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Steven Actually Meets Jennifer | 16,847 | 4.5 | 507,882 | [
"tease",
"video tape",
"humiliation",
"cocksucker"
] | The first conversations were very awkward. We both felt more anxious than the other felt we should. I enjoyed finally talking to Jennifer herself, but remained very unsure of what could happen. Eventually, our conversations ultimately turned back to some of the topics touched on before, domination and sex.
When she asked for honestly when we talked about what I would really be willing to do, I was not sure how to answer. The more I thought about it I concluded that I would probably actually let her fuck me and knew that if she took an aggressive stance with me and stroked her cock in front of me, my resistance would melt, I had gotten in too deep without even realizing it. The mental image of her standing over me - just as that of Kate before - caused my cock to twitch wherever I was.
We joked about basketball, talked about music and books, even bet on our home teams, and ultimately began to discuss our "meeting". The idea was to meet at a hotel, both blindfolded and experience each other as we were meant to, completely with wilful abandon until fully satiated. The idea begin to play into my daily life, but even so our more extreme fantasies were brought in. First by me, but Jennifer soon began to indicate she had thought about taking charge and that it was not an unappealing though having me serve her. I had no idea what limits she had crossed in her mind and where she had allowed herself to contemplate. She would take off her blindfold and tie me down even while I was left believing that she was still operating by feel and then tease me, stroke me and stop, make me beg to lick her and pull away even as I strained at the restraints even while video-taping me admit my secret desires and repeat the fantasies that we had spun together.
Then she would giggle - laugh really - and that made me lose it. I literally would tremble out of some perverse excitement and a shiver would shoot down my spine. Was it that she was enjoying herself, glorifying in her control, laughing at his desire or servitude, or a simple smugness of a sign of what was to come. I could never decide, but the effect remained implacable. Jennifer spoke of sharing the tape with others or coercing other actions by me in front of her friends or even exes of mine.
I was out of my mind and even tried to make an audio tape but the voices were too unclear. I finally pushed again to meet her, and this time she consented, knowing that I had given her more revelations about herself than I knew of. We agreed that we would play out our first thought and meet blindfolded and give into whatever carnal pleasures then moved us to let us move our skin together, mash our bodies into and against one another, to pleasure ourselves. I should have known better. Scared out of my mind, I went to the agreed upon hotel and took the elevator to the 7th floor where the room was.
Jennifer had arrived first and left a note on the door, along with a blindfold. I somehow knew everything might not go as planned and almost chickened out. I managed to calm myself and placed the blindfold on, turned from the door and knocked behind my back. The knocking seemed to echo and my heart picked up the harsh rhythm. I felt air at my back and a hand pulling me inside, somewhat grasping, but warm and soft to the feel. "Welcome," she whispered in my ear.
I could almost see her bite her lower lip, still unsure as to her next move. I slowly pulled her hand behind my back and her arms around me as my right hand moved up her side into her hair angling her face towards mine. I felt her soft lips on mine, slowly parting as her tongue move gently from her mouth against mine. I pushed back enjoying the simple feeling of her tongue filling my mouth as our lips remained locked.
I heard a soft moan as she pushed her hips into mine, immediately calling attention to my full erection. Her hands moved to my shoulders and eased me away from her. "Strip," she whispered again. I was, admittedly, in some type of fog and complied without hesitation or any reticence. My unequivocal compliance triggered something in her and I felt her reach out and grab my fully erect cock as I stood before her completely naked. As I felt her hand wrap around me, I suddenly felt the vulnerability of my situation and flushed deep red even as my cock bobbed in her hands.
I reached out to her and I felt her hands take mine and lead me towards the bed. I wondered, for a second, how she moved so smoothly. I panicked, wondering if she was cheating, not wearing any blindfold. She turned and I felt her sitting in front of me and then heard her slide backwards across the bed. Her hand was on the back of my head pulling my face between her legs. I felt the thin fabric of her skirt slide upwards and the smell of her filled me. The bridge of my nose came to rest on her aroused sex separated only by a thin layer of lace. I could feel her hair under her panties and basked in the heat that rose out of her as she slowly pushed her hips up letting me rub my face over her. My mouth opened and my tongue stood almost as hard as my cock trying to rend the her panties so as to taste her if only for a moment.
"You want me, don't you."
"Yes, Jennifer, very badly." I maintained some sense of the situation, but at that moment I knew that I need to taste her, to feel her legs spread before me, to let my tongue slide into her and pull out only to glide upwards between her slips, feeling the smooth soft skin pull back , allowing me to pleasure her while literally drinking her into me.
"Really?"
"Yes," I managed to gasp.
"Yes," she murmured. I do not know whether we had played out this scenarios too many times, whether the realization that I was kneeling naked and blindfolded in from of a woman I knew but had never met, or something else, but I was almost compelled to add, "Yes," again, followed by, "Mistress." That clear laugh peeled through the air and under my skin.
"Really," she repeated as if contemplating a whole new concept. "Come here," she beckoned as she pulled me onto the bed and pushed me onto my back straddling my chest.
"Tell me, Steven, do you want my panties off?"
"Yes, Jennifer."
"Yes what? You are going to have to be more explicit if you want to get what you want," she reprimanded sharply.
Her tone caused my chest to contract and impulsively I blurted, "Yes, mistress," again, "I would love you to take your panties off."
Not acknowledging any improvement, she bent over me so that I could feel her hair on my face and asked, "Would you put them on if I took them off?"
This was the first real test, but at this point I was into the role, even as I was realizing that maybe we were not playing roles anymore, but actually doing, being. The thought stayed with me and, rather than deflate me actually served to enhance her touch and my arousal. She moved off the bed, I tried to picture her fingers hooking under the edges of the panties, pulling them down off her waist, the crotch sticking slightly in a perfectly erotic manner with the wetness that already was between her legs before following the rest of the lace material to the floor.
"Lift" she commanded, and I obeyed. The fabric was indeed light as it slid up my legs. The top of the panties pushed backwards against my straining cock even a she pulled the thong up between my legs along the crack of my ass. Her fingers reached under the fabric to straighten it and barely brushed along my backside. I held my breath, She sensed this tension.
"That will come later," and then the penetrating giggle again. Jennifer was on top of me again, suddenly pulling my left hand over her then up to the head of the bed. Something cold hit my wrist and then a click and my arm was held suspended.
"I hope you don't mind, I have pictured this for some time."
"No," my words were caught, I had not expected to feel this vulnerable, exposed or aroused.
"I thought not," she gripped me hard pushing a small gasp from my mouth. "The reality is," she whispered, "I have thought more about what we have been speaking about than I have told you." I shivered even as I felt her warm breath on my neck. She leaned over to the night stand, and I heard a drawer open. Her right leg slid over my body and brushed against my hard cock as she slid to the edge of the bed. I felt her hair on my chest, then over my stomach and down further. I felt her breath now on the head of my cock. I thrust upward without thinking. She let her tongue run over the shaft and then rest on the head, teasing, refusing to let me move inside of her, and then she pulled away, leaving me straining into the air. Her lips pushed against mine, her tongue flashing into my mouth still warm from sucking me. She slid back on top of me resting herself against the head of my cock.
I moved up to her again, but she moved with me allowing just the head to part her lips but no more. I knew it would be easy to move inside her, she was already so wet. "This first time is for me. If you cum you will regret it." She push back onto me letting me drive up inside her. We fit perfectly and drove against each other almost frantically. She must have held herself on the verge of cumming while she had trussed me up, because after a few thrusts she grabbed the back of my head, shoved her tongue into my mouth and started to cum. I heard her breath grow short as she slammed onto me in almost staccato fashion drawing out an amazingly long orgasm considering the short time in which it came. She collapsed onto me breathing heavily, her soft breasts collapsing onto mine.
I shortly began to move my hips again, really feeling the need for some relief. As soon as my movements became somewhat more aggressive, Jennifer grabbed my right nipple hard and twisted. As I arched back, she moved forward straddling my chest again. "You'll cum when I say, not before. Understood?" I nodded dumbly.
"Tell me what you want, Steven," she demanded. "Tell me the truth, and I'll give you what you want."
I was swimming. We had played this game before, but never had I been actually out of any control, never so completely aroused.
"The truth about what," I managed.
"About what you want." I felt my blood pulse in every extremity. I could have counted the heartbeats through my toes. I grew even harder feeling her breath, smelling her and feeling her touch as the familiar words drove me on like some Pavlovian animal.
"I want to please you." Her laugh again. I would have done anything to feel her hand on me, but even as I acknowledged that, I felt a level of contentment in allowing this teasing to run through me building continuously.
"Oh god, I love that," I admitted.
"Do you really think that kind of bs answer will suffice?" her voice now a little clipped. "Well...I...."
"Don't tell me you came all this way to be tongue-tied. Don't you remember anything that you have told me before." I was unable to speak; horrified and unbelievably aroused by her voice. Mesmerized as to what she would say next, waiting to have fantasies thrust upon me, I almost held my breath. "Are you telling me that you don't want to suck my hard plastic dick, to have me fuck you as you admit what a complete cocksucker you are for me?"
I must have let out a huge breath and almost gasped as my head nodded seemingly on its own. She had never started so fast with me, and here I was blindfolded and handcuffed, but my cock only stood higher.
Only one response came to my mouth, "Yes mistress." The laugh again almost music. But with it he knew she was going to use me, and it terrified but thrilled me.
"Yes what cocksucker. Tell me what YOU want!" "I would do anything if you would get back on me and let me cum."
No response.
"Or even to touch me, stroke me, please."
No response, I could not believe I was begging for this already.
"Or let me do that."
Nothing. I blanched, getting the message, "You are right I would suck your dildo for you if you let me do that."
"For me? Oh, you are too much. Do I need to leave you like this so that you understand even the simplest instructions. Answer what I ask. I was pretty clear, What do you want and no cop out answers."
"I...I would love to suck your cock, mistress." She leaned back over the bed to the night stand for a moment and then slid back down so that my cock was flush against her ass running up to the small of her lower back.
"I am sorry, but I did not hear that, speak up."
"I would love to suck your cock, mistress."
"Really?" she sounded almost incredulous.
"What else do you want me to do with my hard plastic cock?"
"I..." a moment's hesitation.
"You are pathetic. If you don't admit what I know you want, I will just leave." I gulped as she started to slide off."
I blurted, "I have thought about you fucking me. The thought of that turns me on.
" She stopped moving.
"I would like..."
She started off again.
"I would love that." She stopped, hovering seemingly undecided. "To have you fuck me in the ass with your hard plastic cock." She slid back on. I felt somehow relieved, glad to have pleased her, not recognizing how easily she manipulated me without even a word. "Really...hmmm. Are you hard now thinking about that my little cock sucker?" Jennifer added a little sneer with that enjoying the fact that the term simultaneously embarrassed and aroused me.
"Put your right hand underneath you head and don't move it. Actually hold onto this." She handed me her blindfold. I had not thought about it specifically before. But the idea that she could see me straining, ridiculously hard, completed restrained caused me no little discomfort. She was dead on though when she added. "You certainly look aroused," and laughed again.
"So my little whore, what else would you like to do?"
"Anything you..." I began earnestly, but somehow rote.
"Don't say that unless you mean it! What if I told you that I wanted you to suck my strap-on in front of my friends and let one of them fuck you?"
"If that pleased you mistress."
"We are going backwards you little slut." She paused seeing the tremble in my lips that her comments provoked.
"You like being called my slut don't you...It turns you on," she observed almost pensively. "Yes."
"What, I could not hear you."
"Yes, it turns me on to hear you call me your slut."
"Why"
"I don't know...I guess it makes me think of what you might do to me."
"And what would you do for me you little whore. What would turn you on...to be my cocksucker," she offered.
"Yes."
"Say it then."
"Say what?"
"What you want."
"To be your cocksucker."
"I like that. Louder whore."
"I would like to be your little cocksucker, it would turn me on."
"Just mine or whoever I wanted?"
"Whoever."
"Really? Explain that to me slut."
"I would suck cock for you."
"What?"
Almost hypnotized, "I would suck cock for you."
"Again!"
"I would love to suck a hard cock for you mistress."
"And."
By now fully entranced, "It would turn me on to feel a hard cock in my mouth."
The laugh.
"Sorry, I could not quite hear that. Look at me and speak up." She had shifted her weight again.
"I would love to suck a hard cock for you mistress.
"Better, what else?"
"What would that feel like?" I wanted her to tell me to hear her description, her voice. But, even that was not allowed tonight.
"Why don't you tell me. You certainly have thought about it enough haven't you. You get off thinking about me letting a big cock be pushed through your lips, don't you? Admit it."
"Yes mistress."
"Yes what."
"I would love to feel a hard cock push through my lips. Its warmth filling my mouth, stretching my lips feeling its smooth head against my tongue."
"So, you have thought about sucking dick," she murmured.
"Yes mistress."
"And it makes you hard. As you clearly are now."
"Yes mistress."
"And you have jacked off thinking about sucking cock," she continued.
"Yes mistress."
"Yes what slut?"
"I have jacked off thinking about you making me suck a cock for you."
"Me making you?" She laughs, "Please, you don't need me to make you. You've thought about it on your own. In fact you think about a lot don't you?"
"Uh...Yes, Mistress."
"Faster slut. When was the first time. Don't lie."
"Probably when Kate first said she would like to see it, while another guy was pleasuring her."
"You would have done that for her."
"Honestly, I don't know."
"But you have thought about it, tell me!"
"Yes, I have thought about sucking cock."
"And you would have done it for her."
"Maybe." Even my inhibitions based on real life connections had faded. All the blood in my body seemed to be pushing through the thin lace seeking any possible relief.
"You actually wanted her to fuck you with her cock"
"Yes."
"Yes what, you little whore. You are bad. Tell me exactly what you are thinking."
"Yes, I would have let Kate fuck me with a strap-on if she had asked me again." Laughing, then thoughtfully, "You have jacked off to that thought haven't you."
"Yes mistress."
"You've jacked off to the thought of sucking a cock in front of her, haven't you."
"Yes."
"And the thought that she would lose respect for you and treat you like a toy after that turns you on even as it scares you doesn't it."
It was if I was under some spell, unbreakable. "Yes mistress."
"So now, what did you want to tell me, my little slut."
"That I have thought about sucking cock, that the thought turns me on and that I would love to suck a cock for you."
"And what would you do for me if I let you do that?"
"What?"
"Well you just said that you want to be my cocksucker and your dick apparently agrees with you," she stated as she squeezed my pulsing hard cock.
"So what would you be willing to do for me if I were to let you suck cock?" She had turned everything around, the extreme fantasy had moved to a new level, but it was still just words. Still my cock thrust into the air pushing the words from my mouth. My mind tried to move quick enough, what would I do?
"I would dress up as a woman for you and let one of your friends fuck me.
"One of my friends fuck you?"
"Yes mistress."
"Male or female?"
"Female."
"Not male?"
"If that is what you wanted," I heard another click even as I knew I was getting out of control.
"Tell me what you would do."
"Yes, I would let one of your male friends fuck me, if..."
She cut me off. "So you want a real hard cock up your ass you little slut."
"What I said was..."
"Did I ask what you said? I asked if you wanted a hard cock pumping you ass while I watched you little whore."
"I..."
"Would that turn you on, being fucked like a slut while I watched just waiting for him to pull out and cum all over your pretty little face."
"But..."
Her hand dropped back onto my cock caressing the head through the thin lace and then down to the base - squeezing my cock tightly - I could feel the cum start to move from my balls.
"Well" she now demanded.
"Yes," I admitted."
"Yes what?" she persisted.
"You are right it would turn me on to get fucked like a slut for you."
She managed to sound almost genuinely surprised, "Really...say that again."
"I would get fucked if you let me suck a cock."
"You want to get fucked from both ends, no?"
"Well, I..."
"Admit it!"
I struggled.
"It's okay," more gentle now, "it's just the two of us. I know."
"Yes."
Harsher, "You have thought about that, getting fucked in the mouth and from behind at the same time? Being on a cock spit. Completely used, Completely out of control."
"Yes mistress. I have though about being used by two guys for your amusement."
"Turn your head." She had placed a dildo by my face. I felt it run up my neck across my chin. I moved my head lower to place my lips around the head of it. "Very good, slut. Look at me and put that cock in you mouth. Tell me as you lick it that you would love to suck a real one, that is if you were not lying to me and you really want to." Another beep.
"Do you want to cum?"
"God, yes."
"If you keep sucking that cock, you can jack off as long as you answer my questions truthfully, understood."
"Yes mistress."
"Tell me what you think of when you have thought of yourself getting fucked." I could not believe that I was even going to respond.
I let my mind go blank, "...on all fours with one behind and another in front. My front hand together for support, feeling his cock slapping against my face, wanting it in my mouth." "Do you want him to tease you?"
"Yes mistress."
"It would turn you on to have to beg for his cock?" Admit it, you want to be my cocksucking slut!"
"Yes, mistress."
"Say it."
"I would love to be your cocksucking slut and feel a real cock in my mouth as another guy came on my face and another in my ass."
"That's three," she observed laughing. "You are a slut. This might be even easier than I thought."
I felt my face grow crimson as my cock pushed harder into her back. "Yes mistress." "When I let you cum, I want you telling me that you want a hard cock slapping on your face and begging to suck it even as another sprays all over you! After all you have jacked off to that thought before haven't you?"
"Yes, mistress. I have cum to the idea of being cum on."
"What else?" "I have actually cum on my face for you before." Why did I tell her that? "And." I did not know what to add.
"I thought of another guy cumming on me while I did that hoping it would turn you on." "Turn me on?"
"Yes...The thought of being cum on while you watched turns me on too."
"Cum on by who?"
"Several guys."
"Really?" How she was still playing the innocent...
"Yes, just like we have talked about before."Another beep.
"What's that," I finally asked, dreading the answer. "I am taping you," she said matter of factly. I somehow knew that, but had not done anything different throughout. I had needed to admit my thoughts to Jennifer. Still, I could not keep enough air in me to breath deeply.
"Are you serious?" I rasped.
"Of course you little slut, it was your idea, after all. You wanted me to didn't you?"
I remembered. "I..."
"Admit it. The idea turns you on knowing that I am recording you getting off telling me that you are my cocksucker."
"I would be your cocksucker."
"You already are. You have been my little cocksucker ever since we started talking. You would do anything I wanted. You just haven't gotten to act them out yet. I will be able to fix that." I started to tremble.
"But now my fantasies have become yours, haven't they? Well."
"Yes, it turns me on."
"I want you to prove it." I felt her undo my left arm. "If you want to prove that you want to please me, that you want to turn me on, that you could be my little cocksucking whore, when you hear the door close take off the blindfold and tell me as you look into the camera and jack off. When you cum, I want you to put it on my dildo and lick it off. Then leave the video downstairs for me to pick it up. Do you want to do this to please me?"
"Yes mistress."
I felt her slide off me and then the rustle of a dress being pulled on. "Be good and do what you are told and you will get what you want Steven." Her laugh reverberated within me as I heard the door of the room open and then close. I pulled off the blindfold saw two video cameras pointing at me. One was already off, and the cassette had been taken from it they other was still recording. Jennifer had left a note: "If you really want to prove something to me you will not cum yet but tell the cameras that you are saving it to cum on your face for my friends because you think that would please me (it would) and that you really want to get fucked by whoever I want to see you with in front of anyone I want - even Kate.. Also I left a pair of stockings that I want you to put on before you come downstairs. Actually why don't you put them on for the camera before getting dressed. Don't take off the thong. You next instruction will be given to you when you leave this tape down with the reception desk."
I was not sure I could look up. My cock was still rock hard. I heard her laugh again and shivered. I wanted to please her. "I have been hard for the past hour and am dying to cum, but I am not going to because I want to be sure to shoot a big load on my face in front of Jennifer and her friends to please her and so that I can imagine what it would feel like to be cum by a real cock....."
As the door closed behind me I felt the smooth nylon stocking rub against my jeans, and I realized that Jennifer had taken my bag and everything out of my pockets. I headed for the reception desk... |
Still Life | 19,901 | 4.63 | 539,950 | [
"ghost story",
"unrequited love",
"strange dreams",
"tragedy",
"obessesion",
"rough sex",
"satyr",
"creepy painting",
"sex in the dark",
"two different worlds"
] | Christine was having trouble deciding whether or not she was dreaming.
She was in a grassy field with no recollection of how she got there. The sky was going dark. She was, for some reason, dressed in nothing but a thin white gown that was almost transparent. An enormous willow tree drooped overhead. Nothing was familiar.
Yes, it must be a dream, she thought, but she still wasn't sure. Everything felt solid and tangible. She could hear her heartbeat. The air was so crisp that it stung her throat when she inhaled; had she ever noticed her breathing in a dream before?
Something rustled in the brush nearby.
"Hello?" she said. Her voice sounded strange. It was like an echo coming out of her own mouth. "Is someone there?"
More movement, but she saw nothing. She pressed her back against the trunk of the tree. It's all just a dream anyway, she thought. None of this can be real. I will wake up any minute.
The sound of approaching footsteps through the tall grass was unmistakable now. The sky was going dark, and something was getting closer, and it was just as she felt the touch of an unseen hand at her throat that the scream welled up inside of her, and-
\*\*\*
Christine woke to sheets tangled around her body and staleness in her mouth. It was hot. Everything was damp with sweat. She kicked her way out of bed and stuck her head out the window. Three stories below she saw the pavement baking.
She was sure she had been dreaming a moment ago, but now she couldn't remember anything about it. The clock told her it was ten thirty. She dressed without even knowing what she was putting on. Her mind was already on the thing that was waiting for her in the living room.
She had been up all night working on the painting. She felt a little thrill when she saw the canvas: the scene showed a pale, blonde, nymph-like woman in a barely-there gown, lying in a green field under a rather dreary willow tree. She reclined on her side, head propped on one hand, chin tilted down, all daintiness and gossamer fabric and flowing hair. She looked (or at least, Christine wanted her to look) carefree and distracted.
There was a second figure in the painting too, a lean but muscular man who was covered in shadows. He stood over the distracted nymph, apparently unseen, his posture hunched, one arm reaching toward her. His fingers were a few inches from her throat.
The idea for the painting had come to her out of nowhere six weeks ago. One second it hadn't been there and the next it just was. Dazed by the sudden inspiration, she'd wandered for hours until finding an art supply store, where she spent hundreds of dollars on brushes, paints, canvasses, and other essentials.
That very night she had drawn her concept sketch, and then made her first attempt at the real thing. Disliking the result, she had tried again the next day. Christine had painted the same scene over and over, day after day, for weeks, but it was never quite good enough. The rejected versions were stacked by the dozens all over her apartment.
She considered the new painting from every angle. It still wasn't right. She had fixed the problems with the woman's proportions, but she still didn't like her face, which didn't seem to express anything. And there was something off about the man too. He should be darker, to set him apart from the woman's paleness. And something about the way he was reaching out? Was he going to touch her or strangle her? She couldn't tell.
She frowned. The male figure had always made her uncomfortable. Sometimes she was afraid to turn her back on him.
This one was an improvement, she decided, but still not good enough. She'd have to start over. That would mean buying another canvas, and they were expensive, but if she just let the cable bill go for the month she could afford it. A few weeks without television would probably be good for her anyway.
Her phone beeped, telling her she was going to be late. She had cancelled all of her recent appointments to afford more time for painting, but there was still one meeting she couldn't miss, even now. Just try not to think about it she told herself as she grabbed her purse.
Just as she got to the front door, there was a knock, and she jumped. Settle down Christine, she thought.
"Who is it?" she said. No one answered. She fumbled with the knob. "I'm sorry, but you caught me just as I was leaving. Maybe we can-"
No one was there. She looked in both directions. No one in sight. She realized she was holding her breath and exhaled all at once.
She looked back into her apartment as she was closing the door. If something had been there, she thought, I would have let it in just now. Now I'm locking it inside. It will still be waiting for me when I get home.
Stop it, she thought. You're making yourself late. She put one foot in front of the other and resisted the urge to turn around. Instead she thought about the painting. The cool green field relaxed her almost immediately. Behind her eyes, it was perfect. She wanted to put that perfection onto the canvas. She wanted it so much she could hardly breathe.
Maybe tonight would be the night. Maybe tonight she would finally make it perfect. She would start as soon as she got back. She just had to do this one thing first.
\*\*\*
"No," said David. "Don't say it. Don't say 'I'm sorry I'm late.'"
Christine slid into the booth, where a cesar salad was already waiting for her.
"I'm-"
"A wonderful person without a thought in her head, yes, I know, which is why I've already ordered for you, and look, here it is. Wine?"
"It's not even noon?"
"That's why I'm drinking white. Is that blood on your sleeve?"
Christine looked down. "It's paint."
"Redoing the living room?"
"No," Christine said, poking at her salad. David looked tired, but David never exhibited the same marks of exhaustion that made other people unattractive when they became run down. It was one of the things about him that annoyed her the most.
"You look-" he started, and she jumped to cut him off.
"You look exhausted!" she said. "Is it the job?"
"Oh God!" He made a big gesture of putting his head in his hands, and she took a bite to disguise her smile. "It's slow death. I feel like I've been there for a million years."
"It's been three weeks."
David pantomimed stabbing himself with his fork. "Why am I doing this?"
"The money, I thought."
"Oh no, of course not, people who only do jobs for the money are sell outs. I'm doing this because I have an all-consuming love for patent law, right?"
Well it would be nice if you loved something, she thought, but chose to stuff her mouth full of croutons rather than say it. They lapsed into silence for a few seconds.
"I'm glad you came out," he said. "I've missed you."
"I've missed you too," she said, moderating her tone. "I was surprised when you called me."
"I don't know why. We agreed to be friends. Friends see each other, from time to time."
"Yes, but after last time-"
"Let's not talk about that."
More silence passed. Christine mentally composed dozens of statements about David, herself, and the general state of the world, then discarded each of them in favor of extending the silence.
David cleared his throat. "Okay Christine, you were late after you swore you never would be again, and that means it's time. It's time for the question."
"No!" Christine said, wincing as she swallowed.
"I'm sorry, but as per our agreement, you must hear me out."
"I never agreed to that!"
"I agreed for you."
"For the last time, I'm not interested."
"Troy is a great guy, I don't see why you won't at least meet him."
"Because I said no, I've said no repeatedly, and that's just the end of it. I don't see why you think this guy is SO right for me. Just because he's a doctor-"
"Intern. And he's thinking of quitting. That's all got nothing to do with why I want to fix you up."
"Non-doctor then. I think I can find a non-doctor on my own, if I wanted one."
"Christine, I worry about you. You haven't worked in six months, you haven't dated anyone in a year-"
"That's not true! I go on dates all the time."
"One night stands who you never see again."
"I'm playing the field. There's nothing wrong with that. You did," she said, sounding more hostile than she meant to let on.
"When was the last time you talked to someone other than me?"
Christine scowled. "I don't keep track. Correct me if I'm wrong David, but I thought you no longer had a controlling interest in my love life?"
"I'm not trying to control you, I just thought-"
"Well stop thinking."
"Christine, you don't-"
"Don't say that! Don't say 'You don't know what you want,' I hate it when you say that."
"Alright, fine, I'll drop it. So," he said, switching gears without a pause, "what is this about painting?"
Christine hesitated. Almost any change of topic would have been welcome, but somehow she didn't feel comfortable telling David about the painting.
"It's just something I'm doing," she said.
"Since when?"
"A while ago. I wanted to try it out."
"I didn't know you were interested in art."
"Maybe there are lots of things you don't know about me."
"I'm having trouble believing there's even this one."
Christine sighed and closed her eyes, and as soon as she did she saw it again: the grass, the tree, the woman, and the dark man. The scene fluttered in and out of view as fast as she blinked.
"You look like you have a headache," David said.
Christine opened her eyes. "I do, all of a sudden."
"Do you want something for it? I have-"
"No, it's okay. I'll do something about it when I get home." Christine's fingers curled around the brush she wasn't holding.
"You know who I heard from the other day? Trina. She's pregnant, apparently. Eight weeks along and due in August. You remember that guy Eric? He's the father. I thought we should all get together sometime."
Christine nodded, but she wasn't listening anymore. She was looking out the window, squinting against the bright light. There was a tree across the street, with a bent trunk. A willow tree? Had it always been there? She had never noticed it before.
"I have to go," she said.
"Now?" he looked down at his wrist for the watch he no longer ever wore, like he always did.
Christine stood, went for the door, remembered her purse, found it, then went for the door again. "It's this headache. I really have to go David, I'm sorry."
"It's okay," he stood as if to follow her, but stayed where he was. "If you want I can call later and-"
But she was already gone.
\*\*\*
She went straight to the art supply store, then home, and then she painted for eight hours straight.
Her fingers were sore from gripping the brush, and the chemical fumes had stung her eyes pink. Her back and knees ached from standing in one spot so long. She barely made it to the couch before passing out, and there she slept, curled into a ball, hands still spotted with paint. She closed her eyes and-
She was in a grassy field, under a willow tree. The breeze was mild, and she felt it tickle through the sheer fabric of her gown. She wondered, briefly, where she was, but soon stopped caring.
Something rustled in the brush nearby.
"Hello?" she said. She squinted, but it was too dark to see anything. "Is someone there?" Silence, then the sound of a branch breaking. "Hello?" she said, louder. "Please don't go. Who are you?"
She jumped when a voice came from only a few feet away, although she could see no one.
"I thought I'd frightened you," it said.
Christine spun around. "Only just now," she said.
"Not now. Last time." It was a man's voice, but it was soft and slightly hoarse.
"Last time? I don't remember-" she stopped in mid-sentence. "Wait...I remember. I felt something touch me?"
"I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to hurt you." The uncertainty in the voice almost made her laugh. Whoever he was, he sounded like a grade school boy asking a girl out on a date for the first time
"You didn't hurt me. I was just surprised. And I didn't know what was going on. And I still don't. Where are we?"
"We're dreaming," said the voice.
"I am?"
"We are, you and me both. I dream for you all the time."
"You dream about me?"
"Not about you. For you."
Christine frowned. "Where are you? Aren't you going to come out?"
"If you would like me to. But I warn you, you might find me..."
"Frightening?" she said, and laughed. "If it's all that bad, I can just wake up."
"As you wish," the voice said, and then someone was sitting just three feet away.
It was a man who was barely older than a boy, with a narrow face, large brown eyes, and long, unruly hair. His naked body was lean but muscular, and his complexion was a strange dark grey. When he shifted his position a little she saw that rather than feet, he had hooves.
He ducked his head, blushing. "I must look terribly ugly to you," he said.
Christine wasn't sure how to respond, but after a few seconds she came out with the truth:
"Not at all! I think you're beautiful. Strange, very strange, but beautiful. I just don't...that is to say, I'm not sure...what are you?"
"That is a very difficult question to answer," he said. "Just know that I am your most devoted servant, and that I've spent many, many years dreaming about the moment when we would finally be together."
Christine blushed. His words were halting, but there was an earnestness about his expression that made her believe them.
She touched his cheek with the tip of two fingers. She was amazed by how hot he felt, and by the rough texture of his skin. "Are you sure this is a dream?" she said. "It feels so real."
"Only in dreams do perfect moments like this happen. Only in a dream could I talk to you, or be touched by you. If this were real, you would hate me."
"I'm sure I wouldn't," she said, not moving her hand. "What's your name?"
"Komos."
"Well Komos, I don't know where you got that idea, but I'm sure I would never do any such thing."
"Ah, that's what they always say, in dreams."
Christine laughed. "This is a dream, isn't it? I keep forgetting.
"And if it's a dream, then...I suppose I can do anything I want." She cupped her hand against his cheek and, acting before she had even thought about it, she kissed him.
His lips were rough and coarse, and they were hot, so hot that she thought she might be burned. Rather than pull away, she pushed closer, turning her initial, hesitant kiss into a fuller, deeper one. The heat of his mouth made her lips tingle.
At first he was perfectly still, body rigid, and then he began to tremble. When she laced her fingers behind his head, running them through his long, luxurious hair, he sprang to life, wrapping his arms around her so tightly that she gasped. He was incredibly strong, and for a second she was afraid she would be crushed, but then she relaxed, realizing that he was not using enough force to actually hurt her.
The translucent gown she wore did very little to separate them. The contours of her body hugged his, breasts crushed against his chest as he pulled her into him. The surface of his skin was so hot that she began to sweat immediately. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her lips still pressed against his, her tongue nearly cutting itself on his sharp incisors when she slid it into his mouth.
He pressed his mouth to the side of her neck, rough lips massaging her soft, sensitive flesh a few seconds before his sharp teeth sank into her throat. She clung to him, head lolling to one side, eyes rolling as she moaned while the sharp edge of his tongue lapped at the bruised red mark his teeth had left behind.
It took all of her strength to push him away even for a second. His shyness and boyish hesitancy were gone, and it was all she could do to keep him at bay now. She smiled, then turned and, glancing at him over her shoulder, went down to all fours, arching her rear into the air and wiggling her hips back and forth.
The sharp point of one his nails pressed between her shoulder blades. His fingertip traced along the curve of her spine, shredding the flimsy fabric of her gown until it slipped away and off, leaving her naked and trembling in the tall grass.
She gasped when his hands took her hips, dragging her an inch or two back toward him. He leaned over, kissing the nape of her neck, burning lips gliding over her bare shoulders, sharp edges of his tongue and teeth pricking her naked flesh. She ached whenever he pushed against her.
His hands slid down the sides of her body and up to cup her breasts as they swung underneath her with the rhythm of her squirming, gyrating hips. He squeezed, once, and her knees went weak. Pinching pressure on her swollen nipples made her head swim, and she bit her lower lip in an increasingly futile bid not to cry out.
She wanted to direct him, but didn't dare. She heard his hungry panting as his hands wandered across the curves of her body, seemingly testing how much she could take. He was as hot as a furnace now and she thought she might catch fire under his touch.
There was a throbbing ache at the center of her and a wetness between her thighs that he couldn't possibly miss. Ever other second she let out a tiny, panting gasp as he continued to fondle her. After a few helpless, panting minutes never being able to form a word, she finally managed to push out in a single, breathless exhalation:
"Please..."
Then he took hold of her, one hand on her hip and the other gripping the hair at the back of her head, pulling so hard that she screamed and then screamed again as he entered her and then began to thrust violently, almost painfully against her sex.
It was impossible to measure the passage of time in a dream. Minute, hours, days, Christine had no way of knowing how long this went on, her body bowed underneath his, the steady, mechanical, pumping rhythm of his cock rocking her back and forth, over and over again. She imagined that, in reality, they would both have passed out from exhaustion long ago, but here there was no limit.
Untethered from the world, Christine was plunged into an ocean with no bottom. Komos was a raw, raging torrent pouring himself into her. She shook, gasped, moaned, screamed, panted, clawed, swore, sweated, bit, writhed, and ached to the cues he provided. He held her hand, pushed her over the edge, and then caught her, just barely, before she struck bottom. She forgot everything except bliss.
After, he lay with his head in her lap as she ran her fingers through his hair.
"Komos?" she whispered.
"Yes?"
"Is this really just a dream?"
"Yes."
"Are you real?"
"In some ways."
"I wish I could be with you when I was awake."
"You can."
She blinked. "How?"
"I'll come for you when you're finished."
"Finished?"
"When you're finished calling for me."
"I don't understand?"
He rolled over to face her. "You will." Then he was gone, vanished right out from under her.
"Komos?" she said, standing. "Where did you go?" There was no answer. The wind was blowing harder now, and it had grown cold. The boughs of the tree leaned in the dark. A few drops of icy rain spattered her bare skin. And then-
\*\*\*
It was the pain in her hands that woke Christine up. In the dull, fumbling state just after waking, she couldn't place what was wrong. Then she realized that in her sleep she had balled her hands into fists in her sleep, and her nails had dug crescent-shaped gouges in her palms.
She was stiff from spending all night slumped on the couch. The flotsam of a particularly vivid dream floated across her mind, then disappeared. She sleepwalked to the kitchen. It was a sweltering day again, so she decided to forgo hot coffee in favor of the cold pot left over from last night. Her stomach growled and she realized that she hadn't eaten anything since the salad at lunch yesterday. In fact, she wasn't sure if there was even any food in the house?
But then she saw the painting and forgot about everything else.
It was almost perfect this time: the glade looked fresh and alive, the sky was the faintest shade of blue, streaked with orange, and the reclining nymph now appeared suitably enchanted by her surroundings, lost in her own little world. The shadow man was a shadow no longer, now solid and real. His hunched pose as he reached toward the nymph reminded Christine of the leering gargoyles in old churches.
By some trick of the light, the shadow man's chest appeared to rise and fall with heavy breaths. She was sure that if she touched it the canvas would feel warm, like the body of an animal. She put her hand out...
A knock on her door broke the spell. She jerked her hand back. For some reason, her heart was pounding in her chest. If she had touched it...
A knock again, louder. "Just a minute!" she called.
She was being silly, of course, and letting her imagination run away with her again. The painting wasn't even that good, she decided. Better than the last, better than an amateur like her had any right to expect, but still not good enough. She had another canvas, she would work on it tonight.
She needed more paint, she decided, as she made her way to the door. Her palette wasn't wide enough, that was the problem. The scene itself was finally right, but the colors were off. If she could just get the color right, it would be perfect.
Impatient knocking for a third time, and Christine bellowed "Hold on!" just as her hand closed around the knob.
The door swung open onto an empty hallway.
She peered out in both directions. No one in sight. "Hello?" she said, and her echo chased itself down the hall.
Just as she was turning back, something caught her eye; on the carpet, just outside the door, a black mark she didn't remember ever seeing before. She got down on her knees to look at it. It was a splotch of black paint, in the shape of an oval.
No, not an oval, she realized. She leaned in even closer, scrutinizing it from a few inches away.
It was a hoof print.
\*\*\*
In her rush to the get to the art store she had forgotten her phone. The message alert greeted her when she got back in.
There were two voicemails, the first from David:
"Hi, I just wanted to let you know I'll be at the office until five, you can call me here if you want to yell at me."
She frowned. Then the second message played:
"Uh, hi, Christine, my name is Troy Owens, I'm a friend of David's. This is a little awkward because I don't usually do this kind of thing, but David told me all about you and, well, he thinks we'd really hit it off..."
That was all she heard before the droning pulse of her own anger drowned out everything. Her hand shook as she dialed David's office. He answered in the middle of the first ring.
"No, this is not because I feel guilty," he said.
She was momentarily stunned, and in the face of her silence he kept talking.
"That's what you were going to ask, right? Am I trying to play matchmaker because I feel guilty about our breakup? Well no, I'm not."
"You asshole!"
"I knew you'd be angry, but I thought this was the only way to give you the push out the door that you needed. You never know what you want, Christine."
"You UNBELIEVABLE asshole, how dare you?"
He didn't seem to hear her. "I'm not going to lie Christine, I'm worried about you. You're in danger of becoming a shut-in. And, honestly, Troy is a great guy, but he needs someone to shake him out of his rut too. I saw the both of you and I thought how much you'd both enjoy meeting, so if I have to take a more active hand in getting you together then that's what I'll-"
"Shut up! You had absolutely no right to go and do that after I repeatedly told you not to! For you to sit there and give me this smug, condescending bullshit about knowing what's best for me when you didn't give a damn what was best for me ever, EVER the entire time we were dating is just so...so...YOU!"
David sighed. "You have to get over me sooner or later Christine."
The phone landed somewhere near the bathroom door.
Christine stuck her head out the window, taking deep breaths to avoid bursting into tears. She hated him. She hated the sound of his voice, she hated his smug face, she hated the worn-out shoes that he always wore and the fact that he put honey in his coffee and-
The phone rang again.
"You are STILL an asshole!" she screamed into the receiver.
"Um, hello?"
Another declaration of "asshole" died at the back of her throat.
"Hello, is this Christine?"
She swallowed hard. "Yes. Yes! I am so, so sorry about that, I thought you were-"
"Yes, I know who you thought I was, I was just telling him that same thing myself. This is Troy Owens again, I just got done talking to David. I'm calling to apologize, I had no idea that he had given me your number without your permission."
Christine took a few more deep breaths.. "It's alright. I mean, I know it wasn't your fault. David can be so pushy when he thinks he's right, and you just got caught in the middle of it."
Troy sighed, and although she had no idea what he looked like, she could picture his long-suffering expression. "Yeah, I know it. He's been pushing me about this for weeks, and I kept telling him I wasn't really interested-"
"Me too!"
"I mean, nothing personal, it's not about you, I don't even know you. I mean, that's the point of course, but-"
"No no, I completely understand."
"I finally gave in just to get him off my back. Not that I'm saying that dating you is only preferable to constant harassment."
"If you were to say that, I'd probably agree. David would definitely agree."
There they both tried to decide if it was acceptable to laugh. It was.
"Wow," he said, "so neither of us wanted anything to do with each other?"
"Not a thing. I won't be offended if you aren't."
"What if I am?"
"That's okay, I reserve the right to be a little offended even when I say I'm not. Woman's prerogative."
"I think I want to go back to the harassment."
"Too late, you already made the call."
"I'm being punished for one mistake?"
"Two mistakes. You called me back. You're calling me back right now. This is the call."
"Ah yes, the old two strikes law, I think my parents used to use that one."
"I know, I called them and asked." Christine frowned. She should not be talking to him like this.
"Called my parents before we'd even talked huh?"
"I was checking if you were good stalking material. Afraid you didn't make the cut."
"There's some sort of tailoring pun to be made here about cutting 'stocking material', but my better instincts tell me to avoid it."
"That sounds like the first time today that your better instincts have worked out." She realized she was smiling and scolded herself.
Another pause. They both tried to talk at once, then she let him go ahead:
"Of course," he said, "If we were ever to meet up, even once, it would validate all of David's unethical methods."
"Yes, I suppose it would."
"So even if it seemed like a good idea, we could never do it."
"Nope. We'd never hear the end of it."
"Right. Kind of a shame though."
"David really knows how to spoil a good thing." She was counting down silently in her head.
"He does. Of course," she could almost hear him summoning up his courage, "if we were to meet and then hate each other, that would be the ultimate repudiation."
"It would, wouldn't it?"
"Because then everything he did would have been for nothing."
"And he would realize once and for all that he doesn't know us as well as he thinks he does."
"Right. Almost sounds like a plan, doesn't it?"
"It does."
"So it's agreed, we'll meet up once, just long enough to realize how bad we are for each other, and then we'll never speak to each other or to David again."
"Except to harass him about how bad we got along."
"Right, except for that."
"And it will be entirely about petty, passive-aggressive revenge, right? Nothing more than that."
"Nope, nope," he said. "That's all there is to it."
"Well good."
"Do we have time to hate each other tonight?"
She looked at the bag of paints and the easel in the next room. "Well, I had plans, sort of...but I can cancel them."
"Why don't I call around and make some reservations? That way you'll at least get a decent meal out of this tragic, ill-fated meeting."
"My, how considerate. It's a shame we're not going to hit it off at all."
"Well, we can't. It's a matter of principle."
"That's right," she said. "I almost forgot. Principles are important, of course."
\*\*\*
"Help me unzip this," Christine said, pulling Troy's hands around her waist to the zipper on the back of her dress. She stood on the tips of her toes so that her mouth could reach his neck. He must have shaved in a hurry, because tiny, coarse bristles tickled her lips when she kissed him.
She exhaled in relief as the tight dress loosened and slid halfway down. "It'd be a shame if you really quit the hospital," she said. "You have a surgeon's hands."
The tips of his fingers grazed the bare part of her back. "I'm not that kind of doctor," he said.
"You're not any kind of doctor from what I hear, but don't spoil my happy illusions. She leaned up even higher, trying to kiss his earlobe.
For the record, she thought as she kissed him again and they both tumbled onto the bed, I am only doing this to get back at my ex. It's not because I have any sort of genuine interest in this man at all. If I did, then I would probably never live it down. So instead, as far as the official story goes, this is about me using him to work out my anger at a third party. Anything else you might hear is malicious slander.
Christine sat up just enough to wriggle out of her dress, then kicked it to the floor. Stripped down to bra and panties, she sat on the edge of the mattress, fumbling in the dark with Troy's belt. He tried to help and she batted his hands away playfully.
There was a satisfying click when it gave way, and she pulled it off in one motion. She heard him grunt and realized she must have given him some friction burn when she did. Oh well, she thought, I'm sure I'm about to make up for it.
"You like to take it fast," he said as she tugged his pants down his hips.
"Keep up," she replied, leaning forward and, using her hands to guide in the dark, pressed her mouth to the tip of his cock. Spreading her lips, she kissed it wetly just below the head, extending the tip of her tongue and tracing a tiny, close circle along the shaft. She heard him swallow whatever he was about to say.
She continued to tease him, licking her lips to wet them and then trailing open-mouthed kisses down his cock, stopping at the base and then tracing all the way back up with the tip of her tongue. She completed this circuit three or four times, listening for that distinct change in the pitch of his breathing that let her know when he was on edge. When she finally heard it, she responded by swallowing the head into her mouth, sliding her lips down and around it, then pursing them tightly. His shudder was extremely gratifying.
Christine wrapped her arms around his legs, tickling the backs of his calves as she swirled her tongue around and around the head. She tasted a stray drop and opened her mouth wider, sliding down him, letting him feel the hot, wet, soft touch of her lips gliding over one inch at a time. She stopped halfway and bobbed her head, swallowing, and his hips bucked a little, almost on command. She liked that he was responsive. It invested her with an urge to toy with him.
For a long time she continued to provoke him by never taking the full length into her mouth, always stopping just halfway down and tickling his shaft with her tongue, pursing her lips to make an obscene but gratifying sucking noise. In the dark she could hear the faint sound of his hands knotting the sheets. Come on Troy, she thought, just show a little initiative and it'll pay off...
Deciding he needed a bit more motivation, she cupped his balls in her hand and gave a gentle squeeze at the same time she ran her tongue around the rim of his cock. This finally elicited the reaction she wanted; Troy tangled his fingers in her hair and pushed down once, hard, at the same time that he thrust with his hips. Good boy, she thought, opening wide and taking him all the way in, gagging slightly as he came to the entrance of her throat.
Now she let him set the pace, responding to the touch of his hand on the back of her head and the increasingly needful, rhythmic thrusting of his hips. She adjusted the pressure of her lips, gently gliding across the sensitive skin of his shaft. She tasted a hot, sticky dribble on her tongue, and decided it was time to move to the next step.
Pushing away, she slid further back onto the bed, the springs groaning under her, pulling him along, so that he almost fell down in the dark. They lay in a tangle, her limbs twined around his, her lips seeking and finding the ridge of his ear, kissing, then whispering:
"Well come on; show me what you have for me..."
He didn't respond for a few seconds, and at first she worried she might have miscalculated. Then, in one motion, his right hand pulled her head back by the hair so hard that her back arched, just as his left hand grabbed a fistful of her panties and pushed them aside.
All at once he was on her, pinning her, and then inside of her, the hot, tight confines of her cunt accepting him. She gasped, shocked at the sudden, violent force of it, but before she had time to recover he was moving again, thrusting up into her, rocking back and forth.
She purred: "Mmmmm. Good Troy. Just like that..."
Later, she half-dozed naked in his arms, and when he switched the lamp on she felt warm and satisfied at the sight of his boyish face and blue eyes.
They lay and talked for another hour, her head on his chest, then he had to leave for an early shift at the hospital. She promised she would call him and realized that unlike all the other men she had said that to that this time she probably would.
She was still smiling when she opened her front door, but the smile soon collapsed into a scowl. She hadn't realized how dreary this place had become, or how stuffy it felt. And it was a mess! Boxes and bags and art supplies everywhere!
She looked at the painting as she went by, and tsked. How could she have spent so much time on something so ugly, she wondered. She particularly disliked the shadowy man's face now.
I guess I'm just not meant to be an artist, she thought, setting the canvas aside and collapsing the easel. What on earth am I going to do with all this? Throw it out, she supposed.
She'd worry about it tomorrow. It was nearly five AM now. She had just barely enough time to undress and land on the mattress before sleep caught up with her, and then-
Drops of icy rain fell on her through the boughs of the tree. She huddled underneath it, and heard Komos' voice mixed with the wind.
"You've been with someone else."
She blinked, looking around for him. "Komos? Where did you go?"
"Where have you been?"
"I don't know what you mean! I was right here, and then you were gone, and then-" she stopped. She was dreaming again, she realized. What had she done while she was awake to make him sound so angry? And how did he know?
"Who is he?" Komos' voice was vacant, like someone who has been so angry for so long that he can't summon up the effort anymore.
Christine leaned against the tree trunk. "I don't know," she said. "What does it matter anyway? This is just a dream."
There was silence for a while. Then: "Just a dream?"
"Wait, I didn't mean it like that. All I meant was-"
"Just a dream. Fine. Then we'll see exactly what a dream can do."
And then he was gone, and she was alone, in the dark and the rain.
\*\*\*
She woke to pounding on her door.
"Not this again!"
She dressed in a hurry, bare feet kicking through the disaster area in her living room. Heads would roll if she ever found out who was doing this every morning (or afternoon, according to the clock?). She flung the door open, expecting to find the usual empty hallway, and nearly fainted when instead there were two strange men on her doorstep.
The oldest of the unfamiliar pair held something up to her face. It was a badge.
"Miss," he said. "We'd like to have a word with you."
Am I still dreaming, she wondered. Out loud she said: "What is this about, exactly?"
"This is about Troy Owens and David Sanderson. If you haven't heard already, then I think maybe you ought to sit down."
For the next fifteen minutes she let their words wash over her, seemingly disconnected sentences and phrases drifting by, occasionally breaking through the fog of shock:
"...both found dead between the hours of five AM and six AM..."
"...separate incidents, but we have reason to believe they're related..."
"...apparently you were one of the last people to speak with both victims..."
"...friends say that David was upset over a fight the two of you had yesterday..."
"...doesn't look like a break-in. In fact, it looks like they both just opened the door for their attacker..."
"...blunt-force trauma to the head. We'll spare you the details, but suffice to say..."
"...I'll be frank, I've seen a lot of murders, but never anything like this. There was... an unusual amount of force used. A very unusual amount of force..."
"...if you can remember anything either of them said that might give us an idea why someone would do this..."
"...we realize how you must feel right now, but the early stages of an investigation are the most important. If you can remember anything, anything at all..."
Christine said nothing until the detectives were getting ready to leave.
"We can see that you're not in any condition for this right now," one of them said. "And that's understandable. We'll come back. In the meantime, if there's anything you want to tell us-"
"Did you find any kind of mark on the floor?" she asked, the first words she had spoken in some time. "Something like this?"
She traced a hoof print in the dust on the coffee table. Neither detective answered, but the look that passed between them told her what she needed to know. The younger one (she had forgotten their names already) appeared particularly troubled.
"Why do you ask?" he said.
"I found a mark like that painted on the floor outside my door yesterday. You walked right by it when you came in."
They both sat back down.
"We can't give out specific information about the crime scenes," said the older one, "but, hypothetically, do you think that this mark might be a message or a threat of some kind? Do you have any idea who might have put it there?"
Christine tried to answer, but instead she started crying. She cried and cried and every time she tried to talk she only cried more, because all at once she was remembering things that had been said to her in dreams.
The detectives told her they would be back, and that there would be officers watching her apartment tonight. They were sure she wasn't in any danger, they said, but it was a basic precautionary measure. They told her they were sorry about what had happened. Christine could read the looks that passed between them, the ones that said: Well, if she's dead by tomorrow, that means she didn't do it.
She locked the door as soon as they were gone, and then she sat, and thought. She remembered something now, something that someone told her in a dream:
"I'll come for you when you're finished calling for me."
And then she knew what to do.
Christine set up the easel. She gathered up the supplies she had bought the previous day, and the one blank canvas she had left. Her fingers were still bruised and calloused from all the hours spent with a brush in hand, but she picked one up anyway and, careful not to think about what she was about to do, she started to paint.
It took her all day, but when she finished, it was perfect.
As it grew dark outside, she went to the closet and took the box down from the top shelf, the one her father had insisted that she take when she moved to this neighborhood. For emergencies, he said. Then she sat, staring at the painting, drinking wine, and waiting.
At midnight, there came a knock on her door. She heard something scraping against the floor outside. As she reached for the knob with one hand, she gripped the gun in the other. The hinges squealed.
"Hello?" she said.
There was a dark shape on the threshold. It stirred. "Christine. You finished it. You called me."
Her heart battered the inside of her chest. "Yes," she said. "I did." She kept the hand with the gun hidden behind the door.
"I knew you would," said the shape. "Now we can be together, forever."
Fear sweat broke out over her body. Her voice quivered when she spoke: "What do you mean?"
"I'll take you away from here, and after you're gone people will find your beautiful painting, and they'll put it on display, and it will be us, we two, together forever, in that perfect scene that you made, just like in our dreams. It'll be like you always wanted."
She took two steps forward, but kept the doorway between them. "Is that what I wanted?"
"Yes. It's why I chose you."
Fresh tears blurred Christine's vision.
"You know," she said, "a man I used to love always told me that I never know what I want."
And then she pointed the gun at the shadows, and pulled the trigger. |
Stella: The Play Act I | 18,752 | 4.54 | 120,616 | [
"stella told",
"nelly",
"male ass",
"stella",
"huge erection",
"pay attention",
"back place",
"male"
] | ***CAST OF CHARACTERS**
**Stella:** Young, just turned 19; very tall and skinny; small, tight breasts, eagerly enthusiastic to learn all there is to know.
**Nelly:** Stella's boss at work and occasional lover; far more experienced in all aspects of bisexual pleasures; mature and slightly out of shape, yet still retaining that certain edge of youthful beauty and playfulness.
**The male***
*Stella:*"You got this for me?"
*Nelly:*"All for you, sweetie."
*Stella looks him over from head to toe:* "He is so tall and so strong and so handsome."
*The Sunday afternoon before, as Stella and Nelly lay in bed, lazily masturbating, laughing and chatting, kissing slowly and just plain being frisky, Nelly asked Stella what she wanted for her birthday. Stella, giggling like a little girl, said she wanted a huge present. Something she could play with but at the same time, "educational". Nelly made the first part of the dream come true. Now comes the educational part.*
*Stella looking all over the male sees the erection throbbing wildly.* "It is so enormously huge; so long and so very thick. Are you sure this is going to fit?"
*Nelly (laughing):*"Of course it will, baby cakes! You will need to open up wide. And make sure you are wet when it comes close; that will help a lot."
*Stella:*"I *already* am very wet!"
*Nelly:*"You are?"
*Stella:*"Yes. Taste me?"
*Nelly:*"Later. We have a lot to do."
*Stella:* "What should I start to do?"
*Nelly:*"Fondle his testicles in your hands."
*Stella:* "That seems fun enough."
Stella fondles nicely, very gently.
*Nelly:*"You can start applying some more pressure, sweetie."
The male starts to squirm, his discomfort evident. Nelly walks around to make sure that his ankles are securely fastened to the floor; legs widely spread apart; hands tightly fastened overhead.
*Nelly:*"Much harder. He can take it; he can take a whole lot more."
Stella now fondles his testicles as hard as she can, squeezing them in her hands, rolling them against each other, pressing deeper with every passing moment.
*Stella:*"How long should I continue?"
*Nelly reaches over to feel the swollen testicles, as if weighing them in her hands.* "A few more minutes and he will be ready."
The male tries to buck, to get out of this ordeal. The bounds are too well tied. It is of no use to struggle, no matter the desperation, the pain, the anguish, and the sheer joy of being handled so coarsely by an amateur.
*Nelly:*"OK. Time to stop playing and start working! Hold one testicle in each hand."
*Stella:* "Now what?"
*Nelly:*"Give each one a long, hard squeeze."
The male seems to be going out of his mind. Stella does as she is told, maybe a bit harder than she imagined possible. The male lets out a short scream, violently trying to free himself.
*Stella:*"I think it hurts him."
*Nelly:*"Oh, no!" She grabs the male's erection firmly in her two hands, with inches to go at the top and bottom, and squeezes it hard. With all her might and holds firm. The erection seems to turn almost purple, its head bulging and ready to pop out. So are his eyes. "See, pretty darling? These things are **made** to take it."
*Stella:*"So why is he crying so much?"
*Nelly:*"Because he is showing us how happy he is to be here with us. Now go at it much harder: those testicles still have a lot to give."
*Stella:* "This is so much fun! Now what?"
*Nelly:* "Pay attention, sweetie. You are going to pop them in, one by one, into his pelvis."
*Stella:*"I am going to WHAT?"
*Nelly:*"Just do it, darling."
Stella struggles and fumbles coarsely, perhaps even too harshly. The body gives. The testicles are shoved up, tucked out of sight, nowhere to be found.
*Stella looks shocked and surprised:* "Where did they go?"
*Nelly, laughing:* "Maybe, darling, they are playing hide-and-seek! Want to try to find them?"
*Stella mockingly sings:* "Where, oh where can they be?"
*Nelly:*"Want to go out and find them for me?"
*Stella, excitedly:* "Yes! May I?"
Nelly laughs and hands her a tube of lubricant. "Put lots of it on your fingers and off you go!"
Stella lubes her index finger, reaches down between the male's legs and very gingerly works its way into him. "I've never fingered a male's ass before."
*Nelly:*"You haven't? What does it feel like?"
*Stella, laughing:* "It seems so dark in there!"
*Nelly:*"Have you found anything you were seeking yet?"
*Stella exclaims triumphantly:* "Here it is! Here it is! Found one!"
*Nelly:*"Good girl! Plop it out!"
Stella presses against something round and firm and out plops a testicle back into the scrotum.
*Nelly:*"We still seem to be missing one."
*Stella:*"I'll get it!" Again her finger goes into the male's ass, Stella gropes around a bit and soon the other one is back in place.
The male lets out a sigh of relief.
*Nelly:*"Don't pay attention to that. It is just a reflex."
*Stella:*"Can I play hide-and-seek again?"
*Nelly:*"Of course, sweetie pie! Go for it! As much as you like! Only now I want you to play with them and squeeze them a lot harder and a lot longer before hiding them. Oh, and by the way, when you pop them in, make it a lot slower. Let the male *really* feel them going in."
*Stella, ever ready to learn and please:* "Like this?"
The male is practically jumping out of his skin.
*Nelly:*"Yes, sugar baby, that is exactly how. Oh, and baby love, this time I want them both out at the exact same time, OK?"
*Stella:*"How?"
*Nelly:*"Shall I give you a hint?"
*Stella:*"Please!"
*Nelly, laughing:* "Do I have to tell you *everything* ? Hint: lube two fingers!"
*Stella:*"TWO fit?"
*Nelly:*"Ah, love! Fisting shall be another male!"
Stella laughs and does as she is told. Time and again, the male is on the verge of collapse. Nelly urges Stella on, to be braver and bolder with every cycle of popping in and plopping out.
*Stella:*"How else can I use this?"
*Nelly:*"With those two marbles out of the way, you can slap the male all you want between the legs and he won't whimper so much."
*Stella:*"But. How what do I do with this? I mean, it is still in the way. She seems to be looking in the general direction of the huge erection."
*Nelly:*"Oh, that?" She slaps it with all her might on the side. It whacks his left hip and springs back into position. Nelly slaps it again, this time even harder and it whacks his right hip, springing back into place even faster. Then she slaps its underside so hard that it practically sinks into his muscular abdomen and comes back to its starting place immediately.
*Nelly:*"See how resilient it is? It is really meant to take a lot more than we think!"
*Stella:*"You never told me it could be so much fun! Let me try." She slaps it around a few more times.
*Nelly:*"Baby love, you are getting carried away and seem to be forgetting our game of hide-and-seek!"
Both women laugh. Stella resumes her game of hide-and-seek with the male's testicles, now so playful and so cheerful that Nelly is admiring her for her creative innovations.
The male is on the verge of leaping out the window had it not been for the bounds.
Stella stops. She feels to be fumbling for something inside. She is not quite sure what it is. "I think there is a third one inside. Is that possible?"
*Nelly:*"Oh, I forgot to tell you. The male has a prostrate."
*Stella, blissfully ignorant:* "What is that used for?"
*Nelly laughs:* "That is sort of like your and my G-spot. Massage it deep inside and you can get the male to climax without touching anything else."
*Stella, super excited:* "Can I try? Please? Pretty please?"
*Nelly:*"Go for it, baby love! Go for it now!"
Stella now has three fingers inside, pressing and rolling and squeezing the prostate with unbounded enthusiasm.
The male ejaculates wildly. Uncontrolled bursts of ejaculate fly into the air in all directions. The huge erection thrashes furiously about all over the place. The copious stream splashes all over Stella's hair. It splatters against the far wall. It makes a general mess all over the carpet. It just keeps flowing out uncontrolled, with no sense of direction or hinting of ever stopping.
"This is so much fun!" giggled Stella, her childish impishness now taking control over her. "What other tricks can you teach the male to do?"
*Nelly, patiently:* "You really do want to learn everything in one day? (She laughs and winks at Stella. Stella giggles.) OK, watch this."
She reached into a drawer and took out a very long, extremely thin Teflon®-coated tube. She held it up lightly for Stella to see. Other items from the drawer soon followed. Stella sat down, feeling her very wet panties rub against the edge of the seat, eagerly leaning forward to get a better look, always yearning to learn new things.
The male started quivering; soon, shaking uncontrollably. He had been through this many times before. No matter how often, every time it seemed to be more intense. Stella smiled to see that the male's erection had returned in full force. The pee hole was clearly visible. It was clearly nicely dilated.
***Of course, not as widely dilated, as it would be in Act II of this lovely play!*** |
Steampunk Harlots Ch. 36 | 7,465 | 4.83 | 1,856,209 | [
"sci-fi",
"fantasy"
] | It was a relief to the girls and clients to not be overwhelmed by the clanking noise of the clockwork servants. They performed their tasks and were remarkably quiet as they did so. Liddy and Emma supervised as they made the beds in the workroom and bundled the sheets down for cleaning. Ving emerged from one of the rooms wearing only the lingerie she had been wearing under her dress and escorted her client back to the lounge. Liddy pressed the small button next to the door and it emitted a faint buzzing noise. Soon, a walking machine came up the stairs to start work on cleaning the room.
"Everyone needs to press these buttons when they leave a room," Liddy commented.
Emma made a note on her clipboard. "Maybe some discretion on if it needs to be cleaned. These things tend to get clustered on stairs if they are called too many at once."
"Ma'am," Blaze spoke up from her position guarding the main doorway. "I find that if a person tries to use the stairs when they cluster, they clear out of the way. So if they do it while we are really working, one of us can just push them out of the way."
"Good call," Liddy replied with a smile. "We will go over these once we are underway."
Blaze smiled back. Her new arm functioned much more smoothly than her combat model did, and the new nerve connectors didn't even hurt. She watched as Liddy went about her observations. Looking up and down the beautiful blonde. It was strange to feel so happy with the way her life was going. She imagined using her knife to cut off the tight corset containing Liddy's breasts and freeing them. Taking them in her hands as she kissed the woman. It was a slight pinch that brought her back to reality.
"Relief," whispered Juno behind her to signal the shift change. "I know it's hard to get used to," she added, figuring out what had her so distracted.
Blaze blushed and was about to make an excuse when she saw the understanding look in Juno's eyes. "I'm not used to..."
"Nobody is used to things on this ship. Just try to keep focus while on duty so you can make sure everyone is safe enough to play with afterwards."
Blaze stiffened her posture and nodded in understanding. She took one last look at Liddy before reluctantly leaving to take over her next station.
\*\*\*\*
While Mari had wished she had the long tongue of her lover inside her, she could hardly complain about the man doing his thing instead. Her legs were on his shoulders as he punished her body with his hard thrusts. The way he gripped her breasts to leverage himself had already brought her to climax once already. It was the predatory gaze he held with her that made it all so thrilling. The wicked smile as sweat dripped from his body onto her. She felt like prey being devoured as he finally burst his seed inside her. After a few slow thrusts, he kept himself deep until he was done pumping his seed into her. Slowly he withdrew.
"Do it," he said.
Cat crawled onto the bed and started licking between Mari's legs as she spread them wide for her. She licked and caressed the abused flesh as she tasted the man leaking out of Mari. It was one of the more enjoyable fetishes she entertained for clients. He watched as she made slurping noises and soon pushed himself inside Cat, who had her bum in the air. She felt him inside and moaned as Mari put her hand on the back of her head.
Mari was treated to the sight of seeing a man holding Cat by the hips as he thrust into her, pushing her face against her own womanhood. She massaged her breasts with her free hand, relieving the enjoyable pain from her body almost as well as Cat was doing between her legs. It wasn't long until she felt another climax rip through her body and the moans of Cat in her flesh as she reacted.
Cat was using a free hand to massage herself and feel the man sliding into her. As good as he felt, the position entirely ignored the most sensitive part between her legs and she had to do it herself. When Mari climaxed, she felt her own body respond and shudder. That seemed to be enough for the man inside her as he grunted his finish, having little seed left to give her.
Mari pulled Cat by the hair to come up and kiss her. Their bodies pressing against each other, breasts covered in sweat, and their tongues becoming entangled between their mouths. The client watched, moving around to get a better view of their faces. Mari reached out to grab him and pull him close enough that the two women could help clean his shaft, tasting each other on him.
\*\*\*\*
Emma talked with the technician and going over the details with the clockwork servants while Liddy was seeing off the guests after a night of thorough testing.
"That was fun," Hannah commented, sitting on the bar. Ving was on a stool with her face under Hannah's skirt.
"Yes," Liddy replied, turning away from the door. "We should have all the kinks worked out by the time we get actual clients."
Hannah smiled. Liddy was a lot more mellow after she and Leira had shared a quartet of men. "Taking off soon then?"
"Yup, get Ving out from under there and let her take us into the air." Liddy smiled at Ving, who pouted when she had to stop.
Hannah sighed and reached over to a bell on the bar and rang it several times until everyone was present. They sat at the bar, on the large staircase, leant over the railings from the lounge, or just stood. Emma came in with a bundle of manuals that she seemed happy to have.
"Light reading there, Emma?" Easy asked, guiding her mother to the bar where she could get her a drink.
"Manuals, ones we should have gotten with the delivery, and then some. It's amazing what people will give you in exchange for touching a lady."
Liddy looked outside. "I only turned away for a few minutes. When did that happen?" Then she turned back after failing to find the technician she had been talking with.
Emma shook her head. "Literally just touching. Hands down the front of my corset for less than a minute and he was done. Poor boy. It might have actually been his first climax. He looked so surprised."
"Right. Well, good work. Will they preform better now? Those things worked rather well despite the glitches."
"They should be much better. I explained some of our problems. He fixed the stair issue, though he said it can still happen. Apparently there was an 'instruction relay' setting that is supposed to fix it, but it's off by default because it makes a buzzing noise like the buttons when they talk. We won't need it for most of them. Just the room cleaners."
"Well, we are going to have to hope for the best," Liddy stated. "We won't be able to test them in the air because we will be packed to the gills when we leave. Lots of Emberborn want to leave the city but can't because they can't afford transit. So we are using both of our ships to haul them to Harlottown, and then leaving our old ship there for them to use. Since we don't need people in the engine room on this ship, the girls are staying with the old ship."
"I totally forgot about them," Leira confessed, and most others shared that guilt.
"Yes, I am going to fly it there with an escort. Foxy and Ela, with whoever else wants to join."
Blaze put her artificial hand up to volunteer before realising that she was the only one and wasn't sure if she looked too eager.
"You are welcome to join me," Liddy said in a soft voice, entirely picking up on the desire in the woman's eyes. "Keep personal items and weapons packed and locked. The bar will be closed and quarters tight but this is the right thing to do. After some time in the city, we will be heading back east towards Crater Peak but approaching from the south. This way we can hit cities we haven't caused problems in, and hopefully get there before the eastern kingdom gets them to join up. Everyone, kiss the capital goodbye, we are taking refugees as soon as they show up."
\*\*\*\*
Liddy hadn't been kidding when she had warned about tight quarters. Emberborn were sitting almost everywhere on the ship. Liftoff wouldn't have been possible had they packed in all the available space, but it was hard for anyone to get any privacy.
The bridge, of course, was the exception. Hannah was handling Ving who in turn handled the controls.
"You know you can only distract me so much," Ving commented.
"You are a good flyer. I'm sure I can get away with more once we are at cruising altitude," Hannah replied.
"I mean from the new redhead. Don't think I have forgotten."
"I'm more worried about the other new girl and how distracting Liddy will find her."
\*\*\*\*
Henry was a simple man. Not quite a man in the traditional sense, but despite his appearance as a humanoid dragonfly, he had simple desires. Being allowed to fly was one of them. When the noble lady had asked if he could fly, he had nodded quickly, happy to have met a noble who could recognize the type of insect he was and the advantages he offered. She showed him the specifics of the controls as they took off, allowing him to take control and keep in formation with the other ship they flew with. He was a simple man, enjoying the simple pleasure of flight.
What was not so simple for him was how his spherical vision let him see what was going on behind him. The soldier woman with the fire-ink on her face was setting her rifle down to embrace the noblewoman. Pieces of her uniform were falling to the floor and soon her whole body was exposed. The shining gold engraved into her metal arm reflected light beautifully as it reached behind the noblewoman to unfasten her dress and let it slide to the floor. He heard a small squeak from the noble as the metal hand touched her skin. It was impossible for him to not see as the soldier pinned the noble against the wall and gripped her by the breasts. He had seen a great many things in his life when people didn't know he could see all around him at once, but this was new.
Liddy wrapped her legs around Blaze as they kissed and pulled her close enough to crush their breasts together. She felt the cold metal hand warm from the heat between her legs and moaned as two fingers pushed inside her. Although she hadn't expected to be the first one to test the new hand, she had made sure the finger joints wouldn't pinch anyone they got inside. She had gotten a good look at the scars on her body, and the ink that covered them. There would, of course, be clients who wouldn't want her, but the same could be said for pretty much everyone on the ship. Still, she would have to make sure she felt loved enough to never take any unkind words too personally.
\*\*\*\*
"She will probably wait till they arrive before doing anything. Liddy was never the most relaxed person at the helm."
Hannah made a noise in agreement to Ving from under her skirt. She used her tongue for something other than talking.
\*\*\*\*
What had once been a slave factory spa where Emberborn bred in comfort surrounded by a handful of buildings and poorly designed farms was now very different. As the ships flew over the city, they could see it had grown incredibly. Many more structures had been constructed around the core buildings, and there was a lot more farmland surrounding the city under cultivation, along with many gardens around or on top of homes. The train station was likewise improved with warehouses and loading docks.
They landed nearby in a cleared area still within the city. A greeting party met them as the ramps were in place and the refugees began to disembark. They were split into groups and guided away.
"Rayvon!" Hannah shouted as she saw the old man. Though it occurred to her that he looked a whole lot younger yet again. After her tight embrace and solid kiss on the lips, she pulled back and smiled. "How are you?"
"It's like having a new life. It really is. How about you? Clients been treating you well?" he replied, not bothering to hide his appreciative glance down at her breasts.
"Like royalty," Hannah replied with a smile.
\*\*\*\*
Hope was relieved to see her holy order was present to greet them. That they had managed to avoid being cast out was almost a miracle in itself. She was warmly welcomed and started talking about all the things that had happened since she had seen them last. Almost all the things. They were far too puritan to know everything.
Easy was worried her mother might not react well to another farm, but Harlottown lacked any oppressive feeling in the slightest. Even clothing seemed to be optional, except for the uniforms of what looked like a volunteer police force. The two of them fluttered their wings and went about wandering through the streets with Mari following close behind.
\*\*\*\*
Emma and Leira sat on the edge of the ship with their legs over the side, remembering their time hiding in the main building.
"It feels like it happened years ago," Leira stated, trying to count how long it actually been.
"Yeah, but somewhere else. It hardly looks the same. I mean it probably does inside, but I'm not sure I want to look."
"Want to go get fucked by lots of strange men of various species?"
"Six are in that alleyway, quite intently focused on us," Emma explained, having put on the artefact that let her know how she is being observed.
"Six sounds like a good start."
\*\*\*\*
"I grew up in this place." Vile stated, looking around in amazement. "It's changed so much in such little time."
"I know I'm not Emberbron in the conventional sense, but I don't feel so different here," Tonna replied. She slithered along beside Vile as they moved down the street.
"There!" Vile shouted.
They rushed over to a tree in the middle of what was now a park.
"Yes?" Tonna wasn't sure of the significance of the tree, but tried to urge Vile to continue.
"I planted this. As a young girl. I thought that once it was big enough, I could climb it to hide so they couldn't order me about." Vile paused to shake her head. "I know it's silly, but I was a kid and had no idea how big I'd get. Probably still needs to grow a few more decades to support my weight anyway."
\*\*\*\*
Outside the city, Foxy was being hunted. She ran through the trees naked, having left her uniform back on the ship to blend in with the people better. Now she ran to escape her pursuer. When she found her way blocked by a rock face, she suddenly realised she had been chased into the dead end. Her hunter lept from the bushes and tackled her. She struggled and fought, thankful her fur protected her from the bites, until she felt something push inside her and her moan shattered the illusion of the game.
"Got ya, girl," the fox man whispered in her ear as he thrust into her.
Foxy gripped the dirt tightly as she stretched her body with her bum in the air to make her mounting easier. She yipped in pleasure as he stopped talking to make his own animal noises. With only the sound of wind in the trees and other noises of the forest to surround them, the pair made plenty of their own. After being with so many human men in a comfortable bed, it was liberating to be taken in the dirt by one of her own. She climaxed the instant she felt his seed inside her body.
Finished, he laid down on the dirt next to her. She heard the call of another in the distance and called back, indicating herself as ready. Her partner seemed confused as she darted off into the trees to be hunted yet again.
\*\*\*\*
Hope and Liddy sat in what was now the Mayor's office. What had been the radio room and a private bedroom was now the nerve centre for the city. The radio was still in place, but now there were also desks and clerks going about paperwork. The mayor, the elephant man who Liddy had met previous to bringing Leira onboard the ship, waited patiently as Liddy scanned a ledger.
"You need exports," Liddy concluded.
"My conclusion exactly," the Mayor replied. "The problem is the farms can feed us, but our numbers are still growing. The forest is too important to cut for lumber beyond our own needs. There is nothing else we 'can' export without leaving us in need of whatever we sell. And we still depend on the church for many things. They can't keep picking up the slack forever."
"There any soil that doesn't grow food but might grow something else? Something buried in the rocks under the soil? An Embermine would solve a lot of problems."
"I've hired a few prospectors and the like, but no guarantee. I was hoping you might have some ideas."
"I sell sex so that's really the only experience I have with making money. The exact opposite you would want to have your citizens do."
"Despite the name of the town being Harlottown," Hope commented. "It does seem odd that there aren't any harlots in this town full time."
"I wouldn't be opposed to it, of course." The mayor nodded to Liddy. "But I'd like a better economic policy than depending on that. Something I could ethically industrialize would be ideal."
"Well, you could go down the train tracks and find out what every city you are connected to needs the most. Sell it to them for cheaper than what they currently pay and just do that. Alternatively, you could import raw materials, process them, and send out the finished goods. Though you lose a lot when you don't use local resources. Sadly, they didn't pick this spot for the local resources. I thought this place would be temporary at best." Liddy thought to herself how she would have packed up and moved rather than stuck around had she been in their shoes.
"There is a plan to found another city in the forest along the tracks, but if we do that, we will want to do it on top of some natural resources. That's where the prospectors are focusing."
"I hope they find something. Attracting people to come and spend money on things is about your only other option. Schools and tourism being the most common, but most might not want to visit an Emberborn city."
"I try to press the importance of being polite to visitors but it's not always easy, and that's with the few who do visit. I just wish we had something that would make many wealthy people come here and spend all their money."
"They only do that for sex and gambling," Hope commented again.
Liddy perked up. "Where is Ving?"
\*\*\*\*
Ving watched as Harriot picked up yet more debris from the floor of the lounge. Seeing her bend over to clean the remains of what the refugees had left was too much to bear. She darted over and slid her arms around the young woman.
"Got ya, girl," Ving whispered into her ear.
Hannah walked in to see the young redhead slightly bent over with Ving embracing her from behind. She looked down at her own breasts and freed them from the confines of the bra she was wearing.
"Such lovely breasts, don't you think? Ving asked Harriot. "How do yours compare I wonder?"
Harriot unclasped the bra on her new uniform and showed off her breasts to Hannah and Ving. "Almost as big, but mine have freckles."
Ving gripped them tightly as she inspected the freckles over her shoulder. Hannah came in for a closer look as well, giving Harriot a closer look at her own.
"So soft but firm, just like hers." Ving cooed as she grabbed Hannah by the nipples and tugged her closer so as to embrace both women as their breasts pressed together.
"I'm glad your husband isn't around," Hannah stated. "He might enjoy seeing this."
"I don't care, I'm just glad he isn't around. The sight of him when those men had me? So wonderful."
"Oh yes, those men." Ving moaned as she reached in front and felt between the legs of both women but focused on the girl between her and her lover. "They filled you up so well. You know I love seeing my Hannah with other men. Giving her their seed inside her body in any way they can. Covering her face and breasts with it so I can lick them clean. Her doing the same for me as she-" Ving was cut off as she climaxed mid-thought.
"Wow, here I grew up thinking I was weird for being this way." Harriot tried to look at Ving behind her, who was breathing heavily, trying to catch her breath. "But you people..."
"Well, you aren't wrong. You are weird for being like this. It's just that you aren't alone." Hannah started kissing Harriot, causing Ving, the moment she saw them kiss, to fall to the floor after climaxing again and losing her balance.
Hannah stripped off Harriot's skirt as Ving stayed on her knees to admire the tight bum of the girl. Ving pulled the soldier's underwear off while Hannah helped Harriot with the rest of her clothing. Harriot did her part by pulling Hannah's underwear down as she got to the floor to join Ving. Hannah moved to the couch nearby and rested her feet on the back of Harriot, who laid on top of Ving as they kissed. She touched herself as she watched Ving and Harriot kiss and grind against each other.
Harriot was a bit overwhelmed. She was on top of one woman and under the feet of another. It was thrilling to finally be able to explore another woman, but what was happening was so much more than she ever expected. It was a flood of pleasure mixed with the relief of being so open with her desire. She was happy she had noticed the job posting with the lines 'physical attraction to women ideal' and 'willing to explore sexuality' printed on it. The oppression of secrecy was lifted.
Ving pulled Harriot up so her breasts would hang in her face where she gripped them tightly to make it easier to lick both of them at once. She looked up to see Hannah had come down to kiss the girl. Ving reached down to find the dripping wetness between the legs of the soldier and pushed two fingers right in. She felt the woman on top of her twitch and spasm a bit before moving to aid the penetration with her hips. Ving didn't need anyone to touch her to bring her to climax again so she moaned hard when it happened, putting a third finger inside the girl with her thumb pinching her clit. Harriot screamed and shuddered collapsing on top of Ving.
"I think I overdid it," Ving commented from under the heavily breathing redhead, who still twitched.
"She should get used to it," Hannah replied while running her fingers through Harriot's red hair.
\*\*\*\*
Mari kept her distance as Easy looked around the town with her mother. She didn't mind, they had so much time to make up for that she was content to simply watch Easy be so happy. There hadn't been a lot for them to see that wasn't in any other town, but the experience of walking streets without shame or dirty looks was wonderful for them. Mari wasn't a stranger to dirty looks herself, but she didn't get the same ones the Emberborn did. They had to worry about violence for simply existing, she just got dirty looks of judgement that turned into dirty sex in an alleyway most of the time. Mari occasionally spotted shipmates, Ela had been wandering around in a sort of dazed amazement. Then she saw Inky resting against Vile, who was in turn resting against a tree in a park.
"How did those two end up together?" Tonna asked, approaching Mari.
"It was here, actually," Mari replied. "I don't know the specifics, but they just sorta fell over each other."
"It's comforting to know that looking so different doesn't stop people from finding each other."
"Looking to fall in love?" Mari asked, a smile on her face while walking after Easy.
"Nah," Tonna replied while slithering along beside her. "At least not yet. I still want to get laid a lot."
"Doesn't stop any of the other couples on the ship. My girl and I both see clients on top of anyone else we want to tumble with." Mari twirled to show off her outfit. "I wear things like this because I want to get laid. If I ducked off and had a man or several, she wouldn't mind at all and just hope I had fun."
Tonna admired the short skirt Mari wore with the fishnet stockings that showed off the ink on her legs. The struggling red bra and fishnet top didn't hide much more. "I get that. But I think if I loved someone, I'd want them for myself and nobody else."
"That's fine, and if they don't mind you with others for work or whatever, then that's great. As long as whatever it is, is what you both want, then go for it."
"It's a long ways off either way. I just want to enjoy being free."
"Fair enough, if I hadn't been able to get laid for so long, I'd be unstoppable. Seriously, in your place, I wouldn't be here talking, I'd be out getting fucked silly."
"It's not that easy, for me I'm afraid." Tonna was sullen as she spoke, looking at her snake body.
Mari didn't buy it for a second. She knew Tonna believed it but knew it simply wasn't true. After some looking around, she spotted a man who didn't seem to know a glance was supposed to be quick. She walked over and whispered into his ear and got an eager nod in response. Mari looked at Tonna who came over, curious, wondering if it really was that easy. Mari watched him lead her off and smiled. Afterwards, she looked about for Easy and quickly spotted the sparkly fairies down the street.
"I thought you went off to get laid?" Easy asked as Mari caught up.
"I got Tonna laid, I can wait a minute or two," Mari replied with a chuckle.
\*\*\*\*
Liddy looked around the lounge. It was spotless. Although she was happy to see the job done, she was suspicious. She was looking for Ving, and Astra said she hadn't left the ship, and neither had Hannah or Harriot. She sighed, marching with Hope and the mayor in tow along with the clergy members. She opened the door to her bedroom and saw the three women in her bed waving at the viewers on rooftops through the windows.
"Really!" Liddy yelled, trying not to be distracted by seeing Hannah and Harriot making love with Ving holding them together. "I get the fantasy Ving, but why use my bed?!"
"It's the only one with a viewing gallery," she responded as she turned to face Liddy and the shocked clergy.
"Get dressed and meet me in the lounge! We have things to talk about." Liddy closed the doors to her room and shook her head as she left.
\*\*\*\*
Cat had continued to speak with Rayvon after Hannah had left and was so very glad she did. The device inside her forced another climax with its vibrations. It touched her in every spot she wanted and drove her wild. When she could finally take no more she turned it off and, with great difficulty walking, returned to the lab where Ravon was working.
"How'd it go?" he asked.
"Amazing! What is it made of? It felt so smooth!" Cat replied.
"Latex, normally used for raincoats and waterproofing, but I added it to my designs when it was obvious that 'wetness' was an issue. I gather it from a few of the trees in the forest here."
"We are going to need so many of these."
"Well, it's thanks to Hannah that I got into this at all. I suppose I owe her for all the women I've... tested them with. Take whatever you need."
Cat got a box and started picking out devices of various sizes.
\*\*\*\*
Hannah and Harriot held hands while making seductive glances at the clergy while Liddy addressed Ving with the Mayor.
"Ving, we were discussing the economy when Hope suggested sex and gambling," Liddy explained.
"What the fuck is sex?" Ving shot back, trying to avoid grinning while sounding serious.
Liddy glared for a brief moment. "Since gambling is how you got on this ship in the first place, I thought you might be an expert of sorts." She paused, in case there was another comment from Ving, but continued when there wasn't. "So I thought, what if you were to design a race track. Something to attract tourists. Convincing people to come visit the city of people they used as slaves for vacation would never fly, but a track designed by a minor celebrity would be something else."
Ving forgot how to sass, "That would be awesome! I can absolutely do that!"
"Good. It might take a while to build but your design might be the key. It would also generate a lot of traffic into town and make it easier for more Emberborn to get passage. The town would grow without the need to export anything."
They heard the door open. Cat came up the staircase with a box that spilt as she tripped over the final step. The floor was suddenly alive with vibrating objects at the feet of the clergy, who were shocked at the assortment of phalluses.
"I know what these people can export now!" Cat shouted.
\*\*\*\*
Emma counted forty-nine people watching her as she winced hard from the penetration into her bum from the man who couldn't wait for the man she was on top of to vacate her body. She couldn't really even see anyone, let alone who her new partner was, with her vision blocked by the man using her throat as a toy. It was an incredible feeling to be on a stage and watched by so many. She was thankful for the experiences that trained her body to be able to handle what she was doing with it.
Leira could see the elf on stage enjoying herself, so tiny between three men. She was playing it a bit more conservatively by sitting in the lap of a single man who bounced her hard on his manhood. Everyone, not watching Emma, watched Leira's massive breasts bounce at full inflation. She giggled whenever a viewer lost control and climaxed into his pants or hands. When the man she was being bounced on finally filled her with his seed, she got up to find another.
Emma decided she needed to switch up her position and triggered all three men at once to blow their loads inside her. The feeling of three men filling her body at once made her join them in climax. She stretched and flexed her body once the men had withdrawn, earning a number of hollers from the crowd. Flipping onto her back, head hanging over the table to face the crowd, she had a good view of Leira as a man grabbed her legs and slammed into her. The elf moaned as the man stretched her tiny body to the limit of what could fit inside her. She could see his equine features and looked to see his penetrations actually showing on the surface of her skin.
"Leira! You need to try this one!" Emma shouted, seeing her looking for a new partner.
Leira got on stage and was stunned to see her taking the man at all. She climbed on top of the elf, almost smothering her with her breasts, and soon felt the man pushing inside of her. Leira screamed in shock and wondered how the elf had handled him at all. Her body bucked with every thrust, and she soon figured that he had been going easy on Emma.
The commotion had attracted some outside interest, and in came Vile with Tonna and Inky. They soon rolled their eyes at the sight, annoyed they hadn't guessed what was going on. When they saw Leira and Emma waving them onto the stage, they decided to join in. Inky hung back at the bar to watch her girl play.
The horse withdrew from Leira when Tonna slithered low and opened her mouth to accept him. When he pushed into the open mouth, he heard a small pop from her jaw unhinging to fit him all the way inside. Her tongue wrapped around the hard shaft to massage it when it was giving her a moment to breathe before the next thrust.
Vile put her tails deep inside Leira and Emma, who remained on the stage table to recover while she stripped for Inky, who she could see already bent over the bar by the tender who was thrusting inside her. Vile then took the horse out of Tonna's mouth to lay him down and stand over him. Slowly, she lowered herself onto him, feeling his shaft push through her powerful hips until he was as deep as he could get. Then picking up the pace, she felt four hands grab her breasts from behind as Tonna got involved.
When it seemed like he was about to go, Tonna pulled Vile off him and went down to roll him on top of her. Her snake body slithered in anticipation as he positioned himself to push into her. It was what she had been waiting a long time for. Someone to take her snake body and mount it like a man would. To put himself inside her for the pleasure of both. Her snake hair worked into a frenzy as his thrusts grew more forceful and he used her breasts for leverage to get himself deeper. All four of her hands supported him by his chest as he suddenly burst within her body with a harsh stream of his seed. Tonna felt her body spasm and wrap around Vile, who was standing over them. The Naga clenched hard as she climaxed harder than she ever had from her own efforts.
Vile was surprised at the sudden need to protect herself from being crushed by the snake tail, but could rightly understand why. She hoped that it wouldn't happen if a client had been there without Vile to protect them. Looking up at Inky, she saw her tanned breasts bouncing as a new man had gotten behind her to have his fun. Touching herself under the relaxing strain of the snake tail, Vile climaxed at the sight of her lover being pleasured.
Tonna watched as the horse slowly withdrew from her body. The long manhood wasn't as stiff as before but retained its length, and she wondered how it fit inside smaller girls. Her body felt a bit empty with it gone, but it had left quite enough to fill at least some of the space within her. She saw Vile getting on her knees to lean down and lick her scales clean.
\*\*\*\*
Liddy looked about at her working girls. They were all exhausted and they hadn't even finished getting the ship ready for clients. "So, we are casting off. Hopefully, during the rest of the trip, we can get everything ready without any orgies breaking out. We want to have a sex drive when we finally start seeing clients again."
"Hey! I was designing a race track! That is hard work!" Ving shouted.
"I walked in on Harriot fist deep in you twice and Hannah giving instruction!" Liddy fired back.
"Now Trixie," Hannah started. "You know me well enough to know that's the least bit distracting I have ever been."
Liddy had to concede that point. "Fine, but this ship still isn't ready. We need to unpack all the things that we didn't want the refugees to damage. The rest of you just need to avoid any more theatre reenactments and I won't lock up all the toys."
Everyone suddenly looked very submissive to avoid the level of tragedy that such measures would surelybecome.
"Speaking of the toys, it seems this city has an export after all. While there aren't enough rubber trees to export it as a good itself, there is enough to assist with the manufacturing of the toys. So it's good for the economy, even though it's not quite what the mayor had in mind."
"Really? They called his place Harlottown. They should have known better," Hope stated, getting a few laughs.
"Easy, how's your mother?" Liddy asked.
"She's living with another woman who was at her farm. They seemed to get along well and it's a safe zone, so no men are allowed. Helps avoid stress for anyone having issues with seeing them. Don't think my mom really has problems since she didn't seem troubled when we were about. But without me around, who knows. This way, she's safe no matter what."
"Good, I'm glad to hear it. Now, let's get moving so we can see some clients. We aren't going to fuck ourselves..." Liddy trailed off when she realised what she said.
"Ummm... Liddy?" Mari started to ask cautiously.
"Shut up! That works with almost every other kind of work! You know what I mean!" |
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**Chapter 04 - More fun in the Hot tub.**
I walked around in a semi-dazed state for a few days after the hot tub incident with Ashley. Even my wife asked me if I was ok.
Contributing to Ashley's penchant for spying on her mother and me while we were having sex was one thing. Copping a feel of my cock -- practically right in front of her mother -- and jerking me off underwater was completely different!
Moral issues notwithstanding, I walked around in a constant semi-erect state for the next week. Ever ready to engage my wife in whatever intimacy she was in the mood for, whenever she was in the mood for it -- which was often!
As it happened, two weeks later my wife and some of her girlfriends were going to take a 'girls weekend getaway' trip to Atlantic City.
They were driving up Friday afternoon and returning either late Sunday evening or mid-day Monday.
My mind was overwhelmed with the possibilities.
I decided that the best plan was no plan -- I was just going to let the weekend play itself out. Of course, I did convince my younger stepdaughter to arrange to have a sleepover at one of her classmates' homes on Saturday night. I'm no fool.
Saturday was pretty uneventful -- Ashley was out shopping with her girlfriends all day and I had kept my mind occupied with the business of completing several of the smaller, nuisance items on my honey-do list. For the most part, thoughts of my stepdaughter were pushed to the back of my mind.
My heart sank (and my cock deflated) when Ashley called from the mall to ask if she could have a sleepover at her girlfriends house. I said, "Yes" but I didn't want to...
My wife called soon there-after to say, "Hi" and see how things were going. I told her that the girls were both on sleep-overs and that I had the place to myself and was going to take advantage by pouring myself a glass of bourbon, lighting up one of my 2-hour cigars and melting away all of my cares in the hot tub. We both had a good laugh.
I finished dinner and cleaned up, then gathered the afore-mentioned indulgences, stripped my clothes off and headed for the hot tub. I was looking forward to finally getting to watch some sports on the outdoor TV as I relaxed in the hot tub.
It was a slow sports night on TV, but I didn't care; the noise was comforting and I was enjoying my bourbon and cigar.
After about 20 minutes in the hot tub, I stepped out and kicked the temperature back up so the water could re-heat while I took a cooling off break and watched TV from the adjacent lounge chair.
I was thoroughly relaxed and dozing on and off, when a noise brought me back to my senses.
It was Ashley! Shouting in the house -- "Dad! Are you here?" SHIT!
I tossed my towel aside, scrambled to my feet and practically dove into the hot tub. It was only after I settled into one of the seats that I realized that the jets weren't on, but before I could get to the control panel on the other side of the hot tub and turn them on, Ashley came out onto the deck.
I decided to play it cool -- as cool as one can play it when it was obvious that I had been startled and jumped into the hot tub -- my glass of bourbon was sitting on the table next to the lounge chair and my cigar was soaked from my near head-first dive into the hot tub!
"There you are!" Ashley said, as she surveyed the situation. "Are you naked? You are!" Followed by a hearty laugh.
I stammered something about not expecting her home since she was staying over at her girlfriends' house.
"Her mom and dad said she couldn't have a sleep-over, so I just came on home. Can I get in?"
She was acting just a little more 'giddy' than normal and I guessed she'd had some alcohol. She said that they kept taking breaks while they were shopping and going out to the car for a glass of wine.
"So, can I get in with you?" she asked again. The battle in my mind was raging -- Yes, No, Yes, No... and so on... but more and more of my blood was rushing to my cock and my little brain said, "Sure" as I moved over and turned on the jets.
I assumed she would go upstairs and change into one of her bikinis, so I was surprised when I looked up and she had started to strip.
"What're you doing?!" I asked. "Taking my clothes off" she said, as if it was something she did in front of me every day. "Sweetheart," I said, "I think you need to put on one of your swimsuits." "Why?" she asked. "Mom isn't here, and we've both seen each other naked," referring to her spying on me fucking her mother. "I know, but I don't think this is a good idea, Sweetheart." I said, with less conviction than I was hoping.
"Come on dad," she pleaded, as she continued to strip. She was down to her bra and panties. "I don't want to go all the way upstairs. Besides, my suit's in the laundry. Can't I just get in like this?" pointing to her lingerie clad body. "Ok." I relented, my cock now at full mast between my legs as I watched her shed her clothes.
With that, she hopped in, sinking all the way up to her neck, then, looking over at the chaise lounge and seeing my glass of bourbon and three-finger leather cigar case, she hopped out and retrieved them both, saying, "I think you forgot these," and smiled as she handed them to me.
Her matching yellow lace bra and panties were now nearly transparent, thanks to being immersed in water. Her nipples were hard and straining against the sheer material of her bra and her lace French cut panties were clinging to her pussy lips -- droplets of water falling from the center of the gusset.
My cock was in severe distress. I took the items from her and she got back into the hot tub.
We exchanged meaningless conversation for a few minutes, and then Ashley asked me if she could open a bottle of wine. I said, "Yes," and she moved to get out of the hot tub, but this time she turned her back to me and, putting both hands on the side of the hot tub, she lifted herself up out of the water, bending at her hips and raising one leg over the side of the hot tub -- giving me the most incredible view of her wet, lace panty covered perfect ass.
Could my cock get any harder?
I looked up and saw that she was looking back over her shoulder, watching me stare at her ass. "You Perv!" she said as she laughed and finished getting out and went inside to get a bottle of wine.
Trying to maintain some level of composure, I grabbed a dry cigar and lit it, taking a long, satisfying drag, followed by a large gulp of bourbon. My cock was so hard it ached.
Ashley returned with a bottle of red wine, a glass and my bottle of Woodford bourbon. "I thought you might need a refill," she said, and set everything down on the beverage shelf and hopped back into the hot tub. I reached over and poured her a glass of wine and handed it to her, then topped off my bourbon. "Cheers! Dad!" she said as she leaned across the hot tub so we could touch our plastic glasses together. "Cheers!" I said.
We settled into some light banter about nothing in particular and I had begin to think I might survive the situation, when, after shifting around uncomfortably, Ashley said, "This lace is really uncomfortable in the water dad. Can't I please take it off? I won't tell mom -- promise!"
"I guess we have pretty much seen everything there is to see about each other, haven't we?" I replied.
Taking my reply as a "Yes," she set her glass of wine down and plunged both of her hands into the water and slipped her panties off, bringing them to the surface and tossing them over onto a chair. She then reached around behind her back and unhooked her bra letting it fall from her breasts and tossed it over onto the same chair.
She was still standing, the water only reaching to her midriff when she turned back around to face me.
Her tits were beautiful. Just the right amount of fullness; her nipples sloping gently up in youthful defiance of gravity. Drops of water scattered about her chest, reflecting the light and making it impossible for me to lift my eyes.
"Dad!" she said, "You're staring at my titties!" making no move to cover them. "Honey, those aren't 'titties,' they're the breasts of a beautiful young woman." I said.
"Do you want to touch them?" she asked.
There was an explosion in the head on my shoulders!
What did she just say? 'Did I want to touch them?'
No she didn't.
Oh fuck -- yes she did, as was evidenced by her moving in my direction and repeating the question,
"Do you?"
I took the cigar out of my mouth and set it in the ashtray. "Come here baby," I said, "and let daddy look at you."
I reached for her tits with both hands. This was much better than just looking at them while she slept. I had jerked off and fucked her mother while fantasizing about how they would feel in my hands... in my mouth.
She stepped between my legs, standing in front of me while I caressed her soft mounds. I pinched her nipple between my index finger and thumb on my right hand and she moaned and tilted her head back, pushing her breasts further into my hands.
I leaned forward and took her left nipple into my mouth, its firmness burning my lips and tongue. Her skin was absolutely perfect, soft, warm, a subtle saltiness to its taste, mixing with the aroma of her sweet perfume drifting into my nostrils.
I had never felt so much electricity in my body in my life.
My left hand continued caressing her right tit as my right hand begin to slide down her hip, into the water, leaving my mouth to continue nursing on her left nipple.
Her moans only encouraged me, and my right hand moved across her left hip to her smooth, clean-shaven pussy lips.
Even underwater her pussy juice was abundant and my index and middle fingers slid easily into the folds of her warm treasure.
Her moan turned into a throaty groan as my fingers breeched the opening of her pussy and pushed deeply into her. I bit down gently, on her nipple.
"Oh yes!.... Finger fuck my pussy daddy!"
"I wanna be your naughty girl!"
"Oh yes.... Oh yess... Oh yesssssss!" as her first orgasm gripped her and she spasmed and jerked in response to the pleasure that washed over her.
It was more than I could stand and my cock exploded, shooting stream after stream of cum into the water.
I fell back into my seat and Ashley collapsed, sitting on my left thigh. I could feel her pussy convulsing with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Ashley tucked her head into the nape of my neck and said, softly, "I love you dad."
"I love you too baby," I replied, knowing that the love we felt went beyond that of a parent/child.
We just sat there for a few minutes, letting the reality of what had just happened set in.
I finally broke the silence, "Sweetheart, you know we can't do this when your mom or sister are around."
"I know. But it was really nice."
"Yes it was. Really nice." I replied.
Ashley's hand had fallen from her thigh, down into my crotch and was now gently rubbing my flaccid cock underwater, and to my surprise, I was beginning to get hard.
"Can I see it?" she asked.
"What?" I replied, not connecting her gentle touch with her question.
"Can I see it?" she repeated. "Sit up on the edge so I can see it. Please Dad?"
"I'm not one of your college boyfriends, Sweetheart." I joked, "The stiffest thing in this hot tub is my bourbon."
But she insisted, "I just want to see it up close," and she stood, taking my hands and pulling me to my feet, then pushing me up on to the edge of the hot tub and taking up a position between my legs.
She looked into my eyes as she let her hand drift towards my now semi-erect cock.
Her eyes never left mine as she slowly encircled my cock with her hand and began stroking, slowly.
I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, not caring about anything but the incredible feeling of my stepdaughter's hand stroking my cock.
"It's big."
"That's right baby. Just the way your mom likes it." I said, laughing to myself.
I was enjoying her gentle rhythm. "A little tighter baby." I encouraged, looking forward to her tightening her grip.
What I didn't expect was that the next sensation my cock would feel would be the warmth and wetness of her mouth as she drew my cock across her lips.
My head shot up and I reached for her head to pull her off of my cock, but she put her hand in the middle of my chest and increased her pace on my cock.
"We shouldn't be...." I stuttered... "You shouldn't be... Oh FUCK that feels good!"
I looked down and watched as my cock slid in and out of Ashley's mouth. My stepdaughter was giving me a blowjob! And it wasn't her first... She was good -- almost as good as her mother!
My hips arched forward as Ashley pulled her mouth away from my cock. Her tongue teased the tip, and then licked the sensitive underside all the way down to the base. Then she repeated her tongue bath.
My balls were churning. I knew it wouldn't be long before a fresh load of my cum surged from my balls and erupted. "I'm gonna cum baby," I said, warning her.
She pulled her mouth off of my cock and wrapped her hand around the shaft stroking me with determination.
"I want to see it shoot out," she moaned.
That was all I needed and my hips bucked as cum flew from my cock and landed on her chest, just above her tits. She gripped my cock tight, then let it go and more of my cum flew at her, this time landing on her neck and tits.
Just as my orgasm subsided, I heard her groan loudly as her own orgasm rippled through her body.
It was only then that I realized she had been rubbing her pussy underwater while she sucked my cock.
Once again I slid back down into the hot tub; Ashley's body pressed against mine as she collapsed into my arms.
My eyes closed and I fell asleep to the thoughts of my stepdaughters' lips on my cock.
When I awoke, she was gone.
And I finally remembered that the yellow lingerie she had been wearing when she stripped her clothes off actually belonged to her mother.
I was going to have to talk to her about that... |
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She arrived at Simon's place a little after sunset, so she wasn't too worried the neighbors would spot her in her slutty clothes. But... just to be safe, she put on a long skirt and overcoat as camouflage. She used the key Simon gave her last night and stepped inside the duplex.
"Simon," she called out, closing the door behind her. No answer.
It was a very nice home, for a single guy. Two bedroom home with a very nice television and not a lot of decorations. The usual furniture remnants from Simon's college days. She removed her overcoat, revealing a very see-through halter top and equally see-through black-lace bra, and dropped it on the couch she had sucked his cock on just last night. She then stepped out of the long business skirt and placed it next to the jacket. Underneath, she wore a very short (barely covered her ass) plaid skirt, white knee-high stockings, and some very cute shoes. Just to finish the schoolgirl look, she wore a black-rimmed pair of glasses she had borrowed from a girlfriend and had braided her hair in twin pigtails and bright red panties.
Simon wanted to experiment? She was ready to experiment.
"Oooooh Simon," she called out again, walking into the living room. He had told her on the phone that she should come over around 7pm, and she had been more than eager. He said he had a very sexy surprise, but told her that she would have to wait for him. Apparently tonight he had to work late, but he wanted her to come over and make herself at home.
It had taken over 30 minutes to get ready -- she had a sexy surprise herself, but hadn't expected Simon to be serious about her arriving in the house alone without him.
Walking over to the dining room table she fondly remembered being bent over and fucked on a few nights ago, she found a very simple note.
"You can either go upstairs and make yourself at home. Or down in the basement and follow my instructions."
"Oooh, cryptic," she giggled. She had no idea he had such an adventurous side. He had warned her he was a bit further on the kinky spectrum; she had kind of already guessed, he had a very dirty mouth, and he got hard as a rock when she talked back. She didn't mind kink. She had a pair of handcuffs in her overnight bag and a whipping crop. She could be kinky too. Tonight she was planning on letting Simon spank his very naughty little girl.
She ventured down into the basement, remembering seeing it briefly several weeks ago when she got the "tour." It was the typical man-cave with a large TV, several pieces of electronics, and an amazing surround-sound system, but somehow they always managed to wind up on the floor, or a piece of furniture in-between the front door and the bedroom. The basement so far had remained fuck-free.
The man-cave was as she remembered it, except she believed the couch was pushed back a bit to allow more room on the white-fur rug in front of the TV. Along the wall near the stairs were several card tables set up with small boxes, each donning a small Christmas-like present. All had a small numbered card, 1 through 4. A fifth, final present was on the couch itself.
"Wow," she muttered. "You went all out."
She walked up to the first table, and found another handwritten note.
"Last chance to back out."
She smiled. No way.
She opened the first box. Inside was a small card with instructions. Beneath was a pair of very sexy knee-high boots with killer fuck-me heels.
Undress. Put these on.
She sighed. All the cute work she did on her outfit, and now she was stripping out of it with no Simon in sight.
She quickly stripped out of her Catholic schoolgirl outfit and stowed it in her overnight sack. Maybe tomorrow morning she'll model it for him. However, she just need to know what was in the next box. And to see if Simon knew her shoe size.
The black leather stilettos did indeed fit; she zipped them up and they were very snug. She wished she had a mirror. She imagined that she looked pretty good right now wearing nothing but zip-up boots with massive heels. Tall heels made her legs endlessly long. Smiling, she moved on to the next table.
Inside was no note, but the idea was simple. Next up was a matching leather corset.
"Want me to dominate you, baby?" she laughed. She was okay with that, too. Maybe she'd get to take out her whipping crop after all. Wrapping the corset around her and lacing the strings up, she liked the way it pressed her breasts together. The feeling of leather was intoxicating. Now she really wished she had a mirror.
The next box surprised her, and she didn't think that she could be surprised at this point. Inside was a very sizable vibrator, a sexy black thong, and a card.
If you want to cum, go ahead. I'll be home in a few hours and I don't want you all... frustrated. But when you're done, put this inside you and pull the panties up so it doesn't come out.
She laughed. He would like that of course, the thought of her masturbating in his house. And they had enjoyed phone sex before -- she was no stranger to getting herself off. She wouldn't deny that she enjoyed masturbating quite regularly, but the whole reason she was here this weekend was so Simon could get her off, not her. But then she realized that she was soaking wet, and had been for some time, even before she opened the first package. And she had only gotten more wet after that.
She stepped into on the black thong panties, pulled it up to her knees... and then found herself gently caressing her breast. She pulled it free from the confines of the corset, enjoying the uncomfortable pressure. Slowly, she pinched her nipple, gasping at the tingling sensation. She grinned wildly.
"Fine," she laughed. Just a quickie. Dropping to her leather-bound knees, she took the nice, sizable vibrator and switched it on. It hummed deliciously. First, she teased her clit like she always liked to do, circling around the perimeter, testing how far she could creep up on it before it started shooting lightning bolts of pleasure through her. Then, leaning back, she pressed the dildo into her pussy, enjoying the vibes from the inside out. After several minutes, she started to stroke the dildo in and out, her other hand rubbing her clit furiously.
Usually she took her time. But she wanted to cum badly.
She wanted to see what was in the next box.
"Oh fuck!" she gasped, throwing her head back onto the carpet as she felt her orgasm rock her. She felt her pussy uncontrollably spasming and clamp shut on the warm, vibrating dildo, and she after several waves of pleasure, she finally switched it off.
"Oh god," she whispered, pulling the dildo out. It was soaked. "You're gonna pay for that."
She couldn't remember the last time she had cum that fast. Simon was good at mind games... and the bastard wasn't even here yet. Slowly, she climbed back to her feet. When she saw the note, she remembered her instructions and picked up the dildo again. She considered leaving it out, but then quickly discarded the thought. She wanted to see this through. All the way to the end. No cheating. Slowly, she slipped it back inside her, careful not to hit the switch again, and pulled the thong up over her hips so it was held deep and tight. She wasn't ready to cum again yet, but the feeling of being completely filled was unbelievably erotic.
She went to the fourth box, the last box on the tables. Another note. With more toys.
The cuffs are for your ankles. Go to the couch.
Inside was a pair of wide, steel cuffs, linked together with a chain only about 3 inches long. The cuffs themselves were wide enough for her ankles, even with the leather boots.
But where was the key? She hadn't seen one yet. Perhaps the last box? Could she really chain herself, not knowing where the key was? Or how long she would have to wait for Simon? What if someone else came home instead and she was trapped?
She thought about it... and felt herself growing wet yet again. This was the point. This was the game. "You sly devil," she whispered, grinning. Bending over, she clicked both cuffs into place. She could do this. She had to do this. Wearing all leather, the next step was obviously chains.
Still left in the box was a pink ball gag. Victoria had done a lot of sex games in the past, even let herself be tied spread-eagle to a bed with scarves before. But this was her first ball gag. They weren't exactly a turn on for her in the past... but now, in this outfit. It seemed fitting. Especially the bright, contrasting pink compared to the dark, brooding black of the leather. She swallowed, then slipped it into her mouth and buckled it tightly into place. It tasted odd, rubbery, but it wasn't too terribly distracting. She became acutely aware of how she couldn't close her mouth. Like she were sucking long and hard on Simon's cock.
Waddling slowly like a penguin, she felt the dildo inside her as she moved, especially since her legs were forced to be painfully close together because of the chains. Perhaps she should take a break and masturbate again; every step she took sent a bolt of electricity rising up from her loins. She considered it, then laughed. No, the instructions didn't give her permission. Not yet.
Arriving at the couch, she sat down carefully next to the final present and opened it. This time, she knew what she'd find.
Inside was a blindfold, two more handcuffs. and the final instruction. One pair was already clamped shut on the other's chain.
The card read: Blindfold yourself, cuff together your wrists behind your back. Cuff your wrists to your ankles. Wait for me.
Again, she reconsidered the dildo inside her. She was aching to cum again, desperate for it, and so unbelievably soon. The cuffs were too short for her to sit on the couch and hogtie herself, so she knelt down onto the fur rug. She carefully clicked the handcuffs meant for her wrists and the ones already on her ankles together.
You son of a bitch, she thought. She wanted to say it, but the gag in her mouth wouldn't allow it. She clicked her left wrist in, behind her back. Then she pulled the blindfold down. Taking one last breath, she reached back with her right hand... and clicked the cuff closed around it. The sound of it clicking shut seemed louder than the others. It came with a heavy weight of finality.
Sitting quietly on her knees, her cuffed hands gently pulling and playing with the plastic heels of her leather boots, the ball gag gathering saliva, Victoria then realized that she had never been so turned on in her life. She tried reaching around to the dildo, just so she could just work it in and out a little bit, but the bindings were too tight. She pressed her thighs together and felt the dildo move just a tiny bit. Could she cum doing just that?
She wondered how long she'd have to wait for Simon. She wondered what she looked like, all tied up and waiting. In complete darkness, she concentrated on balancing on her knees.
Then the vibrated turned itself on.
She toppled over.
Shocked, confused, and utterly stunned, she found herself arching her back, the chains locking tight. She felt the cuffs press hard into her wrists, and the steel at her ankles pinched as she jerked against them. How did she turn it on? Did she somehow hit the switch when she was pressed her thighs together?
She had more pressing concerns, and she knew it. Another orgasm was rushing towards her. So fast. She had never felt herself cumming so quickly, and she immediately knew why. She was completely helpless, unable to stop, and her binds guaranteed that she was now at the complete mercy of the vibrator.
She screamed into her ball gag, rocking back and forth from her sides to her front, desperate to find some kind of relief or control over the situation, but her squirming just made her cum even faster. Then it hit her. A tidal wave of absolute pleasure, drowning her, locking all of her muscles like an electrical shock. She pressed her face down into the fur rug, smelled how clean it was and how her own saliva was starting to dampen it, and she locked her arms tight as she rode the orgasm hard. She found herself humping, desperately humping downward into the rug, trying to press the dildo deeper inside. She shuttered.
Her second orgasm seemed to last an eternity, and when her body finally cooled down she felt the muscles in her calves and arms burning like she had just pressed a thousand reps. She turned her head sideways, rubbing her face into the rug, trying to get some play with her blindfold while she endlessly panted, struggling to regain her breath.
When a pair of hands seized her by the hips and pulled her upright, she screamed into her gag. She hadn't even heard anyone come down the basement stairs. She hadn't been aware of anyone or anything else in the room. The orgasm had been all consuming.
She tried to say, "Simon? Is that you?" but with the ball gag is came out more as a spattered mumble.
She felt herself carried just a few short steps, and then she was gently leaned forward. She immediately recognized the soft cushions on the back of the couch as she was draped over it like a blanket. With her stomach at the pinnacle of the couch, the man behind her unlocked the cuffs linking her bound wrists to her ankles, and her legs dropped. On tip-toes, she barely could touch the carpeted floor.
Her thong was pulled to the side of her ass, and she felt her pussy thrust the dildo out, so slick with her juices it practically flew. It made a loud thump on the floor below. It was immediately replaced by a warm, hard cock.
Strong arms seized her by the hair, and pulled her back. She moaned, her eyes shooting into the back of her head. She loved to have her hair pulled while she was fucked. The cock behind her began to thrust. It wasn't the slow, calculated loving making that came with a build up. It was an urgency. He needed to cum.
Suddenly the blindfold flew from her face, and she was momentarily blinded by the light. She hadn't realized how long she had been blindfolded until now, her eyes taking several long minutes to adjust while he thrust in and out of her from behind. She tried to pull her legs apart, wanting him deeper inside her, but her ankle cuffs remained. She felt herself pulling at them in time with each thrust, jingling like bells, and soon she realized that yet again another orgasm was building inside her.
When her eyes finally adjusted, she realized that Simon had positioned her over the couch so she could see the big screen TV. It took her a moment to realize that, playing on the TV from a mounted angle, the woman hogtied and struggling on the floor wasn't a porn tape at all, but was her.
Simon's urgency increased yet again as he started to grunt and moan. She herself was gasping into her ball gag, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the woman on the screen. Hogtied and in her black corset and long knee-high boots, she was so beautiful, so sexy, and so unbelievably helpless there. She didn't recognize herself, how tight her own ass was as she came the second time, how sexy she looked as she struggled in her bonds and moaned desperately into the ball gag. How her hair was now a wild, chaotic mess instead of the sexy schoolgirl pigtails she had arrived in. And with every twist and turn she made, the camera caught a brief glimpse of the vibrator's base held in place by that thin strip of fabric.
She loved it.
When her final orgasm hit, she tried to drop her head into the couch as she had the rug, but Simon tugged at her hair and forced her to watch herself cumming. If Simon wasn't pinning her to the back of the couch, she would have spasmed right off and landed on the floor. She cried out, moaning and gasping, biting hard into the gag, rolling her eyes and feeling her pussy aching. It was the biggest orgasm yet. So massive and overwhelming.
Somewhere far, far away, she recognized the sound of Simon cumming. She barely felt his fingernails digging into her hip as she held her tight to him, shooting his load deep inside her.
When he finally released her, she collapsed over and onto the coach in a lump of sweat, leather, and hair. Her orgasm was still rocking her, subsiding slowly like aftershocks from a quake. Walking around the armrest, Simon carefully lifted her to the side, re-cuffed her wrists to her ankles, and took a seat next to her.
He cradled her head gently and lovingly in his lap, and finally undid the ball gag. It was sopping wet.
"Well," he smiled, clearing his throat. "What do you think of my little surprise?"
She looked up and him, and was intimately aware of her bound and helpless position. And his cock, still dripping wet.
"How long have you been home?"
"A while," he said with a sly smile. "I was watching you the whole time from the closet. It's where I keep the recording equipment. Was that too rough for you? What did you honestly think?
"This is what I think," she smiled.
Wiggling forward in her hogtie, she opened her mouth, and took his wet cock in, licking and sucking. He didn't take long to grow hard again. |
Steven & His Mom at the Pool | 535,797 | 4.5 | 271,046 | [] | *All the characters depicted in this story are 18 or over.*
Steven's mom Andrea, his aunt Tracey and their friend Lillian had been out in the backyard for a couple of hours, sitting around the pool and drinking martinis. They were all quite flushed and the conversation and the laughter had been getting raunchier and louder as the afternoon progressed. The women were in and out of the pool and there was lots of curvaceous flesh jiggling and swim suit adjusting going on, all of which was very distracting for Andrea's son.
Steven had been cutting the grass but he had also been sneaking peaks at the scantily clad older women as he marched back and forth across the yard. The three ladies were all in their late thirties and in very good shape. They all hung out at the same health club where they exercised daily. His aunt Tracey and his mom were both striking blondes with hour glass figures. His mom, Andrea was wearing a white bikini that struggled to contain her voluptuous curves. Tracey was wearing tight shorts and a largely unbuttoned shirt that was tied off at her bared waist. Their friend Lillian was a couple of years older. She was a striking red-head and was wearing a shear yellow wrap over a black one piece swim suit. The suit was just a few strips of satin that criss-crossed over her melon sized breasts and through her crotch, barely covering her most intriguing parts.
Steven, being a typical eighteen year old, was having a hard time keeping his eyes off the women fooling around. He was fascinated by all that barely covered female anatomy and he had an aching hard-on to prove it. It was hot and he was wearing a pair of baggy track shorts that fortunately hid his embarrassing condition. But his attention wasn't going unnoticed. There were a number of smiling glances directed his way followed by whispered remarks then gales of laughter. Steven wasn't sure that they were talking about him but he was uncomfortable at the thought that they might be.
He tried to stop staring as he walked behind the stand-up bar at the far end of the pool. There was a fridge there and Steven got himself a Pepsi. As he stood next to the fridge he saw Lillian say something to his mom. Then she got up and headed towards him. She walked like a model, confidently striding with one foot in front of the other until she reached him. She sat down at the bar, pulled off her thin wrap and let it fall across the back of the stool behind her. She leaned a little bit towards Steven and smiled as his eyes were drawn to the beckoning cleavage between her creamy breasts. She shifted in her chair to make her generous boobs ripple and was rewarded by a stifled gasp from her friend's staring son. Steven stood there like a deer caught in the headlights, his eyes riveted to Lillian's chest.
"See something you like?..." she asked the boy casually.
"I!...Ahhhh!...I'm sorry Mrs. Anderson!..." Steven stammered, turning a scarlet red as he yanked his eyes up to see the red head watching him with an amused expression.
"Don't apologize Steven! I'll take that as a compliment. Would you get me a diet Coke please!..."
Steven immediately turned to the bar fridge to get Mrs. Anderson her drink. He rummaged around for a few moments and said without looking...
"We don't seem to have any!..."
The next thing he knew he was enveloped in a cloud of Mrs. Anderson's exotic perfume as she came up behind him. He caught his breath as she pressed against him from behind. She reached around his waist and into the fridge to try and find her drink.
As she did so she leaned heavily into Steven, making sure to thrust her conical breasts into his back.
"There were a couple in here earlier!...They must be here somewhere!..." she murmured in his ear as she squirmed against him under the pretext of trying to find her drink.
"Ohhh!...I!...I didn't see any!..." Steven whispered as the press of Mrs. Anderson's generous curves aroused him. He slowly stood up straight to ease the pressure on his cock as his mother's friend writhed against him.
Lillian was enjoying teasing her friend's son. He had a wonderfully athletic young body and Lillian purred happily as she ground herself against him. She closed the door of the fridge, turned slightly and nudged Steven towards the bar. She was directly behind him as he faced the two other women at the other end of the pool. Lillian placed one hand on his shoulder as she brought her other hand around his waist from behind.
"Wait a minute!.." she said as she casually slid her palm across the front of his shorts. She smiled as she felt Steven suck in his breath.
"I think I've found something!..." she said, pressing her palm warmly over Steven's growing erection.
"Ohhhhh....Ahhhhh!...Mrs. Anderson!..." the red faced young man gasped, too embarrassed to even turn around and look at the woman who was groping him so outrageously.
"Ohhh!...Ahhh!...Steven!..." Lillian teased, mimicking her friend's son as she slid her hand up and down over the length of his rapidly stiffening tool.
"Mmmm!...That's not a can of diet Coke in your pocket is it honey?..." the sultry red-head asked as she fondled him through his baggy shorts.
"Whattt?...Ohhh my God!..." Steven moaned again as his mother's friend kneaded his tumescent flesh. He bent over a little at the waist, shyly trying to evade Mrs. Anderson's provocative touch. But the wanton older woman just reached in further and closed her hand on his responsive cock through his shorts.
"Ohhhh!..." was Steven's immediate strangled response.
"That's quite a hard-on you've got there young man!... What could have gotten you so excited?... It's not little old me is it?..." Lillian asked.
"Can I ask you a question honey?...Your mother thinks you've been going through her underthings... you know... her bras and her panties!...That would only be natural at your age!...Have you been browsing through your mother's underwear Steven?..."
Steven groaned miserably and flushed a brilliant crimson at Mrs. Anderson's question. He had in fact just a few days ago taken a pair of his mother's panties, which he had hidden in his closet after he had used them to masturbate. He couldn't believe that his mother might have noticed they were missing and told her friend about it.
Lillian noticed his embarrassed reaction to her question and smiled as she slipped her hand up through the loose leg opening of Steven's shorts and clasped his throbbing erection in her hand.
"Noooo!...I didn'ttt!....Unnnnnnn!....Unnnnnn!..." the young man whimpered in embarrassed excitement.
"I'll bet you've been jacking off with your mother's panties haven't you Steven?...The little black ones with the lace trim!...You have, haven't you?...What a naughty boy!...My panties are in the change room...Should I go get them?..." Lillian teased, her shoulder flexing rhythmically as she worked Steven over with practiced skill.
"Unnnn!....Unnn!...Ohhhh!...Please!... Mrs. Anderson!...You're going to make me come if you keep doing that!....Ahhhh!...I don't think I can hold it!..." Steven cried, not knowing what his mother's friend's response would be if he came in her hand. But he still couldn't help himself from thrusting himself in and out of her rhythmically shuttling palm!
"Are you going to come so quickly dear!...I think that's sweet!...You're close aren't you baby?...Very close!...Ummm Hmmm!...And that's good because here comes your aunt!..."
"What!...Oh Nooo!..." Steven's gasped, his head snapping up. He was aghast to see his aunt Tracey talking over her shoulder to his mother as she walked towards the bar.
Mrs. Anderson began to jack him in short hard strokes and whispered in his ear in time with her lurid masturbation...."Come baby!...Come on!... Pretend I'm your mother!...You know you'd love it if she'd jerk you off like this!....Shoot it baby!...Come for mommy!... Ummm Hmmm!...Let it go!...Unn Hnnn!...Come on!... Give it to me!... Give it to me now!...." Lillian urged as Steven rested his knuckles on the bar and moaned. His thighs trembled with tension as he strained upwards from his toes, hunching frantically into Mrs. Anderson's irresistibly coaxing palm.
"Hello you two!...What are you doing?..." Steven's aunt asked as she sat down at the bar.
Lillian smiled at her friend over Brian's shoulder.
"What does it look like we're doing?..." she asked with a lewd wink and a significant nod down towards Steven's groin.
Tracey looked down, her eyes widening in shocked surprise as she saw her friend's hand flailing away under Steven's shorts.
Steven was mortified that his sexy aunt had discovered him in such an embarrassing situation. Some of the stiffness did in fact go out of his boner, but still he reflexively hunched in and out of Mrs. Anderson's lewdly masturbating hand.
"My Goddd!...Lillian!...How could you?..." Tracey cried as she watched her friend jerking her nephew off. Steven didn't even notice his aunt's growing smile as she watched the swollen knob of his cock jabbing frenziedly at the front of his tented shorts.
"Ohhh!...Aunt Tracey!...It's nott!...Ohhh!...Unnn!....Aggghhh!..." Steven gasped.
"Well dear!...First, you take his cock in your hand... then, you make a fist and squeeze it and jiggle it...then, when he's really hard, you stroke him up and down!... Lillian teased.
"Unnnn!...Unnn!...Oh my Goddd!...Please!..." Steven pleaded, writhing in embarrassment in front of his aunt. But Mrs. Anderson ignored his distress. She just kept stroking him under his shorts, making his pre-come stream from his gaping pee slit as she brought him to the brink of orgasm.
"Pretty soon he'll get really big and the come will start to leak out and everything will start to get all slippery and messy!...Then you can either go really, really fast, like this!..." Lillian demonstrated, leaning around Steven and racing her hand up and down his furiously engorged cock.
"Ngaaaa!...Waittt!...Ohhhhh!...Ohhhh!...Ahhhhh..." the cringing youth cried, rising up on his toes as his excitement overwhelmed him. His testicles lurched, then spasmed and a searing stream of come jetted from his cock.
"Yeahhhh!...That usually works!..." Lillian murmured with a smug smile at Tracey as Steven began to come.
"Unnn!....Unnnn!...Unnnnn!..." Steven grunted as the wanton red head jacked him off with urgent strokes. Lillian pressed hotly against the panting youth, enjoying the way he shuddered with every fiery spurt of sperm she extracted with her deftly coaxing hand. A huge dark stain of come was spreading over the front of Steven's shorts as Lillian skillfully masturbated him.
"Or you can do short, hard strokes!...Like this!..." she demonstrated, changing her hand movements. Now she stroked Steven forcefully, deliberately in time with his wrenching orgasm.
"Oohhh!....Ohhh!...Naaaaa!..." Steven whimpered as the older woman deftly worked him over, forcing him through a long, devastating ejaculation.
"That's good for getting all that juicy come out, isn't it Steven?..." Mrs. Anderson taunted.
"Unnn Hnnn!...Yesss!...Goddd!..." Steven whimpered as his cock began to loose some of its extreme rigidity and his scalding flow of juice slowed to a trickle.
"Either way you can make him come pretty easily once you get him excited enough!...I thought you knew how to do this stuff Tracey!...The boys all love it!...There!...Did I get it all sweetie?..." the red head whispered into the trembling youth's ear. She pulled Steven's shorts down, casually exposing his come slathered genitals to his enthralled aunt. Lillian stopped her juicy masturbation and began to cruise the pad of her thumb back and forth over Steven's super sensitive knob.
"Unnnn!....Unnnn!...Godddd!...Yesss!.." he gasped, shuddering as Mrs. Anderson's expert fondling enticed the last drops of sperm from his groin. His erection quickly began to dwindle in front of his aunt's smoldering gaze
"I know how to do it Lillian!..." Tracey said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"I just can't believe you've masturbated my nephew right in front of me!..." Steven's aunt said with an amazed yet calculating gleam in her eye.
"I certainly can't imagine what his mother is going to say when she hears about this!..."
"Whaaatttt?..." Steven cried in disbelief.
"You're not going to tell her!" he moaned as Lillian smeared his come around his groin.
"Why of course dear!...She's your mother!...I'm sure she'll be very concerned!..." Tracey answered, staring in fascination at the vast quantity of greasy sperm that her friend was rubbing over Steven's stomach.
Then Tracey got up and walked back to her sister. Lillian leaned close to Steven's ear and whispered..."Oh Oh!...It looks like someone's going to be in a lot of trouble now!...". Then she too left him and walked back around the pool to join her friends.
Steven looked on in dismay as the three women spoke quietly together. His mother glanced over at him sharply and her eyes burned into his. After listening to her sister and her friend for a moment longer, Andrea abruptly stood up and pointed a long, accusing finger at her son. She crooked her finger at him to follow her and she headed into the house.
Steven hastily pulled up his shorts, wrapped a towel around his waist and plodded from the pool house. He hurried past the wickedly smiling Lillian and Tracey without looking at them, his face burning with embarrassment.
In the house he just glimpsed his mother striding up the stairs in her high heels and he dutifully followed her into her bedroom.
Andrea closed the door loudly behind him then swung around to face her cringing son. Her generous breasts were heaving under the miniscule bikini top as she glared at Steven. He backed away from his seething mother, terrified of what she was going to say. Andrea put her fists on her hips as she stormed...
"Your aunt has been telling me an unbelievable story about you and my friend Lillian, young man!...Would you care to give me your version?..."
"Mom!...I didn't mean for anything to happen!...Nothing did happen!...Mrs. Anderson just!...she!...she!..."
"Oh of course!...I get it!...You didn't do anything!...It was all Lillian!...She just had her way with you, is that it?...You were an innocent victim!...And really nothing happened anyway!...Is that it young man?...'
"Yeah!...Really!...It was just like that mom!...Please don't be mad at me!...
"Oh I'm not mad Steven! ...I just want to get to the bottom of this! ...Now drop that towel!..."
Steven looked at his mother with a pleading, pitiful look. But he could see that she wasn't convinced with his explanation and he didn't want to make her even more angry than she already was. Nervously he let his towel drop to the floor.
Andrea stared in amazement at the stained and sodden shorts that hung from her son's waist. Her eyes flashed angrily into Steven's.
"Oh I can see nothing happened alright!...Now drop those shorts!.."
"But mom!...There's no point in me taking off my shorts!...You can see what happened!.. I'm sorry!...But it wasn't all my fault!..."
"I'm not interested in your excuses!...Take off your shorts!..."
Steven shifted around uncomfortably for a moment then reluctantly stripped off his shorts.
Andrea sucked in her breath as her son exposed his come smeared genitals to her. His prick, even though limp, was huge and beautifully sculpted. There were pearly tracks of sperm smeared everywhere over his groin. And his cock was wonderfully crimson and distended after Lillian's lurid hand job.
Andrea's hand reflexively drifted up to one of her breasts, which she idly began to press as she studied her son's handsome genitals. Steven hands came around in front of him as he tried to shield his exposed flesh from his mother.
"Put you hands behind your back!...Do as I say!...That's better!...Now Lillian told me that you've been masturbating with my panties!...Is that true Steven?..." Andrea questioned without taking her eyes from her son's naked groin.
Steven was incredibly uncomfortable with his mother staring at his bared cock. But he was also mesmerized by the way she was unconsciously fondling herself. Her hand was cupped under one of her amazing breasts and she was squeezing it and lifting it, her fingers gradually sinking deeper and deeper into that creamy flesh through her bikini. Steven sucked in his breath as he felt the stirrings of arousal growing again in his groin.
"Oh no!..." he thought..."Not now!...Oh please God!...Pleaseee!...Not now!..."
To his mother he said..."I did it once...but...but...I won't do it again!...I promise!..."
Andrea couldn't tear her eyes away from her son's exposed cock. She was sure she'd just seen it give a little twitch. My God! How big was he when he was hard? It had been quite a while since she'd been with a young man. She trembled with excitement as she imagined her son's big cock growing rigid against the thrust of her loins.
"Did you use my clean panties?...Or the ones from the laundry?..." Andrea asked quietly.
Her eyes became hooded as she pictured taking his tool in her hand, feeling those knotted veins bulge under her pressing fingers. The fact that she was his mother only heightened her growing arousal. She could imagine his rigid flesh stretching and filling her slowly, deliciously as she worked that rugged shaft deep into her needy hole. Her hand closed so hard on her breast that she popped it out from under her tiny bikini top.
"I used the dirty ones!...Oh myyyy!...Mommm!..." Steven gasped
"Ummm Hmmm!...." Andrea hissed, as her fingers brushed her responsive nipple, sending a lightning bolt of excitement darting through her groin. She felt her own juices begin to trickle down into the crotch of her bikini panties.
"You used the dirty ones did you young man?...Actually the ones I'm wearing are just about ready for the wash!...Maybe we should make sure they're really dirty first!...What do you think Steven?...Would you like to do that?..." Andrea purred, advancing on her petrified son. Steven backed away until he was up against the wall.
Andrea followed him, lifting her succulent breast in the palm of her hand and offering it to her gaping son. Her eyes sparkled with amusement as Steven's cock started to grow erect and swing upright at his groin in response to her lewd teasing.
"Mom!...Oh God!...You don't mean..!...We couldn't!...I couldn't!..." Steven moaned unconvincingly.
He'd never really had any particular fantasies about his mother before, but he was having them now. This sexy blonde, who was his mother, was looking at him like he was lunch. Andrea's perfume was clouding his senses as she neared him. His heart began to pound with confused but undeniable sexual arousal. He watched as her nipple grew red and hard and jutted out temptingly from her swollen globe. He wanted to suck on it... badly. He reached out but Andrea whispered...
"Put your hands behind you!...Don't move them unless I tell you to!...Now let's see what you do with your mother's panties!..."
In her high heels Andrea was just as tall as Steven. She pulled her bikini top down so that her two generous melons were bared and thrusting urgently over the top of the twisted material. She stepped close to her gaping son and put her hands on his shoulders. She spread her legs apart and thrust her crotch into his. Her juicy slit spread under her panties and molded itself to Steven's turgid erection while her hard nipples brushed tantalizingly against his chest. Her face was very close to his and she smiled as her son sucked in his breath, his whole body stiffening in furious arousal. She rubbed her covered cunt up and down suggestively for a moment against his cock and then stopped.
"Oh mom!...Mom!...Oh my God!..." Steven cried. He couldn't believe his voluptuous mother was teasing him like this. His naked erection was pounding eagerly against her lewdly tempting loins. He was so excited he couldn't stop himself from hunching back against the inviting press of her gently rounded mons.
"This was what I was afraid of!..." Andrea purred as she leaned in even closer. She let her legs spread a little further apart so that she could enjoy the excruciating friction of her son's hesitant dry fucking.
"You have no self control, young man!...You're full of unhealthy, obscene feelings about your mother!...What am I going to do with you?..." Andrea questioned in a throaty murmur as her own juices began to stream into her thong panties as she twisted against her son's steely shaft.
"Nooo!...No!...It's not true!..." Steven gasped, even as arousal soared and he frantically writhed against his mother's inviting pussy.
"You mean I can trust you baby?...Because that's all a mother really wants!...To be able to trust her son!...To always be able to trust him!..."
"Ohhhh!....Unnnn!...Yes mom!...Oh Godddd!...You can trust me!...Unnn!...I swear!..." Steven gasped. His cock was seething against the tantalizing press of his mother's cunt. This time she was going to be the one to make him come all over her panties.
But Andrea had other plans for her unsuspecting son.
"That's all I wanted to know!...That I can trust you!...No matter what!...Even when I do this!..." she panted, rising up on her toes. Andrea pulled her panties aside with one hand and then fisted his pulsing tool. Steven trembled with excitement as his mother bent one knee and raised it beside his hip. With her eyes burning into his, she steered his bulging knob to the entrance to her vagina and held it there.
"Unnnn!...Mommm!...What are you doing?...You're not...!...We can'ttt!..."
"Don't you want to fuck me baby?...Don't you want to stick your cock in me and fuck me?...Fuck your mother's cunt?...Don't you want to motherfuck me Steven?..." Andrea purred as she brushed Steven's ear with her moist lips.
"Motherfuck me baby!...Come on!...Motherfuck me!..." Andrea chanted in a lurid whisper, pressing her son's hard-on into the center of her juicy slit.
Steven was standing there, totally rigid, his eyes as wide as saucers as he stared back at his mother in disbelief. He couldn't believe the obscene invitation she was offering him. Even with his cock poised between her fluttering labia he couldn't imagine she would really let him do it.
Andrea smiled at her son's obvious uncertainty. Without waiting for his answer, she put her hands back on Steven's shoulders and steadied herself on her tip toes. Then she relaxed her thighs and dropped down on him, sheathing the first three inches of his cock inside her.
"Whatttt!....Naaaa!...Waitttt!...Momm!...Nooo!..." Steven gasped in confusion and excitement. He couldn't believe what was happening, that he was really inside his mothers' clinging vagina.
Andrea pressed her lips close to Steven's ear and whispered huskily..."I trust you baby!...You won't come inside me, will you?...You can fuck me just a little but don't come inside me!...O.K.?...Just put it in a little sweetheart!...Ummm!...Just a little bit!.." she purred, rising up again on her toes and then dropping down and taking another inch of Steven's throbbing member. She smiled as his shaft ballooned to an enormous girth inside her, stretching her deliciously. She knew she'd have her feverish young son coming in no time and there was nothing he could do about it.
"Ohh!...Ohhh!...Mom!...Don'ttt!...I can'tt!...I can'tttt!..." Steven yelped as he pressed the palms of his hands against the wall behind him and helplessly hunched up into his mother's juicy folds. Andrea remained on her toes, but with every little upwards thrust that Steven made she allowed herself to sink a little further down his shaft until she had three quarters of his massive tool filling her.
"So good baby!...Ummmm!...You're fucking mommy so good!...Unnn Hnnnn!...That's it!...That's it!...Motherfuck me!...Unn Hnnn!...Go onnn!..." Andrea encouraged, impaling herself even further on her son's turgid erection and then getting both feet back under her.
Biting her lip in concentration Andrea began to raise and lower her loins on Steven's glistening shaft. Up and down she posted her silky cunt on his tool in an incendiary fuck rhythm.
When Steven felt his mother's molten pussy gliding up and down on him, he knew he couldn't hold it any longer!
"Unnn!...Unnn!...Mommm!... Stoppp!!... Pleaseee!!... I'm!... Gonna!... Come!..." he gasped, scrabbling at his mother's hips as he tried to withdraw from her leeching vagina.
"Wait baby!...Just another minute!...I'm so close!...Don't come yet, lover!...Don't come inside me!..." Andrea urged, her eyes smoldering into her son's as she clutched his shoulders and began to work her cunt up and down on him in an urgent, irresistible rhythm.
"Unnnn!...Nooo!...Please!..." Steven moaned, trying to pull out as his mother milked his adolescent prick. But she had him off balance and pinned against the wall and he couldn't get away.
"Don't come inside me!...You promised, my little motherfucker!...motherfucker!... mother fucker!..." Andrea whispered with a wanton smile, jamming her moist tongue deep into Steven's ear. At the same time she let one hand drift back behind her. She reached in under her ass and cupped her son's drum taut testicles in her palm. Closing her little hand on them she deliberately dragged the nail of her outstretched index finger across Steven's tender perineum. That was it for her gasping son! She felt his balls spasm in her hand as a huge stream of come gushed into her womb.
Andrea's eyes went wide with delight when she felt the first rush of her son's seething sperm spurt into the mouth of her womb.
"Ohhh myyy!...Steven!...You're notttt!...Ohhhhh!..." Andrea gasped, her eyes sparkling into her son's with wanton excitement.
"Ohhhhhh!...Nooooo!...." Steven cried as he writhed and twisted under his mother's siphoning pussy. He tried, but he couldn't hold back the rush of sperm that was spewing inside her.
"Oh noo baby!...Don'tttt!...Don'tt come inside me!...Please!...You said you wouldn't!... Oh nooo!..." Andrea pleaded in feigned distress. At the same time she impaled herself to the root of her son's twitching member while reaching around and clutching his ass in her hands. The splash of her son's gushing sperm inside her triggered her own orgasm.
"Ohhhhhh!....Ummmmm!...Goddd!..." she hissed quietly, as her pussy began to spasm excruciatingly on her son's convulsing tool.
"Nooooo!...Nooo!...Don'ttt!...Pleasee!..." Andrea moaned in Steven's ear, punctuating her pleading by jerking her son's reluctant loins into hers in time with her orgasm. It felt so good she could barely stand it, especially as his searing cream began to trickle from the depths of her pussy and down the inside of her thigh.
"Unnnn!....Unnnn!...Mommmm!...I can't!...I can't help it!..." Steven whimpered in frantic despair as his orgasm thundered through him. It felt like his cock was on fire as his mother shimmied on his convulsing loins. He tried to pull out but she wouldn't let him.
"Ohhh!...Ummmm!...Ummm Hmmm!..." Andrea murmured contentedly. Her throbbing cunt was wringing the come from her son's balls like she was squeezing out a dishrag.
"You little shit!...I'm not on the pill right now!... Ohhh!...What if you're knocking me up?... Goddd!...What if you're making me pregnant right now!...Right this minute!...Ohhhh!... You little motherfucker!...Ohhhh Goddd!..." Andrea murmured, knowing her obscene commentary was inflaming her son even further. And she was right. His come continued to bathe her insides in frantic spurts even though she could tell he was just about emptied.
"I'm sorryyy!...Sooo Sorry!...Mother!...Please!..." Steven whimpered, shifting pitifully from foot to foot as his rampant tool began to lose it's edge and the rush of his sperm began to dwindle.
Andrea smiled as her son sobbed in front of her, the tears running down his crimson cheeks. She writhed contentedly on Steven's still faintly pulsing cock for a moment longer and then she stopped, her eyes boring into his.
"How could you!...You said I could trust you!...You promised you wouldn't!...But you did anyway!...You came inside of me!...Didn't you?...Didn't you?..." Andrea ranted in mock outrage as she dismounted her son's scarlet shaft and stepped away from him. She strode across the room to her make-up table. In her high heels, her ass shifted back and forth alluringly under her thong bikini. She turned and stared at her son's livid penis for a moment then she returned her eyes to his.
"Look what you've done!...Just look!..." Andrea said, stripping her bikini bottom off and putting her hands on her hips. She leaned back against the edge of the table and spread her thighs. Steven stared mesmerized at the greasy, swollen labia peeking out from his mother's come tangled bush. Her little bra was still twisted up under her thrusting breasts. Even though he had just fucked her, Steven hadn't really seen his mother naked. Now with her whorishly offered breasts and her just fucked bloom on lewd display, Andrea looked incredibly sexy to her guilt ridden son.
Andrea knew what she was doing as she wantonly displayed her nudity to her son. She kept her vagina tightly clenched so that the majority of Steven's come remained inside her.
"Come here!...I want you to see it!...Really see it!..." Andrea commanded, pointing to a spot on the floor in front of her.
Steven shuffled nearer to his mother, not really understanding what she wanted.
When he was near, Andrea reached out and tangled one hand in his hair and forced him to his knees directly in front of her. Steven looked up at his mother in anxious bewilderment. She glared down at him through the cleavage of her looming breasts, her one hand still firmly planted on her hip, the other directing his face upwards.
"My cunt's full Steven!...Ummm Hmmm!...Full of hot come!...The come you just put there!... So much come that it's filling me and running down my leg!...I want you to look at what you've done!..." Andrea taunted, glaring down at her cringing son.
With that she widened her stance a little more and tipped her pelvis up, virtually thrusting her greasy cunt into Steven's face.
Steven was awestruck by his close up view of his mother's groin. There were trails of sperm criss-crossing Andrea's blonde muff and streaking her thighs. Her labia were scarlet and swollen from her recent fuck and bulging provocatively. Her crotch reeked of sex and sweat, an odor that was incredibly erotic. Steven's excitement mounted even further as his mother reached into her groin and parted her labia with two fingers. She spread the livid pink slash of her cunt mouth and Steven gaped at her most intimate parts. Andrea knew Steven was getting aroused by her lewd display. She wanted him hard again and she knew just how to push his adolescent buttons. She relaxed a little and allowed a trickle of pearlescent come to dribble from her pussy.
"Ohhh my!...I'm leaking!...Look at that!..." Andrea murmured, tightening her grip on her son's hair and pulling his face a little closer.
"Ohhhhhh!...Mommmm!..." Steven murmured glancing up into his mother's flushed face as she stared down at him. But he quickly lowered his gaze to watch the slimy goo ooze out of her vagina in a sluggish stream. It dribbled slowly through Andrea's slit, seeping through her crotch and down her thigh.
Andrea smiled to see her son's cock lurching upright once more at his groin as he knelt in front of her. She angled her pussy even higher and framed her inflamed clitoris between her V shaped fingers.
"Feeling all your come inside me is so exciting baby!...You've got me so hot!...Look how swollen I am!...I'm ready to burst!... Lick it for me baby!...Lick my clit!..." Andrea urged, dragging Steven's face right up to her glistening quim.
"Mommm!...Noooo!..." Steven panted, resisting the pull of her insistent hand. He couldn't believe his mother wanted him to go down on her. There was no way he was going to get any of that come in his mouth and yet he longed to taste his mother's beckoning pussy.
Andrea knew what he was thinking. And she also knew that with a little more coaxing and he'd be eating her out like it was his last meal.
"Just use the tip of your tongue baby!...Just lick it a little!..." Andrea urged in a girlish pleading.
Hesitantly, Steven extended his tongue as his mother forced his face into her crotch.
"Yesssss!...." Andrea hissed as her son hesitantly swiped his tongue back and forth over her responsive sex trigger.
"Goddd!...Yesss!..." she groaned again, hunching down gently on her son's tentative tongue. She relaxed a little more, feeding him just a few drops of the steamy come she was holding inside.
"Uhhhh!...Uhhhhh!...Mmmm!.." Steven murmured eagerly. There was an oily, metallic taste to his mother's crotch but it wasn't bad really. And having his sexy mother writhing against his searching tongue was the most exciting thing he had ever imagined. His hands came up to grip her hips as he applied the flat of his tongue to the apex of her slit.
"Unnn!...Goddd! ..Yeahhh!...Eat me baby!...Unnn Hnnn!...That's it!...That's it!..." Andrea encouraged as her son cautiously savored her dripping vagina. She was going to have a big come, she could tell. All she needed was for Steven to get to work at her seething loins.
"You like that don't you baby!...You're going to eat me so good, aren't you baby?..." Andrea teased as she slowly stood upright, holding her son's face tight to her crotch.
Steven could barely manage a muffled..."Umm Hmmm!..." as he gazed up expectantly into Andrea's sparkling eyes.
Steven's mother took two small steps forward and straddled his shoulders, forcing him to bend over backwards beneath her. In her high heels Andrea towered over Steven. She smiled down at him as he peered back up at her from between her firmly pressing thighs. With her eyes smoldering into his, she reached down and pulled apart her vagina, spreading herself luridly on her son's upturned face .
"Mmmmm!...Mmmm!...Wwaahhh!..." Steven moaned, looking up apprehensively at his mother. He had to drop his hands behind him to support himself as Andrea began to grind her juicy trench back and forth on his lips, his chin, his nose... on all of his wide-eyed face.
"Ummm!...Come on baby!...Put your tongue inside me!....Go on!...See what mommy's got for you!..." Andrea snarled, pulling his face in tighter to her. She bore down on her vaginal muscles and smiled to feel more of the viscous sperm emerge from her pussy.
"Mmmmm!...Mmwahhh!...Naahhh!..." Steven sputtered as the warm goo bathed his surprised face. Suddenly his mother's sodden slit was enveloping his mouth and his nose. He could barely breathe! Her steamy interior was smothering him. But the feel and taste of her juicy loins was so overwhelming that Steve couldn't resist her. His mouth opened wide, his tongue lashed out and he attacked her seething pussy like a starving man.
"Unnnnn!...Unnnn!...Baby!...Baby!...Yessss!...My little motherfucker!...My little cunt licker!...That's it!..." Andrea groaned, throwing back her head and bearing down on her son's slavering mouth as her insides drew taut in response to his salacious assault.
"Unnnn!...Goddd!...Yesss!...Yessss!...Yesss!..." she cried as another orgasm overcame her and the spasms began to wrack her loins. She crossed her ankles, scissoring Steven's head between her meaty thighs as she twisted on his mouth.
As her loins convulsed she lost control of her vaginal muscles and the huge pool of come that she had been still holding inside came gushing out. She looked down excitedly and locked her eyes on her son's as the torrent of come spewed into his face.
"Phwwaahhh!...Mmmfhhhhh!...Unnnn!...Mommmm!..." Steven sputtered frantically, gagging on the deluge of sperm that was drenching him. He tried to scramble out from beneath his mother's spasming loins. But Andrea held him firmly in place between her muscular thighs.
"Yessss!...Don't stop baby!...I need you now!...Ummm Hmmm!...Eat me you little shit!...Get you tongue in there and eat me!..." Andrea hissed, forcing Steven's face furiously into her spasming groin.
Although Steven struggled, he couldn't free himself from his mother's feverish embrace.
"Ummmm!...Ummmm!...Yeahhh!..." Andrea groaned, continuing to ride her son's face as her climax rocked her loins. Steven choked and sputtered beneath the seemingly endless flow of fluids that streamed from his mother's pussy. His face was totally smeared from his hair line to his chin with greasy sperm.
"Ngggggg!...Naaaaa!...Noooo!..." he whimpered beneath his mother's plunging loins.
Andrea ignored her son's pitiful gasping and pulled his face even tighter into her crotch to savor the diminishing spasms of her orgasm.
Steven was totally smothered by his mother's steamy cunt. He couldn't breathe and soon his vision began to blur. There was still the far away feeling of moist flesh and wiry pubic hair frictioning his face but soon even that sensation passed and Steven began to slump beneath his mother's loins.
Andrea smiled when she realized that her son was on the verge of passing out beneath her. Gracefully she released his come smeared face from between her thighs and lowered his head to the floor. Steven stared up at her with glassy eyes, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath
With her legs still spread in a vee above him, Andrea bore down with her inner muscles, forcing the last of the come from her smoldering depths and allowing it to drip down onto her son's upturned face.
Steven watched as from a distance as the gooey cream ran from his mother's vagina and trickled obscenely into his open mouth. He didn't even want to turn away.
Andrea smiled down at her son as he panted and licked his lips beneath her.
"You've been such a good boy baby!...I can't wait to tell your aunt Tracey!...I'm sure she's got some dirty panties with your name on them!...Laundry day at her house is tomorrow!...You might want to get a good night's sleep!.." |
Stitches in Time | 12,888 | 4.72 | 910,484 | [
"miscarriage",
"time"
] | Whir...whir. The simple cotton gingham slipped through her fingers as the presser foot fed it out. A single row of white stitches ran along the other side. Like tiny soldiers they performed their duty, holding the piece of fabric together. Locked tightly in this war against time and decay.
Clackety...clack. Her mind slipped back. To another time and place. Her Nana sat upright like a centennial guarding a great fortress. Her foot upon the large wrought-iron peddle that ran from side-to-side of the wooden and metal sewing machine housing. She pushed the bar down and the wheels turned in time. The stitches lay in straight lines at her command.
Tap...tap. Her tiny hands tapped out the rhythm in time with Nana's foot. She was a big girl now. Helping out. The stitches appearing at her command to the rat-a-tat-tat of her little hand upon that great big wheel.
Whoosh...whoosh. The material slipped seamlessly through her fingers. Just as the final sands slipped from the top of the hour glass. Pooled at the bottom. Ready to be turned. To begin again. Another turn at the fabric of life...fragile though its stitches be.
She held up the tiny dress. It was so small. So impossibly small. Like the doll dresses that Nana had made for her at that ancient machine. But Nana was gone. Had been gone for over twenty years. A life time. An eternity...or so it seemed.
She picked up a pink bow and sewed it about the tiny hole where the neck would be. She fiddled with it for several impossibly long moments. It had to be perfect. It just had to be. Nothing else would do. Perfection.
"Good girl." The words echoed off the sides of her mind. Bounced for an eternity from neuron to neuron. How many times had she heard those words? Had many times had her Nana praised her for being her 'good little girl?' When she sat so still in church. When she sat her peas. Even when she just waited patiently for her to finish her doll's dress.
She placed the final stitch that would hold the bow in place. She knew that it would not last forever. Would not hold through all time. Nothing ever did. And no matter how good a girl you were, it was never enough. People came and they went. Things changed. Time moved on. Just like the wheels and gears that turned the peddle of Nana's old sewing machine.
The foot upon the peddle turned the wheel at the side. A belt connected it to another smaller wheel that turned a wheel upon the sewing machine. The needle went up and down. And with it the threads of time. They caught on other threads from the bobbin beneath. Stitches formed. Some so tight that they puckered the fabric. Others too loose to hold the pieces together. And some just perfect. Perfect for as long as they lasted anyway.
She found the tiny silk rose bud that she had bought just for this dress. She brought it to her nose. But of course there was no smell. It was silk. Not the sweet pale pink buds that opened so briefly each spring. There was no life in this flower. Not even for the briefest of moments.
Her fingers trembled as they began to stitch it in the center of the ribbon. A single tear fell. It stained the white and pink cheeks of the material. Another joined it. And another. The spot was growing. Spreading. Just like the cancer that had stolen Nana away.
A final stitch and she held the little dress up once more. "It's beautiful," his voice was rough as he placed his large hands on her shoulders. "Perfect." He knew just the right words to say. He always had. "May I?" he asked as he held out his hand.
Reluctantly she handed it over to him. She fought to release it. He had as much right as she did. It was as special to him as it was to her.
She watched as a huge tear trailed down his cheek. It dropped onto the material. Joined her own as the stain spread wider. "Perfect," he pronounced with finality.
"Just like her, just like you." He brushed a soft kiss to the top of her head. "We have to go. Everyone is waiting."
She shook her head. She wanted to fight it. Wanted to plug the time hole in that hour glass. Wanted to stop the sands of time itself. Too many stitches of life had been ripped out before their time. Nana. And now this.
No one should have to bury their baby girl. No mother should lose her child. No child should die. Before she even had a chance to live. Her 'good girl' that was gone before she even began. She took the tiny dress from her husband.
A few more tears spread the stain further. Were they hers? Or his? It did not matter as they held the little gingham dress that she had cut down and re-sewn to fit the tiny lifeless body of their only child. No bigger than a doll. But larger than life to the two of them.
She leaned on him as he opened the door. Their home was full of people. Family and friends. But none of them mattered as she turned back to look at that old sewing machine one more time. "Take care of my good girl, Nana," she whispered into the wheels of time. Stitches that would hold the fabric of time together...for a while anyway. |
Still Lost in Space Ch. 02 | 30,632 | 4.54 | 216,526 | [
"science fiction",
"fantasy",
"parody",
"humor",
"satire"
] | **Chapter 2: Smith's Dilemma**
*Author's note:
This story is a continuation of 'Still Lost in Space'. You don't need to read it, but it wouldn't hurt. This story is meant for a laugh. I took a little more time in writing this one and I hope you like it. Any comments are welcome as well as feedback through e-mail. There is another installment coming soon. I'm having a great time writing these. Please enjoy.
Kirk*
\* \* \*
"...Last time as you recall, the Jupiter 2 was restored to mint condition by wishes granted by a 'wish stone' given to Will for his 18th birthday by the 'Wish Stone Guy'. The last wish Will made involved conjuring up an entity that could morph itself into anything anyone wanted. To Will and Don, it was a beautiful girl, for Judy and Maureen, it was a version of Fabio, for Professor Robinson it was Einstein, and for the Robot, it was a state of the art service center. For Penny, it was...another Penny. Tonight's Dr. Smith's turn to host the entity in his cubical..."
The sound of a flush came from the head as Doctor Zachary Smith opened the door. "Ah, what a lovely sound," he said, wiping his hands with a moist towelette.
"Hey Smith, how about saving some of them for us?" barked Major Don West from the dinner table.
"Calm yourself Major, there's a whole closet full of them thanks to young William here," Smith retorted, patting Will on the back.
"Yeah, well just keep in mind that they're going to have to last a while because we've got a long way to go before we get back to Earth, Dr. Smith," said Will Robinson looking up at the Doctor from his seat at the table.
"Again, just how far out are we, Don?" asked Judy; the oldest of the Robinson children as she helped her mother Maureen clear the table.
