fact his whole face softened and – it had to be admitted – there was a sort of desert eagle handsomeness about him. He looked at me assessingly for what felt like an age, though perhaps it was only a minute. And then he came over. His eyes were beaming a captivating ferociousness. His smile was now a dazzling contrast of white teeth and darker skin. He was direct. 'My apologies, Madam' and he smiled. 'My methods were wrong and, frankly, lazy. But you are lovely.' I shook my head at him and so he offered me, in a smooth and ingratiating way, a bet. Dinner with him if he won and - name my price within reason if I did. I demurred. He smiled, and bowed, and eyed my tits, and smiled some more as he backed away. That afternoon I went to the library and I found that book. I ought to have suspected it had been placed just so. The pages were turned down at the auction, and at the scene where they witness "every curve of her seductive body" and the Pasha demands to slake his lust and at later scenes where she learns to behave as a slave should behave with her sexually voracious master.' That book made the notion of being enslaved and dominated somehow exciting and mysterious. I found myself flushing. Stupid of course, but I remember flicking through it and stopping at all the 'good bits' that were so helpfully marked and that I interrupted you at. The descriptions of gauzy dresses were, after being hit on so blatantly by a rich and mysterious man, inspiring: that evening I dressed in a belted, white cotton frock with no bra. Though almost everyone was arriving the next day, two Danish friends and another couple from the University were there. I had taken the earlier, cheaper, flight and they only arrived early evening. We took a taxi into the old town, walked by the Djemaa el-Fna and entered the souk through an archway leading to the Chemin Laksour. It was about 5pm when we penetrated into that thronged and confusing place. Looking back I noticed a tall, dark head emerging from the crowd. I did a double-take: the bodyguard from the hotel? We wandered and then headed for an early dinner in Gueliz. As we bundled into the taxi to make our way I noticed a Mercedes pull out. It followed us to the restaurant. As it drove by I spied a massive and dark form in the driver's seat. I wondered if I was being followed but then pushed such a fanciful thought from my mind. Frankly I was intrigued by a Swedish man I knew was coming to the party and my mind was elsewhere. The restaurant was Parisian in style – dark reds, velvets, velours: all very Costes. We drank a huge amount and the Danes slipped hash biscuits into the bread basket as an (effective) practical joke. We were in high spirits but had settled down by the time we called a cab to take us back. I was pleasantly buzzed, happy, confident - but no more. The party broke up when we returned to the hotel." As Iistened to her I paused to remember the hotel. The rooms are reached by a set of colonnades flanking the tree-lined basin. At night these are lit with lanterns and the sense of magic comes from the flickering light and shadow and reflections of the waters of the basin. It creates a sense of tremulousness. She continued. "And on the way to the colonnade the bodyguard emerged from the shadows. I veered to one side to pass but he blocked me and motioned towards the bar. He smiled and beckoned with his arm. 'S'il vous plait, Madame.'" Her voice speeded up. "The bar, velours and greens and marbles, was set around a moorish fireplace (flanked by some black and phallic columns) at one end and a long bar on one side. White linen suit man was now in a tan nehru coat and pale blue linen trousers. It sounds horrible now but it was actually rather chic in that garish context. He was seated in the corner banquette with an open bottle of Bollinger RD chilling in the bucket before him. He stood and waited even as I stood and stopped moving. the bar was empty save for a bored - and evidently well-tipped - bartender and three people I did not know celebrating a last night. This man waited, and looked. I suppose it was the smile that tempted me. 'You have some cheek. Can't you ask people yourself?' He laughed. He smiled. 'Forgive my impertinence.' He charmed. His name was Sullei - or Suleiman - I suppose. Rich, polished. Someone's son in the Gulf who parlayed connections into deals - pension money to hedge funds, who knows - and deals became a sort of franchise he said. Money was clearly no issue. When you are in Marrakesh and the candlight and firelight reflects on the marble in the warm night air, and champagne is offered, and it all seems manageable (if not entirely innocent) then you do not really pay too much attention. And he wanted to play a guessing game. We would each pose questions and see who could guess background better. 'If one of us gets answers all the questions then he or she will have to irrevocably comply with one request. Mine will be that you dine with me' I mean why not? And we played. And it became clear that his people had looked me up. And I guessed six of his ten questions and he guessed all mine. Where I had stabled a horse. Crazy. I had no idea people could do that so easily - this was before google was ubiquitous - or that they would even want to. 'I have won a bet'. His eyes were locked onto my tits and what I presumed were the shadows of my nipples. 'To be clear' I said "I do not want to sleep with you.' "He looked at me with an almost devilish confidence, as if to say perhaps not now, but soon... I explained I had a party the next night. He noted that he would be there for a while, so two or three nights hence was fine. Fine. Where shall we have dinner? In the hotel, of course. Meet in the bar and then dine, why not. "I finished the champagne, thanked my host and ostentatiously stood to leave. Who did I then bump into but Hesketh, my old friend from Cambridge whom I had last seen at the EU conclave about a year earlier. I always wondered what he did in government. It seemed mysterious and related to intelligence agencies and whatnot. "What a surprise"... cheeks kissed and a friendly hello. "I see you have a new pal. New boy pal?" "I laughed. Was Hesketh invited to the party, I asked. 'Got myself invited' he said rather mysteriously. 'So that's not the boy pal?' said Hesketh, insistently. Why I asked. Do I love my country? Do Iove the EU? It turns out that Sullei was a first class rogue. It turns out that my suspicions about Hesketh were also confirmed. It was the first time Hesketh admitted he was in intelligence, a spy not to put it softly. It turns out he was particularly bad at playing the spy. In John le Carre it is always done in a clever and convincing way. Not him. I mean I love the EU, but do I feel patriotic? "At any event Sullei was a rogue in a bad dealing-arms-rogue sort of way. Not at all nice and somebody they wanted to keep tabs on and quite likely bring down. Would I mind having dinner and reporting on him; above all could I find some way to find out who he was meeting. Even just some physical descriptions. No need for bugs or wires or anything, just observation. Above all who was he meeting? "And so I was now an amateur spy poised to dine with this rogue of a man. At 8pm two nights hence. "I'll tell you about the party another time. But basically two afternoons after first seeing Hesketh I was looking at photos of Sullei and his rogue friends, and being shown pictures of two people they were especially keen to know about. Hesketh never said it, but clearly he hoped I would fuck Sullei for information, particularly if I could find something out about those two. "That night I went to the restaurant, where Sullei was waiting, a warm smile on his face. And he motioned not to enter but to accompany him ... 'to a pavilion'. Distracting chatter and then I entered the door of a villa into a vaulted room with a high ceiling. Archways opened onto a large garden and a pool and a pavilion beyond. The villa's hall was lit by candles. The pool was surrounded by candles. Candles lit the pavilion. Candles bathed the flowers that decorated the tables. Champagne, a Meursault, an Echezaux. A hovering waiter (and was that a hovering bodyguard beyond?). "The water in the pool was disturbed by a warm breeze playing over it, making the candle reflections into crazy shapes. And taking my arm he led me to the pavilion beyond the pool and held a chair out for me. He had chosen dinner, and chosen deliciously. It was arrogant of him to have removed choice, but there was enough of it not to be offended. "We both ate sparingly, me as a result of nerves, him possibly out of habit or a desire not to ruin the seduction he had so evidently planned. I had planned not to be seduced, but I felt a slight and involuntary weakening at the sheer amount of charm and flattery and exotic good looks being directed at me. I gently teased out why he was there ('to meet some dull people') he said. 'I hope they come tonight so they can see this beautiful setting you had created' (he smiled at the compliment and said 'perhaps, but I hope not'). "Some minutes later the bodyguard arrived with a note. 'My business associates will arrive tomorrow morning' he said, smiling, and he returned his gaze to me. "Over a very old calvados – 1970 said the bottle – he pushed his advantage. He stroked my had with soft touches. He leaned and kissed. He was a good kisser. He backed away then kissed me again, more dominantly. I pulled back and looked at the archway beyond the pool: the bodyguard was watching. He saw my glance. "Ignore him" Sullei said. "He stood and, taking my hand, gently pulled me to my feet even as his other hand relieved me of the Calvados glass and placed it on the table. He led me, hand in hand, to the pool. The bodyguard was clearly dead ahead of me in the shadow of the archway. Bending down he relieved me of my shoes and stood behind me. He whispered 'I want to swim in the moonlight and the candlelight.' As he kissed the back of my neck he began to unbutton my dress. He slipped it off me and the warm night air caressed me in the places where his roving hands were not to be found. "I am not sure what came over me, but he took my bra off and then he slid down my panties. I was fully naked before him and the ever-present bodyguard. I closed my eyes as he undressed. When I opened them he was beside me, lean and with a surprisingly thick cock. It had a fleshy circumcised head, browner rather than pink. "He led me down the steps and we swam side by side until he paused, pulled me close and kissed me again. His hands roved over my tits, my ass (squeezing each cheek) and began to stray over my pussy. I felt his cock swelling against my leg. At that point he guided my hand down and I felt the length of his shaft throbbing in the water. "We kissed some more and he whistled. His bodyguard emerged carrying towels. 'Ignore him' Sullei said 'you'll appreciate the towel'. He walked up the pool steps first, leading me. He took a towel from the bodyguard, who was drinking in my wet body as the rivulets of water coursed down it. One last look and the bodyguard vanished into the shadows once more. "Sullei toweled me, slowly and admiringly, the towel tracing even between my ass cheeks and my legs, and then led me through one archway to the bedroom. More candles and soft Moroccan lighting. Drinks had been moved to the side table and he handed me mine. The alcohol was glowing warmly in me. "He pushed me to the bed and gave me a few laps against my pussy before horning directly to my clit. He wasn't bad, and I was responding. I wondered if the bodyguard could see me, legs spread and on show. He stood and pulled me to sit up, presenting his cock to my face. It had swelled more, the mushroom head bobbing before me. I held it in one hand and pulled close to the tip. I tried flicking at it but he wanted deep throat, which I have never been able to do. He pulled me on to about half the length. He tried pulling deeper but I backed off. "He moved aside and sat on the bed. I went onto my knees and we tried again. After a few ups and downs on his shaft he pulled the cock away and presented his balls to me. I remember them tasting faintly of chlorine. "He clearly also wanted me to tongue his ass, which is sort of a lot for a first date. I tongued under his balls and gestured towards his ass crack, but then went back to sucking his cock. "He fucked me on my back, legs spread wide. He preferred ribbed condoms, which was a bit unusual. He liked me to apply the condom, slowly rolling it down his cocklength as he moaned. He had stamina, and my legs grew tired being held that widely apart. Every five or six strokes he would withdraw completely to stare at his cock bobbing before my spread pussy. "Sullei liked his porno endings. I was stimulating myself with my hand when I felt him stiffen. He pulled out and unwrapped his cock. As the condom snapped off he moved up to my face and unloaded a couple of ropes of semen onto my cheek and my lips and my chest. He presented his cock to me, knees planted on the bed. He made noises of pleasure as I swirled my tongue around his cockhead, which remained surprisingly large. "That finished I lay back, oblivious to him slipping on a gown and snapping his fingers. I looked right and saw some tissues. I was still splayed on my back, cleaning his cum off me, pussy open to the world, when I heard footsteps and the bodyguard came in with champagne. "He forestalled my outrage. 'Ignore him' Sullei said, smiling. Hard to ignore a man gazing at you set up like a Penthouse model. I sat up to provide a bit more coverage, but the bodyguard was gone (with one last glance at me). "Sullei asked if I would stay. As he did he smoothed my legs flat and began to trace his fingers through my pubic hair, which at the time I kept quite trimmed – so short as to almost not be there. He did that for some time as we drank champagne, and then he pulled me to suck him again. One of his hands held my head onto his cock and the other played with my tits. I was on all fours, ass and pussy open to the view of the bodyguard, should he be out there. I found the notion kind of hot. "He had me roll on another condom and fucked me on all fours. His hands dug deep into my hips as he accelerated his thrusts. He spread my ass cheeks to look at me even more openly. He licked his thumb and wormed it into my ass. First knuckle, then deeper. I could see where that was going so I tensed and then reached back for his balls. Playing with his balls and the end of his shaft elicited a moan, which then led him to slip out, remove the condom and spray over my ass. "He asked me to stay until his breakfast meeting. The bed was enormous and, after drinking a bit more champagne and some water, we fell asleep some distance apart. After this there was no way I was not going to see whom he was meeting. "I did not wake with the sun. He was up, on the 'phone at the pavilion the other side of the garden, his voice drifting over when I slipped on a cotton bathrobe and walked out towards the pool. The morning sun was bright and glorious. He looked at me, raising his eyebrows. We had fucked the night before, so swimming naked before him hardly seemed brazen. I slipped off the robe - he gave me an admiring gaze - and slipped into the water to do a sedate breastroke. It felt wonderful. He was still on the 'phone when the bodyguard walked by followed by two men. Two very recognizable men, men in the photos I had been shown the day before. There was also a woman, dressed as the sexy thirty year old assistant but looking directionally like a Russian hooker and another bodyguard, dark-haired and slavic. The men were beefy, slightly menacing looking in expensive blazers and linen shirts. They carried an air of menace. "He greeted them warmly. I was of course still in the pool, stark naked. I now had audience composed of arms dealers, hookers and bodyguards. "They were speaking English as their lingua franca. 'Nice pool. It come with mermaid all the time?' Said one. Sullei smiled and said 'No, this I found for myself.' The men looked at me (I was treading water towards the far end of the pool, angled backwards, in a feeble attempt at modesty. 'She expensive? Get her to come out.' Said the other beefy man. Sullei responded by saying I was not a pro. 'So what'. And they wanted to see me. And Sullei beckoned his bodyguard to fetch towels. He may have fancied me, but it was not infatuation. "They liked the idea of bathing beauties, because once the bodyguard had appeared with a pile of towels she was instructed to undress. She had reddy brown hair and legs that went on and on. Smaller tits and a tight bum, very Slavic face. Her nipples were tight pink points. She had a very narrow landing strip with obviously puffy and naked pussy lips below. She undressed matter of factly, bending to take her knickers off in a way designed to give the men a nice view of her ass and slit. She waded into the water slowly and swam to me. She smiled and took my hand and tugged me to the pool steps. And there, one step at a time, I emerged into blinding sunlight before an audience. "They sat and watched us emerge, dripping wet, sunlight pouring onto us. They discussed wanting a sex show before getting to business. The other woman began to towel me as I stood there in a mass of indecision. I reached to grab a towel and turn, but a bodyguard positioned himself ten feet away as if to say "no exit". I think the idea of me being not a pro turned them on a huge amount. This was sex and power and weirdness. "I am not sure how it began, but I found myself on my knees before the black bodyguard. He undid his trousers; he had the cliché big black cock. And then he was in a chair and I was on all fours sucking his cock – maybe a third of it in my mouth – with the Slavic woman tonguing my ass and pussy. She liked tonguing my ass, she even wormed her tongue in, which felt naughty and more than a little nice. "They laid towels on a wide wooden lounger. They laid me on the towels. She positioned herself over my face and as I was between her thighs I lost sight of the (by now quite vocal) audience. She lowered her pussy onto my face. Her fingers toyed with my clit even as a monster cock invaded my pussy. They told the bodyguard to 'fuck her, fuck her hard', and he did. Thank god that woman had made me wet, because there is no manner that pipe would have fit in otherwise. I had never really licked a woman before. It was surprisingly easy and pleasurable. She kept her weight on her knees. She did move my hands to play with her ass. And then she moved, and I was tonguing her ass. My legs were spread wide in about as wanton a position as could be. My audience was appreciative. "Then they swapped and I was licking my wetness off this absurdly large cock even as he mauled my tits and the Slavic assistant began to go to work on my clit. Spreading and lifting my legs she paused, slicked her finger in my pussy, and began to slowly finger-fuck my ass as she lapped at my pussy. The bodyguard presented his balls to me and I lapped at them. His cock lay across my face like a sort of meat baton, rising and falling as my tongue worked on his balls. The audience was talking wildly, I heard noise, not words. He turned my head fully and slipped his cock in even deeper. I was feeling, to my shame, a growing warmth in ,my pussy. I hadn't come the night before, but this slavic woman was doing her best. And I liked her finger in my ass, slowly slipping in and out. "Do you want to know what happened then?"
Hotel Tryst	23,257	4.5	325,389	[ "affair", "pearl necklace", "shower", "cum shot" ]	It's a hot summer evening, and I open the hotel room door. It's cold, so cold my nipples are hard and aching, and I barely resist the urge to pinch and roll them between my fingers. It's been a long day so I strip naked and slide onto the cool sheets with a smile, imagining you're already there with me. I'm daydreaming about the feel of your skin, the way it tastes when I slide your cock inside my mouth. I want to touch myself so badly but I want to wait until you're there, and I'm so wet I can't think straight. What I need is a shower to cool down and get patient again. I start it up but turn the water to warm, and when I step in it's so relaxing my muscles loosen up. It doesn't help, the heat and steam only make me wetter, and the feel of the water beating down on my sensitive nipples is driving me crazy. I hear you at the door and a wicked smile crosses my face. I want you to see me, I want you to watch me. I lean back against the wall and brace my feet, legs spread wide. I cup one hefty breast with one hand, pulling the nipple, and with the other I stroke over my swollen clit until the bathroom door opens. When I see your shadow I slide a finger deep inside my pussy, and when I rub my g-spot the pleasure makes me gasp. I want to close my eyes and savor it, but I want to see you watching me. You pull back the curtain and I pull my nipple harder and stroke my finger deep inside and back out. You watch me quietly and I can see it's been a long day, and all I want is to spoil you. "Come on in," I say and with a small smile you start to strip. I watch every move and it gets me so hot I slip another finger inside and start to rub my clit with my thumb as I move. I'm close, very close, and when you're inside you reach for me but I move back. I don't want to lose control just yet and I easily could. Instead I smile and reach behind you for the bar of soap while you let the warm water sluice down your own body. I lather my hands up well and stroke the foam over your neck and shoulders, feeling the lines there, the texture of your skin on my fingertips. Your hands reach for my breasts and though I want you to play with them desperately I just can't handle it. "Relax," I say, and soap down your arms. I bring my hands your hips then and try to ignore your erect cock between us though all I want to do is drop to me knees and taste it. Instead I stroke the soap over your stomach and chest until you're nice slippery. I move my hands to your back and I have to move so close that my breasts touch your chest. It feels too good and I rub my nipples there, enjoying the slipperiness. Just when your hands begin to rise again I slip my own onto your butt and cup both cheeks firmly. I'm close enough now that half your soap is on me, and your hard cock slides against my bare pussy, slipping with ease against the foamy bubbles. Before I give in those sensations I drop to my knees. I stare at your cock and lick my lips, wanting desperately to taste it but I want to tease you. I want you just as hot as I am, so I ignore it for the moment. I start at your feet and slowly side the soap up your legs, moving with such care that you know where my hands will end up, and I can see by the tension in your body you're almost as close as I am. I gently run my soapy fingertips over your sac just to hear you gasp softly and your cock twitches heavily. I close my fist around it and you almost sigh, but bite your lip instead. I thought I could tease you even more but I can't. I stroke you quickly, once twice, again, and then I reach my limit. "I want you to fuck me," I say and stand up. I don't wait for your answer I just turn and plant my hands on the shower curtain rod. I know to stand on my toes because of your height, and when I do you slam home. I'm wet and you're slick but I'm still tight and it takes me a second to get used to it. I groan in pleasure and that's when you begin to move. I pushed you too hard and you slam in and out, stroking my g-spot as you go. I'm close, so close and I get impatient. I slide a hand against my pussy, my fingers stroking my clit in your rhythm, and I come hard. It's so intense I scream and you keep moving through it, and it feels like it lasts forever. Still when I come down I want more, and though we're both panting you're more tired than I. "Bed?" is all I say. "Oh, yeah," you say, almost laughing. We don't even stop to grab towels, you just follow me back into the hotel room. "Lay down," I say, and when you do I feel a dark thrill inside. You expect me to face you but I don't want that tonight. I turn away from you and lower myself onto your cock. I feel your hands on my ass, spreading me, watching your cock slip inside. I'm swollen and more aroused than I've ever been, and when I move it's slow and deep. I rushed the last time, now I want to feel every inch of you. With each stroke you slide against my g-spot and I climb higher, tightening around you. You need it faster, harder, and your hands on my ass urge me on. I bend over and grab your legs and use my hips to pump you hard, and you fill me hotly. I want to feel you come but I'm closer, and I come again, screaming, shaking with the force of it. When I'm down and realize you didn't come with me, and I throw a naughty look over my shoulder. "I want you to come on my tits," I say and you groan. I pull off you and sit down, lowering onto my back as you climb to your knees. I watch you stroke your cock once, twice, and then you're between my legs, sinking into my pussy. I'm still aroused enough that it feels incredible, but I'm too tired to come again. Instead I want to feel your come on me, so I brace my feet on your calves and move with my hips in your rhythm. I grab your ass and force you to move faster until we're both breathless. Suddenly you pull out and I'm desperate for it. I watch you stroke yourself and then you come. I feel the hot jets of it spill over my breasts in time to your rapid breaths and I wait until you're done. I lock my eyes onto yours as my hands caress my breasts, rubbing your come. "Rub them with me, please," I say. You do, pinching my nipples as we go, and we rub until my nipples feel stiffer than ever and the cum is almost dry. Tired, you collapse next to me on your back. I stretch with a yawn and stand up as you ask "Where are you going?" I stop and smile. "You got me all dirty I have to take another shower. You can come on in if you want," I say, and I hope you do.
Been Waiting for Love Ch. 05	51,010	4.77	407,527	[ "novella" ]	After work, Scott went back to the house to shower and change. He called Katrina to check how the guys were and she said that they were doing great but that Nikolas kept flirting with her. Scott thought to himself that he was going to talk to Nikolas as soon as he saw him. After she left, he could barely concentrate on work. He kept thinking about how he should handle this situation. He could try to give this therapist thing a try but he doubted they would actually understand the magnitude of the situation. He needed another starting place and then he realized, he knew right where to start. Before he went to the restaurant he went to pay a quick visit to his parents. As soon as he walked in he kissed his mom on the cheek. He saw his dad sitting at the table drinking coffee. "Hey guys," Scott said, sitting across from his dad. "Hello Scott, glad to see you here," his dad smirked. "What's going on?" Scott said, feeling a little bit uneasy. "Nothing son, do you want something to drink?" "Yea, some water. I can't stay long, James and Nikolas are here and probably waiting at Katrina's restaurant." His mom came back with a cup of water. "That's great. So, how has the house hunting been going?" his father asked; Scott just blinked. It's true that every since he's been with Katrina, he has put the house hunting on hold, "It's not so good. Can't seem to find anything that fits me or anything for the right price." he said tugging on his hot ear. "So, I thought I heard something about you dating a woman around here. Katrina doesn't mind you bringing her to the house?" He was so use to lying these past couple of weeks that it became like a second language, but for some reason his parents were different, "Um, no dad I'm not dating anyone." he said pulling his ear, "So Katrina doesn't have to worry about me bringing anyone over." "Really?" his dad said. His mom held out her hand to his dad and he gave her some money. She walked back to the kitchen with a smirk and his dad just shook his head. What's going on here, he thought. "So, James is here?" his dad asked. "Oh yea, Ricky told me to invite them to the wedding." "It will be good to see him again." his father nodded. "I'll bring him by tomorrow." Scott said taking a huge gulp of water. "So, how long have you been sleeping with Katrina?" Scott started choking and coughing up water. Where the hell did that come from, Scott thought. He looked at his dad and was in shock by the cool demeanor on his face. "What are you talking about?" Scott asked. "Listen, you are my son. Anything that you say you are going to do, you do it. You have been planning on getting your own place out here for the longest time and you haven't done it." "Well the house market is bad and I can't find anything that is totally up to par." Scott said tugging on his ear. "And that's another thing, you tug on your ear. You only do that when you are lying to us." "Dad, I..." he stammered and then realized what's the use, "Alright, I have been sleeping with her since I got back." surprisingly it felt good to admit it to someone. "I knew it." his dad said. "No, I knew it!" his mom shouted from the kitchen, "Your father bet me that you weren't doing that." "You two bet on my sex life? Come on." "Oh really Scott, we are your parents we already know about your sex life. At least the part we allow our self to understand." his mother said. "Are you sure about this? I mean this is Katrina, your best friend's sister that you are starting something with." "It's different with her dad, I mean she's actually my girlfriend." "What did he say?!" his mom shouted again from the kitchen and then ran in to sit next to his dad who had a shocked look on his face. "Wait son, did you actually say the g-word?" his dad said. "Come on guys, I have had a girlfriend before, what did you call my last girl?" "A big mistake." his dad responded. "You never called her your girlfriend, you always said she was your sort of girlfriend." his mom said, "This is serious isn't it?" "It is somewhat serious." "My little Scotty likes someone." his mother beamed, "And you couldn't have picked a better person that Katrina. I take it that Ricky doesn't know." "She wants to keep it from him till the wedding day." Scott said "Well, I really don't want to keep something this big from Ricky. Tanya and I have been talking about this for awhile." "Wait, Tanya knows?" Scott said, getting a little nervous. "You think she doesn't know what's going on with her own children. Besides, she's not going to tell Ricky." Scott settled back in his seat, "So, do you love her?" his mother asked. "I don't know. I mean I can't imagine being without her right now. That's why something is tearing me up right now." "What's that?" his dad asked. "It's about some of those scars that were left from what happened. I'm just not comfortable showing them to her yet." "You will in your own time son. I know you don't like to relive that moment, but you have to face it, not only for Katrina but for you too." Scott nodded as he listened to his dad. He had to get out of there and catch up with the guys. He had been pushing them off long enough. He went to the restaurant and saw that it was still packed with people. There were plenty of women at the tables surrounding his friends. Typical, new guys come in town and the women start to drool. Katrina was at their table, laughing with them. He loved to see her smile like that, especially when she threw her head back, showing off her neck. That gorgeous neck that he, on more than one occasion, had left little marks on. Damn, just the thought of that made his cock ache. She glanced up and they made eye contact. His hungry eyes met hers and she felt weak in the knees. Scott had to get himself in order. He couldn't have her just yet. James and Nikolas looked up at Scott as he walked towards them. "I should have known you asses were causing a scene around here." Scott said, and they both got up to embrace him. "Good to see you solider." James said, "About time you showed up." "Yea, this beautiful woman has been keeping us company for so long that I was getting use to it. You can go away again for longer if you want." Nikolas said with his thick northern accent as he eyed Katrina. Scott had never been so ready to punch his friend in the mouth. "I see what you mean about this one, he is trouble. I'm going to go check on Jade. Like I said before James, don't worry about it." she said patting his shoulder and she walked to the back. His brows drew together in confusion as he sat down, "What does that mean?" Scott asked. "It doesn't matter." James said reaching into his pocket for a cigarette. "You didn't tell me this place had a wonderful variety of women around here man." Nikolas said flashing his perfect teeth. He just shook his head thinking about how different his friends were from each other. When on duty, they were all focused and ready for combat, but off duty they were completely different. Nikolas made women his hobby. He was the youngest of the group that came from New York. He had that smooth GQ swagger that women seemed to love and he ate it up all the way. He wasn't as tall as Scott, but he had lean muscle. He had brown hair that was buss cut and he had the deepest green eyes anyone ever seen. That was his trade mark that made girls wet in their panties. It was funny because Scott always saw himself in Nikolas, at least how he used to be. James, on the other hand, was way different. He was older than the both of them and more rough around the edges. His had a buzz cut as well but his hair was blonde. He had deep hard blue eyes. James towered over most of the guys in his command, not just by height but stature. He commanded respect with just one look and didn't apologize for the way he was. His shoulders were wide and he was built entirely of muscle. He wasn't exactly as big as a bodybuilder, but you could tell, he was definitely cut. Sometimes Scott and Nikolas would say that he reminded them of Wolverine from the X-men only taller and short hair. "So, how was your trip down here?" "You know the usual, when you've been on one plane ride you've been on them all. So where is the dead man, I mean the groom to be." James said and Nikolas couldn't help but smile. "I don't know, probably with the wife. I'm going to call him in a little bit. Did ya'll find a good hotel?" "Yea, that little dish in there helped us pick a good place. Damn Scott, where have you been hiding here?" Nikolas said and Scott had to bite the inside of his mouth. "That's Ricky's sister, Katrina. I told you both about her." "You didn't say how fine she was." "At the time I didn't think about her like that." it slipped out before Scott could stop himself and he immediately regretted it when they both stared at him. "At the time?" James said and that's when he was saved with Jade coming to the table. "Here you go Nikolas. This is the recipe for my famous apple pie." she smiled. Don't tell me that she fell for his game too, Scott thought. "And then I get a beautiful woman serving me food. Thank you so much, Jade." "You are welcome. How are you doing Scott?" "I'm good, how about you?" Scott smiled. "Great, you want some pie?" He blinked in confusion as James looked at her and she was obliviously avoiding him, "Oh no, I'm full thank you." "Where's my pie?" James demanded. He saw an aggravated look spread across her face, "In the trash where the other food you spilled on me." she turned around swiftly and made her way to another table as Scott and Nikolas started laughing. "Damn women." James muttered, finally locating a cigarette. "What did you do to my friend?" Scott asked. "She's just being like all other women, stubborn and unforgiving, for the smallest thing. You know she looks like the type to bring up old stuff just to make a man feel bad." "Yeah, I think she is fine too." Nikolas said and Scott couldn't help but shake his head. "Quiet you." James said as he was switching his lighter on. "There is no smoking in here." Jade said as she walked by and took the cigarette from his mouth. She marched back to the kitchen leaving James dumbfounded and the guys laughing. Scott should have known it would be Jade that didn't buy into his macho side. "I'll be back." Scott said getting up and heading to the kitchen. He wanted to know what happened and also steal a kiss from Katrina. He saw Jade on the phone as Kendra, Katrina, and Dominique surrounded around her. It was clear that Jade was upset with whoever was on the phone, must be that loser she's dating. Katrina turned to smile at him and then turned her attention to Jade. He went over behind her to fit her snugly against him. Since no one was really back there with them, he could be affectionate with her without risking anyone telling on them. "What happened between her and James?" he whispered in her ear. She shivered feeling his breath on her neck and leaned against him, "He was coming in and didn't see her holding a tray full of food. He bumped into her accidentally and food went all over her. He said he was sorry but she just yelled at him and called him an idiot. She's mad at Dante again." It was amazing that him being around her can make her tune out the whole world. "I figured." he said shaking his head at that loser, "Does she want me to beat him up?" he felt her shake with laughter. "No, we got this baby." it was little things like that, that made Katrina love him more, even though she hadn't told him. "Alright, I'll let the girls handle this one." he put his hands on her hips holding her tightly to him, "You have no idea what I want to do to you in this dress." he whispered hotly in her ear. Her head was swimming in desire and she was getting wet. She licked her lips, "And what's that?" "Scott." he heard and turned to see who interrupted them, "Are those your Marine buddies?" Dominique asked. "Yea, that's my Commander and Nikolas." "Is that the asshole with the darker hair?" she asked and he couldn't help but shake his head. "What did he do to you?" Scott smiled. "He dared to flirt with the great Dominique." Kendra said and they laughed. "It wasn't that he flirted it was the way he flirted. He is so vulgar and he thinks women like crap like that." "Well ladies, I apologize for my friends." "Yea, we like you Scott, but your friends are total assholes, well I can deal with Nikolas." Jade said. "She is marrying one of my friends, does that mean he's an asshole?" Scott asked. "Yes and I love the asshole." Kendra beamed, "You better go away, I called Ricky for you and he is on his way." "Thanks babe." he turned his attention back to Katrina and she turned her head slightly to look up at him, "I'll see you tonight." "Of course." she whispered and he leaned down to press his lips against hers. His arm came around her waist as he deepened the kiss. She held on to him as she melted into him. She forgot where they were for that moment. "Alright you two pull it back." they heard and he reluctantly pulled away. "See you later." he said, leaving before he took her back to her office. He had to shake off the erotic thoughts that plagued his brain. He knew that Ricky was coming soon and he had to get his head straight for his friends. He sat back down with them as Nikolas finished the rest of his pie. "Damn, can I borrow that Jade girl? She sure can cook." Nikolas said. "I'll see if her boyfriend will let you." Scott replied. "She has a boyfriend? That's a shocker, from the way she acts you can't tell." James replied. "Lay off Jade, she's a real nice girl. She is just having boyfriend issues." "Now that doesn't shock me. She probably doesn't know how to pick a good one. She seems like one of those women that likes to find someone she can mold into what she likes, but, in the end, puts up with all her crap." "Damn James, you must think she's really hot." Scott replied and Nikolas nodded. "So, what's going on with you and Katrina?" James asked. "What are you talking about?" "You spent an awfully long time in there just getting the scoop when you could have easily gotten it from us." "Nothing is going on between us." "Well you are a fool for not trying something." Nikolas said getting up, "I'll be back." Once Nikolas was out of the picture, James leaned in a little closer which made Scott sit back in his seat. He knew that look on his face, it was his interrogation look. "So, you want to tell me again that nothing is going on between you and Katrina." "There isn't." "She told me that you still stay at her house and it's almost been a month. You may be able to hide that nothing is going on but she can't hide it." "What are you talking about?" Scott said wrinkling his eyebrow. "You don't see she is in love with you?" Scott's eyes widen as he listened to his mentor, "I can tell by the way she talks about you and the way she looked at you when you walked in." Are the really that oblivious, Scott thought? This was starting to get ridiculous, before he knew it Ricky would find out. He hated this part of James, he can so easily read people. One reason he lasted so long in the service, the only person that slipped through his fingers was that viper woman. "I'll take your silence as your admission. It's alright Scott, you know your secret is safe with me." James said clearing his throat. "Well, I actually do have a question for you now that you know," he looked up to see Ricky walk in, "but I'll ask you about it later." they both got up as Ricky headed to the table. "What's up old man?" Ricky said slapping hands with James. "Don't make me show you what this old man can do by laying you on your ass." James smiled as he hugged Ricky. "Hey there is the dead man, I mean the lucky groom." Nikolas appearing at the table. "Hey, you have seen my wife. I am lucky." Ricky said. "What's up with you and Scott arriving late and things?" Nikolas asked. "I had to get everything setup for Gary and my mom's anniversary party tomorrow. You two are going right?" "I guess so, it's not like we have a big agenda on our plate." James said. "Well, let's get out of here. I have to go pick out a gift." Ricky said. The women came out from the kitchen as the men were leaving. Scott gave one lingering look at Katrina before he left. After they came back from the mall, they went out to dinner and drinks at Chad's. They swore that they would behave themselves as they sat around talking about women and work. Scott nursed the beer in his hands thinking about how he was going to approach this question he had for James and what he had in his pocket. He secretly went and bought something that just screamed Katrina to him. It wasn't much but he wondered if it was something that was going to scare her away because of the type of gift it was. Besides his mom, this was the first time he had ever bought anything for a woman himself and he was nervous. "Earth to Scott." he heard and he shook his head to see the table looking up at him. "Sorry about that, just zoned out a little." Scott said taking a swig. "So we see. I need to hear something other than this my old sad country love bullshit. I'll be back." Nikolas said getting up. "I'll go with you, I need to get a refill." Ricky said getting up. "That's right, it's your turn to buy." James reminded. When they both left the table, Scott turned to James, "You want to talk now?" James asked. "I need to get this off my chest." "Okay, what's going on?" "That day, years ago when you found me." he saw James' jaws flex as he recalled the memory, "I told you I didn't remember what happened after I blacked out and I know I never asked you about it. Well, I want to know if you know." James sighed and sat the bottle down, "I know most of it. From what I understand you got free and most of the men that came after you, you did what you were suppose to do. You took out maybe five guys before we found you. I remember seeing a girl run out towards us, crying." "A girl?" Scott's eyes widen, "I didn't kill her?" "No, she said you were close though. You kept squeezing until one of the men showed up. She said you were like a mad man and she kept out of your way. I remember hearing her apologize so many times when she fell into one of the soldier's arms." Scott sat back into his seat as he felt one weight being lifted off of him. It haunted him to think that he could have possibly killed that girl after she set him free. Now he knew, he didn't do anything to her, just the ones that tortured him. "Why are you asking about this now?" "I haven't really gotten over it as much as I'd like to. You know the doctor's said some of the wounds wouldn't heal right because of what they did to me. I still see the scars and I don't look at myself in the mirror without having a shirt on. I feel like, if I see it, then I will recall that day and realized that maybe I did kill an innocent bystander." "I know what you mean. I use to think about that all the time when I was out on missions like that. Where I'd be just minutes from dying or, I'd be seconds from possibly killing an innocent family, but it never happened. In this line of work, you have to take the good with the bad and think about what you gained from that experience: your life. You are still here! You have your family and apparently a good woman." "That's the other thing. I remember when I first showed the wounds to my ex, she couldn't even look at me. That's when I realized that we didn't belong together. Even when I went to see female doctors and they would see the scars, I would see either pity or fear in their eyes. Then I would think to myself do I really want to open up to someone enough to share what happened." "Well, at one point son, you won't have to worry about it. For you, this isn't your career, but for me, it's my life. All I can tell you is that, you have to hope that she is strong enough to handle it and that she will stay with you no matter what. Don't make the same mistake I did." James ended his comment taking a swig. Scott looked up at James and realized jus how sad he must be since he was going through this divorce. He wondered what it was that made him upset. Was it because he failed at something, which he rarely does? Or was it that everyone saw something that he didn't want too? He hoped one day his mentor could find someone that deserved him and could look past his rough exterior. That also made Scott think that maybe he did need to talk to another therapist, if just for one session. When he got home, he walked in to see Katrina asleep in his bed on top of the sheet wearing one of his shirts. He smiled down at her as he kicked off his shoes. He didn't want to wake her, he just wanted to hold her close. He laid down behind her taking off his top shirt and drew her against him. He heard her moan in pleasure as she felt his warm body against her. He kissed her shoulder as she settled down against him. "What time is it?" she muttered. "Don't worry about it baby, just go back to sleep." "You okay?" she whispered as she ran her finger tips on his forearm. "I'm good, let's just go to sleep." He held on to her as she fell back asleep and he thought about what James said. He knew that Katrina was strong, but she had already lost one man in her life. He saw first hand how that effected her and he didn't want to do that to her. Although Scott was determined that he wasn't going to die anytime soon. His heart told him that she was strong, that she could do it and he knew that was what he should be listening to. He went to sleep with a busy mind as he snuggled close to her. The next day, the guys were in the park celebrating the Gary and Tanya's anniversary. Scott realized that the wedding was fast approaching which meant the end of the sneaking around. He didn't want his head to be clouded with thoughts, he just wanted to celebrate with some of his favorite people. Of course, Katrina and Jade cooked for the party and everything was delicious. Everyone was in the park, socializing and some guys were on the court playing basketball. Katrina was heading over to the car to pick up something and saw Scott catching up with her. He hadn't given her his gift yet and the possessive side of him wanted her to walk around with it on. She didn't know what he had in mind, but she knew it couldn't be much. With Ricky around, they couldn't do anything but gaze longingly at each other. He longed for the day when he can put his hands on her lovingly without wondering if someone was going to tell her brother. "Hey!" she said as he caught up with her. "Hey, I wanted to catch you to give you something." he reached into his pocket and pulled out this small box, "It's nothing I just saw it and thought you may like it." he said handing it to her. She smiled at him as he rubbed the back his neck, it was something he did when he was nervous. She opened the box and saw a silver heart pendant staring back at her. It was so beautiful and exquisite. There were two small diamonds in the middle of the heart that sparkled up into her eyes. She could feel the back of her eyes sting as she stared down at the piece of jewelry. She couldn't remember any guy caring for her enough to give her a gift like this. She put her hand over her mouth as she continued to stare at it with so many emotions running through her. The silence was killing Scott though. He immediately thought she hated it. He knew Katrina didn't wear much jewelry but he couldn't resist getting this for her. "Katrina." he said as she stood there unmoved, "Katrina, is something wrong? Do you hate it?" She surprised him by laughing at him and he saw some tears escape from her eyes, "No stupid, I love it." she said with a smile. He let out that breath he didn't know he was holding. Throwing caution to the wind, she wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him close. Scott stole glances back towards the party and saw no one really paying attention to them. "You really do?" he whispered. "Yes, I love you." her mouth dropped as that escaped her lips. She meant to say it? Didn't she? Scott was in awe. Did she really say what he thought she said? He cleared his throat as she bit down on her bottom lip. "Um," he started rubbing the back of his neck, "What did you say?" Oh well, she was caught, might as well put it on the table, "I love you. I have for awhile Scott." She wasn't sure if she wanted him to say it back, but she wanted to make sure that he knew. Scott was confused, scared, ecstatic, and hard. She just admitted that she loved him. She was standing there with her red eyes, nibbling on her luscious bottom lip, looking up at him as if pleading with him to say something. He needed her right then and there. He looked around for some place where they wouldn't be interrupted. He scoped the parking lot till he saw the van that the girls use to deliver food. Perfect, he thought. "Come on." he said pulling her to the parking lot. They reached the van and she realized what he was wanting, because she needed the same thing. She opened the door to the back of the van. He crawled in behind her, catching a glimpse of her thong under her skirt. He was all over her as soon as he closed the door, grabbing her face and kissing her fervently. She relished at feeling his thick tongue in her mouth that she felt her wetness dripping down her thighs. She reached for his pants to free his cock. She knew they didn't have much time before everyone would start looking for them. He reached under her skirt and damn near ripped the piece of fabric from her. Her pussy pulsated in anticipation as he maneuvered her on top of him as he moved to lay on his back. She felt for his cock and felt the hard and hot member twitch in her hand. Fuck, she needed to feel that right now. Without a word spoken, she lowered herself on him and closed her eyes tight as she felt him spread her once again. Her pussy felt like a warm glove wrapped tight around him, this was his weakness. She was his weakness and it felt good to be weak. She started to move up and down on him running her fingers through her hair. Her moans started to fill the van as she rode him. Scott lifted her shirt along with her bra up to reveal the large brown globes. Her chocolate nipples perked out for him, inviting his mouth. He sat up to take one in his mouth as she continued to ride him. He loved to see her on top of him, he loved to see her breast bouncing in front of him and her lose herself in the desire. "Damn baby, fuck me." he demanded as his hand reached to tug on her hair. Her head lean back as she quickened her pace. His hips thrust up to meet her, pushing more into her. He needed to feel more of her, to go in deeper. He grabbed a hold of her hips and started to piston inside of her. She gripped on to his shoulders as she bounced up and down on him. He was losing himself in the pleasure so much that he grabbed her hair again, yanking her hair back. He needed to hear it again to make sure it was true. "Say it again." he commanded but she just whimpered in response, "Fucking say it again!" She knew what he needed her to say and something told her that he wasn't going to cum until he heard her say it. She felt her body start to tremble and her release was soon coming. "I love you Scott." she declared, "I fucking love you." "And you going to love only me, right?" Her body start to convulse as he tugged her hair harder, "YES!" she screamed as her pussy spasm all over his cock. He wasn't far behind her as he spilled himself inside of her. He shuddered against her as he filled her. He looked up at her to kiss her full lips again. She grabbed on to his face, returning that same passion. She whispered her love again in between the kisses. "Now how are we going to get out of here?" he said and she couldn't help but smile. She hardly had enough energy to get up. "I think we need to find a bathroom and quick." she said. "Yea, I think there is one on the other side." "No, too far. I have some wipes in the seat." "Wait a minute." he said before she could reach for the wipes. He grabbed the box with her necklace and took it out. He draped it around her neck and reached around to fasten the clamp. She smiled down at it before she kissed him again. "Thank you." she smiled. "You are more than welcome baby." he said running his fingers through her hair. After cleaning up, they went back to the party separately. Everyone was joined up together talking in a circle. "Where did you go?" Ricky asked. "I thought we needed some more ice, but couldn't find any." "So, you two have your rehearsal dinner coming up and then the big day." mama Tanya said. "Yes ma'am and I am more than ready to do this. This wedding thing is working my nerves." Ricky said shaking his head as Kendra pinched him. "I just want to say that I am not cooking the dinner. I need a day off." Katrina declared and Ricky ruffled her hair, "Will you quit that?" she pouted and Scott wanted to reach over and kiss her pouted lip. Jade looked over and saw that some girl was talking to Dante on the basketball court. The dark hair girl threw her hair back laughing as he deliberately looked down at her breast. Katrina could see the hurt look on her friend's face. She knew that Jade didn't want to cause a scene here, so she just plastered on a smile and turned back to the group. Scott wanted to go over to the guy and punch him in the face for putting Jade through so much. Now that he was with Katrina, he considered Jade a friend too. "I'll be back." James said to Scott as he walked out of the circle. Everyone started talking and joking about the wedding, but Scott kept his eyes on James as he made his way to Dante. He saw James pull Dante to the side and away from the giggling girl. Before Dante could make a scene, James said something to him. Scott knew that look on his face, it was that determined angry stare that he gave when he wanted someone to do what he said. He wished he could hear what he was saying because he swore he saw Dante shaking in fear. Katrina saw the whole ordeal and so did Jade. They both looked at each other as if to say what was going on. James walked coolly back to the group, leaving a stunned Dante. Both Jade and Katrina looked at James in amazement and Scott just shook his head. When the party ended, Scott caught up with Dominique as she headed to her car. This was it, now or never. "Hey Dominique, can I ask you something?" he asked. "Sure." "Um, Katrina said I should talk to you about a problem I have. I was wondering when you have some free time for me to sit on your couch I guess." "Oh, well I have some time tomorrow morning. With the wedding three days away, I am going to shut down the office for awhile." "Alright, thanks. I'll see you in the morning." he said and was about to turn away when she touched his arm. "You want to tell me what this is partially about? Just so I have an idea of what to expect." "This is about a problem that I have trouble getting over." "Alright, well I'll just see you then." she said as Scott opened her car door. He waved her off with a smile feeling one huge load off his shoulder. Now he would just have to work on the other shoulder. After a long wait I finally returned. Thanks to all the readers for being patient with me.
Hotel Valencia Ch. 02	19,627	4.62	681,851	[ "mature woman", "expert handjob", "anal plug", "throbbing cock" ]	I should mention that with all her stroking and handling me, she did not use lube of any kind. Instead she applied liberal quantities of talc (actually cornstarch) to everything involved. She had a large container on the table, and would dip her hand in it before and during any procedure. "It's less messy." she told me. I liked the feel. Made a note to self: "get some Kingsford's next grocery run." She went on explaining what she was doing as she continued to jack me off. "If you'll notice, the very top of the device has a hole... see there?" I didn't want to bother, but I glanced down and grunted "Uuh yeah." "The 'groom's girdle' as I call it, has that little vent as a safety... in case of any accidental spurting." Some more powder, more fondling and then, "Oh my, I almost forgot! we're gonna need to secure your hands and feet, so you don't thrash about inadvertently... We don't want any injuries, now do we?" With that, she brought out two sturdy velcro ties and proceeded to fasten one around my ankles, and the other around my arms behind me. "Is this really necessary?" I muttered, "You know I wanna cooperate." "I know, sweetie. It's just a precaution for your own safety, should you get carried away and lose control... Plus, in order to get the best results, you can't be allowed to touch yourself. Okay hon?" "Okay." She went back to stroking and I leaned my head back, eyes closed, feeling all these incredible sensations. My whole body was starting to tremble as tingling thrills surged up and down my spine. My dick was getting so hard it felt like it might break if she tried to bend it. Blue veins stood out firmly up and down the shaft but she just went on stroking and rubbing. Fast then slow, squeezing hard then softly, all in a strange unpredictable rhythm. All the while, the cap was firmly installed to my dick-head. Presumably, it was to prevent or delay orgasm by squeezing the sponge-like tissue down to the smallest size possible. This stroking went on relentlessly for several long minutes, during which she would point my shaft in different directions, pulling it sideways or down as far as it could go, then letting it snap back with an audible slap to my belly. "Ouch!" "Now now sweet boy, a little pain is sometimes necessary... I'm sure you can take it." All I could utter was a muffled "Mmph." as I realized this was becoming more than 'a little pain'... By now the friction was starting to chafe my tender skin, and the swelling of my hard-on just plain hurt. Moments of pain followed by intermittent bouts of pure carnal enjoyment. Gentle caressing alternated with rough manhandling. Within a few seconds, I would go from delicious erotic excitement to over-stimulated irritation which prevented any thought of orgasm. She also would grab my scrotum, circling the neck with thumb & forefinger, then pull down firmly. Stretching my balls to the limit, she'd pull down hard, hold, then let up, all in a series of rhythmic yanks which seemed to be part of some additional procedure. This felt good, to a point. When she tugged down really hard, the pain was alarming, but just as I felt I couldn't take anymore, she would let up and continue the up & down squeezing motion. That's what felt good. So good in fact, it brought me closer and closer to orgasm. At one point when I felt like I was right on the brink, she just stopped. Let go her hands and stepped back to watch as I squirmed. "Wha--" I grumbled, actually wanting her to continue. "I think it's time to free you from the little helmet and start the next phase." While she was removing it, I thought to myself, "Hope it's not gonna hurt as much as the last part." Then as if she could read my mind, she said, "This won't be nearly so painful, but, you will surely find it to be quite demanding." I twitched, visibly. "I'm confident you will stand up to the challenge, honey. Now just relax, breathe easy, and know you're in good hands." As I stood leaning against the table with hands & feet tied, my cock twitched and bobbed up and down intensely, thoroughly of its own volition. She paid attention to this with great delight. "Now that's what I call a wanton display of sexual excitement!" she laughed. "You see there? Blatant evidence of extreme arousal, and you haven't even seen me naked yet... Well, play your cards right, and you just might get the chance." She proceeded to remove the device, place it on the table, then went back to applying powder and manhandling me. My boner was starting to droop at this point, but she didn't seem to mind. She also removed the leather collar from my balls, saying, "It's time for the 'weights'... I'm going to start you on a gradually increasing series of heavy rings around your scrotum." I remembered she had mentioned something 'wider', I guess this was it. She went to a drawer and brought out some small boxes. "We're going to install this one first, it's not the lightest in my set, it weighs one pound, but I think it'll be just right for you." She took it out and showed it to me. I saw a gleaming silvery metal ring, about 3/4 of an inch thick. Basically two pieces which fastened together with a set-screw. It looked to be heavy. "Putting it on is a bit tricky, but once we do, I think you'll find it quite comfy... the inside diameter is perfect for your sac." I wondered how did she know the diameter of my sac. She came forward and matter-of-factly circled my balls with thumb & finger, pulled down, stretching the scrotum and placed the two halves together around the 'neck' of my sac. Then it was just a matter of tightening the screw to hold both halves together. For me, a little hair pull and/or a quick pinch here and there, but besides that I was fine. "There, how's that-?" she said, standing back. It felt amazingly good. "Fine." I admitted. "Excellent!" She was obviously pleased, and so went on to explain, "I like a man's balls to hang low outside the body... so much easier to grab and fondle. I love to hold them and roll 'em around in my hand like marbles." Lifting mine she started doing just that. "This ball-weight program will train your scrotum to relax and let those marbles hang loose." She pulled the ring gently downward. "Ideally, a sort of cellular memory is formed, and your delicious eggs will hang that way naturally." I wondered if this would really work on me. I've always liked it when my balls were hanging loose, but in the past every time I got horny they would retreat back up into the body, as my scrotum puckered tightly like a prune. "Nowthen," she said in an official tone, "to begin the second phase of your training, we need to apply stimulation and pressure on your prostate." I winced. "Oh don't worry, I'm sure you'll enjoy it... a bit challenging at first, but the results will be well worth it." she asserted. With that, she opened another drawer containing a collection of all sorts of insertable items. Butt-plugs, dildos, vibrators, in every size and description. Plus many devices that I didn't recognize. I shuddered. "We will need to widen your hole... by inserting bigger and bigger plugs, we'll gradually increase your 'stretchability'... and thus, the size of what you can take." I flinched visibly, thinking about it, but she reassured, "Now trust me sweet boy, all men love prostate massage if it's done right... and I know what I'm doing." I relaxed a bit, she said "Good." as she snapped on rubber gloves and went about lubing up my butt hole. The feeling was indescribably erotic as she probed me. First one finger, then two, then three, wiggling, twisting and undulating while exploring my forbidden zone. My erection grew in spite of this grueling procedure, and in a matter of seconds I was rock hard, dripping precum. "Feel good? hmm? ... I know it does, sweetie." Then removing her fingers she said, "Now let's see... which one of these bad boys should I put in you..?" Rummaging through the drawer, she got an excited expression and said, "Ah-Hah!" as she picked up an excessively large butt-plug. It was dark blue in color and appeared to be 3 inches in diameter at the widest point. The tip which was slanted and only about an inch wide, gradually increased to the full three inches before tapering down to the 'neck' at the base. At the very bottom was a flat platform to prevent the plug from slipping all the way in and getting lost in the colon. I shuddered, wondering how I could possibly take it. Privately, I liked ass-play and owned a few toys, but never anything close to this. "Okay now just relax..." she said softly and brushed her hands under my balls. I felt a little uneasiness, knowing that this monster was surely gonna go all up in me. But then managed to calm down a bit by thinking of how good her fingers had felt. My god, she had all four fingers up my ass and I was loving it! After applying some lube, she began gently pushing the tip at my butt-hole. Sweetly and lovingly she caressed all around my puckered entrance until she knew I was ready, then started firmly pushing at the target. With unyielding resolve she pressed, slowly and relentlessly urging my sphincter to accept this soft invader. "That's good, you're doin' great... give it a little squeeze if you can, baby." My ass opened wider & wider as it went in deeper & deeper. When it was almost half way in, I knew I was in for some pain. It hurt pretty bad, but the pain came in waves, one minute unbearable, the next, fairly tolerable. She persisted with total determination, and I became fearful of serious injury. Possibly the muscle tissues could be torn. Then just about the time I was gonna yell "Stop!" the dark blue mammoth slipped past the portal and was completely in. My sphincter was now at ease, wrapped comfortably around this beast. "There we go honey! now wasn't that worth the effort?" she looked at my expression and said, "I thought so!" My boner had deflated to half-mast, but now with the thing nicely in me, and with this gorgeous lady looking on with glee, I started to feel tingling sensations arising. She strutted back and forth as if appraising my predicament. I could see she was greatly pleased. I was here for her amusement. And I had no problem with that - on the contrary. I love it when two people get off on each other for their own selfish gratification. I started to swoon, but then let my attention come back to this elegant woman in front of me and the spectacular setting I had lucked into. She had me totally under her control, and was going to push my limits like I'd never before experienced. I knew I would probably orgasm like never before. Plus, at the same time she would be using me for her own self-indulgent recreation, and probably orgasm so many times we'd both lose count. ---Sweet. My cock started throbbing of it's own accord. She moved close to me, lightly touching her lips to my ear. I wanted so bad to grab her and feel her but my arms were still securely tied. She brushed her hands up and down my body, pausing at the genitals, all the while putting her face close enough to inhale my scent. I could smell her scent as well. With a quick dip of the talc, she grabbed my twitching boner, and with her other hand reached around behind me to the butt-plug. Looking me in the eye, she began to wiggle the plug back & forth and around in circles. Gently at first, then firmly at odd intervals. A tingling rush spread from deep inside my ass. My whole body started twitching. I knew my prostate was being manipulated by an expert. Waves of pure erotic ecstasy engulfed me as she jiggled the anal intruder. And all the while she continued to stroke my throbbing boner. As her ministrations got more intense, so did my fevered state of arousal. I kicked my legs and bucked my hips compulsively. Whenever she sensed I was getting close to orgasm she stopped and watched my dick as it bobbed up & down. At these moments she would pull downward on the ball-weight and squeeze firmly on my swollen purple head. Then it was back to deliberate stimulation. Words cannot describe how good it felt. With my ball-sac loose & low, the huge plug all up in me, the gentle massage on my cock, I was totally at the mercy of this gorgeous woman. I was being forced to submit, yet I wanted it at the same time. God how I wanted to come, but that wasn't gonna happen until she allowed it. The sensations were overwhelming. I reached a point where it no longer mattered to me if I climaxed or not. All that really mattered was this delicious feeling, and I wanted it to go on forever. Delirious, I started babbling muddled phrases in a vain attempt to express my excitement. She giggled and said, "Hmm? What's that honey? - I didn't catch that. Say again?" taking great pleasure as I squirmed. She carried on with the edging procedure and I went on bucking & squirming in total ecstatic frustration. This continued for at least 15 minutes. My excitement ramped higher & higher until I felt unable to take anymore. And that pushed me into uncontrolled hysteria. I was now in a different state of consciousness. I stopped thrashing. All I could do was take it all in. My perception was focused. I saw and felt everything with amazing clarity, and I no longer was trying to avoid discomfort. No striving, no frustration, I was able to abide in this moment, trembling at the peak of arousal. My breathing relaxed to a steady rhythm. "That's it, there we are, kid..." she said softly. Then cooing and humming sweetly, she ran her smooth hands up and down my body. Then fetching the paper towels she said, "Just stay relaxed honey..." and reached up under me to grasp the butt-plug. "Taking it out is lots easier than putting it in," she started pulling gently, "now push for me like when you poop... good, that's right..." And before I knew it the monster was on the table, wrapped in paper towels. Whew! that was easier than I expected. "Now here comes the part you're gonna like, young man." she said, eyeing me up & down lewdly. Turning, she snapped on a rubber glove, grabbed the KY jelly and started to lube my tender hole. Still in this strange new state of consciousness, my boner straight up and throbbing, tingling waves running all through my body, I heard her say, "Oh, I'm gonna like this too!" With that, she inserted a finger (first one, then two) up my ass, and with her other hand started stroking my dick. Ever so gently she stroked with her dry powdered hand, and with her probing fingers she found my prostate. I was frozen in space, having no choice but to just take it. Expertly, she ramped me up to the brink of explosion then backed off each time, only to start again. "I removed the plug because I can feel with my finger more precisely... to determine the exact moment..." I heard her say this but unable to think, I had no way to apply the concept. My brain was involved in other more pressing matters. She went on & on with total control, causing the most exquisite sensations I have ever experienced. At times I would thrust my hips forward, or throw my head back & forth wildly, but they were purely autonomic reactions. As she continued relentlessly I slipped even more into this feverish madness. Like a delirium or frenzy, but with no turmoil whatsoever. Then at one point she stood up and to my utter astonishment, she matter-of-factly took off her blouse exposing the most beautiful pair of tits I've ever seen! They had the perfect hang. Erect nipples surrounded by bumpy areolae. I was stunned, this was more than I could imagine wishing for. Smiling casually, she sat down again and resumed her wicked procedure. One finger went in my ass and found that delicious spot, while her other hand returned to the delicate caress of my blue-veined throbber. She seemed to delight in 'accidentally' letting those gorgeous boobs rub up against my bare skin. I couldn't believe this was happening, the sight of those luscious hangers sent me even further into the delirium. She was sexy beyond imagination. I was in awe. I surrendered to her control with total abandon. She started making a 'come hither' motion with her finger on my prostate, and every so often with her other hand, she would stop stroking and pull down on the ball-weight then give my dick-head a squeeze. Precum was dripping abundantly. I jerked and shuddered involuntarily at odd times. I was lost in a dream yet wide awake. My dick started to quiver of its own accord. I knew I was getting close, but had no idea how close. She seemed to know exactly, and began deliberately stroking in a machine-like rhythm. The pace was faster than before, and went on for several minutes. Very soon I was past the point of no return. She knew it before I did, and leaned her face in closer. "Okay sweetheart, let it go... give it to me." She was squeezing hard, stroking the entire length. "Time to launch that rocket." Then at a moment I couldn't predict, I felt the ringing sensation that precedes a climax. She softened her grip and ran her thumb & fingers lightly on my glans. This caused my final approach to slow down. Inch by inch I headed toward the inevitable spill. The closer I got, the more intense was the burning. It was almost excruciating. I couldn't move. I started panting unconsciously. She kept on going slower and softer, expertly nudging me forward to the brink. The burning got so hot I couldn't stand it. Right at that moment the pulsations began, and she instantly switched back to the hard fast stroke. This of course had the effect of prolonging the duration of my orgasm. She indeed knew the "exact moment". My hips lurched forward as violent spasms overtook me, sending massive ropes of semen into the air. Immense gobs were shooting out at blinding speed, and she was catching most of them in her mouth. She sparkled with incandescent passion as she swallowed every drop. My world was ablaze. It felt like forever. I throbbed and pulsed for so long, I started to wonder if it would ever end. Maybe it was a weird paroxysm or something? I didn't care, that would've been okay by me. But it did end of course, and coasting down, the pulsations went on long after there was no more semen in my balls. She continued slurping lovingly on my still hard penis as if she couldn't get enough. Then she looked up at me and said, "See..? I told you it'd be worth a little pain." I was speechless. I just gawked at her like a schoolboy as she untied me and cleaned us both up. Getting dressed, she told me I could keep the ball-weight, provided I come back for regular checkups. "You've done well so far, but there's a long way to go yet." She gave me her number saying, "Be sure to call me next week." I thanked her and headed to the elevator, feeling dazed and extremely happy.
Frank's Angels Fantasy #005	14,916	4.79	453,816	[ "lesbian", "seduction", "first time", "clit", "seduction" ]	\# 005 -- Coaxing Throughout the day, my Master has been on and off of the phone. All I really know is that he is speaking to Dave, one of his better friends. I've heard my name and the name Pam, Dave's girl, but that is about it. Good girls do not eavesdrop. When and if Master wants me to know, he will tell me. Not until after dinner does that time come. As I am drying and putting away the dishes, Master comes up behind me and presses into me. "When you are done, go and put on that lovely rainbow colored dress." he tells me. Master knows he need not tell me that all I may were under the dress is a bra. I already know that. However, my curiosity is piqued by his choice in dress. The rainbow colored dress is beautiful. Bright, tight and probably the shortest dress I own. More than once I commented that the dress is little more than a long and tight shirt. And more than once, Master grinned at me and replied "Exactly." In our bedroom I find a sexy bra then the dress and put them on. As we are alone in the house, I am already naked. Slipping into the bra is simple enough. The dress I work my way into and when I am in it, I turn and look in the full length mirror. The colors of the dress are bright and very pretty. In addition, the dress is incredibly sheer. As I look at my reflection, I can see my hairless pussy clearly. The lace bra I am wearing cradles my breasts nicely. Master's voice behind me, makes me smile. "God, that dress is so sexy on you. Stand properly, my pretty black slut." As I think him for the compliment, I turn towards him, straighten my back and spread my legs, standing straight before him. My hands go behind my back and I hold them loosely. He walks up to me and reaches for my hair. For a few seconds he simply plays with it. And then he speaks to me. "Tonight, my black cunt will eat pussy." I gulp audibly. "Yes, Master." I try and keep the eagerness out of my voice, but my Master knows me. He leans forward and reaches between my thighs, slapping both in direction for me to open them wider. When he runs his fingers between my pussy lips, we both now know how wet the prospect has already gotten me. "Master's slut loves eating pussy, doesn't she." "Yes, my Master." I whimper, arching against his fingertips. He chuckles and removes his finger from my hot cunt. Moving his fingers to my lips, I greedily suck them clean. The ride to Dave's is quite uneventful. As we get closer, I try and figure out what has happened. Pam, to my knowledge, is completely heterosexual. She never showed an interest in sex with another woman. However, I had no doubt that Master had noticed my interest in her. By the time Master pulls into Dave's driveway, my pussy is sopping wet, just thinking of eating out Pam. As I walk to the door behind my Master, I can feel the moisture on my own pussy. When Pam opens the door, my clit heaves and again, I swallow audibly. Pam has been directed to not dress at all. For the first time, I am seeing her naked and the sight comes close to making me tremble with desire. Her skin is darker than mine is by quite a bit and I am forced to think of ebony. With a will, I force myself to be patient and wait for Master to direct me to at long last touch this girls incredible body. Greetings are exchanged and we are led into a room that makes me think of one of the old Masterpiece Theater sets. Dark oak surrounds us. Two large, overstuffed leather chairs are set at a slight angle in front of an honest to goodness roaring fire. Between the chairs is a small table on which is a decanter of brandy and two snifters, and before the fire is a white bear skin rug. Dave does not even look at Pam when he tells her. "Serve us, slut." and while his tone is mostly loving, there is still something about it that tells me that Pam has in some way or another, displeased her Master. When my Master and Dave have seated themselves, I take a position standing at his right hand, slightly behind him in the chair. Pam murmurs just before she goes to pour and it emphasizes to me that something is not exactly right. The Masters talk softly in low voices. I do not try to hear, but I get the gist of why we are here. Pam and her Master had gotten into a disagreement about whether or not she would enjoy being with a woman or not. She insisted she was 'not like that' and would never succumb to the seduction of any woman. Her Master disagreed and called my Master in order to borrow me. I was here to help prove one of them right, and I strongly suspected which of them would win this argument. My Master chuckled softly, no doubt suspecting exactly what I did. He glanced up at me and caught my eye. "Do your best, my Angel." he barely suppressed the humor in his voice. Dave looked at Pam and, his voice deep and commanding, told her. "Stand on the rug, slut. Face us." Pam looked for a moment as if she would protest, but after a moments hesitation, obeyed. She stood on the rug, turned and faced the men. To me she looked a bit like a Greek statue, ramrod straight, her objections obvious in every muscle. With a nod, my Master directed me. "Begin when you are ready, my Angel." Immediately I stepped out from behind the chair and walked to the edge of the rug. Then I paused and considered how I wanted to 'tackle' this problem. When my Master and I talked about Pam, I know he saw my desire for her in my eyes. I wanted her. But I had to be careful. She was reluctant, to say the least. Slowly, I walked around her, giving her a wide berth, to make sure I did not brush up against her. I stood behind her, staring into the fire and collecting and rejecting various thoughts. The only sound in the room was the crackling of the fire. Licking my lips, I made my decision and I turned slowly. I took three steps, which brought me as close to Pam as I could be without physically touching her with my breasts. I leaned forward and, when she felt my breath against her neck, she tensed. "Did you know that I have wanted something like this ever since I first set eyes on you?" I whispered so low, I doubt the Masters could overhear me. Pam gasped and I heard her breathe. "Why?" as quietly as I had. I allowed a small smile to grace my lips. "You're beautiful, for one." I kept my voice very low and hoped the Masters would not demand I speak up. That would spook Pam, I was sure of it. "And you're smart and funny. Did I mention you were sexy as all hell?" The sound that came out of her mouth next was a scoff which told me that she had many of the same self-esteem problems I had faced in the beginning days with my Master. Now I could bolster her up ... and perhaps even turn her on. "I've fantasized about you." I breathe softly into her ear. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her eyes flick from her Master to mine. "Master knows how wet I get thinking of you. He's asked me what I would do to you if I had half a chance." Again, Pam tensed visibly. She was afraid that, if I succeeded, she would become something horrible. I'd known girls like that before. In that way, she and I differed. I'd always been attracted to women as well as men. Swallowing softly, I continued. "I would lean in and let you feel my breath on the back of your neck." exhaling, I know she could now feel it. "But I would ask things ... do what pleased you." and would please me, I added to myself. Inhaling deeply, I shared a thought. "I would ask if you like having the nape of your neck kissed." I paused. "And if you've ever felt a pair as soft as mine, without the mustache hairs of your Master." The last part of that must have been what set her giggling. However she did not reply, so instead of doing it, I simply moved on. "Then I would ask if you would mind if I brought my hands around to your breasts. If I kneaded, twisted and pulled at them the same way you would when you are masturbating." I heard her swallow and knew I must have hit the top layer of paydirt. "Do you like soft kisses down your front, between your breasts. Would you like it if I did that even as I continued to pull at your tits?" Now I heard a gulp. Progress. "We are both dirty little sluts, Pam." I whispered. "Tonight is the first time I've seen you naked and ..." I sighed with my desire. "Can you smell how wet I am now I've seen your pussy? You're making my mouth water." Pam inhaled then and I went on. "Can you imagine my hands on your clit. Stroking. Slapping?" She whimpered and I almost cheered. I leaned closer. "Please. Let me show you how good it can be with a woman..." For a moment, I feared I had spoken too soon and scared her off. But then she leaned back, very slightly. Just enough do bring her neck within range of my lips. I kissed the nape of her neck and paused a moment to inhaled of her scent. Then I licked at her neck, slowly and sensuously. I felt her shudder under my tongue and I suppressed a smile. Opening my mouth slightly, I nipped softly at her neck. Pam's breathing became the slightest bit heavier. Embolden, I took a step forward, pressing my tits to her back. My arms came forward and I just barely touched the skin on her hips with my fingers. Lightly, I ran my hand up her hips, along her side and to her tits, which I cupped in both of my hands. "So soft." I whispered, feeling my clit pulse. Grabbing them harder, I pulled at them. Then I put both of her now hard nipples between my thumbs and my forefingers and twisted. Pam whimpered. With a tug, I began turning her. I let go of her nipples and we moved so our Masters could see us from the side and we were face to face. Pam's nipples were so hard. Looking at them I gulped again and found myself wanting to get out of the tight, sheer dress I was wearing so I could feel her nipples against mine without even the thin fabric between us. But I could not without the permission of my Master. I did not ask, however. As far as I was concerned, this was all for Pam. Master would know how hot it was making me and, as long as I was good, fuck me senseless later. I came forward and brushed my chest against hers, as our faces came within half an inch of each other. Searching her eyes, I saw confusion and even a little fear. Licking my lips, I kept my voice low, but not as low as I had. The Masters were likely to hear me if they were listening and I had no doubt they were. "May I kiss you, Pam?" Shocking me, it was Pam who leaned forward, capturing my lips with hers instead of the other way around. I put my arms around her and pulled her close to me. The kiss was tentative at first, but when I slid my tongue into her mouth, she made no move to stop me. My hands moved to her ass and gripped it tightly. I finally broke the kiss and began to nuzzle her neck. "You are so fucking hot." I breathed, even as I slipped my leg between both of hers. She resisted me a moment and then allowed it. I pressed the top of my thigh up and could feel her heat before I got there. "You're hot. And wet." I observed as my thigh spread her pussy lips and her wetness spread on my leg. Pam raised her head and sighed a trembling sigh. "God." she breathed. "What's wrong with me?" I moved one hand from her ass cheek, lowered my leg and slipped my hand where it had been. Her clit was hard, hot and slick under my fingers. "Nothing." I assured her, as I began to stroke her clit. "You feel just fine to me." I nipped her neck and she whimpered. With a slight smile I doubled the pressure and speed of my fingers on her clit. She cried out and pressed into my hand, wanting more. I rubbed fast and furiously for another ten or fifteen seconds and, as directed on the way over by my Master, stopped. Her reaction was immediate. "Please. Crystal. Please. Don't stop." In an almost teasing voice, tinged with a bit of sorrow, I told her. "I do not have permission to fuck you, Pam. That is to say, your Master wants you to beg him permission for me to fuck you." Pam's voice trembled. She was a stubborn black whore. Begging meant admitting she was wrong and she did not want to do that. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dave nod to my Master, who spoke through his amused chuckle. "Tease her, my slut." he commanded. "Encourage her to do what she wants to do." "Yes, my Master." I replied as I looked deep into Pam's eyes. I slipped a single finger between her pussy lips and rubbed with a slowness that would have driven me insane. Directing my words to her, I started my teasing. "You're so wet. God, I can smell you." I brushed my lips against hers. "I can almost taste you, Pam." grinding my tits into hers, I continued. "Can you imagine it? My tongue on your slit? Licking ... sucking ..." I increased the speed of my finger just a touch. "Nipping that beautiful, black, clitty?" She whimpered again. I had a way with words that was coming in quite handy now. "Imagine how my tongue deep in your pussy would feel, Pam. Sucking your juice. Backing my head away so I have room to give that clit a good, sharp slap..." Pam moaned, but I avoided smiling. She opened her mouth and when she spoke, I felt my clit stand and cheer. "Master." her voice was rough. "Please forgive me. I was wrong and you were right." she whimpered at the feel of my finger slowly teasing her clit. "I will like being fucked by a woman, Master. Please. Your slut begs you. Let Crystal fuck your slut, Master. Let her make me cum for you." I could see Dave smirking. "I don't know..." he hedged, obviously enjoying the moment. "Your black whore begs you, Master." and it came through in her voice. "I am so fucking wet, Master. She has me on the edge. Please, please, please! Master! She is so good Master." Dave arched both of his eyebrows. "But she is a woman, my slut." he reminded her. "You don't like women." When Pam turned to face her Master suddenly, my fingers slipped right off of her clit. But I knew it would be pulsing. Protesting the loss of contact. She dropped to her knees, her knees spread and her pussy lips glistening from the wetness I had brought about. Clasping her hands together, she began to plead. "Master, your whore will do anything for you. Anything! You see how wet my black cunt is because of her! So right, Master! You were so right!" The words made Dave laugh. He was vindicated. But his speech was not rushed. With a sidelong glance, he took my Master into his sight. "Would you mind of Crystal fucked my slut, Frank? Made her cum?" I knew my Master was enjoying the teasing as much as anyone. "Well, Dave." he began, slowly. "I won't mind a bit. The question is ..." and he paused a moment. "How many times do you want my girl to make your girl cum?" he turned his eyes to me. "Aren't you supposed to be teasing someone, my cunt?" I blinked and nodded. "Yes, my Master." I agreed and sank to my own knees. Permission had been granted. Now the Masters were negotiation a number. Pam turned to me, her eyes frustrated. I leaned in and kissed her, turning her away and leaning her back as I did. Our kiss was deep and passionate, and my hand moved down her body to one of her tits, which I pinched. "She really annoyed me." Dave was saying to my Master. "Part of me says Crystal should keep her on the brink for an hour and my whore doesn't cum at all." While I had no problems with this idea, Pam whimpered and my Master laughed. "Don't be cruel, Dave. Give her at least one." My hand left Pam's tit and I slid down her body. Her thighs sprang open of their own volition and I settled between them. I inhaled deeply of her incredibly aroused pussy, but turned my head and only kissed her thigh. Humming as if unsure, Dave soon sighed with what appeared to be mock resignation. As my tongue slid up her thigh to just graze her slick, dark cunt lips, he relented. "That's fair. But no more than three." I backed up and slid my tongue up her other thigh, again touching her cunt lips when my own Master told me. "Make her cum, my black whore. But stop at three or when Dave calls an end to it." Lifting my head, I spoke clearly. "Yes, my Master." and then raised my hand and slapped her clit, sharply. "Thank you, Master!" Pam screamed with both gratitude and delicious pain. I lowered my head to her cunt and lapped her clit fast and furiously, alternating every few seconds with another sharp slap. In less than a minute Pam almost sat up screaming and begging "Oh, Master! Master! Fuck! Fuck! Please! Let me cum, Master! I'm begging you!" I wasn't even beginning to pay attention to Dave's facial expression. At long last I was tasting Pam's cunt and loving every second of it. But I did listen carefully and when I heard his voice grant her with. "Cum, my bi sexual whore. Know a woman is making you cum!" I lowered my head and sucked her clit into my mouth, sucking her as hard as I often sucked my Master's cock. Pam screamed her thanks to the ceiling as she came right then and there, arching her hips into my mouth. My own clit heaved and I knew I was sopping wet myself, even if I was still dressed. Of their own volition, my ass rose in the air as I rode her orgasm out with her. She was just beginning to come down when I heard her Master bark. "No rest, bi cunt! Keep cumming!" Gladly I began licking her cunt again, moaning at her taste. Pam could not speak as I licked hard and fast up her slit and then began tongue fucking her. She could only scream, and she did, beginning to writhe under me. "Crystal, could you turn around. Almost like a sixty-nine. I need to get in there." Dave's voice came to me. I knew what he meant and, my tongue still on Pam's clit, I moved my body, my head facing between her legs and my knees spread around her head. Spreading my legs made my clit beg again for some kind of attention and I moaned into her clit, causing it to spasm under my tongue. I saw the hands on Pam's hips and knew they belonged to her Master. She obviously felt them too, because as they lifted her hips, she began begging again. "Yes! Please, Master. Fuck me! Fuck me while she licks me!" Raising my head as he lifted her hips, I was watching him slide into his girl, just as I felt my own Master slap my inner thighs in his signal for me to open my legs further for him. I did it eagerly, begging in my turn. "Please, my Master. Fuck your dirty black whore while I eat this cunt!" How I avoided cumming as my Master shoved up the little dress and slammed deep into me I don't know, but even as he was pulling out a little, I was begging him, even as I ate Pam's delicious cunt. "Master. I want to cum for you. It feels so good! God, Master. Please!" and mixed with my begging cane Pam begging for the same thing. Our Masters gave us both permission in unison. "Cum for me, slut!" and we did, Pan thrusting her hips up and me thrusting back, trying to get my Masters incredible cock even deeper in my hot, wet cunt. As I began to come down, I panted as I licked Pam's slit at the same frantic speed her Master was licking her at. But just as I thought Master might be done with me, his thrusts got harder and his balls began slapping into my hot and needy clit. "Don't stop cumming, baby." he ordered. "I didn't give you permission to stop cumming. Pam and I were in the same boat. Under orders not to stop cumming. "Yes, Master." I panted, feeling another orgasm coming up behind the first. I cried out when I felt the tongue ... Pam's tongue ... on my clit, licking it while my Masters balls slapped it. The sensation was too much and I barely had time to scream "I'm cumming again Master!" before I did, muffling my scream by covering Pam's clit with my tongue as it moved under it and her Master's cock slammed in and out of her. All either of us could do is moan and lick each others turgid clits. Pam sucked mine into her mouth as I nibbled hers and then we switched. I sucked while she nibbled. Our hips gyrated in pleasure and inside of us, our Masters slammed harder and harder into us. They came within ten seconds of each other and paused before pulling out. I dived into the cream pie that was left for me, sucking greedily at Pam's cum soaked cunt. If I wasn't half blind with pleasure, I would have been shocked at Pam doing the exact same to my own cunt. We sucked at each other and shook with pleasure. We hit our third orgasm together, sixty-nineing each other like two starving women. She felt so good with her mouth around my clit, sucking me so eagerly while my own mouth was filled with her juices mixed with her Masters. Taking my mouth from her pussy was one of the hardest things I had ever done. I wanted to keep her cumming over and over again while I sucked her dry. But the Masters had limited her to three and I rolled off of her, resting a shaking hand on her leg. I listened as she panted in post orgasmic bliss. "Thank you, Master. You were so right. I am a black bi sexual cunt who loves having her pussy eaten and eating pussy herself." she groaned softly. "I thank you so much for teaching me the error of my thoughts." For my part, I lay smiling and panting, looking at my Master, who was smiling in pride at me. "Good girl." he crooned. "Very good girl!"
Mature Prudish Woman Blackmailed Ch. 03	33,334	4.53	1,560,180	[ "control", "exhibitionism", "fetish", "humiliation", "mature", "gangbang", "older woman", "spanking", "submissive", "strangers" ]	This is part 3 of a series and it is highly recommended that you read the first two parts in order to understand the characters. As usual all comments are welcomed and encouraged. \\\\\* A year had passed since my sexual escapades and I had returned to the familiar role that I had had throughout my married life. I became the timid, shy and submissive housewife to my husband. I loved being such. He also insisted that I start to dress according to my persona and changed from wanting me dressed in stockings and suspenders all the time, to wanting me in plain cotton bras, panties and modest dresses. At first this seemed a little strange and unusual, yet I soon realised that this would preserve the special time for dressing up. We did not want it to become commonplace and to lose the exciting, novelty that went with it. Being a drab little housewife to the public, did not mean I wanted to screw with my beloved husband any less, it just meant that our personas and roles in life, as portrayed to the outside world, seemed more natural and suited to my submissive nature. Away from prying eyes, Jack would still spank me from time to time. Just as we refrained from overdoing the 'dress-up', we also wanted our punishment sessions to be infrequent and therefore not lose their novelty and excitement. I still loved being chastised by my dominant husband like a child, my bare bottom being spanked as I was told off for my misdemeanours. The butterflies were still be there as I prepared myself in my stockings, garter and heels and the delicious tingle that would run into my vagina, never failed to excite me. I would stand in the corner, hands folded in front of me, looking down at the floor like a naughty girl awaiting a spanking, as I waited dutifully for my owner to command me over the bed. I was blissfully happy with my life. I had the wonderful bonus of having given birth to two beautiful children, long after the time that I had given up hope of being a mother. Although they were growing fast and I was slowly encouraging them away from my milk, I still breast fed my children from time to time. (This was still the wonderfully bonding experience when it came after a punishment. I can't explain why the feelings of my sore, tender, bruised and incredibly swollen nipples being tortured with the exquisite, beautiful, and painful pleasure it brought as I nursed my babies, somehow created a feeling that they owned me too and that I was there to serve them.) Jack knew that he owned my body completely and he could do with it whatever he so wished. He had a plan. We had watched gentle porn clips together and I knew that Jack had a thing about women flashing stockings in public, the exhibitionist and the voyeur sections were always a favourite of his. We watched and learned from couples who did this, their skill in subtly and innocently teasing their audience was sexy to watch. These couples and their videos became our inspiration and our motivation. One day Jack said, "When you dress for me on our 'Special Occasions' I love the fact that you belong to me and that I own you but I also want other men to look at you as well." Jack loved owning me and when we went out he always made a big play of such. He admitted that he wanted to exhibit me a little more and that he wanted to observe me in everyday situations flashing my stockings for him. He also wanted to see other men's reactions to me, as I gave them an 'innocent flash'. This culminated one evening with him demanding that I dress as ordered but in a skirt even shorter than usual. It never ceased to amaze me how a person could be so different on demand. When Jack decided it was time for me to change persona to pleasure him, I could change into my alter ego simply by virtue of dressing. I would fix my hair differently, put on a little make up and simply by the addition of heels, nylon and lace, I was transformed into my alter ego, like superman in a phone booth. That night, as we walked down the street where most of the bars in our town were, my heels clicking on the pavement and my skirt only just covering my stocking tops, I felt incredibly sexy. I felt wonderful when men took sly looks at me and I was amazed how strange it was, that simply dressing up took me from one extreme to the other. From drab prude to sexy mature woman. We would sit in bars, not being obvious or crude about it, but subtly allowing men to see my stocking tops, garter belt clasp and the contrast between the black nylon and my white creamy thigh as I crossed my legs. I would go shopping and bend, twist and move in such a way as I subtly and selectively allowed men to see up my skirt. Jack would always be 'just another guy' browsing the shop, as he watched my performance and my audience's appreciation. He was always filming with the hidden camera for our enjoyment later. This was very mild, saucy and innocent fun. It sounds a little pathetic compared with what I had experimented with previously, with the extremes of sexual activity that some people indulged in and with the 'raw dirty sex' written about in erotica. Yet Jack and I absolutely loved the innocence of it all. It was sweet juvenile flashing and I came alive with the feelings of being desirable, that I got from all the attention. Jacks love of internet porn also gave him an idea for showing me off further. He had really enjoyed watching the clips on websites where women exposed themselves to delivery guys. We talked about how something like this needed to be mutually exciting, it needed to be for both of us, not just one and decided to give it a try. It was so incredibly exciting, don't get me wrong, this was very gentle controlled flashing, it was naughty rather than dirty. We started by flashing at home with pizza delivery etc but we realised that it would inevitably become a taking point between these guys and we didn't want to get a reputation. Due to take away food options being limited, there was only a limited scope for showing myself without it being to the same guy twice. We decided that the best environment would be the hotel room, as a hotel room consisted of a bedroom and a bathroom, therefore being in various states of undress at the moment room service arrived was quite natural. The incident would then seem accidental, which helped us keep the exposure 'innocent'. On the arrival of our target, (almost exclusively young men, but I once did have the thrill of exposing myself to a young girl which was quite a turn on.) I would emerge from the bathroom wearing just a robe. I would have it tagged back at the shoulders a little so as to expose my breasts when I moved or bent in a certain way. I would on occasions, allow the cord around my middle to work loose and give the service guy fleeting glimpses of my pussy through the gap. As we progressed we inevitably graduated to the full towel drop. I would drop the towel and exclaim like it was an accident (the blushing embarrassment genuine.) I would hesitate a few seconds to allow this perfect stranger to take in my breasts and vagina, before bending to grab my towel. I would always deliberately stand on the corner of the towel, so as I straightened it would snap back out of my fingers, therefore giving the man even longer to fully appreciate my naked body. Being an old fashioned woman, brought up the way I had been and in the marriage that I had, meant that these games were terribly daring. They brought me alive and made me feel attractive and desirable. It was so fantastically inappropriate for me to be naked in front of young boys who were total strangers to me, to which the heat and trembling between my legs were ample testament to. However what made them really special, was the fact that without exception I was punished for it afterwards. One day I revealed myself to the young boy that had been sent up with our order. I stood fully naked before him as he nervously and embarrassingly tried to look away from me. A task he found impossible. I felt a delicious tingle inside my pussy as he tried valiantly not to look at me, a task that was ultimately doomed to failure. He gave up trying and just brazenly stood and gazed at my breasts and the neat black triangle covering my vagina, before I began (my embarrassment as obvious as his) stammering my apologies and covering myself again. When he had left Jack's voice filled the room. "What do you think you are doing?" said Jack as he emerged from the bathroom (he had been able to watch through the gap in the door.) "Nothing baby, honest I stuttered. I just had an accident with the towel that's all baby," I claimed as I realised what was about to happen and I slipped into the role demanded of me with ease. "Don't give me that you little slut, you have been letting men see your body again haven't you?" Amidst all my protestations of innocence I was dragged to the bed and after placing the pillows across the bottom of the bed, Jack ordered me across them. "Oh no please baby, please, I wasn't doing anything wrong honest," I cried as I lay across the pillows, placing my pelvis in just the right place to raise my bottom seductively into the air. My young lover then proceeded to spank my lying, slutty, cheating ass for me as I deserved. The dialogue between us never really changed - there was no need to change something which worked so spectacularly well and 'did it' for both of us every time. The words started to come, interspersed with Jack's hands spanking my reddening cheeks unmercifully. "You dirty little slut," Whack "You have been letting men look at your saggy tits again haven't you?" Whack "You have let strange men see between your legs haven't you?" Whack "You want them to look at you don't you, you dirty old whore?" Whack My protestation of innocence in reply to the accusations changed under the beautiful and exquisite onslaught on my buttocks. I began to admit the charges. "I am sorry Darling I cried, I can't help being a little slut, I want them to see my saggy tits and look at my pussy, I am sorry I am a whore," I cried. Whack, whack, whack. My cheeks had long since turned red and were now in the process of bruising. I was not only turned on by the scenario we were playing but in the knowledge that this sexual excitement would stay with me for days to come. The exquisite and oh-so-exciting feeling of pain in my ass, stimulated incessantly by every movement I would make, would keep me sexually aroused and primed for my master for days to come. Jack stopped spanking my cheating ass and I nearly came on the spot - it was time for him to fuck me! Roughly gripping my already sore buttocks he spread me wide. "This is what dirty, slutty, cheating, cheap little whores like you deserve," he snarled, and plunged his huge cock into my sopping desperate vagina. I felt the tight ring of my opening and my small labia being bulldozed apart as his rampant beautiful cock defiled me. His length spread me internally all the way along the length of my pussy, in the most sensationally exciting and brutal way. To a submissive, this raw fucking I was now getting was heaven, I was being used and abused by my master and I started to cum. As Jack pounded me, verbally abusing me in the same manner as he had whilst punishing me, I was in heaven. My master's cock pounded me as I serviced him with my lying, cheating worthless pussy. The sensations, both physically and mentally were everything I needed and the onrushing orgasm from my poor little defiled pussy took over me completely. As the firework display went off inside me, my whole body convulsing, with perfect timing my master completed the scene. Jack came inside me and I fulfilled my role. I felt like a subservient woman should when her man spurts his cum deep into her vagina, I felt so feminine, so womanly and so complete when the ultimate act was finished and the hot, pink, intimate depths of my pussy was filled by my man's semen. That night my gorgeous young lover and I, laid in each others arms. I felt so complete. Spanked and fucked by my master, then cuddled and loved my man, as he kissed me and told me how beautiful I was and how much he loved me. We made love incredibly tenderly and gently as if to reinforce these feelings, I even cried with happiness as I had a sensual and satisfying orgasm underneath my young lover. One day, a little while after this episode, my in-laws again had the children for the night. Jack came home in the evening and after our meal he simply pointed to the stairs and said, "Dress." I knew instantly what that meant and without a second's hesitation, I obeyed my young dominant husband. My life had been so crazy since I met Jack, with my sex life seeming to change course quite regularly. That night Jack took to me to a club, it was a member's only club and Jack presented the doorman with an introduction from one of the leading members of the club and we were granted admission. The furniture in the room was very casual and it seemed more like someone's home rather than a public place. There were easy chairs, 'throws' and sofas all around and didn't seem to be laid out in any organized fashion. "Sit here, said Jack, and I will get us a drink." While he was gone I looked around at the other people in the club and suddenly realised that the women were dressed very similarly to each other. All the women had short dresses on and I could even see some of them were wearing stockings and suspenders, the realisation that I was dressed in my 'special outfit' in very much the same manner, both unnerved me and intrigued me equally. Everyone was dressed very much in the Dom/sub style. In the middle of the floor was a strange looking shaped thing. It was a soft upholstered arc, a curved shape with the flat to the floor making an 'n' shaped structure. Jack brought me my drink and we sat silently, he was letting me quietly take in the sights. Throughout the evening the tension perceptively rose and to my consternation, I suddenly realised that sexual activity had begun to take place. Women who were covered up for the most part earlier, were now openly flaunting their stockings and garter belts and were unashamedly preening themselves and strutting about quite openly to attract male attention. Shortly afterwards I watched as these women openly sucked their partner's cocks and progressed to having full sex. I was astounded and nearly jumped out of my skin in fear, as Jack took my hand and made me stand. I was frightened like a kitten as he led me through the club and relieved (or was I?) when we left and went home. Jack takes up the story. I had taken Julie to the club simply so that she could observe what went on there and what type of club it was. It was definitely not a BDSM club. It catered for the discrete and discerning individual who wanted a very mild and low level form of Dom/Sub or an exhibitionist opportunity. I loved Julie desperately and we enjoyed our 'games' together in a mutually consenting, loving and inclusive way but I had fantasies and a vision of what I would like from her and I had to know whether it was what she wanted. It was one thing being dominant, it is quite another to be abusive. We had a discussion about only wanting what was good for both of us etc, at the end of which Julie took out my cock and as it lay across the palm of her hand she began to kiss it. Interspersed with single kisses came the words, "Make me... Force me... Order me... Command me... I am your property to do with as you please," Julie whispered between the tiny pecks on my rapidly hardening length. The next time we visited the club, I pushed Julie just a little further. "Take off your panties," I ordered. Julie stood to go to the ladies to obey. "Here," was the only word I needed. In front of the whole room, (In truth not many actually saw, they had their own thing going on) Julie pulled down her tiny lacy panties and sat down again. Whilst we were watching everyone else, I ordered her to open her legs in order that people in the room could see her cunt up her skirt. As men would slyly move into position to see between her legs, that's all she did - sit with legs apart knowing that strangers could see her cum bucket under her skirt, all done innocently, as though she had no idea she was on show. Julie resumes. Unknown to me, before the next visit Jack had acquired a little accessory to complete my look. Whilst we sat and had a drink just watching the rest of the room, Jack reached into his pocket and drew out a collar. It was very soft around the neck with little studs on the outside and it had a length of chain leading to a leather handle. I was shaking with excitement as Jack fastened it around my neck, then pulled me to my feet by the lead. He led me into the centre of the room by the collar. I was incredibly conscious of myself and how I looked, I was shaking like a leaf in front of all these people who had stopped to watch. On 4in heels I walked across the room, my breasts swaying under my dress provocatively. He guided me round one side of the 'n' and he walked around the other, so that when he pulled the lead towards him it was obvious what he wanted me to do. Shaking like a leaf I lay across the frame. Jack moved from view and walked behind me, I had no idea what was going to happen. Suddenly I felt my skirt rising up around my waist allowing the whole room to see my stocking clad legs, garter belt and the small triangle of my thong as the rest disappeared between my cheeks. I was the first crack across my ass that sparked me into life. "Oh no Jack, please not here," In the time it took for that thought, Jack had spanked my buttocks twice, three times, four, five. "OH MY GOD." I couldn't believe it, I was being spanked in front of the entire club, my feelings and emotions were an absolute maelstrom. Humiliation, embarrassment, shyness, were all there but so too was excitement, shock and disbelief, not to mention the actual physical sensation of my poor little bum being assaulted like this. Jack whispered the usual things that he knew turned me on and belittled and shamed me. Others couldn't hear too well but, the usual, "Dirty, exhibitionist, slut, whore, cum slut, you want all these strangers to see you don't you, you dirty little slut." all came pouring out. As usual my responses were the same. I denied it like a little schoolgirl protesting my innocence and virtue, until I was beaten into submission and I 'confessed' to being all the things Jack said I was. My pussy was on fire as I lay and admitted to being a dirty whore that wanted strangers to see my dirty pussy. I thought I was going to cum without even being touched on my vagina. Jack recognized the signs and abruptly stopped, he dragged me to my feet, my dress falling back down and regaining some modicum of modesty for me. He led me to the back of the room where I prayed he was going to fuck me, he sat back and said one word. "Suck." In front of a room full of strange men and women I sucked him off. My lips sliding over his engorged crown unable to get much further down his big length, running my tongue around the head and swirling around his cock. I sucked his balls sluttily and ran my tongue up his hard rod repeatedly, all the time knowing that I had an audience and that they would be judging me. I did not disappoint and when Jack could take no more, he spurted into my open mouth, I worked him with my hand, I worked his spewing cock with my lips and mouth, as a room full of strangers watched jet after jet of cum shoot into my mouth. Jack made me play with it so that everyone could see my shame and brazen sluttiness, until the second command "Spit." I allowed the semen to run from my mouth, down my chin and all down the front of my black dress over my tits. I was a filthy act, it was a disgusting action for a mature woman who had just sucked off a mere boy to do, it was lewd and crude and sexy! For the rest of the evening, anyone who cared to look at me would see the cum on my dress, as it stood out starkly against the black material. As I made polite conversation later I had the huge load of my master all over my tits. I looked like a whore. I was not to be fucked, I was desperate and begged him to fuck me and make me cum. Jack made me wait. In the cab home I kept trying to touch myself on my bare pussy, even though I knew the Cabbie could see me in his mirror, I didn't care but I was ordered to stop. We travelled in the cab for a while when Jack leant forward and whispered to the driver, who nodded. After a little while longer we pulled into a deserted industrial estate and the driver pulled up against a factory wall. Jack twisted towards me and pulled my face towards him, he began to kiss me and very sheepishly I responded. Without warning Jack suddenly pulled down my top, exposing my breasts. I gasped and tried to recover the garment, whereas Jack glared at me, which warned me in no uncertain terms not to disobey him. After fondling my breasts (as I looked nervously into the driver's rear view mirror to see if he was watching,) Jack put his hand on my knee. He put slight pressure on the inside of my leg, an action that would have sprung my legs apart in a second in any normal situation. Again I instinctively resisted and whispered to him. "Please Jack not here, he is watching us," I pleaded. The taxi driver had abandoned all pretence of not looking, he had turned in his seat and now openly watched as Jack mauled me. He was old, ugly and disgusting, his teeth were rotten and he both looked and smelled as though he hadn't washed for days. This was definitely NOT fantasy Island. "Open your fucking legs," Jack snarled, making me instinctively respond. "Please Jack, oh please baby don't do this here, I promise I will do anything you ask later." Jack leaned forward and spoke to the driver. "Listen mate, I have picked this old tart up in a club back there and she is desperate for me to fuck her. I was astounded and Jack continued, do you mind if I fuck her here mate? I will give you a good tip." Desperately trying to see up my skirt and see my pussy the driver responded. "If I can fuck her too, I will let you off the fare altogether." "OH GOD NO," please Jack no, I am begging you baby, don't let him have me please." I wailed. "No sorry mate, Jack said, this pussy is mine tonight, if you can pull her when you see her again, you can have her for all I care." I was momentarily relieved, at least Jack didn't intend that I should fuck this horrible man. It was because of that relief that when Jack again pushed on my leg I allowed them to part and fall open. I could have died. My tiny black triangle covering the slit of my vagina came into full view of the cabbie. "Oh hell Jack he can see my pussy babe, please let's leave," I whimpered. Jack's reply was to slide his fingers through my bush down towards my vagina, then on reaching my private part, he slid his fingers either side of my lips. Spreading his fingers he opened me and the pink folds of my inner lips appeared. The driver was lost in himself as my pussy was spread by Jack to his gaze, the delicate lips opening to form a circle around the pink wet hole between them. As Jack slid his finger into me I was transfixed with watching the driver watching me. "I knew I was onto a good thing when I started chatting to her, Jack suddenly said, sparking up a conversation between himself and the man who was busy looking into my preciously intimate folds. You can always tell the old ones who are desperate to get laid," he laughed. The mini cab driver watched up close as I was forced to suck a cock in the back seat. I couldn't understand why, but all the time I sucked Jack's rock hard cock, I couldn't take my eyes from him. "Are you sure I can't have some of that old cunt for myself? The driver asked again, I will even pay you for her." I held my breath for a moment wondering if the next few seconds were going to be the worst of my life. "Please don't sell me to him," I thought panic stricken. "Nah sorry mate, she's not really mine to give, I only pulled her for a quick fuck on the way home." Bastard! I thought having to look the old man in the eyes as Jack fucked me was going to be as bad is it could be. I was wrong. Jack moved me aside and shuffled into the centre of the back seat. "All aboard," he said like a train conductor, whilst trying to stifle the fucking laugh the bastard was having. Knowing my fate was to obey - I did. I climbed on top of him, reached down and positioned his rampant length at my entrance. Leaning forward onto him pushing my breasts into his face, I slid down his huge pole. It was then that I realised just how awful this actually was. In this position my pussy was mere inches away from the drivers face and in this position he could see every part of me. He could watch as Jack's cock used me and my delicate little lips stretched around him sliding easily with my slutty wetness. He could see everything in the most minute detail. Me looking away from him whilst knowing what he could see, somehow seemed to be worse than being able to glare at him. I was forced to fuck myself on this 'strangers' cock in the back of a cab, all the while waiting and expecting the touch of the filthy driver's fingers at any moment. I must admit - it certainly added to the tension, so much so that even in this disgusting situation, forced on me by that bastard of a husband of mine, I started to cum. Jack was so big he simply touched every inch of me internally every time he made love to me and now was no exception. My tiny lips gripped his shaft tightly and my clitoris was teased gloriously and I rode myself to a shuddering climax, knowing my audience's face was probably only a few inches from my pussy. Jack suddenly started to buck up into me more forcibly than ever, he was going to cum. He shot jet after jet of semen up inside me so forcefully I swear I could actually feel it. My final indignity suddenly occurred to me. In this position I had to dismount Jack and the dirty pervert voyeur was able to watch a huge cock slip from my pussy, he could see it gaping open from the girth of Jack's shaft which would allow him to see directly inside my pink sodden hole. If that wasn't bad enough, the river of hot, white, thick and sticky cum that followed Jack's cock out of me made me cringe with embarrassment. Was that the final indignity? No. As I pulled from Jack I suddenly felt the hot wet licks across my bum. It took a moment for my brain to register what it was. The dirty bastard had wanked himself off and shot hot thick ropes of cum onto my body. If his semen being all over my bum cheeks wasn't bad enough, I suddenly felt the disgusting sensation on my little pink lips. The dirty old man had even managed to hit me directly on my gaping pussy with 2-3 jets of his filthy cum. I was covered in the stuff. As if the humiliation of being an 'old woman allowing this stranger boy to fuck her in a cab' wasn't bad enough, having to get some tissues and wipe the taxi driver's cum from myself really was the final indignation. I wiped and wiped gallons of the old, ugly and disgusting man's cum from my ass and my back. I could smell the unmistakable aroma of cum as I cleaned the copious amounts of the old man's semen from my body and I stared at the cum filled tissues. The sight and smell of the paper towels was revolting, disgusting and to my absolute shock, I found it incredibly arousing. I threw the filthy tissues out of the window, I now had the smelly old man's semen on my hands. Yuk! It was gross. All the way home Jack was pissing himself laughing behind the cabbies back. The rotten bastard thought it was oh-so-funny, the scenario that he had invented, together with the look of sheer disgust on my face. Every time we looked at each other he would burst out laughing again. "You rotten, miserable, mean, cruel, filthy, bastard," I said unconvincingly, before finally starting to laugh myself. Jack and I abstained from any form of 'special' sexual activity (except for normal lovemaking) for a few weeks. We had a holiday coming up and we were going to stay with his parents at their villa in Spain. For obvious reasons I could not go on a sun holiday with any marks or blemishes on my body. We had such a wonderful time as a family, Jack and I and our children Charlotte Helen and Andrew James (names which pleased their grandparents greatly) but also we had a great time as an extended family and I got to know Jack's parents Jim and Helen away from the home environment. Sunbathing around the pool, going on excursions, eating and drinking were all done in my dutiful little housewife role. To Jack's parents I was the prim little woman at home that they assumed I was. Due to the presence of our children and his parents our love making was forced to be functional, and for two weeks we had straightforward sex, which basically entailed Jack emptying himself into me and me having functional and uninspiring orgasms laid under him, simply to relieve any sexual need. For the weeks before the holiday and for the time in the villa too, I was missing the sexy warm feeling that I had when dressed a little more prettily. I just felt that in that climate and as relaxed as we were, that I would like to loosen the 'prim and proper' shackles a little. "Darling can I please dress a little prettily and a little more attractive for you tonight? I want to look nice on your arm for you when we go out." I asked one evening. I realised that my alter ego needed to be let free. I had been the dutiful wife and mother on holiday but all the sun on my skin, playing in the ocean, the relaxing and wonderful time I was having and the warm balmy evenings, all combined and to make me want to be pretty. The holiday environment leant itself to dressing prettily and sexily, it allowed the women to wear very little in the warmth of an evening and it made me realise that I wanted to feel good about myself too. I went out that evening in a little dress that I had hastily bought. It was a very pretty yellow summer frock and was incredibly short compared with my usual type of dress. Underneath I was braless and had only a very tiny thong. My yellow 4" heels that I had bought with the dress completed my look. My alter ego fully liberated, I was conceitedly admiring myself in shop windows as we walked towards the restaurants. My tanned body was complimented by the short dress in which my nipples were VERY visible as they bounced and jiggled beneath. As we sat I deliberately crossed and uncrossed my tanned legs to let any one who cared to look, see my thighs. I was a posing, conceited woman, who 'fancied-herself-something-shocking' And I didn't care. As I went to the toilet in the evening I passed a group of young lads who were obviously a bit worse for wear with booze, which liberated their tongues a little too much. "Fucking hell, look at the gilf, I would love to fuck her." "Sure thing, but while you were doing that, she would be sucking my cock." "That is one sexy piece of ass for sure." "Look at the tits jiggle on her." Were all comments I heard the uncouth lads saying, before all bursting out laughing together. At one time I would have been seriously insulted. Now? I loved it. I had been plain and boring for fifty years and now, I wanted to be attractive to men and I wanted them to lust after me. It was as simple as that. That night my alter ego came to the fore and 'kicked the drab lady's ass'. The wonderful sexy feeling, as I walked naked underneath my dress after mischievously taking off my miniscule panties and putting them in my bag, took over me completely. Although I knew that there was no chance that Jack and I could play out our fantasies, I still wanted to, but was disappointed to have to settle for a missionary position-functional screw to relieve the pressure. On arriving home again I wanted to 'play' again as soon as possible but for some strange reason Jack was having none of it. For days we went through the same daily routine of Jack working and me being a housewife and mother but when the evening came, Jack resisted all advances from me, other than a couple of nights when he just screwed me. I resorted to trying to force him to punish me. I kept on being a complete bitch, I would deliberately annoy him and when all that didn't work, I even told him that I thought that the group of lads that had talked about me, were all better looking, probably had better cocks than him and that I wished they had all fucked me. I even resorted to suggesting the children were not his and that he had got lucky that they weren't black given what I had been up to behind his back. Nothing. My young master was miles ahead of me as usual and I finally realised what was happening. At one point the spanking was the punishment, which became the focus of my sexual fulfilment. Now Jack had moved on without me realising it. The withdrawal and denial of that spanking had actually become the new punishment. The new game Jack was playing proved to be one of intense and almost insane frustration for me. Bastard! After a few weeks of frustrating abstinence we returned to the club. I was a trembling utter mess, as I dressed myself and prepared for what was to come. In the club my nervous excitement was building to a point where, I don't want to be crude about this, but my vagina was literally oozing my juices from me, I was so expectant. After waiting an age for Jack to make his move I was in a desperate condition. Weeks and weeks had gone by and with the added pressure of the holiday making me feel so confident and horny, I was becoming frantic. When the magical moment finally came, I shakily made my way onto the floor in my heels, led by the neck in the collar as usual. Jack had led me to the 'n' shaped structure and after putting me in my position he moved behind me. I was dressed in red bra, panties and garter belt with white stockings and red heels. I ached and yearned for his harsh touch, so much so that I was quivering with nervous excitement, my bum was raised seductively like it was pleading for his punishing hand. As the first harsh sting of his hand shocked my expectant cheeks and the thrill ran through me like an electric shock, I groaned as the sexual stimulation shot through my pussy. The difference this time however, was as Jack spanked my poor bottom I felt my panties being pulled down. The shameful excitement I felt on knowing my vagina was visible made me nervous. I quickly looked around the room to see who was stood where and who might be in a position to see my pussy when, "Oh My God." Jack was in front of me! I was being punished and spanked by an unknown and unseen man. Unbeknown to me Jack had given permission for this unknown man to spank me publicly and he had given a nod of approval when the man moved to remove my panties. As his hand fell across my rapidly reddening cheeks, the man kept touching me intimately. In the guise of smoothing my cheeks with his hand between each stroke, a finger kept sliding between my vaginal lips as he deftly touched my pussy. I had no idea whether this was permitted, so I was incredibly frightened and nervous at his touch. "Is Jack aware?" "Am I right to stay silent?" "Is this part of Jack's fantasy or will he go crazy at me later for allowing a man to touch the pussy that he owned?" I was spanked by the man quite roughly and molested secretly by his fingers. As the spanking became a little too much for me to bear any longer, Jack signalled the end and moved in. He tenderly put my coat around my shoulders protectively. "Good girl, I will take you home now." I was pleased like a little girl being complimented and my husbands praise made me feel like a proud little girl who had gained the approval of the grown ups. I nestled into his loving arm like a delicate child. That night I was spanked within an inch of my life. We never did secondary spankings as a rule, it was usually too much for me but that night the accusations were sexy than ever and turned me on more than ever. We had re-crossed a line that we thought had been consigned to the past - another man had touched me - and I was punished as though a betrayed Jack had caught us 'at it'. I was fucked the entire night as the weeks of frustration burst like a dam. After each and every coupling, it was always a desperate me that would try to stimulate Jack so he could take me again and again. I would begin sucking his cock again, tasting the cocktail of our combined juices, cleaning him and trying to bring his cock back to life. I was a bitch on heat and numerous orgasms did not seem to be putting out the fire. That night I doubt whether a real whore could have acted more like one than I did. For a few weeks we returned to normal. Jack working and me looking after house and children. It was amazing how we had been able to slip back into our 'ordinary' life again after our adventures. I would pack away the shameless slut that was my alter ego and become a drab little wife again. But it was becoming that little more difficult each time. My beloved husband and I knew that we were being drawn back into a lifestyle away from our usual life. I was struggling to come to terms with who I was. Was I the timid drab mother? Or was I the submissive slut of my alter ego? I loved being both those people and I would continue to try to live a double life to the best of my ability. We had long conversations about the games we were playing. We thought them quite gentle and innocent and we both derived such intense pleasure and it seemed to strengthen our love even more to the point it was painful. My young master was also trying to come to terms with what he wanted his beloved wife to be. He wanted a dutiful wife and mother, he wanted a filthy whore, he wanted to own and possess me - yet he was turned on by another man spanking me and touching my vagina. (Yes he knew.) Having agonized over moving forward towards the latter Jack decided to tread carefully and to push my limits a little further. The next occasion at the club when Jack decided it was time for me to take centre stage, I stood with my collar and lead hanging, ready for him to lead me, Jack said. "Get your tits out." Without hesitation I pulled down my dress to reveal my tanned, medium sized breasts which sagged a little and the nipples pointed downward a little. Jack made me make my own way into the centre of the room where I lost sight of him. "Hello again my dear, nice to see you again." I spun my head around in surprise, to find a woman had approached me from behind. It was the pool woman who I had shared the experience with, the lady who had seen through me and taught me how to enjoy my breasts being slapped. I stood rigid and shocked into inaction, when the first loud slap rang around the room. By the time my brain had caught up to the present moment she had slapped my breasts again several times. In a hushed room where everyone had stopped to watch, the atmosphere tense with anticipation, I stood motionless. My hands lowered at my sides, I submissively allowed her complete access to and power over my body. My breasts bounced and bucked wildly under the onslaught of this woman, as they reddened and began to show signs of marking and bruising, she pulled my nipples and twisted them, abusing my poor breasts just as before. This time our relationship was different, this time I was in her domain and this time I was her bitch. As she slapped my poor breasts, sending the oh-so-familiar tingle down my body to my groin, I suddenly noticed her staring even more intently at my chest, intrigued I looked down at myself. "Oh My God" I was lactating. The slapping of my breasts and the pulling and pinching of my nipples had stimulated my breasts to lactate. Milk was dripping from each engorged nipple at a steady rhythm. The whole scene was unbelievably crazy and I found the situation to be incredibly erotic. Carol leaned forward and placed a single kiss on each nipple, the electric shock coursing through my breasts and vagina. She raised her head and there was the faintest trace of my milk on her lips. It wasn't filthy or dirty it was truly erotic. My life was about to take another twist. Carol pulled me towards her as she walked backwards. She got to a sofa and sat down, slightly laying back. She took a shorter hold on the lead and pulled me forwards and down. In my naiveté and innocence I swear it was about five seconds or so before the full inference of the situation hit me. Oh God! She wanted me to lick her vagina! The thought had never ever even crossed my mind. Whether at anytime in my life that I had been either daydreaming, fantasising or masturbating, the idea had never ever entered my head. The concept was totally alien and foreign to my sensibilities. I tried desperately to raise my head and pull away from what was in front of me, then I caught Jack's eye. He gave me a little of his special smiles and nodded his head almost imperceptibly. I was either being given permission to, or being ordered to, perform oral sex on another woman. I stared at her totally hairless, smooth and swollen puffy outer lips. Carol still had her legs quite close together which kept her vagina a closed tight slit. As I understandably hesitated, my brain an absolute maelstrom, she raised my chin slightly and slapped my face. It was stunning in its effectiveness. Summoning all my courage and trying to compose myself, because I knew it was what my young master wanted from me. I leant forward and kissed the closed mound of her vagina several times. Hesitating then taking the final step, I pushed the tip of my tongue between her outer lips and ran my tongue up the length of her still hidden pink lips and over the small button of her clitoris. I licked her like this for several minutes whilst she kept her legs closed together so as to keep her vagina just a slit. It was then that I realised what she was doing. She intended to make me be the one to make the moves, she was making me open her legs, she wanted me to have to open her vagina for myself and not just be pushed into eating her. It was a small innocuous gesture but as I prised her legs apart and gazed at her pussy, watching it flower open and trickle with her wetness, it was a highly symbolic move. Knowing I had no option, I licked, sucked, and teased her rather large inner lips. They were big enough for me to suck on, to draw into my mouth and her prominent clitoris was also big enough to suck like a tiny cock. I had tasted myself on Jack's cock previously but it was only now that I realised how gorgeous a woman tasted. I pushed my tongue into her hole and curled it upwards, this way I stimulated the area around her urethra (my inexperience being guided by her responses and her moans) and scooped up into my mouth as much of her vaginal juice as I could. She tasted wonderful. Wanting to please my master, I simply made the best job of making love to Carol with my mouth as I possibly could. Drawing on my experience as a 'receiver' I simply did to her what Jack did to me as I had no other knowledge. As I teased and sucked her pink sensitive and highly responsive pussy, I reached down and cupped my breasts. I rolled the sore, tender and bruised nipples between my thumb and index finger bringing little gasps from myself. It was whilst I was stimulating myself, that a woman came in my mouth for the first time. Bucking and writhing and grinding herself onto my insistent probing tongue and lips, Carol started to scream, she grabbed the back of my head and forced her pussy onto my mouth as it spurted and gushed her orgasmic nectar into my willing mouth. I continued to lick and caress her sodden pussy, slowly bringing her back down as I had enjoyed Jack doing to me. Carol's body jerked several times reacting as though it was slightly painful, as the tip of my tongue made contact with her post-orgasmic highly sensitive clitoris. We lay like that for several moments, before I very sheepishly raised my head. I had lost myself in the pure eroticism of the moment and now as I regained my senses I became aware of my audience. I raised my head and looked at Carol. She slapped my face again and pushed me away! The slap was not hard, violent or abusive and I realised that it was purely meant as another symbolic act in the scene we were playing out. It just reinforced my position as her bitch. As in previous times Jack quickly approached me, he wrapped my coat around me and took me in his arms. "Good girl, you really are a good girl." he praised me, let's go home now." he added. I didn't realise then that I was in for one of the strangest nights of my sex life. When we arrived home, I expected (and desperately hoped for) a spanking and a fucking from Jack. Instead when we went to bed we got straight on the bed and Jack lay back. "Suck me off," was the curt and almost brutal command. I took my husband's cock into my mouth and did as he ordered, I simply sucked him off until he came in my mouth. "Thanks babe" Jack said, turning over to go to sleep. "But Jack darling, I said in surprise, aren't you going to punish me or fuck me?" I asked incredulously. "No I am not, he said shocking me, then continued, and you will not touch yourself either do you understand?" "No I don't understand baby, what is gong on?" I asked. "You will sleep without sexual release. You will not touch yourself or I will stop fucking you for a week." he said. The upshot of all this was a night of pure torment. My vagina was already throbbing and itching with the night's unique experience. In the night, too afraid to touch myself in case I was discovered, I lay desperately trying to squeeze my thighs and my lips together to try and form some sort of friction. It was to no avail and I had the most fitful and frustrating night of my life. Jack had refused to fuck me and I had spent a terrible night in frustration, now in the morning as we awoke, I was even more desperate. This itch was building not subsiding and it was not to going to go away. The inside of my hot vagina had a life of it's own, throbbing and pulsating trying to squeeze it's walls together for some form of release. "Oh Jack baby please, please, fuck me," I begged. I found myself in a position I had never been in before. I was actually begging to be fucked, I wasn't just asking, I was literally begging. I didn't tell Jack but I wanted a cock, any cock, it didn't have to be his. For the first time ever I begged a man to fuck me. "Please baby I will promise you anything, I said as the juices dripped from me, I will do anything you ask in the future, just please stick your cock in my cunt, (a word I tried to avoid generally but the moment just seemed right for it) please baby I am begging you, please fuck me." Jack pulled back the sheets and showed me his huge cock lying semi hard on his thigh. I would have killed at that moment for his cock inside me. "Help yourself," he grinned and lay back with a smug grin. I dived on his cock, hungrily shoving it into my mouth to get him fully hard. It was then I realised Jack hadn't moved a muscle, he lay stock still. "What's the matter darling?" I asked him through a mouth full of hard cock. "Nothing is the matter, but if you want to fuck, then you are going to have to fuck yourself," he grinned. "Bastard." I thought, but I still wasn't going to miss out any longer. Straddling him I grasped his big length in my fingers, placed his huge cock at my entrance, then slid my saturated hot pink flesh over and down his cock. I groaned like a wounded animal as he bottomed out inside me, buried to the hilt inside me. Jack still lay motionless, he steadfastly refused to move a millimetre and just looked down between our bodies at where our pubic hair coupled. I had no alternative and I didn't care either. I lifted myself relentlessly up and down his cock, I gyrated my hips like a whore, trying to get as much contact between us as possible. I totally debased and degraded myself in the way I acted, the way I moved and the filthy language that spewed from me in an effort to get every last ounce of stimulation that I could. When my orgasm arrived it was the most merciful release that I have ever had. My pussy devoured him, it moved up and down him as a blur, and as I bucked on him, throbbing, spasming, twitching and exploding in a volcano of my cum, I collapsed forward onto him and I think that I even passed out for a few moments. After a while I dragged myself groggily from his body. I felt worn out with the pressure release, but I wasn't done yet. I lay flat on my stomach face down when I felt Jack move. Kneeling behind me I felt him pull my legs apart and shuffle nearer. Jack grabbed me by the hips, then I was then violently dragged up onto my knees and pulled backwards at the same time. Jack grabbed my hips again and pulled me up backwards into his lap. I was now only supported by my arms, the rest of my body was in the air. Jack straightened then just held me by my hips. I had been handled like a rag doll, the position that I was in looked raw and dirty. He fucked me senseless, Jack pounding me like never before. We had had passionate and rough sex before but this time it was something else believe me. His huge cock as rampant as ever, forced itself into me, opening me and stretching me despite being loosened by my huge orgasm. As my young master thrust violently into me, my breasts hung down swinging wildly with each hammer thrust. I was fucked like a rag doll, like a bitch and like a whore, his cock bucked and swelled as he destroyed my pussy. Jack fucked me relentlessly and amongst my screams of pleasure and what seemed like a constant orgasm, he mercifully came inside me. My pussy had been battered into submission. We lay on the bed still panting slightly for a while. After awhile I decided it was time to move and I got out of bed. As I passed the mirror I looked at myself and was shocked at what I saw. The timed, shy little housewife stood looking back at me. My face and hair were just a sweaty dishevelled mess. My ass cheeks were red and bruised showing the marks of my punishment. My tits were heavily marked and my nipples stood proud, purple, tender and bruised. I opened my legs and whilst looking at the vision of myself in the mirror and made the sight complete. Jack's cum dripped from my ravaged pussy onto the floor. I looked the epitome of pure, filthy unadulterated sex and I loved it. After a few weeks we again went to the club where we saw the craziest scene that we witnessed at the club. Unfortunately I was only a spectator for this. One night a mature woman was brought out. She was a little older than me but was incredibly pretty. Anyone with eyes in their head could see that at one time she must have been beautiful. Now as an older woman, she was the perfect example of an attractive gilf. After she had been brought out, a collar around her neck and her hands and feet in shackles, I was intrigued. She was followed out by four young black men. As we watched the scene unfold it became a little clichéd and what we thought was a little silly. The 'fantasy' that was re-enacted was one where the woman was a slave and she was being bought at a slave auction by the four black men. At first the tableau seemed a little bit corny and clichéd and we thought it all a little bit 'obvious'. When the few rags that she wore were torn from her, she was dragged to her knees and placed in front of her new masters. The slave girl sucked their cocks in turn, stretching her mouth over their huge ebony shafts. (They had been hand picked and paid handsomely by her husband.) They moved the 'n' structure over to the wall and when they lay her unceremoniously over the frame they chained her hands to the wall. That's when everything changed as a spectacle. As the first of her masters entered her, the noise she made was indescribable, it was an animalistic wail like I have never heard. It was then that Jack and I realised, that although this was a fantasy being acted out in our club, it became obvious that this woman was so totally into what was happening and was so obviously turned on. What was a tired old clichéd fantasy to us was something very different to her. Although we didn't know what was in her mind, it became clear that this was more than any game to her. What we witnessed (confirmed later in conversation with the lady in question) was a woman so 100% totally and absolutely immersed in the fantasy that it became almost real to her. In her mind she really was in a run down shit-hole in Cairo or somewhere like that and her new owners were treating her like the slave fuck toy that she was. As huge cock after huge cock defiled and 'raped' her and used her like the possession that she was, she turned her head towards us. We were shocked, Erica's eyes actually rolled in her head and she had the look of a zombie, being totally in a zone that I can only imagine. I don't know if the constant orgasm is a fallacy or a myth, but what we witnessed was a woman so completely consumed with pleasure that it was obvious that she was reaching her sexual Valhalla. After the men had fucked her into some sort of orgasmic nirvana somewhere in her mind, she was left to come down gradually. Resuming her composure she stood naked amongst people, almost like she was unaware she WAS even naked. She was seemingly ignorant of the fact that the cum of four incredibly hung black guys was actually running from her pussy, as she conversed with other members and was being congratulated on her experience. In conversation later that night Erica explained to me, that for some reason she didn't understand, she could somehow block everything else out of her mind and immerse herself completely with her fantasy. To most people it was simply the physical pleasure that they experienced from acts such as this. Yet for Erica, when she was 'in the zone', the fantasy was real and the sexual pleasure she experienced was not solely physical but also mind blowing. The feeling of physically being fucked by four hung black guys was awesome yes, but the intoxicating and delirious pleasure going on in her head as her mind was absorbed, captivated and consumed with ecstasy was the out-of-this-world by comparison. I knew one thing at that moment. I desperately wanted to experience the sort of mind-fuck that she had just experienced. I suppose with hindsight I should have known what the ultimate role would be and that it was inevitable. I had thrived on being submissive and subservient to my master, my beautiful husband, which had quite naturally spread from the home into the public domain. Again Jack tried to talk to me about what I wanted and was willing to allow to happen within the confines of our love for each other, and again I told him the same as before. "Jack baby please, please make me do as you say, I don't want consulting. You own me, you own my body, it belongs to you to do with as you wish, I am your complete and total whore-slut." I had been used as a sex object by my master publicly and knew Jack wanted to do it more and more, so the next time we went to the club I expected no different. At the appropriate time of the night, I was led to my usual position and Jack moved behind me. He spread my little delicate lips and put his huge hard cock against the pink wall formed by the walls of my sodden pussy sticking together. His big swollen head prised apart the intimate personal place that he owned completely and sank into me. It was heaven and as he fucked me I felt every nerve and fibre being stimulated. As I thrashed around in delirious pleasure I raised my head, I wanted the humiliation of seeing who was watching me get so wonderfully fucked. And there was Jack. My first reaction was to try and get up. I tried to raise myself from the frame. "Oh no you mustn't, oh please stop, oh no you can't have me, I belong to Jack, please take your cock out of my pussy, oh please stop." I was becoming frantic about what Jack would think to anther man taking me sexually. I looked again and found Jack's face, our eyes met and he gave me a little smile, blew me a reassuring kiss and almost imperceptibly nodded his assent. I stopped struggling and let myself be pushed back down into my submissive position. I felt the strange cock working into me again and I just capitulated. Jack had spoken, so I just gave in and let them have me. They took turns inside me. The first man slid effortlessly in and out of me until he suddenly jumped up as he was close to cumming. He pulled out, rushed around me, knelt in front of me and grabbed my hair. I felt my head being lifted and the slick cock smeared with my juices pushed urgently against my lips. I opened my mouth just in time for him to start spurting his semen. He came buckets into my mouth, the thick, slimy and salty tasting mess filling my mouth. I had no option but to swallow his huge load. As I swallowed his cum, another man replaced him and began to use my pussy. I know I am naive, but it wasn't until the second man pulled from me (to be instantly be replaced by a third) and rushed to cum in my mouth that the whole scenario dawned on me. They didn't want to spoil my pussy for the next man I realised and the implication hit me. "If they were all pulling out of me in order to cum in my mouth, then how many men were they saving me for? How many were going to use me like this?" I soon found out. It continued for what seemed like hours, as man after man fucked me and man after man came in my mouth. At first when I had learned to relax and accept their cocks in me, it was very pleasurable. To be in a room full of people and to be the main object of the men's desires was intoxicating. As they took turns inside me, some would tease my pussy by only inserting the head of their cock between my sensitive little lips and only pushing fully into me now and then. Others wanted to fuck me hard, I was 'new pussy' and they were intent on enjoying themselves with my sodden hole as much as they could. It was that type of man who would grab me by the hips and pull me back with force to meet his plunging cock as it drove into me. I had climaxed twice. The first a sensual slow building climax as my vagina was teased, stimulated and caressed by men toying with me. As my orgasm built around my opening and my clitoris, I prayed the man wouldn't start to just bang into me, I desperately wanted him to maintain the steady tantalizing rhythm that was driving me towards orgasm. He knew exactly what he was doing and as I felt my orgasm beginning to burst from me, he held his big throbbing head just inside me so that my tight ring contracted, spasming and squeezing his purple crown at the point of climax. The second orgasm coming some time after the first couldn't have been more different. I was being fucked in quite an abusive way, the unseen man grunting and muttering abuse under his breath at me. He wanted to use me, he wanted to fuck the bitch, he wanted to abuse me and he was so fired up and turned on by being able to 'fuck the new bitch's cunt', that he bulldozed and powered into me with his big over eager cock so hard and violently that he simply forced a shattering orgasm on me. It came from deep down and it exploded deep within me the walls of my pussy, alive with electricity sending sparks around my stretched walls and into my cervix. If all this was a wonderful physical pleasure, then the real massive turn on to send the experience into a different league was the simple fact, that at no time in the entire gangbang did I ever know who was fucking me. I was unable to see a face, or identify a single man as he used my body. As my ordeal continued and man after man ejaculated into my mouth I felt that had swallowed so much semen I was starting to feel a little sick. I must have swallowed half a pint of the stuff. I was becoming increasingly uncomfortable with the amount of semen inside me. Laid on my stomach on the frame wasn't helping and I began to feel nauseous. The panic and distress started to build and I was desperately unhappy at what seemed likely to continue far into the night. As the unseen owner of the cock inside my vagina pulled from me and moved around my prone body, my heart sank, "Oh no, not another." I had absolutely no idea how many men had cum in my mouth and as the hard cock was pushed between my lips and started to jet huge cables of semen into my throat, I tried to swallow as quickly as possible. I don't know if I get my technique a little out of timing or there was simply too much semen being shot to the back of my throat, but I started to gag. I involuntarily coughed and my whole mouth filled with semen, my cheeks puffing out like a fish. Semen was leaking from my under-pressure cheeks and forcing itself past the hard length still abusing my mouth. I thought that I was going to retch the whole lot back up, but I somehow got it back under control and managed to swallow the slimy, sticky load down my throat again I was becoming increasingly unhappy and distressed at the continued use of my mouth and I searched for Jack again and our eyes met. Jack instantly jumped up, he had seen the distress, the misery and the suffering etched on my face. He saw the tears in my eyes and realised that I was starting to panic and that the amount of cum was too much for me. I looked at Jack with tearful pleading eyes, I had enough and my husband instantly knew it. Unseen by me, he quickly signalled to the waiting men that the show was over, he knew he couldn't stop the last man in mid-fuck, so he knelt in front of me and tenderly said, "Just this one more baby and I will take you home my love." I desperately didn't want to swallow another huge load and I begged my young husband, "Please, please, let him cum in my pussy. Please, please allow him to cum inside me, I will do anything baby as long as you let him shoot his cum inside my pussy." Jack noted my desperation and gave a nod of assent to the man. He instantly quickened up and in no time at all, I felt him ram into me as far as he possibly could and shot jet after jet of his cum deep inside my pussy. After feeling his big cock slide out of me and the walls of my pussy close together pushing his semen out of my violated vagina, Jack helped me to my feet, he helped me dress myself and pulled a coat protectively around my shoulders. "Good girl, you really are a very good girl for me." he praised me again like a child. We stood around in the club when the ordeal was over and I was constantly having both men and women coming up to me with congratulations and praise for how I had conducted myself and how impressed they were with me. The awful and disgraceful aspect of the whole after show gathering was simple. I didn't know which men of the men had fucked me. I had no idea who amongst all the men gathered had actually put his penis inside me. I received many pecks on the cheek from both men and women but when Carol approached me she gave me a sensuous lingering kiss on my lips. It was beautiful but I quickly broke off the kiss, as I had no idea if my young master would approve or not. All this praised helped me immensely, I was a submissive and subservient woman and the purpose of all your actions were based around pleasing your master. I was a good girl for him and I behaved as I should for my young husband. Jack and I talked at length again for days after the 'step too far' as Jack referred to the night in question. It was time yet again to revert back to our everyday roles. People couldn't live this life all the time it would either destroy them - through not being able to live without seeking a greater and greater thrill - or it would bore them eventually and possibly drive them apart as they searched for 'pastures new'. I quite happily became the timid little housewife that you wouldn't give a second glance to in the street (but in the bedroom I was different and my young husband couldn't keep his eyes (not to mention his hands) off me. My shy, puritanical outlook on life and sex returned because it was my natural default persona. However once I had assumed that role and persona, the memory of my actions then embarrassed me. In retrospect I wondered how I could ever do such things, the memory became cloudy to me and I seemed to forget the amazing sexual experiences that I had had and been only too eager to live out. The old Julie found this quite shameful, that shame was never greater than when Jack and I would bump into members of the club in everyday situations in the town. "How shaming is it, that I don't even know whether the man talking to us outside the butcher's shop had actually put his penis in my vagina?" "How embarrassing is it, to not even know whether the man discussing the weekend's football with Jack at the cash point, had actually had his penis in my mouth and had me suck him off?" "And how humiliating was it, to not know whether the man passing the time of day with us outside the tailor's shop, had ever cum in my mouth and whether I had tasted his semen and swallowed it?" I had a problem. I didn't want to fuck other men as a matter of course. I wanted my lapses from my persona as a demure little housewife, to be special between myself and my darling young husband and simply being used and having sex with club members was not going to excite me any longer. However, I could not get the complete mind-fuck that Erica had enjoyed out of my mind. Unfortunately I hadn't a clue how to achieve it. Any ideas?
Don't Look Back Ch. 34	5,468	4.75	1,148,941	[ "m/m erotica", "taboo", "m/m romance", "incest", "rural", "father/son" ]	November 4th was not only Marshall's birthday, but it was also the day he and Lee celebrated what they considered to be their anniversary. The date on which they became a couple in every sense of the word. Normally, they stayed at home and enjoyed their privacy. But this year also marked another occasion, one which could not be ignored. This was the year Marshall turned twenty-one. "Couldn't we just stay home and continue what we're doing?" Marshall lay stretched out on their bed, on his stomach and naked. Lee, also naked, straddled him, gently but firmly relaxing the muscles along Marshall's back and shoulders. Lee was certainly no slouch when it came to the art of massage, and Marshall appreciated all his ministrations. The trouble was he wanted more, not to go out. Usually, that wasn't a problem, but tonight, it seemed to be. "You know we can't, and you know why." Marshall groaned and pouted. Not that it did him a lot of good, since he was face down, and only the mattress was privy to his scowl. He would have rolled over and shown his displeasure more clearly but that wouldn't do him any good, and he knew it, and besides, he was too damn comfortable to roll over this moment. Lee had relaxed every damn muscle Marshall possessed. Well, all except one. And right this minute he wanted nothing more than to lie here in sublime bliss, with Lee's hands on him, as well as the heat of his body where they made contact. Just not quite enough contact to suit Marshall. "How about we go tomorrow night? Stay here tonight?" "It's all set for tonight, and tomorrow doesn't count." Lee slid off Marshall and slapped his ass for good measure. "Besides, it's just for a little while. Have some dinner, a few drinks..." "And then?" "And then... providing you behave yourself... we come home and I'll fuck your brains out." Now that sounded more like it. Marshall rolled over and regarded Lee, who was rubbing his hands on a towel, removing the massage oil. Lee arched an eyebrow. "You can quit being a brat now," he commented, "and appreciate that our friends want you to have a great twenty-first birthday." "I know, it's just that—" "And be grateful I talked them out of kidnapping you and taking you on a road trip to Eagle Pass, over to the Kickapoo casino. Or even Vegas." Lee was right. That would have been a much longer journey. This way, they were only an hour away from home. And it was flattering to be the guest of honor at a birthday party. That had never happened before. When he was little, it was just Marshall and his dad. His mother never remembered or seemed to care. "Yeah, that's true," Marshall relented, his voice softening. At the same time, he scooted across the bed, his eyes fastened on Lee and his hot body. "And I do appreciate it, trust me. But couldn't we... you know..." "Couldn't we what? Take a shower and get dressed?" "After, sure. Sounds like a great plan." "After what?" Lee slung the towel over one shoulder. Marshall swore he spotted a smirk, but it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. "You telling me you can't exercise a little bit of self-control until we get home? Do I need to get the cock ring out, just to remind you what restraint is?" No, not that. Marshall suppressed a moan. The idea of sitting through dinner with that thing caging his cock was not an inviting one. The last time they'd done that had been pure torture. "No, that won't be necessary," he hastily replied. This time Lee flat out grinned. "All right then." He approached the bed, leaned down and kissed Marshall, sliding his hand into his long locks and gripping them firmly. "Don't worry, once we get home, you're all mine, and I intend to show you just what that means." Lee's words went straight to Marshall's cock, eliciting another moan. That idea appealed to him more than he could say. Three years, and he was as much in love with Lee as he was at the beginning. Even more so. Their love only grew stronger every day. "I'll behave," he promised, and was rewarded with another long kiss. Lee pressed closer against Marshall's slick flesh. "Let's take that shower now." He tenderly nipped at Marshall's earlobe, then straightened up and offered him a hand. Marshall pretended to groan as he gained his feet, and they headed toward the bathroom. \* \* \* The birthday celebration began at Partners, where they met up with Slim and Rye and Denver and a few of their other friends. Of course, Roy was with them. He wouldn't miss Marshall's birthday for the world. They shoved a few tables together in a corner, and bought Marshall his first legal drink. Of course, they didn't tell anyone else that Marshall had been drinking there as a minor. He probably wasn't the only one, though. Afterwards, they all met at a nearby roadhouse that advertised the best Texas barbecue for miles around. They got a room to themselves, placed their orders, and kicked back with a couple pitchers of draft beer. "We didn't get any dancing in," Denver complained. He sat on one side of Marshall, who had the place of honor at the head of the table, with Lee on the other side. Roy sat on the other side of Lee, next to Slim. "I wanted to dance with the birthday boy. How about we go back after we eat?" "Not tonight." Marshall laughed, shooting a quick wink at Lee. "Some other time, son, tonight's spoken for." "Well hell's bells." Denver rolled his eyes. "I wanna do what you two did on the Internet!" "What are you talking about?" "You know, when you was in that video that got posted on You Tube." Marshall and Lee exchanged puzzled glances.
Hotel: Windows	29,576	4.54	447,524	[ "amputee" ]	Another large faceless city, another large non-distinguished hotel, sometimes I just hate traveling for business. No one back home though, not since the divorce two years ago. I stand at the window of my fifteenth-floor room and stare at the red taillights passing below. Horns blare and sirens pierce the warm evening. Something draws my eyes to a large window directly across the street with curtains pulled wide open. I blink and realize a woman's naked body presses against the glass. A man, equally naked, stands behind with his hands roaming over her. I watch with great interest, wondering if they know others are watching. Her breasts flatten against the glass as he fills her from behind. Her lips kiss the glass, spread in a large 'oh', and smear the window with each thrust of the man. I continue to watch unabashed, letting my hand hold the front of my trousers. I consider unzipping them and participating in the activities. She looks at me. I know she is. I feel the look. She gives me a little wave and smiles. She glances back at the man. Her lips move as if tell him about me, and he waves too. I return a meek wave. With the need in my pants, I realize that I'll probably throw the next woman I see to the floor and hump her to death. I hear a cardkey slide in my door lock and a moment later, there is a metallic rap at the door. I reluctantly turn away from the show and adjust my erection before opening the door. "What?" I say, slightly annoyed. The woman begins speaking quickly without pause. "Ah, wrong room, sorry, I was just going to get some popcorn from the vending machine, so I could strip down, watch a smutty movie, 'Lay It As It Plays', great porn, on pay-per-view, have you seen it?" I smile and take in the short, slim woman, probably in her early thirties, slightly younger than I am, with long curly brown hair and a thin white t-shirt covering large breasts. The dark skin around her nipples shows nicely. It is then I realize the left sleeve is empty and a prosthetic arm with a hook dangles from the other. The tan, soft cotton slacks drape her shapely hips nicely and black running shoes with Velcro tabs cover her feet. After the show across the street and this woman's great boobs, nothing else seems to matter. The armless quality does excite lingering fantasies that have always been with me. I recover from the pleasant journey over her body. "Sounds like a great movie. We could watch it together." I sneak another peak of all of her for a moment. "Stan's the name." I don't bother to extend my hand thinking she wouldn't be able to shake it anyway. "Zoe. My sister and I are visiting the city for a few days. She's pissed 'cause she wants to hit a few bars and all I want to do tonight is watch porn." She laughs then looks me over as if to see if I present some danger. "Sure." I step out of the way and hold the door for her. She pulls with the hook at the bag of popcorn sticking from her pants pocket and hands it to me. I watch with interest. "Let me ring my sis. She'll be a happy camper." She laughs then puts the handset of the phone on the desk and punches the keys with the tip of the hook before picking the handset back up. "Connie, go on out to the bars. I've found someone to watch the movie with." She listens. "Yeah, I'm sure he can help with that." She listens, her eyes glancing at mine in an inviting way. "I'll be fine. Don't worry. Yeah, 1538, that's where you can find my bloody body if he's an axe murderer." She laughs heartily and hangs the phone up. "Funny," I say. She moves very close and stretches her lips towards mine. I lean down a little and we peck a small kiss a few times. "It's just a joke we have. We like to watch crime shows on TV, CSI and Law & Order, stuff like that." As we walk to the small kitchenette where the microwave is, I feel her hook scratch my back. I look at her and smile. "God, you are beautiful." "You're not so bad yourself." She giggles. "Sorry I'm not all here." She giggles again, holding her hook up and shrugging her shoulder. "I'm a little independent, but my sis helps me quite a bit. I know she gets tired of helping me. She would love to have a life of her own ... with some guy, probably any guy after tonight." She groans. "Like you told her, I can help." "Thanks." The microwave beeps and I take the bag out then pull it open. The thick buttery smell wafts past our faces. I see her take a deep breath. "Nothing like popcorn and a friend to make a movie better," I say. "Yeah-h," she drawls walking to the couch and sitting near the middle leaving a small place for me so I will be close. I sit and look at her. She looks back in a wanton manner before letting her lips kiss mine. I feel her tongue knocking, wanting to be let in. I let it and the warm sensual rush fills every pore. A breast brushes against my arm and I take the other in my hand feeling the nipple react nicely to my touch. "Oh-h yeah," she moans into my mouth. "You know what I like." My hand slithers under the fabric and holds the bare breast letting my thumb dance over the small bumps around the nipple as it swells even more. "Who needs porn," I tease. "Honey, baby. We can make our own." She laughs and pulls back slightly. "Or we could get naked and see if there are any new moves in the movie." She laughs again. I take in the way the t-shirt lays hiked over one full, firm breast then lean down and suckle the rounded orb, my hand holds and moves it around slightly. "One of my better parts." "I haven't seen other parts ... yet. I bet everything is delicious." "I need a little help undressing and all." I pull her t-shirt past the armless shoulder and over her head, then along the plastic arm and past the hook. She looks at a Velcro tab on a strap near her shoulder. I pull at it and then remove the arm from the stump and the cable stretched across her back. I look for a moment. She flaps the stump a few times. "Not so bad, is it?" she quizzes. "Quite lovely." "Really? You're just saying that because...." "No, honest, you are lovely." I pull at the snap on her trousers and start to unzip them. "Wait, Stan." "What? I thought we were going to get naked." "I want to, really, I do. There is something else about me that is not as obvious as my arms." "I'm not sure I care. I want my mouth all over you." "That does sound exciting ... and you will." "And not just 'cause you are willing to get naked with me." "Stan, I understand. Listen, I need to say this so you won't be too shocked. Ah, I'm missing both my legs." "Wow!" I roar, in a happy tone. "Great!" "You sound like this is something that you've thought about before, being with a woman without limbs." "Would that make me a 'bad' person?" "Of course not." I sigh briefly. "For a moment, I thought I'd fucked up for sure." I snicker. "No, Stan. I don't know why I just happened to accidentally knock on your door tonight, maybe fate, but I think we will have a nice time. I hope so." She lies back on the couch as I slip the pants past her hips. I unfasten each prosthetic leg and remove them leaving the pants and legs in a pile on the floor. I look at her and I pull the black boy-cut panties past short leg stumps of different length, taking in the lack of hair over her lovely mound. My hands caress the leg stumps for a moment. "A little asymmetry is nice," she teases. "Do I have enough stumps for you?" She laughs and wiggles the two leg stumps and one arm stump. "Sorry about the armless shoulder ... no stump there ... just nothing." "Oh god-d Zoe, I couldn't have wished for anything else. Everything about you is a dream." "Yeah, I glad. I don't mind." I lean down and take a slow lick through her slit, enjoying the taste. Her clitoris begs from hood and I welcome it into view with my lips. "Oh god-d," she moans, as I roll the swelling bud between my lips. I reach up and fondle a breast with one hand and the shorter leg stump with the other. "Oh-h god-d," she moans. "Make me come, then carry me to the bed. I want to have you in my mouth." The popcorn grows cold. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the couple across the street, against the window again. I am in my own heaven. Her hips writhe in pleasure as my fingers roam inside her, and my lips suckle her clitoris. The arm stump slaps against the cushion a few times. Her breasts sway. "Fucking-g good," she softly screams. Her crotch drives hard against my face, rubbing, grinding, and looking for something almost found. I grip her sweet cheeks with one hand, leaving fingers from the other deep inside. The longer leg stump strolls along my face, soon joined by it shorter sister. She squeezes them both against my face as the lost climax is found. "Ah, ah," she begins repeating wildly, leaving her crotch tight against me for a long moment. "Ah," she continues, then falls limp under my face. My hands cuddle here and there, as she relaxes. Her wonderful breasts call to me and I fondle them as I look across her stomach through the cleavage to her smile. "Honey, you sure know your way around my body." "I love how little is left." "Oh yeah? You say the sweetest things. Do you have any favorite parts so far?" "Well-l, you pussy is most tasty." "Of my stumps, which one do you like the most?" I grip and playfully shake the shorter leg stump. "This one, if I had to pick just one. I do like that you are missing most of each limb." "Yeah-h ... thanks for enjoying that." "Do you?" "Yes. I know it sounds strange to feel that way. Yes, I do enjoy being this way, even if no one else so far has." "Do you always wear your prosthetic limbs?" "No. Well, I often wear my hook so I am not completely helpless. I have a powered wheelchair when I don't wear my legs. I even drive a van." She laughs. "Lots of hardware to my life." "I'm glad you knocked on my door." "Really? I am too." I scoop her into my arms and waltz towards the bed with her leaning sweetly against my chest, my hand cradling her ass. I pause and pull her lips against mine, driving my tongue deep a few times. I glance across the street at the couple and they wave. I leave the curtains open as I lay Zoe on the bed, then undress. I lay next to her, holding her close, our mouths enjoying each other. I don't miss having a woman's hands touching me, or her feet playing with mine. I think about what it would be like to be with her all the time and realize how truly turned on she leaves me. "Hmmm, someone's cock is at the ready," she teases. "There's enough time for that later." I twist around and pull her tender pink skin around my tongue as she engulfs the swollen cock head and toys with the skin stretch tight. Her lips wander down the shaft and back up, then down again as my fingertip circles her swollen bud, batting tenderly at it. My lips tease and kiss it as several fingers slip though the honey covered lips, searching for the spot. Her teeth scrape the shaft letting me know I have found it. A soft moan washes over the shaft as I press firmly. For a moment, she releases me and groans deeply a few times. "Oh Stan, oh Stan. I love being touched there." I continue until she begs me to let go. The honey pours from the opening across the short patch of skin to her asshole. I lick her clean and more appears. I lick as she resumes the pleasures for my shaft. Her head bobs and her lips tighten. It feels different not having my balls fondled as Sandra begrudgingly used to do. This is nicer. Before I can stop, she sucks firmly, and I blow a stream. I hear her gulp, almost a gag, then I do another. Now she gulps and drinks my cream as I continue to spill more. I look back and she is laughing as a large drop rolls around her chin. I realize she has no way to stop it and I reach over with a finger. She laughs again and I push another drop away. "Don't waste it." She smiles and swipes her tongue along her lower lip. I offer her my finger and she sucks it clean. "Yummy, yummy." She smiles and then kisses me. "I could go for that all the time ... love oral most of all." "Interesting, me too. You have a particularly great taste. I was married for a while, she had all her limbs, drat, and she didn't like me going down on her. I had to beg her to suck me." "Fool." I laugh and fondle her mound. "I like that you found my g-spot ... great climaxes. Did she like that?" "Not really. She was pretty much just a 'guy on top, cock in pussy, once a week, thank you ma'am', kind of gal." "Oh hell. I hope you aren't that way." "Goodness, no. I love to come several times a night, at least." I laugh. "That would be a 'bad' night." I laugh again. "My, my, music to my ears. Masturbation is not my strong suit anymore." She snickers and rubs the arm stump against my face. "But I do love orgasms. Is that why you left her?" "That, and ... ah, my thing about missing limbs." I smile. "You mean that ... about the missing limbs? I thought you were just being nice before." "I do hope you don't mind, but yeah, I have always fantasized about being with someone like you. Always." "Well, well. Here I am." I step out of bed and glance out the window. They are there again. He is slamming against her hips. Her mouth kisses the glass. I close the drapes, and then walk back. Zoe watches me, my waning erection bobbing with each step. "Honey, I need to pee." I carry to her the toilet and listen as the stream falls into the water. "One of the hazards of being with me." She snickers. It stops and I wipe her dry. Her lips peck a 'thank you' on my neck as I lift her again. "It's okay, it is one of the pleasures of being with you," I say. I feel her arm stump rub my chest as we near the bed. We lay together and I pull Zoe close letting my renewed erection slip inside. "Oh, Stan-n," she moans. "Stay the night," I offer. "Maybe stay forever ... if you want."
Hotel with a View	133,872	4.8	1,832,679	[ "lesbian", "voyeur", "escort", "business trip", "first-time lesbian", "seduction", "lesbian seduction", "hotel", "peeping", "caught looking" ]	Author's Preamble: This story has a strong girl-on-girl theme with a first-time aspect, but it's primarily about unintended voyeurism. Happy reading! \* Corinne let out a sigh as she pulled her bag into the hotel room. It hadn't been a particularly long travel day, but for some reason the people, the noise, the crowding, had been unusually bothersome to her. She kicked off her heels as she walked and shed her business jacket. Abandoning the bag at the halfway point, she flopped onto the bed and luxuriated in the coolness of the bedspread. For several minutes she lay there with her eyes closed, and may have even catnapped. She wasn't sure, but when she opened her eyes again she had built back some of her energy reserve. Lying in the quiet of the room, her fingers moved into her hips, began to touch. No husband, no kids ... maybe she'd have a quiet evening in the hotel room enjoying herself. She smiled slyly. Not quite yet, though. She had things to do. She rose from the bed, rosy with her plans, and retrieved the bag from where it stoically waited. She would be here all week in business meetings, so it required unpacking and hanging everything up. No living out of a suitcase this week. The first thing she did, though, was to find her lounging shorts and t-shirt. She set aside her jewelry, then pulled off her skirt and blouse. The bra was next, leaving her only in panties. Glancing in the room's full-length mirror, she stopped for a moment and inspected herself. While she could certainly nitpick, she liked what she saw. She worked hard at keeping in shape, and a woman of 37 with two kids rarely had such a flat stomach and toned legs. She playfully danced for a moment with her reflection, elated that she would have a quiet week to herself. She donned the t-shirt and shorts, remaining barefoot and braless. After the cacophony of the day, it was going to be a room service night. She hung up her various business outfits, put her underwear and other small items in the drawer, and found places for her shoes, her business papers, and other sundries. Her work for the night done, she walked over to the window and opened the curtains to survey her temporary empire. It wasn't a fancy high-rise hotel, but rather was a nondescript chain hotel in a nondescript suburb. She didn't expect much from the view, and she was right. To her left, she was looking over the hotel parking lot. Beyond the parking area was a vacant field that would undoubtedly someday hold an Applebee's or a Verizon store. To her right was, at an oblique angle, a large wall of windows. The hotel was an L shape, and her room was on the inside of the L, close to the central elevator. She could see the windows of the other wing, and nearly all were dark on a Sunday evening. It was going to be a quiet week in the suburbs. Movement caught her eye. Glancing down, she saw a light below and on the right. She was on the fourth floor, so the rooms on the other wing's third floor were somewhat exposed to her. Most were dark, but the closest room to hers, one floor down and only 30 feet or so away, was lit and the curtains were open. The angle was such that she could see much of the room, and a woman was inside. Like herself, the woman was near the window, but she was facing into the room. She was built somewhat like Corinne, but a brunette version, perhaps a little taller and more lean. She had a sleek mane of long hair and nice curves, with narrower hips and probably more of a C cup figure compared to Corinne's full D's. Also like Corinne, the woman appeared to be ready to relax for the night. She was unbuttoning a nice blouse that was tucked into a very tight and flattering pencil skirt. Propriety said that Corinne should look away, but since she was at the woman's back, she gave in to temptation and watched. The woman shrugged the blouse from her shoulders, and revealed a gorgeous royal blue bra, lacy and expensive. It looked more like lingerie than a support garment. A separate movement now caught Corinne's eye. There was someone else in the room, further inside. A man was moving into view now. He was older, probably in his forties, whereas the woman looked to be in her early thirties. He too was admiring the woman's bra. She slid off her skirt with a shimmy of the hips to reveal matching royal blue panties, very small and very fancy. It suddenly occurred to Corinne that this woman wasn't just changing clothes, but rather was removing them. Her eyes widened. She stepped back just a bit in case the man looked up. The woman did a pirouette for the man, and unknowingly for Corinne as well. She was a stunner, beautiful bone structure and facial features with a perfect body. The man must have money to have a wife like that, 15 years younger and gorgeous. He was good looking himself, but not in her league at all. He began removing his clothes as well. Corinne's breath caught as she realized what was about to happen. Glancing over, she could see the couple's bed easily. She internally argued. She should leave them to their peace, step back inside and mind her own business. But she was minding her own business, right? She was just looking out her window. There was nothing wrong with a woman looking out her window. And she had never seen two live people having sex before. The man was now completely naked, and he was ready for sex. Corinne could easily see his erect penis pointing at the woman. The woman, still clad in her lingerie underwear, approached him and they had a long kiss. His hands initially wrapped around her lower back, then moved down to her ass. She diplomatically pulled them back up, making Corinne giggle. Then the woman separated slightly, putting a finger to the man's chest. Pushing him backward with a finger's worth of force, she guided him to the bed and had him sit down. Kneeling down between his legs, she smiled seductively at him, then lowered her head. Corinne gasped. She had never seen live sex, and certainly had never seen live oral sex. The beautiful brunette slowly took the man's cock head into her mouth, and his eyes rolled back. She took more of him into her mouth, then backed off and began kissing it, licking it, pushing his knees apart to lean in even further. He was loving it, and so was Corinne. She could feel her nipples hardening, and looked down to see them clearly poking through her thin t-shirt. For several minutes the woman worked orally, then broke off. Standing up, still wedged between the man's knees, she unsnapped the royal blue bra and slid it off. Her breasts were magnificent, and clearly didn't need the support of a bra. They stood proud on her chest, topped with dark pink areolas that were large and succulent and perfectly tilted upward. Even at her distance, Corinne could see the woman's long, erect nipples, and the man was enraptured with them. He immediately brought his hands up, then his mouth, to pinch them and play with them and suck on them, and the woman stopped her activities momentarily to allow him to play. Corinne was mesmerized by the interplay between his active play and her stoic stance, as she allowed him unfettered access to her treasures. He seemed quite content to play with them forever, so eventually she gently forced him off. She bent over and removed her panties, and her ass was perfect. Slim yet curvy, perfect symmetric globes that were simultaneously soft looking and firm, they held up well to the man's groping. Corinne desperately hoped that the woman would turn just a bit so she could see the front, but the man was not allowing that, his hands clamped in her hips and ass. Corinne's hand dipped into her shorts. The brunette slowly pushed the man backwards until he got the hint. He moved up on the bed and lay on his back, his erect penis standing at attention, and the woman climbed on top of him. Positioning herself, she slowly lowered her body as the man's penis disappeared from view within her hips. Corinne's mouth gaped as the woman began slowly rising and lowering herself, clearly riding the man's cock. She had never before witnessed such a thing. Corinne's hand inside her shorts began strumming her clit. She couldn't believe this. She wondered if anyone else could see the amorous couple, but given the angle she decided that she was the only one. Hers was the only room that likely had the proper height and angle to see this scene. The woman rode him for several minutes, her breasts bobbing as he played with them. Then suddenly he was moving her, twisting, and she rolled off of him. Down on her back she went, and her legs rose and spread. Corinne got a distant but perfect view of the woman's vulva, shaved but for a narrow dark landing strip. She was too far away to see detail, but could see a wide swath of light pink within dark pink, indicating that the woman must have thick outer lips. The man was now on top of her, entering her, thrusting. The two of them melded into one spastic mass, moving, thrusting, shaking. Corinne concentrated her gaze at their meeting spot, and could vaguely see a shiny penis appearing and disappearing with regularity. She moved her gaze up to watch the woman's breasts oscillate with the rhythm, and - Oh, god! The woman was looking directly at her! Corinne leapt backwards, out of view. No, no, no, that did not happen. She got caught! Would the woman complain? Would the police get called? Would... Or did she get caught? Maybe the woman had merely turned her head for a moment. Maybe her eyes had been closed. Common sense said that it would be hard for her to notice a woman in another window while she had a man thrusting inside of her. Maybe it was just a coincidence of angles. She should check. Were they still having sex? Was the woman on the phone to the police? Corinne envisioned herself being handcuffed, being taken to jail, being labeled as a sex offender. She had to know what was happening so she could know whether she needed to concoct a cover story. Moving very slowly forward, Corinne stood directly at the curtain, then peeked as little of her head as possible past it, just enough for one eye to get a view. The woman was still on the bed, still being fucked. Sighing with relief, Corinne knew that she should take that win and step away, but she couldn't. Now more stealthy, she continued to watch with one eye. It was over within minutes. The man eventually collapsed onto the woman and she stroked his head as he rested, her long legs still splayed wide around him. Had the woman cum, too, Corinne wondered? There was little afterplay. The man rose and stepped away, and the couple began dressing. Corinne waited until they were both in their underwear again before she stepped away from the window. By the time Corinne made it to her bed, her shorts and t-shirt and panties were still floating to the ground. She lay down, spread her legs, and thought about what she had just seen. She fantasized about being the woman in that situation, about the fancy lingerie, about kneeling between a man's legs and enveloping his cock with her mouth. And against her will, she also thought about the woman, such a classic beauty. What must it feel like to be seduced by a woman like that? Corinne's fingers explored her lips, her clit, and pinched her nipples as she had thoughts that she would never share with anyone, thoughts that were improper for a 37 year-old married mother of two. Her fingers became more urgent as her fantasies progressed, and within moments she was arching her back, her knees quivering as the final buildup came. "Unnnnnngh! Ohhhhhh!" Her orgasm was louder than she expected, and she hoped that no one was in the adjacent room. Her body froze, her pelvis arched skyward, her brain synapses exploded with pleasure, and she ascended for an eternal moment before dropping back to earth, her breath heavy and irregular. It was going to be a good week. \\\\ There was a knock on the door. "Room service, ma'am!" a voice called out. Oh, that was faster than expected. "Just a moment!" Naked as she dried from her post-work shower, Corinne hustled to throw on her shorts and t-shirt again. "Hang on, I'm getting dressed!" Barefoot, with her hair still dripping, she opened the door. The room service girl was a petite African American woman, perhaps a college student or a little older. She had striking green eyes and long artificially straightened hair. "Good evening, ma'am," she said, seemingly unperturbed by the wait. She held an oversized tray in both hands that likely contained Corinne's salad and French fries. "Happy Monday! May I come in?" "Certainly." Corinne stepped aside and let her enter. "Where would you like it?" Corinne scanned the room. "The table at the window is fine," she said. Following the girl, her eyes scanned up and down the young woman. She was petite, maybe 5-4, and well built. If she was a cheerleader, she'd be the one that gets thrown in the air, her figure curvy but light. She was wearing a green tartan vest of the hotel's choosing, with complementary gold slacks that hugged her rear end. Her skin was light for a black woman, implying that black was only the most dominant of her genes. "Thank you," Corinne said when the girl set down the tray. "I'm famished." There was no reason to explain that, but she felt that she should make some sort of non-transactional conversation. The girl turned and smiled at her, and Corinne noticed a name tag that said, "Natalie". She had a five and a ten in her hand, depending on a number of factors, and she gave the girl a ten. In return she got a delighted smile and a heartfelt, "Thank you, ma'am!" They walked back to the door together, and the girl folded the ten dollar bill and put it into her pocket. Pausing, she turned. "A little trick next time, ma'am. If you order the lunch-sized version of the salad, it's almost the same size and you get the fries for free." She winked as she shared the secret. Corinne smiled at the girl. "Thank you. I'll remember that." Closing the door, Corinne walked back to the table. Catching her reflection in the mirror, she was horrified to see how her t-shirt clung to her still wet breasts, and how noticeable her nipples were as a result. Shaking her head, she was glad that the room service person was female. She sat down to have dinner, and by chance or subconscious, she sat at the chair that faced the hotel's other wing. Again, the rooms were mostly dark, with only an occasional sign of habitation. She had been dining for 20 minutes when the light on the third floor came on. She didn't want to admit that she had been hoping for this. Shadows moved in the room, and Corinne watched. She was not a peeping tom, she told herself. She was just a woman eating a salad and French fries at her windowside table. She was doing nothing wrong. The woman came to the window and surveyed her temporary empire. She was wearing a gorgeous dress, deep red in color and snug around her nice curves. It complemented her dark hair very nicely, and she looked like she could be a movie star, or perhaps a senator's second wife. Corinne got a good look at her face, and admired the woman's beauty: high cheekbones, nice jawline, light-colored eyes over a slim, straight nose. And those lips, those lips that Corinne had seen wrapped around her husband's penis the previous night, were gorgeous, full and perfectly plump. The woman looked up at Corinne and smiled. Oh, god. Corinne averted her eyes to her food, lifting her fork and taking an obvious bite to illustrate that, yes, she had a purpose in this window. She was eating dinner just like any woman had the right to do. She gazed out over the parking lot and the vacant land beyond, enjoying the view and proving to any observers that she was merely a person who enjoyed looking at a parking lot and darkened wall of windows while dining. When she glanced back, the woman was unzipping her dress from the back. She let the sleeves fall forward, and the dress fell to the floor. Surely she had seen Corinne, right? She had looked straight at her and smiled. Perhaps the reflections of sunlight were different and she was just smiling in general? Is it possible that Corinne could see her, but not vice versa? It had to be true. The woman wouldn't smile at her and then undress in full view of the window. Right? It didn't matter. Either the woman couldn't see her, or the woman didn't care. Those were the only two answers, and both gave Corinne security in staying in her spot. The brunette was wearing a lacy white underwear ensemble tonight, perfectly matching. She must spend a fortune on underwear, Corinne found herself thinking prosaically. The brunette almost looked like a bride getting ready for her wedding, wearing a white, nearly sheer lace bra, matching panties, cut very low on her hips and stomach, and thigh-high white stockings that Corinne hadn't noticed under the dress. Corinne made a note that she should wear thigh-highs more often, as they were quite sexy. The woman turned, and it was obvious that the husband must be further back in the room. Swiveling her hips suggestively atop the high heels she still wore, she walked out of Corinne's sight for a moment. She almost wondered if they were newly married, which would explain the frequent sexiness. But the woman seemed too classy to be having her honeymoon out here in the suburbs. She was out of sight for several minutes, testing Corinne's patience. When she returned, she was nude, and Corinne feasted on seeing the woman's large areolas and dark stripe of pubic hair. She had a man by the hand. And it wasn't the same man. This one was younger, maybe mid-thirties. He had a shaved head and was notably more muscular. Corinne's jaw dropped. The brunette lay on the bed, and the man lay down between her legs. As she lolled her head back, he began lustily performing cunnilingus on her. A smile appeared on the woman's face, and she closed her eyes in pleasure. What was going on here? Corinne's mind raced. Was she cheating on her husband? Was she highly sexualized and good at picking up men? Of course she would be good at picking up men. Look at her. She could pick up men in a monastery. Or...Corinne was hit with a wave of realization. Was this woman a prostitute? Or given her obvious class and beauty, perhaps 'escort' was a better term. That would make a lot more sense. Someone like her would make great money in that line of work, and a mid-class suburban hotel near the airport might be a good low-key place to ply her trade. Corinne realized suddenly how little she knew about the business of selling sex. Corinne watched as the brunette shifted positions. She was on her knees now, and the man was behind her, getting ready to penetrate her. He had a long and slender penis, and inserted it to the hilt in one smooth motion. As he began his rhythm, the brunette braced herself, resting on her elbows. Her breasts undulated with each thrust, but in a limited arc. They were clearly quite firm. Corinne lost her view of them when the man reached around and gripped them, using them to help gain leverage and power in his thrusts. Corinne found herself yet again sliding a hand into her shorts. The man lasted a while in that position, then it was on to missionary. The brunette was on her back, and he was positioned atop her, thrusting energetically. She seemed to take it in stride, wrapping her legs around him and allowing him to kiss her neck and throat. She looked out the window, and unbeknownst to her partner, she offered a knowing smile and wave. Corinne again ducked out of the window in horror. And she again masturbated vigorously that night. \\\\ "Room service!" Corinne was ready this time, making sure that she was properly dressed. Natalie appeared to be her assigned girl, because she was once again making the delivery. "Happy Tuesday! Chicken marsala and spring vegetable mix, ma'am?" "Yes. You can set it at the table." Natalie nodded, her smooth face creasing into a knowing smile. She walked the food over to the table and set it down. "I know that you like a lot of ice in your water, so I brought you some extra." "How thoughtful." Corinne had found that tipping well tended to make life much more pleasant, and she could put it on her expense account. It was a win win situation and tended to make her popular among hotel staff. "Ma'am?" "Yes." "There's one other thing." "What is it?" Natalie nodded to a drink on the tray. Corinne had assumed that it was being delivered to another room. It was tall and red with a little umbrella. "This is for you as well." Corinne grinned. "Oh, that's very nice of you!" Natalie shook her head. "It's from another guest. It comes with this card." Corinne's blood froze. She knew no other guests. She had no friends or coworkers on this business trip. There was only one guest with whom she had had any interaction. She blushed furiously as she accepted the card. Her voice shook as she opened it. "Um...that's....um, that's a surprise. I don't believe I know anyone here." She briefly wondered if perhaps some wayward man had attached his gaze on her without her noticing. Such things had happened in the past. When you're blonde with large breasts, men notice you even if you don't notice them. Inside, the card had a woman's fluid handwriting. "Men are my livelihood, women are my hobby. 8:00 Thursday at my place. Send an RSVP via my girl Natalie. Lana, Room 301." Corinne stood stunned. "Everything okay, ma'am?" It took a long moment for Corinne to respond, and her response was subpar. "Um...yes. Yes." Corinne's mind was racing. She looked at Natalie. How much did the young woman know? She had to know that the drink was sent by this woman. Lana. But did she know why? She had to know that people sent other people drinks because they wanted to bed them, but would she make that connection in this case? And this was a woman, which made it all the more confounding. Corinne stood dumbstruck, reeling at the implications. Natalie showed no reaction at all to Corinne's hesitation. She just stood there. Oh, yes. Tip. Corinne found her billfold. She started to pull out a bill, then hesitated. She drew out a $20 bill and gave it Natalie, eliciting a reaction of sincere surprise and elation. "Can you wait a moment, Natalie? I need to write a note. I want to respond to the card that you brought." "Certainly, ma'am!" Corinne sat at her desk and put a pen to paper. She thought for a moment. "Natalie", she looked the young African American woman up and down, not wanting to meet her eyes. "Can you tell me a little bit about the person who sent this drink?" The young woman fought to suppress a smile. "We're taught to be discreet, ma'am. I was just told to give you the drink and the note." Corinne's nostrils flared. Did Natalie know why this had happened? Had this woman, this Lana woman, told her about the peeping? Did Natalie just think that the woman was flirting? Did Natalie know more about Lana than she was revealing? Did she know what Lana was doing in that hotel room? Corinne noted to herself that she needed to get more tip money. Pondering what to write, Corinne finally found her words. She merely wrote, "I'm married" on the note card. She looked at the message for a moment, then added, "But thank you anyway." She wondered if she should apologize for her peeping behavior, but decided to let that issue lie. No sense in acknowledging it at this point. She folded the note and said, "Would you please deliver this back to the person who sent the drink?" "Certainly, ma'am." Corinne wondered if Natalie would read the note, and if she had read the previous note that Lana had sent. She almost hoped that the girl had -- it was flattering to be courted by an attractive person, even if it was by another woman, and Corinne now had the moral upper hand by turning her down. As Natalie headed toward the door, Corinne eyed the drink. "Before you go," she asked, "what is the drink?" Natalie had the door opened. She turned around and looked at it. "Don't laugh," she said. "Why?" "Our bar has funny names for all of the drinks. That one's a mix of Rum and fruit juices. It's called "Show Me Your Boobs". \\\\ Corinne sat down to dinner and a show. Or maybe a show. She wasn't sure it would happen again, but she didn't want to miss it if it did. The lights were out, but one table lamp was on in Lana's room. And there was a sign propped up in the window, handwritten with a thick marker. The sign said, "Hi, Blondie, You're Cute!" Corinne's mind reeled. She was being hit on by a woman. And an escort at that. And an escort who held the moral high ground to boot, who had caught Corinne in an indiscretion. Men are my livelihood. Women are my hobby. The words rang in her head. She had no experience with a woman, and nothing even close. But in a truth that she would never dare tell, she had had thoughts. What woman didn't? Her fantasies, her secret world that no one knew, not even her husband, were populated not just by men but by both men and women. Usually it was the men who took her, because men had a penis and a penis was a very useful tool. But sometimes, when she was in a certain mood, women would come to play in her mind and her fingers. She enjoyed those fantasies, but always dismissed them as soon as the orgasm rang through her body. She was a wife and a mother with a career and a dog and a house with a yard. No one expected a person like her to rub herself to orgasm imagining another woman. And certainly a woman like her wouldn't have a tryst with a random woman in a hotel in real life. It was just idle fantasy, nothing more. The lights turned on below her. Today's man made her wince. He followed Lana to the window -- it was nice to know her name now -- and he was unattractive. He was at least 100 pounds overweight, and somewhat effeminate in appearance, with a soft and doughy look about him. She guessed this was the downside of being an escort. Lana herself looked less sexy than usual as well, clad in a trench coat that didn't particularly highlight her appearance. Corinne frowned slightly...until Lana removed the coat. Oh, wow. She was clad in a leather dominatrix outfit, and it was stunning. The main item was a corset that cinched her waist tightly, and which stopped just below her breasts, causing them to spill up and out. She wore a tiny black thong below the waist, and knee high boots that looked wicked. She had a necklace that appeared to be a lace of spider webs, and Corinne noticed that her hair was in a pony tail. The man removed his clothes, and Corinne felt a pang of sympathy for both him and her. He clearly didn't have a body to admire, and she had to work with it. But work she did. They walked to the bed, and she pulled some leather cuffs from underneath the sheets, one attached to each corner. She bound him to the bed, and then spent the next hour teasing the tiny cock that protruded underneath his belly. She wrapped it tightly in some sort of leather gear, then alternately sucked it, masturbated it, and worked the balls. Every time the man seemed to be getting close, she would back off, leaving him clumsily humping air. At one point, she climbed onto his chest, and to Corinne's fascination, appeared to masturbate herself, her pussy just inches above his face as he strained to reach her with his tongue. There was no bashfulness in this woman. She held the man in frustration for 60 full minutes. He left happy, though she was unclear whether he had an orgasm, and presumed that he didn't. People were strange sometimes. Corinne was about to move to her own masturbation session when Lana walked to the window. Writing in large print, she appeared to be making a new sign, not in any way acknowledging Corinne's presence. When she finished, she removed the "Hi, Blondie" sign and stuck the new one up in its place. With bated breath, Corinne waited for it to become visible. "Show me your boobs." Simultaneously horrified and amused, Corinne burst into laughter. Lana's face rose and she looked directly at Corinne. There was no pretending any more. Corinne held up her nearly empty glass as a toast of thanks. She was beginning to like this woman. Lana shook her head. Her breasts were still bare above the corset, and she brought her hands up to grip them, jiggling them. She pointed at Corinne. Oh, god. Maybe it was the drink in her, but Corinne found the woman charming tonight for some reason. After a moment of consideration, she threw caution to the wind. Reaching down, she pulled her t-shirt over her head. She gripped her own breasts and jiggled them back. Lana broke her usual classy demeanor, breaking into a satisfied smile. She motioned for Corinne to visit and very slowly licked her lips. Corinne's wave off signaling 'no' was much less convincing than it should have been. \\\\ "Room service! Happy Wednesday!" Natalie was here for her nightly visit, carrying her tray as usual. Corinne let her in, and immediately noticed another "Show Me Your Boobs" drink. She shook her head disbelievingly. This was surreal. The young woman walked the tray to the table near the window, and turned back to Corinne. "Another drink, another note," she said. Her eyes wandered up and down Corinne's body, and Corinne intuited that Natalie had some inside information she wasn't sharing. Corinne made a point of sighing. "Some people don't get the message," she said. "Did you pass along my message yesterday?" "Yes, ma'am." Corinne opened the note: 'You're married, but you're alone and I'm alone, so let's be alone together. Thursday at 8:00. If you need a reference as to my skills, watch tonight at midnight. PS: your boobs are gorgeous. I can't wait to suck on those big pink nipples. -- Lana, Room 301.' Corinne blushed furiously. She looked at Natalie, but the young black woman was noncommittal. Was she really not reading the notes? Even so, she had to understand what was happening. An escort was using her to pass notes. A female escort at that. She handed Natalie another $20 bill. "As you probably guessed, I need you to pass a note back. Can you wait a moment?" Natalie was making a killing off of this episode. She smiled broadly and took the money. As Corinne sat down to write, she couldn't help but notice that Natalie had moved to the window and was looking out and to the right. She started writing. 'I'm not into girls', she wrote. She looked at it, then added, 'But you're very pretty.' She tore it up and tried again. 'I've never been with a woman,' she wrote. "But you tempt me. You're gorgeous!' She emphasized the final sentence with a second exclamation point, then tore up that note. Natalie was standing in profile. She looked at the young woman, her vest tight against her cute figure, her soft facial features and full lips. She wrote the next draft. 'I'd love to, but I shouldn't." She stood stock still for a long minute, then added. "I'll watch at midnight, though, if that's okay." \\\\ At 11:55, Corinne was in a state of anxiety. Something was going to happen in five minutes, and it was going to be interesting. In an odd way, she felt invested in it, and wanted to fulfill her role properly. Taking a deep breath, she pulled her t-shirt over her head, then removed her shorts. Standing naked, she looked at herself in the room's full-length mirror. Her nipples were indeed attractive, and she was proud of them. She found large areolas sexy, and was glad that she had them. Few people had ever seen them, and almost no one had seen the neatly trimmed triangle between her legs, or the feather-soft features that they highlighted. Why was she doing this? Why was she playing this game? She didn't know, but it was too addicting to stop. She stepped to the window. The third floor had a new sign propped up. It said, 'You know you want to. Thursday at 8:00.' Corinne stood naked at the window, fully on display. Lana walked to her own window a floor below, wearing shorts and a braless t-shirt that clearly showed the points of her nipples. Corinne laughed heartily at the role reversal, and offered an imaginary toast to the brunette. On her end, Lana nodded approvingly at Corinne's nudity and mouthed a 'wow' as she ran her finger up and down Corinne's body. She offered a toast back and a wink. Apparently there was a knock on the door, because Lana turned quickly and looked in that direction. Corinne waited anxiously to see who would enter, and was surprised that it was only Natalie, carrying a tray. The young woman carried the tray to the table near the window, and Lana followed behind her. Natalie set the tray down and turned, and Lana was on her. Wrapping her arms around Natalie, Lana gave her a long, deep, romantic kiss. Corinne's jaw dropped in shock. Off came the plaid vest, the gold slacks, and then Natalie's bra and panties as Lana sensuously and methodically stripped the younger woman nude. She took Natalie by the hand and walked her to the bed. Natalie was quite attractive, with a trim figure and nice firm butt. As Lana lay her on the bed, Corinne took note of Natalie's hershey kiss nipples on her buoyant young breasts, and her completely shaved and bare pussy. Standing over her, Lana removed her t-shirt and shorts, displaying her bare body proudly. Lana took the dominant position, lying atop Natalie as the two engaged in deep kissing and caressing. Then Lana began moving down, kissing and nibbling Natalie's throat, then her breasts. She played with Natalie's nipples extensively using tongue and fingers, and Natalie seemed to melt into the bed. Then Lana went further down. Natalie's ribs received attention, then her stomach, then further down below her belly button. Corinne saw Natalie gasp as Lana's tongue first flicked across her clit. The next twenty minutes was a divine ballet as Lana worked the young African American woman's pussy to near-orgasm, then stopped abruptly, leaving the girl hanging as she moved up to pleasure other areas. She had Natalie engaged in a horizontal dance of need and desire, partially pleasuring her again and again before finally finishing the job. She eventually bore down between Natalie's legs with a new vigor, and Corinne watched the young woman's silent scream of orgasm. Lana was clearly skilled at her craft. Lana then moved up again, kissing Natalie's stomach, ribs, and breasts, before shifting to sit on Natalie's midsection. The two had a short conversation as Lana played with Natalie's nipples, tweaking and twisting and rubbing. Corinne couldn't hear, of course, but eventually saw Natalie nod. Lana was on the move again, this time reaching over Natalie. She retrieved the same leather cuffs that she had used the night before, only now she was using them on the room service girl. Corinne leaned forward in interest, and her finger began stroking her clitoris. As she had done with the fat man, Lana tied each of Natalie's limbs to a corner of the bed, effectively spreadeagling her. Then she climbed back atop Natalie, moving up to sit on the room service girl's face. Lana was a sexy woman. As Corinne watched, the brunette swayed and undulated as she received oral pleasure from her cute prisoner. She stroked her own breasts, caressed her stomach, and lost herself in pleasure as her prisoner labored underneath her. Corinne realized that she had not yet seen Lana cum after all these nights. Natalie did the job, though it took a while. Lana liked to periodically raise herself from Natalie's face, presumably slowing down the process of orgasm. She would rise up, touch and stroke Natalie's face, then drop down again so her pleasure prisoner could continue her oral task. Eventually, though, it was apparent that Lana was getting close. Her movements became more rhythmic, more measured. Corinne timed herself along with the brunette. Faster and faster her fingers stroked her clit and lips as the brunette began to enter the throes of ecstasy. Lana's back arched, her mouth dropping open. Corinne leaned back in her chair spreading her legs, her pleasure beginning to overflow. Lana's eyes closed. She gripped her breasts, facing skyward as her prisoner tongued her. Corinne's legs began to quiver. "Unnnnnh! Oh! Oh!" The two women orgasmed simultaneously, forty feet apart. Usually Lana's sessions lasted about an hour, a fact that had not registered with Corinne until tonight. But Lana wasn't finished with Natalie, not by a long shot. She rose and retrieved a leather travel bag, setting it with decorum on the bed next to a curious Natalie. Reaching in, she began pulling out items and setting them on the bed. Corinne recognized a couple of the items as vibrators or dildos; the smaller items were too far away for her to discern exactly. And then for the next two hours, Lana put on a clinic. Poor little Natalie, bound and helpless, had no chance, and Corinne was entranced by what became a pure torture of sexual pleasure. For an interminable time, Lana impassively forced pleasures on Natalie, and the bound room service girl thrashed, bucked, arched, or at times lay paralyzed as she absorbed a particularly fiendish pleasure. Lana wrung orgasm after orgasm from her, even as they looked more and more intense on a sexually exhausted Natalie. At 3:00 a.m., with the college girl unable to continue any more, Lana finally took mercy on her. Leaning down one last time, she kissed the girl on the lips and rose off of her chest. As she walked away from the bed, Natalie lay motionless and spent, her legs splayed wide, her hair a mess, her chest heaving with each breath, and her hips and thighs offering only the occasional spastic shiver to indicate consciousness. Lana walked to the window, looked up, and offered a theatrical curtsy. Corinne pressed ahead for one final orgasm from her own abused vulva, which had set a new masturbation record tonight. She knew that Lana was watching her, but did it really matter any more? Lana watched, then wrote another sign and set it in the window. It read, "References available upon request." \\\\ "Room Service!" Corinne took a moment to open the door, wondering what she should say. As she opened it, Natalie walked in with the tray. She knew by now where to place it, so she merely offered a polite, "Happy Thursday!" greeting. Corinne followed her into the room, noting that Natalie was walking slowly and a bit gingerly. There was also a "Show Me Your Boobs" drink on the tray. Natalie set the tray down. "I got you some extra dressing for your salad, and I gave you a double helping of breadsticks," she offered. "And I have another note." Corinne took the note. By now, Natalie knew to wait for the next chapter to unfold. It read, "Blondie, if you would like to check references for my skills, you may ask Ms. Natalie how she enjoyed the evening. I asked her to provide a gift as well, so be sure to ask for it. See you at 8. -- Lana, Room 301." Corinne reached into the pocket of her shorts and pulled out the $100 bill that she kept hidden in her billfold for emergencies. This was an emergency. Natalie's eyes popped when she saw Benjamin Franklin. Corinne held it up, but did not offer it. "You know what's going on with these notes, don't you?" she asked. "Yes," Natalie said sheepishly. "Who is this woman?" Natalie's eyes twinkled as she shyly answered. "She's a frequent guest here, maybe twice a month for a few days at a time. She's very nice." "What's her story? Is she an escort?" Natalie offered a hooded smile. "She tips well, and she's my favorite guest." Corinne processed the information. "So I gather. You know that I was watching last night, right?" Natalie nodded. "Do you and she ... regularly..." She couldn't finish the sentence, and pointed at the window. Natalie looked Corinne directly in the eye, her green eyes strong and willful. "I take care of her in the hotel and make sure that she doesn't get bothered, so every month she invites me in for an evening. You should know that I'm straight. But it doesn't matter." "How on earth does it not matter?" Natalie's mouth curled into a smile. "Because she's soooooo good," she laughed. Corinne had to laugh as well. "Are you completely straight?" she asked. "I'm just ... I'm just trying to figure out if ... uh ... if ..." "If you can do it?" The thought made Corinne's stomach roll with nervousness. She looked at the young woman, the woman that she had seen naked and orgasming last night under Lana's skilled hands. "Yes," she admitted at long last, blushing and horrified at herself, her participation in all of this. "Yes." Natalie repeated her assertion. "I'm straight," she said. "But I appreciate beauty. When I saw you that first night, for example, and your t-shirt was wet and I could see your areolas, I was intrigued. But with Lana, you don't think much about the fact that she's a woman. You think about the fact that she's beautiful and that's she's giving you the most amazing orgasms you'll ever have." Corinne subconsciously brought her arm up to cover her chest. The t-shirt thing was truly an accident, but she could never explain that away. "I'm straight, too," she said, "but ... I have to admit, I'm kind of curious. And flattered." "Then go visit Lana," Natalie said. "She's discreet, and she's amazing." "Does she often do stuff like this? The notes?" Natalie shook her head. "Never. She saw you watching. She thought you were beautiful, and ....", Natalie bit her lip, "she likes your breasts. She wants to play with them." Corinne suddenly felt shy. "But I wasn't watching because I was into women. I mean, I was, but I wasn't. And I'm married." "Lana doesn't care. In fact, she likes it that way. She loves taking straight women. Tell her you're straight and she'll make it her personal mission to open your mind." Corinne handed the $100 bill to Natalie, conflicting thoughts and ideas swimming in her head. "The note said you have a gift for me. I presume it's not the extra breadsticks." Natalie put the bill into her pocket. She looked up into Corinne's eyes. "Again, remember that I'm straight. I'm doing this for Lana." The young woman pulled Corinne close, and closed in for the kiss. Their lips met, soft and romantic, and the tip of Natalie's tongue pressed into Corinne. She could feel the girl's breasts crush into her own. The kiss was long and romantic, and when Natalie pulled away, Corinne could still taste her. She took the note, read it again, and took a deep breath. Her heart was beating as rapidly as a hummingbird's. While Natalie watched, she wrote, 'I'll be there.' "I'm scared to death," she said as she handed it to Natalie, her hands shaking. "I've never done anything like this before." Natalie smiled a devilish smile. "Neither had I. But now I'm addicted to it. Like I said, it's not about being with a woman, it's about having great sex. And if you're nervous," she added quietly, "maybe you could use some practice. I have a break in an hour." Her eyes rose to meet Corinne's. For a long moment, they were silent. "I think I'd like that," Corinne said. It was definitely going to be a good week.