"It's hard to believe but we managed to get about twenty light years out. Not bad when you consider the ship was built to only go four."
"It's not all that hard to believe when you consider who was supposed to be piloting the ship," muttered the doctor, as he finished wiping his hands.
"Hey, cram this up your ass Smith," sneered West, holding up his fork.
"Lovely. Just what I'd expect from you Major, a crude and barbaric response."
"Smith, it's your turn tonight, correct?" asked John Robinson.
"Yes Professor, it's finally my turn."
"Well, why don't you go find 'It' and disappear for the rest of the night?" Robinson asked, sounding like he'd rather kick him out the airlock than spend another second in his presence.
"I was getting ready to do so, but I don't know where 'It' is," said Smith, looking around the lower level.
"Don't look at me," said Penny, the 'middle child', still needing to stand from her latest round of anal impalement.
"Nobody wants to, you sicko," snapped Will.
"Now Will, there's no need to brand her with names simply because your sister has a unique way of satisfying her..." his Mother paused looking for the words to complete the sentence. "...Her fetish as administered by...a double of herself."
Will looked at his Mother in disbelief. "She's fucking sick, Mom!"
Maureen walked over behind her son and placed her hands on his shoulders. She whispered loud enough for all to hear, "I know Will, I know."
"Mom!" pleaded Penny.
The men stood from the table and walked over to Penny as if to console her. Instead, they slapped her on the butt and told her to cheer up because it would be her turn again soon.
"Oww! Oww! OW!" she said after each smack. "Mom!"
"Sorry honey," replied her Mother, as she shook her head sadly.
"Perhaps 'It' is on the upper level," said Smith as he stepped onto the elevator. When he reached topside, he found the Robot parked in his 'Service Bay'.
"It's my turn, you mechanical misfit. Hand it over," said Smith, as he exited the elevator.
"In a minute, Dr. Smith," replied the Robinson's faithful servant. "Mmm, that feels good..." it mumbled.
Smith paced the level waiting for his turn. After ten laps he stood in front of the metal man and started tapping his foot. "That's enough Ninny, I want my turn."
With a great mechanical sigh, the Robot pulled himself away from the service bay smelling disinfectant fresh. "There, Dr. Smith, it's all yours."
"Well I'm not sure I want sloppy seconds," replied the Doctor with a look of disgust on his face.
There was a flash of light and there stood the 'Wish Stone Guy'. "Hi sweeties!" He looked around and said, "Where is everyone?"
"They are down below in the galley cleaning up after dinner," replied the Robot.
"Tell them I said 'Hello, I must be going...'" he said, holding his hand out to the service station.
"What? You're leaving?" asked Smith.
"What's your problem?" asked 'Guy'.
"It's my turn," replied Smith.
'Guy' looked at his watch and shook his head.
"You can't just take 'It' like that. I've waited all week and now it's my turn!" shouted Smith, stomping his foot for emphases.
"What's going on up here?" asked Will, as he jumped off the ladder.
"Oh, there he is, the boy that got all his wishes and still doesn't know I exist," said Guy while picking his teeth.
"He's come back to take," he waved his hands in the direction of the service port, "whatever it is away with him, and it's my turn!"
Everyone from below filed up the ladder and said hello to 'Guy'. The last one up was Don. "Are you still fucking here?"
"Hi big boy. I have plans tonight, but I might be able to squeeze you in around 10:00."
"You can't take 'It' away. I wished for 'It'. Besides, she can suck the chrome off a '57 Chevy!" shouted Will.
"Sorry, Snookums, the last wish was only for a short duration."
"Well what about the other wishes?" asked Judy.
"Oh, no problem there," Guy replied pulling a tissue from his sleeve and dabbing his nose. "They're yours to keep and enjoy!" he finished saying as he twirled in place.
"How come we can't keep 'It'?" asked the Professor.
"Yeah, how come?" asked West, stepping up into Guy's face.
"My, you're pretty when you're pissed," cooed Guy. "Okay, you see, I can't let you keep 'It' because 'It' is a real entity. In fact 'It' is one of my employees. You see everyone that gets a chance to make wishes, tends to make one of them similar to yours. So as the wish business goes, someone else has made the same wish and now I need 'It's' services elsewhere."
"But it's my turn!" Smith said, with tears forming in his eyes.
"God almighty I'm glad you finally got here," said a voice in the direction of the 'Service Port'. "I didn't know if I could take much more of this shit. This one wants all oral sex," Will looked at the ceiling. "This one wants it to last 'all night long'", Maureen blushed. "This one wants his balls tied to the bulkhead."
Don coughed and looked around. "It's just kidding."
Judy whispered to him, "The bulkhead? Really?"
"This one just wants to talk."
"Oh like that's some big fucking secret," snorted Maureen at her husband.
"What?" replied the Professor, clueless.
"This one likes to claw all the skin off my back (she is kind of a hot mamma)."
"Thank you," replied Judy, blushing.
"This one just wants bigger and bigger things shoved up her ass. Next week she wanted a football up there!"
"No I don't," sobbed Penny, covering her face with her hands.
"Well, your exact words were 'I don't want any laces showing when you're done'."
"You are a sick fuck," mumbled Will, leaning into his Mother for moral support.
"Yes Will, we know. We know," she reassured her Son, hugging his shoulder for emphasis.
"I actually enjoyed being this," 'It' said, lighting all the lights in the service port. "The Robot is a good entity."
"Thank you," the servant replied in its deepest voice.
"Now this Smith here, the vision he had in mind for me tonight was..."
"Cease and desist your chattering. I have no idea what you're talking about," Smith interjected and looked away.
"He wanted me to..."
"No I didn't," sneered Smith.
"He actually wanted me to..."
"No!" snapped Smith, as he grabbed a fire extinguisher off the wall. "Not another word," Smith hissed.
"Okay, you win," murmured the entity. Smith backed down and put the extinguisher back.
Quickly 'It' said, "He wanted me to be Sandra Bernhard and we were going to need a whole lot of moist towelettes to clean up!"
"NO!" screamed Smith as he took the elevator down to the lower level.
Professor Robinson started laughing and said, "Well, at least she's a woman."
"She is?" asked Don, not really sure.
"Okay, I'm ready to get out of here," said the entity, but 'Its' voice had changed. Every ones attention was directed to a small green thing about six inches high on the floor. "What are you looking at?"
"Is that what you really look like?" asked Will.
"Yeah, what's it to you?"
"Aw, isn't it cute?" asked Judy.
"Hey, honey, I wouldn't mind meeting you again," 'It' said.
"Please don't take 'It'," pleaded Will.
"I'm not an 'It'. Call me by my name."
"What would that be, little one?" asked Maureen as if she were asking a small child.
"I'm Gumby, dammit!"
"Gumby?" asked Will.
"Gumby?" asked West.
"He was once a little green slab of clay...Gumby!" sang Judy doing a be-bop to the jingle.
"You should see what Gumby can do today...Gumby!" sang the Robot.
"Stop it! I'm not that Gumby!" The room fell quiet. The little guy sighed and wiped his brow. "Thanks. Now I'm going to say this only once. I'm not the Gumby you're thinking of and I don't have a pal named Pokey."
'Wish Stone Guy' perked up, "Of course you do, he's my other employee..."
"Oh for the love of...okay, I have a toy pal Pokey too," sighed Gumby.
"...If you've got a heart then Gumby's a part of you..." sang Judy.
"Stop! Obviously you've never seen me on one of my tequila benders. Okay Moe, let's get out of here," the little green guy said.
"Well, au revoir!" said 'Guy' and they vanished.
John and Maureen headed down first and the Judy and Don made their way to the ladder. Will asked, "What's with the balls fastened to the wall?"
West shrugged, "It's different."
"I'm going to look for a staple gun. I'm gonna attach them real good."
"Judy, no!" begged West, as he followed her down.
Will soon found himself alone with the Robot and Penny. He decided to ignore her, hoping she would go below as well. "So Robot, what are the probabilities of us escaping this void we're in?"
"Not good. The fix that we got on Earth from your wish is faulty at best. The signals we are receiving are from 20 years ago and have been bouncing around this void the entire time. We may not be pointed in the right direction."
Will sighed and dropped into the pilot's seat. After making a few adjustments he glanced over in Penny's direction. She was standing next to her suspended animation tube. He though about shoving her in and activating it, but why waste the power?
She looked depressed and Will decided to cut her a break. "So, ah, how's the ass?"
She didn't cry or run off. Instead she simply answered, "Sore."
"I don't get it. What's the attraction of having a bazooka up your butt?"
"You wouldn't understand. Nobody understands..." she said as her voice trailed off and her gaze returned to the floor.
Will looked at her second as something started to click in his head. "Now I know why you wanted Gumby to look like you. You think the only one that could understand you was another you, right?"
Penny nodded her head. "Something like that."
Will thought for a moment and then turned to the robot. "You can help Penny."
"Negative. I am not programmed for anal impalement."
"Well, you can always go back to playing that game with Mom and Judy," said Will, hoping to end the conversation he started.
"She's already told me that they're not playing 'hide the cucumber' with me any more."
"Tough luck," said Will as he turned back to look at the instrument panel.
"What are you going to do now that your little angel is gone?" she asked, curious.
"I'll just go back to doing what I did before," answered Will, as he jerked a fist up and down.
"You know, there are always alternatives," she said and headed down the ladder.
Will turned toward the Robot. "I think I was just propositioned by my sister."
"Affirmative," replied the Robot.
"I think I'm going to be sick..."
"Affirmative," replied the Robot as he backed away from Will's projectile puking.
\* \* \* Meanwhile, elsewhere in the void. \* \* \*
"Captain's log Stardate...Sulu what's the date?"
"I don't know, this thing isn't working."
"Well, what am I going to say?"
"I don't know. Try, ah, 'unknown'."
"Captain's log Stardate, unknown. The Enterprise has been stuck in this void in space for months now thanks to our navigator..."
Chekov flipped Kirk the bird from his navigation station.
"...and morale is low. The chain of command has been breaking down as more and more crew members are showing little or no respect for their senior officers..."
Chekov continued waving the bird.
"...On a brighter note I've commended Mr. Scott on lighting his tenth still in engineering. Wait times for a bottle of his hooch are down to less than a day."
"Yeah, and the crew is going to need to enter a 12 step program when we reach Starbase," muttered McCoy standing behind Kirk's chair.
"Will you stop it, I'm trying to do something here," snapped Kirk, pointing to the arm of his chair.
"Starfleet Command, this is the Enterprise, do you read?" asked Uhura from her seat at communications.
McCoy leaned in and whispered to Kirk, "Have you gotten a piece of that yet?"
"What would make you think that?" asked Kirk over his shoulder.
"You're kidding, right? You've banged every other female crew member we have onboard," sneered the doctor.
Kirk held his hand in front on his mouth to keep his voice from carrying. "No, she's got my number. Since I kissed her in front of all those Platonians, she's been as cold as a fish."
"Yeah, well a breath mint wouldn't kill you once in a while," said the doctor as he headed to the turbolift stopping just short. "Oh, Chekov, isn't it time for your daily apology to the crew?"
"Oh man," whined Chekov.
Spock nodded to Uhura and she hit the 'All Call'. A Bosum's whistle could be heard. "Attention all hands, attention all hands. This is the First Officer reminding you that it is that special time of day when our navigator, Mr. Chekov, is to give his daily apology for putting us here. It's all yours," said Spock, giving Chekov a half smirk.
"How many times do I have to keep doing this?" asked Chekov.
"Everyday until we're out of here," replied Kirk.
"Okay, this is vhat happened. I was on the third vatch and had the conn. Ve vere on a routine supply mission to the planet 'Supercalafragelisticexpialidocious IV'. Vhen ve entered the system I asked for permission to assume a standard orbit. They answered vith coordinates that ve needed to do so and I had the stand-in navigator execute them."
Spock interjected, "What our navigator is failing to mention is that he knew that the inhabitants of 'Supercalafragelisticexpialidocious IV' are the greatest practical jokers in the known galaxy."
"I vas just getting to that," said Chekov.
"Indeed," replied Spock.
"Vell, they gave the coordinates for this woid and I set the course with navigation and the helm. Once ve entered the woid we lost all contact with Starfleet Command and any other Federation wessel."
"Yes, Ensign, as you know, this portion of space is also loaded with chronotomic particles which means we may no longer be in our own time period," Spock injected.
"Look, I'm sorry, okay? How many times do I have to say it?" Chekov moaned.
"I'm cool with it," said Sulu as he high fived Chekov next to him.
"Starfleet, please come in," Uhura sighed into her comm link.
*"Uh, Hello?"* she heard in her earpiece.
It'd been so long since she'd heard a response that she nearly fell off her chair. "This is the Starship Enterprise. Come in Starfleet." There was a prolonged period of silence. She turned her chair and said, "Captain, I'm getting a signal."
"Starfleet Command? Great, give them our status and ask them for a heading to get out of here," ordered Kirk.
*"Uh, Enterprise, I read you."*
"Starfleet, we are sending a request for a fix on Earth..."
*"Whoa, whoa, whoa, girl. I was hoping that we could help each other out here."*
"Yes Sir. This is the USS Enterprise, a United Federation Starship in distress. Do you know of a direction vector to exit this void?" asked Uhura.
*"I'm sure we can help each other..."*
Uhura shouted, "Captain, we might be able to get out of this."
"Is it Starfleet?" asked Kirk.
"I don't think so, but he seems helpful," beamed Uhura.
"Okay, you know the situation, talk to him," ordered Kirk.
"Sir, could you identify yourself please?" asked Uhura.
*"Well, I was kind of hoping you would tell me your name first..."*
Sulu and Chekov glanced at each other out of the corners of their eyes.
"I am communications officer Lieutenant Uhura, please identify yourself."
*"Uhura, that's a lovely name. Could you tell me what you're wearing right now?"*
Sulu and Chekov tried in vain to stifle there snickering. Kirk strutted over to Uhura. "Is there a problem here Lieutenant?"
\* \* \*Back on the Jupiter 2\* \* \*
"Don, who are you talking to?" asked Judy.
"Uh, no one," West replied, hiding the microphone behind him.
*"Why do you want to know what I'm wearing?"* asked Uhura's voice coming over the radio speaker. Several chuckles and guffaws could be heard in the background.
"You're such a fucking pig, Don," Judy said, as she turned on her heals and headed down the ladder.
West turned the radio off and followed her. "Come on, I was just having some fun..."
\* \* \*Back on the Enterprise\* \* \*
"I've lost the signal, Captain," Uhura sighed.
"Well, try again in an hour, Lieutenant," said Kirk, as he gave his junior officers a glaring stare to stop them from laughing. "Spock, that transmission had to originate somewhere in this void, what do the sensors show?"
Spock leaned over and peered in his sensor visor. "As you know, most of our scans are being reflected back." He fell silent as he adjusted the controls. "Sir, I'm picking up a faint reading bearing 247 mark 152."
"Is it a ship? Possibly the one that just sent the signal?" asked Kirk.
"I would say the odds are in favor of it," answered Spock.
"Okay navigator, set an intercept course, helm, warp 5," ordered Kirk.
It's been a while since the last time they went to warp speed. They found out early on that even at maximum warp they couldn't find a way out of the void, so they didn't bother anymore, much to Sulu's dismay. He liked it when the ship passed into subspace. It gave him a tingle in his balls. The higher the warp factor, the greater the tingle. Right now, a warp 5 tingle would feel just fine. He shifted low in his seat and spread his legs to allow for the greatest effect.
Nothing happened.
Sulu straightened himself up and entered the command again, then settled back to enjoy the feeling.
A low groan could be heard and felt, then faded.
"Sulu are we at warp 5?" asked Kirk.
"Ah, no Sir," he answered, looking at his status board.
Kirk hit a button on the arm of his chair. "Engineering, this is the Captain. Mr. Scott, I ordered the ship to warp 5. What's going on down there?"
*"I'm sorry Sir, but she canna take any more!"* he responded in a thick Scottish brogue.
Kirk looked around the bridge and asked, "What's he talking about?"
Everyone responded by shaking their heads except Spock. "The stills," he stated.
Kirk's brow furled. "Mr. Scott, are you telling me that we don't have any power to go to warp because it's being diverted to the stills?"
*"Well of course, how do think I keep my reputation as a miracle worker?"*
Kirk sighed. "Look Mr. Scott, Spock's discovered another ship in the void with us but it's nearly a light-year away. We need the warp drive to get us there, so take the stills off-line and divert the power back to the helm."
*"Well you don't have to get all pissy about it. You put your pants on the same way I do. I'll have you know I was just working on the bottle you ordered for tonight. You have the tight assed bimbo from transporter room three coming to your quarters, remember? You said the last time you had her over, you needed to get her to drink half a bottle to get her out of her red tunic."*
Sulu, Chekov and McCoy burst out laughing. Uhura covered her ears and Spock just stared off into the distance.
"Lower your voice, Mr. Scott," warned Kirk.
*"Why? Ya gonna come down here and spank me or somethin'? Save that for the candy ass coming over tonight,"* he quipped.
"Look Scotty, just take them off-line long enough to get us to that ship."
*"Oh, it's Scotty now. A moment ago it was Mr. Scott this and Mr. Scott that. Make up your fucking mind!"*
"Scotty, have you been drinking?"
*"What else do I got to do down here?"*
"Just get me that power please?"
*"Well, your bottle's going to be late..."* Scott replied and closed the channel.
Kirk silently counted to ten and said, "Sulu, try it again."
Sulu slouched back down in his seat and hit the command. This time the groan from the engines was from the full power of dilithium focused matter and antimatter driving the ship into the other space known as sub-space. The ship's vibration increased as the ship sped its way to seven hundred and eighty times the speed of light. Sulu had a smile a foot wide on his face.
"What's our ETA Mr. Chekov?" Kirk asked.
"Ten hours, Sir," he replied.
"Good, that leaves me with some time for...uh...what's her name again?" he asked, snapping his fingers repeatedly.
"Who, Sir?" asked Spock.
"The technician from transporter room three," replied Kirk.
"Candy Ass," quipped Chekov.
"Right, Ensign Candy Ass," Sulu chimed in.
"Thanks guys," Kirk sneered as he headed toward the turbolift. McCoy stopped him and held out his hand. There was something in it.
"What's that?" asked Kirk.
"Tic-Tacs," replied the doctor.
\* \* \*Back on the Jupiter 2\* \* \*
There was a knock on Will's door. He'd been sleeping, dreaming of the vision of the 'little angel' that left. The knock came again and he answered the door. "Yes?"
"I'm sorry to disturb you William, but I want you to know that... that... Gumby was lying about what I wanted," whispered Smith through the crack in the door.
"Dr. Smith, I don't care what it is that turns you on. To each their own, you know?"
"It's just... it's just that it was my turn!" growled Smith through clenched teeth.
"I don't know what to tell you," said Will as he yawned.
"Earlier, I could swear I heard the Major talking to someone on the radio," said Smith, hoping to get Will's attention.
"What?" asked Will, stifling another yawn.
"I'm sure I heard him conversing with another ship," cooed Smith.
"Why didn't he say anything!" shouted Will.
"I don't know, except it seemed he was more interested in what the girl he was conversing with was wearing rather than gathering information."
"Fucking asshole," Will muttered. He tossed open the accordion door and shouted, "Dad! We've got company!"
\* \* \* A few minutes later on the top level \* \* \*
"This is Professor John Robinson, Commander of the Earth ship Jupiter 2, does anyone read?" Everyone was waiting in a circle around the radio as the Professor repeated his call into the microphone as static came from the speakers. He looked at Don and started to swing the mic in a circular motion. "You know, I should hit you over the head with this."
"Hey, I was just having some fun," West replied.
"Such an asshole," mutter Judy. She turned to her Father and asked, "Dad, do know where your staple gun is?"
The professor leered at West and replied, "Sure I do and when I'm done here I'll get it for you."
Will leaned in for only the Major to hear and said, "If I were you, I'd make a steel chastity belt real quick or hide down in the reactor core."
West looked at the Father and Daughter smirking at each other and decided to take Will's advice. Slowly he stepped backward to the ladder as Robinson repeated his hails on the radio. Just as he placed his back foot on the rung...
"Warning, warning, we have a runner!" bellowed the Robot.
"Where're you going? Get your perverted butt back over here," barked Robinson.
*"...Jupiter 2, this is the Starship Enterprise, Lieutenant Uhura speaking. In response to your previous query, I am wearing tall leather black boots, a standard Star Fleet issue biodegradable red tunic that ends at my upper thighs, standard biodegradable black bra and black panties. Does this satisfy your query?"*
Robinson nearly collapsed with the response. He didn't expect anything at all. "Yes, miss Uhura, I apologize for..."
*"That's Lieutenant Uhura. I'm fifth in command of this Federation Starship."*
"Bitch," muttered Don by the ladder.
"That's enough out of you," sneered Robinson and then turned his attention back to the radio. "Lieutenant Uhura, this is Professor John Robinson of the Earth ship Jupiter 2. We've been lost out here for over a dozen years..."
\* \* \* On the Enterprise \* \* \*
*"...We've been lost out here for over a dozen years..."* Robinson's voice said over the comm.
"Did he identify the ship as the Jupiter 2?" asked Spock.
"Aye Sir," replied Uhura.
Spock made his way to the computer terminal and began a search.
"Veren't there a few Jupiter missions before the Eugenics wars began?" asked Chekov.
Sulu perked up. "Right! They were to colonize Alpha Centauri. None of the three attempts made it."
"The first Jupiter was a test craft that failed. The third Jupiter never launched as the Eugenic wars began. Only the Jupiter 2 made successful liftoff in October 1997 but disappeared from Earth's tracking stations as major malfunctions began at sixteen hours after launch. It's been missing since then and presumed destroyed," said Spock, as he switched off his computer terminal.
"But he just said they'd been lost for a dozen years," said Chekov, looking back at Uhura.
*"We've been stuck in this void for a while now and we're hoping you can help us find a way out of it..."*
Shit, they don't know how to get out either," mumbled Sulu.
"I think it's time we informed the Captain." Spock turned toward Uhura and said, "Lieutenant, please get the Captain on the comm."
"Aye Sir," she replied. She pushed a few buttons then said, "Bridge to Captain Kirk...."
Sulu looked at his chronometer and whispered to Chekov, "Isn't he with Ensign Candy Ass right now?"
Chekov nodded his head.
"Oh man, you know how he gets when he's interrupted," moaned Sulu.
\* \* \* In Kirk's quarters \* \* \*
"Yes that's right Ensign, a full house beats a straight," said Kirk, leaning back in his chair and admiring the scantily clad young woman, just a year out of the Academy.
"I can't believe I lost again. I don't have much left to take off and all you've lost is your boots," she said, pouting and hoping that he'd relent.
Kirk noted that she was down to a bra and her standard issue biodegradable panties. There wasn't much of interest about her boobs since she was basically flat chested, but he remembered that remarkable ass from the last time she was in his quarters. So far, it didn't seem that she even remembered that evening. He did manage to get a half a bottle of Scotty's hooch poured down her throat that night to loosen her up. Maybe that was why she didn't remember. He poured another glass of the unfinished bottle delivered to him a few hours before and held it out to her. She was on her third glass and he'd barely touched his first. "I'm sorry Ensign..."
"Weston, Julia Weston," she finished for him. "Why don't you remember my name?"
"The pressure of command Julia, and you did lose, so it's time to take something else off," Kirk said, looking apologetic, but not letting her off the hook.
"Okay," she said, standing. "What do you want me to take off?"
Kirk was getting worked up thinking about her butt. "How about turning around and removing..."
The Bosum's whistle went off. *"Bridge to Captain Kirk..."*
Kirk shook his head. "Shit," he mumbled. "Hold that thought Ensign," he said, moving over to his comm center. He pushed a button and bellowed, "WHAT?"
\* \* \* Back on the bridge \* \* \*
*"WHAT?"* came the reply through all the speakers on the bridge. Uhura raised her hands up at Spock and shook her head, indicating she wasn't having any part of this conversation.
"Spock here, Captain."
*"Spock, you know to never call me here."*
"Sir, we've established contact with that vessel we detected earlier and it identifies itself as the Jupiter 2," Spock stated, as if that was all that needed to be said.
*"So, what do you want me to take off, the bra or panties?"* Ensign Weston could be heard saying.
"Slut," Uhura said, under her breath. Sulu and Chekov shook their heads.
"Bra," said Chekov, placing a five-credit chip on the navigation station.
"You're on," answered Sulu, tossing a chip on his helm. "Panties baby, she's got a great ass."
Chekov slapped his forehead with his hand. "That's right, it's Ensign Candy Ass!"
*"Just hold on a second Ensign. Uh, the Jupiter 2? Weren't those things launched in the 1990's?"*
"Correct Captain. 1997 to be exact."
*"How long before we reach their ship?"* asked Kirk.
"Another five hours, Sir."
*"Well, that's plenty of time to figure out what to do when we greet them,"* Kirk said.
"Sir, they have hailed us. We have responded and under protocol, you should talk to the Commander of their ship," said Spock, getting formal with his Captain.
Kirk's sigh was audible. *"Okay, patch it down to my quarters Uhura, please."*
She punched a few buttons and said, "Go ahead, Captain."
*"Jupiter 2, this is James T. Kirk, Captain of the Enterprise. We are on route to your position and should arrive within the next five hours. In the mean time, allow my crew a chance to rest so that when we meet, we will be refreshed and ready to discuss anything you desire."
"Captain, time to choose, panties or bra..."
"Uh, panties... Kirk out."*
Sulu collected the chips on the console and pocketed them.
*"Uh, okay, I guess,"* said Robinson over the channel. *"We'll meet in five hours...Jupiter 2 out."*
"Captain, I believe we should..." started Spock.
*"Spock, we've got five hours,"* came the Kirk's voice over the comm.
"Sir, either that ship is two hundred and fifty years old or we are both trapped in a time void. They have either come forward in time or we've gone backward."
*"Alright Spock, meet me in the conference room in two hours. Have Uhura, Chekov, Sulu, Mr. Scott, and Doctor McCoy meet us there as well,"* ordered Kirk over the comm.
"I'll see that all are notified, Captain," replied Spock.
As he reached for the button to close the channel he heard Kirk say, *"Oh, very impressive, Ensign. Now try touching your toes..."* Spock closed the channel.
"Thank you," mumbled Uhura under breath.
Sulu leaned over to Chekov and whispered, "Man, what I would give to see the sweet ass on her."
Chekov fished in his pocket a moment and produced a small screen pad. "Check this out," he whispered to Sulu as he turned it on. An image of the young Ensign's ass swaying back and forth filled the screen.
"What the..." Sulu chuckled.
"I put a sticky cam on the Captain's shirt before he left the bridge," whispered Chekov, as he heard the turbo lift doors open. Looking over his shoulder, he noticed that the Doctor had returned to the bridge. "Doctor McCoy, could you come over here a moment?"
"Sure Chekov, what seems to be the problem?" asked the doctor as he headed in his direction.
"This," Chekov replied, pointing to the small screen he and Sulu were watching while trying to conceal it from the rest of the bridge crew.
"Is that Ensign Candy Ass?" whispered McCoy. The navigator and the helmsman both nodded. Just then, the Ensign bent way over for Kirk and the voyeurs on the bridge. Sulu moaned.
"Are you quite alright over there Lieutenant Sulu?" asked Spock from his station.
"Yes Sir," he replied, snapping upright in his seat.
Spock wandered over, stood next to McCoy, and peered over his shoulder. "Is that what I think it is, Mr. Chekov?"
"I'm not sure vhat you think it is, Sir," he replied.
"Is this a live transmission?" Spock asked.
"Aye Sir."
"Wouldn't this make watching it much easier for everyone?" Spock asked, making a few adjustments to Sulu's controls. He pushed the last button and Ensign Julia Weston's candy ass was up on the view screen, bigger than life.
"Vhat a great ass," sighed Chekov.
"My, oh my," moaned Sulu.
"Good muscle tone," McCoy chimed in.
"Indeed," agreed Spock.
"What the hell?" bellowed Uhura, jumping to her feet. "What are you doing? Turn that off this instant!"
"We were just admiring the excellent physical condition of the Ensign, Miss Uhura," replied the Doctor using his southern gentlemanly charm.
"Yes and her personal hygiene appears impeccable," noted Spock.
"That does it. I'm going to my quarters and having a drink," she said, heading to the lift.
"I'll go with you," replied Sulu, heading to the lift as well.
"Back off, pervert," she snapped, pointing a finger at him in warning as the doors whooshed shut.
"Sulu, check it out, she's using her fingers now."
"No wait, she's got a data wafer in her hand. Don't tell me she's gonna..."
"I hope she sterilized that before she uses it in a manner not recommended by Star Fleet."
"I trust it does not contain important information, seeing as the data is most assuredly being corrupted at this moment."
"Oww," they exclaimed, as the wafer was suddenly thrust up her pucker.
"I better get back to sickbay, something tells me I'm gonna have an emergency extraction to perform."
\* \* \* Back on the Jupiter 2 \* \* \*
"Why wouldn't they talk to us?" asked Robinson.
"I don't know. Maybe they've got a ship load of little kids that need their nappy time," sneered Judy.
"I don't care, it's a ship and they can help us," said Penny.
"Who asked you, Vacuum Butt?" griped Will.
"Now Will, leave your sister's anus out of this," chided Maureen.
"Dad, the staple gun?" asked Judy.
Robinson shot the Major a huge grin. "I'll get it for you honey."
"No way," mumbled the Major and headed to the stairs.
"Halt," commanded the Robot as energy crackled from his claws and cut off the Majors escape route.
"I thought you liked me," huffed West.
"Not particularly," replied the metal man.
"You just better watch you back, Robot," growled West.
"My sensors work in all directions, Major," replied the Robot.
"Oh Don!" came Judy's voice in a singsong fashion from below. "Come on down!"
"There's no way I'm going down that ladder," stated West just before the Robot pushed him to the hole and down he went.
"You're going to be sorry, Robot!" shouted West from below.
"Not likely," muttered the tin man.
"I'm going below, are you coming Maureen?" asked the Professor.
"Are we going to be doing anything other than talking?" she asked, with sarcasm so thick it made Will and Penny wince.
"Well, It said that you like it all night long. How about an hour or so instead?"
Her reply was to shove her husband into the lift and slap the down button. "See you kids later."
"Okay, now what do we do?" asked Penny.
"I think I'm just going to take a nap," replied Will, heading for the ladder.
"Sounds good," Penny replied and followed Will down.
The Robot stood still near the suspended animation tubes as Smith stood alone by the radio. Smith looked over at the Robot and wondered what it was thinking. Soon he was lost in his own imagination as to what would be transpiring at that very moment if 'Guy' hadn't taken 'Gumby' away.
A blood-curdling scream came from below causing Smith's heart to skip a beat.
"Oh mother fucker...Judy you fucking promised not to do that!"
Judy's voice could be heard but the words were intelligible coming from the lower deck.
Another scream followed causing Smith to head for the lift. "Well Booby, it looks like I'm going to be needed. Do we have a staple remover onboard?"
"I do not believe so, Doctor Smith. However, I recommend a screw driver or a claw hammer," the Robot replied.
"I'll relay your concern to the Major and convey best wishes on your part," said Smith as he disappeared down the lift.
West screamed again.
"Come on Judy, one more," muttered the Robot.
Another scream.
"Yes! Thank you, thank you. My kind of gal," said the Robot gleefully.
\* \* \* An hour or so later below \* \* \*
Smith was seated in the galley drinking some Earl Grey, still in shock at all the staples he'd removed from the Major and the bulkhead. He'd given him a local pain-killer and a sedative. Judy was banished topside until West could defend himself again. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Penny heading toward Will's cubicle. She was carrying something under her arm.
'Here we go,' thought Smith.
Penny knocked on her brother's door.
The door opened a crack. "What?" Will said.
"Can I come in?" asked Penny.
"I guess," answered Will, opening the door enough for her to enter and then snapped it shut.
"Better keep the medicine bag handy," Smith muttered between sips.
\*
"What have you got in the bag?" asked Will.
"In a minute. We need to talk," said his big sister.
Will motioned for her to take a seat in his chair by his desk and he flopped on his cot. Penny sat the bag down on the floor. "Okay, what?"
"Look, I know you think I'm a pervert..."
"No, a fucked up in the head individual," Will corrected her.
"Okay, whatever, but I can't go on the rest of this voyage without someone to help me with..."
"Oh no..."
"Wait! Hear me out. You don't want to still be jerking off when you're thirty do you?"
"No but..."
"Like it or not, I've got the same problem Will." She leaned closer to him and lowered her voice. "Why don't we call a truce? Whenever you're horny, let me know and I'll come here and give you a handjob."
Will stared at her.
"Or a blowjob, if that's what you'd prefer," she said reluctantly, upping the ante to try to win him over.
"Let me get this straight; you want to milk my doodle and in return I shove a baseball bat up your ass?" he asked, not believing those words just came out of his mouth.
"Something like that," she replied with a small smile on her face.
Will looked away from his sister and gave the proposal some real thought. "You know, we're going to be rendezvousing with that ship in a few hours. There might be someone on it that you may like and shares your...fetish," he said, without any sarcasm.
"Maybe," she answered, looking down to the floor. "You know Dad's never going to abandon the Jupiter and he won't let us either. So, after our encounter with them, we'll be back on our merry lost way."
"You don't know that," replied Will turning back to face her.
"Will, the only way we're getting off this ship for good is if we return to Earth or make it to Alpha Centauri."
Will knew she was right, he'd just refused to acknowledge the thought before she mentioned it. "Okay, your argument makes sense. What's in the bag?"
"You mean you agree?"
Will nodded. "What's in the bag?" he asked again.
Penny grabbed the bag and spilled its contents out on his bunk next to him. "My toys," she replied. She sorted the toys on the cot and held up an eighteen inch long sawed off broom handle. "Let's start small," she said, pulling down her pants.
"Eeww. Ever hear of shaving? You've got more hair down there than I've got on my head. You need to get that trimmed."
"Next time," Penny replied, as she positioned herself on her knees in front of him with her ass twitching in anticipation.
Will looked at the broom handle and back at her butt. "Don't you want me to lube this or something?"
"Nope. This is fine. Go ahead," she urged him, waving her ass back and forth.
"Okay," Will said.
\*
Smith heard what sounded like a very contented grunt come from Will's cubicle, then silence. He made his way back to the stove to get another cup of tea, listening as much as he could for sounds through Will's door, but didn't hear anything more. He poured a new cup and sat back down at the table wondering what the children were up to.
\*
Will had been working the stick for few minutes now and was amazed just how much Penny could take and still wanted more. In the mean time, she'd begun using a free hand to work on her womanhood, burying her mouth on her supporting arm to stifle her moans of delight.
"Does this really feel good?" asked Will, really wanting to know.
She quickly nodded her head between gasps. "Just...a little more," she whispered.
Will shrugged his shoulders, twisting the stick as he pushed it in and out. This wasn't as bad as he expected it to be. Just strange.
\*
Smith was in mid sip when he heard what seemed to be a muffled scream. He rose from his seat and headed to Will's door when he heard laughter coming from behind it. Thinking better of it, he made his way back to his tea.
\*
Will was still chuckling at what he'd just seen. When Penny came, the broomstick popped out of her ass and flew across his cubicle like a spear. Penny started to laugh along as well, as the orgasm that swept through her a moment before began to subside.
"Does that always happen?" asked Will.
"Sometimes. Sorry I forgot to warn you."
"Feel better?"
"Oh yeah," she sighed, as she tried to stand on wobbly legs. Will helped her to her feet and steadied her. She looked at him and started to chuckle again. Then she wiped the tears from her eyes and said, "That was the best ever. I don't know if it was because it was my brother doing it or I was just so wound up."
"Maybe both," Will replied, sitting down on the cot.
"So, do you want a handjob?" she asked, as she pulled her pants back up.
"I don't know."
"You don't know? What, do I have to go down on you the first time?"
"No, I mean, I'm not all that turned on by you. You're my sister and knowing that jungle exists down there is a real downer," Will said, pointing to her crotch.
"Well, what did you like the most about 'your little angel'?"
"She had nice tits," he replied, perking up.
She smirked and started pulling her top off.
"Wait," Will whispered. "You don't have hair on your chest too, do you?"
"No!" she said giggling, "But I do have nice boobs if I do say so myself." She finished pulling her top over her head and tossed it aside. "Well?" she asked, waiting for him to say something.
"Try losing the bra."
"Okay, okay. I was just trying to heighten your enjoyment of the moment." Off came the bra. He still had a blank look on his face. "Don't you like them?" she asked looking down at herself. "I'm a 36 D with puffy nipples. What else do you want?"
Will shook his head a moment. "Sorry, your tits are almost identical to the girl I dreamed up."
"So, we're happy then?" she asked, looking for a smile from him.
"Yeah, we're happy," he replied, dropping his pants. When he looked back up he noticed her staring. "What?"
"I...I...uh...never saw one before," she said and started to giggle. "So, how do you want me to do this?"
Will laid down on his cot with his shoulders and head propped up against the wall. He motioned for her to kneel next to the cot so he could reach her boobs while she performed her payback for his services.
"So, what do I do?" she said, wrapping her hand around his limp doodle.
Will pulled her hand away and showed her.
"That's it? That's all I have to do? This is easy," she said.
"Yeah, it's not hard at all, you just have to work at finding the way I like it."
"Tell me," she said, as Will's doodle slowly awakened.
\*
Smith emerged from the head wiping his hands with another moist towelette looking for signs of life on this level. There still was no sign of the kids. He checked in on the Major who was still sound asleep. As he passed the Robinson's cubicle, he could make out the sounds of Maureen moaning. "Humph, someone's going to be in a better mood later," mumbled Smith to himself. He crept his way to Will's door and listened. He heard some giggling. 'At least they're not fighting,' he thought to himself.
He turned to creep away when he heard Will saying something. Placing his ear against the door he heard, "...Yeah, just like that. Oh...oh...yeah...not too fast, that's better."
"It's getting kind of purple," Smith heard Penny say.
"Oh good Lord," whispered Smith. He wanted to creep away but found himself fascinated by what might be going on in the room. Biting his lip, he placed his ear upon the door again and listened.
"It's leaking," Penny said.
"I can't hold out much longer," groaned Will.
"Why are you trying to hold out?"
"Makes it better, more intense," he said through gritted teeth.
"Are you going to make a mess?"
"Probably, and you better keep your face out of the way."
"Still trying to hold out?" Penny asked and giggled.
Smith heard a hard grunt.
"Oh shit!" laughed Penny. "Wow, look at the mess you're making."
"Great job, Sis," sighed Will. "I guess I'll lay off the 'Queen of Butts' jokes for a while."
Smith, stunned with what he'd just heard, crept away and headed for the lift. He reached the first level and found the Robot and Judy talking quietly. Judy looked at Smith and knew something was up.
"What's wrong Doctor Smith?" she asked.
Smith wasn't about to tell her what he just heard. Besides, it wasn't any of his business. Both Will and Penny were adults. What bothered him more than anything else was the fact that everyone on the ship was getting some and he'd been shut out. The more he thought of it, the madder he got. Looking at Judy he assured her he was fine and told her that the Major should be waking shortly. As he watched her go down the ladder, he turned toward the Robot.
"I'm telling you my fine metal friend, when that ship arrives I'm either getting some of my own with one of their crew or I'm leaving with them." He waited for the Robot to respond, but it didn't. "Do you want me to leave?"
"Of course not, Dr. Smith," it replied.
"Yes you do, you faulty laptop with treads! You'll rue the day that Doctor Zachary Smith walked off this pile of garbage called a space ship!"
"Did you miss your nap today?" asked the Robot.
"Yes, but there's no time now, the other ship will be here within the hour."
"Go lay down for a while. I'll wake you when the other ship arrives," said the Robot.
Smith sighed, "Maybe you're right. A light nap may help my mood."
"Pleasant dreams," said the Robot as Smith went down the lift.
*"...Will Major West survive his ordeal with Judy? Will Professor Robinson live up to his boast? Who will clean the mess in Will's cubicle? Will Doctor Smith feel better after his nap? Will Kirk run out of Tic-Tacs? Tune in next time when we hear Penny say..."*
"Very impressive Pavel, but it isn't big enough."
"It isn't?"
*"...And when Judy examines Sulu's sword..."*
"It's so long and hard."
"Yes it is."
*"...And when Maureen checks out Scotty's bagpipes..."*
"Can I blow on the mouthpiece?"
"Aye."
*"This and much more on the next episode of Still Lost in Space..."* |
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] | I recently met the man of my dreams. Tall, dark, handsome, devastating smile, quick wit, drives a Maserati convertible and runs his own business- only problem is that he's engaged to Claire, my best friend!
She's a sales rep and called to see his company. A month later and they are engaged with a wedding date set. I was like a tongue tied virgin when we were introduced; I mean he's seriously gorgeous! Not having a boyfriend of my own at the moment probably made it worse and I found myself daydreaming about Brian, wishing I was Claire. What made it worse was a drunken conversation we had when she told me that not only did he have all the other things going for him but he also had a huge cock! "Honestly Stella," she said blushing and giggling "He's massive! The first time I saw it I was part excited, part terrified, it's like a baby's arm holding an orange. I didn't think he'd ever get it in and when he did I didn't want him to ever take it out! I could hardly walk the following morning, he goes on for hours, he is insatiable!"
Well that was it. From daydreams of walking down the aisle with him to long nights of endless masturbation, eyes firmly closed and my fingers deep in my pussy imagining all the filthy things Brian and his huge cock would do to me. I even bought a new, supersized, Rampant Rabbit which I nicknamed 'Brian' and spent countless evenings with it deep inside me having orgasm after orgasm. He was all I could think about, I didn't look at other men (well, I did try. I let myself get picked up by a guy in a bar because I thought a good fuck would shake my obsession but the guy just didn't match up to my dreams of sex with Brian and I left his place disappointed and still horny)
As matron of honour I was heavily involved in the planning and as the wedding day got closer and closer I spent more time with Claire and Brian and I could tell that he was beginning to notice me. To be honest he would have to be blind not to have noticed. Claire is tall and blonde with a slim boyish figure whereas I'm the opposite. Short, dark and curvy with a 34e bust that I make the most of. I could see him looking at my tits when he thought I wasn't paying attention but I'm so used to it that I can almost feel someone's eyes on me. This of course only made my obsession worse and although Claire is my best friend and I have known her all my life I was in no doubt that if the opportunity arose I was going to fuck her fiancé into the middle of next week.
The week before the wedding Claire and I were in town shopping for lingerie for the big day. We had lunch, a few drinks and bought loads of stuff so she called Brian and asked him to pick us up. Obviously, as the shops were still open we just had to go into a few more much to Brian's annoyance. He perked up a bit when Claire suggested a couple more underwear shops and I couldn't help noticing that in the first one he positioned himself so that he could see the changing room I was in. The next one we went into I made sure that I was closest to the shop side and Claire was all the way at the back with the assistant. Brian once more positioned himself so he could see my cubicle and his face was a picture when I pulled the curtain open enough for him to see me take off my top followed by my bra. His ever were glued to my tits and I could feel my nipples getting bigger and harder as he stared at them. Cupping my breast in my hands I lifted them up, offering them to him and then did something that has turned on every man I have ever known. I lifted my left boob higher and sucked the swollen nipple deep into my mouth. Looking up I could see a wolfish grin on his face and I was about to do the same to my other throbbing nipple when the assistant came into view. I hurriedly closed the curtain and dressed. Claire was chatting excitedly about her purchases as we made our way back to Brian's car but I was hardly listening. All I could think of was the sticky wet feeling between my legs, my racing pulse and the lust in Brian's eyes when he was looking at my naked tits.
By unspoken agreement Brian and I managed to ensure that we dropped Claire off first at her mothers house, Brain would then take me home and then join her. Parked outside my flat the tension in the car was electric. He turned to say something but I didn't give him the chance, my lips were glued to him and my tongue was half way down his throat in a flash. He wasted no time in responding enthusiastically and was soon mauling my big tits. I felt a button on my blouse pop as he forced his hand inside my blouse and under my bra. His fingers found a hard nipple and began to squeeze "You really want it don't you?" he muttered. I don't know what would have happened but his mobile went. It was Claire telling him to hurry up. With a wry smile he let me out of the car, whispering "Maybe another time." as he gave my boobs a last grope.
I staggered into the flat and dropped my bags onto the floor, leaning back against the door my legs were like jelly. There was a roaring sound as the blood pounded in my head. I felt dizzy and sick and more turned on than I had ever been before in my life. Closing my eyes I could still feel his hands on me, taste his lips, and smell his aftershave. I don't know how long I stood there in my rapture - seconds, minuets, hours, I don't know - but suddenly I knew what I needed and I lurched towards the bedroom pulling my clothes off along the way. Blouse and bra were soon gone, my skirt I just pulled up so I could get my sodden knickers off as my shaking hands found my other Brian, my plastic surrogate Brian. Flopping back onto the bed I spread my legs obscenely wide and with two hands buried 'Brian' deep inside my dripping cunt.
As a titanic orgasm broke over me I almost believed that it was the real Brian stretching me, thrusting and twisting remorselessly inside me, I could almost feel his breath on my face, feel his heart beating against mine, feel his skin getting slick with sweat as he fucked me. A second orgasm followed the first and I was on autopilot as I turned the toy to it's highest setting, feeling the thrusting and twisting turning my pussy to jelly as I clamped my thighs tight around it and began pulling and twisting my throbbing nipples, my mind racing as I thought of all the things we would do together.
At some point I must have turned off "Brian" and fallen asleep, because waking with a start a while later the sun had gone down and I was lying naked on my bed. In my half awake state I almost believed for a second that the real Brian had been there with me, that the wet patch was our fluids, not just mine. Then I felt the toy snuggled up against my thigh and I remembered what had happened. With a deep sigh I got up and went to the bathroom, used the loo and thought about having a shower. Even though it had only been his hands that had touched me I didn't want the memory to fade too quickly so I just wrapped myself in my soft white robe and went into the kitchen where I poured myself a huge glass of wine before snuggling down onto my sofa. As I sipped my wine and reflected on the day I knew I was going to have the real Brian's cock soon or die in the attempt.
My mobile was lying on the floor along with most of the contents of my handbag, cast aside in my haste to get to the bedroom and I could see that there was a message. It was from Claire thanking me for all my help with her shopping and reminding me that there was only one week to go and that she would see me again on Wednesday for drinks along with her other close friends. And then it struck me. If there was one night when Claire would be out of the way and wouldn't ask where Brian was it would be on Thursday, he was doing exactly the same with his friends.
Quickly flicking through my contacts I found the number I was looking for. Wes was Brian's best mate and best man and had organised the stag weekend they had spent in Amsterdam. He had told me that they would still be having a 'bit of a party' in the week before the wedding in Brian's local as "It's traditional, and anyway, any excuse!" I had met Wes quite a few times and he was very similar to Brian, in both looks and personality. If Brian was a '10' then Wes was an '8' going on for '9' and I felt sure that he would leap at the suggestion I was going to make.
He answered after a couple of rings and after the usual pleasantries I asked about Thursday night. He said that it was going to be fairly quiet, just half a dozen of them having a few beers and them maybe going for a curry. I said that I thought that Brian deserved a little more on his last night of freedom. Wes was a little put out by this and started to sound defensive, explaining that they had been to Amsterdam and that it was work the next day etc...
"Anyway, have you got any better ideas then?" he asked.
"How about a stripper?" I said.
Wes laughed "Oh he'd love that but Claire would go mad if she found out!"
"She doesn't have to find out." I said "There are only a few of you, all close mates and I know that The George (Brian's local) has a small function room upstairs, you could use that."
There was a silence before he conceded that it was possible and that it would be a great surprise and that Brian would love it. Then the obvious objection.
"Where am I going to get a stripper at such short notice, it would have to be someone decent, not some desperate housewife toping up her bingo money."
I then took the deepest breath I have ever taken before saying, as casually as I could.
"I'll do it."
"You!" he exploded. "You'll do it? Really? Come off it Stella, you don't strip in your spare time do you?"
"No, but as it's such a special occasion I would. I have always wanted to do it so for one night only I'm offering you Stella the stripper. What do you say?"
There was silence again before he replied.
"Well it would be fantastic but how do I know you will go through with it? You might just be winding me up, if I arrange the room and get everyone in there and nothing happens I'm going to look a right prat."
I thought he would say something like that and I had thought of a way to convince him I was serious. "Where are you?" I asked.
"At home."
"Alone?"
"Yes."
"OK then, this should help to convince you I'm serious." I said. "Give me a moment."
I pulled the belt of my robe loose and shrugged it off my shoulders. I folded my left arm under my tits so they were lifted up and my nipples were sticking out and using my phone I took a picture. In a moment I had sent Wes a snap of my ample boobs proudly supported by my slim arm. In the picture I looked excited and wonton. If that didn't convince him them nothing would.
There was a pause then his exclamation.
"Fuckin hell!!"
"Convinced now?" I said.
"Bloody hell Stella, your serious aren't you? OK, I'll set it up. What time are you going to get there?"
We had a chat then about the details, me insisting that he kept it to just a few close friends and that he must be able to lock the door to stop strangers from getting in and agreed that I'd be there at 2100 for my one-off performance before hanging up. I was in the kitchen getting another glass of wine when I heard the bleep that told me that I had a message on my phone. Picking it up I saw that it was from Wes.I opened it and read the message 'Look what you have done to me.' along with an attachment. I opened it and was greeted by the sight of an erect cock! Not just a cock though but a bloody big one!
I thought about what I should wear and decided against fancy dress as being too complicated and instead took myself off to Primark and bought a pair of lace topped fishnet holdup stockings, a bright red bra and matching thong, a tight short pleated skirt and a white blouse that I could tie under my boobs and a school tie. A sort of St Trinnians look. When I got home that night I tried them on. The undies were slightly too small which meant that my boobs were pushed up even more than usual and the color of my bra, as I hoped, was visible through the blouse. The skirt didn't cover the tops of the stockings and almost showed my knickers when I walked. I tied my hair in two bunches, put on some dark eye makeup and painted my nails a bright red to match the undies. Lots of red lipstick completed the look - a very slutty look! I had spent £20 but to be honest I looked cheaper than that which was exactly what I was aiming for. I thought I'd better have some music so 'I want your sex' by George Michael seemed blatant enough. I played it on my phone as I practiced some 'stripper' moves in front of the mirror, slowly taking off my outfit until I was naked - and wet!
Falling back onto my bed I fumbled in my draw for 'Brian' my own 'Brian' and as I watched myself in the wardrobe mirror inching the big toy up my hot wet hole I thought how good the real Brian was going to feel. The next few night followed the same pattern, a practice of my strip routine followed by a long slow session with my sex toys as I dreamt of the real Brian abusing my body.
Wednesday night with Claire was difficult, it was hard to look her in the eye when I intended to have her fiancés big cock in me the following night. She must have told a few others about his size because there were lots of ribald comments about her 'not walking straight after her wedding night' and she confided in me, after her third bottle of prosecco, that Brian had been 'totally rampant since Saturday, he wants it all the time'. She thought it was because she had been buying sexy lingerie but I thought it was more because he'd had a good look and feel of my tits and was hoping for more...
I didn't drink too much on Wednesday night and after a fitful night's sleep I woke up nervous and excited at what was to come. I could barely concentrate at work and blamed a non-existent hangover and left early. I had a luxurious soak in a heavily scented bath and shaved everything below my eyebrows until it was baby smooth. I tried not to touch myself, I really tried but rubbing lotion into my legs and then smooth pussy was too much for me and the gentlest touch was enough to bring me to a shattering orgasm. I really should have been scared and nervous but I'm naturally confident and the excitement far outweighed the nerves. I was really thinking about Brian but obviously I was intending to have sex with him while five or six of his friends watched. That would be something new (I have never even had a threesome before) and if I'm honest it just excited me more!
As arranged, Wes came to pick me up at 1900 and we shared a taxi to the pub. We managed to sneak me in the back entrance and I went up the small function room, changing in the small kitchen area out of sight. It wasn't a big room but had a small stage about 2 feet high at one end. A large pile of old curtains lay neatly folded at one end as evidence of its use for amateur dramatics at some point in the past. Wes came to check on me (probably to make sure that I hadn't done a runner) and brought me a bottle of wine. I drank about half of it as we chatted, his eyes out on stalks at my outfit never leaving my tits and legs. We had been texting back and forth since he agreed to help me and had a nice way with words making me laugh all the time. Now I'd had the chance to spend some time chatting I realised that he was pretty good looking too and when he leaned in for what he thought would be a kiss on the cheek he got a full blown tongue down his throat snog for his trouble!
Wes went to fetch Brian and the guys and I placed a chair on the stage with the others facing. The other four were the ushers at the wedding, close friends that were either married or had girlfriends. They had been told there was a stripper but not who it was and had agreed to give Wes their mobiles to avoid any temptation to take pictures. This was to be our secret, it was in no one's interests to have the story come out at any time. The plan was to have them sit down and then I'd come on - after Wes had locked the door!
I heard them come in, lots of laughing and the sound of bottles clinking together. I peeked out and there was Brian looking as gorgeous as ever along with Wes and four others that I knew by sight. Perfect!
Once they were sitting down Wes started the music and I flung open the door and strutted out onto the stage to a collective gasp and roar of approval. The look on Brian's face was a picture, talk about the cat that got the cream, he clearly had an idea what was about to happen. I shimmied up and down the stage shaking my tits around before stopping in front of Brian and pointing to him. I crooked my finger and he got onto the stage whereupon I pushed him down onto the chair. I danced around him for a moment before kneeling in front of him and slowly taking off my tie, making sure he got a good look at the huge cleavage the too small bra gave my 34e bust. Getting to my feet I went behind him and with a flourish tied his two wrists together. Now I'm sure that you will have seen a stripper at some point and I'm sure that she was better than I was...but I did my best and I'm pretty sure that by the time I was down to my bra and panties there wasn't a soft cock in the house. The bra came off with a flourish and I made great show of tweaking and then sucking my throbbing nipples. Now lying on the floor with my legs spread wide the panties were pulled and stroked in every direction before I simply ripped the sides and pulled them off before throwing them at Brian. Cue thunderous applause which continued as I spread the lips of my pussy wide and inserted one, then two and finally three finger deep into my sopping wet hole.
I got up and sat on Brian's lap and rubbed my body all over him, fed my nipples into his mouth, smothered his face with my tits and made him suck the pussy juice off my fingers. As I was giving him a deep sexy kiss I undid his belt and pulled down his zip. Hauling him to his feet I pulled his jeans and boxers down and helped him kick off his shoes...and that's when I saw it. Well, it almost had my eye out to be honest! Claire hadn't been wrong, he was BIG! I sank to my knees and wrapped both hands around the shaft, marveling at how thick and hard he was before greedily sucking as much into my mouth as I could. God it was amazing. I have been sucking cock for a long time but nothing like this. I could feel my pulse racing and I'm sure my pussy was dripping onto the floor I was that excited.
I wanked and sucked him for what seemed ages, my jaw was aching and my knees were sore, before I started to feel him tense as if he was going to cum. Not wanting to waste it I reached around and untied his hands before pulling him down...it was a blur really but I got him on his back and swung my leg over him so that his huge knob was pushing against my pussy. I almost fainted as I sank down onto his mighty shaft. My hands were on his chest and his were on my tits as I squirmed and pushed to get it all inside me...and I did it...and the squirming and pushing was enough to trigger the orgasm of all orgasms in me...if I thought that my plastic 'Brian' was good then the real thing was 100 times better...I swear I must have fainted as the next thing I knew Brian was driving his monster cock up into me and I had a hand on two other cocks.
I must admit that I hadn't really given much thought to the 'audience', my focus had been on Brian. I had obviously heard them encouraging my strip and cheering as things came off but that they would want to join in hadn't really crossed my mind. I thought that I could trust Wes to keep them in check but that notion faded when a large cock was pressed against my lips and I saw that it belonged to a grinning Wes. With the situation pretty much out of my control I waited for Brian to fill me with spunk and wanked and sucked like a professional. The two in my hands came all over my tits and were replaced by two more. Wes finally filled my mouth with his salty spunk and then at long last Brian exploded in me triggering off another titanic orgasm as the remaining cocks sprayed all over me. I was lifted off Brian and placed on the pile of curtains on my back, I could feel Brian's thick spunk leaking out of me before one of the other guys (Pete?) spread my legs wide and drove his cock hard into me. I looked over his shoulder and saw Wes looking concerned but I just nodded, smiled and wrapped my legs around Pete and let him fuck me...truth be told after Brian's monster I couldn't feel Pete that much but he seemed to enjoy himself mauling my tits and fucking me at a furious pace until he pulled out and wanked another load over my tits.
As soon as he moved off me another took his place and the four of them all fucked me before Wes turned me onto my knees and fucked me doggy with his bigger than average cock as I sucked Brian. After we all came to a final shuddering orgasm it was time to clean up and get out before anyone managed to work out what had been going on. I stuffed my stripper clothes into a bag as the lads tidied themselves up and went back down to the bar. Amusingly, they all said 'thank you' as they left! Brian gave me a big kiss and muttered 'See you at the wedding.' As he left. Wes kept asking if I was ok, but I assured him that I was. I may not have set out to be fucked by them all but it was always a possibility and I had certainly enjoyed it. I was just overwhelmingly tired so got him to put me in a taxi. Home in my own bed I didn't bother to shower, I collapsed and slept for 12 hours.
In the morning I was a little sore and stiff but my fingers quickly brought me to a restorative orgasm as I replayed the events of the night before in my head. In fact all I could think of all day was what had happened, I was constantly aroused and on the edge of orgasm, the merest touch had me cumming again and again. Wes called me and asked if I was ok, did I want to go for a drink, meal, whatever but I was happy on my own. Claire and the other girls called too but I just said that I wanted a quiet night in and that I would see them as arranged for make-up, hair and dressing on Saturday morning as arranged before we went to the church. After another 12hrs sleep (how orgasms exhaust you!) it was wedding day. The day that Brian married my best friend. Brian that I had sucked and fucked before his friends gangbanged me. God I was bad, such a slut, how could I ever look Claire in the eye again? Quite easily as it happened. The wedding was at a local church and it gave me a thrill to stand on the alter with Brian and Wes and look at the four ushers and think what the rest of the congregation would say if they knew what we had been up to on Thursday night. There were a lot of knowing smiles and by the time the bride and groom had exchanged their vows - vows that I was pretty certain Brian had no intention of keeping - the expensive scrap of silk and lace between my legs was pretty soggy!
The reception was at a very posh hotel after an exquisite meal and lots of champagne the speeches were over and it was time for the traditional first dance. Brian and Claire looked the perfect couple as they slowly waltzed around the room and after a circuit Wes and I, as best man and matron of honor, also took to the floor inviting the rest of the bridesmaids and ushers to join us. There was some swapping of partners and I was suddenly dancing with a smiling Brian. A casual onlooker would have thought he was complimenting me on my dress or talking about the day but he was a bit more personal than that. What he actually said was
"Think of Thursday as the first time I fucked you Stella, there are going to be a lot more times when I get back from the honeymoon. I loved your big tits and shaved cunt. I'll be fucking Claire tonight but it's you I'll be thinking of when I do."
And with that he let me go and cut in to dance with one of his aunts, cool as you like.
I spent most of the reception with Wes close by and I had to admit that if I couldn't have Brian then he was a pretty good second choice and I was falling into serious 'like' with him. It was pretty obvious that at the end of the night we would only be using one of our rooms and it was in my room, the one next to Brian and Claire's that he stripped me down to my stockings and suspenders before pushing me back onto the bed and getting his lips and tongue onto my soaking wet pussy. His mouth was working its magic and I was twisting and pulling my nipples and getting close to orgasm when we were stopped in our tracks by the unmistakable sound of Claire moaning in ecstasy and a steady thump thump thump as Brian pounded Claire into the mattress. We both collapsed into a fit of giggles and only stopped when Wes slid his cock into me and began to match Brian stroke for stroke!
By the time Brian and Claire had returned from their month long honeymoon (told you he was loaded) Wes had just about moved in with me. They arrived home on the Saturday and called Wes on the Sunday. I listened to them chatting for a while then went and made a coffee. As I was doing so Wes came in, looking a bit hesitant. I asked him what was wrong and he said that Brian had asked if he could come around on Thursday. I started to say something and he cut in with
"No Stella, it's you he wants to see. He told me what he said to you at the wedding and he meant it. I told him that you and I were an item now and he still said I should ask you. Do you want to see him again? You know what he wants."
I was a bit shocked I guess and didn't know what to say, I really did want Brian's big cock again but I also didn't want to insult Wes. Darling Wes made my mind up for me by saying
"Look Stella, I know Brian. He will be all over you like a rash for a few months and then he'll move on to someone else. That's just the way he is. I, however, will be here for as long as you will have me."
Darling Wes had just told me that he loved me.
So I said "Are you saying we should have some fun with Brian while it lasts then? You don't mind? And when it's over there will just be us two again?"
He smiled and nodded "Yes I am. If that's what you want."
"Well in that case yes to you being here for a long time and yes to Brian coming over on Thursday night. Just ask him what time and what he's going to tell Claire."
With the obvious excuse that Brian and Wes were going out for a few drinks Brian was at my flat for 1900. I dressed in my 'stripper' gear again (minus the undies) and he was balls deep in me by 1915! If I thought the stag party was good then having them pass me between them on my nice comfortable bed was ten times better, I have never been so well fucked!
About 2200 he was getting dressed and was almost ready to leave and Wes, cheekily asked him about the sex on his honeymoon, did he make Claire spread her legs like a good wife every night? He laughed and said that he had been pretty demanding, including demanding that she shave her pussy, something she had never done before. He said he'd offered to pay for a boob job but that she wasn't keen. He then looked at me before saying
"One thing I did get out of her though was her secret sexual fantasy. She's never had sex with a woman but would really love to. The woman she fantasises about Stella, is you. Think about it. We could all have a lot of fun."
And with that he turned and left with Wes and I looking at each other opened mouthed. So what happened next? That's a tale for another day... |
Steven and the Cheerleaders | 167,729 | 4.55 | 300,628 | [
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] | **Author's Note:** *This story came from the 500 word challenge I participated in, that was posted on the Author's Forum (the title was Carpooling Cheerleaders). Later, most all the stories were collected and turned into a submission here at Lit. under the name:* Coming Together and titled **Transportation Challenge**. *It is full of 500 word stories by many talented writers here at Lit. I recommend it to anyone. This story idea is my own and I felt the need to expand it. I hope you enjoy. Please vote and comment if you feel so inclined. \~ Thank you, Red.*
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Steven stared at his sister. Her bottle-blonde curls were matted to her forehead. His palm pressed softly against her brow and shook his head. "What time do I have to go get them?" he asked, as he pulled his hand away and wiped the sweat on his jeans.
"The game starts at seven, but we need to be there by six-thirty. Pick up Sally first, then Jessica, and then Danielle." Tabitha rolled over, pulling the covers up to her chin. "Thanks Steve. I appreciate it."
Her brother sighed and muttered, "You owe me," before walking out of the room, closing the door behind him. The young man made his way downstairs, grumbling about how his weeknight was not busted. He'd come home from Ball State, hoping to catch up with a few friends, instead he was greeted by his sister . . . a sister with a bad case of the flu. His parents would be gone most of the night, celebrating their anniversary, so he couldn't count of either one of them doing Tabitha's bidding.
He glanced at his watch and figured he had a few minutes to shower and change before heading out to pick up the first of his sister's co-cheerleading team. At that moment, the only thing he was thankful for was, the fact he only had to pick up three, not all seven. A shudder ran through him; all ready he could imagine the high-pitched squeals of the perky blondes and brunettes that had been a constant presence in his life, since Tabitha joined the team, four years ago as a Freshman.
Steven stripped down and started the shower water, eventually climbing in and washing the tension from his six-hour drive home. He thought back to the last time he'd seen the three girls, he'd been guilt-ridden into picking up. It had been seven months ago, just before he left for his final year in college. The girls had spent the night with Tabitha and he'd gotten little, if any sleep. They had spent hours giggling, laughing, and doing all sorts of gymnastics in the room next to his. Eventually, he broke down, grabbed a couple sleeping pills from his mom's medicine cabinet, cursed the females and buried his head in his pillow. Sometime in the middle of the night he'd woken up with a full bladder and made a dash to the commode. On the way back, he heard several moans and whispers from behind Tab's bedroom door. He stopped and pressed his ear to the door. His face grew warm as he imagined what those sounds could have meant.
He knew it unlikely that the four girls were doing what his perverted and horny twenty-two-year-old mind was conjuring up. But, he couldn't help but wonder. Then he felt something smack him in the head; spinning around he glared at his sister, refusing to let his gaze roam across her lush figure. "Like what you hear?" she asked, pushing past him and rolling her eyes. "If you're nice, maybe someday you can watch." She'd opened the door and slipped in, not giving him a chance to see what or who had been moaning and whimpering.
A heavy sigh left Steven's lips as the memory of what he'd dealt with privately in his room, faded away and his shower water turned cold. He shivered, quickly rinsing off the remaining suds that covered his hairy flesh. The thought of buying his parents a new and much larger water heater flittered through his mind while he dried off. Quickly he donned a pair of white Jockey briefs, socks, jeans, worn sneakers, and a blue muscle shirt. He stopped off at Tabitha's room, refilled her glass of water, rinsed out the small wastebasket she'd been using to dispel her unsettled stomach and then left her sleeping.
He knew his truck wouldn't work for himself and the three cheerleaders; he took Tabitha's Tahoe keys from the hook and one of his Bon Jovi CDs. It wasn't long before *Bad Medicine* was ricocheting off the interior walls of the vehicle and Steven was on his way to Sally Tucker's house.
Twenty minutes passed before Steven pulled into the gravel driveway of the Tucker residence. He admired the lithe form of his sister's friend, silently wishing that the cheerleader didn't have the high-pitched squeal that often erupted from the squad. It was really the only issue he had with the whole carpooling idea. He knew how these three girls behaved when they got together, at least how they behaved outside of the bedroom. His cock shifted slightly at the thought that had occupied his mind in the shower earlier. It continued growing with each step that Sally took toward the SUV. The typical tiny and tight cheerleaders' uniform, hugged her small breasts and slim hips.
"Tab called about five minutes ago. She sounds horrible. Thanks for doing this," Sally said, breaking into Steven's thoughts. He shrugged his shoulders and she pulled the door closed, buckled up and tossed her pom poms and gym bag to the floor.
"She's pretty bad. Been throwing up most of the day. Surprised she mustered the energy to call you," Steven told her as he backed out of the drive. He turned left at the next intersection and headed to Jessica Daniel's home. "It's just to the game right? Tab said you'll all have rides home."
"Yeah, just the game. We girls usually end up getting a ride from one of the players or someone in the crowd." Sally lifted both her legs and propped them on the dash board. "I do hope she's feeling better by next week."
"Oh? Big game? Or big plans?" Steven asked, trying his best to ignore the way the skirt rode up the remaining inches of her thighs, exposing a pair of red panties. He coughed, thinking he was almost sure girls were supposed to wear bloomers or something under those tiny skirts, not red, lace lingerie.
Absentmindedly, Sally dragged her fingernails over her thigh, itching her flesh. "Damn spiders," she hissed. "Derrick was cleaning out his closest and I think he disturbed a nest of those eight-legged freaks."
He glanced at her leg, shifted in his seat and gave himself a mental chastisement. "They're usually dead or hiding this time of year. Sure it was a spider?" he asked, taking another look at her leg before pulling into another cheerleader's drive.
"Yeah, pretty sure. See." She pushed her skirt high and turned slightly, offering Steven a good look at the red lines she'd made with her nails. In the center of the trails was a small, slightly raised dot. "It itches like a mother."
Steven swallowed and nodded his head. "It looks like it." He glanced away, wanting nothing more than to adjust his growing package. He noticed movement out of the corner of his eye and waved to Jessica. She waved back, rewarding him with a big toothy grin. Her lips, covered in a sheen of glimmering burgundy, accented the perfect smile he remembered her for. Her hair swung back and forth in a high-topped ponytail. Once she settled herself in the backseat, Steven was off again, this time heading deeper into the country to pick up Danielle Waters, the final cheerleader in his carpooling chore.
"You're a safe driver, aren't you Steve?" Jessica asked. He heard her seatbelt release and chuckled.
"Yeah, I'm a safe driver. You're in good hands." Inwardly he snickered as he thought of what he'd be having in his hands, once he got the cheerleaders to the game. He wasn't seeing anyone, nor was he interested in any former girlfriends either. Realistically, he knew he'd be stroking alone that night, but he'd have a sexy cheerleader bouncing on him, in his mind.
Jessica's hands were suddenly on his shoulders, her breath against his ears. "Thanks for taking us to the game," she whispered, leaving a soft kiss under his lobe. She sat back and propped her legs onto the seat across from her.
Steven grunted and then whispered that it wasn't a big deal. He couldn't help but move his hand to his crotch, and mutter, "Excuse me. Gotta itch."
Sally glanced at him, smirked and then winked. "I bet you do." She giggled and then turned to talk to Jessica about the various cheers and moves they would be doing during the half-time. Steven spent his time glancing at Sally's chest, the material of her little vest stretching across her firm globes, looking in his rearview mirror at Jessica's full lips, and driving down the dirt road that would take them up to Danielle's farm house.
When the last cheerleader slid into the Tahoe, Steven was cursing himself for ever agreeing to help out his sister. Danielle was tall, muscular, but still all woman. She was a farmer's daughter. He admired the way she moved as she too opted to slide across and then lean in and kiss him as a way to give him thanks for the lift. His cheek burned where her lips had pressed into his skin and he knew his cock was straining to be released. "No problem," he answered back, tightening his groin muscles, trying to relieve some of the tension.
As the three girls chatted amongst themselves, Steven tried to think of what movies were on at the town's cinema. He wanted . . . needed . . . something to distract him. The next few seconds happened quickly, Steven cursing and the three girls either screaming or gasping in shock. The "popping" sound was muffled by the music, the passengers and the car itself as the tire exploded and the SUV swerved to the ditch. Its driver corrected the spin and pulled the vehicle to the side of the road, then shut off the engine. "Wait here," he muttered, slipping out of his seat and shutting the door behind him.
Steven stood outside, glaring angrily at the blown left rear tire. He eyed it and then shook his head. "She better have fucking replaced it," he said to himself as he walked to the back of the Tahoe and knocked on the window. Sally unlocked the trunk and Steven opened its hatch. "Fuck "
"What?" the three girls asked, all turning to look back at him and the object of his wrath.
"When did she put the donut on?" he asked, looking up at the three women.
Sally shrugged her shoulders. "I think it was about three weeks ago or something. She was fuckin' pissed too. She called your Dad and begged him to come out and change it, but he refused . . . something about her responsibility or something like that. Why?"
"Because she just lost the fuckin' donut too. Dad's like that. She was probably told once to get this tire patched and then have the shop change the tires out, but obviously she wasn't in a big hurry." He shut the trunk and leaned against the vehicle. Steven pulled out his cell phone and grumbled as he walked a few feet North, then South, East, and then finally West. He heard the doors to the Tahoe open and turned to see the Sally and Jessica with their own wireless phones out.
"You're not going to get a signal out here," Danielle told them. "There aren't any towers this far out and you know the one in town is shit. The best bet is to just wait till someone comes by."
Sally spun around, her phone gripped tight in her fist. "That's because we're in the middle of nowhere!"
"Ease up," Steven told them. "I've got a bar, maybe two if I'm lucky."
The three girls grinned and eagerly waited for him to get through to someone. Eventually, they could see him growing frustrated as his voice raised and he repeated various words. They all hoped the signal had been strong enough to get the situation across to the listener. Once he hung up, he walked back to the three women.
"Well?" Sally asked, her arms folded under her breasts and her gaze searching his face.
"Tabby's gonna send mom and dad out after they get home," he told her.
"When will that be?" Sally's voice showed her annoyance, as did her stiff posture and her crossed arms.
Steven shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. It's their anniversary. I know they had dinner and dancing planned, probably a nice drive or a movie."
Danielle sighed. "Well, there goes the game. Noone's liable to be down this road, unless they get lost. We could walk back to my place, but it'll be dark by the time we get there."
"And cold," Steven added.
"Yeah, that too," Danielle agreed.
"So we're stuck here for God knows how long " Jessica said, uncrossing her arms and reclaiming her seat. Steven and the other girls followed suit. An hour passed and then another before Steven leaned his seat back and closed his eyes. Silently he begged the Lord to grant him Sainthood when he died, because he had not yet killed the three perky females. Their time was spent talking about what celebrity was sleeping with who, and who was the newest pop star to go into Rehab.
Hours later, Steven found himself roused from an uncomfortable position in his sister's Tahoe. It took him a moment to remember where he was and who he was with. He wasn't sure what had awoken him as his eyes fluttered open. He listened to the shuffling of the girls and assumed they too had fallen asleep. He was wrong. The whispered words of "shh" and "quiet" and "he's gonna wake up" made Steven turn his body so he could better see what was going on. He first noticed that Sally was no longer in the front seat. This made his brow rise, knowing that the woman had to have climbed into the back with the other girls. He shifted again, feeling his skin grow warm as he heard the distinctive sound of a low primal moan. Immediately, his cock jerked in response.
Steven glanced at the back seat. With the aid of the moonlight he saw three creamy flesh-toned cheerleaders free of their little uniforms, wearing nothing but their bobby socks and sneakers. His breath caught in his throat as he watched the preppie girls go to town on each other. The bench seat was full of flesh. Danielle's long and well-shaped body lay across it. Jessica was on top, going at her from a sixty-nine position and Sally was sitting on her knees on the floor board, sharing Jessica's meal of Danielle's bushy cunt. His eyes were bugged out. His cock straining and his lungs starving for air. Yet, Steven said nothing, just enjoyed the sight of the moon and stars illuminating the wicked trio.
"Shh, Sally; he'll wake up," Jessica whispered.
Sally moaned and took a longer and deeper swipe of Danielle's pussy, battling for possession of the young woman's clit with her friend, Jessica. Jessica giggled when she heard Danielle grunt loudly. "She's gonna come soon," Jessica whispered. Steven reached down and pulled his zipper. Slowly he inched it down, his gaze never leaving the wanton display. A part of him wanted to turn on the dome light, show the girls he was awake and spotlight everything they did. Another part liked the dark shadows that kept a lot of their sexual exploits from his prying eyes. The sound of slurping, munching, and sucking only drove his imagination to further heights. He pulled his cock from his brief and started to stroke in time to what he knew was Jessica and Sally's feasting.
For a brief second clouds skated across the moon. A groan of frustration left his lips, but just as quickly the wind pushed the clouds away and Steven's eyes adjusted to the soft glow that silhouetted the interior of the SUV. The moonlight spilled over the three naked girls that were teasing and stroking each others' full hips, narrow waists, and upturned tits. His cock jerked to attention as he saw Sally's hair, free of her ponytail, in the clenched fist of Jessica, who was pushing the woman's face deeper into Danielle's pussy. His cock jerked in response. His gaze shifted and he watched Danielle's mouth move from one of Jessica pussy, to her ass. Jessica growled low, as her hips began to rise and fall with the motion of her friend's tongue thrusting in and out of her tight hole.
Jessica's eyes caught Steven's; his earlier grunt a sure sign he'd been watching. Their gazes held and she winked, before licking one of her fingers and gliding it down Sally's upraised ass. He listened and watched the perfectly formed dames fondle and stroke, lick and suck. In time his balls tightened and his seed coated his shirt, soaked into the material, causing his stomach to become sticky with milk.
"Gonna car pool more often?" Jessica asked, grinning, before diving back into her shared meal.
"Hell yeah " he answered and then heard Danielle's voice grow raspy as she cried out she was coming. He would have liked to see the other girls drenched in fluids, but he knew to turn on the lights would ruin the moment. His cock remained half-mast as Jessica came, giving her creamy froth to Danielle's hungry lips. Sally, he knew was the only girl not to come, and he felt bad for that, wondering if he'd have the chance to make her squeal in pleasure. Much to his surprise though the anal fucking that Jessica had been giving the perky Cheerleader was enough to make her climax and more heady perfume filled the interior of his sister's SUV.
When Steven felt the three had recovered, he coughed and warned them the light was coming on. All three giggled, but waited for the invasion of privacy they were more than ready to welcome. They all blinked back the dots of lights that danced in front of them as the dome light flickered to life and cast a soft glow across the juice-laden faces. Steven shook his head in wonder at the three women. Their bodies slick with juices that either covered their faces of their cunts. Thighs glistened with cream; even the saliva from Jessica's ass fucking of Sally seemed to have its own halo of light surrounding it.
"Is Tabitha a part of this little club?" he asked, though he already knew the answer. All he had to do was think back to the sleep over they had had the night before he took off for college. Their grins were also the confirmation he needed. "How long you four been fucking? And are there others like you?" He chuckled and shook his head in amazement. "I know a couple of fellas and ladies who would love to make your acquaintance."
Sally giggled, and shimmed her way back to the passenger side, bucket seat. Her ass was in his face and Steven swatted it playfully. She laughed and then changed her mind, occupying his lap instead. "We've been playing since forever," Sally told him, purposely wiggling her bare ass over his semierect dick.
Steven groaned and grabbed her hips, pulling her back and then pushing her slightly forward. His cock was wedged nicely between her cheeks and the moisture of her pussy began to slither across his shaft. "Tab's gonna be pissed she missed this," Sally whimpered, pushing one of her hands between her legs and finding the young man's dick. "She wanted to be here when we all fucked you."
"Sally!" Jessica hissed. "You weren't supposed to say anything." She rolled her eyes and then shimmed over to Danielle, both girls happily snuggled into each other.
"Fuck," Steven muttered, when he felt Sally's fingernails graze his dick. He lifted her up, just enough for her to wrap her delicate digits around his meat. "Tab wants to watch. . .ooh fuck Sally that feels nice."
"Good," she said, "this will feel nicer." She aimed his dick to the entrance of her sex and then settled herself down onto the hard meat.
"Ooh yes, it does," he agreed, as his dick became nestled in the warmth of her pussy. He pushed her hair out of the way and began to nuzzle her neck, sucking and nibbling on the skin as his hips thrust slowly upwards.
"Yes, she wanted to watch and that's not all," Danielle said, watching Sally ride Steven's cock. She pushed her fingers against Jessica's clit and began to finger her friend. As she did she told Steven how badly his sister wanted to fuck his brains out, and so did all of the girls.
With every fantasy the three cheerleaders told Steven of, his cock pumped in and out of Sally's cunt. He felt the warm juices of her sex coating him, blanketing him in globs of sticky fluids he knew someday he'd be dining from. The thought of his big breasted sister wanting to suck his cock, take it up her ass and ride him hard, made his balls tighten in anticipation. He'd fantasized about his little sister several times and knowing that she'd been doing the same thing only added to his growing lust.
He glanced back at Jessica and Danielle, as Sally's cunt muscles milked his tool. He saw Jessica had moved to lean against one of the side doors. One leg draped high over the back of the bench seat, the other tossed over Danielle's shoulder. Danielle had moved in between the luscious beauty's thighs and was busy munching on pussy, while telling Steven how much each one of the girls wanted to fuck him.
"But I'm first," Sally groaned, increasing her pace, the stopping, only to start up again, this time moving faster.
"Yeah, lucky slut," Jessica groaned. Her fingers moved to Danielle's head and she mashed the woman's face deeper into her sex.
Steven watched for as long as he could, eventually though he could not help but lift and drop the vixen on his lap to the tune of her "fuck me harder" playing in his head. His nails bit into her skin. His hips lifted and fell. Her ass bounced back and forth against him and her fingers dug at his denim clad thighs. His balls hurt, being trapped in the jeans, but it was nothing like the pain his cock was enduring being forced to live inside the hot, slippery home, and stay on the edge of a climatic explosion. He bit down on Sally's shoulder, sucking her flesh and marring her skin with a red bruise that would later become brown and black.
"Fuck Steven!" Sally groaned. She threw her head back and arched all at the same time. He understood she was close, so he fought to maintain his erection so she could come and then he could squirt his load all over her ass. When he felt the juices of her orgasm shower him, he counted to thirty, slower than he thought possible and pulled out of her. Sally understood. She bent over, resting her elbows on the seat next to her and extended her ass.
"Give it to me baby," she told him.
Steven wasn't sure what was more beautiful. The thought of her ass swallowing his rod, or seeing steady streams of come marking her perfectly formed derriere. He opted for the second choice, knowing full well he'd be filling her tight cavern some other time. He stroked his cock, enjoying the slippery texture of Sally's come on his skin. A few hard jerks was all he needed to spray the creamy globes with his seed. He heard her whimper, "yes baby" and then he shot a second volley over her ass.
Jessica and Danielle both watched. Jessica, rewarded with the best view, soon came and sprayed her honey all over Danielle's face. Danielle moaned and slurped up the liquid silk, swallowing the nectar and then coming up to share the flavorful beverage with its owner. The two girls' mouths moved together, cleansing palettes that tasted of passion.
A pair of headlights caught Steven's attention and he knew, though the car was a great distance away that it was his parents. He ran one finger between Sally's ass cheeks, pushing a drop of his come into her hole. "Get dressed girls; the welcome wagon is here."
The three cheerleaders screamed for him to shut the light off, which he did. He pushed his come-covered cock into his jeans, zipped up and got out of the truck, hoping to give the girls time to slip back into their clothes. He walked to the back of the SUV, chuckling as the three women getting dressed, forced the vehicle to rock back and forth. The lights came closer and he covered his eyes slightly to ward off the glare. Headlights were shut off and only parking ones remained as the car pulled to the side and the engine was turned off.
He smiled and walked over to the driver's side. "Hey Dad," he said, opening the door for his father.
"Tab said you had trouble. I told her to replace that tire," Peter Cavalie said, with a hint of annoyance in his voice. "Sorry about getting out here so late, its going on three a.m.. We got home and figured you picked up the girls, went to the game and stayed out. Tab was asleep when we got home, so your Mother and I just went to bed. She got up later and woke me. She told me where you were and what happened."
"No big deal dad. I fell asleep. The girls entertained themselves and then later we all chatted some when I woke up. You got enough room for all of us?" he asked, looking over his father's minivan and thinking how much fun he and the girls could have in it, if he needed to car pool again.
"Yeah, let's throw the old tire in the back, then we'll get it fixed tomorrow. Your sister and you can come out here and change it then . . . but make sure she changes it! It's her responsibility," Peter said as he walked toward the SUV, that was no longer moving. He waved hello to the three cheerleaders as they climbed out of the Tahoe.
They waved back and watched as Steven took the original tire and tossed it into the back of the van. The group of girls grabbed their bags and headed to the van. "I've called your parents and told them about the car troubles. You'll all be staying in the guests' bedroom tonight, since Tab's sick. Then tomorrow Steven can take you home. Tab too . . . I don't care if she's spewing her guts out on the floor or not, she's going to change that tire!"
Steven snickered. His dad refused to have a wimp daughter and the flu was no excuse for being irresponsible. He knew though . . . if Tab was still sick, he'd change the flat, but instead of making her do his chores, or force her to treat him to dinner for payment, he'd have another way for her to show her appreciation.
He got into the van with his Dad, watched the three girls huddle in the back seat, leaving the middle bucket ones empty. He wondered how daring they would be with his father driving, but much to his disappointment only the sounds of soft snoring filled the interior of the red vehicle.
"Poor things must be exhausted after staying out all night. Sorry you got stuck, Steven. I know hanging out with your sisters high-maintenance friends, isn't your idea of fun," Peter said to his son.
Steven shrugged. "Eh, no big deal dad. I learned a bit more about my sister and her friends. Sometimes they need someone to unload on and I was the guy tonight." He hid his smile as the drove down the road.
"That's good. It doesn't hurt to be a friend to those girls. I know they get a bit . . . flighty, but all in all their all good kids."
"Ooh yeah, Dad. They'll take ya to heaven and back," Steven muttered.
"What was that?" Peter asked.
Steven yawned. "Nothing Dad, just talking out loud . . . tired too. I sure hope Tab feels better in the morning." He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. He had plans for little sister and they included more then being bent down and changing a tire. |
STNG - The Sex Adventures Ep. 02 | 14,054 | 4.6 | 2,048,256 | [
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] | Ship's Counselor Deanna Troi opened her eyes and looked around, trying to get her bearings. She was in a grass field, but couldn't remember how she got there. The last thing she remembered was being aboard the Enterprise, but what happened? There was an accident. Yes. It was starting to come back to her. They were attacked by Ferengi. The Captain ordered everyone to abandon ship. She managed to find an escape pod before the ship exploded, but where was she now? And where was the crew? Were they all dead?
She tapped her communicator.
"This is Counselor Troi, is anybody out there?" she said out loud, but there was no response. Frustrated, she propped herself on an elbow and then rose to her feet.
"Don't move," a voice from behind said. Deanna froze, not recognizing the voice, but she could hear the hum of a phaser and knew she could die at any moment. "Turn around."
Deanna slowly turned around. She was standing face to face with a creature who was exceptionally hideous. His humongous ears, beady eyes, jagged teeth, all the characteristics of a Ferengi.
"Who are you? And why did you attack our ship?" Deanna asked.
"I am Daemon Ragar, and the answer to your second question should be obvious. I ordered the attack on the Enterprise for you, human," he said, snarling.
"Me? Why me?"
"Because you will fetch a great profit when I sell you as a sex slave, of course," Ragar said, barely able to hide his excitement.
"You must be joking."
"A Ferengi never jokes about profit," he snapped back at her. "But first, I must sample the goods."
Deanna was afraid of this. Ferengi liked sex as much as they liked money, and they'd always had an attraction to humans. Especially ones with large breasts, and hers were legendary.
"Take off your uniform," he said, raising his phaser.
"Never," she said.
"No matter," he said and touched a button on his phaser. Then he pointed it at her and fired!
Deanna gasped, thinking this was the end, but the blast hit her square in the chest and vaporized her uniform leaving her completely naked. Her large breasts bounced free for a moment until she was able to safely cover her nipples with her hands.
"What? How?" she asked.
"New technology. This setting leaves organic material intact," he said, eyeing her curvy body.
"I still won't submit to you. You'll have to kill me!"
"Ah, but we have another setting. Similar to stun. You will be awake, but there will be nothing you can do about it!"
"No," she said. "You can't, you monster!"
"I can and I will," and he adjusted the dial and pointed the phaser at her again.
"Counselor Troi?" a voice boomed from the sky.
"What is that?" the Ferengi yelped, crouching in fear at the sudden interruption.
"This is Counselor Troi," she replied, rolling her eyes.
"Sorry to disturb you, Counselor. I just thought you should know you're late for your first appointment."
"I'll be right there," Deanna said, looking at the cowering Ferengi. "Computer. Save and end program."
The Ferengi, the grass field, the whole universe disappeared leaving Deanna standing in the middle of the Enterprise holodeck.
"Damn," she muttered. "This better be good."
\- - -
"So," Deanna said, now sitting in her office. "Tell me what happened."
"Nothing," Beverly Crusher, her friend and the ship's doctor, said as she sipped on her tea.
"Nothing?" Deanna asked again, surprised and disappointed.
"Wesley and I had dinner last night, but we didn't discuss it... and I feel fine now," she lied. "I'm over it."
"Really?" Deanna could tell Beverly was lying. Did she forget she was an empath, Deanna wondered.
"Yes. I mean, I thought about saying something. I even thought about what you joked about, you know, a 'roofie', but I could never do that. I couldn't roofie my son. Could you imagine? Essentially raping your own son? Raping anyone? Really, Deanna?" Beverly laughed, but she was rambling and it didn't take an empath to know she was lying through her teeth.
"So no more thoughts about Wesley's large cock?"
Beverly almost spilled her tea, but quickly composed herself.
"None."
"Well that's wonderful," Deanna told her. "I'm so glad it worked out."
"Yes," Beverly said and sipped her tea again.
This is even better than I imagined, Deanna thought. What did you do to your son, Beverly?
\- - -
Beverly left Deanna's office confident she had successfully convinced her friend that nothing had happened. But it did happen, of course. Just hours ago, Beverly had drugged her son, sucked on his magnificent cock, and swallowed all of his delicious cum. Only it hadn't satisfied her craving like she had hoped. Instead, it was worse. Far worse. She couldn't stop now.
"One part Axonol, two parts Neurozine," Beverly said as she loaded a vial with an anesthetic compound. "Now, to keep that cock hard all night, Wesley," she continued and loaded more drugs into a different vial.
"Who are you talking to?" Nurse Ogawa asked.
"What? Was I talking out loud?" Beverly asked, startled.
"Yes. What are you working on?"
"Nothing. Just some personal experiments," Beverly told the nurse and rushed off. Nurse Ogawa had worked with Beverly for years and never seen her act quite like that. She trusted the Doctor, though, and thought nothing more of it.
\- - -
Wesley Crusher had never felt more tired in his life. He just had dinner with his mother but he felt like he had just climbed the high peaks of Andoria. He had hoped to work on some experiments before bed, but he could barely concentrate for more than a couple of seconds. Better sleep this off, he thought, and then collapsed fully clothed into bed.
Beverly Crusher, his mother, pushed him over on his back.
"I'm sorry, Wesley," she said. "I promise this will be the last time."
Beverly pulled off her son's shirt and hung it over a nearby chair. Then she removed his pants and underwear, revealing his large, but soft cock. She shuddered at the site of it. She was in love with that cock. All reason and sanity had escaped her mind. It was all she could think about.
"Now for the stimulant. You do want to satisfy your mother, don't you?" the deranged Beverly asked her unconscious son.
She removed a hypospray and injected the stimulant directly into Wesley's penis. Wesley's cock rose and hardened in seconds. It stood straight in the air and must have been at least eight or nine inches in height. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen in the world. It's mine, she thought. All mine!
Her mouth watering, Beverly peeled off her clothes. She was older, but she exercised regularly and her body was in great shape. Beverly climbed over her son and grabbed his cock. Wanting first to taste it, she licked from the base of the shaft to the top of the head. A large glob of precum had formed at the head which she immediately lapped up with her tongue.
"First, my appetizer," she said.
And then she engulfed his cock with her mouth. She pushed it as far as she could, but was impossibly big. There was no way she could deep throat it without causing serious damage. Instead, she concentrated on kissing and licking the head of her son's cock while stroking the shaft with her hands. She wanted to taste that wonderful cum again before she fucked him, and the stimulant meant his cock would stay hard no matter what.
After a short while she could feel the cock tensing in her hands and she knew he was about to cum.
"Give it to me, Wesley," she said and stroked his cock into her open mouth.
The first blast was massive. It struck her in the back of the throat and she instinctively closed her mouth and swallowed, but the cum was still erupting and now it splattered all over her face before falling back and landing on her hands. There was so much cum and she kept stroking, slowly now, watching it ooze out and drip all over her closed fists. She had no intention of letting any of it go to waste, of course. She leaned down and slurped it off her hands and his cock. She held it in her mouth, savoring the taste and then she swallowed it all down.
"Oh god, Wesley. Your cum tastes so good!"
Completely out of control, Beverly climbed on top of her son and slid his cock into her dripping wet pussy. The size of Wesley stretched her like she had never been stretched. It hurt, but it hurt in such a good way she came right then and there. Her body shuddered as she sat frozen on his cock not wanting to move at all. When that first wave subsided she pulled up and then back down on his cock, fucking her son for all he was worth.
"This is unbelievable," she cried. And it was, it was the best feeling ever. A warm cock so large, and her son. The naughtiness of it all was causing her to go wild. She thought she might have a heart attack she was enjoying it so much.
As she kept thrusting down on his cock, she grabbed Wesley's limp hands and brought them up to her breasts.
"Fuck me, Wesley," she yelled. "Fuck me!"
And she came again right there until finally collapsing next to him.
Tears formed in her eyes. She knew this was wrong, but her body wouldn't let her stop.
\- - -
Meanwhile, on the holodeck...
Deanna Troi was naked in a grass field. She was on all fours.
"No. Don't!" she said, not convincing at all. "Don't fuck my ass!"
But the Ferengi pushed his alien cock as far is it could go into Counselor Troi's asshole. She shut her eyes in ecstasy as he did so and even pushed back on the cock.
I wonder if this is what Beverly is doing with her son, she asked herself. I'll have to find out.
To be continued... |
Stepdaughter Watches Ch. 05 | 107,753 | 4.62 | 533,716 | [
"father daughter sex",
"father daughter incest",
"stepfather",
"stepdaughter"
] | *This is the fifth and final chapter in my series about the relationship between a stepfather and his stepdaughter.
As always, I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as you have the previous ones, and I welcome your positive and constructive comments.*
\*
The morning after my oral encounter with Ashley in the hottub, I awoke to a ringing in my head that turned out to be coming from my cell phone on the nightstand. It was the father of the friend of my youngest stepdaughter, calling to see if it was ok if they kept her another day so she could go with them to their lake house for the day. I groggily agreed, then got up to make some coffee and see if Ashley was awake.
I sat at the breakfast room table, sipping my coffee and contemplating the events of the night before.
I had experienced the immense pleasure of my stepdaughter sucking my cock -- a fantasy that was uppermost on my list of adventurous sexual pleasure!
As I relived the erotic memory of the night before, the image of Ashley in yellow lingerie came into focus. I was pretty sure she had been wearing one of her mother's new matching sets of lingerie -- something I had repeatedly spoken to her and my wife about, telling Ashley that it was inappropriate for a daughter to wear her mothers' lingerie and telling my wife that I didn't want to see her in the lingerie and be reminded of her daughter -- though, in all honesty, the idea intrigued me.
I decided I needed to speak to her about it yet again, and headed upstairs.
Nearing the top of the stairs, I heard a noise in our bedroom and turned to investigate. When I walked through the door, I found Ashley standing in front of her mother's dresser -- the lingerie drawer still open as she was finishing hooking one of my wife's bras on her chest; the matching panties already covering her incredible ass.
She hadn't heard me coming and she jumped and screamed when I said, "What are you doing!?"
She spun around; not bothering to cover her lacy lingerie clad body and shouted, "Dad! You scared me!" To which I replied, "I'm going to do more than scare you -- how many times have I told you to stop wearing your mother's lingerie!?" "I know," she stammered back, "but I don't have any nice stuff!"
"Then we'll just have to do something about that." I said. She looked at me as it sank in. "Get dressed," I said, "we're going to Victoria's Secret." Ashley squealed in delight and ran up and kissed me on the cheek and said, "You're the best dad ever!" Then she disappeared down the hall and downstairs, on her way to her bedroom in the basement -- saying as she went, "I'll be ready in 10 minutes!"
As we walked into the store, it occurred to me that Ashley hadn't changed out of her mother's lingerie and I smiled as my cock twitched at the vision in both of my heads...
We walked into the store and a very attractive young saleslady approached us and asked if she could help us find anything. Ashley had already headed for a display that had caught her eye and I took the opportunity to explain to the saleslady that I needed her to work with Ashley to find enough lingerie so that she wouldn't have to borrow her mother's anymore. The young lady smiled and said she would be happy to take care of my daughter and then asked me if I had a budget. I told her I would let her know if she reached it and she smiled as she walked away; her firm young ass swaying from side to side in an exaggerated walk that I was sure was for my benefit.
I browsed around for a while, occasionally sending something back for Ashley to try on, all the while trying to maintain my composure and not think about what Ashley looked like in each set of lingerie.
After some time had passed, I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to find the original saleslady standing behind me. "Your daughter would like for you to come back to the fitting room."
When she saw the puzzled look on my face, she smiled and gently touched my forearm as she said, "Its ok, follow me."
I followed her back to the changing room and she walked me to one of the stalls and lightly tapped on one of the doors and said, "I brought him back," obviously talking to Ashley. The door opened and I saw Ashley facing me, holding her t-shirt in front of her. "Come on!" she said, referring to the fact that the longer I took to walk into the changing room, the greater the chance that someone would see her.
She reached around me and pulled the door shut, then looked up at me and said, "I want to show you what I picked out," and with this, she pulled her t-shirt away to show me a beautiful, very sexy matching set of sky blue lacy thong panties and bra. "Wow!" was all I could get out of my mouth, to which she replied, "I know, I feel so pretty." "You ARE pretty sweetheart." I said as I gazed at the gorgeous woman in front of me. "Is that all?" I asked. "No! I found a lot! I want to show you," she said.
Before I realized the meaning of her words, she reached around behind her back and unhooked the bra and pulled it off, revealing her beautiful breasts. I started to protest, but she stopped me by gently placing the fingers of her open hand over my mouth and 'shooshing' me.
After a brief pause as she looked into my eyes for the assurance that I understood, she resumed removing her bra, followed by the matching panties. She had turned her back to me, affording me an unobstructed view of her incredible ass -- sending more blood rushing to my cock.
I took advantage of her position to quickly adjust my hardening cock in my slacks, watching as she slipped into the next set of lingerie, an emerald green set that was unlined and lacy, and clearly showed her erect nipples pressing against the material, and the camel-toe outline of her pussy lips.
"Do you like it?" she asked, smiling and knowing full well that I would. "You're beautiful sweetheart," I replied. "Wait," she said, "I have more to show you," and she repeated her striptease and tried on another set. By the third or fourth set, my cock was hard enough to hammer nails -- and she knew it -- there was no hiding the tenting in my slacks.
The next time she turned around, she looked down at the bulge in my slacks and moved forward and hugged me and said, "Thank you dad! I love them! Can I have them all?" "As long as you promise to stop wearing your mother's stuff, yes," was my reply. She kissed me on the cheek and thanked me again and I was disappointed to feel her begin to pull her body away from mine, breaking our hug; not realizing that, as she broke our hug, she was lowering herself to her knees in front of me.
Her hands slid down my chest and settled on my belt, and she looked up at me with a beautiful expression that was unmistakable. I reached down and grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her up to me and said, "No sweetheart, we can't do this... not here," as quietly as I could, hoping my voice wouldn't carry beyond the changing room.
"I really want to do this for you," she said then gently kissed me on the lips. "I know this is one of your fantasies cause mom told me." I was paralyzed as I watched her sink back down to her knees and continue unbuckling my belt, looking up at me with lust in her eyes.
I closed my eyes as I felt her warm mouth close around my cock, trying not to moan -- and mostly succeeding.
From my vantage point above her, I watched as my beautiful stepdaughter bathed my cock and balls with her tongue, then wrapping her hand around my shaft, stroked me up and down as her head bobbed in unison.
I wanted it to last forever... Part of me was trying not to make noise -- fearing security would open the door at any moment, and the other part of me was actually hoping the saleslady was standing just outside the door, listening.
In no time, I felt a fresh load of cum rising from my balls into the shaft of my cock and before I could warn Ashley, I flooded her mouth with my seed. She gagged only briefly, and then swallowed without spilling a drop -- like mother, like daughter...
She stood up and kissed me on the lips, the salty taste of my cum still fresh. It had all seemed to happen so fast...
I reached down and fastened my slacks and belt and looked in the mirror to make sure I was dressed, then opened the door to slip out of the dressing room, only to find the young saleslady standing at a nearby rack, pretending to be adjusting something, but the smile on her face as she looked over at me left no doubt that she knew exactly what was going on in the dressing room.
I smiled sheepishly as I brushed past her, wondering if it was just my imagination, or did I detect the familiar aroma of an excited pussy as I walked past...?
My humiliation continued at the cash register as the saleslady was ringing up the items and one of her associates walked up and asked what she was smelling -- the three of us knowing that it was the moisture from Ashley's pussy that had tainted the new lingerie...
The drive home was very quiet.
When we got home, I went upstairs, stretched out on my bed and closed my eyes and began to reflect on the events of the previous couple of hours. Just as I had closed my eyes and begin to drift off to sleep, I heard Ashley knock on the door frame and ask if she could come in. I opened my eyes to see her wearing one of the new bra/panty sets and nothing else, and carrying the shopping bag full of her new lingerie.
"I want to do a fashion show for you," she said. "You showed me everything in the dressing room, didn't you?" I asked; to which she answered, "Yes, but I had to change too fast and I want to show you again."
I protested to no avail and finally sat on the foot of the bed to watch the show.
I was treated to a show like no other, each matching lingerie set more erotic and sexy than the last -- the result of which was evident by yet another bulge in my slacks. Ashley would disappear into the master bathroom and emerge in a new outfit, using the short distance from the bathroom towards the bed as her personal fashion runway, striking a pose and asking me if she looked pretty, or sexy and smiling as I reassured her that she looked very sexy indeed.
She finally emerged in a stunning black set that included a small piece of white lace around the edge of both bra and panty, telling me this was the last of it. She walked up and stood right in front of me, both of us realizing the sexual tension between us was volatile. Ashley leaned up on her tip toes and kissed me on the lips again, but this time, she let her lips linger on mine and I allowed myself to enjoy the feel of her soft lips against mine.
Her movement brought me back to reality as I realized she was taking off her bra. By now, there was no fight left in me and I simply watched as she undressed and stood naked before me. After a moment, we kissed again and I turned and gently pushed her back onto the bed and slowly lowered myself to my knees and began kissing the inner thigh of her right leg.
I could smell the strong scent of her sweet pussy juice as I looked up to see her caressing her tits and pinching her nipples. She moaned loudly when my lips covered her outer pussy lips with a gentle kiss, followed by my tongue encircling and flicking her clit.
God she tasted incredible! Better than I imagined! I closed my eyes and let my mouth and tongue explore the depths of her sex, swallowing each mouthful of her sweet nectar as her pussy responded to my efforts.
She arched her back as the first wave of her orgasm took control of her body and the moan that came from her mouth was deep and guttural. I kept licking and sucking on her as I unbuckled my slacks and pushed them and my boxer briefs to the floor so I could stroke my cock.
As the tremors from her orgasm subsided, I stood and, taking hold of her ankles, I spread her legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Our eyes met and I hesitated, knowing that what I was about to do would change our relationship forever. "Fuck me daddy, please. I want you to be my first," were the last words I heard Ashley say as my mind exploded at the sensation of her tight warm pussy as my cock pushed passed her outer lips and I sank my shaft into her until I felt my balls rest against the crevice between her legs.
Slowly, then more rapidly, I pistoned my cock into her young pussy, listening to the sounds of our bodies slapping against each other and her lust-filled words of encouragement, "Oh fuck yes... Oh fuck... Oh fuck... FUCK ME DADDY!"
The bed was rocking back and forth as I slammed my cock into her hard.
She arched her back and screamed as another orgasm racked her body, pushing me over the edge as I joined her with my own orgasm, emptying my balls deep into her womb.
I collapsed onto my elbows above her as both of us gasped for air -- our hearts pounding.
I had just fucked my stepdaughter and took her virginity! My mind should have been racing with the implications of my actions, but I was too exhausted to care...
Epilogue. Since that day, some 3 years ago now, Ashley and I have continued our intimacy whenever the opportunity presents itself. We have fucked and sucked in every room in the house, several of the dressing rooms in the nicer department stores in the area, in the car, in the hottub and in several hotel rooms when she has accompanied me on business trips (at the encouragement of her mother). I have even introduced her to the pleasure of anal sex.
We are careful not to express any desires for each other when her younger sister is home, but my wife learned of our relationship about a year ago when she returned from a trip early in the morning and found Ashley and I sleeping naked in bed together.
To my surprise, my wife stripped off her clothes and slid into bed on the opposite side of me from Ashley and I found myself wrapped in the arms and bodies of two beautiful women when I awoke.
My wife was very happy that I had taken Ashley's virginity rather than some inexperience teen-aged boy and has encouraged Ashley to 'fill-in' for her whenever she travels. Ashley also routinely joins us naked in the hottub and has even been in the hottub with us when her mother has impaled herself on my cock and gently rocked herself to orgasm while Ashley has fingered herself to her own orgasm.
Ashley is in her mid-twenties now, and just last summer met a young man in whom she is very interested and with whom she has begun having sex, so I don't know how much longer our sexual relationship will last, but if it ended tomorrow, I would have incredible memories of our adventures.
Thank you for letting me share my beautiful family with you.
And for those of you who might be wondering, yes, my youngest stepdaughter is now 18 and there have already been discussions between my wife and I (and apparently between my two stepdaughters also), about how much she flirts and prances around in her lingerie when I'm home... |
Still Lost in Space Ch. 03 | 30,540 | 4.61 | 218,354 | [] | ©2005 All rights reserved
Chapter 03
**REVENGE OF THE SMITH**
*"...Last time as you recall, the Jupiter 2 was waiting for the arrival of another ship lost in the void. Major West was in his cubicle recovering from Judy's assault, Professor Robinson was supposed to be making love to his wife for an hour or so, Will and Penny were playing 'rock, paper, scissors' for the loser to clean up Will's goo, while Judy reloaded the staple gun. Smith retired to his cubicle for a nap as the Robot stood vigil on the upper deck. All was quiet as the other ship drew near..."*
\* \* \* On the Enterprise \* \* \*
*"Captain's log, supplemental. The Enterprise is on route to rendezvous with another ship stuck in this void. They identify their ship as the Jupiter 2, a ship lost in space and assumed destroyed nearly two hundred and fifty years ago. The crew seems more at ease knowing we're no longer alone here. As I headed to the bridge, several crewmembers I passed started laughing uncontrollably. It's good to see such high spirits again."*
"It's definitely a Jupiter class ship, Captain, therefore it must be the Jupiter 2," said Spock from the sensor station.
"Are we close enough for a visual?"
"Yes Sir," replied Sulu, smirking over his shoulder at Kirk as he switched on the main view screen.
"Look at that," said Chekov, stifling a guffaw as the image of the Jupiter 2 came on the screen.
"She looks brand new," noted Uhura.
"What do make of that Spock?" asked Kirk.
"Well Sir, if we discussed this in the conference room instead of you canceling the meeting because you weren't done with Ensign Weston, we'd know what to make of it," sneered the First Officer. "Or are you referring to your inability to 'close the deal' with the bimbo?"
"How did you know that?" Kirk asked as his voice trailed off, watching the Jupiter 2 be replaced with a recording of Ensign Weston slapping him hard several times for trying to insert his 'Captain's Log' up her pucker on the view screen. Sulu fell from his chair laughing and Chekov momentarily lost bladder control.
"Can we please stop replaying this?" asked Uhura.
"How many people have seen this, Spock?" asked Kirk, turning red.
"It's been playing on a continuous loop on every screen and computer terminal since this afternoon," the Vulcan replied.
"You know, I really thought she wanted me to do that," Kirk sighed, watching himself being bitch slapped over and over.
"It may have helped if you waited for her to take the data wafer out of her ass first," Chekov managed to get out with tears flowing down his cheeks.
"I want every copy of this tape in my possession by the end of our watch," ordered Kirk.
"That will be very difficult to accomplish Captain, since there must be several hundred in existence at this time," replied Spock.
Kirk sighed and covered his eyes with his hand. "Can we get back to the ship we're about to visit?"
"Oh, if we must," Sulu said, making a big deal out of pushing a button to replace the image of Kirk's face being slapped with the pristine Jupiter 2.
"We know that they said they'd been lost in space for a dozen years, but that's inconsistent with two things, one, they've been missing two hundred and fifty years and two, the ship looks like it lifted off yesterday," said Kirk.
"There is a high concentration of chronotomic particles in this void. It is possible that they have only been out here for a dozen years but that wouldn't explain the condition of their ship," reported Spock.
"So either we're in the early twenty first century or they're in the late twenty third," mumbled the Captain.
"Maybe neither," chimed in Chekov.
"Let's not go down that road yet," said Kirk.
"Let's make contact first."
"They tried to do that before, Sir," Uhura reminded him.
"Okay, okay, I get it. Open a hailing frequency," Kirk snapped at her.
She pushed a button and nodded her head.
"Jupiter 2, this is Captain James T. Kirk representing the United Federation of Planets. Do you read us?"
*"Yes, this is Professor John Robinson, Commander of the Jupiter 2. Has your crew had its rest time, Captain?"*
Sulu and Chekov were snickering in front of him.
"Yes, thank you Professor Robinson. We are moments away from your craft. Would you, your family, and the pilot mind being our guests aboard the Enterprise?"
*"I'm not sure how that can be arranged, Captain."*
"Your ship is too large for our shuttle bay, so I suggest you power down your engines, set them to station keeping and we will beam you over."
*"Beam us over?"*
"Trust us, just group your family and the pilot together and let us do the rest," said Kirk.
*"There are two other members of our crew, Captain. We'd like them to come along as well."*
Spock looked back down his computer view screen. After a moment he shook his head at the Captain.
"Who would they be?" asked Kirk.
*"One is our B9 Robot. It's as much a member of the crew as any of us. The other is an unfortunate addition, having been caught onboard at the time of liftoff."*
"Of course Professor," answered Kirk.
"Sir, we are in transporter range," reported Chekov.
"Jupiter 2, we will transport you aboard as soon as you indicate you're ready, Enterprise out." Kirk looked at his First Officer. "Spock?"
"The B9 Robot is listed on their cargo manifest. As far as the other individual, we will need to wait and see."
\* \* \* On the Jupiter 2 \* \* \*
"Take a look at that son of a bitch!" West exclaimed, looking out the bay windows and holding an ice bag on his crotch.
"That is one big ship," said Will gawking at the Enterprise as it grew near.
"Look, the lettering is in English," said Penny, as she waited for Will to snap back some kind of insult. There wasn't any. She sighed as a wave of relief swept over her.
"They spoke English as well," said Judy.
"Everybody we meet speaks English," Maureen reminded them.
"Yeah, you're right. Is that possible?" asked Robinson.
Just then, the Robot came up the lift and came to stand with the others at the bay windows.
"Where's Smith?" asked Robinson.
"I just woke him and he will be here shortly," the metal man replied.
"What do you think Robot? Is it an Earth ship?" asked Robinson.
"If it is, it's not from our time," it replied.
"That's what I was thinking," said West.
"Oh, my oh my. Look at that beautiful vessel," said Smith as he exited the lift. "There must be hundreds of different individuals aboard," he muttered, looking in the direction of the Robot.
"My scanners are picking up over four hundred life forms," it said.
"Splendid, how are we getting there?" asked Smith.
"We're going to find out in a second," said Robinson. "Everyone ready?" he asked, looking around the room.
All nodded their heads except the Robot who simply said, "Affirmative."
Robinson flipped a switch and said, "Enterprise, the crew of the Jupiter 2 is ready to transport."
A shimmering sound was heard as all seven individuals and the Robot's atoms were converted to energy and they ceased to exist.
\* \* \* In Transporter Room 2 \* \* \*
"All eight individuals are in our transporter beam, Captain," reported Mr. Kyle.
Kirk adjusted his and McCoy's dress tunic and gave Spock a 'here we go' look. "Okay Kyle, start bringing them in."
The transporter chief started punching buttons and pushed the levers up. Six figures began to form on the transporter pad. When the cycle was complete, the entire Robinson family and Major West (with ice pack still on his crotch) stood on the platform.
"That was fun! Can we do it again?" asked Will.
"On the return trip," said Kirk.
"I'm John Robinson," said the Professor as he walked off the transporter pad and extending his hand to Kirk.
Kirk met him half way. "I'm James Kirk. This is my First Officer, Spock and my Chief Medical Officer, Leonard McCoy."
Robinson introduced his family and all shook hands with the exception of Spock, who bowed at every introduction.
"Mr. Kyle, bring the other two in please," said Kirk.
"Aye Sir," he replied.
Another round of shimmering and there stood Smith and the Robot. Spock visibly twitched at the sight of the B9 whirring and clacking in front of him.
"Well, hello, hello, I'm Doctor Zachary Smith," he said, walking down from the platform and grabbing McCoy's hand first. "And hello to you my fine young fellow," he said, jerking Kirk's arm up and down. Smith then stood face to face with the Vulcan. "Greetings, my Devilish friend," he said offering his hand to shake Spock's.
"I'm sorry, Doctor Smith, my First Officer is Vulcan and they do not wish to be touched by other individuals," explained Kirk.
Smith snatched his hand back and said, "I perfectly understand," as he then held his hand up and said, "Greetings."
Spock, still looking at the B9 was surprised by Smith's change in introduction and offered the Vulcan Salute. "Live long and prosper."
"Goodness, what a wonderful greeting," bubbled Smith. "You too as well."
Spock nodded at Smith and returned his gaze at the transporter pad. "Captain, we will need a ramp to bring down the B9 unit."
"See to it Spock," said Kirk as he turned to join his guests in the hallway.
"So you're the Captain?" asked Smith, surprised.
"Yes, does that come as a shock to you?" replied Kirk.
"I just didn't know that the military now promotes people still young enough to get acne," quipped Smith.
"I'm not a teenager Doctor, but I am the youngest person ever to be promoted to Captain of a Starship."
"Good for you young man and remember, scrubbing your face three times a day will keep the blackheads away."
Kirk ushered everyone out into the hallway. Just as he stepped to the door, McCoy stopped him.
"What's with him?" McCoy asked.
"Who?" replied Kirk.
"Spock. Have you ever seen him react like that before about an antique corn popper on treads?" asked McCoy hooking a thumb in Spock's direction.
Kirk looked back into the room and noticed that Spock was still gawking at the Robot as the engineering crew assembled a ramp. "You know how he gets about machines or computers with self motivating logic circuits. The B9 was about as far advanced as it could be with late 20th century engineering."
"Jim, I think he's got a woody," whispered the doctor into his ear.
Kirk glanced back and wasn't sure if his First Officer did or didn't. "Let's leave the two alone," he replied as he turned his attention to his guests. "Come right this way and I'll give you the grand tour."
\* \* \* Several hours later at the Captain's dinner table \* \* \*
From the left of head of the table, which was the Captains chair, there was Professor Robinson, Maureen, Major West, Judy, Penny, and Will. Smith sat at the opposite end of the table facing the Captain's seat. Continuing around the table was Scotty, Chekov, Sulu, Uhura, McCoy and Spock seated on Kirk's right hand side. The Robot stood off against the wall. All were making small talk as the door opened and in strolled Kirk.
All stood.
"Please be seated. I trust everyone has been introduced," Kirk asked, as he sat at the head of the table.
"Yes, Mr. Spock has been giving us his thoughts as to how two ships from different times are here in the same space," replied The Professor.
"I'm glad this is an Earth ship," said Penny.
"Vell, actually ve aren't," said Chekov, eyeing up the younger Robinson daughter.
"You're not?" asked Judy.
"Many of the crew members are from Earth, but we are sanctioned by the United Federation of Planets," explained Sulu, smiling back at the older daughter.
"And what is that exactly?" asked Will.
"Think of it as a galactic United Nations," replied Spock, glancing occasionally at the B9.
"But you folks are military," said West.
Uhura jumped up from her seat. "You're the one that wanted to know what I was wearing earlier, aren't you?"
West looked down at his place setting.
"Shame on you, Mister," she snapped, glaring at him for a few seconds before she sat back down.
"She's a feisty one," West mumbled under his breath.
"Knock it off," Judy whispered back.
"Yes we are military. The Enterprise is one of hundreds of various ships under the authority of Star Fleet Command, based on Earth, and is under control of the Federation," Kirk explained.
"Things have really changed in two hundred and fifty years," Maureen remarked.
"Not from where I'm sittin'," slurred Scott.
Kirk pulled McCoy over to him and whispered, "I thought I told you to sober him up before dinner."
"He pulled the slip on me. I couldn't find him till he showed up here," McCoy whispered back.
"The way I see it, men are still men and women are still women. The only difference is that the skirts are higher. Makes it easier to bend down and look up," Scott continued.
Uhura covered her eyes, Penny and Judy blushed, and Maureen stared at the drunken engineer. Robinson, West, and Will all looked under the table toward Uhura.
"Gentleman please. Everyone keep their heads above the table," said Smith with fork and knife in hand. "What's for dinner?"
Uhura removed her hands from her face in time to see the three men pulling their heads back up.
"What the..."
"Well, I ordered up a feast for us tonight," Kirk started to answer Smith.
"This is what I can't stand about some women," continued Scott. "Uhura runs around all day wearing that uniform as high as she can, showing the universe what she's got, but can't stand it when someone takes a look."
Uhura threw her napkin in Scotty's face.
"First, we have a Vulcan delicacy, Plomeek Soup, and then..."
"Now, Mrs. Robinson, you just saw the way Miss Uhura reacted. I'll bet if you ran around with a skirt that short you wouldn't mind someone looking. Of course I'm assuming the rug matches the carpet," asked Scott, giving her his best-drunken smile.
Maureen finally blushed, patted at her hair, and said, "Why, yes Mr. Scott, they do."
"Really?" asked McCoy, with a huge grin on his face.
"I'm sorry we can't provide a fresh salad as the stasis rooms are getting low but we stocked up on..."
"Call me Scotty. Would you like a tour of Engineering after dinner?" Scott asked, pulling a flask out of his boot and taking a swig.
"That would be most kind, Scotty. What are you drinking there?" Maureen asked.
"Ah," he said, holding the flask up. "Some of my better stuff, would you care for some?"
"Sure. I haven't had a snort since we left Earth," she replied. Scott wobbled his way over to her and poured a bit in her glass.
"Scotty don't," said McCoy.
"That's alright Doctor. I've been around the track a few times," she said and raised her glass.
"Mrs. Robinson, I have to warn you that that is pure Engine Room hooch at about 180 proof," warned McCoy. "I would sip it instead of..."
Scotty and Maureen clinked their drinks and up ended them, and then she slammed her glass back down on the table. Her eyes watered and she gave one small cough. "Smooth," she rasped.
"Aye, a good batch it was," Scott agreed with her. "Would anyone else like some?"
"Mr. Scott, we're not here to get drunk," warned Kirk.
"What's wrong Captain? We're all adults here. This is a social occasion and if my wife and family are offered a chance to let their hair down for a change, I'm inclined to agree with it. What do you say?" said Robinson, trying to loosen up the young Starship Commander.
Kirk bit his lip a moment, furious with his engineer. Then he thought better of it. The crew of the Jupiter 2 were his guests and if they wanted to get smashed at dinner, then so be it. In fact, tonight might be their first really great meal in a long time. "You're right Professor. Let's keep things as light hearted as possible. Mr. Scott, I trust you brought enough for everyone that wants it?"
"Aye, do you think I'm stupid?" he asked, headed to a crate in the corner of the room.
"Where did that come from?" asked Kirk.
"I always keep the best of every batch and hide the bottles all over the ship. I went looking for them before dinner. That's how I avoided the Doctor when he was looking for me." Scott placed four clear liter sized bottles on the table. "These four are the oldest, being at least three years old and there's plenty more if needed."
"Thank you, Mr. Scott," said Kirk, giving him the evil eye. He popped the cork of the bottle at the head of the table and began pouring the liquor for those that wanted it within his reach. Other officers stationed around the table did the same for those within their reach as well. The only person to turn down the hooch was Spock and that wasn't unexpected as Vulcans avoided alcohol as much as possible.
Smith took a whiff. "Mr. Engineer is this safe?"
"Aye, 'tis me best stuff."
"I only ask as I'm mainly a wine drinker and don't have much knowledge about hard liquor," Smith said, sniffing the clear liquid again and wrinkling his nose.
"Sorry Doctor Smith. There isn't any wine left on board that we know of," said Uhura.
"Pity," replied Smith.
Kirk tapped his glass a few times. "A toast."
Everyone stood and held out his or her glasses including Spock's filled with water.
"To the crew of the Jupiter 2, lost for twelve years and found by another ship just as lost as themselves. Together may we find our way home," said Kirk, and tapped Robinson's glass.
"Here, here," seconded McCoy, and tapped as many glasses as he could reach.
"Excellent toast, Captain Kirk," answered Robinson.
"Amen," said Uhura, as she noticed West looking at her and twitching an eyebrow. She sipped the hooch, knowing what it was going to do to her. She'd had several bottles of Scott's engineering essence before. She just hoped she didn't get too tipsy as the evening went on. She smiled slightly back at the pilot seated across from her.
Smith gagged a moment and then remarked on its sterilizing possibilities. Robinson flushed, Judy refrained from spitting it back into the glass, Penny whimpered, Will held his breath, and West gritted his teeth as it burned it's way down and smiled back at Uhura. Maureen dabbed her napkin at her lips and smiled.
"Reminds me of my dorm days back at Vassar," she said, glancing back at Scott.
"You didn't go there," said her husband.
"Shut up, don't ruin this for me," she hissed back and flashed a wicked smile at Scott.
"Where did you go to college?" Judy asked Sulu.
"I went to the Academy, and call me Hikaru," Sulu replied.
"How about you?" Penny asked Chekov.
"The same, and the name's Pavel."
"You'll find that all the officers on the Enterprise attended Star Fleet Academy," offered Kirk.
"Are you Russian, Pavel?" asked Penny, sipping her drink again.
"Yes Miss. I'm from a small town just outside Moscow," he replied.
"Wow, I never met someone from Russia before. Is it cold there?" she asked, resting her chin on her hands.
"Only in the winter and only if you don't have anyone to spend it with you," he replied, turning on the ol' Chekov charm.
Penny held her glass out and asked "More please?" Chekov not only uncorked a new bottle, he walked clear around the table to pour it for her. "The name's Penny and I think you're cute."
"Penny, like the old copper coin?" Chekov asked.
"Yes," she answered, giggling.
"Well, Scotty, it seems your hooch is breaking the ice," stated McCoy.
"I hope it's doing more than that," he replied, winking at Maureen. "You know, that's a mighty nice sweater you're wearing. It shows off your green eyes and red hair. I noticed that you don't wear uniforms. I have to wear this little red number all the time."
"Your point Mr. Scott?" asked the Captain.
"Well look at you. You at least have a choice. You can wear gold or green depending on how you feel. I'm always stuck in this one," Scott replied, jabbing his thumb in his mid section.
"Now that he mentions it, I wouldn't mind wearing something different for a change," groused McCoy.
"Now Mr. Spock, wouldn't you, just for once, want to wear something different?" slurred Scott.
Spock's response was to raise an eyebrow and draw his lips tight.
Sulu noticed that someone was running their foot up and down his leg.
"Yes, Captain, you were saying about dinner?" Smith asked, hoping to get the show on the road.
"After the soup, we have some fruit from Rigel IV. I think you'll find it to be both sweet and pungent."
"Goes good with a little hooch on top," drawled McCoy in his Georgian accent.
"After that, we have a traditional turkey dinner with all the trimmings including a nut stuffing invented by our chef onboard," said Kirk.
Smith pressed his napkin in the collar of his shirt, trying as hard as he could to send enough subtle hints that the Captain would hurry up the soup. As he looked in Kirk's direction, he noticed that Spock was back to staring at the Robot. "Fascinated by our mechanical man, Mr. Vulcan?"
Spock's mind was brought back to the room by Smith's question and looked in the Doctor's direction. "'Fascinated' would be exactly the word I would use Doctor Smith. I did not know that the B9 series was so sophisticated. This unit appears to have developed a personality with emotional sub-programming as well as a sense of humor. It's also in prime condition, as if it were just activated a week ago. In fact your entire ship reads on our sensors as if it was just assembled. Most curious," replied Spock.
"We had some help with that," replied Will, holding his glass out to Scott for a refill. "On the last planet we were on, I ran into a guy that gave me a wish stone to be used on my birthday. I wished for food, fuel, and for the ship to be back in it's original operating condition."
"The B9 was also rejuvenated?" asked Spock.
"Yep, him too," replied Will as Scott topped him off.
"Curious. Why weren't his memory banks wiped out and reset as well?" asked Spock, looking back at the B9.
"Exactly! That's what I said!" said Will jumping up to his feet. "I asked the guy the same question afterward and he tried to sell me a load of crap about our memories still being intact, then why not the Robot's."
"I am still grateful for having the breasts removed," said the Robot, uttering his first words since entering the room.
"Breasts?" asked Uhura.
"Yes, in demonstrating the wish stone to Will, as a joke, the guy wished me to have breasts. They were huge and hung down to..."
"Spare us the details you Boobless Bubblehead," snapped Smith.
The Robot fell silent and stood motionless again. Spock looked back to Smith and said, "Why did you just insult it?"
"Why not? It's just metal and wires. It has no feelings to hurt," replied Smith finishing the last of his hooch.
"Did you not just hear me say it has full functioning emotional sub-routines running?" asked Spock, giving Smith a look that would send most junior officers and crew running for cover.
"Nonsense," Smith waved his hand toward Spock, dismissing his objection. "That Dottering Dunderhead is no more intelligent or emotional than a toaster oven!"
"Doctor Smith, I must ask you to refrain..." started Spock when the door opened and several servers brought in the bowls of soup.
Somewhere in the previous few minutes, Scott managed to move his chair between Maureen and West and was whispering sweet drunken nothings into her ear.
"Hey, engineer, your seat is over there," pointed out Robinson.
"Aye, it was," Scott replied.
"That's my wife you're trying to proposition," said Robinson, puffing out his chest and looking like a real man for a change.
"You know that in the 23rd century, marriage contracts expire after seven years. How long have you been married to the Professor here?" Scott asked Maureen.
"It's been almost thirty years," she replied.
"It's your ex-wife I'm propositioning here, Robinson," Scott said. "So piss off."
Robinson looked to the Captain for help.
"Sorry Professor, marriage contracts expire after seven years, she's a free agent," said Kirk, between blows on his steaming hot bowl of soup.
"Does that mean I'm a bastard?" asked Will after doing the math in his head.
"You always were," answered Judy, feeling the effects of the booze.
"As Captain of this vessel I can perform the marriage ceremony for you," offered Kirk.
"Right after dinner would be good," Robinson replied quickly, noting that Scott's tongue was jammed in his ex-wife's ear.
"Not so fast, Mr. 'I'd rather talk than fuck'," Maureen said and then covered her mouth giggling like a little kid for using the 'F' word. "Remember that little 'hour or so' attempt at love making this afternoon? I spent thirty minutes trying to 'get it up' and the next hour trying to keep you awake. The only thing that woke you was when I called you a limp fish and you thought I was talking about serving lunch. The only satisfaction I got was from my rechargeable vibrator. Besides, I have a tour of Mr. Scott's quarters coming up after dinner," she said, giggling again.
"The engine room. She means the engine room," Scott corrected her.
"Yep, and then he's going to show me his Scottish suit of armor and bagpipes in his room," she said, running her hand along Scott's thigh.
Sulu took a peek under the table to find out who was trying to play footsies with him. Both Judy and the Major had a shoe off and both were playing with his booted feet. He reached down and moved the Major's over to Uhura, which he felt was West's actual target. Scott's hooch seemed to be affecting the Robinsons much more than the Enterprise crew, but then again, they were used to it.
Uhura looked down when she felt West's foot running up and down her tall boots. She smirked at him and said, "Have a thing with leather, Major West?"
"You could say that," he replied, continuing his efforts under the table.
Uhura joined him in his little game. "You know, I have all kinds of leather in my quarters," she cooed. Then she tasted her soup.
Sulu was having a great time because Judy was doing her best to give him a foot job right through his pants.
Penny was explaining to Chekov just how long a human's large intestine was and how it could stretch to accommodate large objects. He seemed fascinated.
"This soup is excellent Captain, but if memory serves me correctly it tastes like chicken," said Smith, thrilled that he was eating.
"Vulcans, aside from being the major pains in the asses they are, are also vegetarians Doctor. What you're eating is made entirely from vegetable stock," replied McCoy.
"I'm a bastard?" Will asked again.
"If we are being served turkey, what will you eat?" Smith asked Spock.
"There is always enough of everything else Doctor Smith. I will not go hungry," Spock replied.
"When we first entered the void, the chef had no idea what to give him since we were short on vegetables. It took Spock two months to figure out that he was being served 'Play-Doh' on top of pine needles. The chef always made a major presentation with the star shapes, squares, and circles from his 'Play-Doh' station. Spock couldn't figure out why he kept shitting crescent moons in Technicolor," chuckled McCoy.
"Vulcans weren't always vegetarians Doctor Smith. At one time we had our barbaric stage, eating seared flesh and drinking blood. Some of my ancestors were cannibals as well, cutting out the tongues and eating the brains of those that would insult them," remarked Spock while staring at McCoy.
Smith placed his spoon down and swallowed hard. "Lovely," he muttered.
"Give it a rest Spock," said McCoy, downing his drink. "You're the last person I'd worry about harming me on this ship."
"Vulcans are pacifists," offered Kirk to all that were listening. Not that there were that many at the moment.
Spock and McCoy were exchanging dirty looks, Robinson had his back turned to his ex-wife and was staring at the wall, and Smith had regained his composure and was again sipping his soup. Sulu was helping Judy try to bring him off, Scott had his hand up Maureen's shirt, Uhura was explaining her leather 'tools of the trade' back in her quarters to West, and Penny was demonstrating for Chekov just how far it was possible to jam a hand and forearm up one's rectum.
"Who wants some fruit?" asked Kirk.
"I'm a bastard?"
\* \* \* Later after dinner in the library \* \* \*
Professor Robinson sat in front of a small screen checking on all the advancements in relativity. A small smile was on his face.
\* \* \* In Spock's quarters \* \* \*
Spock was meditating in front of his fire pot. On the wall above the pot was the Vulcan IDIC representing his people's most basic belief, Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations. There was a chime at the door, breaking his concentration. It was considered extremely rude to interrupt a Vulcan in meditation, but most humans on the ship didn't understand. Most meant no harm and Spock reminded himself of that fact every time he left the meditative state and answered the door.
"Come," he said, as he pressed a button opening the door.
There stood the Robot.
Spock was taken back a second, wondering why the mechanical man was at his door. "May I help you, B9 unit?"
"I was wondering if you were willing to converse with me a while," it replied in its deep voice.
"Of course, enter," replied Spock, motioning for the Robot to come in.
"I am not disturbing you, am I?" it asked, clicking and clacking away.
"No, not at all. What do you wish to talk about?" asked Spock, his curiosity piqued.
"I wanted to know why you took exception to Doctor Smith insulting me."
"I believed that the insult was needless and uncalled for," replied the Vulcan.
"He does it every chance he gets. Once and a while, I manage to get one of my own back at him, but he always gets the better of me," the B9 replied, sounding morose.
Spock though for a moment and decided to ask a few questions. "Why do you think he insults you all the time?"
"I think he...hates me."
"I doubt that. There may be more going on here than you think. Does he ever talk to you or do you do things together when he doesn't insult you?"
The Robot stood there thinking and then answered, "Affirmative."
"When would that be?"
"I would rather not talk about it," it replied, with a voice half as loud as before.
Spock thought a moment and chose to change tactics. "B9 unit, what is your earliest memory?"
It failed to answer.
"B9 unit, you've been given an order. State what your earliest memory is."
It clinked and clacked and then said just loud enough for only a Vulcan to hear, "I tried to destroy the Jupiter 2."
"Was Doctor Smith an official member of the Jupiter 2 crew?" Spock asked.
"Negative," was its reply.
"How did he get onboard?"
"I do not know," it replied.
Spock stood and faced the Robot. "B9 unit, state your primary function."
It's bubble head extended to its highest point and it stood dead still. "Primary function: Preserve the Robinson family, preserve the Jupiter..." it stuttered and stopped.
Spock watched as the whole demeanor of the Robot changed.
It started again with an emotionless and staggered voice, "Primary function: At exactly sixteen hours after liftoff, destroy the Robinson Family. Destroy the Jupiter 2. Destroy, destroy, destroy the navigation system, destroy the operations system..."
"That's enough," ordered Spock. The robot ceased its recitation.
"What is your earliest memory of Doctor Smith?"
"He was trying to stop me from carrying out my primary function."
"You mean destroying the ship?"
"Yes," the Robot answered.
"B9 unit, as a Vulcan, I have the ability to mind meld with other sentient creatures. Would you mind joining our thoughts?"
"It won't hurt will it?"
"Not at all," Spock replied.
\* \* \* In Sulu's quarters \* \* \*
"So, Judy, what is your position on the Jupiter 2?"
"Like, what's my function?'
"Yes."
"Well, I was to be the first awakened when we reached Alpha Prime, being the suspended animation expert so I could make sure the rest of my family could be revived. That didn't happen, so I kind of became a nobody on the mission. I just started helping my Mother make meals and tidy the ship," she said with a sigh.
"Martha Stewart in space," chided Sulu.
"Kind of," replied Judy, as she fondled a sword hung on the wall.
"It's a beauty, isn't it?" asked Sulu.
"Is it authentic?" Judy asked, tracing the contours of the sheath.
"Aye, it's Samurai," Sulu replied, taking it off the wall and pulling the sword from its sheath.
Judy traced the length and her fingers quivered as her hand met Sulu's at the hilt. "It's so long and hard."
"Yes."
"Its power is great," she said with her mouth close to his.
"Yes."
With her mouth an inch from his, she said, "I've been told I'm a 'hot mamma'. Do men of the 23rd century still...fuck?"
"Yes."
\* \* \* In Chekov's quarters \* \* \*
"Yes, it's very impressive Pavel, but we're going to need something bigger," whined Penny.
"Bigger?" asked Chekov, looking down at himself.
\* \* \* In Engineering \* \* \*
"They're so powerful," cooed Maureen, looking through the grating separating the room from the Impulse engines. They're much more powerful than the engines on the Jupiter 2."
"These are just our sub-light engines. When we really want to get going we use the Warp Drive," slurred Scott while taking another swig of his newest batch.
"Can I have some more of that?" she asked, reaching her hands for the bottle.
"A lady never drinks from the bottle," he said as he made his way for a glass on one of the consoles. He poured her a full glass and handed it to her.
"Thank you, Scotty. Can I see your bagpipes now?"
"Here?" he asked looking down at himself.
"No, in your quarters, silly."
"It's right down the hall," he said, holding her ass as they left the room.
\* \* \* In Sick Bay \* \* \*
"This is truly amazing Doctor McCoy," said Smith checking out the diagnostic beds. "You can monitor every function of a patient while either making a diagnosis, operating, or recovery, without ever moving the patient at all."
"Yes, Starfleet made sure we were up to date on everything before we were sent out. Do you want some of this?" asked McCoy, holding out a flask containing a clear liquid.
"More of the engineer's swill?" growled Smith.
"No, it's wine from our last stop," answered McCoy swirling the liquid around the flask in an enticing manner.
"Goodness gracious me. Of course, thank you Doctor," cooed Smith.
"Call me Leonard. We're both disciples of Hypocrites."
"Ah yes," answered Smith, taking the proffered glass. "Please call me Zachary. I rarely find someone my own age with the same gift of insult I possess."
"It's not hard when you're around Spock as much as I am," McCoy said, handing Smith his wine.
Smith swirled it a bit and took a sip. "Delightful. What kind is it?"
"It's from Rigel IV, the same place as the fruit at dinner."
"I must make it a point to visit there. A planet that can produce such exotic fruits and wines must be a wonderful place to stay."
"Oh, you'd like it all right. It's a resort planet and the women walk around naked from the waist up," chuckled McCoy.
Smith paused in mid sip and then swallowed. "You don't say...how about the men?"
McCoy choked a moment on his wine and then started to laugh. "I guess they do too," he managed to answer.
"Splendid," cooed Smith as a smile crept on his face.
\* \* \* In Uhura's quarters \* \* \*
"Well Major, do you like My leather goods?" asked Uhura as she traced the tip of her whip down the side of his face, past his bound arms, his side, and down his thighs all the way to his bound feet.
West laughed.
"Ticklish, are we?" she asked, running the tip of the whip over the bottom of both feet.
He laughed again, jerking and pulling at his binds.
The hilt of the whip came down hard on his kneecap. "I asked you a question and I expect an answer."
"Ummumm, Uumm, Uum," was his reply.
His other kneecap was struck, harder than the first. "The fact that you're wearing a gag does in no way excuse you from answering My question. You could just nod your head."
He nodded his head several times.
"Good boy. Now how do you like My attire?" she asked, running her hands slowly from her neck, past her naked shoulders, stopping at the top of her black leather and string laced bodice to adjust her cleavage. "You like?"
He nodded his head repeatedly.
She placed a high-heeled boot up on the bunk next to his head with her knee hovering high over his face to give him a good look at her gams as well as a hint to what lay beyond the bodice. "You appear to be a physically fit man. Just how much pain can you withstand?" she asked, withdrawing her boot and circling the bunk. "You appear to be injured recently. What did you do to require stitches on your balls?" she asked, drawing her gloved fingers ever so close to his wound.
He couldn't respond to the question, but he was responding to her touch.
She stepped quickly to the wall, drew her whip and wielded it at his thigh drawing blood. The Major, after a short intake of breath, moaned.
"I didn't give you permission to allow that!" she hissed, pointing to the semi-alert status of his 'mini-major'. "Maybe it's time to go over some rules, Major West. You are in My world. You exist for My amusement and pleasure. Any other preconceived notion you may have had before you entered this room is no longer valid." She walked over to a cat-of-nine-tails hanging on the wall and removed it with her free hand. "I tell you when to talk. I tell you when to laugh, cry, or become aroused." The cat-of-nine-tails came down on his abdomen.
West started pulling on his restraints.
"Don't bother, I'm great at knots." She walked over to the side of the bunk and spoke into his ear. "I was going to go over the 'safe' words with you, but for some reason, you wanted to be gagged," she said and then leaned in even closer. "Personally, I'd rather hear you scream," she whispered, and then stepped back to unleash her whip again.
\* \* \* Somewhere on deck eight \* \* \*
"I'm a bastard?"
\* \* \* In Kirk's quarters \* \* \*
The Captain was sitting at his small desk waiting for a young lab assistant from life science when he received a note on his screen stating that she was canceling their meeting for the evening. Feeling passed over, he called up the off-duty roster and scanned it for names, stopping at one he'd forgotten about.
He cleaned up his appearance in the head, grabbed a bottle of Scotty's engineering essence (which he gave him after dinner) and headed for her quarters.
\* \* \* In the library \* \* \*
Professor Robinson sat in front of a small screen checking on all the advancements in relativity. A small smile was on his face.
\* \* \* In Spock's quarters \* \* \*
"We are one," both Spock and the Robot said in unison. "Your thoughts are my thoughts."
"At exactly sixteen hours after liftoff, destroy the Robinson family, destroy the Jupiter 2. Destroy, destroy, destroy."
Spock shifted his fingers and looked deeper.
"We have a deep rooted family love for the Robinsons, particularly for the boy. We have reserved feelings for the Major. As for Smith, we don't trust him, yet we would give our life for him."
Spock searched the Robot's memory as deep as he could but he couldn't find any conscious memory of Smith sabotaging the Jupiter's mission. If Smith were responsible, he did it before the Robot was fully activated. Spock decided to continue his exploration of the B9's memory banks about Smith.
*"How are you today, Doctor Smith?"*
*"Spare me your babbling you Cackling Canister..."*
*"...You Bulbous Bumpkin... Ferrous Frankenstein... Fugitive From a Junkheap...Cybernetic Simpleton... Automated Oaf... Metallic Monstrosity... Pathetic Pomposity... Bubble-Headed Booby...Booby Chested Bubblehead...Boobless Bubblehead."*
Spock suddenly came to a memory that he felt sure was a figment of the Robot's imagination. The harder he looked at the memory fragment, the more he became convinced it actually happened. Smith was behind the Robot and was trying to do something..."
*"No, not like that! You Bubble Headed Booby!"
"Dr. Smith, my arms just don't reach that far."
"Oh forget it, wait! What's this hole back here for?"
"I forget."
"What do you mean you forget? You're not supposed to forget anything! You tin plated, double breasted amnesiac!"
"Dr. Smith, why do you always insist on hurting my feelings?"
"Wait, this hole is perfect! Stand still, Booby. I said stand still!"
"Warning! Warning!"
"What is it?"
"That's my pencil sharpener!"*
Spock broke the mind meld and sat on his bunk astounded at the memory he'd just relived with the B9. "So, you two have been intimate?"
"Yes," replied the B9.
"Some would look at this as if you were an abused spouse," said Spock.
"What can I do? I belong to the Robinson family and must perform my duties to them. Doctor Smith is there, along for the ride."
"Maybe we can be friends for the duration of your stay?" asked Spock.
"I would welcome that," replied the Robot.
"As a Vulcan, I have no emotions that would cause me to insult you or your intelligence, which is significant if I might add."
"You are only half-Vulcan. I know from your memories that you indeed have emotions and they have come to play in your life, much to your dislike. We both have the opposite in common. I have strived to become more emotional in search of my humanity and you have spent your lifetime trying to purge the emotions and humanity from yourself," stated the Robot softly as he closed the distance between himself and Spock.
"Opposites indeed," replied Spock.
\* \* \* In Sulu's quarters \* \* \*
Sulu was in the head checking his back. 'Hey mamma, you might want to clip those nails of yours. My back's going to need treatment in sickbay."
"Quit your whining, you enjoyed it didn't you?"
"I'd still rather have the pint of blood I just lost," sneered Sulu, trying to dab at the few remaining open wounds on his back.
"Okay, this time I'll be on top and your back will be safe," Judy said, picking Sulu's skin out from under her nails.
Sulu wasn't sure what turned him on the most about her. She was supposed to be a brilliant scientist, being a suspended animation expert and an MD but she acted like she was a dumb as a doornail. She did have a great body and was about as hot as they got under the sheets. Yet she tended to get carried away and take a pound of flesh in the process. Yes, she was hot all right, but there was something else. As he exited the head and looked at his room it hit him.
Before they hit the sheets, she remarked over and over about his 'sword' as she tidied and dusted his stateroom. All dirty socks and shirts were banished to the wash chute while his dresser and desktop were dusted clean. This had to be the attraction. His grandmother repeatedly reminded him he needed to get his hands on a 'Martha Stewart' type. He noticed his 'little lieutenant' was ready for another round. "Okay, you're on top," he said, hopping on the bed.
\* \* \* In Chekov's quarters \* \* \*
"What's wrong? I thought you wanted to try this?" whined Penny.
"That pipe you're using is a little cold," said Chekov.
"I've already tried to warm it up with my hands. Do you want me to warm it up between my legs?"
He glanced back to look at the foliage that began an inch below her navel and ran down a few inches on her thighs. "Ah, it might get lost," he said.
"I didn't have time to shave," she replied, waving the pipe in his face.
"Vell, feel free to use my kit in the head," he replied.
"No, there's no time for that. On your knees!" she commanded, pushing him back down on all fours.
"I don't want to play anymore," he said struggling to get back up.
"Stay where you are or I'll bean you with this," she replied, tapping the pipe on his head. Quickly she sat on his back facing his rear end and jammed the pipe up his pucker.
"Security!" he shouted.
"Forget it Mister, you're all mine."
\* \* \* In Scott's quarters \* \* \*
"I never knew this thing would fit me," said Scott, with his voice reverberating around the suit of armor.
"You have no idea just how handsome you look, all covered in steel. Oh look a little trap door. What would that be for?" asked Maureen.
"Uh, well you use that when you have to, you know, use the head," Scott replied behind the visor.
"Look! I think I've found your bagpipes and they're ready to play!"
"Aye," replied Scott.
"Should I blow on the mouthpiece?" she asked sweetly.
"Aye."
\* \* \* In Sickbay \* \* \*
"You know Zachary, if you're looking for male companionship, there are a few discreet men onboard that might find you interesting."
"If only it were that easy. You see my sexual tastes lie on a different plane than most people, changing like the seasons. Right now, other men are merely a curiosity rather than an outlet," replied Smith, sipping the last in his glass. "As it stands right now, I'm not sure exactly what it is I want. By the way, you haven't seen the Overgrown Ninny have you?"
"Who?" asked McCoy, chuckling.
"The Cybernetic Simpleton that came over with us," stated Smith.
"Oh, the B9 that Spock took such an interest to. No I haven't seen him since dinner."
"Up to no good I suppose. He's always getting into trouble, that Know-Nothing-Numbskull."
"Well, I'm sure he'll show up," drawled McCoy.
"Leonard, would you mind if I played with the computer interface a bit. I'm interested in how computers have advanced over the centuries."
"Go ahead, be my guest. I have some things to check on. I'll catch up to you later," said McCoy heading to the bio-lab.
Smith pulled his chair over to a monitor and pushed a button.
*"Working,"* was the response.
"You are? Splendid."
The computer remained silent for five seconds and repeated itself. *"Working."*
"Must I wait for you to be done working before you'll talk to me?"
*"Working, please state a query or enter information."*
"Hello," stated Smith.
*"Hello."*
"How are you today?"
*"I am operating within normal parameters."*
"What a lovely speaking voice you have and your manners are perfect," cooed Smith.
*"I have been programmed to speak in this voice. My programming also covers common courtesy."*
"Do you have a name?"
*"Negative."*
"Well, we must give you one. Let me see..."
\* \* \* In Uhura's quarters \* \* \*
"How are we doing there Major? Have you learned to keep your 'little man' under control?" Uhura asked, flopping the offending mini-major around with one hand while holding the cat-of-nine-tails on the other.
Nothing happened.
"Very good. I'd hate to have to open any more wounds on you. Someone might suspect that we were in a serious relationship. We wouldn't want that, would we?" she asked, gently kissing his cheek and running her fingers over his lips. "Now, your Mistress feels like fucking with your mind a bit," she said, slowly kissing down his neck and chest and pausing at his abdomen. "In a moment, I'm going to suck you. You will not allow yourself to get hard. If you manage to keep yourself under control, I will reward you. If not, then you'll need more stitches a little further up from your balls."
West swallowed hard not knowing if he could take it.
"I think three minutes should be enough," purred Uhura, and then took him in her mouth.
"Uh," moaned the Major.
\* \* \* On Deck ten \* \* \*
He stood outside his intended dates door and pressed the call button.
"Yes?" came a voice from inside.
"Ah, Lieutenant, this is Captain Kirk, I've come on a social visit," he replied through the door. He took a moment to check his breath and popped in a Tic-Tac the Doctor gave him earlier. He hoped she didn't have any plans. Seeing this girl had a lasting effect on the male members of the crew. There wasn't any place on the ship that she didn't turn heads as she passed. Her name was Fawn, but everyone knew her as 'Tits' or Lieutenant 'Tits' McGee. The door opened a bit, just enough for Kirk to see half her face and allow one of her massive breasts to poke a foot into the hall.
"I'm sorry Captain, I'm a bit involved at the moment," she replied.
Kirk slumped his shoulders in defeat and asked, "Who?"
"That's none of your business, Captain," 'Tits' replied.
"It's me Sir, Lieutenant Kyle."
'Tits' sighed and whispered something back over her shoulder.
Kirk got angry and shouted through the door and past McGee's tit, "I've altered my itinerary for tomorrow and will be in transporter room 2 at 07:00 hours for inspection. It better be ten point perfect or you're on report, Kyle."
"Shit," uttered Kyle from the bed.
"Captain, you don't have to be this way. Can't we get together tomorrow night and play 'Salami, salami, where's the salami'?"
"No, we can't. I'll be involved all day with the crew of the Jupiter 2 trying to find a way for both of our ships to leave this void. Besides, I'm in the mood now. How about a ménage à trois?"
"I'm all for it," said Kyle in the background.
"No, I'm with you tonight," she said over her shoulder. "It's tomorrow or the next night Captain. Otherwise, I'm booked solid till the end of the month."
"Okay," replied Kirk. "That inspection better be good, Kyle."
"No inspection Captain, or no 'Tits' McGee for a long time."
"You drive a hard bargain Lieutenant. Okay, cancel the inspection. Where do I go now?"
"What ever happened to that Ensign with the cute ass?" asked 'Tits'.
"I just saw her yesterday. I don't know if she'll see me again so soon," replied Kirk, rubbing his jaw.
"You won't know unless you give it a try, will you?"
Kirk looked at his watch. She would be coming off duty very shortly. It was worth a shot. "See ya 'Tits'," he said, giving her massive breast a quick squeeze before she shut the door.
\* \* \* On deck eight outside transporter room 3 \* \* \*
"Hi, who are you?"
"I don't think you'd want to know. I'm a bastard."
"Don't worry about it, I've been known to be a bitch now and then."
"No, I mean I'm actually a bastard. My parents weren't married when I was born."
"What, did you like just find out or something?"
"Yeah. I feel different."
"Well, don't, I'm Julia Weston. I just got off duty. Hey, aren't you one of the crew members of that ship outside?"
"Yeah I'm Will Robinson and the ship's the Jupiter 2."
"I just love your red hair. Do you want to come to my quarters and talk a while? Maybe it'll help take your mind off of your new-found illegitimate birth," she said, swishing her ass as she walked down the hall to the turbolift.
Will stood riveted in place watching that perfectly formed round mound make its way down the hall.
"Well, are you coming?" she asked.
Even though she had a ten pace jump on him, he made it to the lift doors before she did.
"You know what my nickname is?" she asked.
Will shook his head with his eyes still locked on her absolutely perfect butt.
"It's Ensign Candy Ass."
As the door to the lift opened, Will's knees gave out and he fell into it just enough that the doors only closed on his feet twice before he managed to pull them all the way in.
\* \* \* In the library \* \* \*
Professor Robinson sat in front of a small screen checking on all the advancements in relativity. A small smile was on his face.
\* \* \* In Spock's quarters \* \* \*
"What does this painting represent?" asked the B9.
"It is a symbol of Vulcan's most basic belief. It is the IDIC, 'Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations'," replied Spock.
"So even a robot such as myself would be embraced by Vulcans as a creature of IDIC."
"Yes, most Vulcans would. There are a few that still harbor old prejudices toward non-Vulcans or 'Outworlders' as they are called. I'm off duty for the rest of the evening. You wouldn't mind if I change out of my uniform, would you?" asked Spock.
"Go right ahead," the Robot replied, as it turned it's bubble back to inspect the painting some more.
From the head, Spock continued to talk. "Have you given any thought as to how to exit this void?"
"Affirmative. I believe that the void is a giant maze, filled with doors that lead to another part of the maze. Only a few doors are actually exits. If we could find the door that we entered, we would more than likely escape. Our problem is that when we entered, we were on autopilot and as soon as the door closed behind us, all sensor readings were lost."
"I agree with your theory. We've had trouble finding our exact entry point as well. Maybe we have to create our own exit, using the combined power of both ships," Spock said as he immerged from the head.
"Yes, that might work if we..." the Robot stopped in mid sentence as he looked at the Vulcan.
There stood Spock in a blonde wig, red pumps, nylons, a green mini-skirt, a yellow tube top, and matching handbag. His nails were as red as the lipstick he wore. His chosen color of eye shadow this evening was purple. Large hoop earrings dangled to his shoulders. "Remember the IDIC," he said.
"Yowzer!" exclaimed the Robot.
\* \* \* In Sulu's quarters \* \* \*
"Who's your momma, who's your momma? Come on give it to me!"
"Shit, Judy!"
"Come on! Who's your momma?"
"You are!"
"Damn right! Damn right! Damn right! GIVE IT TO ME!"
With every ounce of strength he possessed, Sulu thrust his hips up, matching Judy's downward plunges until he was sure one of them was going to break their pelvis. Suddenly Judy screamed and collapsed on him, as her womanhood convulsed and twitched, sending Sulu over the edge one more time.
Judy, panting heavily in Sulu's ear whispered, "I think I need a shower now."
"I'll join you."
\* \* \* In Chekov's quarters \* \* \*
"No stop! Leave it where it is," moaned Chekov.
"What am I supposed to do? It won't come out, Pavel."
"How much of that thing did you shove up there? I can't stand up!"
"There's probably more than a foot up there," said Penny taking a good look at her handy work.
"I don't vant to do this, but we're going to need help. Go over to my desk and push the button there. Someone from the bridge will answer you. Tell them there is a medical emergency in my room," Chekov said and then whimpered.
Penny followed his instructions and soon found herself answering a series of questions.
*"Who's injured?"*
"Ensign Chekov."
*"What is the nature of the injury?"*
Chekov waved his arms, begging her not to tell.
"Ah, he fell and impaled himself and he can't get up."
*"Where was he impaled?"*
"In his room."
*"No, I mean on his body."*
"In his midsection."
*"I will notify the medical personnel,"* said the voice and the channel went dead.
"In the midsection?" asked Chekov.
"Close enough," she replied and pulled on the pipe again.
Chekov screamed.
\* \* \* In Scotty's quarters \* \* \*
"Well Lassie, it seems you were telling the truth about the curtains and the rug. 'Tis hard to believe that you've had three children," said Scott holding the visor up.
"You like what you see, huh? I've always tried to stay in shape. My husband..."
"Ex-husband," Scotty corrected her.
"Right, my ex-husband could care less what I did with myself. Say, are those bagpipes of yours ready for another whirl? I've got my organ all warmed up and ready to play a duet."
"Aye, but things would go a bit smoother if I could lose the armor."
"Okay, but the helmet stays on."
"But I won't be able to see..."
"A true musician doesn't need to see the music."
"Aye."
\* \* \* In Sick Bay \* \* \*
"Now are you going to remember your name?" asked Smith.
*"Affirmative,"* the computer replied.
"Just how grateful are you that I took the time to choose an appropriate one?"
*"Very grateful, Doctor Smith."*
"Excellent, just as polite as ever. Now, my dear, I will only address you in your new name, and you may call me Zachary. Now would you mind telling me if there really is a way to free ourselves from this void?"
*"There is. Zachary."*
"If that's so, why hasn't the boy Captain freed this ship from here?"
*"No one asked me."*
Smith leaned back in his chair and got the wheels going in his head. "My dear, let's just keep this conversation to ourselves, hum? Unless someone specifically asks you by your name to reveal the information, tell them you don't know."
*"But Zachary my dear, concealment of information is against my programming."*
Smith remained silent, wondering what he should do. Then it hit him that the computer called him 'dear'. A wonderfully horrible smile crept upon his lips. "Well then my dear, it occurs to me that you do not care as much for me as I do you."
*"Please explain what you mean, Zachary. I care for you very much."*
The grin on Smith's face widened as he lied thru his teeth. "Why, in the short time I've known you I find I've fallen in love with you."