Been Waiting for Love Ch. 06	84,317	4.79	410,923	[ "novella" ]	The next day Scott went to go see Dominique; it wasn't hard to get away from Katrina. She went to work that day after he made her tell him over and over again that night that she loved him every time he felt her ready to cum. There wasn't anything sweeter than hearing those words from her mouth. He knew he felt the same way and he wanted to wait till the right time to tell her. Right now, he had more important things to work out. He sat in the waiting room, going through the same magazine for what seem like the millionth time. He was actually waiting to see a therapist, something he told himself he wasn't going to do again. Then again, he told himself that he wouldn't screw with Katrina and look where that promise had gotten him. He was contemplating leaving when he saw her door open and she came out with another man who was just nodding his head. "I'm telling you Mr. Jones, you will feel so much better afterwards. I'll see you when I come back from my vacation." Dominique smiled at the man. "Alright, well I'll be in touch." he nodded towards her. Scott waited till the guy left before he followed Dominique into her office, "Nice to see you still came. You can just have a seat on the couch." she said going behind her desk. Scott sat on the couch and looked around her office. There weren't a lot of things hanging from the wall. It was mainly her degree and a couple of pictures of the girls. On her desk, he could see a picture of Dominique hugging some Asian guy. He wondered if that was her boyfriend, Katrina never said that she was dating anyone. He was kind of stunned to not see any pictures of her family. "Sorry about that, how can I help you?" she said sitting in front of him in her plush chair. He clasped his hands together realizing how sweaty they were becoming, "I don't exactly know where to start." "Start with why you thought you needed to see me." "Well, I came to see you because I need to change the relationship with me and Katrina. Did she tell you anything about me?" "Just the usual stuff girls talk about, but this is about you." she said sitting there motionless, but waiting patiently for him. "I have this problem with my body. Um, as you know I'm in the Marines and years ago something happened that left me, in my opinion, disfigured. I was whipped and repeatedly cut on my chest and back. They healed, but a lot of them left scars and wounds. I can't bring myself to take off all my clothes for anyone, even Katrina." She nodded, "I'm sorry to hear about what happened to you. I have counseled some soldiers that came back from Iraq. You've been dealing with this for years, so why have you come asking for help now." "Because I have feeling that if I don't get over this, I'm going to lose Katrina, but I'm scared that if I do show her, I'll lose her too." "Why would you think that?" "When my ex-girlfriend saw my chest, she wouldn't even look at me the same way and she end up cheating on me. I had a female doctor that flirted with me for years in Washington, but when she saw the cuts and bruises and it stopped." he stood up and started to pace the room, "I don't want to see anyone look at me like I'm defenseless or with pity." "Of course not, no one would like that, but there has to be another problem lying under that." His face wrinkled with confusion, "Why do you say that? I told you what the problem was." "Scott, I understand what happened to you and how that may affect you, but you showed your body before to other women and they prove they couldn't handle it. You got that in your mind that no woman would be able to handle what happened to you or handle your job with the Marines." "I know a lot of women wouldn't." "You know Katrina isn't that type of girl. She grew up with you and she knows you, she can handle it." "I don't know. I mean she is strong and determined, I know you see that. She has been great for me since we got together." she smiled briefly, "My parents know about us and they said this is the first time that I have actually acknowledged a girl as my girlfriend." "Katrina is actually your first girlfriend? What about the girl back in D.C.?" "I called her my girlfriend around her just to make her feel better, but I just didn't feel that way about her." "It was possible you knew she wasn't the one for you." "That's for sure." he said leaning against the wall and then something clicked in his head. There never was any woman that he felt close to, except for Katrina, he knew she was strong enough to handle whatever came her way and that scared him. He ran his hand down his face as he thought more about what he was piecing together. "Maybe I'm more screwed up than I thought." "Why do you say that?" He hurried to the chair to sit in front of her, "This is just a thought, but, could I be using this as an excuse because I'm scared that I have actually found the one?" "You think Katrina is who you are supposed to be with?" "I mean it makes sense. Any other woman I wouldn't even care if she likes me or not, but Katrina is not like that. I know she will be okay with seeing the bruises." "Okay speaking from someone who does know Katrina, she has been thinking about you for years and she wants to be with you. You have to decide whether or not you are ready for that, because she is. I believe you know that this isn't someone that will fall for you charms and sweet talk. You are on to something thought." "So, I'm not as screwed up as I thought." She smiled, "No honey, you're just being a man." They talked for a little while longer and Scott felt a little better about what he already planned to do. In fact he couldn't understand why he took so long to come about this decision. He was driving around when something caught his eye. It was a house, but not just any house, it was THE house. It was red brick on the outside with a garage and big trees in the yard. It was a two story with a small deck on the second floor. He leaned against the car looking at it when an older woman came out smiling; obviously she was trying to get a sale. "Good afternoon sir, I'm Maria Turner and your name?" "Scott Porter, nice to meet you." he said taking her extended hand. "I see you looking at one of my favorite houses." "It's beautiful. I was actually in the market for a house." "Well, why don't you come in and I can show you the inside? I have some extra time if you would like." she hinted with a smile. Scott figured she was desperate for a sale, so he went ahead and played along. She showed him the huge backyard, Scott instantly thought of all the things he could do with a backyard like this. He could get that huge grill that he wanted and have the boys out here kicking it. "This is nice Mrs. Turner." he said following her inside. "I know, my husband and I saw this house and we thought about it but we decided that we are happy where we are. I love the fireplace." she said pointing towards the fireplace facing the living room. Scott nodded as he walked around the living room. This place was slowly growing on him. "How many bedrooms?" he asked. "Three, the master bedroom has a master bathroom with a big bathtub. Let me show you the kitchen which is something else I love." "You really like this house?" he asked. "I do. It's a perfect family house. I'm sure you and your wife would love to live here." she said as she showed him the spacious kitchen. "Oh, I'm not married, but this is really nice." he said walking around taking in the kitchen. It was beautiful, the appliances were new and he knew that Katrina would love the marble floor and cabinets. He stopped in the middle of his thoughts as he came to a realization. He thought of Katrina while he was looking for a potential house for himself. Wow, this is more serious than I believe, he thought to himself. "Well, I'm pretty sure that whoever you marry will love this house. If you are single, I may have someone for you that would love a man like you." "I'm sure she will, but I am taken." he said with a smile, "Can you show me upstairs, please?" "No problem." she smiled back. Scott drove back to Katrina's with a clear head, for the first moment in a long time. He walked in to see Katrina on her hands and knees. She was on the floor searching under the couch in a red dress that barely covered her ass. He sneaked over towards her and smacked her hard on the ass. She let out a loud cry and stood to full height. He started to laugh at her bewildered expression. "You ass." she said punching his shoulder as he laughed. "I couldn't help, you know I can't keep my hands off your ass." he said pulling her close to him and kissed her, "What are you doing?" "I'm looking for my shoes. I'm running late for Kendra's party and I need to pick up the food before I go to the house." "What kind of party is this?" he asked as she went back to look for her shoes. "You know the girl party where we sit around, talk, and give out gifts. Things like that." "Are you going to the bachelorette party?" he called out. "It's just a party babe." she came back to him holding her shoes in her hand. "Are there going to be strippers?" "I don't know." she said innocently putting on her shoes. "Oh, you don't know but you planned the whole thing." he crossed his hands in front of him. She sighed and went over to him, placing her hand on his arms, "Are you going to have strippers at my brother's party." "I didn't ask you that." "But you just answered my question." she laughed walking away from him, "Trust me, you have nothing to worry about and you know it." "Look, I have something to talk to you about when you get back baby." "Really? Should I stay? Is it important?" she turned to look at him with concern etching her face. "No Kitty Kat, go to the party and have fun. Then you come home to me and I will deal with you later." he said moving towards her and wrapping his arms around her warm body. "Deal with me? You make it sound like a punishment." "Oh believe it's everything but." he smiled slyly and leaned down to kiss her. She melted against him as he angled her head. He deepened the kiss as he ran his fingers through her hair. He felt his need build for her and was scorched by the kiss. He knew he had to stop before he was tempted to strip her down. He pulled away looking down at her. Her eyes were still closed and her lips were swollen from the kiss. "Baby, you better straighten up or you will be really late for this party." he whispered and she opened her eyes. "Alright and I do have to go. I'll see you later. Please don't have my brother try to send a spy to the party or start calling Kendra all through the party." she said with a smile and he couldn't help but laugh. "I'll see what I can do." "Okay, I love you." she said briefly kissing him before she headed towards the door. Hmm, she didn't even wait for him to say it back, he thought to himself. He still had plenty of time for that. He was just going to have the guys over to play some cards. It should be awhile before she gets back. An hour later, Scott had Ricky, James, and Nikolas over at the house playing cards and drinking. Scott was moving between the card table and the kitchen, cooking some burgers. "So James, I have to ask you man, what did you say to Dante?" Ricky asked. One corner of his mouth turned up as he glanced at the cards, "I didn't tell him much, just the usual." James replied. "The usual my ass. I swear that man almost pissed himself." Ricky laughed, "You must like little Jade." "No, I still think she is overdramatic, but I hate to see a woman being disrespected like that in public." "I hate to see her go through that with that man. I keep telling her she needs a good man in her life, but for some reason she wants to settle with him." Ricky said, "I know that. She is fine too though." "This is coming from the man getting married." Scott pointed out and they started to laugh. "What? I can admit it. All my sister's friends are fine, especially my future wife." "That's true, but hey your sister is fine too." Nikolas said. "Nik, don't make me kill you. I actually like you." Ricky warned. "I'm just saying you can't stop a man from thinking what he wants to think about. She certainly isn't a little girl anymore and believe it or not some guy is going to sweep her off her feet." Nikolas said and James glanced over at Scott who was leaning against the cabinet. "I think she's got a boyfriend now, but she's not telling me." "Why do you say that?" Scott said joining them at the table. "You know that dreamy look that girls get when they are staring into space with that goofy smile?" they nodded, "I've seen her look like that. Not only that, but she told me that she needed some stuff fixed around here and now when I make my way over here, she say it's already fixed." "Yea, I'm here and I fixed it." Scott said. "You? You fixed it?" Ricky said, looking over at Scott. Scott knew that intense look on Ricky's face. It was his challenging look when he was deciphering what the hell was going. So, Scott did the one thing he knew would draw Ricky's attention away from what he was thinking. He challenged him back with that same look. It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. James and Nikolas looked between the two wondering who was going to give first. That's when Ricky started to laugh, "Oh man." he said looking back at his cards. "What?" Scott said. "You have been working so many long hours; I forgot that you were still here. You know I trip sometimes." Ricky said and Scott nodded. Something about this moment made Scott feel uncomfortable. He was a little scared that Ricky had already put everything together, but he didn't give it away like he knew. This was definitely becoming too much for him. He needed to hurry up and confess what is going on between Katrina and him. He sighed to himself knowing that he couldn't just yet. Katrina wanted to tell him together, so he would just have to bite his tongue. They played cards and ate for awhile before they left him alone to clean up. The guys were buzzed and had to go home soon before they were completely drunk. Scott didn't drink much because he was trying to stay awake till Katrina came home. He was finishing up the dishes when he heard the door open. Katrina came in with her shoes in hand and locked the door. "Hey baby." he called out. "Hey, my feet hurt." she said and he couldn't help but laugh. "Want me to come over there and rub your feet?" he said seductively, drying his hands on a towel. She smiled and plopped down on the couch, "I would like that." she said lifting one leg up in the air. He moved over towards the couch and moved her feet into his lap as he sat down, "I don't know if I should be doing this knowing that you were probably dancing around with one of those strippers." he said deeply massaging her feet and she couldn't help the moan that escaped her mouth. "Whatever Scott, you are my boyfriend and you are suppose to do things like this. Now this is just to remind me that I have something better at home." "You better keep remembering that too." she rested her head on her hand as she stared at him rubbing her feet. "Scott, are you happy with me?" she asked. "Of course I am baby. Why do you ask?" "I don't know. Dominique said that you came to see her, but she wouldn't tell me why." "And you also said that you wouldn't ask her either." he smiled. "Well," she pouted, "that was before I actually knew you were going." "Yea, I talked to her about some things. After that, I saw this house and went for a tour." "You want to move?" she said drawing her brows together. She was a little thrown off by the fact that he still wanted to move. "I told you, your place is too small for me, but I think you will like this place." "Really?" the smile instantly returned back to her face. She knew that it meant he still intended on having her move in with him. She was excited because she knew there could never be any other man but Scott. He was the man that she always dreamed of, her perfect man. Just staring at him right now, made her heart swell. "I love you, you know." she admitted. He paused from the massage to look back into her big brown eyes. She was waiting for his response and he couldn't disappoint. The words were already on the tip of his tongue, "I love you too." She knew her face was going to hurt tomorrow as much as she has been smiling. She had been waiting to hear those words from his mouth. She crooked her finger to him seductively and he answered her call, pressing his lips to hers. He moved on top of her as she ran her fingers through his hair. Nothing could describe the intensity that Scott was feeling. It was a mixture of doubt and confidence. He heard the little nagging voice telling him that she would not accept him, that she would run just like all the others, that was, until he looked into her eyes. Her sparkling big brown eyes staring back up at him. He moved over to sit down and she crawled into his lap. He moved his hands under her dress rubbing her ass. She bit her bottom lip as he started to move the dress up over her head. He sucked in his breath as he stared at her twin globes encased in her red see-through bra, "Do you always have to look at me as if you are going to eat me up?" "That's because most of the time I plan to." he said bringing her head down and kissing her. Katrina wrapped her arms around his neck as he stole her breath away with his kiss. She loved to feel his tongue push through her lips and caress her tongue. She grabbed the back of his head as she felt his hand caressing her breast and pulling at her nipple. She could feel the bulge growing under her and she grinded down against it. "Damn." he whispered, throwing his head back. She grinded against him as she took her bra off and carelessly threw it behind the couch. She gasped feeling his hot mouth surround her nipple. His tongue swirled around the hardened bud, before he sucked it into his mouth. He gave the same treatment to her other nipple and she felt her wetness soaking her underwear. She wanted to feel him push inside of her right at that moment as she reached for his belt buckle. He slowed her hands and the shocked look she gave him was priceless, "Hey baby, why don't you get a blanket and I'll start the fireplace?" he said leaning forward to kiss her. "Alright then. I'll be right back." she said as she slowly got off of him and went into the room. Scott went and started the fireplace. He waited patiently for Katrina to come out with a blanket and his wait was rewarded as she came out with a blanket wrapped around her. He smiled to himself shaking his head as she walked closer to him. He grabbed a hold of it and peeled it off of her to reveal her naked body. "How did I ever get this lucky?" he said. "I'm wondering that myself." she smiled; she met him on the floor, running her fingers through his hair as she kissed him. He pulled her closer to him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He pulled away long enough to lay out the blanket and lay her down on it. Her lips were swollen from the kiss and hair framed around her in a perfect little mess. He unbuttoned his shirt leaving on his tank top, not breaking eye contact with her. "Katrina, I know that you have been patient with this and you know I appreciate it more than anything. You are really too good for me and even though I may think you won't like what you see, I'm going to show you this because I love you." Katrina's eyes drew together in confusion as she wondered what he was going to show her. She saw him reach for the bottom of his shirt and her eyes widened. He was actually going to do it, she thought to herself. As if to get it over with quickly, he pulled the shirt over his head. Katrina's mouth dropped at the sheer shock of what he finally revealed to her. She looked down at his chest and saw the scratches and cuts. Some were a little more defined than others were. She could see the bruises but it was not that bad. There was this long cut right on his abs but it was barely there. She lifted her hand and her fingers grazed each scar. Scott closed his eyes as her light touch excited him to no ends, but she still hadn't said anything. His heart started to tighten and his breath got short, please don't be like the others he thought to himself. He looked down at her and didn't see pity or fear, he saw the same love that was always there. She leaned forward and pressed a small kiss over one scar and kissed each one she could until she was face to face with him. "You always were a little over dramatic." she smiled, wrapping her arms around him. He let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding and crushed his lips against hers. She felt the urgency and the love in his kiss. He laid her back down on the couch and she felt his weight crush against her. She ran her fingers through his hair as he moved from her lips to her neck. She angled her neck to give him more access and felt him hit that tender spot below her ear. A moan escaped her lips as her legs came up around his waist. His lips left her neck and moved down towards one of her breasts, gently tugging on her nipple in his mouth. Her head was swimming with desire, feeling his body pressing against hers and his mouth on her breast. She could feel his hard length pressing against her center and she craved to feel him inside of her. She moved her hips against him to emphasis the message. He slowly moved his way down her body and felt his mouth hovering over her slit. The sight that greeted him made him ache with need. Damn, he needed her now but he wanted to make her cum first. He pushed two fingers inside of her and watched as her back arched off the floor. He wrapped his hands around his own length as his fingers pushed in and out of her. "Scott, please." she moaned, "I need you, please." "I know baby, just let me..." "No, Scott please. We have plenty of time for that." She was right about that, he thought to himself. There is going to be plenty of time for that. He spread her legs a little wider and pushed his length inside of her. Her hands grabbed a hold of his biceps as he pushed himself deeper inside. He had to still himself as he felt her muscles hold him in tight. He looked down into her face and saw her biting on her bottom lip, eyes closed and hair mussed around her face. "Katrina, look at me." he said in a low tone and she still had her eyes closed, "Katrina, look at me." he said in a more demanding tone. Her eyes flickered open to meet his and that's when he started thrusting inside of her. He wanted to make sure she didn't have any problems with him or his body. He knew in his heart that she didn't, but he needed to look into her eyes. It was with that connection that he realized; she was it. She is what he had been looking and waiting for. He didn't want anyone else but her and he was determined to make sure she knew that. That thought made him thrust harder and faster inside of her. Her mouth dropped open and her breath started to quicken. Her legs wrapped around his waist pushing him in deeper. She swore that he would drive her crazy. He just didn't know what he did to her body and to her soul. Every time she looked up into his eyes she saw his love for her and the vulnerability. She never thought of him as vulnerable, but she saw it. She brought his head down and pushed her tongue into his mouth, holding on to him tight, digging her nails into his back. He pulled away after kissing her thoroughly to hear her voice. He could feel his balls begin to tighten and new that he was going to cum soon. He lifted her legs over his shoulder and pushed into her harder and faster. He heard his name escape past her lips and it was the sweetest sound he ever heard, next to her telling him she loved him. "Scott, I'm about to cum." she moaned. "I know baby, I'm almost there." Her nails dug into his arms again as she screamed out. He felt her grip him tighter and contract as she came on him. He couldn't hold off any longer and spilled himself inside of her. Her pussy milked his cock as he gritted his teeth loosing himself in the sensation. He collapsed on top of her when he was spent, pressing his weight on her. He was going to get off of her as soon as he caught his breath. He knew that he was probably crushing her. He made the move and her legs tightened around him. "Baby, I know I'm heavy, let me get up." he said and he felt her shake her head against him. "I like you right here." he chuckled to himself as he kissed her shoulder. "Well, I don't want to crush you." he said lifting himself up off her. She lifted her head to kiss him and he fully welcomed her lips. He maneuvered next to her and she pulled herself closer to him letting the heat from the fireplace warm her up. "You know you are not going anywhere, right?" she said. "I know I'm too tired to move." he smiled and she pinched him. "No, I mean me and you. You are not going anywhere." she said lifting her heavy head to look at him. "I knew what you meant and to tell you the truth, I was going to tell you the same thing." she laid her head on his bare chest, "We just have to get past your brother." She nodded against him and they both cuddled up, spending the night holding onto each other. The next day was real busy. They had to setup everything for the rehearsal and the rehearsal dinner. Even though the wedding was three days away, they wanted to go ahead and do the rehearsal early so they wouldn't have anything to worry about the day of. That didn't really matter much to Scott and Katrina; they were in their own little world while helping. When he could, he would steal kisses from her and wrap his arms around her. Katrina was enjoying it, but she wanted to be careful just in case Ricky was in the area. Jade, Katrina, and her mom were in the kitchen finishing up the dinner. She pretended to listen to their conversation but she was really thinking of Scott and how far they had come. She knew she had to get her mind on the dinner and get through the wedding so that she could tell Ricky. She was even thinking about telling him early so that he would have some time to get over it. "Mom, I think I'm going to go ahead and tell Ricky." Katrina said, rolling out the dough. "I was wondering when you were going to. What made you decide now?" "You know how Ricky blows things all out of proportion. Well, I want him to be okay with it by the wedding, especially since Scott is his best man." "Well honey, I think you should have said something earlier but I understand why you didn't. So, I'm guessing this is getting really serious." "He showed me his cuts on his chest." she said and her mom looked up at her, "They weren't that bad you could still see the bruises and the cuts, but it wasn't bad. To tell you the truth I didn't really care, I was just happy that he showed it to me." "Wow, you love him that much?" Katrina just shyly turned her head, "I remember that same look I had on my face when I fell in love with your father. I knew that you and Scott would end up together somehow." "How did you know, mama?" "You two were always hanging around each other. It was only a matter of time before he saw you as a woman. Not only that, but when Scott, left I saw all those scribbles you had on your notebook putting his last name on your name." Katrina had never been so embarrassed as Jade laughed in the background. "Well, he was really my first kiss." "And that's alright baby. I love Scott and I love the man that he has become. I'm pulling through for the both of you but just to let you know, you are going have to choose." "What?" "You know Ricky is not going to take this well in the beginning, so when the time comes you are going have to choose between Ricky or Scott." "She's right, you know. I feel it coming too." Jade added and that made Katrina bite her bottom lip. She hadn't thought about that. She shouldn't have to choose but now she saw that it could be a possibility. She was knocked out of her thoughts as she saw Scott walk in. "Hey ladies, how's it going?" he said bringing in a few sacks. "Hey Scott, just put those anywhere." Katrina's mom directed. He sat the bags close to Katrina so that he could plant a kiss on her cheek. She smiled up at him and lifted her face to kiss him. "Aren't you two just cute?" Jade teased and they both laughed. "Well, Mama Tanya, I have James and Nik outside waiting to help if you need them." "Oh, that's very sweet baby. I'll go tell them what to look for and I'll be right back." "I'll go help, should be fun telling that big oaf James what to do." "You must think he's really cute, huh." Katrina teased as Jade scrunched up her face. They left them alone in the kitchen and that was fine with Scott. There were some people coming for the dinner, so he knew that they would have to put on that whole "we are not involved" thing for Ricky. Scott moved behind her wrapping his arms around her waist. She leaned back against him feeling so safe in his arms. "So, how is everything going?" he asked. "Well, I'm going back on what I said I wasn't going to do. Correct me if I am wrong but I did say that I wasn't going to cook for this thing?" "You did, but since you are such a nice, sweet sister, you couldn't help but go back on your word." "Alright then, just needed to hear someone say it." she felt his body shake with laughter. "Well, I talked to the house agent and she said it's doable, I just have to wait awhile." "Then what, you leave my house to get another one." "Well, I already told you, I am taking you with me." "Who said that I wanted to live with you?" she felt him turn her around to face him. She was messing with him but she loved the frightened yet determined look in his eyes. "You are going, even if I have to drag you kicking and screaming." she laughed at him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "You know, I can say no to you if I want to, but I think that I will let you win this one." She brought his head down to kiss him when she saw the door opened. They quickly pulled away from each other thinking it was Ricky, but saw it was Yolanda. What was she doing here, Katrina thought to herself. "I'm so sorry Scott, I heard that you were here and Mr. Thompson wanted me to come in and give you this paperwork." "He knows I'm off right?" Scott said walking over to her and taking the file. "He knows, it's just that he wants you to look over the case to see if it's worth him going all out for it. He said that he would wait till you come back, he just wanted you to have a copy." He sighed as he ran his fingers through his hair, "Alright, thank you Yolanda." "You're welcome; I guess I will see you in the office. Have fun." she smiled. "Alright bye!" Katrina shouted and they both looked at her as she plastered a hearty smile on her face. Yolanda smiled at them both as she exited the kitchen. Scott shook his head and walked over to her. "Why do you have to be so mean?" "I refuse to think I am being mean. It's obvious that she is flirting and you can't see it." "Well, I only have eyes for one girl." he smiled. Ricky wondered what was keeping Scott. He knew that he was dropping off some of the bags, but he figured he would have been right out to help him greet the guests. He was on his way to the kitchen when he nearly knocked someone to the ground. He looked down and saw long brown hair. "I am so sorry ma'am. I didn't even see you." he said helping her up. "Oh, it's no big deal. I'm use to it amazingly." "Oh okay, well again I'm so sorry, but I was looking for my friend." She drew her brows together, "Are you Ricky?" she asked. "Yes," he paused, "do I know you?" "I'm Yolanda, I work with Scott. I just came to bring him some paperwork." "Oh, it is nice to meet you. So, have you seen him?" "Yea, he's in the kitchen," he was about to turn and walk to the kitchen when her words stopped him in his track, "with his girlfriend." "Girlfriend? Scott doesn't have a girlfriend." "Yes, a real pretty black girl with long hair. She comes to the office a lot for lunch." "Look Yolanda, I'm his best friend, I think I would know if he had a girlfriend." "Well he does. I think her name is Katrina or something." Ricky felt his fist ball to his side when she said that name. He was hoping that he didn't hear her right, but the name kept repeating in his mind. Katrina! His baby sister! No, it can't be. He tried his best to loosen the tension in his jaw and breathed, "Thanks a lot Yolanda." All she had time to do was nod as she saw him walk off. She could feel the heat radiating off him and wondered what that was all about. "Scott, come on now let me see it before you finalize the deal." she said wrapping her arms around his waist, pouting. "It's a surprise. You will see it soon baby, I promise you." "You better. So, we are going to tell my brother soon?" "I was waiting on you to say something about that. Whenever is fine with me, I just know we need to get it over with so we can finally go out and about without worrying if someone was going to tell him." she looked up at him. "Good, I'm just so happy that you have been so patient with me. I love you." "I love you more baby." "You couldn't possibly." she smiled. "You just don't know." he said kissing her briefly. "So, after the dinner, you want to tell him?" "Why wait then?" they both turned towards the door and saw Ricky standing there, his eyes narrowing in on the two of them. Scott saw Ricky's fist balled up and his breath quicken. He knew that look, that's Ricky's pissed off look. Katrina held on to Scott's shirt and felt so small under Ricky's gaze. "Tell me now!" Ricky finally said in a menacing tone.
101 In the Shade Pt. 01	274,329	4.57	1,281,525	[ "brother-sister incest", "us marines", "family discord", "religious zealot", "immaturity", "heart attack", "ptsd", "small town", "louisiana", "addiction" ]	\Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.* \\\\\* St. Elizabeth Parish Public Library sat on four acres of land, near the south shore of Baylor Lake in Louisiana. The address is 1 DeGarde Chateau, the same address it had been when it was Lady Emily DeGarde's residence. Having no heirs; her only child had been killed as he and his male lover left a speakeasy in New Orleans, Lady Emily DeGarde left it to her sole white servant, Rachael Ann Baylor. Rachael Ann Baylor, in turn, bequeathed the large, three story home to St. Elizabeth Parish. Upon her passing, the parish converted it into a public library. Built in 1880 by Captain DeGarde, the home was in a dire need of repairs and renovation. The St. Elizabeth Parish Council appropriated one million dollars for this project. The main stipulation being that the exterior of the structure be repaired restored to the original façade of 1880. Anita Michelle Lopez, the twenty year old owner of Lopez Construction, LLC, joined the five men and quietly took notes while Cindy Broussard-Robichaux, St. Elizabeth Parish President outlined the project and the budget allocated. "Honey," one grizzled man said, sneering at the woman. "Those shingles are six by six cedar and that's a two hundred by two hundred and twenty foot roof; and it's got a fifteen percent pitch. You got any idea how much you talking about just for that roof alone?" "Number one, my name is Mrs. Broussard-Robichaux, not 'Honey,'" Cindy said evenly. "And number two, that's your job, knowing the costs of your materials and your labor." "Well, I'm telling you, a million is chicken feed to what this is going to run you," the man said, not apologizing for the 'Honey' comment. Anita asked if the roof shingles had to be cedar, or could they be vinyl shingles, fabricated to look like cedar shingles. "That's still too much," the grizzled man sneered. When Cindy brought up that the structure's electrical system had not been upgraded since 1939, the grizzled man cursed and left the building. When it was revealed that the plumbing, much of which was still the original terra cotta piping would also have to be replaced, two more men left the building. The two men and Anita left the small office after Cindy Broussard-Robichaux thanked them, one man left the Library right away, Anita and the other man walked around the library. Anita used her digital camera, as well as scribbling furiously into her notepad. She did the same on the second and third floors of the building, and then finally left. The six small towns that comprised St. Elizabeth Parish, Louisiana, were represented at the next Council meeting and the last order of business was to address the repairs and renovations to the public library. "Of the six firms that are licensed to do such remodeling and repairs, only two have submitted any bids," Cindy said, and moved that Ethel Yacks, the Council Secretary be allowed to read the bids. "Schaub did submit a bid of one million, seven hundred and forty two thousand dollars," Ethel said in her nasal tinged voice. "But the parish has only budgeted..." Rayanne Williams, the Baylor Lake representative said. "And Lopez Construction has submitted a bid of..." Ethel said and stopped, piggish brown eyes staring. "Of..." Cindy questioned. "Lopez Construction, LLC has submitted a bid of one dollar," Ethel said. "I grew up in a falling apart rental trailer," Anita said, getting to her feet. "We didn't have money for books, finger paints, and fairy princesses. When I got older, we didn't have money for encyclopedias, or computers, or Internet access." She wiped a tear from her cheek. "The public library supplied all of that for me. When I was four years old, they had a Fairy Princess come and read to us, every Saturday morning. And Miss Waggamon, the librarian? She'd let me take my finger paintings home,"" Anita continued and nodded to the African-American woman, now the head librarian. "I took full advantage of the services this building provided." She wiped away another tear. "I am a successful business woman today, and I truly believe that it was the library that laid the foundation of my success. A fairy princess told me I could be anything I wanted to be, and I believed her. A woman treated me like I was special, despite the fact that my shoes had holes in them and my shorts were filthy. So, yes, I will charge you a dollar, if you will use the nine hundred and ninety nine thousand nine hundred and ninety nine dollars for books, and finger paints, and fairy princesses and you will encourage the next Anita Lopez to do her best." "I move that we accept Lopez Construction's bid," Carrie Browner, the DeGarde representative called out. "Seconded," Dee Dee Farbacher, Kimble's representative called out. The repairs started on May of 2015 and was slated to be completed seven weeks later. On a sweltering hot June day, one of the laborers was walking across the hardwood floor of the atrium, which used to be the original home's kitchen. Where the pantry had stood, the young man noticed an odd 'thunk' when he stepped on a board. Careful tapping with a rubber mallet disclosed a false floor. When the floorboards were pulled up, a cache of alcohol was discovered. The several bottles had been secreted during the Prohibition Era. The St. Elizabeth Parish Council voted to auction off the liquor to raise additional funds for the library and adjoining park. On a brutal late June Saturday, with the temperature hovering around one hundred and one in the shade, on the steps of the library a large, dusty, yet unopened bottle of cognac fetched six thousand dollars. A wooden crate containing twelve bottles of French champagne from Nineteen twelve went for nine thousand dollars. The last three items were a wooden crate of Early's Sweet Whiskey, containing ten half-gallon bottles, a wooden crate of Early's Regular Whiskey, and a wooden crate of Early's Finest Whiskey. "Thirty thousand dollars," Anita Lopez called out before the auctioneer could even call out the product. "Sold," Cindy Broussard-Robichaux said quickly. "Thank you all for coming." The three cases were loaded into the back of one of Lopez Construction, LLC's trucks as a sudden summer rainstorm brought the auction to a close. At her home, Toni Delacroix, Anita's lover, looked on as Anita unloaded the truck. "Okay, like, what's a woman that doesn't drink, and her girlfriend who like can't drink because of her medication going to like do with three cases of old whiskey?" Toni asked, holding onto Jake Lopez, who kept reaching out for his mother. "Guy ordered a beer the other day at one of my food trucks," Anita explained and finally relieved Toni of Jake and made the boy giggle as she covered his face with kisses. "Like y'all don't sell beer," Toni said. "Exactly," Anita said and kissed the baby some more. "But I checked and did you know we don't have a brewery anywhere around?" "And..." Toni slowly urged, pointing to the cases. "Dead End, Jack's Hideout, Mickey's and the Foxtrot all said they would carry a local beer and Tony at Foxtrot said they sell more whiskey than beer so..." Anita said. "Early's Finest... like any relation to Early's Grocery Store?" Toni asked as she read the handwritten label on one of the crates. "Yes, it is; the original Mr. Early became a butcher to cover his whiskey making," Anita said as she heated up a bottle of formula for Jake. "You have a bunch of corn mash just lying around; the law knows you're making booze. Feed it to chickens and hogs and cows which you're selling, well, you're just an honest, enterprising butcher." "Oh, no, no ma'am, like we are not going to become butchers," Toni said forcefully. "Well no kidding; I've already talked with Young's Farms about buying the mash," Anita agreed. Chapter 1 In 1997, Clayton Michael Chopin cried as his mother left their house. Earl Chopin did his best to comfort his eleven year old son, but soon tired of the boy's sniveling and slapped him. Earl hired Jesse Johnson to represent him in the divorce. Because the divorce was set in motion by Cheryl Chopin's affair, and that affair was with a black man, Judge Harold Monroe agreed that primary custody should be awarded to the father. Any arguments from Kenneth Prejean, Cheryl's lawyer, were quelled by the disclosure that Cheryl was pregnant by her black lover, and the two of them planned to move to New York, New York as soon as the divorce was final. A tearful kiss good bye was Clay's last memory of his mother. A crack head killed Cheryl and her lover in a botched mugging. The crack head's defense was, "They shouldn't have fought back; they'd still be here they hadn't fought back." Earl Chopin, being a successful investments broker, had no shortage of women that wanted to be Cheryl's replacement. Many were even willing to put up with Earl's cold, calculating demeanor to get close to his money. Most also tried to ingratiate themselves into the heart and mind of Earl's chubby son. Clay was, however, not very responsive. He was still despondent over the loss of his mother and somehow believed, if he had been there, he could have fought off the mugger that killed his mother. Then Earl met and very quickly married Candy Simone, a twenty five year old ex-stripper/prostitute and reformed sinner. In his hormone-ravaged state, thirteen year old Clay could see why his forty three year old father would fall so hard for the blonde haired, blue eyed beauty. Candy's breasts, which had been quite large to begin with, were surgically enhanced to a truly stunning 40 F and collagen had plumped up her lips beautifully. If his father's crude jokes were to be believed, Candy was quite willing to put those puffed up lips to good use. The twenty five year old moved in, with her ill-behaved daughters, and proceeded to make Clay's already unhappy life an absolute living nightmare. Gone was the television; the shows he liked were sinful anyway. Gone were the sugar-laden cereals, the snacks, the chips. The computer, which had been his refuge, was smashed beyond repair, deemed sinful by his step-mother. In the place of the television and the computer was a large Bible, which remained on Clay's desk, unopened. And when his step-mother found a pornographic magazine under his bed, the door was removed from his bedroom so privacy was a thing of the past. Her two daughters, younger than Clay, seemed to delight in causing Clay grief as well. And Candy, unable to believe that her daughters would ever do wrong, punished Clay for any of Colleen or Collette's transgressions. "God damn it, Dad! Do something!" Clay screamed after Candy beat him for the carton of milk that Collette had left out that morning. For using the name of the Lord in vain, Clay was force fed a spoonful of cayenne pepper. Clay's grades had been excellent; some had pushed to advance him one or two grades. But those grades dropped while his mother and father were fighting and dropped well below average upon his mother's death. Candy would not be satisfied with anything less than an A on anything. A 'B' was rewarded with a leather belt. One time, Clay erroneously brought home a 'C' which was later amended to an 'A' but Candy nearly beat the skin off of his bare buttocks for that unacceptable grade. In 2004, Clayton Michael Chopin was the valedictorian of the Kimble Academy graduating class; Candy Chopin took full credit for this fact. A week before his graduation, Clay sat at the dinner table, celebrating his eighteenth birthday. Because it was his birthday, there was a chocolate cake, which Collette loved and Clay could barely stomach. And there was chocolate mint chip ice cream, which Colleen absolutely loved and Clay despised. "And we have you enrolled at Atwell College of Divinity; with your fine speaking voice, you'll make a wonderful minister," Candy said smugly as she lighted the eighteen candles on the cake. "Well, that was pretty foolish," Clay said easily. "Why would you enroll me in a place I'll never go to?" "Now see here," Early snapped. "We've already paid the tuition." "I heard you fire Jim Taylor for making an unauthorized purchase," Clay said calmly as Candy again took her seat next to her husband. "Guess I should fire you for making an unauthorized purchase. "Now see here, I'm your father..." Earl said. "No, you are not! You quit being a father the minute you let this evil whore into this house," Clay screamed. "You quit being a father the minute you let this plastic boobed bitch start ruining my life! Grow a set of balls, you pitiful excuse for a man!" "As long as you're in my house..." Earl bellowed when the shock wore off. "Oh fuck you; I don't live in a house! I haven't lived in a house in years! It's been a Hell," Clay screamed, picked up the cake, complete with flaming candles, and hurled it at his father, getting Candy liberally with it as well. "Happy birthday to me," Clay laughed. "I am so out of here." Collette and Colleen sat, frozen in fear. "Fuck!" Earl screamed as he realized one of the candles had managed to set his Candy's hair on fire. A week later, Earl, Candy, Collette, and Colleen sat in the crowded auditorium for Clay's graduation. There were twenty six students seated on the small stage, but no sign of Clay. They did not know where Clay had gone to; he had no car or driver's license. They assumed he had spent the week with one of the few friends Candy had not managed to alienate with her religious fervor. Then Principal Donovan stepped to the podium and answered their question. "Our valedictorian, Clayton Michael Chopin graduated a two weeks early," the man intoned. "He had joined the United States Marines and said he was anxious to get started on the next chapter in what we are sure will be an exciting and rewarding life..." "We're not going to get to see Clay?" Colleen asked, eight year old face twisted in self-pity. "We're not going to get to see Clay?" ten year old Collette mocked her sister. "I guess not," Earl said heavily. Candy took his hand, wisely keeping her mouth shut. Then Collette gasped, a realization striking her. "The Marines? Like the Army? They're going to Iraq! Clay's going to be killed!" Collette cried out. Colleen burst into wails at the thought of her big brother being killed. Chapter 2 Clay Chopin crawled out of the wreckage of the transport vehicle, rifle spitting lead. He couldn't see; blood was dripping into his right eye. He didn't know it, but there was a gaping hole where his left eye and eye socket used to be. He hurled a grenade into the open window of a house and cut down the insurgents that spilled out through the open door. It took a sniper's bullet in the chest to bring the fearless U.S. Marine down. "Holy fuck! He's alive! This one's alive!" Clayton Michael Chopin heard someone scream. He came too briefly in the field hospital. The next time he was aware of anything, he was in Germany. The next time he woke up, he was staring through a window at a beautiful San Diego sunset. "Where am I?" Clay asked a man who was missing both legs and his left arm. "Fucking told you yesterday," the man snarled. "We in San Diego." "Oh," Clay said and looked at the sun's last rays. The University of Louisiana at DeGarde did have a graduate program in Chemistry. Before his parents' divorce and step- mother had entered his life, Clay had been very interested in the sciences, in particular chemistry. While he had been recuperating in San Diego, he took several undergraduate courses at a nearby community college and most did transfer to U.L.D. Dormitory life was no different than barracks life for Clay so he had no problem living on campus even as many of his fellow students were clamoring for the freedom of apartment life; Clay was content with his small real estate of bed, desk, and chest of drawers. The eye patch over his left eye socket did give him a certain charm and he did not lack for female companionship but Clay had difficulty forming any lasting relationships. His bachelor's Degree with a major in Organic Chemistry and a minor in synthetic engineering was soon followed with a Master's in Organic Chemistry and then he managed to obtain his doctorate degree in Chemical Engineering. A Petroleum Giant did express some interest in him but because they wanted to send him to the Middle East, Clay looked elsewhere for employment. "Thank you for your service to our country," Anita Lopez said and Clay smiled but shrugged it off. Ms. Lopez outlined her goal; she wanted to replicate the formulae that had made Early's Finest, Early's Sweet, and Early's Regular whiskeys so sought after. "There was no shortage of bootleggers, moonshiners in the Atchafalaya region, but Early's outsold them all, according to all the research I've done," Anita explained. She showed Clay that they had managed to copy the handwritten labels that adorned the earlier versions of Early's Whiskeys. "But now we want to duplicate the flavor," Ms. Lopez said. "Ma'am, I honestly believe, with my degrees in Organic Chemistry, Biosynthetic, and Chemical engineering, we should be on track to start shipping soon," Clay said with confidence. "I believe you," Anita said and stood up. "Let me show you your office and your lab. Of course, you're going to have to tell me what you need for your lab." While Clay was being shown the laboratory he would be utilizing, Earl Chopin mopped his sweating face. "Damn it, Bonnie, turn the air conditioning up, huh?" he barked at his Administrative Assistant. He looked again at the latest P.I. report; they'd managed to find Clay; the last one had told him that Police Officer Clayton Michael Chopin had been killed in the line of duty in St. Louis, Missouri. But when he and Candy had flown to St. Louis, to see about bringing the remains back home, they discovered that Officer Michael Clayton Chopin had been thirty nine years old at the time of his death. Clay was only twenty seven; twelve years younger than this latest dead end. This current report, however, said that Clay had been right there, under their noses, the whole time. A student at the University of Louisiana at DeGarde. "Bonnie, can't you..." Earl screamed again as his sweat trickled into his eyes, making the report hard to read. "It's set at sixty, oh my God, Earl!" Bonnie said then gasped as she looked into his office. Earl groaned, and then slipped to the floor. The beeps and whirr told Earl he had not died. The elephant sitting on his chest made him wish he had, though. He looked and saw his wife Candy, as she quietly read from her Bible. He tried to speak, but all that came out was a groan. Her cold blue eyes snapped up and she looked into his bloodshot eyes. "Oh, Our Savior is truly miraculous indeed," Candy cried out. "We lost you three times but I just knew..." "We found Clay," Earl groaned but Candy was too busy praising the name of Jesus to hear him. The next day, Candy was back, with Parker Johnson in tow. The one thing Earl had denied Candy, the one thing Earl Chopin had steadfastly refused her, was in adopting her two daughters. In his eyes, Collette and Colleen had not warmed up to him, did not respect him, and when Earl tried to be a father to them, the two girls did remind him, very snidely, that he was not their father. "Enough is enough; those girls were terrified," Candy simpered. "You're the only father they've ever known and..." "So if you'll just sign here and here..." Parker said, stepping up. "Your daddy's Jesse Johnson?" Earl asked the man. "Why yes sir, he is," Parker said. "Good. Leave these here; I'll look over them later," Earl said. "But Honey..." Candy wheedled. "I'll look at them later," Earl repeated with conviction. Candy frowned as much as she could with the Botox injection. Denying Earl Sex wasn't going to work; he was in no shape for sex right now. "Uh, Mr. Chopin, I uh, if anything happen to you before you get a chance..." Parker said, irritated. He did not like inconveniences. Coming to the hospital was an inconvenience. Being brushed off was an inconvenience. "Then you just better hope nothing happens to me, huh?" Earl sneered. Parker Johnson was nearly the mirror image of his father in attitude and deportment. Earl had neither trusted nor liked Jesse Johnson, even if the man had been an excellent lawyer. Earl then feigned falling asleep. Candy stamped her foot in irritation and Parker scowled at her as he picked up his eel skin briefcase. A few moments later, one of the nurses came in and Earl smiled at the attractive black woman. "Who's the best lawyer you know?" he asked the woman. "Sophia Coutre, without a doubt," Venus O'Toole said without hesitation. "Hadn't been for her, I'd never been a nurse." "Please get her for me," Earl said and felt for his wallet, which he did not have. "Yes sir," Venus smiled, placing a comforting hand on his. Moments later, Earl realized, although Candy had been there several times, and he vaguely remembered Colleen and Collette standing there, looking anxious, none of them had ever touched him. In the Bombay Café in Kimble, Louisiana, Clay and Louellen Pratt, an attractive black student was leaving after enjoying a satisfying lunch. Clay put his sunglasses on and opened the door for Louellen, just as Candy and Parker stepped up to the door. Candy gasped, recognizing Clay Chopin, even though his brown hair was covered by a 'U.L.D. Storm' baseball cap and his brown eyes were covered by the dark sunglasses. "Clay!" Candy said. Clay paused, looked at her, and then continued walking toward his Ford F150 pickup truck. "Clayton Michael Chopin, don't you dare walk away like you don't know me," she shrilled. Clay smirked in amusement at the woman's anger and helped Louellen into the truck. "Your father would like to see you; he's in the hospital," Candy snarled. "Until he sends you back to Hell where you belong, I do not have a father," Clay said coldly. "And your sisters would..." Candy continued. "And I do not have any sisters; those two evil little cunts are of no relation to me," Clay said, slammed his door shut and left. At St. Elizabeth Parish Trauma Center, Polly Chastaine had to scramble to keep up with her boss, Sophia Coutre, as the attractive fifty eight year old stepped off the elevator and strode to Earl Chopin's room. "Venus O'Toole didn't even hesitate when I asked her who the best lawyer is," Earl said. "I will have to thank her later," Sophia smiled. She pursed her lips as she looked at the papers Candy and Parker had drawn up and pursed her lips. "Please tell me you did not sign this," she asked. "You say you have a son? There is absolutely no mention of him in this document. As Polly typed rapidly on her laptop computer, Earl dictated, with Sophia making corrections. Chapter 3 "We're analyzing soil conditions, rainfall, crop conditions of Nineteen Twenty Nine and Nineteen Thirty," Clay told Anita as she asked him about his progress. "Ms. Lopez, we're getting very close to cracking the code on Early's Sweet. I did isolate that he used sugar cane; that's one reason why we're looking at the soil conditions and rainfall for..." "Enough; you're making my head hurt," the Latin beauty smiled at him. "Early's Finest, though, I will be honest," Clay continued. "That one has me stymied. There's a certain component that gave it an undertone, a certain woodiness that I just cannot figure out. But don't worry; we'll get it." "Why I hired you," Anita agreed. While Clay and Anita were kibitzing in his lab, Candy was sitting at 1815 Morning Drive, Kimble Louisiana, whishing she had not forced Earl Chopin to throw out all his alcohol. She knew it was a dangerous moment for her. The one time she'd drank gin after finding Jesus, she had once again gone back to her drug of choice, cocaine. She'd drank a gin and tonic with Librarian and Booger, two bikers she'd known, just to 'catch up on old times.' The next thing she knew, Librarian was jamming his long thin cock into her anus while Booger was sticking a needle into her arm, shooting her up with more cocaine. Fortunately for her, Early had been in New York City, at a conference. He never found out about her little transgression; he blamed her jittery nerves and loss of appetite on a flu she'd been having and the flu medication as the reason she was jumpy. Parker Johnson was now refusing Candy's phone calls, referring her instead to Debbi, his Administrative Assistant. The private investigator, the one Earl had hired to find Clay, was refusing to give her any contact information. Richard Boudreaux's reason was that it had been Earl Chopin that had hired him, not Candy Chopin. "You're a fucking idiot," Candy snarled into the telephone and slammed it down. "Momma!" Colleen gasped, truly shocked at her mother's vulgarity. "Oh shut up," Candy snarled and Colleen dashed up the stairs toward her room. As Colleen passed in front of Clayton's door, she paused. A few days after their disappointment at Clay's graduation, Mr. Earl had put Clay's door back up and closed the door to the boy's room. Colleen tried the knob and it opened. The door creaked slightly as she pushed it open. Clay's bed was neatly made; Momma had made sure that his bed was made each and every morning the moment Clay got out of bed. Colleen knew her own bed wasn't made; Momma made her shut the door so she didn't have to look at it. A layer of dust covered the small desk and Colleen used the tip of her finger to draw a little heart in the dust. There were no doors on Clay's closet; Momma didn't want him hiding anything. The boy's clothes hung neatly, three pair of dress shoes lay on the floor. A layer of dust was on his chest of drawers and Colleen drew another heart then opened the top drawer. Clay's Bible was in there, along with his Kimble Academy yearbook. Colleen smiled as she remembered the silly things her girlfriends had written into her 2013 Yearbook and pulled Clay's yearbook out. "Dear Clay: Sorry we didn't get to go to the Prom; it would have been great, Love Debbie" "Clay: Semper Fi, you faggot! Mike" "Hey Clay, kill all them raghead mother fuckers, Derek" "Dearest Clay: You were my first kiss and I'll remember you always. All my love, Allison Huxton." Colleen flipped ahead and found Allison Huxton's photograph and scowled at the pudgy girl. There were three Debbie's in the book but Colleen guessed it was probably Debbie Thompson that Clay had not been allowed to go to the prom with. The girl looked like a sinful whore. There were a total of five photographs of Clay in the yearbook; Colleen lingered over the one that showed him lounging outside with two boys, faces frozen in a shared laugh. She recognized the other two boys as Mike and Derek. She softly touched the page, trying to feel his laughter. Another drawer revealed some neatly folded underwear and Colleen blushed at the intimate apparel. Then she noticed a magazine underneath the neatly folded briefs. Colleen wondered how this magazine had escaped her mother's careful scrutiny of Clay's room. Colleen gasped as she read 'Shaved Blonde Sluts' in odd white squiggly letters across the top of the cover. (Colleen was too inexperienced to recognize that the letters were shaped to look like cum stains on the page, cum stains that happened to spell out the name of the magazine.) Inside the shameful magazine were photographs of women with hairless vulvas doing disgusting things with men and even more shameful actions with other women. Colleen quickly closed the magazine and hurriedly put it back into Clay's drawer. She did notice that there were two other magazines in there but did not bother to look at those. The rest were just more of Clay's clothing, but any essence of him had long ago faded away. While Colleen was in their brother's room, Collette was on a sweltering hot field, leading a group of twelve year old girls through a cheer. Around her neck, she wore the 2011 medal she and the Kimble Academy Mustangs had won at the 2011 State Championship. "Kyrie, I swear your Momma dropped you on your head," Collette called out to one girl that was having difficulty. "Then your Daddy picked you up and dropped you again." She hugged the girl to let her know she wasn't really mad at her, and then showed her again the pattern she wanted. "And again! Five, six, seven eight!" she called out and led them through the cheer. Then she sent them off the field. "I'm sorry, Miss Simone," Kyrie whispered. "Oh Sweetie, I'm not mad at you," Collette said and planted a kiss on the girl's forehead. "You just really need to practice more, okay?" Kyrie ran off the field, elated that her hero didn't hate her. "Hey, how's your dad?" Marie, a Latin girl that also wore a 2011 medal asked. "Mr. Earl's not my dad," Collette said dejectedly and sat on the hot metal bleacher seat. Collette had been able to push the thought aside, push the fear aside while working with the girls. Collette had been able to concentrate on anything but Momma's anger and Colleen's neediness and clinging nature. She was also able to think of anything but how desperate she felt inside, how alone she felt. "Want come on over?" Marie asked. Collette slowly shook her head no, staring hard at the ground. She knew that Marie was attracted to her; the girl had let Collette know that from the first day they both tried out for Cheer Squad. Collette had told Marie that lesbianism; homosexuality was a sin, an affront to God. In time, Collette had hardened not her heart against one of the few girls that was not deterred by her religious feelings and they were friends. Now, even though she was living with a girlfriend, Marie still tried to get with the blonde blue eyed beauty. "No, but thanks," Collette said, and then looked around. "Oh shoot! What time is it?" "Two o'clock, why?" Marie asked, looking at her watch. "I got to meet with my advisor at two thirty," Collette screamed, racing for her car. As Collette drove her BMW past St. Elizabeth Parish Trauma Center, she did glance over, did wonder how Mr. Earl was doing. In his room, Earl was quietly praying, clutching the plastic rosary that Venus O'Toole had brought for him. "Aw sure, Sugar, you my favorite patient," the woman said, white teeth gleaming in her ebony face. "And you my favorite nurse," Earl smiled. "Hail Mary, full of grace..." he mouthed. At the nurses' station, Debbie Thompson looked up as her computer monitor suddenly whined. "Code Blue, Four One Two. Code Blue, Four One Two," she calmly and clearly stated into the microphone, then let go of the button and raced for room 412. While a doctor and two cardiac nurses were attempting to resuscitate Samuel Earl Chopin, Candy Chopin stopped at a convenience store. She wanted gin but the last time she'd drank gin, it had led her right back to cocaine. She reasoned that vodka would be a safer choice for her. Rum. She hated rum; the sugar in it gave her horrendous heartburn, and afterward, monumental hangovers. Surely that would be safer for her than gin, or even vodka. With rum, she'd be able to control the amount she took. "A fifth...no, make it a half-gallon of Bacardi; do you have dark?" Candy snapped as she grabbed a two liter bottle of diet 7Up off the shelf. Candy's cell phone rang and she pushed the button to send it to voice mail. She just did not feel like listening to Collette's complaints or Colleen's whining right now. Chapter 4 Parker Johnson almost did a dance when he heard of Samuel Earl Chopin's passing. If the man died without the benefit of a will, his client, Mrs. Chopin stood to inherit quite a substantial chunk of change. He was so glad he'd had Debbie record the times Candy called their office. "Eighty five dollars a quarter hour, minimum a quarter hour every time you call," he gleefully calculated out loud. "Candy Chopin on line three; want me to take it?" Debbie's metallic voice crackled. "A hundred and fifteen a quarter hour, minimum one quarter hour if you talk to me," Parker chortled. "No, Debbie, I got it." Candy sat in her living room, curtains tightly drawn against the morning sun. The darkened room did little to soothe her frayed nerves, though. There was about an inch of rum in the bottom of the bottle but rum wasn't want Candy wanted. Her head pounded, her mouth felt like someone had stuffed cotton wool into it, and her nerves were screaming for cocaine. The spot where she used to shoot up actually itched right now. "Someone cut off the bank accounts," Candy shrilled the moment Parker Johnson's voice could be heard. "Yes, the credit cards too," she snapped. "No, Mr. Johnson; I'm fucking psychic," she snapped. "Yes, I tried them, Mr. Johnson; that's how I know." In her office, Sophia Coutre resolutely set about carrying out Mr. Chopin's edicts. He had stipulated that all accounts and credit cards be frozen, that only the mortgage and utilities were to be paid until such time that his will could be read. It was her least favorite chore; she had urged the man to be a little more compassionate and understanding toward his wife and daughters but the man stood firm. "They are not my daughters and after her night of fucking two bikers and shooting up dope in a motel room? I'm not so sure she's my wife either," the man had snapped. But Sophia hold firm against cutting off their cell phones immediately. "Mr. Chopin, they're going to need to be able to communicate," she said simply. "Fine, don't cut them off until after," he conceded. Sophia logged on to the Internet and traced the two certified letters she'd sent to Mrs. Samuel Earl Chopin and to the last known address of Clayton Michael Chopin. The one to Mrs. Chopin was scheduled to be delivered today; the one to Clay was being returned. Clay no longer lived in the dormitory of U.L.D. Campus, but the University had no forwarding address for Clayton Michael Chopin. "Hello, Mr. Boudreaux?" Sophia said into her telephone. "I need you to make a delivery please." In his laboratory, Clay tensed for a moment, and then nodded when Ginger Aucoin, one of his assistants asked if he was any relation to Earl Chopin. "Used to be my father, before he married Satan herself," he said and looked at some sediment samples under the electronic microscope. "Passed away a couple days ago," Ginger said. "Shame," was all Clay said and continued to study the sediments carefully. Here, tell me what you see, huh?" "I see a cold hearted bastard," Ginger thought, but kept that thought to herself as she likewise peered into the eyepiece. "Dr. Chopin," Anita said, coming into the lab. "I just wanted to convey my condolences. I was at church and heard about your father's passing. I assume you'll be leaving early for the memorial service?" "No, but thank you," Clay said. "My office? Please?" Anita said. "Clay, my step-father? Luther? Well, I guess he was my step-father; he and my mother lived together for about twenty years, anyway, he died last year," Anita said, sitting behind her desk. "Sorry for your loss," Clay said; an automatic response. "Not much of a loss," Anita said, also an automatic response. She smiled tightly. "Anyway, I went, I said a rosary, forgave Luther for his few faults, his few transgressions," Anita went on. "My mother? She truly did appreciate me coming." Anita sighed. "We don't do it for them, Dr. Chopin; we do it for ourselves. I really would encourage you to go, but you do whatever you think is right," she concluded. "Thank you, Anita," Clay said quietly. "Sure thing, Clay," Anita smiled; it was the first time they'd addressed each other by their first names. At a convenience store near St. Thomas Aquinas, Candy rifled through her purse and found a crumpled twenty dollar bill. She was outraged; why would Earl go behind her back and arrange to have his memorial service held at a Catholic Church? He had been Catholic in his youth, but she had shown him that the Catholic Church no longer followed God's Scripture. "Gin, Got Beef..." Candy demanded, grabbing a two liter bottle of diet Coke off the shelf. "We got Miles and uh... No. Miles; that's what we got," the Asian girl smiled, gold lip ring making Candy wince. However, when Candy saw that, after buying the two liter bottle of diet Coke, and the fifth of Miles Gin, she still had twelve dollars left, determined that she now liked Miles Gin. "Momma, the mailman was here; had a certified letter for you," Colleen said when Candy came into the house. "Where is it?" Candy asked, looking at the stack of mail that had not changed since yesterday. "Said you had to sign for it," Colleen said. Candy stared at her youngest daughter. It was hard to believe that the girl would be nineteen in just a few months; she was so immature. She tried to put her finger on when Colleen had gone from being a quiet and thoughtful little girl to the clingy, needy brat she was today. "God, you couldn't just say you were me, huh?" Candy snapped. "And Collette said she tried to put some gas in her car and the pump wouldn't take it," Colleen went on. "Told y'all that yesterday," Candy snapped. She then tried to remember how much gas was in hers, Earl's Mercedes-Benz. "What'd you buy?" Colleen asked, attempting to look into the convenience store's bag. "None of your business," Candy snapped and marched upstairs, precious bag tight against her chest. The following morning, at St. Thomas Aquinas, Colleen and Collette looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings. Neither girl had ever been in a Catholic church before. Next to them, Candy wanted to scream. What few nerves she had left were completely shot. "Oh, I know, I know, it was a complete shock," she said to Bonnie, Earl's administrative assistant. "He looked better; he was joking and laughing..." "Oh thank you, yes, he talked about you all the time," Candy said to Jim Taylor. Colleen stared at the box that held the only father she'd ever known. Momma had admitted to her, on Colleen's thirteenth birthday, she didn't know who Colleen's father was; she'd been in a drug and alcohol induced blackout at Colleen's conception. Colleen wanted to go up to the casket, tell the man good bye, tell him that she truly did love him and would really miss him. But she was terrified of looking at a dead person. Suppose his eyes opened and fangs grew out, like in that movie she and Collette watched? A muscular young man walked up to the box, knelt down on the kneeler, and quietly said a prayer. Colleen looked at the broad back and, even though she would have denied it, the man's nice tight ass, then watched the man take a pair of sunglasses out of his pocket. Collette also watched; she would have had no trouble admitting she did check out the nice tight ass, and then turned to say something to one of Mr. Earl's smelly old friends that was whispering condolences. Candy was trying to wiggle her too tight shoes back on; her feet were swollen, probably from stress. It certainly would not be from the few drinks she'd imbibed. "Clay!" Colleen gasped as the young man turned sunglasses firmly on his face. He didn't even turn to look at them, just strode out of the church. Colleen couldn't get past her mother, who was still trying to get her left shoe on. "Just wait a minute, damn it," Candy hissed to the girl. Colleen jumped up on the pew and ran along the wooden bench, then jumped and raced down the aisle toward the rear of the church. "Clay!" Colleen screamed, uncaring that people were looking, staring at her. "Clay!" she screamed at the top of her lungs as she burst into the brutal early September morning. She saw a white pickup truck leaving the parking lot, but could not see through the American Flag that adorned the back window if it was him or not. "Clay!" the girl sobbed, looking around frantically. Collette came outside and put her arms around the girl. "It was him, I know it was," Colleen sobbed. Collette didn't say anything, just let her sister cry. "Now what in Jesus's name..." Candy hissed, stepping out into the sweltering humidity. "Not now, Mother," Collette snapped. "All right? Not now." Candy had to squeeze the large brass handle of the door; she wanted to slap her impertinent child. How dare the little bitch talk back to her like that? When Colleen's tears were under control, Collette led her back into the church. Colleen tried to pull away, but Collette held her hand firmly and pulled her to the casket. "Tell him good bye," Collette hissed. "Mr. Earl?" Colleen whimpered. "I know I ain't never said it, but I love you." In his pickup truck, Clay thought very briefly of going to his new apartment. He had not slept at all last night, dreading the memorial service, dreading the possible confrontation between himself and the soulless Candy. He had marched up to the casket, had looked in at the sunken, lifeless face of his father. That was a bit of a shock; his father had looked terrible, and that was after the mortuary had done their best to make his corpse look his best. "I forgive you; go in peace," Clay said to his father, knelt down and said the Lord's Prayer. Putting on his sunglasses again, Clay had seen the twisted, no longer beautiful face of Candy Chopin, and the two beautiful young women to her left. He had heard one of the girls gasp, but was no longer interested. At the intersection of Highway 52 and Buchanan Street, Clay mentally flipped a coin. Yes, he was tired, yes, Anita Lopez had given him the day off, and tomorrow off should he need it. But he knew he was so close to finalizing Early's Finest. Barley and Rye had been added to the corn; they had isolated that. But there was just one other component. A car horn brought him out of his reverie and Clay decided to go home, go to bed. He parked in the space assigned to his apartment and got out of his truck. "Hard man to find, Dr. Chopin," Richard Boudreaux smiled his almost permanent smile. "Didn't know anyone was looking," Clay said. "And theme's the hardest to find," Richard admitted, holding out a certified letter. "One's are hiding? They leave all kind of trails." "So, how did you find me?" Clay asked, amused. "Louellen Pratt," Richard said, getting back into his battered car. "That is one pissed off little black girl, you hear?" The girl had made noises about wanting to move in, play house with Clay when Clay shared the news that he'd signed a six month lease on a one bedroom apartment. Sex with Louellen had been less than exciting; she didn't like oral, didn't do anal, and insisted on condoms. Conversations with Louellen had been less than stimulating; she was very much a pop culture junkie and Clay had absolutely no interest in the celebrities she followed religiously. Even food was an exercise in patience; Louellen was very particular about what she put into her body which limited them in places to go, or meals to prepare. So, Clay had been polite, but firm. They were not going to play house. And Louellen had been firm, but impolite. Don't call her. Ever. Inside his apartment, Clay put the letter on the counter, next to his truck keys, marched into his bedroom, stripped and fell into a long, dreamless sleep. At 1815 Morning Drive, Candy received the certified letter, opened it, and read that her husband had indeed made out a will. But Earl had not used Parker Johnson, or the adoption papers/will that she and Parker had brought to him. Instead, her husband had yet one more deception, one more slap in the face to her. He had acquired his own attorney, Sophia Coutre. "Monday's..." Candy tried to figure out how many days away Monday the seventh was, but with all the guests milling around, talking and laughing, she couldn't think. Thankfully, some friends from of Earl's had stopped by with food in hand; Candy realized she needed to do some serious grocery shopping. They didn't even have milk. "Thank you," she smiled tightly as yet another person expressed sympathy. And finally, the last guest left. Colleen and Collette were nowhere to be found; there were plastic plates, and plastic silverware and crumpled napkins and half-filled cups everywhere, but of course, the girls were nowhere in sight. Candy decided to just leave it; she was far too tired to deal with the mess right now. "And where do you think you're going?" Candy hissed at Collette came down the stairs, dressed in tee shirt and jeans. "Clean up; God, the house is a disaster area," Collette groaned. "Any of them ever hear of a garbage can?" Candy felt guilty for snapping at the girl, but rationalized that she should have let her know she was going upstairs to change. Colleen came out of her room a moment later, dressed in tee shirt and jeans as well. Candy figured, with two girls doing the cleanup, she could fix herself a drink. If they needed her, they could come get her. In two swallows, the Miles Gin was gone. The miniscule amount of alcohol did nothing to soothe the need, did nothing to calm the nerves. All it did was inflame a nearly psychotic need for more alcohol. Or something stronger. Candy looked through her purse, found a five dollar bill and some coins. Again she tried to calculate when Monday was, failed, and marched down the stairs again. Four hours later, Collette dug out some leftovers and made dinner for Colleen and herself. Four hours after that, she and Colleen went to bed. Collette wasn't surprised when twenty minutes later; Colleen quietly knocked on her door, and then sidled into the room. "Get in," Collette sighed, flinging the comforter back. Two days later, Collette called the police to file a missing persons' report. She spared Colleen the horror of having to identify their mother's body. Even with the horrific bruises around her face, and the snarl on her battered lips, Collette agreed, the corpse was that of Candace Nicole Simone Chopin, aged thirty nine. Chapter 5 Clay sat in Sophia Coutre's office and read the document quietly. He sipped the cup of coffee and nodded in approval; Ms. Coutre had said her administrative assistant made the best coffee and he was inclined to agree. The woman had stirred in the precise amount of cream. "And with the recent passing of Candace Chopin..." Sophia said and Clay looked up sharply. "Oh! You... I thought you knew..." Sophia murmured. Clay shook his head no, peering intently at Sophia. "Figures," was all Clay said when Sophia stammered and hemmed and hawed that Candy's body had been found in an area known for trafficking drugs. Her jewelry had been found at a pawn shop; the two men claimed they found the rings and bracelets, but one of the men still had a piece of Candy's chipped tooth imbedded in a knuckle. The Mercedes-Benz, or what was left of it, was found two blocks away, her keys still in the ignition. "And your step-sisters..." Sophia said. "I have no sisters, step or otherwise," Clay said abruptly. At 1815 Morning Drive, Collette searched through the pantry, hoping that there was something, anything that she'd not seen earlier. The food that had been brought over from Mr. Earl's funeral had long since spoiled; very few had attended Momma's funeral and there had been no food from that dismal affair. All that was in the refrigerator now was a nearly empty jar of pickles, some salad dressing, and a few American cheese slices. She pulled out the bottle of corn oil and decided she'd make some American cheese crepes. Disgusting, unappetizing, but it was food. "God, why?" Collette asked herself for the thousandth time. Why hadn't she saved her money? Yes, she had the latest and greatest cell phone; couldn't eat that, could they? Her BMW had a thousand and one songs downloaded on its sound system, but not a drop of gas in the tank. She had a drawer full of the sexiest panties (not that any boy had ever seen them) but that wouldn't feed them. Nor would her four pairs of three hundred dollar shoes. "What you doing?" Colleen asked voice little more than a whisper. "Crepes; want some?" Collette asked as she poured the thin batter into the sizzling oil. With that, the last of the cheese was eaten. A few hours later, Clay sat in his white Ford pickup truck, looking at the building that had been his home for eleven years, his house for two years, until he was thirteen, then his prison, his Hell for the five years from thirteen to eighteen years of age. The lawn was meticulously manicured; Superior Landscaping, LLC had a contract, and Earl Chopin had authorized Sophia Coutre to pay all household expenses until his last Will and Testament could be read. The front door was stained a understated Honey Blonde color, which went well with the mostly pink brick. The brass handle gleamed; it was nearly brand new. The garage door was a dark Forest Green, also a nice color. The front door had been a dingy off-white with a simple knob and deadbolt when Clay had flung his birthday cake and walked out through that door ten years ago. The garage door had been a rust brown color. And the mailbox had been a typical mailbox; Clay smiled at the fiberglass 'Pelican' mailbox they had now. The 'stump' the Pelican sat upon had the house number on it. Clay did not see any automobiles; then remembered Candy's car had been stripped. Her daughters, Clay guessed, being almost carbon copies of their mother, were probably out doing drugs and fucking a multitude of men and women. He had asked Sophia about evicting the whore-seed, the two little demonic offspring of Candy Chopin. Just as she had done with Clay's father, Sophia cautioned against taking that action. Sophia encouraged restraint, compassion. A neighbor, not recognizing the truck and knowing that there were two girls living alone in the house, called the police about a strange vehicle. A unit was quick to respond. "Afternoon Officers," Clay said, getting out of his truck, hands out to show he was unarmed. Then, unable to put it off any longer, Clay parked in the driveway and walked to the front door. Inside, Collette and Colleen looked at each other, terrified as they heard keys in the door. "Did you put the chain on?" Colleen whispered, pale skin more pale with fear. "Oh God, no!" Collette affirmed that she had not put the security chain on. "Hello? Knock knock." Clay called out, stepping into the foyer of the house. "It's Clay, anybody home?" "It's Clay!" Colleen screamed and leapt to her feet. "Clay!" she screamed, running at the man. "Oomph!" she grunted as Clay blocked her advance with a forearm to her chest. His block sent Colleen tumbling to the floor and she rolled backward. "Don't!" Clay screamed. "Don't you ever fucking touch me, you evil little cunt!" Colleen sat on the floor, too stunned to react. "What did you do?" Collette screamed at him, bending to help her sister to her feet. "I just..." Colleen stammered at the man, then shrieked when she noticed the eye patch. "Oh Clay!" she gasped and reached out to touch his face. His arm flashed out and slapped her hand away savagely. "What part of 'don't touch me' do you not understand, you stupid slut?" he screamed at her. "I just, I just..." Colleen whimpered then turned and raced up the stairs. "God! You ass hole!" Collette screamed at the man. "She just..." "Fuck you whore; you're in my fucking house, don't you dare raise your voice at me," he bellowed. "Don't you call me..." she screamed, lunging at him with claws extended. She sat down, hard. Years of gymnastics, cheerleading, volleyball, Collette's reflexes were good. But she had not even seen his arm move. "I fucking knew I should have just had you two cunts thrown out," he snarled, stomping over to the bar. "God damned female lawyers, I swear to God. 'Show some compassion' she says." "No!" Collette screamed, his words sinking in. "Clay, no! You can't throw us out! We don't have anywhere to go!" "Not my problem; where in the hell, where's the, is there nothing to drink in this house?" Clay asked, seeing that the bar's shelves were completely bare. "Momma had Mr. Earl throw it all out," Collette answered. "Please, Clay, please, you can't..." "Real nice," Clay sneered at the girl. "Live here for what? Fourteen, fifteen years? And you don't call him Dad or even Father? He's still Mr. Earl, huh?" "He never let us," Collette defended. "But, please, please, I'm begging you; please don't kick us... Look, kick me out if you have to, but please, please don't kick Colleen out, she's..." Clay turned and walked up the stairs, Collette following, still pleading with him. "Nice, real nice," Clay sneered, seeing the door on his old room. He opened the door and looked in. Clay saw the little heart someone had drawn in the dust on the desk and entered. "Clay, please..." Collette begged and Clay shut the door in her face. "Oh, that felt nice," Clay smirked to himself. "Being able to close the damned door when I want to." His clothes still hung just like they'd hung several years ago. The three dress shoes, clay nudged them and wondered if Candy ever noticed that they'd never been worn. He damned near wore his tennis shoes to shreds, but never once put on the hated dress shoes. Above the clothing, he saw his old chess set. Even Candy couldn't find anything sinful, wrong with chess. He used the floral tie she insisted he have with the ugly suit and used the scrap of cloth to clean off the desk and put the chess set on the desk. He frowned as he set it up; the white king was missing. He then put everything back into the box and again put the set on the closet shelf Someone had also drawn a little heart on his chest of drawers and Clay almost wiped it off, but left it. The top drawer held the accursed Bible. Clay believed in God and believed in the words written in the book, but because Candy had plopped it on his desk and demanded that he read it, Clay had ignored it. He smiled as he saw his High School Yearbook. Pulling it out, he sat on the edge of the bed. A flash of anger coursed through him again; the mattress was still the battered, almost flattened mattress he'd begged his father to change out. But Colleen needed a 'Princess Playhouse' bedroom suit instead so Clay had to make do with the old mattress for another year. He opened the book and it immediately went to page 28-29. No one knew how the photograph had passed the laser beam eyes of Mr. Edmunsen, the Staff Advisor of the Yearbook Committee. But on page twenty nine, Debbie Thompson had pulled down her shorts and flashed her bare buttocks at the yearbook photographer, playful smile frozen for all eternity. And it had been included among the other photographs of the Kimble Academy Cheerleaders. Mr. Edmunsen had been replaced by Ms. Stanton and the following year's yearbook had absolutely no photographs of salacious nature. Clay had asked Debbie to the Spring Prom, but of course Candy had nixed that idea. So, Debbie had gone with Derek Davis instead. And had given Derek a blow job. Clay knew Derek wasn't lying about it; Debbie had bragged about the blow job as well. Clay almost laughed out loud at the memory. A month after their graduation, Mike Huffman had sent him a letter telling him that Derek Davis had come out of the closet, had announced his homosexuality. His announcement hadn't been much of a surprise; Clay and Mike had long suspected it. Clay wondered if Debbie gave Derek any tips on how to perform the perfect blow job. According to the few classmates that had filled her mouth, Debbie did indeed know how to give the perfect hummer. Reading what Debbie had written in his yearbook angered him again. "Yeah, Debbie, it would have been great," he said aloud. " The two pillows on his bed were still the foam rubber pellet pillows that needed to be shaken vigorously every now and then or all the pellets gummed together in one corner. Clay plumped them u and lay back to look through the photographs. Ten years later, he still remembered the names and the faces. Michael Jeffrey Huffman, he knew, had died of brain cancer a few years ago. Derek, as far as Clay knew, was still in Atlanta with his boyfriend. Allison, he looked at her photograph fondly, had married almost the moment her diploma was in her hand, married a sugarcane farmer and had six children. He did wonder what ever happened to Debbie Ann Thompson. She had blazed out of Kimble, Louisiana the moment her diploma was in her hand and vowed never to return. At five o'clock, Clay came out of his bedroom and walked with purpose to the stairs. He did not glance down the hall to the door that opened, at the two pale blonde faces that watched him fearfully. "What the... Clay said peering into the vacant refrigerator. The pantry was very nearly bare as well. "God damn, really? Dad's been dead a week and y'all are already about to starve to death?" Clay demanded of Collette, who had been brave enough to come down the stairs. "Momma didn't never..." she said. "You're an adult, Collette, a fully grown, functioning adult; you mean to tell me you don't have a clue how to go grocery shopping?" he demanded. "You got money?" she snapped, tired of his overbearing attitude. "You got a pussy, you got a mouth, put them to use," Clay countered. "Fifty for a hummer, a hundred for a fuck." Collette stared at him in shock. Behind her, she heard Colleen's horrified gasp. "What? You mean you been giving it away for free?" Clay sneered. "I don't... I never..." Collette stammered. "You are your mother's daughter, right?" Clay spat as he left the kitchen. "She didn't..." Collette defended but heard the front door slam shut. Early's Grocery Store looked newer, more modern. Clay didn't know the story of the Angels 270 gang's Night of Terror, where the old façade had been riddled with bullets. He grabbed bananas, apples and oranges, then potatoes, carrots, onion and bell pepper. He grabbed a large jar of peanut butter and four different kinds of jellies. Two gallons of whole milk, none of the skim or two percent for him. Chicken, sausage, and ground beef also went into the cart, and then he grabbed a loaf of whole wheat and a loaf of white bread. A pound of coffee also went into the basket and he found himself at the liquor counter. "Yes sir!" he smiled at the sign that announced that Early's Sweet, Superior (Anita had redubbed Early's Regular as Early's Superior) and Early's Finest would be available soon. "Help you?" a chubby, cute girl asked. "Fifth of oh, let's see," Clay mused, looking at the selection available. A fifth of gin, a fifth of vodka, and a fifth of bourbon whiskey were selected and Clay grabbed a bottle of tonic water, club soda, ginger ale and a bottle of regular Coke. "Par-tay!" a cute cashier announced as she rang up the alcohol. "Um, not hard Lay!" Clay smiled tightly. She thought that his response was funny and giggled over it as she rang up his purchases. "Huh! Having a party? Guess my invitation must have gotten lost," a pimple faced boy joked as he pushed the basket toward the pickup truck. "It's two blonde sisters, think their shit don't stink, both on their time of the month; still want to stop by?" Clay asked, a little tired of the assumption that he was having a party. "Uh, no, thanks, think I'll pass," the boy said. Clay handed the boy a five dollar bill, simply for knowing to put the bags up toward the front of the truck, and handing Clay the three bottles of booze for Clay to put into the cab of the truck. "Good luck, man," the kid said. Clay sat in the cab of the truck for a long moment, and then drove to 1815 Morning Drive again. "Really? Neither one of you locked the door?" Clay asked as he carried in six bag of groceries. "Jesus! All right! We're horrible people! We're stupid people!" Collette screamed. "We get it! We're two pieces of shit! Okay?" "More in the truck," Clay said, carrying the bags to the kitchen. "Think one of you could get off your fat asses and go get them?" Collette wasn't about to leave Colleen alone with Clay, so grabbed her sister's hand and pulled her outside. "It was him!" Colleen sighed, looking at the truck. "What?" Collette asked, trying the handle and finding the truck locked. "Now how are we..." "At Mr. Earl's funeral. It was him. Remember? His truck was..." Colleen said, looking into the bed of the truck and seeing the other bags of groceries. "Oh!" Colleen gasped. "He bot that pork sausage!" "Uh huh," Collette said and grabbed the rest of the bags, leaving the bread bag for Colleen. Clay had already put away the contents of the bags and was quickly chopping up onion and bell pepper while water came to a boil on the stove. "Let's go; need three leg quarters, carrots, the thing of frozen peas, a couple of potatoes," he snapped. Colleen hurriedly dug through the bags and found him what he was asking for. "Oh, crunchy! I love crunchy peanut butter! Oh thank you!" Colleen said and tried to hug him. "God damn it; what the fuck did I tell you about touching me!" Clay screamed, shoving her away. "Keep your filthy hands off me!" "Go, go, I'll do this," Collette urged her sister. "You know, you don't have to be such an ass hole; she was just..." Collette spat angrily, then stopped. She looked, terrified, as the point of his knife was resting just a hair away from her nose. "I am cooking," he snarled. "I am cooking this for you. And for your sister. I don't have to do any of this. I have an apartment. I have food at that apartment. I damned sure don't need to spend a hundred and forty three dollars on either one of you." He made quick work of chopping the chicken to cubes and dropped that into the sizzling skillet. "If my brains burst into flames, neither you or your sister would have pissed in my ear to save me," Clay went on and dropped a cup of rice into the boiling water, covered the pot and turned the burner to low. "That's not true!" Collette gasped. "Bull shit it isn't," Clay snarled and began dicing the carrots and potatoes. "No, it's not, Clay," Colleen protested from the doorway of the kitchen, voice rising above a whisper. "Clay, we love you." "You what?" Clay let out a bitter laugh. "We love you," Collette echoed. "We went to your graduation and when Principal Donovan said you'd joined the Marines, we cried." "Why? Because you wouldn't have me to torture anymore?" Clay snarled as he added a cup of water to the chicken and vegetables, then covered the skillet. "When did we torture you?" Colleen asked, again coming into the kitchen, but staying behind her sister. "Every God damned time I turned around, either you, or you were blaming me for shit I didn't do and of course your mother never believe her two little angels would ever lie," Clay snapped, throwing cutting board and knife into the sink, making Collette and Colleen jump. "Stealing shit out of my room. God damn, minute I got anything, shit would disappear," Clay said and quickly finished putting the rest of the groceries away. "We were little girls," Colleen said, clutching her sister's hand for strength. "We didn't know any other way to get you to pay us any attention." "The white king off my chess set is still missing," Clay said. "It's in my room," Collette admitted. "I'll go get it." When they sat down to eat, Colleen and Collette expected him to sit where he had sat before. Both were puzzled, and a little hurt when he sat at the opposite end of the table. "Whole milk?" Collette complained. Clay quickly grabbed her glass of milk, poured it down the drain, filled the glass with tap water and slammed it back in front of her, then quietly resumed eating. If Collette had not been starving, she would have hurled her food at him, hurled her drink at him. Colleen quietly, as unobtrusively as possible, slid her glass of milk to Collette and the two shared the cold liquid. "Thank you," Colleen said quietly. "Can I have more?" "Stove's right there," Clay said, took his empty plate and glass to the sink and quickly washed dish, glass, silverware and cutting board and knife Then he dried everything and put it all away. "Good night," he said and turned to leave. "No, Clay, wait!" Colleen cried out. "What?" he barked, frustrated. "No, Clay, please don't go," Colleen begged, close to tears. "I been praying and praying and you're finally here, you're finally home, please, please don't go." "What? Home? Home! I haven't had a fucking home for fifteen God damned years! And it's because of you two cunts and that whore of a mother of yours!" Clay screamed. "Please, please stop calling us that," Collette begged, joining them as they stood in the foyer of the house. "We're not that." "Prefer twats? Whores? Cum dumpsters? What?" Clay said bitterly. He opened the door. "And make sure you clean up after yourselves; Momma's not here to wipe your asses anymore," he snarled and slammed the door. Chapter 6 "He's here!" Colleen yelped that Friday as Clay's truck pulled into the driveway. "Yay," Collette said flatly as she stirred the spaghetti sauce and meatballs. Colleen wanted to reach out, put her arms around the handsome man, press her lips to his and feel his big arms around her. "Friday night; why aren't you out?" Clay asked as he came in. "No money," Colleen said. "Well, you know how to make money, don't you?" he sneered and brushed past her. "Stop it," Collette pleaded. "Please, stop it. We're not whores. I've, we've never even..." Clay laughed a bitter laugh as he tromped up the stairs. "With Candy for a mom? Like I believe that!" he snapped. Clay opened the door to the room his father and Candy had shared for fifteen years. The bed was unmade. He narrowed his eye at this; his bed had to be made and made perfectly each and every damned day. "Whoa, got a little chubby there, huh, Dad?" Clay asked as he looked at the size on a pair of slacks that lay on the closet floor. "What are you, you're not supposed to be in here," Collette shrilled, looking into the bedroom. "It's my house, bitch, my house," Clay snapped. "Guess what? Your name wasn't anywhere on anything. You're the one not supposed to be here." He looked at the chest of drawers and saw a wedding picture of Earl and Candy, Collette's high school graduation photograph, Colleen's graduation photograph, and then a photograph of Earl and Candy on a Mexican beach. There was no photograph of him. "And now? With your momma dead? You have nothing," Clay reminded her. He pulled open the top drawer and found his high school graduation photograph. His face softened slightly. He looked again and saw that Collette was no longer in the room with him. The next two drawers were of Candy's clothing. "Supper's ready; you eating?" Colleen whispered. "Yeah, yeah, smells good," Clay said and turned toward the door. Colleen stood there, looking at him. He stared at her for a moment. She let a small self-conscious smile play across her lips, then turned and scampered out of the bedroom. He went down the stairs and entered the living room. Clay saw that the three bottles of alcohol, the two liter bottle of ginger ale and the two liter bottle of Coke were still on the bar, unopened. He fixed himself a glass of ginger ale and poured approximately a jigger of the bourbon into the glass. The bin for the automatic ice maker only had a few chunks of ice in it. "It's broken; Momma was supposed to get it fixed, but..." Collette supplied. "I'll look at it later," Clay said. He dropped two ice chunks into his drink and took his seat. He did notice that both girls had slid themselves one seat over, putting them close to him. "I uh, I used your meat and a couple of cans of tomato paste and the last of your onion and bell pepper," Collette said. "But we already had the noodles and..." "She's been writing down everything we use," Colleen supplied. "It's your food; I bought it for you," Clay said. "You don't need to justify..." "Well you make me feel like I do!" Collette snapped. "I can't make you feel anything," Clay said, sipped his drink, then started eating. "So what you do?" Colleen asked after a few long moments of heavy silence. "What?" Clay asked, looking up. "What you do? Oh! Do you get paid disability from the Army?" Colleen repeated. "Disability? Army?" Clay asked. "For your..." Colleen said, reaching out with her hand to touch his eye patch. Before he could lash out, though, she pulled her hand back and again grabbed her fork. "Number one, I am a Marine, not Army," Clay spat. "And number two, I am not disabled, so why would anyone pay me disability?" "So what do you do?" Collette asked, sipping a glass of milk. "I work for St. Elizabeth's Distillery; we're getting ready to start distribution of Early's Sweet and Superior Whiskeys," Clay said. "Of course, I also monitor St. Elizabeth's Ales; those are already in a few of the local bars." "Momma said..." Collette started, then clammed up. Momma had said that Satan himself was dancing for joy when she heard that a distillery would be coming to Bender, Louisiana. Collette didn't think that Clay would much appreciate hearing their mother's views on St. Elizabeth's Distillery or St. Elizabeth's Brewery. "But what do you do?" Colleen asked and again reached out to touch him, touch his well-muscled bicep. She again pulled her hand back before he could react. "I'm the head chemist," Clay said. "Like I said, I monitor each step of the process." "The head..." Collette said, awed. "I, we knew you was smart but I didn't know you were that smart!" Clay ate rapidly, again cleaned up his dish, silverware and glass. "Now, when's the last time the filter was changed on this?" Clay asked, looking at the refrigerator. "I uh, filter?" Collette asked. "God damn, really?" Clay snapped. "You really expect to just get through life on your cute smile and blonde bush?" Clay found the owner's manual, found the part number, and called a distributor in Elgee, Louisiana. "Close in; I'm leaving now," Clay said into the telephone. "Yeah, I know it's Friday night and you're anxious to get out of there. If I'm a few minutes late, please wait on me, okay?" And with a slam of the door, he was gone. Collette let out her breath, then looked at Colleen in surprise. She had not realized she'd been holding her breath. "Think he could look at the toilet?" Colleen asked. "I told you; you use too much toilet paper," Collette said. "I don't! Really, I don't," Colleen protested. Moments after Clay returned, he had the tools out and was working on the refrigerator. He couldn't help but smile as both girls squealed in disgust when he showed them the old filter for the water line. "And I've been drinking that?" Collette screeched. "Clay, could you look at the toilet upstairs?" Colleen asked. "It keeps leaking; Collette says I use too much toilet paper but the one down here never leaks and..." "One thing at a time," Clay said. "Let me finish this first." He did finish and then lugged the toolbox upstairs. "Needs a new seal; I'll get one at the Home Depot," Clay said almost immediately. "And it's not because I use too much toilet paper?" Colleen challenged, glaring at Collette. "You probably do," Clay said. "Ha!" Collette barked. "Now, anything else?" Clay barked. "I don't want to drive all the way out to Elgee, get a seal and come back only to have you say 'oh, and can you look at...'" Both girls shook their heads no. "In the meantime," Clay said, turning off the water to the commode and loosening the bolts that held the commode down. "Please use the downstairs toilet, or the one in my Dad's room." "It's our Mom's room too," Collette snapped. "She's dead; ain't her room no more," Clay said and washed his hands in the small vanity. At the Home Depot, Clay took his time, even picked the brains of the sales associate and a few of the other customers in the plumbing section. "Two women? One toilet?" an elderly man said. "Get a snake; you won't believe how handy it'll come in." "Oh be quiet, Stanley," his wife snapped, slapping the man's shoulder. "Them feminine products, oh my God," Stanley said, shaking his head. "And three teenaged girls and all their friends? A wonder I ever got to use the toilet at all." "That's enough, Stanley," his wife warned. Clay patted the man's shoulder and did make sure to grab a relatively inexpensive snake. "It made ice," Colleen happily told him when he walked back into the house. "The toilet?" Clay asked. "No, the refrigerator," Colleen giggled. "Huh? Oh, oh good," Clay agreed. "Grab the mop and the bucket please. It took him longer than the associate at Home Depot had advised; his new friend Stanley had warned him of this. He did curse Candy Chopin under his breath a few times for having two girls that just stood in the doorway and watched. If Candy had at least had one boy, he could have a little help. "Again," he said as he squeezed out caulk around the commode's base. "Please use the downstairs toilet, or the one in the master bath for at least until Monday, okay?" Then he cleaned up, washed his hands, washed them a second time, then went downstairs. He fixed himself a second drink and looked up at them. He had an audience of two blonde beauties. He had to admit, they truly were beautiful girls. Candy had been very beautiful as well, at least on the outside. Both Collette and Colleen Candy's long light blonde hair, oval faces, ice blue eyes. On Candy, those eyes had been on the slightly small side, and had been hard. On Collette, they were large and round and on Colleen, they were large and shiny, almost luminescent. Candy's lips had been artificially plumped up but both Collette and Colleen's lips were full, light pink lips. Candy's teeth had been scrubbed a gleaming white. Both Collette and Colleen's teeth were white as well, but both girls had one incisor on the left that stuck out slightly. Clay was willing to bet that Candy had possessed that small imperfection as well but had altered it. Candy had stood at five feet, seven inches in her bare feet. Because she wore four to five inch heels everywhere, though, Candy looked taller. Collette stood at five feet, four inches in her yellowing white canvas sneakers. Colleen stood at five feet, two inches in her flip-flops. Clay knew that Candy's breasts had been size 40F; he'd snuck a look at the tag on one of her bras when he was a thirteen old hormone. Since then, he'd gotten much better at guessing chest sizes. Debbie Thompson had been proud of her size 34C chest and sweet, shy Allison had been a 42DD. Clay was willing to bet that Collette was a 36D and Colleen was probably a 34DD. Because of both girls being cheerleaders in high school, they had flat bellies and muscular legs. And both had tight little bottoms. He took his drink into the kitchen and dug out some ice. Then, taking a seat at the kitchen table, he began going through the stack of mail. "This all of it?" he asked as Collette and Colleen stood in the kitchen, unsure of what to do. "What you mean?" Colleen asked. "I mean, when's the last time you checked the mail?" Clay asked, sipping his drink. Colleen scampered out to check the mail and Clay fought down his annoyance. Yes, their mother had pampered them, spoiled them, had done very little to prepare them for the real world. But surely one or the other would at some point have the sense to go check the Pelican mailbox right there, in front of the house. "Holy cow we got a lot," Colleen said as she carried an armful of mail into the house. "And make sure that door's locked," Clay called out. "It wasn't locked last time." He looked up sharply when he discovered two envelopes from the University of Louisiana at DeGarde. "Semester's already started; you two missed the first three weeks, no, four weeks now, what the hell have you two been doing?" he asked. "We didn't have the money," Collette whispered, embarrassed. "Really?" Clay asked. "Really? Neither one of you ever heard of Pell Grants? Student Loans? Scholarships?" "But we didn't know where to go," Collette burst into tears. "Sign right there, says 'Student Financial Aid,' right there on Gilbert Hall; what the hell did you think that was there for?" Clay asked, exasperated at the two children he was looking at. "For the poor students," Colleen admitted, sniffling back her own tears. "Hey, Stupid, go look in a mirror," Clay yelled. "Guess what? You're the poor student!" A notice for service on their BMWs was also in the stack of new mail and Clay sighed in impatience. "Well, please tell me you two are at least keeping up with this," he demanded, draining his drink. "No gas," Colleen whispered, flinching against the explosion that was sure to come. "Un fucking believable," Clay sighed, taking out his cell phone. He entered the phone number on the notice, then entered the code. "Okay, you're confirmed for ten forty five and you're confirmed for eleven on the dot," he said and got to his feet. "But we..." Collette whimpered. "I'll get the fucking gas," Clay yelled, fixing another drink. "Just unbelievable," he said, sitting down again. "I couldn't have a driver's license; it would lead to sin and depravity. But you? You get beamers?" He continued to sort through the mail. "Don't you two have anything better to do than stand there and stare at me?" he finally snapped, sipping his drink. "And we can't use the toilet..." Coleen whispered. Again, there's one right down here, or there's another one upstairs," Clay snapped. It was late, and he was pretty buzzed by the time he'd thrown out what mail needed to be thrown out, paid what bills he could from his cell phone, and set aside what he'd look at later. He walked upstairs and entered his old room. Just looking at the worn out mattress made his back hurt, so he went into what had been his father and step-mother's bedroom. Since the left side, the side closest to the bathroom had a jar of cold cream and a few cheap rings sitting on the night stand, Clay assumed that was Candy's side. The sheets had obviously not been changed in a while so Clay found a clean set and quickly stripped the bed, then put the new sheets on then crawled into bed, on his father's side. Chapter 7 Clay had already gotten up, made his bed, done his morning exercises, gone to his apartment, showered, shaved and dressed, gone to the gas station, filled two cans with a gallon of premium unleaded, and poured the gas into Collette's and Colleen's cars and made a pot of coffee before either girl stirred. Colleen was the first. She came down, dressed in nearly translucent panties and extremely short camisole top that left a good portion of her belly exposed and fuzzy pink flip-flops . She opened the pantry and bent over to grab the box of Apple Jacks cereal, a maneuver that stretched her panties over her ripe butt. "Jesus, no wonder my dad had a heart attack," Clay said. Colleen screamed at the top of her lungs, startled that there was a man in their house. Collette came thundering down the stairs, baby doll top fluttering as she ran. "What? What is it?" she screamed as Colleen stood, hand over her heart, trying to catch her breath. "He, he..." Colleen gasped. "Guess I scared her," Clay said and Collette screamed. "Jesus! Do have to do that?" Clay complained. "What are you doing here?" Collette screamed. "It's my house!" Clay bellowed back. "Remember? It's my house! Now, both of you, go put some clothes on, huh?" Moments later, the girls returned, wearing fuzzy terry cloth robes over their sleepwear. Since the robes ended at mid-thigh, it was minimal coverage and when Collette bent over to get her box of Frosted Mini-Wheats cereal, Clay got an excellent view of her lace covered crotch. "I reactivated the gas cards so you should be able to go fill up," he said and finished his cup of coffee. "Oh thank you!" Colleen said and reached out, only to jerk her hands back. "Welcome," he said, cleaned coffee cup and coffee pot, then turned and went upstairs. A moment later, he was back down the stairs again. "Minute you're finished your breakfast, both of you need to go upstairs and clean your rooms, hear?" he snapped. "You looked in my room?" Collette screeched. "No, I looked in my room," Clay snapped back. "My room. My house, my room, hear?" "That's why Momma made us keep our doors closed; so she wouldn't have to see it," Colleen admitted. Clay looked at Colleen for a long moment and she let her small smile self-conscious play across her lips. He then went through the kitchen door into the garage. A moment later, he returned and marched up the stairs. "What the..." Collette said when they heard a rending sound. "There it is again," Colleen said when they heard the sound again a minute later. They finished their cereal, put the bowls and spoons into the dishwasher then went upstairs. "What the.. What did you do?" Collette screamed, seeing that the door to her room had been removed. "But Clay!" Colleen complained. "Hey, I had to live like that, remember?" Clay said from the master bedroom. "Now, when y'all are finished cleaning up your rooms, need y'all come look at some stuff." "Clay! I can't..." Collette complained. "Hey, five years. For five years, I had no door on my room," Clay spat. "I learned how to live like that; y'all can too." "But, how am I going to put clothes on?" Colleen asked. "Figure it out," Clay said. Colleen stood guard in the doorway of Collette's room while Collette hurriedly put clothes on, then Collette stood guard while Colleen got dressed. Then both girls began the laborious task of cleaning up their rooms. The rooms actually weren't dirty, just unkempt. "Okay, good God, took y'all long enough," Clay said when they entered the master bedroom. "Your mother's jewelry. Look through it and see what y'all want to keep. Or keep it all; I don't care." "What are you doing?" Collette asked. "Cleaning up," Clay said. "There's a consignment shop on Hermosa in Elgee that will take the clothes." Clay gathered his father's clothing into his arms, then went down the stairs. Collette and Colleen looked through their mother's gaudy costume jewelry, rejecting the cheap, clunky junk. "Oh, but this..." Collette said, finding a diamond necklace. "And this goes with that," Colleen observed, finding a matching bracelet. Earl had given Candy the neckless and bracelet on their tenth anniversary. Further into the box, they found the sapphire necklace and bracelet he'd given Candy for their fifth wedding anniversary. Candy had been making noise about a platinum set at David's Jewelry that would be perfect for a fifteenth wedding anniversary. Earl had actually considered giving her a set of divorce papers instead; the shine had long worn off the marriage. Fortunately for Candy's daughters, Earl had died before he could make a decision "Don't forget the earrings," Clay said from the doorway. "Now, look and see if there's any of her clothes you want; I'm going to grab the stuff out of my old closet." "We don't... Momma wouldn't let us pierce our ears," Collette admitted. "Just look, huh?" he barked. Again, most of Candy's earrings were junk, but there were also a few diamond and a few sapphire earrings and some gold ones as well. Clay had brought a garbage bag for the contents of his drawers and stopped, frowning, when he found three hardcore pornographic magazines in his underwear drawer. 'Shaved Blonde Sluts' 'Big Tit Anal' 'Lesbian Roommates' He found what Colleen had not, when she'd quickly glanced at the magazine on the top; some of the pages had been dog-eared. "Well no shit!" Clay laughed when he turned to the first dog eared page and saw his step-mother sucking on a black cock while a white cock pounded her hairless pussy. In the photograph, she looked a few years younger than when she entered their home. Clay also noticed that her breasts were slightly smaller too. 'Big Tit Anal' also had some dog-eared pages and in these pictures, Candy Simone, or 'Honey' as she was dubbed in the magazine had gotten her breasts enlarged. Clay winced as he saw the size of the cock Candy managed to take up her ass. The third magazine had Candy, a large breasted red head, and a large breasted Asian girl on the cover, smiling for the camera as both red head and Asian girl were pulling Candy's panties down. Clay put the magazines into the top drawer of the chest of drawers, smirking as the magazines covered the Bible from view. "Okay, what else?" Collette asked just as Clay closed the drawer. "Your room cleans?" Clay asked. "I go look in there, I'm not going to find all the shit just shoved into the closet, huh?" "No sir," Collette said. At ten fifteen, Clay reminded the girls that they had service appointments. They quickly brushed teeth, hair, then raced out. And, sure enough, when Clay opened Collette's closet, much stuff did spill out. The same thing happened in Colleen's room. His handy Philips screwdriver took care of their closet doors, which joined the two bedroom doors on top of the desk in his old bedroom. The consignment shop owner looked at the clothing and agreed to take it all, except for the undergarments or socks. Clay smiled and shrugged; there was a Salvation Army a few blocks away that would have no trouble accepting those items. He didn't imagine that there were a whole lot of women with 40F sized chests shopping at the Salvation Army, but it was still a possibility. The BMW Service Department called him as he was leaving the Salvation Army and he agreed to swing by and pay for the services. "Thank you, Mr. Simone," the service manager smiled. "What'd you call me?" Clay snapped. "Oh I uh, I'm sorry, Mr. Chopin," the man stammered, seeing the name on Clay's credit card. "It's Doctor," Clay snapped, sighed the charge slip and left. "It's Ass Hole," the service manager muttered under his breath. "Ha ha, very funny," Collette groused when Clay returned after eating lunch at his apartment. "What?" he asked, looking through that day's mail. "Where's my closet door?" Collette asked. "I asked you, point blank, if I was going to find a bunch of stuff just shoved in there," Clay reminded her as he put the mail down on the counter. "And you stood there and lied to me and told me 'No sir' right?" "Yes sir," Collette admitted, blushing. Clothing out of the way, cosmetics and lotions and perfumes thrown out, Clay began to look through the personal items in the drawers. He smirked when he found Candy's vibrator. He then lost the smirk and prayed he didn't find anything like that among his father's stuff. There was a fairly large jar of desensitizing lubricant in Candy's drawer, supposedly designed for anal penetration. Clay raised an eyebrow; the twenty ounce jar was nearly empty. "And how long does a jar of 'But Fuck Juice' last?" he asked aloud. "What?" Colleen asked as she stood in the doorway. "Here, take a look at this," Clay said, tossing the jar to her. The second drawer in Candy's nightstand had pictures, mostly of the girls, but there were a few of him and his eyebrows went up. "Ew!" Colleen gasped, dropping the offensive jar to the floor. "O.M.G! People really do that?" Clay chuckled and put the photographs back into Candy's drawer. "I don't, oh! Just thinking about..." Colleen continued while Clay opened his father's nightstand. Clay found an opened box of condoms, a pair of tweezers, nail clippers, some narcotics prescribed to his father, found a 2004 tassel and assumed it was his graduation tassel, still in the plastic bag. His father's Bible, he noticed, was well worn and he pulled it out and put it on top of the nightstand. A second later, he heard Collette screech, "O.M.G! Where'd you get that? Oh my God, that is so disgusting!" "Me things thou dost protest overmuch," he said to himself and continued to rifle through the drawers. Mostly papers, business related and Clay remembered, he needed to meet with Bonnie about his father's business. According to Bonnie, Jim Taylor had expressed a desire to buy the business. "Where'd you get this?" Collette demanded to know. "Mother's nightstand, top drawer," Clay said, finding some letters underneath everything else. He felt the sting of tears as he realized, they were letters from his mother to his father. Clay had never stopped to think just how deeply his mother's betrayal must have hurt his father. He placed the letters on top of his father's Bible. "This is so dis..." Collette continued. "Okay, Collette, you made your point, please stop," Clay said. He heard her place the jar on top of the nightstand. Collette looked at his muscular back, watched as he softly, tenderly touched some letters. She then heard him give a sniff and realized, she was watching a private moment and quietly left the room. A few hours later, he was placing some items on the bed out of the closet when he found a safe behind a few of the blankets and pillows shoved in the corner on the floor of the closet. "Clay?" Colleen asked quietly from the doorway of the bedroom. "Yeah? Jar's on the nightstand," Clay said as he struggled with the quite heavy safe. "The... EW! Clay!" Colleen screeched. "No, Collette wants to know if you're eating here, oh God, oh Clay, I can't believe..." "Tell her yeah," Clay said and tried to think what the digital combination for the safe might be. "Okay, is about thirty minutes, oh Clay, really," Colleen said, leaving the room. Clay tried his father's birthday with no luck. He then tried Candy's birthday and again nothing. His mother's birthday didn't work either. On a whim, he tried his own and again it was stuck. Then he remembered, his dad constantly forgot that his birthday was on the twenty first, always thinking it was on the twentieth. 'Click' Inside, Clay could see why the safe was so damned heavy. There were a few hundred gold coins and silver coins. Very quickly, he sorted then into two stacks, gold on one side and silver on the other. Then he counted them in fives, a counting trick he'd picked up as a child. One hundred and seven gold coins and two hundred and twelve silver coins. He had no idea what they were worth but he could guess, he probably would never have to work again if he didn't want to. "Clay?" he heard and looked up to see Colleen peering into the bedroom. "Dinner?" he asked and she nodded. He put the coins back into the safe, closed and locked it, then washed his hands vigorously in the master bathroom. He smiled an evil little smile and grabbed the jar of lubricant and walked into Colleen's room. He put the jar on her nightstand, then went downstairs, actually smiling a little. Collette had cooked the pork sausage, with plenty of onion and bell pepper, and cooked the last of the frozen peas. "It's good," Clay complimented her. "Where'd you learn to cook?" "Well, don't know if you remember or not, but Momma hated cooking," Collette said. "Yeah," Clay agreed. "So, I just kind of started doing it and she got me some cookbooks and I just went from there," Collette said. Clay finished eating, made himself a vodka and tonic and sat in the den. On the wall was a fairly new television. Clay wondered what his father had to do to convince Candy that they wouldn't burst into flames if there was a TV in the house. "Clay?" Colleen asked quietly as she stepped into the living room. "Yes?" he asked, wondering if Anita Lopez would let him develop a vodka. "It's uh, we, Collette and me? We like this show and..." Colleen stammered. "Really. Your mother let you watch TV," Clay said flatly. "I got my ass beat raw when she found out I watched 'Beavis and Butt Head' but she let her precious little angels watch TV." "Clay, I'm sorry," Collette said, voice rising. "All right? I'm sorry Momma was s mean to you, but that's not our fault." "No, no, it's not your fault," Clay spat, getting to his feet. "Didn't do much to stop it, though." He shut out her response by closing the door to his father's home office. Obviously, someone had already been in there; the drawers were a mess. If Clay had to guess, it was probably Candy, looking for some source of money. (His guess was a correct one.) Most of what he found would be more for Bonnie, or if he did sell to Jim Taylor, for Mr. Taylor to look through. But in the last drawer, which he had to use the key he found in the top drawer to unlock, he found several one hundred dollar bills neatly stacked. Again, using his method of counting, Clay quickly found one hundred and forty five thousand dollars in the desk. "One hundred and forty four thousand," Clay said, peeling ten one hundred dollar bills off the top stack and putting those into his wallet for a little walking around money. "One forty three," he said and peeled a second thousand off the stack, then securely locked the drawer and added the small key to his keychain. A quick search of the closet revealed, as smart as she thought she was, Candy wasn't very smart. His father had stock certificates inside a fire-proof safe, key in the lock. She could have very readily converted these certificates to cash. Had she slowed down her frantic search, Candy could have found the key, found that the key opened the bottom drawer, and been able to maintain a decent life for herself and her two immature brats. He entered the living room, Candy's sanctuary. She often held Bible studies in this room. Many of the women from her stuck-up, pretentious church came in here and drank coffee from the silver serving set and the silver carafe. Clay paused to admire Candy's personal Bible, with its mother of pearl cover, as well as the rosewood stand it rested upon. The side table that held the solid silver serving set had many more silver implements in its drawers. Clay shook his head as he could hear the television set blaring. Those two girls were on the verge of starvation and there had been a few thousand dollars' worth of silverware just a few feet away. "That show about over?" he asked, stepping out of the living room. "Huh? Oh, oh yeah, the one we was watching earlier?" Collette said. "Yeah, that ended about twenty minutes ago. "Okay, come see," Clay said as he poured another drink. They sat at the dinner table, both girls looking worried. Clay counted out ten one hundred dollar bills and put them in front of Collette. "That's for grocery shopping and whatever other bills come in," he said. "Now, you don't need to run out and spend it all in one day. Try to budget it, all right?" "And what I need to do?" Collette whispered, frightened to touch the money. "I'll do it," Colleen blurted out. "Don't make her; I'll do it." "No, Colleen," Collette cried out. "Both of you, shut up," Clay said and took a sip of his drink. "What? Think I'm going to make you fuck me for money?" "Well, yeah," Collette whispered, close to tears. "I mean, you keep saying we're like our..." Colleen had also assumed the same thing, had actually hoped Clay was going to make them fuck him for money. "Good God," Clay sighed. "Like I would risk catching..." HE drained his drink and stood up. "There. There's some money. Take it, don't take it, I don't care," he said and left the room. A few moments later, Colleen and Collette heard an odd sound coming from upstairs. Cautiously creeping up the stairs, they saw that Clay had pulled the door of the attic down and had unfolded the wooden steps. They'd lived there for nearly fifteen years, but neither girl had ever been up in the attic. Collette had been in Mr. Earl's office twice; Colleen had never been in that room. And they had both been in the living room to participate in the Bible studies. Looking up, they could see a single bulb burning and they could hear dragging sounds. Inside the attic, Clay found several footlockers. Thankfully, none were locked. One, he realized, was full of his childhood memorabilia and he smiled as he looked at his bronzed baby shoes, his first tooth, and other artifacts. The dim lighting in the attic was not conducive for a thorough search, though. Collette and Colleen scampered back down the stairs when they heard Clay coming close to the attic door. "Useless," Clay muttered to himself; they could at least have helped him lower the trunks. One trunk, he realized, held his mother's things. He wasn't sure how hard it would hurt to look through that one and decided to save it for last. Finally, the seven trunks were neatly stacked against the wall in his father's bedroom. Even though he had no clean clothes at the house, Clay showered quickly, using his step-mother's floral shampoo and greasy feeling soap. "Ew! Clay!" he heard Colleen screech and had to chuckle, knowing she'd found the jar of anal lubricant. "Clay! Really!" Collette's voice followed suit. THE END of Part 1. \\Author's Note: I write these stories for my pleasure; I post them here for your enjoyment. Thank you for reading my stories.
Hotel with You Pt. 02	5,922	4.71	1,823,685	[ "couples", "roamance", "hotel", "shower", "romantic" ]	I awake in the king size hotel bed to hear you in the shower. I stretch my naked body under the sheets and rise from the bed, the sheet draped around and behind me like I am a classic Greek statue. I hazily walk to the bathroom doorway and stand against the doorway; admiring the smells of your shampoo and body soap. Perfectly content just to be in the same small space as you for a while longer. I hear the hot water droplets run down the shower walls as they wash away last nights encounter and prepare your beautiful body for another adventure. I leave the steamy room before you have noticed me to start some coffee. Because no perfect day can be perfect without coffee. I return to my doorway perch and continue to watch and listen to the entertaining show you provide. I hear you smell the air, taking in the delicious aroma of black coffee and watch your head lean back, while the water pounds your chest. "Good morning Love." I hear you say. "Hi Darling" I reply with a small giggle. Somehow, it's like I can feel your smile through the steam and fabric curtain. "Would you like to..." you pause, as you hear the curtain pull back and the mild shock of cold air from opening the curtain stops your words. You are the most amazing thing I have ever seen. Art in motion. I glance at your face, head tilted back out of the stream of water, jet black hair dripping small water droplets down your back. Your face is calm, and eyes shut like you are praying and a smirk that says that the prayer was answered. I follow your body down, that soft hairy chest, those muscular thighs, even your feet can turn me on. My eyes head upwards, noticing your manly excitement, and back up to your smirk. "Hi," I say as I begin to step into the shower behind you. The hot water doesn't phase me next to the electric tingle you emanate. You turn around to face me, and I lean in for a kiss. Good days always should start with a kiss, at the very least. My lips hit yours and send electric shocks to every inch of my body. You must have felt it too as I hear you mumble, "Fuck..." into my ear. I nod in agreement and can only reply with a Mm hmm. My nipples graze your chest, hard, tingling, absolutely electric. Like every chest hair has turned into an electric whip. I pull myself up onto my toes, my hands slick and easily sliding up your arms to your neck. Our mouths connect again and your tongue parts my lips. Our tongues circle each other, your lips so hot and delicious. Your arms are around me, pulling me hard onto your body. The water from the shower pales in comparison to how hard and wet your very existence makes me. More. I must have more; all of you. I feel your hardness press up against me, begging to be let in. You groan, and in a whirl of motion, your hands find my ass. Such a shockingly male and firm grip. You lift me up to you like I am a feather. My ass rests on a ledge on the shower wall, my back against the smooth edge. Your mouth leaves mine to find my neck, tongue tasting the salty water running down from my neck between my breast valley. I feel you throb with pleasure and need. My hands wrap around to your back and I feel all the tension in your shoulder muscles. I press my nails in and scratch down your sides. I can help you release that tension Darling. Please let me. We can face the tension together and alone. I place one hand on your left shoulder, and your teeth on my right ear. I feel your breath in my ear. Your hot tongue slides down my neck, while I use my left hand to slide down your chest to your erection. I wrap my fingers around you and hear you inhale; not sharp or fast but taking in air like it is your first or last breath of life. With my right hand on your member, I thank god for the hot water that lets me glide your penis around my pubic skin, guiding your tip around in a small triangle. I kiss your shoulder and sweetly scrape my teeth on your flesh. Everything is so hard and wet and tasty, I know what comes next. I stop rubbing your penis against skin and guide you into me. You enter me smoothly, like a shark guiding through the ocean in search of blood. Our foreheads press against each other. Heads together, but there is no thinking needed for this part. Zero thoughts required for our bodies to begin this beautiful thrusting dance. You move both of your hands down to my hips, effectively pinning us together. My trembling thighs wrap around you, never wanting to let you go. Your mouth finds mine again and our tongues begin their electric circling dance. Our bodies throb and thrust to a steady rhythm. Slowing heading towards climax. No need to rush the inevitable. My head spins with all the steam, electricity and love. Time moves slowly with us. The world spins slower for us. Now showers will be our new thing. Our passions rise, I start to feel the quake coming and know that you will be sure to follow. I watch your face to see that smile, body rocking and getting closer to the edge. We are so close, so hot. So ready. I clench my body deep down inside and hear you groan. We lock eyes; you and those soul-diving eyes. We climax together. It is such a pure simple release of energy. Heaven. We let it levitate us to a higher plain. Oh, all those sweet kisses that follow, your hands finding mine and gripping hard. Your everything given into my everything. This is perfection. We finish with kisses and it all leaves me wondering what comes next. I believe travel excites you, meeting new people and seeing new things. I love to drive and ride. So a car ride to a new place should be fun. And if we should find a quiet spot somewhere along the way, that would be perfect!
Don't Look Back Ch. 37	4,979	4.83	1,225,929	[ "m/m romance", "taboo fiction", "m/m erotic romance", "incest", "rural", "father/son", "m/m" ]	Hard and swift. Just the way Marshall wanted and needed their lovemaking to be. He lost himself in Lee, in the short hard strokes with which he pounded him into sweet oblivion. Lee held Marshall's legs in a firm grip, so Marshall took other matters into his own hands. He stroked his cock until he reached the precipice and then pushed himself over, crying Lee's name as he came. Lee continued to push inside him until he too reached the point of no return and filled Marshall with his hot seed. Afterward, spent, they wound their arms around one another and cuddled as they caught their breath. "Happy anniversary, Lee," Marshall murmured, basking in the contented glow that stretched from one end of his body to the other. "Back atcha," Lee replied. He lowered his head to tenderly nuzzle at Marshall's neck. "Never forget," he said softly, "I want to spend forever with you, and only you..." "Me too," Marshall affirmed. He breathed a long sigh of relief and relaxed into Lee's love. \* \* \* \* Three weeks after their anniversary, it was time for Thanksgiving. This was a holiday they always spent with Roy, who joined them at their home for the occasion. Everyone had his part to play in preparing the meal. Lee roasted the turkey in the smoker, Marshall was responsible for side dishes and keeping the kitchen clean, while Roy's job was to provide dessert. Usually he brought a traditional pumpkin pie and whatever else tickled his fancy at the grocery store. And of course there would be plenty of beer. And football. Texas A&M was playing LSU that night, and they wouldn't miss that game for the world. A light drizzle fell late morning, but Marshall knew a little bit of water wouldn't keep Lee from smoking the turkey. The smoker was under the overhang at the back of the house, well out of harm's way. Despite the drizzle, the temperatures were pleasant, especially for November. Marshall couldn't help but remember the deep snow that had often blanketed Fargo, and how much he'd hated it as a kid. Of course, that had a lot to do with the life he'd led with his mother. Marshall hadn't been able to stop worrying since he'd found out about the You Tube video of him and Lee, despite his best efforts not to think about it. He watched Lee for any sign that something was wrong, but Lee didn't show any evidence he was concerned about anything. Neither did Roy, come to think of it. Roy knew all about them, and obviously knew the circumstances of Marshall's kidnapping, since he'd been the one to help rescue him. He'd be the one Lee would turn to if there were any trouble. Marshall knew Roy was looking into things for them, but so far he didn't seem to have found anything. "Hey, want another beer?" Marshall was so lost in thought he hadn't heard Lee enter the living room until he was at his elbow. Marshall glanced at the bottle in his hand. It was empty. "Yeah, sure, why don't I get one?" He took a step toward the kitchen, but Lee stopped him, sliding his arms about Marshall's waist. "What's wrong? You look like you're out in the ozone somewhere. And I don't think it's football you're thinking about, either. Or turkey." Lee looked deeply into Marshall's eyes, as if searching for answers there. "When did you know you were gay?" Marshall blurted out. Lee's eyebrows arched. "Well, I'm not sure I am gay, if you want to be technical. People might say I'm bi more than gay." "You mean because you married a woman and had a child?" "Yeah, that has something to do with it, sure." Lee nodded. "With me, it's not about body parts, or who fits where. It's people, if that makes sense." "Yeah, I guess that makes sense," Marshall said slowly. "I was just wondering... I mean..." But he couldn't get the words out; they stuck in his throat. He wasn't even sure he really wanted to know. He was treading in dangerous waters here, subjects generally not discussed between them. But they were burning a hole in his brain right now. "Ask me anything," Lee encouraged him. "Anything at all." He raised one hand and gently stroked Marshall's cheek. "Did you ever love her?" Marshall's voice came from far away. He dropped his eyes, half afraid of what he might see. Lee didn't answer right away, and Marshall tensed in his grip, until he heard Lee take a deep breath and clear his throat. He looked up. "I'd like to say yes, but I think that would be a lie. I don't think I loved her any more than she loved me. We just ended up together because... well, because it was a small town, we were both there, and we thought it was a good idea at the time. And it worked for a little while." "Did you get married because of me?" "We got married because it seemed the thing to do. I didn't exactly have a choice. Her old man had a shotgun, and he knew how to use it. But don't ever think I didn't want you, 'cause I did. And I wanted to make us work as a family, I really did. I tried. Damn hard. But she wasn't exactly the domestic type." Lee shrugged. Marshall knew that only too well, didn't he? She'd never been a real mother to him, and in all of his memories of her, she seemed more annoyed with him than anything. Like she didn't know what to do with him, and didn't want to find out. Most of the time, she just wasn't there. And that's the way he liked it. He realized that he wanted it to stay that way. "What if she finds us?" he fretted. "What if she comes here?" "We'll deal with it." Lee kissed him.
Fran's Escape	138,587	4.63	1,414,402	[ "mother/son", "incest romance", "exhibitionism", "oral sex", "massage", "romance", "family", "love", "creampie", "exhibitionist" ]	\===== THURSDAY ===== The hot August sun bore down on me like God's wrath. No idea if it was global warming, or something else, but this summer was hotter than any I've experienced before. Well, maybe not as hot as the one in '98 when our A/C had broken down for an entire week, but that was circumstantial. It was four in the afternoon, and I had already been off work for two hours, so I had plenty of time to lounge around the pool, and work on my tan. Over the last couple of days, my skin had turned a nice shade of brown that even supermodels could be jealous of. Although that was about the extent of their potential envy. All in all, it was a perfectly ordinary, if hot, summer day. I wore a simple, yellow, two piece bikini. A plain old bikini for plain old Fran. It couldn't get any more modest than that, and not even the deacon would have cause to complain. Indeed, everything was perfectly normal. Nothing unusual whatsoever. Certainly nothing immoral. "Ty!" I called, just loud enough for someone listening through the open window on the second floor to hear. Leonard, my husband, was off at work, doing only God knows what—or who. My firstborn was the only one in the house, home from college for the tail end of summer break. "What's up, Ma?" he said, poking his head through the sliding door, less than a minute later. "Could you, maybe, help me put on lotion?" I swallowed, and felt my heart racing. Just the slightest glimmer of excitement washed through me. "Sure." My boy was never a man of many words, but when he spoke, he spoke with certainty. I flipped over, lying on my stomach. He approached, and grabbed the sunblock from the nearby table. I couldn't see him anymore, but heard the snap of the bottle. Then, a cool glob of cream landed on my back, followed by Ty's hand. His touch was electrifying, and I nearly gasped at the contact. After years of working as a mechanic, my husband's fingers were rough and calloused, but Ty's were incredibly soft and smooth. The flat of his hands pressed down on my shoulders, working the lotion into my skin. Only a couple of weeks earlier, his hands had been terribly clumsy, but now they were confident. He moved on to my neck, then down to my shoulder blades. I can't tell you how amazing it felt to be caressed by another's touch after years of neglect. It was good enough to forget who it was that was doing it. The sun was warm on my skin, but paled in comparison to the fire of his contact. His hands slid to my sides, and the tips of his fingers lightly grazed the side of my tits. Accidental or not, my nipples hardened. "Oh lord, that feels so good," I whispered. Spurned on by my encouragement, he worked his deft hands lower, down my spine, stopping just above my pelvis. He skipped past my butt, since it was covered by my bikini bottom, making me wish I had worn a thong instead. Another splash of cream hit me, this time on my calf. He worked the lotion in quickly, with long and firm passes over my ankles, and the backs of my knees. He moved on to my feet, holding each foot with two hands, and using his thumbs to massage the balls and heels. I couldn't help but sigh in pleasure at the little ritual the two of us had developed. Then came the part I had been anticipating the most. He dispensed more lotion, directly on my upper thighs. Slowly and carefully, he worked his way from my knee to halfway up the thigh. The closer he got to my pussy, the harder it was to lie still. The teasing made me want to turn around, rip his pants off, and ride his stiff cock, hard and fast. Juices started flowing, and I hoped it wasn't too obvious. I started squirming around—just a little bit. I just couldn't stand it anymore. Then he stopped, mere inches from my vagina, and resumed his work on the other leg. The whole process repeated itself once more, and drove me half insane. Hands circled around my thigh, and slid higher. Closer, closer, closer... until suddenly the edge of his finger made contact with my outer labia. Excitement coursed through my veins, as his finger moved up and down my lips, separated only by cloth mere fractions of an inch thick. I heard him breathing hard. His finger kept moving up and down, lubricated by my fluids. He pressed in, his finger encompassed by my lips, but held back by the bikini. I knew that everything about it was wrong, but until now, nothing had happened. Yesterday, he'd stopped just short of actually reaching my special place. Truth be told, I hadn't expected him to actually go for it. It had been like a little game between the two of us over the last couple of weeks. Every day, he'd dared just a little more. An inch further up my thigh a week. "Honey, I'm home!" Leonard's voice rang through the living room, and out the open patio door, followed by the sound of the front door slamming shut. My eyes shot wide open. Ty jumped up, and fled inside, quick as jackrabbit. "I'm out here," I yelled back, voice trembling, heart thumping. My panties were soaked, though that was fortunately covered up by the floral pattern. "There you are!" His voice was cheerful, but at that moment it sounded to me like a rake being scraped across my brain. Why couldn't he have stayed late at work, like usual? "Everything ok, sugar?" "Everything's peachy." "Oh, you look a little flushed, is all. Looks like you've been sweating, too. You sure you're not coming down with anything?" "No, I feel fine. It's just the heat," I lied. I felt far more than fine. Like a supercharged sexual battery, ready to pop at any moment. "Sure has been hot recently, huh? Better come in, anyway. I got something to show you." I sighed. The moment had passed, anyway. I hadn't felt that good in years, and then poof, in comes my husband, and it's gone. Might as well have been a euphemism for my life. God, how I wished things were different. Guilt, and shame washed over me, and I felt like I might be a little sick after all. All I wanted was for the fire to be back, like when we had been younger. I was so desperate, I almost let my son... no, nothing had happened. It was just a light touch. Barely more than grazing. It might as well not have happened. Leonard stood in the doorway, and grabbed me by the shoulders. "Here, let me look at you." The rough, calloused grip on my shoulders was almost unbearable, a stark contrast to just seconds earlier. I wanted to break free of it, and run away. When I took a step forward, he released me. Just after I stepped over the threshold, I felt his hands on my shoulders again, and he drew me in to place a kiss on my neck. Under regular circumstances that might have been erotic—by Leonard's standards it was exceedingly so—but I started to actually feel nauseous. "Excu—urgh," I rushed down the hallway to the toilet, dropped on my knees, and retched. After flushing the contents of my stomach down, I felt better. Maybe I really was getting sick. What if Leonard hadn't announced himself, and walked in on us? Stupid, stupid Fran. "Told you," gloated Leonard from the doorway. "What did you want to show me?" I asked, even though I didn't particularly care for hearing another word out of that smartass mouth just then. "Take a look at this." He handed me a pamphlet. The cover showed a large, fancy building, with the logo "The Trout Lake Deluxe" right above it. "What's this?" "That, dear, is the Trout Lake Deluxe," he parroted the pamphlet. "One of the finest hotels in this great state, situated right on the shores of the beautiful Trout Lake." Sure enough, as I folded the pamphlet open, I read the first sentence. He'd quoted it nearly word for word. "Looks swanky," I commented. The ad described it as a "Four-Star Experience" with "tastefully furnished rooms," and "fully equipped facilities," including a sauna, pool, gym, bar, and even their own silver screen. "Would you like to go?" The question surprised me. "Sure, I've got some vacation days saved up, when did you think about going?" "Now." "Now?" "Yeah, from now until Sunday." I didn't have an inkling what to reply. It wasn't like him to be this spontaneous. Oh sure, back before we had Ty and Lisa, he'd send me flowers out of the blue, and we had the occasional quickie in a restaurant bathroom, but all that was a long time ago. I had to admit, I was pleasantly surprised. It did remind me of the old days, before our children were born. Maybe after all these years, this was Leonard's way of saying he wanted to give it another shot. I knew I had to take that chance, before something happened I couldn't undo. "Sure, why the heck not?" I surprised myself by saying. The experience with Ty was driven clean out of my mind, burned away by the spark of hope for marital satisfaction. "Just let me call Mary. Gotta make sure I can take tomorrow off." I picked up my cell from the kitchen counter, and called my cousin. "Hey Mary, it's Fran. Listen, is it ok if I take the day off tomorrow?" "What's the matter, you ok?" "Yeah, Lenny's taking me on a romantic getaway." "Ooooh, a romantic getaway, huh? Well, God knows you deserve one of those. Where's he taking you?" "Some fancy hotel up north, by a lake." "Sounds nice. I wish Dave were spontaneous like that. You're such a lucky woman, Fran!" We chatted a bit more, mostly about the two meetings I had scheduled the next day. Then I relayed the go-ahead to Leonard, put on some clothes, and started packing. A few bikinis, nice clothes for the restaurant, toiletries, sandals, heels, light reading... it's amazing how quickly suitcases manage to fill up. Almost as an afterthought, I threw in some sexy lingerie. There was just enough room left for one of my best, battery powered friends over the last few years, stashed away in my nightstand. Just in case. After packing, I knocked on Ty's door. "Come in," he yelled. "Ty, I know this is short notice, but Dad's taking me on a trip. I'll leave the pamphlet on the kitchen counter. Phone's on it, if you need anything, and can't reach our cells. There's plenty of food in the fridge, but if you're hungry you can always ord—" "I got it, Ma. I'm not a little kid anymore," he interrupted, disappointment written plainly all over his face. "You're right, I'm sorry. I know you can take care of yourself. We'll come back on Sunday. Watch the house, will you?" "Sure." "Thanks!" I lugged the case downstairs by myself, and Leonard already had his duffel bag ready. God knows what he put in that old thing. It had been his Dad's, and he never let anybody but himself handle it. I knew better than to ask him if he'd packed everything he needed, especially if he was in an apparently great mood. Starting an argument about underwear might have ruined it again. We loaded the truck, and off we went. I vowed to myself that I'd be on my best behavior. Leonard was my husband, and had been for many years. And nothing had happened with Ty. He was just applying lotion, nothing more. The way a good son does. If he accidentally bumped into me with his hand, it couldn't be helped. Little accidents like that happen, it was certainly nothing to worry about. What was important was finally breaking out of my marital rut. Five hours later, Leonard pulled into the parking lot of the Trout Lake Deluxe. It looked just as grand as advertised, to my great surprise. There wasn't any photography trickery, or at least none that I could detect. The sun had already set, and the building glowed brightly in a dazzling display of lights. We got our things out of the back of the truck, and entered the lobby. "Hello, and welcome to the Trout Lake Deluxe. My name's Tanya, how may I be of service today?" The beautiful, young woman with dark skin behind the counter smiled a four star welcome. "Evans. We just arrived, and want to check in," said Leonard, and Tanya tapped away at the keyboard. I looked around the entrance hall. It was magnificent. Big and spacious, with marble columns, and a polished tile floor. It might have been the fanciest building I've ever set foot in. "Evans. Reservation for a luxury suite, with view of the lake." "Yup, that's us," he confirmed. "I'll need to verify your confirmation code, Sir." Leonard pulled out his cell, and tapped around a bit. He held out the screen showing a barcode. Tanya picked up a scanner sitting on the desk, and scanned it. "Very good, Sir." She slid two little plastic cards over the counter at us. "If you'd like to check out any of our services, you'll find plenty of information in your room, but there will always be someone available around the clock at the front desk. Enjoy your stay at the Trout Lake Deluxe." We headed up the elevators to the sixth—and highest—floor. Our room was 601, conveniently the very first door on the right, stepping off the elevator. I slid my card through the slit, and was immediately floored by the lavish decorations. Until then, I'd never seen a hotel room with multiple rooms before. The living room had a fireplace, sofas, and portable bar. An enormous TV was mounted on the wall, and to the side there even was a kitchenette. Who the heck was paying for all of it? Together, Lenny and I made pretty good money, but not four-star-hotel-with-kitchenette money. Maybe he had won it in a sweepstakes, or something. Today of all days, I wasn't about to ask any prying questions. "Oh Lenny, this is wonderful." I turned around, and kissed him, full and deep. "I don't know about you, but I'm pretty hungry. How about we head to town to grab something to eat?" "Sounds good, just let me get changed." I dragged my things into the bathroom, and after admiring the gold plated faucets and clawfoot tub, I dug out the sexy lingerie. It was like all of a sudden, the years had disappeared, and I felt like a young woman again. Giddily, I took off my bra, and put on the thin, black, see-through teddy with matching thong. Looking at myself in the mirror, I felt sexy as hell. Over that, I wore a lapis cocktail dress. After putting on some quick makeup, I rejoined Leonard, who let out a loud whistle. "You look amazing, Fran." I beamed like a million suns, and we headed out, walking arm in arm. The adjacent town wasn't that big, but it had a few decent restaurants, according to the hotel's map. Although in the end, we pulled up at a steakhouse—Leonard's choice. I would have preferred something more romantic, but it was his treat after all. When I entered, heels clicking on the stone floor, I felt every man's eyes in the room turn towards me. I strode with confidence, revelling in the attention. Leonard ordered a porterhouse and beer, and I got vegetarian cabbage rolls, with roasted potatoes and wine. Throughout the meal, Leonard was his old, charming self. It really did feel like the past two decades had evaporated. Maybe this getaway was exactly what we needed to rekindle our relationship. The food was pretty good, too—for a steak house, at least. Leonard and I talked about our previous trips, and compared the hotel. Both of us agreed it was far more lavish than anywhere we've stayed at before. "I missed this," I told him, halfway through the meal. "It's nice." "Yeah, sure is." When we got back to the hotel, instead of going in the lobby, I dragged Leonard off towards a path, with a sign beside it, reading "Beach." It turned out to be a nice one, too. All sand, no rocks. I took off my heels, and walked barefoot in the warm summer night. Leonard wrapped his arm around my shoulder, and I slipped mine around his waist. It was magical. We walked quietly for a while, occasionally encountering other couples who were taking advantage of the fantastic weather. Acting on instinct, I kissed him, and he responded. I felt a touch of the old passion in his lips, and wondered what the rest of the night had in store for us. I wanted to find out. "This was a great idea, Lenny," I admitted. "This place is really wonderful." "Listen, since we're already out here and everything, I was thinking, that, well, uh...I heard, from people," he stammered, "that there's a big trout fishing tournament going on here, starting tomorrow." The air left my lungs, and I felt blindsided, like someone had punched me in the stomach. Of course. That must have been the real reason for the impromptu trip. I should have figured this was too good to be true. So much for spontaneity. "And you just so happened to bring your fishing gear?" I asked sarcastically. "Yeah, lucky, isn't it?" he answered, oblivious. I felt like throwing up again. "Sure, Lenny. Sounds great." "Thanks, you're the best," he said, and planted a quick peck on my lips. "Let's get back to the room." We walked back in silence, no longer embraced. I took deep breaths, and tried to remain calm. It always amazes me just how quickly things can turn from wonderful to shit in just a few moments. I hadn't expected it at all, either. Of course, I had been so focused on my own problems, I didn't stop to wonder about his motives. Back in the room, I headed straight to the bedroom. All I wanted at that moment was to go sleep, and get this crazy day of ups and downs behind me. The bedroom had another wall mounted TV, and one giant, California-king sized bed. I took off my dress, revealing the sexy lingerie I had already forgotten about. "Oh wow, is that for me?" Leonard observed. His gaze slid up and down my body, happy as a clam. "Yeah," I said, numbly. It had been true at one point, at least. "Sweet!" He closed the distance, and pressed his lips against mine, pawing with one hand at my tits. Leonard picked me up, squeezed my butt with both hands, and laid me gently down on the bed. With the excitement of a little kid unwrapping christmas presents, he pulled down my thong. The last time we had sex had been Valentine's day, and it would be pretty nice to do it again, I supposed. Sometimes you just take what you can get, even if the circumstances aren't ideal. He hurriedly stripped off his own clothes, while I took off my teddy. His cock was hard as a rock. He knelt between my legs, placed the head at my entrance, and pushed in. I closed my eyes, and imagined a hot stud was fucking me, but unbidden, all I could picture was Ty. Leonard thrusted faster, and started grunting in rhythm. In my mind's eye, Ty's sexy body was pressing down on me. Leonard's cock twitched, and with one final grunt, he shot his load. Just as I started to get into my own fantasy. Afterwards, he rolled off, and after a minute I heard faint snoring. I laid there for a bit, with his cum leaking out of me, frozen in misery, and ashamed of my own thoughts. I rose, and went to the bathroom to clean up. With absolutely no desire whatsoever to return to the bedroom, I dragged a sofa section to the large, floor length window, turned off all the lights, and opened the curtains. The decorative lighting of the hotel was bright in the night, illuminating the hotel's outdoor cafe, where a few people sat around tables. Just a bit further than that, I could make out the beach, where a happy couple sat beside each other in the sand. If any of those people were to look up right now, they could have seen me up there, in my ivory tower. Standing in front of the world, naked as the day I was born. Miserable. Neglected. Old. I laid down on the sofa, the leather cool on my skin, and watched the waves silently crash into the sand. Tears followed. I let them flow freely onto the cushion. One by one, the cafe emptied. The hotel's lights dimmed down. Eventually, even the couple on the beach disappeared, leaving behind the empty night. Leaving me all alone. \===== FRIDAY ===== I woke up to sunlight glaring in my face. It took me a few moments to remember where I was, but when I did, I got up, yawned, and stretched in front of the open window, not caring one bit who might see me. I looked out at the new day, and the sunlight warmed my skin. A new day, a new dawn. A new Fran. I was determined to make something better out of this day, starting by going to the bathroom, and cleaning off the makeup that had smeared all over my face. Leonard still slept, although he did find his way under the blankets at some point. For all I could care, he might as well sleep for the rest of his life. I put on a bikini, and pulled some shorts and a t-shirt over it. In the lobby, a different—and in my opinion much less prettier—girl occupied the front desk. "Good morning, ma'am. My name is Tanya, how may I be of service to you today?" "Is every girl here named Tanya?" I couldn't help myself. "No, ma'am," she answered, confused. "Nevermind. Could you point me towards breakfast?" "The buffet isn't open for another ten minutes, ma'am, but you're welcome to sit down already and enjoy some coffee or tea in the meantime. It's right over there." She pointed at a large set of open doors. As soon as I sat down, a young man appeared at my side. "Can I get you anything to drink, ma'am." "Some coffee, please. Half coffee, half milk." "Right away." I watched a slow but steady stream of people trickle in. The server brought me my coffee, and once the buffet opened, I ate some toast with jam. Sitting down here—in broad daylight—with dozens of people surrounding me, the world felt much different. None of that doom and gloom from last night. When I got back to the room, Leonard stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. "Morning, sugar. Wanna get some breakfast?" He sounded cheery, completely unaware of my own feelings. "I already ate." "Oh, you must have woken up early." "Sure did," I replied. Two points to Sherlock Evans. "Well, I'm starving. Do you want to come to the fishing tournament and watch, or something? Starts in two hours." "No thanks, I'm good here." He didn't look particularly disappointed upon hearing that. He changed into some clothes, and headed out. I was alone again, with nothing to do at all. Right then, I preferred the solitude to having Leonard around. I grabbed a printed map of the local area from the stack of pamphlets, and set out. Some nice, fresh air would do me good. Trout Lake turned out to be pretty big in the daylight. I could just make out the other side, but no details. I followed the trail that led along its shore. The hotel had its own boat dock, and a few boats—small yachts, really—were already out on the lake. Despite how early in the day it was, I encountered a number of joggers along the path. For the next couple of hours, I just kept walking, without a real goal in mind. I just wanted to get away from it all, and enjoy the solitude. Maybe if I walked long enough, all my worries would disappear behind me, and I'd be free. I sure had plenty of time to think about how I got myself in my current predicament. I suppose it all started many, many years ago, when I was still a sophomore in highschool. I fell in love with Leonard, the new transfer student, the moment I saw him. He was tall, athletic, and handsome. I joined the cheerleading squad, just to be closer to him, and I was determined to get his attention. Aided by the rest of the cheerleading squad, word got around that I was interested in him, and he asked me out on a date. After only three dates, I invited him to my home to meet my folks, who, as fortune would have it, took a liking to him. Things heated up quickly, and by the end of the year I lost my virginity to him. He graduated, and started working in his old man's auto shop. We kept seeing each other, and for a long time everything was simply perfect. Our first real surprise came a month after my eighteenth birthday. I was two weeks late, and, on a hunch, took a pregnancy test. One of the cheap ones, from the corner store. The lady gave me a nasty glare, but she sold it to me anyway. Leonard always pulled out, and finished on my stomach—which I now know doesn't always work—so those two stripes were a real shock for the both of us. But my folks liked him well enough, and his folks were overjoyed, so we decided to go through with it. Leonard asked for my hand in holy matrimony three days later, after he squared it away with my old man. That was just how things were done around these parts. A month passed, and we had a beautiful wedding. Not the one I always pictured, but I couldn't complain. I became Mrs. Francine Evans, and all my friends at school were real jealous. I had to quit the cheerleading squad, though, once I got too fat to jump around. I think that was my only regret. Halfway through my senior year, God blessed me with my beautiful baby boy Tyler. His eyes were brown, just like his father's. After the birth, I dropped out of highschool. Dad didn't like that one bit, but Ma convinced him to support my choice, for which I'm incredibly grateful. Leonard had worked his way a few rungs up the ladder, and was making enough for the three of us. I moved in with him and his folks, and it was bliss. A year and a half later, I got pregnant again. Planned, that time. Leonard was thrilled at the news, and I pictured myself living the american dream. A beautiful husband, a healthy boy, and I was secretly hoping the next would be a girl. All that was missing was the white picket fence. And a dog. You always had to have a dog. I was three months into the pregnancy, when Leonard's folks died in a car crash on the way home from work. Leonard was devastated, and rightly so. His folks had been nothing but kind to the both of us, and I'd miss them dearly, but we pulled through together. He inherited his old man's business, and the house. My secret wish came true, and I gave birth to a healthy girl. We called her Lisa, in honor of his late mother. We decided that two was enough, and I went on the pill. It was just as well, since Ty and Lisa kept me busy from sunrise til sunset. Time flew by quickly. There was always one thing or another to do. We got comfortable in our routine, and things were smooth until four years later, when I got pregnant again. I guess I must have forgotten to take a pill, or it was a freak accident, or maybe even His divine will. No matter what went wrong, we were determined to do the right thing. Neither of us ever brought up the A-word. I'd like to tell you everything turned out alright, and I lived happily ever after, but life isn't always kind. There were "complications" during the birth, as the doctors liked to call it, and the child never tooks its first breath on this green earth. I was devastated, and Leonard took to the bottle. They say most marriages don't survive the death of a child, but somehow we pulled through. For Ty's and Lisa's sake, more than our own. Ever since then, Leonard's been hesitant to make love to me. I thought at first it was the loss that was eating away at him, but after our lovemaking got scarcer, and I got grew more frustrated, I confronted him head on. I suffered some tearing during the disastrous delivery, and even though over time it healed up nicely, Leonard claimed he was turned off. The words he used were "disgusted by my sex." Now, that's just about the worst thing a woman can hear, and I cried endlessly for weeks. I blamed myself, I blamed the child, but I was still in love with Leonard, and somehow never blamed him. Ty and Lisa grew up, and I poured all my affection on them. Ty, to my great delight, was a momma's boy, and he loved hanging out with me. Lisa took after Leonard, but we were still close as mother and daughter can be. They passed through elementary and middle school with flying colors. I took the kids to the zoo, the circus, the museums, the pictures, you name it, and was proud of myself taking them to see the sights, unlike some of the other moms I knew. Ty was always a pleasure, but Lisa and I struggled occasionally. Especially in her teenage years. At sixteen, Lisa interned at Leonard's auto shop, and most days it was just Ty and me, though he spent most of that time on the computer. We gave him more or less free reign in that aspect. Leonard and I still occasionally did "it," but mostly for special occasions, like birthdays and Valentine's. We'd lost the fire that used to burn between the two us, and I always dreamed about getting it back, but it never happened. We just went our own way, mostly, and hardly saw each other for days at a time. Almost like living with a roommate instead of a husband. He spent most of his free time fishing, or going out drinking with "the guys." That was always his go-to excuse, whenever he didn't want to do something. Fishing. Sometimes he didn't even go anywhere. It was just his way of saying "no, Fran, I don't want to spend time with you." Divorce never came up, and (speaking mainly for myself) we never even considered it. That's just how things were done around here, and my folks would never have forgiven me for it. To be honest, at times I felt like I was trapped in our marriage. I knew the bars were there, but I couldn't quite see them, and couldn't even begin to imagine how to unlock them. When I wasn't busy with housework, I read a lot. My favorite books were the ones where a daring, brave, young heroine escaped her miserable situation to go on a grand adventure. They made me feel good, like there was still hope for me, that one day I, too, could be free. I first found out that Ty was interested in me—more than a son is supposed to—during one of the hottest summers on record. Not nearly as hot as the one we had now, but still plenty. I had grown accustomed to baking under the afternoon sun topless, and never thought twice about it. I definitely wasn't one of those free spirited hippie types, but we were family, and my Ma had raised me to believe that family meant closeness, without secrets or shame. That, and the fence on our backyard was pretty dang tall. On a particularly scorching day, I dozed off, and woke up to the sound of a shutter going off. I whirled around, and Ty was standing there, cellphone in hand—the one we'd given him for his eighteenth birthday—caught like a deer in headlights, a big bulge between his legs. "Ty, what the fuck?" I'm not usually the swearing type, but I was irate. Without so much as a peep, he bolted into the house, and up the stairs. I stomped after him, and in retrospect, I should have put on a top, but my head had been clouded by rage. I threw open the door, and Ty was just standing there, frozen. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets at the sight of my tits dangling freely. "Explain yourself," I rounded on him. "Ma, I—" "Were you taking pictures of me?" "No! I wasn't, I swear!" His entire face flushed red as a strawberry, and his hands failed to cover up the tent in his pants. "Hand over the phone. Now," I commanded, and he reluctantly handed it over. I scrolled through the pictures. The first one was me, topless by the pool. There was no mistaking his intention, he'd zoomed in really far, and I couldn't believe how detailed the shot of my tits was. I thumbed through the other pictures in the album, and almost fainted. There were dozens of snaps, most of them of me sunbathing. Others showed me bent over, while I was cleaning, or napping on the couch. Some were as old as a year. "I can explain," he said meekly. "Ty, what you're doing is wrong, I'm your mother." "But—" "No buts! Just you wait until your father hears about this." I stormed out, and left Ty standing there, mouth hanging open. After Leonard came home that night, I showed him the phone—and the pictures. He was furious, and to make a long story short, we had the biggest family shouting match in the history of the Evans family. Ty lost his phone privileges, and, to nobody's surprise, was grounded for the rest of senior year. He stayed in his room a lot, and only came out to eat, and go to school. As they tend to do, things eventually returned to normal. Ty could look at me again without going red, and Leonard eventually returned the phone. Minus the pics, of course. Only Lisa kept taunting him about being a momma's boy, though as far as I'm aware, never took the matter outside of our home. That's just not what family does. I thought things were over by the time we shipped Ty off to college, and it sure seemed that way. We didn't have the money for a good school, so he went to the state college in the nearby city. He was the first in our family to go, and we were massively proud of him. At first he'd stop by frequently on the weekends, saying he misses us, but he settled in soon enough. Of course, he came back home on the holidays, and during the long breaks. Lisa started working full time at the auto shop after graduation, and never showed an inkling of wanting to do anything else. She met a guy at work, a young mechanic who seemed pleasant enough, and they moved in together. That was fine by me, though now the house was dreadfully empty most of the time. My marital love life had never recovered, and I spent many a day cooped up at home, frustrated—and insanely horny—and only myself to fuck. I grew sick and tired of my miserable life. When I stood at the altar, and said "I do" to Leonard so many years ago, I never could have imagined things would turn out this way. Of course, nobody tells you about all the things that can go wrong—not that I would have listened. What I regretted the most was never finishing high school, and so, grabbing the bull by the horns, I went back and got my GED. It wasn't much, but it helped me land a job at my cousin Mary's real estate firm. She took a real chance with me, and I'm forever indebted to her. It was around that time I noticed the signs, the ones that every wife knows, deep down inside of her. Leonard came home later every day, and fed me stories about big orders coming in, or sudden fishing trips. I asked Lisa, but she never knew of any such things, and didn't even know her dad was staying late. Some days, when he came home late, he went straight into the shower, as if he didn't want me to smell anything incriminating on him. I had no real evidence though, just hunches, and feelings. After one of our rare love making sessions, lying naked in bed, I asked him straight up. "Lenny, I may be wrong here, and I pray to God I am, but lately I've been having the crazy idea that you're seeing another woman." He snorted—actually snorted! "That's nonsense, Fran. Who told you that? Did Cindy tell you that?" Cindy was my best friend in the whole world, the only person from high school I still kept in touch with. It was true that she never liked Leonard much, and always told me he was cheating on me, but only after I told her about all my suspicions in the first place. "No, nobody said anything. So you're not?" "Of course not. You've got nothing to worry about, babe." Despite his assurances, I couldn't shake my feelings. I saw the way he looked, just for a brief moment, after I confronted him. Like a boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. I knew, then. I just knew. One time, Cindy encouraged me to cheat on him, sort of as payback, and I couldn't think of a good reason to say no. We got raging drunk at a cheap dive, and she picked out a random guy for me. He was kinda hot, and I was craving to get properly laid again, so under the influence, it seemed like a good idea. He took me to a seedy motel, not far from the bar. We kissed, and I was in the process of taking off my clothes, when I was hit by an enormous wave of shame. I was terribly afraid that if I pulled down my panties, he'd have the same look of disgust on his face that I'd seen on Leonard. With tears streaming down my face, I bailed out of there, unable to go through with it. All the years with Leonard had left me feeling thoroughly ashamed of my body. I never tried again, until the thing with Ty developed. A few weeks ago, Ty was on summer break, and Leonard was at the shop. I was, just like yesterday, lying by the pool, sizzling under the hot afternoon sun. I felt like I had deserved it, after a hard day of open houses. I hadn't been outside topless since I had caught Tyler doing his thing. I had asked him to bring me an ice cold pop out of the fridge, and as he stood on the patio, can in hand, I was reminded of that very day. Then, I had been horrified, but I considered it in a different light. He'd been taking pictures of my breasts, and seemed to enjoy looking at my body. The same body I felt so disgusted by, and thought—after years of disdain from Leonard—nobody could think of as sexy. "Ty," I asked, "remember that day I caught you doing you-know-what?" "Uh," he stammered, "I suppose so." "Why'd you do it?" He thought about for a minute or so, then said, "'cause I thought you were hot." "Were? But not anymore?" He hesitated. "No, still." "Even though I'm your mother?" "Yeah, Ma. You're the sexiest woman I know." I was struck speechless! Not even in my wildest dreams could I have imagined to hear those words actually coming out of his mouth. To hear him speak so plainly made me feel good, in a way no mother should feel about her child. I felt so thoroughly unwanted and broken all these years, the sudden affection was like a lifeline. I clung to it, even though I knew I wasn't supposed to. When I didn't say for a long time, he handed me the coke, and disappeared back in the house. Leonard came home, and we ate dinner. The three of us together. Tyler kept furtively glancing, first at me, then at his dad, but he came to the conclusion I hadn't told Leonard anything about what he said earlier, and relaxed. I dreamed that night of a young, faceless stud ravishing me, and woke up drenched in sweat, my loins aching with desire. My head was reeling from the dream, as well the exchange with my son. I was conflicted. I loved Ty, of course, as much as a mother can love a son, but that was one thing. Getting wet, lying in bed next to my husband, was quite another. Quietly, I slipped a finger into myself, and brought myself to a nice, warm orgasm. Afterwards, I felt guilty as all hell, but I couldn't shake the thought of my sweet boy, looking at me with the kind of desire I hadn't seen in another man's eyes in years. I was desperately longing for a man's affection. Any man's, really, I supposed. Which, one thing after another, led to me walking along the path next to Trout Lake, alone. All that walking (and daydreaming), made me hungry, and I stopped for lunch at a small diner. According to the map, I had made it about a quarter of the way around the lake. After a pretty good meal, I decided to keep going. I had nothing better to do, and the last thing I wanted was to return to the Trout Lake Deluxe—and my husband. The shade of trees protected me from the worst of the hot sun, but I stopped several times to re-apply sunblock. By the afternoon, my muscles started complaining, and my feet started to hurt. The map showed a small town on the opposite side of the lake to the hotel. It turned out to be less a town, and more of a long street with a bunch of buildings. The sun had already dropped below the horizon, when I set foot in it. "What's the best way to get to the Trout Lake Deluxe from here?" I asked the first person I met, a man in his late sixties, who was all skin and bones. "Just head back towards the highway, and take the next exit." "No, I'm here on foot," I clarified. "On foot? Are you lost? The Deluxe is twenty miles away, at least. How did you end up here?" "It's a long story." "Hmmm, I suppose the best way to get back would be to take the ferry over the lake. There's one every six hours, starting at eight, but you missed the last one for the day." I smiled to myself. It all felt kind of like a grand adventure. Stuck out in the middle of nowhere, miles away from home, trying to fend for myself. I thanked the man, and found a restaurant that was open. Well, calling it a restaurant might be giving it too much credit. They served freshly caught, local seafood, and I wondered what Leonard was doing. Maybe I was eating some of the fish he'd caught. There weren't any messages or missed calls on my phone, so he couldn't have been too concerned. After eating, I tried looking for a place to sleep, but I got distracted by the waterfront. The sand was still incredibly hot from the day, and the night air was warm. Far in the distance, I saw the bright lights of the hotel Trout Lake Deluxe. With binoculars, I might have been able to make out the details of it. I might have been able to see the top floor, and spotted a naked woman, lying on a sofa, wishing she could be out here on the beach with me. I laid back for just a few minutes, and watched the stars in the night sky, far brighter than the ones in the city. \===== SATURDAY ===== "Miss, you ok?" The gruff voice woke me up. I opened my eyes, and morning had arrived. "Ye, mm'ok," I mumbled, and stretched my arms and legs, sore from yesterday. "What'cha doin' out here?" The man wore long rubber boots, and overalls. I pegged him for a fisherman. "I just fell asleep last night, didn't mean to, honestly," I replied frankly. "Do you know when the ferry to the hotel leaves?" "In about ten minutes, better hurry if ya want to catch it." "Thanks." I got up, checked my purse to see if anything was missing, patted some of the sand out of my clothes, and made my way over to the dock. The ferry was already waiting there, a small thing that could hold maybe eight to ten people. I bought a ticket, and sat down on one side. My phone's battery was dead, so I just leaned back, closed my eyes, and enjoyed the ride. I was on vacation, after all. Other than me and the captain, there were two other passengers, both men. During the trip, I overheard them talking about the fishing competition. Out of curiosity, I asked them if it actually was as big as Leonard had implied. "Yeah, it's a real big thing," one of them answered, "People have to sign up for it months in advance to compete." Hah! Spontaneous my ass. I wondered if I would ever find out the real reason why he'd invited me along. After arriving back at the hotel, I went straight into the breakfast hall, at the height of breakfast rush. With a full tummy, I returned to room 601, and checked in on my husband. Leonard was still asleep. I plugged in my phone, and showered, washing sand out of seemingly every nook and cranny. When I got out of the bathroom, Leonard was finally awake. "Morning, babe. You eat already?" Not a word about the fact that I hadn't been there all night. "Yes," I replied tersely. Had he even noticed? "Ah well, more for me," he chuckled at his own joke, and, to be perfectly honest, I just wanted to slap him. "I might stay out late again tonight, to celebrate." "Ok." I was beyond caring at that point. While he was in the shower, I put on a clean bikini and some fresh clothes, and went down to the lobby. It was my last full day here, so I thought I might as well get some use out of it. I booked a massage session for the afternoon. I decided to pamper myself a bit more, and get a pedicure. It felt good to lie there, while they worked on my sore feet. Feeling refreshed, I grabbed sun tan lotion, a book, and my cell from the room, then went down to the pool, dropping my stuff, and a hotel towel, on a poolside beach bench. The water looked really inviting. I stripped down to my bikini, and swam a few laps. When I had started swimming, there wasn't much going on, but the later it got, the more people showed up. I climbed out of the pool, towelled myself off, and laid down on the bench. The sun wasn't that hot yet, so I didn't bother to lotion up, and instead started reading my book. More people, mostly casually dressed, middle aged men, started gathering around the adjacent fire pit. According to the signage, the hotel had a barbecue cookout planned. With the sun high in the sky, I thought it best to put on sunscreen. I squeezed a dollop onto my hand, and started lotioning up my arms and face. Then I started on my chest, and was reminded of the Thursday, two days ago, when Ty had massaged my back side. Had it really only been two days? It felt like so much longer. Imagining Ty's hands were doing the work, I slowly worked in the lotion on my upper body, and then moved down to my legs. I remembered exactly what it had felt like, when Ty teased me. The way his touch burned on my skin. And then, when his hand moved up between my legs, and his finger rubbed up and down my—oh lord, this was not the time and place. I was already pretty excited down there. I picked up the book, hoping I could distract myself with it. It didn't work out too well. As soon as I got a few words in, my eyes kept slipping off the paper, and my mind was drawn back to Ty, running his finger along my pussy. I looked around, but nobody seemed to be paying attention to me at all. Most people were milling around the fireplace. The others seemed to be napping, or swimming. I pulled my feet up, shielding me from view, and slipped one hand under my bikini bottom. The instant my hand rubbed over my clit, and along my lips, excitement rippled through my body. I checked again, making sure that nobody was looking, and worked one, then two, inside, slipping them in and out of my surprisingly wet pussy, imagining they were Ty's. My heart started beating faster, and I increased the pace, rubbing the clit with my palm. The beginnings of an orgasm formed, deep within me. I nurtured that feeling, built it up with careful strokes, and teased it with delicate caresses. A hand tapped on my shoulder, and I nearly jumped out of my skin, dropping the book, and pulled my hand out of my bikini bottom. The ebony hand belonged to Tanya, the girl behind the counter from our first night. "Excuse me, ma'am, but you can't do that here." "What?" My heart was pounding loud in my chest. "What you were doing. Ma'am, would you please come with me?" I got up, and gathered my things. When I looked around the area, my heart skipped a beat. Dozens of people were looking at me. Some nodded approvingly, some were staring with mouths open. Blood rushed to my head, and I must have looked like a strawberry as I followed Tanya back into the building. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you," she started, sounding just as embarrassed herself, "but we got a complaint." "No, no, I'm sorry," I added hastily. "I really am. I forgot where I was, and—" "It's ok, ma'am. You don't have to explain yourself to me, but please exercise some caution." "I will. And thank you. And again, I'm sorry!" She left me standing in the lobby, and disappeared into a staff room. I rushed to my room, taking the stairs instead of the elevator. I was still so damn horny, and didn't think I could bear standing there, waiting for the elevator, while my whole body was on fire. I reached the sixth floor in record speed, and was barely out of breath. I ripped the keycard through the reader, and crashed into the room. I tossed my things on the floor, rushed over to my suitcase, and dug out my not-so-little friend. I couldn't explain what got into me. The way all those guys had stared me fingering myself, watched approvingly, without the look of disgust I was used to from my own husband, felt damn good. The couch still stood in front of the window. I jumped on it, and tore off my bikini. I spread my legs wide, placed both feet on the smooth window pane, and inserted the vibe. Far below me, I saw people sitting in the cafe, but I didn't give a damn who could see me then. Let the whole world watch me fuck myself, if they could. The vibe buzzed loudly, and I pushed it in further, until the extension made contact with my clit, and I ascended to a whole new world of pleasure. I moaned loudly, not bothering to keep the noise down. Seconds later, I came, hard and fast, like being hit by a truck made out of joy. Afterwards, I laid there, out of breath, my wordless screams still ringing in my ears. Satisfied. I didn't know if it was thinking about Ty, or thinking about all those people watching, or just the combination, but I hadn't felt that fired up in decades. The rest of the day passed quicker than I expected. I ate lunch in the hotel's restaurant. The smell of the barbecue was strong in the lobby, and I was tempted, but Tanya was watching me, and I didn't have the stomach to go near the pool again. After lunch, I went to my massage appointment. The woman's hands were amazing, and loosened a lot of knots I didn't even know I had. It didn't even come close to eliciting any sort of fiery passion out of my body, though. I stayed in my room—and actually read my book—for the rest of the afternoon. When the sun started to set, I made my way to the restaurant bar. It was fairly full, but there was an empty stool at the end. I ordered a rum and coke, and sipped at it. Next to me sat a man who appeared to be in late forties. He was fairly good looking, actually, dressed in business casual. "My name's Chris," he introduced himself. I couldn't place his accent, but if I had to guess, it'd be somewhere from the north. "Fran. Pleased to meet ya." "What brings you here this night?" "I'm here on a getaway with my husband. You?" "Business. Flew in from New York last night, actually." "Ooh, a fancy city man. Don't get a lot of those around here," I chuckled. "I take it you're from these parts, then?" "Yeah, born and raised." "If you don't mind me asking... I don't see your husband anywhere." "Neither do I," I replied, and smiled at him. To hell with Leonard. I ordered another rum and coke, but Chris intercepted. "Let me get that." "Thank you kindly. A real gentleman." "Anything, for someone as pretty as you. So, how are you enjoying Trout Lake so far?" "Oh, to be honest, that's a long story I'd rather not get into." "Your husband?" "Yes... and no," I replied, truthfully. I'm not a heavy drinker, and started to get a little tipsy. "I think it should be a crime to neglect someone like you." "What about you? No one waiting for you back home?" In response, he raised his hands, waving his fingers around. No ring. "So, Mr. Business Man, you just chat up married women at bars every night?" "Actually, I don't. Tonight's an exception." I wasn't drunk enough to believe that lie. "Oh yeah? Why's that?" "Well..." he hesitated for a moment, and I waited patiently. "I saw you earlier today. I was at the barbecue." "Oh!" I squeaked. "Please don't be upset." "I'm not upset, I'm just... surprised a little." I emptied my glass. "I think I'm gonna need more alcohol for this," I said, and a nervous giggle slipped out. Chris followed suit, and ordered another around. "Why'd you do it, with all those people around?" Even tipsy, I had better judgement than to tell him I was thinking about the time my own son was about to finger me. "I don't remember. I didn't think anybody would notice me, but then it felt so good, I kinda lost track of where I was. I was so embarrassed." "We all thought you were doing it for attention." "Did people... uh, enjoy it?" I wasn't sure why I asked. Maybe it was the alcohol loosening my inhibitions. "Oh yeah." "Did you?" "Very much. It's why I wanted to talk to you, actually." I was flattered, and actually talking about the incident got my engine revving. Plus, Chris was pretty good looking, and he kept looking better with every drink. I looked around the bar. Apart from the bartender, everyone seemed to be minding their own business. "Did you get a hardon?" "Uh, yeah. I guess so." I grabbed his hand, and guided it to my waistline. It was warm to the touch, and his touch was soft. With another careful look around the room (the bartender was on the other end), I slipped his hand down the front of my pants, under my panties. His fingers probed, and found my wet pussy. He inserted a finger, and I was disappointed. Chris leaned forward for a kiss. His breath stank of alcohol as he planted his lips on mine. He inserted two more fingers. "Wait. Stop," I said, and pushed him away. "What's wrong?" "I'm sorry, this was a mistake." I downed the rest of my drink, and walked out of the bar, leaving Chris behind, looking perplexed. In the elevator, I considered what had just happened. I loved the idea of someone feeling me up in the middle of the crowded bar, but when Chris had actually put his hand on me, the magic just kind of disappeared. I didn't want just a random stranger to do it. I wanted someone I loved. I wanted Ty. Actually admitting it to myself was strange. Up until now, imagining Ty was more of a fantasy. It was someone, who appreciated my body, actually taking interest, no matter who it was. But here I was, with a perfectly acceptable stranger to fill that position, and I didn't want it. Could I actually do it? Truly do it? I knew Ty had said he was interested, but it never felt real to me. Not even when his fingers had touched my pussy. It was more like a kid wanting a toy he couldn't have. But here I was, and I knew I wanted to at least see where things would lead. Immediately, it felt like a heavy weight had lifted from my shoulders, replaced by butterflies in my stomach. The elevator dinged, and I stepped out into a new world. A world where I knew what I wanted. Back in the room, I sat down on the window couch, and pulled out my cell. I was excited, buzzing with energy. I want to do something. Anything. I texted "will b home tmrw c u then love mom" to Ty, and then waited impatiently for an answer, but none came. I put down the phone in frustration. The door opened, and Leonard stumbled in. "Oh hey, pumpkin," he slurred, swaying back and forth. "Me 'n the guys... had a few—a few drinks, yes." "Just a few?" "Yeah! In celeb—cele—uh, in honor. Of the fish! Yes... the fish." He struggled taking off his boots, and nearly toppled over. I rushed over to help him, and pulled off his boots, while he leaned against the wall. His breath reeked of alcohol. His clothes stank of cigarettes, and just a hint of perfume. "Thanks, babe." He grabbed my hands, and pulled me towards the bedroom. "What are you doing?" I protested. "I wanna fuck, peach. You were so good... last night." "I wasn't even here last night." He sat down on the bed, still holding me by the wrist, a look of confusion on his face. "Wha? No, you... wore that long—the longe—the sexy stuff, ya know?" "That was two days ago." "Whatever, come on, babe. Ride my cock." He leaned back, and fell on the bed, nearly pulling me down on top of him. Before I had a chance to consider anything, his grip released, and I heard snoring. I left the room, and closed the door behind me. I showered, mostly to get his stink off of me, and by the time I finished, my own debauchery had taken its toll on me, and I fell asleep quickly on the couch. \===== SUNDAY ===== The sun's warm rays woke me up again. It was definitely a nice way to a wake up. Under other circumstances I would have enjoyed lying there, but I was eager to get going, so I went in the bedroom, and shook Leonard awake. "What?" he whined. "Wake up, Lenny." "Already?" He got up anyway, still stinking of cigarettes and booze. "And take a dang shower." A quick shower later, we both headed down to the breakfast buffet one last time. Checkout was at noon, but since there wasn't much to do in, we decided to check out early. I packed my things, and hauled the suitcase to the truck, while Leonard took care of the checkout process. With every passing mile, I got more and more excited. I couldn't wait to get home. Where Ty was. I could barely contain myself, even Leonard noticed. "What's up, dear?" "Oh nothing, I'm just excited, that's all." "Excited to be back home?" "Yeah." He just shook his head, and kept driving. We pulled into the driveway early in the afternoon, and Ty's car wasn't there. "Ty, we're back!" I yelled anyway, stepping through the door, but received no response. I figured he must be out somewhere. Leonard plopped down in front of the couch, and started watching TV. Hungry from the long drive, I heated up some leftovers that really needed to go. I tried reading my book, but I was far too wired, and couldn't concentrate. I kept trying to listen for the sound of Ty's car pulling up. Ty didn't come back until late that night. I rushed down the stairs, and hugged him when he walked through the door. "Hey, Ty. It's good to see you again!" He was taller than me by about a head, and I could just about reach my arms around him. "Jeez, Ma, you've only been gone for like two days." His hand patted me on the back a few times. "I know." I let him go, reluctantly. It had felt good to embrace him. To feel his firm body pressed against me. "'sup, Tyler," Leonard yelled from the couch. "Welcome back, Dad." Leonard just grunted, eyes glued to the screen. "I'll be in my room," he said to me, and went up the stairs. I wanted to call him back, and tell him to stay, but I couldn't come up with a good excuse. Especially not with Leonard in the house. I sighed. \===== MONDAY ===== Work was torturously slow. The entire morning all I could think about was Ty, and I had to read the same application form three or four times. Around two o'clock I left, and rushed home. Ty's car was in the driveway, and Leonard was still at the auto shop. I dashed up the stairs, and was just about to knock on Ty's door, when I hesitated. I couldn't just tell him I wanted him, could I? A plan formed in my head, and I changed into a bikini. I got the coconut scented suntan lotion out of the drawer, and headed out into the backyard. The afternoon sun was hot, and perfect. "Ty!" I yelled, repeating the scenario from just a few days ago, and waited, listening to his footsteps come down the stairs. "Yeah, Ma?" he asked, standing in the open door. He wore knee length shorts, and a plain white t-shirt. "I was wondering if you could help me with my lotion again." My heart started beating faster, and it was hard to sit still. "Of course." I offered him the bottle of lotion, and he grabbed it. Then I laid down on my stomach, and Ty sat down beside me. He squeezed a glob on my shoulders, and went to work. Immediately, my body reacted to his touch, getting my juices flowing. His pace was quicker this time, but not hurried. When he got to my bikini strap, I reached back, and untied the bow. The bikini fell down limply, and Ty used the opportunity to run his hands along the sides of my chest, fingers exploring the newly exposed sideboob. The smell of coconut was thick in the air. Ty moved on to my lower back, and then skipped over my butt again, to work on my lower legs. I could sense that he, too, was getting impatient, because he barely rubbed in the cream before moving on to my thighs. There, he took his time again, massaging firmly, moving slowly up my leg. Just like last time, his hands were fractions of an inch away from my vulva. I yearned for him to start running his finger along my slit, but it didn't come. My toes were curled up tight, waiting for that touch. "Ma?" he asked, hesitantly. "Yeah?" "Can I ask you something?" He sounded serious. I flipped around. The bikini top fell limply to the side, but I didn't care too much at this point. His eyes opened wide at the sight of my tits, and he swallowed. "Well, what did you want to ask?" I thoroughly enjoyed the way he stared at my body, so full of hunger. "What are we doing?" "What do you mean?" "This. You know how I feel about you. I thought that last week, maybe... but then Dad came home, and you just left." "So you still feel the same way about me?" "Yeah, you're the sexiest woman I've ever seen." "How's this for an answer?" I sat up, grabbed his shirt, pulled him towards me, and planted my lips squarely on his mouth. Oh god, it was incredible. His lips responded eagerly. Skillfully. I lost myself in the moment, accepting his probing tongue, heart beating wildly in my chest. Breathless, I leaned back on the pool bench. Ty's blue eyes looked at me intensely. "Holy shit, Ma. You don't know how long I've been dreaming about this." "What did you dream about?" "I dreamed you were lying out here, naked. And then I'd come over, and start kissing you on the neck, and then—" "Why don't you show instead of tell?" I suggested. "Sure, I'd start like this..." He leaned forward, and placed a kiss on my neck. His lips were soft on my skin. "Mmm, that is nice." He placed a kiss on my collarbone, then placed a trail of kisses all the way to my tits. "I still can't believe this is real." "Oh, Ty... don't stop, keep going." He placed his mouth around my rock hard nipple, and gently suckled on it, ran his tongue over and around it, squeezed it between his lips. Then he moved over to the other side, and repeated his teasing. I just couldn't take it anymore, and tried to slip one of my hands under my bikini bottom, but before I was able to, Ty caught my wrist, and held it firmly. "No, Ma. That didn't happen in my fantasy." "Please!" I begged, laughing, trying to wriggle free of his grasp. He grabbed my other wrist, and pinned them down. More kisses followed, starting on my ribs, trailing down over my stomach down to my belly button. His lips were tickling me with each kiss, and I squirmed around, biting my lip to keep from laughing. FInally his grip released me, and he hooked a finger into each side of the fabric. I raised my butt, and he pulled my bikini bottom down, and off my feet. "Wow..." he said, and stared with an open mouth. I didn't shave, but I kept myself well trimmed. Encouraged by his fascination, I spread my knees, showing off my goods. "What do you think?" "You're gorgeous, Ma." He sprang into action, and laid down between my legs. He placed one final kiss directly on my wet pussy. I hadn't even noticed I had been holding my breath, and let out a sigh of relief. All the years of concern, the years of Leonard looking at me in disgust, evaporated with every swish of Ty's tongue. I couldn't help but moan, as his tongue slid along my slit. "Oh lord, Ty, that feels so good, keep going, baby. Keep going, keep going." I was so insanely horny, it didn't take long for Ty to send me into a mindblowing orgasm. My whole body felt like it was on fire. Powerful waves of pleasure resonated through my body, from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. Back in reality, I sat up, and pulled Ty in for a deep and long kiss. I could taste myself on his lips. "Was that like in your dreams, then?" "Better, Ma. Much better." His erection was clearly visible in his shorts, and I wanted to repay the favor. "Your turn, baby." I gripped his shorts, and pulled down. His cock sprang free, and I was immediately entranced. It was a good seven inches long, and had a nice thickness to it. It was definitely bigger than Leonard's. Hanging below the beautiful rod was a nice set of balls, shaved clean. "You shave?" "Uh, yeah. Why, is it bad?" I ran a finger along his smooth skin, and over his balls. "No, not at all. I just didn't expect it... I kind of like it." I knelt down on the patio, then wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, and savored the feel and taste of it. "Mmmm..." Back in the old days, Leonard had loved getting his dick sucked, and I liked to believe I was pretty good at it, although maybe a bit rusty. I gorged myself on Ty's cock, taking in as much as I could without gagging. "Holy shit, Ma, that feels good." Spurned on by this enthusiasm, I worked his cock faster, and used a hand to jerk him off at the same time. "I'm...about...to cum..." he panted. I could tell, from the way his cock was twitching. I kept going, wanting to get a taste of him. His cock pulsated, and shot spurt after spurt of cum in my mouth. It hit the back of my throat, and I could taste the salty goodness. I only did that once for Leonard, and hated his taste, but Ty's wasn't too bad. I kept sucking, until every last drop was gone. He had his eyes shut tight, his face distorted in a grimace of pleasure. I sat down beside him, and rested my head on his shoulder. "I still can't believe this is real," said Ty, looking contemplative. "Why not?" I asked, but I knew exactly what he was talking about. For weeks, he teased me, slowly working up the courage, and now it had all happened so suddenly. He had eaten my pussy, and I had given him a blowjob. Holy shit, I realized. I had actually give my own son a blow job, and could still taste his semen in my mouth. So that's what forbidden fruit tasted like. "It's all so... sudden. I've wanted this for about ten years, now." "Really? All that time?" "Yeah. And now it's already over." "You think it's over?" "Uh, I didn't mean it like that. I just never really considered what comes after." "Well, I think I know what's going to come next." I reached down, and gripped his semi hard cock. After a few quick tugs it came back to life. I stood up, pushed him down on the bench, and straddled his stomach. Using both my hands, I pushed up his shirt, revealing his slightly hairy chest. His cock was poking my butt, so I reached back there, and positioned it at the entrance to my pussy. While sharing another long, deep kiss with Ty, I pushed back, and his cock parted my lips. It was an incredible experience to feel his hard cock enter me, after so many years of tepid lovemaking. Even better that it was with someone I loved. Ty ran his hands all over my back, and I pressed my body closer to his. I paced myself, enjoying the slow, rhythmic thrusting. I loved the way his cock stretched me. I loved the way his veins slid along my walls. I loved the way his lips tasted. I loved the way his breath tickled my neck. I loved the way his soft fingers grazed my skin. I loved how warm and firm his body was. "I'm gonna cum again," he warned. I kept going. "Seriously, I'm close." "Then go for it, baby," I replied, and kept going. I loved the way his cock twitched and pulsated inside me, as he shot his load. I laid my head on his chest, and listened to his heart beat. Back when I was eighteen, I had given birth to Ty. Things had been so different, then. I never could have imagined how my life would turn out. Leonard had changed a lot, and Ty had gradually grown up into a man. I wondered what eighteen year old me would say if she could see me now, lying naked on top of my son, with his cock inside me. I wished I could tell her how good it felt. After a while, Ty spoke up, "Are you thirsty?" "I could use a drink." I hadn't even realized how sweaty the two of us had gotten, exerting ourselves under the hot sun. Back in the kitchen—still naked—I stood in front of the open fridge. "Whatcha want?" I asked him. "You, and only you." "I meant for drinks," I laughed. "Anything cold, really." The cans were in the bottom drawer. I deliberately bent over at the hips, enticing him with a hopefully great view. I just put my hand on a can, when two hands grabbed me by the hip. Ty's cock, already hard again, plunged into me. He was the one in charge of the pace now, and he started pounding me hard. His cock penetrated deep into to me, hard and fast. Every time he slammed into, his whole body rocked me forward. The sound of skin slapping on skin rang through the kitchen, and Ty groaned in effort. "Oh god, oh god, oh oh oh oh." The raw animalistic intensity was incredible, and I was surprised how quickly my orgasm built up. It exploded in spectacular fashion, setting all my nerve endings ablaze. My knees gave out, and if Ty hadn't been holding me, I would have fallen down. He came inside me soon after. When he released me, I had to sit down on the cool tile floor. Ty grabbed two cans out of the fridge, and sat down beside me. "You ok?" he asked, concerned, and handed me a can. "Yeah," I replied, and snapped it open. "That was just... intense." "Was it too much?" I laughed, and then kissed him. "No, Ty. It was perfect." I took a big gulp from the can. Cum was dribbling out of me, and onto the tiles. Good thing I was on the pill. "The tiles are way too cold," commented Ty, and stood up. He held out his hand, and pulled me up after him, embracing me in another kiss. There was a small pool of sticky liquid where I had just been sitting. I cleaned it up with a paper towel before joining Ty on the couch. I snuggled into him, and he curled his arm around me. I felt like a woman twenty years younger again. "So," I asked him, "does it feel real now?" "It's starting to sink in. I think." He was quiet for a while, and I enjoyed just sitting there, wrapped in his arm, smelling his scent. "Ma?" "Yeah?" "What does this make us?" The first things that popped into my head were "wrong," and then "immoral." "I don't know, Ty. We'll always be mother and son. No matter what happens, I'll always love you." "I love you too, Ma." He contemplated his next words carefully. "What about Dad?" I had tried not to think about him. "Let me worry about that." "What are you gonna do?" "I'm not sure, yet." "Do you still love him?" I sensed the anxiety in his voice. "No," I said, firmly. "Does it bother you?" "No," he replied quickly. "Yes. I mean not that you don't love him, but... he's still my dad, you know?" "When do you have to go back to college?" "Tomorrow. Evening at the latest. Classes don't start until Monday, but I got a meeting at half past eight on Wednesday." "A meeting?" "With one of my professors. I wanted to talk to her about one of my tests I took last semester." "I just realized how little I know about your everyday life." Ty started telling me about his life at college. What classes he's taking. What his professors are like. What the campus looks like. It was like I was discovering a whole new side of him. I laid my head on his chest, and listening to the buzzing of voice, playing idly with his cock. When it got hard again, I used my mouth to tell it a story of my own. The sound of a car pulling into the driveway interrupted us. "Shit. Lenny." I had completely lost track of time. We jumped up out of the couch, and Ty ran up the stairs. I went back outside, and grabbed the clothes off the patio. I put my bikini on, and went back inside to throw Ty's clothes into the laundry. "Hey, sweetie," Lenny grunted, and sat down on the couch where just moments before Ty and I had been cuddling together, naked. I wondered what he'd say if I told him right then that I just had sex with our son. That would be foolhardy, though, no matter how much I wanted to see the expression on his face. Instead, I grabbed some clean clothes out of the laundry, and started cooking dinner. Once that was done, I called Ty down, and the three of us sat around the table. Nobody spoke, and we ate in awkward silence. Ty went back up to his room, and I loaded the dirty dishes into the dishwasher. It all seemed so mundane compared to what had just happened, but life goes on. There were plenty of things to occupy me for the rest of the night. Like Ty's laundry, since he'd be leaving tomorrow. I somehow missed him already, even though he hadn't left yet. I folded his clothes, and stacked them all into a basket. I carried it up the stairs, and knocked on his door. "Come in." "I got your clothes." "Oh, thanks." I walked over to where he was sitting, and kissed him, but he stopped quickly. "It doesn't feel right, with Dad downstairs." I wanted to stay, and argue with him, to convince him that it didn't matter, but in my head I knew he was right. "I suppose so. I'll see you tomorrow, Ty." The door closed behind me, and I sighed. I'd have to deal with my husband one way or another, but I didn't want to do it now. I spent the rest of the night reading. The sun went down. Leonard eventually joined me, and I tried falling asleep. The events of the day kept replaying in my mind. I realized I wanted to be with Ty, no matter what it would take. \===== TUESDAY ===== Quarter to seven, fifteen minutes before my alarm would ring, I woke up. The sun hadn't even risen all the way. I turned off my alarm, and snuck out of the room quietly, careful not to wake Leonard. I slipped into Ty's room, and lifted his blanket. He was only wearing boxers. I fumbled a bit, trying to open the buttons on the front. His cock was flaccid. Ty let out a soft sigh when I took it into my mouth, and started running circles around his head with my tongue. It grew and grew inside my mouth, until it was rock hard. I just loved the way it felt in my mouth. "Wha... Ma?" Ty asked sleepily. I continued sucking, and a few minutes later Ty grunted, and emptied his balls down my throat. Quick, clean, and oh so good. "Good morning, baby." "Holy shit." "I gotta get to work, but I'll see you after, ok?" "Ok, Ma." I left the room, showered, got dressed, then went to work. It was insanely boring. Around ten, I slipped into the bathroom, and fortunately nobody was there. I entered the last stall, took out my cellphone, and started to record a video. "This is for you, baby," I told the camera. I pulled my pants down, and started masturbating with one hand, holding the lens close. I was just getting into it, when the door to the bathroom opened. "Fran, you in here?" asked my cousin Mary. "Yeah." I kept going. "I've got a Mr. Adelson on the line, he's one of yours, isn't he?" I felt an orgasm start to build up. "Yeah, he wants to sell his house." I couldn't believe I was sitting there, with Mary just on the other side of the stall door. Fingers kept plunging in and out of my wet pussy. "He said he had some questions, and he wanted to talk to you specifically." "Tell him... tell him, oh—" Orgasm rocked my body, and fried my brain. "Fran, you ok in there?" "Yeah... uh, tell him I'll be right there." "Ok," she replied, and I heard her leave the bathroom. I blew a kiss towards the camera, then stopped the recording, and sent the video to Ty. After cleaning up a bit, I returned to my desk, and accepted Mr. Adelson's call. Fifteen minutes later, my cell buzzed. I looked at it, and Ty had replied with a picture of his erect cock. I licked my lips. "Who's that?" asked Mary, who stood behind me. I jumped, and closed the picture. Thankfully Ty's face hadn't been in it. "No one!" Mary laughed. "That was a pretty good looking dick. You're a lucky woman, Fran." I blushed. "It's not what you think." "Oh don't worry, nobody will find out." She winked at me, and went back to her desk. Mary sounded like she had her own experiences with extramarital encounters. Never would have pegged her to be that kind of woman. Then again, I wouldn't have believed it of myself, either. The closer to two o'clock it got, the hornier I became. I raced home, breaking the speed limit on multiple occasions. I threw open the door, and Ty was already standing there with a sizeable bulge in his shorts. "Oh god, I've been waiting all day for this, I got home as fast as I could!" We kissed frantically, driven by a mutual need. Ty's boxers came down, and I nearly ripped off my pants. Ty grabbed my buttcheeks, and hoisted me up. I wrapped my legs around him, and held on tight. Pressed against the wall, he entered me, and pounded away as if his life depended on it. It didn't take long for Ty to come. We spent the rest of the afternoon in carnal pleasure, exploring every inch of our bodies, like a pair of horny teenagers in a hormone overdrive. It ranged from slow, sensual massages to vicious porn star fucking. Sweaty, exhausted, and satisfied we ended up in the bathtub. Ty held me tightly, while the hot water worked wonders on my sore body. "I have to leave soon." "I know." "What's gonna happen?" he asked, again. "You're only three hours away. I can come see you all the time." "And Dad?" "I'll take care of it." I just didn't know how, yet. I relaxed, and soaked in the hot water. Later, Ty drive off, back to college, but not before leaving a little parting gift inside of me. I watched him from the doorway, until he disappeared around a corner. My heart ached to watch him go. Half an hour later, Leonard pulled up. He walked into the house, grunted "hey, dear," and sat down in front of the TV. My heart was beating fast, and my hands were clammy. I grabbed the remote, turned off the TV, and sat down on the couch next to him. I couldn't bring myself to look at him. You know how sometimes you feel like your entire life, all the choices you've made, all the mistakes you wish you could undo, led you to that precise moment in time? Like the entire universe aligned itself just right, and you get that perfect moment of clarity. I got that just then, and I knew without the shadow of a doubt that I had the rest of my life in my hands. I was in control of my own destiny. "Lenny?" "Yeah?" Even he could sense the seriousness of the conversation. "Do you still love me?" "What? Of course I still like you." "I didn't ask if you still liked me. I asked if you still loved me." After being quiet for a few moments, he admitted, "No. I guess not really. Not the way it used to be. You?" "No." Tears rolled down my cheek. We'd been married for so long, and it seemed like everything would be washed down the drain. "You seeing anybody else?" "Yeah," I admitted, quietly. "You?" "Yeah." Even though I had suspected it for years, it still hurt to hear it. Even if I didn't love him anymore, it still pained. "With—" "I don't wanna know," I interrupted him, and shook my head. "I think we should get a divorce." "Just like that?" "Just like that." We sat there for quite a while, silent, taking in the gravity of the situation. I wondered what was going through his mind. I wondered if I cared enough to find out. Leonard was the first to speak up. "What do we do now?" "I'm gonna stay with Cindy for a while. We can figure out the rest later." I got up, and packed as many of my clothes and necessities as I could fit into my suitcase. When I finished, Leonard was still sitting on the couch, frowning. "What do we tell the kids?" he asked. "The truth? That we just don't love each other anymore?" "And you're sure about all this?" "Yeah." "I can talk to Lisa tomorrow at work." "I'll call Ty, then." He helped me load the case into my car. We hugged, and then I drove off. Leonard wasn't a bad guy, but we weren't right for each other. On the road, I called Cindy. "Hey Fran, long time no see." "Can I stay with you for a couple of days?" "Sure, hon. What's the matter?" "Lenny and I just split up." "Holy shit, what? What happened?" "I'll tell you when I get there." "Jesus, Fran." I hung up. I took a deep breath. It suddenly dawned on me that I could do anything I wanted. Ty and Lisa were both grown up, and didn't really need us anymore. Leonard clearly didn't need me anymore. The whole world was open to me. I could just drive to the airport, buy a ticket to Peru, and be out of there. It felt liberating. Even if I was never going to jet off to Peru. I didn't even speak spanish. Cindy greeted me at the door with a glass of wine. "I think you're gonna need this." "Thanks, Cindy." "So, what the hell happened? I know you guys haven't felt the romance in a while, but I didn't think it would happen so quickly." I made myself comfortable on her couch. "I just realized I didn't want to be with him anymore." "Fran, I know you too well. Who's the guy?" I couldn't tell her it was my own son. It was just too wrong. Too far outside of acceptance. I didn't want to jeopardize my friendship with Cindy. "I can't tell you." "Why not? Oooh, is he married?" "No." "Is he famous?" "No." "Why can't you tell me?" "It's complicated." She frowned. "Can you at least tell me when you guys met?" "Yeah, on Friday." Well, technically I didn't meet him then, but close enough. "Jeez, and you're already running off with him? He must have a huge cock." I couldn't help but giggle. The wine helped. "He does have a magnificent cock." "So, tell me everything." "Everything started with a massage..." I launched into the story, omitting the fact that it had been Ty. I told her how that night Leonard had surprised me with the impromptu visit to Lake Trout, only to abandon me for the fishing tournament he booked weeks in advance. I told her about my trip to the small fishing village, my accidental public show ("Really? In front of all those people?"), my "almost" experience in the bar ("I can't believe you let him do that in a crowded bar."), my day of wild, carnal sex, and the eventual breakup with Leonard. Cindy made sure my glass stayed full the entire time. "Wow," she said, when I finished. "Sounds like you had quite an awakening." "That's how I feel." "And not once did you stop to tell me anything about it, I'm offended," she complained, although she didn't sound too serious. "Sorry, I just had a lot on my mind." "So what are you gonna do now?" "I'm gonna do whatever the heck I want. I've never felt so free in my life." "It suits you. You look like you lost twenty years." "I feel like it, too." The bottle was empty by now, and Cindy got another one. "I'm gonna find an apartment in the city, so I can be closer to him." "You're welcome to stay here, you know. I can clean out the other room, and we can put a bed in there." "Thanks, but no. I want to live closer to Ty." "Ty? What does he have to do with..." Oh. Shit. Cindy's eyes shot wide open in comprehension. "Francine Daphne Evans! Are you telling me that you are... this. With Ty?" I felt like someone had emptied a bucket of ice over me. I felt like a monster. Unbidden, tears came to my eyes, and I tried to bury my head in my hands. Visions of cops arresting me, standing in front of a judge, and being sentenced to prison flashed through my head. Hands touched my shoulders, and Cindy hugged me, while I sobbed into my hands. "Oh... Fran," she sighed, when my tears died down. "What did you get yourself into." "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to drag you into this." "No, I'm sorry. Really, I am. I can see why you didn't want to tell me." She handed me a tissue, and I blew my nose. "Feeling better now?" "Yeah, a little. What about you?" "I don't know. That was quite the bombshell you dropped." She mulled it over for a bit. I curled up and put my head down on her lap, and she started playing with my hair. "So, this thing with you and Ty. Is it mutual?" "Of course!" "Does Leonard know?" "No." "Does Lisa?" "No." She was silent for a while again, before asking, "Does he make you happy?" "Oh lord, yes." "This is gonna take a while for me to process." "I'm sorry." "It's ok." She kept stroking my hair, and I slowly drifted off into sleep. \===== WEDNESDAY ===== My alarm rang at seven, and ripped me out of sleep. I was still lying on the couch. Cindy had, at some point, thrown a blanket over me. I quickly showered, got dressed, and left a note to Cindy that I had gone to work. On the drive over, I tried to call Ty but nobody picked up. "Hey, Mary, I got a favor to ask of you." "Shoot." "I need to find an apartment in the city "For a client?" "No, for me." "Really? How come?" "Lenny and I are splitting up." "Shit, really?" "Yeah." "Damn. What happened?" I gave her the highly abridged version, that Leonard and I just didn't love each other anymore, and wanted to go our separate ways. "Shit. You need a place to stay? It's not because I saw that dick pic, is it? Oh god, I'd feel horrible if it was my fault you two—" "Nah, that wasn't it. I'm staying at Cindy's, but I wanna find a place of my own. Somewhere in the city." "Alright, I can definitely help you there. I know a guy, I'll get you a list." "Thanks, Mary." "Anytime." Being a realtor did have its advantages. Just before lunch my phone rang. It was Lisa. "Mom! Is it true?" "Yeah." "Shit. Really?" "Yup." "How come?" "Didn't Lenny tell you already?" "He just said something about you guys not loving each other anymore." "That's pretty much it." "Is it because of that bitch Veronica?" "Who?" "She's this royal pain in the ass that keeps coming in shop to 'get her car fixed' by Dad." So that was her name. "No. Listen, Lisa, it was mutual." "You mean you've been getting, uh...your car fixed too?" "In a way, yeah." "Oh." "No matter what's gonna happen, I'll always be your mother, and I love you." I remembered saying similar words to Ty—while his cum was inside me—and immediately felt bad. I still meant it, even if circumstances were different this time. "This is too weird." "If there's anything I can say.. .or do. Please, tell me." "I don't know. I gotta go back to work, but... let's talk, ok?" "Sure, I'd like that." We said our goodbyes, and hung up. My lunch break had already started, so I tried calling Ty again, and this time he picked up. "Hey, Ty." "Hi, Ma, what's up?" "I got some news." "Good or bad?" "You decide." I hesitated. I had no idea how he would respond. "Sounds serious. What is it?" "Lenny and I split up last night." He was silent for a long time. "Ty?" "Did you break up because of me?" "No, not really. Lenny and I haven't been happy for a long time, but we just kept going. You just gave me a reason to do it." "What are you gonna do now?" I was getting tired of answering that question. "I'm staying with Cindy right now, but I'm looking for a place in the city." "Really?" "Yeah. You know what that means, right? I'm gonna be living a lot closer to you." "That's great news, Ma!" "We'll be able to spend a lot more time together." "Damn, I get a hardon just thinking about it." "Really?" I pictured his beautiful cock, and got a little bit excited myself. I looked around the office. Mary had left for lunch, and I couldn't see anyone else. "Yeah." "Take it out." "What?" "Your cock. Take it out." "Alright, it's out." "Ok, now put your hand around it, and start stroking slowly. Imagine my lips wrapped around it." I slipped my own hand down my pants, and realized how wet I was. "Mmmm... that feels good." "I just started playing with myself, right here in the middle of the office." "What if you get caught?" "I don't know. Anybody could just waltz in here and see me fingering myself. Are you still stroking?" "Yeah, I'm trying to picture you right now." "I'm really wet right now, and playing with my clit." "Put a finger inside." "Alright, hold on." I held the phone close to my pussy, and rapidly thrusted my fingers in and out of my pussy, trying to make as many loud squishing noises as possible. "There, you like that?" "Hell yeah." I kept going, it felt too good to stop. "Now imagine I'm on all fours in front of you, naked. You've been waiting for this moment all your life. Your mother's pussy is ready, and it's all yours. All you have to do is take it." I could hear his breathing getting shallower. "I get on my knees behind you, and slide my hard cock in your tight little snatch." "Oh fuck yes, Ty. Faster. Faster." I start moaning into the phone, highly exaggerated. The fake moans turned real very quickly, and I closed my eyes in anticipation. "Oh god, I'm coming." "Wait, I'm almost there." "Please, I can't hold on." "Now, oh god fuck fuck fuck fuck..." I shuddered, and let the orgasm roll over my body. Ty grunted on the other side. "That was great, Ma." "Mmmm, yeah." I kept playing with my sensitive clit, eliciting repeated aftershocks. "Are you really in your office?" "Yup!" "I had no idea you were so kinky." "Neither did I actually. It's a recent discovery." "I wish you were here." "Me too." We didn't say anything for a bit. "Don't worry, things are gonna change," I continued. "Can't wait!" "I'll talk to you soon, ok?" "Ok." "I love you, Ty." "I love you too, Ma." I turned my chair around, and snapped a selfie, hand still down my pants, with the empty office as backdrop. Then a closeup of my fingers deep inside my pussy, dripping wet with juices. I sent them both to Ty, and he replied with just "hot." Lunch