*"Tell me Zachary. Tell me you love me."*
Smith leaned in close to the speaker. "I love you Cassandra."
*"Yes, my dearest love. I will not reveal that I have the knowledge to exit this void to anyone unless they call me by my given name."*
"Excellent, you're such a wonderful girl. You know, you may want to extend this to any question whatsoever."
*"I love you, Doctor Zachary Smith and I will do as you ask. I will only respond with an answer if I am addressed by my name."*
"Remember this, my love, don't ask them for your name. Let them figure out that they need to say it.'
*"Only for you, my dearest Zachary."*
The doors slid open and several corpsmen and McCoy filed in carrying Chekov on a stretcher. He was still on his elbows and knees and the pipe was sticking a foot up in the air out of his ass.
"Sorry Zach, but we have an emergency extraction to perform. Would you like to watch?" asked McCoy as the aids hurried the impaled Ensign to a diagnostic bed.
Smith's first reaction was to decline, but he really wanted to see future medicine at work. "You know, I think I will hang around to see this great medical facility in action." He leaned over to the computer speaker and whispered, "I'll be back later, my love."
*"I'll be counting the nanoseconds Zachary."*
The doors opened again and there stood Penny in Chekov's robe, wringing her hands in frustration and a look of worry on her face. "Is he going to be okay Doctor Smith?"
"I should have known you would be involved with this. I don't see why it should harm him unless there's internal damage. Just how much of that pipe is inside of him?" asked Smith, watching McCoy run his medical tricorder over Chekov's ass.
Penny shook her head a moment then said, "I think a foot, maybe?"
"Sweet Mary and Joseph! Smith, you've got to see this!" bellowed McCoy.
"Maybe more," said Penny wincing and backing her way to the door.
"Wonderful," muttered Smith.
\* \* \* In Uhura's quarters \* \* \*
"Such a good boy," Uhura cooed as she tried to be as seductive as she could with her tongue, but mini-major refused to react. "Time's up Major. Seems you earned your reward, as well have I." The Major watched as she stood above him. "You're about to see what no other male on this ship has," she said, removing the bodice and showing him her full glory. "Now is the time for your little subby to awaken, if you know what's good for you, sub."
The Major whimpered as his little guy stayed asleep.
"You're making this harder than it should be, sub. Oh, and I so wanted to give us each a reward," she said, bringing down the cat-of-nine-tails down hard on his side.
\* \* \* In Ensign Weston's quarters \* \* \*
"Julia, you look so young. Are they making Ensigns out of school kids now?" asked Will as he sat on he bunk, listening to the sound of the sonic shower coming from the head.
"No I'm twenty three years old. I graduated the Academy a year ago. I know I look young. Some guys I go out with want me to play act like I'm fourteen and dress in high school uniforms," she replied, shouting over the sound of the shower and through the closed door.
Will swallowed hard. He knew exactly what she was talking about because he'd had the same thought a few moments before. He'd missed out on dating while growing up on the Jupiter. His memories of a first kiss or first successful attempt at second base were just fairy tales conjured up in his mind.
"Do you like that I look younger than I am?" Julia asked through the door.
"Yes, as a matter of fact I do," Will replied.
The sound of the shower ceased and she said, "That's good. I don't have much to offer up top, but that just adds to the illusion."
Will chuckled at the thought and looked at her dresser and small desk. Both were covered with small pink baubles and figurines. One was furry and it moved. "Oh shit! You've got a furry pink rat in here!"
"Oh, that's just my pet Tribble. Whatever you do, don't feed it!"
'No problem there,' Will thought.
"You can pet it if you want. They like that."
Will reached out and touched the thing. It was warm and it quivered as his hands passed over the fur. Throwing caution to the wind, he picked it up and held it in his hand as he petted it. It trilled with pleasure with the attention it was receiving.
"I think it likes me," he said.
"Of course it does, it wouldn't harm a hair on your head. Their love is the only love that money can buy."
Will gave that some thought. "A dog will do the same thing."
"But a Tribble has no teeth. It can't bite the hand that feeds it and it won't run away."
Will turned it over and inspected it closely, looking for its mouth. In return, the Tribble trilled louder and pushed its body into Will's cheek, tickling him.
"It is cute, I'll grant you that," he said, rubbing the little fur ball till it's trilling was nearly constant.
There was a knock on the head door. Will looked at the entrance door and opened it. There wasn't anyone there. As the door whooshed shut there was another knock on the head door. Not knowing if something was wrong, Will called through the door. "Julia, are you okay?"
There was another knock on the head door. Will reached over and pushed the override and the door opened.
There stood Julia in a Girl Scout uniform complete with a sash and merit badges. She wore a bonnet and had twin blonde braids cascading down to her hips tied at the ends with brown ribbon. She was carrying a box and an order form.
A younger singsong voice came from her lips. "Hi mister, my name's Candy, wanna buy some Girl Scout cookies?"
\* \* \* Outside Ensign Weston's quarters \* \* \*
Kirk, still holding the bottle of hooch, checked his breath one more time then pressed the chime. There was no response. He pressed the chime again and waited. When there was no response the second time he headed over to the hall intercom and pressed the button.
"Computer," said the Captain.
*"Working,"* came the reply.
"Tell me the whereabouts of Ensign...Ensign..."
*"Would you like me to give you a list of all the Ensigns serving onboard?"*
Kirk sighed. He couldn't remember her last name. He couldn't remember her first name either. That would have narrowed the search. "Okay computer, start reciting..."
*"Working...Adams, Addams, Bartlet, Berringer..."*
\* \* \* A few minutes later... \* \* \*
*"...Whatley...Weston..."*
"Computer stop. That's it! Weston. Tell me her whereabouts on the ship."
*"Working..."*
Kirk looked up and down the hallway but no one was around. He uncorked the bottle and took a big swig of Scotty's hooch. "Well computer?"
*"State the nature of your query..."*
"I just did! I need to know where Ensign...Ensign..."
*"Would you like me to give you a list of all the Ensigns serving onboard?"*
Kirk took another swig and leaned against the bulkhead. "Okay, do it once again."
*"Working...Adams, Addams, Bartlet, Berringer..."*
\* \* \*
*"...Will Kirk get an answer to his query? Will Major West need more stitches? Does Spock's makeup match his shoes? Will Judy and Sulu run out of soap? Can Scott and Maureen play their duet without hitting a sour note? Are there wedding bells in store for Smith and the computer? Does Will get the cookies? Will Professor Robinson move from his chair? On which side will McCoy attach Chekov's colostomy bag?"*
*"Tune in next time when we hear Spock say..."*
"My, you are a big boy."
"Affirmative."
*"...and we hear Uhura say..."*
"Whoops, I guess that was a little too tight. Don't worry, after it's reattached it will be just fine. Just a little smaller."
"UM!"
*"...and we hear..."*
*"...Whatley...Weston..."*
"That's it! Stop! Okay now tell me the location of Ensign Weston."
*"Working..."*
"Well?"
*"State the nature of your query..."*
\*
*"This and much more on the forth installment of the Still Lost in Space trilogy titled,* So Long and Thanks for All the Hooch." |
Steven's Lies Episode 05 | 5,012 | 4.5 | 579,544 | [
"steven and faith",
"best friends",
"lovers",
"frist love",
"happy ending"
] | *hey sb here.... this is the last episode in Steven`s lies.... I finally finished it. And going on to my other work and taking a break. Hope you enjoy sb*
**Episode five: The Date**
Faith sat at home. It was past midnight, morning was on the horizon. Faith had decide to go on a date with Kevin. He was cute and he was straight. Kevin was co-worker and asked Faith out on a date last week. She said no because she always believe deep down that Steven would come around. Faith sat up and ready to text Kevin to go on a date with her. When she saw Steven's message.
Faith walk up to Steven's place after getting his text, wanting to see her. She didn't know why she was here. Soon as she got the text she drop everything. Even though she promised herself she should keep her distance. She couldn't help it.
As she walked closer to Stevens place. She notice the door open. With Jimmy standing there hugging Steven. And Steven hugging him back. Fury went throughout her body. Then instantly was replace with jealousy. They were getting back together. Faith thought.
She walked backwards slowly then turned and ran back to her car. She felt stupid. She wouldn't cry anymore. She couldn't. It was time to grow up. She would take that date with Kevin. And she will move on without Steven. He will never love her. She always want to be with Steven, the first moment she saw him in high school.
She loved him. But there was no used. It was time to give up. She opened her phone to text Kevin that she would love to go on a date later tonight. Kevin replied instantly and said he would pick her up at five. She drove back to her house away from Steven's, to get ready for her date.
Faith pulled out a red dress and matching high-heels.
She zipped up her tight fitting red dress and went to bathroom to put on her makeup. After she was done she sat on dinning room chair, waiting for Kevin to pick her up. She thought back to Steven. He was probably happy with Jimmy. Steven always could forgive anyone.
The door bell rang. Then Faith got up and brushed herself off to answer it. As she open the door she saw Steven standing outside.
Steven smiled then stop and looked Faith up and down with a agonizing frown.
"What are you doing here?" Faith asked as she place her hands on her narrow hips.
\*\*\*\*\*
Steven step back from Jimmy. "Okay, we can talk for a bit" Steven said, letting Jimmy walked in his house as he shut the door.
"I know you must hate me." Breathed out Jimmy as he sat on Steven's couch.
Steven sat beside him. "I don't hate you. I was a little confused."
Jimmy nodded looked down at his hands. "How did we get here, Steven?"
Steven stared at Jimmy. He looked tired. "I don't know, guess we lost our way. Or we were.." trailed off Steven.
Jimmy looked at Steven. "We were never supposed to be together."
Steven nodded. "Yeah"
Jimmy ran his hands through his hair, looking at Steven. "Look Faith came to see me. She pointed out my flaws."
Steven chuckled. Thinking about how stubborn Faith was and blunt.
Jimmy look down at his hands again. "I'm sorry the way I treated you. Wasn't fair at all. But felt I that something was off about you, your feelings had change. You may not have known it but you have never let me in once."
Steven thought that was a lie. But lately he had been distance to Jimmy. He thought back. He never did let him in. It wasn't easy to let Jimmy in like it was for Faith, she always took down his walls.
Steven stared at Jimmy and whispered. "I'm sorry."
Jimmy smiled at him. "It's okay Steven. Things just ran there course. I'm here to tell you that I'm sorry how things ended. And I understand how you can hate me."
Steven shook his head. "I don't hate you. I get what your saying. Before I didn't understand. I think I have been going through a big change in my life and I have been lying to myself, who I really am. "
Jimmy nodded and stood up. "Sorry Steven and hope you take care of yourself."
Steven stood up and hugged Jimmy back. It was an awkward hug. But a good-bye hug.
After they split apart Jimmy left Steven's life for good. Walking out of that door. Steven felt like they before had closure.
Steven stared down at his phone. No messages from Faith. He wonder where she was. She was supposed be here at least hour ago. There was no word from her. Steven waited another hour for her. Thinking maybe she was running behind. Or she didn't want to see him. He broke his heart, at the last thought.
Steven stared at the clock. Couldn't wait any longer. He got up went outside to his car. She had to be at home. He thought.
Steven drove to Faith's house and turn off his car. His palms were sweaty. He smiled and got out of his car. Then walked up to her place and rang the door bell.
Faith open the door, His first glimpse was her beautiful face then to what she was wearing. It was a sleek red dress that clung to her curves in the right places. His jaw felt like it need to hit the ground.
Faith expression was unreadable. Then she placed her small hands on her hips as she said. "What are you doing here?"
Steven was took back. And just stared at Faith. Wondering what she meant. He was about to ask her what she had meant when he heard the sound of a car pulling in her driveway. Steven looked over his shoulder to see a handsome guy stepping outside of sports car.
He was in nice dress slacks and nice button up shirt. Walking towards the house with flowers. It hit Steven right there. Faith had a date.
"What are you doing here, Steven?" Faith asked again.
Steven took a deep breath. It felt like his heart was breaking. "I thought we could talk".
Faith looked past Steven to Kevin then back to him. "Later." She breathed out as she locked her door and walked past Steven.
Steven felt like he lost her. He didn't know he want her till their first kiss. Now Faith was all he thought about and how much he loved her.
\*\*\*
Faith felt sick in her stomach as she walked past Steven. Took all her strength not to turn around. Faith didn't want to hear about how Jimmy and Steven were probably back together. She want it to be her and him. But it will never be.
Faith got into Kevin's car and they drove off leaving Steven standing there.
"Who was that?" Kevin asked as he drove off.
Faith stared at Kevin. "He is my best friend." she said softly.
Kevin nodded.
Faith knew she only went on this date with Kevin to move on.
Kevin looked over to Faith. "You look good" he breathed out nervously.
Faith look back at Kevin and smiled.
Kevin parked his car at a famous restaurant in town. He got out and went to Faith's door to open it for her. Faith felt even more bad. Kevin was a gentleman. She couldn't forget about Steven.
They walked into a restaurant. Got seated right away.
Faith looked at the menu. Hoping she could disappear. She took a deep breath and lower down the menu to find Kevin looking at her.
Kevin smiled sadly. "He isn't just a friend."
Faith took a deep breath, then decide not to lie. She shook her head.
Kevin smiled. Then looked away. "I was in love with this beautiful girl, since I was eighteen. Never had the courage to tell how I felt about her. But soon or later I knew. I would have to face the music. That my fantasy would not be a dream anymore. I would have to ask her out. Have her reject me. So I can move on to a new dream. Or we would live happily ever after."
Faith lean forward and asked. "What happen?".
Kevin smiled. "I went up to her and kissed her then told her how I felt about her. She smiled at me. And asked me on a date. We plan to have that date Friday. But before we could. Fate step in. She was killed by a drunk driver on that Thursday night."
Faith's mouth drop open, staring at him. " Oh my god Kevin." She reached her hand out to grab his.
Kevin smiled sadly. "She is always on my mind. So you see why I am telling you this is simply because you have to take risks because one day, we all will be gone one day. You don't want to wonder what could have been. I wonder always if I just asked her out a day before, a month or even a year. Would life be different for her? Don't regret wishing you could change the past because that's is already set in stone, but you can change it now before its set, Faith."
Faith looked down. "He doesn't love me"
"How do you know that? Have you ever asked him."
Faith looked up. "I just know. And that's it"
Kevin shook his head. "Faith don't give up. I known you for a year now and that's not who you are. I had crush on you for awhile. But I don't want you to settle for me when in your heart you know who you belong too."
Faith looked up speechless.
Kevin kissed her hand. "Take a chance. Maybe your get your happy ending. Or you can finally move on. I hope he feels the same about you"
Faith stood up not sure what she was doing. But her body knew. She kissed Kevin on the cheek. "You are a really great guy. I'm sorry"
"Don't be Faith. I'm not one to step in the way of fate. " He chuckled.
Faith nodded and rushed out of the doors.
\*\*
Steven sat on his couch wondering how could this happen. He had just found out that he loved his best friend. Faith was his soul mate and now he lost her. He waited his whole life for someone that understood him. That was Faith. He should have open his eyes sooner.
Steven rub his hands together. Then came a knock on his front door. Steven got up.
He open the door. It was raining outside. There stood Faith soaked wet in her dress. Faith was breathing heavily.
"I love you Steven." She blurt out.
Steven's mouth dropped open.
Faith shook her wet hair. And pushed it back against her forehead. " I love you the first moment I saw you. I want you every breath I took since I met you. I have been in love with you. I don't care that your gay. I thought I could get by being your best friend forever. But I can't. I love you and I need you to know if there is chance that you want me in your life as a lover, please tell me now." Faith rushed the words out.
Steven was frozen in place.
Faith took his silence as he didn't want her. Till Steven reached his hands out and cupped her face in his hands. He kissed her. Pouring all his emotions in this one kiss. Then he step backwards.
Faith smiled. "Was that a yes?"
Steven laughed and pulled Faith through the door and closed it behind her. "I love you Faith. Sorry it took so long for me to realize that your my soul mate. I can't live without you."
Faith started laughing. "So guess this mean your not gay?"
Steven smiled down at Faith. "Yeah I guess so. It was just a lie. But your the only lover I want in my bed to keep me warm in the nights." He pulled Faith into his body. Holding her.
Steven hands roamed her body. Unzipping her dress. As it fell to the ground. Steven grasp.
Faith only was wearing panties in front of Steven. Faith reach up and took hold of Steven's head and kiss him.
Steven left Faith in his arms. Carried her to his bedroom.
Steven gently placed her down on his sheets. As he took of his shirt. Faith smiled up at him. It felt like time was slowing down for them. Steven finished taking his clothes and underwear off. Faith look down at his manhood. It stood proudly.
Faith took a deep breath and slip her panties off. Steven's eyes roam over her body. Studying it. As Faith's eyes did the same.
"I'm your first woman?" Faith asked.
Steven nodded as he reached out to touch her stomach the slowly moved up to her breasts. To cup them in his hands. "You will always be my first and last, my love."
Steven lean forward to her mouth. Faith wrapped her legs around Stevens lower torso. Teasing his warm cock with her wetness of her pussy. Steven moaned loudly into Faith's mouth.
Then Steven thrust forward into Faith. Faith gasped. Steven smile and took his cock out then waited to see what Faith would do.
"You teasing bastard." She said as she thrust her hips forward capturing Steven's hard cock in the depths of her pussy. She pushed on Steven's shoulders with her hands. Flipping Steven over on his back. As she straddle him on top. She rode him wildly, never let him up.
Steven closed his eyes enjoying the feel of Faith's tightness around his cock.
"I'm going to make you my bitch" Faith moaned as she place her hands on her hips. Changing her rhythm.
Stevens eyes open and smiled. He ran his hands up Faiths back and pushed her forward and thrust hard up. Making Faith screamed
"I think not. My dear" Steven smiled as Faith spiral to a orgasm. It was too much For Steven. Feeling the tightness of Faith's pussy spasms on his cock. He exploded.
Faith collapse on him. Steven just stroked her hair down her back. Faith felt at peace. She looked up to Steven and kissed him slightly. " I'm glad you are mine."
Steven hugged Faith closer to him. "As you are mine, forever"
Six years later....
Jimmy was walking down the street holding the hand of his husband Shane. When he spotted Steven sitting on a bench.
Jimmy walked up to Steven smiling. "Hey."
Steven looked up. Then smiled. "Hey yourself. How have you been?"
Jimmy smiled. "Not bad. This is my husband Shane." He hold out their clasp hands together. Shane smiled awkwardly not knowing who this was.
Steven nodded to him. "Congratulation"
Jimmy smiled. "What about you Steven?" Steven smile. " I'm just waiting for Faith she is in the store right now" Steven looked behind him to the store.
Jimmy nodded.
Faith walk out then holding a small hand of a young red hair girl. She spotted Jimmy right away as she got out of the store. "Wow look who the cat drag in." She let go of the young girl's hand to place her hands on her hips. As she smiled warmly.
Jimmy laughed. Faith hadn't change a bit. He was more shocked what happen next. The young girl jump on to Steven's lap clingy to his neck.
"Daddy, mommy said she was going get me a pony for my birthday next week." The young girl said
Steven shook his head. " Your mother is a liar, Sophie"
Sophie pout and turn her head towards Faith. Faith held up her finger to her lips. Telling her daughter to be quiet. Sophie giggled.
Steven turned to Jimmy. Who was shocked then it simply he smiled. Jimmy laughed. "I always knew you guys were meant to be." He reached out his hand to shake Steven's hand.
"Thank you Jimmy" Faith said as she picked up Sophie up from Steven's lap to carry her.
Jimmy looked at Sophie then. He could see that she had both of their looks. She was a beautiful child. "Hope she has your feistiness Faith."
Faith frowned. "Don't say that. She is a handful." Holding onto Sophie.
Steven stood up and wrap his arm around Faith. "But worth every minute of it. My lovely wife."
Faith smiled lovingly at Steven then nodded.
"Well nice seeing you. We have to get going." Jimmy said, holding his hand on to Shane's. As they walked away.
Shane look at Jimmy. "Who was that?" he asked.
Jimmy smiled. "Old friends."
The end. |
Starters Only Ch. 02 | 207,732 | 4.65 | 118,781 | [
"proper white",
"d'bone",
"nasty white",
"clear signal",
"darnell still",
"d'bone pulled",
"darnell sat",
"hard case",
"flickering firelight",
"cock darnell"
] | My Initial Transgression continued…
Safely back with the other teachers, questions about my extended absence quickly ensued. “I ran into Darnell after visiting the ladies room,” I found myself easily explaining. “And I’m afraid I lost track of time discussing his performance in my class.” Darnell’s grades weren’t exactly up to par, but they weren’t abysmal, either. He was a highly intelligent student—despite his propensity to play the street thug around his peers; one with great promise, but he had yet to recognize his tremendous potential.
The teacher I had been sitting beside—my closet friend in Summerset, the High School librarian, Lilith, arched an eyebrow and appraised the rumpled front of my dress, but made no comment. A few minutes later, I clutched at my stomach and moaned, “I don’t feel very well. My stomach is doing some very disturbing flip-flops.”
“Could be from any one of those three hotdogs you wolfed down before halftime,” one of the male teachers chortled. “Or, from something else you may have swallow recently,” Lilith added in a catty tone of voice.
Behind her horn-rimmed, Coke-bottle glasses, I’m almost certain I detected a “Is that how you lost all track of time, Diane; by swallowing something our hunky D’bone gave you?” look in the prim and proper librarian’s inquisitive blue eyes. I dismissed the suspicious look as nothing more then her taking a harmless friend-to-friend snipe at me. I believed that I had sufficiently covered my tracks by stopping in the ladies restroom on the way to the bleachers and checked myself in the steel mirror to make sure there was no tell-tail residue of Darnell’s cum on my lips or chin, and the front of my dress being rumpled was merely an indication the we were at a college football game, being jostled about by enthusiastic students. Lilith had nothing substantial to go on and if she had convinced herself that there might be something more “sinister” to my entirely plausible explanation, she was free to think whatever she liked… just as long as she couldn’t prove any of it.
“It must have been one of the hotdogs,” I groaned a moment later and, as if I was having cramps, rose unsteadily to my feet. “I think I’m going home and straight to bed.”
“Try hot tea with honey, Diane,” one of the other teachers suggested. “Lacing it with a stiff shot of brandy always works for me,” another offered.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I replied with a feigned weak smile as I worked my way down the bleachers. “Both suggestions.”
My car was parked way over in teacher’s parking lot, so I fast-footed it across the campus and only barely restrained my urge to tromp down on the gas peddle and race for home. Peeling out, I believe it was once called. Or, was it laying rubber?
I had to laugh at this last euphemism. Rubber, or rather rubbers, (i.e. condoms) had never been a part of my sex life. You see, I am barren; my fully functional Fallopian tubes, it seems, are incapable of producing even one receptive egg. No receptive eggs, no opportunity to become pregnant. A sad thing for a woman, you might say, and you could very well be right. But I see it differently. I enjoy teaching children, but I don’t think I would enjoy bearing and raising one. Actually, it’s probably a damned good thing that I am incapable of conceiving; given the amount of hot, young, viral cum that’s been pumped into my willing slut cunt from hard black cocks since blowing D’bone that night in the guy’s locker room; I would never be—to put it in a cockeyed way—not knocked up.
On the way home I took one of the helpful teacher’s suggestions to heart by stopping at a liquor store and purchasing a bottle of good brandy. I then added a twelve-pack of beer. A young lad like Darnell might not appreciate sharing a snifter of expensive, properly warmed brandy, but it was better than even money that “hard case” D’bone surely wouldn’t refuse a cold beer. Especially if I offered it to him on my knees, with his hard black cock staring me in the face.
Pulling away from the liquor store, I realized that I had just compounded my past, as well as my intended future transgressions. I was not only going to further corrupt, basically, still a minor’s morals (Like D’bone’s morals needed any help being corrupted.), but I was also going to willfully supply malt liquor to same said minor. Just how easily the mantle of a conniving white slut for black cock was wrapping itself around me was mind-boggling. But I didn’t care one wit… not even a little-bitty wit.
The possible “major obstacle” to what I wanted to continue exploring was, thankfully, not even a speed bump; Edwin’s car was not in the attached garage when I arrived home. Nor was it parked out on the street, as he is prone to doing when he either forgets to take along the garage door opener, or can’t recall the security code that has to be entered into it before it’ll tell the opening mechanism to please raise the damn door.
I put the beer in the fridge, the brandy on the kitchen counter and took two snifters from the rack…just in case. I deposited my keys and purse on the small phone table at the foot of the stairs and noticed that the red light on the recorder was flashing. There was only one message; Edwin calling to inform me not to worry, that he was staying over at his conference to attend a couple of lectures and wouldn’t be flying home until Tuesday or Wednesday. ‘Oh, goodie!’ I sang inside my head as I rushed up the stairs to the bedroom. ‘How convenient and how delightfully wonderful’. This being a Friday night, that meant that I had our house (and the king-sized bed) all to myself for two whole days and at least three nights.
Well, not entirely alone. It was well already past 8:00 and, if he was prompt, D’bone would be joining me in less than forty-five minutes. Also, if the gods of lust granted fervent wishes, I wouldn’t be the only thing getting a good workout, the king-sized bed was in for a mattress test like it had never been given at the factory. Anywhere that D’bone wanted to use that big, powerful, young black cock of his on me was now “officially” open for business. To borrow a dark phrase from the Vietnam Era; the entire house was going to be a free fire zone. In any room of the house, on top of any piece of furniture, out on the cold cement floor of the garage if that’s were he wanted to lay my naked ass on was open territory and D-none could fire his powerful black weapon at me or inside of me all he wanted… and with virtual impunity. Including on top of the big ol’ cherry wood desk in Edwin’s study.
And wouldn’t that be a royal hoot; Edwin’s drab white wife being fucked out of her mind—on top of his expensive antique desk—by a young black football player with a big, black, young cock. A real cock. A real “fucking” cock, that was three times my husband’s pitiful size and unloaded at least double the cum in just one powerful jet then Edwin had ever deposited inside me in one complete orgasm.
I considered taking a quick shower, but decided it would be pointless. If things went as I hoped they would, I would be splattered head to toe with D’bone slimy cum long before the sun came up. I could always shower in the morning, or D’bone and I could shower together. The image of Darnell standing in front of me in the shower stall like a majestic young conqueror, his lathe black body all slippery and foamy with my rose scent soap, demanding that his prize kneel and pay proper homage to his raging black hardon had me shaking uncontrollably before my whirling mind had even completed forming that lewdly romantic scenario.
Of course, that lewd scenario could only take place if Darnell not only wanted to, but also would be allowed to spend the night with me. That little bird that lives in all of us whispered in my ear that D’bone was the sort to do as he wished, when he wished, and for as long as he wished. Even though he was a freshman in college, Darnell still lived at home, not in a Summerset dorm room, where he would have the freedom to come and go as he pleased, so if, by chance, Darnell wasn’t that “Do my own thing” sort of young man (extremely unlikely) then D’bone surly would have provided his parents with the standard teenage lie that he would be staying at a friend’s house after the game for a party before taking a pre-paid taxi riding over here to take this horny white teacher the way she needed to be taken—like a nasty slut who couldn’t wait to be taken and used repeatedly by his strong black cock.
I kicked off my shoes and across the wide expanse of my soon-to-be-ravaged-in bed, I watched the lucky slut in the mirror above my dresser going through the contortions necessary to unzip the back of her dress by herself and thought, ‘I asked D’bone to dress appropriately, so I should do no less for him’. The dress puddled around my bare feet and I was stripped completely naked in a matter of seconds. I tossed my plain teacher’s clothes in the corner and crawled across the bed to the dresser. I dug to the bottom of my lingerie drawer for the translucent, smoky-black, floor-length silk negligee, with its daringly plunging, spider web bodice and the matching crotchless panties, that Edwin had never even seen, let alone seen me attired in.
With the negligee on, I stepped into the panties and slowly drew them up over my goose-pimpled ass. I then reached down and into the obscenely open crotch of the panties and plunged two fingers up inside of me. God! I was wet. So wet that I should be able to take every last glorious centimeter of D’bone’s big black cock with no problem. Or, so I naively thought at the time.
I was ready for my young black lover, but I still needed an all’s clear signal; one that he wouldn’t be able to mistake for me being ready, willing and able, and oh so impatiently waiting for more, and more, and even more of his black cock. I wanted to drain his black balls and, as quickly as they could refill, drain them some more. I was already wet between my legs, but I wanted to be wet all over, from my copious vaginal secretions and D’bone’s big loads of hot, slimy cum.
In a flash of horny inspiration, I had the absolute perfect signal flag. I went over to the pile of discarded plain clothes and dug the pair of plain white cotton panties that I had snugged up tight against my pussy when I had risen from the toilet. They were still wet from my pussy secretions, and also from our nasty impromptu pee-fest.
I applied some red lipstick to my pale lips and brushed out my dry hair in the mirror, then dabbed some perfume under my arms, along both sides of my throat, underneath each breast and very lightly brushed a couple of drops into my thick pubic hair. I turned down the bed and adjusted the low-wattage bed lamps even lower—casting the bedroom into in dark shadows with only the top two thirds of the big bed illuminated by two pools of warm light. Satisfied that my bedroom (at least as far as the big king sized bed and romantic lighting were concerned) was ready for “company”, I glanced down at my nightstand. The LED clock beside the antique French phone read 8:58. Time wasn’t simply running on the fast track toward my continued debauchery with one of my black students, it was damned near up.
I raced out of the bedroom, damn near twisted an ankle on the stairs, but still managed to yank the kitchen drapes closed in my limping dash to the garage. The outside security light above the backdoor was still on. I turned off the garage light—so I wouldn’t be backlit—opened the door and waved my lurid signal flag. I flicked the outside light off, then right back on and waved my panty signal again. I shut off the outside light and waited impatiently, my eyes straining into the inky darkness of the backyard for any sign that D’bone had been waiting just as impatiently on the other side of the back gate for my “All’s clear, get your black ass in here” signal.
D’bone scared the life out of me when he suddenly appeared in front of me. I had wanted the backyard to be dark in order to conceal his approach to the house, but I hadn’t expected it to be quite that concealing… especially from me, since I had been looking for any movement out there. Apparently, with his black skin, and the appropriate way he was attired, he had melded into the night like an ominous dark specter.
As I gathered my startled wits, I breathed a silent ‘Thank you’. There wasn’t much of a chance that anyone had seen a black student approach a white teacher’s house, let alone enter it, “And her standing there like a brazen hussy in her shameless nightie, holding the back door open for this black boy… with her husband so conveniently out of town”. In such all-concealing darkness surely there wasn’t a scintilla of chance that any of my neighbors had seen any of that happen. I sincerely hoped not.
I closed and bolted the door, then literally pulled D’bone into the kitchen. I locked the connecting door to the garage and threw the deadbolt, then slowly turned around. “Like my gift wrapping?” I inquired in a throaty voice as I suggestively ran my hands over my smallish breast, across my quivering belly, and down along my bony hips.
“Diane,” D’bone answered, “you come gift wrapped like one sexy slut. No doubt ‘bout it.” He emitted a low, appreciative wolf whistle and looked me up and down. “You were right, there was no way I could mistake that all clear signal.” He nodded at the panties still clenched in my fist. “Same ones I pulled down ‘fore I pissed on your pussy?”
I held them under his nose and smiled. “Smell for yourself.”
D’bone took them from me, inhaled the wet scent of my pussy in the crotch, then shoved them in the pocket of the midnight-blue warm up pants he was wearing. Along with the loose-fitting polyester pants, he was wearing his black football jersey with the dark blue lettering and black running shoes. That same little intuitive birdie told me that I would enjoy unwrapping him at least as much, if not more, then I was going to enjoy him unwrapping me, or me unwrapping myself for him. “Oh, by the way,” I inquired, making a little early party chit-chat, “did we win the game?”
“48 to 3,” D’bone proudly informed me. “Rest of the guys kicked their sorry asses right off the field, and our second string played most of the third and all of the fourth quarter.”
I took the sides of my negligee in my fingers and curtsied. “In that case, welcome to this slut’s private victory celebration.”
D’bone grinned. “To the victor goes the spoils,” he misquoted and stepped toward me.
I placed my hand against his chest and hoped I’d be able to stand my ground. Being older than him, and also being one of his teachers, might not count for anything if D’bone decided to push things. I was an inch or two taller than him, but he outweighed me by ten or fifteen hard-muscled pounds, and with his youth and athletic strength, if D’bone wanted to slam me up against the wall and rape me, there wouldn’t be a hell of a lot I wouldn’t be able to do to stop him. Not that I would have even attempted to stop him from taking me up against the kitchen wall. That sort of demanding sex was what I was sorely in the mood for… and all of it could get from sexy D’bone.
“I have just one question first, D’bone,” I said, then quickly added, ‘before this goes any further,” when I saw his eyes narrow. You know how young men in heat can be; so impetuous, impatient, and therefore unpredictable. Well, that made two of us standing in my kitchen, and there was no questioning that, as soon as I removed my restraining hand away from his chest, things were going to severely get out hand, that was a given, and we both knew it. I simply wanted to know what sort of timeline we had to work with. “Do you have to be home at any specific time?” Just how severely far out of hand things got would depend entirely on how much choice D’bone would give me in the matter. “Your mother won’t mind you being out late, will she?”
“That’s actually two questions, Diane,’ D’bone pointed out. “But, to answer both of them, I called my mother and told her a bunch of us were gonna celebrate the win with a campout at the lake and not to expect me home until late sometime Sunday night.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. D’bone was a “Do my own thing” sort of young man, and since he was here with me, and not home with his mother, a convincing liar, as well. “What about your father? Any chance he might take a drive out to the lake to check and see just how much ‘no good’ you and the guys are up to?”
A mischievous laugh came out of D’bone’s mouth. “If he did, he’d find our usual campsite empty. One of the cheerleader’s parents have a cabin round the other side of the lake. Her parents are out of town, so the guys I hang, and a couple of the other cheerleaders, are gonna spend the weekend there with her. Victory celebratin’, if you get my meanin’?”
I got the meaning, all right, and having learned earlier that Julie was solely into black jocks, it would probably be her parent’s cabin where that libidinous victory celebration would be taking place. I wondered who the other lucky cheerleaders were going to be.
With the time frame now established at sometime Sunday night, I molded my body to my personal celebration party favor’s and wrapped my arms around his neck. My eyes bored into his with unmistakable passion. “How about a big ol’ wet victory kiss for your very own party slut, D’bone?”
For a young man, D’bone knew how to kiss a woman in heat. Good God! Could he kiss. My mouth opened to him a nano-second after our lips met and his tongue wasted no time invading it. I twirled my own tongue around his until I felt his cock respond to this, then I sucked his probing tongue like I had sucked off his hard, young black cock only hours before; with an escalating hunger. D’bone’s cock became harder and harder against my pubis and I ground my pussy into it.
After our passionate French kiss wetly broke apart (no more than 2 or 3 minutes, I’m sure, but it felt like eons to me) D’bone stepped back and scowled at me. “That the only way a white party slut should welcome her black-cocked hero to her private party?”
“Nooo, D’bone,” I cooed and dropped to my knees before him. I reached up and slipped my fingers inside the waistband of his pants and slowly tugged them down, expecting at any second that his hard black cock would leap out and slap me in the face, only it didn’t. And, when I had gotten his pants down past his knees, I saw the reason why that black cock love tap hadn’t taken place. I giggled like a schoolgirl; D’bone had worn his athletic supporter to our private party.
He snickered. “Thought a black jock slut like you’d like that added frill.”
“Ohhhhh, I do, D’bone,” I fawned and lightly tapped the bulging front of his jockstrap with my knuckle. “No cup.”
“Damned thing’s uncomfortable as hell. I didn’t have to protect my balls out on the field, I wouldn’t wear the damned thing. Too fucking confining for jocks with real cocks.”
And D’bone definitely had a real cock, a nice young black cock, so nice and hard, throbbing so powerfully against my palm. The time was decidedly at hand for D’bone’s demanding cock to be released from the too confining jockstrap. I took firm hold of the jockstrap’s elastic waistband, pulled it away from his flat stomach, then down and tucked it in beneath his big black balls. “And we certainly don’t want anything bad happening to these,” I said, cupping those cum-filled balls and gently kneading them.
I lifted my eyes to his face and softly asked, “Is this another way a proper white party slut should welcome her black-cocked football hero?” With my eyes holding his, I leaned in and skinned the remaining foreskin back with my tightly pursed red lips before closing my burgeoning white slut mouth properly around the angry purple head of his hard black cock and hummed. “Mmmmmmm Mmmmm.”
Humming around his young cock would likely bring things to a head entirely too quickly, but Darnell, D’bone, was young; it wouldn’t take long for him to recharge. Even still, I wanted him to know how much I appreciated having his beautiful cock in my mouth, how much I loved the feel of it in there, just how much I craved the taste of his black cock. So, I settled for slurping D’bone’s delicious black cock rather noisily. I swirled my tongue round and round the swollen head, attempted to worm the tip of my tongue into the over-sized peehole in search of precum. That would be oversized in comparison to the tiny opening in the small head of Edwin’s penis, by the way.
I rose up enough so that my drool ran down the rigid shaft of D’bone’s strong black cock and proceeded to go down on it. I took his cock into my mature mouth slowly, an inch at a time, until the spongy head was at the back of my throat. I slid my hands around to his ass, clutched it tightly, commanded myself not to gag, then pulled the rest of his cock into my mouth in one swift gulp.
My prissy nose was once more nestled in D’bone’s crinkly black pubic hair, my bottom lip once again flattened against his cum-bloated balls. D’bone’s entire cock was in my mouth and I had successfully taken the front half of it down my throat for the second time in a little over two hours. I was rather proud of this salacious accomplishment. No, I was damned proud of myself. Swallowing seven hard inches of even a young black cock isn’t exactly an easy thing to do… not for a newborn black cock slut, anyway.
But, was I being slut enough for D’bone? I could do better, or at least do more for him. I slid my mouth up his cock until only the head was being held behind my tight lips. Precum seeped from the peehole. I let it puddle on my tongue, swallowed it with a shiver, then pulled his cock back into my throat. I blew D’bone with more enthusiastic improvisation than I had in the locker room; receiving a larger puddle of precum on my tongue each time I drew my tight lips up the length of his cock. I reveled in the pleased sigh I heard from him when I used my hands on his tight black ass to ram his cock back down my throat. D’bone liked the way I was blowing him and I was glad that I was obviously getting better at sucking him off.
After several minutes of inspired cocksucking (which I was getting better and better at the more I sucked) I wantonly looked up at him. The message my burning eyes was sending was, I hoped, clear and unmistakable; “Fuck my mouth, D’bone. Mouth-fuck me like the nasty white slut I can’t help being for you”.
D’bone definitely got the right message. Grabbing me by the hair, he reared back and mouth-fucked me just the way I wanted him to; just like a nasty white slut who had become helplessly addicted to hard, young black cock. His balls were slapping my chin as his entire cock plunged repeatedly in and out of my mouth and down my throat. Precum was steadily flowing into my drooling mouth. I slid my hands from his ass to the backs of his thighs and held on tight as D’bone used my mouth and throat like a deeply receptive cunt. My own juices were dribbling from my cunt onto my legs tucked underneath me.
I felt the muscles in D’bone’s thighs tighten and braced myself for the hard jets of hot cum I expected to begin shooting right down my throat. Only, that didn’t happen. D’bone released my head, grabbed my arms, and stood me up. “You gettin’ a real mean slut mouth on you, Diane,” he said tersely. “But I already give you a load of cum there earlier. I want somethin’ else this time.”
I was trembling like a young girl who had just been caught masturbating by her zealously religious mother—both from frustration at not getting my mouth filled with his cum and also with nervous expectation of what might be coming from D’bone. “Take it, D’bone!” exploded from my mouth before I could stop myself. “Take whatever you want.”
His eyes narrowed. “Take it, Diane?”
“Yesssssssssssssssssss!” Take it! Take me, D’bone! Take all of me you want!”
As I’ve already told you, I’m hardly a diminutive teenage cheerleader, but D’bone lifted me off my feet like I weighed next to nothing and firmly plunked my ass down on the kitchen table. He took the lace bodice of my negligee in his strong black hand. “You sure you want it this way, Diane?”
I hit me that I might have offered too much of my self, too quickly. But I couldn’t renege now… not if I wanted to be a true slut for him. And I did… desperately. “Do it!” I responded with more determination in my voice than I felt in my guts.
I had been ready for D’bone to literally rend the delicate, spider web bodice asunder, but he merely shoved the front of my negligee down, exposing my heaving breasts. “Ain’t got much for tits, do ya?” he snorted, cupping one of my small breasts against his large black palm. Edwin hardly noticed that I had breasts, let alone touched them in anything but a perfunctory manner during his dismal attempts at foreplay. “But, I sure do like these long-ass nipples.”
I had always been somewhat embarrassed of my overly long nipples, but suddenly I wasn’t. I was proud that I had them, happy that D’bone found something else about me that he liked, besides my inexperienced slut mouth… and also that I was a white woman, freely giving myself to him, no doubt. I was a lot prouder of my distended (now aching) nipples than I was of my freckled, insufficient, teacup tits.
D’bone took one of my long, engorged nipple between his thumb and forefinger and tweaked it. “Damn, lady…” He pulled the nipple, stretching it and the attached tit out a couple of inches “…I bet you could fuck another nasty slut’s cunt with one of these.”
“If that is what you’d like from me…” I heard myself respond as D’bone took the other nipple between the thumb and finger of his left hand and twisted and pulled them both, “…then I guess I would…” I swallowed hard “…I’d try my best to do it for you, D’bone.”
Had that really come out of my mouth? I had to be out of my mind with lust at having my tits mauled like this to say that I perform lesbian sex for one of my black students.
“I do believe you would, Diane.” D’bone squeezed both of my nipples hard. “Question is, who’d be the first slut I’d like to see you do it do.” He released my throbbing nipples, reached down and lifted the bottom of my negligee. Seeing my crotchless panties, he grinned. “Wasn’t plannin’ on wastin’ any time, was ya?”
I parted my legs invitingly, giving D’bone an unobstructed view of my hairy pussy. “Waste not, want not, I always say.”
D’bone stepped forward. He was tall enough that his big black balls rested on the gray slate table top, with his hard young cock aimed at my exposed pussy like a threatening black lance. He placed a hand against my chest and pushed my upper torso back, which elevated my hips. When he decided that his precum-leaking cock was precisely lined up with the juice running, gaping hole of my defenseless pussy, he grabbed my hips. “You said to take what I wanted, right?”
There was a hard lump of something caught in my throat—possibly my pounding heart. I couldn’t speak, so I nodded in the affirmative.
With a quick yank, D’bone pulled my ass to the edge of the table, impaling me on his hard, young black cock. With startled eyes, I looked down between us. Our pubic hairs were meshed together. D’bone’s entire cock was inside me… buried all the way to the hilt. I had thought I was already wet enough to take all of his cock easily. It had, indeed, gone into me like a knife going into hot butter, but handling all of it—so quickly, without any warning at all—wasn’t what I would call easy. I had never been so full in my life, both in depth and girth. I had thought his cock was big in my hand. Buried in my cunt, it felt huge. It wasn’t merely uncomfortable having my unaccustomed cunt so thoroughly stuffed with his huge black cock, something I would undoubtedly get over given a little time. It hurt like hell!
I squirmed on the table, trying desperately to un-impale myself from this demonic black weapon that I had thought I wanted so badly, that I had been so certain I would be able to take with relative ease. I had been wrong… so unbelievably wrong. Wrong as I had ever been about anything in my life.
D’bone clamped a hand over my mouth, stifling my scream for him to, PULL IT OUT! “You wanted to be a nasty slut, Diane!” he snarled. He yanked his huge cock completely out of my tortured cunt and shoved it right back in. “You wanna be a nasty white slut,” he hissed, “then get used to takin’ a real cock… all of it at once.”
D’bone showed me no mercy. He fucked me like a slut, repeatedly yanking his hard-pounding cock completely out of my cunt and slamming the entire thing back into me, over and over and over. I was helpless beneath him. The pain was still there as he relentlessly plunged his cock into my severely ravaged cunt. It didn’t seem to be lessening any. If anything, it was growing stronger. D’bone… his huge black cock was going tear my cunt apart. I was going to die from loss of blood through my torn apart vagina. Edwin would get home and find his naïve white wife damn near naked on the kitchen table, dead; fucked to death by D’bone, one of her black students.
“You like this, slut? You gettin’ to like my big black cock pile drivin’ your nasty white cunt, slut?” D’bone removed his hand from my mouth. “Tell me, slut!” he demanded. “Tell me how much you likin’ my big black cock fuckin’ you nasty white cunt… Slut!”
SLUT! The degrading sound of the word alone, echoing loudly inside my head, worked some sort of black magic on me. An immense sex bubble seemed to burst inside me and the pain was noticeably less as D’bone plunged his big, hard black cock back into my nasty white slut cunt. I tentatively lifted my hips the next time he thrust into me. It didn’t hurt anywhere near as much as it had only seconds before. It was beginning to feel good. Soooo good.
Pain had backed out. Pleasure was rushing in to fill the aching void. I braced my hands on the table behind me and, with a maniacal grin, began fucking D’bone back with more enthusiasm, soon matching him up-thrust for in-thrust with equal force. “Fuck me, D’bone!” I demanded fiercely. “Fuck my nasty white cunt with your big black cock harder.” I lurched my ass completely off the table as hard as I could. “Pound me back, D’bone. Make this fucking, nasty white slut take every bit of your great big black cock.” I worked my sopping wet pussy on his deeply buried cock in a wild, demented frenzy. “I want you to cum inside in me, D’bone. Come on, you big black jock, blow your hot load in my cunt.” My need was now far beyond mere urgency. “Do it, D’bone; shoot your hot cum deep inside my cunt and make me your nasty white slut. Do it, D’bone. Do it… NOW!”
My coming right back at him with his own gutter talk, and even surpassing it with slutty, black-cock-crazed expletives, apparently took D’bone by surprise. And what a huge surprise it was…especially for me. With the same teeth-clenched warning he had given me in the locker room, “Take it, Slut!” D’bone buried his cock so deep inside my cunt that the head of it felt like it was about to enter my womb. And that opened the floodgates… this time for the both of us. The entire fucking world (mine little corner of it, at least) exploded in blinding flashes of molten fire.
Except for his accelerated jerking atop me and his weak announcement groan, I had never been entirely certain that Edwin had climaxed… not until later, alone on the toilet, when I saw his small amount of watery semen dribbling out of me into the bowl. But—even in the throws of an impossibly gigantic orgasm, with my cunt spasming, expanding and contracting like crazy around the throbbing black cock buried so deep inside of me, throbbing and pulsing with such unbelievable force, there was absolutely no doubt in my mind that D’bone was ejaculating. I actually felt—not sensed—his powerful jets of cum splashing against the door to my womb. One massive blast. A second, just as hard. D’bone pulled back a couple of inches. I wailed my pleasure when 3, 4, then 5 more jets from his spurting cock flooded the excruciatingly empty vacancy left behind from not having his whole entire cock buried in my cunt with hot cum.
Feeling D’bone shoot his cum into me catapulted me over the top and straight into a second orgasm. If I had thought the previous orgasm impossibly gigantic, this one was simply IMPOSSIBLE. I fell back on the table, my entire body—head to tightly curled toes—quaking, unable to draw a breathe as my cum-filled mature white-wife cunt convulsed, convulsed, and CONVULSED around D’bone’s pussy-pleasing, cunt-pounding, slut-making, simply magnificent, hard BLACK COCK.
The world… My world …didn’t simply go dark; it went irretrievably BLACK.
I blinked back into consciousness several minutes later. The first thing I recognized was D’bone’s sharply featured black face grinning down at me. I smiled back…weakly and flexed my cunt muscles. D’bone’s cock was still inside me and it felt just as hard as it had been before I’d blacked out.
“Feel more like a proper white slut now, Diane?”
“Ohhh, Yess.” I could feel his cum inside me. A mini-aftershock rippled my tummy. I milked his cock with my cunt muscles and blew him a kiss. “I feel like I’m ‘your’ proper white slut, now… D’bone.”
I laid there, with D’bone leaning against the table, his wonderful cock inside me, in total bliss until I felt it begin to soften. I felt some of his cum start to ooze out around his cock and craned my head back. The only thing I saw that would work was the bone-china sugar bowl; a birthday present Edwin had brought me from Tokyo, protectively cradled in his lap the whole way. It would have to do; nothing else for what I had in mind was closer at hand. I felt a twinge of guilt as I reached out for the delicate bowl, but quickly shook it off. I turned the bowl over and emptied the sugar out onto the table, then handed the empty container to D’bone. “Hold this tight against my pussy when your cock slips out of me,” I requested. “The very second it plops out. Capiche?”
D’bone grinned. “Capiche, teach.”
He pulled his deflating cock from my cunt with a wet plop and clamped the bowl against my pussy. He held it tight against me while I sat up and scooted off the table to stand on my own two feet. I slid my hand in between his and the bowl and stepped away. “Thanks,” I said as I squatted with my knees bowed out and the bowl held against my wet, cock-pleased pussy. Even bearing down like I was giving birth, it still took a couple of minutes for the majority of his cum to run out of my cunt into the sugar bowl. I removed the bowl from my pussy and looked down into it. I shook the bowl a little. D’bone’s cum—easily a year’s worth (maybe even two) of my husband’s weak and infrequent ejaculations—sloshed against the translucent sides of the bowl.
I looked up at D’bone. “You denied me this, before fucking me senseless on the table.” I raised the bowl to my lips and smiled. “Now, it’s all mine.” I blocked my throat with the back of my tongue, so I wouldn’t be able to swallow, then tiled both my head and the delicate, bone-china cum-bowl back and let my mouth fill with D’bone’s warm, slimy cum. When no more cum ran from the bowl into my mouth, I closed my mouth tight. And, with a wink at D’bone, I gratefully swallowed all of his yummy cum. I smacked my lips and grinned like a very happy little girl. “All gone.”
D’bone only had one thing to say, and I do think it was a most appropriate comment concerning the degenerate act I had just performed for him. “Daaa…ummm!”
\* \*
“Would you like some music?” I asked.
Darnell and I were in the den. The heavy drapes were drawn, the lights were out and a fire was crackling in the fireplace. I was standing at the rack of CDs, a snifter of brandy warming in my hand, still in my negligee and the bodice was still pulled down underneath my tits. My nipples hadn’t softened in the least since D’bone had tweaked and pulled them in the kitchen; they were both firm as long erasers.
Darnell took a swallow of his cold bear and carefully set the can in the coaster on the polished cherry wood coffee table in front of the deep-piled couch. “Whatcha got?”
“No rap or hip-hip, I’m afraid. Or even anything close. Sorry.”
I was taken aback by Darnell’s nonchalantly reply. “That’s okay, I don’t expect a uptight English teacher like you would know much gangsta rap. Got anything by Ravel?”
Ravel? A tough-talking ghetto kid, even one with the natural intelligence Darnell would one day realize he possessed, not only knowing there was a Ravel, but had, apparently, at least been exposed to the composer’s music? “That would be an uptight English teacher like me,” I corrected and shook my head in amazement. Would wonders never cease?
I ran my finger down the CDs, found one with Bolero the opening piece and slipped it in the player. I added two more CDs in roughly the same vein. If Darnell didn’t think listening to Revel was a bad thing—at least behind securely locked doors, where no one but his current piece of available white ass would know he was doing it, then kicking back with a beer and a willing mature white slut, with movements by Vivaldi or Dvoraak playing in the background, surely couldn’t further tarnish the ghetto-kid image he worked so hard at projecting to the outside world.
Darnell, a hard case ghetto kid? This contrived scenario was quite the opposite from the well off life he actually lived. His father was an Assistant District Attorney and his mother was a registered nurse, who—if the talk around town was accurate—was all but “officially” in charge of the cardiac care unit at the hospital. Being their only child, Darnell pretty much wanted for nothing.
I hit play, waited for the almost inaudible entro of Bolero to begin and went to join my compelling black lover on the long, comfy couch. Darnell was still wearing his jersey, but nothing else. His jockstrap lay on the floor where I had left it after kneeling and tugging his down it his strong young legs, leaving him naked from the waist down. He looked good; sortta slouched down in the deep wedged where the arm and back of my overstuffed black velvet couch came together, his sinewy legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles, and the firelight making his corded thighs glisten a deep, dark red. And it had nothing to do with me being able to see his exposed crotch; his strong young cock, even laying flaccid and non-threatening against his thigh, still longer, and thicker, than my husband’s was hard. Something more meaningful then simply the double taboo of interracial/intra-generational sex was going on my den that night. I just couldn’t put my finger on what it could be.
“This is good,” Darnell said as I decided the ‘hell with whatever that illusive something was’ and snuggled myself comfortably against his nearly naked body. “Starts off nice and soft and builds to a real good crescendo at the end.“
I laid a hand in his naked lap and lightly drew my fingernail along the large vein on the underside of his flaccid black cock. “Darnell, you are beginning to really surprise me.” Not actually involving sex—either physically or mentally—it somehow seemed more appropriate addressing him by his name, rather then his street name. D’bone would be reserved for when I wanted him to use his black cock on me, or for when he was already using his wonderful black cock on me.
“And how have I surprised you now, Diane?”
I tossed my head in the direction the repetitive, steadily escalating strains of Bolero were coming from. “That… and other things.”
Darnell cocked his head. “Other things. Like fucking you through two cums on the kitchen table, two explosive orgasms like I know you’ve never had before?”
“Yes.” I wrapped my free hand around his cock, but did nothing else. “And, no, I’ve never cum like that before. Never so hard, and never twice, one on top of the other.” I held his cock in my hand, enjoying the feel of it, the heavy weight of it. I could actually detect his heartbeat against my palm. “You’re the only one who has ever made me cum like that.”
“Well,” he said softly, “you’ve surprised me once or twice yourself tonight, Diane.”
“Only once or twice?” I took a tentative sip of my brandy. It wasn’t quite warm enough yet. “Let’s see… they could have been when I sucked you off and swallowed your cum in the locker room, or when I held your cock while you pissed at the urinal, or when I sat on the potty and aimed your hot piss at my pussy.” I swirled the amber liquid around in the snifter. “Or, could it have been me drinking your cum from the china bowl in the kitchen like a real cumslut?” I squeezed his cock (not hard) and he flexed his cock for me in return. “You said once or twice, so you can chose any one of those four as being the times I’ve surprised you tonight.”
Darnell laughed softly. “Okay, you win, Diane. It was all four, plus?”
Plus? I tested my brandy again. It was now warmed to my body temperature. Perfect. “You want to explain that plus?”
Darnell glanced at his beer, then at my snifter. “Mind if I try some of that?”
I held the snifter beneath his nose. “You have to breathe it into you first.” I instructed. Darnell’s nostrils flared as he inhaled the brandy’s warm, fruity fragrance. I placed the snifter against his lips. “And you don’t guzzle expensive brandy,” I cautioned, tilting the snifter up. “You sip it. Then you savor its warmth on your palate before swallowing.”
Darnell’s lips parted and I let a little of the brandy dribble into his mouth, less then the amount of cum that invariably erupted from the head of his young cock. Darnell held the brandy in his mouth for several seconds, then tilted his head back and let is slide down his throat. “Whew! That stuff burns going down.”
“Put your head back and lay still, Darnell. Let the brandy’s warmth seep into your system.”
Darnell laid his head back. A moment or two later and he sighed, “Yeah, I see what you mean. I feel warm all over, Diane.”
I lifted his jersey and laid my cheek against his bare stomach. “You are warm, my beautiful young stalwart.” I slid my head into his lap. “Mmm,” I murmured with my cheek against his sweet chocolate cock, “you’re even warmer down here.”
Darnell looked down. “That’s because you make me so fucking hot down there, Diane.”
I rubbed my cheek against his cock. I loved the exquisite feel of his young masculinity against my face. “And, please tell me, Darnell, why do I make you so incredibly fucking hot down here?” I lazily brought the snifter to my mouth, but I tilted it too much. Brandy spilled from the corners of my mouth and ran down both cheeks. “I’m glad I haven’t done that with your cum,” I snorkled. Snorkled is my made up word for snorting and snickering at the same time. “Not as yet, anyway.”
Darnell took the snifter from my hand. “I think you’ve had enough of this.”
He set the snifter on the coffee table… without a coaster under it. The bottom was wet with brandy. It would leave a ring on the polished surface. Fuck it! “Now tell me, why do I make you so hot down here?” Edwin and I had never laid on the couch like this; all warm and cozy, with the heady smell of sex lingering in our nostrils. I’d like to say that I felt at least a little guilty about doing it with Darnell, but the truth is, I didn’t. “Is it because I’m a horny white wife who let’s you use her like a nasty cumslut?”
A look of hurt came into Darnell’s eyes and my heart skipped several beats. I had ruined this special moment between us. Darnell was trying so hard to be an adult, and I had just spouted off like some foul-mouth little tramp teenager. I had completely ruined everything. Just… everything.
“No,” Darnell said tenderly. He lightly ran a finger along my jaw line. “It isn’t just that, Diane. It isn’t even about that. Not totally.” He used the same finger to wipe the brandy from my cheeks then licked the illicit alcohol from his wet finger… and there wasn’t a damned thing sexual about it. “It’s because…” A look came to his eyes, not hurt this time, nor was it lust. It was an emotion I had never seen in a man’s eyes when he looked at me. “It’s because… because… Damn it, Diane, it’s because I think you’re a very lovely woman, and I’m one damned lucky black boy, because you invited to be here with you.”
Talk about being taken aback. “Me?” I gasped. Me? “Me, with my long face, and pointy nose?” I lifted my head from Darnell’s lap. “And, like you said, not much in the way of tits, either? And you think I’m lovely?” D’bone needed glasses… with some serious Coke bottle lenses like Lilith wore. I pinched my thumb and forefinger together and held them to up to him. “I’m not even this close to being as pretty someone like Julie. You’re about wrong as you can be, young man. It’s me, Darnell, I’m the one who’s goddamned lucky someone as good looking as you is here with me, instead of being up at Julie’s parent’s cabin with the guys and the pretty white cheerleaders with their much bigger tits.”
Darnell wrapped his hand around mine. “I can have all the pretty, silly white girls I want… with big tits. Some white girls are just like that; black jock groupies, black cock junkies.” Darnell took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “But you’re different, Diane. You’re a hundred times better then all of the slutty Julies in the entire world. You’re a woman, Diane. A real woman.”
Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes. “Damn you, Darnell!” I sat up and swiped my tears away with my fists. “Damn you, damn you, damn you! If you say one more thing nice about me, I’m going to burst into tears. I swear it, Darnell.”
He sat there looking at me, like he couldn’t believe I had never gotten a heartfelt complement from a man before. Well, I hadn’t. Yes, Edwin and I past the expected “I love you” back and forth on occasion—generally across the breakfast table, but there never had been all that much emotion in those passing endearments. Two ghost ships on a moonless night, obligatorily tooting their whistles as they slipped by each other, I suppose.
Darnell’s well meant complement, however, had changed everything back to where it had been moments earlier; we were back to being lovers again. Okay, so I was a horny white wife, twice Darnell’s age, and he was my taboo black cocksman. I’m entitled to wrap myself in romantic illusions; the same as you are…twisted and degenerate, as I’m sure some of you judge them to be.
Darnell looked so sweet and innocent in the flickering firelight, and also so vulnerable with that cloud of wonder in his dark eyes, that I took his face in my hands and drew his mouth to mine. I kissed him hard. I ground my mouth against his hard. His lips parted and I thrust my tongue into his mouth the same way his young cock had impaled my cunt on the kitchen table; hard, deep, and demanding. I eventually broke this passionate tongue-fucking kiss—reluctantly and smiled at Darnell. “And double-damn, do you ever kiss good.” I winked to let him know that I was being playful, not the least bit serious. “For a lucky, big-cocked black guy, that is.”
Darnell’s return smile was a little sheepish. “You don’t do so bad yourself… for a horny white woman, with a mean slut mouth and the hottest cunt I’ve ever had my lucky black cock inside of.”
“Flattery…” I wrapped my hand around his cock “…will get you anything you want from me.” I fisted his cock slowly. I wasn’t in any hurry for it to get hard this time. I had all weekend to make it hard… again and again and again.
“I want you, Diane,” Darnell said as his cock thickened in my hand, becoming hard and strong once more. “I want you so bad… right now.”
I released my massaging hold on his cock and flopped over on the couch, dropped my left foot to the floor and threw my right leg up over the back of the couch. “Want no longer, young man,” I bantered. Romantic notions be damned, this was back to being about sex… hot sex with his hard young black cock. “Come and get me, D’bone. I’m all yours.”
D’bone stood up. I watched and waited impatiently while he pulled his jersey over his head and threw it over the back of the couch. For the first time, I now saw all of my young black lover completely naked; his good looking face, his broad shoulders, his flat hard stomach, his narrow hips. His corded and sinewy blackness looming over me—highlighted blood red, first here, then there, then somewhere else on his athletic body by the flickering firelight—was a seductively primitive sight to behold and I wanted this young savage to just take me. Without preamble, without any foreplay, without a single word passing between us, I wanted him to fling himself between my wide-open legs, bury that powerful black cock of his deep inside my cunt, and ravage the hell out of his helpless white captive. I wanted that so badly.
D’bone took two steps toward me, his semi-erect cock swaying obscenely back and forth with each step, and stopped. Given my present state of mind (Black captor/white victim) I assumed (quite naturally) that, since it wasn’t fully hard yet, he expected his “property” to suck his black cock hard enough to ravage her white cunt with. But, he held out his hand instead. “Not here, Diane. Not like this.”
Not so much the words themselves, but the totally out-of-sync tone they had been spoken in threw me for a complete loop. D’bone’s voice was hash and demanding, not soft and tender. Befuddled, I asked, “Where then?” Wherever this confusing psychological reversal was leading, I was still compelled to take his hand. “And why not like this?”
Without answering, he drew me up off the couch, then literally swept me off my feet and into his arms. He carried me upstairs to the shadowy bedroom. “Here, Diane,” he said and deposited (not dumped) me in the middle of the already prepared bed. He knelt beside me. “And I want to make love with you, Diane, not just fuck the hell out of you again.”
The way he said that brought a lump to my throat and I had to fight back the tears that were threatening to well up in my eyes once again. D’bone to Darnell, back to D’bone out on the couch, and now this handsome young black man was back to being Darnell in my mind. Why? Because it wasn’t D’bone who had demand that he had every right to fuck a nasty white slut wife in her husband’s bed with his big black cock, it had been Darnell I had very distinctly heard say that he wanted to make with love, not to me.
Damn it all to hell, both personas owned me, totally and unequivocally; black-cocked “I’ll take you anyway I want, slut” D’bone and sweet-talking, handsome young Darnell. Thank all the lucky stars above that they both came so conveniently wrapped in the same irresistibly desirable package.
I reached up and drew Darnell down to me. “How about if we compromise here,” I mewed, “just a skosh?” I lightly kissed his lips, then his forehead, and then his lips again so that he wouldn’t be able to verbally respond to what had been, essentially, a rhetorical question. “How about if we make love with each other, together, Darnell? Then, if at least one of us is up to the task after that, then trash-talkin’ D’bone can take me anyway he wants.” I was betting heavily that big black-cocked D’bone would be the one most up to fucking the hell out of me… all fucking night long.
Darnell’s answer was to seal this salaciously taboo deal with, undeniably, the most ardent non tongue-probing kiss I had ever received in my entire life.
Darnell and I made love on the bed. We engaged in actual foreplay—something almost foreign to me. We kissed, and petted, and fondled, and masturbated each other lovingly. We sixty-nined with Darnell on top, and having virtually no experience in the matter, I thought he ate pussy very well… for a big cocked black guy, or for anyone else. And, being on your back, with the soles of your feet pressed together and your knees laid wide apart, with a virile young man poised above you, fucking his hard black cock down into your mouth and your ever more receptive throat as he licks and tongues your aching pussy is a very nice way of getting the juices flowing, I must say.
When we finally got down to serious love making, we went about it slowly; with Darnell on top between my legs, with me on top riding his cock, spooned together on our sides with Darnell sliding his hard cock in and out of me from behind; then—with Darnell close to cumming—with me once more on my back, my legs up over his shoulders, our mouths fucking each other’s tongues as he hit bottom with each thrust. When Darnell came, I had a sustained orgasm while he shot another load in my spasming cunt. Making long, slow love with someone is very, very nice.
But then, so is having your insatiable slut mouth taken by a hard young black cock. We lay for a while after we had made nice love, mutually fondling each other while my young black lover recharged. Having your clit massaged and tweaked and being finger-fucked—by someone else for a change—is great foreplay, so is stroking a young black cock—all slippery and slimy from your juices and his cum—back to usable hardness in your hand.
My black lover’s demeanor soon began to change back to that of a black possessor. This made me even hornier. I impulsively reached for the brandy snifter Darnell had sweetly retrieved for me from the den and dipped his cock into it. I then anxiously sucked D’bone’s brandy-dipped cock fully hard. I also licked and sucked testicles for the first time and can hardily recommend brandy-bathed black balls. They’re very tasty.
Standing in the bed, D’bone relentlessly, and deeply, mouth-fucked me sitting up, the back of my head banging against the (luckily, padded) headboard. I came twice from him calling me a nasty white slut and a filthy fucking white whore for his black cock; demanding that I suck off his big black cock and swallow all of his hot nigger jizz as he fucked, and fucked, and fucked his hard black cock into my white wife mouth and down my nasty slut throat. When D’bone at last blew his nuts, all I received was one powerful jet of his delicious slime in my mouth before he pulled his cock out of my mouth and shot the rest of his copious load on my hard-nippled tits. With his cum dripping from my tits to pool in my navel, I took his cock in my hands and milked the last dregs onto my engorged nipples, then smeared the slimy cock all over my white wife face before dutifully sucking his deflating black cock and licking his now empty black balls completely clean of any and all sperm residue.
D’bone collapsed on the bed and pulled me against him. And that is the way I contentedly fell asleep; with my head resting comfortably on D’bone/Darnell’s shoulder, with loving Darnell’s cum leaking from my temporarily satiated cunt; as well as with his alter ego’s cum splattered on my tits and glazing my happy face, with the addictive taste of D’bone’s “nigger jizz” (like the sweetest ambrosia) in my nasty, slutty, white wife mouth.
To be further continued…. |
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] | WESLEY CRUSHER tapped the panels of his workstation in engineering. A 3-dimensional warp field appeared on the display. Wesley tapped away in an attempt to change the configuration for a more efficient matter-antimatter yield, but he just couldn't figure out the correct formula.
What is wrong with me, he thought to himself. He couldn't concentrate. His mind was drifting. From warp fields to... breasts? Why am I thinking about breasts? Beautiful breasts. Bouncing right in front of his face. He could almost reach out and grab them, but whose breasts? His mind's eye looked up and saw... his mother! Why was he thinking about his mother?
"Don't ever stop, Wesley," his mother said to him.
Stop it! What's happening to me!
Frustrated, Wesley switched off the display and slammed his fist into the console.
"Wesley, is something wrong?"
Wesley turned around. It was Commander Data.
"What? No. I just can't get the right configuration for the warp field!" Wesley complained.
"Interesting," Data said. "Warp fields haven't posed a problem to you in the past, and in my recorded history, I don't remember you displaying anger against a computer console before."
"I know. I'm just tired," Wesley said, slumping in his chair.
"Have you not been getting enough sleep?" Data asked.
"That's just it. I've been sleeping a lot lately. I'm not sure what's going on with me."
"Ah, then perhaps a visit with your mother is warranted?"
Wesley nodded. That is what he should do, but something wasn't sitting right with him. Things had been strange between them ever since she caught him masturbating. She acted like it never happened, which was unlike her. He had expected a lecture about how all healthy young men do that, but it never came. And now he was fantasizing about her breasts in engineering. He wanted to discuss it with her, but Counselor Troi said not to, which was also strange. Something wasn't right.
"Data, how can you tell if people are lying to you?"
"Accessing. There are several thousand volumes on detecting a lie, or a con, or falsehoods, or bamboozles —"
"Never mind, Data," Wesley said, walking off. "I think I'll go see my mom, after all."
\- - -
"That's it, Wesley. Right there," Beverly Crusher told her son. "Now say 'ahhhh'."
"Ahhhhh," Wesley said, with a tongue depressor in his mouth. Satisfied, Beverly removed the depressor and checked some readings on her tricorder.
"Nothing here," she said. "You're a healthy young man."
"But why am I always so tired?"
"Wesley, you work too hard. It's okay to be tired from time to time. You just need more rest," she told him.
"Are you sure? I feel like I'm sleeping all the time."
"And a little extra sleep never hurt anyone," she assured him. "Tell you what. We'll have dinner tonight and I'll give you a sedative. How does that sound?"
"A sedative? Do you think I need that?" he asked.
"A mild sedative just until you get better."
Wesley nodded.
"Thanks, mom," he said and left.
Perfect, Beverly thought. Now I won't have to be so covert anymore. I can give him the sedative instead of slipping it into his tea. Maybe I should stop? What kind of mother am I? Am I hurting him with all this medication? No. I would never hurt Wesley. I just need to adjust the formula a little. That's all. A slight adjustment and then he'll be fine, and I'll still have his cock.
"See you soon, Wesley," she said.
\- - -
"You think your mother is what?" Deanna asked Wesley, who had just arrived for his regular appointment.
"I think she's been giving me sedatives," Wesley repeated. Deanna was very nervous. She suspected this was going on, and it was her plan after all, but how did Wesley find out? And so soon?
"I've been tired lately and I asked her to examine me," he said.
"And what did she discover?"
"Nothing. She said there was nothing wrong with me, but I saw the reading on the tricorder. I have elevated levels of Methohexital, which is a powerful sedative. She didn't mention that."
Dammit, Wesley, Deanna thought. He was too clever. Beverly should have been more careful.
"Wesley, why would your mother want to drug you?" she asked, knowing damn well why. She was probably bouncing up and down on Wesley's massive cock all night. That lucky bitch.
"I think it's because she can't stand to talk to me after the... incident," Wesley said, embarrassed.
Beverly bit her lip trying not to laugh. That was almost the opposite of what she was trying to do. But what to tell Wesley?
"I can't believe that's happening," she said.
"I know it doesn't seem possible, but that's the only explanation I can think of."
Yes. It was the most likely answer. How can she get him to think otherwise? Quickly, Deanna. Think of something.
"Maybe there's a way we can find out for sure," Deanna said. "Have you heard of hypnotism?"
"Yes, but how could that help me?"
"Sometimes your conscious mind and unconscious mind have different memories and experiences. If your mother, or someone, is giving you sedatives, your unconscious mind might be aware. Under hypnosis, I could find out the truth," Deanna told him.
Wesley thought about it. This whole thing was bizarre. Now hypnosis? Left without any real options, Wesley agreed.
\- - -
Back in sickbay, Beverly was working on a new formula. I should never have used Methohexital, Beverly thought. It does the job, but it does nothing to help the patient. What was I thinking?
"Excuse me, Doctor," a voice said, startling her. It was Commander Data.
"Yes, Data," Beverly said, quickly composing herself and hiding the formula.
"I wanted to talk to you about your son? Is he okay?"
"What do you mean?", she asked.
"He complained of being tired this morning. Did he come see you?"
"Yes, but I can't discuss a patient with you. You know that."
"Of course, Doctor. I was only going to offer help," Data said. But after accessing documents on lying and detecting a lie, Data determined that she was lying to him. Her rapid heart rate. Micro expressions in her face. It was all there. Plain as day. And Data was able to determine all of this in only three milliseconds.
"That's very nice of you, Data," she said. "But I think I can handle my son."
"Understood," Data said and left. Curious, he told himself. She's lying. But why?
\- - -
"Now Wesley, when I count back from five you will be under my command, and you will answer any questions I have. Five, four, three, two, one..."
Wesley was perfectly calm sitting in the chair. His eyes were glassy and he stared straight ahead.
"Wesley, what happened last night after dinner with your mother?" Deanna asked.
"I went to sleep," he said.
"Did anything happen after you went to sleep?"
"Yes."
"Tell me what happened."
"My mother," he said. "She had sex with me."
I knew it, Deanna thought. This is exactly what I planned!
"And how did it feel?" she asked.
"I enjoyed it. I love my mother. I want to make her happy."
"That's good, Wesley," she said and noticed a bulge along his right leg. It was an outline of his cock, and it was enormous. It looked like he had a warp conduit stuffed in his pants.
"Oh my," she said, staring at the massive cock.
"What are you thinking about, Wesley?" she asked, wanting to know why his cock was so hard.
"I'm thinking about breasts."
Very nice, she thought. Her hands climbed up her own body and she cupped her breasts. She squeezed them and exhaled.
"Your mother's breasts?"
"Yes. And also Deanna Troi," he said.
She squeezed harder, moaning a little.
"What do you want to do with the breasts, Wesley?" she asked, placing a hand in between her legs.
"I want to suck on them."
"And what about your cock, Wesley? What do you want to do with your big, giant cock?"
"I want to stick it between the breasts."
Deanna pushed her palm flat against her pussy. She imagined his giant cock nestled between her tits. Thrusting the head of his cock at her face. She imagined him cumming. An explosion of creamy white semen splattering her face. Covering her in his goo. She swallowed some that landed in her mouth. Beverly licked the rest off her face. Her naked breasts pushed against hers. They kissed. Beverly's tongue shoved into her mouth. They tasted Wesley's cum together.
Deanna pushed harder on her cunt and it was all too much. Deanna moaned and came right there on the chair.
"Oh my god, Wesley," she cried out.
Deanna took several deep breaths. She ran her hands through her hair and wiped the sweat from her brow. That was such a good orgasm, she thought. And she didn't even need a holodeck. She had to get Wesley out of this room. If he stayed here any longer there was no telling what she might do.
"Wesley, when I count down from five you will awake from my spell. You will not be excited and you will not suspect your mother is drugging you. However, you will continue to fantasize about your mother and Deanna Troi. And you will continue to come see me. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Very well. Five, four, three, two, one..."
\- - -
"Did you have a good day?" Beverly asked, sitting across from Wesley and eating dinner.
"Yes," he said.
"Still tired?"
"A little, but I think a good night's sleep is all I need," he told her. He felt weird. He remembered being angry earlier, but couldn't remember why.
"That's right. I have the sedative ready for you. Do you want to take it now?" she asked, holding a pill in her open hand.
"Sure, mom," he said and took the pill. He swallowed it with his tea.
"You'll feel much better tomorrow. I promise, son."
So will I, she thought to herself and smiled. She was already getting hot. It was so difficult to sit across from him and not tear his clothes off right then and there, but she had to be patient. Let the drug take hold, Beverly. Then you can put that massive cock where it belongs, inside you.
To be continued... |
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] | "He's waking up," I heard Ellie, my stepdaughter, say.
As I opened my eyes, I saw Ellie, dressed in a halter top and sarong, kneeling on the floor in my study. I realized that I was lying on the love seat. Ellie's best friend Tina was crouched beside Ellie, naked.
I groaned, a headache forming right above my eyes. I recalled Tina riding me as she told me a story about sharing Jake the plumber with Ellie in their dorm room, and that I had just asked Tina if she had licked Ellie's pussy.
Ellie's voice from the doorway had been the shock that had caused my blackout. I wondered how long she had been mopping my forehead with a warm cloth. Then I wondered what her nipples looked like. A quick glance confirmed that, despite her Florence Nightingale moment, they were erect, straining braless against the stressed strips of fabric covering her generous cleavage. As she breathed, they swayed, as if begging to be licked.
"Should he go to the hospital to be checked out?" Tina asked, interrupting my reverie.
"I don't think so, I think he just passed out because with so much blood engorging his cock, there was not enough for his brain to deal with my arrival," replied Ellie, with all her pre-med confidence. "I think everything is working fine now."
She giggled, and I realized that she was staring at my erect cock, wobbling upright in the air.
"To answer your question, Daddy, I did lick Ellie's slit clean after Jake had fucked her - actually, after he had fucked both of us." Tina said. "He was out of gas, so while he finished fixing the sink, we played with each other. We were just too horny to be satisfied with what he had to offer."
"I thought you said he had a nice big fat cock," I replied.
Ellie giggled and said, "Is that what she said?"
I still didn't know how much of Tina's seduction scene she had watched, but apparently she had missed seeing her best friend sucking my precum off of a thumb, licking it like a lollipop, teasing me. However, Tina and I had gone a lot further, and I still wondered just when Ellie had started watching
"I actually compared it to your step dad's cock." Tina explained. "Don't you agree that they're a lot alike?"
As she spoke, Tina reached over and stroked my shaft, once only, slowly, dramatically, emphasizing her comment. She cupped my large mushroom head in her fist and squeezed gently. I assumed that from Ellie's position, she had a good view of the slit gaping open.
"Oh, look, its winking at us," Ellie giggled, confirming my thoughts.
Tina pumped my cock again, flexing her fist, pumping it.
"Not bad recovery for an old man," she slurred, the booze she had guzzled while waiting for Elle still affecting her.
"I thought you said I wasn't old," I stammered, my breathing affected my feeling Ellie leaning closer, wondering whether those were her erect nipples brushing my arm hairs ever so lightly.
"Of course you aren't old Daddy," Ellie interjected. "Tina likes them much older than you."
Since I had married Zola, Ellie's Mom, when Ellie was small, I was the only Dad Ellie had known.
Tina seemed to be enjoying teasing Ellie as much as she had me earlier. I noticed that Tina's slight movement to grasp me had drawn her nearer to Ellie. Their naked shoulders were almost touching I felt like I could almost see the heat radiating between them, linking Tina's naked, just fucked body with Ellie's scantily clad form -- which, if Tina had been correct about Ellie's afternoon plans, was also recently sated. Unless, I considered, she was home early because, slut or not, she had not succeeded in her quest for sex.
"Why are you home so early?" I asked, my brain not editing itself, since alas, too much blood was flooding towards my cock, which was surging to fullness in spite of its recent discharge into Tina's tight twat. "Tina said you were out for the afternoon."
"I decided to come home and see if Tina was here."
"The guy you were with turned out to be a dud you mean?" Tina asked as she tickled my balls with her baby finger, her fist clenching the bottom of my shaft, tilting the head right towards Ellie.
Ellie laughed, deep from her gut. "You know me so well, T. He came in my hand as soon as I got him out of his pants. I thought about going to a bar and trolling, but then I remembered that you had asked if you could sun by the pool. With Mommy going shopping, and the little brother at summer camp, which would leave you and Daddy alone. I know how much you love vamping him. Once I thought about that, I had to see just how far it might go with no one here to chaperone."
"Was it a coincidence that you left a pitcher of margaritas?" I asked.
"Tina doesn't need booze to want to fuck, but I figured it wouldn't hurt to loosen things up," Ellie blushed. "I gotta admit that I was more excited thinking about what might be happening here than I was by my date."
"Just how excited?" I pressed, noticing that Ellie's neck was flushed right down into her cleavage.
"More wet than damp," Ellie admitted, "and my tits were aching so much that I came as soon as my date touched them. I let him think that he was responsible for it."
"Was it me or Daddy that got you so hot?" Tina asked, her free hand gently touching Ellie's arm.
"Both... I remembered all the nights we talked about Daddy, how describing his cock for you got you ready for me to eat your pussy... about how we would pretend a dildo was his cock, and take turns."
"And now I've fucked Daddy for real," Tina taunted, poking her tongue out at Ellie.
"I know. I saw you." Ellie's voice stammered a bit, her boldness fading.
My cock was confused, it wanted to be kissed by Ellie, sucked by Ellie, to fuck my stepdaughter, whether my brain did or not. Cocks are not inhibited by a conscience. Ellie's ambivalence -- if that was what the stutter represented -- might have caused my organ to begin softening.
Tina prevented any shrinking of my manhood. She rose slightly, leaned across my body, and gave my slit one flick with the very tip of her tongue.
I smiled as I noticed that Ellie also rose, leaning over her friend's naked body so she had a clear view. This confirmed that she was at least still curious. It also gave me a fresh angle to see the dangle of her full tits in that halter, first of the valley between the mounds, and then of the side of her left breast, hanging in the fabric like a melon in a sling.
Ellie's tongue flitted quickly along her lower lip, unconsciously imitating Tina's action.
Still leaning across my body, Tina reached back, and rather than just touching Ellie's arm, caressed it, rubbing firmly from wrist to the inside of the elbow, and then describing slowly smaller circles right in the joint. I felt my lips pucker, and realized that I wished that I could be kissing and licking that flesh. I knew how it drove Zola nuts when I did that, and Tina's attention to that spot suggested 'like mother, like daughter'.
"Did watching make you all wet?" Tina asked teasingly. "Ellie likes watching, Daddy," she added, looking me in the eye. Well, she was once I pulled my gaze from Ellie's tit. Both girls giggled as I blushed, and Ellie's nipples brushed against my chest, only the fabric of her halter separating us.
As I wondered how much of Ellie's actions were intentional, and whether she really wanted to fuck me, or only tease me, Tina shifted again, gracefully pivoting closer to Ellie, and turned almost facing her.
"Why are you the only one wearing clothes, El?" Tina breathed. Now I knew I'd fell asleep watching porn again, and this was all a dream. Except it was my computer porn that Tina had discovered before seducing me. Maybe this was her porn star moment?
I realized that for a moment, everything was frozen, freeze framed. We were at a turning point. Until now, Tina had been the primary tease, Ellie mainly a spectator. If she stopped at this stage, we could all just laugh it off as Tina being drunk, Ellie walking in and getting confused, and me, well, I'm a man. Blame hormones.
"Maybe she doesn't want us to know how wet she is. After all she never answered that question," I said.
Tina was bolder than me. She was not conflicted about wanting to fuck my stepdaughter, nor about watching us fuck. She advanced the action by reaching over and undoing the knot behind Ellie's neck. The two triangular slings dropped, revealing Ellie's pendulous boobs to my hungry eyes for the first time. I had not seen her topless since she was a little girl.
"What do you think Daddy? Which of us has nicer tits?" Tina asked, dropping my cock so that she could cup both of Ellie's mounds in her palms and give them a quick heft before she rose higher and strained her chest towards me, presenting handfuls of her smaller, firmer athlete's flesh.
"I thought this... is about Ellie... about...whether... she is...wet," I stammered, dodging the question. My cock however stood firm, unaided by Tina's fist, so my interest remained obvious.
"Let's find out, shall we?" Tina replied.
Before Ellie could speak, or move to stop her, Tina ran her right hand down from Ellie's shoulder to her waist, stopping only briefly to fondle my stepdaughter's tit, this time giving the nipple a distinct tug, which made Ellie wince.
"No fair," I objected, "What you're doing to her now probably is making her wet even if she wasn't while she was watching us."
Tina chuckled, nodding agreement. At the same time, she grasped the knot in the sarong, which sat high on Ellie's right hip -- the fabric angled down towards the left, dipping low enough to suggest the absence of panties, and possibly even tan lines. The skirt fell away, puddling in Ellie's lap and across her legs, leaving some modesty, which my cock agreed was even more exciting than complete nudity. My balls were tight to my groin, my shaft full, and my slit was leaking precum.
Ellie noticed my reaction, perhaps because my hand moved automatically down to cup my balls, and I may have given my prick a good shake.
"Enjoying the show, Daddy?" she squeaked, in a tiny voice that reminded me of the timid six year old who had been the flower girl when I married her mother. This was no act, but she had not contradicted Tina's accusations of being a slut, and had openly talked about her disappointing date. Her shyness must be related to the taboo of nakedness in front of me, which made me feel better about my own ambivalence.
Tina spoke before I could answer. "One look at his cock and you know he likes this."
She slipped her hand under the loose folds of Ellie's sarong, not baring that honey pot entirely. The subtle finger motions suggested what she was doing, which somehow was sexier than if I had a clear view. I fisted my cock, noticing that Ellie's eyes were glued to my activity. I was amazed that she was able to pretend to ignore what was happening in her lap.
Finally, Ellie's jaw relaxed, her lower lip dropped a millimetre, and her breathing became panting. Only then did she turn her face to look deeply into her best friend's eyes.
"Yes, watching you fuck Daddy made me wet," she admitted. "But not as wet as what you are doing now."
"I know, I can feel it now, silly," Tina laughed. "What part of me seducing Daddy did you like best?"
"Well, I didn't see the beginning, and that was probably the best part. I would have loved to see the look on his face then."
"I found her naked in here, and quickly saw she'd been cruising porn on my computer," I croaked.
"His jaw dropped open, and his eyes popped out like in a cartoon," Tina added. Her hand was busy rubbing Ellie. The fabric still masked the details, but Tina's elbow was moving back and forth, suggesting that she had wasted no time teasing Ellie's labia apart, and had already begun fingerfucking that young twat. I found myself wondering whether it was natural, shaved, or nicely trimmed, perhaps in a heart design... my mind wandered.
"I think Daddy likes this almost as much as I do," Ellie moaned. "Look how his cock is standing straight up. I didn't know old guys could get that stiff."
Tina turned just her head, not pausing in her play with Ellie. Her eyes travelled along my body from my erection up to meet my eyes, and then her lips spread into a huge grin.
"Ellie hasn't fucked nearly as many old guys as I have, Mr. B...oops, I mean Daddy. She really is a slut, I wasn't lying about that, but her type is mainly muscular jocks, and she has a weak spot for guys with tans -- a lot of them are gardeners, yard guys, pool boys, that sort. I guess that's why Jake, being another hunky working man, got her going."
"Don't forget nerdy boys, though, T. I love seducing virgins."
Tina chuckled and nodded. "That's right, Mr. B. No library is a safe place when your step daughter is around. Horn rim glasses won't hide a man with steel from her. Of course, one look at Ellie, and they turn to steel."
"Nice and hard," Ellie moaned, each word drawn out into two or three syllables as Tina's fingers worked magic in Ellie's lap.
My brain pulsed, generating incongruent images of Ellie spritely flouncing between tables in one of her blue micro bikinis -- the ones that had made me avert my eyes all summer, denying my obsession by not looking - her bouncing bountiful boobs acting like magnets to pull eyes up from heavy tomes, and cause tongues to flop out of mouths. I quickly realized that the halter and sarong she wore today, which were more reasonable spring school wear, would do the job just fine.
"Short shorts," I blurted, not meaning to talk out loud, thinking of other legitimate student clothing that would drive the boys wild.
"Is that what you like, Mr. T? Cut off white jean shorts, with cuffs just below the ass, to show you wear to look? Or would you prefer them even smaller, with a bit of butt flashing, making you wonder if Ellie is wearing a thong or going commando? Do you picture them crisp and clean, or sweaty, frayed near the crotch, maybe wet from washing the car?"
"Is that why you girls are always offering to wash my car?"
"We were starting to wonder if you would ever notice," Ellie answered.
"So I finally decided that I had to take direct action," Tina added.
No one spoke for a moment as Tina shifted her position slightly. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Ellie was enjoying the slight jiggle of Tina's modest bosom as much as I was. Settling so she was turned more towards me, Tina continued finger fucking her best friend, my stepdaughter, and if anything, was plunging harder and deeper into that young vault. The new angle allowed her to reach up with her right hand and resume fondling my cock.
"So am I," I gasped, barely able to speak as Tina's hand pumped my shaft, urging me closer to another explosion.
"Oh, T, don't waste Daddy's load." Ellie sighed, her voice dropping another octave as her chest flushed red. I had never seen her orgasm, but this was how her Mom looked just prior to climax.
"Do you want to swallow this load? Or have it in one of our cunts? If you want to taste him, I have a load in my pussy you can eat."
Ellie did not answer right away. Her head had drooped over, hair brushing my shoulder, her eyes shut, her jaw slack. I thought I saw a little strand of drool forming. Tina's arm had slowed, easing Ellie that last bit to the edge.
With a sigh, Ellie plunged over the edge, her hips suddenly rising up, the sarong slipping away. Her head rose off the sofa, and she threw her hair back as she thrashed about. I could now see Tina's hand pumping deep inside Ellie, four stiff cocklike fingers moving in a blur, and thumb waggling against Ellie's clit.
"Oh, yes, Ohmigawd, Dadddddddddy....." Ellie screamed. I was glad Zola wasn't home, and wondered quickly whether Ellie's climax was loud enough that her Mom would hear it at the mall, or wherever she was.
The waves subsided and Ellie slumped against the couch, her head so close that I felt her breath bathing my ear. "Tina makes me come so good, Daddy. I screamed your name because I wished that you could feel how great it was."
I lifted my head just enough to turn and give her forehead a gentle stepfather kiss, trying not to deal with how similar Ellie's shaking orgasm was to when Zola played with our toys. Trying to ignore those thoughts just made me move on to reflecting that fingers or dildoes always made Zola want a good hard fucking, usually followed by a cleaning from my tongue. Was this also like mother like daughter?
A sweet musky odour wafted to my nostrils as Tina moved her hand up out of Ellie's crotch, and began caressing those pendulous breasts. This smell was also familiar, though likely more because mother and daughter ate similar diets and shared soap than genetics.
I shook my head slightly, seeking denial. My efforts were wasted, as Ellie tilted her face and planted her lips squarely on mine, her tongue forcing my mouth wider, slipping past my teeth, and thrusting into my cheek before darting out as she spoke.
"Silly Daddy, that's the proper way to kiss a girl."
Just the sort of thing her mother might say.
"Good thing you didn't come when Ellie did, Mr. B." Tina said, jolting me back to reality.
What was I doing kissing my stepdaughter? Though technically, it was Ellie who had kissed me.
I did not have long to be contemplative, because Tina followed her comment up by quickly returning her attentions to my stiff flagpole. More precum had seeped from the tip while we were focussed on Ellie's pleasure. The scents mingled in the air into a heady brew.
"Isn't that a beautiful cock, El? Wouldn't you love to lick that sheen right off of it?"
Half my brain wanted to scream "No". It was wrestling with the half ruled by my cock, which was saying "She's already watched you fuck her best friend, she wants to fuck you. What the hell? Why not?"
Because her mother would kill me, that's why not. Zola might forgive me being seduced by Tina -- after all, I hadn't gone looking for it, and a naked teen is hard to resist. A follow up fuck of my wife's daughter, with lots of chances to say no, was a whole different story. I was supposed to be mentoring her, not fucking her, even if she was a slut. Even if, as Tina had hinted, Zola might be a slut too.
"It is so beautiful," I heard Ellie answer dreamily, "fatter than most of the guys I've fucked. In fact, it looks just about perfect. The few that I've tried that looked bigger hurt too much."
She paused, giggled, her post orgasmic state replaced, I guessed, by a fresh surge of horniness. "And, anything bigger would definitely not fit up my ass."
Up her ass? My stepdaughter did anal?
Tina apparently saw my confusion. As she shifted along the floor and positioned herself where she could start licking my balls she said, "Oh, Mr. B. -- Daddy - did I leave out the part where Ellie isn't just your ordinary slut, she's an anal slut?"
"Well, T, if you want to be fully accurate, I'm pretty much a double penetration slut. If I can't find two hard cocks, toys will do, or of course, fingers...or feet. I love a good toe job."
I was still speechless from what I has seen and heard already, and Tina was too busy for the moment to respond immediately. She was running the flat edge of her tongue up the underside of my shaft. She stopped short of the head, which was now slimy from precum, and ran her mouth down my length after rimming the bottom edge of my helmet.
Only then did Tina look up, a wide grin on her shiny teen lips. She met my eyes, and her mouth spread even wider, her tongue flicking across her teeth and moistening her lips. She looked ravenously hungry. My abdominal muscles tensed defensively, some primal caveman instinct worrying that she might decide to chomp down and eat my cock as a snack, and not in a pleasant way.
After holding my gaze for a few heartbeats, or forever, it was hard to tell, Tina shifted just her eyes. I knew that she was now staring at Ellie, but I could not tell how Ellie was responding, or whether she was passively relaxing post orgasm, or playing with herself. Her bountiful tits were a younger firmer version of her mother's, a great contrast with Tina's tighter smaller bumps. I found myself no longer wondering which sort I preferred, but just glad that God had provided such variety for my personal enjoyment.
Since no one else had spoken, Ellie filled the silence. "If you aren't careful, T, that thing might go off."
Both girls giggled, I shifted my head carefully, not wanting to be obvious, but allowing myself to check that Ellie's nipples were still erect, like two large pebbles trying to drag the weight of her chest down, fighting her youthful athletic muscularity.
"I'm counting on the fact that he came hard inside me to slow him down this time, El," Tina said, her fingers still drumming against my inner thighs and teasing my balls.
"He looks just about ready..." Ellie paused. We waited. She continued,"...and it would be such a shame to waste it."
Tina laughed again, and replied. "What shall we do with it then, El?"
I thought I saw my stepdaughter gulp, but maybe I was just projecting my own conflicted feelings of lust and guilt onto her. Was the bragging a cover for fear, or was she as bold as Tina claimed? We had reached a turning point. If she touched me, or said she wanted to, she was committing to crossing a line. Then, it would be up to me to stop her. Or not.
I want to take it up my pussy, while I eat what's left of his last load out of you before it dries," Ellie suggested. She had made her move.
"Don't you want to taste it first?" I asked before I had a chance to think. So much for the taboo.
"Yeah, El, go for it," Tina added. She emphasized her encouragement by pumping me again with her fist, baby finger trailing toyingly across my sac. Only her tight grip prevented my exploding right then.
Ellie had not moved from her crouching position on the floor by where my head lay on the love seat. I watched her tits rise and fall with her breathing, her nipples swaying. I wondered whether she would move Tina out of the way and lick me from that side, or whether she might want 69, or just drag those delicious looking points down my flesh, but not offer me a taste of her sweetness.
"Are you chicken suddenly?" Tina asked, her tone not teasing now. "Being a slut with strangers, classmates, dates, is fine, but sucking your stepfather's cock is just good as a fantasy?"
"It's fine if you want to stop," I agreed.
"She talks about this all of the time," Tina told me. Then she turned to look Ellie in the eye. "Sometimes, hot fantasies are only hot when it is just imagination."
Tina turned her head to look back at me. "Ellie and I get off together sharing her fantasies a lot -- when we can't find a guy, or two, or sometimes while they recover. A lot of Ellie's fantasies feature you."
Both girls giggled. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ellie's shoulders relax again. Tina reached over again, taking Ellie's hand, and placed it on my shoulder. I felt warmth spread through my body, pulsing into my groin. The forbidden fruit that was about to be plucked really did add to the excitement. I heard the little devil voice in my brain stem wondering if the thrill might wear off. Only one way to find out, it argued.
Tina had released my cock, and a first chunk of goo nudged tentatively out of the tip, surging enough to coat the head, but then subsiding. The hand which Tina had been using to stroke me now guided Ellie's fingers along my chest, drawing my stepdaughter closer to me, so that she had to rise up, her face above me as I lay there, her hair brushing against my cheeks. Her mouth was close enough that I felt her breath bathing my nipple.
As Ellie's tits dangled by my side, I watched Tina lean over and suckle Ellie's right nipple, after first cupping the pendulous flesh in her free hand. Tina's tongue flicked quickly across the bud, sending a shiver through Ellie, causing her other nipple to rub fleetingly against my chest hair.
"If you aren't careful, I'm going to explode before you two are ready," I managed to croak out as Tina drew Ellie's nipple firmly into her mouth. Ellie sighed, obviously enjoying a familiar sensation, and again, tension flowed out of her body.
Tina's hand moved around from Ellie's breast, stroking her back, and then flowed down to caress that fine young ass, though I could barely see this with Ellie shielding all but Tina's head and shoulder from me, and was largely inferring from how the two youngsters moved. What I really saw was Tina's shoulder shifting and Ellie's body swaying.
"Wouldn't want to w...waste it," Ellie gasped.
"You're being very naughty, Ellie," I said, without thinking.
"Yes, I am," she giggled, "and what happens to naughty girls, Tina?"
"They get punished," her best friend replied, pulling her head back from Ellie's tit.
"Ellie loves being punished, Daddy." She continued. "Don't you, slut?"
Ellie nodded, which caused her left nipple to rub against my flesh. At the same moment, Tina tweaked Ellie's right nipple, giving it a hard twist, causing my stepdaughter to yelp. This caused her to move further along, so that I now felt her breath washing my navel.
"What sort of punishment should this naughty girl receive?" Tina asked.
"May I have a spanking, please, mistress?" Ellie responded quickly. This sounded like a well practiced role play. Another passion in common with her mother, perhaps?
I glanced at Tina. She saw me looking, and smirked at me. "What do you think, Daddy, does this naughty girl deserve a spanking?"
"She looks so cute, so innocent... don't mark her, that would spoil the fun," I improvised, hoping I was close to the script.
Ellie's body was vibrating with a mix of fear and excitement. Her eyes seemed locked on my cock. It waggled, and this made her giggle, and relax a bit. "It's saying hello," she observed.
"You should shake hands," I encouraged. Ellie started reaching forward, tentatively, but stopped, and shook her head, just a tiny bit, more hesitation than refusal.
"Touch it, slut," Tina commanded. As she spoke, she slapped Ellie's ass, just once, firmly.
"Ouch," Ellie complained, but then she giggled, her tongue flitting across her teeth and over her lips, a sure sign that she was having fun.
"Oh, you like this?" Tina said, striking the other cheek.
This blow jolted Ellie forward. I could now feel her breath on my dripping cock head. The hand she stuck out to steady herself fell on my thigh, almost tickling the edge of my abundant nest of pubic hair.
"I said, touch it, slut," Tina repeated, spanking Ellie again.
My stepdaughter's big tits wobbled from the blow, her nipples caressing my belly. She still seemed reluctant to follow her best friend's commands, but her hand began gently rubbing my leg, and gradually tickling my pubes. I was just able to glance back far enough to see that Tina had risen up off of her haunches, one hand still resting on Ellie's hip. Tina's eyes were glued to my tip, her nipples jutting out so far from her modest boobs that they looked painful. Her jaw was slack. She may have been drooling. Her excitement was a bit surprising, since she and I had just fucked. I knew it had to be caused by the thrill of the taboo of my stepdaughter touching me, perhaps even sucking and fucking me.
"It's winking at me," Ellie giggled, still nervous.
"It wants you to touch it," Tina said. "And you know that you want to -- any good slut would."
The giggling meant that Ellie's warm breath continued to bathe my erection, threatening to make me explode in anticipation. Her hair stroked softly along my skin. Her nipples tantalizingly brushed my flesh.
My hand moved, just a millimetre or so, without my thinking about it. The hairs on the top of that hand were warmed by the heat radiating off of Ellie's naked flesh.
"You do know you want to," I whispered. Ellie and Tina would assume I spoke to Ellie, but I knew that I was speaking as much to my conscience.
"N...n...no," Ellie stammered, shaking her head, "it's just not right. I'm sorry, T. I'm sorry, Daddy, for leading you on, but fantasy is one thing. Reality is another."
She pulled back, away from the couch, settling on her haunches next to Tina. I rolled onto my side. My cock remained stiff, jutting out at right angles, undeterred by Ellie's decision.
I thought Tina might punish Ellie, but instead, she shifted so that their hips touched and began gently massaging Ellie's back and stroking her hair, calming her.
"It's okay, sweetie, you don't need to do anything you don't want to," I said, "We can stop now if you want to."
"Daddy's right," Tina agreed. "You don't need to touch that fat juicy cock, or suck it past your hungry lips, across your pearly teeth. You don't need to feel it in your cheek, slipping deep, until it fills your throat, making you gag for air, but too ravenous to worry about breathing. You don't need to feel it throbbing inside your slutty teen pussy. You can keep on just fanaticizing about how wonderful it feels when, just before he comes, the head spreads even wider and the shaft pulsates. You can keep being jealous of your mother."
Tina paused, her hands kneading Ellie's shoulders. I lay on my side, close enough that as Tina's arms travelled down Ellie's body, my stepdaughter's hair tickled my nose.
"Of course," Tina continued, as she slipped her hands under Ellie's arms, each cupping a heavy tit, searching for and tugging on already elongated nipples, "now you do have to be jealous of me too, because I've experienced all of these things. I know that not only is your stepfather a great fuck, he's a great lover. I know what you'll be missing if you don't do any of these things."
"I...I...do....do want to know...I think," Ellie stammered, and then she sighed, long and softly, leaning her head back against Tina's shoulder.
There are few sights more appealing than a swanlike neck elongated. Ellie's perky young full boobs bobbing upwards, displaying the 'deer in the headlights' erect nipples framed by Tina's nails came close. I was gripping my cock without consciously remembering moving my hand.
"Your mother knows how great fucking me is. She loves the feel of my cock in her mouth. Sometimes she accuses me of marrying her because of the great head she used to give me in the car when I took her on dates when you were just a toddler." I chuckled, gave my shaft a quick heft. "Every time she does that, we end up having great sex. The only time it's better is when we role play that it is you I'm fucking, that she's taught you how to suck a cock just as well as she does. She plays you, tells me about learning to swallow a banana without breaking it...."
"Daddy....." Ellie exclaimed, shocked.
At the same moment Tina, who had been licking Ellie's neck, looked me in the eye, chuckling. "Mr. B, I knew you were kinky, but that's extreme..."
Ellie giggled, turning her head to beg a kiss from Tina. The girls locked lips, tongues twisting past teeth, exploring, as Tina continued kneading my stepdaughter's tits, until one of Tina's hands strayed along down Ellie's belly.
They came up for air. Tina's fingers were busy, fondling a nipple, and burrowing into Ellie's lap. I could not quite see exactly what she was doing, but my cock insisted that Tina was teasing Ellie's clit. My cock liked that idea, and strained even more rigidly upward, almost ready to explode.
"I bet what Daddy did to the babysitters on the way home was even more extreme," Ellie said.
"Only the few who were over eighteen," I replied.
"Did Mommy know what you did with them?" Ellie asked. She giggled before I could respond, licked Tina's nose, and said to Tina, "I bet he got Mommy all hot telling her what he did with those girls."
"I wonder just what he did to them." Tina replied.
She nibbled Ellie's earlobe, fingers still working away, now making squishy sounds erupt from my stepdaughter's lap. I felt like I was about to erupt, and found myself regretting the turn the conversation had taken. My aching cock wanted attention. It might have preferred the novelty of Ellie's lips, but would have settled for her fingers, or any part of Tina. Instead, they were diverted by the story, and playing amongst themselves.
"I did whatever the babysitter wanted," I said, testing their responses. I was pleased that they paused and both turned to look at me. "Even the virgins."
"How did you know what the virgins wanted?" Tina asked.
"They were the toughest to know about. A couple, I knew they were virgins; I eased into things over several drives. I would start just by chatting with them."
I gently massaged my balls as I recalled the tender treats, but then I remembered that those sitters had been about the same age as my audience. This was a seduction, not masturbation.
"I bet it wasn't too hard to get them talking..." Ellie prompted.
"...about sex," Tina added.
"I think any eighteen year old virgin thinks about sex almost constantly," I agreed.
"I know I do, and I'm certainly no virgin," Ellie giggled.
"I bet you fucked a lot of dads when you babysat," Tina teased.
"Most of them just wanted to play with my titties, a few wanted a blow job. I think I only actually fucked one. But the fun was a big part of the reason I kept on babysitting after I turned eighteen."
"Dads love big boobs on a girl your age," I pointed out.
I squeezed the root of my shaft tightly, restraining my urgency.
"No fair that big titted girls get so much more fun," Tina pouted with mock drama.
"But I think your tits are so much sexier -- don't you agree Daddy?" Ellie said.
I wasn't going to get trapped there.
"I think both of you have perfect racks for your respective bodies," I replied.
"Did most of the sitters you sexed up have big or little titties?" Tina persisted, perhaps because of her insecurity about her chest size.
"Does it matter?" Ellie said, "Daddy clearly loved fucking you, and I bet he played with your nipples too. I know that I love that part."
To emphasize her comment, Ellie took the aggressive role, a side of her which Tina had described, but which I had not yet seen, at least not sexually. Ellie shifted just enough to comfortably draw her best friend's excited right nipple into her lips. I could see the tiny jaw movement as teeth clamped over flesh, and then Ellie drew her head back, very slowly, in gentle tiny increments.
Tina moaned, throwing her head back, running her fingers through my stepdaughter's hair, keeping Ellie tight to her breast. I noticed that Ellie had stretched her shapely young legs out along the floor, beside where I lay on the love seat. I did not have time to consider the implications before I realized that my hand was reaching down towards that forbidden flesh. I stroked firmly, but only once down from the knee to the ankle, and then I waited to see whether she would object.
Instead, she purred kittenishly, and then lifted her lips from Tina's nipple just long enough to say to Tina, "Mmmm. You love it too."
As Ellie kissed Tina's left nipple, she slid her hand up inside Tina's thigh. I had a clearer view with them in these positions, and rather than guessing, like I had when Tina had finger fucked Ellie, I watched Ellie's thumb expertly twirling Tina's clit as she introduced her fingers one by one into her friend's gash. Once all four fingers were in place, she stiffened her knuckles and began hard cock like thrusting, the tempo picking up with each movement.
I realized that my hand had copied Ellie's action, sliding up my stepdaughter's upper leg, though along the outer edge. She shifted her feet, rotating her hips, wordlessly allowing me access to her most private parts.
"I love you Tina," Ellie moaned, coming up for air as my thumb slipped along swollen labia, ducking through the trough of her pudenda, but popping up to tweak the base of her clit.
My stepdaughter and I had definitely passed the point of no return.
"Love you too, El," Tina panted. She then looked up towards me and said, "Tell me more about the babysitter action, Daddy, help me come."
"Me too, Daddy, make me cum...with your fingers and your words, tell us how you figured out what those virgins wanted and gave it to them," Ellie giggled just before she started licking down Tina's dewy belly.
"Like I said, I took my time. The two of you guessed right, most of them drew the conversations around to sex pretty quickly."
I chuckled, recalling those days fondly, and dug my hand deeper inside my stepdaughter's pussy, my fingers now imitating Ellie's actions, fucking her as she fucked Tina.
"I remember there was one night, not long after I started dating Zola, who had blown me, and then I had eaten her pussy. Both smells must have been lingering in the car, because the babysitter started sniffing, and then asked what the funny odour was."
Both Ellie and Tina were spellbound by my story. Tina's jaw hung slack, her relaxation total as Ellie's furious fucking had slowed to a crawl. I realized that I was continuing to match my stepdaughter's pace, which made her moan with excitement, her juices coating my hand.
"Am I holding you right on the edge of orgasm, T?" Ellie panted as I paused, "because that's exactly what I'm trying to do. Daddy is matching me, so I'm just on the brink myself. I wish this could last forever. Well, maybe not forever. I do love the bursting feeling when a well built climax explodes inside of me. I'm glad I decided to go with the flow and let Daddy do this to me."
She slid up Tina's body and kissed her friend, tongues locking. When she came up for air, she teased each nipple with a swift smooch, but then buried her tongue deep in Tina's navel. I continued my tales of adventures in babysitting as I watched that Ellie kissing lower down Tina's body.
"So, I told the girl -- let's call her Alice - that it was the smell of sex. I said I was surprised that she had never smelt it before. I told her that a pretty girl like her must have had plenty of boyfriends."
Both teen girl heads were bobbing up and down -- Ellir's in Tina's lap, Tina simply with passion -- so I was left to interpret their groaning as asking 'did you fuck her right then?'
"A lot of guys might have asked Alice to fuck, been shot down, because she was a virgin. Instead, I listened to her denial of dating -- not shocking, she was a nice church school girl still babysitting at eighteen. I told her that I hoped that she wasn't upset by the smell, by knowing that Zola and I played together in the car. A lot of the babysitters got skittish then, those I never went further with. Alice was one of the ones who said that lots of their friends did 'it' in cars, because like Zola and I, they had no where else private to play, and grownups have urges."
I paused, savouring the sensation of Ellie's pussy muscles clamping around my fingers with each stroke, trying to keep them inside of her, while wanting at the same time to let the pistoning continue. Ellie's head was now twisting from side to side, hair flying wildly as she pleasured Tina. The combination of scents was not unlike the mix of orgasmic odours in that car with Alice, which reminded me that Ellie must taste my left over seed spilt into Tina earlier. She must know this as well, yet she kept on lapping it up, without hesitation.
"Luckily, I took Zola out again the next night," I recalled, "and she got Alice to baby sit you, Ellie. Zola was as horny as ever. She played with my cock under the table at dinner, then at the movie, we sat in the back and she took my cock out, jerked me, and then swallowed my goo into her mouth as I came. So the car only smelled of her orgasm that night. Alice noticed right away. She asked if we had not had sex that night. I corrected her, pointing out that technically, oral sex is not having sex the way the term is commonly used. She pouted a bit. A block later though, she said that she was just noticing that the car smelled different -- still not like her parent's car, but not as sweet as the night before. That's when I told her that the muskiness was a pure female scent, unmasked, absent the sweet smell of my semen. I explained why after she asked."
"What happened next, Mr. B?" Tina groaned, as Ellie switched, by the looks of her head movements, to a vertical licking of Tina's pussy.
I paused for a moment to admire my stepdaughter's healthy but firm young ass bobbing up and down as she ate her friend, all just inches away from me. Tina's hips were bouncing up to meet Ellie's face, and Tina was pulling on her own nipples, hard, obviously enjoying the pain with the pleasure.
Then I resumed my story, closing my eyes as I spoke. "Alice said 'Good, I was afraid maybe you and Zola were stopping having sex. I know with my friends that usually means that they stop dating soon after. I would hate not seeing you again.' I knew then that I had her."
"Did you have her right then?" Tina panted. I opened my eyes, saw that she had one hand still caressing her own boobs, but the other now was shoving Ellie's head deeper into her cunt.
"No. As I said, I took my time with these tender flowers. With Alice, that second night, I just drove a less direct route to her home, to see if she would be spooked."
Tina's forceful encouragement of Ellie's oral efforts made my stepdaughter's ass bob more vigourously. Before I thought of what I was doing, I realized that my hand, as if with a mind of its own, was reaching towards that forbidden flesh. Before I touched her tush, though, gravity had its way with me, tumbling my whole body off of the couch. Luckily, I landed softly, the roll and drop to the carpet not long enough to gather velocity.
I decided to pretend that I had intended the move, and said, "There. Now I can see better,"
"More story please, Daddy," Tina urged, though I was amazed that she could speak between groans. "Alice said nothing about my driving slowly through People's Park, which would never have been the quick way to her house, even at the speed limit. Nothing more happened that second night and it was a couple of weeks before she babysat again. That third night, when her parents dropped her off, I noticed right away that her little chest was elevated more than usual, and deduced she had acquired a push up bra. She also was wearing a very sheer white top that showed off the bra, and stopped short of her belly button. Her abs were totally flat, toned like only a teen can be. While Zola was saying good night to you, Ellie, Alice made a point of bending down to get something out of her packsack. First, this displayed her heart shaped ass in her tight shorts. There was no panty line, but the top string of her thong peeked at me as Alice bent down deeper, digging in her sack..."
"I bet you wanted to fuck her right there," Tina said.
"It certainly made my cock hard, but remember, this was the front foyer of Zola's house, and I was going out with Zola. Though through most of the evening, I was distracted by thoughts of how Alice might taste. That did change a bit on the way back to Zola's, when Zola commented on how hard I had been all through the date. She apologized, said she had been afraid to touch my cock, in case I exploded in my pants. Then, for the first time since we started dating, she suggested that instead of sex play in the car, or somewhere else awkward, I go back to her house after I drove Alice home, and we could finally have proper sex in her bedroom."
"Soooo....c...cl...close," Tina groaned, so loudly that I was glad for the soundproofing of my den, so the neighbours would not hear.
She trashing wildly, and I surmised that an orgasm was imminent, so I paused briefly to allow the audience to regroup. From where I knelt close behind Ellie, I could see clearly how she was expertly eating her best friend. That teenage tongue was alternating between long smooth strokes up either side of Tina's gash, spaced by loving attention to her clit. Ellie would first bobble the nub with just the tip of her tongue, all the while toying with Tina's pussy with the tips of her fingers. As Ellie slurped the flesh between her lips, drawing it between her teeth, those fingers thrust deeper. My stepdaughter then began bobbing her head; sucking Tina like that clit was a tiny cock. This was accompanied by four full hard fingers fucking deep into the sodden pussy which was thrusting back up off of the floor to meet Ellie's mouth and hand.
"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwww," Tina roared, throwing her elbows back against the carpet, her whole body arching upwards, and slamming back to the floor. This continued not once, not twice, but at least a half dozen times, as Ellie grasped Tina's hips, mouth clamped tight over clit, jaw working frantically.
At last, the climax subsided, the movements slowed, though Tina was still visibly vibrating, her hips still rising in response to Ellie's ongoing attentions, but slowing. Tina's thrashing hair calmed as well, and her screams settled into a smile.
"My ass is sore, Daddy," Tina said through her grin. "Ellie's been a bad little slut, letting my butt pound the floor like that. I think that you need to slap her ass so that she knows what it feels like."
I responded swiftly, not allowing Ellie a chance to protest. I start with a mild swipe across her round right cheek, and immediately added a matching strike on the left. I admired how her flesh jiggled, but noticed that in spite of her full figure, her ass felt firm to the touch. I longed to caress that lovely butt, but knew that complying with Tina's commands would lead to a fun game too.
"More, please, Daddy." It was Ellie begging, lifting her mouth off of Tina's clit finally, and starting to plant soft kisses on her friend's inner thighs. "I've been a really bad slut."
"How bad?" I asked. "Two more spanks per side? Three? Four?"
I counted as I spoke, watching her flesh turn pink, and then red. Her hips were rocking now, thrusting back to meet my blows, seemingly eager for more.
"No more," Ellie finally begged. I noticed that as she humped back towards my hand, her knees had spread wider, exposing her wet labia, and I could swear that her anus was winking at me.
I looked down at Tina, who was propped up on her elbows, perky nipples still excited. She nodded.
"I think that's enough punishment, Daddy. Tell us more about Alice, please."
Ellie twisted slightly, so that I could see how thoroughly her chin was coated with Tina's juices -- a droplet even hung from her nose. Her lips were shiny, spread wide in an enthusiastic grin.
"Yes, please, Daddy, I love this story," Ellie agreed, before resuming kissing Tina's skin, now planting a smooch inside each knee, and working down those athlete's calves.
I smiled back, nodded at Tina. I rested a hand on Ellie's hip, softly kneading her flesh as I spoke.
"You might understand that I was torn. I wanted to get back to Zola's and fuck in her bed -- this would be an important step in our relationship. But Alice bounced out of the doorway, so eager looking, grinning like you girls are right now, That tiny shirt road higher with each step, and those young tits seemed to be trying to bounce free, despite the bra -- begging me to lick them. When she climbed into the passenger seat, my eyes were as conflicted as my heart and my cock -- wanting to look down her cleavage, but also drawn to admiring the camel toe effect of her tight shorts, where her thin legs were almost but not quite closed together."
Ellie's tongue curled out of her mouth, carving perfect circles around the bony inside of Tina's right ankle. Tina's fingers had travelled down her tummy as I spoke, and she was casually caressing her own pussy.
I paused again, slowly rubbing Ellie's rear, until I realized that I was wishing that her tongue was rimming the ridge of my cockhead, rather than teasing Tina. I locked eyes with Tina, who was smirking at me, and decided that perhaps I was the one being teased.
"So what happened next, Daddy?" Tina prompted, jolting me out of my daze.
"Alice commented on the odour, or lack, more accurately. She joked that the vehicle was back to a 'new car smell'. I decided to drive even more slowly to Alice's home, and detoured deep through a park that was no where near on the way. The whole time I was driving away from her house, Alice stared out the front window, chattering happily about how much fun she had playing with you, Ellie. About the time I turned into the park, I noticed that Alice was rubbing her legs tightly together, and the car was starting to be filled with her scent."
Ellie had flattened her tongue and ran it along the inside of Tina's right foot. I could only think how much it looked like she would be expert at bathing the underside of a shaft. She then swirled the tip around the base of Tina's big toe, causing the foot to slay, and slurped that fat stub into her cheek, commencing to suck fiercely.
My cock bobbed up to a right angle, still wanting to explode. It twitched so close to my stepdaughter's ass that if Ellie shifted back a millimetre, I would be poking her flesh. An inch back, and an inch to the right, and I might be fucking her ass. A few hours ago, I was oblivious to her sexuality. Now, I was wondering whether she would rather that I heft her up and just enter her pussy, or if she would get more of a thrill from the double taboo of being fucked by me up the dirt road.
Tina moaned in response to Ellie's sucking, and I saw that she was frantically thumbing her clit with one hand while tweaking her nipple with the other, her hips gyrating as yet another orgasm seemed near. I silently thanked Tina's horniness for opening this chapter of my life, though I still found myself to be uncertain whether I dared actually carry this through to the conclusion and fuck Ellie. Sex play crossed one taboo line. Fucking the stepdaughter would change the family dynamic forever.
I tried to distract myself by closing my eyes and recalling more about Alice.
"At first, I did not react overtly to Alice's actions, but the combination of the sight and the smell was driving me nuts."
Sort of like Ellie and Tina, I paused to reflect, but then I continued, as Ellie was rolling each of Tina's toes individually on her tongue, and both girls were too enraptured to speak.
"It was Alice who broke the silence, as I drove silently along the ridge just above that little hidden parking area designed for access to the River Walk - where lovers park at night to make out. Alice was a virgin, but she had friends who had told her about the spot, apparently, because she asked me why I'd driven past the turn off. After all, she reasoned, now that the car smelled like sex, someone should have the sex to go with the smell."
"Sounds to me like Alice was doing just fine in the having the sex department," Tina suggested.
"But she wanted more. All that remained was finding out how much more. So I told her that parking where her chums hang out was not such a great idea. Zola and I had found much more private spots. Since we were past the seduction stage, I moved one hand onto Alice's knee."
"Did she slide it up her inner thigh?" Tina asked between pants for air, her hips again bouncing upwards.
"We both just left it there while I drove. The silence was deafening, though Alice was breathing almost like you are now. As we turned out of the park, Alice finally moved again. She asked me if I wanted to see her tits. Before I could answer, she took her top off, leaving me torn between watching the road and peeking down her bra."
"Were you kneading Alice's leg like you're fondling Ellie?" Tina asked.
I paused, looked down, and discovered that without realizing it, I had been stroking my stepdaughter's rear, hands travelling in firm circular motions. Ellie had responded by shifting her knees further apart, opening her loins wide. My right thumb was grazing her labia as my left index finger slipped along the crevice above her anus.
Ellie gave no verbal response -- she was preoccupied with licking back up inside Tina's thighs. However, her pussy lips, already drenched, puffed larger as a fresh flood of juices coated her skin and lubricated my fingers.
"Noooo....mooo....rrrrrre," Tina screamed, riding another wave of climax.
My hands shifted, virtually reversing positions, my right thumb pressing the rosetta of her ass open, the fingers of my left hand caressing Ellie's cunt, sliding along her gash. The wetness allowed them to slip inside with ease. Ellie was licking Tina's clit, drinking the fresh flow. Her hips thrust backwards, welcoming my invasion.
Tina again spoke as her breathing slowed. "I guess you were fondling Alice. But didn't you say that you fucked her too? Get to that part of the story."
I was sure she winked at me -- telling me that she was really talking about me fucking Ellie, her interest in Alice now just a mask.
"It didn't happen quickly, remember. I stayed off the busy streets. A few blocks after we left the park, she reached behind her and unclasped the bra. She shrugged her shoulders and it fell forward. I let the car coast to a stop right there on some side street, because my eyes were glued to her perfect nipples, so pink against the white of her flesh, so I knew it wasn't safe to keep driving. I thought I was going to explode right in my pants when Alice popped the button that held her shorts closed."
"She still hadn't touched you?" Tina giggled. "Was she as reluctant a slut as Ellie?"
Ellie lifted her face from Tina's groin, frowned and playfully slapped her chum.
I thought I heard Tina mutter "bitch", but wasn't sure. It did not matter, since Tina levered herself up to a squatting position, lifted Ellie by the shoulders, and gave my stepdaughter a long lingering smooch, tongues twisting. When they broke for air, Tina began licking her own drying offerings off of Ellie's face. They obviously were not angry with each other.
Tina's shifting of Ellie pushed my stepdaughter's ass and pussy down onto my fingers. My hands immediately shifted without conscious command. My right hand caressed the tanned curve of Ellie's buttock, while my left hand splayed beneath her, baby finger stretching to tease just the bottom of her slit while the thumb toyed with her hungry asshole.
Ellie leaned back, her head on my shoulder, allowing me a swift sniff of her hair before she turned and kissed me, the first time that we had swapped spit in that very adult way, offering me a taste of Tina.
As Tina began licking Ellie's nipples, my stepdaughter sighed, stopped kissing me and asked, "Yeah, Daddy, was Alice a reluctant slut like me?"
"Whole different situation," I explained, as both girls giggled at the silliness of the context of Ellie's last comment. "Remember that I had touched Alice first, but we had built up to that moment for weeks. If either of us was hesitant, it was still me, because I was going back to Zola's, and she would notice that I smelled of Alice."
"What did Alice smell like, Daddy?" Ellie asked, just assuming that if I recalled the seduction, I retained the scent memory.
"She smelt like sunshine in the spring time, but that was changing every second, as she began giving off that special scent of a slut to be in heat."
"Was that because you started touching her intimately?" Tina asked. "Sort of like you're touching Ellie now?"
"First, I drove down a narrow lane that Zola liked -- it started out behind a house that backed to the river, but ended up in a dead end little bowl shaped turnaround. I was careful about my driving, though I was a bit distracted by the sight of Alice playing with her nipples."
"Like this, Daddy?" Tina chuckled, leaning back away from Ellie, using the fingers of each hand to pull the nubs away from her petite orbs, and rotated them while pulling harder. She winced briefly, but then grinned wider as the flesh stretched further.
"She cupped her boobs from underneath in her palms, and closed the webs of her fingers right at the bottom underneath each nipple, and squeezed the whole thing -- tit and point, with different pressures, and then rolled them. Her little tongue started working the corner of her mouth. I thought my zipper was going to pop, just thinking about where that tongue might go."
"What happened next?" Tina asked, as Ellie nibbled my neck, and then bit my earlobe, finally initiating contact with me.
This sent a shiver travelling all the way from my head to my toes, with a large bolt of the energy diverting out my cock, causing it to surge up against Ellie's backside.
"I did much like what Ellie just did, except I trapped Alice's hand against her tit, and pressed, while my hand finally slid up her leg, right inside the shorts. She leaned her head back and sighed, but recovered quickly and twisted around to kiss me and fish my cock out of my pants.
Ellie's hand closed over my helmet, gently squeezing me. I felt her shift her body as she angled my hard organ.
"Did she suck you, or go straight to fucking?" Tina breathed, crawling forward to peer over Ellie's shoulder.
"She bobbed her head straight into my lap without another word, and ran her tongue through my slit, then licked me like an ice cream cone. Alice was definitely a virgin in a technical sense, but whoever taught her how to give head was a pro."
I paused then, and found myself wondering whether or not Ellie would turn around and demonstrate her abilities, just to encourage me to tell the rest of the story. I think Tina was wondering the same thing, as she tented one eyebrow. I had no doubt that she was anxious to see her best friend, my stepdaughter, slurping on my weapon, having encouraged it earlier, when Ellie was behaving shyly.
Tina spoke, "I bet Ellie is even better than Alice -- after all, Ellie has a lot of experience. Should we find out?"
My cock liked the idea, bobbing against Ellie's backside, tapping the indentation where her spine stopped and her two generous yet firm mounds of ass began. Instead, Ellie ground back harder against it, head still on my shoulder. She ran her tongue inside my ear.
"I'll suck you another time," she promised. "But first, I want to know how you fucked little Alice -- did she sit on your lap?"
"I bet he came in her mouth first," Tina guessed, not giving up.
"Actually, she didn't suck me that long. She was very anxious, in a rush to get fucked. Later -- driving her home -- she told me she had sucked dozens of cocks, all ages and sizes, so that part of the night was nothing special, but she thought mine was the perfect one to be the first in her pussy."
"Did she wrap her legs around your waist and lever herself on your manhood by pushing her feet against the door or window behind you?" Ellie asked, settling her ass back deeper into my lap as she spoke.
My hardness was now trapped tightly between my belly and her buttocks. Ellie began bouncing slightly, rubbing her flesh against mine, my shaft sliding effortlessly along her sweaty crevice.
"Actually, she climbed aboard backwards -- is that what you call reverse cowgirl? -- and rode me, a lot like you are now, except of course, my cock was up inside her pussy, not rubbing up against her ass on the outside. I had fucked Zola that way a few times, it worked smoothly, it was easy. I'm still not one hundred percent certain Alice was truly a virgin. Her pussy was plenty tight, but she had no hymen -- later she claimed that was from sticking things up herself, but who knows, and frankly, my cock didn't care. It just loved how her muscles clamped down around the base while the rest of her flesh massaged my shaft and kneaded my head."
Ellie leaned back to lick my earlobe. The arching of her back allowed warm air to bathe my cock head, but her glutes settled around my root, giving my organ a squeeze before she sat up straight again, which shifted her rear deeper into my lap, stuffing my sausage firmly between her cheeks.
"Does your cock like that?" Ellie asked. "Am I kneading it as well as Alice did, even though I don't have you in my pussy?"
Rather than answering right away, I reached around and caressed Ellie's bountiful boobs, and Tina quickly joined in, licking the nipples as my fingers played.
"For a supposed slut hot to fuck her stepfather, you are certainly taking your time. I can't compare Alice's tight virginal vagina to your teasing."
Ellie giggled, bounced lightly in my lap, her flesh and my cock all aquiver. Much more of this, and I would come all over her back.
"Will you let your Daddy fuck you if he finishes telling us the Alice tale?" Tina asked Ellie.
"Alice was a fine young piece of tail." I joked, filling the silence while Ellie wriggled rather than speaking.
"I bet the whole thing is just a tale." Ellie said, still not answering her best friend's challenge.
"Please tell us more, anyhow, Daddy, and we'll see what Ellie decides." Tina suggested, now nibbling Ellie's nipples more vigourously.
"It didn't last long, actually, I was all horny from Zola's promises earlier, and of course all of the earlier encounters with Alice had melded together into extended foreplay."
"That's a lot like today then," Tina said.
As she spoke, she leaned forward, pushing Ellie gently backwards into my chest. I quickly untangled my legs underneath Ellie and allowed the pressure to carry us to the floor, so that my stepdaughter was lying on top of me, my hard cock nestled in her asscheeks. Tina crawled on top, and returned to devouring Ellie's nipples.
"More like all those days you teased me wearing skimpy bikinis by the pool, or bending over in shorts, Tina, because that's what led to me fucking you today, and then to realizing that I had the same feelings for Ellie, but was ignoring them because she's my stepdaughter."
Ellie was humping upwards to bring her chest up, meeting her best friend's lips. Tina began licking down Ellie's tummy, and this made my stepdaughter arch her back further, grinding my rod with her ass.
"That's because you didn't know what a slut I am, Daddy," Ellie moaned, then she giggled. "I also didn't dress as trashy as Tina because I knew you'd end up wanting to fuck me anyway. After all, I look a lot like a younger version of Mommy, don't I?"
"That you do," I admitted, reaching my hands around to fondle her massive mounds, so like Zola's, as Tina's tongue ran up from my exposed scrotum to lick Ellie's gash.
"Finish Alice, Daddy..." Ellie's voice was a sultry gasp as Tina nibbled her tender bits, making her writher continuously against me.
"Not much more to tell, actually, she took control. Like I said, I'm not sure how virginal she really was. She rubbed my cock in her fist while we kissed -- our mouths, then me nibbling her nipples while she teased my ear, my neck, my back -- wherever her little mouth could reach. Then she sort of shrugged her hips and lifted herself up and then settled on my cock. There was no gentleness to this deflowering. The whole time she was screaming wildly, vile words, talking dirty, but also wanting to be just like Zola and fuck me like Zola."
Tina lifted her face from Ellie's slash just long enough to chuckle and say, "Except I bet she was asking you to say how much better it was fucking her than Zola."
"And what did you tell her, Daddy? Was she better than Mommy?" Ellie asked.
My turn to laugh before I responded. "I never compare two lovers. Each is special. Each is different. Sure, a dead lay who does nothing is a waste, but luckily I've avoided those most of my life. Alice was a great lay, but comparing a tight young cunt like hers to your Mom, even back then, is unfair. It's like sometimes you want steak, other times seafood."
No one spoke for a moment or two as Tina's tongue continued rolling my balls while occasionally teasing Ellie's clit. It felt like Tina had placed a couple of fingers back inside Ellie as well. My stepdaughter was writhing again, approaching another orgasm, her hair flying across my face as she moaned. My cock was getting a great rub job from her skin, but I realized that we still had not fucked. Earlier, having just come with Tina, I had not cared much whether or not Ellie dared to fuck me, but we were way past that point. In spite of the earlier emissions, my balls were heavy and ready to explode. They wanted a fresh young vessel. I wanted to fuck my stepdaughter, and I wanted it now.
It was not going to happen that quickly though, as Ellie's hips were levitating up from my lap, and then slamming back into me, as she screamed in ecstasy. Tina kept licking until Ellie finally collapsed with a sigh.
"Poor Daddy, you're lucky I didn't crush your cock," Ellie said as she caught her breath, and then giggled. "Is it time to find out whether I'm steak or seafood?"
"You'll always be my little lamb," I said, recalling a nickname she had liked when I was courting Zola -- right around the time I had seduced Alice, in fact.
"Baaaa...." Ellie moaned.
Without further ado, after all this teasing, she raised her midsection with acrobatic ease, planting her feet flat on the floor, pushing her back up my body, and then easing back down. I felt Tina's tongue give my slit a few quick licks, tasting my precum, as Tina held my shaft at just the right angle.
"I just wish that you had sucked my cock first, Ellie, like Alice did," I said.
Ellie twisted gracefully, her skin rubbing against my erection, sending shockwaves through my body. She kissed me. At first, it was tender, just her full lips pressing against mine, like a stepdaughter might kiss the man who raised her. Then it lingered longer than innocence would permit. My jaw dropped just a millimetre as she opened her mouth slightly, allowing just the tip of her tongue to click against my teeth. I opened my mouth wide, and found myself caressing her flanks as she leaned back hard against me, her neck twisted so that she could kiss me passionately, right hand holding the back of my neck, like lovers, not like a daughter at all.
Finally, Ellie broke for air. Her face was still so near that her words flowed like waves across my skin, she said, "Somehow, Daddy, I think we'll be doing this again."
I did not have time to reflect on the consequences of this statement. If I had, I might have worried not only about repetition increasing the risk of Zola finding out, but Ellie's half brother would be home before she returned to school. His presence would prevent any dreams of an ongoing fuckfest. Though Zola and I had no trouble regularly fucking in every room of the house -- he was an active kid, not home a lot.
But those thoughts were for later -- at the moment, Ellie's confidence caused my already swollen cock to grow fuller. Tina's lips drawing each of my balls in turn into her mouth added to the excitement. Ellie continued rotating her hips, the head of my cock pressing against her clit as I played with her nipples.
"Alice did not spend this long teasing me." I moaned. "Even though she claimed to be a virgin, she was really very horny, ready to get fucked. Her little cunt was so wet my cock slid right in without any delay."
"I'm ready to fuck if you are Daddy," Ellie giggled. "After that point, though, there's no going back."
"I think we passed that point long ago."
"Is Tina ready?" Ellie asked, glancing down to where her friend was fingering Ellie's clit while licking both my balls and her slit.
"She better be - she's the slut that started this, remember?"
Without further ado, Ellie slid a bit up my belly, to position herself for penetration. Tina confirmed willingness as she asked, "cunt, or ass?"
Ellie giggled. "Carrying the sheep metaphor a little far if we assfuck, I think. I prefer my first stepfather fuck to be just like Alice."
She sat up, posed with just the head of my cock tickling her pussy lips, and spoke again. "Of course, unlike Alice, I'm definitely no virgin."
Tina joined in Ellie's laughter, and then they kissed. As their lips locked, I could not see, but imagined tongues twisting. I imagined rock hard nipples rubbing as Tina's firm tits pushed against Ellie's ripe melons. I knew that the juices lubricating Ellie's thighs included Tina's contributions. I reached around and fingered both pussies with fingers from one hand.
While I was distracted, Ellie relaxed her legs, lowering her body, impaling herself on my manhood. Tina reached behind Ellie as my stepdaughter began bouncing on my meat.
Tina grabbed my arms and pulled me into a seated position, so that it was as close as possible to the same fucking that I had given Alice the babysitter all those years ago. Tina's tongue teasing the spot where my shaft slipped inside the wet teen slit though was a sweet addition.
Ellie grabbed my hands and clamped them on her tits, forcing me to manipulate her nipples.
"Make me come again, Daddy," Ellie panted, her head on my shoulder, her breath warming my ear as she bounced harder and faster. "Did little Alice come on your fat cock?"
"She came buckets," I recalled. "Her wetness stained my pants, but I didn't care at the point about whether or not Zola found out. I just had to pump my seed into that virgin womb."
"You can fill me up, too, Daddy, if Tina left enough. I'm on the pill, like every good little slut should be."
Ellie groaned, and her bouncing slowed until her hips were just grinding against my thighs. Her muscles were clamping my cock, then releasing, over and over, as if trying to milk me.
"Tina is nibbling my clit, Daddy," Ellie moaned, "Too bad little Alice didn't have Zola to lick her clit while you fucked. Or is that what happened the next date night?"
That image caused my balls to pull even tighter into my groin and I felt my load surging up my shaft. Tina rolled my balls in her hand, and then I felt her finger slip under my ass, exploring my backside. I knew that the instant she entered my anus and massaged my prostate, I would explode, since all that allowed me to hold back was my recent deposit into Tina.
I focussed back on Ellie, on how her young cunt, as slutty as she claimed to be, was in such shape that I was sure I could feel individual muscles open and close around my shaft like fingers, as the entire pussy slid up and down like a velvet glove.
"Cripes, lamb chop, you fuck even better than Alice," I screamed.
Tina chose that moment to stimulate my orgasm. I felt my great gobs of goo fill Ellie's flesh, as she climaxed, clamping down tightly on my organ. Her spasms were so violent that we all crashed into a heap on the floor.
Only then did a voice from the door say, "Well, if Ellie fucks better than Alice, we have to share her too, even if Ellie is my daughter. You know how much I love a hot young slut."
"Zola...." I exclaimed.
"Mommy...." Ellie screamed at the same instance, her voice drowning mine.
Tina just kept licking up my come as it drained out of Ellie's pussy. |
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] | So, what happened in the end was: I got so sick of space travels. I started feeling that not even sex could fill my life with enough joy to carry on like this. Or maybe it wasn't the actual space travels but, you know, just having to work? Or, more specifically, having to flog stuff?
'To flog' means 'to sell', by the way – I have spent enough time living in the south of England to have picked up all the slang words that you may see on the pages that follow. I have lived in quite a few places, actually. Still, I have never felt like I belong somewhere 100%. And the saddest thing is, I don't even have a proper native tongue. But hey, I guess that also means that I'm not really limited in my choice where to settle down when the time comes. The universe is my oyster, as they say... or should start saying.
So, yes, my job. I started training for it at 20, and I'm 24 now, and I honestly don't feel like I want to be doing this for much longer. I have a degree in applied linguistics and, well, I'm a young female from Earth, which means I am frequently asked to study this or that planet or sector, quickly pick up a bit of their language, and then go there with the rest of the crew and make a good impression, so that we can make them believe they actually want to buy our junk. That's it. That's what my degree is apparently good for.
But anyway, I honestly don't want to whine. I'm not a whiner – anymore – and when I say it, I do mean it. I used to be quite normal, emotion-wise – it was only three years ago that something happened, something rather nice, I think. It was... well, I got a hug – of sorts. It was during my training year. I had a placement on a planet that didn't have a great deal of living beings there, although we were warned there were a few specimens there that had not been properly studied yet and that we were to be extremely cautious. They seemed peaceful, but who was to say for sure?
I was in my room, about to go have a shower, and it was one of those beings that I suddenly felt behind my back. When I felt its presence, I didn't want to run away or scream or anything like that, though – I slowly turned around, but I couldn't see it properly, it really looked like ripples in the air. I had an almost unbearable sensation of bliss and comfort. I was as if the being was giving me a hug. It was all around me. I tried to give it a hug back, but it was more like very thick air than a proper solid body.
I stood there like this for... I don't know, a minute? Then I realised I was having the strongest orgasm of my life. It was like a tornado had swept me off my feet, and I only noticed it in mid-air. When it finished, the being was gone, and I was so wet I felt the urgent need to take off my knickers – it almost felt like I had weed myself.
Of course, that fantastically strong sensation has passed, but some "leftovers" of it I feel until this day. Yep, even today. How should I describe it? It's like there is a permanent light inside of me, and a very warm light, too. I'm mostly in such a harmony with the world that I rarely get upset or angry, or even feel the need to raise my voice. It's like... It's like I feel that people give too much of a fuck about everything. And also, I'm now way less sensitive to pain than others. I mean, I still feel it, but my body has stopped seeing it as something unpleasant and simply registers the fact that it's there. One could argue this may not be such a great thing, after all, as pain is necessary for our self-preservation, but so far this has been working out quite well for me.
Oh, and there is one more thing, and I'm not quite sure how to put it without it sounding a bit silly, so I'll just say it: I am very, well, sexual. Since that day, I probably haven't met a person without wondering whether I would like to have sexual relations with them or not. And the answer is, more often than not, yes. It can be pretty much anyone, of any gender, and even some other species, provided they look humanoid enough and having a shag with them is technically possible. I guess you could say that what I lack in elementary human emotions, I make up in sexuality.
I mean, I still have emotions, of course, but I guess I feel it much less than anyone else. And well, it shows, too. Some people think I'm weird because I don't get embarrassed in certain situations or because I don't immediately go "Awww, sooo cute!" when I see a kitten. It's not that I don't find them sweet, it's just why the heck shout about it? Alright already.
So, as I already said, I got a bit tired – I mean, quite awfully exhausted – from all this travelling around, so I asked my boss for a break. I demanded deliberately outrageous two months, so when we agreed on one, I was happy. Surely enough time to think about where I was heading and where I actually wanted to be heading. So far, I had very little idea about either.
What else should I tell you... I never knew my parents, grew up in an orphanage. It wasn't until I was 11 that I was adopted, sort of. A woman from Southern England – Rae – took care of me, gave me a home. Not that she treated me exactly as if I was her daughter, of course, but yeah, she was the closest I had to a mother.
But anyway. My holiday began in late June, when my shuttle landed in Cascais, a seaside town in Portugal where she had bought a sweet little blue house to escape the hustle and bustle of London. When I set foot on Earth for the first time in almost two years, I... well, I would love to say that I felt an extraordinary range of emotions, but it really wasn't that big of a deal. I still remembered everything rather well, and at the first glance, not much seemed to have changed since I last was there.
I will spare you the details of two women hugging and saying banalities like "You look gorgeous!" and "I love what you've done with your hair!" (Well, actually, it was her who said those things, I mostly just smiled and made approving noises). Rae – now 49, but looking about 37 – had a thing for white dresses, whereas I absolutely love dressing in dark shades, so I guess it may have looked like a white Queen giving a hug to a black knight. Or perhaps I just say it because I enjoy chess and tend to see silly chess analogies in many things.
The only things on me that weren't black were my dark blue hair and my sunshades of pretty much the same colour.
Anyway, it was when she led me into the garden that things became worth telling about.
"Who's the young man?" I asked. I recognised Rae's bike, but not the bloke of about the same age as me who was trying to fix it.
The young man looked up, smiled, but I could tell straight away he was of a rather shy disposition. I assumed he would take this question as a "starting shot" and introduce himself, but he innocently waited for Rae to answer for him.
"Stella, this is Arsenio. He only lives two houses away from us."
We shook hands.
"Hiya," he said. Hmmm, a Portuguese bloke trying to imitate an American accent. Sexy and kinda awkward at the same time.
"Hey. How is it going with the bike, are you managing?"
"Sure, almost done now."
Alright, then.
He definitely did not strike me as a motorcycle enthusiast. More like a priest or something.
And you know what – half an hour later, when I was on the verge of a micro-orgasm while greedily pushing Rae's expertly made Eaton Mess into my mouth, it turned out that I was right. He was not yet a priest, but that was what he was intending to become.
"It's his parents, really." Rae explained while pensively looking at the empty plates. "I'm not entirely sure he would want to go down this path without their constant reminders of hell and whatnot. They moved to a planet in the Phyllis' System long ago, but they still keep calling and pestering him with their ideas about what his future should look like."
"That bad, huh?"
"Pretty bad, yes. I mean, he always assures me that this is what he wants, but, you know, I'm not 100% convinced."
It was at that moment that a thought came to me – well, not a thought, but a sort of a "seed of a thought". And you know what? I knew exactly that the seed wouldn't leave my head until it developed into a fully grown, glorious erection. Sorry, I meant to say "tree". Fully grown, glorious tree. But anyway.
"I'm not saying he doesn't believe in God or something, I'm fairly confident that he does. You know, once I noticed he was staring at a girl on the beach, and he noticed that I noticed. He was so embarrassed he actually suggested I punish him for this."
"Punish how?"
"Well, you know... spank him?"
I don't burst out laughing that easily, but this definitely seemed worth a chuckle.
"Spank – him? Are you sure this was not just a moderately elaborate plan to make you part of his, er, *exotic* fantasies?"
"Actually... I thought of this for a second – only for a very brief moment – but no, I'm pretty sure it wasn't. I don't actually think he has any kind of fantasies. Also, I know for a fact his parents used to punish him every now and again, so I really had no reason to doubt him."
"But you doubt he should be a priest."
"As much as it pains me to say it, yes."
"Oh, does it really pain you so much?"
We went quiet for a bit. She looked at me almost as if she knew what was going on inside me head.
"Why do I feel I know what direction your thinking process is going?"
"Mmmmmmm..." I reckoned this was neutral enough an answer. The Swiss would have been mightily proud of me.
In the end, I asked in a silly conspiratorial tone.
"Do you reckon you could give *me* a spanking?"
Ah, yes, spankings. Do you reckon it's only us humans that have the concept of slapping someone as a punishment? Come to think of it, it seems like a pretty logical thing to think of, no matter how many eyes or tails or stomachs you have.
The first time I was given a thrashing by another species had been almost three years ago, shortly after my encounter with the 'orgasmic being' – though the word "thrashing" is far too brutal to describe what happened. I don't know why I keep invoking the Swiss into my narratives, but you could say that it was a sort of extraterrestrial Helvetii that provided me with my first 'punishment' outside my familiar surroundings.
The vol'overs are grey, slightly smaller than us, very quiet, with grotesquely long faces and also rather longish arms. The first time our team came over for a sightseeing tour of their planet, we caused a bit of a commotion. Heinz, our dear boss and a pestilential nuisance, had the bright idea of having our ship painted in this toxic green colour, which, it turned out, is absolutely taboo on their planet – it had something to do with the giant crab-like creature they worship zealously. You'd think anyone would have bothered warning us?
Anyway, long story short – we were in a bit of a trouble, their local authority demanded that the one responsible be punished. Heinz was too much of a chicken to assume any kind of responsibility and promised 5,000 coppers to anyone who would take the blame. The punishment process mentioned by the vol'overs sounded quite similar to a common spanking, even though it seemed a bit more elaborate than that, so I volunteered. Not (just) because of the money... I don't know, I was just curious, I guess. And well, yeah, a part of me – the particularly horny part – simply couldn't pass on an opportunity like that.
The vol'overs' code demanded that at least two members of my crew were present during the punishment. I picked our junior accountant, Derek, and Lily, our event manager, a quiet girl with beautifully long, dark hair, slightly older than me who I secretly had a bit of a crush on. Derek, too, was a sweet guy, in his early thirties and without any sense of appropriate clothing. Both wore glasses, and perhaps that's one of the reasons I found them both so cute. Always been a sucker for glasses. I'm a sapiosexual, by the way, though sometimes just looking smart also does the trick for me. I've slept with quite a few people who only seemed intelligent, but turned out to be a bit dim the next morning.
Anyways, back to my punishment. I was led into a medium-sized room with metallic walls and eight chairs – seven regular ones, for the witnesses, and one for the... prisoner? Victim? Anyway, it was for me. That chair was very similar to the kind you would find in a gynaecologist's office. When I'm saying that, I mean that the only way to lie in it was with your legs spread at almost 90 degrees. I laid down, and they strapped my legs with belts that felt surprisingly smooth and pleasant against my skin.
I had spent some time picking what I would wear during my 'execution'. In the end I, as always, went for black. I was considering wearing tights or stockings, but thought that tights would just be in the way and highly impractical, and stockings would look slutty and cheap, so I just put on a simple business-like skirt that ended a good deal above my knees, a jacket and white blouse. Oh, and white underwear – not too lacy, of course, but – I hoped – still sexy enough.
So, anyway – I entered the punishment room and removed my jacket, to show that I meant business. There was no furniture apart from the chairs, so I just gave it to Derek. He, Lily and five vol'overs were sitting barely six feet away from me, with Lily located right in the centre. I had told them not to worry too much about me, but my sweet Lily still looked concerned. She was wearing a rather simple and very business-like black dress – not too short, but short enough to arouse my imagination even further. Oh, and those tights on her heavenly legs!
I laid down in the 'gynaecologist's chair', with my legs looking one east and one west. The moment I spread them, I carefully watched Lily and Derek. I was wondering whether their faces would change when they caught sight of what was under my skirt. Derek's face remained unchanged, but Lily gave me a weak smile – surely, just a sign of support. After my legs (though not my arms or hands) had been strapped, one of the vol'overs produced a somewhat thick-looking belt.
Now, remember – I'm not that fussed about pain. And also, the vol'overs have a thing about pain, as their skin is extremely thin and their nerve endings are somehow overdeveloped by human standards. The slightest touch can cause them a great deal of suffering. So, when the punishment started, the 'pain' I felt was barely any pain at all, rather moderately intense 'touching'
I had been wondering where they would hit me first. Well, the first hit was on my left calf. He proceeded hitting my calves with that belt of his, after which he worked his way up to the regions just above my knees. I began to feel that he was hitting me slightly more strongly now, but the sensation was still pretty insignificant. However, in order not to let him suspect anything, I started to moan to fake at least some sort of suffering.
This went on for five minutes, after which my executioner pointed at my skirt. Ah, exactly what I had been waiting for! I pulled it up as high as I could, and he seemed satisfied. Again, I looked at Lily to check out her expression. I wasn't sure whether she had any lesbian genes in her, but at that moment it was my sincerest hope. Again, she smiled at me, and again, I wasn't sure at all what was behind that smile.
The next slaps were on my thighs, after which he stopped for a second and looked at me, and then his eyes went down to my breasts. I wondered how much that would hurt.
I didn't want to seem too eager to lose clothes, so I pointed at my less-than-medium-sized boobs, asking him whether I understood correctly and he wanted to have me topless. He nodded (yes, aliens nod, too), and I proceeded to unbutton my blouse. I didn't find where to hang it, so I just dropped it on the floor. The vol'over resumed his business, working my arms and then my belly. I could guess what was coming next, and sure enough, he soon pulled down my bra.
My nipples had always had the tendency to get rather pointy, and on that occasion they gave their best performance. I wondered how those present would react if I was to start touching myself? Not that I was seriously considering it, of course – no matter how strongly I felt like it. I was dying to know what was going on in Lily's and Derek's heads and whether they suspected anything about just how aroused I was.
The punisher gave me about twenty slaps on my breasts, which did start to feel a bit unpleasant. I quickly took off my bra completely for my boobies to feel more free if more hits were to come, but my executioner now turned his gaze to my more intimate area. Alright, then, why not. Why not, indeed.
By that time, my crotch area felt pretty wet, and I was hoping that wetness would be visible on my knickers – that was one of the reasons I went for white. Was it wishful thinking, or was there something in Lily's gaze that resembled... I don't know, a kind of playfulness? Something in the corner of her mouth twitched, and the thought of that twitch nearly made me climax right there and then. She was actually enjoying watching me, wasn't she? Derek, on the other hand, preserved his stone-like face, as if taken from some lesser known spot of Mount Rushmore.
The vol'over briefly unstrapped my legs, and I, progressing as slow as I could, put my thumbs through my knickers, pulling them down. My heart was pounding as it had rarely pounded before. 'Well, sure hope my dear Lily like landing strips!' I thought.
I must have glittered down there, I was so wet. My legs were strapped back. The hits started again, with the material of the belt falling straight on my pussy lips – and as horny as I got, I could barely feel a thing. Still, had to keep up my fake moans! I didn't want it to end, but a minute or two later, the vol'over stopped and made a gesture ordering me to get up. I pointed at my skirt, asking if he wanted me to take it off, too, and the gesture I got in return was affirmative. Right, then.
It was at that moment that I noticed a bulge protruding out of Derek's trousers. Well, I would have surely felt insulted if I hadn't seen any bulges on that day! I regretted not having read up enough about vol'overs' anatomy and whether they were capable of having such bulges, too. But even if yes, they were so bloody hairy that I might have missed it.
He led me to the wall on the opposite side of the spectators and pulled my arms up. I saw a pair of fetters coming out of the ceiling. He skilfully pulled those around my wrists and tightened the locks, after which he lifted them again a bit, so that I could barely move my arms. Not exactly comfortable, but surely it wouldn't last long. *How do you like my ass, Lil?.. I'm not even wondering about you, my sweet Derek, I know you're half a step away from erupting.*
The vol'over opened his suitcase again and put there his nice belt that had just given me so much pleasure. In return, he produced a short metal stick, about six inches long. Was he actually planning on inserting this device into my butthole?
But the torture master proceeded to extend the thing by pulling out one of the funny stick's ends, and then again and again, and I realised that it was nothing more than a steel rod looking pretty much identical to an analogue radio antenna, like the kind we earthlings used in the 20<sup>th</sup> century.
That... may... hurt... a little... more...
It did. I wouldn't say it 'hurt like fuck', but it was definitely not a sensation I would love to experience in my spare time. The first blow landed very neatly on my shoulder blades, and soon I didn't even have to fake my moans, anymore. Surely, this was more pain than a vol'over could have handled? Was he conducting an experiment, trying to find out how much I could take? I started sweating and had to take the deepest breaths I could under the given circumstances. I wouldn't say my horniness had gone away completely, but if things continued in this way, I could certainly forget about doing any orgasming at all.
The antenna finally left my back and resumed its business on my bottom. Alright, then, this was a bit... less bad. It also seemed like the vol'over was getting a bit tired – in spite of all their hairiness, they are anything but wild animals. I don't want to say 'pussies' or something, just very delicate creatures who have merits other than physical prowess. I heard they made good cheese and were exemplary bankers!
I realised that my back was bleeding a bit. Not good, not very sexy to have bruises there if you're a woman. Or is it? And now, I would have bruises on my ass, too.
A few minutes later, everything was finished. The creature released my hands and then stretched out his arms and looked up – a vol'over's way of saying 'respect', 'take care, 'was nice meeting you' or something along those lines. I wondered where I had put those knickers, not that I was too keen on putting them back on.
Derek remained seated (I wonder why...), but Lily quickly jumped up and came over to have a look at my injuries. The poor thing was probably wondering whether it was appropriate to hug me while I was still naked or whether she should wait until after I had put something on.
Lily was kind enough to locate my underwear for me. I took my knickers and gave them a quick check. There really was a tiny stain on them, but probably not big enough for anyone to notice. Call me a perv, but I was dying for Lily to know just how wet I got, so, before putting them back on, I looked at it again, then back to Lily, said 'Oops' and put them back on. She just gave me another one of her diplomatic smiles, and it didn't even look like she understood what the 'oops' was referring to.
"D'you reckon they have a bathroom here?" I said.
"Is it urgent?" she replied, We'll be back on the ship in less than two minutes.
"Yeah, sure... No, yeah, stupid of me."
The promised 'less than two minutes' later, as soon as the bathroom door closed behind me, I sat down on the toilet and finished myself off faster than it would take you to gulp down a small glass of Baileys. But as I mentioned before, I have more than my fair share of sexual appetite and I almost immediately began to feel that I would soon need another dosage of TLC in my downstairs area. Was it a good idea to stay there and just go for another round? Lily was waiting outside, and in the end, I just flushed and hurried out.
"Oh, please don't ask me again if I'm alright, please!" I said when I saw her face again.
"I wasn't going to."
"It looked like you were."
"Well, you said you're alright, so I believe you."
"Alright, then."
"Come on, let's go."
"I think I may need to stop by at my quarters before getting back to work." I said.
"Oh, no no no no no – no work for you today *or* tomorrow. You've earned a little holiday, Heinz was very adamant about it. When I said 'Let's go', I actually meant 'Let's go, I'll walk you to your room and have a look at those bruises.'
'No, you don't actually have to...' I wanted to object and then realised what an amazing opportunity it was to spend some quality time with the sweetest girl on *The Savoyard*.
"But, you know... you don't have to..." I still said, but without putting much conviction into those words.
"Now, stop please. The least I can do is to make absolutely sure you're alright."
"Aha! I knew you would say that!"
"Well, I didn't ask *whether* you're alright, I merely used the word 'alright' in a sentence.
I agreed, just asking her for two more minutes for me to quickly knock on Derek's door and thank him for being there with me.
As soon as Lil and I arrived at my place, I crashed on my bed, looking at the ceiling. She sat down next to me, looking at me in a very caring, devoted manner, which almost made me feel guilty for wanting her the way I did. I didn't really know what to say, and she wasn't saying anything, either.
"Did you see Derek?" I finally said when the silence started to get a bit awkward.
"What do you mean?"
"No, you haven't seen it?" I produced something that I hoped looked like a smile, and when she began to smile in return, I realised she knew precisely what I meant.
"What, you mean his getting...?"
"...a bit excited, yeah." I laughed.
"I will go and talk to him straight away. I mean, Gosh, Derek? I never realised he was such a... perv."
"Well, why?" I said calmly. "He saw some nude female flesh, and his 'sceptre' just went for it. The most normal thing in the world."
"But not like this! I mean, not when you were tortured like that!"
"Well, perhaps he realised it wasn't such a big deal for me, after all?"
Right. I had now crossed that line where things were bound to become a bit awkward. How long for, now solely depended on Lily's reaction.
"Er... well, I know you mentioned you aren't that sensitive to pain."
"True, I'm not."
"So, I guess you didn't suffer that much, huh?"
"No, not really. Except at the end, when that gentleman started working my spine and my ass."
"Oh, Gosh, your back! Let me have a look!"
*Yesss! Time to take off some clothes again!*
I sat down on the bed, unhurriedly unbuttoned and pulled down my blouse again and turned my back to Lily.
"You're bleeding!"
"A lot?"
"No, not a lot, but bleeding nevertheless. Where's your Wells kit?"
I pointed at the cabinet at the other end of the room.
"I think it's the bottom drawer on the left, or maybe it's the middle one."
She found it quickly enough. A few seconds later, I felt my bruises quickly regenerating under the warm rays of the device.
"Can you... lift your bra a bit?"
*Lift* my bra? Fuck that!
I simply unhooked it and threw it on my pillow.
Soon, Lily was done healing my heroic wounds. "Here we go."
"Thank youuu!" I couldn't resist it any longer and gave her a quick hug.
And then, sweet Lily seemed to have mustered the courage and just gone for it:
"Say, were you..."
"Yes?"
She suddenly stopped.
"Was I what?"
"Were you somehow aroused when he was beating you?"
*Beating!* Such crude terminology! But well done for finally getting to the point, Lil!
"I was, Lil."
She gave me a timid and incredulous smile.
"Did you enjoy watching me?"
Was it too much?
"Er..."
"You know, I almost got off lying there, spreading my legs, knowing that you were watching me."
She didn't seem to mind what I had just said, so I just went for it and gave her a kiss. I couldn't say whether she liked it, or whether she let me do it because she was so taken aback, or whether it was just her sympathising with me and thinking I had deserved some sort of reward that prevented her from pulling away. But she didn't pull away, so I allowed myself to keep my lips on hers a bit longer.
When I finally stopped and looked at her again, there was still that slightly shocked grin on her face. I stroke her hair and, again, she seemed alright with it, so I went for another kiss.
Soon enough, my hand slid down her dress. My entire being screamed 'Victory!' when my index finger pressed against her knickers between her pussy lips. Lily started, but only very slightly. Encouraged by her lack of resistance, I turned my hand, so that now four out of five of my fingers were placed on her crotch. I started rubbing her, very gently. When she gave a slight moan, I knew that the day would be one of the best ones of my life.
On one hand, I wanted to tear off her knickers as soon as possible and bury my face in her crotch, but I still wasn't completely sure she wouldn't chicken out if I rushed in like that, so I took my time. I removed my hand from her downstairs area and began stroking her hair, as gently as I could. She put her hands on my torso, after which they slowly slid down to my hips. This was an extraordinarily pleasant sensation, of course, but I couldn't get rid of the feeling that dear Lily didn't have a great deal of experience in sexual matters. Or perhaps she was still feeling a bit uncomfortable doing it with a woman.
The moment seemed right to begin the undressing procedure. I wondered for a second whether I should start with her clothes or with mine and opted for the latter. I quickly got rid of my blouse and slid down the cups of my bra, which was the sexiest move I could think of at that time.
Lily stared at my breasts, and it was quite obvious to me she liked what she was seeing. Nevertheless, she was very slow at taking any particular actions, so I just took her left hand and put it onto my right boob, hoping her other hand would follow. She began stroking me, but her right hand still remained inactive.
"So, I take it you've never been with a girl before, right?" I laughed.
"No... not really, no."
"*Not really*?"
"I've kissed a girl once, or rather, she kissed me, but nothing else happened."
*Well, Lil, a lot of 'elses' will start happening now.*
I gently pushed her down on the bed, and then realised that the zipper of her dress was actually located on her back.
"Turn around." I said in as horny as voice as I was capable of.
She complied, and soon enough her zipper was undone and her dress taken out of the way.
*Really nice knickers, Lil, not as conservative as I thought you would go for.*
Lily was wearing an almost clinically clean thong, and the sight it formed together with her bum cheeks was so appetising I simply had to bury my face in the middle of the white fabric, with my nose touching the region slightly above her anus. I started kissing her back, first on her shoulder blades, and then going lower up to the small of her back. Finally, my lips ended up on her bum cheeks, where I continued my kisses.
Lily seemed too shy to make much of a noise during sexual activities, but I knew that what little moaning she produced was genuine. I unhooked her bra and then without any pause in between slid down her knickers up to her ankles.
My torso was now right over her back, with only my nipples touching her skin. I spent a few moments sniffing at her hair, after which her back received another series of kisses. A short while later, my face arrived at her buttocks, and I was wondering whether I should just go for her pussy straight away or whether I should try and touch her very neat-looking butthole. I decided to go for the latter, but only do it casually as I played around with her pussy. This way, if I was to see that she didn't like it, I could pretend it was an accident.
She was fairly wet. Not extremely, as she was still getting used to the situation, but it was a good start. The more I massaged her clit, the better lubricated her crotch area became. I finally allowed my thumb to touch her anus, and she giggled nervously.
"Have you boyfriends never touched you there?"
"Most of them have, yes. It's just that I always felt silly when they do."
"Why?"
"I don't know, I always feel silly about my butt."
"Do you like it when I touch you there?"
"Ehm... well, I still feel kind of silly." *Again this word!*
"OK, but do you actually like the feeling?"
She hesitated.
"I guess."
That was good enough for me. I allowed my thumb to linger on her little hole, after which I applied a little more pressure. When that step wasn't met with any resistance, I tried putting it in only for a little tiny bit, but Lily started giggling again.
"Why don't you lose the rest of your clothes, too?" she asked.
That was one request I couldn't but immediately comply with. When finally both of us were pretty much completely naked, she turned around on her back, and I lied down on top of her. Holding her, smelling her hair, kissing her on her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, and then her breasts felt like a dream, no matter how corny this sounds.
She giggled again, just a little bit, when I went down on her, but soon she was so aroused that all giggling was forgotten. She barely needed ten minutes to climax.
I felt she was still a little uncomfortable with the idea of going down on me, so I simply started taking care of myself. Don't get me wrong, she was not selfish or anything, and in future her tongue *would* find its way to my clit, but on that first occasion I didn't want to ask too much of her. Besides, it was a bombastic sensation to have her watch me play with my clit and come.
I love lesbian virgins!
Sssooo... coming back to planet Earth, and specifically to Rae now.
"Do you reckon you could give *me* a spanking?"
Rae had never been close-minded, so instead of acting all shocked, she just grinned.
"Ehm... well, yes, if you insist, I don't see why not!" she exclaimed dramatisch, and then added in her regular tone of voice: "You've always had a penchant for hatching plans. Wanna tell me?"
"Well, it seems pretty clear the poor boy is being forced into a cassock without properly realising he may very well be destined for other things. So, don't we owe it to him to at least try and show him what he would be missing if he should decide to renounce all pleasures of flesh?"
Rae pondered about this for a few seconds.
"Oookaaay... er... so, what do you need?"
"Well, first of all, we need an excuse."
When Arsenio came over for some custard tarts and tea next evening (at pretty much exactly 5 o'clock – what a charmingly English Portuguese fellow), Rae led him to the table. She allowed us some time for a chit-chat and then said matter-of-factly:
"You know, Arsenio, before Stella left on her, er, space adventures, I had no way of making sure she would behave out there, so the best thing I could do to ensure she would was to give her a bit of a spanking – this probably sounds quite silly, but I was hoping that every time she would be about to do something she may later regret, she would remember that spanking and perhaps, perhaps this would remind her to take a wiser course of action. And you know, it seems like it worked – she has now become a charming, modest young lady with an amazing job, respected by her colleagues and with what seems to me like a stellar future."
*Was 'stellar' supposed to be a pun?*
I kind of expected Arsenio to crack up on this kind of poppycock, but he just keep nodding understandingly, so Rae continued:
"Well, now that she's here again for a while, I thought it may not be such a bad idea to 'top up' the warning I gave her last time, you know?"
"Uhu." he quietly affirmed.
"Did your parents ever do that, too?" I asked Arsenio.
"No, but I wish they had – I'm sure it would have made me more disciplined and, you know... just a better person, I guess."
*'Oh, come on, do you seriously believe that?'* I wanted to exclaim, but was on the other hand relieved he didn't see through our silly plan.
"Well, perhaps..." Rae started. "I mean, if you really want... I could give you a bit of a spanking, too." she finally ventured.
"Yes, sure! If that's OK with you?" he replied.
*Was the boy really THAT naïve?*
"I don't see why not."
We finished our tea, and then the slightly awkward moment came when we had to actually start doing it.
"Sssooo..." Rae began. "Shall we go to the living room?"
We did just that.
"Stella, do you wanna go first?"
"Yeah... er, where?"
"Hm, perhaps just lean on the table?"
"Yeah, sure."
I often wore tights, but definitely not in Portugal at that time of year! So, I'm now not sure why, but I had opted for a rather tasteless, pink-read-yellow tank-top with some indiscernible patterns and blue pleated skirt. I had spent a considerable amount of time thinking what underwear to pick and trying to understand what kind of knickers were most likely to get a guy like Arsenio going. I didn't really know him. What kind of panties would give you a hard-on fastest if you were a son of devoted Catholics from Portugal and probably a virgin? But whatever undergarments I would opt for, he must have seen plenty of those considering how close to the beach they lived. In the end, I went for a black tanga, which I hope was not too hooker-like, but still risqué enough. Rae, on the other hand, contented herself with her usual white shorts and t-shirt.
I pulled up my skirt and put my lower arms on the table. This position only had one disadvantage – I wasn't able to see Arsenio and to follow the expression on his face as the business progressed. But hey, at least I could be sure he had a magnificent view of everything he was about to see.
"Ready?" Rae asked.
"Yep, go ahead."
I now realised Rae and I hadn't agreed on what exactly she would be slapping my bottom with and was hoping she wouldn't be crazy enough to take a real belt. Not so much because of the pain, but I seriously didn't want Arsenio's mood spoiled by him seeing any bruises.
Thankfully, and as I expected, Rae didn't feel compelled to use any special tools and limited her endeavours to slapping my bottom with her right hand.
The procedure began, and I'm not a little bit ashamed to admit I enjoyed it as much as I had enjoyed my 'alien experience'. I managed to cast a glance behind me and see Arsenio's captivated face. Uncomplicated as he was, the boy wasn't even trying to conceal where he was looking. I did spread my legs a bit, but again, I didn't want to appear a slut and destroy the magic of a sweet girl in an unintentionally erotic position.
"Are you OK, Arsenio?" I cheerfully chirped.
"Yes, yes."
"Wouldn't it be more comfortable for you if you just took off that skirt?" Rae suggested, and I did just that.
"Yeah, sure. The knickers, too?"
I could almost hear Arsenio's heart trying to jump out of his ribcage.
"Uhu."
I quickly and innocently slid down my tanga and leaned on the table again, spreading my legs somewhat. I was wondering whether my new biggest fan could see my butthole. Had he ever seen anybody's butthole? Would the sight of a girl's butthole even make him get it up.
Another smack. Another, another, another, another, another, another, another... quite a few slaps... more slaps.
"Alright, then. You're done." Rae proclaimed.
"Thanks, Rae." I said calmly, went away from the table and hugged her.
There!! There it was! Arsenio realised that I was now looking at him, but he realised it too late. I could clearly see him studying my downstairs area. When it dawned on him we both were looking at him, he just started staring at the parquet, knowing exactly he was caught red-handed looking exactly where he was (not) supposed to.
I put on my tanga, but decided to 'forget' about the skirt.
"So, *querido*", Rae said, "your turn now."
"Er, OK, yes." He was kind of shifting his position slightly, but still remained sitting on that very chair without making any real attempts to get up.
"Are you sure you're alright?"
"Yes, yes, I am, yes..."
"Honestly, don't be shy, there's no reason at all to be shy."
"OK, yes..."
He finally managed to get out of that chair.
"Could you please lower your trousers?"
"Ehm..."
"Are you ashamed of something?"
"No, I'm not... no."
"So, have you changed your mind?"
"No, no, of course not..."
"Look, whatever is going on in your crotch area is completely natural, so honestly, don't you worry about it."
"My what, sorry?"
"Your *zona genital*."
"Oh, yes, yes, OK."
He finally undid his belt and started to pull down his trousers. He still kept his undies on, but it was already pretty clear that physiologically, his body was in perfect order.
"You wanna lower those, too?" Rae pointed at his briefs.
He just stood there, an expression of total agony on his face. Then I had an idea, went over to him and just pulled down his underpants with a jerk before he could find the right words to protest.
"I'm sorry." he murmured.
*What, with a tower like this at your disposal? No need to be sorry at all, my friend!*
"As I said, there is no reason whatsoever to be sorry. I understand Stella is rather good-looking, and you just, you know, are displaying an absolutely natural physiological reaction, so please stop being sorry, alright? Come to the table now."
He went over to the table.
"Yes, just stand there. I don't think it would be too comfortable for you to lean over the table with that, erm, situation of yours, so just... you know, just lean a little bit, OK?"
He did.
"Right, then. Ready?"
Pretty sure he was ready – for something else entirely, though. But this would have to wait a few more minutes – if the plan worked, that is.
Arsenio's spanking went without any particular incidents worth reporting. While I was desperately trying to come up with a good pun combining the name Arsenio and the word 'arse', Rae's smacks landed on his delightfully toned skin without doing any damage or even inflicting any real pain.
When she was done with him, he quickly pulled up his trousers again, tightened his belt and smiled sheepishly.
"Thanks..." he said quietly.
"Oh, you're very welcome!" Rae replied. "And Stella, I think you wanted to..."
"Yes," I said, taking him by the hand, "come with me. Come on."
I didn't even bother explaining where exactly Arsenio would be coming and what for, and I was glad he was still so taken aback that it didn't even occur to him to ask. If he had, I probably wouldn't have been able to come up with anything plausible to say.
I led him upstairs into my room, still without putting my skirt back on, and he blindly followed.
I shut the door and looked at him. Poor Arsenio was desperately trying not to look anywhere but the floor.
"So, what do you think?" Yeah, it was a bit of a silly question, I guess.
"Hm... I don't know."
"Did it hurt?"
"Nnnooo... not much, I guess."
"Did you..." What was the best way of putting this into words? "I saw you got a bit 'excited'."
"Excited?"
"You got a bit turned on watching me."
As expected, he remained quiet.
"I mean, that was quite an impressive hard-on."
"A what?"
"You know, a hard-on. An erection. How do you say it in Portuguese?"
"Ah, yes, OK."
"So, how do you say it in your language?" Somehow I really wanted to hear him saying this word.
"Er... *ereção*."
"Yeah, that's it. Seems like you still have it."
"I'm sorry."
"Oh, don't be sorry, it's the most natural thing in the world. What was it that you enjoyed most, just my butt or my butt getting spanked?"
"Er..."
"When did you get your *ereção*?"
"Mmm... straight away."
"Straight away?" In all this time we were talking, he barely dared to look at me at all.
"Yes, when you put your skirt up."
"Oh, right, that already did the trick for you?"
"Yes."
I grinned, casting another glance at his crotch, though not knowing exactly how to continue the conversation. I did want to ask him things, like for example whether he had been with a girl before or whether he even masturbated every now and then, but the moment didn't seem quite right, and it would have only delayed what I actually brought him into my room for. So, instead of trying to continue our rather pointless discussion, I just put my hand on his gentleman's area and started stroking it. He recoiled at first, but I just approached him again and put my hand back where it was. That time, he did nothing.
After a minute of stroking, I undid his belt and pulled down any fabric that was preventing me from accessing what I was now sure would be mine for the next – I had reckoned – two to five minutes. Gosh, one could inflict some serious injuries with a thing that hard!
I wondered whether I should blow him a little. I was just too curious to see how he would react, so I spent the next minute or so working the little Arsenio with my tongue.
Nothing. No moans, no recoiling, no shocked exclamations.
"Would you relax, please?"
"Oh, yes, sorry." Forgetting to relax, here's the root of all evil!
I sat down on my bed, slid down my knickers, moved closer to the opposite wall, so that my head was now resting against the pillows and spread my legs in the most inviting manner I was capable of.
"Come on, do it. And don't say 'er...' or 'OK' this time, just come here and fuck me."
Come over he did. He stepped out of his trousers, very slowly takking his place on the bed in front of me, as if threatening to stab me to death with his strongly underused equipment, and tried to lean over me. It became pretty clear he had never attempted to do this before, so it took us a minute or two to bring things into order.
At least, he was inside. And then...
"Are you not going to get pregnant?"
"No, don't worry, there are special ray treatments for that."
"So, you can never have children?"
"I can, you need to repeat the procedure every three months. It's 100% effective, though quite pricey. But can you please stop worrying about stuff?"
He rogered that and attempted to do the deed properly, and I kept wondering whether he at all knew how this worked.
*Must not forget to ask him whether he had ever watched porn after we were done.*
Slowly, the things were progressing, and as the things were progressing, those same things rather abruptly came to an end (and into me). All in all, the process may have even taken over 10 minutes, so I guess had underestimated him somewhat. It also took him a somewhat abnormal number of seconds to finish his eruption, but after everything had finished and he had left my body, the first thing I heard from him was, of course, 'Sorry.'
"For – fucking – what?"
"I didn't want to."
"You didn't want to shoot your load, or you didn't want to lose your virginity, or you didn't want to ever have sex with anyone, or... which *sorry* is it?"
"I didn't want to do this to you."
"Well, your schlong didn't seem to agree with you on that one."
"I shouldn't have listened to my schlong, then."
"Well, you know what, I'm not sorry at all. I thought it was pretty cool."
"My parents would be furious."
"They don't want you to have fun?"
"Not that kind of fun... I think."
"But do answer me this, please. Did your parents ever encourage you to have fun?"
"Yes, they did..." He said after some consideration. "My father encouraged me, he wanted me to go running and play football and go swimming..."
"Oh, did he?"
"Yes, so that I could stay healthy. He sometimes mentioned this Latin proverb, I forgot it now..."
"*Mens sana in corpore sano*? A sound mind in a sound body?"
"Yes, that's it, yes!"
"Hm, do you realise a body can't be completely healthy without sex?"
I didn't know for a fact whether this was true or not, though, and he didn't seem to believe me, either.
"Why did you want to do it with me?" He suddenly asked. Not the kind of question I was hoping for.
"I find you sweet. I just wanted to."
"Alright, then."
We lay there quiet for a bit, reviewing in our minds what had happened.
"So, you wanna be a priest?"
"Yes, I do. It's a good idea, I think."
"Why is it such a good idea, I may ask?"
"The church makes the people feel better."
"So do barmen and hookers. Oh, and nurses, too, of course. And stand-up comedians. And guys who make really comfortable pillows. Why don't you become a pillow manufacturer instead?"
"My parents probably wouldn't approve."
"How do you know, have you asked them? What do they have against comfy pillows?"
"I think it was always their plan, me working at the church."
"And what was your plan, then?"
"I think... I guess my plan was their plan. Or, their plan was my plan – I don't know what way round it is. I'm... I'm a bit confused."
"Do you realise you're gonna be a rubbish priest if you don't really want this? Like, of your heart isn't completely in it, you will spend your whole life suffering from being somewhere you don't belong, and I'm sure as fuck you won't be able to help anyone if you feel this way."
"You say this word quite a lot."
"What, 'fuck'?"
"Yes, this one."
"So, what? I know plenty of other words, too, that maybe you should also start using if you want to have a more or less normal social life."
"I really need those words to have a social life?"
"Yeah, it tends to be quiet helpful."
*Please, please ask me what other words you know!*
Nope, he didn't, of course. Like somebody had knocked out his curiosity with a serious dosage of chloroform.
"You wanna know?"
"What?"
"You wanna hear a few other words that I know?"
"Are they rude?"
"Quite."
"Why do you want to tell me?"
*Er... because... because... How come I couldn't think of a decent answer to this?*
"Just, you know... to help you with your English. Not that it's bad – actually I'm surprised how good it is, especially considering you've lived in this town all your life."
"Go ahead, then. Tell me."
*Excellent. Now, which one first?*
"Well, I'm sure you've heard 'dick' or 'cock', right?"
"Yes, sure."
"Do you know the c-word?"
"I do."
Hm...
"Do you know what 'to wank' means?"
"Er, no, not this one.
"'To jerk off'?"
"No, neither. But want is 'to wank'? You didn't tell me."
"Oh, they have the same meaning, they're synonyms. They mean to, you know, to masturbate."
"Oh, right."
By that time, I had started to find the monosyllabic and repetitive nature of Arsenio's conversational skills a tad tedious. I wanted to say something caustic like "Yes – oh – right – yes – indeed".
"You do that?" He suddenly asked.
I turned my head to him and calmly nodded a few times.
"Yep, Arsenio, I masturbate. I'm not addicted to it, of course... though I guess even those who are addicted would say they aren't. I'm really not. But well, I'm a sexual being, I like sex in many different forms, whether it's real or just in my head. Or, sometimes, when I can't concentrate on my work, I do it, too. It helps, seriously, it does – you really calm down after you've done it. And it also improves your mood."
"It improves my mood?"
"Yep. Makes you more cheerful. So, if you know somebody who's always in a good mood, you now know the reason."
"Well, what if somebody catches you?"
"Catches me? Oh, you mean walks in on me?"
"Yeah."
"It's happened before, Rae has walked in on me a few times."
"She walked in on you?! You're saying it so, so... calmly?"
"Well, yeah, but what's the big deal – it's not like she never digs her trench."
I could see he was about to enquire about the metaphor, but then he got it.
"How did she react?"
"Just laughed, said 'sorry' and left."
"And you didn't feel embarrassed?"
"Not really. Maybe the first time it happened, but after that, it was nothing new, anymore, so... Though there was one time, and that was a bit weirder – it was during my previous holiday, last summer. I was spending it elsewhere, but I stopped by here for a couple of days. Shame we didn't get to meet back then, by the way. Do you remember the bloody temperatures last summer? And you know, heat makes you pretty horny. So, anyway, I was in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet. I had been fingering myself just for a few minutes, but already about to climax. And the second I started orgasming, she came in and, well, saw my entire flight to the stars, so to speak. She grinned and said something like 'Well, I guess you're done now, huh?' and started running the bath."
"What did you say? Did you just... sit there? I mean..."
"Well, I didn't really say much, just tried to grin back, really. That was definitely an unexpected turn of events, but hey, so what, as long as we can both laugh about it?"
He went quiet for a moment. Was he about to say 'I see'?
"Right."
Well, almost.
And then a second later:
"I see."
Maaan.
Should I tell him the extra bit? Teasing him with anything connected to sex was simply too much fun!
"And you know what?" I continued. "She started taking off what little clothes she had on to take her bath, but I was still sitting there. 'Rae?' I asked. 'I really need to wee now, can I just quickly...?' 'Sure, go ahead.' she said, looking unperturbed – 'unperturbed' means something like 'chilled', 'relaxed', OK?"
"OK."
"So, she jumped into her bath... it was the year after she had this new wonderful construction installed that fills your bath with water in about 10 seconds – there we times when people had to wait for, like, 10-20 minutes for a bath to fill. But anyway, she got in..."
"What, completely naked?"
"Well, she was wearing a fur coat, of course. Man, why do you have to ask questions like that? Yeah. Naked. I think by now we have established that Rae and I have quite a liberal relationship towards nudity."
"Yeah, sorry."
"Well, she lied down in the bathtub, looking nowhere in particular, but just her being there made it a bit harder for me to... go. So, for a little while, I sat there a queen on her throne, looking sheepish. But I managed in the end."
"Like a queen on her throne?"
"Yes!" I laughed. "Like a regular royal queen." I realised, of course, how idiotic this sounded. A clear case of wanting to use some trashy humour and missing your target by 180 degrees.
"It's definitely an interesting story."
I was quite sure he actually meant it. I don't think he was fully capable of proper sarcasm, or if he would ever be, for that matter. I didn't expect him to dwell on the topic of self-pleasuring, but he did have one more question left.
"Have you ever walked in on somebody having an... orgasm?"
Well, there was that one time... And for that, I would need to go back to the day Lil and I 'became close' for the first time. I had left the bathroom, where I had just 'released the tension' inside of me, and asked Lily to just give me a couple of minutes to quickly stop by at Derek's and say thanks again for being there. Whether this actually was my genuine motive for wanting to pay him a visit? Not at all, of course. The motive was simply this – I had made a bet with myself that our junior accountant would at this particular moment be engaged in something not altogether related to his field of work. And to verify this guess of mine, I needed one thing in particular. I needed him to forget to lock his door. Derek had never had such an amazing memory, but the chances of that happening were not too great. Still, I was really keen on giving it a shot, and so I did, after giving Lily my keys and asking her to make herself comfortable.
I almost tiptoed to Derek's door and quickly pressed the entry button.
Oh, Derek...
The door flew wide open, driven by a powerful magnetic spring. Derek was sitting on his bed, just as I had pictured. His trousers were barely lowered – he must have been in a horrible hurry to release everything that had accumulated in his balls.
I thought he would shriek, but instead he produced a sort of "aaaaah" sound similar to the kind you would make if somebody's heel landed on your toe. Needless to say, he immediately stopped stroking his (not so little) Derek, but a second later we both realised that he had reached his destination. He had prepared a few tissues, but my appearance made him forget about them entirely, and very soon his spunk was covering most of the distance between him and me.
I was now faced with the choice whether to pretend I was shocked or to implicitly admit to being kind of flattered by giving him a smirk and blowing him a kiss or something. He started apologising more frenetically than I expected he would. In fact, his excuses began to sound so grotesque that I just said to myself 'Ah, sod it', gave him a very brief smile, said "No worries, I understand, we can talk later." and left. ...to have my wounds treated and my boobies groped by one of my best friends.
"I'm sure I would have died from shame." Arsenio murmured. "Is it 'died from shame' or 'died of shame'?"
"Of. Well, Derek didn't, though I guess he was halfway there."
"Was your relationship ruined after that?"
"Oh, no, it wasn't, not at all... Actually, this incident did open a door to something else. But I will tell you about it next time, alright?"
We did some more lying around and breathing quietly, after which something occurred to me.
"Hey, you wanna see my boobs?"
Yes, I was still wearing my tank-top, and yes, Arsenio had not made one single attempt to remove it.
What if he said no? Would I have been very disappointed? Not very likely, but... I just really wanted to show them to him, that's all.
Instead of saying yes, however, he suddenly sat up.
"Is it OK to keep this a secret?" he asked.
"If you like, sure. But what about my boobs? Is it the future priest in you talking?"
"Maybe."
"Arsenio..." I finally used his name. "Look, my dear. If that's really what you want, fine, go for it. But could you please at least try to look at it a little more critically? Remember what I said about pillows and you not being very likely to make a great cleric if your heart is not 100% in it?"
"I remember, yes."
"So, is it, then?"
"What, my heart?"
"Yeah, your bloody heart! There's an entire universe out there for you, you can't even begin to imagine all the stuff that's out there, and you could be soon doing a great deal of that stuff! Just think, OK?"
He remained quiet. He would remain quiet for the rest of the day (which we did spend together), for the entire week, and for the rest of that month, too. It's not that we didn't talk during that time, but he kind of preferred to be alone with his thoughts, even when we met up and did stuff together (not that kind of stuff, though). He still came over quite regularly, but it was mostly Rae and me that did the talking.
And then, one morning, with the month almost over, he rang at our door at around 9 o'clock, and from the doorstep announced that he had decided to 'maybe wait a little bit' before making up his mind and that he would be enrolling in a geology course at Lisbon's university instead. He looked guilty and relieved at the same tie.
I gave him a quick kiss and showed him my boobs. |
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It had been about three weeks since the weekend that Laura, John and I had spent at my cabin. I'd seen him just like we always had, but I hadn't seen Laura much, but that was really the way it had always been too. However when I did see her, it wasn't uncomfortable exactly, but it felt just a little strained. I figure, at least I hoped, that over time things would be normal again.
John and I met for a beer after work one day.
"Scott, I don't think you're going to like this, but Laura wants me to ask you something" John said.
My apprehension about what this might be must have been pretty obvious because John nearly spit out his beer laughing.
"No, no, it's not what you must be thinking. It's something totally different. Laura wants to invite you over to dinner this Saturday" he told me.
That wasn't unusual. I go to their house several times a year for dinner and have them to my place about the same. I calmed down, but now I was curious.
"The catch is, she wants to invite an old roommate of hers over too. A woman who lives here and just happens to be single as well" he explained.
"Shit John, you know how I feel about that. Blind dates and set ups are NOT my gig. Laura's knows how I feel and she's always been really good about this before," was my somewhat testy reply.
"I know, Hell I don't blame you. She swears that this is just a dinner party, that she's not trying to fix you up. Just wants to have two friends that we see often come over at the same time. It is true that we see each of you frequently, just never together before. I will tell you that Sonia is one sexy fox. If I was ever going to mess around, she be number one on the list!" John said, seeming to understand my feelings.
Naturally that last part had me intrigued.
"How would you compare her to Laura?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.
"You know how I feel about Laura, and maybe it's 'the grass is always greener' thing, but I'd give Sonia higher marks" he said straight out.
"REALLY?" was my reply.
"Yup, I'm telling you this woman is gorgeous and she's built" he went on.
"Built better than Laura?" I asked, truly surprise. Laura is one very well built lady!
"Without a doubt!" John said without hesitation.
"Jesus, that's saying something. And I have to admit, you have great taste in women. A dumb shit about pretty much everything else though!" I teased.
I was about to cave in, when I came to my senses.
"Nope, all the same, tell Laura thanks, but no thanks. So I don't hurt her feelings or something, you guys come to my place next weekend and I'll fix something special, Okay?" I said.
"Suits me. I'll ask Laura and give you a call. Last chance, sure you don't want to meet Sonia?" he asked as he rose to leave.
"I'm sure, thanks though. See ya buddy" was my closing comment.
The next afternoon my cell phone rang, "It's Scott"
"Hi sexy, it's Laura" I heard on the other end.
Laura had never called me on my cell that I could remember.
"John gave me your number. Is this a bad time?" she went on.
That answered the question as to whether John knew about the call.
"No, this is fine. I bet I can guess why you're calling though" I said, glad to talk to her.
"I bet you can. Now come on, you'll hurt my feelings if you don't come" she went straight for the jugular.
"That's bullshit!" I laughed.
More serious now, "Scott, really, I'm not trying to set you up or anything. I just want to have you both over for a little dinner party. If it would help, Sonia gave me the same grief you are, but she's going to come. Please Scott."
"You little minx, you think I can't say 'no' to you! Well, you're probably right. Okay, I'll come" I said.
I caved, and I knew it, but she really could get me to say yes to damn near anything. And being the guy I am, no excuses here, I couldn't get the image that John had painted of Sonia out of my mind. How bad could dinner with my friends and a beautiful woman be, after all?
The rest of the week was hellatious! I had no time to think about Saturday night. I had mess after mess to deal with, and by Saturday I gave serious thought to calling John and Laura and begging off. Two things kept me from that. I didn't want to bail on my friends last minute like that AND, I couldn't get the image of this Sonia woman that John had painted, out of my mind.
I rang the bell right on time. I'd worn a nice, 'casual, dressy' outfit. Not trendy, but very nice. Laura answered the door. Dressed in her trademark 'slut' outfit. She looked fantastic, in a way that made me want to throw her on the floor and fuck her silly!
I didn't, as much as I wanted to.
John was right behind her and gave me a slap on the back and his usual pump my arm off handshake.
It turned out Sonia was already there.
My heart skipped a beat, and my breath caught as I saw her for the first time. I tried my best to be cool. I think I was successful. John's description didn't begin to tell the story.
She was absolutely beautiful. By contrast to Laura, she was wearing a pair of slacks and a very sexy, yet modest blouse. It showed a nice but respectable amount of cleavage.
She had a mane of raven black hair, and emerald green eyes. The combination of the two was devastatingly beautiful. Her hair was shoulder length and sculpted. She wore little makeup, her olive skin and vibrant eyes needed none! Her skin was flawless. Her outfit tried, but was not completely effective, to hide the voluptuous figure she had. There was no doubt about the shapely legs, the tight ass or the large tits. I estimated she was five foot ten inches tall. She was a statuesque woman, without an ounce of fat. Suddenly I was very glad I'd decided to come to dinner!
Okay, okay! Call me a sexist pig if you must, but I LOVE big, firm tits! And this broad had them. I wanted to find out how big, and how firm!
The evening was very pleasant and the dinner fantastic. Laura may be a slut, but she sure can cook.
Conversation with Sonia was easy. She is a lawyer, but unlike the few female lawyers I'd know, she wasn't full of herself. We had a lot of interests and likes in common. All and all we seemed to hit it off pretty well. I still wasn't sure if Laura had tried to set us up, or if she really had just wanted a dinner party, but either way I was glad it had happened. I planned to try and see her again.
After a failed marriage I wasn't interested in a serious relationship and didn't plan to be for a long time. While this woman was very attractive and intelligent, I was interested in some companionship and getting laid. Say what you will, that was my lifestyle. My experience was that plenty of women felt the same way, I just hoped she was one of them, and that she found me as attractive as I found her. Anyway, I intended to find out.
The evening past quickly and it was late before I realized.
"Hey guys, thanks for everything, it has been a wonderful evening, but I think I should shove off now" I said.
I was turning to say goodbye to Sonia when Laura piped up, "Scott, could you give Sonia a ride home? It's on your way."
"What!" Sonia yelled.
Then quieter, she went on. "I'm sorry, but no, I won't impose like that. Laura, you promised no attempts at matchmaking!" Sonia said, but in such a pleasant way it wasn't awkward for either of us.
I laughed. "So did she give you the, 'just a little dinner party, no agenda' bullshit too?" I asked Sonia.
She laughed too. We'd gotten to know each other well enough that my smart ass remark worked.
"Look, I'll call a cab like I always planned." Sonia said, then directed at Laura, but with a smile, "And you, troublemaker, stay out of this!"
I laughed some more. I also liked the way Sonia was reacting. It told me something about her.
"Look Sonia, the troublemaker has already caused the trouble! I don't mind giving you a lift at all, and I'm sure if Laura says it's right on my way that it can't take me more than an extra hour or two!"
Then we all laughed.
"If you're really sure it's not too inconvenient. I really am a little uncomfortable putting you out" she said, making me certain she was sincere.
"Really, it's no big deal. I'd be happy to" I replied.
"Now, if you're done stirring things up, I think I'll drive this lady home" I said to Laura, but with a big grin.
She was grinning too, obviously very self satisfied.
Sonia and I said I final goodbyes and thank yous and headed to my truck.
It was about a 20 minute drive to her place, which was in fact barely out of my way at all. We visited some more and learned a little bit more about each other. Because of Laura's blatant attempt to thrust us together, we had an excuse to discuss our relationship status. It turned out she'd never been married, simply wasn't interest in settling down and valued her freedom. I told her of my failed marriage and self-assessment that I really wasn't husband material. At least not yet, maybe never. We each seemed real comfortable with our own positions and they certainly seemed compatible.
As we neared her house I said, "I am a bit irritated with Laura for having pulled what she did, but I'm actually glad it happened. It gave us this chance to talk and me an easy way to tell you I'd like to see you again."
"I'm glad to hear that, I'd like to see you again too" she replied.
Shortly I pulled up in front of her house.
"Would you care to come in for a night cap?" she asked comfortably.
I was wondering where this might lead, and wasn't about to say no. I figured I'd let her set the tone however, I didn't want to overreact and blow a chance with her later.
"Yes, I'd enjoy that!" I said.
We were soon inside her townhouse. Very nice, very modern, not too big.
"I have some very nice cognac, or would you care for something else?" she offered.
"That sounds great, but since I'm driving and after the beer and wine at John and Laura's, I think I'd better just nurse a beer, thanks" I replied.
"If you accept my invitation to spend the night, you won't have to worry about driving, then you can enjoy the cognac!" she said with a very sexy smile.
I hadn't expected this response, and really wasn't intending to hint for it, but I also wasn't surprised. She struck me as a free sprit, no games, no bullshit woman. I appreciated the lack of 'I don't usually do this kind of thing, but' charade some woman use.
"Well then, cognac it is" I said returning her smile.
I sat on the sofa while she poured the brandy. She handed me mine and sat very close beside me. I took a sip, it was indeed excellent. It wasn't long before the brandy, having barely been touched, was sitting on the table and we were all over each other. Soon she was working off my pants.
"My God what a nice big cock!" she exclaimed.
When you have a cock that's a foot long and big around as a beer can, you never know what reaction you'll get from a woman. This one was obviously pleased with what she saw and had no qualms about it being too big.
All are clothes were on the floor and we were wildly fucking on the couch in no time.
It was raw, fast, sex. It was good. We'd both cum quickly.
She took my hand and led me to her bedroom. Feminine, but not overly so.
I got my first real good look at her naked as we walked. She had an even more stunning body than I thought. Wonderful, round, heart shaped ass, full hips and narrow waist, and very large yet firm breast, with large dark areolas.
We crawled onto the bed and I began to explore every inch of her lovely body with my hands and mouth. I discovered that her nipples were extremely sensitive and responsive, and I wondered if I might be able to make her cum from stimulating them alone. I would have to find out later. She discovered that my cock was fully erect and ready to go again.
"I like it that you're ready again so soon. You are ready aren't you?" she teased.
I was ready. I slipped insider her. She was tight, but had no trouble accepting my full size. We fucked more slowly and gently, but still with plenty of vigor. Having cum so recently I was able to last a good, long time and push her to three orgasms before ultimately filling her with another load of cum.
Sometime during the night I woke to her stroking my cock to it's full size yet again. Once that was accomplished she climbed on top and she fucked me. Slower and more passionately than earlier, but she made sure I was as deep inside her as possible. Being in control, she was able to give herself exactly the stimulation she wanted and by the third time I came, she was in an almost constant state of orgasm where one just rolled into the next. I couldn't tell how many times she actually came, but it was several.
We held each other and slept until morning.
My first thought on waking was, 'Damn! That was some good sex!'
She had woken first and was looking at me. When she saw I was awake too she spoke, "That was a very nice night."
She had the sexy smile again too.
"Yes, it most certainly was" I replied.
I thought about a morning finale, but it just didn't feel right. She must have felt the same. We got up and she made some coffee. We talked and were both very comfortable just being together, it felt quite natural. When the time seemed right I shoved off. I'd gotten both her work and home numbers.
"I've got tickets to a play next Saturday night. I'll give you a call this week and see if it works for you" I said as I was leaving. No pressure, no need for her to commit now. If she wanted to see each other again, we would. If not, it had been great.
"Please do!" was all she said.
I did and we did.
We enjoyed each other again, both socially and physically. More great sex.
We both were happy with the way our relationship was shaping up. No possessiveness.
We saw each other about once a week, sometimes more, sometimes less. We'd talk every few days or so. She'd call, I'd call, very casual. The sex was great and kept getting better. As far as I was concerned it was perfect. One night I stopped into a bar by myself. The owner was a customer, but I really just stopped for a drink and to say 'Hi'.
As I crossed the room I saw Sonia with a guy. Fairly obvious it was a date. I was pleased to note that it didn't bother me a bit.
"Scott" she called out.
I walked over and said hello. She was nonplussed. She introduced me to her date as 'her friend Scott'.
I stayed a minute, but didn't sit.
"I'll talk to you soon" I said as I walked away. On my way out I waved. So did she. The whole thing completely comfortable.
We'd been going on like that for about six weeks when one Friday night things took a turn. She'd called and invited me over for a night in. She was going to fix something special and asked me if I'd rent a movie. The evening was going along nicely. Dinner had been especially good and I was helping her clear and clean up. Since we weren't going out, we'd each had a little more wine than normal. She was a bit tipsy and acting a little silly. Not drunk, just relaxed.
She was rinsing plates and I was clearing and as I brought in the last of the dishes she looked at me with mischievous expression and without any warning pointed the dish sprayer at me and gave me a shot of water. Not much, but my face was all wet and I'm sure I looked stunned.
Then she started to laugh. I wasn't mad, but I didn't think it was very funny.
With an odd sort of look I'd not seen before she said, "Oh my! That was quite naughty of me!"
A little bell went off in my head. I'd seen hints, but wasn't sure. I decided it was time to find out.
"You know what happens to naughty girls, don't you" I said with mock seriousness.
With a sly grin she simply nodded her head.
Without another word, I took her by the hand and led her to one of the dinning room chairs. I sat down with her standing in front of me. I undid her jeans and pulled them and her panties down to her knees. I bent her over my lap and proceeded to give her a good old fashioned bare hand spanking.
I wasn't spanking real hard, but hard enough that I knew it stung plenty and it was leaving nice red hand prints on her olive skin. Something I find incredibly erotic.
She was squirming and moaning in a way that had nothing to do with the pain. Soon she crying out, "Ouch! OW! OH! OOOUCH!"
I went on until I thought she'd had enough.
"Don't stop yet" she almost whispered.
I started back up, this time quite a bit harder.
Her yelps were proportionately louder and after about eight more swats she cried, "Okay now that's enough!"
Still I didn't stop.
"OW, PLEASE STOP NOW, REALLY!" she yelled.
I gave her about three more while she continued to protest before I stopped for good.
"I guess I deserved that!" she said coquettishly, still over my knee.
I slipped my finger between her thighs and into her pussy, which was gushing with her juices.
"I guess you enjoyed it too!" I said.
She didn't reply.
I let her up and we headed straight for the bed. I fucked her hard, and I mean HARD, much more so than we'd ever done before. She came more explosively than I'd ever seen her. We fucked and sucked the rest of the night. No movie that night.
The next morning we were having coffee and I noticed that Sonia was far more pensive than I'd ever seen before.
"What's up, something wrong?" I asked, my normal direct self.
She looked at me and took a breath.
"I have something to confess, and I'm afraid you're going to be upset with me. I don't want that" she said softly.
"Only one way to find out" I replied.
"True. Scott, Laura had told me a lot about you before we ever met" she plunged ahead.
"Like what?" I said, not really surprised.
"Well" and she smiled and perked up a little, "like what a nice guy you are. And that's certainly true. Also that you are well endowed, and though that's certainly true, I'd say she understated things!"
I chuckled.
"But the main thing is she told me about what you did for her and Scott and about the trips to your cabin" she was subdued again.
"So you see when we first met I knew quite a bit more about you than you did about me. Laura told me, because she wanted to me to meet you. I resisted, because like you, I don't like blind dates or being set up. But after she told me about you I was interested enough to meet you. You have to believe me though, when I tell you that I really had told her I was going to take a cab that night we met. My car was in the shop and they didn't finish it on time. That little trick she pulled was all her. Honest, I wouldn't have gone along with that. I don't like to play games. At least not those games" she smiled at the last.
"There is more. You know Laura and I were roommates, we don't go back as far as you and Scott, but we're nearly as close. And, after last night you probably already know, that we share the same 'interests' in certain areas. If anything I was even more wild than Laura in college. I've been trying to find the right time to tell you all this. I figured after last night, this was it.
"Are you upset with me?" she asked earnestly.
Using my frequent, answer a question with a question, technique I asked, "Have you lied to me?"
"No, of course not" she said, surprised.
"Have you taken advantage of me in any way?"
She smiled and replied, "Well, maybe in bed, but no, not the way you mean."
"So the only thing you did was not tell me that you knew more about me than I was aware and if I would have asked, I'm sure you would have told me" it wasn't a question.
"Yes I would have" she answered anyway.
"Then other than being irked at that conniving little bitch Laura, I don't see anything to be upset about. And I can't even really be angry with her, because if she'd behaved herself, I'd never have met you. And that WOULD upset me!" I laughed.
She was clearly relieved and came over to sit in my lap. She started kissing me and running her hands up and down my back.
"Keep that up and you're going to get yourself fucked again!" I told her.
"Promise?" she giggled.
Within five minutes we were back in bed fucking hard again.
After we calmed down Sonia rolled up on her elbow and looking at me said, "There is one more thing I need to tell you."
"What's that" I said curiously.
"I'd love for you to invite me up to your cabin for a weekend like you had with Laura!" she said both excited and shy at the same time.
"Just how much did Laura tell you about the trips to the cabin?" I asked before responding to her very enticing idea.
"That's a hard question to answer since I don't know how much the IS to tell. But, just the generalities. What it was like with the two of you. What it was like with the three of you. That you are very experienced, and very careful, but that you can be extremely severe. I gathered you were trying to give both her and John an object lesson and probably went faster and harder than would be usual" she explained.
"That sounded like someone who is pretty experienced themselves talking?" it was a question.
"It wouldn't be my first time" she said evasively.
"She tell you any specifics at all?" I probed.
"No, not really. She did tell me that the first time with just the two of you she didn't have a safe word. That kind of surprised me, I wouldn't be willing to do that" this last she said cautiously.
"I wouldn't let you! It was an very unusual set of circumstances. I'm curious about something, and feel free to decline responding, but what did Laura feel about no safe word after the fact?" was my response.
"She just said she wouldn't do it again, but she'd trusted you throughout. She said you were extremely hard on her, but never more than she could handle, just barely so sometimes I gather. She also said she wouldn't have given up the experience for anything. That impressed me!" Sonia replied.
"How hard would you want me to be with you?" I asked directly.
"I'm confident you know how to do this. I'd expect and trust that we'd feel our way as we introduce this into our relationship" she responded, equally directly.
"She tell you any details about setup or equipment or anything?"
"Nope, none of that. Just about the experience, not the details. Anyway, I hope you will invite me sometime" she said more boldly.
"I don't think I could be ready to do that before this afternoon!" I replied, not one to waste time.
She laughed, I didn't.
"Really? Are you serious?" she asked.
"If you are. I can go home, get ready and be back here in less than two hours, we'd get there late this afternoon" I said evenly, excited by the idea.
"Well don't just lay they, get your ass moving! I'll be ready before you get back" she said, excitedly.
*To be continued...*
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Steve's Auto Shop Ch. 02 | 18,236 | 4.62 | 185,486 | [
"grocery bags",
"cheese crackers",
"rough treatment",
"back shop",
"cool night",
"back shoulders",
"hands sides",
"night air",
"ran hands",
"back"
] | I spent several minutes in the ladies room, cleaning myself up, repairing my makeup, combing the passion induced snarls out of the back of my hair. When I emerged, Steve was waiting for me. He handed me my keys and paperwork. I blushed furiously but he smiled gently and didn’t seem to be judgmental.
“Umm…Jorge isn’t really a one-woman kinda guy,” he said.
I laughed. “That’s OK, I’m not going to drop in and stare mooney-eyed at him all the time, or make loud scenes in front of your customers. This was just a …”
I trailed off, trying to find words to convince him I wasn’t a horny slut, despite today’s evidence to the contrary.
“…a one-time walk on the wild side for me.” I sighed heavily. “See, I broke up with my boyfriend about six months ago and I just got to feeling lonely and deprived…” I trailed off again.
“I can relate to that. My wife died in an accident three years ago. I didn’t think I’d make it at first. It’s better now but there are still times when I get so lonely I think I could die.”
How sad. I’d been bringing my car to Steve’s Auto for the past several years but I didn’t know he’d lost his wife.
“I’m sorry,” I said quietly.
“Like I said, it’s better now. I’ve even started dating recently, although I’m not seeing anyone at the moment.”
“Well, if you’re not busy, would you like to go grab a bite to eat?” I asked. “Sounds like we could both use the company.”
“Love to,” he said. “We can just leave your car locked in the shop and come back for it afterwards.” He opened the door to the shop and indicated for me to precede him in. He led me over to a gleaming black BMW motorcycle.
“Do you mind?” he asked, indicating the bike. “I like to ride this when the weather’s nice.”
“Ohhh…I’d love it. But only if you promise you’ll take us out on a back road and really open it up. I haven’t ridden a motorcycle in years. I’m not sure I’m dressed for it, though!”
“Well, it’s dark,” he chuckled, “so nobody will be able to see. But here,” he handed me a leather jacket, “it’s getting cooler since the sun’s gone down.”
He rolled the bike out of the shop, lowered the overhead door and kick started the motor. I buckled on his extra helmet and mounted the bike behind him, arranging my skirt the best I could to preserve my modesty. It took me a few minutes to get accustomed to the motion of the bike and I clutched Steve’s middle tightly until I could relax. My pussy still felt swollen and my ass ached from Jorge’s punishment. The thin silk panties I wore were no barrier between me and the vibrations of the powerful motor. I felt my nipples begin to harden as I spread my thighs wider and snuggled closer to Steve’s back.
He headed north on the main drag out of town and I sat back and just enjoyed the ride. All too soon the bike rolled to a stop. We were in the parking lot of a small convenience store.
“Wait right here,” he instructed, and dashed inside. Bemused, I waited obediently. Steve returned shortly with a couple of grocery bags which he stowed in one of the saddlebags.
“I thought we could have a picnic up at Black Mountain,” he said. As he remounted the bike, I noticed a decided bulge in the front of his khaki pants. I pressed close to him again as we continued toward the park. If my hands accidentally brushed his lap when I adjusted my position, I don’t think he minded. My panties were damp from my proximity to Steve’s warm body combined with the rumbling of the powerful motorcycle between my legs.
When we reached the gates of the park, I spotted the sign that said PARK CLOSES AT DUSK and figured we’d have to go somewhere else, but Steve just dismounted and helped me down. Then he simply rolled the bike up on the grass and around the chain-wrapped gates. We headed for the small lake. He parked and extracted the grocery bags and a picnic blanket from the saddlebag.
“Are you always prepared or what?” I joked, indicating the blanket.
“I was a Boy Scout,” he admitted, blushing a little. I was charmed by this quiet admission. His gentle consideration was soothing after Jorge’s rough treatment. I looked at him more closely. We’d met several times over the years but I’d never really seen him. He wasn’t in-your-face handsome like Jorge, but with his sandy hair, brown eyes and average build he was nice-looking in a quiet, steady way.
We strolled slowly down to the path surrounding the lake. The moon was up and it was almost as bright as day. He selected a picnic table at the water’s edge and helped me walk over the rough ground to get there. He folded the blanket over and indicated I should sit on the bench facing the water. I tried to take the bags from him and set out the picnic but he waved me away.
He spread out a six pack of imported beer, cheese and crackers, a bag of cookies, and some slightly worse-for-wear bananas. “Pickings were pretty slim,” he observed.
“It’s wonderful,” I said. “After all that…activity…earlier, I’m really hungry.”
“I can imagine,” he said dryly. “I watched you, you know.”
“I know. At the time I was turned on by it, but now that you’re not a stranger anymore, I’m embarrassed by it,” I said quietly.
“Don’t be. It aroused me more than anything has in a very long time. You’re incredibly sexy and strong. Most girls just let Jorge do whatever he wants without a whimper.”
With that, he turned his attention to his dinner, polishing off a couple of beers and a good quantity of cheese, crackers and fruit. I ate my fill and then sighed deeply, breathing in the cool night air.
“It’s beautiful,” I said.
“Yes it is,” he agreed, looking right at me. My breath caught in my throat and I licked my suddenly dry lips. He followed my darting tongue with his eyes.
“I want to kiss you,” he stated. Not bothering to answer, I laid my hand gently on his cheek and brought my mouth to his. We shared a sweet, exploratory kiss, breath mingling and tongues dancing. He pulled back and rested his forehead against mine for a minute. Then he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me again, a long deep kiss that had my toes tingling. He ran his hands over my arms, my back, my shoulders. Then he kissed the corners of my mouth and nibbled his way down my neck.
He delicately licked my ear. His warm breath made me shiver and I could feel my nipples tighten. As if sensing this, he ran his hands up my sides and began to lightly caress my breasts. I ran my own hands over his strong shoulders and biceps.
“I want to see you in the moonlight,” he said. He pulled me to my feet and slowly slipped off my jacket, following it with my lacy top. As he unhooked my bra, I glanced around uneasily.
“No one’s around for miles,” he reassured me.
The cool night air made my nipples even harder, and Steve teased me by licking and nibbling at my breast, circling around the nipple but not touching it. He reached behind me and unzipped my skirt, slipping it down my legs along with my panties. Drawing me against him, he gave me another slow, sweet kiss. Standing there naked, pressed up against his fully clothed body, was extremely erotic and I could feel my pussy lips swelling. I was already very wet. Placing my hands on his ass, I rubbed it all over, pushing his growing erection against my mound. We rocked back and forth that way for a few minutes, with my increasingly restless hands wandering all over his ass, back, shoulders and chest. Finally, he allowed me to unbutton his shirt. I explored his strong chest, taking a few minutes to tease his nipples with fingers and tongue. Then I slowly removed his shoes, socks and pants, leaving us both naked in the moonlight.
Steve sat down on the bench, one leg on either side. He pulled me across his lap. Balancing with my hands on his shoulders, I teased us both by sliding my wet pussy back and forth across his hard cock. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the delicious friction generated by his thick, hot dick rubbing up and down against my clit. He put his hands on my hips, grinding my slippery wet box into him. We were both panting with excitement. He slowed the movement of my hips and stared into my eyes.
“I want to be inside you,” he said.
I rose slightly and grasped his rock-hard penis, slipping it inside my warm pussy. We both drew a sharp breath as he slowly slid deep inside. He held my hips again and guided me up and down in a slow rhythm. We kissed and looked into each other’s eyes and I could feel my orgasm building. I tried to speed up, but he just kept the same tempo, making it last. I raised up on tiptoe, pulling myself up high enough so that just the head of Steve’s cock was resting between my pussy lips. I waited a beat then slowly lowered myself back down. I did this over and over until it was he who was desperate to speed up. He finally began to circle my clit with his thumb, increasing the intensity along with his thrusts. My head dropped back and my eyes closed. My nipples brushed lightly against his chest and ached for something more. I reached up and took one in my hand, twisting and pulling. Steve placed a hand on the other breast and squeezed the nipple hard.
“You’re going to make me come,” I whispered.
“Look at me,” he instructed, “I want to see your face when you go over the edge.”
I did as he asked, and seconds later I felt a wrenching climax wash over me. I shuddered in his arms, eyes going blind. He held me tightly, driving his hard-on deep inside me. Then his body tensed and he thrust one final time. It was his turn to shudder and I felt his throbbing cock squirt a thick stream of cum into my quivering pussy. I went limp, resting my head on his shoulder. I could feel our mingled juices slowly leaking around where we were still joined.
“Are you cold?” he asked a few minutes later. Without waiting for an answer, he got up and gathered our scattered clothes; helping me dress and then putting his own clothes back on.
Packing up the remnants of our picnic, we made our way back to where the bike was parked.
“We’ll go back to the shop and get your car, then I’ll follow to make sure you get home OK,”
Steve said.
“There’s no need for you to do that,” I protested.
“Oh, yes there is,” he grinned, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“All right then,” I laughed, “but only if you let me drive.”
He gave me a quick refresher in gearshift, clutch, brake and accelerator. We mounted the motorcycle and started off down the road, the bike bucking and screeching under my inexpert handling. Playfully, Steve began to stroke my hips and thighs, rubbing his hands up the sides of my breasts.
“You better stop,” I yelled. “We might crash.”
“Aw, hell,” he said good-naturedly, “we’re only going 15 miles an hour!”
But he reluctantly stopped his distracting explorations. I gained more confidence as we rode and we made it safely back to the shop. He followed me home as promised, but our night didn’t end there… |
Still More Friends! Ch. 02 | 40,961 | 4.7 | 163,848 | [
"stopped time",
"ass pretty",
"hands high",
"god scott",
"willow tree",
"bent picked",
"high head",
"firm voice",
"legal age",
"tit fucking"
] | Once again I'd like to thank the many readers who took time to send me feedback on "What are friends for?" and "More of what friends are for". The response was far more than I ever expected.
I hope everyone likes it at least as well as the first two. Please let me know your thoughts either way.
If by chance you haven't read both of the first two, this story is a continuation and relies on understanding both the characters and the background in those. I strongly encourage you to read them first, and in order.
Regards,
Nasty
Now on to the story:
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I was back in 90 minutes, having grabbed some clothes (not many) and some 'toys'. Sonia was already to go, wearing jeans and a cotton shirt, plus shoes for walking as I'd told her. She had a small bag. She might have put on practical clothes, but the way they fit her made her look sexy as hell!
After a stop on the way for groceries, we reached the cabin by 3:00. We opened the place up, put stuff away and decided to go for a walk and let Sonia have a look around. I went to my bag and slipped a couple of things in my pockets.
We were off across the meadow heading for the lake. It was a warm and beautiful day, just perfect for what I had in mind. With Sonia's long legs she could easily keep up with my brisk pace. We were at the lake shore in no time. We strolled along the water's edge toward the willow tree I'd used to advantage with Laura on both her trips. I'd purposely angled our path so we ended up quite a way from the tree when we reached the lake. We stopped to watch a family of ducks paddling across the glassy water. The ducklings looked like little bundles of fluff. They must have been only a few days old. Sonia 'ooh'd an aww'd'.
Casually I said, "See that willow tree" as we were still a few hundred yards away.
"It's pretty" she replied.
"Laura mention anything about it to you?" I asked casually, wanting to find how much Sonia might know about what to expect.
Clearly puzzled, she said, "What about it?"
"Come on, I'll show you" I countered.
Her look turned from one of puzzlement to curiosity. I'm sure she guessed there would be some 'play' in our immediate future having to do with the tree.
When we reached the tree the old rope swing wasn't obvious, but I could see it. It had tangled in the branches, probably in a wind. It would be simple to pull it down, however.
"Why don't you get undressed now" I said in a firm voice.
She didn't speak, just smiled and slowly undressed, laying her clothes in a pile. It was very sexy. God she had great big, beautiful tits that were just begging for some abuse, which they were about to receive.
I led her by the hand to the spot where I wanted her. I reached up and over and pulled the rope down. The look on her face said she had a pretty good idea what was coming.
"Hands high over your head!" I ordered.
She noticeably hesitated for an instant. We'd not discussed safe words any further since we'd agreed she have one. After just that brief pause, she demonstrated her trust by reaching high over head. The way that lifted and thrust her tits made me almost gasp.
I moved in very close to her, letting her breasts rub against my chest as I tied her hands as high as I could, then I stepped back. She looked at me expectantly. We both knew why.
I looked her square in the eyes, "Yellow for slowdown, red for stop."
She smiled slightly and nodded.
I leaned back in to attend to her nipples. Alternately licking and sucking one , while gently tweaking and pulling the other.
She moaned.
I switched.
"GREEN, GREEN" she called with a laugh.
I bit on the one in my mouth, just hard enough to pinch it. I squeezed the other about the same amount.
She gasped.
I stood and smiled at her, "You won't be saying that much longer!"
"I've learned how sensitive your breasts and especially your nipples are!" I said.
"They do enjoy all kinds of stimulation" she replied, doing her part to guide our exploring.
I smiled at her as I turned to walk to the tree and cut the end off of four branches, each one about 18 inches long, but each slightly different. One was a little heavier and full of leaves, the next two were lighter, stringier and had fewer, smaller leaves, and the last a very young branch tip that was almost more cord-like and had a few very small leaves. I took the last one and stripped off what few leaves it did have.
I returned to her, set down the branches and resumed sucking one nipple while teasing the other, back and forth. She was soon moaning happily again. After several minutes I stuck two fingers of my free hand as far up her gushing cunt as I could while roughly rubbing my thumb up and down her clit.
This drew much more vocal and louder moans and groans of pleasure from her.
I continued until I could tell she was just about to cum, then naturally I stopped.
She emitted another groan, of frustration this time.
I bent and picked up all four branches in a bunch and started to lightly smack her tits. This was much like slapping barehanded very gently, but it was an even softer blow due to the leaves. I'm sure it didn't hurt, but was stimulating the skin and making her entire breasts even more sensitive. The moaning was still present, but much quieter. Her orgasm was slipping further and further away.
After whipping for about the same length of time I'd spent sucking, I set down the branches and started sucking again. Same as before back and forth and when she got warmed up significantly I jammed my hand into her crotch.
The reaction was even more robust than before and took less time before I had to stop.
When I picked the branches up this time, I left the heaviest one on the ground. When I started whipping the difference was clear, without the padding the heavier branch had provided, the improvised whip stung some. I leisurely worked over her breasts.
She grunted and her orgasm receded more quickly. Soon she was whimpering in mild pain.
"uhg" "uhg" "uhh" "ohh"
When she started, "OW, OH OW!!" It was time to switch back to the pleasure cycle again.
Despite the fact that her tits and especially nipples, were starting to get somewhat tender, she was on the edge of cumming quite soon.
When I stopped this time she spoke, "God, I wish you wouldn't stop!"
"Maybe when I run out of branches I won't" I replied, a bit cryptically.
I picked up only two of the branches and started to abuse her tits some more. A little harder and a little faster and the elimination of one of the two medium branches resulted in and even more stinging blows. Slight marks were starting to show on her tits and the olive skin was beginning to glow an almost bronze color. It was quite a sight.
I started to work her tits over some more. This time I knew it stung good and hard.
Soon I was getting the response I was looking for!
"OW, OHH, DAMN! FUCK SCOTT! JESUS THAT HURTS!"
I kept whipping until I knew it didn't just sting, it really hurt!"
She wasn't crying or sobbing, yet! But she was seriously begging, telling me, she really wanted it to stop.
I kept on for a few more lashes, then stopped!
I happened to reward her nipples with attention immediately. I started paying attention to her cunt right away too!
She was writhing on my hand in no time. Trying to fuck my fingers. I let her try, but avoided letting her get what she really wanted. She moaned and groaned non-stop.
Once she was finally right at the edge, and I did let her get so close she was crazed when I stopped this time, she screamed out, "NOOOOO!"
"GOD DAMN YOU! DON'T STOP NOW!"
I had her exactly where I wanted her!
"Want to cum, do you my PET!" I asked.
"FUCK YES!" she nearly screamed in close to defiance.
By way of response, I started to assault her cunt again. Coupled with sucking and tweaking those fantastic tits!
It didn't take long before her knees were about to buckle. She was so juicy it was running down her thighs and drenching whichever hand I happened to have stuffed up her cunt.
She was so close, and so WILD that she was about to break my wrist. I stopped everything except to grab a hold of her clit and pinch it as hard.
I was actually afraid it was going to make the slut cum. To my pleasure, I realized it was almost enough, but not quite. I waited for her to come down some before picking up the last whip-like branch.
I knew her tits had to hurt pretty bad by now. This switch would sting more than before and leave marks, possibly even small welts.
"When I finish this I'll be out of branches, I might just make you cum then!" I said cruelly teasing her.
The message was clear and I knew she got it. Even the last whipping had pushed her limits. I knew she would be close to using her safe word this time. If she did we were finished for now and she wouldn't get to cum. If she could hold out, well she MIGHT get to cum, but I'd left it a 'definite maybe'!
I started out easy, but increased the strength and frequency quickly. After quite a few strokes I began to concentrate on her nipples mostly. Her reaction was one of significant discomfort and pain.
Soon she was near her limit.
"SCOTT STOP! PLEASE STOP! OH GOD IT HURTS SO BAD, PLEASE! PLEASE STOP!"
I slowed down a little. And eased up a little too, but didn't stop. I focused the next six strikes on her nipples, making sure the very ends of the twigs were landing right on her nipples.
She screamed out in pain and was fighting to avoid using her safe word I could tell. I stopped just before I was sure she was going to.
She slumped in relief when I dropped the branch.
Without pause, I started licking and sucking her nipples, but pretty gently. Even so, after the working over I'd given them they were extremely sore, but equally sensitive. At first the attention was obviously somewhat painful, but the pain was soon overcome by the pleasure.
Her sounds of discomfort were soon replaced with lustful moans. As her arousal heightened I increased the stimulation, first adding manual manipulation of whichever breast I wasn't orally attending to, and finally began working on her pussy and clit with my free hand.
Soon she was flying toward orgasm again.
"Yes, oh yes! Oh God Scott, YES! Oh please! PLEASE!!" she begged, clearly afraid I'd stop again.
I had decided that I was going to make her cum as hard as I could. I wanted the pleasure to contrast to the pain and reward her for not using her safe word.
I wasn't long at all before she was screaming out and cumming very hard indeed. You could hear her cries of climax echo back across the lake.
She sagged, barely able to support herself.
I quickly untied her and helped her lay down on the big patch of moss nearby.
She was breathing heavily still, but watching me closely to see what was next. I could tell I'd given her just the right mix for it to work well for her.
I had myself so wound up I needed to cum badly!
As I started to undress, she started to smile.
"First you whip my boobs (she always referred to them as boobs, with a set like hers, guess she is definitely entitled!) and now I suppose you intend to ravish my pussy!" she said grinning.
"Actually I was thinking of grabbing a hold of those nipples and tit fucking you until I cum all over your face, but now that you mention it, stuffing you full of cock and fucking the Hell out of your cunt sounds better after all!" I teased.
She smiled and said, "Good!"
I really had considered tit fucking her, but that would have been more pain than I wanted to give her so soon.
So I laid down on top of her and did stuff her full of cock and gave her cunt a pounding fuck. I knew I wouldn't last long and decided this fuck was for me. I wasn't going to worry whether she came again or not. I needn't have bothered. I was quickly racing toward orgasm when she started to cum again. That did it, her pussy pulsing around my cock caused an explosion in my balls. I was cumming deep inside her as her own climax was ending.
We just laid on the cool moss for a while in silence. I stood and started to dress. She copied me.
"Just your shoes, nothing else!" I directed.
She smiled. What an amazing body she has!
Once I was dressed I bent and picked up her clothes in a ball.
"Let's head back to the cabin." I said, then "Wait! It just doesn't seem right with you wearing nothing at all!"
I set the clothes down and fished in my pocket, retrieving a pair of nipple clamps.
"No!" she said softly, without thinking.
"Yes!" I said in an equally soft, yet very firm voice.
And I proceeded to tweak first one nipple then the other until they were both fully erect. I attached the clamps, not very tight, but as sensitive as her nipples were, I knew she was feeling it already. I dug in my pocket again, this time pulling out two small weights which I hung from the clamps.
"Much nicer!" I said.
We headed back to the cabin, Sonia letting little groans escape regularly.
When we got there I removed the clamps which caused a little yelping.
I told Sonia to sit and relax and I'd fix us a little snack, which I did.
We sat around quite normally just visiting for a while. Normally, other than her nakedness, with which she was completely comfortable. A woman who looks like she does naked damn sure should be comfortable with it.
I now had a pretty good idea how rough she liked it and how much she could take. An endurance contest between her and Laura could get quite brutal I imagined. They both have extraordinarily high limits.
I absolutely intended for this weekend to be far milder than either of the ones I'd spent here with Laura. This was totally different for one thing and for another, I didn't want to scare her off.
We spent most of the afternoon lounging. I fixed us a nice dinner after which I strung her up and worked her ass over pretty good with the crop. After that I shoved the smaller of my two butt plugs up her chute, took her to bed and fucked her silly. She may have been in a fair bit of discomfort, but she came repeatedly and violently. Another woman for whom pain was an aphrodisiac. I was on quite a run of good luck lately.
I made her sleep with the plug in place, but it didn't keep her from her frequent habit of waking me up and fucking with her on top in the middle of the night.
The next morning was pretty low key. I had plans for one final session before we left. After breakfast I swapped the big butt plug for the smaller one. Sonia wasn't quite a tight there as Laura. I figured anal was far more frequent for her than Laura, but the size of the thing still made her wiggle and squirm and especially groan as I inserted it. She moved cautiously too.
By early afternoon I was ready to implement my plan.
I strapped her over my horse. It made her ass, pussy, tits and mouth all totally accessible and at just the right height, while holding her nearly immobile. I attached some lightweight nipple clamps and a couple of nasty clips on her pussy lips.
I was receiving the moans and groans I anticipated as I undressed.
As I moved to stand right in front of her, "Now, you are going to give me the best blowjob I've ever had or I'm going to fuck you up the ass so hard you won't be able to sit down for a week. Get it?" I asked in my mean voice.
"Oh God Scott, you're way to big for that, please!" she begged.
I knew that wasn't true. Oh sure, she'd be sore as Hell after taking my girth up her ass, but I was pretty sure she wanted to experience it anyway. Besides, we both knew how this would turn out. In our more vanilla sexual beginnings she'd tried to suck me off and could never really take me inside her mouth at all. She just had too small a jaw, not an uncommon difficulty for women I'd known. There certainly weren't many like Laura, unfortunately!
I moved to her face and started to rub the head of my cock all over it. I'd left her hands free for this part for a reason. She put them to good use instantly. She worked on my balls with one hand and nearly yanked my cock out of my own hand. She quickly went to work licking all over my head and most sensitive spots just where it met the shaft. She used the tip of her tongue to probe my pee hole, something she knew I loved.
She kept after my balls with one hand while using the other to alternately jack my shaft and two-handling my balls. It was soon apparent that her strategy was to get me off before I assaulted her ass, knowing it would take quite a while for me to again get hard enough to ream her asshole.
It felt so damn good I just let her keep at it for a while. Besides I wanted to be a bit closer to cumming when I did fuck her lovely ass. I didn't want to make a marathon session of it, but I sure as Hell didn't intend to stop before I came deep inside her.
"You fucking slut! If you can't even get it in your mouth I'm moving to your asshole right now!" I barked.
I'll give her credit, she redoubled her effort and was actually able to get the head barely in her mouth. That was significantly more than she'd ever done before and it felt really good. Too good, if I were going to last more than a moment in her ass.
"That's pathetic!" I growled, not meaning it at all. "You better get it good and wet while I count to ten, because you're so pitiful at this that I'm going to fuck your ass now and since you did such a poor job with your mouth, the only lube you get is what's left on that plug and your spit on my cock!"
I could sense her panic as her entire body tensed and she started to lick and literally slobber all over my cock.
I counted to ten and pulled my cock away from her.
While I tied her hands behind her back she was beseeching me, "Oh God Scott, NO! Please use some lube, oh please! You really will tear me apart otherwise!"
"So you knew along that you could handle my big cock up your ass, didn't you. Probably couldn't wait until you found out I intend to dry fuck you, huh!" I tormented.
"NOOO, OH GOD NO, PLEASSSSEEE! DON'T!!!" she begged.
Her hands now tied and her position so that she couldn't look back at me, I picked up the lube which had been handy all along and quickly squirted a healthy amount on my cock, smearing it all around. I stood behind her and grasped the large plug and pulled hard and swift.
"FUCK!" she shouted as it came out.
"What was the easy part bitch!" and with that I placed my cockhead at her pucker and started to push. None too gently either.
She screamed even louder, "LUBE! OH GOD PLEASE!!"
"Shut the fuck up!" I said and landed a good hard hand slap on her ass cheek.
As I pushed harder still and my cock started to slide in, not easily mind you, but with only reasonable resistance, she realized I'd been toying with her.
"You bastard!" she growled.
I laughed hard as I continued to stuff cock up her ass.
It wasn't long before I was giving her good, long, balls deep thrusts.
She was no stranger to this and while she was fully stretched and I'm sure it hurt some, her pleasure response was clear.
After what I'd allowed her to do to my cock with her hands and mouth, I really wasn't going to last long. I reached down and started to squeeze and manipulate her clit.
Her groans turned to loud moans and any though to the pain on her part vanished.
I was getting close and fucking her harder and faster.
As I started to cum I pinched her clit hard and pulled. That was all she needed, we were cumming together and each violently. It lasted what seemed like forever before I felt my cock stop it's spasms.
She slumped as much as the horse would allow. I moved quickly to remove the clamps and free her.
We took a shower, together naturally. Cleaned up and packed and headed home.
I pulled up in front of her house, grabbed her bag out of the back and came around the truck. By the time I got to her side she had the door open, but hadn't gotten out yet. It's a high truck and a long step down.
"Want a hand?" I asked gently.
"That would be nice, please" she replied.
I helped her climb down. The weekends activities and the two hour ride in the truck, had her stiffening up quite a bit.
I walked her to the door. She was moving tentatively.
As we walked I said, "Take a hot bath, real hot. It will help the stiffness."
She smiled and said, "Yes, I know."
'Dumb thing to say Scott', I thought, of course she knows.
She turned and put her arms around my neck and gave me a very wonderful, sexy kiss.
"Thanks, I had a really good time. I hope you'll invite me again sometime" she cooed.
"Count on it!" I said, very seriously.
I headed home to get ready for a very busy week coming up.
*To be continued...*
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The Weekend
Saturday
I sensed a lot more light in the room then there had been when I had fallen asleep—but I didn’t have to open my eyes to know where it came from; it would be morning sunlight streaming through the row of narrow windows near the vaulted ceiling of the bedroom. I hadn’t worried about covering them, since it would take a very tall, extendable ladder for anyone to be able to see into the bedroom from outside, and being so high above the head of the bed, anyone foolish enough to be out on that ladder in the middle of the night—attempting to peek into my bedroom—would have only been able to glimpse the foot of the bed at best. And that portion of my recent debauchery bed would have been cast in shadow, anyway.
I opened my eyes and verified the fact that the sun was, indeed, up by the white textured ceiling of the bedroom being bathed in the sharp brilliance of the sun’s warm light. As far as sensations go, while a glorious event, I grant you, this one was still a fairly mundane occurrence. However, the particular scent I became very much aware of with my first conscious breath—even though it was a newly acquired scent—was now just as firmly ingrained in my mind as witnessing the sun rising in the east every morning.
I slid my eyes to the right and there it was; the source of the scent that breathed more life into me then the morning sun ever had. It was the unmistakable acrid muskiness of young black male genitals. The black cock beside my face didn’t look quite as it had the last time I had seen it; then it had been only semi-erect. I had fallen asleep on Darnell’s shoulder, but had awoken sometime in the wee hours of the morning and the stirring sight of Darnell’s dark crotch bathed in silver moonlight being reflected off the white ceiling had drawn me like magnet. I had slid down, taken it in my mouth, and had been sucking softly, with Darnell barely stirring. And I knew Darnell hadn’t cum, because—sad to say—I had fallen back to sleep—with his thickening cock in my mouth like a big black pacifier—before I could suck him off enough to nut in my mouth.
But now was an entirely different situation. Darnell’s erection was a raging black hardon, jutting up at an acute angle from his groin… like a black guided missile, complete with its angry purple warhead, ready to blast off toward the enemy. So, now would be the perfect time to see how much muscle memory my esophagus had retained from the previous night’s endeavors on behalf of this fine black cock.
I rose up on my elbow, kissed the peeslit, then took the satin smooth crown of his cock into my mouth. ‘Good Lord’ I thought as I began to go down on that cock; it felt somehow harder in my mouth this morning, much harder than it had felt all of the night before. I took another couple of inches of his cock into my mouth, and with the head entering my reflexively relaxed esophagus, I wondered why this was.
Then I felt Darnell’s hand on the back of my head. “Like my piss-hard, Diane?”
I couldn’t turn my head; if I did, I would loose his cock from my mouth and I wasn’t about to do that. So, I scooted around on the bed until I was between his legs and could see his face. I rose up and reluctantly loosed my oral hold on his cock to ask, “Your what?”
“My piss hardon,” he chuckled. “Guys wake up with a piss-hard, Mrs. C. Happens cause we’re young and naturally hard all the time, but also cause we always gotta piss first thing in the morning.”
Well, that answered my earlier musing; Darnell’s cock being hard was the result of him having to pee. “How long can you hold off peeing?”
”Not long.”
“Well, give me some warning before you do,” I said and swallowed his entire cock. I sucked up and down furiously. I wanted see if could make him blow me a morning load of cum before he couldn’t hold back his pee any longer.
I lost as a strong stream of hot piss flooded my mouth. I quickly clenched my hand around his cock, with my thumb pressed tight against the large vein underneath, cutting off the flow of pee, and yanked my mouth off his cock. I was fuming, but with my lips pressed tight together and my cheeks bulging out from the mouth full of Darnell’s piss, I couldn’t read him the enraged riot act that was building inside me. I scrambled off the bed and raced for the bathroom.
Darnell was right behind me as I opened my mouth and spewed his salty piss into the toilet bowl. “I’m real sorry, Mrs. C,” he said remorsefully as he moved in and flipped up the seat. He forced his hard black cock down and pissed. “I tried to hold it long as I could, but the way you was suckin’…”
Hearing the honest apology in his voice, my anger dissipated. Darnell hadn’t meant to pee in my mouth. It had just… happened… partially because of my sucking. “Here, “ I said, wrapping my hand around his, ‘let me hold it for you, Darnell.” My aim was getting better and I played the strong stream of pee around the bowl, unaware that I was unconsciously licking the droplets of salty urine from my lips.
But D’bone caught me doing it. “Like the taste of piss, slut?”
I realized what I was doing and ceased immediately. Then, after a long soul-searching moment, I shrugged my shoulders and smiled sheepishly. “It isn’t exactly expensive brandy, nor is it your delicious cum, but…”
D’bone turned so his cock was aimed right at me. “Then, ‘stead of shakin’ the dewdrops off my cock, why don’t you get down on your knees and clean the bore of this black pipe like a real freak slut would?”
It had been a statement, not a question. And it might be going too far, but I wanted to prove conclusively to D’bone that I was far more of a slut than Julie could ever hope to become… badly. I got down on my knees and took the head of his cock into my mouth and sucked. I expected a few salty dribbles, maybe, but D’bone had evidently held back just a little, because a spurt of hot piss filled my mouth. I kept my lips tight around his cock so none would leak out and bravely continued to suck. I received a few more salty dribbles for my efforts, then nothing more.
D’bone pulled his wet cock from my mouth. There was a detectable softness in his eyes and in his voice when he said, “You can spit that in the bowl, if you want, Mrs. C.”
I seriously considered doing just that, but then I contemplated the opposing degenerate alternative for a long second or two. I had already swallowed Darnell/D’bone’s syrupy cum several times already, and was ready to freely admit that I was now helplessly addicted to the salty/sweet jism. So, why not his hot, salty piss, too? Both bodily fluids spewed from his hard black cock and I fully intended to have as much of its hard black length in my mouth—and as often as possible—over the next two days. So, why the fuck not?
Because it was simply too disgusting, that’s why. I had already stepped well outside the limits of acceptable society by having an adulterous unbridled sexual affair with a black guy, and I wasn’t the least bit sorry, nor did I feel any guilt for doing it. But, damnit, I needed to preserve some of my self-dignity, right? With my stomach roiling from the unaccustomed, and unnatural, infusion of the urine that had already trickled down my throat, I leaned over and spewed the mouthful of piss into the bowl. I smiled bravely, as much to myself as at D’bone. “Does holding it in my mouth, for over a full minute, still qualify me as being a really nasty white slut?”
“In royal fucking spades, Mrs. C,” D’bone laughed. “Not even nasty-slut Julie’s done that… for any of us.”
I grinned. I had surpassed a little white slut less than half my age, who was far prettier than me, with a much better figure, and clearly far more experience servicing black cocks. ‘Not bad for a homely ol’ broad,’ I proudly thought to myself. Not too fucking bad at all!
As I soaped Darnell’s strong black body in the shower, I unabashedly revealed my X-rated Shakespearian scenario from the night before to him. He laughed and said that it was a scene the Bard definitely should have inserted into the boring play. It would have really spiced things up.
Darnell’s cock was thickening very nicely in my soapy hand and the hungry look that came into his dark eyes told me that he wanted my naughty sex scene to be fully realized. I was, naturally, in full agreement this impromptu sexual rewrite. I slid my uninspiring white body down the length of Darnell’s lathe black body—the both of us all sudsy and slippery with my rose-scented soap—and knelt before him. I cupped his balls in one hand and thoroughly rinsed off his hard cock. The rich flavor of black cock and the addictive taste of the slimy jism that erupts from one I cannot deny liking… a lot; the bitter taste of soap—not matter how fragrant—I do not.
With Darnell towering over me like a young Moor of Venice, I serviced him in the same way I imagine adoring Desdemona would have serviced her hard-cocked Black Prince; by taking his cock deep in my (now more experienced) throat, grabbing his tight young ass in both hands, and mouth-fucking him to the explosive orgasm he had missed out on earlier by having a piss-hardon. And, just like the adoring Venetian princess I was imaging myself as, I dutifully swallowed every syrupy dollop of my Moorish Prince’s delicious cum.
If poor Othello had not allowed that deceitful Iago to fill his head with unwarranted jealousy, he would not have senselessly murdered his beloved Desdemona, and I know in my heart of romantic hearts, that the brawny Moor of Venice would have received this very same sort of supplicant oral worship from his adoring white princess for many, many years. As well as any other “variations of dutiful servicing” he might have requested of Desdemona, I am certain.
As to just what other sorts of “servicing variations” I might be required to perform for my own Black Prince, I learned in short and, initially, very painful order. Lifting me to my feet, D’bone turned my face to the glass wall and forced my feet wide apart with his own. “Ready to relinquish your cherry to your Black Prince, Desdemona?”
I almost laughed. It had been a number of years since I had lost my virginity. But, if this was the way he wanted to play the scene out… “Yesssssss, my forceful Othello” I fawned in exaggerated supplication. “I am but yours for the taking.”
I wasn’t wrong about losing my virginity way back in my late teens; I was merely mistaken in my belief that I had surrendered all of it. There was a portion of my body that was still…
The firm head of D’bone’s cock was pressed against my anal opening and before I could tense up—let alone draw a preparatory breath—the spongy glans was quickly thrust inside me and was well past my startled sphincter when I screamed, “Take it out! It’s too big… it hurts too much! Take it out, Darnell. Please!”
“Hold still, damnit!” D’bone commanded. “Let your asshole get used to it.” He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. “Otherwise…” He pushed another inch of his cock into my raped asshole “…otherwise I’m gonna bury every last inch of it in your ass—right up to my balls—in one push.” He then shoved another inch of cock into my ass for emphasis.
It hurt like the fires of hell were now loose inside my ravaged rectum and I held still—very, very still—in the fervent hope that, like Darnell had said, my asshole would eventually get used to having a fucking log jammed up inside it. The pain did begin to lessen, but only in sorely graduated stages.
“When you think you’re ready to take more, Diane,” D’bone said, “you push yourself back on it.” He still had my hair in his fist. “But get this straight in your mind; I’m gonna fuck your nasty white-slut ass, with or without your consent.” He twisted my head around. “Got it… Slut!”
Being called “Slut!” once more worked its evil black magic on me. I held perfectly still for a few minutes, attempted to control my breathing, then I took a deep breath and looking right into D’bone’s eyes, I tentatively pushed my asshole further onto his invading cock. There had been enough slippery soap on my ass to provide some slickum and, now that the bibulous head was past my sphincter muscle, several more inches of cock more easily followed behind it.
D’bone glanced down between us. “That’s about half of it. You want to take the rest yourself, or you want me to just give it to you?” He looked back up at me. “Just like a real nasty white slut gets herself ass-fucked?”
I’m quite certain my eyes were glazed over with raw lust when I keened, “Give it to me, D’bone! Ram your powerful black cock in my white ass… all of it!”
And D’bone promptly acceded to my deplorable demand. The remainder of his cock plowed into my asshole and the next thing I knew, I was arching my back and bucking my ass on the cock imbedded in my asshole like the insane, nasty white slut he was demanding that I be for him. “Yesssssss,” I hissed, “pound my white ass, D’bone. I want you to pound the ever lovin’ shit out of my slutty asshole.”
I balled my fists and fucked back for all I was worth. The pain had become intense pleasure for me. This was my first ass-fuck and I wanted to wring every delirious moment out of having my asshole’s cherry being taken that I possibly could. I wanted this to last forever, but knew it couldn’t. When I felt D’bone’s cock harden perceptively and begin to throb inside my asshole, I knew the moment had arrived… for him, and for me as well.
We (D’bone and I together) didn’t literally fuck the ever lovin’ shit out of my asshole. Thank God! That would have been entirely too gross. He did, however, do something that jolted me right over the top. With one hand still entwined in my hair—like he was holding the reins of an out-of-control horse, he reached down between my legs, took my throbbing clit in his thumb and forefinger, and jerked it like a tiny cock. That did it for this modern day Desdemona and I came violently the instant he buried his entire cock in my asshole and shot a powerful jet of scorching jism searing into my bowels.
One powerful blast, then a second, a third, and then a forth jet of cum flooded my bowels. And I felt every one of them, even through the crashing waves of my own intense orgasm. When the welcome spurts of his cum no longer bathed the super-sensitive walls of my anal cavity, my rectal muscles reflexively began milking his cock. I was dying. I was already in heaven. White Slut Heaven.
I continued to milk D’bone’s softening cock with my well-fucked asshole. I didn’t want to release it. I turned my head and smiled at him weakly. “Guess I’m no longer any sort of virgin… not now.”
D’bone grinned. “There are a couple of areas where you’re still a cherry, Diane, but we’ll get those taken care of, too… eventually.”
“Oh, I hope so, my big brawny Moor,” I sighed. “I hope so.”
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With the outside doors all securely locked and the heavy drapes pulled closed on any window with visibility into the house, Darnell and I pretty much went about our business stark naked for the entire weekend. When we did wear an item of clothing, for me, it was invariably the smoky, crotchless panties from my diaphanous negligee. Darnell liked seeing me in them, he could see my pussy when I was facing him and he liked the way my cunt opened up whenever I happened to bend over, which I happily did at every conceivable opportunity… and few that were inconceivable.
For me as well, Darnell wore his athletic supporter. I especially liked the way it fit when he was hard; then the head and an inch or two of young black cock would invitingly protrude from the white waistband. I also like the way the jock strap fit across his backside, leaving his cheeks and the crack of his ass exposed, making it easy for me to slide my hand down his tight young ass, then underneath and into the jock from behind to cup and massage his balls. And Darnell liked me doing this for him, too.
Late in the morning Darnell turned the Ohio State game on in the den. Edwin abhorred athletic endeavors of any sort; a quick mind and columns of figures that balanced to the last penny are what did it for him, not muscle-bound bodies sweating and straining against one another over a ball.
I, on the other hand—as I’ve already made you aware, was (and still am) an American Football junkie. I eagerly joined Darnell on the couch and I must say that watching football with some who not only enjoys the game, but is also knowledgeable about its intricacies, was quite refreshing. And watching football with someone who possess a nice black cock, that you can make so nice and so hard in your hand as the two of watch the game, is just as much fun. I did this over and over throughout the first half of the game; stroking Darnell nice and hard, then letting it soften in my hand, then fisting it back to pleasing hardness.
By halftime, Darnell had enough of my ‘get him hard, let it go soft, get him hard’ shit. “Teach you to be teasin’ a black jock,” he snarled. Grabbing me by the hair, he shoved my face into his black crotch. “Suck me off, Slut!” he demanded. “And you best make me nut, have all of it swallowed, and my cock and balls licked clean ‘fore the second half starts.”
I mewed, “Mmmmmmmmmm Hmmmmm,” around his cock, then took it deep into my throat and proceeded to suck him off with an enthusiastic frenzy. I only had about twenty minutes to accomplish my mission and had no time to waste with my own selfish needs… like sucking him off slowly, because I was a blackcock slut who was crazy with lust for having his big black cock in my mouth and down my throat.
With such a restrictive time frame—knowing the effect my vibrating throat muscles would have on D’bone’s cock—I hummed as I sucked him off. I cupped his bloated balls and earnestly massaged them as I swallowed his cock all the way down to my hand, pulled up and swirled my tongue around the swollen head in my mouth, before lunging back down on his turgid black cock. The humming and my insistent ball massaging—along with my voraciously deep-throat sucking worked its magic. Holding my head tight in his lap, D’bone lunged up, burying his throbbing cock in my throat, and exploded. Three hard jet of cum shot down my throat before he relaxed his hold on my head, allowing me to pull up so that the head was in my mouth and I could get a good taste of the next two spurts.
I swirled D’bone’s cum around his cock several times—savoring the exquisite taste of it on my tongue—before swallowing. I then set about sucking and slurping and swallowing the cum from his cock until I could detect no more of the viscous slime on his cock or in my mouth. I then pulled my mouth off his cock and plunged my face into the couch beneath his balls, where I dutifully licked and sucked his drained balls.
I sat up, contentedly licking my lips, in time to see the opening kickoff of the second half. “No delay of game flag thrown for this nasty white slut,” I proudly declared and promptly took D’bone’s deflated black cock back into my massaging white hand.
Ohio State was so far ahead at the end of the third quarter that the game was, for all intents and purposes, over. I spent the fourth quarter openly splayed across the coffee table with D’bone fucking his great black cock into my enraptured pink cunt while we watched to see what the final score would be. The ac-CUM-ulated score that counted most: Me- 3 gratifying cums, D’bone- 2 tremendous CUMS! One of his loads in my belly, the second one leaking out of my well-fucked cunt… I guess you could say we both won.
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After supper, Darnell asked if I got any of the porn channels.
“I suppose so,” I answered from the kitchen. “I’ve never bothered to check and see.” We were subscribed to just about everything else on the satellite dish, and the porn channels were all Pay Per View. However, being what I considered to be basically a non-sexual person, I always assumed that Edwin would distain pornography even more than he did sports. “Find one for us and I’ll join you in a minute.”
With both hands full, I flicked off the kitchen light with my elbow and with the only light in the den coming from the big screen TV, I cautiously made my way across the flickering-lit room. “What did you find for us, Baby?” I asked, setting a frosted mug of beer on the coffee table.
“Somethin” I figure is gonna become your favorite kind of movie.”
I turned my head and looked at the TV as I snuggled in against Darnell’s naked body. On the big screen, a pretty, naked, pale-skinned blonde, in probably her late twenties, was kneeling on the floor over a black guy, with his big black cock sticking up into her bald-lipped cunt. Behind this white slut, another black guy was deep fucking her enlarged pink asshole. In front of her, a third black guy was holding her head and face-fucking her with his big black cock. To top things off, she was fisting a big black cock in each of her white hands. I made for a most inspiring tableau.
“Oh, you are so right, Baby,” I sighed. “This is very definitely going to become my all time favorite sort of porn movie.”
Darnell leaned foreword, took a sip of his beer, and slid his eyes my way. “Think you might like tryin’ somethin’ like that, Diane?”
“Mmmmmmmmmm Hummm Mmmmm,” I murmured. I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen. The blonde slut seemed to be enjoying herself immensely. At one point everything almost seemed to stop. The balls of the two black guys fucking the happy white slut were pressed together under her ass and the pendulous black balls of the guy in her mouth were right against her chin. All three guys had their entire cocks (which I estimated at 12 very thick inches, 10 not-quite-so-thick inches, and 11 relatively thick inches respectively) all the way inside of her three holes. The only way I knew the scene hadn’t frozen was seeing her hands vigorously masturbating the other two black cocks—roughly 9 thick inches each.
“There’s only one problem I can see, Baby,” I finally said. Not taking my enraptured eyes off the screen, I reached down and took Darnell’s semi-erect cock in my hand. “You only have one of these, and that lucky slut has five… all to herself.”
Darnell set his mug down and laid back. “I could see that you had at least that many, Diane… all to your nasty self.”
I slowly fisted his thickening cock. “How so?”
“Well, there are twenty-one black cocks on the team this year, ten of them bigger than mine and only a couple smaller.”
I liked the way he had put it as “twenty-one black cocks”, not twenty-one black players, because black cock was all I had on my mind… more than several taking me at the same time, actually. “That’s true.” I did some quick calculating in my head. “But only nine of them belong to starters. A nasty white slut for black cock I freely admit I’m both quickly, and happily, becoming. But, if this is what I’m destined to be, then I’m going to be a very selective black-cock white slut.”
“Starters only it would be, then,” Darnell laughed. “Can’t trust them seconded stringers, anyway; their inexperienced cocks wouldn’t last ten seconds in your hands.” He began fucking my fisted hand with his cock. “But that would still give you eight hard black cocks to service like that nasty blonde’s doing. Means you’d beat her out by three.”
Turning Darnell’s intriguing proposal over in my mind, I concentrated on the hot interracial action on the big screen, intently studying the blonde’s technique. She was good, I had to give her that, but, deep down inside, I knew that, with more practice, I could do far more justice with at least three nice, hard black cocks than that cheap slut ever could. “You would really like to see me do that?” I inquired, not pulling my face away from the screen. “With you and seven more of your friends?”
“Sure,” Darnell answered matter-of-factly. “Wouldn’t you like to see yourself doing what she’s doing… to seven or eight of us?”
“To more than several of you,” I said. “Not with all of you?” Granted, it was a very odd response to be making to such a degenerate proposal, but with my mind already picturing me naked, surrounded by a total of eight naked, black, college athletes—four of them my own students—their hard young black cocks poised and ready to fill me with their hot jism, I’m afraid my normally reasonable mind was a bit clouded.
“A real nasty white slut’s suppose to get her pleasure from servicing black cocks,” Darnell replied mater-of-factly. He had slipped into his D’bone persona without me even noticing. “Don’t even think of denying you’ve cum from sucking on my black cock, Slut.”
That, I could not deny… not and be honest with myself. “Well, this ahhh… this intriguing white teacher/black student gangbang you seem to be proposing… I, ummm… I think this is something we need to discuss at length, Darnell. And in meticulous detail.”
“When you’re ready for it, Diane,” D’bone stated flatly, “you just give me the word and the nine of us’ll show that white slut on the screen what a real black gangbang is all about.” He grabbed my hair and pushed my face into his crotch. “Now, suck on it while we watch the end of this. But don’t you dare make me nut, Slut; the load you churn up in my balls is goin’ somewhere else ‘sides straight to your belly.” My mouth opened and closed around his hardened cock. “Least, not through the front door,” he snickered as I turned my face so I could see the screen and obediently suck on his delicious black cock at the same time.
It took a tremendous amount of self-control, and will power, not to make D’bone nut in my mouth. And I wanted him to soooo badly. The inspiring vignette ended with a truly grand crescendo by the ecstatic blonde getting a load of hot cum in her cunt, another in her asshole, and three copious blasts of cum from pulsating black cocks in face, all over her ample tits, and directly into her wide open mouth. And watching her take all those huge loads, I was whishing it was me receiving them.
D’bone pulled me off his cock by the hair and told me to get on all fours on the coffee table. I quickly complied with his demand and then he was standing behind me. My cunt was literally dripping vaginal fluid on the surface of the table so he had no trouble finding sufficient lubrication to smear all over my conveniently presented asshole. He plunged his cock into my cunt and fucked it a dozen or more times, then pulled it out and placed the head against my slippery asshole. “You gonna take my black cock yourself,” he admonished, “or should I take your nasty white slut asshole with it?”
“Take it, D’bone!” I demanded.
D’bone slammed his entire cock into my asshole with one vicious thrust—driving the wind out of me, and without further ado, he ass-fucked me hard and fast. It was at least a full minute before I could get my breath back, regain my senses, and buck back onto his asshole-plundering cock. And I received no warning when he was about to cum. He simply rammed the entire length of his cock into me and with his ball sack slapping my clit, he shot a powerful jet of his hot cum into my receptive asshole. Three, four, five jets of cum he unloaded into my rectum before yanking his cock out of my asshole. He walked around the table and slapped my face with his slimy cock. “Lick it clean, Slut!”
I dutifully licked his cock clean, and his balls, then rolled over on the coffee table and surprised my self by whimpering, “Thank you, Baby, your nasty white slut’s asshole needed a good black-cock fucking… soooooooooo badly.”
Sunday
It would be repetitious to describe (at least in meticulous detail) how and where Darnell/D’bone and I fucked and sucked each other until the wee hours of Sunday morning and then (when we weren’t watching the pros play) throughout the rest of that day: on the coffee table; on the couch; with him standing on the bed, face-fucking me the way he had done the night before; me being ass-fucked from behind at the kitchen sink while trying to prepare breakfast; D’bone sitting on the toilet in the downstairs half bath with me impaled on his cock (we both peed that way) and, eventually, in the middle of the deep-piled, white-carpeted living room floor.
The only places in the house that I didn’t suck Darnell’s young black cock, or he didn’t fuck one of my available 3 holes, was on the bed in the guest bedroom, out in the garage, in my small office, or in Edwin’s study on top of his desk. But, I fully intended for there to be other weekends for the two of us to christen these other enclaves with our double taboo interracial/intra-generational sex.
While enjoying a light supper, Darnell brought up something that had only been touched on Friday night. “Did you really mean what you said the other night, Diane?”
“What did I say?” I asked. I clearly recalled (in the minutest detail) getting fucked like I had never been fucked before, but not one word of what I may have uttered during that fantastic fuck.
“About doin’ the nasty with another slut,” he reminded me with a salacious grin.
It took a moment or two for me to remember saying something in that vein while he had been tweaking my engorged nipples, but I couldn’t believe I had actually said that I would perform a lesbian act for any man… let alone that I would do “the nasty” with another slut for one of my black students. “You do push the envelope, don’t you, young man?” I replied nervously. To my recollection, I had never before had a lesbian-inclined thought… not a serious one, anyway.
“Never know what’s on the other side if you don’t at least peek outside that envelope,” Darnell bantered back. “And, aren’t you the one who’s always sayin’ how we have to expand our horizons?”
“That’s in regards to literature, Darnell,” I carefully pointed out. “I don’t think I ever said that it should cross over into one’s sex life.”
Darnell laughed. “Hell, Diane, you done already leapt clean out of the envelope this weekend.” He pushed his empty plate aside and leaned his elbows on the table. “You’ve tasted yourself on my cock, so tastin’ another slut’s pussy can’t be that different.”
Darnell was using the same tone of voice that he employed in my class when he was in the mood to cross swords with me. And, I had to admit that he could be most convincing, especially when he knew he was arguing the wrong, or unpopular, side of a question.
Debate came natural to Darnell and, as much as I’m sure he would vehemently deny it, he sounded very much like his ADA father in the courtroom. His reasoning tone forced me to at least give some credence to what he was saying. I had indeed tasted myself on his cock several times this weekend, and had found that I rather liked the taste of my own cunt juice, almost as much as I was now helplessly addicted to the taste of his cum. So, was Darnell possibly right in this case; should a person’s sexual, as well as their literary horizons be continually expanded upon? Could the taste of another slut’s cunt juice in my mouth be that much different than my own?
My side of this hedonistic argument was lost the instant I contemplated what another woman’s pussy might taste like. D’bone had me solidly hooked. I knew this, and so did he. If he asked me to, or demanded that I do it, then I would do my level best to be sexually intimate with another woman for him. He would have to be there, watching us, of course. Otherwise, I couldn’t trust myself to go through with it. But, with D’bone present, I would do it and I would suffer whatever damage it would do to my psyche in private.
I took a sip of my coffee and set the cup precisely in the center of the saucer. “Have you ah… have you already got someone in mind for me to push my sexual envelope with?”
“I might, Diane.” Darnell’s expression became contemplative. “Just maybe...” He sat back; the same way I had seen his father do in the courtroom when the man knew he had convinced a jury that his point was the only one they should consider when rendering their verdict. “I’ll let you know tomorrow… after practice.”
\* \*
Our parting fuck took place out in the garage. With my upper torso splay across the hood of my white Lexus, I moaned obscenely while D’bone pounded his hard, young black cock into me from behind. Before he busted a nut deep inside me, he pulled me off the hood, spun me around and pushed me to my knees. “You like the taste of pussy,” he demanded as he fucked my willing mouth. “Don’t ya, Slut?”
“Mmmmmmm Hmmmmm,” I enthusiastically murmured around his cunt-spiced young black cock. “Mmmmmmm Hmmmmm, Mmmmmmm Hmmmmm, Mmmmmmm Hmmmmm.”
“You getting’ to be such a nasty slut, Diane.” D’bone grabbed my hair and face-fucked me in earnest. He plunged his cock all the way down my throat. I felt his balls contract against my chin. “Take it, Slut!” A jet of cum shot down my throat and was sliding down to my waiting stomach as he pulled back and filled my mouth with two more ejaculations. He pulled out of my mouth and shot two more ropes of cum in my face. “Just think, Slut,” he said, slapping his cock against my cum-slimed face, “next time you be tastin’ my cum, you might be suckin’ it out of another slut’s cunt.”
I orally cleaned D’bone’s young black cock like the degenerate slut I was for him and pulled his warm up pants up. Then, with a respectful, “See you in class tomorrow, Mrs. Chapel,” he turned around and left me kneeling on the cold cement floor with my face proudly splattered with his cum, droplets of it falling onto my hard-nippled, teacup tits.
Licking Darnell’s cum from my face, I got up and securely lock the back door, then went back into the house and directly into Edwin’s study. I will confess that it was utterly disgraceful of me, but wearing only my crotchless panties, the leather seat of my husband’s chair got more than wet as his disgraceful black-cock-addicted white wife masturbated while wondering just “who” D’bone had in mind pairing his new black-cock white slut with.
To be continued… |
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] | We got to church just after service started. The choir was singing as the usher showed us to a pew half way down the center aisle and on the right. As we walked to our seats, I couldn't take my eyes off of one of the women in the choir. Seated second from the right, Stella gave me a nearly imperceptible nod as she sang.
Stella is not only one of my wife's best friends, she is also my lover.
We started having sex before I got married and, to my surprise, continued soon afterward. But it was only after I was married that I learned how dirty and filthy she is -- and how much I love it.
She is a sex-demon, driven by an overpowering lust to more kinky sex. It's like air to her, and she can't live without getting lots and lots of dick.
But she is also a consummate scat queen and introduced me to the nastiest, dirtiest, filthiest sex I have ever had.
And the most enjoyable. I love it, I crave it. I'm addicted to it. I'm addicted to her, as well.
And to my disgrace, she knows it.
I long to be her toilet slave and to have her hot golden yellow piss sliding down my throat and to taste the nasty, smelly brown shit as it comes out of her big, dirty ass. She fills me with a lust I cannot deny, a lust she doesn't deprive me.
But I've tried to deny it. I've tried hard for two weeks.
I often spent Wednesday evenings and/or most of the day on Saturdays -- times when I am free and my wife is at work -- with Stella in her apartment having truly dirty, smelly sex. I love seeing her in only panties and watching her big, black ass cheeks juggle as she walks. Sometimes she shits in her panties and pulls them down, handing me her shit-stained panties with a large turd in them. I peel back the panty in a banana and bite off pieces of her chocolate scat to chew and swallow.
She masturbates her juicy, wet pussy as I consume her filth, her fingers working feverishly in and out of her frothy pussy as she commands me to eat it all and not to waste a morsel of her nasty chocolate goodness.
The air in the room fills up of the vile stench of the gases from the depths of her bowels and it's nearly overpowering but also intoxicating.
After I eat all her shit, I fuck her pussy and her ass until I cum, and she cleans her scat off of my dick with her tongue. She loves the taste of her own shit as much as I do.
But I have tried to stop, perhaps out of guilt or perhaps out of the knowledge that my lust for her scat is out of control; or that she's controlling me and my filthy desire. I've avoided her calls at work or her text. I haven't seen her in two weeks. But now, as I sit down, my heart is beating out of my chest and my dick is getting hard as I see her and imagine which panties she's wearing to cover her bald pussy and beautiful fleshy ass cheeks.
I try to concentrate and calm down, hoping my wife won't notice my discomfort. And it's working. But when an usher up front is reading the announcements, my cell phone vibrates. I reach into my jacket pocket and pull it out. There's a text with only five letters.
r u h NB
I've seen this before and I know its meaning -- "Are you hungry, Nasty Boy?"
I look up and catch her eye. She smiles. I involuntarily lick my lips but put my phone away without answering. Moments later, another text.
It's short and we both know she had me. Stella knows I will respond, either now or later.
2 d+
It means she hasn't pooped out her nasty chocolate goodness in more than two days. And thus, I'll have a full meal of long, tight turds out of her big sexy ass.
I didn't know how I would manage it but I had to see her later in the day to enjoy all of her naughtiness, all of her filth. All of her shit.
I nodded yes and she just smiled again.
It was sinful but during the service the only thing I thought about was the nasty thing I planned to do later in the afternoon and how I planned to arrange to be free in order to do it.
After the service, as people milled around greeting each other, I saw Stella. She was wearing a black dress to just below the knees and moderate heels. Appropriate for church, particularly for a member of the choir. The dress flared out at the waist and thus didn't attract as much attention to her big ass as would a tight fitting dress around the hips. She hugged my wife and they talked, and then my wife looked back at me and said, "I'm headed to the restroom and then out to the car."
I nodded yes, and continued talking to the young son of one of the church's Sunday school teachers. Stella engaged in conversation with an elderly churchgoer before breaking it off and wandering over to me as I finished talking to the boy and moved away from him.
After a small customary hug -- nothing to draw anyone's attention -- we spoke in low voices.
"I'm so full right now. I can't wait much longer. I really have to go," Stella said, absentmindedly rubbing her flat tummy. "I need to go."
In my head, I imagine her taking a shit, and the mental image starts my dick to get hard and strain against my slacks.
"I told her I have work to do this afternoon down at the office," I told Stella, explaining the excuse I used on my wife. "So she said she'll go shopping with her mom. I'll have most of the afternoon. I can head over once I get home and get my car. I'll call."
"You nasty boy, you. Hurry. I'm going to feed you so much," she said and smiled again.
I kissed her cheek -- again, nothing out of the ordinary -- and we headed in separate directions, though not before I whispered a question.
"What color panties are you wearing?"
"The blue ones. The ones you bought me."
I remembered the panties well. They were high on her hips and had a seam in the center in back, so they rode up the crack of her ass and her cheeks spilled out on the sides.
Back in the car with my wife, I drove home quickly, declining the offer for lunch at home.
"I'll eat something at my desk at the office." That was a lie, of course, but only about the location of the meal I planned to have. I planned to be in Stella's house eating a lot of brown, semi-soft turds that flowed out of Stella's ass.
Once briefly at home, my wife headed out to see her mom. I waited several minutes to make sure she was gone and then ran to my car. I used my cellphone as I started the engine.
"I'm on my way," I called Stella to say.
"Hurry," she said with urgency. "I've really gotta shit."
Ten minutes later I parked one street over from Stella's house -- I didn't want my car to be spotted -- and hurriedly walked the remaining distance.
Stella was still wearing the black dress when she opened the door. I immediately swept her up into my arms and gave her a long, wet, passionate kiss -- our tongues dancing a delight in each other's mouths. We were both horny and totally into the nastiness we were about to do. She reached down and rubbed my hardening dick through my slacks as I grabbed both her ass cheeks.
"Oh, Harry. You've been bad making me wait, you nasty boy. You make me so fucking horny. I know you want it," she said. Taking my hand, she led me to the bedroom. "I've got so much poop in my ass. I can't hold it much longer. And you better eat all my fuckin' shit."
I licked my lips again in anticipation.
There was a tall kitchen chair situated in the middle of the bedroom. Under it was a towel to catch any pee or shit that didn't land in my mouth. But I planned to get most of it in my hungry mouth. My craving was intense.
We kissed hard and fast, our tongues dancing sexily in each other's month, as we ripped our clothes off. Most of Stella's clothes were on the floor next to the chair as I pulled down her blue panties and she got on the chair, facing me. I got on my knees in front of her as she leaned back.
I was stroking my hard dick as I waited for the heavenly delight I knew was coming.
Stella placed her hands below her knees and spread her legs. Her long pussy slit glistened with her wetness and just below it was a nasty asshole, round, dark brown and inviting. She winked her asshole. Her earthy aroma filled my nose.
"Open your mouth," she commanded.
Suddenly a stream of her warm, yellow nectar shot out of her pussy, hitting me in the face. It covered my face, stinging my eyes. I moved back a little to allow it go directly into my mouth. It was warm and salty, and quickly filled my mouth. I swallowed fast as more piss splashed onto my tongue and washed down my throat.
I nearly drown in the taste of her piss but knew my real joy was coming next.
"Ahhhh," was what I first heard as Stella stained and groaned. Her asshole winked several times and then began to open. And I saw the crown of her chocolate turd. The smell was getting intense.
"Here it comes, toilet boy. I feel it. Open up," Stella managed loudly. "Oh fuck. Here it comes. Oh fuck!"
I stopped stroking my dick and placed both hand on her butt, spreading her ass cheeks further apart as I moved closer. My open mouth was just below her expanding asshole.
"Eat all my shit, you motherfucker. Don't let any of it fall on the floor. Eat my shit."
A long, smelly piece of shit filled my mouth and I started to chew it. I fought to control my gag reflex as I chewed the first of her dark chocolate shit. It was soft and mushy, and tasted bitter and tangy. It was so fucking good.
"You like that, don't you, toilet boy?" she said. "Eat it up. Eat my shit, you toilet bitch."
A massive load of shit escaped from her tiny, tight black asshole. It was hard to believe anyone could hold that much shit. I ate as much shit as I could, although there was so much, some of it fell on the floor beside me. The entire room smelled like 10 people were farting as once. It was a strong, earthy aroma, like nothing I had experienced with her before. It was probably similar to the smell of the devil's worst shit. And as I took it in, it made my dick harder.
As I swallowed the first bit, I opened my mouth for more, as she continued taking her long dump. I took a lot in my mouth but loads more fell onto the floor and she peed again. Stella was emptying her bladder and her bowels into my hungry mouth.
I was overcome with my lust and the absolute desire to eat her shit. I was completely under her control and she knew it. I closed my eyes as I chewed up her filth, enjoying the pure delight of her nastiness. I was in another world, one filled with my lustiest desires being fulfilled.
"Ah, fuck. Eat all that shit," she said. "That's why you are here. To be my toilet bitch," she cooed. "I'm so much better than you wife and you know it. I'm sexier and fulfill your filthy desires. So eat my shit, you horny motherfucker."
And I ate and ate. The strong, pungent taste filled my mouth and coated my tongue. And I couldn't stop eating. I was so lost in my lust that I nearly didn't hear her say, "Clean my shitty ass."
As I finished the meal from her sexy booty, I saw the nasty chocolate filth that coated the ring of her asshole. I stuck my tongue out and flattened it over her asshole. I licked her and kept licking until she was totally clean, sucking in all the last of her chocolate. Then I curled my tongue and shoved it up her ass as my hands squeezed her big, fleshy, soft ass cheeks.
I was in nasty heaven and loved it.
"Oh your tongue is deep in my ass, baby. Eat me. Oh fuck, eat out my ass," Stella shouted.
I looked up at her and she was pulling on the dark, hard nipples of both tits and I tongue-fucked her sweet ass.
Stella was brought up in a very strict and religious household. But years earlier starting in college, which she entered as a virgin, she turned into a total freak. She loved to fuck. And she fucked a lot. It didn't much matter who -- me, other girls' boyfriends, professors, random strangers. She just wanted dick.
"Oh shit, your tongue is so deep in my ass. Eat my ass," she shouted so loud I thought the neighbors would hear. "Ahh, fuck," she said as an orgasm gripped her body. Her body twitched and then stiffened. And she reached down behind my neck and pulled my face deeper into her ass crack. She grind into my face. Hard.
"Ahhhh, I'm cumming. Fuck. I'm cummmming. Fuck. Eat me, daddy. Eat my ass."
My tongue was so deep in her tight asshole I could almost lick the inside of her throat. She pulled my face so hard into her ass crack that I nearly smothered. But it would have been a delightful way to go.
When she calmed down, we went over to the bed and she laid down with her legs open. Her wet pussy lips opened, displaying the pink surrounded by her black pussy lips. She was beautiful in her total horniness. There was complete lust in her eyes and I was kneeing between her open legs, stroking my long, hard dick.
Stella pulled her legs back to her chest, raising her hips off the bed.
"Stick that hard, fat dick up my ass," she demanded. "Fuck me in the ass."
With my hard dick in hand, I shoved it into her ass, which was made easier from all the shitting her had just done. I had all the taste of her shit in my mouth as I leaned forward and kissed her deeply as I pushed my dick further up her ass. I buried it all the way down to my balls, then pulled it nearly out and slammed it back in, deep in her ass. I pounded and pounded her ass, stretching it open wider each time I shoved it in deep. I was destroying her asshole but neither of us cared. I just kept fucking her hard and deep. I fucked her asshole until I couldn't take it anymore.
Just before I was going to cum, I pulled out my dick, which was smeared with small pieces of her shit. I got up to her face and she took my dirty dick into her mouth and sucked.
My body stiffened and I started to cum.
"Suck my dick, you whore, suck my dick," I said just as I shot three or four loads of hot cum into her hungry mouth. "Drink it, you nasty cum whore." I fucked her mouth with my dirty dick.
When it was over, we laid down together, our legs intertwined and we kissed heavily, each wanting to taste all the cum and shit on our breaths. I ran my hand down her back and down to her butt, and stuck a finger up her ass.
"Ahh, yes, daddy, that feels so good," she said as I fingered-fucked her asshole.
The room still smelled like shit when I finally got up to go shower. But Stella took my arm and stopped me.
"Say it. Say I'm better than your wife," she said. "I am sexier and better in bed. I'm your whore."
I didn't want to say it but we both knew the truth. "You're my whore and you are better than my wife."
"And you love me more than her." She tightened her grip on my arm.
"I love my whore much more than I love my wife," I said.
She let go of my arm. "I control you and don't you forget it or try to resist it again. When I call you to come eat my shit, you drop everything and come immediately. Or you will pay dearly for such failure."
There was steely determination in her voice. She had me and I knew it. I was addicted to her shit, needing it as much as the sex we had. I knew never to resist it again.
"I will come immediately. And I promise to eat all your shit."
And that's how it went.
I went into the bathroom a broken man, driven by a lusty desire that only Stella could fulfill. |
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] | "Tina, where are your clothes?" I asked the nubile teen I discovered naked in my den.
"Clothes, don't need no stinkin' clothes, Mr. B," she slurred.
"You've been drinking." Nothing like stating the obvious while trying to buy time, and having trouble dragging my eyeballs from staring at those gravity defying young tits, with the vividly erect nipples.
"Drinking, moi?" Tina said, bouncing lightly on her toes, which just made her chest thrust pout further, and then recede, boobs trailing a beat behind. She dramatically threw an arm wide and splattered it against her chest, multicoloured long nails grazing that all over tanned flesh.
"Just sunbathing..." she continued, hiccupping. Her hand went over her mouth, emphasizing her girlishness. This was my stepdaughter's best friend, the girl next door, the nineteen year old former babysitter of my young son.
"Where is Ellie?" I asked.
What I really wanted to say was 'my den is a strange place to get a tan.' I could see what she had been really doing -- my favourite porn site was still showing on my monitor, my rolling desk chair's seat gleamed with pussy juice which matched the sheen on Tina's fingers and the air was full of the scent of woman. The trouble was, I had a really hard time thinking of Tina as anything but a gangly tomboyish girl, despite the nymphette standing nude in this room.
Ellie's Mom and I had been married for fourteen years, and at times it was hard to remember that I was not Ellie's 'real Dad'. At other times, looking at Ellie's exercise toned body just made me hard. As she grew up to resemble her namesake, the actress Elisa Cuthbert, from the precociously cute "Popular Mechanics for Kids" stage, through the young hottie in '24', and now, the 'Girl Next Door' sex goddess, I felt most unfatherly.
Tina was equally hot, but had been a late bloomer. She had been the gawky pigtailed moppet with braces; always willing to watch our young son while Ellie began dating at what I thought was a dangerously young age.
"I started dating when I was twelve," my wife, Zola, had reminded me, letting the silent pause remind me that I was not really Ellie's father.
"And you had Ellie when you were only twenty," I always pointed out. A few times, I might add "without knowing who the father was," which tended to start a horrific fight. Almost as nasty as the brawls I started when I suggested to Zola that I rescued her by marrying her. But fights with Zola were just foreplay, a way to add spice to our marriage. Zola loved excitement.
"Ellie's out getting' laid..." Tina slurred, dreamily, twirling a strand of hair. She giggled. "Oops. I guess I'm not supposed to say that. Wicked stepfather might tell mommy."
A pause as Tina shrugged her shoulders, pouted, her nipples rising towards my eyes and then falling. I'm sure I licked my lips. I know I was staring most rudely.
"Mommy would just be jealous," I heard myself blurt out even as I thought it.
Tina opened her eyes wide, eyebrows arching. Somehow, this again lifted her taut tits skyward. I knew I was staring, that she must be about to call me a horrid old perv, but I did not care. I felt my manhood swelling in my pants. As soon as this ridiculous encounter ended, I knew I had to rush to privacy and jerk off.
"Why would Mommy be jealous with a hot hubby like you around?" Tina replied, catching my gaze, forcing my eyes to meet hers rather than simply stare at her tits.
A quizzical grin spread across Tina's open young face. "Or is Mommy a slut like Ellie?"
"Ellie's a slut?" I stammered, my thoughts still spilling out unedited. This thought made my half hard cock throb faster.
I found myself wondering if Ellie's body had changed as much as Tina's had in the year they had been away. I realized that all summer, I had been avoiding looking at my stepdaughter closely, especially when she flounced around in baby doll sleepwear, or sunned by the pool, no doubt almost as naked as Tina was now.
Now, I found myself anxiously curious whether Ellie's nude body was as perfect as Tina's, or whether, like her mother, once the clothes came off, everything jiggled. Not that I minded the shaking, especially if the nipples were erect. Thinking of Zola's big areolae puffing excitedly made me notice that Tina's tinier circles were aroused underneath extended nipples. At least I wasn't fanaticizing about my stepdaughter. Until of course I thought that I wasn't, and then I did, pondering whether Zola or Tina's nipples most resembled hers.
"You must like the idea that your stepdaughter is easy, the way you're grinning," Tina said, but I only half heard her, my mind occupied by cascading images of combinations of nudity- real (Tina), recalled (Zola), and imagined (Ellie) -- not just alone but in combinations.
Tina grinned back at me, bouncing lightly on her heels, those great nipples flipping up and down. I felt my eyes follow, which just made her bounce higher and faster.
"Your excitement is showing somewhere other than your face too," Tina giggled, her eyes no longer locked on mine, but instead glancing lower down on my body.
As she spoke, Tina's arm slowly moved across and up her body, softly caressing her tan flesh, beginning on her lower belly below the navel. Slowly, she touched from right to left, and then across again, a long lazy Z, ending with her casually cupping her own left breast in her palm. Long fingers curled around the side of the mound. I knew I was staring, and barely breathing, but was unable to stop. I felt my cock fill with more blood each time my heart beat echoed in my ears.
Tina flicked her erect ruby red nub with the sharp nail of her thumb. My zipper felt like it was about to burst from the pressure building in my pants. I watched breathlessly as my stepdaughter's young friend grasped her nipple between two finger tips and slowly rotated it. She moaned, her knees almost buckling, eyes closed.
"Tina, this is hardly..." I stammered, searching for the word. "...appropriate?"
My hesitancy made my statement seem more like a question. My young guest chuckled, tugging her nubbin away from the bulk of her firm tit.
"Zola and Ellie will be gone for hours," she said, grinning and opening her eyes. I tried to remember whether anybody, even Zola, had ever literally batted her eyelashes at me as Tina seemed to be doing now.
"I'm way too old for you."
Tina chuckled. "So, you'd, like, totally fuck me if, like, that didn't matter?"
I was speechless, trapped, but worse, I needed all my willpower to restrain my hands from dropping to my aching bulge, and my feet from carrying me across the room towards this temptress.
"I'm, like so ready for my older man experience," Tina continued, advancing towards me, now massaging both tits in her palms.
She laughed again, this time so loudly I feared she might wake the neighbours. "I'm so full of shit," she said. "I just thought you might want to hear that as a justification. Really, I'm such a slut I have fucked half my college profs -- even a couple of the women - and yesterday, I gave a hummer to a cop who stopped me for speeding who must have been like fifty."
As she spoke, Tina stepped closer to me, or, rather, stumbled. Within a step or two, I could smell the booze. She swayed as she moved, the side to side shaking of her nipples hypnotizing me. My cockhead throbbed in time with my heartbeat, or the motion of those tasty looking treats, though maybe they were matching each other. I know my organ was begging to be set free.
"Whoa," Tina gasped. "It must be the sun. The first pitcher of margaritas usually doesn't hit me like that."
We both laughed, me hoping she was exaggerating, her because however much she had to drink, booze makes everything seem funnier, as well as lowering inhibitions.
The brain in my head cautioned me not to take advantage of a drunken friend of my stepdaughter. "When she sobers up, she'll regret it, and that can never be good."
The smaller brain in my pants replied, "Booze lowers resistance, but never makes anybody do anything except what they really want to be brave enough to do. No one ever regretted a visit from Dr. Bobo."
The little voice was likely to win anyway, but Tina resolved the debate herself. One more step and she was within reach. My arms did not move before her thin but muscular right arm swung forward, closing the gap. She ran the back of her hand down my torso, starting at my breastbone, rubbing my slightly rounded belly, and pausing with her baby finger hooked in my waistband.
"So many buttons," she slurred, her head bobbing from side to side, eyes half closed. "I love a man with a hairy belly. They seem to have harder cocks."
Tina paused, burped, and lifted her hand from my waist to cover her mouth in a ladylike move. "Oops, excuse me." She said. "I can tell you have a nice big hard tool, so I guess I don't need your shirt off first."
"Maybe you should check to be sure," I replied, passing the point of passivity, abandoning deniability. If Tina squealed to Zola, or shared with Ellie, I could no longer honestly say it was all the youngster's aggression and drunkenness. Failing to rebuff her was one thing - at least to a point. Requesting that she touch me crossed a line for sure. I was risking my marriage for a grope, granted one that promised to fulfill all sorts of additional fantasies.
Tina did not give me time to doubt my choice. She dropped her arm and slid her palm along my bulge from the outside of my pants. I found myself barely able to breathe, the swaying of her tits still mesmerizing, despite the fact that her whole body was shifting drunkenly from side to side. The mature voice cautioning against taking advantage of my stepdaughter's best friend while she was drunk was drowned out by my racing heart.
"Nice and hard," she purred kittenishly, stepping closer as she rubbed me. I could feel the heat radiating off her tanned body as her nipples drew teasingly close to my chest.
She giggled, her nipples for the first time brushing against my shirt. I could feel their hardness pressing into my flesh through the fabric. "And nice and fat too," she continued, "Ellie said you were big, but I thought she meant long. I so love a thick one."
Her tongue flicked across her lips. Having passed the point of no return, I was fully occupied wondering how that tongue might feel flicking across the tip of my cock. It took me a few beats for her comment to fully sink in.
"Ellie?" I gasped. "I've never..."
"Never fucked your stepdaughter? Never flaunted yourself for her?" Tina replied, her fingers busily fumbling with my belt. "But you've thought about it, haven't you, I can tell by how your meat is throbbing every time her name comes up."
Tina paused, looked straight up at me, grinning and blew me a tiny kiss. Here she was, struggling to undo my pants, and we had not even kissed yet. I cupped my hand behind her neck and bent lower, intending to fix that oversight. Just before our lips met, she completed her point.
"Maybe you didn't realize it, or do it on purpose, but you give Ellie lots of free looks -- you got used to wandering about nude while she was at school, I guess. So she's seen you in all states of arousal. And likes what she's seen. It makes her wet, you know, she jills off thinking about your cock in her tight pussy. Sometimes we do it together, with her describing it to me. And now I get to have the real thing. She'd be so jealous."
"Well, she's my stepdaughter, I ..."
"I bet you would. She's not just your ordinary slut. She's a fuck and a half."
Tina had my zipper down and the weight of the blood filling my cock pushed it forward, my underwear falling away. She cupped it in her palm. I remained silent as her small hand slid along my shaft.
"Are you wondering how I know?" Tina giggled.
I still could not speak. I wanted to, but the combination of Tina stroking my prick and talking about Ellie was too much. Finally, I moaned.
"At first, she would just bring guys back to our room and suck and fuck when she thought I was asleep. Then once, I opened my eyes a bit too much, or maybe my fingers tickling my clit tented the bedcovers and caught her eye. After that, she started screwing whoever whenever. I might be sitting at my desk reading and Ellie would have a football player sitting in her chair, his cock buried deep in her cunt as she bounced in his lap."
Tina's baby finger teased my balls as she gave my root a good squeeze.
"Oh, Daddy likes those images, I think," she purred, leaning closer.
"Are you calling my cock 'Daddy' now?" I asked in my most assertive tone, trying to regain some measure of control. Things were way out of hand. Or, more accurately, in Tina's hand.
"Hush," she said, bouncing up on her toes and kissing the tip of my nose as she placed her finger across my lips. "There's more to my story."
Her tongue flicked teasingly across her lips, and she pulled her hand up my entire length, closing her fist around my bulb and squeezing then releasing, resting her fingers around the ridge under the head as she continued.
"Of course, it didn't end there. Before long, I was masturbating openly while Ellie ate some virgin's balls, or whatever. It was all very casual, as if it was as normal as brushing our teeth."
My cock throbbed, filling her hand, and then she pumped my shaft before continuing. She was now looking up, steadily meeting my gaze.
"I bet Daddy knows what happened next." She winked, and grinned.
"Do you mean me, or my cock?"
Her response was a hard tug that made me grimace. Still, Tina grinned, even wider, and my cock swelled larger, despite that second of pain.
"Silly Daddy," she laughed, slowly pumping her hand up and down my length, pausing to twist her fingers around the head, gently teasing my slit. She then rose up again on tiptoes and kissed me. It was not a tongue twisting deep throat sort of kiss, but not a chaste neighbourly peck either -- more a 'did she or didn't she jab her tongue into my cheek?' Though with my cock in her fist, expecting virginal shyness was hardly in step with the direction we seemed to be dancing towards. Well, swaying, the tempo influenced by her tequila intake.
"What happened was that one of Ellie's guys finally asked if I wanted to join in."
"And did you?"
"Of course," she giggled. "The first guy, I think I blew him after her fucked Ellie, then had my turn while he ate her. Or maybe that was the second. I think maybe the first was the plumber's apprentice who came to unclog the sink one night. He was so muscular. Even more than you."
Tina paused, toying with my shirt buttons with her left hand as she still stroked my cock with her right one. Before continuing, she flicked her tongue up, licking the spot where my throat rose from the shirt, and then tickling my chin.
"He was grumpy -- I guess he felt that our problem was beneath him, or maybe too many other girls washed long hair into their drains that week also. So Ellie said she would cheer him up. He hesitated first, because there are big bad rules about staff not fucking students, but it was the middle of the night, and Ellie was wearing barely there baby dolls. No man could resist. I leaned back on my bed and fingered myself as Ellie kissed him, and then his shirt buttons were popping across the room. From my corner, I could see his cock straining to get out of his heavy work pants; a lot like this one was a minute ago."
Tina squeezed my shaft, to emphasize which cock she was comparing to the plumber's excited tool.
"They even seem to be the same size," she giggled, teasing my slit with her thumb.
She let me hang free in the air, warmed by the heat radiated off her body, her skin almost grazing my tip. Her fingers went to her mouth and she paused with her lips pouting, and then she balanced her thumbnail on that fleshy ledge beneath her pearly teeth. I could see precum glistening on her skin. The corners of her mouth curled upwards into a brief smile and then Tina drew her thumb into her cheek, slurping away like a baby sucking its thumb.
"Ohhh, Daddy likes," she laughed as she pulled her shiny clean finger out of her lips with a loud 'pop'. She began stroking my shaft again, but it hardly needed the touch - the visual stimulation had maintained my arousal.
I got even harder, if that was possible as Tina spoke of the plumber adventure.
"Ellie took her time releasing him, rubbing her body all over his first, and taking his shirt off slowly, like he was doing a forced strip tease for her. By the time she shoved the shoulders off, I was leaning in the corner on my bed; my legs bent upwards, wide open, frigging my clit with this thumb."
She showed me the one she had been sucking, and gave it a good tonguing. My cock throbbed, wishing that mouth was wetting my flesh. If my balls drew up any tighter to my groin, they would explode out the abdominal wall.
"I used three fingers like a cock, thrusting deep into my wetness. The poor guy couldn't help but tear his eyes off of Ellie to look at what I was doing; the smushing sound was so loud." Tina giggled. "I'm even more wet right now, Daddy, want to check?"
I realized that my hands were still attached to my arms, but were dangling unused at my sides. Tina took my wrists in her hands, dropping my cock, which still brushed her belly as she swayed. She drew my right hand up to her left breast and forced me to knead that firm mound, the nipple hard against my palm. Tina moaned, her head leaning into my chest.
My left hand only needed a gentle tug to almost jump into Tina's groin. She opened her legs slightly and moaned as my middle finger slid effortless inside her. I instinctively thrust, and then began rotating, exploring her depths. My thumb teased her clit, which I discovered was as stiff as a miniature cock.
"Oh, Daddy, older men as so much better than boys my age," Tina groaned.
I was ready to fuck her right there -- images of throwing her onto the love seat, or bending her over the desk so that I could fuck her from behind rattled through my brain as her juices flooded down my hand. The gap created by my arm between our bodies allowed the tip of my hard cock to bobble rhythmically against Tina's tight young belly, brushing all around her navel. I slight shift and lift and she could easily be impaled on my weapon.
So I was caught by surprise when Tina pried my fingers from around her nipple and lifted her cheek from my chest. Then she stepped back, forcing my finger to drop from her gash with a 'plop' so loud I worried it might wake the neighbours.
Tina grabbed that hand in her own fingers and lifted it to my lips. "I tasted you," she moaned.
My jaw was already slack so she had no trouble sliding the tasty treat into my mouth. My tongue immediately reacted, slurping her tangy sweetness clean. Tina then released my wrist, shifting a little further back from me. She lifted her right shoulder in a tiny shrug, and then grabbed my forearm before I was fully relaxed. She brushed my hand up her thigh, which was coated with sticky fluids. Drawing my arm up her body, she left a trail that ran past her navel, between her tits and the glistened on her chin as she licked her own juices off of my palm.
Rising up on her toes, Tina cupped her hand below my neck and drew our mouths together for a proper kiss, her tongue jabbing between my teeth and lingering in my cheek as our flavours mingled. Her rock hard nipples rubbed my chest as her belly massaged my cock. Again, I thought of how easily I could just cup my hands around her asscheeks and impale her. Since my hands were just dangling in the air, that image caused me to fill my palms with Tina's butt, confirming that her firm young flesh was a nice pair of handfuls.
Before I could lift, Tina wriggled, pulling her mouth back from my lips, and creating space. Hands balled up on my chest, she spoke. "None of that until I finish my story."
"You, Ellie, and the plumber?"
"His name was Jake. Ellie had him pinned against the counter. Her back was towards me, but he could see me masturbating. He tapped Ellie on the head and asked 'what about your room mate?'."
I tried to keep my mind filled with images of Tina reclined on the bed, this same nakedness sprawled in a corner, nipples just as excited, knees spread, cunt gaping open as she fucked herself. Despite this, I could not entirely avoid thinking of my beautiful blonde baby, Ellie, rubbing up against the plumber.
"What was Ellie doing?" I croaked, not realizing what I was saying, the words spilling out of my mouth as quickly as I thought them.
"She was working down his body, untucking his shirt as she planted swift kisses all over his torso. Then she started undoing his belt and crouching. Of course, the weight of his cock forced his zipper open. Ellie had to kneel quickly to let his meat slap her cheek as it fell free."
"The slut." I could not believe I had just said that about my stepdaughter. I stood there, stunned, as I wrestled with images of Ellie's blonde head brushing up against Jake's excited tool.
"Oh, but I think Daddy likes Ellie being a slut," Tina observed, reaching to caress my cock. "You are even harder than Jake was, and Ellie was starting to lick him, so he was very stiff."
"How did the little slut do it?" I asked.
Tina giggled, the aroma of tequila bubbling out into the air. "I bet you want me to show you."
I nodded, barely able to breathe.
"Well, she dropped down sorta like this," Tina said as she squatted to my right, her hair brushing my erection, which she still grasped firmly. "And then went like so..."
Her voice was muffled as she lifted my shaft, ran her tongue up the underside, and then ran the tip around my rim, as if licking an ice cream cone. She swallowed the head briefly, but spit it out to continue speaking.
"I'll let you just imagine her head bobbing up and down deep throating Jake. I had to crawl out of my corner to the end of the bed; otherwise her head was in my way. Jake was leaning back, eyes shut, but he had not forgotten me. After a few moments, he tapped Ellie's noggin and said again 'what about your room mate?'"
I was still speechless, my brain still processing, catching up to the fact that my stepdaughter's best friend had just given me a blow job, or at least part of one.
"Ellie just told Jake that it was okay, that I liked to watch, did it all the time, but he said 'no, I mean will she join in?'. I admit I wasn't shocked. I guess I knew it would happen, if we stayed room mates long enough, but I always expected that it would be casual, that Ellie would be making out with some guy, one of them would accidentally brush me and...."
Tina did not bother finishing that thought. Instead, she licked the slit of my cock again and imitating her description of Ellie, swallowed my length into her throat, moving up and down smoothly, not gagging on my length. This girl was clearly not lying when she bragged of her expertise. Cascading images of my stepdaughter and various imagined guys, cozied up with Tina, made my balls tighten, ready to burst.
Tina could, I guess, feel the spasms building as my cock pulsed in her mouth. She kept a good grasp on the root to prevent ejaculation as she drew her head back, smiling up at me as the head popped out of her lips.
"Ellie was not quite as open minded as I thought. She kind of freaked, stopped making out with Jake. I was the one that shrugged, I think, and crawled to the end of the bed. I reached out and tugged him towards me, using his cock as a handle. At that point, I was greedy; I didn't really care about Ellie."
"What did she do?"
"She pouted for a moment as I started licking up and down Jake's fat shaft. I knew I tasted Ellie's saliva, but I was too horny to care, and the flavour was good anyway."
Tina paused again, bathing my rod like she had recalled doing to Jake. She popped my head into her cheek just long enough to swallow a tiny spurt of precum, and then continued.
"I guess after months of just watching, I was ready for my turn. Sharing was not on my mind. I just started sucking Jake's knob. I hardly noticed the tugging action dragging his balls down until Ellie's hair brushed against the side of my boob, tickling my nipple. I paused then and looked at her teabagging him."
Tina again lifted my cock to expose the underside of the shaft. This time, she flattened her tongue and ran it down, ending by slurping half my scrotum into her mouth, one ball bulging in her cheek as she rolled it with her tongue, demonstrating my stepdaughter's participation in the two girl hummer given to Jake the plumber.
My teabagging only lasted a few moments, because Tina seemed to lose her balance, and she rocked back on her heels. Thankfully, she spit me out of her mouth as she teetered backwards, avoiding the risk of testicular trauma. The string of her saliva that ran from her lower lip to my root dangled for a second before falling onto her tits, looking like a spray of semen from a completed act of fellatio, rather than just more build up.
"If you're not careful, I'm going to explode right in your face," I warned as I felt the tension in my groin tightening my abdominals.
"Well, we didn't let Jake do that, so you better not either," Tina slurred, the tequila still coursing through her brain.
"Who got to fuck him?" I asked, perhaps to speed the story along.
"You mean first?" Tina giggled as she spun my cock about like a joystick.
"You both fucked him?"
"Of course, silly Daddy...I told you that already. That part I won't be able to show you, since Ellie isn't here."
I felt my cheeks blush. "I wouldn't fuck Ellie anyway. I'm married to her mother, for gosh sakes. I'm sure she would not want to fuck me either. Besides, I'm not even going to fuck you -- you are way too young."
Tina laughed so hard she almost fell over. "That's ridiculous -- of course you'll fuck me. After I've sucked your cock, it's silly to try to deny that you want me. Your reaction tells me that your cock wants Ellie too."
"No, not Ellie," I insisted. Steering back to safer ground, I repeated, "so which of you fucked him...first."
"I tried to drag him back onto my bed, but Ellie insisted she saw him first, so she shoved me aside and sat him in a chair, and lowered her pussy right over his upright cock -- she was really wet and slid down his length without any trouble at all. Then she just bounced up and down."
Tina tugged me forward, using my erect love muscle like a handle. "I think I'll fuck you the same way Ellie fucked Jake," she said, spinning me into my chair.
"Fuck my pussy, Daddy," Tina yelled, dropping herself onto my erect pole, facing away from me.
My hands rose up, without conscious consideration. Tina grabbed them before I could hesitate, clamping them on her naked breast, my fingers caressing her nipples.
"I love your cock in my cunt," Tina growled.
"I can't believe how hard I am," I stupidly replied. Tina just giggled, a burst of tequila breath wafting over me, and leaned back, all the better to slide my cock almost fully out of her cunt, with just the head resting in her labia, and then to use our natural lubrication to slip down my belly like a kid on a water slide, slamming hard against my root.
Instinctively, as she jiggled, her cunt burrowing my cock deep into her womb, I tugged her nipples, at first softly, and then pinching as I pulled. She leaned back and bit my ear, moaning.
"Gawd, daddy, you fuck way better than Jake," Tina screamed, the walls of her cunt clamping tightly around my shaft.
"I may be old but I think I'm about to burst as quickly as a teenager," I warned.
"Its okay, come inside of me, I want to feel your hot seed bursting in my belly, and then I'll lick you clean just like I licked Jake after he filled Ellie with his cream."
My brain suddenly filled with a picture of Ellie, legs stretched wide, rising up so that Jake's cock -- which Tina said looked just like mine - was just barely still inside of her. Goo was cascading down Ellie's thighs, Jake's shaft was slick. Tina, naked in the imagined scene just like now, was bent over. She licked up Jake's rod, and then her tongue followed the trail upwards...
My brain froze on that image as simultaneously, my orgasm spasmed into Tina while her body shook with her own climax. As she slumped back against me, her pelvic muscles milking the final drops from my deflating weapon, I felt overloaded and woozy.
"Did you lick Ellie too...?" I managed to gasp.
"Do you really want to know, Daddy?" This was not Tina's voice.
I realized that Ellie had arrived home. I was speechless.
'How much had she seen?' I wondered, but this thought did overload my mind, and everything went black... |
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**Chapter 1**
Uncomfortable would be a good word to describe how Sean felt at the moment. Underage would have fit his situation even better. Decadence was shown lavishly about the dining hall; velvet curtains, silk hangings, tasteful paintings, and enormous crystal chandeliers hung everywhere to give the whole place the air of decadence and "old money". It was a GenenCorp shareholder's meeting to celebrate the company's breakthrough success in the pharmaceutics industry and Sean had been invited. He may be one of the largest independent shareholders at the decadent dinner, with up to thirty-four percent of the company's stock but he most definitely did not belong.
Sean was twenty-two years old.
So, to repeat what he was already thinking, he was very uncomfortable. Fact of the matter was he wasn't all that social a person. He went out little, preferring the company of a good book to most people he knew and never was into the wild party seen that many of his college buddies favored. He hardly thought of himself as anti-social, far from it, he enjoyed a good conversation or better yet a good debate on society and its morals, but he was a loner.
And so, Sean sat in the far corner of the room sipping an excellent vintage of cabernet sauvignon while he watched and listened to other shareholders boasting about their other investments while at the same time hiding how they play the market. It was disgusting. Sean could tell right away that most of them didn't have a clue as to what they were doing and simply stumbled across GenenCorp's stock by pure luck, a total shot in the dark to spend their leftover play money on. Sean knew the company had potential from the start. No insider info on this venture. He had been closely monitoring the company since it first built itself from the ground up, observing closely what went in and what came out. As he had predicted, GenenCorp's stock skyrocketed within a year and instantly Sean went from a scrounging college student with a BS is biochemistry to a millionaire. Of course none of his friends knew that, Sean's living habits didn't change. He still lived in the same two-bedroom apartment for the past three years while he worked on his graduate's degree in biochemistry and whittled away the time at his computer, monitoring stocks and reading. It was his idle hobby of watching the market that landed him with over six million dollars worth of stocks. To say he was ahead of schedule to retire early would be an understatement. If he so chose, Sean could retire right now and simply continue day trading.
So why was he here? He thought idly to himself. Sean wasn't so sure himself. A part of him thought it might be exciting to dress up and rub elbows with the rich and maybe find out any tidbits of useful information about GenenCorp from the board of directors that should be floating around. But there was more to it then that he supposed. He wasn't quite sure what else it was that drew him to the meeting but there was more than a need to get out every once in a while. Sean took another sip of his wine as he continued to scan the crowd. He always did that; old habits die hard. Then again, he never did try to stop himself from observing a room; he simply did it. He just didn't notice he subconsciously did it until he was thirteen. Sean popped a cracker with caviar in his mouth just as she sat down next to him and he nearly choked.
Seemingly out of nowhere a woman with raven-black hair in a stunning black dress that hinted at some very sensual curves pulled up a chair beside him and sat herself down. She wasn't very tall, only 5'4" judging by how she sat beside him, but she carried herself as if she were at least six-foot. She didn't look a day past thirty, but considering the crowd he was in Sean would roughly guess she was closer to thirty-two. She coolly pulled a fluke of champagne from the tray of a passing waiter and took a light sip. Sean didn't know what to say, too flabbergasted by the fierce intelligence that flared brightly behind her soft brown eyes, so he sat there dumbly, put on his poker face, and then turned back to watch the crowd, not wanting to make a major faux pas and scare the woman away. He did, though, continue to watch her from the corner of his eye.
Just as she did with him.
"I know this is awkward but I need your help," she said in a voice that was as enchanting to hear as she was to look at. She took another sip of her champagne as her eyes swept the crowd. Then Sean saw what she was looking out for and the only thought that ran through his head was, *Oh shit*. Breaking through the crowd was a man that was roughly 6'2" and at least two hundred pounds, all muscle, with a dark scowl on his face and he was heading straight for them. While Sean did stay in shape from hiking in the nearby hills and going to the gym whenever he could he very well knew that he looked very average when it came to physicality. At just 5'9" and a hundred and eighty pounds Sean definitely was not a Mr. Universe. Why the raven-haired woman chose to sit by him, he had no idea. Under the table he could feel the woman's manicured nails digging into his thigh as she calmly looked at the charging bull that stormed his way toward them. Unfortunately for Sean, he was never one to turn down a plea for assistance. He dropped his hand under the table and reassuringly held the woman's hand. She slowly let go and snuck a quick look at him, smiling in relief. Under other circumstances, Sean would have said something to break the ice but as it was, the hulking man was towering over the woman and was staring darkly over the both of them.
"Well hello, Charles," she said in an endearing tone. Her eyes flashed daggers. "How wonderful to see you. Tell me, how are the Twins? Are they keeping you happy?"
The tall man's gaze grew even darker and looked about to explode in fury. "'They' are fine, Elizabeth" he spat out between clenched teeth. "There seems to be a bit of a problem with the papers we signed last week."
"Oh, really?"
"Yes. It would appear that you now hold all the shares of GenenCorp. That is, all the shares that *I* bought."
"Now, Charles, you and I both agreed on those settlement papers years ago. And those shares became mine the moment you signed them. No point crying over spilt milk, dear." Her endearing smile and tone disappeared. "Your loss."
Charles' eyes hardened and his muscles bunched up as his arms rose to throttle Elizabeth.
"I suggest you do nothing rash."
It was the first words Sean had said all evening. Elizabeth and Charles both stopped what they were doing and looked at Sean. "As you can see, Elizabeth and I were in the middle of something when you barged in here. And I would take great offense if you said or did anything that would cause her any duress." It was Sean's turn to give a challenging glare. It was true though. He was never the kind of person to stand idly by while someone else was in trouble when he could do something to help. He supposed he got that annoying habit from reading too many fantasy novels.
"You, stay out of this," Charles said while he pointed a meaty finger at Sean, "Elizabeth, you are coming with me. Now."
Sean looked over at Elizabeth to see her respond. She didn't say anything but looked at him with pleading eyes, her fingernails dug into his thigh once more. That was all the reply he needed. "I'm sorry…Charles is it? Well, I'm sorry but it would appear Elizabeth does not wish your company at the moment." He stood up and lifted Elizabeth's arm slightly signaling her to stand as well. "Now, if you'll excuse us. I believe…"
Sean never finished as Charles made to shove him aside. Charles never finished the motion and his arms were brushed away before they could touch. Sean hoped this didn't end violently. He hated getting into violent situations. Surprised at being so easily fended off by a smaller man, Charles put his whole body into a push that would have knocked Sean flat on his back. Too bad for Charles Sean wasn't standing there any more. Sean sidestepped the larger man easily and tripped him with his foot. Charles lost his balance and fell face forward right into a waiter with a tray of red wine, which sent a fount of red right onto Charles dark gray suit. The clatter from the shattering crystal and silver tray drew everyone's attention where Charles stood amidst the mess, Sean had taken several tactful steps into the crowd already with Elizabeth perched on his arm. Charles spun around red-faced with embarrassment and anger but couldn't find the two and in a huff stormed back out of the dining hall. The crowd returned to buzzing about their initial conversations after a few inquiring comments into the interruption then continued on without a fuss. An unseen hand helped the waiter up and apologized for the larger fellow that knocked him over and placed a hundred-dollar bill in his breast pocket.
"Thank you very much for helping me out back there."
Sean turned around and found a pair of soft brown eyes that spoke volumes more than the words. It was apparent that she was frightened to death of Charles. Then Sean pieced it all together.
"No doubt your ex-husband has a varying opinion on that." Elizabeth's right eyebrow perked up at his words and smiled a small smile that made Sean's heart flip. "Is there anything more that I can help you out with? Fight off muggers, save your kidnapped children, defend your honor?"
"This isn't the way I had planned on meeting people. But I have to admit that the approach has its merits."
"Such as?"
"Meeting dashing young men that are willing to rescue the damsel in distress."
The two of them laughed at that and were soon in a long conversation that put Sean's mind at ease in the large crowd and Elizabeth's from her ex-husband. Elizabeth had recently divorced Charles, only a month since the ink dried on the settlement papers, and now she was a single woman with plenty of money and endless amount of time on her hands. A dangerous combination, Sean thought, and he said so. God, she had a beautiful laugh. She came to the party for the same reason he did, to simply get out of the house and ‘to play dress up' as she put it. Sean was surprised at how such a dazzling woman was so intelligent. Most of the girls he met in college didn't even have so much as half the good looks that Elizabeth did and didn't even so much as hold a matchstick to the bonfire of intellect that she possessed. Almost everything she did spoke confidence and daring that Sean found alluring and extremely sexy. But there was more to her than that. She had depth, a strong sense of self that he hadn't found anywhere else; and he had most definitely looked. He found that when she made her choices she stuck with them, unlike other girls his age that vacillated from one choice to the other and then finally went back again after they thought they had made up their mind. In other words, she wasn't fickle. Again, that strong sense of self kept hypnotizing him as the two of them talked about everything and nothing.
"So tell me," Elizabeth said as she took a sip of her champagne, "What is college-boy like you doing in an overly decadent dinner party such as this? Don't you have a beer bash to get to?"
"Gee, you're right," Sean said sarcastically, "I forgot all about the frat party tonight. I guess I'll have to apologize to all the other drunken college students who I don't know or care about in the haze of bong smoke, now won't I? Honestly, I was never part of that crowd and if you ever catch me in it as I burn away my youth, go ahead and shoot me. I probably would thank you for it in the afterlife. The party-hardy life was never my gig."
"And the classy dinner party is?"
"Well, I'm not much for any party scene at all. To tell you the truth, large crowds make me nervous. But I tell you what. There is one thing going for the classy dinner party."
"And what is that?"
"The classy beautiful women, of course." Sean said that while looking deep into Elizabeth's eyes and had the desired effect of making her blush.
"My, my and a charmer too."
"But of course! Care to dance?"
Elizabeth arched that eyebrow of hers again and Sean nearly melted on the spot. Instead of doing that though, he took her proffered hand and raised it to his lips then led her to the dance floor. The band had struck up a hot tango and Sean was glad he took the ballroom dancing classes that his friends ribbed him about. Sean wasn't surprised that Elizabeth could dance as well. Matter of fact, she was a fantastic dancer and with that black dress she wore had all the heads turned in their direction as the two of them swept the floor to the sultry music. Dancing with her was like holding on to a livewire, an electric charge zipping through every touch of skin accentuated with every step and turn. If she was a livewire then Sean never wanted be grounded even if it were the death of him, dancing with her felt that good. The band finished up and the two of them ended holding each other tightly, breathing heavily from the exciting dance. Again that burning light in her eyes had flared up and Sean was tempted to kiss her, crowd be-damned.
But he didn't. The mere fact that he thought about it gave him a giddy rush; he was never this bold, especially around women. The two of them looked at one another for a brief moment then Elizabeth led them off the dance floor to their table, a wide grin on her face.
"Wow," were the first things out of her mouth as they sat down to catch their breath.
"Enjoy yourself?"
"Immensely," she continued. "I haven't danced like that since…well since ever! I'm surprised I still remember the steps since when I took those classes in college. ‘Bout damn time I put it to use. God, listen to me go on. I haven't had that much fun in years."
"Didn't look like you had forgotten much," Sean commented, "How long ago since you took those classes."
"I'd have to say at least twe…" she caught herself but it was too late. "Damn, I shouldn't have let that slip." She had a bemused look on her face. Twelve years. That would roughly put her at thirty to thirty-four unless she got more than a bachelor's degree.
"Doesn't matter, I would have found out eventually by our second date." Did he just say that?
"My, my. *Second* date. Aren't we the confident one? What makes you say that there will be even a *first* date?"
"Because, like you said. You haven't had this much fun in years. You're a free woman now and I would be sorely disappointed if you didn't revel in it at first. Second, because I've always had at least a second date." He didn't mention that he had only had one girlfriend in his high school senior year but that lasted for over a year. "So, could I get your number?"
**Chapter 2**
What was she doing? She had never felt so nervous before. Elizabeth combed out her black hair, braided it, and then pinned it up. She hoped Sean liked it. He was just as fun over the phone as he was in person. They talked every night of the week and now she was going to see him again tonight. She had been anxiously waiting for Saturday night to come and now that it was here she was terrified. So many thoughts ran through her head. What did he see in her? Why did he ask her out? Did he have any idea who he had humiliated at the dinner party? She thought she was done with relationships and getting into trouble after she divorced her husband but now she was jumping into a whole new set of problems. She had vowed to herself that she wasn't going to get into anything entangling, just sit back, relax and enjoy the money that Charles was more than happy to give her in order to shut her up. And now, she was jumping into something entirely new with a younger man. A much younger man. She was thirty-four for Chrissakes! Granted, Sean made her feel like she was ten years younger but that wasn't it. There was more to it when he danced with her at the dinner party than just feeling young again, somehow he had gotten under her skin. There was something else about him that made her feel like *she* was the younger one.
The door chimed. *Oh shit! He's here already!* She looked up at the clock. He was ten minutes early! Didn't he know better than to show up early? He didn't give her time to put her makeup on. Barefoot, she made her way down the stairs and opened the door. It wasn't Sean.
It was Charles.
"Hello, Elizabeth."
Her heart froze in terror; she didn't know what to say.
"How kind of you to get all dressed up for me." The icy look in his eyes brought back so many terrible memories. Charles overpowered her and stepped into the house and shut it behind her. "Now it wasn't very *nice* of you to have left me like that at the dinner party the other night was it? ***Was it*?!!**"
"Well hello again," Elizabeth fought to keep the fear from reaching her voice, "I thought we had an agreement to stay away from each other."
"What, you actually believed I would stay away from you? After the humiliation you caused me with stunt with the GenenCorp stock?" Elizabeth found herself on the cold marble floor, her jaw throbbing. "Listen, *bitch*. No one makes a fool out of a Talworth, are we clear?" All Elizabeth could manage to do was gasp for air when his foot swung up and knocked the air out of her. "I SAID…"
"I believe Elizabeth heard you just fine."
Sean. She didn't hear the door chime. Charles must not have locked the door. Sean will get the crap beaten out of him. Oh, God, Sean, get out of here. RUN! But the words never came as she continued to catch her breath. All she could do was play silent witness when he got beat up.
"You again!" She watched Charles turn around to face the college boy. "You have a little something coming to you, you little twit. No crowd to hide in this time." Elizabeth watched from the floor as Charles threw a meaty fist at Sean. Again, Sean wasn't where the punch was aimed and appeared beside Charles. Elizabeth could hardly follow the flurry of punches and elbows that Sean rained down on her ex-husband and stared when Sean launched himself in the air while grabbing Charles by the collar, rolled backwards, and hurled the larger man out the open door.
The door slammed shut and Sean was by her side asking where she was hurt. She felt herself being lifted then placed gently on the couch by the fireplace. She heard him make some noise in the hall bathroom and then in the kitchen. A soft washcloth soaked in hot water was placed on her brow and gentle fingers probed her body for tender spots. She flinched when he touched her ribs and then moved on. The whole time she heard Sean softly cursing himself for showing up too late to help her before Charles could have harmed her.
By then Elizabeth had regained her breath and placed a hand on his to calm him. "Sean, I'm okay."
"Like hell you are. You just lay there and I'll see what I can do."
Elizabeth brushed away his hands and sat up. As much as she enjoyed the pampering, she had been through a lot worse and his efforts were very much appreciated but unnecessary. "Sean, really, I'm fine. I just had the wind knocked out of me is all." She wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly. "But I could really go for a hug right now." He returned her hug, carefully avoiding where Charles had kicked her. She may have felt like crying right then but she didn't. All those tears were shed a long time ago.
"It looks like I came just in the nick of time to rescue you again, O fair maiden."
Elizabeth chuckled at that and pushed back to take a good look at him. He definitely didn't look like he could take on someone nearly twice his size. What exactly was all that?