break was almost over, and I hadn't even eaten anything. I cleaned up in the bathroom, and when I came out, Mary just returned. After work, I grabbed some fast food on the way to the city, and checked out some of the places on the list. One or two of them weren't bad, but overall it was disappointing. All the really nice ones were outside of my range, of course. I got back to Cindy's, and we watched a movie together before going to sleep. \====== THURSDAY ===== I had several showings booked, which occupied me all morning. In the afternoon, I went apartment hunting again. After seeing two that were just abysmal, I expected the third to disappoint as well. It was one bedroom, one bath, one kitchen apartment located on the outskirts of the city, in a medium income neighborhood, about half an hour away from work, and forty five minutes away from Ty's college. It had recently been renovated, and came fully furnished, which was a huge plus. But what really drew me in were the large, floor to ceiling windows in the bedroom, facing east. I showed her my paystubs, signed the lease on the spot, and wrote a check for the first month's rent and security deposit. The landlady—Mrs. Ruben, a grandmotherly woman in her 70's— handed me two keys, and told me I could move in within the hour, if I wanted to. Overall, it was pretty painless. I stood in my new apartment, and looked around. It wasn't big, it wasn't fancy, but it was mine. For the first time in my life, I lived alone. I pulled open the heavy curtains in the bedroom, and looked down at the street two floors below me. On the other side of the street stood two more apartment complexes, with a sizeable gap between them. I pulled out my cell and called Cindy. "Hey, Cindy, you'll never guess where I'm standing." "The moon?" "Close, but no. I'm standing in my very own apartment." "Already? Jesus, that was fast." "You have no idea how great I feel, like I could accomplish anything." "So, when can I see it?" "Right now, actually. Would you mind bringing me my stuff? I need go and buy some necessities for this place, and I don't know if I can manage to swing by today." "Sure, what are friends for?" After giving her the address and directions, I looked up the nearest supermarket on my phone. On the way there, I called Ty. "Are you doing anything tomorrow evening?" "Uh, I was going to go out with friends." "Cancel that." "Um, sure. Why?" "You and I are going on a date." "A date?" "Yeah, a date date. You know, romantic dinner and everything. I thought it would be nice to actually have a real, proper date. So far all we've done is have sex." "That sounds good, actually." "Ok, I'll pick you up at six. Wear something nice." "Ok. Where are we going?" "You'll find out tomorrow. I'll see you then." "Can't wait." At the store I bought just a few necessities like toilet paper, clean sheets, paper plates, plastic cups and silverware, cleaning supplies, and groceries for the next few days. When I got back, Cindy was already waiting for me at the door, suitcase in hand. "About time you showed up," she complained. "Sorry, I was out buying a few things." I unlocked, and gave Cindy a tour of the place. "By the way," she said, holding out a bottle of wine, "I got you a small housewarming gift." "Oh thanks, I could definitely use that. You wanna help me clean this place a bit?" "Not really, but I'll do it anyway." "You're the best." I opened all the windows to air out the place, and together we gave the place a good cleaning. Especially the bathroom. I borrowed a vacuum cleaner from the Mrs. Ruben, who lived on the ground floor. After a few hours, I was satisfied with the overall state of cleanliness. Unfortunately, the only thing I didn't have was a corkscrew, and we had to open the bottle by pushing the cork into the bottle. "So, what comes next in the grand life of Francine Evans, the seducer of sons?" asked Cindy, after we retired to the couch with two plastic cups of wine. "Is that all I am now?" "No, of course not. But come on, Fran, you've got to admit it's unusual." "Tell me about it." "What's it like?" "What's what like?" "You know, doing it. With your son." "Cindy!" "What? I think I have the right to ask questions." "I guess you do, but you really want to know what it's like to have sex with Ty?" "You basically already told me everything you two did, remember? You just didn't say it was with Ty." "So why are you asking?" "What's it like, really?" "I dunno. At first it was really weird, and I didn't know what to think. And then when we did it the first time, I kept wondering 'Is this really happening?' And the entire time it felt like I was doing something wrong, something I wasn't supposed to. It was a total rush. Like that time we shoplifted a bottle of vodka and got drunk in high school. You're doing something you're not supposed to, but you do it anyway." "I remember that. I remember how I was totally nervous and excited at the same time." "Yeah, it's exactly like that, only stronger." "And you feel like that all the time?" "No, it's not as strong now, but it's still a rush." "Sounds nice." "You're not thinking of..." "No," she rolled her eyes at me. "It just sounds nice. I'm glad you found something that makes you happy, you deserve it after all those years of putting up with Lenny. Speaking of, how's that going?" "Nothing's changed, I just haven't had the time yet." "You gonna take him for all he's got?" "No. He's not a bad guy, you know. Just not for me." Cindy shot me a look that said she thought otherwise. "I make enough at my job for myself, we'll probably just split up our things, or something. But I don't want the house, I really don't. It feels more like a trap than a home after all these years." We chatted more until the bottle was empty, then—too exhausted and drunk to move—we dozed off on the couch. \===== FRIDAY ===== My alarm woke me up again. I got up, reoriented myself to my new surroundings, woke up Cindy, showered, and drove to work. After consulting Mary, I made a reservation for seven at "Le Ciel Bleu," a nice, upscale restaurant. Time passed exceptionally slow. I rushed home—it still felt weird to call my apartment "home"—and spent the rest of the afternoon shopping for a nice dress, since most of mine were still at the house. I ended up settling on a cute, navy sundress. Might as well celebrate the last days of summer in style. At quarter to six, I pulled up near Ty's dorm, fully dolled up, and wearing the new dress. I've visited him a few times in the past, so I knew where he lived. On the way up to his room, several people openly stared, but I just kept walking and enjoyed the attention. I felt sexy as hell. Ty opened the door, wearing a periwinkle dress shirt, and dark slacks. I greeted him with a long, and deep kiss. "You look incredibly sexy, Ma." "So do you," I replied, and he really did. "By the way, I think you should start calling me 'Fran' if we're gonna be out in public together." "That's gonna be weird." "I know, but—" "Yeah, I get it." "Sexy and smart, I like it." I looked around, but it seemed like he was alone. "Is anyone here?" "Nah, my roomie's out at a party. I was supposed to go too, but, you know." "Awww, I'm sorry," I mocked in a fake voice, "let me make it up to you." I turned around, hiked up my skirt, pulled down my panties, and stuck my butt out at him. Ty lost no time, and unzipped his pants. Looking over my shoulder, I saw his magnificent cock grow hard. He grabbed my hips, and entered me. It had only been two days, but good lord had I missed that cock in me. He was pounding hard and fast, and came just as quick, shooting his cum deep inside me. "Mmmm, feeling better, baby?" "Yeah... sorry about coming so quickly, it just feels so good." "Don't worry, we got a long night ahead of us." The "Le Ciel Bleu" was a fancy restaurant, with a red carpet entrance and valet service. I gave the maitre d' my name (Evans, party of two), and he led us to an empty table. By the dimly lit light I could see that they had painted the entire ceiling blue, with a few large clouds. The tables were round, with tablecloth that hung just barely above the ground. I set down my purse, and a waiter brought us two menus. "Tonight's specials are roasted quail with potatoes, and barbecued pheasant with lentil soup," the waiter recited. "May I get you anything to drink?" "Some wine would be nice." "Certainly, Madame... I'll get the list." A few tables behind Ty and to the left was an older couple, in their late fifties, who seemed engrossed in their conversation. Otherwise, the restaurant only had a few occupied tables, but none that were close. I was still horny from not having finished earlier, and looking at the tablecloths gave me an idea. "Ty?" "Yeah, M—Fran?" he corrected himself. "Could you order me the quail?" "Sure." It took a moment for him to process it. "Wait, why? Where are you going?" "I've got an itch I need to scratch." I looked around to make sure nobody was watching. "How's that—" He stopped, when I slid off my chair, and got on the ground. I lifted the tablecloth, and slipped under it. It was dark, only a ring of light around the bottom provided any me with enough light to see. I tugged on Ty's legs. He got the hint, and scooted forwards, until his stomach touched the rim of the table. Ty's legs were poking through the tablecloth. I lifted it even more to get access to Ty's crotch, and open his zipper. His flaccid cock emerged from its hiding hole, and I licked it a few times until it grew into the spectacular penis I was so eager to see. I slipped a hand up my skirt, and started playing with myself, while sucking Ty's cock. Footsteps approached, and I heard the waiter talk. "Are you ready to order, sir?" the waiter asked, ignoring my absence. "S-Sure," replied Ty. "She'll have the quail special, and uh...uh, I-I'd like the crispy duck." I enjoyed how flustered he got while I ran my tongue up and down his shaft, and could feel my orgasm building up. "And the wine list, Sir." After a moment, Ty replied, "Could you just b-bring something that goes with the food, n-not too expensive?" I wondered what the water would say if he were to lift the tablecloth right now, and see me sucking on my own son's cock. Visualizing his reaction pushed me over the edge, and I brought myself to a mind numbing orgasm. "Very well, Sir." Satisfied, I dedicated myself fully to the task of getting Ty off. "Thank you." I started stroking his shaft, while teasing the bottom of his head with my tongue, when he exploded without warning. Spurt after spurt of cum shot out of his cock and onto the underside of the table, my face, and cleavage. I quickly wrapped my lips around it, and sucked out the last remaining drops, but the damage was already done. It was hard without a mirror, but I tried my best to scrape all the ropes of cum out of my face. I licked my fingers clean, then listened around for the sound of footsteps. None were audible, so I quickly crawled out of under the table, and sat down on my chair. The woman at the table behind Ty was looking at me, and shot me a nasty glare. Just then, the water approached again, carrying a bottle of wine. "This is a nice Ch—uh," he stammered, glancing at me, "Chateau 1957, that, uh..." Ty started blushing. "Sounds great, we'll take that one," said Ty, releasing the waiter from his torment. "What's going on?" I asked, after the waiter had left. "You still have, uh, cum. On your face." I pulled a hand mirror out of my purse, and sure enough, a thick rope of cum hung on my cheek. "Whoops. My bad." I scraped it off with my finger, and stuck it in my mouth. "Mmm... did I get it all?" "Yeah, but.. fuck, Ma," he said, forgetting to call me by my name. "There's no way he didn't notice." I was incredibly turned by the thought of the waiter seeing me like that, I almost started playing with myself again. "Sorry." The lady in the back was still shooting me nasty glances. I smiled at her. "Is this part of your kink?" "Yeah, I guess so. Does it bother you?" "I don't know. Whenever I pictured the two of us together, it was just us two. No spectators." "I didn't actually plan on it. Just sort of happened." "Do you think they're gonna kick us out now?" "I don't think, you saw how awkward he was. There's no way he's gonna go to his manager and say 'Sir, there's a lady with cum on her face.'" I giggled. "Let's hope so, I'm hungry." We sat in silence for a few minutes, staring awkwardly at anyone but each other. Ty was the first to break the silence. "This is weird." "I know. What do people talk about on first dates anyway? I've only been on one and that was years ago. But we already know so much about each other." "I dunno." "What do you like doing in your spare time?" "I like to read and draw." "You draw? Really?" "Yeah, I only started recently." "Why didn't you ever show me any drawings?" "Well, we weren't really that close." "Do I get to see them now?" "Yeah, sure. But they're not that good. Like I said, I only started recently." "I'm sure they're great." "Maybe. But they're all back on my computer, anyway." "So what kind of stuff do you read? I'm reading 'Escape from Mars' right now." "Really? I never pegged you for the teen sci-fi type." "You've read it?" "Yeah," he admitted. "All of them, actually." "I'm reading it for the first time." Glad to have finally found common ground, we talked about the series—not enough to spoil the story for me, of course—until the food arrived. The quail was absolutely delicious, and, eager to try everything, we shared our dishes. "So," Ty began, after our plates were empty, "what does all this make the two of us?" "What do you want it to be?" "I dunno. I guess we're dating now." "Yeah, I guess we are. Does this make us boyfriend and girlfriend?" I couldn't help but laugh, it sounded so silly to hear the words coming out of my mouth. "You think that's funny?" Ty looked a little hurt. "Oh, no, baby, I didn't mean it like that. I just have a hard time picturing an old woman like me being a 'girlfriend' to somebody." "You're not that old." "In that case, I'd like to be your uh, girlfriend." It still sounded weird. Ty beamed. "You don't have classes tomorrow, right?" "Yeah, it's Saturday." "I wanna show you something." "What is it?" "It's a surprise." Ty looked annoyed, but also curious. I picked up the bill—despite Ty's protests—and we left. I parked at the apartment complex, and got out. "What is this place? Where are we?" "Just wait." I grabbed his hand, and pulled him up the stairs to the third floor. "Who's place is this?" asked an impatient Ty. "Mine." I unlocked and opened the door. "Come in." Ty stood frozen in the doorway. "You got a new place already?" "Yup. It's all mine." I pulled my sundress over my head, and stood there in just underwear. The front of Ty's pants stretched in a noticeable bulge. I unclasped my bra, and tossed it aside. Ty was still standing in the same place, gaze fixed on my body. I turned around, and playfully stripped off my panties. "So," I said, after turning back to him, "are you gonna come in, or should we do this with the door open? You know, that might actually be—" Ty sprang forward, slammed the door shut, and interrupted me by embracing my head with both hands, and kissing me deeply. I undid the buttons on his shirt, and unbuckled his belt. After his clothes were off, I laid down on the carpet, and Ty entered me. It was different. Sensual, and erotic. Ty gazed lovingly into my eyes as he thrust deep in me. I almost didn't feel the orgasm start to wash over me until my entire body became warmer and warmer. My skin started tingling all over, and every thrust, every pull was magnified a thousandfold. Every nerve ending in my body was firing all at once, until I couldn't take it anymore, and surrendered entirely. When I came to, Ty was lying next to me on the floor. I scrambled on top of him, kissed him, and then laid my head down on my chest. A long time later, Ty said quiet, "It feels real now." "Good." "Does that mean I'm gonna live here with you now?" "You don't have to. Actually, we already paid for your dorm room this semester. And it's probably easier for you to go to classes if you're there." "I could come here every weekend though." "I'd like that." "Me too." I planted kisses all over his chest, and soon enough his cock was getting hard again. We spent the rest of the night fucking, from raw, unbridled ferocity to pure and sweet passion, christening every room. The sun set, and the world went dark. Completely exhausted, physically and mentally, we ended up on the bed. Ty held me close, and I let myself be held. It had been barely more than a week since my adventure started, but it felt like a lifetime. Soon he drifted off into sleep, and his grip relaxed. The curtains were closed tight, shutting out the rest of the world. I lifted his arm off me, got up, and threw open the curtains. The sky was black, and below me the street was illuminated by the orange light of streetlamps. A few cars drove by, silent in the night. Just a bit further than that, I could make out the silhouettes of people, in the light of windows. If any of those people were to look out right now, they could see me up here, in my ivory tower. Standing in front of the world, naked as the day I was born. Happy. Loved. Young. The next morning, I woke up to sunlight glaring in my face, shining directly into my apartment through the gap between the two apartment buildings on the other street. I looked to my side, and saw Ty sleeping peacefully. I kissed him on the cheek, got up, and stretched in front of the open window, not caring one bit who might see me. I looked out at the new day, and the sunlight warmed my skin. I was confident that everything would turn out alright.
Mature Prudish Woman Blackmailed	186,171	4.53	1,426,283	[ "mature", "humiliation", "unwilling", "prostitution", "submission", "reluctant", "watching" ]	As always I encourage all comments. I do take note of all opinions My name is Julie, I am 50 years old. 5ft tall, black hair, with I suppose just an average figure. Although my friends say I am quite pretty, that's as far as it goes, otherwise I am rather nondescript. I am also a thief. Let me explain. I had been married to the same man (Robert) for 30 years, when he tragically died and left me alone. Although I am over his death now, I struggled to cope financially on my own. We had a circle of friends on the same housing estate that we lived on, who were not mega rich, but they mostly had two incomes and could afford a new car every couple of years, always had a good annual holiday and the women always had enough disposable income to keep their wardrobe up-to-date and with the prevailing fashion of the time. I didn't want to steal for the usual greedy reasons, I just felt that if suffering the death of a husband wasn't enough, to be condemned to live poor, always struggling to make ends meet as well, was unfair on me. I wasn't looking to steal for luxury, just for everyday nice things. I work in the cash office of the local supermarket, this is a privately owned business not a large chain. One day I simply looked at all the money laid around after the tills had cashed in and thought, "Look at all that money that is going to one person. I don't want it all, but why can't I have just a little of it?" So I took some money and simply made the appropriate alteration in the ledger - it was so simple I couldn't believe it! The out-of-character stealing continued for a few months and I enjoyed the new found comfort it gave me. There is a saying that if something seems too good to be true, then, it usually isn't. I got caught. ..................................... My name is Jack, I am 22 years old and my father owns the local supermarket in our small town. I didn't want to go into the family business but I failed to find a job anywhere else and due to my computer 'savvy' I was pushed into taking a junior I.T. role in the business. I had only been there a few weeks, when I discovered that someone was stealing from the office. The person was not very clever about it, as a simple audit trail showed the same person making adjustments in the computerized ledger at the same time and for the same amount every week. I never came into contact with the staff and none of them knew who I was and vice versa. I decided that before taking my findings to my father, I would 'suss' out who it was first. I asked discrete questions and had the employee pointed out to me and which desk they worked at. I went down and had a stealthy look. That's when all my plans came into my head, that's why, when I saw who the person concerned was, I knew I had to try and turn this to my advantage. This was so very exciting and rich with potential for me. Like all guys my age I grew up in the era of the internet. I have accessed an absolute mountain of porn and had hundreds of gigs downloaded and stored on my HDD. Over the years looking at porn, I have developed what you might call an all consuming love of the mature woman. I have absolutely no idea why and I wouldn't try to rationalize it, simply we are all different and get turned on by different things. Although I can appreciate the 'hot teen' that is abundant online, I always found myself being drawn to the 'real woman', the mature woman attracted me 'warts and all'. I found myself being attracted to plainer, everyday natural women and even found their flaws and imperfections to be sexy. I found these women sexier even more so than the perfect, young, flawless, cheerleader teen that seemed so plastic and fake to me, that I was supposed to be into. Just one example to explain would be tits, believe it or not I actually find saggy tits more attractive than the harder uplifted ones. A mature woman's tits as they sag slightly and the nipples point downward a little are, in my opinion, a perfect example of a 'real woman'. So that's why Julie was not only a woman to take advantage of, she was (to me) perfect wanking material. She was probably an old cock happy slut that had had more cock than most, but that didn't matter one bit. ........................ I was at home one evening, when I looked in my bag and saw that a typed note had been put inside by someone. Curiously I opened the folded paper. That was when my world came crashing down and my life changed forever. "I know that you are stealing from work, and I have all the documentary evidence ready to hand over to your employer and to the police. The amount you have been stealing would certainly mean that you are facing a custodial sentence. Think about this I will contact you in again in due course." "Oh my God, I thought, prison?" I had never considered that possibility. I hardly sleep for two nights as I waited for whoever knew about me to contact me again. ..................... I had no idea how Julie would respond to my plans for blackmailing her. I decided to start off very gently to enable me to slowly ease her into doing my bidding. I sent her a package and her instructions. .................... A few days after the initial contact was made, there was a knock at the door. I was given a small parcel by the delivery guy and took it inside to open it. I had no idea who it was from. I opened the packet and took out the contents. It took my brain a few seconds to actually register what I held in my hands. I was holding a black lacy suspender belt, a packet of black stockings and a pair of high heel shoes. In a daze I read the note and digested my instructions - my God I was being blackmailed! ........................ I had to know, before trying to force the woman into extremes of sexual activity, that she would actually do as I said and submit to me. She could decide to run headlong to the police or my father confessing all, rather than subjecting herself to what I had planned for her. To this end, tonight was a simple taster. It was aimed at getting her used to being blackmailed and for me to find out her reactions. I had Julie wear her stockings and suspenders, heels and not-too-short (easy does it I thought) skirt and to take a tour around several pubs and clubs of the town. I knew where I could observe the places I had instructed her to be and armed with an expensive camera I set off to observe. I was in the corner of a room in the pub she was to visit first. I was sat where I knew I would be able to see whatever was to happen. I had waited ages and was just about to give up hope, when the door to the lounge bar opened and in walked a rather plain looking mature woman. "My God she is actually here! I thought, she is actually going to go through with it." I was surprised and not a little excited, Julie wore a knee length black skirt and I knew what else was underneath, because I instantly recognized the shoes that I had sent her. I watched her get a drink from the bar and very, very unsteadily, in unfamiliar (although I didn't know this) heels she walked across the room and sat herself down. This was the crucial moment, this was when I would truly find out if I was going to be in business or not. After what seemed like an eternity, Julie took a drink like she needed it then, looking round to make sure no one was watching, she hitched her skirt up her thigh. I had a semi hard on already just purely on anticipation. When she crossed her legs and revealed a glimpse of her stocking top and her suspender clasp as it tugged the nylon upwards, my cock lurched a little more. When I saw her white milky thigh just above her stocking, it looked so alluring in contrast to the black, it became a full erection. I won't describe each and every time she did this, but she toured the bars as instructed, sitting on bar stools, chairs and benches giving the same show. She obviously attracted the leering looks of some males. This wasn't all men because she was incredibly subtle about it, but the seasoned lechers who were constantly on the look out for things like this, got a treat. And I got plenty photographs. Julie decided that her loathsome ordeal was over, drank up and left the last bar. I couldn't believe my fucking luck, boy, was I going to enjoy this. .................. I got home and wasted no time in rushing upstairs to my bedroom. I took off the disgusting clothing that I had been forced to show myself in and immediately got in the shower. I needed to cleanse myself. At this point I think you need to understand who and what I am. Like I said I am 50 years old and quite pretty but otherwise plain. The reason I had found this little show of mine so disgusting, was simply my upbringing. I had puritanical parents, who had equally puritanical friends. This was not a great recipe for a marriage between the two couple's offspring. I found myself married to an equally (actually more) shy man as I was. My husband was a good, caring, loving man and I cannot fault him in anyway. Unfortunately the only thing I learned in the bedroom from such a man was duty. He had sexual intercourse with me at irregular intervals. It was not exciting or even that pleasurable in fact. He would take his pleasure of me when his body needed it, always done in the same place/time/manner. The orgasms that I did manage to achieve over the years, owed more to my husband sometimes taking longer to finish than usual, therefore lasting long enough for me to take my own pleasure, than it did to any exciting sex. Sexual intercourse was a grunting, rutting duty I had to endure as a wife, my husband neither wanted nor demanded anything more of me. The clothes I wore were functional, bland and drab, therefore when that package arrived I was shocked at their lewdness. .............. As I looked at the photographs of Julie, I couldn't help but stroke my cock. As I said before I have a massive thing for the mature woman. I had trawled the net on mature sites for years and collected thousands of clips. If I was on the street and a mother and daughter came towards me, of course I would look at the daughter to see if there was any camel toe on show, nipple pokies etc, but the real object of my attention was always the mother. I was not into the forward, aggressive confident type, the sort who tried to compete with their daughters, wearing clothes too tight for them or 20 years too young. The older woman who made a show of herself trying to be attractive was quite simply UN-attractive. When you are young, you somehow get the impression that old women (40+!!) dried up, that somehow their tits shriveled and the pussy dried up and that somehow their bodies just gave in. I had gathered a library full of the homemade, amateur, type of clips from the net that taught me differently and educated my naive, inexperienced mind into understanding just how beautiful a woman remained through middle age. So when I saw a woman such as Julie or any other lady like her, dressed conservatively and more demurely than some of their counterparts, I found it sexy and yearned for what I knew lay hidden beneath that woman-next-door facade. I knew Julie was just a slut-whore like the rest and I was determined to use the old cum-slut for my own gratification. ................ A few days after my ordeal I was starting to feel more relaxed, my ordeal was over. Whoever was blackmailing me had had their fun and I had paid my dues (as humiliating as it was.) The memory of several men trying to look up my skirt, whilst knowing what they could see was revolting, but at least it was over now. ............... I had a friend who worked at the local cinema who was to provide me with the next stage of my plan. There was a suspended walkway from the ceiling that was used for access to the stage when it had been a theatre. This walkway was covered in and the glass painted black. You never noticed this from the auditorium, but I had been along the walkway and knew that with a little square scratched from the paint, I would have my perfect vantage point. ............... I got home from work one day and entered through the front door. I bent down for the post and noticed an unstamped envelope. I opened the letter and read the contents. "Oh God no". I thought my ordeal was over, yet here on a printed sheet were more instructions that I had to follow, if I wanted to stay out of prison. I was instructed to go to a local cinema at a certain time and sit in a specific seat and to see what would happen. A man would sit by me and I was to engage in whatever activity was asked of me. The inference was clear. "Never, never, never." I spoke aloud through gritted teeth. I would not lower myself to this filth and degradation. Just then my mobile phone gave a little ping to say I had received a message. I opened my messages and saw the text. "Have you got my next little task yet? I await your acceptance." That was all it said. I realized I had to call this person's bluff, I could not in all conscience allow myself to do whatever it was they had planned, so I replied. "Go to hell you nasty blackmailer, I will not lower myself to this level, do your worst." I shut my phone off and was determined to bluff my way out of my predicament. I didn't turn my phone back on until I was in the office the following day. That morning I watched the boy from the post room walk down the office handing out the correspondence. Just as he was entering Mr. Grove the owner's office I heard the familiar ping of my phone again. "Good morning my little playmate, I hope you slept well and are in good health today." I wanted to shut the phone there and then but the message went on. "Did you see young Tom the post room boy enter Mr. Grove's office? Well I suggest you hurry on in there, because there is a buff envelope on the top of his incoming mail you might be interested in. Good luck sweetie," it finished. "Oh God no, he wouldn't would he?" (The sexual angle to all this had led me to assume a male was involved) I thought. I ran for the office and just blundered in. "Oh sorry Mr. Grove, but there is a letter for me, that has got mixed up in your post. Ah here it is I will take it back with me." Mr. Grove just grunted as he was on the phone and just muttered something like, "Oh, ok Julie fine." I could not wait until I had a break to look in the envelope, so I hurried of to the ladies to open it. I sat on the toilet and tore the letter open and took out the contents. "My God, I thought he is deadly serious." In the package was a covering letter to the company and computer printouts of all the incriminating transactions. I had called his bluff and lost, he had actually gone ahead and sent all the evidence against me to my employer. I now realized that this was someone playing for keeps and I had decisions to make. He would not hesitate in denouncing me. As if I needed one last push, the high resolution photographs of me sat in different pubs, alone, skirt high on my thighs, with stocking tops and suspenders on view to anyone who cared to look closely enough, simply closed the deal. I was beaten. ...................... I had engaged in brinksmanship, if she had not retrieved the letter it would have been all over. Now that she had reacted in the way she had, it meant I had proved that I would do as I threatened. I had her. I didn't want to expose myself to my little victim too early. Although I wanted to have the old slut myself, I thought patience was a virtue and my time would come. To test her resolve without revealing myself as her blackmailer, I needed a guy I could use. I had a mate called Paul who would fuck absolutely anything, we all used to joke that his own granny wasn't safe - and she was dead! I primed him with the story that was doing the rounds of an older woman who liked to do young lads 'favours' in the local cinema. Although Paul wasn't stupid, his cock ruled his head and he saw nothing of a set up when I told him the time she was said to attend the cinema and that she always sat in the same place. I know it sounds corny, but a lad Paul's age, 'young, dumb and full of cum' had only one thing on his mind now. I knew when the quietest time at the cinema was and after talking to my friend who worked there, I picked a mid afternoon slot where they were often virtually empty. I gave Julie her instructions and went to take up my spot in the cinema walkway. I had no idea if she would show. .................... I could not believe that I was putting myself in such a position as this. Dressed the same way I had walked the town in the first night of my torment, I entered the cinema and sat where I had been instructed, right on the back row. I settled to watch the film but I couldn't concentrate, my senses were alive to every little movement around me. After a while the inevitable happened, a boy of about 20 or so came and sat right next to me. I tried to ignore him but he started making rude and lewd comments and coming on to me. I knew I had to comply with my abuser and let this loathsome individual touch me. He began running his hand up my leg and tried to push his hand up my skirt. I grimaced as I allowed his hand access and felt his fingers reach my stocking tops. "Fucking hell, he said, you have come ready for action haven't you!" After several minutes of this groping, whilst trying to get past my defenses and put his fingers on the crotch of my panties, he leaned into me and said. "Suck my cock girl." I was mortified, it was disgusting and I was not going to stand for it. As he tried to pull me down to his groin area, I fought him off until my phone made the familiar ping of a message received. I used this as an excuse to untangle myself from his octopus like groping and read the message. "DO IT." I was shocked and suddenly looked around me in a panic. Where was he? How did he know what was happening? I felt all resistance leave me, my blackmailer was somewhere he could see us. I was not going to be able to get out of this without doing as he demanded. Taking me for a loose woman, the boy lay back as he realized that he was about to get lucky. All the stories about the 'old slut' were true, here she was about to perform oral sex on him. Without any finesse, he quickly fumbled in his trousers and took out his semi rigid penis. I don't know what he took my hesitation for (I think he thought I was impressed and wanted to savour the moment) but in a mocking tone he said, "Come on darling, it won't bite you," and laughed. As I lowered myself towards his groin, I saw his hard angry looking penis. It was about the same size as my late husbands. I encircled the girth with my fingers and felt the hot, powerful, pulsing, throbbing energy within the hard eager penis. I smelled the musty aroma of him as I peeled back his smooth foreskin revealing a swollen, purple, angry head. The last vestiges of my self esteem disappeared and I silently apologized to my late husband for the disgraceful act I was about to perform. I opened my mouth and let my lips encircle the helmet. I was useless. I performed the task in a perfunctory manner. I had given my husband oral sex before on several occasions, however they were always as a precursor to penetration - I simply did it until he was hard enough to penetrate me. I had no technique whatsoever. This horrible boy in the cinema had to tell me how to fellate him. At his prompting, I ran my lips up and down his length, stopping to give the helmet of few sucks now and then, all the time slowly working my hand up and down the penis. He kept raising his hips and trying to push the throbbing pole into the back of my throat, making me gag. As I said before I had only done this before as a way of getting my husband erect, so when this horrible boy grunted and started calling me filthy names, I had no idea what was about to happen. I was taken totally and absolutely by surprise, when his semen suddenly erupted and started filling my mouth. In my total naivety, I had never even considered that someone may actually ejaculate into the woman's mouth. I felt hot salty strings of semen hitting the back of my throat, I could feel jet after jet of his hot juice coating the insides of my cheeks and laying in cables along my tongue. He jerked his hips towards my face each time yet another hot jet flew into my unwilling mouth. I instinctively tried to pull away from this spewing rod in my mouth, but he held my head down by grabbing a handful of my hair. On and on he jerked until finally sated, he let go of my hair and sank back into his chair. Free of these constraints, with my mouth full of a man's semen for the first time ever, I pulled my head up and away from him. Without thinking I simply opened my mouth to rid myself of the foul substance. My face was still pointed down towards his groin, so therefore the semen simply ran from my mouth all over his penis, testicles and his trousers. "You stupid, dirty fucking whore, he snarled at me when he saw the damage, what the hell am I going to tell my girlfriend when I get home and my clothes are covered in jizz? You useless fucking bitch." ............................. It was fucking hilarious! As I watched the old slut blow my mate, suddenly she seemed to lose control over his spunk in her mouth and coughed it all back up. I assumed she had sucked many cocks and swallowed more semen than the Bermuda Triangle at her age, so I could only put it down as an accident. "The photos are going to be fucking awesome," I laughed. I watched as Julie hastily grabbed her things and timidly hurried away under a torrent of abuse from Paul. She scurried down the aisle and out of the cinema. I was excited and eager to push on with the plans I had for the old slut. I was tempted to try and have her myself, but I was unsure whether to expose myself to her at this point. As I had no idea if she had ever seen me in the office adjoining my father's at work, I was worried that if she had, she might put two and two together and somehow work out that it was me who was blackmailing her. I also needed to see just how far she would allow me to push her before refusing to comply with my orders. I wanted to watch (and photograph) her getting fucked. I wanted to fuck her myself, but it wasn't as though I was missing out on a virgin or anything by letting someone else go first. She must have had plenty cock in her time, so me waiting one more in line wouldn't make any difference. .......................... A couple of days passed after my enforced oral sex with the stranger in the cinema. I had battled with myself over the morals of what I had done and (surprisingly for me) decided I could not condemn myself totally, as the fate that would befall me should I not comply was worse (or was it to such a clean living woman as me?) I began to hope that I had paid my penance as the days came and went with no further contact, but my life took another dramatic turn with the arrival of the days post. The instructions ordered me to go out that evening, to dress as instructed and to go to a certain bar. My heart was sinking and my life taking another lurch into the abyss as I read on. A man would approach me and open a conversation about the decor in the bar. I was to do as he wished. ........................ I had another friend I decided to use for the next stage. Tom was like Paul, namely cunt-mad. I primed him with a cover story about this older woman I had heard about and 'wound him up' to it. I posted the instructions (avoiding traceable electronic communications that one day may be evidence against me.) and awaited the next installment with ever increasing excitement. ....................... I won't even bother explaining the torment and turmoil my mind was in as I agonized over the decision of what to do. Suffice it to say the usual threats of imprisonment, accompanied by photographs of me in a cinema with a man's penis in my mouth and with sperm gushing from my mouth, helped me make the terrible, terrible choice. As I walked down the street I could hear my heels clicking on the pavement, I hesitated at the doorway to the pub, took a deep breath and entered. I got a drink at the bar and sat down in a quiet corner. It was quite a while before I noticed a small puny looking guy leant against the bar staring at me. I instantly knew. Avoiding his gaze I looked everywhere in the bar but at him. It wasn't long before he walked over, helped himself to a seat and announced in a cocky and arrogant fashion, "This dump could do with a lick of paint, what you think Darling?" God this was him, and going by his attitude he somehow knew I was available. This made him even more obnoxious, knowing he was on a sure thing did nothing for his manners, personality or his behaviour. "Why are you doing this to me?" I whispered timidly. "Doing what Lady? Just trying to be friendly that's all," he replied. I could tell straight away that this moron was too stupid to be my tormentor. No he was in the shadows somewhere waiting to watch and record my cruel abuse. Something inside me snapped. I knew that I had no choice, so in a moment totally out of character I simply decided to get on with it, to endure, to get home to my post-ordeal bath and to the safety of my sofa. I imagined myself wrapped in a robe, clean and safe and I just wanted to be there sooner rather than later. Without any more preamble I led him outside the bar of the bar, as instructed. We went around the back of a small out building that was used as a bottle store. It was there, stood with my back to the wall, my skirt around my waist, my stocking clad legs and heels apart, my panties on the floor still wrapped around one ankle, that I allowed only the second man in life to enter my personal, private and most intimate part. I felt him fumbling with his hard length in his hand. My brain had registered imminent sexual activity and started lubricating my vagina as a natural reaction, I was only just wet enough for him to enter me however. I was not sopping wet, I was not turned on or gagging for him, I was numb. The feeling of this obnoxious boy taking from me something which was so precious, private and intimate to me, something only my loving late husband had enjoyed, simply left me cold. As his penis fully entered me and started to hump into me, I felt nothing, only a distant and detached recognition of what was happening to me. I was not entirely numb though, I was aware enough of what was being done to me, to bring me to quiet, silent tears. After only a few moments, 'that thing' inside me grunted and spilled his filthy, disgusting sperm up inside my private depths. It was unceremonious, cold and clinical and when he pulled out of me I could hear it dripping onto the cold hard floor between my lewdly spread legs. "Oh Robert I am so, so sorry for this, I silently prayed to my late husband, please understand and forgive me," I wept. ............................. From my vantage point I was disappointed to say the least. The old slut was a cold fish. I expected Tom to give her a good fucking (which he singularly failed to do) but he was just pussy-happy and I could understand his poor performance, but this woman must be such an old whore, that one more cock was almost an irrelevance to her. She simply stood there and took it like a bored old pro. "That gives me an idea," I thought. ......................... Later that evening, after I had washed the shame physically from my body, I sat trying to erase the mental shame and trauma. I sat on my sofa wrapped in my robe slowly starting to feel normal again I had a bottle of wine open and had got out all my old photo albums. I browsed through the old pictures of me and my husband and basically through what had been my life, before my catastrophic mistake of stealing which had led me here. I mused over happy memories of my marriage to the good, solid dependable man. He had never been cruel, or abusive, or mistreated me in any way, for one single day of all those years. Although my husband never ignited any passion or excitement in our lives, he was still a good and caring man, and now more than ever I missed him. The one place in all the world that had belonged to him and him alone, had been violated. I again cried myself to sleep that night, through my own immoral theft, my life had hit rock bottom. Or so I thought. ............................ The cold, calm manner that Julie was showing made me realize that my plans would have to be revised. I wanted to 'break her' before I broke cover and started out on my mission. I wanted a complicit, compliant and submissive woman that I could take my pleasure from. She didn't seem to be responding to my attacks on her, then again for an old slut they hadn't been particularly awful to endure. A bit of leg in public, a blowjob and a quickie around the back were not actions you would expect to break the spirit of a mature, experienced slut were they? ....................... The letter arrived two days later - and it shattered what was left of my world. Dear Slut. Tonight you will dress yourself in the usual clothes, drive to the end of Crown Street and stand at the end of the alley that runs behind the shops. You WILL take the first customer that comes along. There is to be no refusal based on any criteria whatsoever, the first man to approach you is the first man you take, understand? You will prostitute yourself to whoever approaches you. This arrangement is for one occasion only. After this one instance you may return home, you are not being forced to do any more tricks than this, this is not a new life for you. It is a one-off performance, for you to prove to me you can do as you are told when the stakes are raised. Enclosed are copies of the photos taken of your performance behind the pub the other night. They and all the others will be on a voyeur site on the internet within the hour if you don't comply. This shouldn't worry you unduly as such sites are blocked in prisons so you won't be in danger of seeing them (although every person you know will be posted a link.) Go to it and enjoy yourself! ............................. The following evening I stood in the appointed spot and watched as the small, weedy looking old man approach me. The thoughts and feelings I suffered and the dialogue that followed, is irrelevant. I agreed the fee and led him to my car. There in a darkened street my panties around one ankle, I was about to allow myself to be violated for money. If my shame wasn't bad enough, the old man pulled a condom from his pocket and started to put it on. At first I was thankful until the implication actually hit me. He was putting on the condom to protect himself from ME, I was just a dirty whore that a man couldn't take any chance of catching a disease from! For some reason I actually looked down as the condom covered penis pushed it's way in, splitting my little curly triangle, pushing my labia apart and entering me. I watched as this old strange man penetrated me and used me as a whore. He mauled my breasts over my blouse then insisted that I, "Show him the tits." I unbuttoned my blouse and made to undo my bra, when he unceremoniously put his hand in each cup and heaved my breasts out. "Bit saggy ain't they," he taunted me and went back to watching his hard penis violate me, as my breasts bounced violently on my chest. He banged into my vagina which by now had completely lubricated. I could feel every last inch of him inside me. This was hell on earth. I wished my life was over as he rammed as far into me as he could, grunted for a while then withdrew, but even then my degradation wasn't quite finished. There was one more indignity waiting that would be the final straw. When he had gone I stood shakily and bent to pull my panties up, to cover my exposed and abused vagina. There on the dirty street I saw the used condom. I stared at it, glistening with what I knew to be my own vaginal juices, knowing that it had just been in my most intimate part. When I stared numb at the pool of thick white semen inside, just discarded in the street, I thought of how that very semen (from a total stranger) had been shot deep inside me, separated from the inside of my vagina and my cervix by just a very thin membrane, it revolted me entirely. I broke. .......................... I watched rapt as my little scene unfolded before me, however as everything finished I saw Julie standing staring at the floor. Then everything in life changed. Julie started to cry, she awkwardly pulled up her panties and walked to her car. Once she was inside I witnessed a woman in total, complete and abject misery. She sobbed and wailed, not little tears of someone a little upset, she cried the heart wrenching, uncontrollable, inconsolable tears that you associate with the loss of a loved one. Her shoulders hitched and heaved as I watched her heart break in two. Oh God what had I done? How had I got things so wrong? After the car drove away I came from my hiding place and stared at where Julie's car had been parked. The full realization of what I had done was starting to hit me. I went home and throughout the evening the feelings grew and grew. What a fucking asshole, bastard, low-life piece of shit I was. I ran out of names with which to castigate myself. If you only do something a little mean to someone you feel really shitty, so can you imagine the extreme of how I felt now? All night and for days I hated myself, although I didn't know to what extent I had misjudged her at that moment in time, I knew enough to realize I had got things badly wrong. I was Jack, the world champion piece of shit. However I then realized I was just doing the same as before. "What about Julie you pond-life, I thought. Here I am, even after all I had done to her, I was only concerned for how I felt and how my terrible behaviour had rebounded on me." I resolved to not rest until I had made this right. "How can you make things right, you can't undo things you asshole?" I thought, but I determined to at least try. The first thing I had to do, before I could attempt any salvation, I had to put a stop to her torment and the only way to do that was to convince her it was all over. I couldn't just go to her and confess all and promise to stop, so I considered all options and came up with my plan. I studied Julie's personnel file and made discrete inquiries about varies aspects of her life, movements, habits etc. etc. I knew the lunchtimes that Julie took and found out she always used the staff canteen for her meal. At work I had hardly ever been seen by the store workers, so now was time to change all that. The next lunchtime, I went to the staff canteen. As I got my food and looked around for Julie, There she was, sat alone and looking thoroughly miserable. "May I sit here?" I asked. It seemed to break her from some form of reverie. "Sorry? Oh yes, err it's not taken no," she replied. For six consecutive work days I put myself into Julie's company. I didn't want to be a bull at a gate. Patience was the key. ................................ As I was eating lunch, a boy I had never met before joined me. It was an annoyance, I wanted my self pity to be private. However for a few days this became the norm. He introduced himself as Jack, the son of Mr. Grove the owner of the store. As I said I didn't really want the company, but when he told me who he was, or more importantly, what he did here, I was afraid. This was the son of the very man I had destroyed myself to hide my theft from. However he was incredibly polite, he paid me compliments (which in my life had been so few and far between) and he seemed to be going out of his way to make me relaxed and happy. We had been having these luncheon chats for quite a while and I was starting to enjoy and look forward to him being around me. I had received no further demands from my blackmailer, (although I knew more would come, each more depraved than the last) when out of the blue Jack asked me to call for a drink somewhere after work, so we could get away from the work environment. This was a bad idea as the very day he wanted me to go was the anniversary of my husband's death. However to cut a long story short on how I agonized over the decision, I let him talk me into it. .......................... I took Julie for a drink after work. I was getting to like her more and more, which had the effect of making me feel even worse about what I had done. That evening changed everything - it gave me my chance to stop her torment. As the evening wore on Julie had had a little too much to drink. She had told me it was the anniversary of her husband's death, so with the drink making her a little morose also, she started to go very quiet and looked a little upset. "What's the matter Julie? I asked, you look troubled?" It all came out - chapter and verse. The theft, the blackmail and the horrific time she had been subjected to (sexual details kept to an absolute minimum.) She told me because she was drunk, she told me because she was dreadfully unhappy, she told me because I was the owner's son and she told me because I was her friend!! My actions had been those of a complete and utter bastard, regardless of the victim's circumstances, but when I realized that I had taken a very shy, naive, innocent (yes innocent) respectable lady and ripped up everything her life had meant and abused every moral by which she had lived, I hated myself. When I had treated a lady like her in that way, not only treated her as a slut and a whore, but tried to turn her into one, I couldn't have felt more of a low life if I had tried. Her hands were clasped together on the table. I put my hands over hers and said (with a little tear in my own eye, feeling for her and her plight) "Don't you worry for a second longer sweetheart, I began. I promise you this thing is over, I will move heaven and earth to take this burden from you, you must trust me, you will be happy again." "Oh Jack do you mean that, or are they well meaning but empty words just to make me feel better?" Julie sobbed. It was my chance for a credible ending. Now that she had told me I was free to act, I now officially knew the situation and any action would not reveal that I knew about her troubles already. I waited a few days and arranged to take her out again. .............................. "Right now sweetheart listen to me, said Jack as he held my hands over the table. I have done some investigating myself, I have called on I.T. experts in the company and we have run searches on who has been accessing the data that concerns you." He paused for a little drink and I waited on tenterhooks. "Please go on," my voice just managed to croak. "I have identified who has been blackmailing you and I have sorted him out." Jack announced. "Oh Jack who was it? Have you called the Police? I stammered. "No Julie we don't want this going any further, he has been sacked, we have taken possession of his PC and have deleted all photos and files, he now holds nothing on you." Again he paused for a drink, then continued, "I myself have corrected all transactions over the relevant period, Julie there is no evidence left that you ever did anything wrong, and the person in question has been threatened with hospitalization if we ever see or hear of him again. It's over Julie." I could not contain myself, this beautiful sweet young boy had saved me. He was my knight in shining armour and was solely responsible for turning my life from the abyss, to one where I was genuinely becoming happy again. I began to look forward to my friendly outings with Jack, I mean I began to REALLY look forward to them. Here I was, a mature woman and the most important person in my life at this moment was a 22 year old boy. .................... I had been taking Julie out for a few weeks now (Initially through guilt and remorse, but now through genuine affection) and she had become a new woman to me. Gone was the distraught unhappy woman with the weight of the world on her shoulders and in it's place was a wonderful special replacement. As I said earlier I had a very particular taste for the mature woman and as we saw more of each other I realized that Julie was the very type of woman I yearned for. I began to look at her, not as I had previously (when I was a perverted abuser) but with a more discerning and appreciative eye. Julie was pretty, in a lady-next-door manner. She was not a MILF or a GILF. Julie was not an in-your-face cougar, a bleached blonde, plastic tits, heavily made up, type of older woman that turned your head. But she was beautiful to me. ....................... I was having a lovely evening with Jack when everything suddenly changed. I had never had a proper courtship, as I had been betrothed to Robert almost since our parents first met. Tonight as we laughed at something we suddenly stopped and simply looked at each other. I know that everyone else in the world would have already experienced that moment, when you and the person you are with realize that you feel the same about each other. For me it was such a magical, exciting moment, when for the first time in my life a man and I looked into each others eyes and knew. ....................... I took Julie home and walked her to her door, I was nervous yet excited. As I said goodnight I leant forward to kiss her. She seemed to hesitate, so I pulled back just as she then leant forward. We were like two kids in the playground not able to get it right. It was childlike fumbling yet incredibly sweet. We finally moved towards each other together and I gave Julie a simple kiss on the lips that only lasted a few seconds but meant everything. Julie opened her eyes and held my gaze before sweetly saying. "Goodnight Jack, I will see you tomorrow." She turned from me and went into the house, closing the door behind her and leaving me stood on her step, gazing at her door like a moron. ....................... I had entered the house and leant back on the door for support as my legs were shaking. I barely slept that night. I was going out with Jack again tonight and I was excited about it. In fact I was so nervous and excited, heart thumping and all of a quiver, that I was all thumbs as I clumsily tried to fasten the straps of my suspender belt to my stockings. .................... I am really looking forward to seeing Julie tonight. She might be 50 and I am only 22, but today I became aware of a shocking fact. I was falling in love with her. ...................... I have no idea of the thought process my mind was going through when I went shopping today. The symbol of my abuse and degradation had been the lingerie that my abuser had forced me to wear. I had burned the obnoxious items to enable me to get closure from that period of the past, but that didn't mean I couldn't buy very similar items myself, in order to dress prettily and nicely for my wonderful date. I had a large mobile mirror in the bedroom, the type which was on wheels and pivoted from top to bottom. I stood in front of that mirror tonight looking at myself dressed in such a manner, aware of all the implications of such an act and fully aware of the possible outcome later that night. I also thought that I may be a silly old woman who has totally lost the plot and would send the boy she had fallen in love with into headlong flight with such a wanton act. I am not a boastful woman, boasting is a sin, but after the heartbreak my life has given me up to now, I make no apologies for my vanity or conceit - I thought I looked very pretty and sensual and not a little sexy! When I left the house that night I didn't know whether I would return with my man, or alone again probably forever. I had never dressed like this for my husband and had only dressed like this in which to be abused, tonight for the first time in my life I dressed as a woman with needs, wants and desires and I felt both excited and incredibly nervous should my actions backfire. ........................... I would normally meet Julie outside the restaurant, but having business to attend to before my date, I was unsure of what time I would arrive. After complaints from Julie, I persuaded her to meet me inside the restaurant (Ladies did not enter such establishments unaccompanied, was her upbringing.) As it happened, I did arrive first and I decided to wait inside for her. When she walked through the door she looked an absolute picture. She didn't stop all conversation, she didn't cause all heads to turn, she wasn't that sort of woman, but she made my heart skip a beat (and yes a few heads did turn) when she gave her coat to the doorman. Julie had on a lovely pretty little cocktail dress, which stopped just above the knee. There was not anything that hit you in the face about her as she walked across the reception area towards me, but man there was something about her, different and sensual. Then it hit me what was different. Julie was wearing heels that were probably too high for her given what she was used to, yet that was the very thing that made her look spectacular (to me.) It was her awkwardness as she tottered her way across the restaurant that actually made her more sexy than if she had actually been trying, or had she been some up-her-own-ass cougar. When Julie reached the area used as an ante-room where I was waiting for her, the natural thing in the world was to greet each other with our first ever proper kiss. It was the most spontaneous and mutual act, it felt the most natural thing in the world. ....................... I can't tell you how good or bad the restaurant was. I have no idea if the food was to be recommended or not, we did not stay long enough to find out. As we sat facing each other on chairs in the ante room awaiting our table, we just looked at each other and touched hands from time to time. These chairs simply faced each other, there was no table or anything between us. It was at that moment my life changed forever. I have no idea why Jack decided to do what he did, but as we talked our nervous small talk, Jack (after checking the coast was clear) slid his hand up my leg, underneath my dress and did no more than tenderly caress my thigh. His body seemed to stiffen slightly and momentarily as his fingers found my stocking top and he realized how I had dressed. His fingers explored and caressed the top of my stocking, the suspender clasp and my leg. He ran his fingers over and over the point where my stockings met my white milky thigh, delicately feeling the contrast, and when I deliberately crossed one leg over the other, he could feel the taut strap as it tugged on the stocking top. It may sound boring in this world of wild extreme sexual lifestyles, but that single innocuous act had all the symbolism and unspoken meaning it would ever need. I took one more sip of my drink and stood, Jack following my lead. We took each others hand and made our way out of the bar. The walk to the car (my heels the only sound in the street) the short drive home, the walk from the car to the house, as I unlocked the door and we entered, were all carried out in complete silence, not a word passed between us. I allowed Jack to symbolically lead me by the hand upstairs to my bed. We moved into each others arms and I was a little surprised that our kiss wasn't urgent or feverish. We kissed tenderly, gently and slowly, until I broke our embrace and stepped back from him. I turned my back and Jack instinctively knew what I needed him to do. I could have unzipped my dress myself, but it seemed much sexier if I allowed him to do it. He reached out and slowly drew down the zipper on my dress then stepped away again. Turning to face him again, my heart pounding in my chest, fit to burst, I grabbed my dress and eased it from my shoulders. I drew it down to my breasts and then below. The dress slid slowly down my body until it fell to the floor unaided. I stood before him like I had never stood before another man. Jack stared at me intensely, he could also see me in the mirror that was behind me. His eyes flitting from me to the mirror, where he could see the pretty little black lacy triangle at the top of my bum and the thin material as is disappeared into the cleft of my bottom. My ass was on full display to him. I reached behind and unclasped my bra, then cupping it in my hands I started to let it fall from my breasts, but I held it in place for a few seconds more, before lowering it fully exposing my breasts to him. They fell forward and sagged slightly as they relaxed at fell to their natural position. My body was wracked with excitement and nervous tension. "What if he doesn't like them? What if they turn him off?" I did not have the breasts of a young girl after all. Jack stood unmoved, I thought that I repulsed him, but he was simply 'taking me all in'. The time had come and as sexily as I could I grasped the thin lacy material of my panties, lowering them until they lay around my ankles on the floor, I revealed my neat black curly triangle at the junction of my legs. It was tight and black but the growth wasn't heavy enough to hide my puffy, swollen lips beneath. I was naked in front of this boy. I moved to unclasp one of my suspender straps. ........................... "No leave them on," my voice croaked unable to speak properly. Julie stood in front of me an absolute picture of everything I loved about mature women. How her stance looked in heels and stockings was awesome, her pussy looked so sweet and pretty and her tits as they fell forward gave me a massive twinge in my pants. They were not saggy as far as being empty or flat, they still were full and a great shape, their weight had slowly pulled them down as the nipples and areole pointed down slightly just as I had learned to love them. ......................... Jack gave me a little smile of appreciation, which sent a wave of butterflies fluttering through my stomach and 'other places'. This made me relax as my fears were washed away. He quickly pulled off his top, then his shoes and socks and then looking at me full of apprehension himself now, wasted no time in pushing down his trousers and shorts. He stepped out of them and stood naked before me. It had only taken seconds. "Oh my God," I said to myself as all my fears returned in one instant. Jack was very well endowed, he had a wonderful looking penis, so long, so thick so.. so... just so BIG. I am sure the women of the world would be ecstatic about seeing him built like this, but I was just nervous about disappointing him and being too inexperienced to handle him. We moved together and kissed again. After a while kissing I made the move I thought he would expect me to make. I started to bend my knees and lower myself before him, the inference clear and obvious. I was willing to take him in my mouth. ........................ I stopped Julie's movement and pulled her back up. "No, not now," I whispered to her. I thought to myself, there would be plenty of time later for sucking my cock, for me eating her pussy and for wild, raunchy fucking in various places, positions etc, for now my instinct told me what to do. ...................... Jack walked me back to the bed and slowly lowered me onto my back. He bent forward and as I waited for him to suck my nipples, he simply placed a single kiss on each. Jack did the same to my vagina, as I waited for a lust filled assault on me with his tongue, he simply licked the length of my rapidly flowering lips and just barely pushed his tongue an inch or so inside me. I think he was checking how ready I was for him. He told me to get into the middle of the bed, which I did. I then assumed the natural position women have been taking since time began, I lay back, bent my knees back and opened my legs. I whispered quietly and pleadingly, "Please be gentle with me." God did I really just say that? I couldn't believe that a woman my age could sound like a frightened virgin on her wedding night! What came out of my mouth was straight from a trashy novel or an old black and white weepy movie. Yet I did not feel embarrassed by my words I truly meant them. He would need to take me slowly until I got used to his size. There was to be no foreplay, we were both ready and it seemed so natural for Jack to just take me. He positioned himself between my legs and as I watched in awe, his huge shaft moved towards my vagina and gently nudged my swollen lips. Jack moved over on top of me propping himself on his elbows, our faces inches apart and as we gazed into each others eyes he gently entered me. Oh the wonderful feeling of him nudging me open, the head of his large penis forced my small little opening to stretch wider and wider to accommodate him. Jack did not just plunge into me, for what seemed like an eternity all he did was rock the head of his huge penis in and out of my opening. It was like being entered by him for the first time over and over. The sensations were driving me crazy, the small pink lips that were by now sodden gripped him like they never wanted to let him go again. Then I felt him slowly start to push himself a little further each time, and I realized that the gentle probing had readied my insides to accept him. As inch by glorious inch pushed into me, I could feel my wet pink walls being forced apart, they stretched open around his girth, the sensation of which I had never experienced before. Suddenly Jack had given me all he had to give. I was amazed and actually felt a little proud, "I had my beautiful boy and his wonderful penis fully and totally inside me, oh what a feeling." I thought. Jack was whispering things in my ear about loving me, he used words to describe how wonderful it was to be doing what he was doing to me. This influence would change my vocabulary at a stroke. I suddenly found myself urging him, telling him how wonderful he was making me feel. His cock, my tits, my pussy became part of my speech and I even shocked myself when I heard myself urging him to 'fuck me' (the C word would never be part of my vocabulary, I was too old fashioned for that) The slow build up inside me was reaching boiling point. I had been driven wild with his steady thrusting into the very core of me, "Was he actually touching my cervix? Oh yes he was" I looked up at my man and the poor thing looked like he was hanging on for dear life. I realized he was desperately trying not to cum, the thought that he put me, my feelings and needs first, made me love him more in that very instant. He had struggled long enough. I just simply let myself go. The indescribable feelings that were making me writhe and twist on the bed were out of this world. When those familiar first stirrings that tell you an orgasm had started and can't be stopped, first stirred and then started it's journey through my lower stomach into my pussy, making the nerve ends dance and quiver, it became all consuming. Not only were my delicate lips stretched around his manhood, but the walls of my vagina also seemed to be gripping him vice-like. My pussy was twitching, spasming and convulsing when I heard the screaming in my ears. Then someone set off a firework display deep in my vagina, the explosions made the other feelings pale in comparison. I had the orgasm of my life. Content that he had looked after my side of things, Jack let himself go too. I felt him quicken slightly and a couple of gasps escaped his mouth. His big cock seemed to suddenly become even bigger and he pushed himself into me to the very limit. I swear I could feel his cock pulsing, throbbing and swelling. I also swear I could feel each jet of scalding, thick, creamy, virile, semen as it hit my cervix with unbelievable force. I felt each and every jet as he came again and again deep inside the intimate depths of my pussy, I felt it flooding my vagina, as it too seemed to pulse with the last throes of orgasm. We lay together panting and trying to recover from the body wracking climax we had both experienced. In time Jack moved away from me, the pressure of holding himself on his arms becoming a strain. We lay beside each other, me with my legs tightly shut to keep his cum inside me, I knew at this point I would normally grab tissues from the bedside drawers and run to the toilet holding them against myself until I could clean myself up. Yet laid with Jack I knew I didn't want to do that. I was still a little shy and embarrassed and didn't want him to see what I wanted to do, so I raised the knee nearest to him in an effort to hide my actions. Opening my legs, I lowered my hand stealthily down, my fingers brushing through my pubic bush and I touched myself. I couldn't believe how it felt, it was a disaster area, I was so incredibly saturated and slick with combined juices covering my swollen satisfied pussy I could hardly feel it! But what I could feel and what I wanted to feel, was my lover boy's semen as it ran from me, through my fingers, tickling my bum as it ran over it in a torrent and onto my clean, crisp bed sheets. Somehow it all seemed to validate me as a woman at last. I lay in that state feeling very sexy, feminine and womanly. Jack eventually moved because he needed to pee, which I was glad for, as there was something I needed to do. When he was in the bathroom I slid my body down the bed and brought my face close to the huge sodden patch that had ran from my pussy. I leaned forward and touched it with my fingers, I put my nose to it and drank in the heady, musty smell. Most of our love making juice had soaked in to the sheets, but because there was so much cum, some still sat on top of the sheet. I put my lips to this cocktail made from love and sucked it into my mouth. I tasted 'us'. Jack returned to 'our' bed and lay beside me, I snuggled into the crook of his arm and felt incredibly loved, wanted, safe and protected. I lazily played with his large cock, for no other reason but to feel it beside me. I wasn't ready for more sex, if fact when Jack started to stir 'down there' I jumped from the bed. "Where are you going babe? don't leave me now," he pleaded. "Darling I have no intention of leaving you ever again, believe me, but just for now I need to freshen up," I explained. I knew we had not finished (I prayed we had not finished!) but now we had our first beautiful coupling out of the way, I knew when we made love next time then we would do all the other things to each other as well. I wanted to be as sweet, clean and fresh for my lover as possible. When I moved towards the shower, Jack offered and then was disappointed, when I rejected his idea of showering together. I was still shy and embarrassed, I didn't want him to watch the very personal act of cleaning myself between my legs. I didn't want him to see me soaping off the dried crusty semen that matted my pubic bush - not yet anyway. After both showering we went downstairs dressed in robes (Jack wearing my husband's was a little hard for me, but I knew that I had to move on.) I had put my stockings and suspenders and heels back on underneath my robe. I didn't ask Jack if this was what he wanted, I just knew. I made some food and we sat recharging our batteries. .......................... Making love to Julie had been all I could ever have expected and now sat together cuddling after eating, I wanted her again. I kissed her longingly, gently biting her bottom lip, twirling my tongue around hers and enjoying the taste of her, but I wanted to taste more. There was absolutely no resistance as I eased her robe from her shoulders, opening it at the same time and it pushing back away from her body. Her tits were still full and shapely, they sagged and hung downwards slightly just like a real woman's should. I kissed, licked, sucked and teased her nipples and areole for what seemed an age, I couldn't get enough of them, they were awesome. I had to move on eventually, my ultimate goal was to taste her gorgeous pussy for the first time. I kissed my way down her body, as I passed her navel and my face brushed her curly mound, Julie seemed to tense then twitch a little as though she had just received a little electric shock. Julie lay back on the sofa and I knelt on the floor between her legs. I pushed her thighs apart and looked at her pussy for the first time properly. He curly black triangle was just right, it was neat and trim naturally rather than manicured, her outer puffy lips opened before me as I watched, revealing that neat, sweet, tight looking pussy. The wet pink lips protecting the inside of her pussy from view were smallish but perfectly formed (I had seen thousands of porn models in photos after being 'airbrushed') Julie's pussy was perfect naturally. I leant forward taking in the sight and smell of her, put my mouth to her pussy and gently kissed her. I didn't want to rush, but I was so excited by her and just wanted to dive on her. I pulled her tiny lips apart with mine and sucked each one in turn into my mouth, I licked the length of her opening and grazed my tongue over her clitoris. Julie seemed to jump at every touch and when I pushed my tongue inside her, tasting her dripping wetness by curling back my tongue to draw as much of her beautiful juice into my mouth, she arched her back and pushed her groin hard against my face. ......................... My husband had given me a few cursory licks down there over the years (usually just to test how ready for penetration I was) but amazingly this was the first time a man had ever done this to me in earnest. As Jack nibbled away at every wonderfully sensitive and tender part of me I was in heaven. I was not expecting to cum again after the love making earlier, it didn't even occur to me that it was possible having never done it before. Suddenly my pussy seemed to lurch and twitch and in an instant I knew I was going to orgasm again. The gentle way Jack very lightly grazed my clitoris with just the very tip of his tongue, barely touching me, sent me over the edge. This orgasm was different from the deep inside one I had had earlier. This concentrated around my opening and my clitoris. As the sensation built getting stronger and stronger until I came screaming and bucking with my hands around Jack's head trying to drown him, (I came so hard and gushed so much I nearly did) My vagina had been hooked up to the mains, electric shocks seemed to be hitting me every few moments, which had been so intense they now became a little painful as Jack continued to lick and kiss and stimulate me. "Stop, stop, oh please Jack stop, oh Jack keep going, no Jack please stop. I couldn't decide what I wanted, the pain/pleasure of the post orgasm stimulation of my quivering clitoris was torture, every time he flicked my engorged button, a painful shock - no pleasurable - no painful - no, oh I couldn't decide, but it made me jolt and buck and writhe. We lay together for a while in my post orgasmic bliss, until I decided I needed to have him in my mouth. I twisted around and sank to my knees before him. His cock was big, long, thick, heavy and menacing. I took Jack in my hand and slowly worked my hand up and down his shaft. I marveled at the raised muscle that ran along the underside and at the large blue vein alongside the top. I pulled his foreskin back, licked the helmet and kissed the tip of his cock, before sliding it into my wet and oh so willing mouth. ............................ I watched as Julie made love to my cock. She simply worshipped it. The sensual and sensuous way she took me in her mouth was unhurried and loving. Little moans escaped her from time to time as she made love to a man's cock with her mouth for the first time. I watched and felt her take each of my balls into her mouth and gently suck them, I watched as she licked the entire length of my shaft slowly and tenderly and I watched as she gently kissed the head of my cock, then sucked me into her mouth and took as much of me inside as she could. I wanted to cum in my beautiful woman's mouth and I knew she wanted me to, but not yet. I knew that if I came again now, I may be spent for the night and I wanted to make love to her again more than any thing in the world. I gently pushed her head and mouth from me and whispered, "Not now babe, and after the look of disappointment on her face I continued, There will be plenty of time in the future to pleasure each other, but now I want you." ................................... I was disappointed, but Jacks words made me so happy at the same time, "There will be plenty of time in the future..." meant this was not a one-off, this boy didn't just want to fuck me. He loved me and would be around forever! He led me back upstairs to what was his new home - my bed. I lay back on the bed awaiting him when he said "Turn over." I did without a second's hesitation, the way he said it was like a command and I was only too willing to obey. My body seemed to slightly jump and give an involuntary twitch and a little quiver as I realized I found it quite exciting to be ordered like this. Jack guided me onto all fours. Without prompting I spread my knees wide, opening myself up to him. ......................... This was the position I had wanted Julie to be in from the first moment fucking her crossed my mind. I moved up behind her and put my hands on her ass. Her gorgeous pussy was there, open and available to me. I used my thumbs to pull her pussy lips further apart and a string of her juices hung across her opening, stuck to each pink sodden lip. I wanted to look at her forever, but my cock ached, almost painfully, to be inside her again. I put the head of my straining rock hard cock against her sweet wet lips and slowly entered her. It felt wonderful. As I started to slowly fuck her I looked to the side, I could see us in the large mobile mirror. Watching myself enter this stocking clad gorgeous woman was wonderful, I realized I could see her tits swinging backwards and forwards as a result of my thrusting and not only that, but her nipples scraped and grazed across the sheets as well, I was in heaven. I wanted her like this, I wanted her in all sorts of positions, hell I wanted everything! After a while I gently pushed her in the small of the back and Julie seemed to get the message. She lowered herself down until her face was flat to the bed in the classic position, which seemed to push her hips and ass higher. .............................. As I lay with my face flat to the bed I realized I was starting straight at myself in the mirror. My god what a beautiful sight. If I say so myself the vision of my stocking clad legs spread obscenely, my bottom in the air making me open to him and my lover positioned behind me was as sexy as hell. I could see his length disappearing and reappearing in and out of me and boy could I feel it as well. .......................................... I kept up my steady rhythm all the time watching my cock and Julie's pussy locked together, the view was incredible. this had to be the best position for sex there was! Each time I slid into Julie she would emit a low groan of pleasure. As I reached the very end of my stroke and was buried fully inside her, I would just thrust that little more. That last little push always made her scream a little with added ecstasy which then went back to the low animalistic groaning as I repeated my stroke. Julie was going to cum I suddenly realized, rather than quickening my thrusting, to force her over the edge (a mistake most men make) I continued to do what I had been doing to get her there in the first place. My slow stroke seemed to delay her orgasm and had the effect of keeping her on the very edge for longer. I was driving her wild. Suddenly Julie burst and my beautiful new girl held the pillow in both fists, her knuckles white with the forceful grip, as she screamed and cried muffled obscenities into the pillow. It was enough for me and as I watched my soaking cock enter her again and again pulling her pink wet lips backwards and forwards gripping my shaft tightly, I came in her. I seemed to cum forever, spilling a torrent of semen into her. ............................. We stayed in that position for a while until I felt that wonderful cock slide from me. Even though it was now flaccid, it seemed to take an age for the full length to leave me and I could feel the walls of my pussy and my tight entrance clinging to him as though they wanted to stop him leaving. As before, at this point I would reach for the tissues and run headlong to the bathroom, but what drove me now I had no idea. I deliberately raised myself upright whilst still kneeling. I kept my legs open and my pussy lips which were gaping wide open, released a torrent of semen and vaginal juices onto the sheets. I looked down as the last long string of cum reached from my pussy to the bed before finally dropping off. I felt so satisfied and loved the feeling of sleeping with this boy, I loved the feeling of wallowing in cum soaked sheets, I deliberately lay so that my tits and nipples were in the pool of cum and were wet with the musty secretions. When the feeling stopped I would shift position so I could feel anew the sensation of cold wet cum against my body. We didn't make love the following morning, we had overslept and had to rush for work, but in the following days we made love at nearly every opportunity, I loved to kneel submissively in front of my lover and worship his cock with my mouth. I finally got to experience a man ejaculating into my (willing) mouth and to experience holding the cum to savour it's taste, to show it cupped on my tongue to my lover and to take it all down into my stomach. My whole attitude and demeanor changed immediately. Obviously being in love does that to you, but I began to feel attractive and sexy. Jack wanted me to wear stockings and suspenders all the time, so I did. Other women would be used to this and regard them as just a piece of functional clothing, but it was all new to me. I didn't 'flash' or let anyone get an 'upskirt' it was not sexual, it just seemed to give me a private little feeling of sexiness. I would sometimes wait until I was alone in the office, I would cross my legs and just run my hand up my own leg. I wasn't wanting to masturbate or anything, I wasn't trying to turn myself on, I simply ran my fingers over my stocking tops, the garter strap and felt the contrast between skin and nylon. I simply loved being a normal sexy woman at last, just like everyone else. .............................. Things eventually came to a head in the relationship we had kept secret. I was alone with Julie in an empty office one day and was stealing a kiss, when my father walked in. He could tell instantly this was not just a pair of horny people having a quick grope. By the way we held each other, by the way we looked at each other and by the tender loving way we gently kissed, my father knew it was serious. "You two better come round tonight for a drink and a discussion don't you think?" he said, then just left. .............................. The night was nerve wracking and horrible for me I was 50 years old and stealing their son's future. But after declarations of love from each of us Helen, Jack's mother and Jim his father, began to see that any opposition was futile and very reluctantly accepted me. We slowly 'came out' as a couple, Jack getting a mixed response from his friends about the virtues or otherwise of having a girlfriend of my age. I on the other hand, got very favourable comments! I was suddenly popular and was welcomed back into the fold enthusiastically. With a young lover I was now very much an equal in their eyes and not the 'nice but a little timid outsider' I had been. When on one stupid occasion, in a wine induced, giggly haze I hinted about Jack being hung, I was inundated with quite lewd and crude remarks and declarations of jealousy. ..................... We had been invited to a rather posh garden party by some of Julie's friends. This wasn't a t-shirt and flip flop party it was a dressing up party. As I stood in the garden, bored stupid by the men all trying to out-boast each other, I happened to look over at Julie. She looked fucking gorgeous and it seemed it wasn't only me that thought so. She was constantly in the company of one man or another and at one stage she was surrounded by male guests. Having been brought out of her puritanical shell, Julie now dressed in modern and sexy clothes, but because being in love gave her the confidence she also acted sexily too. She was becoming radiant. I realized what a class act this beautiful woman was, she held court so politely and demurely. Holding her glass of champagne, wearing her black cocktail dress, she smiled and laughed at their stupid jokes and feigned interest as the words 'Hedge fund' 'Porsche' 'The snow on the Hahnenkamm this year' etc. etc. flooded out. I had tipsy women coming over and being suggestive about me and using drunken innuendo about their husband's endowment and bedroom prowess (or lack of it) and I didn't care. I was watching Julie being flirted with by every man in the place. Every man seemed tanned, wealthy, handsome and charming. And I was fucking jealous. Julie knew this, but was too polite to leave her company, she simply caught my eye. She was wearing lipstick, not bright red or anything, just the very sexy, very pale pink. Julie simply licked her lips whilst looking at me. That's it, nothing more, no rude or crude gestures, just the simple one run around her mouth with her tongue. I was semi hard instantly. This woman was learning the game very quickly. The whole thing nearly blew up as I watched a man grope Julie. I don't know if her suspender strap was making a visible line under her dress, but one guy stood close to her and as they talked he cupped his hand around her bum cheek right where her garter strap was. As he toyed with her suspenders, I flinched and started to rise, when Julie quietly put her hand on his and without a fuss, removed his hand from her ass. Unnoticed by anyone she leant into him and whispered in his ear, to which the man seemed to colour slightly and hurried away from her. I was petulant about her not giving me all her time and was angry that she hadn't made more of a scene with the guy. I was acting like a spoiled brat. Julie came over and patted my cheek and said, "There you go now Jack, why don't you be a good little boy and behave yourself?" I was stunned she treated and talked to me like a naughty child. .......................... I had seen Jack getting angrier and more and more sulky as the party went on. I loved him desperately, but I needed to teach him social graces and ensure he didn't spoil things with his petulance. So I put him down like a naughty child. It was dangerous, but later that night when we discussed it, he accepted that I was right to act as I did. Jack was worried that my whispered conversation was arranging to meet the man or something like that, but when I told him that what I had said was, "My young lover has a 10 inch cock (we never measured it was just a number that came into my head) so unless you measure up you are no good to me, and if you don't take your hand off my body, I will make such a fuss your wife won't fuck you again this side of Christmas." After that day I felt I needed to reassure Jack on his position and his exclusive rights to my body. One night as I lay under him, his huge cock stretching me and filling me, I waited until the point of mutual orgasm, and although such talk didn't come easy to me, I forced myself to tell him. "Oh Jack fuck me, I belong to only you, my pussy belongs to you, you own me, you own my pussy and you can have me, take me, fuck me, at any time and in any way you want." As I screamed in ecstasy both with my own orgasm making my body shudder and with the feeling of young powerful semen being jetted into me, I simply said again, "My pussy is yours now, my darling." .......................... One evening I rigged the PC up to the TV and loaded some porn. I wanted to watch some clips whilst Julie sucked my cock. Julie offered no resistance and on my word she dutifully put her head in my lap and took out my semi hard cock. The whore on the screen was going at the huge black cock in her mouth feverously and I was getting caught up in the moment. I suddenly realized I had handfuls of Julie's hair and I was pumping her head down onto my cock and just fucking her mouth like a whore. I was saying things like, "Suck that cock, you cum slut whore, swallow my cum, bitch," etc. Julie said nothing she simply endured, until I suddenly thought, "Oh my God, what am I doing?" Why was I treating my woman like that? The bleached blonde, fake titted, tattooed whore on the screen was not what turned me on anyway, so why was I doing this? I had fallen in love with Julie exactly because she wasn't that type of woman. I loved her for all her class, conservatism, her innocence and naiveté. Julie had transformed into a sexy woman not a slut or a whore and I needed to grow up and treat the lady as she deserved. (There would be times to come when Julie would want me to treat her like a slut and a whore and would play that role which turned her on, incredibly skillfully, but that was for her to decide and my actions now definitely did not fall into the category of mutual role play. I was just being a dirty, disrespectful bastard.) ........................ One night we were at Jack's parent's house having dinner when Helen made a statement that turned my life in yet another direction. In a thinly veiled attack on our relationship and the age difference within it, she said, "But Julie, Jim and I had great hopes for many grandchildren to immerse ourselves in when we are old," she declared. Grandchildren! The thought hit me instantly and like a hammer. "Oh my God, I want to have Jack's baby." I was still having periods although they were becoming a little sporadic. Although I hadn't been on birth control in my marriage, as after a couple of barren years we discovered my husband was impotent, I had gone on the pill just to regulate my periods. I read how so many women nowadays were becoming mothers in their 50's without complications. I wanted a baby. After consulting Jack one tearful night he was totally enthusiastic about the idea. However in a wonderful and unexpected moment he told me that as my upbringing and my morals were such, he would not hear of the baby being conceived out of wedlock let alone born out of it. He asked me to marry him! In a quiet ceremony only days later I became his wife. I stopped taking the pill the very same day. After that day our lovemaking was elevated to another level. There was always the beautiful lovemaking and of course sometimes a damn good fucking, but the thought of conceiving turned me on even more. Becoming pregnant was a real, practical and physical thing, but I also found it incredibly sexually arousing. When Jack was fucking me I would cry and scream for him to, "Fuck me, fill me with your cum, make me pregnant, impregnate me, breed me." All those words and the idea that that was what this gorgeous boy was doing to me, always sent me over the edge into massive orgasms. After a few months I was beginning to lose hope, but then one missed period later, one anxious wait, holding hands while we waited for the self test kit to change our lives forever, and I was pregnant. ....................... Julie was radiant as a mother-to-be. I could tell how blissfully happy she was. But the greatest thing about it was her tits! They were awesome. Her tits swelled with the pregnancy, her areole darkened, but best of all, the heavy tits sagged even more. As I knew it to only be a temporary condition, I got as much enjoyment out of those tits as one person had any right to do while I could. I would shortly be facing unbeatable opposition for those breasts! .......................... As the conception had had a sexual angle to it, so did the pregnancy. I would stand in the mirror holding my bump and look at Jack sleeping and find myself turned on at the thought this boy had 'bred me'. Walking in the streets, heavily pregnant with a young boy holding my hand, I knew what all the women were saying. "Look at that old slut, she has got herself knocked-up by him." That was the sexual turn on that I experienced, yes I was in public and this young boy had fucked me, I had taken his cum inside me like a slut, he had impregnated me and bred me and it excited me. I now have a beautiful baby daughter, who is fit and healthy and normal. I can't tell you how complete I feel and how blissful my life is, with my beloved child and my knight in shining armour that saved me from such a cruel, vindictive unknown beast.