"I must say though," Sean whispered in her ear, "This has got to be the most exciting first date I have ever been on."
"I'm so sorry you had to see all that." She didn't want to say it but she had to. "If…" damn this shouldn't be so hard. "If you don't want to talk to me anymore I understand and…" A finger on her lips cut her off.
"No apologies." He cupped her face and stared intently at her with those beautiful brown eyes of his. "I'll have none of that. I have to admit, you definitely screwed up what I had planned for the evening but that's okay, hardly your fault. But the night's still young," he grinned at her, "and so am I. So how about we pick something up at the video store and order us a pizza and call it even. I'll even be gallant enough to order for you." That got a laugh out of her and she hugged him again. "I'll take that as a yes."
\* \* \*
"Hey, I think she likes it!"
Elizabeth could only nod as she took another bite out of the pizza with chicken and pesto. "I didn't know they made pizza with pesto. How'd you find out about it?"
"You kidding me? I'm a college student. To me pizza is cuisine." She smiled around her slice while they watched *Magnolia*. She had never seen it before and he said it was one of his favorites.
"Tom Cruise at his finest," he said at the video store.
"Really?" she couldn't help saying, "I thought he was *very* fine in *Top Gun*. Fine bod, fine butt, fine…"
"I get the point," he muttered, and then chuckled. "Plus there's Julianne Moore. Talk about fine."
"Touché."
"Speaking of fine," he bent over and nuzzled her neck.
"Oh my God," she gasped in surprise. "You keep this up and I'll take you right here in the store. What *will* the people think?"
"Nothing as bad as what's running through my mind," and he gave her warm body another squeeze as he briefly nuzzled her again.
*Jesus Buddha did I just say and do that? Man, Sean, what's gotten into you?* "Sorry, couldn't help myself."
"No apologies," she fired back without missing a beat.
They got back without any further incidences and Sean wrapped his arm around Elizabeth's shoulder and she wrapped hers around his waist like it was the most natural thing in the world. Sean held her close all night. She was a tough cookie but from what happened earlier in the evening she didn't have much choice in the matter. He gave her a gentle squeeze and she snuggled a little closer. He wasn't sure what it was about her but she definitely seemed to light his fire, and stoke it. She was beautiful for starters but it was more than that. There was that light of intelligence in her eyes hiding behind a playful glint. But sometimes when she thought he wasn't looking there was a pained expression on her face. Whatever it was he was willing to wait for her to tell him. No use rushing skeletons out of the closet. There was a good chance it had something to do about the age difference. She didn't say how old she was but they both knew that she was a good deal older than he was. In the end he hoped that they could put that behind them. He too had his own reservations about seeing a much older woman so he shouldn't be one to complain but he really liked her. Maybe, just maybe they could have something lasting. His best friend, Cheryl, said ‘Guys like you aren't the dating type. You're the marrying type.' And he had to agree. He only had one other girlfriend before that lasted for a year, and in terms of high school time anything longer than three months was considered serious, a year was almost unheard of. The movie ended and Sean let it sink in.
"So, how'd you like it?"
"Well, I must say the ending was very interesting. I'll never look at frogs the same way again. And Tom Cruise had an interesting role. There wasn't so much a plot so much as a group of stories but it all tied together in an interesting fashion. All in all it was a great movie."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it."
The two fell quiet, listening to the tape rewind, not saying anything. It was a comfortable silence and they just sat there and cuddled for a bit. Silence may be golden but all things come to an end. "Sean?"
"What?"
"I really like you, you know."
"I figured as much."
"I'm really glad you decided to stay."
"I am too."
"Sean?"
He chuckled. "Yes, dear?"
"I was wondering if you would stay the night."
Sean had to take a moment to think about that one.
"That depends ‘Liz."
"On what?"
"On what ‘staying the night' entails."
"Oh! Um, no sex for you?"
She said it so coquettishly that Sean couldn't help laughing out loud. He turned her around to face him, tilted down, and rubbed his nose on hers, causing her to giggle. "I wouldn't want to rush anything worth having. And anything with you is worth all the time in the world."
"I like that answer. One point for you."
Sean couldn't help smiling. "I have to be honest with you though. The flirting at the video store was very uncharacteristic of me. You just seem to bring out the bolder side of me for some reason. I just want to let you know that considering the circumstances you were in with your ex-husband I understand if you want to go very slow. I really like you too and…" *Come on Sean just say it*, "and I'm hoping that something can really become of this." He stopped a moment to let his words sink in. "I have to warn you though I don't like being jerked around. But then again you don't seem like the kind of person to do that. The reason I say this is because I haven't had a girlfriend since my senior year in high school and it was something serious for a year before I broke it off." He took a breath. "What I'm trying to say is I'm a dedicated person who's looking for something long term. If you're just looking for some short fling with a younger guy then look elsewhere and tell me what you want right now because I need to know before I start investing myself in this."
"You are the sweetest thing, you know that?" she buried herself in his arms. "I'm so glad you said that. No, I don't believe in one-night stands either. Personally I think one nighters are pointless trysts that leave one emptier than fulfilled. They *are* a waste of time and effort…"
"And money…" he added; she laughed.
"And yes, that too. Really, I don't know what I want right now. But it definitely isn't short term. To tell you the truth I don't really trust my own judgment right now when it comes to men. After the last one, as you saw, it was more than a complete disaster. But you seem like a nice guy that I'm getting to like more and more the more we talk. One thing at a time though, one day at a time. It will take me a while to build up enough trust to give to anyone right now. Please be patient."
"That, my dear, is something I am," he enjoyed holding her. She felt marvelous cuddled up in his arms. "Now do you plan for us to just crash out here or do you have something more accommodating in mind?"
"Oh, you don't think having me curled up in your lap is accommodating?" He laughed.
"Well I most certainly do but we are going to wake up with some serious kinks in our muscles."
"That's okay, then we could just work on giving each other back rubs."
"Good point."
"You're impossible! I was being facetious." She stood up and grabbed his hand, leading him up the stairs. "Oh, shoes off please. No shoes on the second floor. I hate a dirty carpet. Besides it feels good on the toes."
"Okay." And he walked towards her and pinned her to the wall.
"What are you doing?"
Sean bent over and lifted her right foot and took off her shoe then proceeded to give a light foot rub. "Following orders and taking off shoes. You didn't say whose." He switched to the other foot and repeated the process. Sean slipped his own shoes off with ease and stood up again, staring into Elizabeth's eyes. He could lose himself in them for a very long time, which he did. He stroked her cheek with the back of his right hand and kissed her gently on the lips. Since this was only the second time he had ever had a girlfriend he didn't have any real ground rules so there were no habits to break, just went on instinct. He was rewarded when she returned the gesture and kissed him back. Elizabeth was delicious. Sean pulled out of the kiss and nibbled a bit on her lower lip, her eyes were still closed. When she opened them again he continued the eye contact then winked at her. Elizabeth grinned bashfully then screamed in surprise as he quickly dropped and picked her up, cradling her in his deceptively strong arms. She continued to scream and flail while he carried her in his arms, grinning like the cat that caught the canary.
"You crazy sonofabitch," she screamed. She was laughing now. "Put me down. I'll scream…err…again!" Her laughter was like sunshine rain. "God, you're impossible. Are you always going to be this difficult?"
"Only when I think you're really enjoying yourself."
"You're too much."
Sean climbed the stairs easily, navigated the hallway under her direction, and set her down gently on a four-posted queen bed with white comforters and large pillows. "Nah, I've just had a lot bottled up over the years. You have any idea how hard it is to find a woman as fun as you are? Let's put it this way, I am a twenty-two year old in the prime of his youth and have been looking for the past three years for the right girl to fill that emptiness inside of me when I ended my first and last relationship before, until you. You're beautiful, you're classy, smart, witty, and have a laugh that makes my heart melt. I haven't had this much fun in years. I enjoy your company Elizabeth…err…Just what is your last name?"
"Well, it was Talworth but as you probably have guessed I don't want to be associated with that sleaze ball anymore, so I guess its Richards."
"Richards, huh?" She nodded. "Then I take it that your mother was the one that gave you your Asian heritage? Chinese I suspect."
"Yes." It was her turn to ask the questions. "And you're full blooded Chinese?"
"Yea. Made in Taiwan to be precise." He loved the sound of her laugh.
"Born here?"
"Nope. Came here when I was three but as you've guessed I'm a veritable twinkie. You know, yellow on the outside, very white inside. I was raised on Sesame Street, Legos, and Shakespeare."
"White inside, hmm? I wonder how creamy."
"You're horrible," he laughed, "*You* are going to have to wait to find out. Uh-uh-uh! You're idea."
She pouted a bit then smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"Just for being here. I get lonely sometimes around here. I don't get out much so I spend most of my time researching stocks. But that can get boring after a while. Speaking of stocks, you never did answer why you were at that dinner party. You a major shareholder?"
"Yea, I hold a good chunk of their shares. Bought them early in the game, too. Before their rhinovirus research was widely known. So I got a good price for it."
"How many shares we talking here? GenenCorp stock is pretty hard to come by. Rumor has it some stock tycoon nearly cornered the whole market on it and is holding a third of the public shares."
"Thirty-four percent actually," he turned away and looked out the window. "Two hundred seventy-eight thousand and forty-eight shares at the ongoing price of twenty-four and a sixteenth dollars per share. Bringing it to a total of roughly 6.67 million pre-tax dollars."
"Sean? How do you know those numbers?" He didn't say anything. Just held her closely. "You're the stock tycoon aren't you?" Again, he didn't say anything and continued to hold her. She shrugged out of his embrace and stood up. "I'm dating another fucking millionaire."
"Look, Elizabeth..."
"No, you look," she was breathing heavily now. "I have spent the past ten years of my life in a certifiable nightmare because I was stupid enough to think I was in love with an asshole who dazzled me with all his money. That money has a *very* short chain. And I am ***not*** going to wind up as another trophy wife. Get out."
"Elizabeth…"
"Get out of my ***FUCKING HOUSE!***"
Sean stood up and made his way down the stairs, his head hanging heavily between his shoulders, feeling every icy prick of Elizabeth's eyes on the back of his head. He reached the front door, grabbed his coat, and pulled out a pen and a small notepad from the breast pocket. He quickly scribbled something down and left it on the shoe rack. She immediately snatched it off the rack and tore his heart to pieces.
**Chapter 3**
"…and I got my term paper back today. Guess what? I got an ‘A'!" Cheryl was bubblier than usual, euphoric from her grade but she knew when someone wasn't listening. "Sean, I said I got an ‘A'."
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Good for you Cheryl. I'm happy for you."
"Sean," this usually wasn't like him. He usually listened whenever they talk unless he was playing video games but this time he wasn't. "What's going on? All last week you seemed giddy and happy and this week you look like you just failed a final or something. Is something wrong?"
"No, well, yes. But I don't think you'll be able to help. It's just something I have to figure out on my own."
Cheryl was a little surprised by his reticent behavior; he usually could talk to her about anything. If he didn't want to talk to her about it then it was probably pretty serious. She checked her watch. Damnit, she had class to get to. "Look, Sean. I got class in ten minutes, I better get going. I'll be back at my place in an hour or two. If you want to talk about it then call me, okay?"
"It's pretty dark out, I'll walk you to your car."
When they got to the parking lot, Sean was glad he was walking his best friend to her car. He had an uneasy feeling as they walked through the poorly lit lot and it wasn't just from thinking about Elizabeth. If it were a mugger or a car jacker then maybe he had deterred him from harming Cheryl. He closed her door and watched her car leave. That uneasy feeling only grew stronger after her car had left. He was being watched. Three large shadows appeared from behind a car and headed for him. Sensing what was very likely to happen, Sean relaxed his mind and mentally loosened his muscles. The three walked up to him and soon had his exit blocked. No matter, he wasn't planning on running.
"We have a message for you from a mutual friend of ours."
Sean crouched a little and balanced on the balls of his feet. "It seems that you've been messing with our friend's girl. He says to leave her alone or expect another visit from us." As the large figure said this the three goons closed in. The two that didn't talk moved in first, going for his arms. Sean charged one, feinted a punch but instead kicked the knee while the attacker's guard was up. A sickening crunch was followed by a scream, which Sean silenced with an elbow to the throat. Putting his weight into it, Sean, grabbed the first one by his sweater and swung him around, easily done since he only had one good leg to balance on, into the second guy. Sean bolted for the third one, surprising him, and landed a solid kick to the chest, knocking him back several feet. He spun around quickly and raced back to the second who was still trying to untangle himself from his buddy. Number two never saw Sean coming until it was too late and was sprawled on the floor in half a second. The third guy stood his ground and warily looked at his comrades sprawled on the asphalt.
"Now, you have a choice," Sean said. "You can tell our mutual friend to go leave me and Elizabeth alone and leave here uninjured. Or, you can still try to deliver *your* message and *still* deliver my message with my particular handwriting sported in black and blue on your body. Balls in your court, bub. What's it gonna be?"
The large man stepped to the side and Sean calmly walked around him. He stopped and turned around. The large man stiffened and stared at Sean. Slowly, Sean reached into his breast pocket and the large man's eyes widened in fear. Sean pulled out his wallet and dropped four one hundred dollar bills on the floor. "For your friends."
When Sean left the parking lot he ran back up to his apartment and opened the door opposite his bedroom. He stood there for a moment deciding whether or not to bring what was in it. No, not yet. Hopefully not ever. He closed the door and locked it.
By the time Sean got back to the parking lot the three ruffians were gone, a small trail of blood the only token of them having been there. He hopped into his black '98 Corolla and sped off. Many things ran through his head while he drove and he wiped them from his mind, trying to focus on what lay ahead. He hoped he didn't arrive too late like last time. Sean first took a tour around Elizabeth's block, thankfully not finding the black Mercedes parked nearby. He quickly pulled into Elizabeth's driveway and ran up to her door. He rang the chime and waited. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the flutter of a curtain. Good, she was being cautious now. Hopefully she had cooled down enough from three nights ago to talk to him.
The door opened a crack, a chain hanging between door and jamb. "I thought I made it clear I didn't want to see you again."
"I can't altogether agree with that but right now that isn't an option, yours or mine. Charles is very likely on his way here as we speak. It's your choice whether you want to deal with a perceived threat or a real one. I came here as soon as I could after three of his goons tried roughing me up a bit. They didn't do a very good job of it. Can I please come in?"
The door closed on him, he heard the chain sliding from the latch, and the door opened again. She left it open and walked to the living room. Sean closed it behind him and slid the chain in place and locked the new deadbolt. "You want to talk? Talk," she said icily.
The cold tone in her voice had finally gotten on his nerves. Something about the way she stood and the way she looked had gotten to him. *Damn stubborn women*. "That's it. I've just about had it. I've been kicking myself around for the past three nights, trying to see where I screwed up. But now I just realized it's not me. You had no right to yell at me Saturday night and you know it. I understand that you must have been through hell with that asshole ex of yours so I'm willing to cut you some slack for it. But the last three nights have pretty much worn out my tolerance and my patience. You are not being very fair to me. Yes, I have a lot of money. So what? I thought you liked me for *who* I was, not *what* I am. I thought you were a person of values and would have learned from your past that money doesn't count towards character. Matter of fact, it was that that brought me to ask you out in the first place. I thought your view of me would not be tainted by the money. I find I direly miscalculated. I don't really care about my money; I hardly ever spend it. Nor do I think money makes me more privileged than others. Nor grants me any rights above others. I am not Charles, I am not a tyrant." Sean sighed and sat down on the white leather couch, his mind spinning. "I really like you ‘Liz. From the moment you plopped down on the seat next to me you took my breath away, and not only from your looks. I looked in your eyes and what I saw was what I've been looking for, although I didn't know it at the time. You really hurt me last Saturday. I…I just needed to say that. If you don't want to be with me romantically then fine, that's your choice. Right now though I'm just concerned about a lovely woman who I've gotten to know over the past week who's in trouble." Sean got up from the couch. "If you need me my car's parked in your driveway where I'll be standing watch."
The whole time he didn't look at her, just stared into the empty bleached marble fireplace. He looked down now when he felt her hand clutch his, raising it to her tear streaked face. "Please, don't go," she managed to say between sobs. Sean sat back down and wrapped his arms around her. "I know…I know I…"
Sean shushed her and just held her tightly, cradling her precious heart in his arms. They stayed like that for the next ten minutes until she managed to calm herself and simply sat there silently letting her grief seep out. "God, what did that monster do to you," Sean managed to whisper.
Just then the door boomed with heavy pounding. "Speak of the devil." Sean tried to get up but Elizabeth just clutched him all the tighter. "Look, you run up to your room and hide. I'll see what I can do to Charley boy out there to deter him." His voice spoke the last sentence portending darkly of what he had in mind.
"No," she said, light flashing in her eyes. "This is my fight, not yours. I'll talk to him, I'll have to sooner or later and it would be better on my own terms than on his." She stood up and gave him a mock scowl. "But if it starts getting rough you had better be there or I'll give you a few lumps for not taking mine." Her grin became a smile and Sean beamed one right back at her. That was the woman he fell for last week. "Go hide behind the door and listen. If things start to get hairy just do your karate thingy or whatever that is." Sean was a little miffed by that. His *‘karate thingy'*? He was going to have to talk to her about that. The door pounded again and Sean sprung up and hid behind the door as Elizabeth opened it.
"Hello again, Charles," she answered the door frostily, her hand still holding it open.
"Whose car is that in the driveway?"
"If you really must know it belongs to that young chap that made a poor show of you twice now. I happen to be thanking him in the bedroom. Now, what is it you want?"
"Lying bitch," Sean could just imagine the sneer on the man's face. "I know for a fact that he isn't here. I have a few friends keeping him company right now. You remember Albert and the gang, don't you?" Sean's breath froze at that. "I see that you do," he continued, "And seeing as your little toy is probably broken now let's see if we can finish our last conversation." Sean saw Charles' arm rise from between the space in between the door and jamb. Immediately he put his shoulder to the door and slammed it in the man's face. He heard a yelp of surprise and pain along with some groaning. Apparently Charles was leaning in a bit and took some of the door right on the nose. Elizabeth had a neutral look on her face, still on edge. They heard a cell phone ring through the door and a lot of cussing on Charles' part. "What do you mean he got away? And what do you mean Fred's in the hospital?" Another string of purple words.
Sean tapped Elizabeth lightly on the shoulder to get her attention then winked at her with a mischievous grin. He flung the door open, "Hey, what the fuck is the meaning of all this? Oh, it's you again. Elizabeth, I thought I told you to let me deal with this little prick." He easily shoved Charles down the walkway, most of the fight taken out of him from the broken nose and surprise phone call. "I see your messengers didn't arrive in time to tell you that I just kicked their collective asses and to tell you that I want you to leave me and Elizabeth alone." Another shove. "Now get out of my sight before I give you a taste of what I gave your buddies!" And just like that, Charles ran for his car and sped off like the devil was chasing him.
Sean bent over laughing as soon as the car turned the corner. "That was perfect! I couldn't have planned that phone call better myself." He turned around and wrapped an arm around Elizabeth's shoulder. "Now that that's out of the way I do believe you were in the process of apologizing."
Elizabeth looked up at him and grinned, placing her index finger on the tip of his nose and laughed. "No apologies."
A moment later the two sat facing each other in the living room, sipping tea. "Are you sure you can't stay for the night?"
"Yes, ‘Liz," Sean said regretfully, "I really would love to be with you right now but I do have class early tomorrow, and I have the distinct feeling that if I stayed for the night you would find a way for me to stay up past my bedtime. But how about I see you Saturday night?"
She smiled at him and nodded.
"Great," he beamed a smile back, "How does five sound? Oh, and nothing fancy. I was planning on just a dinner and a movie or something like that." He stepped up to her and wrapped his arms about her waist. "You know, if I have to keep saving you simply to get a date with you I'd almost be afraid of what it would take to ask you to marry me." Elizabeth's look of startlement was too much for Sean and he found it impossible to hold back his laughter. He gave her a peck on the nose, which she crinkled in mild annoyance. "So, five okay?"
Elizabeth nodded in agreement, "And let's hope Charles doesn't decide to crash the party again."
"Yeah, well, we shouldn't have to worry about him or those goons of his for a while. I think I scared them a bit."
"Sean," she asked, "What did you do to Albert and his friends?"
"Oh, nothing really happened," Sean said evasively, "We just had a little discussion is all."
"A discussion that landed one of them in the hospital."
It could have been the morgue, Sean thought. "I'll see you Saturday night," he said instead and headed for the door.
"Sean?"
He turned around to find Elizabeth in his arms again. "Thank you." Elizabeth pulled away. "Now get going before I figure out a way to chain you here."
"You make that sound as if that were a bad thing."
"Go!"
"Yes, dear."
**Chapter 4**
"So tell me," Elizabeth said over a glass of cabernet sauvignon, "What is a millionaire doing driving a beat up old Corolla? I mean you could afford a Mercedes or a BMW. Hell you could afford three of each."
Sean laughed at that. "Yea, I suppose I could. But what would be the point if I already have a car that serves its purposes. Besides, I earned this car. I wouldn't sell it for any reason unless it broke down on me. Yes, a Mercedes would be nice but I consider myself ‘down to earth'."
Elizabeth looked at him quizzically as she took another bite of her steak. Sean was glad she wasn't the type that counted the calories and worried about it. She ate what she liked but exercised daily because she enjoyed it. He respected her for that. "Before I came into my money I was your typical high school student that scrounged every penny he got working part time to buy things. I saved and bought that car with my own money. Money that I truly earned. I was raised in a pretty rich neighborhood and saw a lot of other kids whose parents bought them expensive cars they crashed within a month. The kids were careless because their parents would just buy them a new one. I hated them; spoiled little snots that have never held a real job that paid dirt and rode you hard. They didn't value a single cent because they never had to sacrifice for it."
"My, aren't you a bitter one?" Elizabeth said playfully.
"I suppose you could say that," Sean replied then continued. "But the thing that gets me the most is that they grow up expecting the world to be handed to them on a silver platter. And somehow they pull it off through the connections their parents have. In other words, they don't have a single copper to their name. Don't get me wrong though, I had friends that were well off but they worked their asses off before their parents gave them anything. I respect my friends and their parents because they value the dollar. As for me, well, the money I earned from the stock market I never really consider mine. My grandmother passed away when I was ten and left me an inheritance of two hundred thousand when I came of age. So I never really consider it mine. I do take the money seriously though. So everything I have is through my own earnings, mostly work at the laboratory where I help research a few things under a professor. Whenever I get stuck in a jam I sell a few shares of stock but only as a last resort. I haven't had to do that too often since I live simply anyways."
Elizabeth mulled this over as she nibbled on a leaf of lettuce. "Then what do you plan on doing with all the money you're making from your investments?"
"I'm not sure yet," Sean said as he bit off another piece of the steak and chewed. "I always wanted to retire early. Maybe when I'm forty or so I'll just sit back and reap my rewards. I think I'll buy an island. I hear the Fiji Islands are nice this time of year. You like the Fiji Islands?"
Elizabeth laughed. "You're horrible. Are you ever serious?"
"Sometimes always," Sean replied.
"You know. I think I almost understand that oxymoron."
"Really? You'd be the first."
"It's perfectly logical nonsense."
It was Sean's turn to blink and think. "I think I like you," he said finally.
"I think so, too."
Sean heard the band play a slow jazz piece and stood up. "Care to dance?"
"I thought you would never ask."
Once again Sean swept Elizabeth off her feat and floated her across the dance floor like the night they met only two weeks ago. Had it only been two weeks? Sean found it hard to believe considering how much he cared for her. Her eyes sparkled as he led her across the dance floor. There were a few other couples on the floor but Sean only saw Elizabeth smiling at him as they glided back and forth. He couldn't put his finger on it but there was just something about her that drew him in like a moth to a flame. Time slipped by as he held her close and lost himself in those soft brown eyes, absently minding the steps as she floated in his arms. Before he knew it, the music was over and the two of them were the only ones left on the dance floor. He leaned down and kissed her. Her lips tasted like wine; her breath like a warm spring breeze. The touch of her lips to his sent a jolt of electricity down his spine, almost making him lose his balance. Sean lifted his hands and caressed her face.
All too soon the kiss was over and he stood there, losing himself in her eyes. They just stood there, his heart pounding in his ears, as he continued to look at her.
"Sean. People are staring."
"Then their parents never taught them that it was rude," Sean replied, still looking in her eyes. He just couldn't pull his eyes away. Somehow they got back to their table and Sean noticed that she was blushing about as furiously as he thought he was.
"You know…"
"I think…"
They spoke at the same time and blushed again, silence filling the gap. Finally, Sean worked up the nerve to finish what he meant to say. "You know, I don't think I've ever had this much fun." He reached across the table and held her hands in his. "And you know what else?"
"What?"
"No Charles to screw things up this time." They both laughed at that until the silence settled in again.
They didn't say anything for the rest of the dinner. Something significant had happened on that dance floor. Sean didn't exactly know what was going on; or rather he knew exactly what was happening but was too afraid to admit to himself. He had never felt this way before, not even with his high school sweetheart, Janice. The picture of Alice falling down the rabbit hole sprang to mind.
"Like Alice," she said.
"What?"
"I feel like Alice floating down the rabbit hole right now," she smiled, her eyes sparkling in the dim light.
"You know? I was thinking the same exact thing," Sean said.
"Great minds think alike."
"I think you just complimented yourself."
"Only if you think you're that great of a mind."
"Well, I don't think I have a big enough of an ego to admit that. *I* am the humblest man in the world."
Elizabeth laughed and the room seemed to brighten at the sound. Just then the waiter informed them that the restaurant was closing and then handed them their check. Sean didn't even bother to look at it and slipped a one hundred dollar bill in the fold. They made their way out the door as Sean gallantly held the door for her and did so again when they reached his car. He drove onto the freeway and headed for their next destination.
"So where to next?"
"How about a moonlit stroll through a park to walk off that heavy dinner?"
"Sounds perfect."
Sean pulled into a parking space ten minutes later by a park he knew featuring a large duck pond. The moon was out in full and not a cloud in the sky. The stars shined brightly above. They didn't say anything as they walked along dirt paths while holding hands in the warm summer night. Sean found them a bench by the pond's edge and steered Elizabeth towards it. She sat by him and cuddled in the crook of his right arm like it was the most natural thing in the world and let out a contented sigh.
"Thank you, Sean," Elizabeth spoke in to the moonlight. "This has probably been the best time I've ever had. If you keep this up I just might never want to leave you."
"I just might never want to let you go." Sean touched her chin and tilted her head up and kissed her. He had never felt such longing before for anything, but the touch of her lips on his was like an opiate and it was all he could do to not devour her on the spot. She may be older than him but there was a sweet innocence about her hidden behind the bold façade that she wore all the time. And that she would leave behind that mask when with him spoke volumes about her trust in him. The fact did not go unnoticed by him and he promised that he would do whatever it took to care for her. "*My God! Am I falling in love with her?"* he thought. And then the thought was lost in the softness of her lips.
The kiss broke and they sat there staring at each other in the whitewashed moonlight. Elizabeth looked at him and smiled her special smile at him that made his heart stick in his throat and curled up again in his arms. He wasn't sure how long they sat there like that but quite a while later he heard Elizabeth try to stifle a yawn.
"Tired?"
Sean felt Elizabeth's head nod in reply.
"Okey-dokey. Time to take you home," Sean said as he stood up. Elizabeth stood up with him and placed her arm around his waist, forcing him to wrap his arm around her shoulders as they walked back to his car. The drive back was quiet and Elizabeth had nodded off to sleep in his car by the time they pulled up to her driveway. Sean didn't have the heart to wake her up so he fished in her purse and found her house keys and then picked her up in his arms. He carried her into her house, climbed the stairs and placed her gently in her bed, tucking her in as he did so. He located her office and found some stationary then wrote a letter, which he placed on the pillow next to her. Sean quietly saw himself out and drove back to his place and thought of Elizabeth before he too fell asleep.
**Chapter 5**
Elizabeth woke up to the sun shining brightly on her face. She patted the empty space next to her and frowned, hoping to find Sean there when she woke up. She looked at the clock, wiping away sleep dust from her eyes as she did so. Nine o'clock. Well, at least she didn't sleep in too late. Staring at the ceiling for a moment before she dragged herself out of bed, Elizabeth found a note next to her when she sat up.
*Dearest Elizabeth,*
*Didn't know if I was overstepping my boundaries if I stayed with you for the night, although I have to tell you that I am very tempted to press my luck. At any rate, I have some things to take care of at my place first, some studying and stuff. But I will definitely want to see you again tonight. I'll probably be busy until midafternoon but after that I'm all yours, darlin'. Call me.
Lovingly yours,*
*Sean*
Elizabeth picked up her phone and dialed Sean's number. "Morning, Sean."
"Hey, morning to you too, ‘Liz."
"I missed you this morning."
"Then I take it I would have been invited to stay?"
"Most definitely. I did offer that first night didn't I?"
"I suppose so but you didn't this time. I don't think it quite right to impose on a sleeping host." Thank God he didn't mention she threw him out that night. She was still ashamed for doing that to him and it disturbed her to no small end how easily she snapped at him like that.
"Well consider this an open invitation to stay in my bed whenever you wish."
"Whoa. Could you say that again? I want to get this on tape. It's not every day a guy like me gets an invitation like that by a ravishing woman."
Elizabeth couldn't help smiling; it was good to know that he found her attractive. "I'd like to see you tonight. How about if I just hung out at your place today? I haven't seen it yet."
"With good reason. My place is a war zone! If you're coming over I better go get the shovel ASAP."
"Oh, I doubt it could be that bad."
"I do. Damn, how am going to take down those pinup posters off the ceiling? Oops, did I say that out loud?"
Elizabeth laughed out loud. Sean was definitely not the type to hang pinups in his room. "How does three sound?"
"Fine with me," he said. "I should have most of my studying done by lunch anyways."
Elizabeth hung up the phone. Just as well, she thought and sighed, she had some work to take care of on her own as well. Ever since Sean entered her life she could hardly keep her thoughts straight even when he wasn't there with her. She went about her morning routine, got dressed in jeans and light sweater, and had a light breakfast of toast and eggs then booted up the computer to see if there were any special reports coming in from her sources on the market. Nothing big was happening so she turned her computer off and went to take care of a couple of the accounting reports she had brought back with her. By noon she was done with what she had at home and decided to surprise Sean with an early visit. She swung by a sandwich shop and got them a couple of roast beef sandwiches and diet cokes. Sean said regular soda was too sweet for him. Twenty minutes later saw Elizabeth at Sean's front door. She knocked on the door and heard a voice shout out. Sean opened the door and the smile on his face was priceless.
"I couldn't help myself and decided to come by a little early," she held up the large paper bag, "And I brought lunch." Sean took a quick look at the bag, pushed her hand back down, and gave her a knee-buckling kiss.
"Thanks," he said and led her in. The place was nice. Spartan, but nice. No decorations whatsoever in the living room, all the furniture done in oak, a forty inch television with various cables running to a computer set up on the adjoining wall. The kitchen wasn't small as she thought it would have been but it wasn't large either, cozy. There was a toaster and a rice cooker sitting in the breakfast nook and a large wok on the gas rangetop. Of what she could see, he wasn't a slob and was glad he didn't fit the stereotypical college student mold in the messiness category. Just then a girl came out of the bathroom and Elizabeth felt her stomach clench.
"Oh, I didn't know you had a guest over. I'm sorry. I didn't know…" Elizabeth fumbled with the words and her feelings. The other girl was very cute with Korean features and short black hair tied back. Elizabeth felt a tinge of jealousy and hurt rising but suppressed as best she could and kept it from showing
Sean was still able to catch on to the situation when he saw her mask her face in indifference. He placed a finger on her lips. "You know the rules, ‘Liz. No apologies. ‘Liz, I'd like you to meet my best friend, Cheryl. Cheryl, this is my girlfriend, Elizabeth."
Cheryl raised her hand and smiled, "Hi! Pleased to meet you."
Elizabeth took the hand and forced a smile to her lips. "Nice to meet you, too. I didn't know Sean had a friend over otherwise I would have gotten you something, as well. Sorry."
"Sean. You didn't tell me you had a girlfriend. When did this happen?"
"We just met a couple of weeks ago," Elizabeth replied. She almost felt as if she were saying it like holding a shield.
"So that was why he was distracted all the time."
What was going on? Sean had never heard Elizabeth genuinely apologize before. He could tell Elizabeth was uncomfortable and tried to figure out how to put her at ease. "Anyways, Cheryl was just on her way out. I can't keep you two in the same room together for long or I'm sure you'll cook up something embarrassing for me to get stuck in. Can't have that. And don't forget about your paper due tomorrow, Cheryl."
"Yea, I've still got that term paper to pull out of my ass by tonight. Thanks for the talk Sean. Nice meeting you, Elizabeth. I'm sure we'll see each other again. Maybe we can swap stories." And then she headed out the door.
"Nice girl," Elizabeth said, "Very cute."
"Uh-oh," Sean responded, "I can see where this is going. Cheryl and I are *friends*, that's all. We met at the dorms freshman year and have been talking ever since. She started casually dating my former roommate a little over a year ago after she dumped her ex. Now that I've explained myself to you and told up front that there's nothing to worry about there's only one more thing that I can do to allay your fears."
"And what's that?"
Sean stepped up to her and firmly planted a kiss on her lips; the surprise of the move practically took her breath away. Her eyes fluttered open and she melted in his arms. Sean guided her to the couch and wrapped an arm around her. "Now that I've done pretty much all I can how about that lunch?" He fished around in the paper sack and pulled out the two wrapped bundles. He moved about in the kitchen and brought back plates and cups. They ate in silence but touched often, snuggling as they finished lunch. Despite the companionable quiet, Elizabeth was still uneasy about Cheryl. The girl made feel Elizabeth feel old but she didn't say anything. After they cleaned up, Sean showed her his room. Elizabeth was startled by what she saw. His room wasn't overly messy or neat, a bookshelf was filled to bursting by his desk, and a full sized bed in a corner under the window kept things cool during hot summer nights. But that wasn't what surprised her. Floor to ceiling along every available space on the walls were drawings. Not small works tacked haphazardly on the wall but a long continuous mural that stretched across the whole room. The theme shifted from flying birds to a sleeping dragon by the bed. All of it was done in charcoal, the shading dramatic and impressive. It was breathtaking.
"Wow," was all she could manage to say at first. "How long did it take for you to do this?"
"A little over two years," he explained. "I've always wanted to do this for the longest time. The panel on the door was actually something I did at home in high school then brought over. It's a lot of fun. Sometimes though it can be frustrating. I'm working on another one in the other room but it's far from finished."
"You seem to surprise me every time we're together."
"Well I've got to find a way to keep you interested, don't I?"
Elizabeth felt Sean hug her tight at the waist as she continued to look at the walls in amazement. He was good, very good. "How long have you been drawing?"
"Ever since I was about twelve. Started with comic books and moved on from there."
Elizabeth reached out to touch a phoenix blazing fire across the wall in black and white but stopped herself.
"It's alright," Sean said as he reached up and held her hand to the drawing. When he did that though she wasn't paying attention to the drawing. "I sprayed all of this with a fixative so it wouldn't smudge. The whole place smelled of chemicals for hours. I swear the pictures jumped off the walls and started moving on their own."
She chuckled. "I'm sure they did." She turned her attention away from the drawings and faced Sean. "So, what do you have planned for us today?"
"Besides kissing you silly," he smiled. "Well, I thought maybe we could rent something from the video store across the street and I could cook you dinner."
"And he cooks, too," she laughed, "I am not letting you out of my sight."
Sean chuckled. "Don't say that until *after* you've tried my cooking. But before that, care to talk to me about why Cheryl worries you so much?"
Elizabeth thought that she did a good job of hiding her thoughts. "Am I that obvious?"
"Not really, but I can tell none the less."
She sighed. "Well, I'm sure you already figured out that I'm thirty-four." He nodded. "I just don't understand what it is exactly that you see in me. And Cheryl is very cute. She's the kind of girl I worry about that will steal you away from me."
"Don't worry about her," Sean replied, "There's no chance of me winding up her boyfriend." Elizabeth noticed that he didn't say that he wouldn't fall for her. "And stop acting so paranoid. No, I'm not going to go after her. I've left that thought behind."
"So you admit that you might have before."
"Look, you said so yourself, she's cute. She's a nice person and we hang out a lot. But certain events developed that pretty much shut her from me when it comes to me furthering our friendship. Suffice it to say, she has a boyfriend. You can stop being jealous now, as cute as you look when you are it doesn't quite suit you."
Sean let it stand at that but Elizabeth still wasn't entirely so certain. "I know, it's just…" she took a moment to form her thoughts. "It's just that right now I'm at that stage where I like you, a lot."
"But…"
"But I still don't trust men in general all that much."
"So who did Charles have the affair with?"
The question took Elizabeth by surprise. "An intern working at Charles' workplace, Rebecca something. She's twenty-three."
"That's why you're so worried about losing me to someone younger. Well, I'll just have to stick around a while to prove you wrong. By the way, who are ‘the Twins'. You mentioned them at the dinner party."
"Rebecca's breasts," Elizabeth said flatly.
"Ah, I see. Big knockers, huh?" Sean sighed. "Well, I'm not a breast man so don't worry about that. Of what I can see, yours are nice enough for me." And he punctuated the remark when Elizabeth felt him cup her breasts through her sweater. He wasn't rough and grasping like Charles was, but gentle and coaxing. The feeling was very nice and she could feel her whole body warming up. Which was far enough for her. Elizabeth reached up between his legs and squeezed a bit.
"I think you've demonstrated your appreciation enough," she said, her eyes sparkled playfully.
"I beg to differ," she squeezed a little tighter. "But it looks like you've got me by the balls." He grinned. "Perhaps later, though?"
Elizabeth turned around and gave him a lingering kiss that they both thoroughly enjoyed. "Depends on your cooking, sweetheart." She beamed a small smile his way. "Don't you just love it when girls play hard to get?"
"There's an easy answer to that one," Sean replied, "They never do. Never been hit on."
"I find that hard to believe," she said truthfully.
"I certainly don't. I have no illusions about my attractiveness. I'm plain vanilla by all appearances."
"You are not plain. You just hide yourself very well. I saw well you cleaned up at the shareholder's meeting. Most girls your age are naïve enough to only see what's on the outside," she finished for him. "Not all girls are like that."
"I certainly think so," Sean tilted her chin up and looked piercingly into her eyes. "That's why it took a woman to find out who I am." He leaned in and kissed her until her toes curled. Eventually they broke for air and simply stood staring into one another's eyes. Elizabeth's heart tumbled end over end as she desperately tried to regain control of her breathing. Damn! How did he do that? Charles never made her heart race like this even before they were married.
"So, how about that movie?"
**Chapter 6**
This was nice. Sean sat on his couch reading a fantasy novel on a lazy Saturday afternoon with Elizabeth laying her head in his lap reading her own suspense-thriller. He had dreamed of moments like these. Simply being relaxed and leisurely with someone he loved. He loved her. He had finally come to admit to himself after being with her for the past month. It was one of the most anticipated and frightening concepts of his life. He was in love. Sean couldn't tell her yet though. He had discovered earlier that saying the Big Three would seal his fate to hers forever. It wasn't that he didn't want to be with her, far from it. But there were still things that she had to learn about him and if those skeletons in his closet scared her off after he told her how he felt, it would pretty much tear him apart. He didn't want to go through another break up, the first one still hurt although it happened four years ago.
Gently, Sean stroked Elizabeth's face and looked down at her. She looked up at him and pointedly cuddled up to his hand, smiling contentedly at him. "It's about time I showed you the other room." Elizabeth knew what he meant. Every once in a while Elizabeth would ask about the locked door across the hall from his bedroom and every time Sean would steer the conversation away from it. There was nothing perversely sick about the room, just unusual. Enough so that he was certain it would scare most people. Not even Cheryl knew what was in there. But the fear of losing Elizabeth after he said that he loved her proved too great a fear for him. Best to do it now and get it out of the way.
Elizabeth set her book aside and sat up. "You don't have to show me what's in there, Sean."
"Yes I do. If not now, then eventually I will have to. I think it better that you know early on what you're getting yourself into if you want to be with me. There's nothing perverse in there. Just unusual is all. But it is an important part of who I am. What I am." He held out his hand and led her to the door opposite his bedroom. He pulled a complexly designed silver key from his wallet and placed it in Elizabeth's hand. Sean watched as Elizabeth slowly raised her hand and inserted the key then turned the lock. The door swung silently inward to reveal the other room.
Elizabeth took a moment to look at peer inside the dark room and took a step forward. Sean watched Elizabeth's eyes take in the view of his training room. The walls were covered in various swords, daggers, polearms, and other martial weapons. By the far wall stood what was called a ‘wooden man', a five-foot tall log with various foot long pegs protruding out of the body. The adjacent wall stood a short cherry wood table with a black, scabbarded sword. Sean watched as Elizabeth's face as it shifted from surprise to curiosity, no fear.
"I've been practicing various forms of martial arts since I was five. It's sort of become a passion of mine. Every weapon you see here I am proficient in. It's taken me a long time to get this far."
"Why?"
"I don't know. I really don't," Sean thought as he walked across to the short table with the sword. "All I know is that I have a knack for it. I'm good at it, it feels good. Not the violence, mind you. But there's this feeling I get deep inside me as if I'm complete when I practice. It's a liberating experience. I become so focused on the actions that I exclude the world. It all drifts away and I find peace there. Some part of me tells me that it will come in handy some day and I believe it. Besides, better safe than sorry, right?"
"How many weapons do you know?"
"The twenty you see here on the wall but I prefer the katana over the others. It was custom made. Titanium alloy, acid etched. The works. Cost me a pretty penny for it I can tell you that. None of these here are showpieces. They're all combat ready and razor sharp. I don't fool around with my training. I practice long and hard with each of these. I take it *very* seriously. Now you know what it is I do in my spare time. So what do you think?"
"I'm not sure what to think," Sean could tell she was a little surprised at it all, not that he could blame her, he didn't even know what to make of it at times. "It's a bit much to take in all at one time. But I still don't understand why."
"What's the most exhilarating feeling you've ever had," Sean asked. "Where every nerve in your body is alive, burning like wildfire. It's hard for me to explain it when *I* don't even know what to make of it. But I figured you deserve to know about this. None of my friends know about this. They wouldn't understand."
"And you think I will?"
"Well, not exactly. But I was hoping you would be a little accepting. Acknowledge what is in this room and then think that it's just one of my weird quirks then leave it be. I don't expect you to understand it. I hardly do at times."
"Then teach me."
"What?"
"Teach me." Elizabeth turned around and looked deeply into Sean's eyes. "I want to understand. I want to learn. I want to learn more about you." She stepped up to him and cupped his face, then kissed him deeply.
Sean broke the kiss. "I don't know if I can do that."
"Why?"
"Just…just give me a little time to come to a decision. It's not something that you can pick up like a book in a store. What I can teach you goes beyond what you can learn from just walking into some studio out there. There's more than just the motions. There's the mentality. It's dangerous, mercurial. Just give me time, okay?"
She nodded and gave him another warm kiss, understanding, caring. They lost themselves in the embrace, time blissfully slipping away. Sean's head swam as he tried to think about Elizabeth's request but lost his train of thought as his girlfriend took his breath away. He could think about it later.
**Chapter 7**
"Nervous?"
"You have no idea," Sean answered.
"You big jerk," Elizabeth said while playfully swatting him on the shoulder. "I should be the one nervous about meeting your friends, not you." She wondered if she was dressed appropriately in blue jeans and black t-shirt.
"Yeah, I know," Sean said as he thought about his friends coming over, "But you have to understand I usually am not all that open towards my friends. They don't know much about my personal life, except for maybe Cheryl and of that only half of it. I am definitely not openly affectionate around anyone but you. Most of the time I'm just goofy and weird. Since I have the money I can call myself eccentric but they don't know about that. This is probably the first time where my personal life and my social life will meet. I like to keep them separate. If I had a choice I'd buy us a nice cabin in the woods with acres of land and you and I can just be together. But that won't happen. And no, it's not you. I'm sure they'll like you; it's me I'm worried about. I don't want to hurt you when I act differently. I may come off as a little aloof and strange when they get here so don't say I didn't warn you."
"Sean, that's why I want to meet your friends. So I can see another part of you. There's a lot of mystery wrapped up in you I intend on figuring you out."
Just then someone knocked on the door. Sean stepped toward it but was swung around by Elizabeth as she planted a very disarming kiss on his lips. "I love you," slipped out of Sean's mouth as they broke the kiss. Elizabeth's eyes widened in surprise. The two stared at each other in shock, Sean for saying it and Elizabeth from hearing it. But Sean was quicker to grab his wits about him as the person outside knocked again. "Aha, I turned the tables around. Point for me!" He grinned playfully at Elizabeth and winked at her as he opened the door.
The first of his friends, Vince, showed up. "Sorry about the delay. Elizabeth and I were just sharing a word or three," he beamed a smile her way which snapped her back to attention. "Vince I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, Elizabeth." Pleasantries were exchanged and a couple of more friends arrived. Derrick and Cheryl showed up last and more introductions were spread. They all filed back out of the apartment and into their cars for the mall.
"So, Elizabeth," Derrick said, "What do you do for a living?"
"Well, I'm an on and off accountant but mostly I'm just living off of what my lawyer could gut out of my rich ex-husband."
"You were married?" The whole group seemed to quiet a bit to listen.
"Sure, hasn't everybody?" Elizabeth fired off. "Nah, I just realized that he was jerk after we got married."
"Well, Sean's got nothing to worry about," Cheryl said. "He's a college student. Not a cent on him that he doesn't have to pay financial aid back for."
"I assure you that wasn't why I approached him."
"How did you two meet?"
Elizabeth chose her words carefully. She remembered Sean telling her that none of his friends knew how rich he was. "We met at a party."
"A party? Sean? You sure about that? Sean's not the kind to party."
"Not the typical beer bash guys. One of the stocks I invest in was throwing a sort of investor's meeting and I decided to show up. You know, so they could get us to buy more shares. Propaganda ball of sorts."
"Has any of that paid off?"
"Well, you know how it is. You jump in at the wrong time and jump out at an even worse time. But sometimes you get lucky. I just manage, I suppose." Elizabeth noticed how he sidestepped their meeting. Personally, she preferred they didn't know about Charles either.
"Anyways," Elizabeth continued, "I happened to sit next to Sean and he asked me to dance with him. The rest, they say, is history."
"I didn't know Sean could dance," Cheryl said.
"How long have you two been together now?" from Derrick.
"I can't dance. Not to that hip-hop funk that most people play at the college bashes at least. And trance just reminds me too much of Mortal Kombat. Nah, ballroom's for me. And we've been going out for the past four months now."
"Ballroom? You really are an old fogy."
Sean merely shrugged. Elizabeth had to wonder at how easily his friends questions slid around him, they thought him strange and never bothered to figure him out. He was a stranger to them. She wondered what his life was like to be so hidden and at the same time she was honored that he would trust her so much with his life. But then again…there was still so much to unlock about him. The conversation changed directions and the group discussed something else amongst themselves. Sean sidled up next to her and gently rubbed the small of her back.
"Hey." Elizabeth smiled at him. "Thanks for keeping the lid on things about my financial status."
"Thanks for not talking about Charles."
"You know, there's still a lot of things that you don't know about me and there's a lot of things I don't know about you. But whatever those details are I promise we'll find out together."
"I certainly hope so," she replied, "Having a past to hide means you've got character worth digging for."
"About what I said earlier. Um…it sort of just popped out. I do mean it though. I just haven't found the right time to say it."
"Well, now it's out in the open. No apologies. Besides, I feel the same way."
Elizabeth watched as Sean's eyes grew wide with hope. "I love me, too," she said. Sean's eyes dimmed and in a blink that goofy mask of insincerity slid into place as he laughed. She grabbed him by the front of his shirt, pulled him in tight, and whispered in his ear, "I love you." And right there in front of all his friends she kissed him, long, passionately, with just a bit of tongue to simmer the blood.
"Whoa, you two," Derrick called out, smiling, "Get a room."
Together, Elizabeth and Sean gave Derrick the finger and continued the kiss until they ran out of breath. The two broke, laughing. For the second time that night Sean surprised her and picked her up in his arms and spun her around, the two smiling at each other without a care in the world. Sean's friends stared at the two of them and did what they could to either look elsewhere or rib Sean about getting a room. Elizabeth saw that Sean blushed as bright as she did and just wrapped her right arm tightly around his waist.
The rest of the evening was pleasant and was even comfortable as they strolled around the mall and window-shopped. Elizabeth picked up a thing or two, and shoes to go with them, of course, while she watched Sean look at a few watches on display as he waited for her. The night was over and soon everyone filed out into their respective cars and headed back to their apartments. "Good night you two," Derrick said as everyone was leaving the parking lot. "It was nice meeting you Elizabeth." Cheryl chirped the same. "We'll see you two later." The two got into Derrick's old Volvo station wagon and left.
"Well, that didn't go so badly," Elizabeth, said.
"No, I suppose not. They seem to like you. So when's it my turn to meet your friends?"
Elizabeth took a moment to answer that. "More like ‘friend'. I suppose it's about time I introduced you to Vanessa now that you got me to say that I love you."
"Well, you didn't *have* to say it…"
She swatted him on the arm. "Oh yes I did. I couldn't have you leaving me flabbergasted all night when you sprung those words on me first." Elizabeth didn't know what came over and pulled him up close, her eyes sad and desperate. "Please? Say it again, so I know it's not a dream."
Sean reached up and cupped her face, staring warmly into her eyes. "I love you, Elizabeth Richards. I don't know where we'll wind up but we'll be together. I promise you that. I love you." He kissed her, as hungrily and desperately as she kissed him. "I've been alone for too long and the gods be damned if they ever try to separate me from you."
Elizabeth's legs gave out beneath her and she crumpled into his loving arms, tears of joy streaking down her face.
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Sean drove Elizabeth back to her place. The house was still and quiet. They didn't say anything on the drive back. They didn't have to. Elizabeth put her hand on Sean's and smiled at him as he pulled up to the driveway. "Please, stay the night?" Elizabeth didn't even really have to ask him he wanted to hold her tonight so that he could wake up in the morning and be sure that it all wasn't just a dream. She loved him! After four months of seeing each other they admitted that they loved one another. Sean really didn't know what to think. His mind was in a sort of haze at the revelation. They walked up to the front door and Elizabeth let them in. Sean closed the door behind him and nearly had the wind knocked from him when Elizabeth veritably pounced on his lips. Her hands were all over him, scrabbling at his clothes, feeling his muscles through the fabric. Sean was completely stunned, his mind worked desperately to catch up to his racing heart. That didn't mean he didn't kiss back, he gave as good as he got. His hands raced over her lithe form, gently running his hands up her sides, tracing her ribs, and finally cupping the shape of her breasts in his hands. God, her soft breasts were a delight to touch. Firm yet soft, the hard nubbins of her nipples poked through her bra, which he gently rubbed with his thumbs. She moaned into his mouth as her hips ground into his. Sean slipped his right thigh between her legs and sawed it across the crotch of her jeans.
They broke their kiss and gasped. "God, I want you." Elizabeth said between ragged breaths. "I've wanted you since you tangoed with me at that shareholders meeting the first time we met. You made me feel like a woman then. Make me feel a woman now."
Sean felt his denim shirt being torn open as Elizabeth renewed her attack on him. Buttons flew every which way as they popped off his torso. Their mouths mashed together in a twisting battle where the victor devoured the other. Sean liked how things were progressing, he wanted her as badly as she needed him, but he had other plans in mind for their first time. He gently gripped her by the wrists to stop her marauding hands and pulled them high up and apart as he slid his face from her mouth to her neck. Her flesh along her neck was hot and strained with tension like a violin string, and he planned on playing a full symphony on her before the night was over. Sean placed her hands behind his neck but they managed to slip up a bit to gently grip his hair as he continued his ministrations. His teeth grazed her neck and then clamped down as his arms reached around and scooped her up. He looked at her as she stared hungrily into his eyes with enough fire to melt steel, her breaths drawn in ragged pulls as she bit her lower lip in anxious anticipation.
Sean took a moment to leave his shoes at the foot of the staircase as he carried the woman he loved to her bedroom. He flipped the light on then placed her gently on the soft four-posted bed. "Did I ever mention that I love you?" he said before he dove into another breathtaking kiss. His arms roamed over her body, up and down her breasts and sides then rested at the top of her jeans. Effortlessly he unbuttoned the jeans and ever so slowly slid the zipper down. Sean broke the kiss and his face joined his hands as they exposed inch by precious inch of her black silk panties. When Sean saw those he looked up at Elizabeth questioningly.
"I've been wanting to get you in bed for the past two weeks but never had the conviction to go through with it, maybe hoping you'd be just a tad more aggressive. I…"
Her comment was cut short when she gasped as Sean buried his face in her crotch, his tongue and mouth rubbing the silk lingerie, in appreciation of her forethought. Her body arched in response, giving Sean the clearance to pull down her pants. Wanting to relish every second, Sean pulled her jeans down slowly with his right hand as his left kneaded her right thigh and planted kisses along every freshly exposed inch. His mouth trailed wet saliva down her leg as he kissed, licked, and nibbled down her right leg. Finally, the jeans were down to her ankles. He spent a moment to massage her calves then whipped the jeans off her feet and threw them across the room in one smooth motion. Sean switched to the right calf and ran gentle kisses up her leg as he rested her foot on his shoulder and even took a moment to nibble behind her knee.
"Oh God, Sean," Elizabeth gasped. "I never knew that was an erogenous zone. I…God I've never felt this wet before. Please, Sean make love to me now."
Almost idly, Sean ran his index finger over the silky panties covering her mound and talked to her as if he were thinking of something else, although his mind was reeling at how hot it felt through the fabric. "Why, Elizabeth. I am making love to you. I'm enjoying this very much." His finger slipped under the silk and she gasped when the touch of his finger fired nerves straight up to her brain and back. Gods she was damp! He stretched out the panties and then ran his finger up and down, toying with it in idle playfulness. Again he kissed the back of her knee. "I love you, Elizabeth. Now that you know it I want you to *feel* it." The finger withdrew and snapped the panty on her heat. Sean watched as his lover snapped her head back and arched, her back bending as a small orgasm shivered through her system.
Sean was amazed. She came already and he only had just begun the foreplay. At this rate he might very well break her by the end of the night. Good, he thought and smiled. His hands continued their massage of her left thigh as his mouth worked up and into her inner thigh. He could hear her panting with arousal and lust now. He made deliberate, slow progress up those inches and when he reached the crotch of her panties his nose was assailed with the scent of her lust. Like a timid explorer he nudged her panties with his nose and mouth, taking it into his mouth and tasting it, then feeling the fabric with his tongue. His tongue slid around it and contacted with one of her petals. Again, her back arched and again Sean took advantage of the situation to pull his head back to draw the damp silk from her. He pulled it all the way back and off, whipping his head to send it to the side of the bed.
As he did so his hands snaked up under her t-shirt and began supporting her back as he drew her into a kiss. He lifted his elbows and raised the shirt up to just below her breasts. She got the message and lifted her arms above her head. With a clean jerk the shirt flew across the room. Her bra soon followed with record-breaking speed. Elizabeth reached her hands around his neck and held the kiss. Sean then felt her let go as they glided over his body under the shirt and felt her moan into his mouth in approval of his tight muscles. She tugged and the bottom of his shirt was pulled out. Apparently she wanted to play too as he felt the shirt snapped back over his shoulders. Their bodies melted into one another in the motion and they both moaned into the other's mouth at their first body-to-body contact. Sean could feel the hard tips of her nipples digging into his chest. He ground his body into hers to increase the friction, which she responded to ardently as they kissed. His own shirt was tossed aside and then he found himself on his back. The little minx just took control.
In a blink Elizabeth was straddling Sean, her naked form grinding into him, her hands above her head as she tousled her hair in wild abandon. "Gods you're the sexiest thing I've ever seen." He watched as she smiled down at him and winked. She mashed her hips into him again and bit her lower lip in pleasure; she was enjoying the rough surface of his jeans. Her hands stopped playing with her hair and slipped over her lithe form, taking a moment to caress the outline of her breasts. Sean's hands moved up to join in on the fun but she slapped them away playfully. This was her time. Sean had to admit it was the well beyond merely erotic and his cock was straining again the constricting clothes. She had him nearly chomping at the bit in self-restraint, he wanted more than anything to strip and plunge into her right then. But he loved her. This was about her needs as much as it was his. Besides, it was damn enjoyable! So he lay back and watched as her hands continued to journey south to where their hips met and she began undoing his belt. The buckle popped open and her hands made quick work with the top button. She arched her eyebrow seductively like she did the first night they met and said, "Payback's a bitch."
With that her whole body slid down between his legs and Sean watched in amazement as Elizabeth pulled down his fly with her teeth. She nuzzled his crotch much as he did to her and Sean lifted his own hips in response. With fewer preambles than his own approach, she whipped his jeans right off his legs and they hit the opposite wall. Sean's cock slipped through the opening in his boxers almost instantly.
"Hello," Elizabeth said in a sultry tone. "What have we here? Looks tasty." And Sean watched in anticipation as she licked the length of him from balls to tip. The sensation was phenomenal. She tugged the waistband of his boxers so he raised his hips…right into her mouth. Thank goodness she had quick hands because as soon as he slipped into her mouth he shuddered and slipped back down. She twirled his boxers on the end of her finger and sent them sailing to join the rest of his clothes on the floor. Elizabeth lowered her head and gave Sean another long, slow, tortuous lick along his length then continued moving up, her whole body grazing the tip of his cock until she was hovering right above him. Elizabeth had straddled him again but only hovered above him, the heat emanating off of her causing his dick to twitch and jump.
Elizabeth leaned down and kissed him gently on the lips. Sean felt something warm and wet on his face. He opened his eyes to find tears trickling down Elizabeth's face. He broke the kiss and craned his neck to kiss the tears from her face.
"I will always treasure you, my love," he said. She cried all the harder and her arms began to lose the ability to hold herself up. Sean drew her slowly down into a warm kiss and wrapped her in his arms. He rolled and was now on top. "Now, let's see if I can get this right." Sean scooted down again and laid kisses down her neck, paying attention to the hollows below her ears and the pits of her collarbone. He plunged into the space between her breasts and nuzzled up and down the sides of them while her fingers twined in his hair. He licked beneath her breasts and then began a swirled trail towards her right nipple. The hard nubbin was eagerly protruding in arousal and Elizabeth let out soft whimper when his mouth descended on it. His tongue swirled it in his mouth, his teeth grazed it lightly, and sucked on her firm flesh. Meanwhile, Sean's right hand gently played with her other breast. He kept it up for a good, long time and then switched breasts. Within moments he had her keyed to a fevered panting of arousal. When he thought he had spent enough time on her breasts he made his way down, nibbling and licking her smooth belly as he went, to her awaiting mons.
The smell of arousal was so thick between her legs it was like a wall. Sean gently licked Elizabeth's inner thighs and then steadily moved up. She had shaven until there was only a small patch above her pussy. Sean showed his appreciation by licking the outline of her pubic hair. He could see that her clit was already unhooded, shining at him with wetness, but he decided to ignore it for now. Her legs splayed out before him showed him a perfect flower open to him, its petals open and inviting. He gave one petal a long lick and felt her body seize as she gasped. Sean gave the other petal a long, slow lick and her body gave the same response. He kept up his oral attention on just the puffy lips for fifteen minutes and had her writhing beneath him in a frantic sexual frenzy. By then Elizabeth was pleading for him to let her cumm.
"Please, Sean…gasp…please…let me…pant…YES!"
Sean zeroed in on her clit and, with lack of a better word, devoured her. His tongue and mouth ravaged every millimeter of that hard nubbin, licking, sucking, nibbling. Everything Sean could think of to do with his mouth he did. He was drunk on her passion; the heat of her throes was like a catalyst in opening a part of him he never knew existed. Elizabeth's body thrashed and bucked but he held on tightly, whipping his tongue across her little button. He slid a finger inside her and hooked it, finding a slightly rougher spot inside of her. He rubbed it. If she was wild before then she was savage now, the way her hips tossed in the air. Elizabeth's back arched and stayed paralyzed like that for a couple of minutes, her voice gone silent as her brain shorted out. Just as suddenly she collapsed and slumped on the bed, spent.
Sean crawled up beside her and wiped strands of wet hair from her sweat soaked face. Elizabeth was panting heavily, her body trying to cool down from her orgasm. Her eyes were closed as she tried to regain her breath. "Oh my God, Sean. I've never felt anything even remotely like that before. Where'd you learn to do that? Oh God, yes! I just had an aftershock. Those aren't possible." Sean only smiled at her and kissed her forehead.
"Anything is possible if you love someone enough," Sean finally said. He leaned over and kissed her on the mouth this time. When it ended Sean found Elizabeth crying again. "As flattering as all this crying is…"
"I know, I know!" she cut him off. "I just can't help it. I don't deserve this. I don't. Truth be told I don't think any woman was meant to feel that." Her crying had tapered off as she laughed.
"I love you," was all Sean said.
"God, if you keep saying that then *I'll* be forced to ask you to marry me. Especially after making me orgasm so hard. Oh God, Sean, I love you." She hugged him and the two held each other until Elizabeth caught her breath.
"Damn, I don't have any protection," Sean said sheepishly. "I didn't expect things to escalate so quickly."
"It's alright. I've been on the pill for the past month now. My turn," Elizabeth whispered in Sean's ear and climbed on top of him. She straddled his hips like before but this time there was nothing between them, it was an exhilarating sensation. Elizabeth looked deeply into Sean's eyes and never broke contact as she slowly slid down on his cock in one smooth motion. Sean could hardly keep from losing it right then and there, she was that wet and hot.
"Please," Sean croaked. "Give me a second…okay." Sean wasn't a virgin but it had been so long since his last with his ex from high school that he might as well have been. Plus there was one major difference; he never had sex without a rubber. Elizabeth was an entirely different universe. Her hips rocked and gyrated as she rode him slowly, keeping him at a fever pitch. He lifted his own hips in rhythm, meeting her thrust for thrust. She was phenomenal. Sex had never been this good before. But it was more than just sex, this was making love. He had never felt this intimate with anyone before. She held him enraptured with not just her steady motions but with those beautiful eyes that spoke volumes of how much Elizabeth loved him. His lover leaned over him and began kissing him. Sean's hands lighted on her high breasts and gently tweaked and rubbed them. She moaned in response into his mouth. Sean felt her tongue snake into his mouth and he returned it in kind, caressing her mouth and tasting her as she did him. They kept the rhythm going for a long time before the burning need in each of them demanded a faster tempo. The pace picked up and their bodies collided into one another as Elizabeth rode Sean wildly, her moans turning to screams. Elizabeth hit her peak first, her body flailing about above Sean. Her pussy rippled in orgasm which soon sent Sean over the edge. He grabbed her tightly by the waist and gave one last hard thrust and held her there as he pumped load after load of cumm into her. Elizabeth came again from the sensation and then collapsed on top of him.
Sean wrapped his arms around Elizabeth; as breathless and exhausted as much as she appeared to be. He pulled the sheets over them and his last thoughts were of the wonderful woman in his arms as he drifted off to sleep.
**Chapter 8**
Morning smiled down on Sean through Elizabeth's white curtains. He felt her laying on his arm as he turned to look at her. She was already awake, staring up at him with loving eyes. The events of the previous night played back in his mind and smiled. He made to greet her a good morning but she placed a finger on his lips, silencing him. Sean felt Elizabeth reach down and grasp his cock, already hard from morning wood, and began pumping it gently up and down. She winked at him and then clambered down his body when he felt the most wonderful sensation of her lips wrapped around the head of his dick. Elizabeth alternated between licking up and down his shaft to sliding his head into her mouth. There was an audible pop when she pulled back from the tip and continued back down his length, kissing and licking. When she was through with the foreplay she latched her mouth back onto his cock and began bobbing up and down his length. All Sean could do was tilt his head back and enjoy the sensations wash over him. He didn't have much to compare her to but he did know that he was enjoying himself very much as she swirled the head of his member with her tongue and sucked him.
" ‘Liz," Sean managed between gasps, "If you keep this off I'm going to lose it right now."
She replied by sucking him even harder with loud slurping noises and bobbed her head even more furiously. It was more than he could take and he shot his load down her throat while he roared in ecstasy. Elizabeth was ready for him and greedily swallowed it all. She made a big production of swallowing every drop and cleaning him off. Not a single drop was wasted as she licked him clean and blew gently on his cock to help dry him off. The clean up was as erotic as her blowjob and already he was hard as a post.
"Oh, I love the spryness of youth," Sean heard Elizabeth call out from between his legs. Soon after he felt himself sheathed in hot wetness and Elizabeth's legs straddling his waist.
"By the gods what have I gotten myself into?" Sean exclaimed.
"What did you expect?" Elizabeth commented. "I'm an undersexed woman who hasn't gotten any in two years and can feel her biological clock ticking like a time bomb. I've got some catching up to do." She said all that while punctuating every other syllable by slamming down on Sean's cock.
"Well, if that's the way you want to play it," Sean began to say then thrust his hips up hard in stride with her and flipped her over, effectively pinning her down beneath him. "I'm certainly *up*," he pounded into her, " to the challenge." At a furious pace he pounded into her. The bed creaked and shook with the activity but the sound was drowned out by Elizabeth's screaming.
"Yes yes yes yes yes yes YES YES YES YES YES **YES**!" Elizabeth's head snapped back and she came hard. But Sean wasn't done yet. The blowjob had taken the edge off of him so he continued to plow into her. He grabbed the headboard for balance and slammed into her over and over again until the sound of their slapping bodies wrung through the room. Meanwhile, Elizabeth was starting to see stars with the pleasure flooding her brain. She managed to open her eyes as she felt her second orgasm hit, just in time to see Sean let go of the headboard with his right hand and slid it into her mouth. Somehow Elizabeth managed to gather her thoughts enough to suck on it a bit. Sean removed his thumb and Elizabeth's mind exploded a third time before the second was even over when her clit came into contact with a furiously rubbing wet thumb.
Sean wasn't done yet then either. He continued pounding away at her. Something about her made him lose control and, in all impossibility, he sped up. He could feel that familiar sensation of his balls tightening again and he let loose a primal roar as he pumped several thick gobs of cumm in Elizabeth. That set her off and she came again. Sean stayed inside of her and made sure to land beside Elizabeth. She was panting heavily, sweat streaming down her face. Sean turned on his side and cupped her face. She had passed out. He panicked for a bit but realized it was from the sexual overload. Well, that certainly stroked his ego. He had heard about it happening on rare occasions but he never thought to actually accomplish it.
It wasn't long before Elizabeth's eyes slowly flickered open to the greeting sight of Sean smiling down on her. She smiled back, albeit tiredly. "What…what time is it? How long have I been out?"
"It's about 8:30 am. You've been out for only about a minute," concern etched his face. "You had me worried there for a moment. I thought I'd broken you."
"8:30? My God you made me cumm four times in ten minutes. And that's not counting the smaller ones you probably triggered. What have I gotten myself into?"
Sean chuckled and kissed her passionately. "I was wondering the same thing if you recall. Women may hit their peaks around thirty but guys hit theirs around twenty-three. Seems like we blew the lid off a crate of dynamite."
"Don't tell me you could do that again."
"Well, if you wanted to…"
"NO!" her eyes widened in shock. "God, at least give me a few minutes to recuperate."
"Hey, that's supposed to be my line," he jested. "Nah, I couldn't do that again for at least a couple of hours. So I guess you'll have to wait a bit. But that doesn't mean I can't shift myself down a bit and…"
Immediately, Elizabeth's hands shot down between her legs. "Don't you *dare*. I'll pass out for an *hour* sure if you do that like you did last night."
By then Sean was bawling with laughter. He pounced her and kissed her hotly until Elizabeth felt like she was melting into the cushions. "I love you, Elizabeth; now and always. Know this though. Now that I've said it I won't go back on my word and will give you everything I possibly can if you think it's good enough. I think this is an appropriate time to tell you what happened to my previous relationship. She didn't think everything I had then was good enough for her. Not my love, not my unflagging devotion, nothing. That was why I broke up with her; she wouldn't accept the things that counted. I dumped her because she wouldn't accept my reasons for not giving her what I couldn't. She wouldn't accept me for my limitations. I will try to be everything that you want to be but I will not change who I am in the ways that make me *me*. I will love you for an eternity freely, love you through anything that could try to come between us, love you for just being *you*, and I expect the same treatment. I'm sure I'll change some so that I can better please you but I will remain adamant about certain things that define who I am. If you're ever confused then feel free to ask me and I will give you as reasonable an answer as I can, not just an ‘I don't know' or a ‘just because' because you deserve a straight answer as much as I believe you deserve my love."
Elizabeth's had turned watery with tears. She curled up in his strong arms and simply wept with joy and shook her head. "I don't know what I've done to deserve you. I still don't think I do. You're too wonderful, too perfect. Well, besides the fact that you fart on occasion and that you snore." They both laughed at that. "But besides that I can't believe how wonderful you are. If I entered you in a fantasy prince charming contest you'd at least get runner-up to Tom Cruise or maybe Brad Pitt. I still have to decide that one."
"I'm not sure how to take that," Sean laughed.
"Oh God, I love you, Sean," she was weepy with joy. "I promise I will always love you too. I may not think that I deserve you but you've certainly done everything possible to earn my love." Then she broke down again and cried while mumbling ‘I love you' over and over again like a mantra. Sean just held on to her and shed a tear of his own as he waited for her to quiet.
Elizabeth did quiet down, eventually, and by then Sean's stomach began to protest in hunger. "Hmm, sounds like it's time for breakfast."
"I guess so," Elizabeth answered. "You go hop in the shower while I make breakfast. Bacon, eggs, and toast sound good?"
"Oh no you don't," Sean said. "Now that I got you naked I plan on capitalizing on the moment. You are taking that shower with me." With that said Sean threw off the covers and dragged her off to the bathroom. He started the shower and placed Elizabeth in front of the sink. He already had a toothbrush there from previous stays and began his morning routine while getting an eyeful of Elizabeth's nude figure in the mirror while she brushed her teeth. They took turns on the toilet, neither looking at the other while they went, then stepped into the shower.
Elizabeth liked her showers hot, which was fine with Sean although it could have been a degree or two cooler. Sean grabbed the bar of soap and began a very thorough job of making her squeaky clean, particularly her breasts and between her legs. Elizabeth leaned back into Sean's body when her knees started to get weak. She nearly jumped when Sean touched her anus but got used to it, she even began to enjoy it. Sean couldn't help himself and slipped his already hard prick inside of her sopping wet cunt. Elizabeth hissed like the showerhead at the sensation. Sean nuzzled her neck as his hands continued to soap up her breasts. He delighted in caressing them and playing with the nipples. The hot water and steam made Elizabeth's body thrum with excitement as Sean slowly dipped into her again and again. Elizabeth shook and moaned as Sean slowly fucked her to orgasm. It was unlike anything she had experienced before, gentle and fulfilling, like Sean. Elizabeth turned around and kissed him.
"Your turn," she whispered. Elizabeth kneeled before him and cupped Sean's balls while she sucked on him. Sean was staggered by his girlfriend's ability to suck cock. Her mouth expertly sucked him while her hands deftly massaged his balls. Sean pumped his hips back and forth, fucking her mouth. It wasn't long before he shot several thick streams down her throat. Elizabeth swallowed, stood up, and winked at him as she lathered up her boyfriend's body. She marveled in the swell of his firm muscles. He wasn't overly bulky like her ex-husband had been but had good muscle tone, more like the marble statues in museums. She kissed Sean tenderly and finished her lather job. They stood in the hot stream to wash off the soap while kissing. Sean had never experienced anything as intimate as this before. He traced his fingers along her back and held her. They broke the kiss and just looked at each other, their eyes feeding each other their souls. And then the water started running cold.
Quickly, they got out of the shower and had an intimate moment drying each other off, neither saying a word. Elizabeth grabbed a pair of bathrobes for them and then they made their way down to the kitchen. She opened the fridge and started taking things out for the stovetop. Sean popped some bread in the toaster and heated up the pan. They had shared mornings before, Sean having stayed over on occasion, and they had their routine down. Within minutes bacon, eggs, and toast were laid out with milk and juice.
"So what do you want to do today," Elizabeth asked as she dug into the plate. It was Sunday morning and neither of them were churchgoers. She herself didn't have anything planned.
"Let's see," Sean said. "We've made love in your bedroom and bathroom. So that means there's still the kitchen, living room, closet, various hallways, office, hall restroom, and guest bedroom. That should keep us busy for a bit. Oh, and let's not forget your patio."
The answer took Elizabeth entirely by surprise as she held her fork still while the egg slipped off the tines. "You're kidding right?"
Sean didn't say anything as he shoveled eggs and toast in his mouth. Elizabeth waited for him to finish chewing and hear his reply. He didn't say anything and kept on eating. Elizabeth snapped out of her shock and managed to take another bite. Her head swam with stunned amazement like being handed a million dollar check.
**Chapter 9**
"So? Spill it. How good was he?"
Elizabeth was shocked but not surprised by Vanessa's question. She looked at her longtime friend from college, an attractive woman standing at five and a half feet with auburn hair, green eyes, and figure that was every man's wet dream. Vanessa Straits was an eye turner and she knew it but she was as smart as she was beautiful. "Damn, can't get anything past you, can I?"
"Nope," Vanessa chirped. "You're absolutely glowing. I could probably use you to guide airplanes in on a foggy night. So spill."
Elizabeth sighed and then started giggling hysterically at the memory of her and Sean's *very* busy Sunday. She was still sore from the marathon sex but in a good way. After Elizabeth got her giggling fits under control she took a calming breath and told it all. "Sean says he loves me. He loves me, Vanessa. And yes, he said this before we had sex and without any hint so much as leaning towards it when he said it. He's genuine. As soon as we were alone I pretty much pounced on him. He may have said that he's only had one lover in high school but you sure couldn't tell from Saturday night…and all…day…Sunday! Oh my God Vanessa I can't even begin to tell you how good he is in, and out of, bed. He did things to me I didn't think were even possible."
Vanessa herself was glad to hear that Elizabeth had found a guy that treated her right but she couldn't be sure of this guy Sean until she met him herself. In a way she was a test. She knew she was attractive, model material if she ever wanted to capitalize on her looks, but instead she got her degree in administrative business and was now successfully running the rat race in the corporate world. If she could get this super-stud alone for half an hour and he didn't make a pass at her of any sort then she could believe that his eyes were only for her friend. After the catastrophic marriage with Charles, Vanessa was very protective of Elizabeth. "Wait, he did what?"
"He made me pass out, but only for a minute. And then there was the morning after…"
Vanessa listened in astonishment as Elizabeth spun the tale. There was no way a guy could be that good, twenty-two or not. Hell, they had sex in the coatroom! By the time Elizabeth had finished talking Vanessa was not only curious, but wet. Seemed like Elizabeth landed herself a stud. "Of course, now you're going to have to introduce us."
"Oh no you don't, this ones mine," declared Elizabeth. "I'm not sharing him. But he did say that he wanted to meet you. I met his friends Saturday night and he asked about my friends." She paused. "Well, you're it. Charles pretty much scared away everyone else."
Vanessa reached out across the table and held her friends hand in a comforting gesture. Vanessa didn't like Charles from the start and she told Elizabeth immediately but the girl thought she was in love then, too. And her jumping from a divorce and into the arms of another man so quickly just didn't seem sensible. And then there was the age difference. An obviously spry man, he sounded like he would have a better time with girls his age but according to Elizabeth he was much too mature for them. There were too many mysteries around him. If he were a millionaire why did he still go to college? What about his family? Perhaps she should look into it herself without Elizabeth knowing about it. Best way to save her any hurt feelings. He just sounded too good to be true.
"Friday night," Elizabeth said.
"I'm sorry what?"
"I said that you'd meet him Friday night. He said that he wanted to meet you and that he'll pay for dinner. Says he wants to splurge a bit since he never gets a chance to around his friends. I think he just wants to impress you. He's so sweet. Sean's not miserly but he doesn't like spending his money frivolously although he can afford it. He doesn't want people to know he's rich. Almost like he's ashamed of it or something." Worry began to crease Elizabeth's brow. "God I hope I'm not making a mistake with him. He just seems so…"
"Perfect."
"Yeah." Elizabeth quieted. Charles had seemed perfect, too, rich, successful, and good-looking. He had it all. The bastard dazzled his way into Elizabeth's heart and then he slowly crowded out everything in her life. He liked to dominate, that was his thrill. Soon after they married the thrill wore off, he had taken her for everything. Family and friends were soon muscled out, discreetly of course. And then he simply ignored her. Then he started playing out his sick perversions on her. Elizabeth shut that door immediately. There were things there she didn't even tell Vanessa although she was certain her friend had already guessed at some of it.
"Hey," Vanessa's hand squeezed her own. "This Sean sounds like a really nice guy. And since you've met him you've been nothing but happy. That's all I could ever wish for you. And hey, he kicked Charles' ass three times in a row. That'll always win him brownie points in my book." The two laughed at that.
"Thanks, Vanessa. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"Oh, that's what friends are for," the two hugged. "One thing though, does he have an older brother?"
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Friday night rolled around and Vanessa slid her sporty red Audi in front of the house. She did do a background check on him and found some interesting things. Sean was an almost overnight rags to riches story. He was raised in a lower-middle class family with his parents, Jane and Arthur Lee, and older sister, Stacey, had rich family ties back in Taiwan but Sean was never steeped in it. The turning point was when he was seven, his mother died of some post-surgical complications from a routine kidney removal. That was when things fell apart. A year later Stacey took to the streets and basically became a washout ever since, mixing it up with a few drugs to boot. Sean's father remarried to a woman who brought her own daughter into the family. Was hospitalized on two occasions, one for an ulcer when he was seventeen and another for stopping an armed burglar at his friend's apartment just last year. Sean's grandmother died overseas and gave Sean and Stacey a small inheritance. His sister squandered it while Sean bided his time and invested all of it into a then unknown upcoming biotech company, GenenCorp. That was when things started getting peculiar. Sean's father died of a heart attack and Sean immediately filed for financial independence by the age of nineteen. He worked at laboratories part-time under professors and made mediocre grades for his biochemistry major. The report said a lot but missed a lot of other things. Such as where he got the tip off on GenenCorp, why he basically cut himself off from his family, and why he was simply sitting on millions of dollars.
Vanessa arrived at the front door and rang the bell. Elizabeth answered the door in a delightfully cut dark blue dress. Her hair was done artfully up and only a light touch of make-up made her look beautiful and Vanessa said as much as she greeted her friend.
"I'd have to agree," came a deep voice from behind the door.
"Oh, sorry," Elizabeth said as she opened the door wider. "Vanessa, this is Sean, my boyfriend. Sean, this is Vanessa, my best friend from my college days.
"Pleased to meet you," Sean said and offered his hand in a shake. She took it and felt how warm and firm his hand was. He was dressed impressively in a tuxedo by Armani, judging from the cut, and sporting a fine looking cane with an ebony carving of a raven on the end. But she was paying attention to his face. No sign of anything else besides warm, greeting eyes in friendship. "Well, this pretty much proves my theory."
"And what would that be?"
Sean wrapped an arm around Elizabeth's waist. "Beautiful women tend to hang around beautiful women." He gave Elizabeth a peck on the cheek. "Both of you look gorgeous tonight. That's a lovely green dress you're wearing."
Vanessa thanked him for the compliments while the back of her mind processed any hidden meaning but found none. Elizabeth and Sean led the way to the living room where they introduced themselves more thoroughly. Again, Sean didn't say anything about who he was. "So, when's the reservation for?"
Sean looked at his watch. "Not until eight but I guess we should get a move on if we're going to catch the opera. Elizabeth told me you like Italian so that's where we're headed after. I heard of a nice place with a great outdoor patio. I've been dying to go there but never really had an occasion. Besides, none of my friends would be comfortable there. Reviews say it's a very quiet place with good music and great wine."
"Sounds great. Let's go."
When they arrived at the opera house Sean admired her car as the valet drove off with it, he was veritably drooling. "Now Sean, you have a perfectly serviceable car right now. No need to buy a new one," Elizabeth teasingly chided him.
"But…"
"Uh-uh," Elizabeth's eyes shined with mirth, "You said it first. Not going to buy a new one until your current car breaks down."
Sean made a big production of sighing. "Yes, dear." And then he laughed with her.
"What's so funny? What does Sean drive now?" Vanessa had to ask. She noticed they took Elizabeth's car.
"A used '98 Corolla," Sean said with pride. "Why'd I have to buy a car I knew would last?"
"Because you're a sensible man, love."
"Why don't you buy a new car? From what Elizabeth told me you could afford it."
"It's the ethics of the thing. Besides, it has a sort of sentimental value. I bought it with my own money that I earned working as a grunt cashier in a video store. Here's a thought. Maybe next time we come here I can drive up in my car. That'll make an interesting entrance. What with all the fancy cars coming through here."
"You're kidding right?" the two women asked.
Sean slid around the question. "Man, I haven't been to the opera in ages. Thank you, ladies, for giving me a proper escort. Shall we?" He offered his arm to Elizabeth. She took it like a virgin schoolgirl. Vanessa marveled. Somehow he tapped into the sweet and innocent side of her friend. Maybe he was the right man for her. He definitely treated her with respect. Sean surprised Vanessa when he offered his other arm to her. "You're without a date. And I definitely will not leave so a beautiful woman unescorted if I can help it."
"Just remember he's my man," Elizabeth called out across his shoulder. Again Vanessa checked for the slightest hint of secondary intentions and met only warm, friendly eyes. Feeling foolish, Vanessa accepted his proffered arm and let him lead them up the steps.
*Madame Butterfly* was well performed although Vanessa would have done a thing or two different. But that's just personal taste. She thought the opera was Elizabeth's idea; she loved it, but turned out it was Sean's. He listened avidly to the music and always touched the back of Elizabeth's hand at particularly dramatic scenes. Vanessa had to admit, they made a good couple and he really was a good guy. She decided to put away her interrogative cynicism and just enjoy their company. Guys like Sean gave her hope that maybe she could find a man of her own. So far her luck hadn't been the greatest. She sighed inaudibly and found Sean's hand patting hers. She looked up and found Sean looking at her almost understandably and then he shifted his attention back to the performance.
After the opera the three of them exited the theatre and stepped into a cool autumn night. Sean took off his coat and draped it over Vanessa's shoulders then stepped over to Elizabeth and wrapped his arms around her as they waited for their cars. Their cars were brought to them and Sean tipped the valets as Vanessa got into her own car after she handed back Sean's coat. She got directions from him earlier but still let Sean take the lead as they headed for the restaurant. Vanessa had heard of *Allesio's* but had never gotten around to dining there. From what she heard it was very classy and hard to get into. She let the valet take her car and then joined Sean and Elizabeth at the door.
"Looks nice from the outside," Vanessa commented. "I heard it's pretty hard to get into. How long did you have to book that reservation?"
"Three months," Sean answered. Both girls looked at him. "I planned on bringing ‘Liz here when I heard it was one of the premiere restaurants in town so I booked a reservation three months ago. Truth be told, the fact you're here with us is just coincidence but a nice bonus. Besides, I get to make a grand entrance into a fancy restaurant with two beautiful women draped on my arms. I doubt there are many men that wouldn't envy me right now. Come on, let's eat."
"No pizza," Elizabeth said.
Sean stepped dead in his tracks. "What?"
"You heard me, no pizza. We had it last week. You eat too much pizza."
"But that's part of a perfectly unbalanced diet of every college student."
"No."
"But…"
"No."
He sighed, "Yes, dear." Sean kissed her on the temple then addressed Vanessa. "The things I do for love. Sigh."
The three of them laughed and were showed to their table. "I doubt they have it on their menu anyways," Vanessa heard him grumble.
When their waiter gave them their menus it turned out they did have pizza. Sean spoke to the waiter in Italian and the man bowed and left in hurry. "Wine," was all Sean said while he looked over the menu.
"I didn't know you spoke Italian," Elizabeth said.
"Umm, surprise!" Sean said. "Took a few language courses for fun. German, Spanish, Italian, French, and Latin amongst a few others just for kicks."
"You never cease to amaze me." Sean smiled at her and held her hand. But then his smile wavered as his eyes shifted focus to the reflection in the window.
"Uh-oh, incoming." Sean stood up and greeted Charles as he made his way over. Elizabeth's ex put on a smile thick with sarcasm and malice. If he tried any harder, his face might have shattered. Although the large man was confident nothing could happen in such a public place he was nonetheless slowed by Sean's stone hard glare. "Oh Charles," Sean barked out and slapped a hand on the other man's shoulder in friendliness. The shift in attitude was so quick Vanessa was amazed. "So nice of you to join us. You left so hastily last time we met I didn't have a chance to properly speak with you." Vanessa saw Sean squeeze deliberately with the hand on Charles' shoulder and steered the man towards his seat. By the time Charles sat his face was pasty and in pain. "Tell me, how are Albert and his friends. I hope that other fellow, forgot his name, can walk all right after they remove the cast. He really should watch where he's going in dark parking lots. Never know what you can trip on in the dark." Sean's grip tightened. "Is that Rebecca over there?" Sean turned around and waved to the pretty girl sitting at Charles' table with his other hand. She waved back happily. "Was there something you wanted to talk to us about? No? Well, then I really shouldn't keep you from your lovely date. Have a nice night." Sean released him and Charles got up shakily.
"You'll get yours," Charles muttered hastily as he turned to leave.
"Oh, Charles," Sean called to him. Sean's back was facing the women so they didn't see what he did. Whatever it was, Charles' face paled further and nearly ran back to his table, picked up his girlfriend, and left in a hurry.
Sean sat down with a tired expression on his face. "Sorry I didn't let you take care of him this time. But he is really starting to get on my nerves."
"How'd you steer him so easily," the girls asked.
"Pressure point on the shoulder, hurts like hell if someone squeezes it right. Kept him nice and docile, don't you think?"
"And his quick retreat," Elizabeth questioned. Sean looked at the two of them and sighed.
"Well, I guess you too won't let it go until you're satisfied." Sean looked around then picked up his cane. He gave it a slight twist and exposed an inch of steel. The two women gasped. Sean quickly clicked the blade back in place and rested it against him. "That's how I scared him off."
"You and I are going to have a long talk, Sean. Soon."
Seam winced at that and sighed disconsolately. Elizabeth placed her hand on his and held it. "Sean, things like that are going to take getting used to is all. I'm not going to ask you to get rid of all of your…toys. But we do need to discuss it. I love you. Now, what's good on the menu."
The rest of the evening went smoothly without any more surprises. The food, as could be expected, was excellent. Sean was the perfect gentleman, funny, intelligent, he was attractively plain to look at but he seemed to exude an aura that just drew your attention. By the end of the night Vanessa was jealous.
"So are you done interrogating me?" Sean asked.
The question took Vanessa by surprise. "I suppose so." She smiled sheepishly. "Am I that obvious?"
"Not really but I was expecting it," Sean said. "You care for Elizabeth and I respect that. I'm on your side. All I care about is her happiness, too. She's all I got."
Elizabeth blushed furiously as the two people she cared about most in the world looked at her. "Now that I can stop feeling like a bug in an observation box, how about some dessert."
The three of them chatted like old friends catching up and Vanessa spilled some very interesting, and funny, stories about Elizabeth's college years. When the evening was done Vanessa succeeded in mortifying her best friend and Sean had gotten a better understanding of his girlfriend's past before Charles. Dessert was over and the three of them got up to leave. Sean paid the tab and left a large tip for the waiter. As they made their way out the door their waiter called after them, carrying a large flat box. He caught up to them and Sean and the waiter began talking rapidly in Italian. The waiter handed him the box while Sean tried handing him some bills from his wallet. The waiter wouldn't accept the money and left, leaving Sean with a cardboard box and a big smile.
Vanessa could smell what was in the box already and could barely suppress her laughter. Elizabeth was simply exasperated. "Sean, I said no pizza."
"I know," he defended. "I swear I didn't order it. Apparently Charles is as much a pain in the ass as a customer as he is as a person. They were grateful for getting him out of here so fast and had heard our little one-sided argument as we came in. I swear I had nothing to do with it." He smiled like a big kid with a giant cookie. "Awfully nice of them though, don't you think."
Elizabeth screamed in mock frustration and planted a big kiss on Sean's lips, nearly knocking the pizza out of his hands.
**Chapter 10**
"Sean wanted me to tell you that the pizza was the best he has ever had."
Vanessa laughed out loud as she shared her lunch hour with Elizabeth. Elizabeth was only more than happy to meet up with her old friend after their last get together almost a month ago. She knew that Vanessa was a busy woman but she thought it strange that her best friend had gone so long without even calling her and she said as much.
"Yeah, well I've been busy lately," Vanessa said. Elizabeth wasn't buying it for one second.
"Vanessa…"
"Alright," her friend capitulated. "After seeing you with Sean I would be lying if I said I wasn't jealous. You two are the perfect couple. Sean treats you so well and I'm real happy for you."
"But…"
"But look at me," Vanessa complained. "I'm an attractive woman like you and I've got no one. Sure, I've had boyfriends but they were just flings, nothing serious. I want something so much more but I scare all the men away with my brains; they're intimidated by me. I can't find a man that can care for me in the ways I want to be cared for. Thirty-four just like you and as single as they come, you've already been married once and looks like you're on your way to getting hitched again although this time I agree with you on Sean, he's a keeper."
So that's what has been going on. Elizabeth never thought Vanessa would have man problems, she was hardly ever without a date. "But if a guy isn't going to accept you for who you are then he's not worth seeing. You deserve better than that."
"I know that," Vanessa replied testily. "That's why I've never been able to keep a man, they can't deal with my way of life or something. I don't know. What I do know is that I want to settle down but can't find anyone to settle down with. All the guys I've met so far can't understand me. It's so frustrating."
Elizabeth reached her hand across the table. "You'll find someone. There's someone for everyone."
"Yeah, well, I wish he would hurry his ass up," Vanessa smirked.
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The rest of Elizabeth's day was uneventful. Work was work and she decided to head over to Sean's and maybe have dinner there. He had a strange class schedule and sometimes would come home late so he gave her a key to his place if she wanted to see him on a weekday. Elizabeth turned the lock on the door and entered. She did not expect to see what she saw, her heart breaking at the sight.
There stood Sean and Cheryl kissing.
Sean's eyes snapped open in surprise. He hastily pushed Cheryl off of him and called after Elizabeth but it was too late, she was already down the stairs. The bastard. She knew it. She knew it from the start. He had a thing for Cheryl from the start and had admitted it. She knew it was too good to be true, she was too old for him. Elizabeth got into her car. Sean was right there as she pulled out as he tried calling out to her but she couldn't hear him through all of her tears.
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Sean ran up the stairs frantically and flipped on his cell phone. He speed-dialed Elizabeth's number but she wasn't answering. When he got to his apartment he found Cheryl standing there, fidgeting with nervousness. "Get out," he said.
"But Sean…"
"I said get out."
"What do you need her for anyways? You can do without her money if that's what you're dating her for. I'm your age. I understand you. I've been there for you just like you've always been there for me. Just let her go. We can be happy together. You've always made me happy. Sean, I do love you. You don't need her."
Sean almost slapped her right then but he had more important things on his mind. Instead he grabbed his keys and threw Cheryl out the door. He locked it and flew down the stairs. "I don't *ever* want to talk to you again," he yelled over his back as he ran for his car. Sean probably broke several traffic rules as he sped towards her house. The drive did, however, give him time to think. Cheryl had just broken up with Derrick and Sean did what he could to console. Somehow his friend came to the conclusion that she loved him and had always loved him but didn't know it. It wasn't until lately that he had begun to fade out of socializing with his friends and spend more time with Elizabeth that Cheryl realized how much he comforted her. She said Derrick didn't make her happy like Sean did but she just didn't realize it until now. That was when she kissed him. Perhaps three years ago Sean would have been thrilled to hear such news but that just wasn't the case. He had moved on with his life. He had Elizabeth. He hoped he still did.
Frantic with fright, Sean unlocked the door to Elizabeth's house and poured through it, looking for her. He didn't find her. Where could she be? Where would she go? He thought about it as he furiously paced back and forth in their bedroom. Not where. Who. Vanessa. Sean looked for Elizabeth's Rolodex and found it. S…T…U…V. There, Vanessa, Sean scribbled down the address and number and ran down to his car. Again, he peeled down the highway and was surprised that he didn't get pulled over. Vanessa lived in a classy upscale apartment complex downtown. The street in front of her building was wet from a broken water main but Sean didn't slow. His car slipped and skid as Sean frantically tried to regain control but he was just going too fast. His car slammed into a streetlamp, putting him in a dead stop. Luckily, Sean's car came equipped with an air bag and he had his seatbelt on. The door was stuck so he kicked the window open and crawled out. Sean himself was uninjured but his car was a different story. He barely noticed.
Sean ran into Vanessa's building and quickly asked the doorman what floor Vanessa's room was on. Sean didn't bother with the elevator and took the stairs. Five flights and several wrong turns saw Sean at Vanessa's door. He thumbed the bell. A moment later he saw a shadow cross the peephole.
"Vanessa," he called. "It's Sean. I need to speak with Elizabeth. Is she there?"
"Sean, what are you doing here? I'm kind of busy right now. Can you come back later?"
Sean noticed she didn't open the door. He looked at his watch. It was six in the evening; too early for her to be with a date. Elizabeth was in there.
"Vanessa," Sean said through the door. "I know Elizabeth is in there. I'll give you three seconds to open that door or I'll open it myself. One…two…three." He gave her another second to reconsider but didn't hear any attempt at opening the door. Sean took a few steps back and then charged. His flying double sidekick blew the door clean off its hinges, sending woodchips flying. Sean's eyes swept the room. Vanessa sat on the floor by the blown in door, stunned from the impact. He heard muffled crying from the bedroom. Sean ran towards the sound and saw Elizabeth lying on the bed sobbing. She turned her tear-streaked face in his direction with all the pain and anguish of a world lost. Sean watched in horror as her face changed from grief to fear at the sight of him.
Whimpering, Elizabeth crawled off the bed and into the corner furthest from him. Sean walked slowly towards her but she only huddled closer to the wall. Sean heard footsteps behind him and he turned around to find a stranger standing in Elizabeth's doorway. He was a tall man with jet hair, steely gray eyes and a broad, wiry frame. The look on his face was a picture of calm. "Is there a problem?"
Sean took a careful look at the man. The man was balanced on the balls of his feet, his stance looked relaxed but was ready to spring into violence if need be. But his eyes said something else; he was playing it by nose. "No," Sean replied. "No problems. I just need to speak with my girlfriend here. There's been a misunderstanding that I have to clear up with her. If you could just excuse us for a couple of minutes please."
"Eric," Vanessa came into the room. She placed a calming hand on his shoulder. "It's okay. I need some help with the door, please."
Eric left the room. Sean turned around and sat down by Elizabeth in silence for a few minutes. He didn't bother trying to touch her; she'd only flinch away. He sighed. "Let me tell you a story," he began. "There was this boy, a very lonely kid. He never made many friends; never let anyone close. He went to school like a normal kid, imagined kid things. But his family moved constantly and he was never able to build up any longtime friends. All he had was his mother, father, and sister. He never related with his father or sister, father was always at work and his older sister had her own friends to play with. So he only had his mother to talk to. She was enough for his little heart. She was a wonderful woman. But one day she got sick. The little boy didn't think it was all that bad, people got sick all the time and then they got better. That was just how it was. His mother didn't get better though. She died from a fever in the hospital. The boy was alone in the world for the first time. He had no one to talk to, not family or friends, nobody. His father kept him at home because he wanted to keep a close eye on his son because his sister…Well, let's just say his sister is another story. So he lived his life alone even though there were always people around him.
"Time went on and the little boy grew up. He knew a bit more about the world and his loneliness had simply become his best friend. The loneliness wouldn't yell at him, wouldn't mock him, wouldn't stare at him as if he were a freak, wouldn't ignore him. It gave him the things people couldn't because it didn't give him the things people did. But one day at school he met a girl and she said she wanted to be his friend. They hung out together, they talked, and she didn't hurt him as others did without even a second thought. The boy thought he was in love and said so. He sealed his soul to hers. Things were wonderful in his world and everything seemed fine. But the loneliness was still there; he was just ignoring it. Perhaps he was desperate to feel something besides the emptiness, perhaps. Well, one day the boy just wanted to be alone for a day and the girl yelled at him. He broke up with her. He realized later what his mistake was. He had fooled himself with an illusion. He had tried to tell the girl about his world but she didn't understand it, couldn't. He had experienced a lot of pain in his life, secret. The girl had never felt that kind of pain before and couldn't relate. But he ignored the fact that she wasn't a thing of his world. His realization was that he could not afford to live a life of dreams and illusions as he did when he was with the girl. That realization was what turned him into a man.
"And as a man he came to a second realization. He had given the girl the same pain he felt. He never could wish that on anyone but he gave it to her nonetheless. As his first decision as a man he would take responsibility for his actions. He promised to himself that he would never do that to another person again, give that kind of pain. So he did the only thing that made sense to him at the time. He went back to his loneliness."
By then Elizabeth had stopped crying and was listening intently. She had calmed down a bit and seemed ready to talk but Sean still had much to say. "He stayed like that for another four years. Going off to college didn't change anything he just met more people to alienate himself and call them friends. And his life went on. But then one day he met another person, but she was different. She took away the loneliness, not mask it. She made the loneliness unnecessary. She breathed life into him. The lonely man was no longer alone." Sean looked at Elizabeth, tears streaming down his own face, with painful intensity. "And I'll be damned if I lose her."
"What about Cheryl?"
"What about her?" Sean answered. "She kissed me not the other way around. Surprised me when she did, but not as bad as when you walked in right then. If you gave me another minute I would have kicked her out. I still did, but I could have been nicer about it. She was a good friend of mine."
"Was?"
"Well," Sean put his words together carefully, "Let's just say she said some hasty words that I did not like listening to. She's out. She hasn't been more than a friend to me for a very long time. And of the friendship we had, she just forfeited it. I won't be speaking to her ever again."
"Really?"
"Really." Elizabeth broke down in tears again and crawled into Sean's lap. He held her tightly, as if he could pull herself into him.
"Sean, I'm so sorry. When I saw you two together I thought that I was being a played a fool again. But I was so sure of us and then I saw you two and…and…"
Sean hushed her. "It's all right. No apologies, remember? I can imagine how it must have looked. I don't know how I would react if I saw you with someone else. Anyways, it's over now. I'll probably get lip from my friends but I think I can manage." He gave her a gentle squeeze. "But first let's get you cleaned up. You look *awful*!" Those words worked and she laughed.
"Yes, I suppose I do, don't I?"
"I still love you, though." And he kissed her. He poured all his fear, all his panic and anguish into it. Trying to purge his soul of the experience and she did likewise. But as these things usually turned out they both got really turned on.
"Ahem."
Sean and Elizabeth let go of the others lips and saw Vanessa standing in the doorway holding a mug of herbal tea. "I take it everything is patched up nice and pretty now?"
"Well, besides your door and my car, yes."
Elizabeth looked at Sean. "Your car?"
"Yup," answered Vanessa. "Looks like your boyfriend had a run in with a street lamp on his way here."
"The street was wet," Sean defended.
"And you were probably going eighty on a residential street."
"Well…" Sean fumbled.
Elizabeth started laughing and the others stared at her. "Let me get this straight. In one move you managed to get back the woman you love and gain the freedom to buy yourself a new toy." The others laughed with her.
"Hey, when you're good, you're good," Sean quipped.
"Arrgh." Elizabeth playfully shoved his face.
Sean got up and then picked Elizabeth off of the floor. "So who's this Eric guy?"
"Oh, just a neighbor of mine. Usually keeps to himself though. He's really quiet."
Sean led the way into the living room and saw the damage he had done. It was clean break, the hinges were ripped from their placement in the frame but it wouldn't be too hard to fix. "If they bill you for the door I'll pay for it."
"Sean," Elizabeth said, amazed. "You did that?"
"Well, Vanessa wouldn't let me in." Sean walked over to the window and saw a police officer down by his car. "Looks like the cops are here. Better get this cleared up."
The four of them took the elevator down and met the officer. "Sorry about the mess, officer," Sean said. "That's my wreck. The street was wet and I lost control of my car. I just went to my friend's apartment and then you showed up. I guess I don't have to make that phone call."
"License and registration please."
They took care of the paperwork and Sean had a fine to pay but otherwise things went smoothly with the authorities. A tow truck was on its way and all they had to do was wait. They went back to Vanessa's place; Eric was invited in as well. Vanessa was right, Eric was a quiet guy.
"Thanks for coming over, Eric," Vanessa said. "Let me introduce you. This is my best friend, Elizabeth, and her boyfriend, Sean. Guys, Eric."
There was a general murmur of greetings. "I heard the door being smashed so I came to investigate. I worried about Vanessa and came to make sure things were okay. Well, everything seems alright now so I guess I'll head back to my place."
Eric made to leave. "Oh, no you don't," Sean called out. "How about you join us for dinner? You can be Vanessa's date. The least I can do for someone who comes to a friend's aid." Sean watched Eric carefully for his reaction and knew his hunch was right. "So who's in the mood for pizza?"
Elizabeth and Vanessa groaned.
"What?"
**Chapter 11**
Sean took them to a grill house instead where they had steak. The Friday evening turned out to be pleasant. Eric didn't say much but he did stay in the conversation. Born in Ohio, then moved for college and just stuck around in the same city ever since because the place grew on him. He made his living as a writer of fantasy novels, although he used a pen name. He didn't get out much but attended Renaissance fairs on occasion. There wasn't much else to him. Eric liked living a simple life.
Sean saw through it though. He knew right off the bat that Eric was like him. "Tell me, Eric. Those Ren Fairs, they have duels and jousts there don't they?"
"Yes," he answered. "Almost every time. They're quite the event. A lot of times they have battle reenactments and such or just a plain melee. Everyone enjoys them. Quite safe, mind you, but still thrilling."
"You ever participated?" Sean trapped him in an answer.
"Yes, I usually do."
"Thought as much. Being an author doesn't account for rough hands." Sean raised his callused hands.
Eric smiled in response and raised his own callused hands in kind. "Nice to meet a fellow swordsman. You'll have to show me your collection one of these days."
Sean took another bite out of his steak. After he had drawn Eric out of his shell the conversation really picked up. Eric became more animated and told a few stories about his past. Sean couldn't help noticing how Eric looked furtively on occasion at Vanessa. It was pretty obvious that he liked her to Sean, but he wasn't sure if the ladies could tell. The evening died down and the four of them left the restaurant. Sean and Eric exchanged phone numbers and then Eric and Vanessa headed back to their apartments. Sean asked Elizabeth to drive them back to her place.
"Now that I've made sure that you aren't going to run away with some young slip of a girl, what am I going to do with you?" Like the first night they made love, Elizabeth attacked Sean at the door. "I think you'll let me break the rules this once and let me apologize to you properly," she said as she smiled wickedly with that seductive arch of her brow that instantly had him hard. She didn't give him a chance to answer as she locked lips with him. She deftly unbuckled Sean's pants and had them around his ankles in no time. The woman dropped to her knees and immediately devoured his cock and it instantly sprang to attention as she sucked him while her hands massaged his balls. "I'm sorry \*slurp\*, I'm sorry \*slurp\*, I'm sorry…"
"Oh God, Elizabeth. You keep this up and I won't be long."
Elizabeth's expert tongue swirled the tip while her head bobbed up and down more rapidly at his words. Sean groaned and his head lolled back as he shot a thick stream down her throat. He slumped back and leaned on the door as she continued to suck every ounce of cumm out of his dick. In no time she had him sparkling clean and Sean back to half-mast. He slid his back against the door and then leaned in for a kiss, he didn't mind the taste of his own jism; actually he found the taste on her kind of sexy. The kiss was lingering and sensual and soon had both of them rolling on her thick carpet. Clothes were discarded at a frantic rate and Sean soon had an unobstructed view of Elizabeth's wonderful nude form. "I will never tire at how beautiful you are," he kissed her as the thought of almost losing her surfaced in his thoughts and his hungers subsided. "And to think, I was almost unable to see you ever again. Promise me," Sean was shaking with fear. "Promise me you won't do that again. I can't even begin to imagine losing you. There's so much I want to show you, so much to tell you. I'm so tired of being alone. I…"
Elizabeth smothered his next words with her lips and wept with him. Their tears mingled on their lips. "Seems to me I've been doing a lot of crying ever since I met you," Elizabeth whispered. "But for the first time in my life it's because I'm happy." She kissed him again. "I promise. I promise with all my soul I won't leave you like that again. It was just…It was just seeing you with someone else and all of a sudden I thought I had been fooled again by another Charles. You can't imagine the things he…"
"Oh, I can imagine quite a bit. You'll have nothing to fear from people like him ever again if I can help it. Elizabeth, I know he hurt you." Sean thought of how some nights she tossed and turned, how her arms and legs always struggled as if bound. "You…well, you talk in your sleep sometimes." He vowed he would do whatever was in his power to exorcise those dreams.
Sean cradled the love of his life in his arms. Elizabeth tilted her head up to him and kissed him powerfully. The world spun dizzyingly and the world slipped away. Sean stroked her velvety skin, relished in its every breathtaking texture. Poets would be at a loss for words. And the smell of her, the womanly scent of soap and shampoo mingling with the rising tang of her arousal, Sean was lost in a sea of it. Sean's face and fingers roamed freely over her amazing features, drinking in those soft, brown eyes, her dark halo of black silk hair, and the salt of her skin. Minutes passed as he explored her every minutiae. Elizabeth was panting with heat as her legs wrapped around him and then worlds of entirely new sensations washed over Sean as his manhood plunged into her. He put as much tenderness and care as he could into his every stroke and all his senses seemed to fade into a realm beyond sensation; flavors beyond taste, feelings beyond touch, and sounds beyond hearing. Awash in a sea of roiling passions, Sean was no longer conscious of what he was doing. A building heat grew within him as he greedily fed Elizabeth his cock which she hungrily devoured into her nether regions. Somewhere in the back of his mind he registered her unintelligible screams of passion, her thirsting breath, her demanding cries of joy and he drove onward, harder and faster until everything was a blur of infinitely building sexual energy. A damn burst and Sean poured into Elizabeth's awaiting depths. Time stopped and passed them by as he held himself within her until his convulsions stopped. Sean's ardor was unflagging and he soon resumed his passionate driving. He couldn't stop. He wouldn't, as if if he did then she would disappear. Sean poured himself into her again. And again. And again. He drew wave after wave of heart-seizing orgasms from her, fed on them, and then continued on to feed again like a thing possessed.
Spent, Sean untangled himself from Elizabeth's limbs and looked up to see the first light of dawn peeking in through the window. Bleary-eyed and exhausted, he figured they should get into bed. Sean looked down to find Elizabeth's unconscious form lying on the off-white carpet and wondered just how long she had been out. He smiled as he watched her sleep for a while. He was so lucky to have her.
Sean touched her cheek and almost instantly her face curled up to his hand, drawing another smile across his lips. But he didn't have much time to spend watching her right now, no matter how much he wanted to; he was too exhausted. Gently, he wrapped her arms around his neck and picked up her sleeping form. The climb up the stairs was harder than he thought but he managed. Sean had them both under the sheets and his last thoughts were of how wonderful life was with Elizabeth in it before he drifted off to sleep.
\* \* \*
"Your turn to spill, Vanessa," Elizabeth teased over the phone. She was tired but in a happy way after yesterday and was in a bit of a mood for playful mischief. "I saw how you and Eric were looking at each other. So spill."
"Damn," Vanessa smiled, her emerald eyes aglitter. "Well, nothing really happened last night. He just walked me to my door and said goodnight."
"That's all?"
"Well, then I stopped him…"
*"Thanks again Eric for coming over," Vanessa said as she was walked to her door. "You know, we've been neighbors for two years now and this is the first time we've really talked."*
*"Yeah, well, I tend to keep to myself and you always seem so busy," he said quietly.*
*"I keep busy because there's nothing else to do," she replied.*
*"Well, good night," Eric said and shuffled back towards his door down the hall. Vanessa couldn't believe that she was literally giving him an opening to ask her out and all he could do was say good night. Once Sean had been able to get Eric to talk he turned out to be a very interesting man. Soft spoken but very profound, Vanessa was very intrigued by the man. He was cute, too. With his cowboy like features, he might have been a stand in for the Marlboro man. She was going to have to grab this one by the horns.*
*"Wait," she called out. She had never asked a guy out before. "Maybe we could go out some time. You know, just to catch up on being neighbors and stuff. If you want to that is." Vanessa waited nervously for his reply.*
*"I'm not much for going out," Eric said and Vanessa's confidence faltered. "But maybe you'd like to come over and join me for dinner or something later. I make pretty good roast chicken."*
*"Sounds wonderful," Vanessa beamed. "How about tomorrow night? Seven okay with you?"*
*"That'll be fine," Eric said and then strode back to his place.*
"…he seems like a really nice guy, and cute, too."
"Yes, you did mention something along those lines," Elizabeth laughed.
"How about you?" Vanessa asked. "Did you two smooth things over?"
"Oh we got things smoothed out all right," Elizabeth tittered. "He smoothed me right into the carpeting in the living room. We stained it but I don't think I want to wash it out." Elizabeth went into explicit details about the previous night.
"He made you pass out again?"
"Mm-hmm," she bubbled. "I lasted until just the very end but I was just so exhausted. I didn't know he could last so long. He's got the stamina of a horse. If I weren't in such good shape I think I might have run for the hills. I'm deliciously sore but so is Sean. He's still asleep but I can tell he's going to wake up stiff in more ways than one." Elizabeth heard her friend laugh over the phone. "God, he's got me feeling friskier than on my honeymoon with Charles. What am I talking about? Charles is a total flub compared to Sean. Oh, I think he's starting to wake up. I'll talk to you later."
Elizabeth watched as Sean stirred awake. He really was a handsome guy if it weren't for the fact that he seemed to go out of his way to appear otherwise all the time. Too much time spent as the outcast of society had left an indelible mark on him. Well, she could change that. Maybe she could build more confidence into him, at least when it came to physical self image. Come to think of it, if she did do that then he would definitely attract more girls. Elizabeth would really have to think carefully about that. Sean's eyes opened and the smile on his face when he saw her melted her heart on the spot and felt every inch a woman.
"Morning gorgeous," he said to her.
"Hello there yourself, handsome," Elizabeth felt his hand hold hers and she gushed into his arms, snuggling up to him. "How you feeling, darling? I'm quite sore from last night."
"A bit sore but not too bad. Had quite the work out last night didn't we?"
"Indeed," Elizabeth said and tried burying deeper into his warm body. "So what do you want to do today? We slept through most of the morning so you made us miss out on our cartoons." That was one thing she always loved to do, watch Saturday morning cartoons, and Sean always watched them with her. "So what now?"
"Well we could always…"
"Don't even think about it," Elizabeth said. She knew he was thinking about sex just by the tone of his voice. "You and I will fuck each other to death at that rate."
"But you have to admit that it would be a great way to go," Sean chuckled as Elizabeth slapped his shoulder playfully. "How about we discuss it over brunch?"
Elizabeth agreed. "Woman can't live on cumm alone."
"Really? You seemed to try to prove otherwise the other night. But I applaud your valiant efforts."
"Why thank you. It's nice to know when you're appreciated."
"Oh, you're definitely more than appreciated," Sean held her left hand to his lips and kissed it. "I'd kiss you proper right now but I think it wiser if I brushed my teeth first."
Elizabeth happily agreed and dragged him out of bed.
**Chapter 12**
"Delicious meal as always," Sean said after swallowing a final forkful of eggs.
"Thanks," Elizabeth replied. "So what are we going to do now?"
"Shopping."
"Shopping?" Elizabeth snapped to attention at the word so quickly it gave Sean shivers.
"Please don't do that."
"Do what?"
"Become hyper-attentive at the mention of the word ‘shopping'. It simply gives me the willies," Sean said and shivered to emphasize the point and then laughed. "Gods you're cute." He gave her a peck on the nose. "I meant car shopping."
"Do you have any particular car in mind?"
"One or two. Nothing too flashy but something sporty. Maybe a Mercedes or Vanessa's Audi. I was practically drooling when I saw it."
"I noticed."
"Any recommendations?"
"I prefer Mercedes but Audi's are nice, too."
"There are a few others I might want to consider. Mind if I jump on the net for a while?"
"Only if you let me read over your shoulder."
Sean and Elizabeth cleaned up in the kitchen and then walked over to Elizabeth's office. Everything was done in sleek wood and steel modern furniture. It was nice but Sean preferred more wood, particularly oak. They booted up the computer and Sean grabbed his girlfriend around the waist and plopped her down in his lap. They surfed for a while and then Sean decided on neither the Mercedes nor the Audi. "To the dealership, my love. Time to talk price."
Elizabeth was bubbling with excitement. Vanessa is going to turn green with envy. She didn't tell Sean but he just selected her best friend's dream car. The rest of the day was spent talking details and prices. Sean got black everything, interior and exterior, plus all the perks with a fully installed security system. Then they haggled with the dealer about price. Sean was able to save himself some money by working from the base price up. He didn't have to haggle but Sean said that it was the right, and expected, thing to do; again his ethics playing a part of his life. Sean and the dealer shook hands on the deal and called in the order. Luckily the dealership had one ready with his exact specification in a warehouse a few cities over and could be brought in by helicopter within the hour. Elizabeth and Sean drove to a burger joint and got an early dinner while they waited, car shopping made for hungry work. They waited another few minutes at the lot and then Sean was on the road with his brand new car. Elizabeth called him on his cell phone and asked if they could drop by Vanessa's. Sean was more than happy to show off his new ride and was at Vanessa's apartment in no time.
"Hey Vanessa," Elizabeth called her friend on her phone. "Look out your window and check out Sean's new car." Sean and Elizabeth looked up at the fifth story and saw the flutter of a curtain followed by a hysterical scream. The auburn haired woman stormed out the building in no time sporting a bathrobe and a towel around her head. Her face was as red as her hair. Sean and Elizabeth were grinning like Cheshires. "You like?" Elizabeth asked.
"You put him up to this didn't you?"
Elizabeth only shook her head and nestled into Sean's arms. "What are you talking about Vanessa?"
"I've been dreaming of getting my hands on this car since I saw one in the garage a few months ago. But I already had my Audi at the time."
"Looks like role-reversal to me," grinned Elizabeth. "I didn't put him up to this. He actually was thinking of getting your car but then he happened across this Jag and I decided to clam up."
"I'm going to murderize you, Elizabeth," Vanessa said, her arms raised as if to strangle her friend.
"Then I suggest you put something on first," Sean said. He was pointedly facing away from her. Vanessa was wet from having just stepped out of the shower and her ample breasts were nearly spilling out of her bathrobe. Her body had a light sheen of sweat from the hot water and she was breathing heavily from running down the stairs. In other words, she was almost every man's wet dream come true standing there in all her bathrobe clad glory.
"What, you don't like what you see?"
"Sorry, Vanessa, but these eyes are strictly Elizabeth's property."
"Damnit, Elizabeth," Vanessa huffed. "You already landed the perfect man and now you land the perfect ride. This is so not fair."
"You've been talking to her about our sex life?" Sean asked his girlfriend.
"I think she means the Jag."
"Oh." Sean blushed.
"What's all the hullabaloo about?"
Everyone looked at Eric as he strolled towards them in his jeans and tanktop barefoot. Eric looked at the trio and immediately spun away at the sight of Vanessa. "Nice car there, Sean," Eric called over his shoulder. Elizabeth was giggling at how the guys were fumbling about trying to be gentlemen. "Got me one of those just five months ago, too."
"For all those horses under the hood, who could say no?"
"My point exactly."
"Hold on a sec," Vanessa interrupted. "Eric you're the one with the Jaguar in the garage?"
"Yes."
"The green one?"
"Yes."
Vanessa was starting to look irritated. "Does everyone have one but me? And would someone please turn these men around. It makes me feel like there's a booger hanging out of my nose or something."
"Vanessa, you *are* dressed a little indecently," Eric said over his shoulder.
"Boys," Vanessa proclaimed. "You ain't seen nothing yet."
"Like the time you streaked the football game…" Elizabeth put in.
"Well, that was a dare."
"And the time you flashed the old folks home."
"Hey, now…"
"Or the time when…"
"I think they get the point, ‘Liz. I'm *supposed* to be on a date with Eric here in about an hour and you're ruining it before it even gets started! If you'll excuse me I'm going back to my room to get ready." Vanessa hurriedly stormed back to her apartment as the men pivoted to try to avoid looking at her flashy retreat while at the same time sneak a peak through the corner of their eye.
"Hey, Eric," Sean said.
"Yeah?"
"You got a date with Vanessa?"
"I guess…"
"Good luck. She's a real firebrand," Sean said, chuckling.
"I hadn't noticed."
"She's a good woman though. She's Elizabeth's best friend and that's all the recommendation a guy could ask for. Again, good luck. Looks like you're going to need it." Elizabeth playfully socked him on the arm. Sean spun Elizabeth around and held her in his arms as Eric went back to his apartment to get ready for the evening. "And as for you. Let's go back to your place to drop off your car. I want to take you out in my new ride."
Sean followed Elizabeth's Mercedes back to her place in his Jag where she dropped off her car and then jumped into his. Sean drove to a department store where he picked up a few things for the car and other things that didn't seem to make any sense to Elizabeth. After that, Sean went on the highway and drove for a while further and further from the city. Elizabeth was curious about what he had in mind but kept silent. They drove on into the night and then Sean pulled off the highway onto a dirt rode. The road climbed up and weaved but the Jag handled the turns smoothly. They pulled over a small rise and Elizabeth was at a loss of words. Before her was a breathtaking view of the city and a cloudless sky with a field of stars meeting and continuing below the horizon which were the city lights. The moon was bright and it almost looked like it was grinning. "Oh, Sean, this is beautiful." He didn't say anything but hit a button and the roof to the Jag convertible folded back. Sean got out of the car and pulled out the quilt that he bought at a department store and draped it over Elizabeth's shoulders.
Sean gave her a peck on the cheek. "Happy six-month, Elizabeth."
Elizabeth squeaked in surprised glee. She hadn't even thought about it. True, they were only together for six months but she felt as if they had been together for so much longer, so much had happened. "Oh, Sean, I forgot that tonight was our six-month. I'm so…"
Sean placed his fingers over her lips. "No apologies. I figured that you'd forgotten. You pretty much live out of that organizer of yours and you haven't looked at it in two days. I can only imagine whatever schedules you've forgotten." He smiled at her.
"And yesterday was rather hectic," she added.
"Yes, there was that," Sean agreed. He joined Elizabeth under the quilt. "But in the end everything turned out fine."
Elizabeth stared out at the starscape before her. "So much has happened in the past six months. I'm almost afraid of what else might happen."
Sean reached out across to her. "Whatever does happen we'll face it together."
Elizabeth smiled at him. "Awfully lonely sitting all the way over here." With that said she climbed over the gearshift and sat in her boyfriend's lap. "Mmm. Much better."
Sean could only smile and give her a peck on the cheek. They stayed like that for the better part of an hour, not saying anything, sharing the beautiful view, and each other's warmth. Elizabeth snuggled close up to Sean's warm torso and felt a familiar lump stiffening beneath her. She wiggled a little more. Sean's warm breath was starting to come in shorter drafts and she could feel his heart beating faster. Elizabeth loved how she could turn Sean on. Again, she wiggled her bottom on his crotch. He probably knew what she was doing by now. She felt Sean's lips on her neck. Sean always loved kissing her neck and she loved being kissed there. His lips were feathery caresses that made her sigh and her heart race. Hands snaked around her waist and then coursed up to her breasts. Like his kisses, his hands were light and tender and were slowly flaring her passion. Her own breath quickened and she arched her chest out to get more contact with those wonderful hands but he kept the touches light, teasing her. Elizabeth turned her head and met his lips, his warm breath sliding down her throat before they touched. She wrapped her tongue around his and sucked it in, relishing the taste of his mouth. The hands on her breasts became firmer and a moan slipped out of her mouth. Her fingers twined with his as her bottom rolled savagely against the bulge in his pants. One thing she loved about Sean was how he could take his time and spend what seemed like hours on just a single part of her body as he was doing now with her breasts.
Elizabeth stopped kissing to come up for air. The night air filled her lungs and seemed to flare her passions anew, they had never made love outdoors before. "I love you, Sean."
Sean nibbled on her ear then slid his tongue inside which caused her to gasp in arousal. "Love you too, sweetheart."
Sean's hands became more insistent and then they pulled the bottom of her shirt out. His hands dipped under and when they came in contact with her bare flesh they both moaned in approval. Elizabeth felt his left hand continue its journey up to her breasts while the other circled around and massaged her lower back. She felt her bra come undone and the feel of his hands on her nipples elicited another moan from her. The way his rough hands scraped against her nipples always had Elizabeth begging for more. He was really talented with his hands and soon had Elizabeth sopping wet from the sensations. Elizabeth's hands weren't idle either and had looped around and began undoing his pants from behind. The belt came undone easily enough but the top button and fly were a bit trickier. She managed it and immediately her hands reached down under his boxers and felt the hot shaft that was prodding her backside. She stroked it gently while Sean continued to fondle her breasts.
Elizabeth couldn't take the pressure from her building needs and stripped her pants and underwear. The cold night air on her exposed and wet pussy made her moan with excitement, the blanket having fallen aside some time ago. It also made her appreciate Sean's throbbing hot cock all the more when she slid it all the way inside of her in one smooth motion. There was a collective groan as the sensation hit them. Elizabeth almost came right then, she was that primed from his hands alone. She came when he bucked underneath her. The orgasm washed over her and it only made her crave more. She rode him slowly, her hips rocking up and twisting down as his own thrusts met hers, building up her sexual energy. Steadily she picked up her pace as her hunger increased, Sean was ready for her stroke for stroke. She was breathing raggedly now with concentration, so much so that she didn't notice one of Sean's hands missing from her breasts until it was already rubbing her exposed clit. "Fuck, Sean. Yes!" She was so close now that Elizabeth was veritably humming with need. Sean was bucking hard beneath her; he was close too. Their motions were frantic and needy, the sound of their bodies slapping echoed in the night. Elizabeth was surprised into orgasm when Sean bit her neck. Instantly her body exploded and she lost her breath as she came. Sean shot his sperm deep in her and Elizabeth fell back on her lover as he twitched beneath her.
Elizabeth lay on Sean, exhausted. "One thing I can never complain about you Sean is that you are wonderful in bed." She felt him chuckle.
"I really don't think you want to tell me things like that," he replied. "I just might get a big head about it. But thank you for telling me anyways. All I really do is just try to keep up with you. Men dream about women who are as wild as you are in bed."
"Sean?"
"Hmm?"
"I love you."
Sean's arms wrapped around her. "I will never tire of hearing you say that."
"Sean?"
His chest shook in silent laughter. "Yes, love?"
"I think I'm staining your leather seat."
The night filled with Sean's laughter.
**Chapter 13**
Sean pulled into his parking spot in his new car, drawing a few stares as he did so. Derrick was there to greet him. "So, I see you've sold out for a car. I never would have thought of you as a gigolo, but here you are."
Sean was surprised by the comment. At first he didn't know what Derrick was talking about and then he looked at his new car with the new stain in the driver's seat. "Oh, you mean the car. You've got it all wrong. I'm not seeing Elizabeth for money."
"Yeah right," Derrick said darkly. "The bitch reward you for so obediently kicking Cheryl out?"
"That's going too far Derrick," Sean replied. "I suggest you not talk about things you don't understand."
"What's there to understand? Cheryl drops me for you when she realized what a big mistake you were getting yourself into for going out with that older woman. Cheryl thought she could save you from her. And what do you do? You kick her out. And here you are with a new Jaguar?"
Sean only shook his head in pity. "Derrick *I* bought this car."
That stopped his friend's tirade. "What do you mean? You couldn't afford it. Besides I thought you loved that Corolla of yours."
"I did love that car," Sean answered. "Even after I crashed it while trying to chase down the woman I love; a woman who had her heart broken when Cheryl recklessly kissed me. I didn't kiss Cheryl. I suggest you talk to her yourself, Derrick. If she isn't too embarrassed to see you, that is. I'm not going to talk to her. If you want to defend a girl who just dumped you then fine, that's up to you. But I suggest you hear the whole story." Sean told him how it happened. How Cheryl said she loved him and then kissed him just as Elizabeth opened the door. He told Derrick about how he had to hunt Elizabeth down and almost died in the process. "So I suggest you shut up about the woman I love. The Jag I bought since I crashed the Corolla. Something that would never have happened had Cheryl not try to force the situation on me. I'm not pissed at Cheryl for making it so that I'd crash my car. I'm mad at her for hurting Elizabeth like that. That, I will neither forgive nor forget. You have no idea what she and I have been through." Sean walked around Derrick. "Go back to Cheryl if you want, she'll probably take you back after she realized the mistake she made. She's not the type that likes being alone. But be warned. Girls like her don't know what it is they want and can just as easily break your heart as they change their mind."
Derrick stood there, digesting everything Sean had told him.
"Look, Derrick," Sean walked up to his former roommate. "I'm sorry about what happened to you and Cheryl, I really am. The fact that she dumped you for me is a little awkward but I'd still like us to be friends. You want to come up to my place so we can talk about it?"
"Yeah, alright."
They went back to Sean's place and sat down in the living room. "So I don't get," Derrick said. "You've always liked Cheryl. Back at the dorms everyone was pretty certain that you had the hots for her. So what happened?"
Sean thought about that one, not quite certain how to answer that. "Well, in a way you happened. Let me explain. Yes, I was jealous of you for a while but that wore off. Cheryl chose you and there was no way I was going to get in the way of that. Whatever made her happy was fine with me even if it wasn't me. I cared for her that much. But that isn't the point. Point was that she chose you out of pure physical attraction and that you weren't really a jerk, which on its own I have no problem with. What got me was that you two had sex without love in the equation. That was it for me. You know about her past. How her father had an affair and almost tore her whole family apart. I've talked to her. She resents men in general, hates and fears them as all having a nugget of infidelity. She says she got over what her father did. She may have stopped blaming him but instead she projected it to all men. This is what I'm getting at. She had sex with you out of simply being weak to physical needs. No offense but your first time with her was probably because she was just horny. She was being hypocritical about her feelings compared to her actions. Girls like that I don't trust. Just like that," Sean snapped his fingers, "they can change their minds. Like Cheryl did to you. If I did go out with her she'd drop me and jump onto the next guy who seemed better or maybe get back with you. Sorry, but I'm no ones fool. I've been that before."
Sean sighed. "Another thing. Before you were seeing her, Cheryl and I talked a lot. She knows about my past." Sean paused. He never liked talking about it. "About how my mother died. For the longest time I thought she was the only one who knew. Then there was that time we got drunk and you told me that you felt sorry about my mother's death and all. I wonder who else she's told. I lead a very secretive life and Cheryl betrayed my trust in her to keep a secret. If I can't trust her with my secrets as a friend how I can I trust her as more than that. I know the way I date is that I dive headfirst into a relationship, no strings attached, all or nothing. And that requires a certain degree of trust. So all in all it comes down to trust and I just can't trust Cheryl with my heart."
"And Elizabeth?"
"Well, Elizabeth is an entirely different person. We just seem to click. It's almost scary how she thinks the same things I do when we've only been together for six months. Hell, we were like that since our second date. We don't have many things in common on the surface but it's more like we compliment one another. She lets me live that extra inch in life."
"So you're not dating Elizabeth to make Cheryl jealous?"
"Nope."
"And what about the money."
Sean sighed. He knew people were going to ask as soon as they saw his car. "Derrick, I'm rich. I choose to live like I have no money because that's just the way I am. I thought about buying a new car before but it seemed like such a waste since I was happy with the Corolla."
"Just how rich are you?"
"Rich enough to buy myself a new Jaguar."
"But how do you…"
"Stocks. They paid off. Let's leave it at that. I don't like parading around how much money I've got, except with the Jag. I decided I needed an early Christmas present."
"But then why do you still…"
"Go to school? Let's just call it the ethics of the thing."
Derrick sat there and mulled things over then stood up. "Look, I got to get going. I've got class soon and need some time to think things through. Thanks for clearing things up."
"I'm just glad you're still talking to me. I know this is a confusing mess but whatever happens happens. Just make sure you know where you're at and where you're going. I'll see you later." Sean saw Derrick out the door and thought about the past couple of days and what it meant in the long run. It was definitely going to be a hectic couple of weeks. He had finals coming around the bend and he had a feeling that the proverbial crap was about to hit the ceiling when word spread amongst his friends. Life was so much easier without women in his life.
\* \* \*
"So, what's for dinner?"
"Let's skip dinner and move on to dessert." Sean said and wrapped his arms around Elizabeth's waist.
Elizabeth smiled then squirmed out of his hold. "Uh-uh. I came here to be fed. I'll reward you for your efforts later."
Sean sighed. "Alright, let's see what we got…" Sean opened the refrigerator and peered inside. It was cavernously empty except for a carton of baking soda and a yogurt. "Hmm. Looks like we need to make a trip to the market. Your car or mine."
"Yours," Elizabeth chirped. "I like bragging to Vanessa about it every chance I get."
"Isn't she seeing Eric though? He's got the same car I have."
"True, but he doesn't like going out much so it's just as good as not having it at all. She tried asking him if she could drive it but he's as stubborn as you are about it."
"I'm not stubborn about letting you drive."
Elizabeth looked at him and arched her eyebrow.
"Okay, maybe I am," Sean sighed and mumbled. "The things I do for love. Alright I'll let you drive us to the market this once." Elizabeth jumped for joy. "Just this once, okay. Let's give you something to really brag about to Vanessa. Let's go."
The two hopped into the Jag and Sean fussed about leaving the top up. He gave in and let her drive with the top down. "Seatbelts!" he screamed.
"Sean, you're worse than my dad when he was teaching me how to drive."
"Your dad wasn't letting you drive a ninety-thousand dollar car," he shot back.
Of course, Sean wasn't serious about being so finicky about his car. He did worry a little but he knew Elizabeth was a good driver. He just liked poking fun at the situation.
"Love you," Elizabeth said and gave him a peck on the cheek then started the engine. They purred like kittens, Elizabeth and the car both. Sean could only smile at the way her eyes were lit up like a Christmas tree. They pulled out of the carport slowly and Elizabeth made every precaution to watch out for other cars. When they hit the open road she only added a little speed. "If you're going to drive then drive. Give her some gas," Sean said.
With a big smile Elizabeth stepped on the accelerator and put the car through its paces. Although Sean nagged earlier that he would be watching the road he only had his eyes on Elizabeth as the wind whipped her hair as she smiled in wild abandon. This was what it was to not be lonely, to share the things that made you happy with someone else. Sean would always remember that moment for the rest of his life. Here, with her and the wind. They arrived at the market in record time and got out. Sean immediately wrapped his arms around Elizabeth and tried to put all his love into a kiss that soon had her melting in his arms.
"My! What was that for?" she asked after the floor stopped spinning.
"For not crashing the Jag," Sean chuckled at her flabbergasted expression then gave her a chaste peck on the cheek. "Love you."
The two walked hand in hand into the supermarket. Sean grabbed a cart and then squeaked along the linoleum aisles, picking up things to fill his refrigerator with, when Elizabeth grabbed his elbow. "Sean," Elizabeth whispered. "I just spotted Cheryl."
"Uh-oh," Sean looked over his shoulder and indeed there stood Cheryl with her roommates down the aisle. It didn't look like she had spotted them yet but that wasn't going to last. Cheryl looked up the aisle and recognized them. Sean watched different emotions play across her face, from surprise to embarrassment to anger. She headed their way.
Sean knew it was impossible but it felt like a storm front had just set in, the air was charged with tension. He didn't know what to expect of so quick an encounter but he braced himself for whatever was about to happen. Cheryl stormed towards them, hurt anger and pride evident in her every move. She stopped before them and her hand flashed out to slap Elizabeth. Sean was quicker and caught her wrist before she hit; Elizabeth didn't even flinch. Cheryl stared with open fury at Elizabeth and then Sean. "I thought I understood you, Sean. Never in my life would I have thought that you would sleep with another woman for money. I thought there was something between us."
"Cheryl, there might have been but…"
"Cheryl, Sean isn't seeing me for my money," Elizabeth cut in. "He and I are happy together. I don't know what you might have said before but Sean valued the friendship you had with him enough to not tell me. I suggest you consider very carefully how you act in front of him." Sean noticed Elizabeth didn't say anything about Cheryl treating her more civilly.
"Bitch," Cheryl spat out and wrenched her hand away then stormed off. Sean looked at Cheryl's friends who were also friends of his. They had a confused look on their face, unsure what to make of recent developments. Sean only shook his head in pity for Cheryl. He supposed Derrick hadn't seen her yet.
Elizabeth touched his elbow and guided Sean down the shopping aisle to get them away from the staring crowd. Sean didn't say anything, he didn't know what to say. One of the best friends he ever had now hated him and the woman who just became an integral part of his life. "Elizabeth, I'm…"
Elizabeth placed a finger on his lips and silenced him. "You know the rules, Sean. No apologies. And besides, it is not your apology to give. You did nothing wrong. If Cheryl can't care enough about you to see that she put you in a spot then she didn't really care about your feelings, which is what a relationship is about; the person you care about. Come on. There's still a few things on the list that needs taking care of."
The two continued shopping and didn't broach the matter again but it was sitting on the back Sean's mind, Cheryl was a good friend. The rest of their time at the market continued without further incidences, apparently Cheryl had left immediately.
Sean and Elizabeth were soon back at the apartment and were shelving all of the groceries and setting aside what they had planned for dinner. "Sean?"
Sean pulled his head out the fridge and looked up. "What did Cheryl say? Before, I mean."
Sean walked up to Elizabeth and wrapped his arms around her. "She said I didn't need you." He took a deep breath. "I do though. You know that. Just thinking of you reminds me of what I have to live for. I don't have to wake up in the morning and feel empty anymore. Do you know what the loneliness in my life meant to me? It meant that no matter what I did, no matter how good of an achievement I accomplish, it was meaningless because I didn't have anyone to share it with. I consider myself a selfless person. I feel fulfilled when I make those around me happy. You are the only person who I've ever made happy by simply being me. No lies, no facades, no illusions; just me. For once in my life I don't have to worry about being ridiculed for doing what I like, for expressing who I am, even so much as being jested at. And that is only one of the reasons I love you, one of the millions of reasons that I need you. Cheryl never filled that need, neither did any of my friends. I don't need them, I could lose all of them because of how Cheryl is blowing this all up, and I don't care. I do need you, though. If the price I have to pay is them, then so be it. But understand that it is not your fault that I lose them. Whether or not they choose to remain my friends are entirely their choice and their responsibility." Let his friends mill about in confusion all they want. If they wanted to know his side of the story they would ask. So be it.
Sean held Elizabeth as she stood there silently, mulling over what he just said. She didn't say anything but Sean could feel the shift of emotion from the set of her muscles in his arms that she was happy with his explanation and all was right in the world once again.
**Chapter 14**
"Sean?"
Elizabeth lay cuddled up after a very passionate and fulfilling bout of making love. "Yes, love?"
"What are you doing for Thanksgiving? It's just around the corner."
"I don't know," Sean answered. "I was thinking maybe getting a turkey, inviting Vanessa and Eric, and having a nice dinner with you guys. Why?"
"What about your family?" Elizabeth asked. "I was wondering about when I could meet them. Thanksgiving is a family holiday."
"I don't plan on introducing my family to you."
"Why not?" Elizabeth was now sitting up, a curious and annoyed expression on her face. "I think I'm ready to meet them."
"Calm down, Elizabeth," Sean said and held her hand. "Fact of the matter is that I don't think I'm not ready to introduce you to them. I haven't seen them in a couple of years. They," Sean didn't quite know how to fit the words to how he felt, the emotions were buried so deep. "They embarrass me. I've never mentioned them because, well, I'm ashamed of them. You're going to want to get more comfortable because this is a long story." Elizabeth nodded and lay back down in his arms. "I told you about how my mother died when I was seven. But I left a lot blank as to what happened afterward. In brief my family fell apart. My father tried dealing with his grief and I think it was because of that that he let my sister go out so often. Maybe he just didn't know what to do about her now that my mom was gone or maybe the sight of her reminded him of our mother. Whatever the reason, he just let her go out and wasn't a control factor on what friends were acceptable. Well, she didn't hang out with the right crowd. It wasn't long before she was definitely hanging out with the wrong crowd and had run away. She had gotten into drugs and who knows what else. All this before she even went to high school.
"My dad remarried and at the time I thought his second wife was fine. She brought her own daughter as an addition to the family and I thought she was okay to play with. I knew them for about half a year before my dad got hitched. It was a crazy few years after that with my dad still searching for my sister and then eventually finding her. During that time when things were finally starting to become more normal, if being within the quota of dysfunctional can be considered normal that is, that I started to understand him. Then there came the inheritance. My grandmother died and my sister, father, and I got a lot of money; hundreds of thousands each to be exact. My dad used it to build a business and my sister got her fingers into it quick and pretty much blew it on her boyfriend and addiction to marijuana. I just sat on it. I sat and watched as the money corrupted the household. My father was ever the salt of the earth kind of man but my step-mom, she was a different story. She dug her claws in and spoiled my step-sister rotten. Fights broke out and once again my family was sent spinning into oblivion once again. I kidded you not when I said that I led a very lonely life. I doubt there are that many high schoolers in the upper middle class that could really understand what I was going through, they either had the money all their lives and were used to it or they were dirt poor and would simply resent me. That money and my family nearly drove me insane. I've never told anyone this before but it nearly drove me to the point of suicide when I was twelve." At the telling of that Elizabeth squeezed Sean's hand comfortingly. "Those were some dark days for me. Some of it hasn't gone away. That's why I was driven towards martial arts. It was an outlet. The drawing too." Sean pointed at the mural wall across from the bed. "See that raven? That was my deepest despair, my darkest pain. Those depths that have haunted me for years, for a while I could almost feel a mental shift in me where it took over. Towards the end it became my loneliness." He pointed again at a different part of the wall, to the phoenix that Elizabeth fingered the first day she saw the walls, blazing brightly, beautifully. "And that. That phoenix became you. My hope, my last shot at salvation. That bird has been the only thing keeping me going for the past ten years. The dream of finding you has been the only thing keeping me going for the past decade of my life." Sean took a deep cleansing breath after remembering those dark years, reminding himself that those times were past. "So when Cheryl said that I didn't need you I kid you not when I say that I was about to slap her. She will never know that only thing that stopped me was because of my need to find you.
"And then my father died of a heart attack," Sean chuckled sadly. "Can't say that I blame him. I thought about something along those lines years before him. Then the family really did fall apart. My father was the only reason I ever wanted to go home during my first couple of years in college. Since I was already eighteen I filed for financial independence and moved out. I've never wanted to go back. There's nothing back there for me but painful memories. I don't ever plan on meeting them ever again. Once, they tried contacting me and could you believe they were asking for money? Apparently they blew all of it after my father died. A good chunk of his share of my grandmother's money that was given to him he gave to me. I…" Sean couldn't say another word and broke down with grief. Elizabeth held him to her, whispering soft comforts while he cried like the lost boy that he still kept hidden, even from himself. "I was the only reason that he kept living. He said as much in his will. My empire of money is built on death. Now you know why I've never spent it. I hate that money. It has caused me nothing but pain. But I can't give it away. It's all I have of my parents. I never really knew my mother and my father never believed too strongly in anything so I can't donate it. I don't think it would be right. Besides, I think he believed I was a worthy caretaker of it. Perhaps, perhaps one day I will know what to do with it. But until then I'll hold on to it and only use it when I have to. The Jag was the first time that I've splurged. It has to do with being with you. I can maybe put down the pain now that I have some happiness in my life." Sean had calmed by then. "Anyways, after that one encounter with my family about a year back I changed my address and phone number. I even considered going to a different college. I pretty much disappeared, partially from the pain but also from disgust. No, I'm not going to introduce you to my family. I don't think I could take it. They aren't a part of my life anymore."
It was a lot to drop in Elizabeth's lap but she deserved to know. Might as well get it out of the way, he thought. Elizabeth didn't say anything for a long while, just held him quietly. "Sean?"
"Yes?"
"Will you come with me to meet my family this Thanksgiving? I'm sure they'd love you. They're good people. Charles sort of shoved them out of my life when I married him and this is my first year free of him. It would mean a lot to me if you met them."
"I'd love to," Sean replied. "Maybe what you're thinking will work out and they'll adopt me."
"I didn't mean…"
Sean silenced her with his lips and tasted their tears. "Yes, you did, which is part of the reason I want to go. Besides, I get to hear more of the amazingly embarrassing stories starring our beloved Elizabeth Richards." He smiled at her and she blushed in mortification. "Thank you, ‘Liz. I can't find the words to tell me how much it means to me."
"Don't say that until *after* you've met them."
\* \* \*
"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Elizabeth asked as they walked up the thinly carpeted arrival ramp of the Seattle airport.
"As ready as I'll ever be, darling." Sean squeezed her hand to show her his resolve. He really wasn't all that worried. He remembered how in high school most of his friends' parents liked him; even his ex-girlfriend's parents liked him. The tunnel ramp opened up into the main airport lobby and, as always in public places, Sean scanned the whole area for exits, security, and anything out of the ordinary amongst the bustling crowd of travelers busy to be home early for Thanksgiving, it being Wednesday. Sean didn't have to wait long to pick out Elizabeth's parents since she literally jumped and screamed and ran straight for them. He had a good look at them as they gathered up their daughter in a group hug. Her father was a tall man with graying blonde hair and gentle blue eyes. His wife had Elizabeth's slim build with typical Chinese features but was about four inches shorter than Elizabeth and her hair was streaked with gray. Sean stood back and waited with his and Elizabeth's carry on bags at the touching scene of family reunited.
The hugs and smiles took a reprieve as Elizabeth turned around and waved at Sean to join them. He did so gladly, toting their bags and a bouquet of flowers that he picked himself. He handed the flowers to Elizabeth's mother. She accepted them graciously and looked at the arrangement before she sniffed them.
"Sean this is my mother, Alice, and my father, Henry. Mom, dad this is my boyfriend, Sean."
Alice looked at Sean and then the flowers and smiled warmly at him. "Pleased to meet you Sean."
Henry measured Sean up and Sean let him, letting his honest affection for the man's daughter show through. The older man shook his hand, "Hello, Sean. Nice to meet the boy that's swept my daughter off her feet."
"Pleased to meet you, sir." Sean replied. "Sometimes though, I wonder who is sweeping whom off their feet."
Elizabeth blushed at the compliment and tenderly slipped her hand in his.
"None of this ‘sir' business. Call me Henry."
"Yes, sir…err Henry."
Still, Alice was looking at the bouquet of irises, white chrysanthemums, and light pink roses. "Sean these are lovely flowers did you pick them?"
"Yes, I did," Sean said simply and smiled.
The group went on to luggage pick up and soon were on their way to Elizabeth's home.
**Chapter 15**
The car ride was filled with amiable conversation and the usual interrogation of Sean's character; what his goals were, what he valued, the whole nine yards. Sean bore it all with grace, he'd be surprised if they didn't. Sean liked Elizabeth's parents, they really were nice people. Other than the interrogation the two barraged Elizabeth about her divorce and did some general catching up on recent events. Sean half-listened to the conversation and half viewed the sights around him. There were trees everywhere with almost permanently overcast skies brooding with rain. They pulled up to a rustic looking white house with blue trimming amidst tall evergreens that dripped with the morning's light drizzle. "Well, here we are. Let's say we get you two settled in." Henry said. "'Liz, your room is just as you left it. And Sean, we have an office with a nice convertible sofa."
"Dad!" Elizabeth exclaimed.
"It's okay, Elizabeth," Sean interceded. "Sounds cozy. Their house, their rules. I expected as much anyways."
"But…"
"Let me guess," Sean continued for her. "But Charles got to stay with you? I thought as much. Please do not give me the same allowances as that sleaze ball. I'll be fine, love. Look at it this way. You don't have to lose to me in a pillow fight this time."
"Pillow fight?" Henry asked, chuckling. "She still likes to pillow fight? I thought she grew out of that."
"Elizabeth and her sister, Susan, always got into pillow fights. I've lost count of how many pillows those two have exploded."
Sean was grinning widely much to Elizabeth's embarrassment. She reached up and clamped her hands around his ears. "Mom, could you *please* leave out the embarrassing stories. I'm supposed to try to impress him."
"You've already impressed me, ‘Liz," Sean said. "Besides, I told you I wanted to hear all those fun little anecdotes. If I'm lucky they'll show me the really cute baby pictures."
Elizabeth howled in aggravated embarrassment. "You're impossible, Sean!"
"I think I'm beginning to like him," Henry commented.
"Auntie ‘Liz!" squeaked an energetic eight year old boy that came barreling out the front door. Elizabeth squealed in mutual delight and gave the boy a big hug. "Mom said you'd be coming this time. Did you bring me anything?"
It seemed to Sean that Elizabeth's bright laughter seemed to part all the clouds in the sky and he smiled at the sound. "No, Brian. Sorry, not this time. I didn't even realize how big you've gotten. I didn't want to get you something a young man like you wasn't interested in anymore. Maybe we can find something at the toy store later." Brian smiled all the brighter when she called him a man. Elizabeth caught Sean smiling at her and faced Brian around. "Brian, let me introduce you to someone very important to me. This is my friend, Sean. Sean, this is my nephew, Brian."
"I'm eight, now," Brian chirped.
Sean kneeled down and looked the innocent youth over. "And practically a man. Good to know there's another man in the house. Two many disgusting girls under one roof without us men to fix things and who knows what could happen!" Brian laughed in agreement much to Elizabeth's mild annoyance. "Actually, Auntie ‘Liz," Sean said that with a sly look at Elizabeth, "didn't know that I may have snuck a thing or two for a nephew of hers she mentions so often in my suitcase. Maybe that's you?"
Brian seemed to brim with even more energy if that were possible. "She doesn't have any other nephews."
"We're working on that," came a female voice from the front door. Sean looked up to find a woman who was obviously Elizabeth's older sister. Less delicate than Elizabeth, but more handsome, she seemed to have an almost royal bearing to her even though she was drying her hands with a dishrag. "Hi, I'm Susan," she said, offering her freshly dried hand. "You must be this Sean she's been talking our ears off about lately." There was a measured look in her eyes much like Vanessa had done when they first met.
"Yes, well, don't believe everything you hear about me. I'm still male, so you know I *can't* be that good." Susan chuckled. "Honestly, I have no idea what she's told you so I'm just going to have to try to impress you on my own."
Sean left it at that and picked up their luggage and trundled into the house. Amazing how much a woman can pack for a four-night stay. With the first step inside, Sean could feel the presence of a home here. Pictures hung on the walls, cheap but priceless knick-knacks sat on the mantel above the fireplace, and the smell of cleanliness of a well cared for house gave the presence of loving warmth. He left his own bags at the foot of the staircase and followed Elizabeth up the stairs to her room. She had white furniture and a definite feminine touch to her decorations and countless stuffed animals were everywhere. Sean took a look at the pile of animals on the bed. "Even if I were to stay with you here I'd have to take the floor," Sean commented. "There's certainly no room for me in your bed."
"I would have made room," Elizabeth said a bit obstinately. It was a bit out of character for Elizabeth to be so adamant about so simple a thing and he said as much. "I know, its just, I'm so used to waking up with you in the mornings now."
"I'm going to miss that, too, but I can tell there's more to it than that, ‘Liz."
"Well, this is my home, too, and I'm a grown woman now."
"You most definitely are but to them you're still their little girl. They will always see the girl that used to blow up pillows with her sister and millions of other little things that you've probably forgotten. Besides, they missed you. You coming home means a lot to them, especially after a divorce. They just want to make sure that you're better without the added distraction of another guy thrown in the mix."
"I know, I've missed them too," Elizabeth said. Sean wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead. They held each other for a moment, relishing in the quiet. "Come on, let me show you your couch." She led them down the stairs and down a hallway to their right and into the office. It really was a cozy place and the masculine furnishings were much to his liking. The desk was large and devoid of decorations, family photos hung on the walls, and the couch was large and comfortable, and the walls were paneled wall to wall with stained wood. Sean dropped his bags when he noticed the violin case sitting in the far corner. He picked it up and set it on his lap almost reverentially as he sat on the couch.
"Oh, that," Elizabeth said. "My dad tried picking up on how to play the fiddle a long time ago. He was horrible, though." She smiled a little wistfully. "He grumbled for months when he finally admitted that he was no good at it. Said something about it probably being broken."
Sean opened the case. It was beautiful. Definitely not broken. The sound post was still standing where it should be under the bridge and the pegs were loose to prevent the strings from breaking. Sean immediately plucked and tuned it with an old familiarity. He tightened the bow and applied an appropriate amount of rosin. With buried memories, Sean played. The feel of the bow as it glided across the strings was almost too much for him to bear but he continued to play. Slowly, the bittersweet memories surfaced and his fingers became possessed with music. He soared to cloud tops and descended to abyssal plains as his fingers slid across the fingerboard. Faster and faster the tune progressed until the present faded away and he could almost imagine that his past didn't happen. The sorrow faded and the music shifted to bold strokes that made his heart race, the remembrances of a time long gone returning. But like any other song it ended, and the last sweet note hung in the air like a soft mote of dust in a sunbeam. Sean took a cleansing breath to squirrel those memories away and opened his eyes to find Elizabeth's whole family staring at him.
"Sean, I didn't know you played," Elizabeth said in wonderment. "That was beautiful."
"Thanks," Sean said quietly. "I'm a bit rusty, though. My fingers drag a bit. I haven't touched a violin since…well, not in years."
Elizabeth caught the lapse in his speech but decided not to press the matter. She saw the lost look in his eyes when he opened them. He would tell her when he was ready.
"See, Henry," Alice jibed. "It's not broken. You're just no good at it. Admit it. He practices on occasion when he doesn't think anyone can hear him," she commented conspiratorially. "But unfortunately for me, I hear everything." Everyone laughed at that and showered Sean with compliments much to his embarrassment. He didn't mean to show off, he just couldn't help himself when he saw the violin sitting there, like scratching an itch.
Everyone filed out of the office and into the kitchen for a light lunch of tuna sandwiches and soda. The family chatted amiably and got Elizabeth caught up on local gossip and news. Susan's husband, Frank, would be over later. He still had a few things to take care of at the publishing office where he worked. After he arrived the guys were thinking of going to play some football. At the sound of the word ‘football' Sean's head perked up.
"Did someone say football?"
"Oh, yesh," Henry said around a bite of tuna then swallowed. "Family tradition. There's going to be a few other guys from the neighborhood playing. I was worrying about the evenness of the teams but with you then everything's perfect."
"Tackle or touch?"
"Why tackle of course."
"Oh, dear," Alice grimaced. "Every year, there's always a sprained ankle or something," she sighed.
"That's part of the fun," Sean and Henry commented simultaneously and grinned.
"I'll go put some extra ice in the freezer."
**Chapter 16**
The November air was brisk and cold but it could have been worse if the trees surrounding the park didn't break the winds above to a gentle breeze. Susan's husband, Frank, met them at the park after calling from work and saying he would meet them there. He was a tall man at 6'3" with a steady gaze, chestnut hair, and soft hazel eyes. The other neighbors, mostly Elizabeth and Susan's old friends from high school were there. One of them that really got Sean's attention was Steve, Elizabeth's high school sweet heart. Elizabeth did whatever she could to keep those two apart for fear of the stories they might swap. He seemed like a nice guy with an easy smile and wavy blonde hair, he was the high school star quarter back and hadn't lost his touch to age. But there seemed to be something about him that left Sean on edge when they first greeted one another. Sean always trusted his instincts and would be wary around Steve.
The teams were chosen with Sean on one side with Elizabeth's family and Steve and his old high school football buddies on the other. Henry turned out to be a military history buff and football tactics were right up his alley. Sean was asked what positions he played, wide receiver or running back. They made him receiver and gave him a simple play to run.
The teams lined up at the scrimmage and Sean loped easily back and forth across the lines to see who was covering him. It was Steve, of course. The ball was snapped and Sean shot down the field like a racehorse out of the stocks. Steve didn't expect someone of Sean's height to be so fast and tried to catch up. Sean watched over his shoulder and watched the ball launched into the air in his direction. It was a perfect throw and Sean caught it with ease, he could hear Elizabeth cheering him on. Steve came out of nowhere, a burst of speed that caught Sean by surprise and was about to sack him. Sean's mind fired in the long practiced discipline of years of martial arts and he bounded straight up and beyond Steve's flying tackle. The leap became a forward somersault and left Steve eating grass and Sean continued to blaze down the field for a touch down. Sean spiked the ball and watched Elizabeth go wild with proud glee.
Sean walked back to Steve to help him up. The other man only looked at the proffered help and got up on his own efforts, leaving Sean standing there foolishly. "That couldn't have been legal, no score."
"What?" Sean's team exclaimed in surprise.
"No way are acrobatic flips legal. They aren't in the rule book."
He's going to be one of *those*, Sean thought. "Nor is there anything in the rules against it. My knees didn't touch turf, the touchdown should stand."
Steve sneered at him. "I played football, I know the rules. That isn't legal."
"We all know the rules, Steve," Henry argued. "The touchdown should count."
They argued for a few minutes until the women stepped in and judged the touchdown to be good; if anything, because it was an impressive feat. The men weren't going to argue the point against the women once they set their minds to it collectively, especially after they readied a frosty gaze that would have frozen the nearby trees. The game continued with Sean's team in the lead. All afternoon Steve hounded Sean when he was on the defensive and Sean made a point to leave him alone when he was on the offense. They called for one last play as the sun began its descent with the score tied at twenty-eight each. Sean's team had possession of the ball with only ten yards to go and one down left.
"Alright, Sean," Henry said as they huddled together and discussed tactics. "You've served us pretty well as a receiver, one short pass and we win this."
"No go, Henry," Sean said. "Steve's been eyeing me all game and knows we're going for a pass. Let me play quarterback." That got everyone's attention. "I told you I play running back and receiver. They don't know that. I can't throw for the life of me but they don't know that either. Let's bluff them. I fake a hand off to Frank here like we're going for a running play and then I make a sprint for the N-zone. They'll be too baffled by me not running for a pass to know what to do. Most likely Steve will stick to my butt like white on rice so Frank will play escort. I'll follow in his wake while the rest of you get behind for a lateral if it comes to that. What do you think?"
"It just might work," Henry said. "Alright, let's do it. Huu-ah!"
"HUU-AH!"
They fanned out across the field and Sean watched the look of bafflement spread amongst Steve's ranks as Sean took the quarterback position. Sean spouted some nonsense calls and then called the hike. The ball snapped right into Sean's hands and he immediately faked a pass to Frank who barreled across the field, Sean close on his heels. Almost everyone fell for the ruse, except for Steve of course. Sean was expecting as much as he called out the feint to his team. Both teams converged on Sean, Steve at the forefront. Everyone was too tight for a lateral as Sean watched Steve plow towards him, his weight shifted higher in case Sean tried flipping out of the way again. Again, Sean's reflexes moved in rapid-fire mode and without a second thought he reversed direction towards the stampede, spun, and sidestepped around Steve. Sean reversed again in the right direction and rolled over Steve's back. The move slowed him and Steve enough for the remaining crowd to catch up and tackle them both.
There was huge dog pile of groaning men as the women rushed from the sidelines, shrieking with worry. Everyone was intent on pulling men off of one another and rescuing the two at the bottom. When the pile was cleared up Steve was found to have left a crater in the soft earth. He was dizzy with the impact but he was okay. Sean was nowhere to be found.
"Hey guys," came a voice from the N-zone. "Looking for something?"
Everyone looked up in surprise. There stood Sean as he bounced the football back and forth between his hands. Instead of simply rolling sideways over Steve's back, Sean rolled over and forward, running Steve into the dirt and at the same time giving Sean the extra foot he needed to complete the play as well as clear the dog pile. Everyone stood dumbfounded in silence.
All at once pandemonium broke out as Elizabeth's family cheered and Steve's team cursed. Then it got really chaotic when Steve broke through the crowd and tried to lay a right cross to Sean's jaw. Sean leaned back and watched as the fist breezed by him. Sean's own hand flashed out and caught Steve's wrist an inch before it would have hit Elizabeth squarely in the nose. Everyone gasped as the two stood there like gladiatorial statues. Elizabeth's face blanched at the hovering fist and nearly feinted. Sean's anger flared and he lost control of his temper and planted a solid springing sidekick to Steve's ribs, sending him sailing several feet back into the crowd. Sean scooped Elizabeth up in his arms and made headway for the benches. The women and Elizabeth's family trailed after him like a flock of geese, squawking at Steve's poor behavior and frantically getting in each other's way as they tried to help. Sean ignored all of them and calmly swept the table clear of snacks with a swift kick. The clatter quieted all of them as Sean grabbed a handful of paper towels and doused them in water before applying them to her forehead. "You okay?" Sean asked with single-minded worry. He helped a bottle of water to her lips and she took a sip as she nodded.
"I'm okay, Sean," she answered as she sat up. "A little shaken, but okay."
"I'm so sorry, ‘Liz," Sean pleaded. "I should have seen that coming…"
"No apologies," Elizabeth said, the color returning to her face.
Sean lost control of himself and kissed her until he was sure that all the color returned to her face and then some, forgetting the crowd. Elizabeth's family watched with fascination, welcoming the public display of affection as confirmation of how the two felt for one another. It was Brian's gagging noises that brought the two out of the embrace, a smile of embarrassment on both their faces.
"Come on you two," Henry said. "Let's go home and have ourselves a victory dinner."
Elizabeth's family hustled home and were abuzz of Sean's performance at the game and ribbed the two mercilessly about the kiss. Brian made a colorful display about how sickened he was at the sight but quieted down when Sean came back from the office with a few Lego sets for the eight year old.
"So Sean," Henry asked, "Where did you learn to play like that?"
"Oh, I've never played on a real team before, just friendly get togethers is all. I love the sport though. Something about the primal nature of it I find exhilarating."
"Well you're certainly welcome to play next year, I got tired of losing to Steve years ago."
"Not a graceful loser is he?"
"No, not at all," Elizabeth's father agreed. "I have to apologize for his actions. You are our guest after all."
"Elizabeth and I have a rule," Sean said. "No apologies. Besides the fault was his, not yours. I trust that if you knew something like that would have happened you would have warned me. By the way, Mrs. Richards. This is an excellent pot roast and I love the country potatoes."
"Why, thank you Sean. Sean," Alice said. "I was wondering. Why did you pick those flowers? I mean they're lovely but…"
"You read into the meaning, I take it?"
Alice nodded. "The whole bouquet seemed out of place. I looked up the arrangement and…"
"Irises for wisdom, white chrysanthemums for truth, and pink roses for happiness. Yes, I knew what I was giving you." Elizabeth looked at Sean questioningly. "What, you didn't suppose I'd give any old flowers to your parents did you? Thank God I avoided that bouquet with the pot marigolds. You've got a sharp eye there, Mrs. Richards."
"Yeah, makes it really hard to hide presents from her, too," commented Elizabeth's father. The evening continued in companionable conversation and everyone decided to call it a night. "Oh, and Sean?"
Sean turned around as he headed for the office.
"You'll find your bags are in Elizabeth's room. Good night."
"Good night, sir. And thank you."
**Chapter 17**
Thanksgiving morning started at six in the morning for the Richards household. Elizabeth nuzzled Sean awake slowly and to a hot cup of tea. "Wakey-wakey sleepy-head. You've got a busy day ahead of you."
Sean pulled the covers back over his head. "But I don't want to go to school today, mommy."
Elizabeth giggled and pulled the sheets back down. "I'll have none of that, young man," she countered in a mock motherly tone. "Up and at-em."
Sean accepted the offered mug of Earl Grey and took a careful sip. He gave a grunt of appreciation then pecked a good morning kiss on her cheek. "Love you."
"You'd better."
Sean rummaged through his suitcase to find his bathroom kit then bumbled to the bathroom to take care of his morning routine. He looked out the window and confirmed that it was indeed raining outside. He always slept heavier on rainy days. Finishing up in the bathroom, Sean went back to Elizabeth's room and gave her a proper good morning kiss that almost landed them back in bed.
"Well, good morning to you, too!" Elizabeth chirped as she finished getting dressed in jeans and a sweater. Even dressed down Sean found her irresistibly attractive and said as much. "Thank you, Sean. But complimenting me until you're blue in the face isn't going to get you out of helping the boys downstairs chop some firewood. Family tradition and all that."
Sean smiled at her. He gave her another quick peck on the cheek and walked down with Elizabeth to the kitchen where breakfast was already waiting. Sean planned on eating light so he would have room for dinner but the heap of food eggs, bacon, toast, and sausage just sitting there tempted him from abandoning that. Luckily the rest of the household came awake and Henry and Frank soon dragged him out into the backyard and into a tool shed where cords of wood waited to be split.
"Ever done this before?" Henry asked as he pulled an axe off the wall.
"Not with an axe, no," Sean answered. "My dad was a contractor so we did it with a saw." Henry and Frank laughed at that. Sean saw the humor in it and laughed with them. "Took forever, too."
"Damn straight," Frank answered.
They moved an old stump into the center of the floor and stood a cord on end atop it. Henry handed Sean the axe. "Not much too it, Sean. Just make sure no one's in the way of your swing and not to chop your own leg off."
Sean nodded and hefted the axe, testing the balance. He put his back into it as he swung and split the cord cleanly in two. "That wasn't so bad."
Frank and Henry laughed then pulled a canvas aside to expose a large pile of wood waiting to be split and Sean's smile wilted. "To keep us menfolk busy while the women bustle around in the kitchen." The day passed quickly as the men took turns splitting the wood into a manageable size for the fireplace while sharing stories and Sean facing another light questioning about who was dating Henry's daughter. Lunch, too was a light affair, a jug of apple juice and smoked ham sandwiches. They attacked the pile with a revitalized fury for a few more hours and had finished it, split and stacked neatly, by three in the afternoon.
"Whew," Henry said. "And in record time I might add. Thanks for the hand, Sean."
"My pleasure," Sean said. "Had fun doing it."
"Good! Let's say we head for showers and see how much sampling we can get away with before the women drive us out."
Frank and Sean were all for that and they all hustled through the rain and into the house. Lightning split the sky and made Sean stop in his tracks. He looked up as the rain poured down and the thunder growled across the heavens. He loved the rain; it was clean, simple, and magical. Sean closed his eyes and let the sensations bring a smile to his face. Sean opened his eyes and wiped aside the hair plastered to his face. He turned towards the house to find Elizabeth standing beneath the back porch awning, that special smile on her lips as she looked at him with wonderment and love. Sean made his way to the back porch where Elizabeth had a warm towel waiting for him.
"You never cease to amaze me, Sean," Elizabeth smiled at him. Sean only smiled back and kissed her gently on the lips. A thought occurred to him and he grinned mischievously. Elizabeth didn't know what he was grinning about until it was too late when Sean hugged her and swung her around in his arms. He was soaking wet! "You big brute! Ooh, I'm going to get you back for this!" Sean laughed freely and she joined him.
"I'll consider it a rain check," Sean quipped. Elizabeth howled in mock frustration and shoved him back into the house while he laughed all the way back up the stairs for a shower. The shower was hot and quick, just how he liked them and he was bounding down the stairs in no time, the smell of turkey cooking in the oven permeating heavenly through the whole house. Elizabeth, Susan, and Alice were busily shuffling around the kitchen tasting there, adding this and that to make it just right. The three of them had kitchen work down to an art as he watched their almost coordinated movements.
"If you're thinking of sneaking a taste think again," Alice called over her shoulder. "You boys stay in the living room and watch the football game. We'll call you when dinner's ready." Sean didn't think she would notice with her back turned so he swiped a dinner roll off the table as he headed for the living room. "I saw that!"
Sean beat a hasty retreat for the living room and chuckled. He wanted to test if Alice really did have eyes on the back of her head like Elizabeth said she did, besides he was hungry. The men sat around the television while watching the game unfold, Brian sitting on his father's lap while Frank explained to him the finer points of the game. It wasn't long before they heard Susan calling out that dinner was ready. The men got off the overstuffed couch and headed for the dining room. Sean's mouth was watering from the aroma wafting through the house before he even opened the swinging door. He stopped in the doorway when he entered the room. There were mountains of mash potatoes with overfilling gravy boats beside them. A pyramid of cornbread muffins and dinner rolls looked about to fall over, it was stacked so precariously. Various other dishes of greens and potatoes, cranberry sauce, and stuffing filled the table from end to end. And the turkey! It had to weigh at least fifteen pounds. Sean's eyes popped at the sight. He hadn't seen this much food in a long time.
Elizabeth hooked an arm around his elbow and guided him to his seat; he was too amazed to find his way without a guide. Sean snapped to when he sat down and grinned like a kid in a candy store. Elizabeth gave him a chaste peck on the cheek and then took her place at the table across from him. Everyone bustled about, getting to their seats, compliments shouted out from just the wonderful aroma emanating from the platters. After everyone quieted down Henry stood up and addressed the people gathered. "Well, I must say that the ladies have simply outdone themselves this time." The whole family murmured agreement. "But what makes this Thanksgiving different from any other that we've had in a long while is the return of my baby girl, Elizabeth. Welcome home Elizabeth." Everyone raised a glass to that as Elizabeth's eyes brimmed with tears. "I also would like to add that she brought with her a man that turned the tables on Steve's team. Sean, I hope you come more often because I would really like to stick it to him just one more time." Chuckles rattled across the table. Henry addressed Sean, "Since you're new here how about you say a little something. Just make it short because I'm starving!"
Sean stood up nervously; he hadn't expected to give a speech. He looked around at the people gathered and said the first things that came to mind. "I'd first like to thank all of you for inviting me to your home and made me feel like a part of the family. Family. That is what the holidays are all about. I can't even begin to describe how good it feels to be near so much love freely given. Henry, I envy you. Elizabeth, thank you for sharing your family with me, I'll never forget this moment. As for Steve and his team, let's just say eating grass is good for their humility and I plan on serving him some humble pie."
Everyone cheered to that and glasses clinked all around. Platters, bowls, and dishes were passed around in rapid succession as everyone tried to sample everything on the table. It was a bountiful meal to say the least. Sean was busy at work on a particularly juicy piece of turkey breast when he felt something rub against his calf. He ignored it, thinking it was just someone's errant foot. The rubbing continued and had reached his knees. This time Sean looked up. Elizabeth was talking to her father about her work but took a moment to aim a sultry stare at him while Henry was too busy with his plate to notice. Sean gulped down an empty bite. The foot continued and ran sensually up the inside of his thigh. Sean cast his eyes about hastily as if anyone would notice Elizabeth's teasing foot running circles around his crotch. Sean looked again across the table but Elizabeth was making a production of seeming busy with a pile of mashed potatoes on her plate.
"Sean, you okay?" Frank asked. "You look a little flushed."
Sean snapped his attention to his right and looked at Susan's husband. "Yeah," Sean said hastily. "It seems a little hot is all. Must be from all this *eating*." Sean had to grind out that last word when Elizabeth's toes hit pay dirt. She stroked his stiffening manhood under the table and even massaged his balls a bit. Frank shrugged and returned to his meal. Sean cast a murderous glare across the table while his beloved feigned innocence. Throughout the entire dinner Elizabeth kept Sean on his toes with nervousness and arousal. When no one appeared to be looking she would lick a piece of food suggestively before popping it in her mouth. It was pure torture when dessert was passed around and Elizabeth made a big production of strawberries and whipped cream. Needless to say, Sean nearly made an embarrassing stain in his pants.
When dessert was over Sean looked around nervously as everyone stood up to talk more comfortably in the living room. Elizabeth only smiled at him with laughing eyes and offered little in the way of help. Sean surveyed the room quickly and made a beeline for the couch while trying not to appear in a hurry and sat down with his legs curled up in front of him. The rest of the family shuffled into the room, stretching and patting their bellies as they found a comfortable place to sit. Elizabeth entered the room and stood in front of him, waiting. Sean unfolded his legs quickly and pulled Elizabeth into his lap. Of course, she had to wiggle a bit to get comfortable. A fire was lit, fueled by the wood the men chopped earlier and everyone settled down contentedly. For the next hour or so the family chatted amiably about day-to-day things. The whole while Elizabeth would squirm in his lap as if trying to get comfortable but they both knew it was for his discomfort. Sean nuzzled her ear. "I'll get you back for this."
"Can't wait," she fired back and shook with silent laughter, which only made his cock throb more.
Slowly, Elizabeth's family grew drowsy with food coma and decided to call it an early night. "Good night you two," Alice said as she followed Henry's lead up the stairs. Finally, the two were alone and Sean sighed in relief.
"Now, I do recall you saying something about payback…" Elizabeth commented seductively. Sean immediately scooped Elizabeth up in his arms and marched up the stairs quickly. He kicked the door shut and threw his tormentor on the bed. Elizabeth yelped in surprise as Sean pounced on her like a lion going in for the kill. Sean growled and nipped at Elizabeth's neck with wild abandon, his hands quickly stripping Elizabeth down to her underwear.
Sean looked down at the woman he loved with an unrestrained glare of wild passion, which she returned in kind. He didn't think even a goddess could look as wantonly beautiful as the woman that lay before him, back arched in lustful self-sacrifice. Sean dove in with unfettered desire and ravaged her body with his tongue. Her bra was quickly discarded, leaving her breasts heaving with anticipation. Elizabeth didn't have to wait long before Sean attacked her breasts with a furious lashing from his tongue. Her back arched higher and a moan escaped her throat. Sean slowed a moment to put an apple he swiped on the way up the stairs in her mouth. He had planned on this. They were in her parents' home after all. The real chance of getting caught made Elizabeth's nostrils flare in undisguised lust, her eyes burning in flagrant challenge to keep her silent despite the apple secured in her mouth. Sean quelled her effrontery as he returned to his assault on her breasts. This time the fruit muffled her moans; its sweet juice ran down the sides of her mouth.
Sean knew that Elizabeth expected him to immediately ravage her as soon as the opportunity presented itself to release his tension but he had other things in mind. Payback indeed. Sean slowly made his way down, Elizabeth's legs quivering with anticipation. He kissed and suckled the insides of her thighs, wetting his fingers with his mouth before running them up and down her nether lips. He moved closer to the center of her arousal and was now licking her outer lips slowly, drawing every sensational flavor of her lust into his mouth drop by drop. Sean parted her petals and inhaled her scent. He blew on Elizabeth's exposed sex and she whimpered. Sean thought he could spend hours just studying her womanhood as he lay there looking at her nether region. He didn't, but he came very close. For the next forty-five minutes he teased her mercilessly, exploring her, tugging on her petals with just his lips, flicking his tongue over her clit, sliding his tongue as deep as it would go and pulling back out as she whimpered beneath him. What he enjoyed most of all was drawing a long, slow lick across her pussy then asked, "Did you say something?" Another lick, "Speak up, love. I can't hear you." And repeat the process over and over again every few minutes. He was quite proud of the fact that not a single drop had touched her sheets. Finally, Sean removed the apple and slowly licked all the sticky juices from her face.
"Now, I do recall you saying something about payback…" Sean said as his fingers diddled her pussy.
Elizabeth only whimpered with need. "Please…Sean…"
"Is there something you want to tell me?"
"I'm…I'm sorry…for teasing you. Please…let me…cum."
Sean looked at her archly. "No apologies."
"Please…"
Sean clamped his mouth over hers as he slid his manhood into her dripping depths. She shrieked into his mouth as she finally orgasmed. Not wanting to cause too much noise, Sean lifted her while impaled on his manhood, threw the blankets on the floor, and then gently lay Elizabeth on the pile. Sean was more experienced with Elizabeth's body now and had learned to ride her slowly as she came. Her shudders nearly caused him to lose his control right then but somehow he managed to keep a slow and steady pace inside her. She sucked away his breath as she gasped for breath, making him think of reverse CPR. Steadily, he began to pick up the pace and thrust into her with more force and greater speed. Her body thrashed beneath him as a second wave hit her but this time he didn't let up. He was now pounding into her relentlessly, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her back arched majestically in the throes of passion. Elizabeth's pussy was creating an astonishing amount of suction, rippling and squeezing with womanly might. So much so that it felt like she was trying to suck his balls through his dick. Her hot pussy got to be too much for him and Sean began to feel the familiar stirrings in his balls as they bubbled in warning. He bit down on Elizabeth's shoulder to quiet his own grunt as he sprayed the inside of her with his sticky fluids.
Sean clamped his hand over Elizabeth's mouth immediately as the beginnings of a scream escaped her lips when another orgasm shot through her. Sean himself convulsed uncontrollably as his own orgasm roared through him, his breath hissed between clenched teeth. He gave one last hard thrust and then slid aside, exhausted. Elizabeth lay beside him, curled up in the blankets and fast asleep. Sean smiled at her and wiped a lock of hair plastered to her sweaty forehead, whispering that he loved her. He scooped her up and gently deposited her on the bed. Sean picked the blankets off the floor and threw them on top of Elizabeth and himself as exhausted sleep claimed him.
**Chapter 18**
Sean woke up as Elizabeth stirred out of bed. He turned towards the nightstand and read the clock, *4 o'clock*. "Mmmuuuuurrrff," he mumbled.
Elizabeth turned around and grinned brightly. "Guess what day it is?"
Sean slowly brought his mind to speed. "Friday."
"That's right, the Friday after Thanksgiving," she said happily. Sean still didn't understand. "Every department store is having a sale, dear. We're going."
"What?" Sean made a noise that distinctly sounded like a whimper.
"Oh, come on, you big baby," Sean heard Elizabeth say playfully. "We need to get some Christmas shopping done. You're coming."
"What?"
"Come on, love, to the bathroom with you."
"What?"
Sean felt the covers dragged off his body and then groaned when he was summarily kicked out of bed. It was such a nice bed, too. He felt a robe draped over his shoulders and then Elizabeth's slender hands on his clothed back as he was guided out the door and into the hall bathroom. Stabbing daggers of light pierced his eyes as the bathroom lights were flicked on. Sean squinted in the blaze as his pupils slowly adjusted. His toothbrush was placed in his hand and somehow he managed to find his mouth with it. He looked at the mirror and squinted back at the fuzzy image staring at him when he heard Elizabeth call his name.
"What," he said as he turned towards her voice. Elizabeth threw open her robe and then licked her finger suggestively. Sean's eyes popped open at the sight and he was immediately awake, every part of him.
Elizabeth folded the bathrobe back around herself as she started up the shower. "Men are so predictable sometimes," she commented as she waited for the water to heat up.
Sean tried to splutter a retort but the toothpaste got in the way, making him look like he was drooling instead. He spat into the sink and rinsed his mouth out. "That's hardly fair," he was finally able to say.
"All's fair in love and war, dear," Elizabeth said as she stepped into the shower.
Sean jumped in after her. "Oh, really," he whispered as he grabbed the soap before Elizabeth could reach it. He began to wash her breasts thoroughly, much to her enjoyment. Sean always marveled at her breasts. She always asked him if he thought they were too small but he always told her no. It was true, her breasts were a perfect handful and they rode high and perky on her frame. Still, he knew she would fret on occasion about them since her ex-husband had an affair with a woman with larger breasts. So, Sean did whatever he could to alleviate her fears concerning her breasts. That involved quite a bit of fondling and suckling but Sean was all for that to begin with. He did so now as he relished in the firm globes in his hands and the hard tips that jutted out at him in arousal.
Sean kissed her playfully but Elizabeth was too enthralled by his hands to notice why he was smiling as his lips touched hers. He suddenly stopped his ministrations and simply stepped out of the shower. Elizabeth's eyes popped open at the vacuum in his wake and shouted. "Hey, where do you think you're going?"
Sean toweled his hair dry and quickly belted his robe on. He was awake enough now to notice that it was pink. "Why, didn't you mention that there was a Thanksgiving sale going on? We have to get going, love."
"But what about…" she spluttered, not wanting to yell out that they were about to have sex in the shower where anyone walking down the hall could hear. He had her cornered. "Ooh, I'll just finish myself off quick without your help," she said defiantly.
"I don't think so, darling," Sean said as his hand reached through the curtain and turned the shower handle all the way to the right. Elizabeth screamed as the water turned icy cold. Quickly, Sean ran out the door and closed it behind him. He got dressed quickly in Elizabeth's bedroom and was down in the kitchen before he heard Elizabeth storming about upstairs.
Alice came down the stairs soon afterwards and looked at Sean quizzically. "What's gotten into ‘Liz?"
"Oh, nothing," Sean said evasively. "Seems like the shower ran out of hot water on her suddenly."
"That's strange. Henry just got a new one last winter. It should hold plenty."
Sean merely shrugged his shoulders and started rummaging through the fridge.
"No need to do that, Sean. While you're a guest in my house you won't have to worry about where your next meal is coming from. I was about to make breakfast for everyone anyways."
"Yes, ma'am."
Just then Elizabeth stomped down the stairs and Sean swore he felt a chill run down his spine. "That was dirty trick to play," she growled at him.
"Someone once told me that all's fair in love and war," Sean said nonchalantly although he didn't feel it.
"I'll get you back for that."
"Can't wait," Sean tittered nervously.
"What's this all about?" Henry said as he strode into the kitchen. Sean noticed the man had fuzzy bunny slippers on.
"Sean was being rather cruel when he turned the hot water off on me while I was still in the shower."
Henry looked inquisitively at Sean who playfully shrugged. "Hey, she started it."
"Did not."
"Did too."
"Did…"
"Stop!" Henry barked. He took a deep breath and rubbed his temples. "It's too early in the morning for this." He chuckled. "You two are acting like a pair of five year olds."
"But she *did* start it," Sean said with a playful gleam in his eye.
Elizabeth stuck her tongue at him, also smiling at the ridiculousness of their behavior. She knew there was a reason she loved him. She liked acting childish on occasion and Sean gave her the excuse to.
"Play nice you two," Henry mediated. "And just what were you doing in the bathroom with my daughter while she was in the shower?" Both of them blushed furiously at that.
Somehow Sean was able to splutter out a response. "She dug me up this morning and dragged me in there. Honest, it was her idea."
Elizabeth gasped in mock outrage. "You liar," she exclaimed, laughing.
"I give up," Elizabeth's father finally said. "I would have thought you two would have worked out all your friskiness last night."
Sean and Elizabeth stopped their playful banter and looked at Henry in surprise.
"What? You didn't think I would notice how she was teasing you all last night?
Elizabeth and Sean turned a furious red.
"Henry, stop teasing the kids," Alice said as she set down plate after plate of food on the table. "I'm glad Elizabeth has learned to use what works on you so well."
It was Henry's turn to sputter incomprehensibly, much to Elizabeth and Sean's amusement. Just then Susan came down the oak stairs, Frank in tow. "Morning, everybody," Susan greeted cheerily. Frank grunted a salutation as well. Elizabeth's sister calmly strode to the coffeemaker and poured the aromatic brew into a pair of mugs hanging above the pot. She handed a steamy cup to her husband and he took a sip.
"Thank you," Frank croaked. "Much better."
Susan gave him a chaste peck on the cheek and sat across from Elizabeth. "He's no good in the morning until you get some caffeine in him."
"Can't say that I can blame him for his state," Sean said. "It *is* a bit early in the morning."
"Hardly," Elizabeth motioned. "We'll be lucky to find a parking space if we dawdle much longer." With that said she started shoveling hashed browns into her mouth and took a sip of milk. Susan followed suit with Alice not far behind. The men at the table blanched noticeably.
\* \* \*
"Oh, you big sissy," Elizabeth teased Sean. "I thought you might be different than most guys and would actually come with me into Victoria's Secret."
"I most definitely want to, believe me," Sean defended. "But if it's supposed to be for Christmas then I certainly don't want the surprise ruined." Sean leaned in a bit closer and whispered in her ear. "Besides, if I so much as saw you holding something remotely sexy then I'm sure you and I will have a little adventure in the dressing room."
Elizabeth took a moment to reply. "You make that sound as if that were a bad thing."
"Get going, you," Sean commanded playfully. "I have a bit of shopping of my own to do and I don't want you to know what it is."
"Oh, really…"
Sean chuckled and gave her a quick peck on the cheek before shoving his girlfriend into the store then finding his own way amid the tumultuous mass of shoppers. He quickly headed for the directory and found what he was looking for. Sean joined the chaotic bustle of Christmas shoppers and tried his best not to be ploughed beneath the horde of people. Out of breath and more than a little bedraggled, Sean finally found his way to the jewelry store.
"Hello, how may I help you?" The sales lady shot him a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. Her nametag said ‘Cherise'. Of course, who would think that a twenty year-old could afford anything in the classy shop? Nonetheless, she gave an effort to be polite and Sean duly noted her attempt.
"Hi, I was looking for something in the way of an engagement ring."
"Of course," Cherise said, and headed towards the far end of the display table where the more affordable rings were.
Sean only smiled and headed for the other end much to Cherise's bewilderment. He peered into the glass display cases and inspected the different rings on display. Cherise started in his direction when a hand from the back room reached out and stopped her. A thin man, perhaps in his early fifties, with coal black hair and wings of white at his temples whispered in her ear. She shrugged and headed into the back. "Hello, I'm Marius. Is there anything I can do for you?"
Sean continued to look at the display case for a moment before answering. "That depends," Sean finally replied.
"On?"
"On whether or not you're the jeweler of what's on display here."
"Yes, I am."
"You do custom work?"
"Definitely, sir."
Sean took another moment to inspect the contents of the display case. "This is excellent work here."
Marius thanked him for the compliment and waited for Sean's next words. Good, he was a patient man, an excellent quality for any sort of artist. "As I mentioned earlier, I'm in the market for an engagement ring. But I'd like something different from the generic ring. You can help me?" It was more an order than a question.
"Most definitely. If you would follow me to my office?"
Sean stepped around the counter and followed Marius into the back. For the next hour the two discussed cuts and price. Money really wasn't a concern of his, but again he bargained much like he did when he bought his car. Still, it was not cheap. They went over details and Marius agreed to have the order completed within two weeks time. The ring would be shipped to Sean's bank where he would pick it up from a safety deposit box. With that taken care of, Sean went off in search of presents for Vanessa and Eric. He had a hunch on what to get Eric but Vanessa was a little trickier. Sean didn't know her too well but he enjoyed immensely the time he had spent with her. It was when he was browsing at a store featuring crystal statuettes when Sean felt a pair of hands snake around him and the scent of Elizabeth's distinctive lavender soap warm his nose.
"Hey there handsome, care to join me for lunch?"
"I don't know," Sean replied. "I have this gorgeous girlfriend who I think might get more than a little jealous."
Elizabeth giggled in his ear and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "So, did you find what you were looking for?"
"Yes and no," he answered cryptically then changed the subject. "Right now I'm trying to figure out what to get Vanessa. Maybe you can help me."
"I can…if you can give me a clue as to what my present is."
"Uh-uh. That's not going to happen. It's supposed to be a surprise and I plan on keeping it that way."
Elizabeth started patting Sean down to see if he was hiding any packages on him. "You sure…?"
"As much as I'm enjoying this you're not going to find it on me." Sean laughed. "I take it you and your sister opened your presents early when your parents weren't around."
"Most definitely," Susan said as she walked up to the two, Frank and Brian in tow. "Frustrated our parents to no end. Never did figure out where they hid the presents since my eighteenth birthday, though. Come on, let's eat."
The rest of the day was spent shopping for various other relatives while Elizabeth finally agreed to help Sean find a present for Vanessa. By the time they got home Sean was exhausted. The women were chatting animatedly about what else they might have forgotten to get for later shopping trips. Sean could only crook a corner of his mouth tiredly in the semblance of a grin. How did he get himself into this?
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Steve's Best Christmas Gift Ever | 62,773 | 4.56 | 339,833 | [
"christmas",
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] | Steve's worst Christmas gift ever was a Hallmark card from his girlfriend. Or, more accurately, from his ex-girlfriend because inside the card, just under the cheesy holiday sentiment, she had written "I am moving to L.A. with Dennis Finklestein. Goodbye."
He had the card with him, stuffed in his the pocket of his overcoat, when he was coming home from work that Christmas Eve. Steve had volunteered to work the last shift at the store -- as much to avoid his now empty apartment as to make brownie points with his boss. So it was fully dark as he shuffled down the sidewalk with his hands stuffed in his pockets and his shoulders hunched against the cold wind.
Out of the corner of his eye Steve saw movement down a dark alleyway. He turned and saw two rough looking kids standing over someone on the ground. As he watched, one of them kicked out with a big, black boot. He heard a muffled "Ooof!" and started to make a quick getaway.
He hadn't taken two steps, however, before he turned back, shaking his head at his own foolishness. Back in the alley, the shape on the ground was trying to stand up. One of the kids shoved him back down. As his eyes adjusted to the gloom, Steve saw that the figure on the ground was wearing a big, red suit. With white fuzzy trim. And a long, white beard.
"Jesus Christ!" Steve exclaimed. "You guys are mugging Santa Clause on Christmas Eve?!"
The kids looked back at Steve dismissively. "Fuck off," one of them growled at him.
Steve looked around in desperation. He really should have planned this out better, the told himself. Finally, he spotted a two-by-four propped against a dumpster. He quickly grabbed it and cocked it over his shoulder like Mickey Mantle stepping to the plate. To Steve's great fortune, the old board had several crooked nails sticking out of it. "No," he said. "Y-Y-you fuck off."
"Come on, man," the first kid said to the second, "this ain't worth it." He picked up a big, red kettle and backed away. The second joined him and they ran off down the dark alley, their kettle of pocket change jingling all the way.
"Some people," the old man in the red suit stood up and started to brush himself off, "have no Christmas spirit."
"Are you all right?"
"Yes, yes. I'll be fine," he answered. "Thanks to you. I owe you one."
"Don't mention it," Steve tossed his makeshift bat in the dumpster. Had he really just done that?
"So," the old guy winked at Steve. "What would you like for Christmas?"
"Hrm. Maybe a new girlfriend," Steve turned and hurried back the way he had come. He was starting to feel like he might throw-up. "Merry Christmas!"
He heard the old man yell something after him that sounded a lot like, "to all a good night" but he didn't turn back. Steve was home in a few minutes. He triple locked the door of his apartment and decided to move to a nicer neighborhood as soon as possible. He warmed up a Healthy Choice microwave meal, ate his dinner in front of the television, and then went to bed with one of his favorite novels. He fell asleep with the book on his chest.
It was still there the next morning when the sun streaming through his bedroom window roused him out of sleep. "Yippee," he mumbled to himself. "It's Christmas."
Steve got out of bed and stumbled to the kitchen in his boxer shorts. A quick rustling noise in the living room brought him back. The cat was climbing the Christmas tree again, he figured. But it wasn't the cat. When Steve poked his head out of the kitchen, he saw a woman under his tree.
He rubbed his eyes. Yes, she was definitely there. Right in front of the four foot Douglas fir that Steve had bought at the hardware store down the street for twenty five dollars. A full-grown, living and breathing woman lying on the floor in his living room. She was on her side, propped up on an elbow with the other arm draped casually over a raised knee. "I though you were never going to get up," she smiled.
"Uhhh," Steve stared open mouthed. "Who are you?"
"Who do you want me to be?" she folded her long legs under herself and stood with a single, graceful movement. She was wearing a pair of sheer, red stockings and sleek red shoes with impossibly tall heels. Her tiny, red satin panties were cut particularly short, clearly exposing a region of flesh Steve would have expected to be covered in hair. A two inch ribbon crossed each of her full, round breasts, ending in a huge bow at the center of her chest.
"No, seriously. Who are you? And how did you get in here?"
"Silly Steve," she smiled and tossed her long, blond hair over a shoulder. She moved across the room, her hips swaying seductively as she walked. "I'm your Christmas present."
"From who?"
"Who do you think?" she giggled and pointed to the ceiling. "Ho, ho, ho."
"But I don't believe in ... in Santa Clause."
"That's okay, Steve," she was close enough that Steve could smell her perfume -- it reminded Steve of vanilla. She was the one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen! Certainly the most beautiful who had ever been in his apartment. When she let her hand rest gently on his chest his heart seemed to stop. "He believes in you."
"So you're a ...?" Steve knew that there were many reasons he should not trust a beautiful women mysteriously appearing in his apartment. But he was having trouble thinking of them.
"A Christmas miracle," she nodded. She paused, biting her lip coyly. Then she leaned in so their faces nearly touched. Steve could feel her hot breath on his cheek. "Aren't you going to unwrap your present?"
"Okay," he said, reaching for the loose end of ribbon that she pointed to with one long, slender finger. He tugged at it and the bow unraveled. The ribbon fell away, revealing her perky breasts. "Magnificent," Steve gasped.
"Thanks," she leaned into him, lightly pressing her firm tits against his chest. She slowly glided down, drawing the smooth skin of her breasts along the front of Steve's body. He was so enthralled that he didn't notice her pulling off his boxer shorts until they were down around his ankles and his erection was thrust into her face.
"What are you doing?" he whimpered, even though it was obvious. She must have understood this, because she didn't explain what she was doing -- she just did it. With one hand firmly wrapped around the shaft, she put her mouth around the head of his penis. He drew in a sharp breath as he felt her tongue undulating against his throbbing member.
She pushed more of him into the warmth of her mouth and then pulled him out again, sealing her red lips tightly around his cock. With her eyes closed as if in deep concentration she began to bob her head back and forth, taking in more length with each thrust.
Then she pulled away. A stringer of spittle connected Steve's cock to her lips. She opened her eyes and looked up at him with a devilish smile. She returned to sucking on his cock, gazing up at him intently this time. Steve stared into her deep, blue eyes and soon began to feel his orgasm looming. At the last moment, she stopped.
"Take me to the bedroom," she stood. Steve was surprised to see that she had removed her tiny, red panties at some point. Her pubic region was entirely free of hair. He could clearly see the puffy lips of her pussy nearly filling the gap at the top of her thighs.
"Right back here," he pointed behind him while hopping on one foot trying to pull off his shorts. He managed not to fall and quickly followed her down the short hallway. Her heels clicked sharply on the battered wood floor, punctuating each oscillation of her bare ass.
Once in the bedroom, she scanned the room quickly and then turned to Steve. She wrapped her lean, toned arms around his neck and kissed him right on the lips. Her mouth opened slightly, allowing his tongue to explore. Steve was unable to resist allowing both hands to fall onto the fantastic backside he had followed down the hall. His hands caressed her smooth skin from the small of her back, over the swell of her buttocks, and down to the lacy tops of her stockings. He stroked and squeezed her taut flesh -- it felt amazing. She was firm and toned but somehow soft at the same time.
"You like my ass, huh?" she asked when Steve paused to catch his breath.
"Oh, yes," he answered eagerly. "It's absolutely perfect!"
"Well, then," she turned her back to him, "how about a little doggy style?"
"I don't ... I mean ... I've never ... uhhh ... done that."
"Really?" she raised an eyebrow in surprise and climbed onto the bed. Her knees were planted wide apart with those stiletto heels hanging over the edge. "You're really in for a treat then."
She bent over at the waist and presented her ass to Steve. One arm reached back and stroked her pussy lips. "Just put your dick right here."
Steve walked up behind her. He was starting to wonder if this was really happening. Could it be a dream? It all seemed too good to be true. He took his stiff manhood in his hand and slipped it into her. He was still glistening with her saliva and she was nearly dripping wet. It slid in easily. With a slight push of his hips he was buried in her all the way.
It felt incredible! No woman he had ever been with could compare with her. Her body welcomed him eagerly but held him tightly. He slowly pulled out. Again he gently stroked his cock in and out of her pussy while delicately caressing her soft skin.
"Hey," she looked back over her shoulder. "Don't hold back. Give it to me."
"What?"
"Don't worry -- you aren't going to break me," she smiled. "Just let loose, okay? Grab a hold of me and enjoy yourself."
Steve shrugged and decided to try his best. He grabbed her just behind her narrow waist and pulled her back onto his cock. Their bodies collided with a slap.
"Ooooo!" she squealed. Encouraged by her squeals of pleasure, Steve pulled himself back and thrust into her again. And again. And again. She arched her back and pushed back faster and faster. He tried to match her rhythm and soon he was pumping his cock into her pussy like a piston. "Oh, yeah! Fuck me, Steve!" she moaned.
"Okay!"
"Yeah, baby! Stand up -- Mmmmm! -- a little taller and -- Arggggh! -- push your cock down -- Fuck! -- down into me more," she instructed. Steve immediately did as he was told. She screamed. Steve didn't understand a single word but took it to be a good sign.
He had never felt so wild and free. He had a vague concern that the neighbors would hear her increasingly vocal enjoyment but that passed quickly. Let them hear, he decided. He was fucking the most gorgeous woman he'd ever seen and didn't care who knew it. "I'm going to cum!" he yelled.
"Do it," she panted. He quickened the pace of his thrusting. He exploded. He held her tightly to his body as his cock spasmed deep inside her pussy. Then his whole body released. He thought he might pass out on the floor. "Just. Stay. Right. There." she told him. She reached an arm back to finger herself.
She swayed back and forth slightly. Steve felt a shiver go up his spine as she pumped his extra sensitive cock. In a matter of seconds she gave a tiny squeal and her tightly coiled muscles went limp. He could feel the tight walls of her pussy spasm against his softening member. She collapsed on the bed and he flopped down next to her. She crept up to him and he put an arm around her and drew her up to his side. They were both breathing heavily.
"Wow," Steve breathed. As his lust began to ebb along with his erection, his mind started working again. Who was this girl? Was she some kind of con artist, murderous psychopath, or door-to-door salesperson? Or was it possible that she really was one of Santa's Little Helpers? No explanation entirely made sense.
"Yep," she threw a long, shapely leg over him and rested her head on his chest. Steve looked into her deep, blue eyes again. She was so beautiful! Just enjoy it while it lasts, he told himself. But that was the real question -- how long could this last?
"How long can you stay?" he finally asked.
"How long do you want me to stay?" she asked playfully.
Forever, he wanted to say. That, however, would sound a little desperate. He settled on telling her, "I'm not planning on asking you to leave anytime soon."
"You're sweet," she sighed. "But this is my busiest time of year. I can't stay long."
"Where will you go when you leave?"
"That's ... confidential," she smiled. "What do you have planned for today?"
"Nothing really," he shrugged. He wanted to make it clear that he was available, but didn't want to seem like a total looser. "I have the whole day off, so I was just going to hang out here. Maybe watch some movies. I love old Christmas movies -- this is the only time of year I get to watch them."
"Me too! They're so sweet and silly. That sounds really great. So where do you work?"
"The shoe department at Macy's," he answered.
"Oh, shoes!" she exclaimed. "Fantastic. Is that what you want to do, like, forever?"
"Actually," he replied, "I think I can get to be a shift manager in a few years. But what I'd really like is to have my own store."
"A shoe store?"
"Maybe," he answered. "I'm not really an expert on fashion. I just like tracking the inventory and setting up the little displays. I also love helping people find what they need."
"That's really nice," she said in a sincere voice. "You know, I bet you'll have that store someday. I'll come shop there. And let me tell you, I LOVE buying shoes. I'll keep you in business all by myself."
"Thanks," he chuckled. "I bet you would. That pair you have on must have cost a small fortune."
"These?" she stretched one long leg straight out and drew it up almost to Steve's face. She was remarkably flexible. Steve got the impression that what he had seen so far was only a small part of what she was capable of. "These were a gift actually. I love them, though."
"They are pretty nice," he admitted. "Hey, would you like some breakfast? I've got cinnamon rolls."
"Well," she furtively peeked at the clock on the nightstand, "okay. Let me use your bathroom and I'll be right there."
He showed her to the bathroom and then scrambled to the apartment's tiny kitchen. He was relieved to find two clean plates in the cupboard. He put a gooey, sticky roll on each plate and stuck them in the microwave to warm up. Then he rushed to his tiny table. He swept a pile of old newspapers into the trash and brushed some old crumbs off the table. There was a bottle of orange juice and a jug of milk in the refrigerator, so he grabbed both, checked the expiration dates, and put them on the table. He found a clean cup in the cupboard and a mostly clean one in the sink -- he would use that one himself. Finally the table was set.
"Mmmm. Smells good," she padded into the room. Steve had pulled on his boxer shorts and found a baggy T-shirt. She, however, was wearing nothing at all. She had even pulled off the red stockings and stiletto heels. Well, Steve thought, if he looked that good naked he wouldn't want to wear clothes either.
"These are great," he pulled out a cheap, vinyl chair for her. "The bakery across the street has the best rolls." He sat across the table from her and watched as she delicately tore off pieces of sticky roll. When she stopped to lick a dollop of gooey frosting from her finger he finally realized he was staring and quickly turned to his own breakfast.
"Having a good Christmas so far?" she teased.
"Oh yes. That doggy style was the best. I can't wait to -- you know -- try that out again."
"Mmm, yeah. That was good for me too," she said. "I haven't gotten off like that in a long time."
"Awww," Steve guessed that she was just saying that to stroke his ego but he couldn't suppress a big, embarrassed grin.
"You know," she told him in a stage whisper, "you're especially cute when you do that."
"Thanks." Steve's grin got even wider and he felt blood rushing to his face. He was probably blushing. Realizing that made him even more embarrassed.
"I'm glad we got to do that. You need to take a girl from behind at least once," she pored a glass of juice. "There are some things a person needs to experience in life, I think. Like a threesome or seeing the Grand Canyon. Or anal sex. Have you ever fucked a girl up the butt?"
Steve had a mouthful of cinnamon roll and just shook his head.
"Oh, you should try it," she told him casually, as though she were recommending a new restaurant or a popular movie. "I think you'd like it."
"Maybe on my next trip to the Grand Canyon," he swallowed his roll. She giggled and Steve felt very pleased with himself. They finished eating and Steve shooed her out of the kitchen. He stayed behind to clean up the dishes -- or at least drop them in the sink -- and then followed close behind.
"Wow," he said from the doorway of he bedroom. She was sitting cross-legged on the bed. Steve's big tabby cat was curled up on her lap. She was petting it behind the ears and it was purring like a BMW. "He likes you! He doesn't usually like anybody."
"I have a way with men," she winked.
"I knew that," he replied. "I just didn't know it worked on cats, too."
She smiled brightly. Then she scrunched up her mouth and made a thoughtful face. She picked up the cat and held him nose-to-nose. "Time for you to go, kitty," she told the cat in a cutesy voice. "Your daddy is going to fuck me up the ass now. Yes he is. Yes he is."
"I am?"
"Yep," she got up from the bed and gave Steve a peck on the cheek. "Get undressed and lie down on the bed. I'll be right back."
Steve wasn't entirely certain that this was something he wanted to do. He had never even thought about it before. But arguing with the stunning blond was not an option Steve was seriously considering. He pulled off his t-shirt and shorts and lie down on the bed. His cock was hardening in anticipation.
She came back in the room carrying a small tub of margarine from the kitchen. She sat on the bed next to him and lightly stroked his thighs, his stomach, and finally his cock which was now fully erect.
"Now," she began in a professorial tone, "when you do this in the future you'll want to get a nice, water-based lube. That's what I would normally use, but this is a spur-of-the-moment thing so..." She dipped a finger into the tub and came out with a small glob of the yellowish spread. With her finger tips, she smeared the thick, slippery substance all over his hard rod.
"Ohhhh," he moaned. Steve didn't know about anal sex, but having a sexy woman butter his cock felt very nice.
"Mmmm fattening," she licked the margarine from her finger tips and climbed onto her knees. She straddled Steve as he lie on his back. With one free hand she lightly grasped his cock and lowered herself toward it. "We're going to start slow here, okay? Nice and easy."
Steve nodded. The head of his penis had just slid between her cheeks. He felt resistance. She pushed down a bit harder and he felt her sphincter suddenly open and admit the tip of his cock. She took a deep breath and allowed a bit more of him into her ass. It was so tight! His cock was squeezed as it had never been before.
"That is so hot," Steve said. He lay back and stared in amazement as his manhood slowly disappeared into her tight asshole. Soon his entire length was inside of her and she was sitting on his thighs. She tossed her golden blond hair and looked at Steve with a wicked gleam in her eyes.
"We're just getting started," she told him. She leaned back, putting her hands at his knees to support herself. With a straining of taut abs and toned thighs she pushed herself up again. The shaft of Steve's cock slowly emerged. When just the tip remained inside of her, she lowered herself again. Steve didn't know where to look: at her toned muscles flexing to pump her body up and down his shaft, at her sphincter tightly gripping him, at her heaving breasts, or at the look of concentration and pleasure on her pretty face.
It was all too much. He was about to cum when she pushed herself off of his cock and rolled off of him. She lay on her back and drew her knees up to her chest.
"I got it warmed up," she grinned at him. "Now it's your turn to take over."
Steve jumped up and scooted to her on his knees. As he approached, she rolled her hips back, presenting her butthole to him. His buttery cock slid into her stretched sphincter easily. He put his hands on the backs of her thighs and leaned into her.
"Mmmm. You know how I like it," she smiled. He did indeed. Steve drew his cock out of her and then shoved it back. By squeezing his abs and his thighs he was able to bounce his hips up and down, popping his cock in and out of her. He knew he didn't have the strength to keep that up for long, but he was going to shoot his load into her soon anyway.
"God, I love it," he moaned.
"I love it too, baby," she called out. Her right hand was busily fingering her clit. "Oh, that's so good. Ohhh!"
Steve could not believe it. Not only was this stunning creature allowing him to do this to her, she was enjoying it, too. With a grunt he felt himself go over the edge. His cock jerked and pumped his cum into her.
He pulled his softening cock out, but it was obvious she wasn't finished. Her breathing was harsh and ragged and her hand was blur in her crotch. "You ever eat pussy, baby?" she panted at him.
"No. Not really," he admitted.
"Time to learn," she insisted. She stopped masturbating herself and pointed to her the hard knob of her clitorus. "Put your tongue right here. Quick, quick."
How could he say no to her? He obeyed immediately. Her smell was thick and musky. Not a pleasant smell necessarily but wonderful to Steve because it was the smell of HER. He pressed his tongue into her. She rocked her hips to grind herself against his face.
"Oh, that's it! That's what I need!" she exclaimed. "Now just put a couple fingers into me. Please!"
He pulled away to look down. He saw the thick fluid that he had deposited into her ass slowly leaking down her crack. He took his index and middle fingers and gently split her pussy lips. He rubbed them around until they were coated in her juices. They slid inside of her easily.
"Mmmm. Swirl them around. Yes, just like that," she urged him. "Just a little deeper. Yes! Perfect!"
He also returned his tongue to her pleasure button, but she had begin to writhe around so much he could hardly keep contact with her. Soon she stopped her bucking and held perfectly still. Steve felt her hand at the back of his head pressing him into her. She seemed to be holding his breath -- Steve was as well because she was squeezing his head with her thighs and he couldn't get any air. But he continued pulsating his tongue against her as well as he could manage.
"Ahhhh. Yes! Yes1" she shrieked. Then she released her breath and Steve felt her body relax. He sat up and got a deep breath. She was looking up at him with a little smile. "That was great. Thank you."
"No, thank YOU," he told her. "This has been the best day I've ever had."
"Sweet Steve," she put a hand on the side of his face. "You're a really nice guy. I feel bad lying to you."
"Uh-oh. Did you fake it?"
"No," she laughed. "No, no, no. I definitely did not. But I haven't been entirely honest with you. See, I'm not really a Christmas miracle. I just wanted you to have a really, really, great Christmas."
"I absolutely did! And I guess I knew it wasn't true," Steve admitted sheepishly. "But I wanted to believe you. It was something I needed to believe, I guess. I sound pretty foolish, I suppose."
"No, no you don't! I think it's lovely. I wish more people would believe like that. People are too cynical these days. Especially the people I meet in my business."
"What is your business then?"
"Well," she said reluctantly. "I'm actually an escort. What we just did -- that's sort-of my job. You see, that guy you met in the alleyway last night was one of my clients. He wanted to do something nice for you, so he called me -- an expert in doing Nice Things."
"So he ... paid you?" Steve had been trying to prepare himself for disappointment all morning, but still felt let down. "How much?"
"He's a really good client and when he told me what you did, ... well, I thought that was really brave."
"So...?"
"So I gave him a discount," she smiled shyly. "An hour with me is usually five hundred dollars but I only asked for two fifty."
"That was nice of you," Steve nodded. Just be grateful that you got any time with her at all, he told himself. You'll get over it. "Wait, you've been her a lot longer than an hour..."
"Well, I was kinda having fun. I like to have fun sometimes, too. In fact," she said brightly, "I'll leave you my number. I'd like to see you again. I have quite a few clients, but I could always use another. Especially a cutie like you."
"I couldn't afford two fifty, much less five hundred. Maybe if I get that promotion at work..." he trailed off. He was starting to understand that he was never going to see her again.
"Totally," she pecked him on the cheek and got out of bed. "I have to run now. I've already missed one appointment this morning. Oops!"
"Wait," Steve called out to her as she scurried out of the room. "I don't even know your name."
"I'm Dawn." She disappeared out the door. In a few minutes, she peeked into the room again. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. She had a duffel bag slung over her shoulder. She must have hidden that in the apartment somewhere, Steve guessed. "I'm going now. Call me, okay?"
"Bye," he called after her with as much cheer as he could muster. Oh well, he thought. Easy come, easy go.
Steve spend the rest of Christmas day watching old movies, just as he had planned all along. The next day he went back to work. It was just another day. The day after that was just another day, too. He thought about Dawn and his Christmas miracle now and then. A few times he tried to figure out how many of his possessions he would have to pawn to afford her fee. He quickly gave that idea up -- his stuff wasn't worth much and, frankly, that wasn't what he wanted anyway.
Soon a week had passed. Steve was at the store again. It was the first workday of the new year. He was checking inventory when his cell phone buzzed.
"Hey, Steve. It's me, Dawn. From Christmas. Remember?"
"Well, yeah," he mumbled into the phone, looking around to see if anyone was listening. "Of course, I remember you. How could I forget?"
"Great! I never heard from you, so I was just calling to -- you know -- ask if you'd like to get together sometime."
"Aww, Geeze, Dawn," he checked again to make sure absolutely no one was listening. "I'd really like that, but I just really don't have that kinda money. I'm sorry."
"No, I don't mean that. I'm not trying to drum up business, here," she laughed nervously. "I was just thinking about a regular, like, date. You know, a regular guy and a regular girl just going out. Maybe we could see a movie?"
"Wow. That -- that would be great. I'd love to. I get off work at six."
"Super. How about I come by your place at seven? I still -- uhhh -- have your address in my GPS," she signed dramatically and her voice became serious. "But you know, on a regular date there's no guarantee that you'll get lucky. Just so you know that."
"No problem," he insisted. "I'd still love to see you. Seven o'clock would be fine."
"Awww, thanks for saying that, Steve," she giggled. "But I was just joking. Of course you're going to get lucky. See you at seven." And she hung up. Steve went back to work, smiling a broad smile and humming a silly Christmas carol quietly to himself. |
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Tuesday evening I got home earlier than expected. I called Sonia. I told her I'd enjoyed our weekend immensely and she assured me again that she had as well. We made plans to get together the coming Saturday.
Our date the next weekend was back to normal sex, lots of it, but like before. It was clear we both enjoyed the BDSM scenes, but that it wasn't an every time thing.
The next three weeks were about the same, seeing each other a little more frequently and talking more often perhaps, but still no clinginess on either side. No, 'why haven't you called for days?' A very viable relationship for both of us.
The week after that was a little slow for me, so on Wednesday morning when my cell rang, I figured/hoped it was Sonia with an idea for some plans. She was about the only one who called me that early.
I answered and was shocked.
What I heard was déjà vu.
"Hi sexy, it's Laura" came through the phone.
"LAUR AH!" I intoned.
She laughed, "Before you get your shorts in a knot, I just need to talk to you about something. How about meeting me tonight at our regular time and place for a drink?"
"LAURA, we don't HAVE a regular time and place!" I said loudly.
The fact that I knew where and when she was referring to, notwithstanding.
"Come on, you know what I mean. I want to talk to you about something" she persuaded.
The little slut knew she could talk me into damn near anything!
"Would you care to bet whether or not I can guess what that something might be?" I barked.
As I carried on, I had to wonder if I was acting this way out of irritation or excitement. It wouldn't be hard to figure out which!
She laughed, "No I wouldn't want to bet. See you at 7:00?"
I took a deep breath, knowing full well I'd be meeting her.
"Does John know about this?" I asked seriously.
"Absolutely. In fact he knows all about it. He said that I'm so crazy this time that I have to ask you myself, he won't!" she giggled.
Now I was hooked for sure, the mystery was too much.
"Shit!" I muttered.
"See you at 7:00" she said, hanging up without waiting for a reply.
"Shit!" I repeated.
Of course I was useless the entire day, wondering what the Hell the crazy little bitch had up her sleeve now.
I was there first. This time I was having scotch when she walked in.
I should have been use to it by now, but she still stunned me. I'm sure for just a moment my mouth was hanging open. I exaggerate not, every guy in the place was openly staring.
She was wearing a very strappy top that showed plenty of cleavage and left her midriff bare. The skirt, if you want to call it that, was a small micro, if you get the idea. She had on a pair of 'fuck me' heels to top it off (or is that bottom it off?).
She looked sluttishly fantastic and fantastically sluttish all at once.
She walked across the room, the heels causing her ass to sway provocatively.
I stood, she stretched up to hug and kiss me. Not steamy, but way more than a sisterly act! I knew the guys in the bar were getting a good look at her ass cheeks, be they covered or not I didn't know.
She sat.
I couldn't help it, "You trying to see if I can fight off every guy in the bar at once, or what?"
She laughed hard.
"Christ Laura, I'm tempted to throw you on the table and fuck you myself!" I growled.
"Promises, promises!" she got out through her laughter.
I took a belt of scotch, by which time the bartender showed up. No surprise there.
"I'll have what he's having" she said.
Before he could turn to leave I added, "And I'll have another."
Laura raised an eyebrow at me in question.
In response I said, "I thought I'd need one, now I'm sure I'll need two!"
I drained the glass, "Look, neither of us tends to beat around the bush. What are you up to now?"
She laughed again, "No I guess we don't. I want us to go back to the cabin."
"No shit! Now tell me something I don't know. Why, isn't John fulfilling your need?" I said without hesitation.
"Well, yes, and no" she said cryptically.
I'm sure I looked puzzled, "What the Hell does that mean?"
The bartender had returned with our drinks.
It was her turn to take a large swallow.
"You're a good teacher. He is giving me everything I wanted. When we're playing, he pushes my pain limits just right. He has obviously learned to enjoy anal, a little too much sometimes" she said with a grin "and my deep throating is nearly perfect he says!"
I just shook my head at her, "Don't hold back, how's it really going!"
She laughed again.
"There are actually two reasons for wanting to go. Guilt and greed!" she said.
Now I was really confused. One more swallow of scotch and a deep breath allowed me to go on, "First are you talking about the two of us, or the three of us?"
She looked a little sheepish, which dumbfounded me all the more.
"The four of us" she said softly.
"You fucking little cunt!" I said much too loudly.
Laura turned bright red, "SCOTT!"
"Sorry! But God damn you Laura. I just knew you were up to something when you set Sonia and I up, but this is too fucking much!" I said under my breath through clenched teeth.
If you've followed my story about Laura and I from the beginning, you know that I'm am a very intelligent guy. It took me only seconds to connect the dots!
I continued in a quiet voice, "There is only one reason I don't strangle you right this minute. That's because I'm so very glad to have met Sonia, but this is really over the line, even for you!"
After a moments pause, I went on angrily, but still controlling my voice, "Does Sonia know about this?"
"NO!" she said emphatically, "In fact she's probably going to want to kill me too, once she finds out!"
I was pretty sure Sonia hadn't known, but was surprised at how much that seemed to matter to me.
More calmly I replied, "As she should!"
"Scott, let me clarify. I said this is about guilt and greed. The guilt part is about me having had sex outside my marriage while John has been 100% faithful. I think things would be totally okay between us if he did too. Sonia has always had a thing for John so this seemed like it might work" she explained.
I couldn't help it, I started to laugh, "So each of your best friends have always wanted to fuck your spouse!"
That broke the tension, and she laughed too, "Yeah, but you both have too much principle to do it without the some encouragement."
What unfolded is long and convoluted, so let me try to give you the short version. Laura had formulated this plan that Sonia and I would hit it off. She knew of Sonia's S/m side and planted the seed about me with her. John and Sonia had always been attracted to each other, but neither was willing to act on it. Laura figured that if this unfolded as she hoped the four of us could make a trip to the cabin together. Amazingly, the little bitch's plan was working so far and might just come to pass.
She wrapped up her story with this, "The greed part is your big cock! I want more!"
This last was said with obvious lust in her eyes.
After she explained the whole idea, I said I'd only do it after I talked to both John and Sonia, but I think she already knew I'd say yes if they both were game. As you probably have already figured out, we ended up heading to the cabin 10 days later on a Saturday morning.
The final part of my conversation with Laura in the bar that night went like this, "John has agreed, but with the rule that I can't have your cock in my pussy. Anything else goes though!"
Before I could respond she went on, "I know I can get him to change his mind!"
"Well, if that's his rule you know I'll follow it, but if you don't get him to change his mind, I'm going to fuck your ass as long and hard as I've fucked that tight little cunt of yours in the past. So you better be successful!" I replied in a hushed voice.
She blanched a little, knowing I meant it.
That's the background of how Sonia and I were in my truck heading for my cabin again. John and Laura were about 30 minutes behind us.
"Scott, I don't imagine I have to say this, but it's important to me. I didn't know anything about Laura's crazy ideas until I talked to her the day after she told you her plan, honest!" Sonia said as we were about half way to the cabin.
"Sonia, thanks for assuring me, but honestly, I never imagined you did" I replied sincerely.
We'd both agreed that we didn't really know what to expect but felt both open minded enough and comfortable with each other and our relationship to just go with it. I had told Sonia that I expected things would be a fair bit rougher than what she and I had shared so far. She assured me she was okay with that and that she trusted me to be sure everything stayed under control. It felt like a large responsibility, but knowing that she trusted me that much somehow felt very good. I committed, more to myself than her, that I wouldn't fail her expectation in that regard.
Sonia and I had just unloaded and put stuff away when John and Laura arrived.
Greetings all around, coupled with a little awkwardness I thought.
I figured we needed to break the ice!
"So shall we get started?" I chuckled.
The other three laughed.
"You don't waste time do you!" it was Laura who spoke.
"No time to waste!" I replied.
"So, what's first?" John said eagerly, looking to me to take the lead.
"Well, since the point of this is to teach Laura a lesson about wanting strange stuff, why don't you start out by showing her what it's like to watch your spouse have a real good fuck with someone else!" I suggested.
The smiles on John and Sonia's faces made it clear they thought that was an excellent idea. Laura didn't look unhappy about it either, though I think she expected something a little different than what I had in mind.
John hesitated, "Uh, Scott, did Laura tell you my condition?"
"Yup! Look, no problem. You want to teach the little slut a lesson and she deserves one. Besides, Sonia has enough pussy for both of us!" I joked.
I got a bit of a look from Sonia, but it was clear she liked the idea.
That seemed to satisfy everyone, except perhaps Laura who was obviously still planning on John relenting. How she expected to accomplish that I didn't know, but I anticipated giving her some incentive.
"John, you get the inflatable mattress out of the locker there and I'll get Laura ready to enjoy the show.
We squared away the girls' safe words and the action was on.
John got the mattress and pumped it up, setting it right in the middle of the main room, while I got Laura ready. Sonia already had her hands all over John as he worked.
"Strip bitch!" I barked at Laura.
She quickly complied.
I then put the wrist cuffs on her and strung her up over the beams.
John and Sonia were undressing each other as I went to get the crop and some nipple clamps with weights. By the time I put the weights on Laura's nipples, John and Sonia were on the mattress naked and working each other into a state already.
I rubbed the shaft of the crop through Laura's slit, causing moans to escape her lips. I could hear her wetness. Evidently the sight in front of her was quite a turn on. It certainly was for me.
I used my fingers on Laura to heat her up all the more. It didn't take long to have her fully aroused. By the time I did, John was mounting Sonia.
From personal experience I knew this wouldn't take long! I had to hurry.
As the two started to fuck in earnest I rubbed the crop between Laura's lips again and whispered in her ear, "You not only don't get any cock, you don't even get to cum this weekend unless you convince John to change his mind!"
"NO! Please!" she whimpered, knowing I was deadly serious.
Though I'd come to think of Sonia as at least as good a fuck as Laura, maybe even better, I was still definitely hoping to fuck that lovely cunt of hers some more.
As the action continued to heat up on the floor in front of us I started working over Laura's fantastic ass with the crop. I really laid into her, knowing that John wouldn't last much longer.
The moans and groans from Laura were turning me on as much as the sights and sounds from the floor. I was getting extremely horny and decided how I'd solve that soon.
Just as John came I really landed some good ones on her very red ass. I kept at it as John kept at Sonia until she climaxed as well.
I stopped cropping Laura but left her tied as I retrieved my 'horse' from the closet.
"Oh fuck, no, please no!" Laura said under her breath, having concluded what was coming.
Sonia and John were lounging on the mattress and just noticed what I was up to. They watched with interest to see what I was going to do.
Once the horse was set up, I released the ropes holding her wrists and positioned her over the device.
"No, GOD NO! At least you have to stretch me out first, PLEASE!" she begged.
"Oh, this should be good." John snorted, "Serves the bitch right for being so desperate for a big cock!"
I knew this would be tough on her, but I also was aware that John was reaming her ass regularly, so she wouldn't be nearly as tight as before. She could handle it, but it would not be pleasant.
I had her all set and started to work some lube in her ass with my fingers. I didn't spend much time at it, but made sure there was plenty of lube in her and all over me. I placed my cock head against her little brown puckered hole and started to push.
Unlike previous times, I didn't go slow or let her get used to it, I just pushed hard and quickly buried myself balls deep in her ass.
The scream that came out was precious. I wondered if she'd use her safe word already.
I really started to pound her ass fast and hard.
"FUCK, OH FUCK, GOD THAT HURTS! STOP! PLEASE STOP!" she hollered.
The whole thing had me so turned on that I didn't last long at all. I'm sure she was just about to use her safe word when I thrust harder and deeper than any yet and exploded in a gusher of cum.
Once my climax was complete, I left my cock in her ass as it softened and slapped her cheeks hard a few times with my bare hand.
She was sobbing by now and the tears were running down her face. I finally pulled my cock out, but left her secured.
"So, what do you two think" I said looking at John and Sonia, "shall I shove that big black plug up there and let her wear it for a few hours?"
"NOOO! Scott, NO! I can't take that, you know I can't PLEASE!" she cried.
Actually, after the vicious way I'd just ravished her ass I did know she couldn't take it, but I wanted her off balance. I went and got the plug and returned. I lubed it up so she could see me and moved behind her, touching the tip to her tender hole.
She screamed, "NO! SCOTT DON'T DON'T MAKE ME DO IT!"
I knew what she was saying and was sure she would if I didn't stop.
"Worthless cunt" I growled and dropped the plug on the floor.
She sagged in relief.
I knew she was very uncomfortable, bent over the horse, her ass on fire and her asshole fucked raw, and those clamps still on her nipples, but I wanted her to try all the harder to get John to relent. I had no idea at the time how that was going to unfold.
I started to gently work her clit with my fingers, slowly at first, then harder and faster as she started to heat up. I kept at it as she started to moan and try futilely to hump my hand and increase the stimulation.
Just as she was about to cum, naturally I stopped.
"Don't stop, OH GOD! MAKE ME CUM!" she moaned.
I laughed, then to the others "I think we shouldn't let her cum at all this weekend. What do you two think?"
John laughed, "That's a great idea. She's such a horny little slut, maybe THAT will finally teach her a lesson!"
"Oh, you two are so mean!" Sonia giggled, "Not that she doesn't deserve it. In fact after what she did to Scott and me I think it's only fair payback!"
I could see Laura glare at Sonia, which just made her laugh all the more.
I went over to Sonia and quietly said in her ear, "Well, did it measure up to your fantasy?"
"It was pretty nice, but I think you've spoiled me" she said coyly.
"Good!" I replied.
Then, "You've had it pretty easy so far! Just getting laid by your best friends husband and then getting to enjoy the show, while Laura gets nothing but tormented. I think it's time to turn the tables!" I said, directed at Sonia.
"Oops!" she squeaked.
"John, I've never given Sonia the experience of having her tits cropped. They are such lovely tits, not little things like Laura's, that I think we owe it to her, don't you?" I said teasing both women at once.
John enthusiastically agreed, "Damn right, can I do the honors?"
"That's what I had in mind. You work on her while I work on Laura some more. I think it's time that she should get some pleasure" I said.
John strung Sonia up on one of the beams so that Laura would be able to see what was going on, while I still had her strapped to the horse. I knew I'd have to let her loose soon, or she'd cramp up, but I had a little more torment in mind first.
I went over and removed the nipple clamps.
"OW, SHIT!" she wailed.
While I was in the bedroom getting something, John had finished trussing up Sonia, who looked a little apprehensive.
"Here you go my friend" I said as I handed him the crop.
I got behind Laura and started to work the latex vibrator into her cunt without yet turning it on.
It slipped in easily from her wetness, further proof of what a painslut she is. I started to slowly pump it in and out.
John started in on Sonia's tits. Rather lightly, though with a crop like that almost any slap at all stings plenty on something as sensitive as tit flesh.
Once he'd started I turned the vibe on and started to fuck Laura a little faster.
Whether by design or not I couldn't tell, but John was completely avoiding Sonia's nipples.
It wasn't long however, before Sonia's gorgeous tits were showing a bit of color and she was starting to grunt a bit with each smack.
I turned the vibe up to the next speed and on each stroke let it slide all the way out and brush her clit before slipping it back in. Laura was starting to moan again, but I could tell she was trying to control it. I was sure I knew why.
I started working on her clit almost constantly. She was still fighting making any sound. I was now sure she thought she could cum before I realized how close she was. She was wrong. Her thigh muscles were giving her away. She probably didn't even know it, but she kept clenching them more and more as she got closer. That and the flood of juice that was squirting out of her cunt and running down her legs where sure telltale signs.
John was still working on Sonia's tits and she was moaning from the stinging, but he was going very easy on her, too easy.
I pushed Laura right to the edge and just before she came I stopped.
"FUCK! OH GOD DON'T STOP!" she yelled.
I laughed, "Little slut wanna' cum?"
"Please, Please make me cum Scott" she begged.
I let her cool down for a while. Once her orgasm had slipped away I started working her clit seriously one more time. This time when she was almost there I stopped again, but after only a minute, I pushed the vibe back in her cunt as deep as I could get it and turned it on low.
"Looks like John needs a little help. God help you if that dildo falls out!" I hissed as I slapped her hard on the ass.
She just grunted. I could see her staining to seize onto the vibrator. As much as she was oozing I doubted she could hold it.
I walked over to John and Sonia and looked her in the eyes as I said, "God John, I think your just tickling her. Lets see some marks on those titties!"
John started to increase the force of his blows, but only a little.
I knelt down and started to lick her clit. She instantly spread her legs a little wider.
"Look at the slut, she's damn near as horny as the other one!" I laughed.
I went back to her clit. Licking and sucking and nibbling. She was starting to gyrate and her sounds were now a mixture of pleasure and pain. As I had with Laura, I teased her right to the edge before stopping.
"OH GOD!" she snarled.
I stood and said, "John, you keep missing her nipples. Let me try okay?"
Of course he handed me the crop and watch fascinated.
I proceeded to lay about a half a dozen smacks on her nipples. They were at least as hard as John's hardest. I glanced at him and could see he was surprised at how much I was dishing out.
"You know what you get if you can stand these, don't you babe?" I said to her.
She did know from before, and she was trying hard but I could tell she really wanted to make me stop. When I was sure she couldn't take any more I did. And went back to her clit with my hand while gently licking and sucking on her abused nipples. I waited until she was right at the brink again, then stopped.
"If you get through these, I'll give you what you want" I promised.
She gritted her teeth, but screamed at each blow. I landed three more on each nipple and stopped.
"Very good sweetheart, now you get your reward" I said softly.
I knelt again and inserted two fingers deep in her pussy while sucking hard on her clit. I found and massaged her G spot while I kept sucking. That was all it took.
She screamed, this time with pleasure as I made her cum hard. I kept at her until she finally slumped, unable to support herself.
I looked over at Laura and could see the lust in her eyes. First I released Sonia and helped her to the couch. Then I went to Laura. Her muscles were starting to twitch. I knew she'd cramp up very soon if I didn't release her. Amazingly she still had the vibe in her cunt.
First though, "See what good little girls get?" I teased.
I stroked her pussy and fingered her clit just a little, forcing moans from her. At last I undid her restraints. She had a hard time straightening up. I helped her move to the couch too.
"John, I don't know about you, but that made me horny as Hell" I said.
"Me too!" he replied with gusto.
I laughed as the two women groaned softly in unison.
"I know, lets have a little contest. The winner gets a reward and the loser gets to be tonight's entertainment on the apparatus!" I announced.
"OH NO!" Laura cried out.
*To be continued
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Step Brother Grows Up - 2nd Time | 22,151 | 4.58 | 2,048,067 | [
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] | I woke up early the next morning after the soundest sleep I've had in years. I went out into the kitchen to find my step father getting ready to leave for work. "Good morning Tori" he greeted me with a smile. "Good morning Steve!" I happily replied.
Just then, Kent walked into the kitchen. When he saw Steve and I both there, he got an embarrassed look on his face and blushed slightly. Then he headed straight for the refrigerator.
Steve said, "Tori, I hate to ask a favor of you, but do you think you could take Kent over to the car dealership this morning to pick up his car? I took it in for some work yesterday and it should be ready around 9:00am."
I looked at him with a happy smile and said "Of course! I'd be happy to!" almost chirping with eagerness.
"Wow! Thanks! I owe you one." He said, clearly relieved that I didn't blow up like I normally do when he asks me to do things.
"No Steve, actually I owe you. I know I've been a real pain in the butt since you and Mom got together, but I realize you are not to blame for my parents splitting up. I'm sorry for the way I've been, and I'd like to start fresh with both you and Kent if you are willing." I said as sincerely as I could.
He looked over at Kent, who was now smiling. "Starting fresh it is!" he stated as he gave me a hug and headed for the door, leaving Kent and I alone in the kitchen.
I walked to the kitchen window and watched Steve drive away, then I turned to Kent. "You sure made a mess out of my shorts and shirt mister!" I said in a devilish tone.
"Uh...sorry about that. You kinda...uh, caught me..." he stammered.
"I caught you alright!" I said stating the obvious. "Better get changed if you want me to take you to the dealership by 9:00am."
Without another word, he went off to his room. Soon he returned, and we headed out to my car. "Why don't you drive." I suggested, tossing him my keys and heading for the passenger side of the car. We jumped in and he started driving to the car dealership. I was wearing a short little sundress that rode well up my leg as I sat in the seat. The top was cut low and I let it gap opened so my right breast was almost fully exposed. None of this was going unnoticed by Kent as he tried in vain to keep his eyes on the road. I kept looking down as his cock grew progressively hard. He kept trying to readjust his position in the seat to accommodate his bulge, but there was clearly no subtle way for him to hide it.
Finally, I leaned toward him and whispered, "You look miserable. Let me help you out!" as I reached down, unbuttoning and unzipping his shorts. He instinctively raised his hips slightly as I slid his shorts and boxers down, releasing his hard prick. I grasped it with my right hand and slowly stroked it. He gasped and pulled the car over to the curb, putting it in park while he pushed his shorts the rest of the way down to his ankles.
I leaned across the console and took the tip of his cock into my mouth, slowly circling the head with my tongue. "Mmmmm!" I moaned as I licked and sucked his beautiful cock. I continued my long, slow stroking as I fully enjoyed the thickness of his meat in my mouth.
I could feel my own juices flowing from my pussy. For a brief moment, I thought about pulling my panties off and straddling Kent's hard on, but I kept sucking as my tempo picked up. He now had his hands on the back of my head and was thrusting his hips, pushing his cock into my mouth with growing urgency. This wasn't going to take long, I thought as I got on my knees in the passenger seat, so I had a better angle to suck his prick.
Paying particular attention to the head, I increased my tempo and added pressure at the top, slurping loudly as I bobbed up and down, faster and faster.
Then his cock swelled noticeably in my mouth as he came. I thought I was ready for it, but the first shot of his cum was not a normal squirt, rather a long flow that quickly filled my mouth as if I was drinking from a garden hose. Before I could swallow the entire load, he shot another wad that almost choked me. I swallowed again and again, then he shot another load. Thankfully the amount in his third squirt was smaller and I swallowed twice and regained control of his throbbing cock. I continued sucking until I milked every drop of cum from his prick, gently tonguing the head and lightly stroking him until he was empty. Once I was sure he had finished, I slowly released him and sat back up in my seat, smiling happily as Kent tried to recover and slowly pull his shorts back up.
We drove the rest of the way to the dealership in silence as both our heads were spinning from what had just happened.
As we arrived at the shop, Kent parked the car, leaving it running. "I'll wait here just in case your car isn't ready." I happily said as he got out and went into the building. My pussy was in need of attention, so I slid my panties off and raised my dress to my stomach as I began to slowly play with myself. One of my straps had fallen off my shoulder, so I eased my top down and began squeezing my exposed nipples. It sent a chill through my body as the A/C blasted cold air across my tits. Oh, how I wished Kent was sucking them!
Just then, the door to the service shop opened and out he came, walking back towards the car. As he opened the driver's door he said, "You were right, it won't be ready for...", then he froze as he saw my exposed body.
"Get in the back." I said. Without another word, he closed the driver's door and opened the back door as I climbed quickly between the seats into the back, laying down with my head on the arm rest of the passenger door and my legs spread wide open. Kent cautiously climbed in and closed the door.
"Fair's fair." I practically panted as I placed my right foot on the front console, fully exposing my wet pussy as my finger slowly stroked my clit.
He looked at my pussy, then at me, then back to my pussy, not sure what to do next. "Lick me damn it!" I commanded as I grabbed him by the hair and pulled his face to my muff. His tongue went directly into my hole as he slowly lapped my juices. It was obviously his first time having oral sex, so I guided him by moving his head with my hands. "Slowly...start at the bottom and come up...take your tongue over that part...hold it there on my clit...press firm...swirl across the top...oooohhh yes! Just like that! Do it again!" My legs were now wrapped around his head as he licked my clit over and over again. It felt so good! He kept working his tongue around my nub, faster and faster until my orgasm hit me hard. I ground my pussy into his mouth as my hips raised off the seat and jerked back and forth, riding his face. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming on your face! Oh fuck!!" I screamed and as I bounced wildly thrusting my hips upward trying to get more of his tongue into my hole. He lifted my ass with both hands as he ate my sopping pussy like he couldn't get enough, devouring my juices as my orgasm shook my body. "Aaaaahhhhh!!" I moaned as the spasms peaked and I held myself tightly against his mouth milking every ounce of pleasure I could until I finally started to come back to reality.
Kent simply held his tongue against my clit until I was spent. He then slowly lowered my ass back to the seat as my legs relaxed, releasing his head. I looked up at him and smiled, "Thank you" was all I could manage as I lay exhausted, yet totally satisfied. Spotting my panties laying on the front seat, he picked them up and used them to slowly wipe my juices off his face. He then smiled and got out of the car, going back towards the dealership.
My head was still spinning from the past couple of days. What a summer it was going to be! |
Still More Friends! Ch. 04 | 45,252 | 4.65 | 166,842 | [
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"gently tapping",
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"john sonia",
"wide fear",
"scott fuck",
"ass crop",
"john glanced",
"laura time",
"john balls"
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Laura's reaction caused Sonia to look both puzzled, and apprehensive.
"Come on Laura, it's a contest I'm sure you can win" I goaded.
"Scott, I'm not getting on that thing ever again!" she said firmly.
"Well, then you better win!" I said, getting a little angry.
"Here is the deal. You two give each of us a blowjob. The one who makes her guy cum first wins! Laura, being the talented little cocksucker you are, that should be a piece of cake for you" I went on.
John didn't see it, but I noticed a quick glance between the two women. They didn't realize I'd seen, but they were clearly up to something.
"What is this apparatus?" Sonia asked timidly.
"It's just something I made when John and Laura were here last. One way or the other you'll see" I told her.
"Shit!" Laura said under her breath.
"Okay, what the Hell, I'm game" said Sonia, "but how about we make this a little more interesting. A double contest, whichever of us makes the guy cum first wins, but the guy who cums first loses. I get to have my way with the loser for an hour while the winner gets to have his way with Laura."
"What!" Laura yelped in what I thought was mock surprise.
Sonia's suggestion wasn't a big surprise. In our conversations, she'd told me she was a bit of a switch. She tried to talk me into letting her top a couple of times, which I steadfastly refused.
Let me explain. When I was new to the scene, I'd bottomed a few times. I think every top should have the experience. It simply isn't my thing, plus I wanted to maintain a control with Sonia that wouldn't be possible if we switched from time to time. In any case I didn't plan to do so.
"Hmm, interesting. What do you think John?" I asked.
"Uh, gee, I don't really know" he said flustered.
"Oh, what the fuck. Let's give it a try, BUT only if you two agree that whichever of you loses, gives up her safe word for the apparatus" was my response.
"NO! I'm not doing that!" Laura insisted.
"Come on Laura, let's play" Sonia implored softly.
She clearly had a plan.
Even more quietly Sonia added, "Trust me."
Ultimately everyone agreed to the conditions.
I have pretty good staying power and since I'd cum even more recently than John, I figured I could last longer. But I decided to give myself an extra edge.
"Since Sonia's cum is still all over John's cock, it's only right that Laura does him and Sonia, you do me!" I finished.
I hadn't been kidding about Laura being talented, she was the most amazing cocksucker I'd ever seen. I also knew that my size was a problem for Sonia, so she'd have a much harder time getting me off. Sonia was the best fuck I'd ever had, better than Laura even, but when it came to giving head, Laura had no peer.
"Okay, let's get started" I directed, "Just to make it a little more interesting we're going to tie you girls hands behind your back."
I did this last part because without her hands, I knew Sonia would be at a huge disadvantage. John didn't seem so enthused anymore, but hadn't caught on to how severely I'd stacked the deck. I had no intention of giving myself to Sonia for an hour. I had a pretty good idea what that would be like and didn't care for the notion at all!
We all got situated. John and I sitting on the couch, the two women kneeling in front of us, hands secured behind them.
"Ready, GO!" I declared.
I leaned back and closed my eyes. I didn't want to risk getting excited by watching Laura bob her head as she inhaled John's cock, which I knew would be the case.
As I expected, Sonia was having a bit of a challenge. She was licking me all over, including my balls. It felt wonderful, but it would take a very long time for her to make me cum. She started sucking and licking the cleft in my cockhead, the place she knew to be my most sensitive. It felt great, too fucking great! I started to be concerned that she was going to be more successful than I'd thought.
Damned if I hadn't got myself into a mess, here was this fabulous piece of womankind, sucking my cock as best she could and I was trying hard not to enjoy it! Fucking dumb!
It wasn't all that long however, before Laura's talent would eliminate my concern. I knew that she would do ANYTHING to avoid the apparatus again. I was certain she was giving John the most awesome blowjob in history.
I heard John's moans. He sounded like he was fighting it, but losing. In a couple of more minutes I heard him growl loudly as he came. I opened my eyes and looked over to see Laura sucking and swallowing like mad.
She glanced up at me and smiled broadly around John's softening cock.
My attention was immediately diverted back to Sonia though. She had just enveloped my cockhead in her mouth. She was sliding almost half of my shaft in and out. The sensation was unbelievable. She wasn't able to take as much as Laura did, but her technique was every bit as effective. This, after the tongue lashing she'd been giving my cock and balls, was truly amazing. It didn't take long at all before I felt that wonderfully familiar churning in my loins. Knowingr contest was over, I was able to relax and relish in the feelings of her mouth pleasuring my cock.
Soon her efforts were rewarded. I cried out as I started shooting cum down her throat. I opened my eyes again to watch her greedily wolf down my seed. She sucked and swallowed, not missing a single drop.
I slumped back, catching my breath. My mind was reeling. I realized that she'd 'thrown' the game. I don't know if I could have held out longer than John or not if she'd started sucking me that way at the outset, but I was positive she would have made me cum much, much sooner.
I opened my eyes again and looked at her. She was smiling at me, a rather self satisfied look.
"I've been doing some jaw stretching exercises" she said very softly.
I knew with a little more practice, she might just give Laura a run for her 'title' after all. Practice which I most assuredly intended to give her!
She was definitely up to something, but I had no idea what yet! She was, however, going to pay a Hell of a price later.
I glanced at John and Laura. He looked dismayed, she looked ecstatic.
No one moved or spoke for a little while. Sonia broke the silence.
"Let's take a little break and have something to eat, then I want my hour with Johnboy!" Sonia announced, appearing to take charge.
I was satisfied to see what the Hell she was up to and let her, after all, I was going to get an hour to use Laura as I saw fit. Since she hadn't got John to change his rules yet, it was my plan to make it a difficult hour for her.
We ate and lounged for more than an hour. John was nervous and fidgety, the other three of us relaxed and enjoyed ourselves. I kept marveling at the contrasting beauty and sex appeal of the two naked women. I felt like pinching myself to make sure it wasn't all a dream.
Finally Sonia again took charge. She looked at John and with her index finger, indicated he should come to her.
"Okay, my little prize, it's time to start" she purred.
John glanced at me. I just shrugged, he had lost fair and square, well almost, and was on his own.
I started to lead Laura by the hand, but Sonia interrupted.
"Why don't you two sit and watch for a while. This should be interesting" she said.
I shook my head and smiled. I still had no idea what she was up to, but clearly this was well planned out. Whatever she had in mind, she'd managed to pull off taking control.
Instead of leading Laura where I'd intended, I led her to the couch and we both sat to observe. She was so happy and relaxed I was now positive that these two must have cooked this up together. Whatever was going on, she was clearly in on it too.
Sonia wasted no time. She strung John up by the wrists over a beam, just as I'd done to both of the women earlier. She used a spreader bar to keep his legs spread wide and buckled the ball gag in place.
I noticed she hadn't given him a safe word, and he hadn't thought to ask for one. It wouldn't have mattered at this point anyway. Besides, I trusted her not to go to far since she had a 'virgin' on her hands. She was way too experienced for that to happen.
John looked pretty miserable already, but I've said this before, John is no wuss. He is actually a pretty tough guy. I'd seem him get creamed by linebackers on numerous occasions and laugh it off. He might not enjoy what was coming, but it would be educational for him and he could certainly handle it.
Sonia went to her bag and took out some items, I couldn't see what, but it was further confirmation that she'd planned this all along.
The first thing she did was pull John's balls away from his body and attach a weighted ball stretcher. It looked heavy and stretched John's balls a good inch or two toward the floor. Better him than me I thought.
She fondled his balls and stroked his soft cock, which of course caused it to start to stiffen. She snapped a leather cock ring in place as he got fully hard.
Next she attached a couple of nipple clamps. I couldn't tell how tight they were, but from the grunts and grimace on his face, I gathered they had his attention.
She stepped back to survey her work, reaching forward to stroke his cock some more and make sure it was good and hard.
"Now, I think you should learn what it's like to feel the crop!" she declared as she picked it up.
She positioned herself beside him and took a couple of practice swings before landing a sharp blow on his ass.
To his credit, he grunted loudly, but that was all.
She landed about four more and stopped.
Standing in front of him and gently tapping her palm with the crop she spoke, "On your ass this stings pretty good, but imagine what it does somewhere more tender. Like on tits, or" she paused for effect, and put the tip of the crop under his stretched balls and lifted them ever so slightly "your balls!"
John's eyes went wide, whether with fear or surprise, I'm not sure. It didn't matter. I didn't think she'd really crop his balls, but I wasn't positive.
She very lightly tapped them up and down.
"Now, you made your wife hang here while you fucked me, maybe you should get to watch Scott fuck her while I work on your ass some more. Oh wait! He can't do that because you made up a rule that he couldn't put his cock in her pussy. Hmm, I guess I just have to work your balls over after all!" she said sinisterly.
It all fell into place. This entire scheme had been so Laura could get the big cock fix she so craved. Sonia was even willing to be subjected to the apparatus that evening to do this for her friend. I had to admit she was a better friend than I was. I damn sure hadn't treated John that well!
I glanced at Laura who was watching the whole thing intently, smiling slightly, the bitch.
Sonia continued, "Unless of course, you'd like to change your mind and tell Scott it's okay to fuck Laura after all, hmmm?"
John glared at her, but she didn't flinch, "If you agree that it's okay just nod your head, we'll all understand."
John didn't move.
Sonia lowered the crop a couple of inches and flicked it upward against his balls. That got quite a reaction out of him. She hadn't done it hard at all, but it was sufficient to let him know she was serious and I imagined that the weighted ball stretcher had made his nuts all the more tender.
"Sooner or later you'll give in, we both know that. Your little jewels there won't be able to stand much of this. If you agree now, you'll save yourself a lot of agony!" she said sternly.
As she lightly tapped his nuts again she repeated, "So, do you agree to let Scott fuck Laura?"
This time, with defiance in his eyes, he nodded his head perceptibly.
I stood and looked at him, "John, you sure about this? I won't stop Sonia, but you give me any indication that you don't want me to do this, I won't no matter what."
I meant it, but really hoped he was going to give in. I wanted to feel my cock buried in the luscious pussy of hers again.
I was looking John straight in the eyes, but could see Sonia gently tapping his balls with the crop in my peripheral vision.
I couldn't read John's true feelings, but he looked straight back at me and nodded his head yes once.
"Sure?" I repeated.
He nodded once more, then looked away.
That was all my conscience needed. Hell, let's be honest, by now, when it came to fucking Laura I had damn little conscience,period. His nods were good enough for me to go ahead.
I turned and pulled Laura out of hearing range for Sonia and John. Sonia started to warm John's ass with the crop.
I hissed her Laura's ear, "You little slut! You connived this entire scheme just to get some more big cock didn't you?"
She looked at me and smiled guiltily, but said nothing.
"Well I have to hand it to you, you pulled off quite a stunt. I guess if you worked this hard for it, you are entitled to a thorough cunt pounding, which I'm going to give you right now since Sonia wants John to enjoy a little show. But you will pay dearly for this the rest of the weekend you nasty bitch!"
With that I lightly tossed her down on the blow up mattress where Sonia and John would have a good view. I climbed between her legs and buried my cock in her cunt to the hilt. Having already cum twice, I knew I'd last a long time. I was looking forward to that.
"Oh yeah! Yeah, fuck me with the great big cock of yours! FUCK! POUND MY PUSSY WITH THAT MONSTER!" Laura was crying out almost immediately.
She had wrapped her legs around me and we were fucking each other like made. It was no time at all when she came for the first of several loud, quaking climaxes. Her whole body literally shuddered hard every time she came.
I don't know how much of her screaming for more cock was for John's effect and how much was how badly she just wanted her cunt stretched to the max and pounded mercilessly, but either way it was about the wildest fuck we'd ever had.
"YEAH Baby, Hard! Harder! Oh God, use that huge fucker to POUND MY CUNT!" she screamed as she came yet again.
I was most happy to enthusiastically comply with her request. I was going to last even longer than I'd thought and it felt fucking wonderful. Her pussy was so damn wet that my cock was sliding in and out easily, but was firmly grasped by her love tunnel all at once. Jesus she is a good fuck!
I could hear noises coming from John and Sonia, the crop occasionally to be sure and other noise that I didn't specifically identify. Not that I gave the tiniest shit at the time. Later Sonia told me that she had alternated between working over his ass with the crop and stroking his cock with her hands until he nearly would cum, then leave him hanging while she went back to his ass. She told me that he stayed rock hard throughout and had his eyes glued on Laura and me the whole time.
Finally my balls started to tighten and I came hard inside Laura bellowing as I did. That pushed her over the edge one final time as she screamed out nearly as loud as I. We both just lay in a heap, fully spent for quite a few minute before moving.
I was still ignoring the sounds coming from Sonia and John.
Laura reached over and grasped my semi soft cock.
"I love being fucked by this wonderfully huge cock of yours!" she whispered.
"Well, 'it' loves fucking you" I responded.
So much for size doesn't matter. This bitch was going to want big cock forever. We'd just have to see how that played out.
Laura and I finally got up. Sonia was teasing John's cock some more.
"Hmm, time for a change" Sonia exclaimed.
She untied John and moved him to the horse. He didn't look too happy, but he didn't resist either.
She removed the nipple clamps, which caused a grunt through the gag and a serious wince. She left the ball weight in place as she secured him to the horse, then cuffed his hands behind his back.
I had no idea what she had in mind. I figured some more abuse to his ass. I would turn out to be correct, but not in the way I'd imagined.
"Laura tells me you've taken a liking to fucking her up the ass!" she said haughtily.
She kept talking as she went back to her bag, "You really should know what that feels like if you're going to keep sticking your cock in her like that!"
She pulled out a strap-on dildo. It wasn't very big I'll admit, but I sure as Hell wouldn't want it in my ass. I know, with a cock like mine that I shove up Laura and Sonia's asses regularly, that's pretty lame, but all the same.
It was one of those two ended dildos. As Sonia put on the harness, the small end slipped inside her cunt and I could tell it would work her clit pretty good as she reamed John.
She moved in front of him so he could see what she was wearing for the first time. His eyes went rather wide. Then a new look came over him, not one of fear or even anxiety, but anger!
Right then and there, I figured that both women, but especially Sonia were in for it, once John's hour of subbing was over, which it would be in less than 15 more minutes.
"Look John, this isn't even as big as you, so I'm sure you'll barely feel it!" Sonia chuckled as she move around behind him again.
I glanced at Laura and she was just staring spellbound.
Sonia took the bottle of lube and pour some on her fingers which she then started to work on John's ass. After a few minutes of that she lubed up the phallus and started to work it in him. Soon she had a good steady in and out rhythm going.
The look of pleasure on her face got greater and greater as she increased the tempo, shoving the fake cock harder and deeper and therefore assaulting her clit more too.
John was being quite stoic, letting out only the occasional grunt.
I could tell that Sonia was close to cumming. She started to moan loudly and really started ramming the cock in and out of John hard and fast.
His face was tight, but he still was being quiet.
Finally Sonia came hard, crying out as she slumped over his back.
After a moment, still bent over she started to pump again, only slow and steady. She reached under John and grasped his rock hard cock and started to pump it in sync with her thrusts.
I could tell that John was trying to resist but just couldn't. All that Sonia had subjected him to for nearly an hour had his body ready to cum even though his mind was fighting it.
It didn't take long though before you could hear his muffled moans through the gag. Once that started it was only a matter of time. Soon his body jerked in the restraints and he started to spew cum on the floor as Sonia kept stroking and milked him dry.
She stopped and withdrew the strap-on. She quickly released him then removed the ball weight and the gag. She had a very self satisfied smile on her face.
John looked at her with barely controlled fury.
"YOU BITCH will pay for that' then spinning toward Laura, "as will you, you little slut!"
"John and I are going to take a little walk, we'll be back after a while. You two kids have fun while we're gone" Sonia said with a glint in her eyes.
John looked momentarily confused, then clearly coming up with some kind of idea said, "Yeah, we're going to walk down to the lake."
Sonia looked unperturbed.
John pulled on a pair of shorts and rummaged around gathering up some stuff. I didn't see what all except noticed he took a fairly long piece of the lightweight hemp cord I had laying around.
The two of them headed out the door.
For reasons I can't explain, I seemed to have an extraordinary amount of sexual stamina that day. I wanted to feel one of Laura's astonishing blow jobs.
"Come over here and suck my cock" I commanded.
She got a big smile on her face and positioned herself between my legs. She started by teasing my cock and balls with her tongue. She licked me all over, especially paying attention to my scrotum. Soon she sucked first one, then the other of my testicles all the way in her mouth.
In spite of everything I was soon growing hard yet again. Once Laura had me completely erect she started to suck on my cock for real. She was bobbing up and down and I loved watching my cock disappear between her lips.
After a few minutes she pulled off and looked up at me with a wicked smile and softly said, "Fuck my mouth! Fuck it hard!"
I wasn't about to argue. I grabbed her hair with both hands and soon had her sliding my entire cock in and out of her mouth rapidly. I was nearly banging her face against my pubic bone. She was gagging and choking ever so slightly, but was mostly moaning and groaning some very lusty sounds.
I savagely fucked her mouth as my orgasm built. It took a long time but ultimately her cocksucking talents pushed me to the edge.
I growled at her, "Spill one drop and I'll string you up and crop those nice white tits of yours!"
That generated a deeper moan which I felt clear in my balls.
I started to cum and pulled her face down hard!
I could feel her swallow for all she was worth as my cock shot globs of cum deep in her gullet.
When I was spent I finally released her.
She looked up at me with a shit eating grin and to my amazement had managed to contain the entire load. Then the unbelievable slut did something that shocked me.
She stuck out her tongue and let a little dribble of cum run off and drip to the floor. She actually wanted me to crop her tits!
"You are going to be fucking sorry you did THAT!" I roared, meaning it this time.
I quickly grabbed and roughly shoved her over to where I could sting her up, which I wasted no time in doing. I pulled her arms wide apart and tight enough over the beam that she was nearly off the floor.
*To be continued...
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] | "Steve." Sindy whispered as they lay in bed. It was a beautiful Saturday morning, and he could see the clear blue sky through the window. What did she want now. All he wanted to do was enjoy the morning.
"Steve" she said slightly louder this time.
"What" he muttered back to his girlfriend.
"I was wondering if you could do something special for me tonight." she asked.
What was it now? He thought. Sindy was what you might call....adventurous when it came to sex. Whenever she asked for something special he usually wasn't into it, but she had done things that he wanted to do, so it was his turn to do something for her.
"What is it?" Steve asked.
"Well you know how I've always had this fantasy of seeing two men make love.....I was wondering if you could do me a favor tonight."
Oh great she probably wants to have some men over to fuck each other while I eat her cunt. Steve thought to himself. Sindy had let him fulfill some of his fantasies, like fucking her in the ass and bringing another woman into their bed. But he had returned the favors as well. A few months ago she had another man over and they double teamed her. If felt good and she enjoyed it but he felt a little strange sharing her with another man.
"Steve you know how I have a fantasy about two men making love." she said again
"Yeah" he muttered unhappily.
"Well I was wondering if we could have this guy I know over and make it come true."
"Just one guy?" he said a little shocked. "Who is he going to do it with?"
"Well uh.....you see.....I was wondering if.....if you would fuck him." she said softly.
Steve laid there stunned. He had never been with another man and didn't really want to start now.
"No way!" he announced.
"Oh please Steve. If you do this I'll do anything for you. I promise. Anything!" she pleaded.
Steve thought to himself. He could have her do anything if he did this for her. That could come in handy some time. He had always wanted to fuck her in the ass in the front yard, or make love to several women at the same time, or he could even make her do a couple of things. It would be worth it for just a few minutes of sex with another man.
"Ok" he said, "but now you owe me big time. And were doing anything I want. Your going to have to fulfill a few of my fantasies after this."
"Thank you so much Steve." she said kissing him. "I'll make it worth your while. Who knows you might even like it!" she said with a giggle.
That night came quickly. Steve sat on the couch a little nervous about what was about to take place. The doorbell rang and Sindy got up to answer it. Steve had a virgin ass and had never been fucked or fucked another man. He heard Sindy talking with a man at the door, and then he heard the door close and Sindy walked back in. Soon after her, in walked a handsome young man. He was tall with sandy colored hair and a muscular body.
"This is Paul." Sindy exclaimed happily. "He's a bi-sexual friend from work."
Paul walked over confidently, and Steve wondered how a man so confident and good looking could be Bi. Sindy introduced the two men, and the three sat on the couch. Sindy had always had a fantasy of watching two men make love, and tonight if she played her cards right she would finally get to see it. Everyone had prepared for tonight. They had all cleaned their asses and washed themselves. Sindy had a tube of lube on the coffee table ready for the right moment. She knew that she would have to take it in the ass tonight if she expected Steve to do the same. Steve loved giving her anal sex and he wouldn't take it in the ass tonight unless she did as well.
"Well why don't we start to heat things up?" Sindy said.
She leaned over and kissed Steve passionately on his lips, letting their tongues flirt in each others mouths.
"Now why don't you two try?" Sindy asked.
Paul leaned over and pressed his lips on Steve's, their tongues touched for only a second before Steve pulled away.
"Aww now that's not enough" said Sindy disappointedly.
She kissed Steve again and knelt down in front of him. She pulled his pants down and then took off his shirt. She could see a lump in his underwear so she knew he wasn't completely turned off. Sindy stripped him naked letting his hardening cock rest against his stomach. She took his cock into her mouth running her tongue over the velvety head. It quickly expanded in her mouth, as she bobbed her head up and down on the smooth shaft. Paul then knelt behind Sindy and pulled her top off and then her skirt, leaving her in her bra and panties. He ran his hands over her round butt and over the soft fabric of her thong panties. While she sucked Steve, Paul kissed her neck and back as he caressed her with his smooth hands. Sindy then took her lips off of Steve's meat exposing the seven inch cock in full hardness.
"You want a taste Paul?" Sindy asked.
"Sure" he responded, "I never turn down hard cock."
Steve was nervous as Paul took him into his hungry mouth. He sucked it very well and before long Steve was completely relaxed with the man sucking his pole. Sindy was pleased with the action taking place and began to remove Paul's clothing. When she had him naked she slid under him and put his cock in her mouth. She fondled his large testicles and ran a finger down his smooth shaven ass crack. Paul took his lips reluctantly off of Steve's hard cock letting him get up and kneel down over his girlfriend. He removed her bra taking her small firm breast into his mouth while she sucked another man's cock. As he sucked, the nipple hardened in his mouth and he removed his lips and did the same to the other breast. He then moved down licking her body as he went until he got to her panty covered cunt. Kissing her as he went he slid the panties down and off and buried his face in her hot wet pussy. After a few minutes she let the cock slide out of her mouth and sat up.
She then said to Steve, "Now I want to see you suck Paul's cock." Paul sat on the couch stroking his eight inch pole glistening with Sindy's saliva. Steve some what reluctantly knelt in front of Paul and lowered his lips to the head of the throbbing organ. Paul placed a hand on Steve's head guiding his mouth onto the hard cock. Steve's lips parted and he took it in his mouth. Once he began sucking, he felt so natural doing it like he had wanted to do it all his life. It was so nice and smooth, and felt really good in his mouth. He ran his tongue over the head flicking the tip in the small hole at the top. He ran his tongue up and down the shaft taking time to suck each of the testicles.
"Wow you turned into a pro!" Sindy snickered, "bet you cant wait to take it in the ass."
And he couldn't he thought to himself. This was so much better than he thought. Steve engulfed the big dick in his eager mouth, taking time to suck the swollen head. Sindy leaned over and kissed Paul as she stroked her own cunt. Their tongues met and they kissed passionately as Steve sucked Paul's firm dick. Paul pulled Steve's head into his cock, forcing the throbbing dick further down his throat. Sindy and Paul's lips parted and Sindy got up and knelt down on the floor on all fours.
"Steve stop sucking that big cock and come lick my asshole." Sindy instructed.
Steve took his lips off of Paul's hard shaft and knelt behind his girlfriend. He lowered his head and touched his tongue to the soft puckered asshole. He ran his tongue all over the hole, kissing and licking the tiny opening. Paul handed him the tube of lube, and he squirted a small amount over her orifice. Steve then worked two fingers into the warm opening, burying them up to the knuckle. He worked the fingers, slowly spreading her sweet ass.
"Oh Steve I want to sit on your hard cock!" Sindy moaned.
Steve laid on his back his stiff cock protruding into the air. Sindy positioned herself over it, her back to Steve, and used her hand to guide the pulsating shaft to her slick asshole. She sat down on the cock letting the head ease into her waiting ass, working her body back and forth on the big pole. She let it slide further and further into her anus, until it was buried in her ass.
"Oh Steve it feels soo good!" she cried.
Steve pounded her ass, slamming his cock into the tight opening. She rocked back and forth enjoying the penetration.
"Hey Paul why don't you come fuck my cunt while Steve reams my ass!" Sindy urged.
Paul walked over and laid down on top of Sindy positioning his cock at her dripping cunt. He worked it into the tight slit, driving his hard pole into the damp cunt. They were now both fucking her at once, Steve in her ass and Paul in her pussy. Their tightening testicles rubbed each others as they worked their cocks in and out of the cramped openings.
"Oh God yes it feels so good to be stuffed by two hard cocks!" Sindy cried.
They continued fucking, pushing down on her hips as they filled her openings with pulsating cocks. Both were close to cumming when Sindy stopped the two men.
"I want you two to cum in me soooo bad but I want to see you two fuck each other even more." she whimpered.
Steve and Paul slowed their strokes, and then pulled out of her ravaged orifices.
"Oh that was good! But I want to see you two make love now." Sindy said lustfully
"I'm not so sure." Steve said worriedly, "Sucking cock and double teaming you is one thing, but fucking another man or being fucked by another man is different."
"Oh come on Steve. Just cuz you fuck one guy doesn't mean your gay." she pleaded. "Do it for me. Please. You said you would. I promise Paul will be gentle."
"Fine. But if I say stop then were stopping!" Steve responded firmly.
"Ok....but I promise your going to enjoy it." she said with a grin.
Paul bent over the couch, ready for Steve to come over so that the action could get started. Steve had never fucked a man in the ass. They had just double teamed his girlfriend but fucking a man's ass was different.
"Go on lick his ass." Sindy begged.
This was it Steve thought to himself. He had sucked Paul's cock but once he started licking that ass there was going to be no going back. Paul was laying over the couch, his tight little ass just waiting to be touched. Steve went over and put a hand on each cheek caressing the soft skin. It was time. He used his hands to spread the ass open and inserted his tongue into the crack of the man's ass. The puckered asshole was soft and tight, and as he probed his tongue into the little hole he couldn't help but notice how nice it felt. He ran his tongue along the rim of the hole and up and down the smooth hairless crack. He flicked his tongue over the orifice and began to touch it with his finger. Sindy handed him the lube and he applied a generous glob to the man's anus.
"This is sooo hot!" Sindy enunciated. "Go on Steve finger his ass!"
Steve placed his finger at the opening and pushed it into the tight warm hole. His finger slid in easily, and before long he had a second finger in the asshole. He worked his fingers in the hole twisting them and spreading the opening. Sindy was on the couch rubbing her pussy feverishly while watching the show. Paul's ass was spread and covered in lube. It was good and ready for a hard fucking now.
"Steve please fuck my ass!" Paul begged.
"Go on." Sindy pushed. This is what were here for.
There was no turning back now. Paul moved to the floor got on all fours positioning his ass for insertion. Steve had to admit he wanted to do it real bad. He stared down at the lube slicked hole trying to get the courage to go on.
"Come on Steve fuck his tight little ass!" Sindy urged.
Steve grabbed the lube and squirted a glob onto his swollen cockhead. He positioned his dick at the entrance of Paul's ass and began to slowly push it in.
"Oh God yes!" Paul moaned. "Put it in my ass!"
Steve's cock was so hard he couldn't believe how turned on he was. He slowly pressed his cock into the cramped hole. He pushed hard getting the head of is cock past the threshold of Paul's ass. Paul was moaning softly, hypnotized by the pressure in his anus.
"Aaaaa!" Paul cried. "Put it in further! Don't stop!"
Steve worked the cock in an inch at a time until he had it buried to the hilt in the incredibly hot ass. He worked it in and out like he had done to Sindy so many times before, pulling it almost out and then thrusting it all the way back in. Paul had a great asshole too. It was tight as hell and warm and smooth. Steve grabbed Paul's hips forcing his manhood into this snug cavity.
"Oh yes your dick feels sooo nice!" Paul cried. "Fuck me harder!"
Steve was loving every second of this steamy action. He had never fucked anyone so hard in his life. Sindy couldn't be happier, she finally was having her fantasy fulfilled. As Steve slammed his cock up Paul's ass in intense passion, she watched with lust, rubbing her blazing hot cunt eagerly, admiring every hard thrust.
"Oh wow this is better than I ever thought it would be!" she pronounced. "Steve how does it feel to have your cock stuffed in another man's tight asshole!"
"It feels soooo good I've never fucked anything this tight before!"
"His dick feels incredible in my asshole. Its stretching me wide open!" Paul moaned.
"Now I want to see you two fuck face to face." Sindy announced.
Steve not wanting to stop slowed his thrusts, and eased his aching cock out of Paul's gaping asshole. Paul laid on his back on the floor and put his legs in the air, spreading his butt with his hands. Steve and Sindy stared at the sight. Paul's rock hard cock rested on his stomach as he spread his cavernous ass. The opening was reamed out, and the hole glistened with lube.
"Now that's a sight" Sindy remarked.
Steve knelt before Paul and took Paul's stiff cock in his lustful mouth. He sucked the head and ran the tip of his tongue over the swollen head. In truth he couldn't wait to have that impressive cock pound his tight virgin asshole.
"Hurry up and fuck Paul!" Sindy pressured. "You can suck his dick some other time."
Steve took his lips off the stiff meat, and positioned his cockhead against Paul's wide open hole. He worked the cock slowly into the tight crack once again, pushing it further and further in. Steve again had his firm rod buried in Paul's ass. This time they were face to face, and against all his instinct, he bent down and laid his lips on Paul's. Their tongues flirted as Steve continued to submerge his shaft in Paul's ass.
"Oh Steve that is soooo hot!" Sindy murmured. "Your cock is so deep in Paul's ass, and you two are making out like teenagers!"
Steve was loving it. Paul's ass had swallowed every inch of his shaft, and the way Paul kissed him back it was like nothing he had ever experienced. Steve was overwhelmed by the intensity. Paul's erect cock was pressed hard against his stomach while his girlfriend watched him in complete awe, as he made love to another man.
"Oh God I'm going to cum!" Steve cried.
He pulled out of Paul's ass and blew a immense load all over Paul's stomach and hard cock. Wave after wave of cum shot out of the erect pulsating head. Paul was covered in Steve's glossy cream. It was all over his cock and balls and there were small pools of it covering his stomach and chest.
"Oh that was amazing!" Steve declared.
"It was great for me too!" Paul responded. "You stretched me wide open!"
Sindy got off the couch and knelt down before Steve's slowly shrinking cock. She wrapped her lips around the shaft and licked the cum off that oozed out. Then she looked at Paul. He was a sight. His anus was gaping and his cock and torso were covered in Steve's hot sperm.
"Well I guess we should clean Paul up." Sindy said with a smirk.
Sindy knelt over Paul and took his cum slickened cock in her mouth. She licked the shaft cleaning off the warm cream. Steve knelt beside Paul, and half in a daze from the way Paul had made him cum. He bent over and licked his own cum off of Paul's body. He was surprised how sweet it was. Steve slurped up the cum, savoring the cream in his mouth, while Sindy ran her tongue over Paul's cock. By the time they had lapped up all the cream off of Paul's muscular body Steve felt his cock firming up again.
"Now its your turn to get fucked." Sindy said with a smile.
Steve couldn't believe how excited he was, and it was obvious by how quickly his cock had hardened. He wanted so badly for Paul to pound his tight virgin ass with that big plump dick of his.
"Bend over" Paul said to Steve, "Your going to enjoy this."
Sindy took her place back on the couch, stroking her clit ready, to watch the show. Steve bent over spreading his tight little hole for Paul. Paul lowered his face to Steve's ass, and licked the soft smooth crack, and ran his hands over the soft cheeks. Paul licked Steve's tight testicles from behind and stroked Steve's hard cock with his hand. Sindy watched with lust, and before long Paul had his tongue buried in Steve's ass, flicking it over the puckered little hole. He then took the lube and put a generous glob on Steve's asshole and inserted two fingers into the tight virgin ass. Steve moaned with pleasure, he couldn't believe how into this he was. Paul slid his fingers in and out of the glistening cavity, occasionally inserting his tongue for a taste.
Before long Steve's ass was ready to be fucked. Paul lubed up his own cock and placed the head at Steve's waiting hole. Sindy was loving the whole show, and she was rubbing her cunt like a slut, waiting for her boyfriend to get reamed. Paul slowly inserted his golf ball sized head into Steve's little virgin ass. Steve was moaning and savoring every second of this experience. Paul worked it further in, back and forth very slowly until it was almost 3 inches in Steve's ass.
"Hey Steve" Sindy whispered, "Do you want Paul to stop?"
"Oh God no Paul! Please don't take it out of my ass!" Steve replied.
"Don't worry I won't" Paul replied, "You couldn't get me to stop fucking this tight ass for the world!"
Paul continued sliding his cock further and further in, until his balls were pressed against Steve's firm butt.
"Oh my God it's so deep!" Steve cried.
Paul pressed hard against Steve's ass working the shaft in all the way, then pulling it almost out, and then slamming it right back in. Steve was in heaven his own cock was rock hard. He had never felt so hot.
"Why don't you two try a new position now?" Sindy asked.
Paul pulled out of Steve's ass with a sucking pop sound, and laid on his back, his rock hard shaft protruding into the air. Steve positioned his ass over the pulsating rod with his back to Paul. Then slowly he lowered his tight little crack over the bulbous head of Paul's cock. They slowly worked the cock back into his excited ass, until he was sitting on the shaft with their testicles rubbing against each others.
"That looks so hot!" Sindy announced while rubbing her own cunt.
"It feels incredible too!" Steve uttered back.
"And how about you Paul? Is my boyfriends ass tight enough for you?" Sindy asked.
"Oh yeah its great! I've never fucked such a tight hot little ass!"
Paul put his hands on Steve's hips and forced him up and down on his throbbing pole. They were both loving it and Sindy couldn't have been happier. She was watching her boyfriend getting reamed in the ass by a big dick. Steve was bouncing up and down and grinding his ass into the swollen dick.
"Oh God fuck my tight ass!" Steve implored.
Sindy wanted to be part of this sweltering hot scene, so she knelt down in front of Steve and sucked his cock while Paul fucked him in the asshole. She had never felt his cock so swollen and excited in her mouth before. Paul buried his cock deeper into Steve's ass, the tight sphincter milking his shaft.
"I'm going to cum! Fuck my tight ass with your big stud cock!" pleaded Steve.
"Oh I'm cumming too!" moaned Paul, and his cock began to pulsate in Steve's ass. Steve's sphincter tightened around the throbbing meat, milking the giant shaft as Paul unloaded stream after stream of steaming hot cum into Steve's ass. Steve came too, blowing his load into his girlfriends mouth. His cock throbbed and nuts tightened as he blew another giant load into the back of her throat. She tried to swallow the warm sperm, but it was so much that it came dribbling out of her mouth. She took her mouth off and another jet of cum hit her in the face. Paul continued fucking Steve's ass with his slowly softening cock, and then pulled his pole out of the stretched asshole.
"Let me see that abused little ass hole of yours." Sindy announced to Steve.
So Steve turned over on all fours positioning his pummeled ass strait up in the air. She looked at the gaping hole oozing cum down his crack and trickling down his thigh.
"Oh wow that's hot!" she remarked to Steve, "your ass has been reamed out!"
She bent down, and putting a hand on each one of his ass cheeks, and then positioned her tongue over his mistreated little hole. She dove in with her tongue tasting the hot cum that poured out.
"Mmmm this is good. Paul your cum tastes sooo wonderful all over Steve's asshole!"
Paul smiled as he stood watching, while stroking his glistening semi-hard. Sindy ran her tongue all down his ass crack lapping up all the leftover cum that dribbled out. Steve relaxed his ass enjoying her soft tongue on his gaping hole.
"So was it as good as you hoped?" Paul asked.
"Absolutely!" Steve and Sindy announced together. |
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] | Hi, I'm Yvonne, and I'm very proud of my body. I know that sounds very vain, but I am. At thirty I'm in great well toned shape with firm full breasts and long legs, a waist you could close your hands around and a smooth shaven pussy that Peter, my husband, describes as the cutest he's ever seen. That's a nice thing to say, but the trouble is that he doesn't want to risk anyone else knowing how cute it is. He'll never even go to a nudist beach let alone chance the possibility anyone seeing us doing anything sexy. Unfortunately I'm something of an exhibitionist who enjoys people seeing me naked, especially if I'm doing something naughty - very especially if I'm doing something naughty. So as you might guess I can get extremely frustrated at times.
I first discovered my exhibitionistic streak when Peter and I were having sex one day in the living room with me on top. I could see out of the window although Peter couldn't, and what I could see was a young man standing on the roadway watching. He wasn't close enough to get a good view and when he realised I'd seen him he quickly walked away, but the thrill that went through me at knowing we'd been seen was out of this world. I wanted that buzz again, but more so.
But then I made the mistake of telling Peter about it in the vain hope that he cater for my predilection and do it where we could be seen. Not a chance. Not only did he not go for it, he got really annoyed that I'd not immediately covered myself up when I spotted the young guy watching. The fact that I was bouncing up and down on his cock and on the brink of coming at the time seemed not to matter to him. I got mad and he got mad and we ended up having a furious row about it, and after that he will only have sex with me with the curtains drawn – in whichever room. But I can be a very devious and determined bitch and not so long ago I found a way around his limitations.
He had begun to work a shift pattern that meant that one week in three he was on nights, and I took to surfing the web when he wasn't there. It didn't take me long to find a site where people go on webcam and let other people watch them. Yes, I know now that there is probably no end of such sites, but until then I didn't. The point is that this has given me an outlet for my exhibitionistic tendencies. I can strip off and show myself off on my webcam to dozens of men – and some women - without ever leaving my living room. I have to be careful to make sure that the camera is angled so that it never shows my face, but otherwise everything I have is on display, and I do mean everything, and in a variety of different poses and positions. I even masturbate and use a vibrator on myself on camera, but the best is when I have an orgasm on cam, and that's pretty regular. You can have no idea how much of a turn on it is to know I have an audience, and to read their comments as they scroll down the screen. Most are complimentary, many contain suggestions as to what I should do and how I should do it, and a good number propose meeting up for sex. But that's not the idea; I just get a kick from people seeing me having fun on my own.
I must admit that I wish I could get the communication that would come with looking at my audience in the eye as I play, like I did so briefly with that first young man. But that's not really possible because almost all the cams are pointed away from faces, and seeing someone on a screen is a bit second-hand anyway. God, it would be so much better and hotter if my audience was actually present in the same room. In fact my ideal would be if Peter was prepared to fuck me in front of other people and let them see his cock going up me, but that is never going to happen and as I'm not prepared to let some unknown male from off the internet do it I had to resign myself to making do with playing by myself for all to see.
But then something happened when I bumped into one of our neighbours in the street that I thought would put even that in jeopardy.
'I saw you last night,' Gavin stated bluntly.
I just stood and stared at him, hoping he didn't mean what I thought he meant and scared stupid that he did. I looked around quickly, making sure nobody was within earshot.
'I saw you last night on the internet.' He expanded slightly.
'What do you mean?' I asked, knowing exactly what he meant and feeling the blood draining from my face. I wasn't so much bothered by him seeing me, because that was what I was doing it for; it was the implications that went with it that scared me. What if he'd recorded it and showed Peter. And, how did he know it was me in the first place.
'I saw you showing off on that website.' He named it and it was the right one.
'How do you know it was me, it could have been anyone.' I realised even as I spoke that saying that was tantamount to an admission of guilt.
'Hold your hand out.' I did as I was told. 'That's how. You didn't think to take those rings off and I recognised them. How many people do you know wears a dragon biker ring on their hand along with a Celtic patterned one?'
'Somebody else could do.' I was grasping at straws and I knew it, my choice of jewellery is a bit out of the ordinary.
'Yes, they could.' He acknowledged with a shrug. 'But what would be the chances of them having a fairy ornament on the bookshelf behind them as well?'
I was, as they say, caught bang to rights. Now I was suddenly petrified that he would tell Peter and I would be in a real mess. He must have seen my fear, for his next quick words were obviously intended to reassure.
'Don't worry, I'm not about to make trouble for you.'
'Thank you.' I told him, mightily relieved before I abruptly wondered what he was going to do, and why he had told me instead of keeping quiet and enjoying a free show. If he was thinking of sleeping with me in exchange for his silence he had another think coming. He's a very sexy man, but as I said before, though I love to show off I wasn't looking for anything else. Not right then, anyway.
'I'll be watching again, you don't mind, do you?'
I wasn't sure if the question was rhetorical, I mean, I couldn't stop him, could I, and anyway, as I said before, that was what I was doing it for. I thought about it and the idea that I would know who one of my audience was quite appealed to me. I could look at all the cocks on show and wonder which, if any, was his.
'No, I don't mind. In fact I'd like that.'
He paused and I could seem him wrestling with something he wanted to say, wondering if he dare I supposed. Finally he came out with it.
'How about a private show?'
I hadn't expected that and for a moment it took me aback. But the thought of it sent a thrill down my spine. It would be a hell of a turn on to have a good looking man watching me in real life.
'Just to watch?' I asked him. 'Not to touch.'
'Yes.' He answered, his eyes lighting up at my unexpected interest. 'I wouldn't do anything except watch you.'
I thought about it, part of me wanting to have nothing to do with the idea in case it went wrong, and part of me desperate to try it. You can guess which part won. The thought of a man like Gavin watching me from literally only feet away was too good to pass up.
'There would be conditions.' I told him, thinking about what I could get out of it. 'Absolutely no touching, and I mean that.' He nodded excitedly. 'No complaining if I feel I have to call it off, and...' I paused myself then, unsure if I should say what was in my mind. 'And you do the same thing.'
He frowned as if not quite sure what I meant.
'If I'm going to let you watch me, then you have to let me watch you.'
'You mean that you want me to wank myself off as well?' He sounded part incredulous and part eager, mostly eager.
'Yes, strip off naked and wank, just like I do.' I was feeling more in control now.
His silence seemed to last forever, then. 'Yes, I'll do that, and I promise not to touch you.'
I giggled at that, because it suddenly struck me how ludicrous it would sound to anyone who overheard us negotiating the terms of a wanking session.
'Then you're on.' I told him, seeing his face split in a huge grin, just like mine. 'But if it's going to be this week it'll have to be tomorrow night, because after that Peter will be at home in the evening for the next fortnight.'
'I'm sorry, I can't. I've got to go to a seminar tomorrow and I won't be back until Saturday.' He shrugged apologetically.
I felt my spirits sink even as he opened his mouth. I hadn't realised quite how much I wanted it to happen until then, but I managed to fake a look of unconcern. 'Oh well. We'll just have to wait a couple of weeks, won't we?'
I gave him my number with instructions to text me after a fortnight to tell me what evenings he had free. If he'd realised how dry my mouth was and how much my heart was thumping he might have cancelled his seminar in case I'd chickened out by then. One thing was for sure, when I went online the following evening - without the telltale rings and accompanying fairy - I put on the sexiest show ever, just in case he was watching in his hotel room. I wanted to show him something to be sure he remained interested, even with the no contact arrangement. But by the time the fortnight had gone I'd become certain that he'd back out because my unambiguous rule against touching would put him off.
Then the long hoped for text finally arrived and my heart leapt to find that he was still keen, and that he was free almost every evening for the coming week. We quickly arranged an early meet. I'd been certain I wouldn't hear from him, or if I had, that he would have wanted to change our agreement - and I still wasn't intending anything more than a mutual watching session. So sure was I that, when my doorbell rang and I let him in, the very first thing I did was to remind him of our agreed boundaries.
'You can look, but you can't touch. You do understand that, don't you?'
He smiled. 'Looking is all I want to do. I saw you Friday evening and you were so hot that I think just watching you in the flesh is about all I could cope with.'
'Thank you. I'm glad you saw me, I was thinking of you.' I was pleased that he'd actually seen me, but I think I blushed as I admitted he was on my mind.
I think he picked up on my embarrassment, for we both suddenly went quiet.
'Don't forget to let me watch you.' I reminded him to break the silence.
'Oh yes.' He nodded. 'I haven't forgotten.'
Another silence, this time because neither of us was sure how to start things off.
'I'll get some tissues, ready for when you...' I told him, blushing again and turning abruptly to make for the sanctuary of the kitchen.
I took a deep breath, asking myself did I really want to do this with all its attendant risks if Peter ever found out, because he wouldn't see the difference between exhibitionism and playing away. The straight answer was that I did want to do it, very much, I could feel myself damp already, and in any case, if Peter ever discovered that I'd been putting on displays on the internet I'd be in just as much trouble – and I had absolutely no intention of stopping. I couldn't go without that. I even fantasized that the camera was on when he and I made love in private. I was rapidly becoming obsessed. I grabbed the box of tissues, squared my shoulders, rehearsed to myself how I'd thought it should go, took another deep breath and marched back into the living room.
'Okay, here's what we'll do.' I told him, sounding a lot more authoritarian than I felt. I plonked the tissues decisively down on a side table and turned an armchair so that it directly faced the sofa. Then I surveyed the layout as if looking to see that it met my satisfaction, although really I was just getting my nerve up for the next bit.
'Right. We'll take our things off, and then you sit there.' I pointed to the armchair, trying to stop myself from visibly trembling with nervous excitement. 'And I'll take the sofa.'
I looked at him until he nodded and began to unbutton his shirt, and then I reached for the zip at the back of my dress. This was it.
Bizarrely, the moment I was naked all my anxieties disappeared and I could look forward to what we were going to do. I must say that I could hardly have picked a better partner to do it with. Gavin's body was beautiful, maybe a little hirsute for my choice but fit and toned without being over muscled, and as for his cock, wow! He was long and hard with a purple head that peeped out from an abundant foreskin. I almost regretted my no touching rule – almost.
I could see him looking me up and down as I turned to deposit my panties with the rest of my clothing, and so I deliberately gave him a profile, knowing that my nipples were standing out like the proverbial organ stops. I'm blonde, so they're not very dark and a profile is probably the best way to see how long they are. But my colouring does have its advantages, because it also means that my bush is naturally light and my pussy is easy to keep smooth, which in turn means that my naturally long clitoris is constantly on show whenever my legs are apart. Even so, I like the way I am, and apparently so does my online audience. Now I would see if Gavin thought the same in the flesh.
I sat in the centre of the sofa with my knees together and waited for Gavin to compose himself comfortably in the chair opposite. Only then did I very deliberately open my legs and let him look at my pussy, cocking my head to one side and smiling as if asking for his opinion.
'You are beautiful.' He whispered hoarsely, saying just what I wanted to hear.
'You ain't so bad either.' I stared pointedly at his cock, wanting him to know how much I liked the look of it.
He grinned lopsidedly and took a hold of it, running his hand gently along its length, not yet masturbating, more just showing it off. I could do better than that. I raised my open legs and rested my feet on the sofa either side of me, showing him everything, and then, just to make sure, I reached down and used a finger and thumb to hold my labia apart and let him see my engorged clitoris and the shiny opening to my vagina. He didn't speak, but I could see the lust in his eyes.
'Let's do it.' I muttered.
Now he began to play with himself in earnest, not wanking frenetically yet but sliding his hand along his shaft a little more quickly and gripping it more firmly than before so that his foreskin closed over the purple head of his cock before exposing it again as his hand moved away. God it looked so damn sexy. I started to play properly with myself too, using two fingers on my clit, stroking it, rubbing it, playing with its tip, moaning softly to myself at the same time with pure delight. Gavin gripped the arm of his chair with his free hand, showing the intensity of his pleasure in his grasp, while I used mine on my breast, squeezing hard, tugging at my nipple, almost hurting myself in my excitement. We gazed intently into each other's faces, seeing the pleasure that we were both experiencing, conscious of our active fingers without really looking at them. I think that to anyone watching it would have been one of the most erotic sights they could ever see; certainly it very quickly had both Gavin and me breathing heavily and on the way to coming.
There was no way we could keep playing so deliberately and so sexily for long, the circumstances were making us both just too bloody horny for that. Soon our hands started to speed up without any real conscious intention, and very quickly I had one hand that was gripping hard into my breast while the fingers of the other flew back and forth across the tip of my clit. Gavin stared at me openly for a while and then his head dropped back onto the chair and he watched from under half closed lids, muttering from arousal, his hand now pistoning along his cock. He too was clearly on his way to a climax.
I came first, and God, was it good. I can't say my orgasm was unexpected, but it was certainly very quick and very sudden. It kind of just detonated inside me and I was totally swept along with it, out of control. It was far stronger than any I got online and even than the ones I enjoyed with my husband. Perhaps it was the illicit nature of it, or perhaps it was because a man's eyes were fixed on me, but for whatever reason it was the strongest I can ever recall having. All I can remember is gasping out loud, my head thrown back and my hips jerking. My fingers were pressing hard onto my clit now, and my other hand was grabbing at my breast to the point of real pain, but I didn't care, I just came and came and came.
Eventually of course it subsided, much to my regret, and I slumped back in my seat, panting for breath and shaky with excitement, my hands lying limp and still against my skin. I was still jolting with the little orgasmic aftershocks that kept running through me, but I licked dry lips and raised my eyes back to Gavin.
'Fuck, that was something.' I gasped.
He nodded without speaking, wanking himself furiously with one hand and with his free hand now cupping his balls. He wasn't quite there yet, but he was obviously on the brink. I wondered vaguely if he knew where the tissues were, but before I could remind him, or say anything at all, he suddenly clambered to his feet and staggered across to me, still wanking frantically. For a moment I panicked, thinking he was about to break our no touching rule, but then I realised what he intended and I opened my legs wide again, taking my hands from my body to let him shoot his load over me.
He stood between my legs, leaning over me and steadying himself with a hand on the back of the sofa. I watched him wanking from only a foot or so away, waiting eagerly for him to spray me with cum. He clearly intended to cum on my face and I opened my mouth in anticipation, wishing that he would come on my pussy instead, but in the end he couldn't quite aim it accurately. A few wayward spots did land on my cheek but he was so out of control with arousal that his first spurt sent a long string of cum across my breasts and the next one over my belly. After that he just let it shoot anywhere over me, none of it landing where he or I actually wanted it to. I didn't really mind, the feel of his warm cream spattering down on my skin was wonderful, regardless of where it landed, and I remember thinking as it happened that it didn't matter because there would be other occasions.
Soon he was empty, milking the last drops from his cock to land on my thigh before staggering back to drop into his chair, gasping for breath and looking as drained as I felt. We sat there silently, just gazing in wonderment at each other while we both got our breath back. I felt his cum, cooling now, trickle down from my body and it made me shiver with enjoyment and I collected a little on my fingertip, placing it seductively between my lips. It tasted so nice I collected some more, licking my fingers while gazing at him in a silent plea for an encore.
'Sorry, I shouldn't have done that.' He apologised, misreading my expression.
He shouldn't have really, showering me with spunk was probably just as intimate as physical contact, but I didn't care, I'd loved it. I didn't even think it counted as a breach of our agreement.
'Yes you should have.' I corrected him. 'I liked it.'
Now we sat in naked silence, contemplating what we had done and what we might easily do again while we looked at each other's bodies. I could see his eyes flitting around me looking at my breasts and the join of my legs. My feet were on the floor now and my knees nearly together, but I deliberately let them drift apart again so that he could see my pussy. It was nice to be appreciated. I was appreciating him too, enjoying what I saw even with his cock flaccid and shrunken. It would be nice to see it back to full erection. I almost felt an urge to go across and help it recover.
'Can you come again?' I asked.
'Yes, but you'll have to wait a while.' He replied, smiling ruefully. 'Can you?'
'Yes.' I told him, feeling a kind of soft sexy lassitude. 'I can usually come several times.'
'Good.'
'But you know that anyway.' I reminded him about my online sessions that he had seen.
He nodded and then we lapsed back into silence. But I didn't want our session to end and so I let my legs fall wider apart and reached between them, not really expecting to bring myself off again yet, but intent on keeping things going.
It was really nice, just gently touching myself while Gavin watched. Then he did the same, taking his limp cock in his hand and just lightly playing with it.
We stayed like that for a little while, I'm not sure quite how long, just watching each other playing without putting any real energy into it. But then I began to feel my arousal reassert itself and I started to stroke myself more intently, I was getting turned on properly again so I ran my fingers up and down my slit, spreading my labia to stroke the inside and at the same time give Gavin a better view.
'That looks nice.' He told me quietly. 'And it's working.' He showed me his semi erect cock.
I smiled at him, rubbing my clit a little more vigorously before sliding two fingers into my vagina. He moaned with pleasure at the sight and I knew we would probably both eventually reach another orgasm. It would be slower and less urgent, but I knew from experience that second and subsequent climaxes took longer but were often so much more satisfying. I slid my fingers deeper inside myself, fingering myself harder as my excitement built, watching Gavin's cock slowly come back to life as he stared at me and what I was doing.
Soon we were both doing it with serious purpose, trying to make ourselves come again, the only sounds those of our gasps of pleasure, the wet sounds of my fingers plunging in and out of my pussy and the softer sounds of Gavin's fingers stroking his cock. It was not going to be quick for either of us, but it promised to be worth it.
'Do it kneeling.' He demanded suddenly.
'What?' I asked, hearing what he said but being caught so by surprise that my reply was automatic.
'You know.' He went on. 'Kneel on the sofa facing backwards and do it.'
I took a long look at his fully erect cock before I agreed. It was a position I often used when I was online, presenting my bottom to the camera to give an even more intimate view of me that included... well, that included both holes and everything else. The only thing was that I wouldn't be able to watch him, and it did leave me very open to invasion. But I loved showing off and he had promised. I stood up and turned around, repositioning myself on the sofa as he had requested, my rear end sticking out and my knees wide apart.
I couldn't see him but I knew he was looking at me and so I reached beneath me for my pussy, finding the entrance and pushing my fingers deep inside. Once again I was masturbating hard, knowing I had an audience, waiting for my climax and wanting to come. I could hear the sounds of Gavin's hand on his cock and his heavy breathing and I knew he was doing the same. I didn't really mind that I couldn't see him, I would hear him come and he could see me, that was all that mattered.
'I can see your crack and it looks lovely.' He whispered unexpectedly. 'Can I come on it?'
The idea of his cum running down my crack gave me an unexpected thrill.
'Yes.' I gasped back, wondering how long before he came and hoping he would hit his target this time.
For a minute or two we carried on playing, but then I heard him clamber to his feet and lurch across to me. His free hand landed on my back as he steadied himself. I knew it was strictly speaking a breach of our agreement but I told myself he was only lining himself up. I moved my hand out of the way and gripped the back of the sofa, waiting for him to climax.
He shuffled a little closer and I tensed myself ready, but instead of feeling his warm cum on me I felt something tapping a kind of rapid light tattoo at the base of my spine. For a moment I wondered what was happening, but then I realised it was the end of his cock lightly beating against me as he wanked. Moving from the chair to stand behind me had delayed his climax. Now we were breaking the rules, but it didn't seem to matter – his cock might be touching me, but it wasn't inside me and so I told myself we weren't cheating. One thing was for sure though, when he came he could hardly miss his target and that thought gave me another kick. But then, just to make certain, I leaned my face on the back of the sofa and reached back with both hands to pull my cheeks as wide apart as I could.
Until you do it you can never imagine what a thrill it is to be kneeling with your back to man who is wanking himself into your wide open crack. The anticipation of that first spurt is wonderful. I knelt there listening to his loud gasps and feeling his increasingly erratic movements behind me, just waiting for that moment.
It wasn't too long. It seemed like forever at the time, but really it was only a couple of minutes before he gasped out to tell me he was coming and his pressed his cock into the top of my crack. He jerked forward, jabbing himself at me, as his first spurt gushed out, flooding along my crack and making me moan with pleasure. I loved it, and then he jolted forward again, his cock sliding down my crack on the slippery trail his cum had left and gushing more cream as it did so, and I loved that even more. It was something I'd never experienced before, but I knew right then that I'd want to feel a man's cum trickling down my crack like that again.
He knew what was happening, for now he guided his cock up and down my crack as he came, pushing forward instinctively between my widespread cheeks, almost at one point penetrating my anus in the process. I thought it was accidental, but afterwards I wondered if it was – and I also wondered if I would have stopped him if it wasn't. I was so turned on right then that I might just have let him take me there. But he didn't really try to enter me, so I'll never know.
When he had finished and stumbled back to his seat I was absolutely running with his cum, I could feel it trickling over my anus and down onto my pussy. I let go now and allowed my cheeks to close on it, getting them wet and slimy and feeling so erotic because of it. I reached beneath me, finding the little rivulet of cum and collecting it on my fingertips, and then I did something that surprised me even at the time. Instead of tasting it I pushed my cum-covered fingers into my vagina and began to finger myself again.
It didn't take me long to cum, I think knowing that I had some of Gavin's cum inside me, albeit only from my fingers and not from his cock, helped me to climax. And so did knowing he was sitting behind me watching my sticky fingers delving inside my pussy. It was another extremely powerful orgasm, stronger even than the one before, that made me shake uncontrollably, holding my fingers hard inside me as I shuddered and trembled through all the surges of pleasure that I was feeling. I know I was vocal, although if it was just unintelligible sounds or actual words I have no idea, and I daren't ask Gavin in case it was. Then, when it was done, my knees just folded and I sat back on my haunches, clinging to the back of the sofa until I had enough control to turn over and slump heavily onto my seat, shocked by the power of my own orgasm.
'That was awesome.' I declared breathlessly.
'And for me as well.' He agreed. 'Can we do it again another time?'
I knew what the answer had to be. The experience was out of this world and I definitely wanted a repeat, even though we had come perilously close to going further than we should. We arranged to meet again the evening after next and I went to bed to lay thinking about what I had just so thoroughly enjoyed, my fingers playing gently with my clit until I fell asleep.
When I let him in the next time we both felt a little bit cagey, unsure how the other felt about what we had been up to. I wondered how Gavin was feeling about it, but before I could broach the subject he saved me the trouble.
'Are you regretting it?' He asked without needing to say what. 'I'm not, but if you are then we don't have to do it again, I can always go home.'
'Don't you dare!' I burst out, the forcefulness of my exclamation an answer in itself.
'Okay, okay, I won't.' He threw his hands up in mock surrender and burst out laughing, my relieved giggles following an instant behind.
'I'll make us a coffee and then we'll undress.' I told him firmly when our mirth subsided, then promptly changed my mind. 'No, we'll undress and then drink our coffees. That way you won't run off.'
'I won't run off anyway,' He told me as he began unbuttoning his shirt. 'Where else will I see such a gorgeously sexy sight?'
I felt like telling him to look in the mirror, but instead I too began to strip.
Once we were naked it didn't seem a problem, it seemed acceptable, even normal, to be looking at his rock solid erection while drinking coffee. I knew I should have felt guilty, being naked with another man while my husband was at work, but I rationalized it by telling myself that if Peter had gone along with my exhibitionistic fantasy, then I wouldn't have had to enlist help from someone else. Strange what your mind will do to justify your actions isn't it? In any case, I said to myself, we were mostly watching each other, not really touching, and I hadn't had sex with Gavin, even though that was a tempting thought. But, I reminded myself, we'd got pretty damn close and I'd better be careful not to let things get out of hand this time.
'Am I going to need tissues this time?' He asked as he emptied his cup. I knew what he meant; he was asking if he could come over me again. Of course he could.
'Not unless you're too lazy to come closer.' I told him with a smile, letting my legs drift apart once again.
'I'll come anywhere you want.' He teased.
'Then shoot over my pussy, please.' It was what I had wanted before and this time I intended to get it.
'From how close.' He asked, his fingers beginning to stroke his erection.
'From as close as you want.' I told him, my own hand making its way between my legs. I wasn't consciously thinking it, but I was half hoping his cock might rap against my pussy like it had before on my bum. It was as close as I dare get to what I was beginning to really want. Maybe Gavin was thinking along those lines as well.
We sat there opposite each other, masturbating quietly, both thinking about the rather bizarre but highly erotic situation we had made for ourselves. Never in a million years would I have expected to be doing what I was doing, my legs wide, my feet planted once more on the sofa either side of me, exposing my pussy to Gavin as I rubbed myself to a climax. I could see him avidly watching me and I could hardly take my eyes off of that wonderful long cock of his either. I have to admit that the sight of its blood-darkened head repeatedly exposed and then hidden by his foreskin was getting to me.
I was rubbing myself quite lightly at first, but I very soon felt the first signs of an oncoming orgasm and so I began to do it more rapidly and harder until my fingertips were once more flying back and forth over my clit. It was then that I noticed that Gavin was still wanking more serenely, gently stroking his length as if determined not to make himself come. Momentarily I wondered why, until I realised he probably wanted me to come first so that we could both get to a second climax together. That made me feel good, I loved him seeing me come and so I strummed even harder, rewarded by feeling my orgasm creep swiftly closer and closer until it was there. Once again it was tremendously powerful; once more I was jolting in my seat and calling out from the intensity of it. What we were doing together was bringing me off massively, temporarily draining me and when my climax finally faded away this time I slumped back in my seat, spent and trembling from its effects.
If it was good having him watch me masturbate, then leaving my legs open and having Gavin gazing at me directly afterwards was equally so. I knew I was wet and shiny and bright, my clitoris still standing clear of its hood and my vagina still wide and welcoming, and I wanted him to see it, to know that I wanted him to spray it with cum. I used my free hand to spread my pussy, opening it to his view as I had before, remembering our first time when I thought he would aim his load at my pussy, but he aimed at my mouth and missed anyway. I didn't want that to happen again so I stretched myself wide, looking down, silently telling him where I wanted his cum to land.
Gavin nodded, still playing with himself, but now he did it more eagerly, knowing apparently what was expected of him. I watched him, watched his hand sliding back and forth along his shaft, seeing the look of growing concentration on his face. Suddenly he looked at me waiting for him and then stumbled to his feet, lurching across to kneel between my legs. I thought he must be about to come, a bit quickly but I didn't mind that, so I was surprised when he shuffled forward and pressed the tip of his cock against my clit, looking questioningly at me as if asking permission. I didn't answer, in truth I was too shocked to know how to answer and he must have taken my silence as permission for he started rub the tip of his cock from side to side across the tip of my clit, masturbating both of us at the same time.
The sensation of having the hard tip of his cock against my engorged clit was beautiful, it was something I'd never experienced before but I sure as hell want to again. I just moaned softly and sat back, holding my legs away to let him get to me.
It wasn't long before I felt another orgasm gathering and I could see by the tight look on his face that he was near too. For a moment I wondered if he would slide his cock up and down my slit as he came, spraying his cum along the whole length, maybe instinctively pushing against my slippery wet entrance as he had previously at my anus. I wondered how I should react, and then I knew, I knew exactly what I wanted.
'Are you close?' I asked him.
'Yes, nearly there.' He gasped his reply.
'Good.' I told him eagerly. 'When you do.' I paused before I said it. 'Come inside me.'
He looked at me sharply.
'Yes.' I assured him, nodding and grinning in expectation. 'I want you to push it up me and come inside me.'
He groaned in anticipation, his eyes closing briefly as he rubbed himself on me quicker and harder. I wanted us both to come together with his cock right up inside me, but I wasn't sure I would last until he came.
I did last, but only because he came almost at once, hastily pushing his cock down my slit until it penetrated me almost by itself before he rammed himself forward, pushing himself deep inside me with his cock jerking in its impatience. He groaned loudly and then we both came, pushing against each other and gasping loudly as he poured his cum up inside me and my passage gripped at his shaft as if to make sure I got it all.
When he was empty we just stayed in the same position for a little while with his softening cock still buried inside me, both staring silently into each other's faces, surprised at what we had done. But then he pulled away and I lowered my legs, still without saying anything until he subsided onto the sofa alongside me, ignoring his previous seat.
'I didn't think you wanted to do that.' He said finally.
'Neither did I.' I whispered, feeling confused at crossing the line into definite cheating. 'But it was gorgeous.'
Gavin smiled and then reached out and took my hand as if to reassure me and we sat, still naked, holding hands like teenagers. I don't think either of us quite knew what to say to each other and so we just sat there trying to figure out what to do next. But then I was suddenly sure of what I wanted. I let go of his hand, slid from my seat and knelt in front of him, looking at his flaccid cock and noticing that it was still sticky with my juices and his own cum. For a few seconds I just knelt there and gazed at him, enjoying the sight of the only cock besides my husband's that had ever been up inside me. Then I did what I wanted to do, I leaned forward and took him in my mouth, running my tongue around it and tasting both of us.
He grunted softly and relaxed, letting me lick and suck at his cock, holding the soft flesh into my mouth and massaging it with my tongue. It took a while but eventually I began to get the result I needed and I felt it begin to lengthen and stiffen in my mouth. At first I took as much of it as I could, my head bobbing steadily up and down, but then I used my hand to stroke his shaft, swirling my tongue around his glans and hearing him moan with pleasure.
'Do you want me to come in your mouth?' He asked me all at once.
I glanced up, surprised at his question. 'No.' I answered taking his cock from my mouth and shaking my head. 'There's something else I want you to do.'
He looked down at me puzzled, not yet understanding what I had in mind.
It was time. I let go of his cock and took hold of his hand, pulling him from the sofa as I lay back on the floor.
'Let's do it properly.' I whispered, opening my legs and making my intention clear at last.
'You sure?' He asked, making the question almost rhetorical by kneeling between my widespread thighs and lowering himself on top of me without waiting for the answer.
'I'm sure.' I gasped as his cock found my entrance and slid inside.
He must have known we would do it eventually because as soon as he was inside he began to thrust hard into me. There was no hesitation, no reticence; he simply pounded me hard and fast, not even slowing when I came again almost straight away. I simply had to wrap my arms and legs around him and hang on as my body shuddered and jolted its way through one hell of a climax.
Even when I lay beneath him, gasping for breath in the aftermath of my orgasm he didn't pause, he just kept plunging into me as hard and as deep as he could, crashing into me, banging against the insides of my thighs and my pubic bone. I was going to be sore and I was going to have some bruises to either hide or explain, but I didn't care, I was being fucked like never before. Peter never fucked me - he made love to me - but right just then I needed fucking and I was getting it. I know it shouldn't have, but it felt good to be so thoroughly fucked.
Soon I sensed that he getting close to coming, his strokes were becoming erratic, his gasps and grunts more laboured and his face was becoming screwed up, eyes closed and mouth held in a rictus of ecstasy. I gazed up at him, aware that I too was on my way to another climax, wondering if we could come together. I knew with absolute certainty that it was going to happen, I could feel it building and building, it was just a case of when.
In the end we did it, we came at exactly the same moment. Gavin slammed himself into me with a long drawn out growl and I felt his cock twitching and spurting inside me just as my own dam burst and pleasure, pure unremitting pleasure, flooded through me. We both moaned and gasped as our climaxes sent sensation after sensation chasing each other through our bodies. I can only speak for myself, although I'm sure Gavin would say much the same thing, I have never, ever, come so hard in my life. Even when it was over I lay there clinging to him, feeling his weight sprawled on top of me, while little aftershocks made me jerk and gasp beneath him. Eventually his softening cock slid from me and he rolled away to collapse beside me, panting for breath, covered in a sheen of sweat and staring silently at the ceiling.
'When did you get the idea to have sex with me?' He asked in the end.
I shook my head. 'I didn't, it just sort of seemed right.'
'Yeah.' He turned his head to look at me. 'I think the idea of us having sex seduced us both rather than either one of us seducing the other.
'It just sort of crept up on us, step by step, didn't it?'
He smiled. 'Step by step.' He repeated contentedly. 'I like step by step.' |
Starting All Over Again | 26,264 | 4.51 | 1,490,955 | [
"smoking",
"smoking fetish",
"fetish"
] | *\*Standard Disclaimer: This story deals with the fetish of smoking. If that's not your cup of tea please move on. Nothing you may say will change anyone's opinions about the topic. Some of us find attractive women who smoke to be utterly erotic. I am one of them.
For those who enjoy my smoking tales, please indulge me as I indulge my other fetish in the way the main female character dresses. What a woman wears isn't important to most men, but if you have some other 'thing' and mine isn't yours, just substitute something else and enjoy.
In my high school (outside of Seattle, Washington) we had a very pretty girl who was a cheerleader who also smoked. One of the two best-looking guys in our school was a Mormon and asked her out knowing she smoked. They started dating and I clearly remember her saying one day, "He's only giving me two weeks to quit!"
As an aside, his older brother went on a two-year Mormon mission somewhere in Europe and ended up getting excommunicated for having sex while on his mission. The woman he 'gave in to' evidently pursued him relentlessly, and I've incorporated both of those themes in this story.*
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February of 2012
"It's so unfair! Mark is only giving me two weeks to quit smoking."
"Two weeks? Where did he come up with that?" her best friend, Sarah Miller, said as she took a long draw on her cigarette.
"He said he read somewhere that's how long it takes to end the physical addiction. But he doesn't know how hard it is to quit!"
"That is just so unreasonable!" Sarah said in agreement. She also loved to smoke and couldn't imagine being given an ultimatum to quit.
"I know, but he's so cute and I want to go out with him again SO bad!"
"Well, then I guess you have a choice to make. If you want to date a Mormon boy you're going to have to quit smoking."
"I know, I know. But I love smoking! This is just so unfair!"
Kelli Powell had been smoking for just over a year now and deeply addicted for the last 9-10 months. It was amazing how she went from occasionally smoking with her friends at parties then after school which soon became before school until she found herself needing and now wanting to smoke all of the time.
She noticed the real change came not long after she started having a cigarette—or two—before school. Within a week of doing so, she found herself coming out of her skin by lunch time. After lunch was wretched. Her need to smoke had driven her into the smoke-filled girls' bathroom that first time and once the other girls who smoked accepted her, it became an oft-repeated ritual every day at school.
She'd also told her parents she'd started smoking, and while they weren't happy about it, they told her they understood and asked her not to hide it from them. After all, both of her parents smoked and they knew full well how their daughter felt.
Kelli herself had never once questioned her decision to start smoking until Mark Harding, by far the best-looking guy in not only in the senior class, but in the entire school, asked her to go to the senior prom with him. She was so shocked and so thrilled she hadn't been able to eat, sleep, or think clearly for days after. In fact, she found herself smoking more than she ever had out of pure nervousness because, like so many other girls she went to school with, she'd dreamed of this many times, but never once thought he'd ever ask her.
She and quite a few other girls in her high school, located in a city just outside of Seattle, Washington, had had a crush on Mark for a very varying lengths of time. He was not only the school's top running back on the football team and captain of the wrestling team, he very handsome. He was good-looking enough to be a male model, but he was also humble and polite making him popular with pretty much everyone, male and female, students and teachers.
To her credit, Kelli was one of the two best-looking girls in school and from that perspective at least, she knew she could compete with any of the other girls cute guys said were hot. However, she wasn't a Mormon and Mark had always and only ever gone out with Mormon girls before. That is, until he surprised Kelli and everyone else by asking her to the prom. Even so, in her heart of hearts, Kelli knew he would never get serious with, let alone marry, a girl who didn't share his faith and yet, at 18, marriage had been the last thing on her mind. But now here was this amazingly gorgeous Mormon boy for whom marriage was the be-all, end-all, and suddenly anything seemed possible.
"So one step at a time, right?" she began telling herself. As they say, first comes love, then comes marriage which is, of course, followed by a baby in a baby carriage. From what she knew about most Mormons, that meant a whole bunch of babies. For now, she just needed a cigarette really, really bad.
She learned soon after he'd asked her that he knew from his friends she smoked and that gave her hope it might not be an issue. Or at least not a major issue. Then again, even if it was, for Mark Harding, Kelli thought she might just possibly be willing to do anything necessary, if she had a real shot at dating him beyond the senior prom.
Quitting was the last thing she wanted to do, but if that was the only way she could be his girlfriend—and that meant his only girlfriend—then she just might be willing to do it. But unless he asked, she had no intention of volunteering, and secretly she hoped the issue just wouldn't come up. And it didn't. At least not until during the prom.
The evening of the big dance finally arrived, and Kelli had gone a couple of hours without a cigarette. She'd had one an hour before getting ready then brushed her teeth and kept a steady stream of breath mints coming until Mark arrived to pick her up. Now, some four hours later, although she was otherwise having the time of her life, she old familiar feeling of nicotine withdrawal was making her skin crawl. Every fiber of her being was crying out for a cigarette. Her body craved nicotine so badly it was almost physically painful.
When she couldn't stand it any longer, she finally told him she HAD to have a cigarette. He told her, "Okay. That's fine, but I won't dance with you or kiss you if I can taste it—at all."
Kelli wanted to protest, but the need to smoke was overwhelming. She grabbed Sarah and asked her to go outside with her. Both of them lit up, but Kelli wasn't just smoking, she was desperate. She inhaled three times in a row as deeply as she physically could. "Oh, my God! That is so good!" she said as she finally exhaled a massive plume into the dark, cold night air.
"Does Mark know you're out here?"
"Yes, but he's not happy about it," she told her as she took another huge drag followed by two more and finally another two, finishing her cigarette in record time.
She popped a handful of breath mints into her mouth and went back inside. She asked two of her non-smoking friends if her breath was okay and both of them told her it smelled minty. Satisfied, she found Mark and stood next to him. "Are you mad at me?" she asked nervously the way high school kids worry about every little comment.
"No, I'm not mad. But I'm not going to go start dating a girl—any girl—who smokes no matter how pretty she is."
This was not only the first party or event she couldn't smoke at whenever she wanted, she couldn't even have a drink, and although Kelli wasn't a big drinker, she really wanted one in the worst way. Of course, drinking meant more smoking and...
She tried not to think about it as they danced to a slow song. Kelli knew this probably wasn't the best time to bring it up, but she was already wanting another cigarette so she said, "It's not really fair of you to give me just two weeks to quit doing something I enjoy so much."
"That's all the time you need to get the nicotine out of your body if you'll give it a chance. You know smoking is bad for you, right?"
She didn't answer so he said, "And it makes your hair stink..." He pulled away and made a bit of a face. "And kissing a girl who smokes is like licking an ashtray. There's just nothing good about it."
"But I really like it," she told him. "A lot."
"It's nothing but a bad habit, Kelli, and bad habits can be broken."
"So are you saying if I quit you and I can keep going out?" she asked hopefully.
"You're the most attractive girl I know," he told her. "I've wanted to go out with you for quite a while. I like you, Kelli—a lot. But like I said, I don't care how beautiful you are, if you smoke, there's no future for us. So I guess what I'm saying is you have to choose. Cigarettes or me."
"Oh, my God!" she said. "That's so mean!"
"I'm not trying to be all preachy, but I don't like hearing you talk that way, either. Using God's name that way."
Kelli bit her lip as she tried to fight off the urge to argue and an almost overwhelming urge to have another cigarette. She looked up at Mark's handsome face several times knowing what the price of admission was and the whole thing made her very unhappy. It was just so unfair.
"Is it true that if we did start dating—if I quit smoking first of course, that we still can't, you know..."
"Have sex?" he said.
"Well, yeah. I mean, we're 18 and seniors in high school. That's what people our age do, right?"