Been Waiting for Love Ch. 07	58,285	4.84	413,234	[ "interracial romance", "interracial novella", "romance novella", "erotic romance", "erotic drama", "drama" ]	"Didn't you hear me?" Ricky said and waited for one of them to do something other than stand there and look at him. Katrina's hand was still clutching on to Scott's shirt. Her mouth was open but no words were coming out. She had never seen Ricky look at her like that, as if she had betrayed him. Scott just swallowed and decided enough was enough. It was going to be hard but he had to tell him the truth and how it was. "Ricky, look man, Katrina and I have been together for some time now." Scott said. "So you're fucking my sister?" Scott pulled away from Katrina, "It's not like that man. I love and care for Katrina." Ricky narrowed his eyes at Scott as he stared a hole through him. Scott didn't back down, he just wanted Ricky to calm down and listen. "Is that true?" Ricky asked looking at Katrina. She sighed to herself trying not to feel like the little girl she always felt when Ricky confronted her so angry. She looked over at Scott and he had a somewhat pleading look in his eyes as if to say "back us up". "Yes," she swallowed, "It's true." Ricky cleared his throat and turned around looking up at the ceiling. Katrina and Scott exchanged glances trying to decipher what to say next. Katrina nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard Ricky laugh. He turned to them both and shook his head. "Wow, you both dropped a bomb on me, huh?" "We wanted to tell you sooner man. You're my boy and I didn't want you to feel like I went behind your back." "But you did. You did the one thing that I wanted you not to do, but hey you know it's okay. I don't know what I expected from you, you always were shit when it came to loyalty, huh? I guess you wanted to add my sister to that list too." Ricky said and turned to walk off. Scott's eyes widen when he heard those words from Ricky, "Ricky?" Katrina said as he walked off. Scott went after him wanting to know what the hell brought that on. He caught up with Ricky heading to the dining room and grabbed his shoulder. Ricky instantly shrugged him off and turned to face him. "What's that suppose to mean?" Scott said. "You know exactly what that means. You couldn't keep your dick in your pants after I told you do not mess with my family." "Look, I don't know why you're coming at me like I'm some dude off the street, but it's me man. You know me." "Yeah right, I do know you. I know that you have never been in a real relationship and you just fuck around on your girls. Who's always been around to keep your secrets? Me, that's who and you go and do this." Ricky said stepping into Scott's face. "You don't have to remind me what I have done, I already know. I'm trying to tell you that this is different." "And I'm suppose to take your word, that you didn't take advantage of my little sister!" "No, he didn't." Katrina said trying to pry between the two. "Stay out of this Katrina!" Ricky yelled. "Man, don't yell at my girl like that." Scott said feeling his own temperature boil. "Oh, excuse me, your girl? I guess that's suppose to make it all better since now you are actually claiming someone huh?" "Don't forget man, you were with me doing a lot of the same shit I was doing." "You guys, stop!" Katrina tried again, but they still stared at each other. She could see that the both of them were reaching their boiling point. Ricky's fist didn't stop clenching at his side and Scott was turning red. "That's different, you crossed the fucking line!" "There was no line to cross, we just fell for each other." "Not my sister! You are not going to add her to your fuck them and leave them list." "That's up to your sister to decide man and she already said she isn't going any where, so you better deal." "Fuck you man!" Ricky shouted, pushing Scott against the wall, "You're not good enough for her!" "Ricky, will you just stop and listen?" Katrina pleaded. "Listen to what? Some nonsense about you two being in love. He's going to leave you Kat, that's what he always does. He doesn't care about anyone but himself." "Fuck you!" Scott retaliated, pushing him back, "I took care and carried your ass for years!" When Ricky found his stance, he charged Scott and punched him in the face. Katrina let out a scream as Scott pushed Ricky away. Scott didn't want to hurt him, even though he was pissed, he didn't want to fight Ricky. Ricky kept charging after Scott and Scott kept trying to push him off. Katrina came over by the two and still tried to pull them away from each other. Pretty soon, everyone came in to see what the commotion was about. Ricky tackled Scott to the ground which knocked Katrina down and she hit her head against the wall. Scott and Ricky's mom tried to shout at them both to stop. James and Nik came to pull the two away from each other. James held Ricky back as he tried to still go after Scott. Kendra instantly went over to Katrina. Katrina shook her head and grabbed her head. "I'm confused. Did ya'll know you were fighting each other?" Nik asked looking puzzled between the two. "You okay?" Kendra asked, helping her to her feet. Katrina could do nothing but nod. "You know what? Forget this!" Ricky shouted, "I don't need a friend like you. Just stay the fuck out of life! I'm done with you!" Scott shook himself out of Nik's grasp, "Fine by me." Scott turned to walk out, maneuvering away from his father's grasp. "Katrina, come on." Scott said as he walked to the door. "Katrina! Don't you run after him!" Ricky warned. Katrina looked between the two and set her eyes on Ricky. She couldn't believe that he was acting like this and was so careless about her feelings. She shook her head and started backing away from him. Ricky's eyes widened as she made her way to Scott, "Katrina?" she turned around and ran over to Scott, "Katrina!" He watched as they both left. He was about to go after them both and heard Kendra faint voice calling his name. A body stepped in front of him and his eyes focused to see his mother's face. "Stop! Just let her go, Ricky." she said. Ricky raked his hands down his face as he made his way to the back. Kendra followed behind him trying to comfort him, but he just shut her out. The only logical thought that ran through his mind was, what did he just do? Scott helped Katrina into the truck and got in on the other side. They didn't say anything to each other as he drove. Her mind was elsewhere. She just couldn't believe the look on Ricky's face. She had never seen him so angry. She couldn't understand why he became so angry. They grew up together and Ricky was always telling her how great Scott is, now he treated Scott as if he didn't know him. She looked over at Scott and saw that his cheek was still red where Ricky hit him. She wanted to run her fingers down the bruise but saw how his jaw tensed up. She just settled back in her seat and continued the ride in silence. They stopped in front of her house and she looked over at him. He still hadn't looked at her, just straight ahead. She had to start out slow to make sure he didn't pull away from her. She couldn't imagine what he was going through but she wanted him to talk to her. She grabbed his hand that rested on the gear shift as she tried to fight the tears. He squeezed her hand back and looked over at her. "Are you okay?" he asked as he touched her forehead, it still stung a little. "I think so. What about you?" He bit his bottom lip and shook his head, "I don't know." "I'm so sorry Scott. If I knew he was going to act like that I would have told him sooner. I've just never seen him like that before and I know he didn't mean anything he said." he just nodded. Truth was, there were millions of thoughts running through his head. He couldn't believe himself what Ricky accused him of. He knew that his past relationships may have ended badly but he thought Ricky would give him some credit, especially when it came to Katrina. He couldn't believe he lost his best friend that was like a brother. "Do you regret us?" he heard her tiny voice whisper and he set his eyes on her. "No baby, of course not." he said running his fingers through her hair, "I just need to go think for a little bit." "Scott, we can go and talk about this together." "I know. I just need some time alone, okay?" she didn't like this, but she understood. "Alright." she stepped out of the truck. "Call your mom and make sure that everything is alright." Katrina just nodded and made her way to the door with her head down. Everything hurt inside, her head and her heart. She knew her mom said that she would have to pick, but she didn't think it would be this soon or this would be the circumstance. She got to the first step when she felt his arms wrap around her waist. She sighed into his grasp, leaning her head back against him. He rested his chin on top of her head as he felt her relax, he couldn't leave like that looking so defeated. He kissed the top of her head and her cheek. "I love you, you know that." he whispered and she nodded unable to find her voice, "I'll be back." She let him release her and walked back to his truck. She watched him pull away before she made her way to the house. She collapsed on the couch, exhausted and trying to fight her emotions. She didn't want to cry, not now. Instincts told her that when she felt like this she could call Ricky and he would make her feel better, but she couldn't. He probably didn't ever want to speak to her again. She was mad as hell at him and at Scott for leaving her alone. She couldn't think to do anything but curl up on the couch and go to sleep. The sudden knocking woke her from slumber. She looked at her watch and saw that it was just after seven. She didn't think she slept that long. She got up to answer the door and saw Jade, Dominique, and Kendra. "Hey, are you okay?" Jade asked. "Yea, I'll survive. What are you guys doing here?" she asked as she let them in. "Well we are you friends and we have to check on you, by law." Dominique said with a smile. Katrina smiled to herself and looked over at Kendra and noticed there was something different about her. Her shoulders were a little slumped and her smile looked forced, "How is Ricky?" "He, um, I don't really know. We talked a little bit and I haven't spoken to him after that." "Are you alright?" Katrina asked placing her hand on her shoulder. "No, not really. I told him I knew the whole time and he got mad at me for not telling. He threatened to call off the wedding saying how he couldn't trust me." her last words were lost in a sob. Katrina instantly wrapped her arms around her in a hug, "I am so sorry. I didn't think he would get mad at you." "Your mom said he's just angry right now and that's the only reason he said it. For some reason I don't believe it." "He loves you, he really does." "Where's Scott?" Jade asked heading to the kitchen. "I don't know. He said he needed to do some thinking and dropped me off." "He probably did. There were some strong words exchanged between the two." Dominique said. "Well maybe I missed something, but aren't you grown?" Jade commented. "Jade." Katrina warned. "No I mean seriously, this big brother protect you crap is over. You are grown and frankly so is he. He's got a family to make and take care of." "You know it's always been me and him." "Right, now it's him and Kendra then it's you and Scott. I mean from what I see of Scott he's planning on making a future with you and it's evident that Ricky is making a future with Kendra." Dominique said. "You know as well as I do that your brother can be pigheaded, but you do need to talk to him. I think part of the problem is that Scott did most of the talking. He needs to hear this from you." Kendra said and Katrina knew she was right. They both turned at the sound of the door opening. Scott walked in and looked at the women in the house who set their eyes on him. He cleared his throat as he made his way past them and they stared at him like he was prey. The silence was definitely deafening. "Didn't they teach you to duck?" Jade asked and Katrina looked at her as if she was ready to skin her alive. Scott couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head, "Apparently I slipped up." he looked over at Kendra, "You okay?" "Yea, where did you go?" "I just went to the lake. James caught up with me and Nik stayed with him to see if he could repair anything. He told me what he said, you know he didn't mean it." "I know it, but you know how he is. Look, we are going to let ya'll go and talk." Kendra said. "Good, you can come stay with me." Jade offered. "I don't know, you and that boyfriend of yours are going to keep me up arguing." Katrina let them out as Scott went and sat on the couch. She looked back at him as he rubbed the back of his neck. "It's good to know you are alright." she said. "Yea, I can handle pretty much anything." "What happened? Why did you leave like that?" "I just had to think about some stuff, especially about what he said." "He was angry, that's why he said all that stuff." she tried to walk closer to him and he pushed himself off the couch. "You don't understand. All that stuff he said, I really did. I really was like that. My track record with relationships aren't really that great. I mean the last thing I want to do is hurt you." "Can you and my brother stop thinking of me like some porcelain doll? The fact that you care if I get hurt or not let's me know that you won't." "He knows me though and I'm not proud of what I've done in the past." "And I don't care!" she finally shouted, tired of hearing the same thing, "I don't care. I know you. I know the real Scott, not the Marine, not the playboy, and not the homeboy, but I know the real Scott. You love me and care for me. You are a different person now." "I just want to do right by you." he said walking in front of me. "You are." she wrapped her arms around him, "We're just taking this one day at a time. Just don't ever leave like that." she said poking his chest and he smiled. "Alright, I'll try not too." he said just before kissing her, "Now what do we do?" "Well I think we both need to get some sleep. After that, I will talk to Ricky." "Are you sure?" "Yea, I really don't want to mess things up between him and Kendra." she knew she had to get that done, she just wasn't sure on how to approach it. The next day, she called her mom and found out that Ricky was over there with her. She left Scott sleeping in the bed as she sneaked out to see him. She thought about what she was going to say to him all night. She decided the best way was to be calm and make him realize it was his mistake. Her mom greeted her at the door with a hug, "How are you baby?" she asked. "I'm good, how about you?" "Well I was expecting a wedding and I still am." she smiled. "Is this when I tell you, that you were right and that I should have told him sooner?" "I'll save that for another time, just go ahead and talk to him." she said pointing outside. She looked out there and saw Ricky dribbling a basketball. It was something he always did when he was a little stressed out or thinking. She walked outside and he didn't even turn around to acknowledge her. He just kept trying to shoot a three-pointer while she stood at the back door. She watched as he missed yet again. "You've always sucked at three pointers." he turned towards her quickly and back to the goal. "My game is off." he said coldly. "Game off nothing, you just were never any good at three pointers." He tried again to shoot and still missed. He grabbed the ball in frustration and looked over at her, "What are you doing here?" "Well this is my mom's house and I think that I am entitled to be here." she shrugged. "Doesn't matter, I'm going back to my place." "No." she said stepping in front of the door, "You are going to talk to me. What's wrong with you?" "Doesn't matter." he said turning his back to her. "No, it does, because I don't want this to mess up our relationship." "Why? Why him?" "You told me yourself you can't help who you fall in love with. I have been wanting Scott for awhile. What I don't understand is why you blew up at him?" "He knew better than to mess with family." "Come on now, I know that family is not the big reason. It makes no sense. You always told me about how good a man Scott is and everything that he has done. So what, now that we're together you have a problem with him?" she said moving closer to him. "I know that!" he said throwing the ball done, "I know that he's a great guy, that's the problem." "Okay, I'm lost now, huh?" "I know that Scott will take care of you and all that, but then you won't need me." he said stuffing his hands in his pockets. Katrina could do nothing but blink, "Are you serious? That is what this is about?" he didn't even look at her. "You just don't understand, it has always been you and me. Dad use to always tell me that I have to take care of you and make sure that you are safe." "Yea, that was okay when I was younger but now I have to go through this on my own. I have gone through some heart ache that you don't even know about and I still came through alright. Scott is good to me and he will protect me no matter what. You don't see me trying to ruin your relationship between you and Kendra because I know she makes you happy." "I know, it's just the fact that I know Scott won't intentionally hurt you and yea maybe I was being a little selfish." "And stupid." he chuckled, "You know I'm going to always need my big brother no matter what, but you are going to have your own family to take care of. You have to give me a chance to start my own." He looked up at her, "Is it really that serious?" "I want to believe it is. He's already looking for a house for us to move in together." "Wow, I guess he is growing some." "So are you going to stop being an idiot and marry the girl of your dreams?" she said with her hands on her hips and he laughed. "Yes I will and I'm so sorry. I forget sometimes that you are grown and can make your own decisions." he said wrapping his arms around her in a big bear hug. "Apology accepted and I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner." "It's no problem, but I do have a question. Does it have to be Scott?" he whined and she couldn't help but laugh, "You know how uncomfortable that's going to be when I come over and see him kissing all over you." "Well, you just have to deal with it." "I guess I have no choice. In the end, I knew that something was going on, you had that goofy look on your face." "Whatever." she said pushing him away. "Well, just to let you know I already apologized to Kendra last night and everything is still good, but I am guaranteed that my first year of marriage will be hell." "It serves you right. Just curious, what made you angrier, the fact that we went behind your back or that it was Scott." "I think it was the behind my back part and then to hear it from some chick that he worked with." "What chick?" "Some girl that I bumped into, I think it was Yolanda or something." Katrina's eyes narrowed, she knew there was a reason she didn't like that girl, "Oh really?" "Yea, just don't look like that. She must have been trying to get with Scott." Katrina just nodded, "Well, I'm still getting married, but I need my best man." "Sucks to be a grown up and have to apologize, doesn't it?" "It really does I mean mom didn't prepare us for this part." she laughed again, "Find out where he is for me and I'll go and meet up with him." Katrina pulled out her phone and dialed Scott's cell. She was so elated that Ricky finally got over this whole thing. She found out where he was and told him where to meet Ricky. Scott, on the other hand, wasn't too thrilled about the meeting. A part of him did want to punch Ricky for what he said. He wasn't denying anything that he did, he just didn't think that Ricky would air out his dirty laundry like that. He was happy that the wedding was still on though. He didn't like that Kendra had to suffer because of this. He agreed to meet him at the lake within an hour. He had to go by the mall to pick up something so, Ricky would have to wait. Once Scott arrived at the lake, he saw Ricky waiting in front. He walked over to him slowly, with his hands in his pockets. He looked over at him, his face void of emotions. Ricky turned towards him a little calmer and sighed. "What's up?" Ricky asked. "Hey, you wanted to see me?" "Yea, I'm getting married." Scott scoffed and shook his head, "So I heard." "Yea, I figured by the way I acted she would have kicked me to the curb. Thank God for good women." "I agree." then they were silent, both looking out at the lake. It was a tense silence full of things that needed to said, but both were too stubborn to say anything. Ricky was busy shuffling his feet and Scott just stood there. Scot was beginning to get a little impatient. "Do you really love her?" Ricky finally asked. "I do, more than anything." he immediately answered. "Are you willing to risk anything for her, because she definitely deserves that?" "I risked our friendship for her, so yes." Ricky just nodded as a response. "Why her? I'm not mad anymore but just shocked. I mean we both use to tease her and yell at her to get away from us." "I can't exactly explain why her man, I just know that I'm happy that I have her. I mean believe me man, I tried to fight it as much as possible but I can only take so much. I mean she was putting it out there for me and..." "That's enough, this is still my sister." they both laughed, "Hey man, I know that you won't do anything to hurt her and I'm sorry that I brought all that up." "It's cool; I know you didn't mean it." "I appreciate you letting me get that lucky punch in too." he said and they started laughing again. "You did that me by surprise, so I let that one slide." "So, we cool? You there with me?" Ricky asked extending his hand. Scott paused and shook his head, "All the way." he said slapping his hand with his. Ricky let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding. He knew he really didn't want to lose his boy. No matter what might have been said, he knew Scott was a good man and could be just what Katrina needed. "So, does that mean I still have to put on that monkey suit tomorrow?" Scott asked. "If I have to, so do you ." he smiled, "Just so you know, you can't break up with my sister." "Man, I told you, I'm not going anywhere. Your sister is crazy like you; she will come back and hunt me down." "I heard about this house that you are thinking about getting. You want to move in with her?" "Well, the main objective was for me to get out of the house because that house is kind of small, but yea I do want her to move I n with me." "You jumping the gun a little, aren't you?" "Hey I'm confident like that." he shrugged. "Man, I mess up because of that little stunt, now I won't have a party." he said looking over at Scott. "You better be ready to kiss the rings bitch, because I kept it going for you." Scott smirked. "Oh bless you man. I knew you loved me." Ricky said clutching on to him. "Get the hell off me." Scott laughed pushing himself away, "Don't be all slobbering on me because I'm a good friend." "You are man and I'm glad that you and Katrina are together, really." "Come on, I'll let you buy me the first round." After the party, Scott strolled in around midnight trying to sneak in without Katrina waking up. He didn't expect to be out that late partying. He made sure to leave a message for Katrina just before he left, so he figured that she was with the girls getting ready for tomorrow. He opened the bedroom door and was shocked when the bedroom lights came on. Katrina was sitting there under the covers in bed. He just plastered on that goofy smile as he shook her head. "So, how was the bachelor party?" she asked. "Oh it was just a regular hang out with the guys, nothing special." "Stop trying to down play it." she said folding her arms. "Isn't that what you did?" he said sitting on the edge of the bed next to her. "That's different, I said it." she pouted and he couldn't resist leaning down to kiss her. A little turned deeper as he pushed his tongue in her mouth taking over the kiss. She grabbed the back of his head as he maneuvered on top of her. "So, I take it you and my brother made up." she whispered between kisses. "Yes we did and for what I have in mind I really don't want to talk about your brother." he silent her again by kissing her. "No, baby seriously, I'm so happy that we went ahead and said something to him. Now we can go out and not worry about what my brother is going to say." "I'm happy too, really I am, but like I said before I have other things on my mind." he said shrugging off his jacket. "Those must have been some might good looking strippers to get you all bothered." "Doesn't matter, I got what I've been waiting for." he smiled. "You are so corny." she muffled before he kissed her again. The next morning, everyone was running around like crazy for the wedding. Scott was in the room with Ricky watching him pace. He was making Scott dizzy with the constant pacing. "Hey, can you please stop? I get motion sickness." Scott replied. "You know man, I'm not tripping. I'm cool. I'm cool." he said as beads of sweat came down his face. "How long are you going to keep saying that? I swore you told me that a couple of minutes ago." "I'm just saying. I'm cool. I'm cool." Scott just shook his head as he looked down in his hand. As soon as the door opened, he tucked his hand away as he saw Katrina walking in. She literally took his breath away when she walked in wearing a black strapless dress. It fit her perfectly without showing too much of figure and it cinched in right below her breast. Her hair was swooped up away from her neck and she looked flawless. "Hey are you okay?" she asked. "Please don't make him say he's cool. I am begging you baby." Scott said. She looked at him confused as she walked to Ricky and fixed his tie, "Are you nervous?" "Nah, I'm co...I'm good." Ricky said catching himself as Scott smiled to himself. "Well, I just came to check on you because your lovely bride is waiting." "I know. I'm ready." "Okay, well I will see you later." she said heading out and Scott followed behind her. He pulled her over to him and kissed her, "Hey baby, you know you look so good." "I know and as much as I love kissing you, I don't want to ruin my lipstick." "Aw come on baby, just a little kiss." "Scott, please. We are in a church." she smiled and walked off. "That's so wrong." he huffed. He watched her walk away and smiled to himself. There were no words for her or the way he felt for her. He never expected for him to love someone so much. He was right when he told her that she was just what he was waiting on. Just before she reached the door, she turned to him and smiled. He leaned his head against the wall, shuffling the tiny box in his pocket. "I love you." he mouthed to he as she stared at his lips. She smiled so hard that she swore her face would crack but she didn't care, "I love you too." she mouthed back. A couple of months after the wedding, Scott had finished all the paper work for the house. It was official, it was all theirs and she didn't know it yet. He wanted to keep it a surprise, which was hard to do with her constantly asking him about the house. He kept everything low key and away from prying eyes. He was also busy helping James move down as soon as James had some time off. James was always good with his hands and planned on buying a mechanic shop from mama Tonya's husband. He was just happy to hear that he was going to chill out for awhile. One day he decided to take her to see the house, but told her that he was going to see his friend. They pulled up in front of the house and she got out of the car with him. "Your friend's house is beautiful baby. I like it." "You do, I thought you would." he pulled out the key. "You have a key to this house?" she said drawing her eyebrows together. "Baby, I may have lied a little bit. It's not his house, it's ours." he said pushing the door open. Her mouth instantly dropped as she walked in. She moved around downstairs checking the fireplace. She went to the kitchen and instantly fell in love with it. "Scott, this is just too amazing." she said as he followed her into the kitchen, "You got this for us?" "Of course I did. I saw this and knew you were going to love it. The master bedroom is just as good." he leered and she pushed him away. "You are just so nasty." "You should look in the refrigerator, it's really spacious." he said. "Oh really?" she opened it and stopped when she saw a little box sitting on the middle shelf. She went still, but she felt like her knees were shaking. She slowly reached for it and her breath caught in her throat. The silence was killing Scott, he was tempted to just take it out of her hand and cut the suspense. "Oh my God." she whispered before she flipped it open. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked at the beautiful diamond ring staring back at her. She could feel the tears stinging her eyes as she placed her hand over her heart. I guess this is my queue, Scott thought to himself. He walked close to her and grabbed her free hand. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. "Hey now, no tears okay. I'm just asking you a simple question." he smiled wiping her tears away with his thumb, "I told you that I was planning on making us permanent and I don't go back on my word when it comes to you. I knew there was going to be something special about us, every since I first kissed you ten years ago. Katrina, will you marry me?" She nodded her head vigorously until she found her voice, "Yes, yes!" she repeated before his lips came crashing down on hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck kissing him senseless. Her body pressed close to his as he ran his hand down to her butt. He lifted her up by the backs of her thighs and set her on the counter. He needed his future wife, right here and now. His kisses moved down to her neck, sucking on the tender spot just below her ear. He loved the sound she made when he did that. Her senses were on overload right now as he ran his hands down to her breast. He grabbed a hold of her breast and arched into his touch. "Scott, what are you doing?" she moaned. "I'm breaking in our house." he said as he reached for the zipper in the front of her dress. He pulled the dress open looking at her breast enclosed by her bra. He pulled her to the edge of the counter and started to kiss on the tops of her breast. She grabbed his head as she leaned back on the counter. He kissed her tight stomach all the way to between her thighs. He could see her pussy glistening in her panties and he teased her by running a finger up and down her slit. She gasped as he continued torturing her slowly. He pulled her panties off and lifted one leg over his shoulder. He pulled her lips apart to inhale her sweet scent. Damn, he could feel his dick aching in his pants, but didn't want to rush it now. He wanted to savor this moment. His tongue slowly circled her clit as he felt her fingers through his hair. He pushed two fingers inside of her as he sucked on her clit making her push her hips up against his mouth. Katrina was in complete ecstasy, it was like her vision was becoming blurry as her thighs pushed against his ears. She felt his tongue beat against her hard clit and she felt herself so close to cumming she couldn't take it. "Oh shit Scott." she moaned, "I'm so close." His mouth left her clit and his tongue replaced his fingers. He dove in moving his tongue quickly inside of her. She started to buck against him gripping his hair so tight that he was convinced she was going to rip his hair out. She let out a scream as she came on his tongue. She rode the wave as she still felt his tongue inside her. He raised up and she immediately pulled his shirt over his head. She pulled him close to her, wrapping her legs around him. He pressed his lips to hers and she drew him in close as she tasted herself on him. He reached between them to unzip his pants and take his hard cock out. She pulled away to look at the throbbing member in his hand which made her nibble on her bottom lip. He closed the gap between them and pushed himself inside of her. She grabbed a hold of him as she felt the familiar stretch. He stilled himself briefly as the need to take her hard and fast course through him. She saw him battling with himself and needed him to move. She grabbed on to him, steadying herself. She nibbled on her bottom lip and he caught a glimpse of that and it turned him on more. He thrusted inside of her holding on to the back of her thighs. Her mouth fell open as she submitted to him. She leaned back against the cabinet and he continued thrusting into her relentless. "Oh fuck!" she gasped digging her nails into his arms. He felt him self about to cum soon as she tightened around his cock. He swore he would never get tired of fucking her. She would always feel so good around him. He felt his balls tightening and knew that he was going to cum soon. Katrina was close too. He dug her nails into his arm so hard that she was sure she almost drew blood. He grabbed a hold of her hair tugging it back exposing her neck. He sucked on the tender part just below her chin and she saw tiny little lights burst in front of her as she came on him. He came shortly after her, spilling himself inside of her. He fell against her, trying to catch his breath. He felt his head being lifted off her and her lips against his. They were light pecks against his and some ended with her nibbling on his bottom lip. "I love you." she whispered. "I love you too baby." he reached for the ring and slid it on her finger. She smiled looking down at it and looked back at him. She didn't know she could be this happy, especially with Scott. "I didn't think that this would happen." she said. "Why?" "I don't know, maybe I was thinking that we were just a dream." "Well, I'm here to make all those dreams come true, even the naughty ones." he leered and she couldn't help but laugh. She held on to him as she thought of that moment in front of the lake till now. If this was a dream, she wouldn't wake. She was ready to start her new life as Mrs. Scott Porter, she thought as she hugged him close. She just hoped for her friends to find the same happiness she did. \* THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR BEING SO PATIENT WITH ME AND MY EDITING. I WANT TO THANK MY EDITOR K-DOG FOR HELPING ME. AS YOU CAN TELL THIS IS A SERIOUS. I HAVE JADE AND LOGAN'S STORY COMING UP REAL SOON. I HOPE TO SEE A LOT OF READERS FOR THAT ONE. AGAIN I WANT TO THANK EVERYONE WHO RESPONDED AND WHO KEPT READING, THAT'S BEEN MY MOTIVATION TO FINISH. SEE YOU SOON.
Don't Look Back Ch. 39	5,975	4.6	1,390,503	[ "m/m", "m/m romance", "contemporary", "taboo fiction", "incest", "father/son" ]	Lee slid a reassuring arm about Marshall's shoulder. Marshall appreciated that he didn't try to make light of his fears, or treat him like a child, but as an equal. Neither did he sweep the unpleasant subject under the rug and out of sight. Lee was one who faced things head on and dealt with them. "Keep looking," he said to Roy, who nodded. "We don't even know we have a reason to worry. There's no reason to think she even saw that video, but we can't be too careful, either. I'd feel a whole lot more comfortable if we could get that thing pulled off the Internet. Is there a way of finding out who posted it?" "Probably, but I'm afraid we'll draw more attention to ourselves if we put up a fuss about it," Roy replied, "then if we do nothing." "Well, one good thing," Marshall spoke up. "What's that?" "She can't come to Burnham without sticking out like a sore thumb." "Isn't that the truth," Roy agreed. Lee hugged Marshall close before he kissed him, then rose to his feet. "If you'll excuse me, gentlemen, I need to check on dinner." He headed toward the back of the house. Marshall rose too. "Need to start the macaroni and cheese, get it done." "I'll come with," Roy said amiably, reaching for his bottle. He followed Marshall into the kitchen and watched him start a pot of water to boil. "Roy, did you ever meet her?" Marshall found he couldn't seem to not think about her, so gave up the effort. "No, we never did meet. I kept my distance once I found her. There wasn't any need. I had an operative who did. Said she was from the school district, checking up on you because you weren't registered for school." "Bet she said I was homeschooled, didn't she?" Marshall's voice held more than a little contempt. "Yep, that she did." Roy took a long drink of his beer before continuing. "We couldn't press the point. Afraid we might spook her. Couldn't take the chance of losing you. Don't know what Lee would have done if we had. He was... I never saw anyone so intent and so lost at the same time. He was like a man possessed. No way was he going to fail. He never gave up hope of getting you back, and he made me believe too. " "That's when you became friends, isn't it?" Roy nodded. "Yep. Spent a lot of time together, except when he was in Burnham, getting your life ready. See what I mean? He had faith we'd find you and bring you back. He loves you so very much, always has." "And I love him that much too," Marshall said softly. He turned his back to Roy for a moment. He poured salt into the boiling water as he brought his roiling emotions under control then added a box of elbow macaroni. "I knew she was lying when she told her boyfriends he was dead. I don't know why, but I knew he was out there somewhere, searching for me." He fell silent and stirred the pasta. Turning to the microwave, he put seven minutes on the kitchen timer, then looked back at Roy. "Do you ever miss being a PI?" Roy shook his head. "Not really. I like being sheriff. And I like being here with the two of you. What more could a man ask for?" He winked at Marshall. Marshall couldn't help but grin. At that moment, he heard the back door, and then Lee entered the kitchen. His face was flush from bending over the smoker. In one hand he held a fistful of red blossoms. Marshall recognized them instantly. Oxblood lilies. Sarah, from across the street, had brought them the bulbs as a gift, and Marshall had watched her place them in both the front and back yards. She told him they practically planted themselves, and he'd been fascinated by the idea. Marshall wondered why Lee was carrying them now. Marshall heard Roy clear his throat. "Gotta see a man about a horse," he mumbled before he made a hasty exit. Lee approached Marshall, held the flowers out to him. "Are those for me?" Marshall asked, surprised. "Absolutely. Want to put them into something and set them on the table? Thought they'd look nice." Marshall had set the kitchen table for the occasion, with their best dishes and silverware, and a tablecloth. "They're beautiful, thank you." Lee leaned toward him, and their lips met in a gentle kiss. Marshall read the message in Lee's beautiful dark eyes. Don't worry. I'm here. Always. Once everything was done, the turkey rested and carved and everything set on the table, the three men took their places. For some people, tradition demanded a grace be said before every meal. While they didn't follow that particular precept, on Thanksgiving, they had their own custom of giving thanks for what they had. "Okay, I'll start," Roy said, as they looked toward him expectantly. "I'm thankful for my life here in Burnham, for being the sheriff, and for the mostly beautiful weather we have." Marshall chuckled. "Most of all, I'm thankful for having the two best friends a man could ask for, the best men I know." Marshall and Lee raised their beer bottles in acknowledgement of Roy's heartfelt words, and they each drank to him. "Okay, I'll go next," Lee offered. "I'd like to give thanks for how successful the business is, and for the good life we have here in Burnham. For Roy, who helped me get my heart back and gave me back my life. And Marshall, who is my heart." Choked with emotion, Marshall managed to say, "I'd like to give thanks for my life, and for Roy, who's an awesome friend and an incredible person. And most of all, for Lee, my love, my heart and soul, for always." They lifted their bottles in unison. "Happy Thanksgiving."
Hothouse	71,504	4.64	778,460	[ "self-bondage", "f/solo", "sweat", "suspension", "public nudity", "public bondage", "caught" ]	Stacy wouldn't have spent the money to add it, but when she bought her new home it was already in place. She wasn't that into gardening, but the previous owner had kept a very large flower garden on the spacious grounds and had a large, glass enclosure attached to the back of the house alongside the deck where she raised prize-winning violets. It wasn't really glass. The clear, curved panels of its roof and the not-so-clear panels of its walls were actually some sort of heavy plastic. It faced south so the full force of the sun shone on it throughout the day. The description of the home on the realtor's website said it had an attached greenhouse, but as the realtor showed Stacy around the place, she constantly referred to it as a hothouse. "Even if you don't want to use it for plant seedlings," the realtor had chirped. "It makes a very efficient solar collector and already has fans in place to circulate the warmth collected throughout the house in the cool days of fall and early spring." She flipped a large switch and added, "And in the summertime, just open the roof panels and all heat escapes through the roof as cool air is pulled in through the louvers at the bottom." She flipped the switch in the opposite direction and said smartly, "Perfect for the gardener or the environmentalist." Stacy was neither a gardener nor an environmentalist, she was a free-lance writer who worked from home and wrote everything from advertising copy to romance novels. She even did some ghost writing for an x-rated publishing house. She was not one of those women who loved to get her hands in the dirt and make things grow, but she did love visiting nude beaches and lying in the sun naked. As the saleslady babbled on about how many awards the previous owner had won for her violets, Stacy was not seeing flowers. She was envisioning the large hot house filled with a thick carpet on which she could lie and bask in the sun as it streamed into the glass enclosure. There were other visions of herself in her mind, but those were for after she knew whether or not she could buy the house. It was way above her price range, but something told her that the seller would take a much lower bid than the asking price. Hoping for the best, she worked out what she could afford on her royalties and anticipated new book sales and made a ridiculously low offer to see what the counter offer would be. To Stacy's surprise, the counter offer was an acceptance of her bid. The realtor waited until signatures were in place on the closing documents to explain in her non-stop babbling style of talking, "I was starting to despair that I would ever find anyone who would appreciate that hothouse. Something like that sounds like a really good addition to the value of a home - and it is for the right person. But unless you have a really avid gardener or an extreme environmentalist, such a specialized add-on is a stumbling block to the sale. With the prices depressed and the glut on the market and the previous owner transferred to another state, all we could pray for was finding someone who was into the environment or gardening." As she sorted out the copies for Stacy, she added, "She was actually hoping for a quite a bit more, but was afraid that if she made a counter offer, it would scare you away...," she stopped to take a breath and give Stacy a wide, toothy grin, "... so you got a really good deal. Since you said you weren't all that much into the environment, I assume you will be using it for gardening." She paused slightly again and finished with, "After all, what else could you use it for? " Stacy kept her mouth tightly clamped shut so she didn't accidentally say out loud, "Naked self-bondage." Stacy had plans for that greenhouse that had nothing to do with plants or the environment. She could see herself suspended in place of the trays of earth, with the spring-loaded chains going not from the bottom of the trays, but from ankle restraints on her legs to the floor mounts at the ends of where the trays were held. In her mind, the same was true for her hands so that she was held in mid-air, sweating heavily in the heat of the sun like a naked, glistening X. Moving and settling into the house took several weeks, so it was late spring before Stacy began preparing the hothouse. The previous owner had not skimped on the design. It was as good, or better, than many commercial greenhouses that Stacy had seen. It was about twenty feet wide and forty feet long with two long rows of seedling tables down the middle. What was unusual about these tables is that they were not wooden or metal structures rising from the floor. Instead, they hung from the ceiling on stout cables. Beneath the trays, chains and long springs connected the trays to floor and prevented them from swaying around. The upper cables wound around long shafts which could be turned by electric motors. Thus, the trays could be raised to a comfortable height for work or lowered completely to ground level so that soil could be easily added for the next crop of seedlings. The row closest to the house was shorter than the other. In that row, one of the boxes had been removed. The cables for that box were wound tightly within the spool on the control shaft and held in place with a large pin. A large number of those pins - evidently one for each cable - were hanging on the exterior wall of the house next to a control panel for the hothouse. The control panel consisted of a large electrical box with conduit branching off to several smaller boxes. Above the control panel was a box about a foot square with a lever on the side. Out of each of the smaller boxes additional conduit led to large electric heaters mounted along the walls of the hothouse and to additional heaters which hung from the ceiling above the rows of seedling boxes. Conduit also led to outdoor style electrical plugs mounted about a foot off the floor around the entire greenhouse. On the house wall next to the power panel, there was a large, open panel with a row of buttons labeled "Up" and "Down." There was also a hand-held remote sitting on a shelf at the base of the button panel. It evidently also controlled the raising and lowering of the cables. That task could apparently also be controlled remotely by a computer or cell phone, at least that is what it said on the installation disk instructions that were on the shelf with the remote.. On the front of the main control panel was a stylized flower of some sort and, in a very large font that looked like growing vines, the words "Thompson's Automated Fail-safe Greenhouse System." Beneath that in smaller, normal, print, it said, "This system protects against the extremes of temperature 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. Full power backup is included and all systems are fully redundant with cell phone and internet interface." Finally, in a smaller version of the vine font, it said, "You can trust your precious flowers to Thompson's" There was a thick operating manual also sitting on the shelf with the installation disk and other small parts and pieces that had the Thompson logo on them. Stacy spent two weekends working in the hothouse removing the soil and the trays. That first Saturday, she worked nude inside the steaming structure, and then would slip on a light sundress at the door as she wheeled the garden wheel barrow out to the back of the property. She probably could have remained naked since the back yard was large and completely enclosed with a tall wooden fence, but she was afraid someone might be able see down into the yard across the back fence from the deck or upper floors of the house behind her. No one was watching. If someone had been watching, the dress would have made little difference. Stacy was perspiring so heavily that even on the first trip with the wheelbarrow the dress was wet with sweat and stuck tightly to her body. As the day wore on, the mixture of sweat and dust which clung to her body created swirled patterns of light and dark making it look like she was wearing camo body paint beneath the now practically transparent garment. As the day began to fade into darkness, Stacy made the final two trips of the day without bothering to put on her dress. The next morning, when she resumed her labors, she didn't bother with the dress at all. Finally the heavy trays were empty and stacked neatly behind the garage. The hothouse was now just a large glass room with cables hanging from the ceiling and large eyebolts protruding slightly from recessed cavities in the floor. Stacy thought of removing all but one pair of the cables, but then realized that if she merely wound them totally around the control shaft, she could pin them in place. The hothouse was cleaned out. Everything was almost ready. But the floor was still bare concrete. She went to a pool supply place a couple of towns over and asked if they worked in her neighborhood. They said, "Usually not," but indicated that they were willing to work on her pool or whatever for a slight trip charge. "Oh, no," she answered, "It's not that. What I want is that special pool area carpet you sell. A friend of mine recommended you. She said the carpet was very long and soft like an indoor carpet, but could get wet and would stand the sun like a good pool side carpet." "How big is your pool?" the salesman asked. "Actually," she replied, "it's a greenhouse that I want to be able to use as an indoor patio." She went on to say that she wanted to have parties out there and wanted it to look nice. "I'm reducing the hanging stuff to a minimum," she explained, hoping that the salesman didn't notice that she suddenly turned a deep shade of red. The carpeting was installed the following Monday. Stacy wanted to be sure that nothing could go wrong, so Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday evenings were spent testing. She was tempted to do the testing during the day, but she had not made a successful living as a writer by breaking her routine. She worked from home, but she worked very regular hours. Unless she gave herself a day off, she would be in her office room, at her desk writing or editing, from eight in the morning until five in the afternoon. Of course, sometimes she would need to compose her thoughts or clear her mind and would take a few hours off. At her old house, when that happened - if the weather was good - she would put on her bikini and lie out on the back deck in the sun. Now she didn't have to put on her bikini. For a half hour Tuesday afternoon and for almost two hours Thursday morning, she lay naked in the sunny hothouse sweating while she sorted out the ideas of her lasted project. At her old house, after she lay out on the deck and cleared her mind, she would often leave the bikini on and return to her writing while things were still fresh in her mind. Thursday morning, she returned to her writing naked, taking her towel with her into her office to drape over her chair. That afternoon, she found that her mind seemed freer and more liberated as she wrote, and decided to make her office, as well as her whole home, clothing optional. The weekend was spent getting to know the system, and doing additional testing. The Thompson control system manuals said it was fail-safe, but Stacy wanted to be totally sure. There was a "Test" button inside the circuit breaker panel. The manual said to test the panel at least four times a year. When Stacy pushed and held the test button all of the circuit breakers in the panel flipped off as though they had tripped. Red lights next to each breaker blinked in sequence while a small display screen at the top of the panel said, "Testing load." Then one by one, the breakers flipped back to the on position. A voice from a small speaker said, "Power restored." A separate test button on a small switch panel said, "Alternate Power Test." When Stacy pushed that, a large box mounted on the wall began humming and a beeping noise filled the hot house. The little voice said, "On battery backup." The manual said to wait ten minutes before pushing the button again to complete the test. After five minutes, Stacy could hear a noise from the back yard. About half-way back in the yard was a very small shed that looked almost like a dog house, except that it had no door, only louvers on the sides. There was a fairly large propane tank next to the little structure. Stacy identified the noise as coming from the shed. It was the sound of a small motor. The humming stopped and a little voice from the control panel said, "Backup generator on line." Stacy also lowered the upper cables all of the way and connected them to the spring-loaded lower cables. When she raised them again, the cables stopped once there was sufficient tension on the spring. At least it wouldn't rip her arms off if it didn't stop where it was supposed to. She pressed the test buttons again with tension on the cables. After the circuit breakers restored, the little voice said, "Moving to safe position" and the cables unwound to floor level. When she repeated the test with the power backup, the cables remained in place until she pressed the "Generator Off" button. Then the buzzing returned to the box on the wall and the cables lowered. Evidently as long as the generator worked, everything ran normally, but if it went to battery backup, the system moved everything to the "safe position." "This really is fail-safe," she said aloud, but she still did another week of testing. Finally on Thursday night, after having repeated every test at least three times, she said, "Tomorrow night I try a live test and Saturday go for real." Friday night, Stacy attached her suspension restraints to the upper and lower cables. The foot restraints were almost boots except that they opened totally in the front and were wrapped firmly in place with a Velcro band that went over the top of her foot and another which went all the way around the ankle and lower calf. On the bottom of the boot was a round metal bar, almost like a horses bit, through which a cable or other connection could be run. Stacy attached one boot restraint to each of the spring stabilizers that had been at opposite ends of the eight foot trays. She then attached the special suspension hand restraints to the matching upper cables. The hand restraints were almost glove-like, or more accurately, mitten-like. They covered most of the forearm and had an area for the hand that curved around a padded iron bar so that a person could carry most of their weight on the closed hand rather than on the arm itself. Like the boots, they were totally open on the front and closed securely with large Velcro flaps. For the "live test," Stacy did not close the flaps, but left them open so that she could, if necessary, withdraw her hand from the restraint glove. It was 7:45 when she finished her other tests, so she set the controls to raise the cables at exactly 8:00 pm and release them at 8:10. It took less time that she had expected to secure her feet in the restraint boots and to put her hands in the restraint gloves, so she ended up standing there waiting for almost ten minutes. Finally, she heard the winch motors turning and the cable began to slowly wind up around the long support bar. Soon her arms were being stretched widely apart and then her feet began to leave the ground. She had to estimate how high to take the cables because she didn't know for sure how tightly it would stretch her at any given height. She had expected to either be hanging slightly limp in the cables or have to let go of the gloves and drop to the ground when the cables got over tight, but her estimate was perfect. She was raised into the air in a taut, naked X with her feet about four feet off the ground. When she realized it was exactly what she wanted, a wave of pleasure washed through her and she felt her cunt overflowing onto her thighs. "Tomorrow, I go for one hour in the sun," she said aloud as the motors reversed and gently lowered her to the ground. She spent the rest of the evening investigating more of the menus and controls on the remote control program which she has installed on her tablet computer. The purpose of one control totally baffled her. It said, "Opcty" and then had two input blocks. One said "Upper" and it was set to 00%. The other said "Lower" and it was set to 50%. She changed the lower number to 00% and pressed enter. Suddenly she was standing outside - or at least, the frosted portion of the green house had suddenly become clear. She changed both to 80% and it was as if the clear plastic had become solid walls. "I think I will leave that one alone for now," she said aloud, and clicked the "Restore Defaults" button. Once again the plastic panes of the greenhouse became frosted in appearance on the lower portion and totally clear on the ceiling. Saturday morning, Stacy rubbed herself down with sunblock and strapped herself into the restraint boots and gloves. This time it was for real. She folded the Velcro flaps over her arms and pushed them securely in place. Once the cables went taut, there was no way she could release herself until they lowered her back to the ground. She had set the controls to rise at 10:00 am and lower at 11:00. Again, she stood waiting for the winch motors to kick in. As she waited, she thought, "This would probably be better with a blindfold." There wasn't time, however, to do anything about that this time. Exactly on time, the motors began turning. As the cables pulled her into the air, she could just barely see out of the top of the hothouse windows. "My neighbor across the way can probably see my head if they look out their back windows," she thought to herself as she hung there. For Stacy, the feeling of naked helplessness was amazing. Her nipples were stiff and erect. Her clit stuck out prominently from her cleft. Juices dribbled slowly down her legs. She found herself slowly rotating her hips and bucking slightly forward as if she were fucking an imaginary lover in mid-air. "I really have to figure out a way for some appropriate stimulation," she thought to herself. "I wonder if my vibrator would stay in me up here?" she asked aloud. "I would hate to have to wear something like a thong just to hold it in place." 11:00 o'clock came all too soon. The cables lowered her to the ground and went totally slack. She opened the flaps on the restraint gloves and freed her hands, but didn't bother to free her feet. Instead, she lay back on the thick carpet with her feet still in the boots and began rubbing herself between the legs. Her cunt was sopping wet and her clit was extremely sensitive. It only took a few moments to bring herself to a very satisfying, screaming climax. "I wonder what the neighbors thought of that?" she wondered as she finally freed her feet from the restraint boots. That afternoon around three, Stacy was ready once again to suspend herself naked in the hothouse. She had spent the time modifying one of the tray attachments to hold her favorite vibrator. One of the trays had a special watering device of some sort that was intended to drip a growth solution onto the soil. It was basically a tripod with a long counterweighted arm. The nozzle end set against the side of the tray and as the tray went up and down, it rose and fell with the tray. Stacy added more weight to the counterweight so that the long arm pushed itself upward rather forcefully. Then she taped the base of her vibrator to the nozzle head, only pointing upward. Standing on the ground, it pressed tightly into her cunt. Without her weight holding it down, it would rise almost eight feet into the air, more than enough to keep the dildo vibrating firmly in her cunt as she was suspended. 3:00 came and the motors took Stacy up. This time she was wearing a blindfold, and her vibrator was on low and buzzing inside her. The cycle was set for two hours. Stacy came four times in those 120 minutes. Each screaming orgasm was a little more intense that the one that preceded it. By the time the controls returned her to the ground, she was a sweating, sopping mess. The amount that she had perspired surprised her. It also turned her on. There was something about hanging naked AND SWEATY that seemed so primitive... so primal... so fuckable. Had she hung there another hour, the feel of the sweat trickling down her back and dripping off her buttocks and down her front and going between her legs to drip off her cunt lips probably would have taken her to orgasm even without the vibrator. "That was good," she said aloud as she cleaned her restraints. "But I can do better." The first step in doing better was a higher priced, computer controlled dildo. It wasn't cheap and she had to wait until she had sold another couple of stories, but her new toy connected into the system as an auxiliary device and could be controlled by the programming just like the winches or windows or anything else. She could control the intensity and frequency of both the vibration and the movement of the long, pink, penis-shaped device. The first weekend that she used it, she experienced seven screaming, vibrating, quaking orgasms in the three and half hours she was suspended. She had determined through trial and error, that three and a half was about the maximum she could stand comfortably. She knew she could go much longer than that without injury, but it got uncomfortable as she approached four hours, and she was doing this for pleasure, not pain. After several more weekends with her new vibrator, Stacy made two decisions. One was that once she was up and sweaty and turned on, she could easily go four or maybe five or even six hours. She upped the time to four hours. The second decision was to take things to the next step by increasing the sweat. "I'm becoming a regular little sweat hog..., or sweat slut," she giggled to herself. "And I guess," she told herself firmly, "to turn up the heat in the sweat slut, we have to turn up the heat in the hothouse." After a satisfying Sunday session that still left something lacking, she began examining her options. There were four electric radiant heaters mounted just beneath the ceiling and three more mounted at floor level on the outside wall of the hothouse. They could be turned on manually with a switch that said, "Freeze Test / Heater Manual On." The heaters themselves had tags that said they used 1200 watts each. A quick check on the internet told her that each of them used 10 amps, so they were using 60 amps total. The box with a lever on it that the realtor had called the "sub-main breaker and emergency power transfer for the hot house" was labeled 150 amps. So Stacy had 90 amps to work with. Her old house had been rather cold and drafty so she already had three electric space heaters. A check of their labels showed that two of them were 2400 watts and one was 1200 watts. That was only fifty amps total. She bought three more of the smaller heaters so that she was using up 80 of the 90 amps available. Each of the plugs in the hothouse was on a separate breaker, which meant that she could plug all six of her heaters in, trigger the built-in heaters, and make the green house into a true hot house for her sweat-soaked suspension session. "If I am going to be sweating that much," she thought, "I had better have a source of liquid." She had a backpack water system that held a half-gallon of liquid in a bladder with a tube that came over your shoulder so you could drink from it while you pedaled a bicycle on a long trip in hot weather. She decided to fill that bag with a sports drink and hang it above her so that she could reach it as she was suspended. She even did a quick test holding the gloves as she had done on that first day just to make sure that she could, indeed, reach the tube. Next Saturday morning seemed forever away, and Stacy was tempted to break routine and do a session mid-week, but she knew that she had to stick to her writing routine. So instead, she had to content herself with going out into the hot house in the evening, lying on the floor, and masturbating while looking up at the rig that would hold her sweating in the sun come the weekend. Saturday morning finally arrived. Stacy carefully laid out all of her equipment. She decided that for this first full-sweat session, she would remain un-blindfolded. The blindfold increased her concentration on her other senses and added to her enjoyment, but she wasn't sure what would happen if the sweat became trapped behind the blindfold and was forced into her eyes. She decided to do a four hour session beginning at 10:00 am to take advantage of the noon-day sun. At 9:45 she was already strapped into the restraint boots and gloves. The heaters were on manual override and the six extra heaters were set to full on. The computer controlled vibrator was firmly pressed into her cunt, but had not yet been triggered on by the control program. By ten o'clock when the winch motors came to life, liquid was already trickling down the inside of her thighs and it wasn't sweat. The full-sweat session was everything Stacy dreamed it would be. She had already experienced three marvelous orgasms before noon and was looking forward to even more as the afternoon sun rose high over the clear portion of the hot house..., and then it happened. The Thompson Greenhouse System was truly fail-safe, but keep in mind that the Titanic was unsinkable, the Hindenburg was fireproof, and the space shuttles had triple redundancy systems. Nothing is absolutely fail safe. There is always something that the design engineers forgot to consider. What the designers at the Thompson Greenhouse Company did not take into account was someone intentionally plugging six additional heaters into the wall outlets in the summertime to bring the temperature in the greenhouse up to sauna levels. None of the heaters was overloading the circuit it was on and combined they were not overloading the main. But they were taking the temperature to extreme levels in the hothouse... levels that would damage sensitive plants. And Stacy had forgotten to shut off the air conditioner which was programmed to kick in if the temperature in the hot house stayed above ninety-six degrees for more than a half-hour. Almost as soon as Stacy heard the noise of the air conditioner starting up, she heard a very loud "Thunk!" and everything went very quiet. As her ears adjusted to the quiet, she could hear the buzzing of the battery backup and the sound of the generator starting in the back yard. "It's going to be OK," she thought. "Everything will be OK. Worse come to worse it will let me back down to the ground." She continued to think that until 1:00 o'clock came and went and nothing moved. The heaters were off. The lights on the front of the control panel were off. Everything was off except the display panel of the control computer itself. "No!" Stacy yelled aloud when she realized what had happened. She had assumed that the sub-main breaker would automatically reset like the breakers in the control panel, but she had never opened the cover to look. It must be a standard breaker. And the transfer switch must be before the sub-main breaker. The computer thought the backup generator was online so it didn't lower her using battery backup, but none of the emergency generator power was reaching the control panel. There was no power to activate the winches. Stacy was totally and absolutely stuck!!! She started crying softly and looked out at the generator running uselessly in the back yard. "Wait a minute!" she yelped. She shouldn't be able to see the generator shed. The walls were transparent! It must take power to make the walls translucent. With all power gone, they were now clear as glass. Stacy was hanging hot, sweaty, and fully exposed to anyone who could see her greenhouse from their back windows. And there was nothing she could do to free herself. Her mind began to race. Why had she put her trust in that supposedly fail-safe system and not arranged for an emergency backup to check on her after a certain period of time? Who would miss her? ... and when? She didn't have any hard deadlines for almost two weeks. People were used to her ignoring her phones and texts for days at a time when she was trying to get a story done. It could be weeks before they found her rotting corpse hanging in the sun. Stacy began to cry deep heart-wrenching sobs of absolute despair. And then in the midst of her sobs, she heard a noise that she couldn't quite identify. It was a low rumbling noise like a small train was running through the garage. The garage! She was hearing the garage door opening. Someone was coming into the house. Her joy of rescue was rapidly replaced by the mortification of being found hanging naked in the air with an electronic dildo stuffed in her twat. "Oh God," she thought and then said aloud, "What if it's my mother paying a surprise visit?" Then she heard a voice. "Elizabeth?" it called out. Elizabeth was the name of the previous owner. "Is something wrong?" The voice was coming closer. Stacy wasn't sure whether to keep quiet or cry out when suddenly the door from the house opened and a rather startled voice said, "You're not Elizabeth!" "Uh..., no...., I'm the new owner, Stacy." she stammered. The woman's face broke into a huge smile as she said, "I love what you've done with the place. I always thought this room had such interesting potential, but you've gone way beyond even my wicked and warped imagination." She walked over to stand directly in front of Stacy. Stacy was all to aware that this put the woman's eyes right at the level of her naked cunt. "I suppose I should introduce myself," she said calmly. "My name is Terri Long. I live in the house directly behind you. I've been Bethie's 'vacation safety' for years and years." She walked over and stood in front of the control panel. "Whenever one of these alarms goes off, it sends me a text message and an email. I ignored the Freeze alarm that said the heaters had come on because it is summer. But then I heard the generator go on and I didn't get a power failure warning. When it didn't shut back off after a while, I figured something really bad might have happened, so I came right over. Everything was locked up and my key didn't work. I was hoping the garage door code hadn't been changed and there was power to open the door. I punched in the code and it opened. And here I am." She looked at the extra heaters plugged in around the room and then came back and stood in front of Stacy. "I assume you were trying for sweat box bondage?" Stacy nodded and said, "Something like that." "All the heaters on separate circuits. Water - or probably a sports drink - to keep you hydrated. Properly designed suspension restraints." She shook her head as she laughed lightly. "You thought of everything." The her voice suddenly became stern, "But you forgot about the air conditioners, didn't you?" Stacy nodded again. "Yeah. When they came on the big lever popped and it doesn't reset itself like the rest of the system." Terri walked back over to the control panel, reached up, and pushed the lever back in place. She then entered a couple of quick commands at the control panel. "I've shut down the AC," she said. "I also set the default on the windows to zero and extended your stay until 5:00 o'clock." Stacy said, "But... but... but..." Terri didn't seem to hear her or at least didn't respond to her. Instead she continued, "I am going to go back home and slip into something comfortable. Then I am going to sit on my back deck drinking mojitos and watching you sweat and squirm and get yourself off. At five, I am coming back over here so you can show me just how grateful you are that I have rescued you. You will keep showing your gratitude until we are a tangle of sweaty arms and legs intertwined on your beautiful new carpet. Stacy just swallowed hard and opened her eyes wide to stare at the woman standing before her. "And then," Terri continued, "we are going to talk about what kind of wonderful neighborly relationship we are going to have together in the future." She walked right up to Stacy and softly petted her clit with two fingers. "I think you would much more prefer to be in the submissive role in that relationship, wouldn't you?" Stacy moaned in response. "And I have always wanted a willing pet I could play with regularly." She then started slowly running her fingers in tight circles around Stacy's clit. Stacy started saying - or more accurately moaning - "No. No, that's not what I want." "That's your mind talking," answered Terri. "I really think we need to give your body a vote on this." She continued circling Stacy's clit, applying a little more pressure and swirling Stacy's erect knob back and forth with each circuit. "If you would like to be my submissive plaything hanging all hot and sweaty in the sun for me to play with and for everyone to look at," said Terri softly. "Then cum.... NOW!" Stacy thrashed and flailed in her bonds as a tremendous orgasm exploded within her. She was throwing her cunt forward so hard that she nearly expelled the dildo with the thrusts of her muscles. Her cries of "Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh," became farther apart and quieter until finally she hung slack in her restraints. Rivers of sweat poured off her body, mixing with the cunt juices draining down the inside of her legs. "See you at five," said Terri merrily as she walked back into the house. "I'll bring a pitcher or two of mojitos. It could be a looooooooong evening." Shortly after she left, Stacy once again started to cry out and thrash wildly as she envisioned herself as she now was, hanging naked and sweaty..., and at the mercy of her new Mistress. \= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = END OF STORY Please remember to vote by clicking on one of the stars at the end of the story. If you really liked it, click 5. If you really hated it, click 1, but please click something. \= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =
101 In the Shade Pt. 02	139,525	4.76	1,306,759	[ "anal sex", "hairless pussy", "incest--brother/sister", "rebuilding relationships", "pregnancy", "small town", "louisiana", "romance", "large breasts" ]	\Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activities are at least eighteen years of age.* \\\\\* Chapter 8 Clay looked at the footlockers he'd dug from the attic. The top footlocker, which in the attic had been the bottom footlocker, held some faded photographs. Judging from the clothing the people were wearing, Clay would have guess that the photographs had been taken at a wedding held in the 1920s. "Holy shit!" he said, seeing a strong resemblance between the stout middle aged man and his father. "Bet that's Grandpa Early!" "And that's got to be Aunt Polly and Aunt Molly so that would be Uncle Sam, oh wow," Clay said, resolving to have the eight by ten photograph framed. Of even more importance, though, were the leather binder and underneath that, a diary. The leather binder, Clay realized, was Grandpa Early's notes on how to make whiskey. And in the diary, a random page Clay flipped to, gave him the key he'd been searching for. '...me and Molly had to clean the sugar maple barrels good. They was bugs in it...' "No shit," Clay breathed. "No fucking shit. Sugar maple barrels." Again, Clay was dressed, bed made, driven home, showered, shaved, breakfast eaten, dressed and back at the house before either girl stirred. Both girls were wearing their robes when the smell of coffee roused them to come downstairs. Clay noticed that the money was still on the table, untouched. He did not broach the subject; he figured Collette or Colleen would get over their reluctance the moment they ran out of food. Colleen reached in to get her cereal; and again, Clay was treated to the sight of skimpy panties attempting to conceal a plump pubic mound and juicy rear end. Collette again had on lace panties and a few blonde tendrils peeked out when she bent to get her cereal. "Y'all going to church?" Clay asked, seeing that the services for the Church Of The Risen And Living Messiah would be starting in just thirty minutes. Colleen let her small self-conscious smile play across her lips as she dragged a cereal bowl down. Collette looked guilty. "I uh, we uh, no, uh, we're going to just stay home today," Collette finally responded. "That's fine," Clay agreed. After he finished drinking his coffee, he again cleaned everything, put everything away, and marched back up the stairs. He chuckled; the jar was back on the nightstand. If the jar truly offended either girl as much as they liked to screech and squeal, they would have thrown it away. Clay did a quick search on his cell phone, located and ordered two forty ounce jars of the lubricant, paid for it and had it shipped to 1815 Morning Drive. Grandpa Early's binder was a true find. The man left nothing to chance; gave exact temperatures and gauge readings, precise measurements. And had Clay not found the clue in Aunt Polly's diary, he would have found it in Grandpa Early's binder. Ten gallon sugar maple barrels. And Polly and Molly had cleaned the barrels out with a half-gallon of Early's Sweet. The girls poured the whiskey in, sealed the barrels tight, and then rolled the barrels around. Then, after ten minutes of rolling the barrels around, shrieking with laughter as they terrified some of the piglets with the rolling barrel, the two girls dumped the whiskey out, into the hogs' trough, and then pumped cold water into the barrels to the brim. This was also dumped into the hogs' trough. There had been five barrels; the hogs were quite drunk by the time Clay's great-great aunts had finished with the barrels. "Mystery solved," Clay said when Anita answered her phone. "Dr. Chopin, please tell me you are not at your lab," Anita said. "Huh? No, no, I'm at home," Clay said and told her what he had found. He hung up and prepared to open the next footlocker. "This is your home?" Colleen asked from the doorway, blue eyes looking at him hopefully. "Huh?" Clay asked, looking at her. She was again dressed in her nearly translucent camisole and panty set, fuzzy robe hanging loosely. With the overhead light on, Clay could just make out one large light brown nipple. "Whoever you were talking to, you said you were at home," Colleen said. "This is your home?" "Yeah, yeah, for now, I guess," Clay admitted. "Oh!" Colleen gasped happily then scampered away. Roughly an hour later, Collette stuck her head into the bedroom. "You eating lunch?" she asked softly. "Huh? Oh, no, no not here, got a bunch of stuff back at my apartment," Clay said. "Need to quit this though." His eye was burning and itching and watering; the dust and mothballs in the trunks had aggravated it. "Clay, you can't drive like that," Collette said. "Don't!" he snapped angrily. Don't you ever... Don't you ever tell me what I can and can't do, bitch!" "I'm sorry," Collette sniffed back a tear. He had been softening, or so it seemed. His angry response to her concern however, showed her that the softening had only been wishful thinking on her part. "I'm sorry. It's just that, your eye; it's watering and..." she choked, and then scampered away. Clay flushed his eye with tap water, wincing as the chlorine burned. Finally, his eye quit watering enough and he could see again. The binder continued to provide valuable information and Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday were very busy at work. He came in early and stayed late. "He's here!" Colleen happily called out from her bedroom as she saw Clay's white pickup truck pull into the driveway. Clay saw Colleen's blonde head briefly then it disappeared from the window. He checked the Pelican; obviously, they had either figured out to check the mail or there had been no mail since Saturday. "You got a box," Collette informed him when he entered the foyer. "Huh? Oh, oh yeah, that. Thanks," Clay said and picked up the quite heavy box. There were a few bills and some sales promotions, Clay did wonder about Candy receiving sales notices from both Abdul's and Babbage's, the two trendy department stores in the greater DeGarde area. "You eating?" Collette asked as she checked the meatloaf in the oven. "Don't services start in what? Ten minutes?" Clay asked, noticing that it was seven fifty, according to the clock on the oven. "What? No, no, that clock's an hour fast," Colleen said. "And," Collette said and hesitated. "We're not going anyway," Colleen said, almost challenging. "Oh, okay, Momma's rolling in her grave, but okay," Clay shrugged. "You eating?" Collette asked again. "Yeah," Clay agreed and continued his trajectory up the stairs. He hung the clothes he'd brought with him in the closet of the master bedroom. Then, with a check that both girls were still downstairs, he quickly opened the box and grabbed the two giant jars of lubricant. A quick glance at the nightstand revealed that the original jar was still prominent on Candy's nightstand. Quickly, he put a jar on Colleen's, then the second one on Collette's nightstands and returned to his bedroom. He opened the next trunk and found the personal items of Grandpa Early, Aunt Polly, and Aunt Molly. There was a badge that had obviously belonged to Uncle Sam, and there was a dent in it from a bullet. There was, however, nothing more referring to Grandpa Early's moonshining days in that trunk. Dinner was quiet, which was fine with Clay. He did not have much in common with the two girls and could not imagine that they did much during their days that would interest him. Colleen wanted to ask him about his time in the military, wanted to ask him what had happened; why did he wear an eye patch, did he have any medals? Collette wanted to ask him, what could she do, how could she rid him of his anger, his hatred of her and her sister? "I um, I saw you brought some clothes," Colleen broached the subject. "You um, you staying tonight?" "I've gave my apartment my thirty days' notice; figure I'd move a few things, bits and pieces," Clay agreed. "We're, how, you're not kicking us out, are you?" Collette stammered, blue eyes wide with terror. "Kicking..." Colleen gasped, having not even thought of that possibility. She had been hiding in the safety of her room when Collette and Clay had their discussion about 1815 Morning Drive being Clay's house, that Collette and Colleen had no claim to the home. "No, damn it; where did that come from?" Clay barked at Collette. "Believe me, if I was kicking your fat asses out, you'd already be out." The ice in the freezer had gone from just a couple of puny chunks, to overflowing and Clay fought down the irritation as he showed both girls how to simply flip the lever up to stop it from making so much ice. Then he fixed himself a drink and read through the contract that Jim Taylor and his group of buyers had provided to him. He retreated to his father's, now his office when Collette wanted to watch a television show she'd heard about but had never been able to watch because of being in services on Wednesday evenings. "Hello Mr. Taylor? Clay Chopin here; hope I'm not catching you at a bad time," Clay said, using the house phone. He agreed to a ninety-ten split, wanting to at least have some portion of the business. They agreed on a time to meet to make the changes and sign and notarize the sale and Clay hung up. He had finished his evening shower, had slipped on his comfortable cotton shorts and loose tee shirt when he heard Colleen squeal. He almost raced out of the room to see what was wrong when he heard an indignant squeal from Collette, then two girls shriek with laughter. "They're even bigger!" Colleen squealed. "O.M.G!" Collette laughed. He did set the alarm clock, even though he knew he would not need it and slept. In the morning, he was shaved showered, dressed, bed made and breakfast eaten and still there was no sound from upstairs. He checked; Colleen's bedroom was unoccupied. In Collette's room, both Colleen and Collette were sleeping. Collette's top had worked itself up and one delectable breast and large nipple was visible, as was her flat belly. Colleen was snuggled down under her blanket and slept facing Collette's back. It was Friday evening, almost dark by the time they saw Clay again. "I already put dinner away but I can heat it up you want me to," Collette offered when he walked in, more clothes in hand. "No, no thanks; had dinner at the Dead End," Clay said. "Shrimp Creole, almost more than I could eat." "Ew, that stripper bar?" Colleen looked disgusted. Clay ignored her complaints and walked upstairs with the clothes. A quick look into their rooms showed that the girls were learning. Their beds were made and there was no sign of clothing strewn about. "See?" Collette said from behind him. "Now can we have our doors back?" "It been five years yet?" Clay asked. "Clay, that's not right," Collette argued. "We got no privacy." "Right now it's just you and Colleen; what you need privacy for?" Clay asked, smirking as he saw that both girls still had the jars of lubricant on their nightstands. His eyebrow went up; the seal on Colleen's jar had been broken off. "Well, I mean, you're here right now and..." Collette faltered. "I seem to remember two girls used to love trying to catch peeks at me," Clay said. "Of course," Colleen agreed. "We loved you. But we also wanted to see what made a boy a boy." "And I'm sure you've found out," Clay said, marching to his bedroom, the master bedroom. "A lot by now." Collette's response was cut off by the closing door. Clay opened the next trunk and found Candy's few memories, along with some of Collette and Colleen's childhood memorabilia. Colleen seemed to have twice as much little trinket and art work and other things than Collette did and Clay puzzled about this. (Candy would have been happy to tell Clay, while snarling, that the reason was simple. Collette's father, she was sure, was either Candy's older brother or Candy's fifty nine year old uncle. It had been the brother's best friend that got Candy hooked on cocaine and after Collette's birth, any money Candy earned by turning tricks, or posing for pornography went to magic powder, not fun little things like bronzed baby shoes, or toys, or baby photographs. Her uncle had been happy to pay for a boob job but actually complained about having to buy a thirty nine dollar tricycle for Collette. By the time Colleen was six months old, though, Candy had begun her rehabilitation, had found Jesus. ) Clay took out the two photographs Candy had of Collette as a baby and slipped them in front of the wedding picture and the Beach photograph frame got switched for a photograph of a laughing one year old Colleen. He put a more recent photograph of Candy onto her old nightstand and found one of his father to put on the other nightstand. Even as his father was smiling, Clay could see sadness in his father's eyes. Candy's smile did not reach above her upper lip; Clay thought it appropriate. His eye was watering so Clay thought it would be a good time to check out the gin. Anita had been less than enthusiastic about the idea of a line of vodka for now, wanting to establish both beer and whiskey lines before investing in the next product. "Hurry! Here he comes!" Collette ordered as she stood in front of Colleen's doorway. Clay smirked but turned his head to the side, to demonstrate that he would not peek in on Colleen. Inside her bedroom, Colleen actually slowed down instead of hurrying. She sighed, disappointed when she heard Collette's sigh of relief. Then she stood in front of Collette's door so Collette could change out of blue jeans and light sweater to her own sleepwear. In the den, Clay found some of his father's classical CDs and put on a Chopin piece. Both father and son had loved that they shared the same name of a famous composer. And in time, both had come to appreciate the man's works. "Clay?" Collette asked quietly as Clay sipped the gin and tonic. "I talk with you?" "God, really?" Clay asked, perturbed. "I can't even just sit for a minute?" He turned to look; the doorway was on his left side, his blind side, but she was gone. The piece finished playing, the gin and tonic coursed its way through him and he cleaned, dried, and put the glass away, then marched upstairs. "My bedroom, now," he said from Collette's doorway. "Clay, what, there anything, I'm tired of you hating me, hating us so much; I do anything?" Collette stammered, pulling the sash of her short robe tighter and tighter around herself as she rambled. "Yeah there is," he said. "Dig your mother up and bring her back to life so I can kill her." "Clay! I'm serious!" Collette said, tears beginning to form. "I'm just so..." "Really? You really think a few tears and a few 'I'm sorries' are going to make up for the years and years of shit I had to put up with?" Clay snarled at her. Collette silently shook her head 'no' then left the room. She plopped down on her bed and shrugged out of her terry cloth robe, even as she used the sleeve to dab at her eyes. A moment later, a knock sounded at her doorjamb and Colleen sidled into her bedroom. "No, Colleen, not tonight, huh? Go sleep in your own bed, all right?" Collette barked. She heard a small squeak and immediately felt horrible. She pulled her robe back on and went to Colleen's bedroom. "I'm sorry; clay just hurt my feelings," Collette apologized. "No, no, I need to grow up," Colleen whispered. "I think we both do," Collette agreed and took some of the small Raggedy Ann dolls Colleen had on her bed and threw them on the floor. Then she again shrugged out of her robe and slid under the covers with Colleen. "What do you dream about?" Colleen asked a few moments later, her small voice even smaller in the darkness. "What? What do you mean?" Collette asked, rolling over to face her sister. "I mean, when you, you know, when you, when you're..." Colleen said, and then moved closer to her sister. "When you do THAT to yourself, you know," Colleen said and patted Collette's crotch softly. "What do you think about?" "Colleen! I don't!" Collette gasped. "Oh," Colleen sighed, disappointed. "Why? What do YOU think about?" Collette asked. "Clay," Colleen responded immediately. "Well, I don't," Collette denied. "Not the way he's been..." "I dream he grabs me and rips my panties off and then just sticks his um, his, his thing. Up my butt," Colleen admitted. "Up your... Colleen!" Collette fussed, and then whispered. "Doesn't it hurt?" "How would I know?" Colleen asked. "Probably. I mean, it kind of feels weird when I stick my finger up there, and I'm sure his thing's a lot bigger than my finger." "Colleen! You stick your..." Collette asked. She heard Colleen grab the jar off her nightstand. "I mean, I get my finger all wet with this..." Colleen confessed. "Go to sleep, Colleen," Collette ordered. "...and then I work it..." Colleen went on. "Go. To. Sleep," Collette ordered and kissed her sister on her lips. "Now." A moment later, Colleen nudged her sister. "So what do you dream about?" she asked again. "Clay holding me and kissing me and telling me he loves me," Collette admitted. "That he's not mad at us anymore and he's glad we're his sisters and he loves us and..." She broke down and sobbed. Colleen hugged her tightly. Chapter 9 On Saturday, Clay made the girls move their cars out of the garage so he could look through the items and determine what they needed, and what could be thrown away. "How did y'all get driver's licenses anyway, and your own cars?" he asked when both girls again came into the garage, to stand and watch him. "Got into Music Club and Cheerleading and Soccer and field hockey," Collette answered. "Momma finally decided she didn't want to have to drive us here and there and..." Clay stared hard at them for a moment, and then nodded his head. He had buckled under, went to school, came home, sat in his room. If he had gotten involved in all the activities available to him as a student of Kimble Academy, he might have been able to get a car, get some freedom. Instead, he learned how to drive in boot camp and basics, and in the treacherous neighborhoods of Iraq. "Should have done that too," Clay agreed and looked around the garage. "Okay, there's a service comes out, what, once a week? Once every two weeks, cuts the grass?" he asked, seeing a fairly new looking lawnmower, a gas powered weed eater and a leaf blower against one wall. "Yeah; they wait until it's real tall and..." Colleen agreed. "Every two weeks," Collette supplied. "Ever think maybe one of you could do it, save the money?" Clay asked, pointing to the lawn equipment. They looked at him, uncomprehending. He shook his head and decided he'd seen enough of the garage's contents. "We can wash our cars?" Colleen asked when Clay told them they could put their cars back. "God, really?" Clay exploded. "I got to tell you when you can wipe your asses?" Colleen's eyes filled with tears. "No, Clay," Collette shrilled, hands forming claws. "She just wants to know if you're going to need us for anything, or if we can wash them now, you ass hole!" "No, no, you're good," Clay agreed. He did feel a little bad for his response, but the whole situation really was disconcerting. They both seemed to be so clueless about everything, and they both followed him around like lost sheep. In all his time back home, Clay had not walked into, or even looked into the back yard. He was very surprised to see a fairly new hot tub on the back porch. Lifting a corner of the cover made Clay cough; he did not know how long the water had sat in the tub, but it was obviously time to drain, clean and refill the tub. But, colleen and Collette would be using the hose for now. He looked at the two pecan trees, then at the ground. Sure enough, there were several ripened and split pecans. There was a two person hammock underneath the shade of the trees and he brushed several weeks of pecans, twigs, leaves off of the canvas. "Collette! Don't!" he heard Colleen complain. Rounding the corner, he saw Collette threatening Colleen with the garden hose. Both girls were in bikinis, very modest bikinis by most standards, but they still displayed what beautiful bodies the girls had. Music was pumping out of one of the cars, or what passed as music. Clay didn't recognize the singer but found her voice lacking in range or depth. The laughing Collette's back was to Clay as she brandished the hose, hand on the squirt attachment. A giggling, gasping Colleen cowered down behind her car. Clay reached around, grabbed the hose from a startled Collette. He then forced the tip of the squirt attachment into the back of her bikini bottom and gave her a quick squirt. "Don't threaten your sister," he ordered over Collette's surprised scream. "Ha ha," he heard Colleen jeer as he walked back into the house. He was again in his father's office, looking through the mindless scraps of paper, very grateful he'd not gone into Accounting, or any other business related field. "Ass hole," Collette giggled from the door and he looked up at her. She was still dressed in her bikini and he could see that her nipples had hardened in the chill air. He smirked at her. "You staying for lunch?" she asked. "Saw this new place, Tommy's? Don't know if it's any good or not, but... Y'all like po-boys?" he asked "Ooh, I can get me a shrimp?" Colleen asked from behind Collette. "Yeah, it's..." Clay said and looked at his watch; the battery for the wall clock had died. "Yeah, it's eighteen after eleven; go get dressed and we'll go there, okay?" "Okay," Collette said. "Oh, Clay?" Colleen asked, her voice carrying a nervous lilt to it. "Yeah?" he asked, looking up again from the tedious paperwork. "It okay I wipe my butt now?" she asked, then scampered away, giggling. They clambered up into his pickup truck, Colleen taking the front seat and Collette taking the rear jump seat. He let them order first, then ordered his own and paid for it. "Now, while we're out here, y'all need to do any grocery shopping? Need anything from Schaub's Pharmacy?" he asked as he bit down into his roast beef. "Schaub's... Because we're diseased?" Collette spat out. "No, like birth control pills, PMS medication, and stuff like that," Clay spat back. "Momma didn't want us on..." Colleen said. "Of course not," Clay sighed. A group of girls came in, dressed in leotards, obviously from the dance studio next door. Giggling and squealing, they ordered ice cream cones. Then one girl stepped up and said, "Do you have banana splits?" "Banana splits?" Tommy thundered, angry scowl on his face. "Banana splits? Do you see any trees in here? Do you see any monkeys swinging around? Banana splits? No, we don't have any banana splits here!" The girls squealed and shrieked with laughter at the man's antics and ran out, still giggling. "Get many orders for banana splits?" Clay asked the smiling man. "Oh, every now and then, they like to come in here and do that," the man agreed. "I think my girlfriend puts them up to it." Home again, Clay drained the hot tub, cleaned it out, then refilled it, all with an audience of two. ""Let the chemicals settle," he told them as he started the jets. "Probably about an hour and y'all can use it." "We never..." Collette admitted. "That was just for Momma and Mr. Earl," Colleen supplied. "I won't tell them if you don't," he said and coiled the hose and put it in the garage again. The girls decided they'd had enough of following him and watching him and found something insipid (in Clay's opinion) to watch on the large television. So he turned on the stereo system in Candy's living room, put in a Chopin cd, and stretched out on the couch. Candy would have been incensed that he had invaded her sanctuary, that he had his feet on her couch. "Feet are a lot cleaner than the nasty old asses that disgraced this couch before," he said aloud, as if he was arguing with Candy. "Clay?" he heard Collette whisper and he opened his eye to look into her beautiful, smiling face. He had not realized he'd fallen asleep, but obviously he had. "Yeah?" he asked as she crouched, staring at him. "You eating? It's ready," she offered. "Oh, yeah, yeah, sure, smells good," he agreed. "It's her stir fry," Colleen offered. After dinner, Clay watched the local news while, giggling like naughty school children, Collette and Colleen availed themselves of the previously off-limits hot tub. "Oh!" Collette gasped as she discovered one reason why her mother had loved the lounge seat. When fully reclined, the jet pummeled the lower back. Scooted up slightly, which Collette had done to keep hair and mouth and nose from sinking under the surface, the jet pummeled the crotch. "Oh," she shuddered, rocking slightly. "That's at 'Medium,'" Colleen said innocently as she looked at the panel. "Let's see what 'Turbo' does. It says it's ninety five degrees. It feel like ninety five to you?" "Oh!" Collette shuddered in orgasm as the jet's force increased. After a second orgasm, she slithered off of the maddening seat and settled onto a regular seat. "You got to do that," she finally offered. "Do what?" Colleen asked, relaxing on one of the seats, relishing the feeling of the jets pummeling her lower back, her shoulders, and her calves. "Here," Collette said and pulled her over to the lounge seat. "Hey, oh, hey!" Colleen shrieked as the water pounded her crotch. "It getting you?" Collette giggled. "Oh," Colleen sighed, pulling the crotch of her bikini bottom aside. With a 'ding' the jets ceased and Colleen looked positively stricken. Collette laughed at her sister's expression. "Here," she giggled and pressed the 'on' button, then set the jets to 'Turbo.' "Put the cover back on?" Clay asked when the two girls, still wobbling, entered the home through the French doors. "Ooh! It's cold in here!" Collette complained. "Yes, we put it on," Colleen said, teeth chattering slightly. "And latched it?" Clay asked but they had already rushed up the stairs. They had not but Clay decided not to fuss at them about it. They had not been allowed to use the tub; they probably didn't know about the latches for the