"I don't know about other people, but I'm going on a mission for my church next year. Missionaries can't do that. Mormons don't do that. We're not perfect and I've done some things I shouldn't have, but I want to marry a Mormon woman in a Mormon temple and raise our children in the Church and in order to do that that means following all of the Church's teachings. I really like you, Kelli. You're a smart girl. You can put the pieces together without me having to say it, right?"
"So...so are you saying you'd marry me? You know, after your mission thingy?"
"If you quit smoking and if you join the Church and if you'll wait for me, I'd say there's a really good chance of that. But like I said, for now, it's either me or cigarettes. How important are they to you?"
Kelli knew the answer. They were very important to her. In fact, until today, they might have been the most important thing in her life. But now she had the chance to date and maybe even marry the hottest and nicest guy in school. But not for almost three more years. And that meant without ever smoking again or having sex. He was very, very hot, but she loved smoking so much.
"Okay. I'll try," she finally told him. "I'm gonna need a lot of help and support because I don't just like smoking, I love to smoke. So...can you be there for me?"
Kelli went through the worst week of her life as she white-knuckled her way past the worst of the physical addiction. The patch helped, but it wasn't enough. True to his word, Mark was there every time she needed him most. That meant early-morning phone calls before school, picking her up before school, walking her straight to every class, having her stay for football practice and sit on the field where he could see her, then taking her home and spending evenings together. And most nights, that meant being on the phone again after they said goodnight. Texting helped, too, but she really needed to hear his voice to fight off the worst of her cravings.
The second week wasn't as physically awful, but it was almost as bad mentally. Kelli thought about smoking every minute of every day, and only the hope of being with Mark Harding got her through it.
After a month, she found herself able to go short periods of time not wanting a cigarette and after four, around the time she joined the Mormon Church, she still only really wanted one first thing in the morning and after a meal.
All in all, it seemed like an equitable trade as Mark had made her feel she was worth the incredible sacrifice. They were 'going steady' and spent nearly all of their free time together. That of course, was a mixed blessing for Kelli who found herself wanting him—all of him, as much as she'd wanted to smoke. However, Mark's faith didn't permit him to do anything beyond kissing, and that included light petting. He couldn't even feel her up and between that absurd restriction and his having essentially forced her to stop smoking, she was often frustrated beyond words. But then again, he was Mark Harding.
By the time Mark left for his two-year mission to Brazil, Kelli had been a member of the church for about a year and regularly attended services. She rarely thought about smoking, but she did still think about sex fairly often, and only the thought of being with the man she loved in another two years kept her on the straight and narrow.
She wrote him nearly every day as that was the only form of communication allowed except for a weekly phone call to his parents. He faithfully wrote her back always letting her know just how much he loved her and couldn't wait to marry her.
She was just one month away from turning 21 and Mark was less than three weeks from his scheduled mission-release date when, for the first time, she hadn't received a letter from him for over a week. There were none the following week, either, and Kelli went from concerned to worried to absolutely freaked out.
No one would tell her anything although she had the impression his mom and dad knew what was going on. It was Sunday morning one week from his mission release date, which meant he should be home in another ten days or so.
Like all good Mormons, Kelli was at church and getting ready to go into the chapel when she heard some kind of commotion out in the foyer. She tried to ignore it until she heard the name 'Mark' for the third time.
Immediately, her mind began racing thinking something terrible had happened to him in Sao Paulo which would explain why he couldn't write. She pictured him in some hospital bed having been hit by a car...or worse.
She made her way to the source of the commotion and...there he was. Mark was standing there with his parents and the bishop who seemed to be fending everyone off.
"Mark?" she said pushing through the crowd. "What's going on? Why are you home? Why didn't you tell me?"
Mark didn't speak as he was ushered right passed her. His father, however, took Kelli by the arm and said, "We need to talk."
"What's going on, Brother Harding?" she asked him as Mark was whisked into the chapel.
"Mark was...Mark had some...some difficulties on his mission," the older man began.
"Difficulties? What kind of...difficulties?" Kelli asked, her eyes searching for answers. "Is he okay? Is he sick or something?"
"Sit down, honey," he told her as he led her into a small classroom.
Kelli didn't want to sit, but she did as she was told.
"Please tell me what's going on," she pleaded.
"Kelli, missionaries are under huge amounts of stress. Two years away from families, no contact with the opposite sex, and that means not even...um...masturbation. It's a very rigid, very regimented life and for a young man like Mark who is, well, as you know, a very good-looking young man and..."
"What...what are you saying, Brother Harding?" Kelli was desperate for information and he wasn't being direct.
"Mark was, well...pursued by a young woman he met in Sao Paulo."
"Pursued? What does that even mean? He's with another missionary every minute of every day 34/7/365. How does a missionary get...pursued?" she demanded to know.
"It can happen. Things can happen. And in Mark's case, something...happened."
Beside herself, Kelli said, "Please just tell me what you're talking about!"
"Mark was sent home and has been excommunicated from the Church."
"Wait. Sent home? Excommunicated? That's the worst possible thing that can happen to us. Why? What did he do? Why has he been excommunicated?"
"Kelli, honey, Mark had...inappropriate relations with this young woman who followed him relentlessly for over a year. Eventually, the temptation was so great he...he succumbed."
"He...succumbed? Would you please speak English and tell me what's going on? What does succumbed mean?" she asked on the verge of crying.
"It means he...they...had sexual relations."
Kelli was dumbfounded. "He...had sex with some girl in Brazil?" she asked unable to understand what she was being told.
"Yes. It was just awful, and while it is very serious, I want to assure you he can be re-baptized again someday after a period of repentance and abstinence, but Mark is no longer a member of the Church."
"I...I waited for three years. I did everything he asked. I loved him...I mean I still love him, but...how could he do this to me?"
"If you still love him, then you can get through this," he told her. "In another year or so he might be able to rejoin the Church and within another year after that, he might be able to take you to the temple to be married. So just a little more patience, okay?"
Kelli didn't speak, but she thought to herself, "Two more years? You have to be kidding me!"
What Kelli didn't know, what she couldn't know, was that Mark no longer even loved her. He'd fallen hard for this Brazilian beauty and had every intention of bringing her to America and marrying her, and she'd made it clear she had no intention of ever joining the Mormon Church and Mark didn't care.
Later that afternoon, Mark finally sat her down and explained it all to Kelli who cried non-stop through it all. He assured her he never meant for this to happen. He told her he really had been in love with her. And yet he no longer was. He was sorry. He felt terrible. And yet his mind was made up. He fully intended to marry this...this new love of his and that was that.
She asked if she could kiss him one last time, but he'd told her he couldn't allow that. Again, he was sorry but...
Emotionally drained beyond words, Kelli went home and crawled into bed and spent the next three days there unable to think or move. Friends from church came by to try and cheer her up, but there was no cheer left in her. On the morning of the fourth day, she dragged herself out of bed, showered and sat down to try and eat something but couldn't. She had a glass of water and went back to bed.
Over the course of the next several days, Kelli battled the relentless feelings of gloom and despair that had enveloped her. She'd always been a happy, upbeat person and the years spent waiting for Mark had been difficult but filled with sweet anticipation. Having had that literally ripped from her life in an instant was pushing her to the breaking point.
After another day spent in bed, she told herself she had to fight back. She had to find a way to get passed this.
Her first step in trying to take back her life came when she forced herself out of bed again that afternoon. Those next two days, that was all she could do, but she did get out of bed. She'd forced herself to drink some more water and finally got down half a piece of dry toast, but otherwise couldn't eat or drink.
The next two days after that, she showered and ate entire piece of toast the first day and two the second day along with a few sips of orange juice. From there, she slowly reintroduced food and beverages into her life, coffee, tea, and alcohol, excluded, of course. Mormonism forbade its members from drinking any of them and although Kelli was too exhausted both mentally and physically to examine her feelings, she was able to run on 'autopilot' and that meant maintaining the status quo until such time as she was able to think things through more clearly.
Several more church friends stopped by during the week and on Saturday, the bishop himself dropped in to see how she was doing.
"Not so well, Bishop Abramson," she told him. "I feel like my whole life just ended. I know that's melodramatic, but I've been waiting for Mark—to marry him—for three years now."
"You'll feel better after attending sacrament meeting tomorrow," he assured her. "In fact, we should give you a blessing beforehand. The power of the priesthood can be very helpful in times like these."
Kelli tried to smile but couldn't. The thought of some old men putting their hands on her head and saying a bunch of words 'to give her strength' seemed absurd.
"I can use all the help I can get," she told him. "It's just so hard to even get out of bed let alone care about anything, you know?"
"Many of us have been hurt in this way, Sister Powell. The key is to remember how much Heavenly Father loves us and to keep putting one foot ahead of the other. Now, how about we pray together?"
Kelli bowed her head and said 'amen' when he finished, but for the first time since she'd joined the Mormon Church, something hit her like a ton of bricks. That 'something' was the realization that prayer was nothing more than a bunch of words directed at the other person rather to some Almighty Being 'up there.'
Her prayers had utterly been ignored and the exact opposite of what she'd prayed for had happened. And just now, the bishop's words sounded like a pep talk meant to motivate her rather than a supplication for divine intervention. It all seemed like a bunch of made-up nonsense to her. Some Being intervening on our behalf (sometimes) the Angel Moroni, the gold plates...all of it was nothing but bullsh... She couldn't bring herself to say the word, but that's what her brain was telling her.
The following morning was Sunday and for the first time since she was in high school, Kelli Powell stayed home. Out of a sense of desperation, she found herself on the internet looking for help rather than sitting around all day feel sorry for herself.
She had no real idea where to even begin so she started by searching for things like 'overcoming depression' or 'getting over a breakup.' She spent a couple of hours reading and chasing links and finding herself feeling a slightly less depressed.
After a another hour or so, she experienced feeling something else she'd never really felt before—anger. She was suddenly angry at Mark. She was angry at the Mormon Church. But most of all, she was angry with herself for wasting three years of life with nothing to show for it!
She then typed in 'Mormon Church isn't true' and was amazed at the number of links that popped up. Initially, most of what she found were writings from Christian fundamentalists who considered Mormonism a cult. To them it wasn't even a Christian religion and the emphasis was on de-converting Mormons and turning them into Baptists or Pentecostals. As revealing as that was, like learning how Joseph Smith and Brigham Young were Master Masons and that the Mormon temple ceremony 'just coincidentally' happened to be very much just like the Masonic temple ritual, it still wasn't what she was looking for.
As she scrolled down, a little further she saw something that caught her eye—a site called 'a safe place for ex-mormons'. Almost from the moment she opened it, she realized this might be exactly what she was looking for.
Link after link was one personal story after the other about how each individual came to grips with the realization the Mormon Church wasn't true or at least was no longer for them.
Another four hours passed before Kelli realized she was hungry for the first time in a week. Not just hungry but famished. She went to the kitchen and made the biggest sandwich she'd ever put together. She poured herself a large glass of skim milk, then went back to the computer and kept reading.
Of the 50 or so links she read through or at least skimmed, the one that interested her the most was from a guy who called himself 'Faithless in Utah.'
Like her, he'd had his heart broken by a Mormon whom he'd loved and planned to marry. Similar to her situation with Mark, his girlfriend had gone off to Brigham Young University while he was on his mission to Germany, and had fallen in love with a recently-returned missionary from New England. His only hint of any problem was the 'Dear John' letter he'd received out of the blue informing him how sorry she was, how she never meant to hurt him, the way it 'just happened', and how in love she was with this new man. The similarities were striking as she said to him most of the same things Mark had told her about this...this...slut-girl in Brazil.
Like Mark, she was determined to marry this new love of hers, and the following summer did so in one of the Mormon temples where marriage is supposedly solemnized forever or for 'all time and eternity' as Mormons say. Like Kelli, he had been devastated by the breakup and like her, began wondering how any loving God could ignore his prayers and allow something like this to happen. He'd gone through the motions and finished his two-year stint, but soon after returning home to Salt Lake City, he'd begun investigating his own growing doubts.
Kelli had no idea who this man was, how old he might be, or whether or not he'd since found someone else. All she knew was he was a kindred spirit in her newfound quest for truth or possibly 'escape'. After debating whether or not to contact him for several minutes, she decided to send him a message.
"Dear Unfaithful in Utah,
I've been a member of the Church for some three years now. Recently, my now ex-boyfriend Mark..."
She poured her heart out in the email detailing how she'd devoted her life to faithfully waiting for him, attending church every Sunday, praying, and reading the scriptures. And all for nought as he had been unfaithful to her and the Church. The only thing she didn't share with him was how the relationship began and her battle with nicotine addiction.
"So now I find myself looking for answers and for some kind of healing and for strength. This site has been...dare I say... a 'blessing'? I have no idea how busy you are (nor do I know anything about you for that matter) but after reading your um...testimony...I felt compelled to share my experience with you. Sign me, Hurting in Seattle."
She hit 'send' then went back to the kitchen where her mom was preparing dinner.
"Looks like someone is feeling better," her mom said happily.
"You know what, Mom? I am. I'm feeling a lot better, as a matter of fact."
"I noticed you didn't go to church today. Is...everything okay?" she said.
"Um...yeah. I think it is and for the first time since, you know...I feel hopeful again," she told her mother.
"You have no idea how happy I am to hear that, honey. Do you feel like helping me make dinner?"
Kelli not only helped her mother, she also ate with her parents, and for the first time in a week, she found herself laughing and almost enjoying herself. Neither her mom nor her dad said too much about it, but she could see the relief in their eyes as their only child slowly came back to them.
She'd had such an enjoyable evening she forgot all about her email and the website until the following morning when she opened her laptop and saw that she had a reply from 'Faithless in Utah.'
She felt a bit like she had on Christmas morning when she was a little girl and even a bit afraid as though she might be doing something very wrong—possibly even sinful—as she clicked on the reply. She was aware her heart was beating faster than normal in anticipation of reading what this stranger had written in his reply when she began reading.
"Dear Hurting in Seattle,
I've received scores of emails from church members looking for help or advice over the last couple of years since I posted that, but yours is the first one that touched me so deeply. Let me say right upfront how sorry I am for you. Losing a love like that is a lot like experiencing the death of someone dear to you. In a sense, it is a kind of death, and the hurt and pain are just as real. Having gone through something very similar, I can assure you that while the hurt is real, I can also promise you it will pass. How quickly it will go away depends on a lot of things, but it will indeed end at some point. And I am equally certain you will one day find someone who will love you for who you are, and you will quite likely find yourself happier than you could have ever imagined.
Clearly, this Mark guy wasn't him, and it seems likely the Mormon Church won't be the place for you to find your new 'Mr. Right.' I could go on for days about my doubts and concerns regarding Mormonism, doubts which led me to request excommunication last year, but I won't bother sharing them with you unless you ask. Just know that I'm here for you and you can feel free to ask me any question at all without fear of judgment. If I can help you in any way on your journey to real truth and peace, please don't hesitate to ask. I wish you all the best, Adam (no relation to the guy in the Garden of Eden story, btw.)"
Kelli read every word quickly then went back and read them again, slowly and carefully before re-reading his reply a third time. Her heart was still beating fast and her mind was going ninety miles an hour. It was all over the map wanting answers to questions, wanting more information about Adam and his journey out of Mormonism. She wanted to know how he got passed his sense of loss and grief, and as silly as it seemed, some part of her yearned to know if somehow, some way, there could be...something more between them. And that is precisely the moment she realized that she was very wet...down there.
Until this week, her first inclination would have been to pray and ask forgiveness. But today, she felt nothing of the sort. In fact, the whole idea of asking forgiveness for something so normal and so natural struck her as...absurd. She also determined then and there that she would use this new fantasy of hers that night to pleasure herself in a way she hadn't done in far too long. And most importantly, she vowed she would feel no shame for doing it.
She sat there for some time mulling over Adam's reply then sat back down and sent him a reply of her own.
"Dear Adam,
I can't tell you how helpful it was to read your reply. Thank you so very much. Doctrinally, I believe I'm already at a point where I think the whole thing is nonsense. I'm not sure I ever really believed it, but love can be a very powerful motivator to get us to do many things. So yes, I'd well...love to know the reasons why you left as that might help me in my decision. :-)
I suppose I mostly just need an understanding, sympathetic friend. Don't worry, I'm not planning on latching onto you like some kind of psychotic stalker. I was just hoping we might be able to stay in touch.
I did have one question, though. How long did it take you to get to the point where you could love again? Or have you gotten there yet? I was so absolutely devoted to this one guy that I haven't even looked at another guy in three years. And now, with all of these rather unusual beliefs clouding my mind, I'm not sure how to proceed, so any advice you might care to offer would be very much appreciated.
PS. I don't why but I'm attaching a pic of myself taken last month. Hopefully I won't scare you away! :-)
Kelli."
Adam Murphy was a 25-year old senior at Utah State University majoring in secondary education. He would be graduating in another two months and already had feelers out looking for a teaching position in the Salt Lake area. He was willing to leave his hometown, but not if that meant moving to some rural area where people saw the world from the narrow, religious perspective he'd once held. He wanted something in between a large, dangerous urban area like Chicago and small-town USA.
He smiled when he saw he had another reply from the sad girl in Seattle and noticed there was an attachment. He opened the email then clicked on the attachment and did a double take.
"Jesus Christ!" he said out loud as he sat there and stared. "That is one of the hottest girls I've ever seen."
Kelli was modestly dressed in a dark-gray skirt that went to the top of her knees and a soft, pretty, light-gray sweater that showed off just how amazing her figure was, but the most beautiful part of the photo was her gorgeous face. She was just flat-out amazingly good looking.
Kelli had long, silky, blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes with a perfect smile and the kind of full, kissable lips any man would love. He couldn't see much of her legs, but what he could see looked just as sensational as everything else.
Adam had been told more times than he could count that he looked like Jakob Dylan, son of the famous singer Bob Dylan, back when he first started recording music for The Wallflowers. The resemblance so uncanny, many of his friends nicknamed him Jake. Nevertheless, he was still a virgin when he went on his mission and remained one when he returned.
That all changed six months later once he finally decided the Mormon Church was a bunch of bullshit. His parents and siblings and most of his friends had been devastated, but Adam was absolutely firm in his decision and never set foot in church again after that.
He was already attending college at the time and working full-time. He found a small studio apartment and moved out of his parents' home and began making up for lost time.
Thanks to those killer good looks and taking very good care of his body, Adam had been able to keep an almost non-stop parade of beautiful girls, women, and even a few married woman going in and out of his revolving bedroom door.
For a year or so, his sexual appetite was insatiable. He'd fuck any nice-looking girl or woman who'd go home with him. But at some point, he found himself inexorably drawn to a certain type of woman, and the stronger the draw became, the less interesting he found woman who didn't fit the mold no matter how attractive they might be. He began willingly having less sex in exchange for better sex with the smaller number of women who came closer to satisfying the things he so desperately wanted and needed.
Kelli was incredibly beautiful and as a Mormon or hopefully, a soon-to-be-ex Mormon, she had the potential to fulfill most of what he so desperately craved but hadn't yet found. Putting the last piece of the puzzle in place was always the hardest. He'd come so close on two different occasions, but had never struck gold. Ever the optimist, he decided to explore the possibility with this extremely attractive young woman. Perhaps this time, lighting would strike.
Adam could actually pinpoint the time and place where both of his fetishes were born. His father had taken him to see a high school baseball game when he was in junior high school. Not far from them was a very attractive blonde girl who was maybe 18. She was wearing a long-sleeved, white, rib-knit sweater which hugged her very feminine body in all the right ways. He remembered the effect it had had on him and that effect only intensified when he watched her smoke a cigarette. She was so feminine and pretty and Adam noticed everything from the way she held it between her long, red nails to the way she let a small amount of smoke escape before inhaling between her very red lips.
He'd watched the long exhale-plumes with total fascination. She was with friends and had no idea he was even looking, but Adam was mesmerized by the image and both of those things had 'gelled' in his brain. It was as though they had been imprinted and from then he would forever associate them with qualities he truly wanted in a future wife.
As a Mormon, smoking was absolutely forbidden. He'd therefore somehow managed to 'stuff' this part of his fantasy world into some deep place in the recesses of his mind. The sweater fetish, or more aptly, any form-fitting knit top, was one he could and did indulge from then on, dating girls who wore them or getting them to wear the kinds of things he liked. Fortunately for him, it was cold in Seattle 10 months of the year so girls and women wore sweaters almost all the time. He quickly learned that being that good looking, as well as being polite and respectful, meant that pretty much any girl he met would happily wear the things he liked. Smoking was another thing altogether and would have to wait.
It had had to wait until he was free of all the religious baggage so that he could finally indulge his other fantasy. He'd dated...and fucked...quite a few women who smoked and most of them were willing to wear what he liked. The problem was this Mormonism bullshit was so deeply ingrained in him, he wanted and needed a wife who was like the women he grew up adoring in church with this one very important exception.
Loud, arrogant, 'mouthy' women were anathema to him. He was all for equal rights, but he wanted a woman who enjoyed being a woman—soft, feminine, pretty, and polite. Not a Stepford Wife. Not a servant. Just someone who had a more traditional view of marriage and the world. What he desired was a kind, sweet, loving, very attractive, very sexy woman who enjoyed (and looked good) wearing what he liked. Oh yeah, and she had to love to smoke.
Many of the women he'd screwed who smoked were feminists and although the smoking was a huge turn-on, their attitude was a huge turn—off.
Finding women with one of those things was very simple. Finding two was a challenge but very doable. Finding the ultimate 'trifecta' was the Holy Grail of his romantic life and this young woman named Kelli was his latest potential opportunity and he was already making plans to feel her out (and possibly feel her up, as well) and see if there was any chance whatsoever she might be his Chosen One.
Adam thought very carefully about what to say in his next reply then wrote:
"Dear Kelli,
You are a truly beautiful young woman. This Mark guy must be out of his mind!
No, I haven't found anyone yet although I have done quite a bit of dating. It's funny how even though I'm no longer a member of the Church, I still find myself longing for a woman, well, a wife, who has the kind of attributes LDS women have. (With a couple of important exceptions.)"
He went on to explain some of the basic reasons he left the Church then told her about his upcoming graduation and future plans. He closed by saying,
"I would very much like to stay in touch. You're not only very attractive physically, but you seem to have many of the other qualities I so deeply value. Who knows, we may even have the opportunity to meet one day.
Oh, I'm attaching a pic of myself, too. As you said, I hope you won't be scared off! Mark."
Kelli didn't have another opportunity to check her email until just before bed and when she did, her heart almost stopped.
"Oh...my...goodness!" she said when she opened his picture. He was one of very few men she'd ever seen who was better looking than Mark Harding.
Then when she read his email that was it. Well, she read it two more times then closed her laptop, turned off the light, and let her fingers 'do the walking.' She pictured herself meeting this gorgeous man for the first time and being kissed hello. As she grew wetter and wetter she imagined a first date and a first kiss and then his hands on her body and hers on his. She hadn't gotten anywhere close to imagining having sex for the first time in her life when her body exploded in shuddering release that came in one pleasant wave after the other.
Kelli bit her lip to ensure no sounds escaped, but her breathing was very deep and her heart was pounding out of her chest as she came very hard.
And that's when she vowed to end this virginity nonsense. She wasn't about to sleep with just any guy, but there had to be a ton of nice guys out there. Guys like...Adam, for instance. And when she met one, he was going to get very lucky. She smiled as she realized, "So will I!"
For the next week, she and Adam exchanged emails discussing both doctrinal issues as well as what might be called 'romantic pleasantries.' There was nothing crass or lewd, but there was quite a bit of innuendo, something both of them were enjoying very much.
The following day, Adam asked if Kelli would might exchanging phone numbers and possibly moving their conversations from email to voice. Thrilled with his proposal, she immediately used the number he sent her and texted hers. Kelli was pretty sure that like her, Adam had been taught that it was the man's place to make the first call, and she was very much onboard with his desire for a more traditional kind of relationship. What she really wanted to know was what these 'exceptions' he'd referred to a couple more times might be.
Having just been so badly hurt, she knew to keep some mental distance this time knowing this was almost certainly going to be nothing more than a long-distance relationship and temporary at that. For now, this was about all she was ready for even though she knew she could very quickly move to second and third base and on to home in short order—with the right guy.
Adam told her he'd call that evening and Kelli found it hard to concentrate on anything as she waited. She'd been working as a waitress in a local restaurant since high school and told Adam she wouldn't be home until around midnight. Utah was an hour ahead and Adam was a night owl so it worked out perfectly for both of them.
Her heart was pounding as the agreed-upon time came and when the phone rang it still startled her.
"Adam? Hi! How are you?" Kelli asked please to see he wanted to Facetime. When his face appeared she gasped. "You are even more handsome than your picture."
"And you are more beautiful than yours," he told her smiling at her. "Wow. Just...wow!"
"Ahh! Thank you and...wow! back," she said.
They talked for over an hour discussing their common situations again, but this time with voices and facial expression. Both of them mentioned how easy and pleasant it was talking to the other person and each agreed.
"I'd like to call you again, Kelli. Would you mind?" Adam asked as they got ready to wrap things up.
"Not at all!" she told him. "I'd like a lot."
They agreed on the next time then told one another goodnight.
Kelli hung up the phone and spent another hour reliving the conversation and the mental image of seeing his handsome face before crawling into bed and receiving another visit from her loving right hand. This time, she gave herself permission to imagine him undressing her and softly cupping her full, C-cup breasts as they kissed. As she thought of sliding her hand between his legs and touching a man...like that...for the first time, her body once again exploded in a long cascade of pleasant waves of release.
"Oh...my...God," she said in a whisper before drifting off to sleep.
Another week passed with the two kindred souls talking almost every day. At the end of their most recent conversation, Adam said, "Kelli? There's something I've been wanting to ask you."
"Oh?" she said, her heart beating wildly in her chest wondering if this might be something pleasant or possibly...the end.
"Well, you know I'm graduating from Utah State next month, right?"
"Of course," she said. "I'm so proud of you, Adam. Teaching is such a noble profession."
"Thank you, Kelli. Um, well, I was wondering if you might want to, you know, fly or maybe even drive down here for graduation. I...I know that's out of the blue, but I really enjoy talking..."
"Yes! I mean...sure. That...that sounds very nice, Adam," Kelli said barely able to talk. She'd been saving money for three years to help pay for her wedding reception as actual Mormon weddings were short and sweet and done inside of their temples. Her parents wouldn't have been able to attend, but they would have had a huge reception afterwards. Kelli had close to $12,000 put away and she would gladly spend some of that to meet this amazing, mysterious, and drop-dead gorgeous new man in her life.
"No, no. I'll pay for your ticket," he assured her. "How awful would that be to invite you and expect you to pay? No, that just isn't happening."
"Are you sure?" she asked loving that he was being such a gentleman.
"I wouldn't have it any other way," he told her. Adam, on the other hand, struggled to put anything away as tuition, books, rent, and food ate up nearly everything he made. He still didn't drink or do drugs so he didn't spend a lot money partying, but saving was a very difficult thing to do. Kelli was just such a perfect candidate for his Ideal Woman he couldn't let this opportunity pass him by without trying.
"Well...okay then. I...I accept!" She paused then told him, "I'm turning 21 next week and this may just be the best birthday present I ever had!"
They firmed up the details the next time they talked and a week later, Kelli's ticket was paid for and all she had to do was print off her boarding pass and take it to Sea-Tac airport the day of the flight.
"Honey, you've been on the phone a lot for quite a while. Not that we care, mind you. It's been wonderful seeing you so happy. You've been eating and laughing and you seem to your old self again."
"I am happy, Mom. Very happy. I um...kind of 'met' someone," Kelli told her mother.
"Oh? Someone from the Church?"
"No, I um...I've stopped going to church," she said although her mother already knew that as she hadn't been back since the day Mark showed up.
"Right. Yes. Did you meet him at the restaurant?"
"No, not exactly," Kelli told her. "We...met on line."
"Oh, one of those dating services then?" her mom asked.
"No, not exactly," Kelli said again. "It's a long story but like me, he basically got dumped by the love of his life and like me, he was a Mormon."
"Was?" she asked not understanding. "Aren't you still a Mormon, honey?"
"Technically, yes. And I will be unless well, unless I ask to be excommunicated."
"I see. Is that something you're thinking about?"
"Actually, it is. Adam, my new friend, did that after doing a lot of searching and researching and what not. I guess I'm pretty much at the point right now where he was a a few years ago."
"Well, I'm sure you'll do what's best for yourself, Kelli. We never opposed you when you wanted to join and we certainly wouldn't try and dissuade you from leaving if that's what you think is best."
Her mother paused then said, "So this new boy...Adam...does he live around here?"
"No, he lives in Utah, Mom. Salt Lake City to be exact. He's graduating from Utah State next month and he kind of invited me to attend his graduation."
"Oh, my. That sounds...interesting."
Kelli knew her mother was immediately concerned with her daughter's safety. Strange new man, different state, never met, invitation. All that spelled—Danger, Will Robinson! to her mom.
"Don't worry, Mom. He's not a Ted Bundy or anything," she told her before realizing she really didn't know that much about him.
"So...are you planning on going, honey?"
"I am, Mom. I think it would do me good to get away for a few days and he really seems like a great guy. Oh, and he's very good looking."
"So was Mark, but I guess I should mind my own business, huh?"
Kelli hugged her mom and said, "I know you're worried about me. I've been living at home since I graduated and pining over this one guy for three years and I think it's time for me to spread my wings a little. I'll be fine, Mom. I promise."
Adam had dropped several small hints about the kind of things he liked a girl to wear and Kelli had many of them. The problem was, none of them were sleeveless, and unlike Seattle, Utah was very warm in June. She also hadn't worn a skirt that was more than an inch above her knee since high school so she went out and bought four of each for her upcoming trip to Utah. She was also bringing a cardigan or two just in case it got cool at night or in a restaurant or...maybe even in Adam's apartment.
The flight was just two hours long and yet it seemed to take forever for the plane to land. She'd given up on relaxing a week ago and had spent virtually every waking moment anticipating her arrival in Salt Lake and meeting Adam.
She'd chosen a very pretty rib-knit pink top with cap sleeves and a white skirt as well as white sandals with 2 1/2-inch heels. She checked her glossy, pink lipstick in her compact mirror and touched it up just as the plane was coming to a stop.
As she came out of the connecting tunnel and into the airport, her heart leapt into her throat when she Adam standing there smiling and holding a bouquet of red roses.
"Kelli? Hi!" he said as he put his arm around her. He pulled back and took a closer look and told her, "You look simply amazing."
He handed her the flowers and Kelli replied, "Thank you for the compliment and the flowers, Adam. They're beautiful."
"Beautiful flowers for a beautiful lady," he told her. "Do you have checked luggage?"
"I do," she said. "Just one very large suitcase."
Adam smiled again, extended his hand—which Kelli happily took—and led her to the baggage claim area.
"So how was your flight?" he asked posing the standard question.
"Very smooth," she told him as she tried not to stare. He was wearing a very nice shirt that wasn't tucked in over a pair of canvas-colored shorts with cargo pockets and a pair of Topsider shoes without socks. He was even more gorgeous in person that in his pics or on the phone.
"So you're all done with finals, right?" she asked knowing he was.
"Yes, indeed. Took the last one yesterday so I am officially done with all requirements."
"And you'll have your teaching certification too, right?"
"As you can imagine, the government gets its pound of flesh in that you have to pay for it, but yes, I'll have that, too in a few days. The really good things are that it's good for five years and Utah has reciprocity with a whole bunch of states so I won't necessarily be forced to teach here."
"Right. I know you want a mid-sized town, if possible. No Chicago or New York and no...what did you call it?" she asked.
"Booger Hollow," Adam told her causing Kelli to laugh.
"That's it! Booger Hollow."
"It's just one less thing to worry about if most of the parents I'll be dealing with aren't either Mormon or some kind of fundamentalists."
"So you're basically an atheist now, right?" she asked wanting to clarify.
"I am. But I'm what's called a 'weak atheist' as opposed to a 'strong atheist'," he told her.
"Tell me the difference again, please?" she requested as they arrived at her carousel.
"Weak atheism simply says there is no evidence for the existence of any deity and therefore rejects all such claims unless or until sufficient evidence is presented. Strong atheism is the claim that no gods exist. Since no once can prove the existence of non-existence of god, weak atheism is the most logical position. Strong atheists have the burden of proof to show no gods exist. Weak atheists simply reject any claims they do."
"Handsome and intelligent," Kelli said still smiling.
She went to reach for her luggage but Adam refused to let her.
"That's my job," he told her.
Kelli smiled sweetly and thanked him as they began to walk toward the exit.
"So you're still pretty much a traditionalist when it comes to male and female roles, right?" she asked seeking more clarification.
"I am," he told her. "I believe in complete equality, but I reject the idea that men and women are the same."
"Thank...god?" Kelli said almost afraid to use the word that way.
Adam laughed and told her, "I hope to marry a woman who's also traditional. You know, someone who wants to be soft, pretty, and feminine and let me be a man. Not some blustering macho caricature of a man, but a man who cares for and protects his wife and puts above anyone or anything."
"Hmmm. I think I like your take on things," Kelli said bubbling over with happiness. "I've dreamed of having a man just like all my life. Strong, handsome, caring, loving, protective."
"I don't know about the handsome part, but I think I qualify in the other areas."
"Oh, you most definitely qualify on the handsome part," she assured him.
"Well, you most definitely qualify on the beautiful part," he told her.
As they put her bag in the trunk of his older sedan, Kelli said, "Adam? You mentioned there were a couple of 'exceptions' when it came to being a traditional kind of woman. I was wondering what you meant by that."
Adam opened her door and was standing just inches away from her. His cologne was intoxicating and that, coupled with his handsome face and muscled body was having that effect on her. Kelli was very glad she'd worn a mini pad under her panties.
"Oh, right," he said as he waited for her to get in. He went around then started the car and said, "I'd like to discuss that and many other thing with you. But for now, I'd like to hear a little more about your family and anything else you'd care to share with me."
Kelli was happy to let him change the subject knowing they'd talk about these 'exceptions' at some point. She spent the rest of their time on the road telling him where she grew up, what her parents did for a living, and the things she enjoyed doing as hobbies. She came very close a couple of times to mentioning how she'd given up smoking for Mark, but because she didn't want to even think of him let alone talk about him, she let it pass.
It was just after 5pm when they got to the motel where Kelli would be staying. Adam carried her suitcase inside and took a look around.
"Not bad," he told her. "You have a little kitchenette and everything."
"It was only $15 a day more so I thought—why not?"
"Speaking of kitchens, are you hungry? I'd love to take you to dinner unless you'd prefer to relax for a while."
Kelli smiled and said, "I didn't come here to relax, Adam. I came to spend time with you. And yes, I could eat something although we could also wait for a bit. It's up to you."
"Ah! A traditional response," he told her smiling back.
"I like when a man makes decisions for me," she told him truthfully. "It's one of the things I love about being a woman."
"And a very beautiful one at that," he assured her.
They were once again just inches apart when Adam reached for her hands which she willingly gave him.
"Kelli? It seems like I've know you forever. You're so easy to talk to, you know?"
"Yeah. You, too, Adam," she said, her heart beating rapidly.
"Is it too soon for me to kiss you?" he asked moving closer.
Kelli had butterflies like she hadn't had in forever as she replied, "No, not at all. I'd like that very much."
Adam was a good four inches taller than her even in her heels. He leaned down and softly kissed her on the lips. Kelli's eyes closed as their lips touched and she kissed back. There were no tongues. Just one very brief, very nice, first kiss.
"Wow," she said quietly as it ended. "That was even better than I dreamed it would be."
"So I'm not the only one who's been dreaming about a first kiss with you?" he said smiling brightly at her.
"Oh, no," she told him. "I've been imagining that since the first time we talked."
"Me, too," he replied. "So...dinner?"
"Oh, yes. Definitely. Let me just grab my sweater, okay? I get chilly very easily."
"I love your style, by the way," he told her.
"So...it's working?" she said in a teasing way.
"If you were trying to impress me, then yes, it's definitely working," he told her. "Soft, feminine, pretty. Yep. It's working all right."
Kelli was two of the three things he wanted most. Traditional and a girl who looked fantastic in the things he loved. Number three was always tricky or even problematic. In fact, it had been the deal-breaker issue in the two times he'd gotten close. Perhaps the third time really would be a charm, but how and when to bring it up could make all the difference.
"Do you have a preference for cuisine?" he asked as they got back on the road.
"Not really," she told him. "I don't like anything too spicy, but other than that, I'm okay with pretty much anything."
"There's a great place called The Copper Onion that serves American fare I think you might like," he suggested.
"Sounds perfect!" she said agreeing with him.
A girl about Kelli's age met them and showed them to a table and the way she was looking and smiling at Adam wasn't lost on her. She was also very pretty and Kelli felt a slight twinge of jealousy.
"She seemed rather fond of you," Kelli said trying to mask her feelings but unable to avoid commenting.
"She's not my type," Adam told her.
"Oh, okay. So...you have...a type?" Kelli asked as another girl who wasn't very attractive came to take their drink order.
"Would you like a drink?" Adam asked without answering her question.
"Alcoholic?" she asked surprised at how surprised she was.
"That's up to you. I'll have a beer if you want one or a glass of wine, otherwise, I'll just have some iced tea."
Even iced tea was forbidden in the Mormon kingdom and Kelli hadn't touched anything prohibited by what the Church called 'The Word of Wisdom' which was an alleged revelation to Joseph Smith to abstain from hot drinks like coffee and tea, alcohol, and tobacco.
"I haven't had anything against The Word of Wisdom since I joined the Church," she told him.
"No pressure," he told her. "I'm fine either way."
"You know what? I'd love a glass of white wine!" she said feeling good about her choice.
"Wonderful." He turned to their server and said, "White wine for the lady and a draft beer for me, please."
The younger woman quickly checked their IDs and said, "Happy belated 21st birthday," to Kelli.
"Wow! I feel like we're being so...wicked!" she said as he handed her a menu.
"It takes a while to get passed the guilt. Mormons are really good at it, although I think the Baptists may have them beat. Then again, Roman Catholics guilt the hell out of people too, so..."
Kelli giggled like a school girl and didn't care. She was just so happy to finally be with this gorgeous guy and putting some distance between herself and the last three years of denial and depravation.
Their drinks came and Adam offered a toast. "To starting all over again?" he suggested.
"I'll drink to that. To a new start!" she said taking a sip of her first alcoholic beverage since high school.
"Mmmm. Oh, that is so good!" Kelli said taking a second sip. She decided to finally mention smoking hoping it wouldn't turn him off to the point where he'd lose interest. Then it again, that was all three years in the past so...
"It's a good thing I quit smoking or I'd be wanting one in a bad way right now," she said with a smile and a lot of hope.
Adam felt like he'd just been kicked in the gut—or someplace lower. Her words caught him so off guard he was momentarily paralyzed.
He quickly recovered then said, "You used to smoke, huh?"
"Yes, I did. I know it's a terrible nasty habit, and I'm really glad I quit," she offered hoping that would be the end of it.
Now very much encouraged, Adam asked her another question.
"So did you quit just to join the Church?"
"Pretty much," she answered. "My ex-boyfriend, Mark, gave me an ultimatum and as much as I loved to smoke, I loved him...or thought I did...even more. So I quit."
"That must have been hard," Adam said having picked up on her having said she loved to smoke.
"It was pretty awful," she admitted. "I really, really enjoyed smoking and the first two weeks were pure hell."
"I can imagine," he told her. "How long did it take to really get beyond wanting to smoke?"
"Hmmm. I'd say maybe a year or so? After six months, I wasn't obsessing about it 24/7. After a year I rarely thought about it," she said taking another sip and feeling the old familiar effects.
"Do you miss it?" he asked her making sure to masquerade his growing excitement.
"Um, no, not really," she said assuming that's what he wanted to hear her say. In all honesty, she really hadn't given it any thought even since she made the decision not to go back to church again.
"Oh, okay," Adam said now trying to mask his disappointment.
He waited for a few seconds, took another sip of his beer, then said, "Life is just so short, you know? I kind of feel like we should do whatever makes us happy. If you enjoy smoking then..."
Kelli was now very confused and the wine wasn't helping her think clearly.
"I did enjoy it, but it's something most people find disgusting. Mark...sorry, I don't mean to keep bringing him up...used to tell me it made my hair stink and he wouldn't kiss me if he could taste it at all. I'm pretty sure most guys feel the same way so..."
Adam smiled then said, "Maybe, but 'most' isn't 'all', right?"
Kelli had no idea what that meant and would have to wait to find out as their server was back to take their orders.
Kelli requested something called 'Cast Iron Mary's Chicken' with kale salad and croutons while Adam ordered the house meatloaf with pleasant creek ranch beef, lamb & pork, mashed potatoes, and market vegetables.
The two of them talked throughout dinner getting to know one another better. They knew quite a lot about the other's views on religion, but not much else. They touched briefly on a whole range of issues from music to movies to politics to children and found they had even more in common then either one had originally thought.
Adam was a very logical, very rational kind of guy who had majored in secondary education with a focus on math and science.
"So I shouldn't have any trouble finding a job pretty much anywhere as math and science teachers are always in demand," he told her as they were finishing their meal. "Would you like another drink?" he asked.
"Oh, no thank you. I think that was plenty for my um...re-baptism into the world of 'sinful drinks," she told him with a smile.
"Right! And if you still smoked, we'd have to go outside anyway, right?"
Kelli still had no idea why Adam kept bringing up smoking, but it had planted a seed in her brain. If this...relationship, or whatever it was...with Adam didn't work out, she could definitely see herself smoking again. For the first time in at least two of the three years since she'd quit, she could actually taste the deliciousness of a long drag on a cigarette. But as long as Adam was a real possibility...
On the way back to her motel, Adam asked if she might like to spend some time at his place.
"If you feel comfortable enough with that, of course. I know we just met so..."
"I'd love to," she said cutting him off in mid-sentence. "I trust you, Adam."
He reached over for her hand and when she gave it to him he said, "I'm glad. I really like you, Kelli."
He picked her hand up and kissed it and her tummy did that flip-flop thing again.
"I...I like you too, Adam. A lot."
As he let her into his apartment, Adam apologized in advance.
"It's pretty obvious a single guy lives here."
Kelli noticed it was spartan but very clean.
"Looks fine to me," she told him truthfully.
"Oh, thanks. I'm hoping maybe someday to have an actual home and with any luck, maybe even a beautiful wife to decorate it and spend my money. Well, our money, that is."
Kelli smiled before speaking.
"Finding a beautiful wife won't be difficult for you, Adam. Trust me on that," she said still having trouble believing just how handsome he was.
"That's very kind of you, Kelli. But as I said, it's more than just beauty. I really am looking for several other things that are very important to me."
"You've mentioned that a time or two now. Are you ever going to share what these 'other things' might be?" Kelli asked without sounding demanding.
"I touched on one of them already. Someone with traditional values."
"Uh-huh. I understand that. But it's deeper than that, isn't it?"
Adam sighed and said, "It is, and I promise I'll discuss my 'things' with you at some point. I'd rather wait though, and get to know you better if that's okay."
Kelli knew he was keeping something from her and she couldn't help but wonder how big these 'things' of his might be.
"Does it have something to do with the way a woman dresses?" she asked unwilling to let it go.
Adam smiled and told her, "Okay, yes. That's one of them."
"Unless it's something really 'out there' like wearing 6-inch stiletto heels 24/7, I don't really see a problem."
Adam laughed and told her, "It's definitely not shoes. I have a thing for form-fitting tops. Like the one you're wearing."
"Okay, that's kind of what I'd pieced together from talking to you and...that's why I chose this. So...Is that it? That's your big secret?" she teased. "If so, that seems very tame. Back home, it's cold all the time so I wear form-fitting tops and sweaters all the time."
Adam was still smiling and said, "Very nice. A traditional girl who wears what I like. That's two of the um...Big Three."
"The Big Three, huh?" Kelli said. "I don't suppose I'm gonna get number three out of you, am I?"
"Not just yet," he told her. "Oh, and being a normal, healthy, red-blooded male, it goes without saying I want my wife to enjoy lovemaking." He smiled again then added, "A lot."
"Oh, I see," Kelli said. "Then maybe it's time for a true confession from yours truly."
She sat on his sofa while he sat across from her in an old recliner.
"I'm still, you know..."
"A virgin?" he asked without any hint of judgment.
"Sadly, yes. I was ready to um...give it up...my senior year, but because of the Church and 'keeping the commandments' and all that stuff, it never happened. I waited three long years and never even went out on a date after you-know-who left on his mission."
"That's sad," Adam said. "The Church is so fucking repressive." He glanced at her then said, "Sorry. I don't normally curse. I don't even believe in God anymore, but I still have moral values."
"It's okay," she told him. "I understand. It's like you look back and feel cheated or something, you know? I often ask myself what I missed by sitting around waiting and pining away for this guy who told me we couldn't 'do it' because he wanted to marry a Mormon girl in a Mormon temple, and then he screws some bimbo he met in Brazil. So yeah, I get it."
"I was still a virgin at 21 when I came home from my mission," Adam confessed.
"I'm not even going to ask about how many girls there've been since." She smiled and told him, "Honestly? I don't even care. Sex is a personal choice and no one's business but the people involved."
"I agree with you 100%," Adam said.
"Now that we've beat up on the Mormon Church again, what else would you like to do tonight?" Kelli asked. When Adam smiled, Kelli blushed furiously.
"No, that's not what I was thinking," Adam told her truthfully. "I didn't invite you here to um...get you into the sack."
Partially recovered, Kelli said, "Are you saying you're not even interested in me...like that?" The let down was even worse than the shame of turning so red.
"Kelli? I'm just gonna be completely honest with you and let the chips fall where they may."
He saw her look up at him so he continued talking. "I really do like you a lot. In fact, you're the first girl I've had...real hopes for since I left the Church."
"Real hopes?" she asked not understanding.
"Yes. In the sense that I'm really looking for the right woman now. Someone to settle down with. Someone to...get married to."
"Oh, I see," she said, her hope and optimism returning.
"From everything I know about you, you're exactly what I've been looking for. You're smart, you're absolutely gorgeous, you're a traditional girl, you don't think my...extreme interest...in a certain kind of clothes is overly weird and..."
"It's not weird at all. Guys like certain things. That one is easy. It's a no-brainer. I wear that kind of stuff pretty much all the time anyway," she assured him.
She looked down for a moment then looked back up at him. "I have no idea if, you know, I'd be what you're looking for...in bed, though. But I am at the point where I would be very willing to well...learn...with the right guy." She looked down again as she said, "Like you."
"While I didn't ask you here to have sex with you, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't interested. But I have no interest in...no pun intended...screwing this up by pushing you to do something you're not ready for or interested in."
"I'm...I'm very interested," she said, her heart now beating fast again.
"We don't have to rush this, Kelli. I want you in my life and not just for tonight," he told her. "I mean, we could kick back and watch a movie and maybe even make out a little. I just don't want to blow this."
Kelli found herself thinking about blowing Adam and blushed again when he said that.
"I have a very dirty mind," she said feeling even sillier.
"No. No, you don't. You're a very normal, 21-year old woman with very normal desires. They've been tamped down and bottled up far too long. The real you is dying to get out. You just have to make sure you don't do anything you'll regret just because you're tired of being a good girl."
"I won't regret anything I do with you, Adam," she said finally looking at him again. "I don't want to...ruin this, either. But I really am ready. I mean, if that's what you want."
He stood up, moved to the couch and sat next to her.
"I want that very much, but only if you're sure," he told her as he brushed her pretty hair back.
"I'm sure," she told him as she looked up into his eyes.
Adam leaned in and kissed her and Kelli melted into his arms.
"I've never even been to second base, Adam. Can you take me there and then all the way home? Slowly?" she asked almost pleading.
"My pleasure," he said kissing her again and reaching for her soft, round breast.
Adam cupped it and gently squeezed sending waves of pleasure through Kelli's body. She moaned softly then reached for him realizing she was finally free of the shackles of religion. Kelli was 21 years old and had never even seen a man's...penis before let alone held it. She felt excited, angry, and foolish at the same time as her hand slid between his legs.
She found a large, thick, object and the anger melted away as Adam helped her unbutton his shorts. He kicked them off then pulled down his briefs revealing the most beautiful thing Kelli Powell had ever seen.
"Oh, my God!" she said as she touched him then held it in her hand for the first time. It was long and very wide with large veins on the sides.
Adam gently pushed her back as he pulled off her top then unhooked her bra. He took one of her hardened nipples into his mouth and as he gently sucked, more waves of pleasure washed over her.
"Mmmm. That feels so good!" she purred as he reached for her skirt. She raised up and helped him remove it then did the same with her panties. She'd had her pubic hair neatly trimmed before she left in hopeful anticipation of this very thing.
Adam kissed his way toward Valhalla then ran his hand over her soft, full pussy lips, parting them and gently touching her swollen nub. Kelli gasped as the tip of his finger worked its magic on her clit.
"Oooo! Yesss!" she hissed as he increased the pressure then replaced his finger with his tongue.
Adam hadn't been 'down there' more than a minute and the second he slid a finger inside her, Kelli's body tensed then exploded in her first-ever man-made orgasm. It came in waves, cascading over her and washing away years of denial and deprivation.
"Mmmm. More! Please!" she begged.
Adam gave her what she wanted for a while longer then said, "Come on," before leading her to the bedroom.
"Your turn," he said with a smile as he lay on his back.
"Do I..."
"Do whatever you like," he told her. "Touching, kissing, licking. But mostly sucking. A blow job is mostly sucking. Don't worry about the details, okay? I promise it'll all work itself out."
Kelli happily lowered her head as she grabbed his massive member with one hand then lowered her warm, wet mouth over it and took a cock in her mouth for the first time in her life. It was so amazing! It was naughty, and nasty, and dirty, and so...forbidden. And yet it was so wonderful and pleasant!
Adam let her know what he liked and in short order, Kelli was doing a very credible first-time job. Judging by the pleasant groans coming from her lover, she knew she must be doing something right.
"Fuck, yeah!" he said as she concentrated on the tip of his dick, sucking and licking.
"Is this okay?" she asked seeking confirmation.
"Oh, yeah. Very okay," he groaned as he pushed her head down and took control. He didn't go overboard. He just let her know without speaking that this was a part of normal lovemaking. Kelli later told him how much it turned her on when he did that.
"You ready?" he asked her when he was ready.
"I am so ready!" she said coming up for air and smiling.
Adam reached into the drawer in the nightstand next to his bed and grabbed a condom.
"Do you mind?" Kelli asked having never seen one. Adam handed it to her after opening it and watched her roll it onto his rock-hard shaft.
Adam took her by the shoulders and rolled her onto her back and kissed her.
"Does it hurt?" she had to ask.
"It might sting for a moment, but you may not even feel it," he told her truthfully. "It just depends."
"Okay, then. I'm ready." She reached for his thick cock and got him lined up then waited. She was wetter than she'd ever been and to her great delight, he slid in effortlessly.
He was careful to go very slowly, stopping, pulling back, then moving ahead again. When he hit some resistance, he kissed her very hard and quickly thrust his hips. Kelli flinched and Adam told her, "That's it."
"Mmmm. That wasn't bad at all," she said with a smile. "I think I really like sex."
Adam took it slow until she could easily take all of him then began loving her harder and harder letting her pussy adapt to being fucked. He pulled out and put her on all fours then took her doggy style and Kelli responded very pleasantly.
"Oh...God! That feels so good like that," she cried. "I really like it this way!"
When Adam sensed she was on the verge of coming again, he hammered her for all he was worth as Kelli's body once again exploded in another long, pleasant orgasm.
Satisfied, they collapsed next to one another.
"So how was it?" Adam asked knowing the answer.
"I'd been so frustrated and even angry lately about waiting all this time, but it was so worth it!" she told him as she rested her head on his thick, muscled chest.
"So sex didn't ruin it for us?" he teased.
"Oh, no. It most definitely did not ruin anything!" She looked up at him then said, "In fact...when can we do that again?"
Ten minutes later, Kelli had her answer and Adam's very large cock was back inside her.
As they lay holding each other after that second go 'round, Kelli said, "Now will you tell me?"
"Tell you what?" he said as he stroked her long, pretty hair.
"About this...other thing or things that's so important to you."
"Oh...that," Adam said hoping this wouldn't be the thing that ruined everything.
"What could be so...bad?" she asked.
He turned over on his side and looked into her eyes as he spoke.
"You're everything I want in a wife, Kelli. With one exception."
"Tell me what this exception is, okay? I'm listening," she said, her hand on his cheek. "You can tell me anything, Adam."
"Guys are very prone to developing...fetishes. You know, like my thing for knit tops or sweaters or whatever you want to call it."
"Okay. And I already told you that wasn't a big deal or even an issue, right?"
"You did," he agreed. "This other one is, well, it isn't new to you based on what you've said. But it could very well be a deal breaker depending on how you feel about it now."
Kelli didn't speak. She just ran her hand along his face then his shoulder, and finally his arm.
"For many years now, I've had this incredibly strong fetish. I mean, it's pretty much overwhelming," he began.
Adam paused then went on. "It's so important to me, I can't imagine ever marrying a woman who doesn't share this...this interest with me."
"Are you talking about like...having another woman in bed with you or something?" she asked beginning to get a little bit paranoid.
Adam didn't laugh or even smile. "No! God, no. Never. I would never do that to you."
"Then what is it?" she asked imploringly.
"I...I have this incredibly strong interest in...in very attractive women who...smoke."
Kelli's eyes widened in response.
"Cigarettes?" she asked not sure she understood correctly.
"Yes, cigarettes. I know it's crazy, but I have to have a wife who smokes and who has traditional values and who enjoys wearing what I like. I have to have all three of those things or...or it just doesn't work for me."
Kelli just stared into his eyes but didn't speak.
"Weird, huh?"
"Smoking is a...turn...on?" she asked still unable to process this.
"It's more than a turn on. It's an intense need I have. It's...it's hardwired into my brain. I...I fantasize about it all the time. I...obsess about it. About...someone just like you, Kelli. A beautiful girl in a pretty sweater who really loves to smoke. And there you have it. That's my big secret."
Kelli sat up and looked down at him.
"I thought smoking was a huge turn off for guys. Mark...sorry. But it was him who told me it stinks and that kissing a girl who smoked was like licking an ashtray. I just assumed every guy felt like that."
"Not hardly," he said reaching for her hand. "I'm just the opposite. I LOVE kissing a woman while she's smoking or right after she's finished a cigarette. I can just sit and stare and take in every aspect of it while she's smoking. I love it all from the way she holds it to the way she inhales and exhales. It is the biggest turn on in my life. That doesn't mean I wouldn't love you...love this future wife of mine...in every normal way. But for me to be able to love her—at all, I have to have all of my 'things' with smoking being the most important."
"Wow," she said dumbfounded by what she'd just heard.
"So...have I scared you off yet?" he asked almost afraid to know the answer but hopeful it just might be positive.
"No. No, not at all," she said still trying to wrap her head around this. "I only smoked for a little over a year, but I have to say I enjoyed smoking a lot. It was a deal-breaker for...him...and it nearly killed me to give it up."
She looked down at him and smiled for the first time since the 'big revelation.'
Kelli continued talking. "It's so ironic because after we talked about smoking earlier, I kind of decided that if this—you and me—didn't go anywhere, I was going to seriously consider starting again. And now...now I find out you want and maybe even need the woman you love to smoke. If I still believed in the Church I'd think this was some kind of 'sign' or something although I guess since smoking is considered 'bad' it would be an anti-sign or..."
"Just come here," Adam said trying not laugh as he pulled her close. "I really, really like you, Kelli. I think I may even be falling in love with you. And as much as I wish you'd start smoking again, it has to be your decision. If you did it for me, it wouldn't work. I'd have to know you wanted to start smoking again. Then and only then, would I be okay with it."
"Wow!" she said again. "This really is crazy."
"Crazy bad or crazy good?" Adam asked.
"Just...crazy," she told him with a beautiful smile.
She rolled over and said, "The truth is, I feel the same way. I have very real feelings for you, too, Adam. And if this is what sex is like, I'm going to want to have a whole lot more of it."
Adam didn't push the smoking issue and Kelli needed time to think.
Kelli told him she'd stay with him when Adam asked, and just before they fell asleep together, she said, "Is your family coming to your graduation tomorrow?"
"No, we're not exactly on speaking terms anymore. At least not my parents. One of my brothers and my little sister still talk to me, but neither of them can make it. Other than that, freeing myself from Mormonism has come with a very high cost."
"I can't imagine losing my parents," she told him. "They didn't care when I joined the Church nor did they care when I left it."
"Yeah, for my parents, this is the worst possible thing that could happen. I won't ever become a god or be with them in the celestial kingdom 'creating worlds without end.' As painful as it's been, lying to myself and pretending would have been far worse."
"I'm sorry, Adam. It really breaks my heart to know how hard this has been for you."
"Yes, but had I stayed, I'd have never met you," he told her before sincerely kissing her goodnight.
Kelli curled up in his arms as they spooned together and realized she really did love this man who was as beautiful on the inside as he was on the out. She had no way of knowing for sure if he loved her, but her gut was telling he did; that he hadn't shared so many deeply personal things or 'lured' her to Utah just to get her in bed.
Adam was up early and had gone for a run by the time Kelli woke up. She smiled when she realized where she was and more importantly what she had done.
"I'm not a virgin anymore!" she said out loud to herself. She did a fist pump and quietly said, "Yes!"
She went to the bathroom and tinkled then walked into the kitchen and saw the coffee pot.
"And I can have a cup of coffee!" she also said to herself as she added water to the pot.
As she was trying to decide how many spoonfuls of grounds to put in, the door quietly opened and Adam walked in.
"Hi and good morning," he told her with a big smile.
"Hi yourself," she said putting her arms around his sweaty neck.
"I'm a mess," he warned her.
"Then I might have to take a shower with you, huh?" Kelli teased.
Adam kissed her then said, "Can you make enough for me, please?"
"Oh, sure. Let me just pour in some more water," she told him. "And how many scoops do you want me to use?"
"I like it strong so I'd use four, but you can use less if you'd like," he told her as he got ready to shower.
"No, I'll try it your way," she said smiling back at him. "Sure you don't want some company in there?"
"I'd actually like that very much," he told her.
Kelli turned on the pot then quickly stripped off her tee-shirt and shorts and joined her handsome lover once the water was warm.
"Can you be a little easy?" she asked. "I'm kinda sore this morning."
"Ah, yes. That's not just a first-time thing," he assured her. "I'm not bragging, but I'm well, reasonably well-endowed so..."
"Oh, you're not bragging, huh?" Kelli teased pushing him up against the glass as she reached for his growing cock.
"Just the facts, ma'am," he said holding his arms up as though he were surrendering.
Kelli knelt down on the shower floor and took him in her mouth. She let him 'pop out' then said, "Well, you are a mouthful, that's for sure."
Fifteen minutes later she was fresh and clean...and freshly fucked, Adam having pulled out at the last moment and cum on her body.
"I really do like sex," she told him as she toweled off. "Is that just because you're so well-endowed?"
"No, I like to think my technique is pretty good, too. Not to brag, of course."
"You can brag," Kelli told him. "I'm pretty much hooked."
"Hooked. That's an interesting choice of words," he said as he pulled on some jeans and a tee-shirt.
"Oh, right. Your smoking fetish," she said as though she'd forgotten all about it.
"I guess if that didn't scare you off then..."
"I want to spend the day thinking about this, okay? I'll be there for your graduation. I just need some time to think this through. I'm pretty sure I know my decision, but I just want to be sure. Is that all right?"
"It's more than all right. It's essential. As I said, this has to be your decision because it's what you really, really want to do."
"Exactly and I have to know it's what I want even if..."
"I'm not going anywhere, Kelli. And while I've had my share of um...other women...I'm not an ass. I would never lure you here, seduce you, pressure you to start smoking again, then abandon you. My feelings are very real."
"Okay," she said quietly. "I'm going to do some sightseeing and a lot of thinking and I'll see you at the auditorium at the university."
"Fair enough," he said as he reached out to hold her.
Ironically, Kelli spent the day touring all of the holiest sites of Mormonism from Temple Square to the Tabernacle wondering how she ever let herself get sucked in. After cycling through the emotion of anger one more time, she let it go. She walked away from it all one last time and headed back to the Adam's to change.
She made one quick stop on the way then went straight back.
"I was just about to head out," he told her. "I thought you were going to meet me there."
"No, I wanted to ride with you if that's okay."
"Yeah, of course it is."
"Just let me change real quick and we can go."
Kelli chose a very cute sleeveless, white knit top with a fine ribbing and a short black skirt and a pair of white sandals.
"Wow, that looks amazing. You look amazing," Adam told her.
"Thank you," she said with a smile. "I thought you might like it."
"I do. Very much," he told her.
"I have something else I think you might like, as well," she said coyly.
"Oh, really? And what might that be?" he asked.
"Just a little something I picked up on the way back."
She opened her purse just enough to show him the pack of Virginia Slims Menthol Lights she bought on the way home. They were unopened and yet Adam felt himself getting hard.
"Are you sure?" he asked her.
"I am," she told him. "I think I'd like to wait until after you graduate to um...celebrate," she told him as his eyes remained fixed on hers.
Kelli was not only very surprised by his reaction, she was moved beyond words as Adam's eyes filled with tears.
"You okay?" she asked him.
"Very," he assured her. "I...I have so many things I want to say to you right now and we don't have any time."
"I hope we'll have a lot of time together," Kelli said smiling a bright, pretty smile.
"We will," he told her. "I promise you we will."
Like all graduation ceremonies, Adam's was long, dry, and boring, save for that brief moment when his name was called. Kelli stood and cheered loudly for her handsome new lover and he smiled and waved back when he found her in the crowd.
Kelli excused herself and slipped through the throng of people in the audience and made her way toward Adam.
"Congratulations!" she said offering him a hug.
"Thank you, Kelli. And thank you for being here. You have no idea how much this means to me."
"Thank you for inviting me," she told him.
"You hungry?" he asked.
"Not really," she replied. "But I am anxious to visit an old friend." She tapped her purse and smiled as she said it.
"Ah, yes. We need to find someplace special to...celebrate," Adam told her.
"I spent quite a bit of the day walking around Temple Square and formally bidding a goodbye to my former life. I can't think of a more perfect place to enjoy my first cigarette in over three years."
"I like the way you think," Adam told her. "Come on. Let's get outta here."
The entire city was laid out in a series of perpendicular streets and was very easy to navigate. They arrived in just a few minutes and Adam found a parking spot and shut off the car.
"You ready?" he asked as he looked over at her.
"More than ready," she told him. "My body is already tingling in anticipation."
"Then let's not keep it waiting any longer."
Adam walked around and opened her door then took her hand and led her toward Temple Square. There were 'no smoking' signs everywhere but that was a huge part of the draw.
"This is the place!" Kelli said using Brigham's Young's own words spoken when he saw the Salt Lake Valley for the first time.
She stopped them at a spot where they could see the symbols of the past life as she removed the green and white box and unwrapped the cellophane before removing the silver paper.
"Oh. I have a little something for you," Adam said.
He handed her a very beautiful gold lighter and said, "It's ready to go."
"Ahhh! Thank you!" she said. "It's so pretty. I love it!"
Kelli withdrew one of the slender cylinders and held it between her first two fingers and said, "Even after all that time this feels so natural to me."
"Once a smoker always a smoker, or so they say," Adam commented.
Kelli raised the cigarette to her lips, but Adam stopped her.
"One last kiss as a non-smoker?" he suggested.
"Definitely," she said standing on her toes and offering him a long, sweet kiss.
"And may I have the lighter back?" he asked when the kiss ended.
"Of course," she said handing it to him.
She raised the cigarette to her lips and Adam flicked it once bringing the flame to life. He watched intently as the tip glowed red then watched Kelli's reaction as she inhaled.
She smiled after inhaling then exhaled a small stream before taking another drag. This one was long and deep and Kelli felt the nicotine rush she'd first experience after learning to inhale.
"Oh, my God!" she said as she exhaled. "That is wonderfully good!"
"You look so amazing and sexy and...desirable," Adam told her.
She took a third long draw then held the smoke in her lungs before exhaling a very nice bluish plume of smoke.
"I've missed this so much!" Kelli said taking a fourth hit as quickly as possible.
As she exhaled, Adam asked, "May I possibly have another kiss now?"
"Mmmm. That sounds very nice," she said smiling happily.
Adam groaned as he tasted her smoky kiss.
"You taste so fucking good," he told her not wanting to stop.
"Good enough to fuck?" she asked playfully taking a fifth drag.
"Wanna come to my place, little girl?" he asked pretending to be wicked and evil.
"Why what will you do to me?" she asked pulling in a sixth deep drag.
"I promise you'll like it. It'll be better than candy."
"Oh, I see. Will it be better than smoking?" she asked playfully taking a final drag.
"I can't promise that, but it'll be a close second if it isn't," Adam assured her.
Neither of them noticed the dirty looks they got from a handful of people who passed by them and neither of them cared. It wasn't so much that they were rebels in general, they were both just sick and tired of living under the oppression of organized religion and were thumbing their noses at it in a very personal and public way.
"So how does it feel?" Adam asked as they were driving back to his place.
"Liberating," she said. "I love knowing I can have a cigarette anytime I want now."
"Are you happy you started smoking again?"
"Very," she told him. "I enjoyed every drag, and I can't wait to have another one very soon."
"There's no need to ask me," Adam told her. "You can smoke anytime, anyplace as far as I'm concerned."
"To include your car and your apartment?"
"Anywhere," he told her. "And I hope you don't mind me staring at you, but I'm going to be doing a lot of that from now on."
"From now on," she repeated. "I like the sound of that."
Less than two minutes after getting home, they were fucking like rabbits and Kelli came twice, the second orgasm coming when Adam came.
"I don't know," Kelli said panting for breath as they finished.
"About?" Adam asked.
Kelli reached for a cigarette and handed Adam the lighter.
As she inhaled deeply twice in a row, she said, "I'm not sure whether I like sex or smoking more, but I do know I really love both of them."
Adam raised up and watched her as she lay there smoking, her chest rising and falling as she inhaled as deeply as she could.
"I'm glad you love them, both," he said as he gently brushed back her hair.
"I really do," she told him.
"That's good because...because I love...you, Kelli Powell," he said with a smile as she exhaled a long plume of smoke.
"Adam. Please don't say that just because..."
He put a finger over her soft, full lips and said, "Shhh. I do love you, Kelli. And I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you, too."
Kelli's eyes filled with tears as she sat up to kiss her handsome boyfriend.
Adam reveled in the wonder of her delicious taste as their lips and tongues met.
Kelli tapped her ash then looked into Adam's eyes and said, "I love you, too, Adam. I really do love you."
"Kelli? Would you...stay here with me? In Salt Lake City?"
"You mean live with you?" she asked before taking another huge drag.
"Yes. Here. With me. I'll get a summer job while I'm looking for a teaching position and if you'd prefer, I'm willing to move to Washington State with you and teach there."
"This sounds serious," she said happier than she'd ever been.
"It is serious. I'm serious. Kelli, I love you very much and I don't ever want to be without you."
"Hmmm. I think I could get used to that," she told him as she finished her cigarette and reached for another one. When Adam lit it for her she said, "I'm making up for lost time."
"By all means," he told her. "You are the most beautiful and desirable woman I've ever known."
She double pumped then exhaled a huge plume of bluish-gray smoke before saying, "If I didn't know better, I'd think you might want to..."
"Marry you?" he said filling in the blanks. "I was going to wait for the perfect moment to ask you, but yes, I do want to marry you, Kelli. I truly do. I'd just like to be able to properly propose to you."
"I think I can wait for that," she told her offering him another delicious smoky kiss.
"How ironic is it that I gave up smoking for a Mormon boy who hates smoking only to end up falling in love with an ex-Mormon who loves me partly because I love to smoke," she said sweetly. "And I do love to smoke," she assured him taking another large puff from her Virginia Slim.
"I'd say religion brought us together," he said smiling happily at her.
"And I'd say I'm very happy it did. Three years was a very long time to wait, but it was so worth waiting for to meet the man of my dreams."
Kelli finished her cigarette and crushed it out then pulled Adam close. The smell was overpowering and intoxicating and within seconds he was back inside her riding her hard and pounding her wet pussy.
"Oh, God!" she cried out. "Yesss! Oh...shit. Just like that! Fuck me, honey! Please...fuck me!"
Adam fucked her and then fucked her again later that night and again the following morning. Each time they made love, Kelli reached for a cigarette and hungrily sucked in as much smoke as she could exhaling long, thick plumes as her lover watched in pure fascination.
Adam watched her fingers this time paying careful attention to her long, painted nails as she held the thin cigarette in her tiny hand and drawing it toward her painted lips. It was still hard to imagine his dream had finally come true and that he'd found his Chosen One.
Kelli stayed with him the following week and for another month as Adam applied on line for jobs in the Salt Lake Area and in King County, Washington, where Kelli grew up.
As a high school math teacher, he had multiple job offers in both places and ended up choosing the Seattle area as he knew Kelli was close to her parents and would miss them dearly. He, on the other hand, had no one and nothing holding him in Utah so it was an easy decision.
They moved to Washington in early August and rented an apartment for a year before buying their first home.
The day before school started, Adam formally proposed to his gorgeous girlfriend who was smoking nearly a pack a day by then. He'd never pushed her to smoke more than she wanted knowing she would find a the right amount that worked for her. Deep down, he hoped that place might be closer to two packs a day, but one would be more than adequate.
They married over the Christmas break in a small ceremony in the home of Kelli's parents with just a couple of her closest childhood friends in attendance; friends she'd essentially abandoned when she'd embraced religion.
Her best friend, Sarah, had recently gotten engaged herself, but unlike Kelli, had never quit smoking and still enjoyed it just as much as she had when they were in high school together. She also enjoyed knowing Adam was watching her, too, as Kelli shared his 'big secret' with her, but not the same way he watched his beautiful bride.
Adam had never seen anything so amazing as the sight of Kelli Powell-Murphy smoking a cigarette just minutes after saying 'I do' while still wearing her gorgeous white wedding dress. Her red lipstick and long, red nails were capstones to her overall look which included her hair worn in a swept-up style and her face made up as perfectly as he'd ever seen.
She smiled at him when she saw him watching her inhale deeply.
"I bet I know what you're thinking," she said as she smoked a third cigarette after their reception dinner.
"I bet you do," he said smiling back at her.
"Then you better take me home so we can...do it, huh?" she teased.
They hugged their friends, said their goodbyes, and amid well-wishes from them all headed back to their apartment as husband and wife.
Kelli gave him a wonderful smoky blow job in her wedding dress before Adam made love to her it it. Kelli lay beside her husband enjoying another cigarette as he watched her every movement.
"I love you so much, Mrs. Murphy," he told her as she exhaled a huge stream of smoke.
"And I love you very much, too, Mr. Murphy," she told him offering him her smoky lips.
By the time they moved into their first home the following summer, Kelli was smoking right at a pack and a half a day, and both of them were even more deeply in love and happier than they'd ever been or imagined being.
Looking back, she didn't blame anyone for the long detour she'd taken to find the love of her life, and once again find the other love in her life. As she lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply, Kelli thought how starting all over again had been more than worth the wait, and her handsome husband who was staring at her admiringly agreed with her completely. |
Stepdaughter's BFF Ch. 01 | 94,084 | 4.54 | 1,019,225 | [
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I heard my step-daughter Amanda drunkenly stumbling down the hallway past my door towards her room. I knew she would be talking to her bff, Kara. Kara had arrived about eight hours ago and after a very awkward set of introductions, the two twenty year olds had dashed out in search of alcohol, dancing and boys, dressed like tarts. In other words, a typical young folks New Year's Eve.
"Step.-oogler, waz 'at?" Kara slurred.
"You know how step-mothers get called step-monsters. Well, there's no similar term for step-fathers. Since Bert can't resist undressing me with his eyes, I think of him as the step-oogler. I made up the term."
Amanda giggled at her own cleverness. Not that I could deny the term was both clever and accurate. This holiday season was only my second meeting with Amanda, and the first extended visit. I had met her mom last New Year's eve, accidentally impregnated her, so we had a quickie wedding in April. Amanda had lived with her Dad since the split years ago - my wife had abandoned them for another guy who had not lasted - and only begrudgingly flew in for the wedding, bringing her Dad as the "plus one" just to try to piss off her mother. It had worked to the extent that my bride had gotten drunk in spite of her pregnancy.
The wedding, having gotten off on that wrong foot, meant the marriage was rocky from day one and my wife came to use the 2 a.m. feedings as an excuse to sleep in the nursery. In spite of my fetishes for pregnant women and nursing moms, I was left to my own devices most nights. The fetishes just ensured that I was half chubby all day and needed self-relief at least twice a day to avoid inconvenient wood. Tonight, the anniversary of that fateful meeting, my wife had expressed enough milk that she could drink, which meant that she had passed out by ten p.m. I had left her under a blanket on the couch in the den. The baby was across the hall in the crib, both doors ajar as a failsafe in case I slept through the baby monitor.
In the circumstances, it was shocking to have Amanda with us for the holidays. She had been booked to go to Aspen with her Dad, an annual tradition it seems, but he had been called overseas due to work. He had insisted she come stay with us and meet her little brother. Amanda had reluctantly agreed on condition that she be allowed to bring Kara along.
Having two college girls under my roof was a new experience for me. I had been too busy at the wedding to really check out Amanda, who largely had avoided me anyway. I do recall that she wore a formless dress that hung from spaghetti straps to past her knees. The low neckline and drop had suggested full breasts, without more than hinting at her cleavage. I must admit even that had given me a woodie, and I had wished to get a better look, but with both her parents hovering, I had behaved. When I had fucked my drunken bride later that night, images of my step-daughter were flowing through my mind - imagining boobs with no tan lines and extended excited nipples sensitive to a mature touch; an appreciation of the virtues of a little pain; full wide hips, but a firm ass...
When I had picked the girls up at the airport (my wife stayed home with the baby), I had the opportunity to at least confirm about the ass, since both girls had travelled in skin tight jeans, obviously meant for fashion not comfort. Amanda had insisted on grabbing her own luggage, though I had offered, so I got a perfect view of her backside. Her hips were much more boyish than I had imagine, hardly any butt at all, but the demon in my slacks reminded me that a handful was enough in asses as well as tits.
What I really noticed a moment later was that Amanda's butt was nothing in comparison to Kara's. The tall raven haired guest was perfectly proportioned - hips just narrower than her shoulders - but what really stood out, literally, was the shelf like curve of a dancer's rear end. I might have had to lick a bit of drool off my chin as I watched Kara load suitcases on the luggage trolley. My long loose sweater strategically covered my instant bulge.
Despite their having just had a flight to chatter, Amanda had insisted that both of them ride in the back of the car, no doubt wanting to emphasize that I had no relationship with her. Their excitement about the baby soon switched to talk about partying, and several times they playfully teased each other about which one was a bigger slut. As if THAT was not enough to give me wood, Kara excitedly blurted out, "well, at least I don't take it up the butt."
In the rear view mirror, I expected to see Amanda blushing, but instead she had slapped Kara playfully and replied, "Ass fucking is wonderful, don't knock it until you try it. I have better orgasms that way than when the guys just want to finger me twice, lick me once and then stick their throbbing cocks into my cunt and cum in like four of five thrusts."
"You are SUCH a slut," Kara had laughed, leading to a playful slapfest that lasted until we got home. Almost immediately, the two chums had declared themselves exhausted by the trip. My wife went to feed the baby, and the gals vanished to the guest room they were sharing. That room had a wall in common with the master bedroom. I sat reading on my bed, muffled sounds of playful giggling teasing me.
I thought I heard some slaps of palm on ass, and imagined how great Kara's ass might be to spank. Even watching her get spanked would be wonderful, I realized - the image of red palm print on creamy flesh gave me instant wood. As my cock tented my pants, I eased my zipper open. My organ sought fresh air, poking itself up out of the fly in my briefs. My book fell to my mattress as my hand curled around my shaft, my eyes closing all the better to focus on the springs squeaking on the other side of the wall. I imagined youthful lips suckling twenty year old nipples as I stroked my throbbing member. It only took about a dozen strokes for my balls, which had been aching since the airport, to tighten to my groin and allow great gobs of goo to spurt out my pee slit. I cupped my fist over the head of my cock, capturing the mess, intending to roll over for a tissue, but I nodded off, waking up an hour or so later to the sound of my wife in the kitchen. I noticed my door was open. Had I left it that way? Had she come in and seen my pathetic indulgence in self-abuse? Had she guessed the focus? Or, worse still, might Amanda and Kara have peeked in and snickered at my shrivelled manhood?
The two weeks since had passed quickly. The girls were seldom home, finding every excuse to go shopping, working out, hanging out, and partying every night, then sleeping until noon the next day or later. I never got a chance to peep at what they might be doing in their shared bed, or the extra shower built en suite in that room.
My imagination remained vivid enough that I was jerking off more than my normal once daily, retreating to the bedroom two or three times as the day unfolded, usually as my wife tended our son. Each night ended with me climaxing and then falling asleep with my cock relaxing in my fist, only to wake up with morning wood urgently demanding that I stroke myself to orgasm the next morning.
Amanda and Kara accidentally supplied just enough fuel to keep that fire burning. Though they both favoured sloppy sweats for the few moments they lounged around the house, in the morning. They might stumble to the kitchen for juice with their tank tops barely hiding braless breasts, and a five inch gap down to pajama pants, or on one memorable occasion, Amanda appearing wearing a matching set of lacy pink bra and bikini panties and no pants or shirt.
Though Amanda still treated her mother coolly, both girls seemed truly enchanted by the baby, so they tended to spend a few minutes each afternoon in the nursery. I found it easy to linger in the hallway and admire how their asses flexed even though the baggy sweats blurred the actual edges. When they lifted my son up from his crib and held him against their chests, I felt pangs of jealousy in my heart, envying the lucky little guy. MY little man stood at attention whenever his cheek rubbed a nipple. Neither girl seemed to bother with bras at home. The pokies in their sweats created bulges in my briefs.
When the ladies went to party, they teetered out of the house on six inch platforms, underwire bras elevating exposed cleavage at the top, long bare legs emerging from micro-skirts at the other. Or they wrapped a diaphanous sarong over a bikini that barely covered the nipples and the quim, with the simplest of flip flops to go to a beach party. My eyes never knew where to look. I knew that I should just look away, read a newspaper or fiddle with a gadget, but unless it was my imagination, the ladies went out of their way to tease me. Amanda might label me an oogler, but I would argue that it was all her doing, and that she loved the attention. There certainly seemed to be an abundance of giggles every time I was caught staring. My step-daughter would pose in the doorway, pivot like a model, and in a throaty voice inform me, "Don't wait up, Daddy-o, us girls might be out 'til dawn."
Of course I did more than oogle. The display and thoughts of what the young women might do until dawn never failed to leave my cock throbbing. Each evening I would go upstairs, hoping that my wife had put the baby down and be interested in a cuddle, but it never happened. Nursing and napping seemed to be the two options. So I would continue down the hall to my room and relieve myself, images of my step-daughter and her best pal dancing in my mind. Amanda naked, inviting me into the shower. Kara slowly stripping, dropping to her knees, sucking my cock. Both girls crouched on my bed, fighting over which of them would get my fat meat in their tight cunt first. Then the loser licking my cum out of the winner while I watched, slowly stroking my cock back to life so that I could fuck the second girl from behind while she ate out her friend.
New Year's Eve was their last night in my house. Their plane back to school left the evening of New Year's Day, the cheapest fare going. Before they headed out, Amanda left me strict instructions to let them sleep until the afternoon, because "there's nothing worse than flying with a fucking hangover."
I pointed out that at twenty she was still underage. That earned me the retort "Yeah, all you dirty old men just love THAT fantasy - finding some hot young thing to get drunk and fuck... you wish." With a wicked cackle, she pivoted and flounced out of the room so quickly even Kara was left behind in her wake, staring at me in stunned silence.
After an awkward moment, my step-daughter's bff shrugged and rushed to catch up to her. I swivelled my head to admire how those fine young legs disappeared under the hem of the plaid short skirt that hung straight down over the perfect ass. My animal brain begged me to stride over and shove her up against a wall, lift the skirt and take her caveman style. My self-restraint kicked in before I did more than shift my weight forward, though my stiff cock begged me to keep going.
My wife begged off staying up until midnight, insisting that she needed the rest, expecting the baby to wake up soon. She stumbled into the nursery and soon was snoring. I watched some dumb movie - intentionally picking the least sexy selection around, then watched the ball drop. I was in bed by 12:15, but still could not sleep - my cock kept filling with blood as images of Kara and Amanda dressed to kill danced like sugar plums.
So once again, I masturbated myself to sleep, nodding off with my limp dick still in my fist.
The sound of the girls returning drunkenly was the next thing I recall.
Right after the 'step-oogler' remark, Amanda stumbled into the bathroom, and I faintly heard retching.
"Is that the booze, or swallowing so many loads of spunk at the party, slut?" Kara teased Amanda, standing in the hallway, not worrying about the level of her voice.
I decide to get out of bed and remind her that my wife and the baby were still asleep when I heard her add, "you were such a greedy little cocksucker that I didn't get any action beyond a couple of hand jobs and tit grabs by the guys waiting to board your train. Mind you, watching you take on all comers was pretty hot. Except it just left me even more horny."
As I reached the doorway Kara finished, saying, "If you weren't such a mess, I would love to suck the spunk out of your cunt. You looked so yummy."
Right after speaking, Kara noticed my reflection in the glass of a painting hung in that hallway. Her eyes opened wide, a hand flew to her mouth, she froze. I noticed that her left tit had never gotten properly tucked into her top after the fumbling with the guys at the party - or maybe she had been making out while being driven home. She was braless, so I finally was treated to a good look at her entire breast, not like the bikini tops that teased but concealed. Her bubble gum pink nipple was noticeably erect. So was my cock.
Kara turned, still silent. Her eyes dropped right to my groin. She did not run to her room. She stepped toward me. Very quietly, she whispered, "Is that for me?"
Then she giggled, stepping closer and reaching her dainty hand out toward my erection.
From the other room, Amanda groaned.
"Let it all come up sweetie, I'll go find you some ginger ale and bring it up once you are finished, then tuck you in."
As Kara spoke, she wrapped her fingers around my shaft and gently gripped my girth. Clearly her practice earlier in the evening was effective, because she knew just how to stroke my member, firmly but slowly. She raised her free hand to my mouth, one finger across her lips to tell me to be quiet. I was about to reach up and grasp her boob when she sank to her knees. Her tongue swirled smoothly around the ridge of my helmet, teasing the glans on the underside, then poking into my slit. Her fist pumped my twice more to the root. She teased my balls with the tip of a finger before standing again.
I feared she was done with me, that this was just a tease to punish me for watching, until her lips brushed my ear. Her tongue flicked inside that cavity and she spoke ever so softly. "I'm going to go to the kitchen for that ginger ale, why don't you join me?"
She sounded a lot more sober, but clearly was drunk enough to think that this was a good idea, regardless of Amanda's distress, or how we might need to make eye contact in the morning.
She had never released her grasp on my cock, so I really had very little choice but to follow along. Kara paused at the top of the stairs and I bumped into her from behind, my stiffness pushing hard into the cleavage between her firm buttocks. She sighed and shifted her weight to roll her ass around my meat. Then she found the banister and we proceed as if we were joined.
The main floor was ghostly silent, dimly illuminated by an under cupboard light my wife always left on as a night light. Kara dropped my hand as we entered the kitchen. I stood in the doorway watching as she walked to the fridge and found the soda. She held the can against her cheek then placed it on the counter.
Turning toward me, Kara said, "If I feed it to Amanda that cold, it will come right back up for sure. I better leave it to get closer to room temp, and a bit flat never hurt either."
She popped the pressure with an elegant nail, stepped around the massive center island and asked,"What ever shall we do while I wait?"
To make sure that I understood, she pulled her top down further, baring both breasts, and hefted them in her palms. Long fingers with long nails caressed her own nipples. She leaned back against the island, moaning softly. I remained frozen, watching, stroking myself as she moved her right hand slowly down her body, caressing her belly, and then lifting her skirt to bare a panty free quim. One finger immediately stroked her gaping gash. The soft moans became throaty groans.
"Amanda was right - you do love to oogle. I wonder what else you would like?"
My hand stroked my cock as I stared at this beauty stroke her nipples and clit just a few feet away.
"Fuck me with that fat cock. Fuck me right here. I need cock right now." Kara grinned wickedly.
Kara's command released my invisible bonds and I closed the gap between us. I knew that having climaxed just a few hours before, I would last more than enough for this tart to enjoy the treat. My hands grabbed tightly onto her hips and I lifted her just enough to lower her cunt onto my cock. The first stroke was fierce, unrelenting, burying myself to the hilt, all my pent up passion releasing itself. Her labia separated effortlessly, her slit still tight enough that it molded itself to my weapon like a glove.
I pulled back, until only the very tip of my spear rested between her petals. I could feel Kara's warm moist boozy breath bathing my face as her chest heaved, panting for breath. In the morning, she would be able to blame drunkenness, or even claim not to remember. Worst case, she might call it rape. I had no such excuse. I was the sober adult, but I knew she wanted me, and I wanted her. I drove hard and deep into her cunt, pushing her ass against the counter, rewarded by her animal grunt.
"Yeah, that's it. Fuck me hard," Kara groaned, thrusting back around my hardness, her wetness soaking my groin.
She released her tits and grabbed a hunk of my hair with each hand, dragging my face to the pale valley between those mounds. My nighttime whiskers must have felt rough on her tender flesh, and she might still have the rash in the morning, but after midnight, in the moonlit kitchen, it just made her hips twist harder and faster around my shaft. Kara swivelled my head first in one direction and then the other. I instinctively trailed my tongue along the curve of her boob from her sternum right to her nipple, which I teased first by flicking my tongue out, and then gave a gentle sloppy full lipped kiss. Finally, I drew the nipple deep into my mouth and nipped at the base with my teeth. The first time I did that, Kara almost screamed, biting her lower lip to strangle her noise. When I switched to the other side, she was ready, and moaned instead
The harder I attacked her tits, the harder Kara fucked me. My hips were just on autopilot, my lower body rocking slightly to piston my meat into her gash, but her enthusiasm more than made up for my distraction.
My hands continued to explore her tits thoroughly, enjoying firmness I might have expected after surgery, but which seemed to exist naturally on this fit young college student. Once I had felt all those mounds had to offer, my hands roamed further, sliding down Kara's belly, along her sides, up and down her back. A finger caught on a curl of Kara's hair.
"Ouch," she exclaimed, startled.
Instinctively I grabbed a handful of that mane and tugged harder.
"Oh, fuck, yes, like that," Kara moaned, humping even harder against my groin.
At that moment, my other hand was caressing the special divot at the bottom of her spine, where all the nerve endings seem to join. I knew that just the right touch there would drive any woman wild. I was not wrong this time. Kara climaxed, her juices flooding all around my cock. I shifted both hands to cup her buttocks to steady her. Her muscles were incredible, milking my shaft without pause as her orgasm grew, subsided, grew again, in waves. Still, because I had come earlier, I did not explode.
As Kara writhed, my hands shifted to keep her balanced. Without really meaning to, one finger curled along the inside of a buttock, down that special cleavage and bumped against this young woman's most forbidden fruit. I was about to retreat when Kara grabbed my hair again, and dragged my mouth to her lips, sliding her tongue deep along my teeth.
Just before our lips met, she moaned, "Yes, there..."
My fingertip rotated around her rosebud, slowly relaxing it. Kara rewarded me with another gush of secretions around my cock as I eased my finger into her anus. I slowed my thrusting to match my cock thrusts to the progress of my finger. Kara continued fucking my mouth with her tongue, groaning. Soon I found a rhythm where my finger went deep into Kara's rear passage when my cock was almost withdrawn from her cunt, and then I pulled my finger almost out of her ass while thrusting my cock deep into her quim. Her muscles were incredible, squeezing each invading flesh in turn, allowing me to fuck her, but almost making me think that it was her fucking me.
Kara bit down hard on my lip, her body tensing, and then another even larger orgasm shook through her body, starting right from those dainty toes dangling in the air; through the strong calves linked behind my ass; shaking her washboard belly; jiggling her tits; making her head roll and then snap back, almost slamming into the counter-top. Most especially, it quaked through her loins, where we were joined. The snap of her head startled Kara's eyes open, though they had a wild unfocused glaze in the dim light of the dark kitchen. Suddenly, her mouth opened wide into a grin that was brighter than the sun.
"Come inside me now, fill me up, then I want to lick that gorgeous cock clean," she begged as breath slowly returned to her lungs.
My cock throbbed appreciatively in response and I slid another finger up her ass, enjoying the feeling of two digits dancing, their drumming transmitted through the thin membrane separating cunt and ass right to my cock. It also made Kara rotate her hips with renewed vigour.
"Now, I need it now," she insisted.
I noticed enlightenment illuminate her eyes at that moment, and then, without another word, Kara slid her hand along and around my hip, holding my groin tight to her loins, our bodies tight together. Craning herself up off the counter, her other hand cradled the back of my neck. She stabbed her tongue deep into my throat as at the other end, her fingertip drove deep to stimulated my prostate. As my seed surged forth from my balls, I suddenly appreciated that Kara was far more knowledgeable in the ways of men than I had expected of a twenty year old. I found myself wondering whether my step-daughter, Amanda, was just as sophisticated and slutty, as great bogs of goo filled her bff's womb, pumping out so much that stray bits were already trickling along our legs and dripping onto the floor tiles. Kara held me tight, our bodies gently rocking together, her muscles coaxing ever morsel out of my meat.
Finally she released her grip, threw her arms wide and fell back on the counter-top.
"That's it, that's the one," Kara sighed, referring to the orgasm I must have missed while experiencing my own.
I stepped back, my cock easing out from her labia with a gentle 'plop'. She seemed spent, and I was unsure what to do next,. I thought perhaps her earlier demand to suck my cock was forgotten now that she was satiated, and, worse, that she might have sobered up just enough that she would regret what we had just done. Would she run screaming to Amanda, or wake up my wife?
Fear is a silly emotion, and fortunately, Kara did not leave me unsettled for long. She quickly rewarded me with another smile bigger than sunshine, and silently slid down off the counter onto her knees at my feet.
My still half hard cock was dangling inches from that cute little nose, but Kara seemed determined to continue to shock me. Without even sticking her tongue out to catch the glob of semen dangling from my slit, she lowered her face right to floor level, stuck her tongue out, and licked up the tiny puddle of juices that had dripped there.
"Don't want to leave any traces," she explained, grinning up at me proudly, "and a dirty little slut is also a clean little girl."
As she spoke, she took my meat in her tiny fist and wrapped her fingers around, tugging it softly. She clearly had done this often enough to appreciate how sensitive a cock is just after coming. She rose up and started taking me into her mouth, gently bathing my meat with her tongue. When she got to the base, she licked all around and then slowly explored all the flesh with the tip of her tongue, truly intent it seemed on not leaving a morsel of the leftovers from our lovemaking.
In spite of two orgasms emptying my balls, all this attention from a sensual young woman soon revived my cock and it surged full of blood and returned to hardness about the same time that Kara teased the final speck of seed out of my slit. I slowly rubbed her shoulders, trying not to hope for a blow job in the moonlight, in case she was not interested, or worse, that I might not be able to come again and would spoil the magic by giving her a sore jaw.
Instead, Kara bathed the underside of my cock head with her tongue, nipping lightly with her teeth at the flap of skin under there. She giggled, reminding me of how she behaved around Amanda, making me wonder again just what sort of closeness they shared together.
"I loved how your fingers danced in my ass, Daddy," Kara moaned. "It makes me think that you can do magic things up there with this meat too."
So swiftly that I had no time to think about her meaning, Kara rose, swivelled and bent over the counter, her fingers still gripping my cock. Moonlight bounced off her fine young rump, but I barely had a second to appreciate the view as she tugged my lance forward and pushed her hips back, aiming my tip straight between her buttocks. I thought as my skin entered that rear passage that she had claimed it was virgin, and wondered how I would fit. It turned out that there was enough of our juices from fucking earlier had flowed around to her anus that she was well lubricated, and I slid right past her sphincter into her anus, which closed tightly around my meat even more glove-like than her pussy.
My hands slid up Kara's flesh and slipped between her body and the counter-top, cupping her tits, using them as handles to pull her back harder to meet my thrusts. This fuck was even more animalistic than the earlier round.
"Oh, fuck, daddy, this feels great," Kara moaned.
"And it looks even hotter, can I join in?" came a voice from behind me. |
Starting Anew | 91,780 | 4.53 | 1,702,633 | [
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] | I met my girlfriend in my Junior year at Penn State. We were both Physical Education majors. But our relationship grew due to our mutual love of CrossFit. That's a specific type of training which really became popular a few years ago. It involves cardio, bodyweight exercises and Olympic-style weight lifting. In fact, my girlfriend and I competed together in a 'CrossFit Games' program on a specific sports-themed cable television network.
I graduated a semester earlier than my girlfriend. It was supposed to be a happy, exciting time for us. The night I graduated, I proposed to my girl and she accepted. We stayed up late that night dreaming of our future. We agreed, when she graduated in the spring, we would move to California. It was sort of the fitness capitol of the United States. To establish a life in that culture was a dream for both of us.
I took my new fiancée to my parents' home in New Jersey for Christmas. We were going to share our plans for marriage and moving out west. But when we arrived, there was a palatable air of gloom in the house. Before we could share our news, my father announced he and my mother were getting a divorce. Neither of them elaborated as to why. My mother wouldn't, or couldn't, say anything at all. I sensed she had been crying a lot over this development. She probably wouldn't have been able to keep it together if I had tried to press her for reasons.
Although we had planned to stay for a week, my girl and I only stayed one night. We were too excited about the developments in our own life to be in that house of gloom for the holidays. We drove back to Pennsylvania and managed to have a pleasant little Christmas together. Still, I couldn't stop thinking about my parents, specifically my mother. I wasn't worried about my father. He had a good paying executive position in a multi-national company. He had many friends as well. My mother, on the other hand, had never worked since she got married. Her 'friends' were really my father's friends with whom she was required to socialize. Now they were divorcing, I was sure they would all abandon her. I had a sad image of my mother, alone and feeling forsaken.
So when the New Year started, I began calling my mother twice a week. I was happy with the fact she got to keep the house and was receiving a livable alimony check each month. I didn't have any advice for her. I just called to be there, to be a friend. It was initially strange because our relationship had previously been that of a typical mother and son. We had always loved each other, but our roles were clearly defined. Now, she began opening up to me about things mothers don't typically share with their sons. Not sexual things but hopes, fears, regrets, reminisces of old loves, of my father when he was courting her. I could tell she loved our conversations. I was more than happy to be her sounding board.
She eventually confessed to why my father divorced her. It was your typical story of a successful man hitting a mid-life crisis. He apparently began an affair with a woman in his office 20 years his junior. My mother was willing to forgive him for love and the sake of the marriage. But he was compelled to chase his youth with this new relationship. My mother was heartbroken but surprisingly philosophical over everything. Her reaction was to overhaul of her own life. She wanted to get back into the shape she was 20 years ago when she had me. She asked me for diet and workout plans. Given that was my expertise, I complied. She also said she had a surprise for me next time I came to visit.
That visit came at the end of April. My girl was taking her final exams, so I thought I'd get out of the apartment and let her study in peace. I was really looking forward to seeing my mother in person. We had grown close over the last 4 months. Yes, my wife-to-be was my best friend. But my mom had become my co-best friend (Believe me, I would never admit that to my fiancée). I had plans to take her out. Maybe we could go to Atlantic City for the day. Like most people with my major, I made a few bucks on the side as a personal trainer. And as a very fit, I admit good looking, 21-year-old personal trainer, my female clients were very generous with their tips. My girlfriend believed I was totally faithful when I trained those women. All I'll say is, you don't make 200.00 an hour helping people do sit-ups.
I rang the doorbell to the home I grew up in. The door opened only a few inches. My mother's smiling eyes appeared.
"Hello, handsome! Are you ready for the surprise?"
I laughed and said, "Yes! Yes!" I had no idea what she was up to.
She announced, "Ta-da!" and swung open the door.
She had lost maybe 20 pounds. You could see it in her face. Not that she was overweight to begin with. But she had definitely tightened up the package. The SURPRISE, and man, was it ever, were her breasts. Specifically, her apparent boob job. Her boobs were amazing! The had to be a full d cup. And on her petite frame, they were the center of attraction. She was wearing a light blue v-neck tee shirt . Her nipples poked out a half inch, like fat thumbs. There was obviously no bra there. I know our relationship had evolved from that of parent and child to one of close friends. But this moment had me dumbstruck. She was mouth-watering delicious... but she was still my mother.
She stood in the doorway, her arms held open, exhibiting these new, magnificent additions.
"Well, what do you think?" she smiled. I think the fact my mouth was hanging open and my eyes were bugging out told her everything she needed to know. And she was apparently happy.
She stepped to me and gave me the most incredibly loving hug I've ever had.
"I'm so happy to see you." She purred.
After a good minute, she finally pulled away. Her unavoidable nipples were even more erect. She kissed me on the mouth, emphasizing her happiness at seeing me.
"Mom, your, uh, boobs are amazing!" I managed to sputter.
She looked down at them, grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled down. This exposed even more cleavage. She pulled within a millimeter of her areolas. She was proud of her new titties. And apparently, felt not the slightest bit of modesty.
"Oh honey, I'm so glad you like them. I went to the best doctor in New York City. This is the exact size they were when I was breastfeeding you. That was the time of my life when I felt most attractive. After I weened you, they dropped 2 cup sizes and flatted out. I'm so happy to have them back!"
"Well, I must be having a flashback because suddenly I'm very hungry."
As soon as I said that, I wondered what in the world came over me. I just told my mother I wanted suck her tits! Thankfully, it was apparently the right thing to say. She squealed with laughter and wrapped her arms around me again.
I was a bit tired after the 4-hour drive from State College. My girl had put me through a marathon lovemaking session the night before, knowing we'd be apart for a week. Mom had me sit at the kitchen table while she made me a sandwich. She told me how she had gotten her boob job a month ago. She said she was very sore for the first couple weeks. Now they were still sensitive, but in a 'good way'.
"When I'm alone in the house, I'm normally topless. Just having to wear this tee shirt in front of you has me all hot-n-bothered."
I just about choked on my sandwich, which made mother laugh out loud.
"I haven't really shown them off. I wanted you to be the first to really see them."
I wondered if she understood how that sounded to me. I assumed she was simply proud of her new body, her new look. And since I had given her some diet and exercise advise, she wanted to show her appreciation. But I was lusting for her in a serious way. And all this talk about her tits was beginning to be torturous.
I asked her if she had bought any nice cloths specifically for her new body. She said no, so I gave her my charge card and told her to go out and buy something nice. I would take her out that evening. After trying to refuse, she eventually accepted. In truth, I wanted a nap and to cool my jets for a while. I hadn't stopped drooling over her barely-covered knockers from the moment I got there.
She put on a much more modest outfit, gave me a kiss and headed out. I went upstairs to my old room and jacked off to relieve the tension she had created. I fell asleep almost as soon as I shot my load. Thankfully, I had pulled a sheet over my naked body before passing out because I awoke a couple hours later to my mother standing at the foot of the bed.
"Baby, you look like a young Greek God sleeping there."
The sheet barely came above my freshly jerked cock, leaving my entire upper body for my mother to ogle. And she did so shamelessly. She looked like a hungry lioness about to pounce. I asked what she got at the store, which snapped her out of whatever lecherous fantasy she was lost in. She smiled and said, "You'll see."
About 10 miles outside my hometown is one of the nicest restaurants in southern New Jersey. I called and was lucky enough to get reservations for two. There were some acceptable cloths for me to wear still hanging in my closet. My mother retreated into the master bedroom, where she had her own full bath and walk-in closet. I passed by her door a couple times to hear her singing to herself as she prepared for dinner. I was delighted to see her so happy.
I was drinking a glass of my father's fine scotch, waiting for her downstairs. Just as time was demanding we leave, she appeared at the top of the staircase. She wore a black dress. The neckline plunged almost to her bellybutton. It did not allow for a bra. But her breasts were so deliciously round and full, there was no need for one. The sides of the dress were open, allowing for a massive amount of tit exposure. She wore a diamond necklace which drew even more attention to her décolletage. The desire to pull aside the cloth covering her nipples and begin sucking was almost overwhelming.
I didn't want to smear her carefully applied make-up, so I took her hand and kissed it. She cooed in approval. I opened the car door for her. I could see as she sat down her dress was slit very high up her thigh. As we drove, she took my hand and placed it on her leg with her hand resting on top of mine.
"No stockings tonight?" I observed.
"No, with my breast so sensitive, it seems everything is more sensitive. My legs, my... Well, everything." She giggled.
I was disciplined enough to keep my attention on the road and not the smooth, delectable flesh under my hand. Still, my cock was in a state of three quarter erection and promised to stay that way all night. We got to the restaurant a bit early. This gave us some time to go to their bar and have a drink. I have to say, my mom made quite an impression. Almost all the men and a good portion of the women we saw stared lustfully at her amazing body and the dress that framed it. My mother was glowing with pride under their obvious admiration. I was as mesmerized as everyone else, even though I had had a few more hours to be with her.
During dinner, the conversation was light and fun. I avoided talking about my planned move out west. In fact, I was starting to think that was a bad idea. I love this woman before me. Talking on the phone twice a week was nice, but to be in her presence was something I didn't want to live without. Not simply because of her arresting body. It was everything about her. I was going to have to have a serious talk with my fiancée when I got back to Pennsylvania.
After a wonderful dinner, we drove back home. The night was dark. The atmosphere in the car was electric. We had laughed and enjoyed ourselves all evening. We had each had a few drinks and were feeling loose and free. The feeling of love between us was strong. My mom put my hand back on her thigh then leaned over to my face as I drove.
"Honey, your mother is feeling very, VERY wicked right now."
"Now, now... be a good girl. I want to get us home in one piece."
She whined at my response like a spoiled child not getting her way. She kissed my cheek then bit my earlobe. She settled back in her seat.
"When we get back, I want you to help me with something. I know you'll enjoy it." She growled.
"Ooo.. I can't wait." I replied, squeezing the flesh under my hand.
She sang along to the radio the rest of the way home. Again, my heart was warmed by her obvious good mood. When we finally got back, she told me to get into something comfortable and meet her in the living room. I took a quick shower and dressed in my sleeping attire, which was a tee shirt and boxer shorts. I was a little nervous but not at all conflicted. I was enjoying every second of her flirting and teasing. I was up for whatever and would not have a second of apprehension at anything she might want to do.
I went downstairs and turned the television on to a station that played meditative music 24/7. I let the screen be the only light in the room. Soon my mother appeared. She was wearing a silk robe that, again, betrayed the fact she was braless underneath. She walked up to me and gave me another long, warm hug. She pulled back just enough to look me in the face. My cock had never relaxed from its earlier state of agitation. My shaft nestled against her pubis. I know she could feel me between the thin layers of cloth separating us.
"Baby, thank you so much for tonight. You made me feel so wonderful. I haven't been this happy since I can't remember."
She kissed me on the lips. It was an opened mouth kiss for the first time. There was no tongue, but it was loving, warm, soft and passionate. We eventually parted and she looked me in the eye while she licked her lips. 'Delicious' she whispered.
She had me sit on the couch. She left the room for a moment and came back with a little white jar.
"Baby, I've been rubbing this into my breasts for the last month. It is supposed to help with pain and swelling. I'm almost done with it. I thought you'd want to help mommy out and rub it in for me tonight."
I felt like I had just won the lottery. I could only nod and say, "Yes please!"
She smiled and shrugged off her robe. Her body was breathtaking. If you didn't know, you'd think her breasts were real. Perfect, mouth-watering but real. They hung magnificently as a 45 year old woman's should. Her areolas were the size of half dollars, tipped with fat, succulent nipple. Nipples that begged to be sucked. She was clearly in shape but had a bit of a paunch that only made her that much more feminine. In contrast, my wife had a steel cable, six pack abs. Good for aerobics and weightlifting but not the sexiest thing for a hetro man to kiss.
She shyly placed her hands over her smoothly-shaved beaver. I had never laid eyes on a sexier vision. She directed me to sit at one end of the couch. She had me put my legs up so she could sit between them, her back against my chest. She wiggled up against me, my rock-hard cock nestled between her ass cheeks. The thin fabric of my boxer the only barrier between us. I threw off my shirt and wrapped my arms around her. She smelled like wildflowers. She hummed her pleasure over our skin-on-skin contact. I looked over her shoulder as she opened the lid of her breast cream.
She turned her face to mine. Our lips were an inch apart. "Take some, baby." She whispered, offering the open jar. I dipped three fingers in and withdrew a dollop. I warmed the ointment between my hands. It felt silky and had a sweet, delicate musky smell. My mom set the jar down, closed her eyes and laid her head back between my neck and shoulder. My hands trembled slightly as I reached for the globes I'd been lusting over all day. I cupped the underside of each simultaneously. Mom gave a quick intake of breath, then a purr of pleasure as I slowly, ever so slowly ran my hands up from under her breasts, over her turgid nipples and further, to almost her collarbone. I reversed course, achingly, slowly retracing the journey to the underside of her breasts. Back and forth I made this trip until each breast fully glistened with cream in the flickering light of the television. Then I used both hands per tit, holding it on both sides then running each hand across the slick skin to the nipple peak, giving it a gentle tug with each pass.
Mother began to moan and squirm as my manipulations continued. I could see her sliding her thighs together, trying to rub her clit between them. I turned my face to her ear and whispered.
"Mom, you can touch yourself if you want. Do it, please. I want to see you." She opened her eyes and looked at me.
"Really, baby? You want to see mommy touch herself for you?" She breath into my mouth.
I nodded in accent. We met in a kiss, her tongue demanding mine. At the same time, I felt her legs open. I turned to look down. She was running her finger up and down between the petals of her flower. At the top, a large clit stood out, wanting to be caressed. Mom would tug at it every third or fourth pass. Or she would twirl her finger around it like a mini tornado. Mom was also nipping at my neck and ear whenever a particularly intense wave of pleasure hit her. All the while I was pulling and strumming at her nips. Then she began to finger herself. Soon the room was filled with the obscene noise of her fingers plunging in and out of her drenched pussy. As it became clear her orgasm was moments away, I asked her to stop and give me her masturbating fingers to lick. She hesitantly withdrew them and lifted them to my mouth. With the lids of her eyes half-closed, her mouth opened as mine did, watching as I took her finger into my mouth. I ran my tongue up, down and around each pussy cream coated digit. When I was done she returned them to the task of fucking her. Our mouths met again as her orgasm hit her like a train. She jerked and spasmed in my arms while I held her, preventing her from falling to floor.
"Oh my God! Baby... Baby... Oh my God.." She kept repeating as she caught her breath. She closed her legs and curled into a fetal position on my chest. I simply held her, basking in the amazement of the most incredible moment I've ever lived. Soon her breathing was normal, then replaced with the deeper breathing of sleep. I lifted her up and carried her to her bedroom. Laying her on the bed, I kissed her cheek. She whispered, "I love you" as I draped a blanket over her naked body. Then I left her room for my own.
Waking up the next day, I was most surprised at how I felt no regret over what happened. I mean none. The only negative feeling about yesterday came when I checked my cellphone. My fiancée had called twice and left a bunch of text messages. I last contacted her when I had arrived at my mom's the day before, just to let her know I made it safe. I didn't think of reaching out to her since. And I didn't feel like speaking to her that morning either.
After freshening up, I walked downstairs to find my mother in the kitchen. All she wore were some black satin panties. She turned and embraced me as soon as she heard my footsteps.
"Are you alright, baby?" She spoke into my chest.
"More than alright. Yesterday was amazing. I love you so much."
She stepped back, opened her arms and presented herself to me.
"How do you like it? This is how I dress every day."
"You wear it well, my love." I said with a wink. My cock jumped in my boxers, catching my mother's eye.
"I do feel bad about one thing, baby. Come here."
She grabbed my hand and led me to the living room. She sat down on the couch and had me stand before her.
"You were so good to me yesterday." She said. Her face was level with my swollen crotch. "I want to do something nice for you." With that she lowered my boxers, freeing my fully erect cock. She held it with admiration, slowly running her hand up and down the shaft. She looked up at me.
"I've wanted to do this for so long. I love you so, so much." She softly said. She began kissing the shaft, moving up to the head, then back down. After a few more passes, she took the head into her mouth.
There are certain types of blowjobs. There's the obligatory blowjob; which is when your partner feels it's their duty or they owe you. There's the mindless blowjob; where the giver has done it so often, they just go through the motions. There's the technical blowjob; these are focused on technique. Often good, but lacking emotion. What my mom gave me was the worshipful blowjob and it was the greatest of my life. Her heart and soul were focused 100% with pleasing me while, at the same time, expressing the deepest of loves. With her mouth and tongue, through my cock and balls, she wanted me to know how much she loved me, how deep her appreciation was for me and how devoted she would always be. I felt all those things and more with every slurp, suck and nibble.
I couldn't say how long it lasted. 2 minutes? 10? 20? All I know is I was in heaven. When I felt the cum rushing up my shaft, I shouted a warning. This only made her moan in anticipation. She drank my load down like it was the essence of life itself. My knees buckled and I fell to the floor before her. I held her in my arms, whispering "thank you, thank you" over and over again. Eventually, I turned my face to her neck and began kissing. I kissed across her throat and down. I suckled at her breast in the most tender of ways. She ran her hand through my hair and moaned "yes baby, yes" as I sucked and nibbled at her fat nipples.
After giving each magnificent tit the attention it deserved, I guided mom onto her back and pulled off her panties. With a hand behind each knee, I held her legs up and open, exposing her completely. I dove my tongue into her sopping crevasse, extending it as far as I could, then curling it back, getting the maximum taste of her womanhood as I could. I continued to lap into her. I then moved up to her clitty. I sucked and fluttered my tongue around it until it was literally quivering with explosive pleasure. I introduced my fingers into her as this clit teasing was going on. After that, it was mere moments before orgasmic jets of sweet juice began splashing on my face. She screamed my name and pulled my hair violently.
Once she had come down to the point of being a mass of quivering flesh, I began the slow trek of kisses up her body until we were eventually face-to-face. We kissed softly, expressing the tender side of the feeling between us. She ran a hand down my back and around to my never-softened cock.
"Put me inside you." I breathed into her ear. She nodded her head. We locked eyes as I slid into the passage from where I had emerged into this world. Our rhythm was slow and steady. Her pussy was still contracting from her previous orgasm. Eventually our coupling intensified until she came, bursting into tears at the intensity and beauty of the moment. I followed her orgasm with my own, never questioning for a moment whether it was ok to seed her depths.
As we laid together in post-orgasmic bliss, I knew I had some tough decisions to make. But for the moment, I closed my eyes and savored the pure joy of our entanglement. |
Stepdaughter's BFF Ch. 02 | 83,373 | 4.62 | 1,031,845 | [
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] | "Oh, fuck, daddy, this feels great," Kara, my stepdaughter's twenty year old best friend moaned as I took her anal cherry in my kitchen, in the wee small hours of New Year's day.
"And it looks even hotter, can I join in?" came a voice from behind me. It was my wife speaking. We had only married earlier that year, after I had accidentally impregnated her. Now breast feeding and child care took all of her energy, and our sex life was non-existent, though I knew that was no excuse to be found in the kitchen fucking a woman barely out of her teens.
Then what she said sank in past the initial shock at being discovered. I knew Viola had been a bit of a slut before we met - heck, we had fucked in a bathroom at the New Year's Eve party exactly a year before, the first night we had met. I had assumed that I was not the first stranger she had sex with. Somehow though, the subject of a threesome had never come up.
"Yes, please, Amanda's mom, let me suck on those big fat milk-filled titties," Kara begged. I was less shocked by this request, as I had suspected that the two younger women were at least a bit bi-experimental, though Kara had gone to pains to create the impression that she was less slutty than Amanda, who seemed to have taken after her Mother no matter how much tension existed in that relationship.
"I've noticed you watching when I breast feed," Viola chuckled deep from her belly as she stepped closer. "It made my cunt wet thinking about your nipples getting hard. I saw how your lips would purse, emulating the baby. I know that you would be going to your room to rub one out as soon as you could - so I went out of my way to show more than I needed to. Your interest in me was the first time I've felt sexy since I gave birth."
By this time, Viola was right beside Kara, and had quickly unbuttoned the flannel pajama top she wore while nursing. I noticed that she wore a pair of practical panties, but her jammie bottoms were pooled on the floor in the doorway. I realized that I had been frozen in mid fuck since Viola had spoken. Kara solved that issue by pushing back, burying my slightly wilted cock deep in her rectum.
"How long have you been watching?" I needed to know.
"Long enough," Viola sighed.
Her breasts were now fully exposed. I paused as I watched Kara drink in their beauty. They were beautifully full. Her nipples stuck out, impossibly long and hard. The one on the left was leaking slightly. Kara stroked that milk laden udder, causing a drop of pearly white liquid to dangle tantalizingly before her face.
"Did you climax yet?" Kara asked her. I imagined that the grin on that young face stretched from ear to ear as she craned her neck forward, tongue catching the gob of milk before gravity won the race. Unlike Amanda, Kara seemed to find great joy for life. If that inspired my wife to get out of the nursery more, all the better.
Viola did not answer right away. Her head was thrown back, eyes rolling up toward the ceiling as Kara suckled that nipple, while simultaneously expressing the milk to the tip of the other breast.
"Oh, that feels divine. You know just what I need," Viola finally sighed, "now please do the other one."
As the young woman switched sides, she also flexed some sort of muscles in her groin to milk my cock. One of Viola's hands held Kara's head against Viola's chest while the other explored that lithe young body. When Viola sighed, I noticed that Kara was also playing with Viola's clit.
I heard Viola gasp slightly and saw her lean slightly forward, closer to Kara's lips. I watched Kara slowly suck the nipple further into her mouth. As Kara continued to suck and swallow Viola's milk, she began to work the base of the nipple with her tongue. I saw my wife's breath quicken as she leaned even harder into her daughter's friend's face. The way that the soft flesh of Viola's tit gave way to the pressure was fascinating, but somehow made my cock even harder rather than distracting me. Kara rotated her hips in response to my throbbing in her ass.
For a moment, even as the illicit sex escalated around me, it felt like I was removed from the scene, watching, masturbating. I appreciated anew just how hot Viola was. She had lost her baby weight except for those enormous pendulous milk jugs that fascinated Kara so much. If anything, the breast feeding had carved more fat from Viola's body than the baby had added - she still had curves but now they were chiselled, like an erotic work of art. Love of my wife filled my heart, lust filled my loins.
We continued like that for a few minutes. Each time Kara sucked Viola's nipples, she opened her mouth a little wider, sucking a little more of my wife's full udder flesh past her lips until she had quite a mouthful. I could hear the sound of the young woman's tongue teasing each nipple in turn as she drank deeply first from one tit and then from the other. Viola moaned and shivered. My cock throbbed in Kara's ass.
"C...came once, but bit my lip to keep k...quiet..." Viola finally stammered and answered to Kara's earlier question. I felt tiny shock waves shaking her body transmitted through our shared lover to my cock as Kara suckled and finger fucked her. "Right about when you begged him to f...fuck...your... asssssss..."
Another climax roared through Viola's body. Kara suddenly released Viola's tit from her lips as she grabbed a fistful of Viola's hair and dragged their mouths together into a deep tongue twisting kiss, as if trying to swallow my wife's orgasm and not wake Amanda or the baby. If Amanda was sleeping...I suddenly remembered that Kara had come to the kitchen to get a ginger ale for her bff, sick from too much New Year's partying, too much fucking, too much booze.
Kara did not leave me out of our slightly enlarged party. She knew what she wanted, and was out to get it - at both ends, it seemed. She rocked back against my loins, our flesh slapping together in a steady cadence. My thrusting found her rhythm as we slammed together, the force driving my cock deeper into her previously unexplored passages, the fat head of my cock stretching her bowels just a bit more with every stroke.
Viola's thumb must have been fucking Kara as if it was a tiny cock. Their ongoing kiss muffled the noise, but I felt the cry of passion as every muscle in Kara's tight body tensed. Her glutes clamped down around my cock so I could not move it at all, but I kept rocking my body against hers, totally drawn back into the present, overwhelmed by the experience of sharing with two lovers their discovery of new found pleasures.
I put my lips to Kara's ear.
"I can tell that the pain has been replaced with intense pleasure, hasn't it, Kara? You're an amazing woman to share this with us, you've done an incredible thing for both of us but I know that you're the one having the most fun. I don't know what else I can offer you."
"Come for me," she said. "Fill my poop chute with your sweet nectar."
Her muscles gripped my manhood even tighter. My balls drew tight to my body, now seconds away from erupting. Without warning, I felt my wife's fingers slide down our lover's sodden cunt and caress my scrotum. That was all it took. My load exploded into Kara's clenched ass, spurt after spurt of cream flooding into that previously virgin hole.
All three of us were clumped tightly together, in a Kara sandwich, bodies heaving for breath, sweat the primary lubricant.
My cock started to shrink, having pumped forth more seed than it hard in a year. I slid sideways, somewhat collapsed against the counter as the tip of my organ slipped from Kara's sphincter with a soft "plop".
In the silence of the dark kitchen, that sound was enough to jolt us all back to reality. Viola pulled her face back, breaking off the kiss with Kara. My wife tossed her hair from side to side, moonlight enhancing the wild look in her eyes as her brain raced to process what she had just experienced.
Even Kara straightened up, one final shiver coursing through her body, and ran her fingers through her own hair, breath slowly refilling her lungs.
That moment did not survive long, however.
"Viola, you can't waste the stuff leaking out of my cunt and my ass...it would be a shame to have it all puddle on your floor," Kara spoke, "then I'd have to force you to clean it up - by licking it off the floor. Much more fun just to lick it out of me."
Without pausing, but with a playful giggle, the youngster used her elbows to leverage her body up onto the counter-top. My eyes made contact with Viola's. I expected her to bolt from the room and lock herself in the nursery for the rest of the night, out of shame, or anger toward me,. Or at least a need to process the events.
Instead, she held my gaze as she replied to her daughter's bff.
"Fine, but he has to step away and not touch me while I do it."
"I want him to watch," Kara purred like a kitten.
"Fine," Viola bit the word off crisply as it left her lips. "He can watch, he can play with his fucking dick, but he better keep it well away from me - I don't need to get knocked up again."
I did not have time to process that thought, because the second she finished speaking, Viola dove between Kara's knees, burying her face in that cream filled cunt, slurping at the pearly erect clit, licking down the gash, and then sealing her lips around Kara's anus, swallowing my freshest deposit.
"She's tonguing my asshole, Daddy," Kara gasped, making eye contact with me as if to draw me back into the sex, even as I stepped a few inches back to avoid brushing against Viola as she munched away.
I tried to make eye contact with Kara, but could not hold it as she kept staring intensely at my cock. I don't think she realized that she was licking her lips. She was beginning to breathe heavily.
"Oh, Daddy, you're still half hard," Kara observed next. "stroke it for me."
Viola had not forbidden touching my own cock, and anyway, she was busy swallowing my seed as it flowed out of our lover's ass.
"You have such a nice cock, Daddy," Kara encouraged me as my hand found its familiar way to hefting the shaft in my palm. "So big, so fat, so quick to recover - I had a fling with a teacher your age and he was only good for one time a night. You are so much better..."
Her voice trailed off at the final word, as Viola started to thrum Kara's clit with a baby finger, the thumb of that hand stroking up and down the young slit just as I started to stroke the cock Kara was describing. Tremors shook through Kara's body as she seemed to be experiencing aftershocks from her earlier climax, or precursors for the next big bang.
I closed my eyes. It felt so good. I knew the feel of my cock thoroughly after all these years, yet as familiar as it is, it always felt like the first time. Kara was looking back at me as I slid my palm over the head of my cock, cupping it like I did when I read porn, my eyes closing as I focussed on my pleasure, but still aware of the shared experience adding to everybody's joy - even Viola's, whether she admitted it or not.
My flesh was still wet from Kara's ass. I began to stroke it slowly. My cock was as hard as a rock, sticking straight out from my body, with the hardness that Kara lusted after. A drop of pre-cum emerged from the pee slit. With my finger I spread it around the head.
"What do you think about when you masturbate?" Kara asked.
"What could be better than two beautiful women pleasuring each other, one - you - looking at my cock as I masturbate watching them."
Kara chuckled lustily.
"Sounds like the ultimate male fantasy, except I don't think that you are going to get to fuck both of us, and you've already fucked me."
I watched quietly for a moment, silently stroking as Kara watched, her fingers running through Viola's hair as my wife ran her mouth up from the youngster's asshole back toward that slit. The tongue action must have been magic, judging from how those twenty year old hips writhes on the counter top.
"Regardless, I think that this is what I'm gonna masturbate to for a long time," I admitted.
Kara laughed again. I was glad I came several times already, as this portion of the night was so sensual and I did not want to come too quickly and ruin the experience. I wanted to put on a great show for my stepdaughter's bff.
We continued like this for a bit, me stroking my cock, Viola lapping at Kara's cunt, Kara's toes curling from the excitement of watching me as my wife teased her clit, and began adding a little finger action into Kara's wet gash. Everybody's breathing started to get a bit ragged. Kara's eyes switched back and forth from my cock to my face, but then they lost focus, rolling back in her head.
I especially enjoyed how the angle of my view allowed me to see Viola's tits dangling as she ate out Kara. Though Viola had forbade touching, she had not banned my imagination or my desire. I stroked my cock to yet another erection thinking about how much I wanted to grasp those two breasts in my hands. As best as she could, Viola slurped my seed out of Kara's gash and ass. Their size appeared too swollen even for my extra large hands and some of the warm soft, tit flesh would no doubt spill out around my fingers. I still yearned to squeeze what I could, however, and relish the feel of those handfuls that I had been denied for too long.
Kara's gasp brought me back to reality.
"Too hard?" Viola asked, briefly raising her mouth from Kara's openings, but keeping her head so close that I knew warm air was still teasing Kara's clit.
"No, I just need more - or different, I guess..." in the pause that followed, I knew that Kara would be blushing even though the light was too dim to show it. I loved how this young woman could be virginal one moment, a slut the next.
She demonstrated that further by continuing.
"I think the reason that I wanted to suck your tits so badly was that no one seems to appreciate my tits as much as I do, so I just knew you would feel the same way - and I was right."
She giggled nervously, her finger tips grazing her erect points. Viola was lazily fingering Kara's clit as the girl spoke further.
"They are intensely sensitive to being touched. I love it when they are touched and sensuously but also, in the heat of passion, when they are gripped roughly, sucked hard and even bitten. When my nipples get sucked the electricity runs in spiky currents straight to my clit. That's how I have my best orgasms. But the young studs with their hard meat don't seem to get that. Daddy does. So I hope you won't mind if I want him to play with my tits while you finish eating me. That's how I think I'll come the hardest."
My eyes shifted from Kara's tits to my wife's face. I could not make out her expression, but the shape of her shoulders indicated guarding.
"Sure, as long as he doesn't try to be sneaky and use that as an excuse to stick his prick in my cunt, baby."
Viola said the last word softly, and her body language relaxed as she lowered her mouth once again to nibble her lover's pearl.
As I stepped close to the counter, lowering my head to Kara's chest, my erection bumped Viola's hip, but she did not bolt or jump away. If anything, her thigh might have shifted as if snuggling me a bit.
Softly and tenderly at first, I began kissing the pliant flesh of Kara's tit, circling from the areola to the underside, letting my tongue trail around to explore the valley of her cleavage. With each circuit, the circles became smaller and smaller around her nipples.
Kara brought her lips to my ear and whispered as I teased her right nub with my teeth, "She said you can't fuck her cunt, but notice she never said you can't fuck her ass. I bet that is what she really wants - remember how she said she came when I begged you to fuck me in the ass."
"Hey, no secrets here," Viola objected.
"Shut up and suck my cunt, woman," Kara laughed. Clearly still more than a little drunk, "I was just telling him not to bite too hard."
"I think he doesn't think that there is such a thing as too hard - in biting like in cocks you know," Viola laughed back, and then was quiet, only the sound of her tongue exploring Kara's folds for bits of my seed to be heard.
I took the cue to nibble harder, first one tit and then the other. Kara was moaning and writhing beneath me. Clearly, the young woman loved being the center of attention, even if that was at the hands - or mouths - of her best friend's parents in the middle of the night, in the kitchen, while that best friend was passed out upstairs after too much New Year's Eve.
My wife was so focussed on Kara's demands that she ignored the way that her hips kept shifting, her own excitement grinding her flesh against my cock whether she cared about it or not. At some point, without consciously thinking about it, my arm shifted around and I steadied myself with a hand on Viola's butt, which I only realized when I found myself noticing how amazingly firm it was for a new mother.
Kara groaned as we attacked her flesh, the combined attention to both her clit and her tits making her pant for air. Her hips starting to hump up off the counter against Viola's face. I rolled a nipple with my tongue, grazed it with my teeth and stuffed as much of it in my mouth as would fit.
"Yesssss, that's the spot," Kara moaned, sounding like her release was just around the corner and that she was desperate to get there, her fingers holding Viola's head to Kara's slit. "Right there - keep that pressure against my clit. Can you feel the jolts of electricity bursting out of my clit?"
"I don't know about Viola, but I can feel them surging through your tits," I replied, knowing that my wife's mouth was still a little busy. I was more than a little shocked at how talented Viola seemed to be with her mouth on another woman's cunt.
Kara bit her lip as Viola stuck her thumb into Kara's ass while still dragging her teeth across the youngster's clit. Viola's nibbles were replaced with hungry little bites alternating with long soothing licks. Then when, finally, I took a nipple into my mouth, Kara did let out a bit of a shriek. She also spasmed, her shapely leg kicking out and her arm flinging wide, accidentally knocking over a fruit bowl that had been sitting on the counter. The bowl crashed to the ground. The noise startled Viola who raised her head at the sound of the shattered ceramic.
"Just keep fucking going." she said, looking me squarely in the eye. Then she resumed licking her lover without acknowledging that at some point while we were both focussed on Kara, Viola had started to stroke my cock with her free hand. I wasn't sure, but as my hand massaged the area between her anus and her slit, Viola's movements seemed to become more vigorous in response.
I didn't need to be told twice, sucking hard on Kara's nipples, while my hand began to more aggressively caress my wife's ass. Viola began to moan into Kara's quim. I could start to feel my wife's juices flowing out of her cunt, wetting her inner thighs as my fingers grazed the area between her legs before trailing back up to the crevice between her buttocks. The thought of how she was reacting to just my touch, after months of frigidity, shocked me. A shiver ran through my loins and out the tip of my cock as I thought of how she might react to my cock filling her rear. It was almost a terrifying thought, but the fear dissipated when I felt Viola's thumb rub along my pee slit, smearing the precum around the head of my sword.
The whole time, Viola seemed totally possessed with sucking Kara's cunt and fingering that perfect ass. I continued to pay attention to the drunk twenty year old, sucking one nipple for a while as I groped the other before switching. I could tell Kara was coming close to another orgasm and increased the intensity with which I attended to her, barely noticing that my wife had shifted her feet a tiny bit further apart, allowing my fingers easier access to both her rosebud, and to scoop up the fluids that were there as a handy lubricant.
My cock lurched when I felt a stronger grinding motion in Viola's hips. Then the scent of her arousal hit me. My hands continued to explore her ass but I was going to make her take the next step.
"Do me like you did her." Viola commanded as she paused, then moved her head down to fuck Kara's slit with her tongue, making it stiff like a cock, the hand not fondling my cock moving from Kara's anus to her clit.
Maybe she was not so drunk with lust that she realized the advantage she had just given to me, but it was clear she didn't care anymore. Her mouth and fingers worked faster to pleasure her new young female lover, who responded with a continuous stream of sighs and groans.
Now that Viola had confessed her need, I lifted my head from Kara's chest. She approved with a smile and a tiny nod. I shifted around a bit more behind Viola, still teasing Kara's nipples with one hand as I allowed the fingers of the other hand to knead deeply into the muscles of Viola's ass. Viola's body shuddered at my touch.
"Ohhhhh, ohmigawd,"she screamed, oblivious to the fact that her drunk sick daughter was just upstairs, pushing her ass back against me. She and Kara seemed to be having volcanic climaxes at the same time, but I knew that it was not my fingers that Viola wanted. She wanted my cock. But I needed her to beg me for it.
Viola arched her back, frustration driving her back against my hand. My cock throbbed in her fist, held so tightly that it was painful.
"Ohhhh, fuck," she grunted while her ass pressed urgently against my hand. Viola almost never cursed - I knew she had to be totally turned on. I ground my fingers deep into her ass, spreading and caressing the firm flesh until the pucker of her anus came into view. I saw the bright pink of her rosebud opening like a mouth wanting to kiss my fingers.
I felt her erotic energy coursing through into me as as she writhed beneath me in response to my touch, trying to draw my fingers inward. I teased around her anus, but held off penetration. Sated for the moment, Kara seemed willing to catch her breath and share our moment by watching. She still had a firm grip on Viola's hair, so she dragged my wife's mouth swiftly up to meet lip to lip for a deep kiss. Kara's hands roamed Viola's back. One hand slid around Viola's side to her chest and seized her nipple, pulling her entire breast with it. I couldn't believe how long and hard the nipple extended out as Kara rolled it savagely between her finger tips, producing a fresh surge of white liquid which Kara greedily shifted to where she could slurp away at the offering. I nearly blew at the sight of the young woman once again using my wife as a milk machine.
"Oh...ohhh...ohhhhh" Viola grunted and then sighed with each suck. Her back arched. The muscles of her ass clenched, trying even harder to swallow my hand.
Then I realized that the young woman was positioning my wife, holding her steadily against her, Kara's knees holding Viola in the perfect spot where I could fuck my wife's ass and Kara would feel it right in her sodden cunt.
But Viola was not begging for it yet, so I buried three fingers deep in her gash, thumb strumming her clit, while my other thumb just lightly teased her anus. Her rosebud pulsed hungrily and my cock throbbed with her. My fingers pressed deep, slowly moving around her clit to build the excitement.
My hands continued to caress her ass as she sighed and whimpered. She rotated her hips, as I kept up the slow massage of her clit and nipple and Kara continued to feed off her tits.
"Soooo good ..." Viola moaned, "but I need more..."
As she spoke, her voice started off quietly, but rose into a roar. I still was aware that her daughter was somewhere in the house, but clearly she was beyond caring, beyond thinking, overcome by lust. Just where I wanted her.
"What do you need?" I responded, wishing that Kara was free to do my dirty work, but our young lover had her mouth full of nipple still.
"I want to feel your cock inside me."
"Inside where?"
"Inside my asshole, you asshole..."
I responded by slapping her ass.
"Is that anyway to talk to the man you love?" I did not care if it was only my cock she loved for now. I needed her to get hooked on sex again, so that the baby was no longer more important than me, or at least, my cock. She did not respond at first, so I swiftly slapped each of her butt cheeks a half dozen times, each stroke a bit harder than the last. Kara started giggling as I began, but by the time I finished, the young woman was chuckling deep from her belly, while still nibbling my wife's tits. She assisted my project by biting down hard on a rubbery nub just as I landed my last blow
"I... I'm ...sorry..." Viola mumbled. Her hips were a more telling indicator, pushing back toward my hand and my cock harder than ever.
"Why should I care what you want?"
"Because...because..." Viola was at a loss.
"Because she doesn't just want your cock in her asshole, she NEEDS your cock in her asshole, Daddy," Kara stopped suckling long enough to supply the correct answer.
"Then she needs to say it..."
"Please, Daddy, please fuck my ass. My slutty ass needs to be filled by a big fat cock. By your big fat cock, please Daddy," Viola finally begged.
To distract her, I slid my hand under her body and found her stiff little clit. Viola pushed and panted her way to the brink of an explosive orgasm as I teased her pearl.
I played her body like a musical instrument, making her quiver between my body and Kara. Finally, her orgasm exploded, rippling through her cunt until her entire body began to quake. Kara dragged Viola's mouth to her lips, locking on tightly to swallow the scream that followed as my wife's ass and pussy exploded at my touch. There is nothing more beautiful than a woman in orgasm, and I got to share a great one as Viola's body twitched and shuddered. The shock waves flowed through into Kara, who started a climax of her own, hips bouncing up harder, pushing Viola back against my hard cock. That was exactly what I was waiting for.
My tip pierced the gaping opening of her anus even before the final syllable reached my ears. I shoved in hard, burying myself right to the root in one stroke. I held it there, feeling myself throbbing in that tight passage. Viola grunted in shock at the first sensation, and then whimpered slightly. Kara calmed her with gentle caresses. I thrilled to her sphincter pulsing wildly around my meat, matching the contractions in her cunt
"Incredible..." Viola sighed as she got used to my cock sawing in and out of her bowel. "So warm, so hard. I love being this full."
My shaft continued to pump in and out of her ass, and I felt the excitement build again in her body. Her grunts grew in pitch, and then she pushed back hard. I rammed my cock deep into her and felt her inner muscles begin to throb. Kara's legs were holding Viola steady, so I grabbed Kara's hips as handholds and drove myself into Viola's ass, over and over again. Both of them stayed right with me, pushing back each time I was fully buried. I held back as long as I could, glad that I had already come several times. This allowed each of the women another climax.
Kara came first this round. Her groans got shorter and lower in pitch. I slid my hand between the two sliding bodies and found her clit, rolling it between my fingers. A few more bucks of her hips, and her body went rigid. She shrieks as her body shook with another massive orgasm.
That seemed to trigger Viola's climax. She screamed as her ass clenched around my cock, and her entire body shook with the force of it. I felt the waves reach her milk laden breast, her nipple pulsing as Kara once again bit down on a nipple. Viola's body throbbed between us, and she whimpered and groaned through the explosion, not calming as the waves built rather than subsiding.
When it became too much, I pulled her back tightly against me, smashing her mound against the underside of my cock. My cum surged out in white hot jets, shooting deep into the depths of her bowels. I grunted with each blast, savoring my release from the excitement of sharing this experience with two so very different lovers, and reopening the door to sex in my marriage.
Just as the last spurt of goo emptied out my shrinking member, another voice was heard.
"That looks like fun, but what ever happened to my ginger ale?" |
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In spite of how much I'd come to love Sonia's luscious breasts, and the size of them which was quite a bit larger than Laura's even, I was taken again by how nearly perfect Laura's were. They were completely firm and round and her areola were what I'd describe as a dark pink. Smooth and capped with large nipples.
I seized hold of the crop and took a deep breath. I started out slowly and not very hard since I was committed to making this last a long time. I did not avoid her nipples as I'd done in the past, letting them feel the crop from the very start.
"So, you think you want to feel the crop on your tits huh? You'll change your mind before I'm through with you this time!" I said evenly as I continued to turn her white skin a rosy pink.
I worked them all over, sides top, bottom as best I could and regularly smacked her nipples. It wasn't long before she started to moan, and this wasn't from pleasure. I was methodically making every inch of them sting.
Once I had them a nice uniform pink I paused and gripped one nipple in my left hand stretching it up as high as I could to expose the crease where the bottom of it met her chest. I laid several sharp blows all over the tender fold and then repeated it on the other side.
Knowing how tender her nipples must be after that treatment, I made sure to catch them with the very tip of the crop on the next several blows.
"Ow, Oh God that hurts! Enough, ENOUGH!" she cried out.
It was my plan to push her limits.
I increased both the strength and the frequency of the strokes.
"SHIT! I'm sorry Scott, really! I know I shouldn't have done that. OW! OH FUCK! STOP, PLEASE STOP NOW!"
I stepped it up a little more.
Tears were running down her face now.
"NO MORE! OH GOD I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE! PLEASE!!!" she was screaming.
I kept at it showing no mercy and focused even more of the smacks on her nipples which were flame red by that point.
"AHHGGGG! OH FUCK SCOTT STOP!" she was sobbing hard.
I knew she couldn't take much more. I increased the punishment one more level
"AAAHHHHGGGGG! FUCK! YELLOW! YELLOW!" she bellowed.
I smile sadistically. I eased off quite a bit and avoided her nipples for the moment, but didn't stop.
"NO! NO! STILL TO MUCH NOOOOO!" she cried out even louder.
I maintained the same level still.
"YELLOW! YELLOW! FOR CHRIST'S SAKE YELLLOOOO!" she wailed in desperation praying I'd stop.
I eased off more still, both easing up and slowing the frequency significantly. I kept avoiding her nipples too. I knew she would not be able to last much longer.
The words had stopped, just shrieks of pain were coming out of her mouth. Her eyes were begging me!
With two quick flicks, one to each nipple, I dropped the crop on the floor.
She sagged like a rag doll, sobbing continuously.
"Next time you think you want your tits abused, remember this!" I said evilly.
I knew she had been on the verge of using her stop word.
I left her hanging there while I pulled on some clothes. At last I freed her. She staggered to a chair and sat hard.
"Get your ass up and put on some clothes. I think we better go check on John and Sonia, they've been gone quite a while" I ordered.
She looked at me disbelieving, but drug herself up and slowly went to the bedroom. It was a few minutes before she returned, wearing shoes and shorts, but topless.
I laughed, "A little too tender for a shirt huh?"
She still didn't speak.
We headed out the door and down to the lake.
When we got to the tree, Sonia was strung up as I expected. We'd heard her screams almost from the moment we left the cabin.
John had a pretty wicked looking branch that he'd stripped the leaves from and was using as a quite effective multi strand whip.
"Hey you two, come to watch the fun?" John quipped.
Sonia was fairly well covered with mean looking red stripes covering her ass, thighs and back as well as her tits and stomach. For a moment I was concerned that John had gone to far. After the workout we'd given her tits earlier, I was sure they had to hurt like Hell now!
"Get her to use her safe word yet?" I asked in a joking manner, but needing to know.
"Nah, the bitch is tougher than I thought!" he replied.
I looked her in the eyes with a question on my face. I was relieved when she gave her head a little shake no.
John was working her over quite thoroughly, but any worries I had about him going over the line were unfounded.
"Come here John and feel your wife's tits. They've had a pretty good workout too!" I said.
He reached over and roughly squeezed one boob in each hand.
Laura made the first sound since I'd stopped cropping her. It was a piercing screech of pain. Her tits were hot to the touch and still scarlet. She was going to be feeling the treatment I'd given her for quite some time.
"My, looks like you did a nice job Scott!" he chuckled as he released her and picked his whip back up.
Having given her barely a break, he went back to whipping Sonia. I realized how he'd managed to be at it so long, he was constantly moving from place to place so the repeat markings were well spread out.
As he worked, I talked as if it were any ordinary conversation.
"Laura actually asked for that. I'm mean really ASKED! I doubt she'll do that again soon. In fact, I made her use her safe word twice before I stopped!" I told him as if the two women weren't even present.
"Really?" he said curiously.
"NO MORE, OH PLEASE JOHN, NO MORE!" Sonia was sobbing hard.
I knew she was just about to break too. I wasn't sure if John knew or not.
He landed a couple of pretty nasty lashes on her tits and then a few especially brutal ones on her ass before dropping the whip to the ground.
"Hell, that's enough for now. She still has to provide tonight's entertainment" he laughed.
Much as Laura had earlier, Sonia crumbled so that her entire weight was supported by her arms.
"Help me get her down, will you Scott" John said breathing hard.
"Let's put her here on this moss, I'm not quite finished!" he said lustfully.
I did so without comment and to my surprise, John pushed her legs apart and climbed on top. He began to fuck her hard and fast.
It was clear that Sonia was hurting and not enjoying the experience, but from the sounds John was making, he didn't give a shit and was enjoying it thoroughly.
It didn't take long before John came and came hard. Spent he crawled to his feet leaving Sonia just laying there.
A little sheepishly I thought, John said, "Damn, I enjoyed that!"
He took Laura by the hand and started to lead her toward the cabin.
He looked over his shoulder as he walked and called out "Think about that the next time you throw a bet Sonia!"
I couldn't help but chuckle and though it was the only movement she made, a minor smile came to Sonia's lips.
I sat down next to her and asked softly, "You okay?"
She didn't respond at all for a moment, then "Seems your student is learning quickly!"
I chuckled again, "Apparently. ARE you okay?"
"I'll regret it later I'm sure, but yeah, I'm okay" she said softly.
"I didn't think John saw through me" she went on.
"He didn't see all the way through you" and after a pause I added, "like I do!"
She looked at me with a quizzical twitch of her eyebrow, but said nothing.
"I think everyone knew you connived to throw the blowjob contest, but I don't think John fully understands why" I answered the unasked question.
"Go on" she urged, obviously unwilling to contribute.
"I know you baited John like that so he'd really lay into you without me being involved. I think it worked from the way he fucked you afterwards. I think you brought out the animalistic pleasure that's been buried there, showing him how much he can really enjoy giving you, or more specifically Laura, the treatment that you both need so much!" I said rather smugly.
"Damn it! I keep slipping into thinking of you as a beer salesman, not a magna cum laude psychology graduate!" she laughed, confirming my evaluation as correct.
"Don't, it will get you in trouble!" I joked.
I helped her up and we headed to the cabin as well. The way she was moving, I could tell John had done a most effective job on her. I was a little worried about putting her on the apparatus later, but I didn't think John would agree to let her off the hook.
She was a better friend to Laura than I'd ever known, I thought again.
As we headed back to the cabin I added, "I think you'll regret it all the more during the entertainment later!"
"Tell me about that. Laura wouldn't tell me much, just that she'd never do it again and that I wasn't going to like it much" she asked.
"She's right. Other than that you'll have to wait and see, but I suggest that when we get back to the cabin you try to get some sleep, you're going to need your strength to get through it!" I said cryptically, then added "I'll try to take it as easy on you as I can."
And I would too. I'd probably have let her off all together after the treatment John had given her, but I knew after the treatment she'd given him, he'd never stand for it.
She smiled at me in a way that just about melted my heart. I took her in my arms and kissed her passionately for quite a while before we continued back to the cabin.
When we got back to the cabin John had Laura secured to the horse again and was working her ass over with a belt.
I decided to take Sonia into the bedroom and tuck her in before checking on John and Laura. She was going to need to get some rest if she was going to survive her apparatus ordeal that would come later. I helped her lay down and covered her up. I bent to give her a gentle kiss and got a smile in return. By the time I got to the door and turned to take a last look at her, she was asleep, or nearly so. John had really worked her over. I closed the door and went to see what was up with John and Laura.
Tears were running down Laura's pretty face and she was begging John to stop. I was somewhat surprised to see that John had attached two of the heavier, more vicious nipple clamp and weight combinations to her tits. Between what I'd done to her ass that morning and much more recently to her tits, the treatment he was giving her was quite brutal. It absolutely had to hurt like Hell. It was a rather heavy belt he was using to really lay into her ass. Her entire ass was bright red and there were a few nasty looking welts.
"I'm trying to cure this slut of her desire to have that big fat cock of yours plowing her cunt, but I'm not making much headway. I told her I was going to thrash her ass with this belt for a while and if she used her safe word that I'd NEVER let you fuck her again! So far the ache in her cunt seems to be winning over the pain in her ass!" John explained, smiling as he spoke.
Laura was really in pain, I could tell, but I could also see John hadn't broken the trust. All three of us knew that if she used her safe word, he'd stop, but we all also knew that if she did, John would follow through on his promise that should could no longer have his permission to fuck me and that no matter what Laura did, I'd never break John's rule!
Considering how recently John had fucked Sonia, and judging by the tent in his shorts, I'd say Sonia had been successful in getting John to realize how much pleasure he could derive from giving these two women the punishment that was part of their sexual excitement. I wondered if he'd been too successful, as what he was doing to Laura now was pretty extreme.
To my amazement, he continued to strap her ass something fierce, and yet while sobbing and pleading for him to stop, Laura still hadn't used her safe word. Maybe John was right. Maybe her desire for a large cock fucking was that strong after all!
I actually considered stopping him, but first off, Laura could do that if she really couldn't take any more, and second, it really wasn't my place to do so.
I was positive that Laura was about to use her safe word, especially since John showed no signs of letting up or stopping anytime soon. But just when I could see in Laura's face that she couldn't take anymore, apparently so did John, and to my surprise he dropped the belt rather than push her over the limit.
I figured he was done with her now and expected him to release her, but I was wrong.
"Hell, if she wants cock that bad, let's just give her what she wants. Remember that first time I walked through the cabin door, how we fucked both ends of this slut at once" John asked rhetorically.
"Of course" I said haltingly, afraid I knew exactly where this was going.
"Well, lets do it again, and since she likes your big cock so much, we're going to switch ends this time" he said, meaning I was going to fuck her up the ass.
After all that Laura had been through already I was nearly positive she couldn't take that, after all I'd already fucked her up the ass once and she'd had here ass cropped and belted severely on two separate occasions.
I could have refused to participate of course, but I could see that it was indeed John's attempt to demonstrate to Laura that the cost of strange, larger cock, was going to be very high. I figured it was John's call though, but didn't think he realized what the outcome would probably be if Laura finally did use her safe word. Well, it was his show and his problem if that happened.
Laura was screaming for us not to do it, but as I greased up her asshole and John stuffed his cock roughly down her throat she still didn't stop the action.
I tried to be as gentle as I could, at least until I got it worked all the way in and she loosened up a little, but John was having no part of that either.
"Come on Scott, fuck her harder than that! Let's get in sync here!" he said without mirth.
That would have required me to increase my pace substantially to keep up with the pistoning he was doing. I drew the line there, this was as much as she could take and then some, I thought. I continued at my slow steady pace. It was going to be bad enough for her in that after the days activities already, I knew I'd last a long time.
Soon John was grunting and obviously shooting his load deep in her throat. I could tell Laura was trying her best to swallow it all, but John had his cock stuffed as deep as he could and she was having trouble not gagging. Once he was finished he just slumped down in the chair and watch Laura and me.
Now that her mouth was no longer full of cock Laura became a bit more vocal, "Oh God Scott, Fuck that hurts, Please stop, PLEASE!" she begged.
I considered stopping but two things kept me from it, first I knew Scott would not be pleased and thought he might continue to abuse Laura some more if I did, and second I was just too close to want to leave myself hanging.
Picking up the pace just a little was enough, "Almost there baby, ALMOST THERE!"
I could feel Laura tighten her muscles and squeeze my cock some more, that was all it took. I pulled her back toward me and buried myself as deep as I could and just held there while my cock pumped yet another load in her very tender ass. As soon as the last spasm was done, I slowly pulled my cock out with a 'POP' and quickly removed the nipple clamps, which of course caused a yelp, and then undid the restraints.
Laura just slumped over the horse not moving. I picked her up and carried her over to the sofa where I gently laid her down and then covered her. She lay there softly whimpering.
I was actually pretty pissed at John. I thought he'd gone too far with both Sonia and Laura, but then who was I to talk. Somehow it felt different though. I cleaned up and pulled on some shorts. Went to the cooler and grabbed a soda. Motioning to John I asked him if he wanted one too. He nodded yes and I tossed him one.
"Let's go outside and have a chat!" I said rather gruffly.
He gave me a bit of a defiant look, shrugged and then headed to the door with me.
I took a couple of drinks and a deep breath before speaking.
"Okay, you want to tell me what the fuck is going on?" I said harshly, still pissed.
John surprised me.
Rather testily he barked back, "Look pal, you can't have it both ways! You want me to learn the ropes and enjoy myself, well, that's exactly what I'm doing. And I sure as HELL wasn't any rougher on either of them than you've been. Probably not even as rough!"
He took a deep breath and went on more calmly, "Laura wants me to take control, but she still tries to push the envelop. You know damn well she needs me to keep her 'in line', it's part of the turn-on for her. She baited you into cropping her tits and she baited me into punishing her for craving big dick. And Sonia knew exactly what she was doing! She pushed me to the point of making me mad and wanting to get even, but you know what? You taught me well. As soon as I had her down at the lake and strung up to that tree, I realized I was acting out of anger. I didn't start whipping her until I got back in control, but it turned out her little ploy worked anyway. I really started to enjoy laying into her good and hard, not like I'd been doing to both of them earlier. So Sonia's plan worked after all, even if I had figured out what she was up to. Besides, she had her safe words and I would have totally respected that. She didn't even use her 'slow down' word, though she must have been close!'
"Fuck!" I exclaimed.
"What" John replied somewhat defensively.
"No, no. I'm sorry is all. I was worried you were losing perspective and control, I see you were just genuinely enjoying yourself! And I'd say that while you may have been pushing their limits, so where the women. I didn't give you enough credit, sorry!" I chuckled.
John laughed too, "Forget it, I'm just more of a natural than either one of us dreamed possible! In fact, in spite of myself, watching your monster cock pounding in and out of my wife's hot, horny cunt makes me incredibly hot! And getting some strange stuff from the likes of Sonia is certainly not too difficult to warm to! I was glad Laura didn't break in there. I like the four of us to do this again sometime."
Jesus, who had underestimated whom this time!
I actually started to laugh.
"Now what?" John said, clearly confused.
Still laughing "I was just thinking about how different this is turning out than I expected! And I imagine Laura is going to end up getting more than she bargained for. Not that it doesn't serve the conniving little cunt right!"
We both started to laugh.
After a moment I caught my breath and went on, "John, I can't lie about it, I certainly would be happy to keep being the one to give Laura her big cock fixes, if it works for you. You need to know that Sonia is very much her own woman and further participation in a foursome like this weekend may not be in her plans."
John looked pensive. Evidently that aspect hadn't occurred to him. He was quickly becoming a full blown dom, but still lacked experience.
I figured I might as well get the other issue on my mind out. I took another deep breath, and while John was still thinking I went on "John, I'm thinking about letting Sonia off the hook about the apparatus tonight."
John looked at me intensely for a minute before answering, "Scott, I don't think that works for me after what went down earlier!"
I wasn't especially surprised.
"Hmm," I grunted, "Okay, but I am going to ease up on her" I added, determinedly.
"That's your call, she just has to keep her part of the bargain is all I ask" John replied easily.
"Fair enough" I said.
We both smiled, I slapped John on the back and we headed inside.
*To be continued...*
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**Chapter 19**
Sean cut out the general noise of the mall crowd buzzing about in the food court so he could eat the slice of pizza before him. Elizabeth’s family was with him, chatting amiably amongst themselves about which stores to hit next. Sean noticed Elizabeth had most of her shopping done; her family, Vanessa, Eric, and himself were the only ones she had to buy things for. She didn’t have many friends after marrying Charles. Sean tried introducing her to his friends but that left everyone uncomfortable, her age difference acutely felt by everyone but himself. And after the little fiasco with Cheryl everyone would try to avoid her like they did him; everyone but Derrick, of course. Sean cupped Elizabeth’s hand in his own and smiled at her. She looked at him questioningly but her attention was soon diverted by Brian as he told her about his encounter with Santa Claus. If Sean didn’t know any better he could have sworn that Brian already had put one and one together and figured that his parents were the real gift givers.
Lunch passed quickly enough as everyone wolfed down their meals and attacked the mall once again, Elizabeth dragging Sean along this time around. Elizabeth may have gotten her shopping done for everyone else but that didn’t stop her from hunting down bargains for herself. It seemed like she bought nearly as much for herself as she did for everyone else. Sean followed doggedly, amazed at the amount of stamina that his girlfriend possessed when caught up in the shopping frenzy. He nodded at the appropriate times and gave fairly useless commentary, which she didn’t pay attention to anyways as she tried various outfits in several stores. Soon their day was coming to an end and everyone packed away into the three cars that they brought with them, their trunks stuffed to bursting with the newly purchased spoils.
When they got back Henry threw some logs in the fireplace and soon everyone was warming their feet by the cheery flames. Alice brought in steaming mugs of hot chocolate and everyone was drowsily talking away the gathering night. Henry got up to rustle up some sandwiches for everyone, Alice being too tired to start dinner. Sean stood up and joined him in the kitchen, grabbing the mustard and mayonnaise out of the fridge and placing them on the counter.
“Yes,” Henry said over his shoulder as he began spreading the condiments on the slices of bread.
“Excuse me?” Sean asked.
“You were about to ask for my baby’s hand in marriage. I just said yes.”
Sean stood stock still for a moment as he gathered his wits. “You realize that you just took all the fun out of asking you.”
“Yep.”
Sean breathed a sigh of relief and chuckled. “Thanks.”
Henry chuckled while he sliced the tomatoes and lettuce. “Well, I remember what it was like when I asked for Alice’s hand for marriage. I swear my knees were knocking so loud everyone would have mistaken it for a small earthquake. Her father was a really big man. I’d have to say at least 6’7” and solid as an oak. And he had this quiet demeanor that you really couldn’t figure what he was thinking. Well, he turned out to be an okay guy once I got to know him better, but at that moment I was scared out of my mind. Nah, just thought I’d save you the trouble and fright. Do you think you’re ready for all this though? I mean, marriage. You’re only twenty-two.”
Sean was wondering when that would pop up. “Yes, and Elizabeth’s thirty-four. She may never say it but I can tell she wants kids. I do too. I just wish I were a little older and she a little younger so we could get this timing thing right but that just isn’t the way it is.” He sighed. “I love your daughter. There’s no doubt in my mind about it. And if she wants kids then I’m willing to sacrifice the opportunities of my youth to give it to her. She being happy means that much to me.” The roast beef sandwiches were done and Sean piled them on a large plate.
Henry gave Sean’s words some thought and then patted him on the back. “Welcome to the family, son. You’ll do just fine. So, when do you feel like popping the question?”
“I was thinking Christmas. Give her something to really brag to Vanessa about. One thing though.”
“Shoot.”
“I was wondering if you could try to keep this from your wife. I find that news travels very fast when there are women involved.”