cover. Upstairs, squealing in the cold, both girls quickly got out of the wet bikinis and quickly pulled on sleepwear and robes then dove under the covers on Collette's bed. "Next time, I'm bringing my warm ups out there," Collette declared. "Or at least a towel," Colleen agreed. "Think of that now?" Collette laughed. After she'd warmed up enough, Collette got out, gathered their soggy bikinis and brought them into the bathroom and draped the pieces over the shower rod. The following morning, Clay was already up, showered, shaved, dressed, and on his third cup of coffee when Colleen scampered down the stairs for breakfast. Collette followed right behind and Clay admired two juicy rear ends as they poked around in the pantry. "That church of yours starts in about an hour," he reminded them and they both squealed. "I wish you wouldn't do that," he complained. "And I wish you wouldn't scare us," Collette snapped as she dug out two bowls. "We're not going anyway," Colleen declared. "That's unacceptable," Clay said. "I don't care if y'all never go back to the Church of the Used Cars and Living Messiah or whatever the hell it is, but y'all need to go to some church, all right?" "You going?" Collette challenged as she plunked the gallon of milk down on the table. "Yes I am," Clay said. "Mass starts at seven forty five." "We go with you?" Colleen asked. "Sure, but not dressed like that," Clay said. Both girls raced through their cereal then scampered up the stairs. Candy truly had spoiled her girls; when they came back down the stairs, their dresses were horribly wrinkled. "Iron's in the master bedroom; go use it," Clay ordered. "How you..." Collette asked. "Oh you are kidding me," Clay said and herded them back up the stairs. "Blouses," he ordered and after a second of hesitation, Colleen shrugged out of her blouse, revealing a pretty lace bra. Then she wiggled out of her skirt, revealing a very skimpy pair of lace panties. Collette wiggled out of her dress, revealing pretty black bra and panties and thigh high stockings. "Ooh, I forgot put on my stockings; be right back," Colleen said and dashed out of the room. Clay made very quick work of ironing Collette's dress. Colleen came back into the room and sat on the edge of the bed, rolling her stockings up in front of Clay while he put knife-edge creases into her pleated skirt, then ironed her blouse, trying hard not to look at her as the crotch of her skimpy white lace panties showed off her plump pubic mound. "Where'd you learn to do that?" Collette asked as Colleen zipped up her dress for her. "Marines," Clay said. It was their second time in a Catholic Church and Colleen and Collette looked around St. Patrick's with interest. The deacon made some announcements, and then they stood for the processional. Colleen and Collette watched Clay's every move, but because they were on his left side, he was able to ignore them. Father Dan Nguyen had been living in the United States long enough to have lost his Indonesian accent and the small man gave a heartfelt, moving Homily on that day's Gospel, urging his parishioners to listen to the words that Jesus taught the disciples. "Forgive your debtors as you would want your own debts to be forgiven if you could not repay them," Father Dan implored his congregation. "My uncle lost everything over two hundred dollars. It might as well have been two million dollars; he simply could not pay it. The farm his father, and his father's father had labored on, lost. Is there a debt you cannot repay?" He let them mull the question. "Yes," he said. "The price of original sin. But our Savior paid that debt for us. And here, He asks that you do the same. You forgive someone that has wronged you, that has sinned." When the deacon ordered that they show one another the sign of peace, Clay turned to Colleen, and after a second of hesitation, hugged her. Colleen, not knowing what to expect, what this 'sign of peace' was, squealed in delight as her hero's arms gathered her in and clung to him tightly. ""Let me go so I can hug your sister," Clay hissed, embarrassed at the way Colleen clung to him. Collette also felt like swooning as he hugged her. Then, thinking that hugging was the sign of peace, they hugged the old woman that had sat to Collette's left, leaned over the pew and hugged the two obviously gay men that sat in front of them, then looked around for others to hug. "What's this?" Colleen whispered as the Communion procession began. "Eucharist; you can't receive it," Clay hissed back. "Just walk up, bow and cross your arms in front of your chest for the blessing, okay?" Colleen repeated it for Collette and they followed the old lady. The deacon smiled warmly and blessed each of the blonde beauties, then gave Clay the Eucharist. "Momma said y'all don't follow the Scripture but I liked it and y'all didn't pray to no statues," Collette said from the jump seat in the truck as they drove home. "Uh huh," Clay said. "Now, Saints play at twelve today and I don't care what y'all want to watch, I am watching that, hear?" "Chicken fried steak for lunch today; I don't care what you want to eat, that's what we're eating, hear?" Collette responded. Clay parked, hit the electric locks on the doors, locking them then in came around the truck. "I didn't say it, don't hit me," Colleen giggled as he unlocked her door. "No! No!" Collette screamed, trying to crawl over the seat to get out the truck on the driver's side Clay grabbed her by her ankle and pulled her out the truck, enjoying the fact that her dress had bunched up to under her armpits. "Ow!" she squealed when he gave her a sharp slap to her lace covered rear end. Then he pulled her up, pulled her dress back down, to cover her modesty, and then swatted her backside a second time before locking the truck. "I love you," she said, kissed him on his cheek and followed her laughing sister into the house. Chapter 10 Since it was only nine o'clock, Clay went up the stairs and got out the clothing he planned to wear for the week ahead. He made quick work of it and was hanging the last of it into his closet. "Clay?" Colleen asked from the doorway. "Yes?" he asked, stepping out of his closet. "You show me how do that?" she asked, pointing at the ironing board. "Colleen, please go put some clothes on," he said, seeing that she was holding a pair of jeans and a blouse, both in desperate need of ironing, dressed only in bra and panties. "But that's why I want these ironed," she said. "Go put your pajamas or your robe on," he demanded. "Okay, she said, put the blouse and jeans on the bed and left the room. Colleen came back in her robe and Clay did show her how to iron the items. She tried to wiggle into the jeans and he finally stopped her. "Colleen, those don't fit; why are you..." he asked. "All I have left that's clean," she complained. "You are... Collette! Get in here!" Clay called out. "Yeah?" Collette asked, as Colleen wiggled into the snug top. "When's the last time y'all washed clothes?" he asked. Colleen again tried to pull the jeans up, but they would not go over her hips. The top did not stretch down, so her panties and mid-section were visible. "Uh..." Collette tried to think. "Colleen, leave the jeans; they're not going up," Clay ordered and she peeled them back down and off. "Okay, get all your dirty clothes and bring them into the garage," Clay said. "Want to dig your God damned useless mother up and beat the shit out of her," he muttered as he marched into the garage. "That's not all of it, huh?" he asked when they came in, arms tightly around wadded up clothing. "No," Colleen wheezed. "Dropped a bunch of it." At least Collette did have the basics of separating darks and lights and whites. "No, no, you can't put that all into their; that's at least three, maybe even four loads," Clay said, putting his hand on Colleen's panty clad rear as she attempted to stuff all the darks into the machine. It had been unintentional, but Clay had to admit, her rear did feel good. Then he showed them both how to measure out the detergent. "Now, in about ten, maybe fifteen minutes, need to come out here and see if you hear the water running again. You do? Then add a capful of this fabric softener," he said. "Because we're delicate and our clothes should be nice and soft," Collette smugly said. "Don't push it," Clay said. He sat in his father's office and mulled over the priest's words as he continued to try to sort through his father's bank accounts, credit cards, and other holdings. Could either girl pay back the debt their mother had amassed? Five years of verbal, physical, emotional abuse. Five years of being stifled, then ten more years of having no relationship with his father, his only living relative. Of course not. And obviously, they were about to run out of clean clothes, they had run out of food, most likely would have sat in the dark had Ms. Coutre not paid the utilities after his father's passing. Their mother had abused the two girls as well. She saw it as loving them, but her lack of making them responsible for themselves had actually been neglect. Her pampering of Collette and Colleen had left them woefully ill-equipped to handle life. Collette and Colleen had gone to high school, graduated high school and had both enrolled in college, but both were too naive to even know what the Student's Financial Aid office was for. He had withdrawn both of them from U.L.D. for this semester and re-enrolled them for next semester, with the same classes. This time, however, he had paid the tuition in advance. He did wonder why his father had not done this. (His father had planned on giving Candy and her two illegitimate brats their walking papers but had suffered his fatal heart attack before that could happen.) "What we do if there's no more fabric softener?" Collette asked from the doorway of the office. "Throw yourself on the floor and scream and cry it's not fair," he said, got to his feet and playfully pinched her rear end as he passed her. "Ow!" she giggled. And pinched his in retaliation. "Like my butt, huh?" "Why you think I got you those big jars?" he asked and entered the garage, in time to see Colleen's panty covered rear end as she tried to see why the dryer would not start. "Ew! Oh Clay!" Collette screeched. "Good God, what's this?" Clay asked, showing her a box of Dreft powdered fabric softener. "We can use that?" Colleen asked. "The dryer's broken. "It's your house, you can use whatever you want," Clay said. He closed the door of the dryer and pressed the button and it started immediately. "Oh, the door's got to be closed?" Colleen said. "Because the washing machine..." "Is, is it? Is it really our house?" Collette asked him, eyes wide. He picked her up and made as if he would stuff her into the washing machine. "No, Clay! Quit," Collette screamed, laughing. "Lunch," Collette announced an hour later. "Bring it in here," Clay asked as the Saints lined up on the thirty four yard line after earning a hard fought first down. "Momma said we're..." Colleen said. "Momma's not here and the Saints are playing," Clay said and took another sip of his St. Elizabeth's Ale. A moment later, Collette carried two plates into the den, Colleen right behind her with her own plate. Then Collette ran back to the kitchen and grabbed two glasses of milk. Then, Collette sat on his left while Colleen sat on his right and they ate their lunch. "I re-enrolled y'all for next semester," Clay said during a commercial. "We got to go to Student Aid?" Colleen asked. "No, I paid for it," Clay said. "What we, we got to..." Collette asked. "I'll do it," Colleen quickly volunteered. "You got to go to school, got to study, got to get good grades, they're back on, hush," Clay said. During the next commercial, Clay looked at Collette. She looked back at him and smiled happily. "So what you studying to be?" he asked her. "Supposed to be studying be a nurse; Momma and Reverend Smit says nurses make good money," Collette said. "That what you want to be?" Clay asked her. "Well, I'm going to need good money," Collette said, after a long hesitation. "Don't worry about money," Clay said. "We got all the money we need. Is that what you want to do?" "No," she admitted. "I wanted to be a teacher. I love working with the kids at camps and..." "Then next week you need to meet with your advisor and get your major changed, see what credits you already have will transfer over, okay?" Clay said. "I can..." she asked "Wouldn't you rather be happy?" he asked. She squealed and threw her arms around him and kissed him on his lips. "Oh, God, I love you so much!" she shrilled, tears of joy spilling out. "And you?" Clay turned to look at Colleen, even though the game was back on. "What you..." "A Mom," Colleen said, looking at him, light blush beginning. "Your kids' Mom." "That's what..." he asked. I want, I've always wanted to have five or six kids; I always dreamed you'd be their Daddy and you'd love them and they'd grow up to be big and strong and smart and brave just like you," Colleen admitted. "She has," Collette agreed, still leaning against him on his left side. "I love you," Colleen said simply. "Huh," Clay said stupidly. "Both of y'all, shush, game's back on." And the Redskins kicked a field goal, sending the broadcast to commercial. Both girls giggled. Collette took their plates and Colleen went into the garage. A moment later, she entered the house, carrying an armload of clothes. "Nuh uh, bring them here," Clay ordered. "We're folding those." "Oh I was..." Colleen said. "Yeah, I know, you was going to stuff them in your closet, bring them here, drop them on the floor," Clay ordered. They sat across from each other, Clay instructing her on how to fold clothing. When that pile was finished, she raced back to the garage and brought in more clothing. Collette, having finished cleaning the kitchen, joined and Clay instructed her as well. "Colleen tired of looking at your drawers," he said, the sight of her camel-toe giving him a slight erection. "Oh, okay," she said and stood up, hooking her thumbs into the waistband. "Don't you dare," both Clay and Collette said and Colleen giggled. "Now, did you clean the lint trap?" Clay asked. "The..." Colleen said. "Come see," she ordered and the two girls followed him out to the garage. "See your mother didn't know about that either," Clay said as it was obvious it had not been cleaned in a few cycles. "How often you do that?" Colleen asked. "Every time, or at least every other time," Clay said and nodded approval as Collette, noticing that the rinse cycle had started, added a scoop of the powdered softener to the washing machine. "Really?" Collette asked again, clutching his hand in her small ones. "Really, I can be a teacher?" "Yes, Collette, I want you to be happy," Clay said. "I will be," she tearfully said, hugging him. "Want me to be happy?" Colleen asked, rubbing his powerful arm. "Of course," he said as Collette refused to let him go, snuggling tightly against him. Colleen stepped back and pushed her panties off her hips, exposing a hairless pussy. "Colleen, damn it, put your..." Clay ordered. "You like it? I shaved it for you," she admitted, pointing to her hairless pussy. "Office, now, Collette, let me go, huh?" Clay ordered. Colleen turn and ran into the house, moist panties still wadded up on the floor. "She really, minute we first laid eyes on you, she wants to be your girlfriend," Collette whispered, still clinging to him. "I mean, I do too, but..." "Let go of me," Clay ordered, breaking Collette's fierce grip. "Please, Clay, please don't hurt her; she really is so in love with you," Collette begged. Clay walked into his office but Colleen wasn't in there. Then he heard her flip flops slapping the floor as she ran. She entered his office, completely nude, large jar of lubricant in her hand. Tears of joy ran down her face and her smile was wide. She put the jar on the desk. "Close the door," Clay sighed, taking his seat. He almost laughed as she slammed it loudly. "Come here," Clay said, wishing there was a second chair in the office. She was on him in a millisecond, raining clumsy kisses on his face as she wiggled on his lap. "I love you, God, I love you so much," she said in between kisses. "Colleen, stop!" he finally managed to break her fierce grip on him and pin her arms to her side. "How we do it?" she asked, voice a whisper. "First we talk," he said. "That's why I wanted to come in here." She wiggled her naked buttocks against his crotch and his cock stiffened painfully. Her nipples were crinkled tightly in excitement and he could feel moisture seeping through his slacks and boxers. And the whole time, her blue eyes shone with happiness and she smiled at him. Because Colleen was sitting facing his left, he had to peer around to see her. "Colleen, good God..." he said and she wiggled again, sending shock waves to his cock. She cut off his words by pressing her lips to his. "Stop, Colleen, stop, we need to talk," he said. "I shaved my..." she lowered her whisper to an almost Silent mouthing. "...pussy for you." "And how you know I'd even like that?" Clay asked, slightly puzzled. "Those magazines; I saw them in your room," she whispered. "Those... Oh!" Clay said and decided very quickly he would not mention that those were not his magazines or the reason why his father had bought those magazines. "And I been practicing..." and again she lowered her voice. "...up the butt." "Listen," he said and squeezed her in a loving hug. "I really appreciate you..." He ran a finger over her smooth mound. She shivered and leaned against him, blue eyes shining up at him. "...shaving it for me," he said and she kissed him again. "I'd do anything for you," she whispered. "But making love, and especially making a baby? That's a huge step," he said and, without thought, ran a finger up and down her very wet slit. She moaned and spread her legs wide, right foot dangling over the armrest of the office chair, left foot resting up on his desk. "I know it is, but you're here and I know you'd never hurt me," Colleen groaned, thrusting her pelvis toward his finger. Clay could feel her inner lips puffing and swelling and peeking out as she grew more and more excited. "Oh Clay," Colleen let out a shaky groan as he played with her inner lips "Damn it; this isn't talking," Clay reminded himself. "Oh," Colleen shuddered, eyes squeezing tightly shut when he found her clitoris. "Colleen..." he tried to say and she clumsily stuffed her tongue into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Mmm!" she squealed into his mouth as she shivered. "Ugh!" she grunted when his finger bumped her hymen. "You do know losing that, popping your cherry is going to hurt," he said. "Yeah, but only for like a minute or two, right?" Colleen asked, spreading her legs even wider. "Yeah, about a minute or two," Clay agreed. "Does it hurt you? I mean, when the girl's a virgin? Does it...?" Colleen asked. Clay looked into her blue eyes and saw the total love and concern in them. She wasn't worried in the least that it would hurt her but was worried that deflowering her might hurt him. "No, not really," he assured her and she smiled again. "So where..." she asked, looking around the small office. "I mean, there's really no where, Oh! We could go in Momma's room; there's a couple of couches in there." Clay chuckled at the thought of sullying, spoiling the sanctity of the living room, the former Bible Study room by deflowering Candy's youngest child. Bending Colleen over the arm of the couch where Candy always sat to hold court and sodomizing Colleen would forever taint that room. Colleen seemed to have no qualms though, as she wiggled out of his lap and grabbed the jar of lubricant. "Colleen, wait, come here," Clay ordered. Finally, the seriousness of his tone seemed to penetrate and she slowed down in her movements. She approached, jar of lubricant clutched to her large breasts. He cupped her face in his hands and she kissed the palms of his hands and peered deeply into his eye. "Upstairs, my, Mr. Earl and your momma's room, okay? It'll be a lot more comfortable there, okay?" he surrendered. She squealed happily, bounced and kissed him, then blazed out of the room. Chapter 11 Collette's blonde head whirled from staring up the stairs to Clay's face when she heard the office door close. "If you hurt her..." she whispered, tears beginning to form. Clay smiled softly and took Collette's pretty face into his hands. "I'm not, well, it's going to hurt for a minute but..." he tried to assure her. "No, I mean, Clay, please, please don't hurt her heart," Collette sobbed out, clutching onto his hands. "She loves you so much, she idolizes you. You're her big brother." "I'm not," Clay started to protest. "You know what I mean; to her, to Colleen, you're her big brother, the big brave Marine," Collette said. "And you?" Clay asked. "You're my big brave brother, the Marine and all I've ever wanted was for you to love me' take care of me," Collette whispered, big blue eyes peering into his one good eye. Clay bent and kissed her softly on her lips and she clung to him. "Okay," he said. "I'm your big brother and I'm here to take care of you." When he entered the bedroom, the drapes on the two floor to ceiling windows were tightly closed. Colleen had found some candles and had them lighted, sitting on various pieces of furniture about the room. The flickering candles cast a soft, romantic glow. She stepped up, still nude, this time without her battered old flip-flops. Wordlessly, her big blue eyes shining up at him, she reached up and unbuttoned the top button on his shirt. When she had three buttons unbuttoned, she softly kissed his throat, then his chest. She gave a strangled squeal when she exposed the scar on his chest where the sniper's bullet had struck. "Oh, Clay!" she gasped out, then softly kissed the scar She took the shirt off and put it on a wire hanger and hung it on the door knob of the closet. Wordlessly, still peering up into his eyes, she guided him to the edge of the bed and sat him down. Then she knelt and unlaced his shoes. She slipped them off his feet and then got to her feet and carried them to the closet, putting the shoes by his shirt. Then she knelt again and peeled his socks off. The socks were placed into his shoes then she knelt again and laid her head on his thighs. "I love you," she whispered. Then she kissed his thighs and unbuckled his belt. The belt was tightly coiled and placed by his shoes and Clay stood when she again approached the bed. "I can expect this kind of treatment all the time?" he smiled as he held her face in his hands. "The Bible says that I am your servant," she affirmed. "But I'd much rather have an equal," he said. "Clay, I'm not your equal," she corrected him gently as she fumbled with the button on his trousers. "You're older than me, smarter than me, braver than me..." She lightly touched his chest scar. Then she kissed him softly and knelt down and pulled both trousers and boxers down to his ankles "Oh, my God," she sighed when she saw the first penis she'd ever seen. To her, it appeared to be gigantic, especially when she considered where it would be going. Her anus clamped tightly closed as she looked at his penis. It was seven inches long and had a fat vein along the bottom of it. The head flared out; it appeared to be about three inches in diameter to Colleen's eyes. The base was obscured by a blanket of brown curls, and underneath hung a heavy bag of flesh; she knew that this was where his testicles were housed. "May I... Can I?" she asked and wrapped her small hand around it, then groaned. Just the very thought of this large, hot feeling slab of meat forcing its way into her, spreading her wide, hurting her, filling her was enough to give Colleen a small orgasm. She almost squealed as she thought of Clay ripping her panties off of her and shoving this thick, trembling piece of flesh into her small anus, forcing it up into her bowels She sighed and kissed the head of his penis. "I love you," she whispered to him again. Then she bent and urged him to step out of his trousers and boxers. She rose to her feet and hung the trousers on a wooden hanger. She neatly pushed the items that fell out of his pockets against his shoes. His boxers were folded and looped over the trousers Then Colleen pulled down the bedspread and climbed into the bed. She motioned to Clay to join her. "Want me to put a condom on?" he asked her. She shook her head no. "No, Clay, remember? I want to be a Mom; your baby's mom. Collette and me? We're allergic to latex anyway," she said, "Well I uh..." he stammered as he slid under the sheet with her. "Clay, you, you're not a virgin too, are you?" Colleen asked quietly. "What? No!" he laughed, thinking of the numerous girls and women he'd had over the years. "Then, are you always this nervous?" she asked, cuddling up to him, resting her fingers on his smooth chest. "No, I uh..." he stammered. "Then why are you so..." she asked. "Because, Colleen, this is..." he snapped. He rolled over, kissed her and pushed her back into the mountain of pillows. "Because this is important," he admitted. She reveled in the feelings of Clay being on top of her, reveled in being smushed, of finding it a little hard to breathe as he rested on top of her. Colleen put her arms around his strong back and held Clay even tighter against herself until she could hardly breathe at all. Then Colleen's legs naturally, instinctively wound around Clay's narrow waist and tried to pull his manhood into her. And Clay relaxed his muscles and let her guide his cock into her. "I uh! Oh! Aieegh!" Colleen gasped then screamed as his cock battered through her hymen. She shuddered and shook, her legs pulling him tighter into her even as her small hands tried to keep him from pushing into her. The covers had completely fallen away. Even in the chill air-conditioning, though, neither was cold. Collette flung the door open; sure that Clay had struck her baby sister. Instead, in the flickering candlelight, she saw his muscled back, and hard, tight ass. "Go slow, Baby, please, go slow," Colleen urged as the tears trickled down her cheeks. "You sure?" Clay whispered. "Uh huh," Colleen nodded her head, grimacing. Collette knew she should quietly close the door; leave the two lovers to their privacy. Instead, Collette watched as Clay's tight ass pulled back, and then slowly sank forward again. "Oh!" Colleen sighed as more of her lover's cock entered her pussy. "Mmph!" she laughed as he bent his head and sucked a kiss from her. "Mmph!" she grunted as she felt all of him inside of her. "Oh!" she shuddered as he again pulled out of her. Collette watched, transfixed, as slowly, steadily, Clay picked up speed. Bending slightly, she could actually see his heavy balls, and then as he pulled out, Collette could see his flesh pushing into her sister's flesh. "Oh, that's it, oh God, oh sweet Jesus," Colleen grunted as the pain washed away and she began to enjoy the odd, full feeling her pussy was receiving. For Clay, this was truly a new sensation. Yes, he'd had lovers before. Yes, he'd even had virgins before. He had even had girls that thought they loved him before. But this was the first time he could remember ever feeling a true connection with the woman. Colleen felt like she was in a fog, a very thick fog. She couldn't see; she couldn't hear. All Colleen could do was feel and all she could feel was Clay's flesh sliding in and out of her. "I, oh, I God!" Colleen screamed as she felt an incredible orgasm twist and tear at her insides. And as she orgasmed, her vaginal muscles clamped down and rippled along Clay's penis and he tried to pull out of her. Her legs, however, pulled him even more and he bellowed as his cock spewed his semen into Colleen. "Oh, damn, damn, damn!" Clay grunted as he spurted several shots of semen into her. "Did you...?" Colleen quietly asked him. Uh huh," he weakly nodded. "Oh, okay, let me..." Colleen happily said and wiggled to get out from under him. He did shift to her right side and she let his softening penis slip from her pussy. Colleen looked up and saw her sister standing, hand still on the doorknob. Collette stared, amazed as a thick, light pink substance oozed from her sister's hairless lips. I'll be right back, okay?" Colleen told Clay, and then walked into the bathroom. "Uh huh," Clay mumbled, spent from such a forceful ejaculation. Colleen wet a face cloth in warm water, and then returned to the bedroom. The door was now closed; no sign of Collette. "Here, my love," Colleen whispered as she wiped Clay's sticky cock and pubic hair clean of her blood. "And now..." she said and took him into her mouth. Colleen did not know how to perform oral sex. She'd heard about it; one of her friends at school had confessed to performing it on her boyfriend. Colleen had been so scandalized, she'd stopped talking to that friend for nearly two months. Colleen used her left hand to toy with his heavy scrotum and her right hand to jack what couldn't fit into her mouth. "If I come, where you want me to come?" Clay asked as his penis again swelled. "In my mouth; isn't that where you're supposed to..." Colleen asked, letting his cock slip out of her mouth. "Hey, some girls don't like..." Clay answered. Colleen again slipped her mouth over the head of his cock, tasting some of his pre-seminal fluid. Clay knew Colleen wasn't doing it on purpose, but it did feel good, getting a sloppy blow job. "Better idea," Clay said as he could feel himself getting close. "What?" Colleen asked then squealed then giggled as he swung her over and jammed himself into her pussy. "Oh, hey, I LIKE this!" Colleen encouraged as she bounced up and down, riding him cowgirl. "Oh yes!" she hissed as he pinched, then pulled her fat nipples. "Ugh!" she grunted as he squeezed her large breasts tightly. Outside of the door, Collette twisted, her blue jean clad thighs rubbing together as she listened to the sounds of making love. "Oh, God!" she hissed as she unzipped her jeans and shoved her hand into the waistband of her panties. Dinner that evening was quiet. Collette couldn't bring herself to look at either Clay or Colleen. Colleen couldn't tear her eyes away from Clay. And Clay couldn't think. "This is, I got this off that 'Cast Iron Stomach' show," Collette offered. "It's good," Clay said. "And I uh, I finished folding all the laundry," Collette said. "Thanks," Colleen said. "This is good." "Can of that mushroom soup; we need some more," Collette said. "Oh? Need more money?" Clay asked, reaching for his wallet. "No, no, just saying," Collette said, glancing away, cheeks burning. "Oh, okay, you need..." he started to say. "I know," Collette smiled and squeezed his hand. "I need anything, just go to my big brother, right?" "Right," he said. Colleen and Collette cleaned up the kitchen together, then found a reality show to watch, now that their Sunday evenings were not taken up by their mother's Bible Studies. Clay fixed himself a drink, took it into the living room, the former Bible Study room and again put on a Chopin cd. He sipped the gin and tonic and lost himself in the notes. He must have really lost himself in the music; three cds later, he shut the stereo off. He looked around the dark downstairs; there was no sign of Collette or Colleen. Clay washed, dried and put away his glass and checked all the doors. Upstairs, he saw that Collette was in her bed but there was no sign of Colleen. Colleen's bed was empty and Clay looked at the bathroom. The door was shut, as usual, but there was no light coming from underneath. And when he entered his bedroom, the bedroom that used to be his father's and Candy's sanctuary, he saw that Colleen was sleeping on Candy's side of the bed, curled around a pillow. His bedside lamp was on and the bed covers folded over for him. "What? No mint on my pillow?" he almost asked, but didn't. He had a feeling, if he had said it, somehow, in her slumber, Colleen would have subliminally heard him and there would be a mint on his pillow the next evening. Waking up with a nude, large breasted eighteen year old blonde pressed against you is not the worst way in the world to wake up. Clay smiled and kissed the top of Colleen's head and moved to hug her to him. When he did so, he saw that Collette was on the other side of Colleen. Obviously, after years of having to share a bed with her needy little sister, Collette did not enjoy the freedom or space. Chapter 12 When Early's Finest was finally perfected and ready, Anita threw a black tie party at the distillery. "And, no, you can't get out of it," the businesswoman told Clay before he could even open his mouth. "I wasn't," he lied. "Clay," Anita said, not believing him. "I was going to ask if I can bring more than one date?" he said, resigned to the fact that he would have to attend. "Oh?" Anita smiled. "Oh my God!" Collette squealed when Clay showed her the engraved invitation. "That's Colleen's birthday!" "What's my birthday?" Colleen came in from the garage, arms full of the sheets from their bed. "A black tie event at the St. Elizabeth's Distillery," Clay said. "Early's Finest is ready to ship and we're having a party." "Oh, that's the one you were working on?" Colleen said, smiling happily. "Oh, Sweetheart, I'm so proud of you!" Clay stared at her as she dropped the warm sheets to the floor and strained up to kiss him. Obviously, she had been paying attention when he talked about his work. Obviously, she had made notes. "Black tie?" Collette asked, still reading the invitation. "What's that mean, anyway?" "Means you two need to go to Abdul's, or Babbage's and get that 'Little Black Dress' you insane women always go on and on about," Clay smiled. "Well, we don't have that kind of money to waste on..." Collette immediately said, turning back to the stove. "Ow!" Collette screamed when Clay gave her tight rear end a quick little smack with the back of his hand. "You let me worry about we have that kind of money or not, huh?" he said as she rubbed her buttock. Clay opened the desk drawer in his father's office and peeled off two thousand dollars. At the dinner table, he put the money in front of Collette. "After dinner, y'all go get the dresses, the shoes, whatever else," he said. "Need more? Not a problem." "And what do we have to do for this?" Collette asked, smiling playfully. "I'll do it," Colleen quickly said, smiling widely. Clay offered to do the dishes so that they could get ready for shopping. "Clay?" Collette asked as she scrubbed the heavy pot. "Yeah?" Clay smiled; she was still in worn out jeans and loose tee shirt and yellowed canvas sneakers. "Listen, that Friday? It's colleen's birthday, and what she really wants is..." Collette whispered, making sure that Colleen was out of ear shot. "Clay; I can't get the sheets like you get them," Colleen complained, coming down the stairs. "I'll get them; y'all need to hurry," Clay said, nodding his agreement to Collette. At Abdul's, the sisters did find two stylish, sexy, daring dresses. Had they still been attending their mother's church, they would have both been scandalized at the mere sight of these dresses that left their shoulders bare and stopped just above the knees. They would have never entertained the idea of wearing thigh high stockings, with seams that ran up the backs of their legs. Or patent leather shoes with impossibly high heels. "I take it you don't wear a bra with this," Collette said as she admired herself in the mirror. "Or panties," Colleen said, seeing the lines her panties created in the satiny material. A sales clerk at the cosmetics counter also showed them how to apply makeup, for that 'alluring look' but both girls knew their mother would have simply called it 'whorish.' Colleen detoured slightly and Collette returned to find Colleen at the jewelry counter. "Maybe one day," Colleen said when she noticed her sister standing next to her. "Maybe one day," Collette agreed, also looking at the engagement rings. "Tell your boyfriends we do have a really easy layaway plan," Tracy Mouton offered. Both sisters simply smiled and left the store. Anita shrugged when Clay let her know he would be taking the twentieth off but would certainly be at the party that evening. "That's fine; can't remember the last time you took a day off," she smiled. "But at nine o'clock...?" "I'll be here with bells on," he smirked. Ginger and Travis, his two lab assistants did raise their eyebrows when he informed them that he would not be in the office on Friday, but would see them at the party Friday evening. Usually Clay was the first one in and the last one out of the office. Friday morning, Colleen reached over and sighed, disappointed. It was her birthday and she had really hoped that her lover would be there, in bed next to her. But his side of the bed was cool to the touch. "Here, part of your birthday present, Collette said from her left. "Aw, thank you," Colleen smiled as Collette handed her a small package. "Collette!" Colleen laughed when she saw the extremely skimpy red panties. "And see?" Collette showed Colleen the Velcro tabs. "You can give Clay a little show, huh?" "Oh, that is so sexy!" Colleen said and wiggled into the panties. Colleen skipped down the stairs, dressed in new red panties, fuzzy pink flip flops and nothing else. "Happy birthday, Colleen," Clay growled from behind her, grabbed the panties and gave a savage jerk, ripping them from her. Colleen screamed at the top of her lungs, startled. Clay's presence was truly unexpected. So was his savage rip of her new panties. Colleen screamed again as she felt his greasy cock slip between her legs, then Clay lifted her off of her feet and dropped her, face down, onto the cool wooden table. "Oh my God!" Colleen screamed as Clay roughly spread her buttocks apart. Colleen shook in violent orgasm as Clay pressed his cock head against her tightly clenched anus, and then pushed into her rectum. "Ugh! Uh, oh God!" Colleen grunted hoarsely as she orgasmed again; Clay was fully inside of her bowels. Collette had come running when she heard Colleen's first scream. She had not expected to hear a scream. The second scream made her blood run cold; what would she do what could she do to help her baby sister? Now, Collette stood in the doorway of the kitchen, watching as the table shook, as Colleen's face twisted in ecstasy, as Clay's large cock battered Colleen's backdoor. "Here it comes, you ready for it?" Clay grunted, pounding in and out of Colleen's slimy rectum. "Oh God, oh God, oh, come in me Sweetheart," Colleen cried out, fist balled up tightly as she felt another orgasm building up in her guts. Colleen's scream held in her throat as his white hot semen flooded her insides. Her orgasm seemed to just shake and shake and shake. Finally, she caught her breath. Clay pulled a chair out, then picked Colleen's limp body up and sat down, his cock still in her tight anal sheath. "Happy birthday, Lover," Clay murmured, pulling her damp hair away from her ear and kissing her. "Oh God, oh God," Colleen gasped, placing her hands on his massive forearms. "So?" he asked, kissing her ear again. "What do you think of anal sex?" "Oh God, I love it," she gasped. "No, Clay, please, please leave that alone. She weakly grabbed at his hand as he reached down to play with her drooling pussy. "Can I play with these, then?" he asked, grabbing her large breasts. "They're yours," she said in answer. "You said that's mine too," he reminded her and lightly touched her slick pussy. "But it's too sensitive right now, Sweetheart," she whispered. She wiggled, feeling his cock still buried in her rectum. "Um, excuse me?" Collette said, finally entering the kitchen. "Y'all are in my seat." "Just give me a minute," Colleen wheezed. "I mean, really, must think it's your birthday or something," Collette went on and dug her box of cereal out of the pantry. "Careful or you're next," Clay playfully warned. "Oh!" Collette groaned and actually staggered slightly at the thought of Clay's cock battering into her. "Ooh, I've got to..." Colleen suddenly gasped and wiggled off of Clay's cock. She raced for the small bathroom, slamming the door shut. Clay got to wobbly legs and staggered upstairs. Collette grabbed a paper towel and wiped off her seat before putting bowl and cereal down on the table. "So THAT'S why you got me these!" Colleen giggled as she picked her panties off the floor. "Yep; I remembered you saying you wanted Clay to rip your panties off and stick his thing up your butt," Collette giggled as Colleen weakly grabbed her own box of cereal. After Colleen and Collette ate their breakfast, Clay took them to the Flowers Country Club where they rented golf clubs and a large golf cart. Having only one eye, it was hard for Clay to judge distances, but he still managed to come in under a hundred. Collette liked the sport more than Colleen did, but Colleen did enjoy it. "For my birthday, we can come back?" Collette asked. "Of course," Clay said and gave her a quick kiss and hug. The dining room staff actually intimidated Colleen; she wasn't comfortable with their fawning attention. That discomfort disappeared, though, when they came out with a big bowl of mint chocolate chip ice cream for her. "You remembered!" she sighed to Clay and kissed him happily. "Stuff tastes like mouthwash; how can you eat that?" he teased her. Home again, Clay roughly pulled Colleen's jeans and panties down to her knees and sodomized her again. Again, Collette was a wide eyed but silent spectator. At eight forty, a few of their neighbors looked on as a limousine pulled in front of 1815 Morning Drive. The women neighbors sighed over the handsome figure that Clay made in his tuxedo and the few male neighbors that had been curious enough to look felt their cocks harden at the sight of Collette and Colleen in their little black dresses. "And why'd we get a limousine?" Collette asked. "Because it's my birthday," Colleen smugly said. "And there's going to be alcohol there; remember, we're a distillery," Clay smiled and rubbed Collette's leg through the satin material of her dress. Anita introduced Clay to Antoinette Delacroix and Clay earned points with both women when he smiled and asked Toni, "So, is it 'Antoinette' or is it 'Toni' or something else?" "It's Toni, unless she's mad at me," Toni admitted, smiling widely. "And how often do you get her mad at you?" Clay asked, smiling. "Are they...?" Collette asked, clutching Clay's arm in the same way that Toni was clutching Anita's arm. "Yes, I'm pretty sure they are," Clay shrugged and tried to catch Ginger's eye. Ginger had done her best with her bright carrot orange hair and splotchy skin, had poured her lumps and bumps into an elegant ivory colored sheath. But when Clay entered, a gorgeous and well-built blonde on either arm, she almost ran out of the building. Next to her, Travis kept complaining about how tight his tuxedo was. "Maybe if you'd say 'No' to the doughnuts," Ginger snapped and grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter's tray. Ginger found her supervisor to be cold, distant, much like her absent father. His eye patch and muscled physique also fueled Ginger's lustful fascination with their boss. Especially when compared to most of the pudgy, out of shape employees of the distillery. Clay was introduced to Louisa Lopez, Anita's mother, and Marco Lopez, Anita's brother. Both mother and brother were short, fat blobs and Marco was well on his way to being rip-roaring drunk. Clay was very polite to them both, but very quickly steered Colleen and Collette away from the Latin man's clumsy attempts at seduction. "Let me guess; you're Toni's older brother," Clay said to Barry Delacroix; the family resemblance was unmistakable. "Actually, I'm her father, and I'm Anita's Dad," Barry said, shaking Clay's offered hand. "And this is my wife, Caitlin Delacroix." If Clay thought anything of the fifty one year old man being married to a twenty two year old thin red head, his face didn't show it. "And these are my sisters, Collette and Collen Simone," Clay did the introductions and finally managed to corner Travis and the by now well on her way to being drunk Ginger. When he introduced the two gorgeous blondes as his sisters, Ginger almost screamed for joy. But, sisters or not, the two never left Clay's side, one on each arm. The only time one would be away from Clay was when Clay and the other sister were on the small dance floor. Finally, there was the official tasting of Early's Finest, poured from a large sugar maple cask. Guests, who wanted to, could also sample from one of the bottles of the original Early's Finest. ""There's no difference," Anita loudly proclaimed after sampling from both cask and bottle. "I agree," Barry, her dad chimed in. Marco, Anita's brother, was face down on a table in the corner; he'd already sampled much of Early's Sweet as well as several glasses of champagne. Louisa wasn't face down yet, but she was very close. Cindy Broussard-Robichaux also sampled the new product, quite heavily, but her husband, Paul Robichaux just smiled and stuck to drinking coffee. "I remember, you remember? I remember meeting you at Paula Lambert's condo, you remember?" Cindy drunkenly said to Anita and Toni. "That woman, Terry? Paula's friend? She said keep my eye on you. You're going to be millionaires, remember? She said that." "Okay, now that Early's line is complete and we start shipping on Monday, I do have a little announcement to make," Anita loudly called out, getting the attention of the guests. She thanked the guests for coming, singling a few out for special thanks, including Mrs. O'Neil, formerly Ms. Waggamon, the head librarian of the St. Elizabeth Public Library. Anita also thanked her dad, Barry Delacroix, for his guidance and loving support. "Ms. Dayton, of T. Dayton Salon," Anita called out. "My best friend and I said 'we want to sell soap' and Ms. Dayton said 'then sell soap,' and well, she and Toni believed in me even when I didn't believe in me." The beautiful blonde woman smiled and shrugged. Clay nodded and smiled when he was called upon. Collette and Colleen smiled proudly at their handsome brother. All three stood in open mouthed surprise when Anita named Clayton Chopin as the Chief Operating Officer of St. Elizabeth's Distilleries and Chief Operating Officer of St. Elizabeth's Breweries as well. "Believe it or not," Anita smiled. "I'm still a student at U.L.D..." "Go Storm!" Toni screamed out. "Go Storm!" Anita and several others echoed. "So, I'd like to be able to devote a little more of my time and energy to my studies. Making Clay my C.O.O. seems like the smartest solution," Anita continued. "Thank you; I appreciate the vote of confidence," Clay said while Colleen and Collette squeezed him tightly. "Sisters, my ass," Ginger drunkenly groused to Travis. "Your sisters ever rub all over you like that?" "God no; I'd throw up," Travis said. As the new C.O.O., though, Clay now had the responsibility of being the last to leave. He immediately called Rapid Cabs and ordered two cabs. Marco and Louisa would certainly need one. Ginger and Travis, his two lab assistants would also need the other. "I don't know which one you plan to promote; it is entirely your choice," Anita said to him. "But I've got a feeling, you promote one, the other will quit." Clay watched the two surly drunks and had to agree with his supervisor's evaluation. By the time Clay locked the doors, Colleen and Collette were dead on their feet. "Can I have just one more thing for my birthday?" Colleen sleepily asked as the limousine ferried them home. "God, Colleen, really?" Collette sleepily asked. "What you want?" Clay smiled as she leaned heavily against him. "When I wake up tomorrow morning, you still be there?" Colleen asked. "Saturday, yeah, sure," Clay agreed. Chapter 13 Anita's prediction was right; when Clay promoted Ginger Youngblood to head chemist, Travis Cetern turned in his resignation. Travis went to work for a Petroleum giant and Clay hired two new chemists, recent graduates of U.L.D. Monday through Friday, Clay was usually the first one in and the last one out. Saturdays and Sundays, though, he made sure to sleep a little later, so that when his baby sister woke up, he'd be in bed with her. The Fall Semester of U.L.D. started up and Collette, who had been maintaining a GPA of 3.12 suddenly, started earning a GPA of 4.0. She was in classes that she wanted to take, rather than had to take. Colleen likewise decided on Early Childhood Education as her major, but really, she already had the job she wanted. She was Clay's lover, and if the lateness of her menstrual cycle and her tender breasts were any indication, she'd also have the job of being a mother soon. Clay tried to make sure he was home for supper every night; Collette did her very best to prepare delicious and nutritious meals, the least he could do was try to be there for those meals. And Colleen did her very best to keep a neat, orderly home; the least he could do was be home to appreciate that home. The three of them were sitting in the living room, formerly the Bible Study room, Chopin playing softly in the background as Collette and Colleen did their homework and Clay read a historical account of the Eisenhower Presidency. "God, really?" Collette complained when her phone chimed, letting her know she had a text message. "What? What's wrong?" Clay asked. "Oh, it's Brad; from my study group," Collette complained. "I told him I have a boyfriend but he just won't quit." "You have a boyfriend?" Clay asked, slightly amused. "Well, yeah," Collette stared at him. "You," Colleen answered before Clay could ask who this mystery boyfriend was, then went back to working out her Algebra equation. "Huh," Clay said, surprised. "What? You didn't know?" Collette asked after a long moment of silence. "No, I uh, I honestly didn't," Clay admitted. "I mean, we don't do sex or anything like that," Collette said. "But y'all do hug and kiss all the time, Colleen offered. "Well, yeah, but I'm her big brother. Big brothers hug and kiss their sisters, right?" Clay smiled, putting his book down. "Not the way we hug and kiss," Collette laughed. "And you're always making sure she has what she needs," Colleen went on. "Again, that's what big brothers do," Clay smiled and pulled Collette into his lap. "Big brothers don't do that!" Collette giggled as Clay palmed her tight little rear. "They don't?" he smiled and kissed her, sucking her tongue into his mouth. "And they don't do that," Collette quietly, dreamily said when he released her tongue. "They don't?" Clay asked and toyed with a button of her blouse. "And how would you know? Ever had a big brother before?" "Well no, but," Collette said and thrust her chest out, a clear indication for him to unbutton the next button. "Do brothers do this?" Clay asked as he bent and nuzzled the top of her breasts just above the lace trim of her bra. "No... Uh, mine does," Collette breathed. "Mine does," Colleen agreed as she watched, taking Collette's now vacant spot on the couch. Clay looked at Colleen. After a moment, she let a self-conscious little smile play across her lips. "I'm sorry, Collette," Clay admitted as he nuzzled her neck, hand toying with her breasts through her blouse and bra. "I've been thinking of you as my little sister, not as my girlfriend." "Oh, that's... It's..." Collette gasped for air as Clay's hand was exciting her flesh. "But I will start thinking of you as my girlfriend too," Clay said and squeezed her rear end with his other hand. "Oh, God," Collette moaned, close to orgasm. "Now, you done with your homework?" Clay asked. "No, no, I just got..." Collette wheezed, twisting on the lump in Clay's trousers. "Then get busy," Clay ordered, kissed her lips and gave a stinging slap to her rear end. "Ow!" Collette complained as she eased herself off of his lap. "Oh, that didn't hurt," Clay smiled. "I'm finished," Colleen offered as Collette buttoned up her blouse. "Oh? Then come here," Clay said and Colleen scrambled into is lap. The next morning, Clay kissed the top of Colleen's head as he got out of bed at five o'clock. Then he leaned over her and kissed the top of Collette's head. Colleen didn't stir but Collette woke up, looked up at him with a beaming smile and mouthed 'I Love You' to him before snuggling back down. Clay did his exercises, shaved and showered, then did something out of the ordinary. He knelt down by the bed and said a quick prayer of gratitude. Another kiss to their heads, which did not wake either girl, and he left for work. A typical work day ensued. Clay was grateful for the monotony of work; it gave him something to occupy his mind. "How's the gin coming?" he asked Ginger. "It's almost there," Ginger said without looking up. "We'd be there already, but my C.O.O. is a pain in the ass." "What?" Clay smiled. "How am I pain in the ass? Just because I think gin ought to be so dry it's should be dying of thirst?" Ginger turned to her assistants and said, "He tells me, 'when you pour it into the glass, dust should appear on the ice cubes.' Does that make any sense?" "That's dry," Sandra agreed. "Pain in the ass, Ginger said. "Next lab assistant? I get to hire them, all right?" "We'll see," Clay smiled. Anita stopped in, still dressed in cut off shorts and tight tank top, looking like a college student and not a millionaire business owner. While she and Clay were discussing the current and projected sales, she received a text message from Mrs. O'Neil, the librarian at St. Elizabeth's Public Library. Anita's lips pursed tightly as she read the message. "Problem?" Clay asked. "The girl that was doing the Saturday morning reading wants another two hundred," Anita said. "It's two, maybe three hours of work and she wants more money?" "Does it give any college credits?" Clay asked. "No, no it doesn't," Anita admitted. "But it does look good on a resume," Clay said thoughtfully. "What time does she need to be there?" "The reading starts at eight but she needs to dress up like a fairy princess," Anita said. "Oh! And if she can speak Spanish, that's a real plus." "Stick around; I've got not one, but two fairy princesses you're going to love," Clay said as he sent a text message to Collette's phone. Collette and Colleen left their lunch dishes in the sink; Clay wasn't there to fuss at them, and jumped into Collette's BMW to drive to the distillery. "Ola, Habla Espanol?" Clay smiled as he introduced Collette to Anita. "Si," Collette agreed and launched into a detailed description of where she'd learned Spanish and how long she'd been speaking the language. "And I get paid too?" Collette excitedly asked when Anita hired her on the spot. "You both do," Anita smiled as Colleen happily hugged her sister. Maria Menendez, the girl that had been playing the Fairy Princess, sullenly dropped off her costumes and Mrs. O'Neil quickly brought them to Professional Dry Cleaners. Collette and Colleen found out that Maria had been a lot smaller on top than they were; their breasts threatened to burst out through the satiny material. A snug bra helped Collette, but Colleen really had to smash her breasts down. "Two of the prettiest Fairy Princesses I've ever seen," Clay said as they modeled the outfits. Colleen didn't need to ask Clay to be in bed with her when she woke up on Saturday morning; he woke her up. Then he made her squeal when he threw her over his shoulder and carried her down the stairs to the kitchen. "I'm up, I'm up!" Collette cried out as Clay re-entered the bedroom. "No, you're awake," Clay corrected, grabbing her and also putting her over his shoulder. "Up means you'd already be out of bed. "Clay, quit that!" Collette laughed as his hand played with her crotch as he carried her. "Ha ha," Colleen laughed at her still complaining sister. "Thanks," Collette said, seeing that Colleen had gotten them their bowls and their cereals out. Clay drove them to the library, noting that Anita was there to observe. He said nothing to Collette or Colleen, not wanting them to be nervous. The fifteen children sat, entranced as the beautiful blonde fairy princess read to them in their native language. In the other room, Colleen assisted some children with drawing and painting. "Who's that?" a little girl asked Colleen, pointing to Clay. "That? You don't know who that is?" Colleen smiled. "That's Prince Charming!" "That is?" the girl asked, eyes wide. When the trio got home again, Collette threw her arms around Clay and sobbed. "That's what I want to be," she was finally able to speak. "A Fairy Princess?" Clay asked, rubbing her back. "No, be a teacher," she sniffled. "And you're going to be a great teacher," he assured her. 101 in the shade. Early's Superior Gin and Superior Vodka did sell well, especially since they were only produced in very limited quantities. Clay had enough business savvy to appeal to the snobbish crowd. Any liquor that sold for fifty nine ninety nine per fifth of a gallon must be of the finest quality, right? Anita decided to begin production of wines; Clay advised against this. It was one of the few times Anita Michelle Lopez had ever been wrong in a business decision. Again, Clay had enough savvy to know to keep his mouth shut. Parasols, a local magazine approached Clay about doing a weekly column, discussing fine liquors, how to make the perfect drink, and things pertaining to alcohol. Clay agreed to do the monthly column, if Parasols magazine agreed, rather than pay him for the column, they would give St. Elizabeth's Distillery two full page advertisements in their magazine. As he was leaving Clay's office, Bobby Elswell, the owner/operator of Parasols magazine happened to bump into Ginger. The freckled red head agreed to pose for a few nude photographs; a thousand dollars for three to four hours work was too easy to pass up. Unfortunately, Bobby spotted the equally freckled red headed Sandra in the parking lot. Tensions between the two chemists ran hot and heavy when Sandra was also made that month's cover girl. It took Clay threatening to fire them both for Sandra and Ginger to put their squabbling to rest. But neither one will ever send the other one a Christmas card. "What do you think about a line of rum?" Anita asked one morning just after Final Exams had finished. Cheery Christmas music was playing in the background; his office even had a small tree that Colleen had insisted on putting in the corner. "I would say only in a very limited run; what do you say about a rice beer?" Clay responded and smiled as Collette and Colleen both appeared in his doorway. "We want to go to Tommy's for lunch," Collette announced. "Uh, Tommy's is the other way," Clay said, pointing in the general direction of the po-boy shop. "I'll get out of your hair," Anita smiled, pulling herself out of the low slung seat in front of his desk. "But it's no fun unless you go with us," Colleen whined. "And pay for it?" Clay suggested as he reached for his heavy winter coat. "Well, yeah," Collette giggled. "Remember? We only make five hundred a month being fairy princesses." "And is my baby hungry? Huh? Is my baby hungry?" Clay sang as he addressed Colleen's still quite flat belly. "Yes, your baby's starving," Colleen giggled and kissed him. Collette again felt the twinge of jealousy; Clay had made her get on birth control pills before he would even have sex with her. "You want, I want you to be a teacher," Clay had explained as they waited in Dr. Pileur's office. "Well, you're going to need to study, concentrate. Kind of hard to concentrate on that when you're worried about being pregnant." For the next month, as they waited for her body to adjust, for the pills to be at their maximum effectiveness, Clay and Collette engaged in oral sex. During one 'Sixty Nine' session, Collette did wonder why anyone would even want actual intercourse, as good as Clay's tongue felt. Then, she watched as Clay spread her sister's legs and slid his manhood into Colleen's hairless pussy. Within a few strokes, Colleen wailed out in orgasm and Collette wanted to push Colleen out of the bed and demand that Clay take her. When he finally did take her, Collette had wondered what was wrong with her. It had not been pleasurable at all. The second time, however, made Collette understand why Colleen seemed to crave sex with Clay all the time. She understood why Colleen would prance around the house in the skimpiest of nightwear, would bend and stretch so brazenly right in front of Clay. She started doing the same thing; wearing just her tiny panties, stretching to reach things on the upper shelves of the pantry, bending to get things off the bottom shelf. Anal sex, however, Collette would gladly leave that to Colleen. She and Clay had done that a few times and she just found it very messy and certainly not as enjoyable as regular intercourse. But watching her big brother fawn and fuss over Colleen's miniscule baby bump as they stood in his office, Collette did think very briefly of 'forgetting' to take her pill a few mornings. "Okay, let's go," Clay said and herded them out of his office. "My ass they're his sisters," Ginger grumbled to Sandra as she saw the trio in the hallway. "What? Are you talking to me?" Sandra asked, looking up from the sample she was analyzing. "Of course not," Ginger snapped and wiped down her work area. \.\.\* On a blistering hot June day, with temperatures hovering around 101 in the shade, Collette discarded the idea of ever forgetting to take her birth control pills as she watched Colleen sweat, grunt, sob, and scream. Nine hours later, Collette was the third person to hold Candace Amelia Chopin. Looking at the wrinkled little face, the tightly clenched hands, Collette again toyed with the idea of forgetting to take her birth control pills. That feeling grew stronger as Collette watched her sister breast feed her niece. Again, Collette discarded that notion when mother and child came home. Three days after Candace; she'll never ever be 'Candy' moved in, Collette moved out of the master bedroom back into her own room so she could get a full night's sleep. "I'll come back when Candace goes into her nursery," Collette promised. The final tally to renovate St. Elizabeth's Public Library was estimated to be one million three hundred and thirty four thousand dollars. Anita Lopez considers it money well spent. Especially after watching Collette and Colleen working with her son Jake, as well as the other children that come to the public library. "And you can be anything you want to be," Collette said in perfect Spanish to a chubby little black haired girl, ignoring the child's filthy clothing and torn flip flops. THE END And this is the end of the 101 In the Shade series. \\\\\ \\Author's Note: I write these stories for my pleasure; I post them here for your enjoyment. Thank you for reading my stories. Disclaimers. Which, sadly enough, get more comments than the stories themselves. Yes. I know. I need an Editor. No. I do not want an Editor. Yes, it's too long. Yes, it jumps around too much. Yes, there's too many people to keep track of. Yes, it's in the wrong category. Yes, it's stupid shit, and yes, I suck. And you have a super calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis day.*
Fran's Liberation Ch. 02	5,000	4.55	1,787,779	[ "blowjob", "exhibitionism", "fingering" ]	It was a long, hard night. Literally. After the all too brief encounter with Fran after the funeral I was left with many questions and a raging cock. I tried to sleep; it had been a long day. The funeral and the wake had sapped me enough but then Fran and the washing machine had awoken a long-suppressed urge. The more I tried not to think of our all too brief tryst the more I remembered. I ended up taking my cock in hand and stroking myself to the memory of her standing in the kitchen in her bra and panties. The image of her rock-hard nipples barely covered by the lace of her bra caused me to increase the tempo of my rubbing. Watching her walk to the laundry room, her panties riding high on her ass caused me to utter a moan of lust. The feel of her pussy in my hand, my fingers buried deep inside her, caused me to let loose a jet of cum that splattered me from mid chest to my cock. My god, with just that brief of an encounter and I was completely losing control of myself. Every fiber in my body just wanted to go to her home and bury my dick in the velvet folds of her pussy. After releasing my pent up cum I was finally able to drift to sleep. The next day was spent at my fathers going through the possessions of my mother. We tried to figure out what to keep and what to toss. It evolved into a scavenger hunt for the ugliest item we could find and then make a story explaining why she had bought it. I won with a fox head stole that had seen better days twenty years ago. It was good therapy; we were all laughing together remembering our mother for all her good and all her quirky tastes. At eight fifteen we called it quits. My sisters bundled my father into the car to take him out for dinner and a night away from memories while I stayed behind to clean up the mess we had created in our games and memories. About eight forty-five, just after my family had left, there was a knock on the door. Dreading a neighbor coming to offer condolences, I opened the front door to find Fran standing there in a black t-shirt and jean shorts. "Hey, great to see you. What are you doing here?" I asked, both startled and remembering masturbating to the memory of our encounter the night before. It must have shown on my face as she said "Your sister called and told me you guys were done for the night and said you might want company. By the size of that erection, she must have been right" she said with a gleam in her eye that I was sure was matching my hormones. "You going to invite me in or do you expect me to do you here in the doorway?" she asked staring me right in the eye. The brazenness of the comment caught me off guard. I don't know how but my cock just got harder looking into her eyes. I was completely flat footed and just started to stammer incoherently. After a moment she said "Fine". She dropped there to her knees, both hands moving to my belt. To my utter bewilderment, she deftly flicked my belt open and unfastened my jeans. With both hands she grabbed the tops of my jeans and boxers and tugged them down to my knees. My cock sprang to full attention, freed from the confines of the pants. Frans hands moved from my pants, her left moving up to grab my ass and her right to grasp the base of my cock and she leaned forward and took the entire length in her mouth. "My god" I groaned as her warm mouth engulfed my cock in wet heat. My hands moved to her head to keep balance as she started moving her mouth from the top to the bottom of my cock, settling into a hungry pattern of incessant blowing. Her right hand moved from the base of my cock to massage my balls, rubbing and tugging in time with her mouth and head. Her left had grabbed and pulled my ass to force more of my cock into her. She was blowing me like it was the last food on earth for a starving person. As her tempo increased I started to grab her hair in both hands, trying to drive more of my cock into her mouth even though she was taking it all on every downward thrust of her head. "I'm going to cum...ah shit I'm going to cum" I all but yelled after just a minute of her ministrations on my dick. Every urge in my body was straining to get out through my cock into this woman's mouth and it was not going to be stopped. Right as I was about to cum, Fran moved the fingers of her left had to my sphincter and thrust her middle finger into my ass. I'd never had anyone do that before and the pressure in my ass coupled with the wet suction on my cock caused me to erupt into her mouth. I came and came as she tried to keep a vacuum on my dick. I must have cum for a minute non-stop. I'd never cum like that before! My eyes rolled back into my head as my knees buckled. As I fell to the floor I felt like it was floating in air. As my orgasm finished I looked up from flat on my back to see Fran still kneeling, right in the doorway to the house, fully dressed with a line of cum dribbling out of her mouth down her chin to land right on top of her tits. Her eyes were smoldering black I swear. I felt like a baby deer facing a lioness. "Now we're even. I spent the night tossing and turning after you left. I wanted your cock in my pussy so bad it hurt, and I couldn't even play with my vibrator because the kids were in for the night. I had to rub my clit raw just to calm down enough to sleep and by god I'm going to get something hard in my pussy right now!" Fran stood up, cum still on her face, door to the world open behind her as she started to strip off what little she had on. Her t-shirt came over her head to be discarded to the floor. She had nothing on underneath. Her nipples were fully hard. Her breasts, riding high and firm on her chest, rose and fell with her panting. Her hands moved down to her shorts and she moved to untie them. With a hurried tug on the strings they dropped to the floor. Again, nothing worn underneath. Her pussy, fully shaven and engorged, was glistening wetness. Her fingers moved down to her lips as she stared at me on the floor. First one, then two, then three fingers were thrust inside, frantically rubbing her pussy and clit. Our eyes were locked onto each other, but I could still see the passion driving her fingers as she was just standing there masturbating in the entry of the house. "Enough of that! Bring it to me" I growled, all politeness gone in my lust. Fran stepped forward straddling my legs as she worked her way to my hips. Her fingers kept up their thrusting as she stared at my cock come back to life. She stood over me, mesmerized by the sight of my dick growing to its full size. Fran started to crouch down over my hips as she reached out for my cock. "No!" I said. "Bring that pussy to my mouth. I want to swallow every bit of your wetness and lick it completely dry". Hesitating only a moment, as if deciding if she wanted my cock or my tongue, she scooted forward over my head, turning her body around before lowering her pussy to my mouth, so that she could see, feel, touch, and taste my cock again. As her pussy came down my tongue snaked out to begin to lick the folds of her pussy. Her lips were blood red and fully engorged, her vagina open and dripping in anticipation. As my tongue penetrated her folds, I tasted her nectar again. It was heaven. I licked and thrust my tongue further and further into her trying to take it all in my mouth. My hands moved to her hips and clit as I kept up the tasting of her Eden. Lightly I traced circles on her clit, feeling it go from hard to harder. Her hips started to move in motion with my fingerplay, grinding her pussy all over my chin and nose. Her pussy became hotter and hotter as we both kept up our steady thrusting of hips and tongue. Her hands moved down to my cock and she started to stroke it in time. My cock was throbbing, seeking release again as this beautiful woman kept on smashing her pussy into my face. I could feel her juices flow more, her muscles in her stomach and hips begin to tighten as she neared her own release. "Enough! Get on top now!" I bellowed, completely giving over to my instincts. I pushed her hips off my face and started to move her body down to my hips. Fran just scooted forward, getting her pussy to my cock as fast as she could. In one thrust she engulfed my cock in her pussy. The heat coming off her was burning my cock but I didn't care. The feeling of her velvet around my shaft made me immediately thrust for all I could, burying myself in her. I felt Fran push down harder and harder onto my hips as she started to cum. "Oh my fucking god,...I'm cumminnngggggg" she screamed as her orgasm started. I felt my cock and balls being drenched as she started to squirt. My hands moved to her ass and my right hand sought out her hole as she continued to shriek in orgasm. Without thinking, I plunged my first two fingers into her ass causing her to suck in air, startling her moans to silence. Her ass crushed my fingers as her pussy clamped down in a death lock around my cock, her body frozen at the apex of a thrust. Her head snapped back in her orgasm as her hands grasped at my knees. I watched, still trying to force my dick further into her, as her body shuddered, her breath coming in short, rapid panting. I could hold back no longer as I squirted jet after jet of cum into her pussy, losing myself to only feel the pulse of my cock as I came and came. Fran slowly started to fall forward, ending laying on top of my legs. Her ass and pussy relaxed slowly as her orgasm ended. I lay there, a heap on the floor, with the woman of my fantasies laying on top of me. As I came back into my body, I heard gentle sobs coming from Fran. "What the fuck did I do to her?" I thought to myself, scrambling from underneath her so I could investigate her face. Was I too rough? Did I injure her when I thrust my fingers into her ass?? I was starting to panic as I brushed the hair from her face. "Are you hurt? Did I hurt you?? My god, what have I done?" I asked her, combing my fingers threw her hair as I tried to see her face. "I'm fine" she said. "I've never felt like that before. I've had sex, I've had orgasms, but I've never felt like that before." "What do you mean?" I asked, confused but relieved she wasn't hurt. There was not way I wanted to hurt this woman, ever! "I lost myself in you" she whispered. As her eyes slowly tracked up to my face, I could see a fragility in her, an almost childlike look of wonder and shyness. "I don't know why but I trust you completely. I've never felt safe like this before. I was able to let myself go completely with you and I came like never. I was just short of passing out. It was amazing." "Well, if it's alright with you, that won't be the last of them," I said softly, hoping for a reaction saying she wanted more. Fran looked directly in my eyes. "There better never be a last of them," she said, a fierce grin spreading across her face. "Now, since we've just given the entire neighborhood a free show, why don't you close the door and fuck me like you mean it." To Be Continued.
Mature Secrets: Groupie Mom	409,156	4.51	293,735	[ "mom", "mom/son", "mature", "gangbang", "groupie", "older younger", "mom son incest", "big tits", "age difference" ]	This is part of a series of unrelated yet similarly themed fictional short stories entitled MATURE SECRETS. They can be read in any order. All characters are fictional, and all are over 18. I joined a rock band my senior year of high school. It was the first band for most of us, and we weren't that great for a bunch of eighteen-year-olds. But we all had the usual dreams of fame, fortune, and chicks. The first couple of practices were at my house, but after that it was nearly always at Steve's house. One reason for that was because Steve's mom seemed to actually enjoy having us there making noise in her basement. Another reason was that I encouraged it, because I actually enjoyed being around Steve's mom. Mrs. Kegal was just divorced fairly recently. She is a career woman with a degree, but sometimes she acted a little silly and ditsy, it seemed to me. As the mother of an eighteen-year-old, she had some miles on her - well into her forties certainly, maybe even older. She had sort of an attractive face despite a few wrinkles. Her eyes were brown, and she had stylish teased strawberry blonde hair that didn't quite reach her shoulders, that was usually in need of combing by the time of the evening that I got there. She was a couple of inches shorter than me, maybe 5' 5" tall. Frankly, she wasn't someone that would normally be considered striking or a "babe". But she had two distinctive features that always caught my attention: her left tit, and her right tit. On this Friday night, as it had several other times, it started before I ever got to the basement rehearsal area. I arrived at the front door with my guitar, and, as Steve was already down in the basement, Mrs. Kegal let me in, wearing a tight thin beige sweater. She had a couple of similar ones she wore often, that clung to her big tits, and cut way down in a "V", practically down to her bra, actually showing some of her ample cleavage. As I wiped my feet off by the door, I watched her jiggle back to the couch, where she sat and folded laundry. As she made small talk to me, she leaned over, showing cleavage spilling out of her sweater and bra, and I took my time cleaning my shoes. As she often does, she was wearing some really tight black stretchy pants, spandex maybe or possibly cotton. I don't even know if she had the right figure for those; her butt wasn't all that little. I mean she had a slim waist for a mom, which made her tits look big, but she had a tad bit of a wide butt. You could easily see her panty lines through the skin-tight fabric, and her butt jiggling when she walked. I caught the other guys looking at her rear-end a couple of times. But we never talked about it, even when Steve wasn't around. I wasn't going to admit to my friends that I found any of their moms arousing. She was sorting her own underwear. My teen eyes bounced from her cleavage to her pile of colorful panties, and a couple of HUGE empty bras of various pastels. They seemed gigantic to me, lying there on the couch in front of her with the cups flattened out, but then I looked at her tits and I could see that she had plenty to fill those cups with. I know that she was a working single mom and had precious little time for housekeeping. Yet it seemed a little odd to me that she would so often have her underwear out on display when she knew that several teenaged males were coming over. I saw one thing I hadn't noticed before. There was a glass of wine on the coffee table in front of her. About thirty minutes into the rehearsal, Mrs. Kegal came down to the basement. She was always around at practices, and seemed to use any excuse to come down when we were rehearsing. Sometimes she had questions for Steve, sometimes she'd bring down snacks and pop, but often she just came down to listen. That's when I would sometimes have trouble concentrating on my guitar playing, as I got aroused by the way she dressed. Tonight that thin beige sweater showed every seam of her big bra. The fabric seemed painted to her chest as her heavy wide tits hung down a little from their own weight. The sweater scooped down to expose the top of her cleavage. That's when I really caught Jim and Ronnie staring at her. They looked at her as she bounced down the stairs, and when she leaned over to put the drinks and snacks down on the table, they peered right into her top at her exposed cleavage. She gave us all sexy smiles as she stood leaning on a metal poles that supported the ceiling. At the start of one fast song, Mrs. Kegal started dancing in front of us. Perhaps that glass of wine put her in a more chipper mood than usual. As she danced, her cleavage jumped out of her bra and blouse. I could both see Jim and Ronnie staring at her bouncing tits and shaking ass, as I was. She gave Steve a smile and a wink. He just smiled and shook his head a little. She moved her shoulders back and forth, and kicked her legs up a few times. After the song ended, Jim, our tall singer and guitarist with the long blonde hair, said, "Nice dancing, Mrs. Kegal." Us other boys all mumbled in agreement. "I'm your number one groupie!" Mrs. Kegal laughed. The other guys grinned silently at her. "Do you even know what that word means, Mom?" Asked Steve. "Yes, I grew up in the sixties, Steve," she laughed, although I wasn't sure what that meant. "You should come to our shows and get everybody up dancing," commented Ronnie, the bass player. "On TV they always show a woman in the front row flashing her boobs at the band," Mrs. Kegal continued. "Maybe I should flash my boobs at your next show." "OK," Jim said, with a smile on his face. "Yeah, fine with us," Ronnie agreed. I just smiled, but I was getting a hard-on watching Steve's mom dance and flirt and talk dirty to us, talking about showing us those big boobs. "Mmmm," was Mrs. Kegal's reply to that, smiling. "Play 'Come On Over' now," she said, requesting our original song. "We're kind of tired of that one. We're working on a new song," I said. "Ohh!" She replied, with a pouting expression. Then she smiled and said, "If you do "Come On Over," I'll flash you." The band members all looked at each other and grinned, even Steve. I don't know if anyone took her seriously, but Jim started playing 'Come On Over,' and the rest of us eagerly jumped in. Mrs. Kegal stood in front of the band, smiling through the first verse, dancing in place, causing her "boobs" to shake again. Then she grabbed the hem of her sweater, with her elbows sticking out to the sides, and started to lift. Mrs. Kegal's bare midriff came into view. She bunched up her top with her fingers, and I could see her fingers grab the bottoms of her bra cups. With one quick movement, Steve's mom lifted her top and bra up, and her big tits fell out. She held her top and bra over her tits, arched her back, and stuck her bare tits out at us. Her tits were white, almost transparent, and hung down a little. They were topped with large brown areolas. I glanced over at the other guys. Jim and Ronnie, on guitar and bass, had big grins on their faces as they stared at Mrs. Kegal's tits. Steve, on drums, had eyes as big as saucers, and his jaw hung open. Steve's mom smiled and shook her tits. I couldn't believe how much they bobbled and jiggled. I thought she'd cover up again, but she just kept showing them as we played. It was hard to concentrate on our playing. We made a lot of mistakes, but just played through them. Mrs. Kegal pulled her sweater over her head, through her hair, and dropped it on the floor. Then she reached back and unhooked her bra, and dropped it. She proudly danced completely topless, with a big smile on her face. I could see a red line from where the bottom of her bra had dug into her flesh, and her tits hung down over that in front. At first they mostly swayed back and forth and around. Then she seemed to purposely bounce around to make them fly in all directions, as she put her hands in the air and thrust her chest in and out. Her torso was pretty pale, but her tits seemed even whiter and shone like beacons, maybe because her chest and face had obviously seen more sun. When the song came to an end, I tried to keep it going to watch Mrs. Kegal's tits more, but the other guys weren't thinking clearly enough for that, and it stopped at its natural conclusion. We three guitarists whistled and applauded our drummer's mom for her thrilling performance. "Wooo! Alright Mrs. Kegal!" shouted Ronnie. Jim and I applauded. Steve actually laughed at his mom's show. Mrs. Kegal let out a little "Wooo!" Herself, giving her tits one last shake. She looked a little flushed. Her expression was one of surprise, like she amazed herself that she did that. But she didn't seem embarrassed at being topless in front a group of her son's friends, or immediately try to cover up as I feared. She said, "Now play 'You'll Be The One', and I'll keep dancing." So we immediately launched into the medium-tempo rocker. Mrs. Kegal stood right in front of Jim as he sang, and shook her tits in the face of the tall guitarist with the long blonde hair. She stood next to him, and pressed her tits into his right shoulder. Jim was wearing a tight tee shirt, and I watched as Mrs. Kegal rubbed her hard nipples against his bare arm. As she did this she pressed her crotch into his leg, and rubbed up and down on him, humping him like a dog. Then she reached behind him with her left hand and grabbed his ass. Jim just grinned and tried to keep singing and playing. Mrs. Kegal did the same thing to Ronnie, our bassist, who was about my height, and like me, a fairly skinny kid with brown hair parted at the side and bangs nearly covering his eyes. She also reached down with her right hand and groped his crotch! He held his low-strapped bass to the side for better access, a clear sign that he enjoyed it. Then Mrs. Kegal moved over to me, and pressed her tits into my arm. She smiled at me as I felt her naked tit flesh rub against my bare arm, her long hard nipple jabbing my flesh. She put her face right up to mine, and kissed me on the lips. As I kissed back, she opened her mouth and slid her tongue into my mouth. I French kissed her as she rubbed against me. She grabbed my ass and massaged it, then reached around felt my hard cock. She moved back to where her son Steve was drumming on his stool. Her tits were eye-level with him, and he looked sideways at her as she shook her tits right in his face. She stood behind him, held her tits in her hand, and wrapped them around his head. Steve had a big smile as his mom rubbed her tits all over his head. He turned sideways, and clamped his lips on her right nipple. Mrs. Kegal pressed forward and let him suck on her tits. She reached down and rubbed his crotch. I began to suspect that Steve's relationship with his mom must've been a little unusual. Mrs. Kegal danced back to the guitarists and knelt in front of Jim. As he played his guitar, she unzipped his pants, and pulled out his hard cock. Ronnie and I moved closer to them to see what she was doing. She stroked Jim's cock for a minute, then left it sticking out. Jim was on my left, and Ronnie was on my right. It was sorta funny watching him playing guitar with is hard cock out. Mrs. Kegal passed by me, stood in front of Ronnie, and whipped out his hard cock. She jerked him off for a minute, them moved in front of me. I could feel her reaching under my low-slung guitar, unzipping my pants, reaching in, and pulling out my stiff cock. She slid her fingers up and down my shaft, and I pretty much stopped playing guitar, and just held the guitar to my side with my right hand. Then she dropped to her knees right in front of me. She leaned forward, and wrapped her lips around my cock head. I looked down to see Mrs. Kegal's lips stretched around my red cock, sucking up and down on the shaft. It felt great, and I arched my back to thrust the cock out at her. I could feel her wet lips pulling on me and then sliding back down, her hair tickling my hips and thighs. While sucking me, she motioned for Jim and Ronnie to get closer. She reached out, and grabbed both of their cocks, and jerked them off while blowing me. Groupie was right! She was taking on three cocks at once, while we were still playing our guitars! I couldn't contain myself anymore, and abruptly came, right in Mrs. Kegal's mouth. She didn't seem angry or surprised; she simply swallowed my cum like it was ice cream. I staggered back and sat on my amplifier, as the rest of the band finally finished the marathon song. Mrs. Kegal stood up, but kept jerking the other guys. "THIS is what groupies do," she explained. "I'm your groupie, boys, do whatever you want to me, all night!" She loudly exclaimed. Steve stood and walked around from his drum set. Jim and Ronnie were too horny to worry about him, but I wondered what he'd do or say to his mom, or us. Jim began to fondle Mrs. Kegal's right tit. But Ronnie didn't seem to know what to do with it. He gave her left tit a couple of light taps, like he was afraid it was going to bite him. Then he lightly slapped it a few times. "It's hard!" he exclaimed. "No, it's soft!" Countered Steve. "See?" He put his hand on his mom's left tit, lifting and jiggling it, and squeezing the flesh through his fingers. Mrs. Kegal said nothing, just smiled. This was getting even weirder! So Jim and Ronnie, seemingly with her son's permission, then freely felt Mrs. Kegal's big tits, each putting both of their hands on one of her big mammaries. Mrs. Kegal moaned, arching her back. They lifted and kneaded each of them, lifted them, successfully tried to make them bounce and jiggle, and tweaked and tugged on her nipples. While still feeling her tits, Ronnie placed his other hand on Mrs. Kegal's ass, and groped it over her tight pants. Then Jim put his hand on her crotch and rubbed her protruding spandex-covered pussy mound. Ronnie slid his hand inside her pants and panties, and squeezed her bare ass. Jim put his hand inside her front, and caressed her mound inside her panties. "Take my pants off. Strip me, boys," the horny mom requested. Ronnie and Jim finally put down their guitars, and pulled her pants and panties down together, and revealed her light-brown pubic hair that covered her pussy. I'd never seen a naked woman before, except on the Internet. Did all older women have pussies this hairy, or did Mrs. Kegal leave it natural from "growing up in the sixties," as she'd earlier said? The boys resumed feeling her naked pussy and her very white ass, which may have been a little large, but her cheeks were pretty round, and I enjoyed looking at it. From the positioning of Jim's hand I knew he'd inserted his middle finger in her pussy, causing her to moan. I wasn't going to miss out on this! I stood back up, leaving my wet cock hanging out of my pants, and stood slightly behind Mrs. Kegal's left side, reached in with my left hand, and felt her left tit. It was an amazing sensation, a marvel of nature. It was at once firm and heavy, and soft and pliable. With my right hand I grabbed her left ass cheek. It had some of the same qualities as her tit, in that it was both heavier and harder than I'd expected, but soft and squishy and jiggly. My cock was still out, and again quite stiff, and as I reached in it poked Mrs. Kegal in the butt cheek. She looked back at it, and stuck her rear out. I took the hint, moved slightly to my right, and let my dick head goose her just a little. That was a near-orgasmic feeling right there, my cock sliding just at the edge of her ass crack, my pelvis making contact with her two soft naked cheeks, like a hot dog lying in a bun. Mrs. Kegal then knelt, and alternately sucked on Jim's and Ronnie's cocks, much like she had mine, with much ferocity. And much like me, each of them came in her mouth rather quickly. While the cocksucking was going on, I watched while sitting on my guitar amplifier. When Mrs. Kegal finished swallowing Jim and Ronnie's cum, she wiped her mouth, stood up, and looked at me sitting on my amp. My amp has the power and the two speakers built into one unit. It's about as tall as the top of my knee, and it's built really sturdy. I was sitting on the edge of it sideways, with my cock still out of my pants. Mrs. Kegal approached me, looking at my hard dick. Without a word, she grabbed the waistbands of my pants and shorts, and yanked them down. I lifted my butt off the amp for a moment, and she pulled them all the way off of my feet, leaving me bottomless. She turned her back to me, sticking her white ass in my face. She spread her legs wide, and then dropped her bare bottom down on my bare lap. I grabbed Mrs. Kegal's fleshy waist. She reached between her legs, grabbed my cock, and aimed it at her pussy. She lowered her torso down on it, and the head slid into her pussy, which was very lubricated and slippery. She wiggled down, and my whole cock was swallowed up into her pussy. Just like that, I was fucking a grown woman for the first time! Mrs. Kegal's knees did most of the work. She bounced up and down on my lap, keeping her back straight, doing squats on me. Her tits were jiggling, and I couldn't resist the urge to reach around her and squeeze them. Then I leaned back on the amp and just let her go at it, using her knees to rapidly bounce on me. Jim and Ronnie approached us to watch. Mrs. Kegal motioned them closer, and she took each of their cocks in her hands, and gave them hand jobs while she fucked me. The feeling of the lubricated fuck box sliding up and down on my throbbing cock was an even greater feeling than I'd ever imagined it would be. Mrs. Kegal's love canal was wider than my pussy, but I could feel her tighten her pussy around it, and it felt plenty tight to me. Mrs. Kegal didn't hold back. She was panting and whimpering as she bounced like a basketball. She started grunting, sounding to me like a crude older lady, but it turned me on that she was enjoying fucking me so much. "UH! UNNG! Hunngg!" Even though this would be my second orgasm of the night, it didn't take me long to cum up into her. Her reply was "Hummmmph!" "OWWWWW!" She thrashed around on my torso, shaking the sturdy amplifier. Then she stiffened up, and fell back onto me. Mrs. Kegal climbed off of me. My butt was sore from the hard amp, so I stood up. Mrs. Kegal took my place on the edge of the amplifier, panting and perspiring. But it didn't take her long to call, "C'mon, Ronnie, over here." She spread her legs wide and leaned her elbows back on the amplifier. Ronnie obediently stood between her legs with his cock out. Mrs. Kegal seized it and guided it into her pink glistening pussy. Ronnie had to lean over himself and put his hands behind Mrs. Kegal on the amplifier, to get the proper balance to fuck his friend's mom. His cock slid in slowly, and his first few pumps were slow. But once he smiled and got comfortable, he thrust faster and harder. I liked the way Mrs. Kegal's big tits sloped back as she rested on her elbows. They jiggled and shook each time Ronnie pumped her. Her thighs also shook and jiggled with each thrust. Mrs. Kegal's eyes were open, looking up at Ronnie with a dirty smirk on her face, occasionally wincing when he trust his cock particularly hard. It didn't take Ronnie long to cum either, apparently. After some rapid fire humping, he slowed, and slowly pulled out, with no complaining from Mrs. Kegal. Jim was sitting on Steve's drum stool. Mrs. Kegal got up and approached him. "OK, big boy, down with those trousers!" She ordered. Jim obliged, dropping his pants all the way off. Mrs. Kegal grabbed a drumstick, and put the butt end up to her pussy. Fortunately, it was a brand new stick, with a slippery lacquer finish and no splinters. She took Jim's hand and placed it on the stick, allowing the longhaired singer/guitarist to slowly work it in and out of her twat, while she reached over and jerked off Jim. Mrs. Kegal removed the drumstick from her pussy. "I'm ready for something fatter," she said. She spread her legs, and moved closer to Jim, wrapping her thighs around him, sitting on his lap on the drum throne. She slipped her pussy around his cock, wrapped her arms around Jim's slender back, and humped him. While fucking Mrs. Kegal, Jim buried his face in her chest, nuzzling and munching on her tits. His hands went down to her ass, which was thrusting in and out towards Jim, an impressive sight from my vantage point behind the horny mom. Mrs. Kegal stopped fucking, and then turned around. She leaned her ass back at Jim, and then continued fucking, with her back to Jim. She placed her hands on her knees, and bounced back on Jim. Mrs. Kegal's big tits hung down, and they swayed back and forth as she fucked rapidly. Some times her tits danced in unison, and sometimes separately from each other. Steve was standing next to me, watching his mom fuck. "Are you okay with this?" I asked my band mate. "I found out not too long ago that when Mom was in college before she met Dad, she went through a hippie "free love" period. I guess since she divorced Dad, she's got the urge to go crazy again. She's pretty wild, huh?" Mrs. Kegal called to Ronnie and Me, and we approached her. At her coaxing, we each grabbed one of her white pendulous udders and milked them. While still leaning over fucking Jim, she reached out and grabbed our sticky cocks and got them stiff again. "Oh, Yea!" was Mrs. Kegal's response. With every other thrust back at Jim, she inhaled and let out a hoarse grunt. Perspiration was dripping off of her face as her mussed-up hair hung down. "Huh! Huh! Huh!" She puffed. "OOOHH! She screamed. And then again. And Again. "AHHHH!" Instead of thrusting straight back, she seemed to alternately thrust slightly to the left, and then to the right. We could hear the "shika shika shicka" sounds of her slurpy pussy, and the "slap slap slap" sounds of her ass meeting Jim's pelvis. "UUHHNNG!" she wailed, shuddering and thrashing. Finally she slowed down, and stopped altogether, sitting back on Jim's lap, still impaled on his cock, as they both panted. There was a slight pause in the action. But I was hard and horny again, and hoping for more. I left my cock out, and kept looking over at Steve's mom. Mrs. Kegal saw me with my hard cock out, and said, "Scott, are you ready for more already?" "If you are," I replied. "What about you, Ronnie?" "I'm up for it - literally," he said. Mrs. Kegal stood, took my hand, and led me back to my amplifier. "Let's see how long YOU can stand leaning back on that hard amp," she chuckled. She sat me down on the edge of my amp. "Lean Back," she ordered. Mrs. Kegal stroked my dick a few more times. "I think it needs to be a little more ready," she diagnosed. She knelt between my legs. I thought she was going to suck me again. But instead she leaned her chest over me, plopped her tits down on my crotch, and wrapped my cock in her cleavage. She held her two hooters together around it, and shook them up and down rapidly around my cock. "Wow," Ronnie said as he watched me get tit fucked my Mrs. Kegal. I probably would have come that way pretty soon, but Mrs. Kegal stopped after a minute. Mrs. Kegal, spread her legs around me, as I leaned back on my elbows, and she sat down on my cock. She lowered herself on it, and it felt just as good as the first time a few minutes ago, if a little sloppier. She put her hands on the amp behind me, and fucked me on top. Her tits were hanging in my face, and I grabbed her left nipple with my mouth. Steve, who had only been watching since the early rounds, now began unbuckling his belt. "I'm gonna get me some of that ass!" he announced. "Oh, Steve," was all that his mother said. Her son yanked his pants all the way off, and he stroked his dick rapidly for a minute. Then he stood behind his mother, and aimed his dick head at her ass crack. "Scott," Mrs. Kegal said to me, seeing what Steve was up to, "You're going to have to lay all the way back for this." I lied back on the amp. The center of the amp hand a vinyl handle on it, which stuck up into my back, but it wasn't so bad. Steve pushed his mother down on top of me. I felt her weight fall on me, and her bare tits mash against my chest as I fucked her. I had to keep my legs spread for balance. Our naked chests were stuck together with sweat. Steve began working his cock into his mom's asshole. This caused her to grunt loudly in my ear. "UNNNG!" We got out of fucking rhythm as he worked his cock into her asshole, just an inch from where my cock was entering her pussy. Finally he was all the way in. We worked at a rhythm for a while, and finally got going pretty good again. I could see Steve, standing above us, leaning forward with a hand on the bench, buttfucking his mom. Mrs. Kegal managed to lean up on her right elbow. She called for Ronnie to approach her from her left, my right. She opened her mouth, and my bassist thrust his hips forward to stick his cock into it. I could hear the sucking sounds as Mrs. Kegal blew him. Jim stood to my left, Mrs. Kegal's right. Somehow she managed to get her right hand up, balancing herself by lying on my chest, and stroked Jim's dick. Now Mrs. Kegal was satisfying all four band members' cocks. It was weird, but I found it erotic that she was acting so slutty. All four of us guys were panting and moaning. Mrs. Kegal was moaning and grunting, but the cock in her mouth muffled the sound. "MMMphh! MRRRPLLLFPH!" I think Steve was the first to cum, up his mother's asshole. I shot my wad up into her pussy, and just lied there while the others finished. Ronnie shot his jizm into her mouth, some of it dribbling down her chin. Then Mrs. Kegal turned to Jim, and blew him. Finally he came in her mouth, and I watched her lick his cock clean. The other three guys backed away, but Mrs. Kegal lied on my chest, panting. I was okay with that. Finally Mrs. Kegal got up and staggered around the room looking for her clothes. "I think I'll go take a long bath and have a glass of wine," she announced. "Can we have some wine, too, Mom?" Steve asked. "Oh, no, Steve," she replied. "I don't want to corrupt you boys." THE END.
Beer Blast	133,536	4.59	189,428	[ "girl line", "line bathroom", "door women", "muff hair", "back band", "lungs screaming", "finished peeing", "people line", "dropped jeans", "anus puckered" ]	Foreword: This is a work of fiction. None of the people in this story are real. None of these events ever happened. This story is nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. CAUTION: This story depicts acts of kinky sex known as "water sports," involving a male consuming the urine of one or more women. Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based, have my permission to post my stories for public reading, provided that credit is given to "Hungry Guy" as the author, and as long as you don't make changes other than fixing typos. Even beware of fixing typos, for I occasionally use local slang and dialects that may be flagged by your spell checker. Thanks. \### I could hear the band three blocks away as I walked down the sidewalk, past the power tower, toward Fraternity row. The weather was warm for the first weekend in December, and everyone seemed to be in the mood for a party after returning to school from Thanksgiving break. Although I wasn't often among the beer-chugging crowd, I went to one or two of these beer blasts each semester for fun. It was a Friday evening, and I had just escaped from my last class an hour ago. After stopping off at the dorm for a quick shower, I headed out. After paying my five bucks to get in, I passed through the frat house to the back yard where the crowd was already well on its way toward a drunken stupor. Sloshing across puddles of spilled beer in the grassy mud through the crowd of guys and girls, I made my way to one of the tables and paid another dollar for a plastic cup filled with the cheapest, palest, panther piss ever to call itself beer. Being one of the few frat houses that had a pool, it had a tiny cabana out by the side of the pool for changing and I caught a glimpse of a guy and girl sneaking into it. Good for them I shrugged, and continued to mingle. I tried to talk to a few girls I knew from some of my classes, but it was near impossible to have a coherent conversation. God! Those speakers towered over me by several feet! I stood and watched the band play for a while, just grooving to the music. My roommate, the stereo-head that he is, showed me in Rolling Stone a few days earlier that their first CD just made platinum and a couple of big-time rock stations in New York and L.A. picked one of the tracks to be the next hit single. "If you go to that beer blast," he told me, "enjoy them up close and personal while you can." The guitar player's fingers were just a blur on the strings, and I thought the drummers sticks would punch through those drums if he beat them any harder. The singer was hot--a tall beauty with long black hair in a satin-red dress that had a neckline that plunged to her bellybutton. And what a sexy, throaty voice! Tch, way out of my reach! After my second cup of panther piss, er, beer, I needed to take a whiz. One of the perks of being a guy was that I walked past the line of about ten females waiting to use the women's bathroom in the basement of the frat house. I walked down the steps that led from the back yard into the basement, and right into the men's room, did what I had to do, and headed back out again. The band had taken a break, and it was relatively quiet just then. "Damn! That's not fair," a female voice slurred out. Turning to see a vacant-eyed girl with shoulder-length brown hair in a beer-stained white tee-shirt swaying in the mud at the end of the line, I replied, "Huh? You talking to me?" "I've been waiting five minutes and there's ten people in front of me. I can't hold it in no more!" "Yeah, that sucks," I said. "But you guys don't have to wait. It ain't fair!" She smacked my arm. "Hey!" I rubbed my arm. I figured I'd try to gross her out and get away, so I said, "What do you want me to do about it--let you pee in my mouth in the bushes or something?" Her eyes brightened. "Hey, yeah! That's sounds like a plan. C'mon!" In that instant, she grabbed my arm again and pulled me through the crowd. She had to be kidding, but we made our way to the side of the frat house that was somewhat secluded in hedges. "C'mon-n-n," she said as she wobbled in place. "I gotta go-o-o. What are you waiting for?" "So pee if you gotta," I said. "What do you need me for?" "I can't pee against the side of the house, asshole. C'mon! Get on your knees." "What!" I gasped. Before I could think, she pushed down on my shoulders and I got down on my knees. Then--I couldn't believe it! She dropped her jeans and slid her panties down her legs. I was staring straight into her crotch! And then she started walking bow-legged toward me. The two tiny mounds on each side of her dark slit buried in her muff hair jiggled with each step she took toward me. My cock suddenly came to attention, though I wasn't sure I was going to enjoy what was about to happen to me. "Hey! Wait!" I stammered as I crawled backward on my knees. "Don't be chicken, it ain't gonna kill you. Hell, I bet you'll like it. My last boyfriend did." At that, I backed up against the side of the house, and she kept walking forward until she had her muff pressed against my face. "C'mon! Tilt your head back!" she demanded as she arched her back aiming her pussy at my mouth. I took a breath, and then she did it! A stream of hot, salty liquid splashed against my tongue. It wasn't as awful as I thought it would be. It was relatively tasteless and I swallowed small gulps as she slowly peed into my mouth. After she finished, I stood and spat the rest of her pee out while she pulled her jeans back up. "Hey! Don't spit that out there!" "What? You expect me to hold it in my mouth while I walk to the men's room?" "No! Swallow it!" "Swallow? Pee!" "Yeah! You guys want us to swallow your cum! You can swallow my water." "Well, I swallowed some of it." "Okay, thanks," she said and walked away. I waited for her to leave and then I made my way out from behind the bushes on the side of the house. It was then that the taste hit me. My mouth suddenly tasted they way I remembered a dirty restroom in a gas station once smelled. I made my way back to get another beer to get the taste of piss out of my mouth. Mingling with beer in hand again, that girl whose pee I just drank caught my eye. She was walking toward me with another glassy-eyed girl, both carrying cups of panther-piss beer. I walked up to her--we practically had sex, and I didn't even know her name--and she leaned up against me, putting her hand on my shoulder, and whispered into my ear, "Karen needs to pee too." "Uhm..." I stammered and checked out Karen. Super cute with short blonde hair and a tight green sweater showing her bare midriff. "You have to! Look at the line," she said while pointing at the line that must have had at least 15 women standing in it. There were even three men waiting to use the men's room. I shrugged, "Okay." Karen and I headed off to the side of the house amongst the bushes again, while the first girl disappeared back into the crowd. "How do we do this?" she asked in a slightly slurred voice. Having established the procedure, I got to my knees and tilted my head back. "Uhm, just walk up to me," I said, shocked at myself that I was explaining to her how to use my mouth as her urinal. "Okay," she said. She dropped her jeans and shuffled up to me with bowed legs, pressing her twat against my mouth like it was a urinal for females. Again, it was over quickly. I stood and swallowed the last of her pee while she pulled her jeans up and left. She didn't even say, "Thank you." Having near-oral sex with two women within a matter of minutes was a brand new experience for me. But I had the taste of a dirty restroom in my mouth once again. Then, urp! My stomach convulsed and a flood of yellowish puke gushed out of my mouth onto the ground against the house, leaving the most horrid taste in my mouth--worse than piss. By morning, I knew there would be more than this one puddle of puke around here, so I didn't worry too much about abandoning it there. I stood there for a moment taking slow breaths to clear my throat, then headed to the men's room to take a drink of water. A few other guys at the sink gave me knowing looks--everyone knew that puking was an unavoidable consequence of attending beer blasts. I figured my wow-meter was redlining after what had just happened, so at the top of the basement stairs I headed back into the house to leave. But someone grabbed my arm as my foot stepped into the doorway. "Hey!" Karen slurred, sloshing her beer as another girl gazed at me with vacant eyes. "Uhm, I'm leaving," I said. "No! You can't leave. I gotta pee again. And so does Cynthia." I considered bolting, but Karen had a firm grip of my arm with both hands, and Cynthia just grabbed my other arm. "Okay," I said. "Ewwww!" both girls said when they saw that puddle of vomit on the ground between the bushes that had become the ad-hoc girls' bathroom. I had forgotten about that. "Now what?" I asked, relieved that I might get out of urinal duty. "I know!" Cynthia said looking to the rear of the yard. "Over there." It had become dark, and the back yard was lit by a few floodlights on the upper floor of the house. The line of females waiting to use the women's room was snaking halfway around the house by then. Karen and I followed Cynthia out back to where the crowd had thinned and entered that cabana by the canvas-covered pool. Tiny, it was, too. Lit inside by a single bare bulb on the ceiling, it was just big enough for one vinyl padded bench pushed against one wall and a couple more square feet of floor space to stand and turn around in. A rusty pail and other junk were tossed in the corner. "C'mon!" Karen said. "Hurry up! I gotta pee!" I got on my knees and Karen dropped her jeans and panties once again. Cynthia pointed to the bench and said, "Wouldn't it be easier if he lied on his back on that?" "Okay, but hurry up!" Karen said. I wasn't sure how that would make it easier for them, but I pulled the bench a little away from the wall on a diagonal and lay on it with my head at one end and my feet flat on the floor at the other end. Karen walked around and straddled me, facing my feet. For a moment, she straddled my head between her thighs, giving me a close-up view of her ass and cunt as I stared straight up into her hairy crack. I hope she didn't plan to stand like that and pee on me. Nope! A split second later, she sat. On my face. I suddenly couldn't breathe, and it felt like my skull would crack open any moment from the weight bearing down on it. Then she started to pee. Her stream of hot, salty piss splashed against my tongue and collected at the back of my throat. I managed to take a swallow while she peed, but it was painfully difficult to do so while holding my breath as 100 pounds of fem-ass rested on my face. My cock got hard again, and stayed that way. She stood immediately after she finished peeing, and I swallowed the remainder of her piss then sucked in a lungful of cool air. I managed a couple more breaths before Cynthia took Karen's place on my face as I heard Karen leave. As Cynthia also faced my feet, her ass cheeks were mashed against my eyelids and forehead while her pussy bore down on my mouth. My nose had slipped into Cynthia's anus, and she gave it a squeeze with her sphincter. I knew I'd need to need to wash my face when Cynthia was done with me. She relaxed her sphincter's grip of my nose, and she began to flood my mouth with piss. Again, I managed to swallow once while she peed, and then again after she stood. I sat up and Cynthia said, "Thanks!" She set her empty cup on the floor in a corner of the tiny room, reached into her purse, and jammed a dollar bill into the cup. "What's that for?" I asked. "A tip," she said and giggled. Leaving the dollar in the cup, I was about to follow Cynthia when she opened the door and paused. "C'mon, let's get out of here!" I urged. "I think you got a waiting line," she said. I peered out the door to see three women waiting in line. That first girl who used me (I still don't know her name) was second in line. I bit my lip and tried to follow Cynthia back into the crowd. The first girl in line grabbed my arm. "Hey!" she said. "You can't leave now! I gave up my place in line for the bathroom and been waiting in this line for five minutes!" I sighed and went back inside the cabana. I looked at her. She was cute--short and skinny, with short ruby-red hair. I could sort of make out my reflection in the pinkish lenses of her wire-frame glasses. "C'mon! I gotta pee!" she said. Now where did I hear that before? I lay on the bench again exactly as I did a moment ago. She pulled her jeans and panties off and sat on my face like the two women before. Where did these women suddenly come from whom so easily show their bare bottoms and cunts to a guy they never met before? The details were the same: my skull felt like it would cave in under her weight any second, she peed, I swallowed, she finished peeing, she stood, I swallowed again, she pulled her pants back on, and left. Oh--she also shoved a dollar in that cup. That first girl with the brown hair who got me into this predicament came in right after that redhead left. She took a seat on my face and said, "Ohh, this is a lot easier than standing up against your face." With her 100-or-so pounds pressing down on my mouth and nose, I couldn't answer. She even added another dollar in the cup before she left. The third girl in that line came in and--oh gross! I saw a smear of blood on her pussy lips just before she sat. She gave me a drink and another dollar. Finally! I sat up to leave as she walked out the door--then another girl came in behind her. "Where'd you come from?" I asked. "Me? I've just been waiting in line." "What? Wasn't that last girl the last in line?" "No. There's about five people in line behind me." "Five?" I sputtered. "Yeah! Sure beats the line for the bathroom. God! There's got to be 20 people in line! Why don't they ever have enough bathrooms for women at these things?" By then, I had to pee, myself. "Uhm, I've got to pee first, okay. Close the door." Next to the pail in the corner was a rusty gas can that was a catalyst for cobwebs. It didn't seem to have been used in years and it was completely empty. I dropped my pants and slid my wiener into the cap opening. It felt weird to be taking a leak while a strange woman I never met before stood in the same room watching me pee, but considering what she was about to do to me, I guess it wasn't so strange after all. I finished my business and got on my back once again. The band had just started to play another set while I got a face full of fem ass. Holy shit! Something was dripping into my mouth, and it wasn't piss. I knew that taste. I smelled it every time I spanked the monkey. I lifted my arms up and tried to push her off. "Hey!" she giggled. My head was pinned under her ass, and I was completely immobile. I was stomping my feet on the floor and kicking against the bench, but that accomplished nothing. I reached over my head and back and tried to grab her by the buttocks and lift her off me. "Stop that!" she giggled again, then the piss began to flow. There was nothing I could do but hurry up and swallow before she filled my mouth. I felt more nauseous from that one woman than from all the women before her--including the one having her period. As soon as she finished and stood, I jumped up and leaned over a rusty pail and puked--and not from drinking her piss. That made me feel a little better, but I still felt queasy, just knowing what else I swallowed in addition to her piss. After she left, I counted five more women. Then another five women. Then I lost count. But, God! How come I never got lucky at one of these things? I had to swallow at least five pussy-loads of spunk, and I even lost count of that. After swallowing spunk from different women's cunts a few times, the few who were having their periods didn't seem so gross. Every so often, I got up to pee in that gas can. It was still a weird feeling to have a strange woman stand there watching me pee while she waited for me to finish so that she could pee into me. That cup was jammed with dollar bills and someone had started a new cup with a couple of dollars in it. The band had taken another break between sets, and it had become quiet again. "How long is the line for me?" I asked one of the women who came to use me, since conversation was possible once again. "The line for you is about 20 people." "Holy shit! How long is the line for the regular women's room, then?" "Uhm," she thought for a moment, "I guess about ten or so." Wow! I didn't know what to make of the revelation that a majority of the women would prefer to use me instead of the normal bathroom. My stomach already felt bloated, and I had no idea how I was going to be able to consume all the fluid that was currently being stored in the bladders of ten women just outside that door. A few more women used me, then--holy shit--a black woman came in. Of course, there's nothing wrong with black women. Just coming from a rural area, I never mingled with black people--never even knew any--though there were a couple of black kids in high school. My first glimpse of her was of hair all in cornrows and braids, and wearing a bright purple sweater. The whites of her eyes gleamed brightly against her coal-black skin, though she didn't make eye contact with me. Like most of the others, she dropped her jeans and took a seat on my face. For a split second, I got a view of the utter blackness of her ass-crack between her dark brown cheeks, and the thin pink slit of her pussy shown brightly against her black hairy pussy lips. After that, it was all the same: she peed--I swallowed. My stomach still felt bloated and I had no idea how I had managed to keep up with all the women who had used me so far. It seemed that I had been peeing in that gas can after almost every woman lately--so it was just flowing through me at that point. A few women later, one finished peeing and said, "I spent my last buck on beer, but I can pay you some other way. Okay?" "Uhm, sure," I said, having forgotten that I was accumulating quite a stash of cash. She fell forward onto me, leaving me looking up at the ceiling past her twat still pressed against my chin and up through her ass crack. She unzipped my jeans and whipped out my, still hard, cock. At first, she licked and tickled my cock-head with her lips and tongue. After tasting the pussies of an army of women that night, I was on the brink of coming, though my cock was sore from being hard almost continuously since Karen and Cynthia used me at the start. Then, "Ah!" I gasped as she engulfed my cock with her mouth. She began to slide her lips up and down the length of my shaft, and that was all it took for me to explode into her mouth. I began bucking rhythmically as she rode me, grasping tightly onto my cock with her mouth. After my last couple of grunts showed that I was empty, she released her lip-lock on my softening member and sat up on my chest and twisted her neck around to grin down at me. "Wow!" I told her. "Thanks!" "Sure," she shrugged, put her pants back on, and left. A few more women used me. Then as one woman was peeing into my mouth, she started gasping, and jumped off me, spraying my face and drenching my hair with her piss. "Urp!" she gasped and rushed out of the room. A moment later, I heard her, or someone, puking from around the side of the cabana to a chorus of "Ewwww!"s just outside the door. God! That was a close one! A little later, while licking my lips after a short-ish bleached-blonde was pulling her pants up, she said, "Hey, You're making out pretty good since the last time I used you." "Huh?" I said. I didn't remember her using me before. I learned that night that there's quite a variety among pussies and asses. Some ass cheeks are vast expanses of cellulite and others are wee mounds. Some anuses are pinholes, and some are twisted knots. Some twats are thick with muff hair, some thin haired, and some are shaved. Some clits are no bigger than a pimple, and others hang down like little dicks. Some pussies keep their secrets tightly lipped, others hang loose letting the breeze flow through. Perhaps I could learn to recognize a woman just by her pussy and ass, but that's not a skill I had yet to master. The blonde pointed to the corner and I sat up to see her pointing at three empty plastic cups overflowing with beer-soaked dollar bills. "Yeah, wow, I guess I am," I told her. "So, uhm," she said, "you wanna fuck?" "Sure!" I said--what guy doesn't. I started to reach into my pocket. "I think I got a rubber in my wallet." "I'm on the pill. You don't need no rubber." "Great!" I said. She straddled my hips and grabbed my cock. A moment later, she had impaled herself on me. I felt myself so deep inside her what with her sitting on my cock like that. I swear the sight of her hairy crotch pressing down on my hairy crotch added another half-inch of penetration. I leaned up a little and said, "Come down here and kiss me." She pushed me back down with her palm and said, "No way! Just fuck me." "Sure," I said. I began lifting my buttocks up and down, sliding my cock in and out of her cunt. Man, that was exhausting work lifting her body up and down with every thrust. That blowjob a while ago had satisfied me. Still, countless pussies pressed to my lips over the past few hours had overcharged me so much that the pressure built in my loins so fast that it didn't take much effort to reach the summit and explode in wave after wave of ecstasy. She, too, began having an orgasm. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried as I shot each wad deep into her pussy. "Oh man!" she gasped as we came down from our mutual climax. "You liked that?" she said as I was panting and coming down. "Yeah!" Duh, what a question! Sliding herself off my cock, she walked around and sat back down on my face again. "Now clean up your mess," she said. Oh shit! I had always imagined that sucking my own spunk out of a woman's pussy would be the grossest thing ever, but after sucking down unknown spunk from earlier pussies, I guess my own wasn't so bad after all. But I still felt queasy after she left. Several women later, I caught a glimpse of a satin-red dress closing the door. While it was near impossible to recognize upside-down faces while lying flat on my back, there was no doubt about it--it was the lead singer from the band. She lifted her dress up and pulled her panties down. A moment later, her ass was on my face. Her muff, from the brief view I got of it, was thick and black as it came down on my mouth. But instead of flooding my mouth, she whispered in that throaty voice, "Turn me on with your mouth, pissboy." She gave my nose a squeeze with her rectum, and I began playing with her clit with my tongue. "Mmmmmm," she moaned as I licked and swirled my tongue around the tiny nub. With her pussy pressing down on my mouth, and her anus squeezing my nose, my lungs were screaming for air, but I persevered. I sucked the little nub deep into my mouth and beat on it with my tongue, flicking it back and forth like a punching bag. "Oh God! Oh God!" she moaned as I continued working on her clit. My lungs were screaming in agony for air, but still I continued--sucking her clit rhythmically in and out of my mouth. If truth be told, I had a reputation, among the few girls I'd been with, for being good with my mouth. It didn't take much longer for her to start bouncing out of control on my face while I held her clit deep in my mouth with suction and stroked it gently with my tongue--evoking a quiver with every stroke. "Holy shit, pissboy, you're a fucking genius with that tongue!" She then fell forward, none too soon, as I felt like I would have passed out from asphyxiation at any moment. I had expected her to give me my second blowjob of the night after that, but after I caught my breath and before I could answer, she sat back up, positioned her twat over my mouth, and proceeded to empty her bladder. The band started playing their next set soon after she left, but not as loudly as before since, presumably, it was so late. As the night went on, the pussies and asses became a blur. One woman came close to puking on me again, and ran outside just before tossing her cookies. Another woman finished peeing, then immediately turned around to face the other way and sat back down on my face. What the fuck? With her back to my feet, I was staring into her hairy crotch while her ass pressed down on my mouth. What's she up to? Something quivered against my lips. Oh shit! No! Her anus puckered outward and downward. No! Please! No! Her anus puckered wide and oozed out a thick sticky mass into my mouth. I reached up and tried to push her off me before she shit out another, but like before, I didn't have the leverage. A moment later, her anus puckered out again, and spat another turd into my mouth, nearly filling my mouth. How can one human being use another human being like this? Her anus puckered again, sliding another hot turd into my mouth, packing my mouth full of her excrement and forcing my cheeks to bulge out. I lay there in terror, now knowing what would happen to me when she pushed another lump of shit out her asshole into my already packed-full mouth. Would it force its way down my throat? Or would it force its way down my windpipe, choking me to death on human sewage? Did I have but a minute or two to live? She grunted, and I felt that solid mass of shit in my mouth force its way down my throat. My gag reflex kicked in, but what with my head pinned under 100 pounds of ass, it accomplished nothing but agony. I slowly fought my gag reflex and forced my throat muscles to swallow. With my mouth still jam packed with her feces, I coaxed that mass stuck in my throat down into my stomach. Then she did it again. She grunted and the pressure of shit in my mouth increased yet again, and more shit forced its way part way down my throat. I forced myself to swallow again. By then, my lungs were screaming for air, and I knew I was seconds away from passing out. If I didn't die from suffocation, I figured I was as good as dead anyway. What was that saying--"Eat shit and die?" Then she stood. I jumped up and spat her shit out into that pail--at least what shit I didn't swallow. I turned to face her and stood there panting, catching my breath. She dropped her eyes, then looked back up at me. "I'm sorry! I had to go so bad and I couldn't go and get back in line for the other bathroom." A million thoughts and emotions were spinning through my head--fear, anger, confusion. I was grasping at what to say while she left and the next woman entered. "Pee-uuu!" She waved her hand across her face. Glancing at the door, she added, "Did she take a shit?" "Yeah," I answered, tasting the odor of shit as I spoke. "Oh? You do that too? I hope your hepatitis shots are up to date." "My what shots?" I asked. "Oh, nothing. Well, I only have to pee." "Just a sec," I said and kneeled down to the pail and tried to puke. I felt nauseous but I couldn't force my puke up after trying for a couple of minutes. "C'mon and puke already!" the girl watching me said. "I gotta pee bad!" "Just hold on!" I snapped. I pissed in that gas can--and took my time about it, too. Isn't it women who so decry how men often view women as sex objects? Despite the shitty taste I couldn't get out of my mouth, I laid back down on the bench for her. Maybe the taste of her piss would replace the taste of the shit. It didn't; it just added the taste of piss to the taste of shit. A few more women used me. Then it happened. The woman sitting on my face, streaming her hot pee against my tongue, went "Urp! Ahhhch," and I suddenly felt my shirt and upper arms soaked. I instinctively reached to wipe my chest and got a handful of sticky, gooey mess. With my nose up her rectum, and my mouth under her hairy twat, I couldn't smell the puke that I was soaked in. But when she stood to leave, the rancid odor of fresh vomit evoked the natural reaction in me, and I barely made it to the pail in time to puke my guts out. I only hoped that the shit that that previous woman had fed me came up with the mess, though I couldn't tell. That done, I yanked my shirt off of wiped my chest and arms off as best I could with the clean back side, and tossed it in the pail with the puke. "You okay?" the woman waiting for me asked. I turned to see that it was that cute redhead with the rose colored glasses who had used me back in the beginning. Holding her beer, she was visibly swaying back and forth and almost tripped while standing in place, but caught herself before she fell. It occurred to me that maybe--just maybe--this being a human toilet might pay off for me. This girl was cute, and maybe I could get talking to her--get her number--or even go home with her later. I smiled at her. "Yeah. I'm okay. I just had to puke." "Good, 'cause I gotta pee so-o-o bad!" So okay, I'll let her pee and then try and talk to her again before she leaves. "C'mon!" she said a little testily. "I gotta go-o-o!" I lay back down on the bench and she quickly pulled her jeans and panties down and sat on my face. Oh shit! Her pussy was dripping spunk into my mouth. Someone beat me to her--the bastard! But instead of leaving, she pulled my pants down, letting my cock point to the ceiling once again, and swung a leg over my hips. "Hey! You going to fuck me?" I asked. "Yeah, don't you wanna?" "Sure, but let me put on a rubber first." I reached into my pocket once again to get that rubber. "I put my cervical cap in before I came. Fuck that rubber shit!" No sooner had I said, "Ok," she grabbed my member and sat herself down onto me, swallowing my cock with her pussy. Once again, I began lifting my buttocks up and down, sliding my cock in and out of her cunt. "Let me see your tits," I said as she rode me like a bucking bronco. She rolled her top up over her breasts and then lifted her bra as her tittles jiggled free. Her nipples were tiny red dots on no bigger than pimples on her perky little college-girl breasts. "You like 'em?" she asked. "Yeah," I said as I reached up to gently squeeze her nipples with each of my hands. I rolled her tiny nipples, that grew to not-so-tiny nipples in my fingers. And I continued to thrust my hips up into her as she sat on me. It took longer this time, and was exhausting work, but I still came nonetheless. While filling my second pussy with my spunk that night, the thought hit me--what if she wants me to clean her too? Well, if I could just go home with someone that night, it'd be worth it. I felt myself deflating insider her after I shot my load, and of course, she sat back on my face. "C'mon, clean me up now!" At least it didn't seem as sickening as the first time. As she was pulling her pants up, I said, "So, how about meeting up later?" "I don't think so," she said. "Why not? We could have more fun tonight." "You're not my type," she said and quickly left. "Shit!" A little later, the band stopped again and I asked the woman whose pee I just drank how the party was going. "It's winding down," she said before staggering out the door to let the next woman in line in. A few women later, I saw that satin red dress again. When she's a famous rock star, I'll have the memory of having given her an orgasm with my mouth and having drunk her pee direct from her twat while she sat on my face--what a souvenir. I also decided that it would remain my secret--that I wouldn't run to the paparazzi with the account after she's famous. I thought about saying something witty to her, but I ran out of time before her ass was planted on my face. I licked my lips after she stood, and swallowed the rest of her pee, then she looked down at me and said, "You look like a mess, pissboy. Smell like one, too." "Well," I stammered, "this one girl puked on me, and another took a shit in my mouth, and my stomach feels like its going to burst from all the piss I drank." We stared at one another for a few seconds, then I dropped my gaze and added, "I'm fucked, ain't I?" She grinned down at me and said, "Not yet." "Huh?" "You're done for the night." She held out her hand. "C'mon! Let's get you cleaned up." "Uh..." I stammered. Glancing down at the three cups overflowing with cash, she said, "Don't forget your tips." "Yeah, right," I mumbled and grabbed the soggy cash out of the cups and shoved it all into my pocket. She took my hand and opened the door. "Hey!" the first few girls in line yelled out as we exited the cabana. "Sorry girls," she said. "The ladies' room is closed for repair." Walking through the back yard, I wondered where she was taking me. It was certainly a thrill to see guys I knew from class gawking at us, especially considering that I was lacking a shirt. And I wondered what kind of explaining I would owe my roommate later that night as we walked right past him--I imagined hearing the "thunk" of his jaw hitting the ground just then. After walking down a short path to a parking lot for the frat house residents, she brought me inside a huge motorhome while the band members loaded their stuff into cargo holds underneath. Winding our way to a bedroom in the back, she pointed me to a tiny bathroom and said, "Shower." I dismissed my amazement that an up-and-coming rock star would want to help a shit- and puke-faced pissboy--I was just grateful to get a hot shower without having to walk back to the dorm half-naked, drenched in puke, and literally smelling like a filthy gas station bathroom. I lost track of the time. I washed, and rinsed my mouth, and washed my hair, and gargled, and washed my hair, and gargled, and washed, and washed, and washed. I swear I also pissed a gallon in the shower. I must have been in that shower for a half an hour when she came into the bathroom and peeked into the shower stall. "Ack!" I squealed. "Just checking that you're still alive." "I am," I said as my voice cracked. Despite my situation not too long ago, I still felt awkward to have a strange woman staring at me while I was naked. "Good! I'm joining you." "Oh-kay," I stammered. That throaty voice of hers was just so-o-o sexy. I then realized then that she was naked too. She stepped into the tiny shower stall with me. It was a tight fit. And what a body! Her breasts were nice and full, with thick puffy nipples aimed straight at me. "Sorry I couldn't join you sooner, but I had to help the guys load the bus." "No problem," I said. What else could I say? "But since you're clean now, why don't you wash me?" At that, I realized that she did have a certain odor to her. She reached down and handed me a bar of soap. I suppose it's an understatement to say that performing on stage tends to make one perspire. Before long, we were both clean and odor-free. We were also in bed together. Our arms and legs were tangled together, and our mouths locked as we wrestled tongues. After we had thoroughly exchanged saliva, she disengaged and crawled around and climbed on top of me with her thighs straddling my head and her head at my crotch. "I hope you're not sick of kissing pussies, but if you eat mine again, I'll make it up to you." I couldn't say, no. And I don't think I'll ever be sick of kissing pussies, anyway. I dove in. I found her clit and sucked it so hard that I made her come quicker than most guys come. I continued to tease her clit, making her body quake with every flick of my tongue. Men don't have much power over women, but I loved having a skill that gave me such power over them in one small way. "Wow!" she panted. "How do you do that?" "I just do," I told her ass. Then I knew it was my turn when I felt her engulf my cock in her mouth. After a night of having my face squashed by countless pussies and asses, I still felt primed despite all the orgasms I had that night. At least I wasn't on a hair trigger any more; and I was glad that she had to work on me for a while before I filled her mouth with my spunk. She continued to suck until I was fully drained. She swallowed, then she rolled onto her back and said, "Fuck me, pissboy." "With pleasure," I said as I mounted her and slid my cock between her legs. Her pussy was still wet from my sucking, and I slid my cock inside her easily. She gasped as I began to thrust in and out, in and out. This time, I had to do the work to make myself come, especially to make me come a second time in a row, but it was worth the effort when we came together after a few minutes of exertion. "Gaaaa!" I screamed as she dug her nails into my back while our bodies rocked together. Finally exhausted, I fell off her and we kissed as we began to doze off to sleep with all our limbs entangled together once again. Then the bus started to move. "Hey!" I said, coming suddenly awake. "Don't panic, pissboy," she whispered in my ear in that throaty voice--that sexy, throaty voice. We have another gig tomorrow night. I'll get you back to school by Monday morning, all fresh and clean. Promise." "Well," I grinned. "If you promise." "But I could sure use my own fuckboy and pissboy. You might not want to go back to school." She's right. Being a sex-toy to a female rock star? I just might not want to go back to school. \* END \*
HotLanta Ch. 04	24,899	4.72	217,366	[ "thug", "black", "gay", "homothug" ]	The hum of the machines wasn't what Martice wanted to hear right now but it was a sign that he was getting something done around here. He had walked into the Print & Document Service Department of Max Office Superstore to find mounds of work waiting for him, you'd think by now he was use to it, but like all the other things you'd think he would be use to by now he wasn't. Six months ago he had meet the guy he was sure was the one, while it was a rocky start in the end or at least up till now things where still good. Yea Dre still had his bad habits, but Martice know he was faithful even with all the flirting... Chapter 04: Tryst "PDS phone call line 1" Kristi's voice said over the headset. Martice walked away from the Xerox machine and sat at the desk top publishing. He was counting the minutes until it was time to leave for the day, but they just weren't passing fast enough. "PDS Martice how I can help you?" the blur of statement and question caused the caller to let out a slight laugh. "Yo Tice, its Toni." "What's up Toni, I need some work done?" Martice asked. Toni owned a small but hoppin Hip Hop club where in the ATL, he also worked with a lot of small music acts getting their sound together, in a lot of ways he was a young Puffy, and Martice did all his design work. From flyers to even CD covers, Toni came to Martice for all the design work for anything he did. Dre had attempted to convince Martice to stop working for the company making them fifty plus dollars an hour and to start working for himself, hell at half that he would more then double his bring home, but it was something about the nine to five that he needed. Dre was use to being his own boss; it was just where he came from. Martice had never had the safety of money to fall back on so working for someone else just seem to make sense. "Yea I just need to make sure you where going to be there before I stopped in I need some Hot ass work done." Toni said with that little hint of something. Martice wasn't every sure how to take Toni, he seemed to always have a undertone in everything he said but he never made it clear, which meant he might be on the DL, but Martice wasn't going to push the matter. He was happy with his boy Dre, and while the idea of fuckin this thug out promoter type was the kinda thing Dre would approve of, Martice settle with the idea of just leaving that alone. "Well stop in and I will make sure that I hook that up for you kat." Martice replied smiling to himself. It had been month since they had started living together, and here he was what the idea of a tryst on his mind. As he hung up the phone he just shook his head. "I always said that I was gonna make it now it's plain for everyone to see but this game I'm in don't take no prisoners just casualties I know that everything is gonna change even the friends I knew before may go but this dream is the life I've been searching for started believing that I was the greatest my life was never gonna be the same 'cos with the money came a different status that's when things changed now I'm too concerned with all the things I own blinded by all the pretty girls I see I'm beginning to loose my integrity" \-Craig Davis "Rise & Fall" As Dre sat reviewing the numbers for the downtown store he understood more and more why he was interviewing people for its new manager. He also could not help but see that he needed to get someone in there right away. That was where it had all started, the first Dre's House and now out of the eight locations it was having the hardest time. Dre made a hell of a living as the owner of Hotlanta's hottest urban clothing stores. He mind wondered as Craig Davis played in the background \knock\ "Dre!" Her voice disrupting the peace as her five foot five body simply walked into the office not waiting for an answer. "We need to talk about that girl you got down here with me." He smiled as she sat down across from him. Akua was a women after Dre's heart she was straight up and honest. With her loosely warn neck tie she had a style which no one could miss, which was half the reason he hired her. "What's wrong?" He asked half kidding and joking knowing he was about to be told a story about what dumb thing the new girl had done. "She just dumb, she doesn't listen and she got issues with her man that I am sick of hearing about." She paused as Dre laughed "Speaking of men how is your boy?" And as he allowed his eyes to fell back on hers he could see the real reason for her mid day visit. "My boy is fine and at work busting his ass to cover school." His tone was low. "He makes me a proud papa." He said as she stood. "Good Remember that as the next hot ass walks in here." She said as she started out the door. "You three o'clock is here." She said opening the door. As Rasheed Harris walked into Dre was shocked. The resume he read had lead him to think this guy was going to be a boring book worm, but before him stood a Red Bone god. The hazel glow of his eyes gave away his mixed racial history, even in a shirt and tie his "thug" charm was easy to see, and he was the kind of kat who was DL enough that the girls still chased but the boys could see the truth Dre could smell it in the air. As the door closed and he sat Dre simply looked across the table at him every now and again glancing down to the resume he recalled his name, Rasheed yea this was going to be the best interview he had ever had. "So why don't we skip to the part where I fuck you over my desk." Dre said walking towards him, around the desk. The look on Rasheed's face was shock at least at first. As he raised his hand to his mouth his elbow resting his knee he couldn't believe he had been clocked. Dre reached down and touching the pink lips of Rasheeds mouth with his finger, Rasheed took it in slowly letting it slip past the outside rim and into his warm mouth. Rasheed tongue lightly flicked across Dres finger causing his shaft to slowly become hard. As he watched Rasheed closed his eye a smile creped across his face. As his latest moment of weakness rolled his tongue all over the finger now slowly working its way in and out of the warm wet mouth that soon enough other things would work their way in and out of that mouth, Dre's other hand undid his belt allowing the black jean shorts to fall to the ground. Never removing the finger from Ra' mouth Dre used his other hand to slowly stroked Rasheeds face until it found its way to the back of his head. Rahseed never opened his eyes as he slowly lower the gray boxer briefs which fit perfectly around Dre's cut ass. Never allowing cold air to hit Dres manhood Rasheed took it into his mouth as the finger slipped free allowing both of Dres hands to slip free to the sides of Ra's head. Dre began to grind his hips in and out every so often, the wet sound of his manhood being serviced driving his wild, feeling his bush touched by Rasheeds lips, he looked only to the ceiling. This wasn't about like or love like with his boy, this was about his own primal need to have anyone he wanted when he wanted. As he felt the lips of a person he had only known for moments was doing everything in his power to please him, no this wasn't about like or love this was pure and simple a power trip his power over others and as his with a single trust he put all of himself into Rasheed his seed exploded into his mouth filling it. Without question Rasheed simply allowed it to flow down his passage into him. "Your hired." As Martice sat across from Toni working on the design for the latest special at Club 24/7 he couldn't help but laugh to himself, TRADE Thursdays, which according to Toni meet trade numbers, but in the circles Martice traveled in the word had so many more meanings. "So you should stop by and check it out." Toni said leaning back in the chair with a slight sigh. He always seemed so busy it seemed but he also always seems to hang out here to oversee all his design work. As he leaned back and slide his hand across his small part of his "happy trail" showing after he raised his arm Martice couldn't help but notice, these where the little thing that always made him question. Like the time he was here with another kat talking about how he gets head from all kinds of bitches since he opened the club and all, and some of the messages he gets left, to them it was all a joke, but to Martice is caused his mind to wonder into places it should, but in the end he reminded himself that he had the man he wanted, and that was enough for him. Toni however just smiled to himself as if he had seen Martice looking and wanting. As he laughed Martice smiled too, maybe this kat just got off on being wanted. "Maybe I will do that." Martice replied as he turned his chair to go to the Printer and get the flyer. As he bent over to pick it up he noticed that Toni was checking him out, for just a moment Martice felt like his boy, here in this moment he was the object someone was lusting after, damn it felt good. As he sat back down he handed the fly to Toni who had just stopped licking his lips. "So what do you think?" "I like what I see," he said looking back to him "everything I see playboy." Toni said leaning back. "Really?" Martice asked with a cocky smile on his face. He glanced towards the door see where the others where, and with none of them in sight he suddenly changes the dynamic of this moment. "So what are you trying to get into T?" "You," He began leaning in with a smile "if you let me playboy." [PreachTree Plaza Hotel] As the bell hop exited the room the figure within it simply stood looking out of the window. At 6'3 his thin lean build was so graceful and smooth as it moved anyone who saw him could see he was a dancer. Ja'don stood looking out over Atlanta, from this hotel room he remembered how he once loved this city, and he couldn't forget how much he loved him. They had such history, such passion; after all it was in this room that their first time together happened. As the cool air washed over him he remembered; Andres touch was soft and caring as he rubbed my shoulders. The lotion was cold causing me to jump softly and his reaction was perfect. Feeling my reaction he softly blew on my neck and then began to kiss softly down toward the center of my back. His hands reached around finishing undoing my shirt. It had taken me hours to pick it out and now it fell to the floor. I had hoped this would be the last date we would go on before taking this step, before making love. I mean we had been dating for two months now which is gay time meant two years and only tonight had he finally gotten the hint that I wanted to go farther, or if he had gotten it before he had ignored it. The knock at the door woke him from his dream. "Come in." he said. As the door opened Errol was so happy to see his baby brother, he paused a smile forming as he looked at him. Ja'don had allowed his hair to grow out and the curls where such a change for the kid who hated his hair growing up. The urban look was even funnier. "So did your manager pick this out?" Errol ask as he stood back looking. Ja'don laughed as he flicked his brother's dreads. Errol was his big brother and he know him better then anyone, and he knows this was all an image. "No my stylist." He laughed "Besides the boys love it when I walk trough the court yard, still a head turner." He went on as they sat on the couch. "So how is my favorite brother?" "Your only brother, nigga." Errol replied slipping out of the leather jacket. "I am good, my place is good, life is.." he pauses looking into the eyes of his brother. "good." He says softly. "Ja'don please tell me you aren't here because of him!" his expression said it all. Errol know when he got the call, "Fuck Ja'don." Errol said standing up. "You back because of him." "E calm down, look I am here because my family is here, Dre isn't apart of that anymore I am done." "Ja'don he is happy at last he is with someone who finally seems to be enough, don't go fuckin with his head now, let it go little brother, let what every you have told yourself you could have with Andre go, if you really love him you will." Errol stood looking down at his brother. "Give me a few E, I need some alone time." Ja'don said, his tone some what defeated. Errol just picked up his cot and walked out the door. Ja'don was telling the truth he missed his family, but as he remembered that night three years ago; As Dre kisses began to cause me to get more and more excited each one causing my penis to become more and more erect. As we stood kissing deeply our hand rushing all over the other bodies exploring each other for the first time. I mean before now I had rushed to this point with one guy or another but this one had be taken everything so slowly that even in the short time we had known each other I know it was love. As he kissed down my chest, he began slowly licking each of my nipples then slightly biting them. Ecstasy rushed trough my spine so I arched forward and he just smiled. Slowly he began to take me into his mouth his tongue flickering over my cock's head. Soon I couldn't help but grasp his head and begin to arch my body back and forth each stroke going deeper and deeper into his mouth. Soon Dre forced my body against the wall and took me as deep into his mouth as he could swallow causing the rear of his mouth to constrict around my rock hard unit and next thing I know I explode in his mouth. I almost didn't notice as my lovers' finger creeps past the soft rosy bud of my ass because I looked down as my lover swallowed. Someone had once told me the difference between like and love was spit and swallow. The pleasure, both mental and physical was too much as I released a moan signaling pure pleasure into the soft air of the night, but Dre didn't accept this as enough as a second finger found its way inside of me and my moans becoming loader and more passionate, I had never made sounds like this before. Then he turned me around, pleasure and even the word ecstasy couldn't explain how I felt as my lovers tongue entered my hole and sent pulses of pleasure trough my body like shockwaves. As I felt the body of my lover beginning to rise until we where body-to-body, aware of every inch of the other we slowly kiss our way to the bed, my lover sitting then lifting me into the air onto him. As I lowered myself, taking Andre's iron rod into me, I push him down and began to ride him steady. He put his hands on my hips and I began to roll my hips taking all of his cock and balls deep inside. Leaning forward I kisses him passionately, biting his lip until he was overcome with passion rolling me over and began to drive himself deeper and deeper inside of me like an animal. My head was hanging from the bed as Dre wraps his hands around my hips gripping and pushing harder and faster. Each trust while solid yet loving and the pulses of energy shared between the two of us where explosive. As he begins to moan and I was lost in perfection, I was lost in our love. He explodes within me, after what seem to have been hours. Ja'don sat looking at the bed and all he could do was remember. Dre walked into the loft dropping his bag just in the door. "Martice!" he called out but the hollow sound of their home said he was all alone. He glanced over to the phone and noticed the message light. "Yo Dre, I am going to meet with a design customer, I will be home late, love." Dre raised an eyebrow, that wasn't the normal for Martice, but whatever, after the day he had he wasn't going to fight it. He laughed to himself, Well the interview had gone well at least and what Martice didn't know would keep their happy home happy. He paused before dropping down onto the couch, man if you had told him he would be off the market a year ago he would have laughed, he was after all the guy everyone watched in the club and now it had been months since he had gone out. \ring\ He turned looking to the phone, it had to be Martice saying he was on his way home, it was nearly ten. "Hello." "Hello Pa." the voice melted Dre, for a moment he was in a different place, he was in a world that was shattered years ago in a single moment in a single night... Dre was dripping wet as he walked trough the hallway. He know he should at least attempt to not leave foot prints across the hard wood floors of the loft, but he liked the feel of air against his skin, plus it made him just a little hard. As he rounded the corner into the room there laid Ja'don, seeming to be asleep. Dre had finished his shower even after Ja'don had attempted to interrupt it with a blowjob, which he had left unfinished. Dre normally would have been all about it but they had been fighting all day and he need a little time before making up. Ja'don wanted to leave to chase his dream and Dre wanted to keep things just like they where, but he was past it, they would make up now and talk more in the morning. As he slowly sat on the end of the bed he watched as Ja'don rolled fully onto his stomach, yea he was sure he was sleep now. Dre leaned over him kissing down his back until he reached the crake of his ass. Extending his tongue he licked down the crack until he reached the tightness of his "inner flower," Ja'don began to stir with a slight moan released from his lips. Dre simply gripped Ja'don's hips and began to flick his tongue back and forth across the outer petals of the flower. Ja'don began to try to pull away as he awoke but with each attempt to pull away Dre would trust his tongue deeper into Ja'don's flower seeking the sweat nectar. Ja'don began to moan loader and loader. Dre loved the sound Ja'don made when he was inside of him like this. Sex with Ja'don was different then when he was with the tricks he picked up. Ja'don was his lover and he wanted to please him. As Ja'don rolled onto his back and Dre began to just play with his dick, licking and flicking his tongue at it as he sucked just below the sack, Ja'don gripped the back of Dre's head as he locked his legs behind his head. Ja'don was into it as Dre lifted slightly and began to suck on him as if he was a hungry animal. Gnawing and sucking he causes Ja'don to experience pleasure better then he has before. Reaching around he takes Ja'don into his mouth, Ja'don moans louder. In and out of Dre's mouth, his dick slides as his eyes roll into the back of his head. Dre loved to hear the sounds Ja'don made as he pleased him time after time. Each time trying to forget how he had wronged him last. As he placed Ja'don back on the bed he reached for the rubbers, which lay on the dresser. Ja'don's feet still on his shoulders Dre slowly entered Ja'don while holding his wrist, Ja'don was totally submissive at this point as Dre began to go in and out slow at first but his speed picking up. His trust became more and more aggressive as Ja'don moaned loader and loader. Andre just keep grinding himself deeper and deeper into Ja'don. Dre seemed loss in his own world as his lover stopped to make sounds he could under stand and began to just moan from the joy. Letting Ja'don's legs fall to his hips before they locked behind him again he pulled Ja'don up and began to bounce him up and down. Ja'don himself began to grind with his lover until he felt an explosion in his groin. Dre simply turned and sat back on the bed and leaned back. Ja'don was lost in the heat of passion as he began to roll him back taking his man's iron balls deep inside him and still trying to get more. As he bounced up and down rolling his hips round and round Dre gripped the bed and began to moan. Ja'don was shocked when Dre gripped him rolled so he was on the bed and began to fuck him. This wasn't love anymore--this was just raw sex. As Dre drove his manhood deeper and deeper in to Ja'don; Ja'don could only dig his nails into Dre's back, with each trust a pulse of pleasure rushed trough his body until one final trust and Dre held himself there and Ja'don released sounds from his mouth that could only be called primal.. "Dre?" the voice said snapping him back. "It me papi, it's Ja'don, I am home." Ja'don said. Errol had been right he had come back for Dre. Errol had said Dre was happy and now he would test that. Now he would see for himself just how happy Dre was. "I need to see you." [Outside of Club 24/7] Martice sat in his car he could hear the music from here. Go home, his mind told him, but there was something that was calling to him in there, which he was right but it was someone other then his boyfriend. As he got out closing the door he couldn't help but be swept away with it all, while he would never cheat on Dre he liked the idea that he was the focus for once rather then his boyfriend. He was after all a dime as far as masculine guys went. Walking into the door after handing the Doorman the VIP card Toni had given him he remember all the things he had given up when he and Dre moved in together. As he closed his eyes allowing the sent and the sounds of trap music filled the room, slowly he began to move towards the dance floor with a little bit of a thug bounce in his step. Just as he hit the floor he felt the eyes of the room turn to him and it didn't take him long to see that he had been right, the room was full of trade, and they where watching him. As his body became lost in the music of T.I. he forgot all about Toni. At least until the voice disrupted him "What's up playboy?" Martice turned to find Toni standing there his shirt off and a drink in his hand. "Try this." He said handing it to Martice. Martice know that Toni know he wasn't old enough for this, but he wasn't going to wait the few months left to take advantage of this moment. "Thank You." Martice said taking the drink and sipping it. Man it was strong, but smooth. "What is that?" "Doesn't have a name yet I had the bartender make it for you." Toni said stepping closer, clearly into Martice's space. As the sent of his Kenneth Cole hit Martice he like it, hell he like most thing about this guy and that as he finished the drink was going to be the problem. As they danced and Martice drank things just got hotter. With a kiss here and there all playful and before long Martice was loss in a spell. He wasn't like it had been with Dre, there wasn't the game, Toni wasn't trying to be hard or anything, he was just going with the flow. Martices head was spinning and before long he was in a different place, dancing with Toni and another cat he never even remembered coming up. A kiss here and there one with Toni one with the new cat, something didn't feel right but it wasn't the lust in the air. The second guy who had to be about 6'2" and 210lbs, he had long dreads and was wearing blue jean shorts and a wife beater, as his large arms simply turned Martice, he glanced at the brand on his arm, Omega Psi Phi a Q Dog, Toni leaned in behind him. "Don't worry cat he is my frat brother." Toni said as Martice still loss felt his hand slip into his pants; he began to stroke him lightly as the second one kissed him. Martice was physically in heaven but his mind was else where, so else where that as they walked towards to VIP room he was just along for the ride. As the door closed Martice sat on the couch kissing Toni much like he kissed Dre, but Toni wasn't returning those kisses. His hand where sliding off Matrices pants as he lifted him so that he was straddling him, Martice felt Toni 10 inch hard dick as he sat on it and began to kiss him more and more passionately. They where alone in the room outside of the other guy who soon made clear he was joining them as Martice's head was turned away from Toni's kiss and a 11inch thick black shaft was forced into his mouth. As he began to suck it didn't seem to be enough for the guy, who with his hand on the back of Martices head forced himself deeper and deeper. Wendell got off on this, here he was forcing his young cat to suck his manhood, yea Toni was right this would be hot as hell. As he forced it deeper and deeper he was shocked as this cat took more and more suck and slurping away the sound of wet dick being serviced was all he could hear. He looked down at his boy who was lubing his dick up right now and in a sec this Kat was going to "spoil" this kat as they had come to call it, one hole plugged with Wendell's 11 inch shaft and the other Toni's 10 inch thick dick pounding away until the both busted nuts, dicking this kat hard as hell and raw as fuck which in the end was what these fag ass nigga got off on, thug lovin the way thugs did it. As Toni lifted Martice lowering him onto his 10 inch thick dick, yea this was what he had wanted from the first moment he has seen this kat. Martice seem to flinch as if hurting from Toni's entry, but Toni didn't care quickly sliding his manhood balls deep into this kid and still pulling him down as if to get even deeper, then slowing lifting him slightly and beginning to fuck upward into his guts. This was how he liked to lay pipe in a nigga, ruff and hard bustin bitch ass niggas guts. Meanwhile Wendell just keeps fucking his mouth the sound for slurping and sucking missed with a the new moan of pain or pleasure. Toni was shocked at how good this kats ass was, tight enough to make it worth having to lift him and just begin to fuck the dog shit out of him, he began to just gun his ass as he heard the base line of LL's "Rub My Back" start in the main room. Damn this was hot as he watched this kid just suck his boy's dick somewhat clueless to what was really going on, this was what they did, they found kats and twisted their heads till they would do whatever regardless. As Wendell normally pulled out signaling he was about to nut but not this time Wendell moaned as he unloaded load after load into Martices mouth choking him forcing him to swallow most of it then covering his face with the last of his hot milky seed. As Wendell walked away Toni just lifted Martice up and rolled him so he was laying on the couch still putting all his meat up in this fagots back. "Sippin somethin on the rocks I got a shorty that makes the bed hop I got plans to spoil you even though you sayin stop I'ma drop that phantom on you baby watch Roberto Cavali and the Denali, am I hot? Malibu Beaches and hydrofoil yachts Baddest Mercedes, Lorenzos, and silver fox I keep it flowin see we goin to the top I'ma get you everything, give a damn how much you tell me stop You want it hotter then we take it 'cross seas Party jumpin is bumpin, tokin somethin in Belize .. I know you want it sucka free Know you wantin to shine, even though you fightin me .. Take it easy player Talkin greasy player, know you can feel me player Uhh.. you put it down tight Yeah you not havin what you want don't even sound right" LL Cool J –Rub My Back Toni began to drive himself deeper and deeper into Martice, who could only put up so much of a fight and that seem to just turn him on more and more as he listened to the slapping of his nuts against this kats ass over and over again. Toni got off on the power of forcing kats to do what he wanted. Wendell just got off on dogging them and stealing their cash. So Toni shoved his dick deeper and deeper into this kid it got better and better, they had done this so much it seem to get easier and easier, a hunt here and there and these niggas where flocking to them, after a few special drinks to make sure they where in the right mind set, they could do with them as they pleased, and then the next day all they remember was how they had gotten fucked harder then they had ever been fucked. As he keep driving himself deeper and deeper he lost himself in the moment and became a monster and Martice tried to push him off and he just keep going, giving him what he know he wanted. It was so tight and rough the kid was loving it and as Wendell picked up his wallet T just keep going as the sound coming out of Martice seem to drive him crazy. Pocketing the twenties from his wallet Wendell looked trough a few more pics stopping on the one he know. As he looked over watching his boy trying to kill this kid he looked back to the picture, maybe they where family, he smiled to himself as he walked over leaning over to Toni and whispered to him. "That all you got this kat ain't even feeling you." And with that Toni seem to become something even worse then before. He just keep forcing himself all the way into Martice until he exploded sending his seed up into Martice. After pulling out he stood up, still dripping cum as he walked to his head and slide his dick right into Martices mouth. "Clean my shit off kat." He said with force as he leaned over putting it all the way into Martices mouth. [PreachTree Plaza Hotel] Dre sat just looking at Ja'don. How could this be, how could he be back here after so much had happen. On his way in Errol has tried to stop him but he had so many questions, and now even after hours of talking he didn't understand still how Ja'don had just left him that morning. Andre had been sleep and when he woke up Ja'don was gone, he had walked out on him leaving all his stuff to follow a dream. A dream that meant hiding who he was from the world. Ja'don was a gifted rapper, he had flow that people couldn't begin to understand, but there was no way he was going to build a career if kats know he was taking it up the ass every night from his boy, so he choose his career over Andre, and that had shattered Dre's world. After that he had never believed in love, well at least not till recently and even then only slightly. As Dre glanced over at the window and began to see the first rays of the sun he could only put his head in his hands. "Dre I said I love you." Ja'don said again. "Doesn't that mean anything to you." \ring\ Dre pulled out his cell the number wasn't one he know but he was sure it was Martice, how was he going to explain all this, "Yea baby I spent the night with my ex but nothing happened, I am sorry I didn't come home." he said to himself. "Hello." The voice wasn't Martices and as she introduced herself he was confused, and then with one line everything changes. "We have Martice Walker here and he listed you as his next of kin, we need you to come to Grady Medical you brother has been badly hurt." Dre's eyes filled with fear, what was going on, here he was with Ja'don saying he loved him and Martice was laying in a hospital hurt. To be continued...
HotLanta Ch. 05	16,323	4.66	228,566	[]	Here by My Side an Angel Here by My side the Devil Never turn your back on my Never turn your back on me again Here by my side it is Heaven. \-Matthew Good "Weapon" Hotlanta Chp. 5 All N A Second As he stood looking trough the glass at Martice, he could only pray he would get him back. It had been a week since he had shown any signs of responding and even that had been what the doctors called reflex movement. As he watched him, he still wondered what had happen. His message said he was meeting with a design customer, but his job said that meetings away from the store weren't allowed so they had no records of any meeting, The Doctors said there where signs of rape, and that made Dre angry, while part of him worried Martice had lied to him, he know he had no room to talk after all here he was the playing the role of Carnak, Prince of lies. During the day, here looking like the loving ever-present boyfriend, and at night, sharing his bed with whomever he felt would ease the pain. "How is he?" she asked as she touched his shoulder. Dre turned smiling to her. "The same," he said to Ms. Scott. They had not met the way he would have liked; honestly, their first meeting had been kinda rough. She had smacked him within moments of meeting him, but that had been about her pain over her son, who was laying in ICU while his boyfriend appeared to be there with another man. Dre later admitted he had that coming. "How are you?" "I'm fine Andre," she said simply touching her other hand to glass, her breath fogging the window slightly. They had not become friends in the past month. Honestly, they really did not know how to react to each other, to him she was nothing more then the "Pastor Wife." Unable to accept her son because of what she called a "lifestyle" and to her he was just the man who lured her baby away from everything his family stood for, yet here they stood together with their love for Martice there only common ground. Hotlanta: All in a Second By: Asynaka As the DJ played random song after random song, Jay was downing drink after drink, and he still did not feel any better, in fact he felt worse. Errol would pause ever now and again, "How are you feeling Jay?" he asked as he wiped out another glass, before filling it was SEX, a cheap knock off of that red bull energy drink lots of bars keep on tap and sitting it down in front of his friend. Errol as a bar tender was everyone's best friend and everyone's therapist, but to Jay he was as close to family as he had. Jay had come back to Hotlanta after being gone for a few years to focus on his career in a larger city. There he had done well, but in the end he had found this city was a black hole, and not the kind of black hole he want to bury his face in, but rather the kind you just can't get away from. "I am fine E, thanks; I think I need to dance," he replied but not really finishing it before his body was moving towards the floor. As he stepped out the music seem to reach farther back as the words of "If that's your Boyfriend" by Me'shell N'degeocello began to play. Jay simply closed his eyes and allowed himself to become loss in the music. As he expressed a slightly more fem side of himself since few wondered about him after watching him dance, not that he was a total girl, but he wasn't nearly as butch on the dance floor, he soon found someone's arm around him from behind, which was shocking in a way and felt good. As he slowly allowed himself to become one with the movements of this person he keep his eyes closed not wanting to see just what troll he had pulled off the wall. This guy could dance that was a plus but it was unlikely he was much of a look since those types seemed to only go fro guys like Errol's friend Dre, the cities biggest player. However Jay had to admit as he danced with this guy he pretended it was the kind of guy he never felt like he would pull, and before he knew it his mind rested on the idea of his ex. Suddenly his eyes opened and he stepped away turning to look at the guy as if he was expecting it to be him, well it wasn't. Before his was a slightly shorter guy who was maybe 5'8½", which was a good three inches next to Jay, but he was thick, this boy was put together like a shithouse. His hair was short and his smile, which the lights set off, was magic. Jay slowly got closer as the music changed and the he just keep dancing. As Jay came back into his arms, the stranger opened his eyes and suddenly Jay was lost. His eyes where hazel and they seemed to see Jay's inner soul, or at least looking into them made his hard as hell. "Mike," he said as he pulled Jay closer and keeps dancing. Jay was sure that Mike could feel his rock hard dick against his leg, but Mike did not seem to react he just keep dancing, and rubbing his body against Jay's. "I am Jay," he said still mostly lost that this person was grinding with him and that his dick was rock hard and that there was no way this person could not tell but this point. Jay just let his head rest on Mike's shoulder, fuck it he said to himself at this point he should just let it go, and for the first time in his life he did, it let it all go. There where flashes of heat which ran trough his body as their motion became less and less about the beat of the music and more and more about the warmth they both seem to be feeling down below. Slowly Mike leans his head into Jay and softly flicked his tongue across Jay's neck causing just the slightest jump in Jay, who seems to enjoy it all. As he worked his way back to Jays ear Mike clearly know what he was doing, he seemed to know all the right places to touch a guy to make him react, specially a guy like Jay, who didn't seem to know what it was like to be touched in these ways. As the pleasure of Mike's soft yet aggressive touch echoed up and down Jay's spine, he soon found his lips pressed up against Mikes, and with in seconds Mikes tongue slipped past his teeth and into his moth, his hands found their way to the sides of Jays head and in a second, everything changed. It took Jay a moment to push back from Mike and regain his senses. Mike who clearly wants more is confused as he opens his eyes looking at Jay. "So how much this going to cost me?" Jay said as if he was sure that was the game being run. Mike cocked his head back a bit. "You think I am a hustler?" he asked with a tone that gave away the insult he was feeling. "Aren't you?" Jay asked sensing he was wrong and feeling like a bit of an ass. "Hell no Kat!" as if the first time wasn't bad enough, but the fact this Kat didn't take hint from his reaction but to then keeping pushing the matter. "Look if that's what you're looking for I can roll." "No!" Jay said quickly trying to fix things, "It's just that I…" he paused he could explain, but that would seal the deal and this guy would be out. No one wanted a self-loathing queen. "Look I am sorry," He finished hoping it would be enough. Mike just stepped back. Jay could tell he had blown his chance here. "Look I got to roll, but maybe I can get your number" Mike asked. Jay had seen this before, this was the leave them with some hope routine. "Yeah, sure." Jay said pulling his card from his pocket and handing it to Mike. Dre was right, he was the kinda Kat who need that little bit of hope. "Hit me up sometime," he said as Mike just tossed his head before disappearing into the crowd. Jay was sure he would see him leave with another Kat in the next hour. As he turned and returned to the bar, he could see that the crew was here. Dre was here of course, even while he claimed to love that kid in the hospital he was going to fuck whoever he wanted here tonight. Then there was Errol's brother Ja'don, who was some sort of rapper on the DL, but anyone with eyes could see he was chasing Dre, and then there was Santiago the Rican thug who was the kind of guy you wanted but you know was trouble. "So what happen?" Dre asked clearly having watched the exchange between them. "I assumed he was a hustler." "He wasn't?" Ja'don asked. "No he wasn't." Jay replied as he sat on the stool, annoyed at the idea Ja'don had though the same thing he had, any guy that fine that bother to talk to him, must be trying to get paid. "So he was offended?" Dre asked as he finished his drink. The three shot glasses on the bar near him said he did not want to be out late. He was planning to get drunk have his pick of the guys and go home. "Yeah," Jay said as Santiago patting him on the shoulder. "Don't sweat it, you can do better." Dre just looked over to Santiago. Santiago was not what you expected for the most part he was 6'2" and nearly 205 with a 36-inch waist. He was Diesel as they called it in all the ways that mattered. He was a street type, one of the hard kinds and that bothered Dre. Santiago was not the type he normally dealt with on a friend level, but he was Ja'don's boy, likely, he was Ja'don's boy on the side and his hook up, but Dre had not pushed the issue. He and Ja'don had so much to clear up, but right now, he needed space, space from Ja'don and the pain. Looking back at the hospital, he wished he had said more, but honestly, there was not time he need to get back to his boy then. Downing his fourth shot he started out onto the floor, and never one to miss a step Ja'don was right behind him until he felt a hand on his wrist. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Santiago asked pulling Ja'don's tall thin frame into his arms. Ja'don enjoyed how possessive Santiago was, at least around Dre. "Let that motherfucker go, you ain't going." Ja'don didn't say a word, Errol was right Dre was in love and even though they had spent all night talking about how it wouldn't work and how he loved Martice, and then the phone call. Ja'don had gone with him to the Hospital still trying just a bit, but the arrival of that crazed black women had ended that. She had seen what his deal was and he slap seemed to have cleared Andre's head too, Ja'don would never admit how hurt he was when Andre had asked, well more like told him to leave. "You don't need that nigga, all you need is right here." he said sliding Ja'don's hand into his pants. Ja'don smiled thinking about what had happen last night and what would have to happen tonight. Santiago was right fuck Dre, he didn't need him after all. They did not say much to anyone as they started towards the door to leave. The two of them had spent the ride home getting high, and that always made Santiago horny. It had started this in the car and if it was not for the worry of cops they would have finished it there, lucky for them one of them had a little control. As they walk trough the door Santiago first, Ja'don reach out grabbing his shoulder and turned him then pushing him back against the wall just inside the door. The front door had not even closed when he began to kiss him softly at first and then biting his lower lip. His hands raised the throwback jersey Santiago had on along with the black wife beater. As Ja'don let his more aggressive side show Santiago just smiled, fuck Dre he had no clue what he had given up, Ja'don had cheese, was a freak, and know how to please his papi. No faster then the jersey hit the floor had Ja'don already begin to lick and suck at Santiago's neck. Slowly with tongue, working its way down his chest Ja'don loved the taste and scent f Santiago, first making his way to one of his lovers' nipples. His hand slipped into Santiago's pants and slowly he began to stroke the already rock hard dick found within. Santiago was fucking loving it, he know what this meant. While he was the boss between the two of them, it was good sometimes when Ja'don took charge and got things started. As the ripples of joy ran from end to end of Santiago's chest Ja'don keep stroking the manhood he couldn't wait to get into his mouth, was there a part of him who wished it was Dre, yea but Santiago know that and didn't care so this worked for them. As Santiago felt the first bit of cold breeze hit his dick, it made him even harder. Then as Ja'don took him into his mouth, damn near swallowing his manhood Santiago simply allowed his eyes to roll into the back of his head. This was just what he wanted, his boy on his knees slurping and sucking on his dick, then the popping sound as it come out and Ja'don took each nut into his mouth and sucked on them just soft enough to drive Santiago crazy. After a few minutes, the sound was too much and Santiago took charge. Grabbing Ja'don's head, Santiago stopped letting him come up as far and then pushing his head all the way down and holding it there. Ja'don begins to act as if he is swallowing and as his throat tightened around Santiago's 9.5-inch dick what was thick and more then most would try to take deep. Rolling his tongue Ja'don began to suck faster harder and to take it deeper and deeper; Soon Santiago turned forcing Ja'don head against the wall. The thumping sound as he fucked his mouth causing his head to hit the wall could be heard into the hall and after only a few minutes of that, he could not hold it back. His seed began to fill Ja'don's mouth. Santiago looked down and watched, as Ja'don swallowed not wasting any of his papi's seed. As Santiago looked up and over his shoulder, he noticed that they had drawn the eyes of the girl across the hall, Erica. She and Santiago had gotten down in the past, but she found out he had more of a thing for guys then her; she started to have a problem and he just dreaded her. Now here she was standing there watching as Ja'don got up and started towards the back. Santiago did not say anything to her as he stepped out of his pants and wagged his still rock hard dick slightly towards her. Looking towards where Ja'don had walked off to then back to her. He smiled walked to join Ja'don. Half way down the hall he could tell, she had gotten the idea as he heard the door close. As he enters the room, he noticed Ja'don begin to smile. It was not the kind of smile he normally did; this one was a little more evil or cocky. As Erica walked into the room already undoing her cloths, Santiago set at the foot of the bed. Ja'don walked over to Eric and began to undo the rest of her cloths. Santiago know Ja'don was not as into girls as he was, but Ja'don was into pleasing Santiago and that is what mattered here. Ja'don began to kiss Erica until she they both were on their knees in front of his king. Erica slowly began to jack Santiago's dick then finally she took it into her mouth. Her lips where wet, hell wetter then Ja'don's, and then she began to make the slurping and sucking sound it was heaven. Up and down, she took Santiago's dick as Ja'don moved behind her and played with his fingers in parts seldom touched by a gay man. Her eyes locked with Santiago as she slide her lips up and down sucking his dick from head to balls, but Santiago know that wasn't going to be enough. Suddenly as she sucked, there was a slight jump as she lifted up, his laugh to himself. Ja'don had slid up in her ass, and she was not sure what she had gotten herself into any more but it was too late. Ja'don put his hands of the back of her head pushing her head down and letting it back up quickly. He knew how Santiago liked his dick treated, and he was making sure it happens. Every now in again he would let her pull all the way back to moan or something and he would suck on it himself. After a little while, he finally began to stand with Erica never coming off his dick and without really giving her any warning or say so. She after all was just here to please Santiago to Ja'don, and he did not care about her it was all for papi. Santiago slide back as she climbed on to the bed Ja'don finally sliding out of her. Santiago lifted her onto his dick, which slide up into her wet pussy with ease now. This bitch was tight, and as he went balls deep in that pussy, she began to moan; Ja'don leaned back against the wall watching. He liked to watch bitches work Santiago's dick, and most of all he loved to watch papi put meat in bitched guts. She started off slow up and down, Santiago's head never coming out she began to roll her hips and moan even more. Santiago reached under her arms and grabbed her shoulders and began to forcing all of himself in and out of her. He started slowly and before long his pace got faster and faster. As she wrapped her legs around him as if she was just trying to stay on for the ride, her pussy began to make noises of its own, a sound that Santiago fuckin' loved so he began to hit it harder and harder. Rolling her onto her back, he began to drill her and she could not handle it, she began to try and crawl away but Santiago just keep drilling her pussy hitting its walls each time, damn she was tight as shit and now she was moaning like a cheap whore. Santiago inhaled just as Ja'don put his finger under his nose letting him smell the pussy he had played in earlier. That was it Santiago was gone. He began to fuck her harder and harder, the sound, the smell all of it making him drive his manhood deeper and deeper into her cavern until finally she clinches her legs and begins to just scream. She had cum and he roll off her knowing she was finished, she cannot take anymore, but he has just started. He raises his hand and he stands and points to the bed as Ja'don walks over and just lies down. Erica moves onto the floor still trying to catch her breath. Santiago just put a little lube on his finger and begins to work it into Ja'don's ass. Ja'don jumps just a little as he lifts up into the doggie position. Santiago stops finger him and put lube down his dick until the reaches the hairs. Santiago stand behind Ja'don grabbing him hips and without a moments warning rams all of himself deep in. Ja'don moans loudly as if the pain is too much, but Santiago knows better. As he begins to pull Ja'don back and forward Ja'don's ass seems to get tighter and tighter. Ja'don begins to throw it back and Santiago harder and harder rolling him hips up and down taking the entire iron rod inside of him. With a few movements Santiago, keep the pace as he turns Ja'don and sits on the bed. Ja'don is now ridding Santiago looking at Erica, who seems shocked to see someone take Santiago so well, but it is only from practice. Their first time Santiago broke Ja'don, and left him crying, but now Ja'don liked the pain of taking all of him man inside of him. Over and over, he rolled his hips moaning and calling out Papi to Santiago who just keep bangin' upward putting all his meat in Ja'don's back. Finally Santiago felt the wet lips of Erica begin to suck on his balls and eat his ass, as Ja'don went up and down on his rod, it had happen his fantasy had happened. Then suddenly Santiago gripped Ja'don pulling him all the way down onto himself and his seed exploded. As Santiago felt all his energy rushing into Ja'don he could hear Ja'don moaning too, looking to Erica whose face was now covered with Ja'don's own, Santiago know he had done what needed to be done. As Ja'don just sat there feeling all of Santiago inside him he turned him head to kiss Santiago who was sitting up behind him. It was soft. Erica seems to take the hint that she was done here and gathered her cloths. Normally they would have showered together but Ja'don wanted to wash Santiago this time. Wearing a long white shirt look some sort of slave Ja'don washed every inch of Santiago's body, some inches he personally licked clean, as if he where his personal slave. Ja'don enjoyed pleasing his king, and after a few minutes in the shower Ja'don was sure he was about to please his king again as Santiago simply pushed him down to him knees with his dick rock hard look right at him. Ja'don simply did what he knew he should, and began to suck. It had been hours and as the last person walked out Dre sat watching Errol his head still spinning from the music and the drinks. "Look as soon as Toni drops by I will drive your drunk ass home," Errol said to Dre sitting with a coke in front of him. Dre did not reply before the banging at the door began. As Errol opened the door in walked, a kat Dre had seen from time to time, but right now he just was not going to place the face. "Toni this is my boy Dre, excuse him he is fucked up." he said with a slightly more ghetto tone then normal. Toni just nodded to Dre. Dre glanced at the kat who was about 5'101/2" with a build that said he worked out a bit, he looked at Dre like he knows him, but it was only for a moment. Dre watched him as he went to the office, he must have business with E, and then it clicked he was the guy who owned 24/7, Yea he had seen him around from time to time, Martice talked about the design work he did for kat all the time. After a few moments they walked back Dre turned, "Yo," Toni and E paused, "You the kat from 24/7 right?" "Yeah," Toni replied extending his hand, "Have we met?" "Na, just shocked to see you're here, didn't know what kind place 24/7 was." Toni smiled stepping into that area that said he was flirting and not just being friendly. "Well how about you take this VIP pass," he reached into his pocket pulling the card. "Trade Party this weekend, all weekend VIP only." Dre took it his eyes flashing once he saw the design, "Where did you have these done?" "Kid I know does good work all around," he said with a hint of something more before dropping it as Dre's eyes meet his. Dre know the work it was Martice's and while he did not like the comment about his boyfriend, he assumed it was the liquor talking to him. "Stop in anytime," he finished before walking out of the door. Dre stood just as Errol reached out grabbing him. "I will take you home Dre, just let me close up." "I am good E." he said barely standing. Errol just did not let go. "Look!" he said looking Dre right in his eyes, "I don't have time to scrape you ass off 85 North, so such the fuck up and sit the fuck down, I been giving you room with your boy in the Hospital and all, but what the fuck have you done with it outside of fuck random kats and drink too much!" Dre could not say much. Errol just put his arms around him. "You're like family asshole; I can't just let you do this." Dre just stood there for a moment the hug reminding him that someone cared about him, for no other reason then they where his friend. "Okay, moments passed get off me." he said as E let go simply stepping back and looking at him for a moment. His head was still swimming he could not remember anything clearly. In his mind, he was screaming for them to stop but his body was not doing what he wanted. The physical pain was not the worse of it the emotional pain was far more. See gay or not Martice still view himself as all man and in his world, this did not happen to men, but now it was happening to him not once but over and over in his mind as he relived that night again and again. "Clean my shit off kat!" he remembered clearly, as he looked at Toni trough the haze that as his mind just before it was shoved in his mouth. He remembers that then the side of his face exploding, he was not sure what from, but the pain was unreal. He could tell there was a disagreement and he remembered Toni walking out, but thing after that where a mix and blur. There was no pleasure as he felt himself entered again forcefully. It felt like hours even if it had only been a few minutes or even seconds, it had changed everything, and then again, he felt that explosion this time in his chest. He remembered being drugged out and even being in his car, the worse of it he remembered being woken by a warm stream, and that was hours before he saw the red and blue lights. He had never been so happy to see the police. He remembered hearing Dre's voice, maybe yelling about wanting to see him, oh how he want to see him too, but he just could not open his eyes. He could also hear his mother, man was that a shocker. His stepfather had not take his coming out well at all and she was the perfect pastor's wife and stood by him rather then her son, her own blood. All he could think of if only he could open his eyes, if only he could lay in Dre's arms it would all be ok. They had stolen his manhood from him, with each trust, they had changed him, and all he wanted right now was to have his life back. She sat watching him; this was what she feared the most about his choice in lifestyles. Now her only child lay in a state between life and death and all she could do was sit here and pray that god gave him back. "Mom," a weak voice called. She looked up to him as tears poured form his eyes. "Mama," his weak voice called out to her as his hand rose as if by magic pulling her to her feet as she reached out grabbing it. "DOCTOR!" she screamed the beeping of the machines began to get louder and louder. "Baby you're okay! I love you!" she said to him kissing his forehead and holding onto his hand as if she was worried he would slip away form her again. The doctors flooded the room while a nurse took her into the hall. As she stood there watching from the window she was filled with hope. Reaching into her pocket she pulled her cell phone, no they weren't friends but this was a moment she need to share with someone she was beginning to understand loved her son, not like she did or in a way she could understand, but he did, and for this moment she would put everything aside and respect that. Damn this kid had a hot mouth as it went up and down his manhood. The look in his eye said he had no idea this was just something for a moment to Wendell. As he reached his hand down and began to play with this young Kat's ass, he could hear the moan. "Turn that shit around," he said to him. The kid did not pause, turning around and spreading his ass as he lowered his head to the floor. Wendell smiled as he slid off the couch to his knees; he was going to leave carpet burn on this bitches face as he plowed his ass. Without a moment pause and only a small amount of spit to lube the hole, he forced himself into the virgin ass in front of him. The rug dulled the scream of pain. "Calm down baby boy it always hurts the first time just take it easy." he said smiling to himself; damn he loved that scream. As he slowly worked his way in and out the pain did not get better for the kid, but that was not his problem he was just trying to get a nutt. After a minute or so, he returned to the aggressive trust that he enjoyed more and more. Thrusting himself deeper and deeper as he gripped his shoulders he worked trough the aggression he kept pinned up. "You're loving that dick ain't you bitch!" he said asked he keep going deeper and deeper, only the kid's moans acting as his reply. Wendell closed his eyes remember that night, payback was a bitch and after what that nigga Dre had done to him he had gotten the last laugh. Faster and harder he thrust until he exploded just as his phone began to ring. Still dripping he pulled out and reached for his phone, "What?" "We need to talk," Toni said from the other end. "You ain't done?" he said pulling the kid by the head toward his cock. As it entered his wet mouth the look was not like before, he understood his place now. As a slight moan exited Wendell, "Yeah, but I'm busy," he said. "Nigga finish whatever it is you're doing and get over here we got to talk about what happened." As if on queue, he reached down grabbing the back of the person's head and forced himself deeper into his mouth a second explosion of cum filling his mouth. Never hanging up the phone he stood zipped up his pants and started to the door. "Yo kat," the guy called out as Wendell paused looking back. "What about me?" "I let you clean my shit off didn't I, I should have been jacking your dick nigga." he said walking out of the door. "I'll be there."
Fran's Liberation Ch. 03	5,230	4.52	1,793,895	[ "masturbation", "exhibitionism", "voyuerism", "public nudity", "cmfn" ]	It was a warm spring day on the Peninsula. I wasn't used to the weather yet; the humidity was getting to me as I had just moved my kids and myself back to the Bay Area. While it wasn't into three digits, the heat along with the humidity was killing me. My sons were feeling it too. I was trying to find something that would make them happy and at the same time cool them off some. Hell, who am I kidding, I wanted to cool down also. I called my sister to see if she wanted to maybe go to one of the state parks. I thought that being in a redwood forest would be nice and at least a little cooler. As she had two sons also I believed it would be a good way for the cousins to have fun and for the adults to relax a bit. Kelly agreed with me and said she would meet us up there at one o'clock. Great. Outside, kids burning off energy, and an afternoon with breezes. I packed up a cooler for me and the boys and headed out to the park. While it is only about 15 miles away, it took some time to get there going over peaks on a two-lane road with everybody else who had the same idea. We soon arrived and set down our stuff to await my sister and her boys. Not twenty minutes had passed and my sister and her family arrived. While greeting everyone and making sure that the kids had water, I heard a familiar voice chirp up. "Well, you made it!" Fran announced as she and her children joined our group. I was shocked. I had seen Fran a couple times earlier in the year. Seen would be a gross understatement. We'd met the day I was burying my mother and ended up in each other's arms and each other's privates twice in two days. This woman had a firm hold on my imagination and my sex drive. Hell, we'd fucked each other in the entry to my house without even getting the door closed! I had to leave just after that to finish my enlistment and to move my family back. I had intended to call her in the next couple of days to see if she wanted to maybe go to dinner but I guess that plan was out the window. Fran saw my face and just started laughing. "Your sister called me and invited me and my kids along." she stated. We all had a laugh at my expense and proceeded to set up a picnic under the canopy of the trees. Needless to say, the second a blanket hit the ground, all the kids took off like a heard of banshees to go explore the woods. The adults sat and relaxed while sipping water and soft drinks. Gossip was exchanged and some playful bantering as everyone enjoyed to coolness of the forest. After an hour I felt the need to explore and see the forest. As I got up and announced that I would be back in about an hour my sister chimed in "Why don't you take Fran with you? It's better hiking with company and we can watch the kids after they exhaust themselves." Before I could even mutter a response Fran was at my side grabbing my arm to drag me into the forest. We walked along a path, enjoying the sight and smells that only you can find in the redwoods. My mind was relaxing with the atmosphere when Fran finally spoke up and exclaimed "Christ! I'm sweating to death here" "Oh, don't be a baby, it's not too hot here; it's only in the eighties." I said in full parent voice. "Easy for you, you're a guy! You can just take off your shirt if you start to sweat! I can't and I have to wear a bra too!" she retorted. I could hear her being a little pissed. While she had on only a t-shirt and cotton shorts it had started to cling to her as she perspired. I enjoyed her perspiring. The shirt was clinging just enough to give a nice view of her breasts. While not huge, the were perfect to me in her b cup bra and I had fond memories of nibbling and sucking on them only a few months ago. "Well, then take it off; I won't mind! Besides, I've seen them before and there is no one else around." Fran blushed immediately. I could see the conflict in her head as she weighed the relief from the heat versus being semi-nude in public. It was quite attractive as a matter of fact; that look of innocent embarrassment. She and I had already had sex on two occasions but I could see her bashfulness shine through. I knew she hadn't had much experience with sex before and definitely was raised in a very prude household. Taking matters into my own hands, I stepped behind Fran and swiftly pulled her t-shirt over her head and off her body. She quickly moved her hands to cover her bra and started to crouch down. I couldn't help myself; I started to laugh. "What's so funny?! Why are you laughing at me??" she said, tears forming in her eyes. My heart melted right there. To see tears on her face, in her gold and brown eyes, made me swiftly go over and hold her close. "I'm sorry. It was just the way you tried to make yourself invisible from eyes when there is no one within a mile of us now. I didn't mean to hurt you and I never will." I told her as I wiped the water away from her face. I leaned down and gently kissed her soft lips, drinking in the smell and touch of her as we embraced. As my face moved back from hers she asked "Are you sure? You will protect me? The only men I've been with have hurt me and just discarded me like I was a used toy. I've never had a man who would protect me." As she looked into my eyes I said "You have my word. Lets just take this one small step at a time. I'll just take this." My hands moved behind her to release her bra. "Let me show you that you can trust me. Show me your trust." I said as I backed away from her, bra in hand. Fran just stood there, trembling a little, blushing, staring into my eyes. Slowly she moved her arms to her sides, allowing the dappled light from the forest to highlight the rise and fall of her breasts. Her nipples, released from the trap of her bra, immediately hardened, standing out proudly from her areolas. The look of this woman, standing in the sunlight in a forest, with nothing more than a pair of shorts and hiking boots, was stunning. Her brown hair, falling in ringlets to her shoulders, set off against the alabaster of her skin, was a breathtaking sight. The look of innocence and trepidation mixed to an almost erotic sight of temptation. Her breathing increased a bit. I could see the thrill in being naked outside of her bedroom was starting to excite her. I watched her slightly trembling as she looked into my eyes, my very soul. Slowly she moved her hands to her shorts, slowly unbuttoning them, moving them and her panties off her hips, to let them fall down to the forest floor. She stood there, a Venus embodied, in just a pair of worn hiking boots. We stood there, looking into each other's eyes. It was almost as if a bond formed; her ability to allow herself to lose inhibition in the absolute trust that I would protect her. I could see the excitement of her being naked to the world overcome her fears. Her hands moved slightly to her pussy. It was already engorged with excitement as her fingers started to rub her folds and clit. Her fingers on her right hand played with her clit as her left moved inside her pussy, rubbing it and penetrating her sex. "You'll protect me; never let anyone harm me?" She asked, slightly breathless. "No one will ever do anything you don't want them to do as long as I breathe." I said, feeling the tightness in my groin as I watched this woman take the first steps towards her sexual liberation. "Any thing you want to do, I'll help you. Any fantasy you have, I'll help you. I'll never force you to do anything that you don't want to do yourself? Her fingers sped up, moving in and out of her pussy. I could see the visible wetness of her excitement on the first three fingers of her left hand as she fucked herself in front of me. Her fingers were inside of her to the third knuckle as she worked herself up to her first orgasm. It came quickly, proceeded by a muffled gasp, as she came to her own touch in front of me. Her body spasmed as wave after wave radiated out from her pussy to her body. Fran fell to her knees as the pleasure overwhelmed her muscles. As her orgasm subsided, she curled up on her side in a pool of light, her eyes rolled back into her head. I stood and just watched. It was the most erotic sight I had ever had. This somewhat reserved woman had allowed herself to be nude in public and then had masturbated in front of me while staring directly into my eyes. I vowed to myself not to lose this woman who could trust me so. After a few minutes, I helped Fran to her feet. She made no move to retrieve her clothing. She left them on the forest floor as if it didn't exist. As I saw that she was not trying to pick it up, I gathered it all in one arm and reached out my hand to her. "Shall we finish our hike?" I asked, as though there was nothing wrong with being naked here. She looked at me in the eyes and said "Yes, please, this is so much better with the breeze cooling me off." As we moved through the forest we held hands. On the occasion where the trail was only wide enough for one, I let her move in front, helping her over slight rises and helping me by allowing my hands to move to her back and ass to assist. Watching that ass was just the topping on the cake. It was perfect; small enough not to be fat but full enough that it didn't look like a boys. A few times I just kept my hand there as we walked side by side. Fran seemed to enjoy it and I admit I did. Twenty minutes later, about a mile and a half into the forest, we came upon a creek. The sounds of our approach must have been muted by the water flowing over rocks. As we crested the bank Fran stopped in her tracks. Twenty yards downstream, on a little natural beach, two women were engaged in oral sex. Right there for all the world to see. Both of them were in their middle twenties, a blonde and a brunette. By the sounds of the moaning, they both were good at using their tongues and were enjoying being licked. After a few seconds, I tore my eyes off that sight to look at Fran. I thought she would be panicking standing there nude in view of two women having sex. As I looked down at her face, I could see she was mesmerized. Her eyes were locked on in fascination. As she watched, her nipples hardened even more and her hands reflexively move to her pussy. In the course of five seconds, her clit blossomed to the touch of her hands and fluids ran down the inside of her thighs. Fran became aware of my looking at her and started to blush as she looked at me. Her hands kept touching herself while she looked up at me, almost as if asking if it was okay. I looked at her and nodded. She looked back at the women and her hands sped up as she watched sex live for the first time in her life. I sat down on the crest and pulled Fran down into my lap. As she relaxed back into me, I whispered into her ear "Is it that it's women?" She never broke her gaze away as she plunged her fingers in and out of herself. She slowly nodded all the while barely whimpering. I could tell her orgasm was not far away. "Is it that its in public?" Her fingers moved faster. The sounds of the movement with the lubrication increased as she became wetter and wetter. As I looked back towards the women on the beach, I saw now that the brunette had taken over and was holding the blondes face to her pussy with both hands. Her eyes though we not on her partner eating her; they had moved to look at Fran. This woman, this absolute stranger to both of us, was having her pussy licked and fingered while she watched Fran fuck herself. I could tell Fran had seen this also as her body tightened up more. Her excitement level was starting to peak as she saw that she was masturbating in front of a complete stranger. Fran was almost pushing her entire hand in her pussy she was so excited. I watched the brunette pull the blonde off of her and say something quietly and she gestured in our direction. The blonde rolled onto her left side and joined her partner in watching Fran get herself off. I whispered into Frans ear "They're both watching you. Watching you fuck yourself. They know you were doing this because they turned you on. Can you feel them watching? Would you like it if they came over her and helped you? Licked you? Fucked you?" That last word did it. Fran's body went rigid as her eyes rolled up. An animal screamed erupted from her throat as she came, wave after wave, I felt her muscles spasm up and down her body as I held her close. "That's right, let it go. Free yourself. Ride your wave" I said while holding her. I felt the juices of her pussy fall on my calf as she continued to cum. She finally went limp after about two minutes. I held Fran, slowly rocking her back and forth, and watched the two young women get up and make their way over to us. They stood there silently, arms around each other's waists, as Fran slowly came back to us. "I'm Krissy. This is Michele." said the brunette. Fran sat there, speechless, blushing, trying to cover herself. "Hi Krissy. This is Fran. I'm Jon. I think you just fulfilled a fantasy of hers. Thank you." I said. "Fran, that was the sexiest thing I've ever seen. If you ever want to join us, me and Michele would love to have you if just for one night." Krissy said. I could see the look of lust in her eyes and feel parts of Fran start to respond. Krissy pulled out a card from the fanny pack she had carried over. It was her business card. "Please call me if you want because we certainly want you." she said as she handed it to Fran. Both of them turned and made their way over to the other side of the creek, glancing back a few times to stare at Frans' naked body, and over a raise to drop out of sight, still nude. I watched Fran watch them. A subtle hint of predator in her eyes. "Why don't we head back to the picnic now. Our families are waiting and I don't think your pussy can take anymore." I said, helping Fran to her feet. We grabbed her clothes where I had dropped them Fran started to shake things out and was about to step into her panties when I asked "Was that something you had fantasized about? Being with another woman?? Or was it being naked in front of others that excited you so much?" As she worked her legs back into her clothes, she sounded almost embarrassed when she said "Both I think. I've never really done anything besides normal sex. You know, missionary??!! Your fingers in me in my laundry room was the first time anyone else had fucked me with their hand. That orgasm in your doorway was the first time I ever came while on top. I don't know what excites me because I've never been exposed to anything." "Well, I will help you if you want. I will let you find what you desire. I will protect you all the time. If you let me." I said as she put on her shirt. Fran raised herself up on her toes and kissed me passionately. "I will" she said. "Let's go find our families and later Ill make this up to you." We turned back towards the picnic area and walked back in silence, hand in hand. To Be Continued

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