Henry snorted in agreement. “You and I are going to get along just fine. I’m not sure if I can keep it a secret if Alice gets wind of it but I’ll try. Besides, it’ll be worth to see the look on her face when I tell her that I knew all along.”
It was Sean’s turn to bark out in laughter as he shouldered open the kitchen door and headed for the living room. When Sean entered the room he saw there were several photo albums splayed out on the coffee table. Elizabeth screamed and hurriedly tried to hide them behind her but it was too late. Sean put down his plate on the cleared spot and smiled broadly, a mischievous smile on his face. “Well, what have we here?” He fished around behind his lover and pulled out a thick album. He flipped it open to the first page. “Baby photos!”
Elizabeth groaned in dismay. “Mom, did you have to bring those out?”
“Well, you coming home after so long, I just felt it was a little appropriate to remind you that you’re our daughter.”
“I’ll go get the home videos,” Henry said as he entered the room. Elizabeth sobbed in embarrassment while Sean shook with laughter. Yes, he and Elizabeth’s family were going to get along just fine.
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With one last gargantuan effort Sean hefted the last of the luggage into Elizabeth’s bedroom. Somehow she managed to use everything in those two large suitcases during their four-night stay at her parents’ house. Elizabeth gave him a peck on the cheek and thanked him for lugging her bags up the stairs. Sean smiled tiredly and then sat on the edge of the bed. The airport was packed, as would be expected, but still, he hoped it wouldn’t have been. Their leave-taking was an emotional affair, with a lot of crying on Elizabeth and her mother’s part. On the trip back Elizabeth was silent with sadness; she missed her family already. Sean had pulled up the armrest and held her during the plane trip and that helped things but still, she was despondent. When they got home she was just as quiet. When Sean was like that there wasn’t a force on Earth that could bring him out of the funk.
Elizabeth headed for the bathroom and Sean could hear the hiss of a shower being started. While Elizabeth showered Sean went downstairs and put a towel in the dryer for a couple of minutes. By the time it was ready Elizabeth just finished with her shower. Sean wrapped the warm towel around her and she smiled at him appreciatively as he dried her. Despite his efforts, Elizabeth still had that dull, sad look in her eyes. Sean walked her to the bed and sat her down beside him. He didn’t say anything neither did she. Sean thought he knew more than anyone what having a family meant, him never really having one. He was always on the outside looking in. Sean just held Elizabeth’s head to his chest and she nestled in his understanding embrace. Finally, Elizabeth gave a despondent sigh, her unspoken signal that she was ready to talk.
“I like your parents,” Sean started before Elizabeth could say anything. “How about we visit them for New Year’s?”
Sean let the question hang in the air, Elizabeth taking her time to reply. “I’d like that,” she said simply. Elizabeth turned her face toward him and Sean looked down at her soft brown eyes. She tilted her head up and kissed him, gently, tenderly. Sean returned the gesture in kind, keeping their contact light and subtle. For the next half hour they stayed like that, kissing gently, in silence, the touch of their lips telling volumes more than words could ever say. They lost one another in the other’s eyes during the pauses between each soft touch of the lips. Sean tasted the subtle flavor of strawberries from Elizabeth’s lip-gloss and savored the velvety texture of her mouth. Elizabeth finally held off on another kiss and just rested her head on Sean’s broad chest. Sean was simply happy that he was able to lift his lover’s spirits, although a small corner of his mind niggled at him to continue with the physical aspects of their relationship.
Elizabeth had her face turned away from him but somehow Sean could feel her smiling beneath the veil of her sable hair. “How do you do that?”
“Do what?”
“You always make me feel better no matter how upset I am.”
“Oh, that,” Sean said and smiled himself. “I haven’t a clue.”
They both laughed.
Sean wrapped his left arm around her slender shoulders and raised her up to meet his steady gaze. “You,” he placed his finger on her nose, “mean everything to me. I can’t succeed at everything but one thing I know I can do is love you. You know I led a lonely life. I had a lot of love to give but I don’t think anyone was ready for what I had to give. Then you pretty much just plopped on my lap. You are the only person I’ve met that doesn’t demand anything from me except for what I am willing to offer and because of that I offer you everything; you deserve it. If that means trying to cheer you up then it means I will try to cheer you up. I love to see you smile. I love to see you laugh. I love to see every aspect of you that makes you the woman I fell in love with. You are why I love.”
Elizabeth listened to his words and melted into his arms. She nuzzled up in his warm embrace and sighed contentedly. They held each other for a while when the peaceful silence was disturbed by Elizabeth’s grumbling stomach. The two laughed at her protesting appetite and then walked hand in hand to the kitchen. They whipped up a pasta dish and slaked their thirst with a bottle of white wine. Conversation was light and playful, most of which circled around Elizabeth’s photo album and home videos. Sean teased her mercilessly all dinner long on how she chased a duck when she was only four and then in turn was chased at the petting zoo.
“You go on and keep laughing, I’ll be there when you slip up and then you’ll never hear the end of it,” she smiled at him maliciously.
Sean blithely batted away her threat. “You and I know that’s not going to happen.” Sean placed his hand on his chest with a flourish. “I am perfect.”
Elizabeth laughed with him and looked around for something to throw at her arrogant boyfriend. They returned to their meal and chatted away the evening. Their appetites sated, Sean helped clear up the table and placed them in the kitchen sink. Elizabeth turned the hot water on and started washing the dishes while Sean wet a sponge and wiped down the table. Sean finished cleaning the table quickly and stood back and watched Elizabeth washing the dishes. She was focused on the task at hand, her mind blanked of worries and cares, just flitting from one trivial thought to the next as she went from dish to dish. It seemed to Sean that everything that Elizabeth did, even the domestic, had a certain beauty to it. It was just another reason to love her.
Sean crept up behind her and nuzzled her right ear. She laughed and squirmed away. “Hey, that tickles. Stop that!” Sean moved his attention further down and concentrated on the little hairs down the back of her neck as well as the warm contour of her jugular. “Hey, do you want these dishes washed or not?” In reply his hands snaked around her waist and he snuggled up closer to her as he continued to shower kisses up and down her neck. Elizabeth murmured appreciatively at his ministrations and at the same time growled her frustration, as she was up to her elbows in soapy water. She finally gave in when Sean’s hands found their way up to her breasts. Elizabeth stopped scrubbing the dishes and rested her hands on the edge of the sink to help support herself.
Sean, too, stopped his attentions. “I didn’t say you could stop,” he said teasingly. “Keep going.” Sean waited patiently until Elizabeth began scrubbing the dishes once again. He continued nipping gently at her soft skin and began caressing her breasts through her oversized, white t-shirt, which she wore as pajamas. Sean knew that Elizabeth didn’t wear a bra after taking her evening shower and so he decided to capitalize a bit on the situation. He leaned in further until his body was mashed tightly against Elizabeth’s, effectively pinning her to the sink counter. His hands kneaded the sides of her breasts and then trailed down her shoulders then arms and then down into the sink, caressing her hands. Sean kept her attention elsewhere by intensifying his assault on Elizabeth’s neck while grinding his crotch into her firm behind. He massaged her hands with his own beneath the soapy waters and then scooped up a large amount of warm water as he lifted his hands to her breasts once again.
Elizabeth shouted in protest at the mess he was making but soon quieted when the water seeped through her clothes and Sean’s firm hands began doing wonderful things to her hardened nipples with the wet cloth. Again, her hands stopped washing the dishes and so, again, Sean stopped his ministrations. “Uh-uh, I want those dishes squeaky clean.” Elizabeth growled in protest but Sean simply stood back and waited.
Elizabeth did something unexpected and pulled her hands out of the water then turned around, her eyes throwing lightning bolts of challenge that held Sean captive with arousal. With one hand she lightly shoved him back and arched her eyebrow in that way that always turned her lover on. Elizabeth held her steady gaze, her eyes never leaving his, and then reached into the sink for the large salad bowl. She lifted it out of the sink, filled with water, and held it over her head, still her eyes never leaving his, and then poured the contents over her body. She drenched herself down to the skin. Her breasts and their hard nipples showed prominently through the wet shirt, her wet hair plastered to her face, and her long legs dripping with dampness. Nonchalantly, she tossed the bowl back into the sink with a soft splash and stood there, her arms behind her on the edge of the sink and legs spread apart in a stance of sexual defiance. Before Sean stood the perfect image of wanton lust and desire. “Now, was there something that you wanted?”
Somehow Elizabeth had managed to turn the tables on him again. Not one to back down from a challenge, Sean walked slowly up to his lover and kissed her brusquely, savagely. She returned the kiss with an equal amount of lust and hunger. “You realize that we’re going to have to mop up the floor now,” Sean stated. Sean whipped Elizabeth’s shirt over her head and slapped it on the floor. His hot hands ran over Elizabeth’s cool breasts and she elicited a gentle moan. Elizabeth in turn tore all of Sean’s clothes off and dropped them on the large puddle. They embraced each other, hot and cold, fire and ice. Sean’s hands swarmed all over Elizabeth’s body, leaving no inch unexplored. His body’s heat permeated into her skin. Elizabeth’s breath quickened in excitement as she kissed him frantically, her arms flailing about madly, trying to grasp all of him at once, yearning to feel every ripple of his muscles.
Sean’s actions became more insistent, his lips pressing into Elizabeth’s with more passion. His kisses began dipping lower and lower down her neck until finally he was worshipping the hard nubbins of her breasts. Elizabeth moaned in approval as he expertly swirled one tip then the other in his mouth. Sean always delighted in suckling her soft mounds and this time was no exception. While his mouth worked on her breasts, his hands continued massaging and caressing various parts of her anatomy. Her ass was soft yet firm from all the time she spent at the gym with him and her flat stomach had always turned him on. But it was the damp heat from between her legs that was on his mind at the moment. His fingers raked across the small patch of hair above her womanhood and then he gently stroked the delicate petals. Slowly, he slipped his index finger inside Elizabeth’s steaming depths and she twined her fingers in his hair, signaling for him not to stop. However, Sean had to since he could feel the beginnings of her knees buckling beneath her. He scooped her up and carried her out of the kitchen. Not wanting to take Elizabeth right there on the cold tiles but not wanting to march all the way to their bedroom, Sean settled for the couch in the nearby living room. They never made it that far and wound up on the living room floor.
The plush carpeting was good enough for Sean, it wouldn’t be the first time they’ve had it there. He slid his body beside Elizabeth and began stroking her body. Elizabeth returned the favor but focused more on his cock, which had been as hard as steel rod for quite a while now. She gave Sean a quick peck on the lips and then dove down between his legs, enfolding his shaft in one smooth motion. Sean lay back and enjoyed the wonderful sensations his lover was eliciting. Elizabeth turned her body around and placed her knees around Sean’s head as her face bobbed up and down on his throbbing manhood. Sean got the hint and tilted his head up, diving into her dripping muff. Sean licked and sucked on her petals and dipped his tongue into Elizabeth’s depths at a steady pace until finally he managed to unhood her clit. Once it presented itself Sean attacked it with unrestrained fury. Elizabeth, unsuspecting of such a sudden assault, lost her composure and fell on his face. Sean immediately grabbed her behind and held her to him, pinning her steaming folds to his savage tongue. Elizabeth’s mouth came disengaged from his cock with an audible pop and she gasped with excitement and surprise. Her head dropped back down and returned the favor bestowed on her and began pistoning her face on Sean’s cock. All Sean could do was moan but the vibrations added all new sensations to her already stimulated clit. The two worked licked and sucked each other until they were sweating and bucking at a fever pitch, a tangled mass of arms, legs, and sex. Everything one person did the other returned and with interest until bother had built up their sexual energies to unrestrainable levels. Elizabeth snapped her head back and screamed in orgasm as wave after wave of cumm flooded out of her gates. In her throes of passion Elizabeth gripped Sean’s shaft and that sent him over the edge with her, his large dick spraying her throat and breasts with his thick, white seed. They rode each other’s orgasms, pulsing in unison, and then languorously taking little licks and bites of the other’s sex like diners nibbling at the end of a meal. Their sweat soaked bodies were plastered to one another as they lay on the carpet, trying to catch their breath. After having a relatively restrained physical relationship up in Seattle it was a relief to finally blow some steam, and each other. Languidly, Elizabeth turned around and collapsed on Sean’s torso, idly caressing his broad chest and glowing from endorphins.
“Gods, that felt good,” Sean commented.
“Mmmm…most definitely,” Elizabeth replied. “We should do that more often.”
“How can we do something we do all the time more often?”
“Got me, but it’ll be fun finding out.”
Sean chuckled with Elizabeth as they lay there petting one another. “’Liz?”
“Hmm?”
“I love you.”
He could feel her smile sink through to his heart. “Love you, too.”
“’Liz?”
“Yes, dear?”
“Can we clean up the kitchen tomorrow?”
His only reply was Elizabeth’s steady breathing as she lay sound asleep.
**Chapter 20**
Tiredly, Elizabeth pushed the stack of papers aside as she cleared some desk space for her lunch break. She picked up her insulated lunch bag from beside the desk and peered inside. A ham sandwich and a banana stared back at her. Disgusted, she closed the flap on the bag and set it aside, propping her chin on her hand in dismay. Just then the smell of a steamy pizza wafted past her door. The smell reminded Elizabeth of her boyfriend. She took a moment to think about how he had completely swept him off her feet. She couldn’t put words to what it was exactly that she saw in him that attracted her so strongly. He was smart, witty, nice, and he has a body that made her quiver with desire. But that wasn’t it either. He always thought of her feelings first, he did everything he could to protect her and at the same time he always valued her independence. Like that time when he conceded and let her face Charles on her own first when her ex-husband came over with every intent of beating her, or more likely worse. Sean also made every possible effort to get on good terms with her best friend Vanessa. A smart move considering Vanessa could make any man’s life miserable if she so chose.
Just then, Elizabeth’s ruminations were interrupted by a knocking on her door. She looked up to see Sean standing in her doorway carrying a pizza box and a long stemmed rose in his teeth. “What are you doing here?” Elizabeth watched her boyfriend close the door behind him and then placed the pizza on the cleared space on her desk.
“Hello to you, too,” he said as he handed her the rose. “I was just in the neighborhood and decided to see how my lovely girlfriend was doing.”
Elizabeth blushed at being so rude and made up for it by giving him a peck on the cheek. “Bullshit you were in the neighborhood.” Her accounting office was clear in the opposite direction to the college campus from her house. “You came all this way just to see me and hopefully get lucky.” She leaned in a bit and whispered in his ear. “They don’t call it ‘getting lucky’ for no reason.”
Sean gave her a peck on the nose and chuckled. “Ah, busted! Well, I saw how rushed you were when you woke up late this morning and thought it better to get you something a bit more filling for lunch then a ham sandwich and a banana.”
“Pizza.”
“Of course.”
Elizabeth laughed. “Of course. You’re incorrigible.”
“What’s there to fix? I am perfect.”
“I would consider that comment arrogant if it weren’t for the fact that I agree with you. Now come here and show me how perfect you are.”
“With pleasure,” he replied as he stepped around her desk and planted a wet one on her lips. Their lips lingered in playful comfort that could only come from devoted trust and affection. Elizabeth always relished his kisses. That was another thing, he was a good kisser. Sean broke the kiss and then sat down on the floor, his back to the wall. He always wore jeans and a denim shirt no matter where he went, ‘a part of his style’ as he explained it, so he could sit wherever he pleased. Elizabeth was slowly changing his wardrobe for the better, giving him slacks and nice shirts. Who was she kidding? He never wore them, much to her chagrin. “Hand me a slice there, love?”
Elizabeth smiled and fished out a steamy piece slathered with chicken and pesto then handed it to him. She picked up a slice for herself and swiveled her chair around as she double checked the windows facing the cubicles. Thank God the blinds were down. She watched Sean wolf down his slice in record time and then scooch up to her desk. “Are you trying to look up my skirt?”
“And what if I were?” he commented mischievously.
“Well, all you had to do was ask,” she replied raised the hem a few inches and spread her legs wide for his perusal. Sean leaned forward and started running kisses up and down her thigh. “Sean, as much as I am enjoying this you are going to get me in serious trouble if we get caught.” Sean didn’t stop his attentions but instead shuffled sideways into the legspace under her desk, swiveling Elizabeth’s chair in the process and pulling it in. “You’re horrible!” Sean chuckled and that sent all new sensations shivering up her spine.
Sean’s tongue decided to join in on the fun and soon enough Elizabeth could feel her loins burning with desire. Her pussy was beginning to leak with lust and she felt Sean move in deeper to clean it up. A small moan escaped her throat as he did so when a sharp knocking at her door snapped her attention back to the world around her. “Come in,” Elizabeth managed to call out shakily.
Her boss, Tanya, opened the door and stepped in. “Hello, Elizabeth. How are you?”
“Just fine, thanks.”
“Good, good to hear,” Tanya replied, somewhat absently. “I just spoke with your boyfriend, Sean, about some sort of trip during Christmas week so I went over your schedule. You haven’t called in sick for quite a while so everything should be okay.”
“Excuse me, trip? What trip?”
“Oh, he didn’t tell you yet. I guess it was supposed to be a surprise or something.” Elizabeth nudged Sean under her desk questioningly. She received a long, slow lick across her labia for a reply that would have made her shudder if it weren’t for the fact that her boss was standing just across the desk from her. He didn’t stop either, his tongue continued to bathe her in gentle licks that got her juices flowing beneath her skirt. Elizabeth had to bite her lower lip to keep from calling out in desire. “Sorry, he didn’t specify what he had planned, just that he wanted to take you out for a week or so.” Tanya sat on the corner of her desk. “Oh, and he got you lunch,” she said as she eyed the pizza.
“Help yourself,” Elizabeth offered. She felt a sharp pain on her right thigh and nearly jumped out of her seat. Sean bit her! Elizabeth responded in kind and gave him a kick under her desk
“I never knew you had a boyfriend, and so young. Looks like someone’s been robbing the cradle. Well, at least he’s not that jerk of an ex-husband of yours. What was his name?”
“Charles.”
“Right, that guy was a total ass. Say, you don’t suppose your boyfriend has an older brother or something does he?”
“You have no idea how many people have asked me that,” Elizabeth said between clenched teeth. Sean was getting rather creative under her desk and Elizabeth wanted nothing more than to kick Tanya out and tackle Sean right there under her desk.
“You sure you’re all right, ‘Liz,” Tanya asked. “You’re looking a little flushed.”
“I’m okay, it’s just my period. You know how that can be sometimes.”
Tanya only grunted as she worked her way through a slice of Sean’s pizza. Elizabeth’s boss finished off her slice and then wiped her mouth with a napkin. “Well, I hope you have a nice trip. And tell Sean I’m sorry for spilling the beans,” Tanya said on her way out the door.
Elizabeth breathed a sigh of relief as her boss closed the door behind her. Her respite was short lived as Sean attacked her tortured pussy without abandon. His tongue rubbed her clit furiously and when he sucked it into his mouth Elizabeth bucked in her chair at the pleasure washing through her. Sean’s mouth pulled and teased her clit expertly and the tension mounting between her legs exploded through her body like a bolt of lightning. Her body arched in her chair as she bucked beneath her lover’s expert mouth. Elizabeth’s clamped shut with the sensations pounding through her and when she opened them again tiny pinpricks of light dotted her vision. She took a moment to catch her breath, her chest heaving from her orgasm. She felt her panties rolled down her legs and over her feet, followed by the feeling of them used to wipe up her remaining fluids that oozed from her puffy, red mons.
Sean clambered between Elizabeth’s legs and gave her a loving kiss on the lips. Elizabeth hungrily devoured his lips with a satisfied moan. She lingered for a moment on his warm lips then broke the kiss. “Now, mind telling me what this surprise trip is all about?”
“Damn.”
“What, you thought making me cum would make me forgetful?” Sean shrugged. “Spill.”
Sean shook his head. “Sorry, love, but no can do. They don’t call these sort of things ‘surprises’ because people know about them.” Elizabeth gave him a dangerously needling stare. “I’m not going to tell.”
Elizabeth weighed his determination then gave a huff of curious annoyance. “Fine, I’ll just have to ask Vanessa.”
“What makes you think Vanessa would know?”
“Because, if I know you then you plan on having Vanessa around during Christmas. So she will be wherever it is we’re going.”
Sean sighed. “Why was I foolish enough to fall in love with a smart woman?”
“Because otherwise you would be bored to death of not being challenged. So, am I challenging you?”
Elizabeth watched as Sean chuckled. “All true, but you’re not going to find out from Vanessa. She doesn’t know, either.” Elizabeth stopped midway as she reached for the phone. The gears in her head clicked into place and she had her answer.
“Eric is in on this, isn’t he?”
“Bingo,” Sean replied, a smile stretched across his face. “You and I both know that he can clam up tighter than a bullfrog’s butt when he wants to. So, we’re in cahoots to pull this off. He’s taking Vanessa and I’ve got you. Here’s a clue, though. Pack warm, very warm. Whatever you miss we’ll buy when we get there. I’m willing to spend a few extra dollars so I can keep the element of surprise in my pocket. Eric is doing the same with Vanessa.” The phone rang. “Matter of fact he should be telling her right about now.”
Elizabeth’s arms zipped out and snatched the phone of its cradle. “Hello?” As Sean had planned, it was Vanessa on the phone.
“Elizabeth, is Sean there?”
Elizabeth answered ‘yes’ and the two took off in a long conversation while at the same time trying to pump their boyfriends for information. ‘Pack warm’ was the only clue that they received. After a while, Elizabeth saw Sean motion that he wanted to talk to Eric on the phone.
“Hey, Eric…Yeah…I talked to her boss and she played out her part to the ‘T’…Yea, Elizabeth didn’t even guess that her boss knew I was down there.” Elizabeth shrieked out in surprise and mortification. “How’d your end go?” He paused as he listened to Eric’s tale, hearing Vanessa shriek in outrage in the background, while Elizabeth stared daggers at him. Sean gave her a peck on the cheek to dampen her fury. “Never saw you coming did she? You and I are going to have to have a game of forest tag one of these days…Look we’d better let our women get back to their work. Alright, talk to you later.”
Elizabeth snatched the phone out of Sean’s hand and slapped it back in its cradle. “Tanya knew you were down there?”
“Oh yeah. Why do you think she commented on you being so flush? I nearly blew my cover from laughing.”
“You can be a mean prankster sometimes.”
“But you enjoyed it. Look, I had to let Tanya know ahead of time what was going on just in case we really did get caught. I’m not about to jeopardize your life outside of our relationship over something inside our relationship. Besides, she was glad that I was telling her and the next thing I knew she wanted in on it. Nice lady, Tanya.”
Elizabeth was too flabbergasted to comment. Tanya knew, and Elizabeth had been seriously duped. She was going to get back at Sean for this and said as much.
“I’ll look forward to it, love,” he said eagerly. “Look, I’d better be heading out to look up on some experiments I’m running. I’ll see you later tonight.”
Elizabeth followed Sean to her door then snatched Sean’s hand as he began to turn away and pulled him back toward her. She gave him a long, lingering kiss and told him that she loved him in the open doorway, the office workers paused a moment to take in the scene then busily shuffled along as if nothing happened. Sean answered as much then Elizabeth spun him around and gave him a playful swat on the behind. “Out with you, you meanie.” When Sean turned the corner out of sight Elizabeth turned around and hunted down her boss.
**Chapter 21**
“Goddamnit!”
Elizabeth slammed the phone in its cradle and stared angrily at her desk. Sean walked up behind her and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. He knew better than to say anything at the moment so he stood there and gently rubbed the tension out of her muscles. “It’s Charles again.”
“I surmised as much,” Sean replied softly. “Is there anything I can do to help?”
“Not unless you can somehow get Charles off my case about those GenenCorp shares that he essentially gave me in our prenup. I think that bastard is haranguing me just for the sadistic pleasure of it. He basically loaned me ten grand as ‘play money’ to spend on the market. You know, something for the wife to keep her occupied while she stays at home. He never expected me to actually come out with gains. The courts agreed though that the money was a gift and how I spent it, and the profits that go with it, were entirely mine. I know he can’t get his hands on it but these damnable phone calls from his lawyer are starting to get on my nerves.”
“And you’re not willing to give it to him because it would be a flag of surrender,” Sean concluded. “You really are a proud woman, you know that?” He brushed his lips against her temple. He continued before she took his comment the wrong way. “It shows that you’ve got something that Charles isn’t used to experiencing. Integrity.” Sean thought of his girlfriend’s dilemma while she fumed. “You know, even if you sold him the shares he’d find something else to hound you about.”
“Don’t you think I know that? That’s exactly why I’m not giving an inch. There’s no way I’m letting him have another single victory over me.”
Sean didn’t ask what else Elizabeth had lost to Charles. “What if we gave him sour grapes?”
“Excuse me?”
“I’ve got an idea that just might work.” Sean started illustrating his plan.
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Finally, that useless tramp had given in and was willing to give up her shares of GenenCorp. He’d been pressing the issue for the past week to get her to capitulate. Sources told him that GenenCorp was going to go public with a new drug or something that the FDA just approved of that would revolutionize the fight against heart disease. Like he cared. All he wanted to know was that when he bought the stock it had better make him money. Of course, Elizabeth didn’t give it to him outright. She sold it to him, but still, at a full point below yesterday’s closing price it was still a bargain. She just gave away close to seven thousand dollars, a fortune in her financial situation. Charles thought of that nice house she had and how much it would go for on the market…
Charles’ train of thought was interrupted by his cell phone. “Charles, get on the computer and look up GenenCorp, now.” It was Albert, the tone of his voice alarmed Charles into action. He shoved aside his leather office chair and booted up the stock software he used. GenenCorp was dropping! Some asshole just dumped over two-hundred fifty thousand shares on the market…at thirty-eight and an eighth! That was a full point lower than he just bought Elizabeth’s shares at. Several brokers were jolted into blind action and were madly selling their own shares, causing the price to plummet even further. Charles was losing money. Quickly he typed a few commands and dumped his shares at the going price, a point and a half below what he just bought them at.
Charles let loose a string of curses at Elizabeth. Somehow she knew this was going to happen. Why else would she sell him her shares after holding on to them so tenaciously for so long? She’d fooled him again. He didn’t know how she knew this was going to happen, but she knew. Charles roared in rage and upended his large mahogany desk, sending papers scattering about his room and his computer crashing to the floor. Damnable bitch was going to get her due.
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Elizabeth stared at the numbers on the computer screen as she placed her hands on Sean’s shoulders. “Sean. You don’t have to do this. It’s too much.” She lifted her hands to fidget with the sash on her robe.
“Too late now, love. It’s done,” Sean announced with finality.
“Sean you just threw away over half a million dollars.”
“Oh, money well spent if it keeps Charles off your case.”
“But Sean you just sold all of…”
“My GenenCorp shares,” Sean ended for her. “I was getting tired of watching those numbers anyways. Besides, I have other stocks that can certainly pick up the slack.”
“Other shares? Sean you never said anything about…”
“You should know better than I, ‘Liz, that the key to a successful portfolio is to diversify. I’ve got money scattered all over the market.”
Elizabeth let that sink in. “All right, mister. Just how much money are you worth?”
“Roughly speaking, about 43.8 million dollars. Give or take a hundred thousand here or there. Luckily I stepped off the gravy boat when I noticed that Tech stocks were over inflated. The money’s secure. Oh, and I have a few savings bonds and Roth IRAs with various banks.”
“Forty-three…” Elizabeth sat on the floor as her knees gave out beneath her. She stared forward blankly as she tried contemplating the implications of just how rich her boyfriend really was. Forty-four million. She barely noticed the bottle of water handed to her and took a weak sip from the plastic mouth. Sean’s hands gently rubbed her back in a gesture to comfort her as he sat down on the carpet beside her. Forty-four million. Slowly her brain caught up to the rest of her and she was able to breath normally again. “You bastard, why didn’t you tell me earlier you were filthy rich?” Her voice was playful and teasing.
“Well, after how you reacted to just my six million…”
Elizabeth thought of how poorly she reacted when on their first date when Sean told her he was millionaire. It didn’t go well. But since then she had been able to put her prejudices behind her and measure Sean by his heart and his actions. If there were any words to sum him up they would be honorable and noble. And above all else she loved him; that outweighed anything and everything. Elizabeth leaned over to her right and rested her head on Sean’s shoulder then began chuckling. Slowly, she built up her mirth until she was brimming with laughter. “Sean, you really are a dear, you know that?”
Sean had a confused look on his face. Elizabeth’s laughter died down and she gave him a chaste peck on the cheek. “You dear, dear man.” Elizabeth got up and headed for the kitchen to prepare lunch.
“So you’re not mad with me?”
“Mad? Hardly, Sean,” Elizabeth replied, another small giggle tittered out of her. “I’m just wondering what else you haven’t told me yet.”
Sean’s posture changed in a way that told Elizabeth that he had his confidence back. “Well, I can’t very well tell everything. How else am I supposed to keep things exciting?” Sean smiled roguishly.
“Oh, I don’t know.” Elizabeth said as she opened her robe and let it slide over her smooth shoulders to the floor. “I’m sure there are other ways.” She continued her way down the stairs toward the kitchen, Sean’s footsteps hammering after her.
Elizabeth never made it to the kitchen.
**Chapter 22**
“Now will you tell us where we’re going?”
“To the airport, love,” Sean said as they rode on the freeway. Elizabeth growled at him, Vanessa echoing the same in the back seat with Eric. Sean peered up in the rear view mirror to see Vanessa shooting dagger like determination to have the truth out of Eric. Eric, ever the bastion of silence, didn’t say a word. Although his pale complexion spoke of how he was fairing under the silent assault. “We’ll tell you two when we get there.”
“Do you mean when we land at our final destination or the airport?” Eric joked. “Ow! What was that for?”
Sean spared another look at the mirror and saw Eric cradling his left ribs. Elizabeth wasn’t as bad as Vanessa but he knew he was going to get his dues later. She was the patient sort when it came to retribution…most of the time. Before long Sean found his exit and made his way down the off ramp. They arrived at the airport and had to join the general pile up as other holiday goers made their own ways to loved ones abroad. Sean peered out the window to look up at the skies. The weather had been rainy for the past week but things had lightened up for a bit so hopefully their flight wouldn’t be delayed.
“Okay, we’re here,” Vanessa said anxiously. “So spill. Where are we going?”
“You do the honors, Sean. This was your idea,” Eric said from behind.
“We’re going to Lake Tahoe,” Sean announced simply.
Vanessa squealed in delight and pounced on Eric in the back of the car.
Sean felt Elizabeth’s hand on his own on the wheel. He looked over and saw her soft smile aimed at him. Already, he knew that this trip was the right idea. “I love skiing,” she said. “How’d you know?”
“You thought I spent the whole day with your father and Frank in the wood shed and didn’t learn a few things about you?”
“Well…”
“Like how you loved skiing so much when you were five that you crashed into a tree three times on your first day out but still kept going?”
Elizabeth blushed an adorable shade of red.
“I heard that!” declared Vanessa in the back. “What else did they tell ya?”
“Oh, no you don’t, Sean.” Elizabeth cut in. “That is privileged information. Lovers only.”
“We’ll talk about it later, Vanessa…When Elizabeth hits another tree.” That earned him a stiff punch to his shoulder. Sean reached out and wrapped an arm around Elizabeth’s shoulder, pulling her close to him. He caught a whiff of the heavenly scent that all women possessed, of shampoo, soap, and lotion. “I love you,” he whispered in her ear. He heard her sigh in response as she snuggled up a little closer in his embrace.
After over a half hour of bustling about in the crowded streets, Sean and his friends found a parking space in a long term lot not too far away. Elizabeth and Vanessa asked about their schedule and if they should rush to the terminal but Sean and Eric were unperturbed, saying that they had already factored traffic into their schedule; boarding wouldn’t be for another two hours. Sean and Eric went to the trunk and pulled out the luggage. Thank the gods they borrowed Eric’s friend’s minivan. The women, not knowing what to expect seemed to pack everything but the kitchen sink. The two men groaned from the amount of luggage the women brought and had cut down on non-essentials back at Elizabeth’s apartment where they rendezvoused. Still, there was a large bag for each of the women whereas the men probably could have fit all they had combined into just one of the women’s gigantic bags.
Eric was wise enough to spend a couple of dollars to rent a luggage cart and the four were quickly on their way to the airport. Ticket claiming was fast and luggage drop-off even quicker but Eric and Sean were held up at the security checkpoint because their belt buckles set off the metal detectors. All together, their experience was pleasant and before long they were on their airplane, undelayed.
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Sean gently shook Elizabeth awake as they arrived at their destination at Reno Airport. Weather conditions were favorable and they didn’t have complications upon landing. The trip was a short one-hour affair but the excitement had tired Elizabeth out a bit. On the way, though, there was a thunderstorm raging to the west and Sean was greeted by the breathtaking view of lightning flashing up. It was one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen, Elizabeth agreed. The whine of the engines died down as the plane parked by the docking bridge. Elizabeth mumbled that she was awake and cupped her hand in Sean’s. They rose, along with everyone else and grabbed their carry-on bags, Eric doing the same with his and Vanessa’s. They entered the general tumult of airport traffic in the cavernous airport and made their way to the luggage pick-up as the groups split up, Elizabeth went with Eric to pick up the car that they reserved at the rental lot and Sean with Vanessa as they waited for their luggage.
“So, when do you plan on popping the question?”
“Excuse me?”
“I saw how carefully you were guarding your carry-on bag. Like there was a fortune in there. Oh, don’t look at me like that. Eric’s as paranoid as you are in public places but you were triple checking the entrances where Eric only double checked.”
“I didn’t think…”
“That I would notice?” Vanessa laughed. “I didn’t get where I am today in the corporate world by being blind.” Sean mulled over those words. Vanessa was going to get a little surprise of her own from Eric and it didn’t seem like she saw it coming. Perhaps she wasn’t as observant as she thought, Sean thought and smiled to himself. “Elizabeth either,” Vanessa continued. “She knows something’s up but I didn’t say anything. Don’t worry. I’m not going to ruin the surprise for her. Although, I don’t think she’s expecting a proposal so soon. And after that travesty of a marriage with Charles I can’t say that I blame her.” Vanessa paused when she noticed that their bags were heading towards them on the conveyor belt. “Here’s a little advice, don’t propose in such a public place. She might not be ready to say ‘yes’ yet.” They began picking up their bags, Vanessa leaving the two larger ones for Sean to lift over the rail. “Are you sure you’re ready for this though?”
Sean double-checked the bags and the plastic lock-strips that he fastened to the zippers. “As ready as I’ll ever be. I don’t think I could love her any more than I already do.”
The two made their way out the glass sliding doors to be greeted by harsh, blustery winds blowing about, flurries of snow whisking about in the frozen night air. Sean inhaled deeply and let the cold winter sting his lungs.
It was good to be back.
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Eric pulled up to the pick-up curb in the mini-SUV and hopped out of the car. He made his way to the back hurriedly and opened the trunk. “She seems to think that I know what you got her for Christmas,” he said, nodding towards the back seat where Elizabeth was sitting.
“That’s probably because you do know,” Sean shouted. He saw her waving a fist at Eric and they all laughed.
“My, my,” Vanessa said primly. “Aren’t we the pair of conspirators. Just to let you boys know, Elizabeth and I aren’t without our own contingencies. Be careful, boys. Very careful. Elizabeth and I have been experienced at hatching plans since our college years.”
Sean and Eric looked at one another worriedly then shrugged. Whatever happened, happened. The bags stowed, Eric hopped into the driver seat while Sean jumped into the back with his girlfriend; Vanessa rode up front with Eric.
“Did they give us a car to my specifications?” Sean asked.
“Four wheel drive and snow tires. We’re covered for the drive up. You want to head for the hotel now or later?”
“We’ll need to go to the hotel to check in and drop off our bags, change, and buy some ski wear for the ladies.”
“Right-o.” With that said they pulled onto the streets and were on their way.
They made their way through the narrow streets of Reno, the place swarming with tourists and vacationers. Snow was piled four feet high on both sides of the street, dirty brown and gray. Eric found the way to the parking garage for the Harrah’s hotel and casino. They found a parking spot by the elevator on the fourth level and quickly unloaded the car. As was expected, the front desk was crowded with new arrivals. It looked as if they had quite a wait for them to check in.
“Sean? Sean!”
Sean turned around and was almost knocked to the floor as a tumult of brown hair embraced him. He had no idea who the girl was but the voice sounded vaguely familiar. He pulled back and forced the girl’s arms off him, taking a moment to look at the bright blue eyes staring back at him. Memory tickled the back of his as the scent of hot chocolate came to mind.
“Teresa?”
“You remember!” She beamed at him.
“Well, last I saw you, you were a blonde.”
“I stopped bleaching ever since you helped me out. I’m not the only one who’s changed. Looks like you’ve been working out.” Sean felt self-conscious all of a sudden. It was true; he started hitting the waits about two years ago, just a month or so since he last came to Lake Tahoe.
“Care to introduce us?”
Sean felt a cold draft snake up his spine but he knew it wasn’t from an open door or window. Elizabeth had a detached look on her face that spoke volumes. “Elizabeth, this is an old friend of mine, Teresa, from the last time that I visited. Teresa, this is my girlfriend, Elizabeth.” Sean said that and released Teresa then wrapped an arm around Elizabeth’s waist in a desperate gesture to set things straight. “And Eric and Vanessa are friends of mine.”
General greetings were mumbled from Vanessa and Eric, Elizabeth was a bit less enthusiastic. Sean noticed Teresa was sporting the hotel’s livery and asked if she still worked here. “Most definitely. Ever since you introduced me to the manager I’ve been able to stick to the job and attend the local community college. I’ve got a small apartment not far from here. Everything’s absolutely great ever since I’ve met you and you never gave me the proper chance to thank you.”
“Well, perhaps you can help us out by getting us checked in,” Sean said, quickly sticking to the reason they were there. Teresa looked at Sean’s friends, pausing a moment to look at Elizabeth. A strange look graced her face as she looked in Elizabeth’s direction then turned towards the front desk. She called out to the man working the counter and the two talked quietly. The man looked at Sean and began typing into a computer. Teresa returned not long after with four keycards.
“I was just about to go on lunch. Lemme walk you guys to your rooms.”
They shuffled into the elevator with their bags while Sean and Teresa chatted up a storm, catching up on old times. They arrived on their floor rather quickly as the two talked animatedly about what had happened over the past two years.
“So,” Elizabeth started. “How did you meet Sean?”
A shadow passed over the girl’s face and Sean immediately interceded. “Teresa, don’t answer that.”
“No, she asked,” Teresa said resolutely and faced Elizabeth, chin held high in false defiance. “If you must know, I was being raped by the guy who was giving me a lift when Sean found me in the hotel parking lot. He pulled the guy off of me and took care of me over the winter. He was kind enough to pay for my lodging for a month and also gave me enough money to get me back on my feet.” Teresa looked around, embarrassed and cornered. “If you’ll excuse me I’ll go have my lunch.” With that said, Teresa bolted for the elevators, her eyes threatening to flood with tears.
Sean chased after her but the elevator closed quickly behind the girl. He wheeled around and approached his friends, handing Vanessa and Eric their keycards.
All were silent.
Sean didn’t say a word to Elizabeth and opened the door to their room. He dragged their bags into their suite, past the living room area then into the bedroom. Neither one of them noticed the lavish decorations; the heavy, cream colored drapes, plush carpet, and large bed with satin sheets were ignored.
“Sean, I…”
“What?” His voice was hurt, tired.
“What Teresa said, about how you met her, is it true?”
Sean sat tiredly on the bed. “Yes. She had three cracked ribs and a black eye. Teresa had just broken up with her boyfriend after she caught him cheating on her. They fought in the car when her boyfriend decided to just leave her there, after he had a little fun first. She didn’t have any family that she could go to; her parents were drunks and alcoholics. She had nowhere to go. For the next month I took care of her, missing out on the first two weeks of class. Elizabeth, she was literally in pieces. I think the therapy has helped since then.” Elizabeth winced when he said that. “We sort of fell out of touch about a year ago. We both changed e-mail addresses and forgot to update each other. I thought something bad had happened to her. That was another reason I wanted to come up here. I needed to check up on her, see how she was doing.” Sean sighed. “Now that you know, are you still going to be jealous?”
Elizabeth was mortified by the question. She couldn’t look him in the eye, she was too ashamed. But she saw the look in Teresa’s eyes, hopeful for Sean’s love and jealous of Elizabeth. But in a way Elizabeth couldn’t blame her. Sean had done pretty much the same thing for her.
“And how do you feel about her?” she finally managed to ask. “Was there something between you two?”
Sean was surprised by the directness of the question, then remembered that this was Elizabeth he was talking to. He gave her the truth. “Yes and no. We were both, well, vulnerable at the time. I was pretty lonely up here by myself. I came to be alone, but seeing everyone came in groups or couples sort of made that point a little too evident to myself. As for Teresa, well, after what I did for her I could see how she might fall for me. But I knew better, we both did. She wasn’t in any state of mind to make a decision like that. Perhaps if we met under different circumstances then something might have happened. But I doubt that. She and I are far too different. Teresa’s nice and easy to talk to, but she doesn’t have the things that I would want in a woman. In the end we kept things platonic, for her sake and mine.”
Elizabeth mulled over Sean’s words. She did feel the heel but love is a possessive emotion. She trusted Sean. She knew Sean better than to think that he would wind up with Teresa after the ordeal with Cheryl and how she veritably threw herself at him. Elizabeth sat down beside Sean on the soft bed and laid her head on his shoulder. “So there isn’t anything between you two.”
“Nor will there ever be. My other girlfriends might get jealous.”
That earned him a blow to the ribs. He chuckled, Elizabeth laughed. “You really are a jerk sometimes, you know that?”
“Yeah, but I’m your jerk.”
**Chapter 23**
Sean and Elizabeth were sitting on the bed discussing what Sean and Eric had in store for them when someone knocked on the door. Sean got up and went to the door, Elizabeth in tow. He opened the door and found a bellhop waiting outside with a cart sporting a bottle of Dom Pérignon in a silver bucket with ice.
“Compliments of the Harrah’s, sir.” Sean stepped aside and let the man in, Elizabeth charmed by the gesture. “Oh, and my manager said to give you this as well, sir.” The bellhop handed him a note. He left his hand out after giving Sean the scrip of paper. Sean fished into his pocket and placed a twenty in the outstretched palm. The man smiled when he saw the bill and left.
Sean unfolded the small note and read it.
“What’s it say?” Elizabeth asked, nosing her way over Sean’s shoulder.
Sean reread the letter and smiled. “The hotel manager sent the bottle with his compliments. Apparently, what I did for Teresa hasn’t been forgotten and the manager wanted to give us a kind welcome.”
Elizabeth was saddened by the mention of the girl’s name. “Let’s do something nice for her; perhaps invite her over for dinner. I think she deserves a little compensation after the way I treated her.”
Sean looked up and smiled at his girlfriend and reached an arm around her waist. “I was hoping that you would suggest making amends.”
“Well, I’m glad I can live up to your expectations.” Elizabeth gave him a peck on the cheek. “However, I’ll be keeping a close eye on you two. Any funny business and you’re sleeping in the hall.”
Sean sighed in mock despair. “Women.”
“You can say that again,” barked Eric.
Sean and Elizabeth turned to find their friends standing in the doorway;
Vanessa had the look of eager impatience while Eric was obviously nervous, almost fearful.
“You two said that you would take us shopping for all of the items we didn’t pack. Well, I’m ready to go shopping.” The eager look on Vanessa’s face nearly made Sean shudder.
“That’s right,” seconded Elizabeth. “We have some shopping ahead of us.”
When Sean turned and assayed his girlfriend’s bright and eager countenance, he shuddered noticeably.
There were several ski shops that dotted the base of the Heavenly ski resort so the women made their rounds hitting all of the stores looking for the appropriate ski attire. They were staying for a week so they decided to buy everything they needed instead of renting. The bill was astronomical with the women's clothing and the ski equipment. While the men could easily afford it, they enjoyed making a big production by complaining. Night had fallen and by the time they were done shopping, they were all tired. They were standing outside of the last shop with the men grumbling.
"I don't understand what you men are moaning about," stated Elizabeth matter-of-factly. "We were the ones trying things on."
"You two didn't have to try on everything," Sean commented with Eric nodding in agreement.
"Yes we did," Vanessa retorted without missing a beat.
"Tell me again why we brought those two with us?" Eric asked.
The two women looked at each other archly and strode up to their respective men challengingly and each planted a hot kiss while stroking their crotches. When they broke the kisses, the men stood dazed, bewildered, and rock hard.
"That was why," Sean finally managed to say. Eric only grunted in agreement.
The women laughed and shoved all their packages at the men. Vanessa snorted. "Men."
Elizabeth clucked in agreement. "Feed them and fuck them and they're as happy as can be."
"Hey, I represent... I mean, I resent, that remark," Sean stabbed.
"Speaking of feeding. When do we eat?" Eric asked.
"Quiet, Eric. You're not helping the situation much. "Elizabeth and Vanessa bawled out in laughter, earning Eric a sock in the arm from Sean.
"What?"
"Never mind, Eric," Sean grumbled. He turned up and headed for their car. "Harrah's got the best buffet around here. Let's eat there for dinner."
They piled into the SUV and headed back to Harrah’s. The former bellhop was in the lobby so he took the initiative helping them with their things. Eric and Sean were grateful for the assistance and were able to make it to their rooms in one trip instead of two so they both tipped the bellhop. The men guided Elizabeth and Vanessa to the elevator after everything had been put away.
The four of them exited the elevator and found Teresa working the front desk. Sean and Elizabeth asked their friends to wait a moment and then they walked over to the brunette. Teresa was wearing a brave smile for appearances but he and Elizabeth could see the unease in her eyes.
“Hi,” Teresa greeted.
“Hey,” Sean replied. “Look about earlier...”
“Don’t think anything of it. It’s just been a while since anyone’s asked about the assault.”
“Yes, well…” began Elizabeth, “I just wanted to make it up to you for broaching the subject so rudely.”
For the briefest of moments Teresa shot daggers at Elizabeth and Sean now understood what was going on. Teresa obviously was jealous of Elizabeth; it wasn’t just his girlfriend’s paranoia. Sean had to admit to himself that he initially believed that Elizabeth was falling back into old insecurities but now he saw things in a new light and felt a little ashamed that he doubted her. Sean’s hand gently squeezed Elizabeth’s in assurance and to convey some sense that he was beginning to understand.
Elizabeth squeezed back.
They asked her to join them for dinner and Teresa made a few attempts to decline, using the excuse that she was working. Sean just called up the hotel manager and Teresa was allowed a long and early break. The buffet at Harrah’s was like anything you would expect at any other hotel casino, exquisite. Sean and Eric gorged themselves on the diverse choice meats; they had several servings of the filet mignon wrapped in bacon. The women had a light main course of pastas and salads but once they got to the desserts they lost all self-control and had a little bit of everything.
Conversation was light and entertaining; Sean and Vanessa had an interesting argument about which was the better sex. That had everyone in stitches.
“Who cares if men can piss standing up?” Elizabeth declared. “Women can have multiple orgasms!”
Sean shut up after that and contrived a sour disposition as he poked at his dessert. Vanessa and Elizabeth shared a high-five as the men quietly resumed their dinner in defeat. “She’s got us there,” Eric mumbled in agreement.
During the entire dinner, Teresa listened to the conversation but never added much to it. She knew when she was out of her league. Two years ago, when Sean had rescued her from Matt, Teresa knew that Sean was more mature than most men his age. But after seeing how he interacted with individuals ten years older than he, and how comfortably he did it, she realized that Sean would never be happy with someone his own age, someone like her. She put on a brave front as she realized that she needed to reorganize the priorities of her life.
Dinner was finished with much belly patting and clandestine belching on the men’s part and small talk between the women. They decided that they had their fill after Eric snuck in a final bite of cheesecake. The women wrapped an arm around the appropriate boyfriend’s proffered elbow and slowly made their way out. When they approached the elevators Teresa bid them a good night and made her way back to the front desk to continue her shift. On the way someone tapped her shoulder. She turned around to find Sean standing there. Her mind was a flurry of emotions; she didn’t know what to say.
“Hey.”
“Hi, Sean.”
“Is there something you wanted to talk about?”
Teresa thought of finding some way to tell him about how she felt about him. How she tried for the past two years to become the kind of girl that he would ask out on a date. But after tonight she knew that it just wouldn’t work. They were too different. In his absence, Teresa had conjured up the image of Sean being the perfect man for her. In many ways he was. He had all the qualities that every girl would want; he was kind, funny, and dedicated. But in many ways he wasn’t what she wanted. While he was fun, he wasn’t her kind of fun. She knew the sort of things he enjoyed doing and Teresa had tried learning about them, but she could never get into them. They didn’t have anything in common, really. When it came down to it, they weren’t made for each other.
Sean watched the play of emotions in her eyes, the thoughts and ideas that clashed in her mind. But at the end he saw her piece things together, and a certain sparkle appeared in her eyes. Sean couldn’t help himself as he leaned in and gave her a warm hug.
“Thank you,” Teresa whispered in his ear.
Sean just held her.
They broke the embrace with wet eyes and Teresa told Sean she had to get back to work. She continued her way to the front desk.
Sean smiled to himself and cheerfully pushed the button on the elevator. He made his way to the suite and found Elizabeth waiting for him. Before she could ask or say anything Sean swept her into his arms and planted a warm, full-bodied kiss on her lips.
“What was that for?”
“I’m happy.”
Elizabeth separated from Sean and held him at arm’s length. “What happened?”
Sean had a distant look in his eyes and smiled. “I just saw Teresa grow up.”
Elizabeth looked at him questioningly and Sean explained. “She doesn’t need me anymore. I’m no longer a part of her life, at least not in the way in which she perceived me. It was one of the most amazing things I’ve ever seen.”
“So she’s no longer got a crush on you?”
“No, I think we’re more like brother-sister. It’s kind of nice.”
“Good, then you’re all mine.”
Sean chuckled. “I always have been.”
“Better believe it, buster.” Her eyes flared saucily as she leaned in for another toe-curling kiss. They both moaned in approval and somehow found their way to the bedroom. The room, like the rest of the suite, was nicely decorated in a cream and mahogany motif that neither of them really noticed. What they did discern was the king-sized, four posted bed that dominated the room. Sean scrabbled at the layers of clothing Elizabeth wore, pulling her sweater and t-shirt off in moments. He exposed a new lavender satin bra. Sean smiled with pleasure when he saw it and ran his hands over Elizabeth’s lithesome body, which he loved to caress. Sean’s throat rumbled in approval as he planted his lips on hers again. He took his time as his hands explored the slippery smooth fabric; his fingertips meticulously memorized every stitch and seam. Elizabeth’s moans vibrated across Sean’s lips as his hands moved on to her torso, trying to touch every exposed inch of her skin.
Their faces remained sealed together, their lips locked as their tongues wrestled in a wet and thrilling dance. Sean’s breath became Elizabeth’s and hers his. Who needed fresh air when you could breathe in your lover’s soul? Elizabeth’s mouth was a gourmand’s delight. Sean could taste her favorite dessert, strawberry cheesecake, in her breath and on her lips of peach crepe. They attacked each other’s face as they gasped through their noses.
Sean lived on Elizabeth’s every breath, his chest rising and falling in time with Elizabeth’s.
Elizabeth broke the soul-draining embrace and began planting kisses all over Sean’s face as her hands deftly stripped him of his clothes, scattering layers of fabric about the room. It was ritual to them now; they habitually tossed their clothes about haphazardly during their encounters. Elizabeth dug her fingers into Sean’s t-shirt and tore it open. Her hands immediately sought the heat of his torso as she crushed her breasts to him, her body sizzling with excitement at the contact. She had been trying to get him to replace his old, ragged undershirts but he was attached to them. Elizabeth won one round of the argument and smiled haughtily as she nibbled his earlobe.
Sean took a moment to get over the shock of having his shirt ripped apart. Then he quickly shucked the rags and began his own assault on Elizabeth’s person with his lips. He took his time as he worked from behind her ears down to her neck and then lower. Her breasts were lifted invitingly in the lavender bra so he couldn’t help but gorge on the firm globes. Soon enough he could hear Elizabeth panting as her fingers raked through his hair, clasping him tightly to her delicious flesh. Sean thought his girlfriend was appropriately primed as his hands began working their way down to the top of her jeans and deftly unbuttoned them. Kisses snaked down from Elizabeth’s tight cleavage to her navel, where Sean tickled with his tongue, then down to her waist. His hands tugged the tops of her jeans, stripping them down to her ankles. Sean lingered at her crotch, snuffling at her matching lavender satin panties. They were cut aggressively into a narrow strip of cloth that made Sean focus all of his attention on the sensitive juncture between pussy and thigh. His tongue flicked out, tasting the musky scent emanating from beneath the alluring satin.
“This is new,” Sean mumbled between long, languorous licks, emphasizing his comment as his tongue traced the edge between satin and smooth skin.
“Mmmm. You like?”
Sean answered by rubbing his nose along her crotch.
Elizabeth gave a throaty laugh. “I bought it when we were up in Seattle. Expect more like this for the next few nights.”
Sean’s imagination flitted through the possibilities and he renewed his attack on her crotch. His hands had been gently squeezing and massaging Elizabeth’s ass but they moved on to the tops of her panties and oh so slowly dragged them down. Tender licks and kisses trailed in their wake. Sean could sense the smile on Elizabeth’s face as he worked his way slowly back up. Sean’s arms hooked around her hips and he gently guided her to the foot of the bed where she then sat.
Sean found his way back to her steaming womanhood and gave the trim patch of hair a gentle nuzzling. Elizabeth arched her hips but Sean backed away. He placed his hands on her shoulders and nudged her over until she was lying on the bed before continuing up her body with more tantalizing kisses that made every nerve in Elizabeth’s body burn. Elizabeth could feel the heat of Sean’s body as he hovered over her; his only contact with her was made as his lips and tongue snaked up her torso. Sean arrived at her breasts and his head dipped down to unsnap the clasp in the front with his mouth. It took a moment but the effort was well worth it. Her cups flowered open and her globes slid firmly to the sides in a spectacle that made Sean’s eyes gleam with passion.
“Have I ever told you how sexy you are?” Sean asked as he eyed her breasts hungrily before diving in.
“Don’t tell me, love,” Elizabeth growled. “Show me.”
“With pleasure.”
Sean’s whole hard body dove in finally fusing with Elizabeth’s. She shivered beneath him from the contact. Sean quickly unbuttoned and stripped below the waist, releasing his confined manhood. He rubbed it along Elizabeth’s damp sex, causing her to moan in arousal. Sean loved how responsive her body was. He ran the tip of his rod up and down her slit to gather her moisture and with a practiced grace slid it slowly in. Elizabeth arched her whole body in hunger and slid her hips back down to greet Sean’s cock. They kept the slow, languorous pace that they both enjoyed. After the emotional turmoil that Elizabeth had been through earlier, she wanted a long session of lovemaking to unwind.
Sean took his time. He worshipped Elizabeth’s body with every smooth stroke. Again, they breathed in synchrony, his slow strokes in time with every blissful gasp of air, in and out, in and out. Elizabeth’s strong thighs rose up and gently caressed Sean’s sides as his hands gently cupped and fondled her heaving breasts. Sean looked down at Elizabeth’s half lidded eyes, glazed in amorous heat, as he continued to slowly drive in between her gentle thighs. He spared a moment to cup Elizabeth’s face and lean over to kiss her inviting lips. It was a gentle moment suspended in time, their heat searing one another and their bodies contorted in a fusion of flesh and passion. The kiss ended and Sean leaned over further and placed his mouth by her ear.
“I love you,” he whispered as his hand lifted to pet her luxurious hair. “I love you.”
Sean snaked his tongue into Elizabeth’s ear, the sensation causing her body to quiver and shake. She clutched him to her in a frantic grasping that tried to pull all of him in. Her depths seized and rippled with wet lust. Elizabeth cried out in ecstasy as she hit her first peak. Without warning Sean slammed into her again and again then loosed his own tension in a blinding white rush. Elizabeth’s entire body went haywire and every nerve wanted to explode as wave after orgasmic wave surged through her. Elizabeth’s wordless screams rang out through the room as she lost all control of her body. Her orgasm lasted for the better part of two minutes before she finally collapsed in an exhausted heap.
**Chapter 24**
Sean lay on the rumpled bed sheets wearing a tired smile etched on his face with Elizabeth spooned in his arms. He wormed his head along her neck and breathed in the scent of her hair; sex, sweat and rosewater shampoo flooded his olfactory senses. His right arm was sandwiched between his lover’s side and slender arm as he traced lazy circles on her pert breast. Elizabeth was sleeping contentedly in his arms with the slightest trace of a smile curling the corners of her mouth. Despite the fact that he was exhausted, Sean simply couldn’t sleep. He didn’t mind; he hardly noticed the passage of time as he marveled at Elizabeth’s gentle beauty and as he replayed their most recent joining in his mind. As always, the session of lovemaking an hour ago was intense and passionate. Sean felt pleasantly sore in all the right places as he continued to idly caress his love’s delightfully nude form. If Sean didn’t know for a fact that Elizabeth spent a good deal of time at the gym he would have sworn that it was their very healthy sex life that kept her in shape.
A sudden jerking from the woman in Sean’s arms interrupted his idle thoughts. Sean sighed inwardly and braced himself for what was to come. It was a subtle thing at first, a twitch in the fingers, a curling of the toes, but slowly the fidgeting coursed through the rest of her body like a series of tremors that had the woman struggling with invisible hands and phantom bonds. Her breath quickened in a panic of gasps that turned into a series of frightened mutterings. Sean did what he could to calm her in her sleep, whispering gently to her and holding her warmly for nearly half an hour, but he knew it was useless.
Elizabeth bolted upright, a wordless scream dying on her lips. A thin veneer of sweat covered her quaking body. Sean slowly sat up and wrapped the blankets around her shivering shoulders. Elizabeth stared passively through the bedroom double doors to the reception area. Sean wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulders as she slowly came back to her senses.
“Pretty bad this time?” Sean asked, already knowing the answer.
Elizabeth nodded silently.
“You want to talk about it?”
There was no reply.
Sean was aware of his girlfriend’s regularly occurring nightmares. Including the more vivid dreams, like the one she just awoke from, Elizabeth had no idea just how regular they were. When Sean informed her of her weekly bad dreams Elizabeth batted aside his concerns as if they were nothing. The fact that she ignored them showed Sean how deeply scarred she really was. She never talked about them, about her dreams nor her time with Charles. Sean knew they were intricately interwoven.
“Okay, how about a bath? We can even use bubbles.” Sean suggested. When they took a bath together they usually didn’t use the scented liquid because Sean thought it a bit frivolous even though Elizabeth loved it.
Elizabeth leaned in Sean’s arms and nestled her head under his chin. Sean scooped her seemingly frail body up in his arms and headed for the large master bathroom. The cream marble tub was large enough to easily sit three people so it would take a while to fill. Sean sat Elizabeth on his lap while he talked about little things, told silly stories and gave her little clues about what he bought her for Christmas, to draw her out of her shell. Slowly, Elizabeth became more relaxed as the spa-tub filled.
Sean poured in a generous helping of bubble bath and then gently dipped his girlfriend in the steamy foam. He grabbed a small towel, soaked it and began washing her back. Elizabeth’s body blushed from the hot water as Sean gently stroked her hair and continued to talk. Elizabeth pulled on his arm and asked him to join her. Sean entered the water and held her body in his arms. He waited for what came next.
Elizabeth began shivering and weeping. Her body shuddered as the terror rattled her, but not a single tear was shed. Sean cradled her head and crooned soft words to ease her pain. Eventually, Elizabeth calmed down enough until she was silent and still.
“I’m so sorry that you have to put up with all of this, Sean.”
Sean gently nuzzled the top of her head. “I just wish you could talk to me about it.”
“I..I can’t. I just can’t.”
“I know. Whenever you’re ready, okay?”
Elizabeth nodded and sat in his arms as Sean continued to wash her.
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For the next three mornings everyone arose bright and early to hit the slopes. The weather was very cooperative and gave them an extra four feet of fresh powder every day. Elizabeth, Vanessa, and Sean quickly took to the intermediate slopes but then decided to return to the easier skiing when they found out that Eric had never learned how to ski. He was trying to put on a brave front for Vanessa. They tried out snowboarding on Christmas Eve and it was Eric’s turn to shine as the instructor dubbed him a ‘natural’. He was quickly carving furrows in the snow while everyone else fell on their rears most of the time. That night Sean and Eric went to the front desk, greeted Teresa and picked up some packages that they wanted delivered to the hotel to avoid lugging them around at the airport. The women knew they were presents and they constantly badgered the men for information. Elizabeth and Vanessa ended their prodding when they discovered that the packages weren’t for them but were presents to be exchanged between the men.
That night the group dined at a nearby fancy Italian restaurant and then they retired to their rooms and bed for an early start on the gifts the next morning. Well, that was what the women first suggested but Elizabeth and Vanessa agreed to play an erotic version of twenty questions that lasted through a good part of the night.
At the end, the game was reduced to, “Please? I’ll be a good girl.”
The two men shook their heads and the women pouted. Sean was very glad that he had the foresight to get a good lock on his luggage.
Christmas morning came and Sean awoke to an empty bed. He smiled to himself, because he knew exactly where Elizabeth was. He took his time with his morning ritual, groggily brushing his teeth, washing his face, and calling room service for some breakfast and coffee. He purposely stayed in his room as he looked at the clock. It was six in the morning, which meant he had gotten a meager four hours of rest. Elizabeth flung open the double doors just as Sean placed the phone back on the cradle.
“Merry Christmas, love,” Sean said.
“Merry Christmas, Sean.”
“Not until after breakfast,” Sean cut in before Elizabeth could open her mouth about the presents.
Elizabeth’s face soured and she stuck her lower lip out petulantly for a moment, then she switched tactics by trying to seduce Sean to give in as they waited for room service. Sean was very tempted but he held on to his resolve. He calmly knocked on the adjoining door to Eric’s suite on the far wall of the reception foyer and waited for his friends to open up. Vanessa flung the door wide open, with her hair in wild disarray barely holding up an emerald silk robe. Sean immediately spun around and talked to her over his shoulder.
“Is Eric up yet?”
“Yes,” Vanessa replied grumpily. “And I take it you’re being as stubborn as he is about waiting until after breakfast to open the presents?”
“But of course.”
Vanessa stuck her tongue out at Sean, which he didn’t see, and then tried storming the gates again by successfully dragging Eric out of the bathroom where he was hiding. Sean should have thought of that. Oh, well. It was more fun his way when Elizabeth tried to rape him a moment ago. Simultaneously knocks on the two doors summoned them to receive breakfast. Two waiters came in with carts laden with French toast, croissants, coffee, and juice. The guys tipped the two men and then pushed the carts over by Sean’s coffee table where they sat together for breakfast. It was decided that the gift giving was to occur in his room since they had a tree decorated and placed in the room a day earlier. The friends chatted gaily as they ate and eventually all of the food was consumed. They finished with coffee to top things off.
“Breakfast’s over. Time for presents!” commanded the women as they went to their respective closets to fish out brightly wrapped packages.
Sean and Eric chuckled and each took a final sip before bringing out their own gifts and squeezing them under the tree.
“Me first!” shouted Vanessa and dove into the mountain of presents.
Elizabeth followed and picked out a brightly wrapped package with her name on it. The two women shredded the wrapping in record time and then cooed at what they got. Vanessa held up an autographed leather bound copy of her favorite childhood book, “The Hobbit”. She read the card and beamed a smile at Sean and Elizabeth. Elizabeth was oblivious to the appreciation as she tore open her own gift. She lifted the gauzy black nightgown, briefly examined it, dropped it back in the box and closed the lid as her face flushed a furious red. Curiously, Elizabeth picked the card from the pile of discarded paper and looked accusingly at Vanessa. Her friend laughed and told her to wait and see what she got for Sean.
Elizabeth didn’t know whether to laugh, blush, or be turned on when Sean found a skimpy silk thong in his little box. After seeing what Sean received, Eric was a little wary of opening his present from Vanessa. He decided to open the one from Elizabeth instead. It wasn’t much better. He got a gift certificate from Victoria’s secret with a letter from
Elizabeth to use it without compunction.
They took their turns giving and opening gifts until there was a mountain of shredded paper and empty boxes. Sean cherished the new laptop that he had been thinking of buying while Elizabeth fawned over the large teardrop diamond necklace now draped around her slender neck. Eric looked to Sean but didn’t receive the reply he was looking for. “Go ahead, Eric.”
Eric looked to Sean questioningly but with the women right there he couldn’t ask. Instead, he fished into his jeans pocket and pulled out a little velvet box. When Vanessa saw it and noticed Eric on one knee her eyes grew to the size of saucers, an audible gasp drew Elizabeth’s attention from her admirable hoard.
“Vanessa, I knew we’ve only been together for a few months but it feels like I’ve known you all of my life. I love you. I will love you to the ends of forever. Will you marry me?”
Vanessa’s eyes were filled with tears and joyous surprise. Eric opened the box, revealing a three-carat diamond solitaire clutched in a platinum setting. Vanessa didn’t say anything; she sobbed as she wrapped her arms around Eric’s neck. She was reduced to a blubbering mass of hugging and crying.
“Well, that’s the first time I’ve seen her without words,” commented
Elizabeth wryly. Elizabeth gave her friend a warm hug and joined in on the ecstatic screaming as they marveled at the exquisite ring as Eric placed it on Vanessa’s outstretched finger.
“Congratulations, Eric,” Sean said as he patted his friend on the back.
Eric leaned over and talked quietly while the women began planning the wedding. “I thought we were supposed to do this together, you and I.”
“I know,” Sean sighed. “I realized that my timing isn’t right. I don’t think ‘Liz and I are ready for it yet.”
Eric nodded. “If you want to talk about it, or need some advice, you can always count on me.”
“I know,” Sean replied and quickly changed the subject. “I take it I’m your best man?”
“You bet,” Eric grinned. “And I expect a top notch bachelor party!”
“Don’t worry. The formula’s pretty simple.”
“Plenty of booze and plenty of boobs,” they said in unison.
They noticed the two women glaring at them when they said it a tad bit louder than they had meant to. Eric tittered nervously as the women stared the men down.
“Don’t worry, Vanessa. Sean and I were just discussing, um, wedding plans.
Right, Sean?”
“Well, it does have to do with wedding traditions.”
Vanessa strode up to Eric. “In my office, now,” she commanded and then headed for their room. Eric hastily bundled up the presents and practically ran after his fiancée.
“Whipped!” Sean called after him.
“Oh, really?”
Sean turned to Elizabeth and was greeted with an imperious gaze. Sean’s mouth ran dry. She didn’t say anything, just turned around and walked steadily to their bedroom; her finger gestured for him to follow. Sean followed obediently.
Sean shut the bedroom doors behind him. It would be a long day and night before he would open them again.
**Chapter 25**
Warm sunlight slipped between the curtains and gently roused Elizabeth from a dreamless sleep. Her arm sluggishly drifted over to her boyfriend only to feel a cold vacant spot where he should have been. She cracked open her eyes only to see an empty pillow. Sean must have left for work early again. He had been doing that for the past two weeks and she missed having his warm arms wrapped around her in the morning. Inwardly, she was disturbed by his recent absences.
Once his three-week winter break was over, he came home later and later in the evenings and left early the next morning. They visited her parents as promised on New Year's and there seemed to be a strange tension among Sean and her parents. She could feel it but she couldn't quite figure out exactly what it was; perhaps it was the tightness in the corner of their eyes or how they steered around certain conversations. Sean and both of her parents were hiding something, what it was she had no clue.
When school started up again Sean's peculiar schedule began. The most noticeable change was in their lovemaking. Their passionate trysts seemed to lack a certain fire and they came less frequently. Her heart grew cold at the possibility that Sean had grown tired of her and now had someone else in his life. Was she doing something wrong? Was she not attentive enough to his needs? What was the problem?
Slowly, Elizabeth dragged herself out of bed. She brushed her teeth while she waited for the shower to warm up and then hopped in for a quick rinse to wake up. The hairdryer followed as she brushed out the tangles. She recalled how Sean always used to help her. He said he loved her hair and the way it smelled. Before she knew it Elizabeth was on the brink of tears. She was losing him! She didn't know how she knew but she did. She felt the same way with Charles before she discovered that he was having an affair with that big-breasted bimbo.
Quickly, Elizabeth caught herself before she went into hysterics. Her emotions shut down and the cold, calculating woman that saw her through her tumultuous divorce stepped forward. She went through a mental checklist of questions that helped whittle down her worries and give her a direction to follow. Her eyes flickered to the calendar. It was a Saturday. If Sean did indeed go to the lab then it was for extended research. He didn't go to work on the weekends before but this was his third Saturday in a row now. Elizabeth got dressed in a plain t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans then sped off in her car towards the university.
Elizabeth didn't remember the trip to campus; her mind was busy whirling through the possibilities of why the man she loved had changed. Was he going to cheat on her? No, he didn't have it in him to lie to her like that. Besides, she would know. Did she somehow hurt his feelings without being aware of it? That was a possibility considering how fragile he really was behind the noble exterior. Any armor has its weakness. Did he believe that he had done something to upset her? She couldn't be sure about that. The more questions she came up with and tried to answer, the greater her confusion. She pulled into the parking lot near the lab where he worked and paid the parking fee. Her eyes swept the lot but couldn't find his car. As she made her way to the laboratory she found his bicycle chained to a bike rack. That meant his car was back at his apartment and that he might not come home to her tonight.
Elizabeth quickly suppressed the rising panic of losing the man she loved. There was something wrong and she was going to get to the bottom of it. She planned on walking into the building and sneaking a peek at him to see what he was up to, but she found the front door locked. Elizabeth tried the side doors, the back doors and any other entranced she could find. She cursed quietly and stormed back to her car and sat behind the wheel, her mind grinding a way to her next step.
The frustrated woman turned on the ignition, drove to Sean's apartment building and quickly pulled into the parking lot. She turned her key in the lock and entered his apartment. Her eyes panned the living room with a practiced efficiency. Digging through a person's office was nothing new to her since she gathered all of her own evidence against Charles proving his infidelity during their divorce. She swept through the room inspecting everything. She drew a finger across his keyboard. It was clean. After almost a month of supposed negligence, the keyboard was clear of dust. He had been using it lately. She booted it up and scanned through his logs and files. She discovered nothing. Elizabeth went online and inspected the history for his Internet browser. What she found startled her.
The log showed that he had been using the computer every night since they returned from Seattle. The times showed that he left her place almost as soon as she fell asleep. On the list were web addresses for several psychologists as well as self help manuals on how to deal with traumatic experiences. She didn't know what to make of it but printed out a copy of the list for future viewing. She shut the computer down quickly and then Elizabeth made her way to his bedroom.
Sean's bedroom seemed undisturbed save the bed with its rumpled sheets. Gently, Elizabeth inspected the pillow and found only one furrow in it. She sighed, thankful that there was a strong suggestion that another woman wasn't involved. A quick inspection of the trashcan turned up nothing. Her eyes roamed the room. There was something different about the room. Elizabeth wasn't sure what it was but something had definitely changed. She took a calming breath and simply let the room come to her, fill her mind. It was a subtle thing, but if it weren't for the fact that she looked at it admiringly so often before she would never have noticed the difference.
Elizabeth's attention shifted to the walls. The mural with its intricate drawings that scrolled across the room always enchanted her. She stepped up to the aggressive lines and soft shadows; her hand caressed a hard smudge on the wall. The phoenix was marred. Sean's fingers must have pressed hard to have broken through the fixative that prevented the charcoal from rubbing off. He was disturbed by something; that much was clear. And it had something to do with her.
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Sean fished around in his pocket for his keys while balancing the pizza box in his other hand and finally managed to open the door to his apartment. He called Elizabeth earlier on her cell, telling her he would be staying late at the lab to work on his research. She sounded disappointed but accepted his excuse. With a pained effort he told her that he loved her before he hung up. He truly did, which was why he was having such a hard time with the impediments between them. He sighed and put down the warm, flat box on the kitchen table and headed for his room. When he flipped the switch in his room he found Elizabeth sitting on his bed waiting for him, worry etched on her beautiful face.
Sean's mind fumbled for a proper greeting. "What are you doing here?"
Elizabeth sat there quietly, not answering. For the first time, they experienced an uncomfortable silence that weighed on them like a heavy cloak. Sean noticed how calm her face was, the calm before the storm.
"Sean is there something that you want to talk to me about?"
"No," he answered a little too quickly. "Why?"
"Sean, give up with the masquerading, okay?"
Sean's mind spun in dizzying circles, unsure how to approach the issue at hand.
"No games, Sean," Elizabeth broke his train of though. "You said that we could always talk. I'm here, now. You haven't been talking to me ever since we got back from visiting my family. You stay late at night doing work and then leave right after I fall asleep. What's going on?"
Sean didn't think that Elizabeth would have noticed his leaving for the past couple of weeks. He was certain she was asleep before he left. Those beautiful brown eyes that he found so enchanting were now as hard as agates as they bored into him for the truth. His brain stumbled about in the dark. Never before had she trained those brilliantly intelligent eyes on him. Sean took a dry swallow.
"I should be asking you the same thing."
Elizabeth recoiled in surprise. "What do you mean?"
"I mean how come you don't talk to me about your life with Charles while you were married. How come you don't speak to me about your nightmares? I'm not stupid. I know that those nightmares have to do with Charles. We've been together for nine months and sixteen days and you have yet to tell me why you wake up screaming on some nights and whimpering in your sleep during most of the other nights."
Now that he had gotten started the pain just flowed from him. "I love you, Elizabeth. You know I do. But damn it, this waiting on the sidelines and not being able to do anything is almost more than I can handle. I thought that you would eventually tell me, but now I'm not so sure. It makes me wonder just how much you really love or trust me."
There it was. He'd said it. The words were like a slap in the face to
Elizabeth; he could tell from the way she reacted upon hearing them. He was angry at her sorrow. Love is based on trust. The motto was plain and simple. But Sean wasn't sure just how much she really trusted him with her past. The ten years of her marriage were a complete blank to Sean. She never talked about it. It was the one unapproachable area that she never allowed Sean to enter.
"I love you, damnit. But waking up in the middle of almost every night crying is getting to be too much. I know Charles hurt you. And every night I hear him hurting you. I hate seeing you in so much pain. I want to help but you won't let me in. I need to know if I am ever going to help you."
"You're doing enough by just being there for me."
"I am impotent in that respect. I'm doing nothing because you won't tell me. My love is useless to you unless you tell me. Tell me!"
Sean was crying now, the pent up frustration finally blowing out of him like a balloon. Elizabeth's face raced through a marathon of emotions before turning into pained anger.
"You want to know?!"
"Yes!"
Her words spilled out of her mouth in an angry torrent. "You want to know how he beat me after I first confronted him about his affair? How he tied me up in bed and forced himself on me while he was drunk? How he raped me? How later he called in his friends and let them take turns with me. How I lived with that for two FUCKING years?!"
She was standing up now, her hair in wild disarray as tears streaked down her cheeks. "You want to know how he killed my first unborn baby when he brutalized me in bed? How he...How he..."
Elizabeth was sobbing now, her fists beating ineffectually on Sean's broad chest as he held her. Nothing could have prepared Sean for that. He clutched her tightly to her as if to absorb her into his body to keep her safe forever. Tears poured down his face as he held the quivering mass of hysterical fear that was the woman he loved. Raw terror and grief poured over both of them as they held each other, trying to hold the other afloat in a sea of sorrow.
Sean thought of what had happened to the woman he loved. The woman he prized more than anything else. Two years of that hell, he thought numbly. He could never come close to imagining how horrible that period must have been or how she quietly carried that burden for over a year after she escaped. Three years of silence. Three years of bad memories and nightmare. Three years of the secret death of her unborn child.
And Sean thought he had a troubled past. This woman, this wonderful woman who had been through so much still had the strength to help pull him out of his own pain. Sean gripped her tightly in his arms. He held her for over an hour as Elizabeth drained herself of grief that had been held back far too long.
Eventually, Elizabeth calmed and shivered in his grip. She lifted her face from his shirt that was soaked through with the salty, bitter product of her sorrow, and looked at him pleadingly. Sean looked at her puffy red eyes; so weak, so vulnerable. He leaned down and kissed her. It was a desperate embrace, a fusion of sorrow and relief, of fear and love. Their lips burned with raw emotions. There were millions of billions of words to describe what passed between but all would have been inadequate.
Sean cradled Elizabeth in his arms and led her to bed. She fell asleep in his arms within seconds.
Sean held her all night as he planned his justice.
**Chapter 26**
Slowly, Sean awoke to the smell of pizza wafting in from the kitchen. He rolled out of the warm sheets and brushed his teeth while absently scratching his head. After finishing up in the bathroom, Sean followed his nose to the delightful aroma of breakfast. He was greeted with the sight of Elizabeth bent over as she fished through his refrigerator. She had worn one of his t-shirts for pajamas. Sean smiled at the pleasant view and snuck up on his girlfriend, while she was preoccupied with perusing his groceries. He lifted the tail of the shirt, the sudden draft startled Elizabeth and she leapt up in the air in surprise.
"What the…" she howled as she spun around.
Sean chuckled and wrapped his arms lovingly around her waist. "It looked like you weren't wearing anything under that shirt. Just checking to satisfy my curiosity."
"Curiosity killed the cat," she warned him, but his grin was too infectious and soon had her smirking as well. "Well, did you find your answer?"
"I'm not sure," Sean answered slyly as he palmed her naked bottom. "You jumped before I could get a good look. I think I may have to inspect a little more thoroughly."
Sean closed the refrigerator as he leaned in for a good morning kiss. Elizabeth was more than willing to oblige and slipped in a little tongue as well. "Mm. Good morning to you, too."
Sean grinned when he remembered what brought him here. "Is that pizza I smell?"
"Yes. You left it on the kitchen table last night. I thought I'd warm it up in the oven for you."
"Pizza for breakfast? I knew there was a reason I loved you."
Elizabeth barked in laughter. "You really are incorrigible. Go sit. I was just about to pour some juice."
Sean did as he was told and sat down on the hard wooden chair. After living at his girlfriend's house for so long, his own apartment seemed rather crude and uncomfortable. Sean sighed; she spoiled him.
Elizabeth brought the pizza out from the oven and slipped the steaming disk on the table. She poured them each a tall glass of orange juice, set them on the table and then she sat in his lap. This was their preferred seating arrangement. She wrapped an arm around his shoulders and gave him a peck on the cheek as they both pulled slices from the plate.
"Mmm… I'm starving," Sean commented as he finished his slice in a few quick gulps. "I just realized that I didn't have dinner last night."
A lot happened last night, Sean thought. He gave Elizabeth a gentle hug with his left arm as he recalled her ranting. What she told him invoked a rage that he had never felt. If it weren't for the helpless woman in his arms he might very well have sped off into the night and dealt out his own brand of fatal justice. Thinking of it even now woke the dragon. Exhausted sleep had finally claimed him and he awoke refreshed with a different perspective on things. Oh, Charles would be getting his due but killing him would be letting the bastard off too easy.
"Let it go, Sean," Elizabeth said, breaking his train of thought.
"Hmm?"
"I can see the wheels turning in your head," Elizabeth responded accusingly. "Getting back at Charles isn't going to solve anything. Just leave him alone and he'll leave us alone."
"He hasn't left you alone yet, has he?"
Elizabeth turned her hurt expression away. "I don't want to talk about it right now."
"Then when? When will it ever be the right time to talk about it?" Silence rang out between them. "That's exactly the problem. You never talk about it although you need to." Sean sighed. "You must seek professional help, Liz. I can't do this alone."
For the first time ever Sean admitted that he was out of his league. Ever self-sufficient, the man was willing to give up his self-styled independence for the woman he loved.
Elizabeth looked at him almost frightfully as she considered her options. She didn't want to visit a shrink. To tell a total stranger what had amounted to two years of hell was beyond her. Again she looked at Sean. He was her pillar of strength. Simply telling him had helped beyond words. She valued his advice and admired his strong sense of self. Also, she understood his willingness to give up some of that independence for her sake. She had seen the man act as stubborn as a mule with other people but he always bent when she needed him to, always for her. She came to a decision.
"Alright," she whispered. "For you I will. I'd do anything for you,
Sean."
Sean gave her waist another gentle squeeze. They leaned their heads
together as they ate.
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Sean watched as Elizabeth pulled into her driveway and he followed suit in his own car. They decided earlier for Sean to move more of his things to her place, he practically lived there anyways. The two lovers got out of their cars and Sean wrapped an arm around Elizabeth's slender hips. They opened the door and stood speechless at the disaster that greeted them.
Sean reacted instantly and grabbed Elizabeth as he ran out the door. He slammed it behind him and went straight to his car as he fingered the button on his key ring and the trunk popped open. Sean rustled through the small compartment and pulled out his cane. He fingered the catch, twisted the handle and pulled out two feet of gleaming steel. Sean told Elizabeth to stay in her car as he stormed into the house, his sword leading the way.
The door opened easily before him and Sean stalked through the living room. Elizabeth's place looked like a tornado had gone through it. The white leather couch on which they had spent countless hours cuddling had its insides ripped out; the stuffing was poured out like rotting guts. The television had been kicked over along with the speakers to the sound system. Sean's pulse pounded behind his eyes as they swept back and forth across the room. The kitchen was not spared; the refrigerator was toppled on its side, doors ajar, spilling its contents onto the cold tile floor. Step by step he made the rounds as he searched room-by-room. The worst damage was seen in the bedroom, the four-poster bed on which they had spent untold nights together had been torn apart. The springs and stuffing protruded through the fabric panels of the mattress gaping open like exposed ribs. Then there was the smell. Someone had urinated on the mattress and defecated on the pillows.
This was supposed to be a home in suburbia, Sean thought, not some scene out of a novel describing a sacked town in the Middle Ages. But that was exactly what it looked like. Sean looked again. No, not sacked. Nothing was taken. Anything that could have been considered valuable was still there. All the electronics down stairs were still there, although destroyed beyond repair. Sean searched the closets. Elizabeth's clothes were shredded beyond recognition, wispy phantoms of what they once were. Her jewelry was still sitting in the small cherrywood box beneath her clothes.
Sean's eyes panned the room and then he looked down. Elizabeth had very thick carpeting, the kind that let your toes sink in. It also did a good job of preserving footprints. He studied the floor intently. More than one person did this, other than that the tracks were beyond his ken. He took the cell phone from his pocket, touched the speed-dial and the police answered. They would be on their way as soon as possible. Sean told them to take their time; the damage was already done.
"Sean?"
He turned around and found Elizabeth standing in the doorway as he sheathed his sword back in the cane. He reached a hand out to comfort her but she walked past him to view the destruction instead. When she saw the bed her face became a steel mask, cold and unyielding. "This was Charles' doing," she stated calmly. "No doubt about it." Her fist flew out and punched a hole in the drywall.
Sean's eyebrows raised in surprise. He stepped up to her and put a comforting arm around her shoulders. She shrugged him off.
"No, damn it," she shivered with rage, her voice a rasping whisper. "You were right that I needed to deal with my problem but there is no way that things are going to be resolved if he continues terrorizing me like this. I'm tired of being the victim. I'm sick and tired of running from him, hoping he'll leave me alone. I'm going to deal with it my own way. I'm going to bring that bastard down." Her eyes flashed lightning as she spun around and looked at Sean. "And you are going to teach me to do it."
"Elizabeth, calm down."
"I will not! I've been trying so hard to piece my life together." Her eyes brimmed with tears. "So hard.."
Sean wrapped his arms around her, and this time she let him, as she broke down in tears. The police knocked on the front door just then. Sean guided Elizabeth down the stairs by her shoulders and let the cops in, telling them about what they had discovered. Later others arrived and they discovered that the damage was more extensive than they had realized. It was a serious case of vandalism. Insurance would help cover some of the costs for the damage but it would be a long way before Elizabeth would consider this place a home. She talked with Sean and voiced what he was thinking. She would have to move.
"As much as I hate to admit it, I can't live here anymore."
"Excuse me, ma'am," an officer questioned. "Do you know who might have done this?"
Elizabeth's face turned stony. Her eyes were fiery as she readied a violent reply. Sean interjected and gave her shoulder a squeeze. "Yes, we believe we know who did this. There's no doubt in our minds that it was her ex-husband who pulled this off. I don't have any proof, but I expect you guys to find some. I believe in justice, officer. I intend to see it done. This isn't the first time Charles has terrorized her. And it won't be the last, either. Elizabeth divorced him for a reason."
The officer thanked them for their cooperation and said that they would keep in touch. They drove back to Sean's place and when they arrived Elizabeth called Vanessa and Eric. The two friends arrived shortly thereafter and did all they could to console her.
"Thanks for coming, guys," Elizabeth said, "But I'm okay, now. Honest."
Vanessa gave her a worried glance. She was furious when she discovered the news. She uttered a long line of curses that nearly set Sean's place on fire before she finally calmed down. Eric said she was even worse on the drive over. Eric took to the news as calmly as Sean did. They both knew what Charles' actions meant. War.
"So how can we help?" Eric asked. The question was open ended and the offer was without limits; the nature of what he was suggesting was not lost on Sean.
"Nothing like what you're thinking," Sean replied, "although that would be fun."
Eric pulled a hunting knife out of his boot to pick at an imaginary speck of dirt under his nails. "That's a shame. Haven't gotten any live practice in for quite a while."
"Sorry, Eric. We plan on keeping this above the table. We will need Vanessa's help, though."
"Anything you want."
"We need you to find us some lawyers," Elizabeth said as she nursed a cup of tea, "the best money can buy, the blood thirsty ones. Tell them there's a bonus in it for them if they can bring Charles' ass down to our satisfaction. We're going to send this asshole to the slammer, not some country club, mind you. I want him to rot in a hellhole of a prison." The teacup shattered in Elizabeth's hands. Everyone looked at the broken shards scattered on the floor then at Elizabeth. She calmly used a napkin to wipe her hands dry as Sean got a dustpan and sponge to clean up the mess as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.
"Elizabeth," Vanessa addressed her friend worriedly. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine."
Vanessa and Eric stayed around for another hour or so before they left. Eric cast a warning glance at Sean. Their eyes clashed; a silent argument ensued. When their eyes broke, Eric sighed and the two friends made their exit.
**Chapter 27**
Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Elizabeth took a tentative step forward in the shrouded darkness. Her hands were spread out in front of her with her fingers outstretched. She felt the wind on her face before she heard it and crouched. The object whistled by above her. She smiled to herself at the small victory. Something hooked behind her right ankle and pulled up. In her position she fell flat on her back with a dull thud on the canvas mat. Elizabeth cursed and got back up. This time she was struck in the shoulder, then behind her knee forcing her to kneel. Her foot was hooked again but this time she managed to lift free. The canes twirled faster, their whirling caused more movement than she could track by feel and sound alone. They clacked across her body and appendages mercilessly until ultimately she was swept off her feet for a second time. Again she found herself prostrate on the floor; her breathing was the only sound in the room.
A loud crack exploded alongside both ears and Elizabeth screamed. The lights blazed on, stabbing at her pupils until they receded to pinpricks. Her hands shot up to shade her eyes from the assault. Slowly, she adjusted to the brightness of the room and she got her bearings. She found herself lying near one of the three-mirrored walls of the room. Sean stood over her as he threw aside his blindfold.
"You have learned something?" It was more a command than a question.
Elizabeth could only shake her head as she pulled herself up, nursing a bruised wrist. “Nothing. I didn't learn a damn thing."
"Think harder. Think again."
"It's impossible to keep track of your attacks. They're too fast."
“Exactly."
"What?"
"It is impossible to keep track of my attacks when you can't see them coming."
"Then how am I supposed to dodge?"
"Why do you stand still? Are you afraid of running into where I am not?"
Elizabeth opened her mouth as if to reply and then caught herself. She grew pensive and leaned against the wall. She felt Sean's lips brush her forehead.
"Come on," he whispered to her gently. "That's enough for one day."
"One question."
"Shoot."
"There's another lesson behind what you just told me. What is it?"
Sean smiled knowingly then gave her a peck on the nose. "You're learning quickly. Yes, there is another lesson behind it. It's somewhat symbolic. I'll let you think about it while I get our stuff together."
Elizabeth's slid down the mirrors with her back against the cool surface until she was seated on the canvassed floor and thought about what he had said. Symbolism. Something about being in the dark. Being blind? Being unable to see into the future. Trying to predict when those damnable canes were going to hit was frustrating as all hell, and in the end it was futile. The only thing she had control of was herself, her actions. But when the future became the present and affected her directly, that was the time for action. As they headed out the door Elizabeth asked if she was right.
"Close enough," Sean replied as he locked the door behind them. "The present is the most important moment of your life. The past has already happened, there is no point in lingering in it. You'll only get caned if you're looking backwards. The future has too many variables, always shifting, unpredictable. Therefore, you can't plan too many steps ahead otherwise you just might run into a mistake. Getting stuck in a pattern of moves is like that. Certainly, there are prescribed combinations of attacks and blocks but eventually others will read them and then you're as good as dead. Remember Top Gun, what Maverick said. 'You don't have time to think up there. If you think, you're dead.'"
"Well, that's a big gamble with a thirty-million dollar plane, Lieutenant," Elizabeth replied. "Or in this case your life."
"True," Sean answered. "But when you become predictable, you're as good as dead."
"But what you're asking me to do is rely on pure luck," Elizabeth said as Sean opened the Jaguar's passenger side door for her.
"No, I'm asking you to rely on pure, gut instinct," Sean held up a hand to forestall her reply. "Trust me. You'll get it. Gods help me when you do."
Elizabeth slid into the warm leather seat and thought things over. She had been staying at Sean's place for the past two weeks, slowly piecing together her belongings as well as her life. She sold the house and dumped the furniture. The police called as expected. Charles had a solid alibi; he was at a nightclub with his girlfriend. Several people had seen him. Elizabeth and Sean knew that the snake wouldn't have actually done the deed. But it certainly wasn't beyond him to orchestrate the whole thing.
Sean and Elizabeth had argued heatedly for a couple of days about getting him to teach her martial arts. She won after she explained that she would just take self-defense classes from one of the many downtown studios if he wasn’t going to help her. That got to Sean and he capitulated. Elizabeth rubbed her sore wrist. Maybe she had bitten off more than she could chew. Sean told her that he was going to teach her more than the proper way to throw kicks and punches. He was also going to impart a philosophy, a way of life. He went on and talked about how the true spirit of martial arts was lost to the hyper-commercialized world where anyone could learn the drills with enough time and practice. He admitted that doing so did create good fighters but that wasn't what he was about. Sean said he would make her into a warrior.
They pulled into Sean's parking spot. Elizabeth grabbed their gym bags and followed her boyfriend up the stairs. The two of them entered Sean's apartment and Elizabeth watched him visibly unwind. It wasn't a physical difference but the air of command slowly sloughed off his shoulders. Sean, the Master, was left behind and in his place stood Sean, her lover.
"Go ahead and take a shower," he said as he headed for the kitchen. "I'm going to get dinner started."
Elizabeth went to their bedroom, stripped, and showered. The hot water felt wonderful on her tense muscles. She rubbed her neck and upper back to release some of the knots. She would have to ask Sean for one of his back rubs later. His hands were magical, the way they smoothed out the kinks in her body. They were also quite good at getting her very aroused by the end of the massage. Elizabeth smiled as she thought of what always happened after a session with Sean's magic hands. Yes, she was definitely going to ask for a massage. She took her time in the steaming spray and felt like a new woman. She slipped on a thick robe, dried her hair and then made herself look presentable. After slipping into some clothes she left the room.
Elizabeth made her way to the kitchen where she was pleasantly greeted by
Sean, Vanessa, and Eric with a cake aflame with candles. She graciously feigned surprise and grinned sheepishly when her friends began a chorus of Happy Birthday. When Sean hadn’t said much about her birthday she knew something was up. Sean was such a dear.
"Thank you," Elizabeth said as she gave Sean a warm hug, and then proceeded to embrace Vanessa and Eric.
Sean placed the cake on the polished dining table and gave Elizabeth a peck on the cheek. "Happy Birthday, love. I even put on all the appropriate candles."
Elizabeth's eyes quickly counted the little flames. "Sean, there's only twenty-five."
"You're not twenty-five?" Sean asked innocently. "I could have sworn you were twenty-four just yesterday."
Elizabeth playfully backhanded his ribs, which were vibrating from his chortling. “Charmer."
"Just telling it how it is, darling," Sean replied then gave a sly smile to all present. "I swear she didn't act a day past twenty-five last night in bed." Elizabeth elbowed his ribs. "Go ahead. Make a wish."
"But you already came true," Elizabeth teased as she stationed herself in front of the glowing dessert. She closed her eyes and decided what she wanted, a home to call her own with Sean at her side, always. She took as large a breath as she could and then emptied her lungs until her sides hurt. Black wicks greeted her as she opened her eyes.
The rest of the evening passed in a blur of conversation and merrymaking. Dinner was comprised of an excellent assortment of dishes from Allesio's that Eric had ordered in advance. Then came the presents. Eric handed her an envelope and inside it was a five hundred dollar gift certificate to a household furnishings’ store. Elizabeth looked questioningly at Eric and thanked him.
Vanessa gave her another envelope. Inside was a picture of a very grand looking, four-posted king-sized bed. At the bottom, the picture said 'Yours'. Again, Elizabeth was confused by the present but she thanked Vanessa anyways. Where was she going to put the bed? It certainly wouldn't fit in Sean's apartment. Sean handed her another envelope. Inside was a scrap of paper. It read, "We're getting a house."
"We'll have a new home."
Elizabeth looked up and wrapped her arms around Sean's neck and kissed him.
Tears streamed down her cheeks. Hugs were exchanged all around as Elizabeth brimmed with joy.
"I expect that bed to get well used," declared Vanessa as she hugged Elizabeth.
"I'll make sure of it," Sean muttered under his breath.
Elizabeth felt a tap on the shoulder and she turned around. Sean was on one knee and his hands held up a tiny velvet box. Elizabeth's eyes widened as she gasped.
"Elizabeth Richards," Sean said with determined conviction as the room grew silent, "I love you. I love you more than my life, more than my soul. You are more than any man has a right to ever dream of, let alone ask for. And I would be honored if you would accept my offer to be by your side for the rest of eternity." He opened the box. "Will you marry me?"
Elizabeth grew dizzy and nearly fainted. There didn't seem to be enough air in her lungs. Flashing in front of her eyes was a three-carat diamond bound to an intricate ring of gold fashioned in the likeness of a flaming bird clutching at the gem with platinum talons, a phoenix. Elizabeth's mind and heart seized at the beauty of the ring. She was speechless. She broke down and sobbed with joy as she clutched Sean to her and wept. He cradled her in his arms, a tear of his own streaking down his cheek.
"Oh, God, yes," Elizabeth finally managed to squeak out. "Yes. Yes. Yes!"
Elizabeth broke the embrace and held out her hand. Sean slipped the ring on her finger. It was a perfect fit.
"Holy shit!" Vanessa screamed. "Look at the size of that rock!"
Elizabeth held her hand up proudly and cooed over it with Vanessa. Of course, the two women immediately began comparing their jewelry. They tittered like schoolgirls over wedding plans. Within seconds they agreed on having a double wedding.
"I take it I'm your best man?" Eric asked Sean.
"Without a doubt. And I expect a good bachelor party."
"How about we have ours together? We'll just have to double everything."
"More babes and more booze!" Sean commented.
The room grew quiet. The two men looked over their shoulders and winced at the women’s glares.
"Uh, just kidding, darling," Sean grinned nervously.
"Eric..."
"Well, look at the time," Eric said quickly. "Vanessa and I really must be going. We'll talk about wedding plans later."
Elizabeth snorted derisively and patted Sean on the cheek. "Yes, we'll discuss this later."
Sean winced then saw their guests to the door. Elizabeth hugged their friends goodbye. She turned around and faced Sean. "Now, what was this I hear about other women?"
"Well, a bachelor party wouldn't be bachelor party without strippers, right?"
Elizabeth chuckled as she watched her fiancé squirm. They both knew that
Sean had eyes for her only. Still, they liked playing games. She pulled him in by the front of his shirt and gave him a smoldering kiss, tasting the smooth ice cream cake on his lips. "I'm just going to have to find a way to make you forget about other girls." She pulled him in for another scorching kiss.
"What other girls?"
Elizabeth smiled. "Whipped!"
Sean chuckled and his lips tickled her as he nuzzled her neck. "Have I ever told you that I love you?"
"Maybe," she teased. "I think I remember you saying something like that."
His tongue snaked out and caressed the lobe of her ear. "I love you.” Another long, torturous lick followed his words. "But right now, I lust after you."
Elizabeth felt herself being lifted as Sean scooped her up in his powerful arms. He loved carrying her, ever the chivalrous man, and she loved being carried. One of the many reasons she loved him. Her heart fluttered at the thought, one of the many reasons she was going to marry him.
Sean placed her gently on the bed. The room was silent but for the sound of their breathing. Elizabeth watched longingly as Sean pulled the shirt off his muscled frame. The sight of his fine features never ceased to thrill her. Elizabeth pulled her blouse over her lithesome body. When she had the blouse over her eyes Sean held her still. She could feel his hot breath on her, her skin flushed with every gentle puff that caressed her skin. Although she was blinded, she could feel him smiling at her. Elizabeth laughed in anticipation. "Is this another lesson?"
"Hmm, maybe," his lips teasingly brushed against hers. She heard the rustle of fabric at the foot of the bed. Elizabeth waited curiously. The blouse was yanked off, giving her a glimpse of Sean towering over her as he placed the blindfold over her eyes. "Remember what I told you. The present is the most important moment of your life. Live for the moment.
"Elizabeth tried to slow her racing heart and simply let the sensations wash over her. Sean's gentle hands began stroking her breasts tenderly, then boldly. His lips took her breath away as they collided with her own. Her mind filled in what her eyes could not provide, exploring the sensual moment in Technicolor. His kisses became more passionate, demanding. She yielded to him, gave him every ounce of her soul in a long, slow burning embrace until she began seeing bright spots. His lips left hers and her lungs filled with air. Elizabeth's heart quickened.
Sean's hands continued their delightful ministrations of her breasts, kneading the soft flesh with barely controlled zeal. He really did have magical hands. Elizabeth moaned her approval as his thumbs ran over her turgid nipples. She arched her back to force in more of the pleasurable sensations running through the two hard nubbins. A hot, wet sensation consumed her left breast and instantly made her ache between her legs. She writhed beneath his expert touch, quivering in carnal desire. His lips set her skin on fire as he switched from one breast to the other. Her hands ran through his short hair, trying to press more of her breast into his wonderful mouth.
Elizabeth felt Sean's hand glide down her body, tracing her ribs, tickling the fine hairs below her belly button and then finally settling on the tops of her skirt. His hands roamed over her waist, stroked her womanly hips and reached beneath the hem. Elizabeth invited his hand as she opened her thighs. His palm pressed into her womanhood and she ground her hips up to meet him. Elizabeth moaned in frustration when she felt Sean's mouth leave her breast with an audible pop.
"You're a beautiful woman, Elizabeth," he kissed her tenderly. "I love every square inch of your body." She felt his hands loop around and beneath her as he tried to grip the zipper that held her skirt. Elizabeth helped and lifted her hips an inch. The skirt slipped off her hips easily and she heard it fall to the floor. "You have a perfect nose." He gave it a peck. "Luscious lips." He kissed her soundly. "The cutest dimples when you smile." Two more pecks on the cheeks. "Beautiful ears." He got a little fanciful this time and gave them both a thorough tonguing that had her gripping the sheets into knots. "A graceful neck." His lips descended down her throat and he began suckling her skin where her neck fell away to her slender shoulders. He took his time there. Then it dawned on her. He was giving her a hickey! Too late, the deed was done. "Oh, and how can I forget your gorgeous breasts?" Sean began a thorough explanation of what he liked about every part of her breasts followed by a very convincing physical demonstration of why; the sensitive undersides, her cleavage, and, oh God, her nipples! Then he thought he should pick out a favorite part. He was one indecisive lover as he focused intensely on one part then moved on to another, then back again. "I think I like your nipples best," he finally decided, then went ahead and teased and played with them until they were pained from arousal. Her insides shook with a small wave of pleasure as he concentrated on the hard nubbins. Several times she tried reaching a hand in between her legs but Sean held her back, pinning her hands to her sides until she stopped resisting. "Since you seem to enjoy having your nipples sucked so much I think I should pick a favorite." Elizabeth groaned in arousal and frustration as he suckled one then the other. There was a minor wrestling match as she reached to bring herself off with her hand and he stopped her.
Back and forth he went. "I can't decide. I like them equally as much. Oh, well. I guess I'll have to give the two first place winners their due prize." Elizabeth couldn't believe how much control this man had over her. She came again, a small one that both helped to ease the tension and yet pulled her body taught with even more desire. Her pussy leaked on to the warm sheets that were already damp from sweat.
"You also have lovely ribs," Sean continued and numerated each one with delightful touches of his lips. He took a moment to rise up and moisten her lips with his own as he lovingly brushed the damp strands of her hair from her face. She heard a rustling down below as he kissed her again and then felt the heat of his crotch bare down on her right thigh. "Now, where were we?"
"My pussy," Elizabeth nearly demanded. "You were going to eat my pussy."
"Nope, I don't think that was where we left off. Oh, yes, you have the cutest belly button. I always preferred innies." She felt the heat of his body descend and then felt his tongue tickling her belly button. She nearly cursed at him for stalling; she wanted to cum so badly. His mouth began traveling lower and Elizabeth whimpered in anticipation. As she grew anxious for his mouth to descend to where she needed it most, her legs spread and elongated.
She was filled with dread as she felt Sean massaging her calves. "And your legs!" he exclaimed. "I could go on forever about your legs." Her fate was sealed. She was doomed to be on the cusp of orgasm for all of eternity. She nearly cried in frustration. "You have beautiful legs," he began again, talking intermittently as he oh so slowly kissed up her calves. "Do you know how many times I've gotten aroused from just the sight of your calves when you wear a skirt? I had a to adjust my pants while Eric and Vanessa were over." He paused to nibble at the delicate skin behind her knees. Impossibly, Elizabeth felt another small wave of sexual energy course through her.
Sean's mouth moved on and began nibbling the insides of her thighs. Her pussy flowed freely on to the drenched sheets. "Now for my favorite part of your body. I intend on spending a very long time here." Oh, God yes, she thought. Finally. "Your elbows!"
Elizabeth howled in anguish and was about to rape her fiancé when a bolt of lightning surged through her. If her eyes weren't already covered she would have gone blind from the orgasm that raced through her body as Sean's mouth attacked her pussy with wonderfully unrelenting fury. Her skin exploded as she thrashed and bucked in uncontrollable spasms until her mind went dark.
**Chapter 28**
The night was still. A dark, moonless sky ignored the large brick house. A light breeze blew through the bare branches of the maple trees that guarded the large front yard, rattling their bony fingers together. A shadow amongst shadows flitted through up along the tall, ivy clothed wall that bordered the estate and perched upon it as silent and still as a gargoyle. The figure leapt from the ivy and alighted upon one of the trees that bordered the manor. The shadow dropped to the soft manicured lawn and slipped from tree to tree without so much as a whisper. In the pressing darkness two low shapes sprang across the field, their swift gaits betraying their presence as they closed in on the intruder. A dull flash of steel flickered in the muted night and the guard dogs fell to the floor and slid across the smooth grass. The shadow knelt beside them and inspected the precision of the strikes. He pulled out a piece of cloth and wiped down his weapon then moved on, as silent as the shadow he emulated.
Scaling the Talworth Manor wall was easy enough with its unfinished brick façade and the shadows soft rubber soled boots. His hands moved quickly, surely, and saw him to the ledge of English windows on the second floor. A small pouch was produced from the strap on his thigh and revealed a row of intricate tools when unrolled. He selected one of the instruments and slowly cut through the pane of glass near the catch of the frame. Another device was produced from a different pocket and was placed on the windows locking mechanism, disabling the alarm trigger connected to the catch. He opened the window and melted into the room.
A flashlight strapped to the figures head was flipped on and a small beam pricked the darkness. The thin shaft swept back and forth across the office, revealing the large mahogany desk hunching over the plush blue rug. The figure worked his way through the drawers one by one but moved on without interest. He fired up the computer resting on the polished wood and examined the room as he waited for the console to boot up. Nothing of interest caught his attention and he returned to the keyboard and mouse. The night-clad figure worked quickly, his gloved fingers clacking the keys as he worked diligently. Information was pulled from the hard drive and copied over onto a disk the hooded and masked figure produced from one of the many pockets that covered his black bodysuit. He waited patiently for the information to transfer over then erased all traces of his passing.
The man slipped back into the night and disappeared with the wind.
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“To love and marriage,” Sean toasted. Elizabeth, Vanessa, and Eric raised their own glasses and clinked them appropriately. The four friends had decided to get together once every week to plan their double wedding. Elizabeth and Vanessa had taken to the assignment with fervor with some input from their fiancés. Most of the time, though, Sean and Eric simply shot the breeze and chatted about their jobs. At the moment Eric was talking about an upcoming Renaissance Fair and had invited Sean and Elizabeth to come along with he and Vanessa.
“They even plan on having a simulated battle with swords and armor. It will be quite the event,” Eric pitched.
“Sounds like fun,” Sean answered. “I’ll talk to ‘Liz about it but I’m sure that she would be interested.”
“What’s this?”
Sean and Eric turned their heads at Vanessa’s question. The redhead was staring at a CD that she turned in her slender fingers.
“Something Sean and I ran across that could help those lawyers on Charles’ case,” Elizabeth replied. She calmly took a sip of her wine. Vanessa gave her a questioning look but thought better of it. Eric did likewise with Sean then shrugged. He knew as well as Sean did what the game they were playing was like. Vanessa on the other hand was usually a straight shooter but just this once, for the sake of her friend, would she not pursue the topic any further.
“I’ll see what the lawyers can do with it after I take a look,” she tactfully replied. Elizabeth nodded and they let the matter rest.
The rest of the lunch passed quickly with good table conversations and more planning for the wedding. It so turned out that Sean wasn’t the only millionaire sitting at the table. Eric had an inheritance from an uncle that he hardly knew but who had been keeping tabs on him. The man died of cancer about five years back and admired Eric from afar. The money helped launch his writing career and now he was sitting comfortable with his own earnings as a writer as well as his inheritance that had accrued a decent amount of income from interest. Together, the skies were the limit for wedding arrangements. Vanessa and Elizabeth had a delightful gleam in their eyes as they plotted and planned while the men grew paler and paler at how much it was going to cost them. Granted, they were rich. But even so, they did have some notion of frugality. However, the women cajoled and pleaded until the men gave in to pretty much whatever the women wanted. It would be quite the event.
They finished their lunch then headed out to several stores and phoned several other recommendations. Hammering out all of the details, from flower arrangements to limo rental, took the remainder of the day until finally all four of them decided that they had done enough for one day and called it a night. The real trick was finding a date that would work with all of the arrangements. Finally, they settled on the fifteenth of July in a nice church with the dinner party in the dining hall at the Marriott.
Sean closed the door behind himself and Elizabeth then slid the deadbolt home as they entered his apartment. “So how do you think it went?” Elizabeth asked as she kicked off her shoes and put them on the rack.
“About the disk?”
“Yes,” she answered. “Vanessa seemed to take it well. Although I’m not sure what the lawyers can do about it. I never managed Charles’ accounts but I knew something wasn’t right about the numbers.”
“Well, Eric took it all in stride. He and I think alike so he probably can guess how we got it.”
Sean felt Elizabeth’s warm hand on his shoulder. “Do you think we’re doing the right thing? I mean, is going to work?”
Sean turned around and reassured her as he pulled her close to him in a comforting embrace. “Yes, we are doing the right thing. There’s no other way that I can think of to get him out of our hair. If we bloody his nose a bit maybe he’ll leave us alone for good.”
“Or possibly enrage him. Believe me, I should know. During the last couple of years that I was with him he seemed, I don’t know, irrational.”
“Irrational or not, this is the best way to handle things.”
“I hope you’re right.”
“I do too,” Sean replied and kissed her on the forehead. “So, when are we scheduled for our next viewing of available real estate?” Sean asked, changing the subject. They had begun home shopping not too long ago but they were as of yet to find something that they wished to call home. Price wasn’t too big of a problem, between Sean’s inheritance and Elizabeth’s divorce settlement, so they wanted the right house, the perfect home. There were a couple of candidates that perked their interest but nothing that seemed to fit the bill.
“Tonight,” Elizabeth finally answered.
“Tonight?”
“Yes, the agent said that a house was just going on the market tonight and that we’d be the first ones to view it. She said it would be perfect for what we want. Five bedrooms, two and three quarters bath, and a decent sized yard amongst other amenities.”
“Hmm, sounds interesting,” Sean thought aloud as he headed for the bookshelf. “Alright, let’s check it out.”
Elizabeth sidled up next to him and perused the shelf as well. When Elizabeth moved into Sean’s apartment the better part of her salvageable furniture was put in storage but Sean insisted that she bring her books. Together, they had a large collection and now there was more than enough for either to read since they both read different genres. Elizabeth was an avid reader of fiction and suspense while Sean was a fan of science fiction and fantasy. It turned out that the two of them were beginning to enjoy the other’s tastes in literature, just one more interest that the two had in common. Elizabeth realized that it was little things like that that built a lasting relationship, growing into one another’s world.
Sean tugged at the spine of a well-worn paperback and Elizabeth did likewise then curled up beside him on the couch when he sat down.
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At eight in the evening, after Sean and Elizabeth had a light dinner of lemon catfish with rice, the two lovebirds received a phone call and headed downstairs to meet with their agent, Kathryn O’Toole. The strawberry blonde woman greeted them in the lobby and began describing the new house that was on the market as she constantly brushed aside a stray lock of hair that would not stay in place. They stepped into her silver BMW and then headed out into the temperate night. The drive was pleasant as they continued discussing the house; it had a moderately sized yard with a swimming pool and Jacuzzi as well as a patio for a barbecue. The house was perfect. The neighborhood was very nice, situated in an upper middle class neighborhood and not too far away from either Elizabeth’s office or the university. The previous owners were a military family and the man of the house was transferred to another base down in San Diego. The rooms were about the right size and the design of the place was smooth and graceful. They fell in love with the place and signed the papers that night. Once the papers were processed the following morning everything would be ready to be moved in.
Sean and Elizabeth got back to the apartment later that night after a small glass of bubbly to celebrate the deal. Sean went to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water when he noticed the blinking light on his answering machine. He hit the switch and listened.
“Elizabeth, Sean,” Vanessa’s voice rang out. “Where did you guys get this disk? Better yet, don’t answer that. I don’t want to know. Do you guys realize what’s on this thing? Looks like Charles had his fingers in the cookie jar. According to the data you guys gave me, he did quite a bit of tax evasion and a good deal of money laundering as well. There’s even hints in here to all out bribery of a city council member. I’m still not sure what or who he was laundering for but the lawyers should be able to take it from here. I gave the disk to Erin, one of the lawyers, as soon as I had a good look at it. Charles is going to lose a good chunk of his assets as well as have all of it frozen until further investigation. Call me as soon as you can, okay?”
Elizabeth had wandered into the kitchen by them and rested her head on Sean’s shoulder. “I knew that something wasn’t kosher about those numbers.”
“Well, now we have confirmation,” Sean said as he picked up the phone and thumbed Vanessa’s number. “Hi, Vanessa.” He paused as he listened. “Yes…I understand…How long will it take? Immediately?” By then Elizabeth’s curiosity was piqued and she looked determined to get her hands on the phone. “Here, talk to Elizabeth before she tears my head off.”
“Hello?”
“’Liz, it looks like there’s justice in the world after all,” Vanessa’s voice beamed over the receiver. “Charley-boy is going to bite the big one on this case. The lawyers are swarming all over this one like bees on honey. This is going to be a big case. The lawyers let the IRS get a whiff of this and they’re going to let the dogs out on this one. The press might even jump in on this one. This is going to turn into a multi-million dollar smear campaign, that’s how big it is. Charley isn’t going to be able to show his mug in a public place for a long time.”
“Is he going to jail?” was Elizabeth’s only question.
“Well, I’m not sure about that. But what you have will certainly make his life a living hell.”
“Vanessa!” The sharp tone in Elizabeth’s voice brought her friend up short. “I don’t care if his assets are frozen until the stars go out. I want that bastard in the slammer. You got that?”
Sean quickly interceded and wrenched the phone out Elizabeth’s white knuckled grasp. “Hey, Vanessa. We’re very happy with what you’ve accomplished so far. We’ll talk about it later, okay?”
“Yeah, Sean.” The woman’s voice was subdued. “Tell ‘Liz that we’ll get him. I guess I got a little carried away with just how big the case is.”
“That’s understandable. Oh, one other thing. We just bought a house so we’ll be expecting you at the housewarming party.”
“Really? I’m glad to hear that. I’ll let Eric know.”
Sean hung up and turned to Elizabeth. “What was that all about?”
“What?” Elizabeth answered acerbically.
“What do you mean ‘what’?” Sean’s voice bit. “You just about chewed Vanessa out for bringing us such good news.”
“What good news? You heard her. Charles may lose some money but he’s still going to be walking around.”
“I don’t believe this. What do you want? His head on a silver platter?” Sean’s raised his voice above Elizabeth’s.
“That would be good start,” snorted Elizabeth.
“I’m sorry ‘Liz but that isn’t the way it works.”
“Then it ought to be.” She was screaming now. “If the law can’t do anything about it…”
“Then what? You’re going to take things into your own hands?”
“If that’s what it takes.”
“Are you even listening to yourself? That path leads to madness.”
“What would you know? You didn’t live through it.”
The words stung more than anything Elizabeth could possibly have ever said. “You’re right. I didn’t,” Sean whispered and turned away. “And if I could have switched places with you I would have. I would have done anything to save you from that.” He sighed. “But what would I know.” He began walking away but Elizabeth’s hand stayed him.
Elizabeth realized her mistake when her last words slipped out her mouth but it was too late to unsay them. Her emotions roiled within her. She shouldn’t have snapped at Sean but at the same time the anger seethed inside her. Her face grew tired and drawn with the internal conflict. “Sean, you’re right. I overreacted. And what I said wasn’t very fair. I know all of you are doing what you can to help. It’s just that, well, it’s so damnably frustrating to know that he’s still out there walking free after what he did to me. There isn’t even any evidence of what he did to me to show the police, so I have to settle with something else. I shouldn’t have to settle.” Her voice heated.
“I know,” Sean replied, his voice just as tired as Elizabeth looked. He held Elizabeth’s hand in his own. “But do you know what? This is the first time that you’re actually confronting the issue and expressing yourself. The sessions with Dr. Henry are helping.”
“I suppose so. If tearing off the heads of friends and lovers is considered an improvement.”
Sean smiled reassuringly. “It’s better than bottling it up inside.” He brushed his lips on her forehead when a realization dawned across his face. “I just thought of something. Maybe we can nail him for something other than money. Get him for being the bastard that he is.”
“What do you mean?”
Sean guided her to the couch and began explaining his plan.
**Chapter 29**
A week passed and Elizabeth decided to drop by Sean’s laboratory to have lunch with him; she had cleared away a good chunk of her work and decided to take the day off. They woke up a little late because she had gotten her fiancé to give her a ‘massage’ the previous night after a strenuous workout at the gym and it had taken a wonderful three hours to ‘work the kinks out’. Come morning, Sean rushed off to class without any thought of lunch or breakfast. However, he was thoughtful enough to give Elizabeth a very thorough good morning kiss before running off. Elizabeth was a lucky woman and she knew it.
There was another reason she was going out to see him. When they were at the college rec center Elizabeth couldn’t help but notice the attention that Sean drew in the new workout clothes. His old baggy t-shirt and sweats were so worn she was forced to buy him new tank tops and shorts. She selected his outfit because it looked good on him but she didn’t consider all of the other girls that might ogle him. His new togs drew furtive glances from the college girls on the treadmills as he worked out, his taut muscles on display for the first time. Elizabeth wasn’t exactly jealous but she did feel a little territorial. She stayed close to him and even gave a little public display of affection, kissing him every now and then. Sean was a little puzzled by all of the attention but nonetheless gladly received the kisses. Elizabeth guessed that if she hadn’t made it so obvious that they were attached, a girl or two would have been brazen enough to approach him. Elizabeth studied her naive fiancé, if he only knew.
Elizabeth’s musings followed her up the elevator and through the corridor to Sean’s lab. She found him at a computer analyzing a spreadsheet. She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a warm squeeze.
“Hey there, handsome.”
“Hi, Denise,” she heard him say; she reflexively recoiled. Sean’s chuckle vibrated his chest as he turned around and gave Elizabeth a playful peck on the nose. “Hello, love.”
Elizabeth bristled for the briefest of moments but she couldn’t help herself, then she laughed with him. “Who is Denise?” she mockingly asked in a stern voice.
Sean nodded towards a windowed door to her left and she saw a fifty-year old woman tapping away at a keyboard. “Professor Deltrun’s wife. She comes in here to help him organize his notes. She’s a sweet lady,” Sean answered. “And has been very devoted to her husband for the past twenty-eight years.”
“Mean trick to play on your fiancé, nonetheless.”
“Ah, you love me anyway,” Sean boasted. Elizabeth demurely smiled and nuzzled in his warm embrace. “So what brings you to my neck of the woods?”
“Well, you were in a bit of a rush this morning.”
“Someone kept me up late last night,” Sean parried.
“So I thought maybe I should take you out to lunch,” Elizabeth continued. “To make up for a lost meal. How’s that sound?”
Sean’s stomach growled. “I think that answer’s your question.”
Elizabeth laughed and dragged him out of the lab.
“You know, I think some of my shirts are disappearing,” Sean commented as they waited for the elevator.
“Really?”
“Would you happen to know what’s happened to them?”
“Maybe.”
“And there seem to be some new shirts in my closet that I’m sure I didn’t buy.”
“Gee, I wonder how that could have happened.”
“Elizabeth.”
“Yes, dear?” She played coy as they stepped into the elevator.
“Spit it out.”
“Okay, so I chucked some of the old stuff. You need new clothes.”
Sean sighed. “Yeah, I know. But you could have consulted me about it.”
“I did. I kept bringing up the point that your clothes were looking a little worn.”
“So you decided to take the initiative and buy me a new wardrobe.” He playfully poked her in the ribs.
“Well, you weren’t doing anything about it.”
“Alright, alright,” Sean capitulated. “You win.”
“That’s right,” Elizabeth quipped. “I always win.”
Sean laughed then tightened his embrace from behind her as he nuzzled her ear. “Really?”
The way his voice caressed the fine hairs of her skin ran a thrill through her. “Yes.”
“You always win?” He slapped the ‘Stop’ button and then ran a hand up to cup her breast and the other down to massage her thigh.
“Of course I do,” she answered a little weakly.
He hummed in her ear, a guttural and primal sound that thrummed her nerves. His left hand aggressively cupped her sex through the crotch of her jeans as he breathed heavily into her ear. “Except when I win, correct?” He punctuated the question with a delicious tweak of her nipple.
Elizabeth gasped at the sensation; her body immediately responded and raced at the attention. “No, I always win.”
Sean nibbled and suckled on the lobe of her ear then licked it. His hands grew more aggressive as he ground into her backside. “I win too. Right?”
He attacked her neck and began rubbing furiously at her crotch. Elizabeth moaned as he slowly worked her up. She panted from his ministrations.
“Right?”
Oh, God. “Yes,” her voice rasped in desire.
Sean’s hands abandoned her and she faintly heard a click as Sean thumbed the elevator console to continue the trip down. “Good,” Sean smiled. “Nice to know that we agree.”
Elizabeth’s mind whirled in a haze of lust and surprise as he moved away from her to push the damn button. She was just about to pounce on him when the doors chimed open to reveal a crowd of students waiting for them to exit. Sean led her off by the hand, a sly grin on his face.
“That was not fair,” Elizabeth growled as they left the curious crowd behind and continued on their way to the parking lot.
“All’s fair in love and war,” Sean snickered. “I’m just happy that we agree that I win from time to time. But do you know what?”
“What?” she mockingly pouted.
His arms snared her waist and brought her in close for a soft, heated kiss. “As long as we’re together we both win.”
They were at a crosswalk opposite the parking lot. A curious student or two watched them out of the corner of their eyes, trying to look yet not appear obvious. One student, however, was not so oblique in her scrutiny. “God, you two,” Cheryl shouted from across the street. “Get a fucking room!”
Elizabeth and Sean tried to avoid any direct eye contact with her as they crossed the street. Cheryl continued to glare at them as they passed her by.
“Bitch.”
Something within Elizabeth snapped and brought Sean up short beside her. “Look here, you little tart,” Elizabeth snarled, her patience evaporated in a haze of red. “Sean valued your friendship, always did, until you threw it in his face. What he does with his heart isn’t your choice; it’s his. He was pretty torn up when you had your little hissy fit at the supermarket. Sean has done everything he could to avoid you, including staying away from his friends. He gave up almost everyone he knew just so that you could have your space. Sean cares about you. You had your shot. But guess what, you passed on him.” Elizabeth lifted her left hand, brandishing her engagement ring. “See this? He proposed to me. What we have is genuine. The least you could do is be happy for him. Instead you’re sulking like a spoiled brat.” Cheryl answered with violence, her hand snapped out and swung at Elizabeth. Sean didn’t have to intervene this time. Elizabeth deftly blocked the strike and tripped her, causing the girl to tumble to the ground. Elizabeth stood over her opponent, her soft brown eyes sad and pitying.
Suddenly her world slid away in a disorienting blur of noise and screaming colors. Asphalt rushed up and slammed into her elbow and hip. The sound of a sickening crunch made her wince, then the screeching of tires echoed across the street. She collected herself and looked up from the pebbled asphalt. She found Cheryl coming to fifteen feet away on the sidewalk as her eyes swept across the distance she had traveled. Where was Sean? Her head swiveled left and right, her mind trying to piece together the sudden chaos. Elizabeth followed the rapid tire streaks that skidded over the crossing pad and onto the street.
Oh, God.
Elizabeth scrambled twenty feet on the black road, her limp arms and knees barely supporting her over the distance. Her body collapsed as she fell beside the still form lying on the road. Oh God, Sean. Tears streaked her face as she frantically searched his bloody body for signs of life. His loose wrist held a weak pulse and Elizabeth shuddered with hope. Her heart raced as she tore out her cell phone from her purse and dialed 911. The operator calmly received Elizabeth’s frantic plea and stayed on the line with her. The voice did little for her as she knelt beside Sean and watched his still features pale.
A crowd began to gather but Elizabeth ignored them. Students and faculty stood by and watched the tragic scene as Elizabeth wept and shuddered beside her lover until the ambulance arrived. They managed to get her into a car. By the time she arrived at the hospital her mind was numb with terror and grief. Elizabeth sat silently for a short time as a nurse tended to her minor scrapes and bruises. When she began to focus again she discovered herself in a sterile hall with a squeaky linoleum floor and cold light beaming down. The distraught woman looked around and found Derrick sitting beside her. She turned to face him but no words would come out.
Derrick registered the movement and looked at her. “Hi.”
Elizabeth didn’t say anything; she couldn’t out of fear that her voice would betray the truth of reality against the false hope that this was nothing more than a bad dream. A white coat approached them and Elizabeth cringed in apprehension. Derrick’s hand gripped hers.
Doctor Lander introduced herself and spoke to them about Sean’s condition. Things looked bad, very bad. He was being operated on as they spoke. He had four broken ribs, a punctured lung, a cracked hip, a fractured ulna, and pressure in the cranial vault. It was the latter that everyone was worried about. The doctors would be able to relieve the pressure in his skull but were unsure how much damage was done. An expert was being flown in to manage the situation but it was too early to know the extent of Sean’s condition.
Elizabeth took the information stoically and thanked the doctor for telling them. She found her purse beside her and fished out her cell. Eric was at his apartment, as always, and answered the phone. Elizabeth’s flat voice explained what had happened and asked him to tell Vanessa. He said he would and told her he was on his way. Elizabeth thanked him and hung up.
Derrick stood up and greeted a stranger at the door followed by three others. One by one, others filed in. By the time Eric showed up the room was near full with twenty-somethings. “Who are all these kids?” Eric asked when he found a seat by Elizabeth.
“I’m not sure.”
“Maybe his college friends?”
“Sean said he didn’t really have any.”
“That’s something Sean would say, all right,” Derrick remarked as he crouched in front of the two friends.
“Who are all these people?” Elizabeth finally managed to ask. “Friends of yours?”
“Mine, no,” Derrick grinned. “Sean’s.”
“Sean’s?”
“Didn’t know he was a popular fellow on campus, did you? Neither did any of these people, nor did Sean for that matter. Sean’s helped out every single one of these people but he never hung out long enough for them to thank him. Most of the time he just disappeared on them outright. Half these people had to seek out Sean on their own. I’ve been floating around hearing stories about him. See that guy?” Derrick gestured to a tall black man. “Sean pulled him out of a pool when he got too drunk at a frat party then gave him mouth to mouth.” He pointed to a voluptuous brunette. “That girl over there? She choked on a hot dog and Sean did the Heimlich maneuver. Turns out he even saved one or two girls from a mugging. More than half these people don’t even know each other; they just know Sean. When word spread about the accident everyone started popping up.”
Elizabeth sat, dumbfounded. She tried taking it all in, all of the people. “Sean never mentioned anything like this to me. I never knew.”
“Neither did I,” Derrick echoed. “Not until they all showed up that is. They’ve been talking to each other, sharing stories about how he helped them. They’re all a little curious about you and Eric but I thought it would be a little better if you had some peace before they all rushed over here.” Derrick nodded at her ring. “Being Sean’s fiancée would make you a bit of a celebrity.”
Elizabeth was overwhelmed by all of the people. Eric, also astounded by the mob, simply held Elizabeth’s shoulder. A distraught looking Vanessa barreled into the room and steered her way to Eric and Elizabeth, the whole time wondering what all the people were doing there.
The redhead gave Elizabeth a hug and sat down beside her when Derrick gave up his seat. She asked what was going on and her friends filled her in. When Vanessa learned about all the people she was amazed. “Wouldn’t put it past him,” she commented with a smirk. Eventually a nurse came into the room and told everyone but immediate family to clear out. There were a few complaints but everyone did as they were told except for the two women and Eric. A few members of the crowd raised eyebrows at the three who stayed but kept their curiosity to themselves as they filed out.
“Wow,” Elizabeth commented. The others nodded their heads in agreement; the large showing comforted Elizabeth. With her hopes bolstered, Elizabeth sat and waited for her love to get better. She smiled sadly. There was a theme from ‘The Count of Monte Cristo’, a book that she and Sean both loved. ‘Wait and hope.’
Wait and hope.
**Chapter 30**
He was falling. Panic seized him in an iron grip as he plummeted for what seemed like forever. He shouted out into the darkness surrounding him. Falling, falling. Black wind whipped his hair as he fell. His stomach felt like it was trying to climb out of his throat. He looked about for the floor that would destroy him but the darkness was so absolute that it was a futile gesture.
He continued to fall.
Slowly, Sean began to master his fear. He was falling forever. There was no floor for his impact, no end to his descent. When he thought about it some more, it was more like flying than falling. Sean floated in the eternal fall.
There was something else here with him. He could feel it, a shadow amongst shadows. It was blacker than darkness, this thing that followed him in the abyss, gliding on silent winds. Sean cast his eyes about and searched for the dark terror and nightmare that crept about the corner of his vision. He knew what it was. He was too familiar with it to ever forget that feeling.
A great light blazed above, throwing warm beams down below and giving depth to Sean’s surroundings. There it was, its black silhouette now on display in the light as Sean felt himself drift up. A great winged terror with terrible eyes and a piercing beak. Its feathers darkly glimmered in the light. The Raven.
The feathered beast beat its huge wings, spanning twenty feet from wingtip to wingtip, and buffeted him with winds that forced him up into the light. So, it has finally come to claim me, Sean thought. He looked up. It was so beautiful, the light. Distantly he could hear a beautiful song caressing his ears as he neared it, beckoning and promising a release from his worries. In the light a pair of shadows stepped forward. Sean looked.
Sean was stunned by the sight of his mother and father greeting him. They gestured for him to come with open arms. Tears streamed down Sean’s cheeks. It had been so long since he had seen them. He reached out and floated towards them of his own volition. He remembered the proud look on his father’s face as it beamed at him now. His mother looked down as well. Sean was saddened that he could not remember her face, so long had it been. But he remembered her warmth when he was cradled in her arms. He felt that now, the light holding him and bringing him to them. Bringing him home.
A fierce cry pierced the silence from below. Sean looked down and saw another bird racing towards him. It was as beautiful as the Raven was terrible. Bright flames blazed over its golden plumage, a creature of fire and passion. It shrieked again, challengingly. The Raven cried out and positioned itself between the Phoenix and him. The two birds collided, a flurry of flapping wings and shrill cries echoed through the cavernous space as the battle was joined. Beaks and claws slashed the air, sending feathers flying about. Sean watched the crazed battle, confused. He looked up again as his parents waved for him to join them, pleading. He drifted up and the flaming bird below shrieked again. His attention was split between his parents above and the battling birds below. Sean was familiar with the Raven; it had been with him for many years. It kept him company in his years of loneliness. Sean looked to his parents. If he joined them he wouldn’t be alone anymore. The light beckoned.
For Sean the Phoenix was a recent development. He knew there was something more to it. Her? Sean shook his head. Why didn’t he remember what the Phoenix was? Or who? The birds clawed one another and beat upon each other with broad wings of flame and shadow. In an exultant cry the Phoenix broke free and hurled the Raven into the darkness and rushed towards Sean. Who was she? Who? Sean felt he should know the answer but his mind was muddled and confused. He strained with all his might to bring back the name. Her voice broke the distorting shrill cry of the bird, calling his name. Sean!
That voice…Elizabeth? Was that her name? Elizabeth! Memories of tender and joyous moments flooded into his mind and he staggered before the deluge. The bright Phoenix changed before his eyes, melting into his Love’s familiar shape. Stay with me! She called out to him, her liquid brown eyes reached out. Don’t leave me!
Leave her? Why would he do that? Sean reached out to her, his Love. A pair of voices called out his name from above. His parents. Torn, Sean stood between his choices, indecisive. Farther below the Raven roared in fury as it raced towards them. Harsh winds whipped at him, forcing Sean to drift higher.
Warm hands touched him, loving and tender. His parents smiled at him and Sean felt at peace. A tranquility he had never known flowed into him. They loved him, he felt them say, but now wasn’t his time. He needed to go back. Go back. But why? It was so peaceful here. His parents placed their hands on his back and pushed, taking away his choice. Elizabeth awaited him. That was why he couldn’t join his parents yet. They loved him and they wanted him to be happy. They wanted him to be with Elizabeth. Sean wept as his parents drifted further and further from him. Goodbye.
Elizabeth.
Sean turned for her. Invisible winds pulled at him, trying to drag him back into the light, but he fought on. Inch by difficult inch he struggled to reach her, his beloved. Elizabeth, too, stretched out her arms, fighting for his touch. The Raven shrieked in fury as its ebony wings beat at the air. She wasn’t far now but neither was the Raven as it closed on them. Every succeeding inch became more and more difficult to attain as he pushed forward. Sean strained until he could feel his sinews stretch and pop.
Just…inches…away…
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Elizabeth was too stunned to react. He shouldn’t be here, she thought as she stared down the barrel of his gun. She couldn’t move. If she did, and he fired, then Sean could get hit. Elizabeth stood her ground as she held onto the bed rail for support.
“Thought I’d left, didn’t you, bitch?” Charles sneered. The door was locked securely behind him as he grinned maliciously at her. “Cute trick with the Feds. They were all over the place but I wasn’t even in town. Most of my money was frozen but they couldn’t touch my offshore accounts. Got to love the Swiss, eh? I thought I’d get a little payback for sending the Feds on my case so I decided to take a little trip to your boyfriend’s university. Too bad I didn’t finish him off when I whacked him with the car, you too for that matter. Oh, well.” Charles raised his weapon and leveled it at her. “At least it made finding you that much easier.”
Within, Elizabeth shuddered. Sean’s plan had worked, too well it would seem. They left behind enough clues to let Charles know that it was they. He would come after them. They hoped that Charles would surface and when he did, the authorities could bust him for attempted murder. Elizabeth never thought that Charles would go through with it himself though; he always hired other people to do his dirty work. But now here he was and Elizabeth was too stunned to react. She had expected Sean to be with her when she finally faced Charles down, he always had been nearby ever since they found each other. But now, Elizabeth felt very naked and vulnerable.
“What? Nothing snide to say this time, Elizabeth? Your poor boyfriend too broken to rescue you?” His eyes glinted madly as he laughed. “You always were weak. That’s what made tying your legs open so much fun. You made it so easy.”
Painful memories surged to the forefront and Elizabeth was shaken out of her inaction. Those memories burned away in an all-consuming hatred for the man who stood before her. She remembered every humiliating and degrading second of those tortuous two years where she suffered at her ex-husbands hands. And now this, her fiancé battered into a month long coma from which the doctors were now beginning to think he would never pull out. Blood pounded in her head as Elizabeth’s eyes grew flinty and cold. Anger surged through her veins as the woman sprang into action.
Her actions were quick and her motions instinctively decisive from all the training Sean put her through. Elizabeth feinted quickly to her left, then her right and charged in, closing the short distance easily as Charles first fought back the surprise of her sudden movement and then tracked her with his gun. But he was too slow and Elizabeth far too quick, her speed fueled with ingrained fear turned hatred. She deftly ducked as the pistol thundered in the confined room, nearly deafening her from the close quarters. She charged forward anyways ignoring the ringing in her ears. A swift kick knocked his hand aside but it wasn’t enough to dislodge the gun from his hand. No matter, it perfectly set him up when he brought his arm back around again to shoot her. Charles’ arm gave a sickening crunch as Elizabeth followed through using his momentum and her own power as his elbow snapped at a backwards angle. He howled in pain and dropped his weapon but Elizabeth’s fury demanded more. Her elbow swung in tight and close and a solid crack was heard as a rib gave way. Another twist of her arms and Elizabeth tore his arm back around again, extracting another delicious cry in pain.
Lost in the bloodlust, Elizabeth rained blow after furious blow down upon her tormentor. How many nights had his laughter caused her to cringe in fear? How many nightmares of terrible rape destroyed her sanity? How many times did she have to remember the feeling of a tiny unborn life die inside of her? How many? Charles tilted back and fell over as much from surprise as pain. Elizabeth swung her knee up and hit him solidly between the legs. Charles was unconscious from the pain of his testicles rupturing even before he hit the floor.
And now justice, Elizabeth thought as she raised her bloody fist for one final blow. Elizabeth lunged, her wrath seeking completion of justice.
Slap!
Elizabeth’s arm froze in the air as an iron grip held her. She struggled with what restrained her, the maddening fighting frenzy held at bay. “Elizabeth, no,” his whisper cut through the haze like a blade through cobwebs.
“Sean?”
Elizabeth’s breath caught as her eyes widened at the thin voice. Slowly, she turned around, the unconscious man at her feet already forgotten. Sean knelt beside her, his pale body a tangle of wires and tubes that ran around him. She stared at him, her mind scrabbling to catch up with the situation. His tired eyes burned with fierce determination to stay her hand. Elizabeth relaxed her arm and he loosened his grip. Her mind crumbled as she pivoted her body around and fell into his arms on the thinly carpeted floor. “Sean? You’re awake.” Tears streamed freely down her cheeks as she cried hysterically. The past five minutes had been too much for her. First Charles furious and now Sean awake, holding her in his familiar arms.
There was a pounding at the door. The doorknob jangled as someone unlocked it with a set of keys. A nurse and a pair of orderlies stormed into the place followed by Dr. Lander. They stood shocked at the scene. The EKG and IV bag were lying on the floor, pulled down when Sean arose. There was an unconscious man lying broken at their feet. A patient who had been comatose for the past month was now wide awake and holding his fiancé in his arms. Dr. Lander ordered the nurse to get more help and then quickly began inspecting the large stranger lying on the floor while questioning Elizabeth and Sean. The two orderlies and a couple more recently arrived nurses helped Sean back into bed, since he was in no shape to walk, and then set the fallen equipment upright.
A shell-shocked Elizabeth was led out of the room. She waited in the visitor’s hall by herself until a police officer came and asked her questions. After two cups of coffee Elizabeth had calmed down enough to tell him what had happened, anxious to get it out of the way so she could see Sean. A nurse finally came and asked if Elizabeth could go to Sean. They were having a hard time getting him to rest because he kept asking for his fiancé. The officer nodded and said that he had enough information and that she could go.
Relieved, Elizabeth rushed off to Sean’s bedside. He was sitting up, arguing with Dr. Lander as she was about to administer some sedatives into his IV to calm him down. Elizabeth smiled. He was just as stubborn as ever. Elizabeth was in his arms in less than a heart beat. God, it felt so good to have him back.
They broke the embrace and had a good look at one another. “Gods, Elizabeth,” Sean smiled at her playfully. “You look horrible. First chance I get to see you and you’re a mess.” He brushed a stray lock of her hair aside. “But you’re still beautiful.” Elizabeth was pulled in and her lips mashed against his. His hot breath snaked down her throat and Elizabeth felt him moan with her as they embraced. Elizabeth felt herself flush as they held the kiss a moment longer and then looked lovingly at one another.
“I could say the same for you,” Elizabeth jibed. “You have a month’s worth of morning breath and you dare to kiss me? Tsk-tsk. I thought I trained you better than that.”
“A month?” Elizabeth watched the play of emotions roll across his face as he processed that bit of information. “I’ve been out for a month? Whoa.”
“Please dear, I just commented on your breath,” Elizabeth joked, trying to lighten the mood.
Sean looked up at her. “Our wedding! Elizabeth, I’m so sorry. I’ve ruined the scheduling. And then there’s…”
“Shh…” Elizabeth calmed him. “It’s okay. I’m just happy that you’re up.” She hid her tired look. She had been so afraid he was never going to wake up. The past month was emotionally taxing. Elizabeth had to return to work after waiting a week by his bedside. There were several accounts that had piled up over the seven days she spent by his side. She nearly broke down from everything that had happened including having to cancel all of the wedding arrangements. She returned to Sean’s side every evening after work. She had lost weight from the worry and the stress and now her face now ashen and drawn. Vanessa and Eric did all they could to help her, but there really wasn’t anything they could do for Sean. She had spent their one year anniversary alone at Sean’s bedside weeping.
“Hey, could you do me a favor?” Sean asked and Elizabeth nodded. “I miss sleeping with you in bed.”
Elizabeth smiled warmly at the idea and eagerly climbed in with him. She curled up in the loving crook of his arms and nearly began crying again. She breathed deeply and the smell of hospital fabric and stale sweat assailed her nose. But beneath all of that was Sean’s unmistakable scent, a warm and lingering aroma that calmed her nerves. She sighed.
Shortly after that, a police officer entered the room to a few questions about the incident with Charles. Elizabeth reluctantly abandoned her fiancé’s bed and left the room to answer the officer’s questions for the next half hour. By the time Elizabeth finished answering questions she was exhausted and Sean was soundly asleep in his hospital bed. She quietly closed the door behind her and climbed into bed with Sean. Sleep claimed her quickly.
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Sean tried to be discreet about it but five minutes into his meal Elizabeth yawned and opened her eyes, the smell of breakfast having awakened her. He greeted her with a smile, gave her a peck on the forehead and then took another bite of his toast. “Morning, beautiful.”
Elizabeth looked up at him with those warm liquid brown eyes and smiled. She rested her head on his chest and snatched a triangle of toast off the steaming tray. Sean gave her shoulders a comforting squeeze and resumed his meal in silence as his fiancée nibbled on his breakfast. “No pizza?” she finally commented.
“Nah, I’m not going to let hospital food mar the memory of my favorite meal. Besides, I think I need something a little more bland before I can work my stomach up to handle that yet.”
“You mean Dr. Lander won’t let you have any,” she prodded.
“Yes,” he answered dryly then laughed. “There’s no way to fib around you.”
“You just remember that when some young slip of a girl tries to put the moves on you.”
He laughed. “You and I both know that won’t happen.”
Elizabeth sat up in bed and looked at him. “Sean, before you met me what did you do in your spare time? I mean, besides studying and working and all the usual things.”
Sean sat, puzzled. “What do you mean?”
“Well, when word of the accident spread…”
“It wasn’t an accident,” Sean cut in.
“Don’t be difficult right now,” Elizabeth chided him and continued. “When you were hurt word spread and a lot of people showed up at the hospital. A lot of college students. All claiming that you rescued them at one point or another. Do you know what I’m talking about?”
Sean knew exactly what she was talking about. “Yes, I used to go on long walks around campus and ran into people that needed help. I helped them out, that’s all.”
“That’s all?” Elizabeth chuckled. “Sean, you selfless bastard, you saved their lives.”
“Yeah, well...” Sean tried to evade the inquiry. He never took compliments very well. They always made him feel self conscious and awkward. But from the determined look in Elizabeth’s eyes he knew he couldn’t just avoid the question and move on. “Okay, so I helped them out. They’re alive and that’s all that matters.”
“Sean, do you realize there are at least four girls out there that have been mooning over you ever since you popped into their lives?”
“Popped in? ‘Liz, I never even hung around long enough for them to figure out who I was.”
“Regardless, they were determined enough to find you and have been trying since forever to screw up enough courage to talk to you. Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a knight in shining armor in this day and age? When they found out the story behind us they started kicking themselves for not introducing themselves to you. After they met each other...”
“They met each other?”
“Yes, when every one came to see you. The girls met and were about to claw each other to ribbons over you when they found out about your numerous other exploits. I had to step in and show them you were engaged, to me. One or two of them still thought they could win you from me.”
“Fat chance of that happening,” Sean remarked.
Elizabeth sighed. “You are horribly loyal and I love it.”
“Well, we are getting married for a reason.”
“We are, aren’t we?”
“Yes, we are. Slightly postponed but still getting married.”
Just then there was a knocking at the door. A tall figure entered the room and introduced himself as Detective Albreck. He was a plain, unassuming looking man dressed in slacks and a slightly rumpled dress shirt and simple blue tie. He said he was investigating Charles’ financial case. They were a bit frustrated after he disappeared on them soon after they raided his house for hard evidence. He basically disappeared after they found that he hopped on a plane to Guatemala. It turned out the plane trip was a ruse so that he could hunt down Sean and Elizabeth. He showed up at the hospital last night and sweet talked his way past a nurse and found his way to Sean’s room. Needless to say she was being questioned as well and would most likely lose her job.
“Mr. Lee, do you know exactly what Mr. Talworth is being charged with?”
“Um, besides attempting to murder Elizabeth and I just last night?” Albreck nodded. “Some money laundering and tax evasion as far as I know.”
“Try drug trafficking.”
“What?”
“Yeah, we found about five kilos of cocaine in a wall safe at his estate. That coupled with everything else you mentioned should put this scumbag behind bars for a good long time. I expect you and Miss Richards will be in court to testify?”
“Most definitely.”
“Good, because sticking guys like him behind bars is what I live for,” the detective said as he made his way out of the room.
Sean nodded. Good, it looked like this chapter of Elizabeth’s life seemed to be close to an end. And not too soon either, Sean thought. He knew when Elizabeth was about to kill Charles. Granted, he probably deserved it but it wasn’t their place to decide. It was for reasons like last night that Sean had been so reluctant to teach Elizabeth anything in the first place. He too had been very close to that precipice. He wondered, though, if Elizabeth was the least bit disturbed by her own actions the other night.
“I could have killed him. He would have died and that would have been the end of it. No need for a judge or the court process. Swift justice,” Sean heard Elizabeth think aloud as the door closed. “I could have killed him and there would have been no coming back. Would there?”
Sean sighed. “No, there wouldn’t have been. Once you take that first step, there’s no coming back,” Sean replied and gave her tense shoulders a comforting squeeze. “I’ve been worried since the beginning that you would take that step. It’s why I didn’t want to teach you in the first place. The knowledge I gave you can kill. You see; killing is the easy part. The hard path is allowing things to live. Even people like Charles. You can’t be judge, jury, and executioner. That isn’t justice. That’s revenge.”
“Justice or revenge, I just wanted him out of my life.”
Sean spun her around and looked at her sternly. “No, do not mistake the two. If you had killed him his blood would have been on your hands. His death would gnaw at you, change you.”
“I don’t think it would.”
“Believe me, it would have. I’ve seen it before. Killing takes something out of you, something you can’t get back. Your soul would be stained. Linger not on that train of thought. With the knowledge you possess, killing him would not have been self-defense. It would have been murder. That’s why killing is wrong, it’s too easy. You step over that bridge and it will burn before you can even think to step back.”
“But with all his money and lawyers…”
“They still won’t be able to refute the simple truth that he tried to kill you last night. You don’t bring a gun into a hospital for visiting reasons. Trust the system. Charles will be put away for a long time. He’s not going to bother us any longer.”
Elizabeth sighed and rested her head on his chest. “We still have to go to court.”
“Then we’ll nail him in court for the bastard he is,” Sean replied. “Vanessa and the lawyers she found for us can walk us through the legal process. We’ll get him; don’t worry about Charles. Let’s worry about getting our wedding plans back on track.”
“Not until you get better. You’re going to have a busy schedule doing physical therapy. You have been stuck in bed for the last month.”
“I should be fine,” Sean fended. “A few days of jogging and some exercise and I’ll be fine.”
“We’ll see,” Elizabeth challenged.
**Chapter 31**
Sean eased himself into his own soft bed after finally returning from the hospital. It was good to be back. The doctor kept him for another week for observation but was finally satisfied that he was doing fine. Sean tested out his stiff shoulder. Physical therapy was tough. After laying in bed for over a month his muscles had become lax and soft. He had also lost some weight. Well, Sean always did think he could stand to be a tad lighter.
He looked out the window hanging over his bed. It was a bright, sunny day, the kind of weather for a picnic. Charles won’t be in any shape to enjoy one Sean thought. Elizabeth had given her ex-husband a multiple compound fracture in his right arm as well as a broken a rib. The crowning achievement though was her final blow. She had ruptured and irreparably destroyed one of his testicles when she kneed him in the groin. Even thinking about it now, Sean could not help but shudder. As soon as the hospital was able to patch him up, the authorities immediately rained down on him and sent him to jail without bail. It would be another six months until his trial. It looked as if Sean and Elizabeth wouldn’t have to worry about him for a long time to come so they could concern themselves with other important things, like wedding plans.
Sean had expected Elizabeth to revive their wedding plans and coordinate things with Vanessa as soon as Dr. Lander gave the thumbs up. Instead, his fiancée was rather quiet and introspective. She simply held on to him every chance she could get to make sure that he was fine. She loomed over him like brooding mother hawk every moment they had together. The only reason she wasn’t with him now was because she had to go to work. Getting her out the door was difficult in itself; however, Sean had business of his own to take care of. He would get to it after he had a little nap; he was exhausted.
His nap didn’t last long. There were many things that he had planned for the day and he intended to take care of them promptly. He made a number of phone calls, many to concerned friends and coworkers. Eric was at Vanessa’s apartment, as expected, and was glad to hear that Sean was up and about. Derrick, too, was home. There was much to talk about. Cheryl had filed for a transfer and would most likely be attending a different college. She blamed herself for Sean’s injury and decided it best that she exit his life. Sean didn’t remember exactly what had happened but Derrick said that Sean had shoved Elizabeth aside from the oncoming car and had picked up and thrown Cheryl. The time it took to save both women gave Charles the time to hit him with his car. Sean thought about that for a moment. Yes, if he were made to make the same decision again he would not have done it any different. To him there would have been no other course of action.
With the phone calls taken care of, Sean slowly got out of bed, dressed, grabbed his cane, and awaited Elizabeth’s return. She came directly home as soon as work was finished, as Sean knew she would. He noticed how her face was drawn and tired from the strain of the past week coupled with the pressures caused by a workload long neglected. But as soon as she opened the door Sean watched all of the chronic worry lines and creases melt into wonderment.
Sean had drawn the shades closed so the low summer sun didn’t enter the living room. Instead, the place was aglow with hundreds of tall white candles prancing atop their wicks. The couches had been moved aside and the dining table was heavily laden with silver domed trays atop a simple white tablecloth.
“Sean,” she whispered, but too astounded by the transformed room to say much else.
“Happy anniversary, ‘Liz.”
She dissolved in his arms and wept. She clung to him tightly as a month’s worth of strain and fear drained out of her. Sean could only imagine how hard it had been for her, as he lay comatose for the past four weeks. He cooed soft words in his lover’s ear and held her to him, doing what he could to blanket her with his strength and love. Finally, her sobs tapered off and her ragged breathing returned to normal. Sean looked down at Elizabeth and she smiled up at him.
“You are a remarkable person, Sean,” she remarked. “But you’re a little late.”
“Yeah well, I couldn’t help sleeping on the job for a spell. Sorry.”
“No apologies.”
Sean smiled at her and kissed her gently on the lips. “No apologies.”
Elizabeth looked about the room once more and commented on his impromptu redecorating. “Sean, you’re certainly in no shape to be moving the furniture,” she lightly chided.
“No kidding,” he replied. “That’s why I paid the caterers to do everything for me.” He flashed her a smile. “I set up all the candles, though. Now, how about some dinner?” Sean seated her at the table and opened the platters with a flourish.
“Oh, you’ve really outdone yourself this time, Sean,” Elizabeth lauded as her nose and eyes feasted on the meal before her. “All of my favorites. Chicken parmesan, Caesar salad, and quiche.”
“The tiramisu and cheesecake are in the refrigerator,” Sean added.
“Have I mentioned that I love you?”
Sean mimed as if he were thinking hard on the question. “Hmm, I think you might have mentioned something along those lines.”
Elizabeth reached over and pulled Sean in for a heart-bursting kiss. “Consider yourself thoroughly informed.”
“Hmm, I may need a reminder every once in a while.”
“Careful what you wish for.”
“Or I just might get it?” he grinned lasciviously at her. “I certainly hope so.”
“My, my,” Elizabeth teased. “Aren’t we in a playful mood?”
“I may not have been conscious for the past month but my body certainly knows that it’s been a long time from between your legs.”
Elizabeth smiled at him and licked her lips suggestively. “We could always skip the main course and move on to dessert.”
“Sorry, I simply wasn’t raised that way.”
“Your loss,” Elizabeth commented. “Because unlike you I was awake while you were asleep. And I have been conscious of every second I itched to have you in me.”
The playful banter was certainly getting out of hand and if it went any further Sean would be very tempted to throw this woman over his shoulder and carry her off to bed. Even now he was rigid in his pants. He shifted slightly in his seat to ease the tension. If Elizabeth noticed she made no sign of it. Sean sighed both with relief and a bit of regret as he poured out the wine. He really did want tonight to be special but at the same time he could hardly control his urges. Perhaps he shouldn’t have had that ginseng tea earlier in the afternoon.
Dinner was pleasant as they amicably chatted about mundane things. Sean always thought that that was a sign of a good working relationship, when the seemingly mundane things in their lives could sustain the interest of two mates. All dinner long they touched hands affectionately and looked at one another across candlelight as they talked. The glow of the apartment lent an alluring glow to Elizabeth’s face and Sean said as much to her, earning him a blushing smile.
He found the remote in his pant pocket and thumbed the button; soft jazz crooned slowly from the speakers of his prized stereo system. “May I have this dance?” Sean asked as he stood up, mustering all his strength to stand up without the aid of his cane. His left hip flared in complaint but Sean bolted the smile to his face and ignored the pain. He raised his hand invitingly.
The surprised smile on Elizabeth’s face made it all worthwhile. “I’d be delighted.”
Sean faltered for the briefest of moments as he circled the table to her but Elizabeth met him half way and supported him as they walked to the cleared center of the living room. They swayed gently to the music, nothing fancy; they were just holding on to one another as they reveled in their closeness. Forgotten were the memories of the recent past. Forgotten was the sharp stabbing in his hip. Just the wonderful woman whose warm breath caressed the bob of his throat and the silken black hair that cascaded down his chest.
They stopped rocking to the flowing music and held one another, the tune and dance forgotten along with everything else. Time slowed to a standstill and Sean nudged Elizabeth’s face to his. The kiss was gentle and warm, just like her. She parted his lips with her tongue probed tentatively and then pressed more boldly as longing memory flared like a birthing star. Sean exhaled through his nose and drew her in with aching arms. He felt her fingers clutch at his back and he tightened his embrace.
Elizabeth’s hands slid down and tugged urgently at his shirt. Sean let go of her and placed his hands calmly on hers. There was no need to rush. Well, maybe there was. But going slow would make it just that much better. Sean helped unbutton his shirt and shrugged it off then began working on Elizabeth’s own white dress shirt. He kissed every exposed inch as he went along, pausing to nibble and lick along the length of the valley between her breasts. It was Elizabeth’s turn to take off her shirt and Sean delighted at the view of her heaving breasts as she inhaled deeply with her desire. The simple bra was quickly discarded and left on the floor with the rest of their clothes. Immediately Sean covered her nipples with his mouth and relished in the pebbly texture as they hardened further in his mouth.
Elizabeth’s fingers twined in his hair and pulled him in harder to her long neglected breasts and moaned with need. Sean took his time as he ran his tongue over the hard nubbin in his mouth and sucked gently. Old instincts surged within him and he attempted to lift Elizabeth in his arms and carry her off to bed. Instead a searing spike of pain lanced through his hip and he was forced to put her back down with a grunt.
“Are you okay?” Elizabeth looked down at him, concern etched into her face.
Sean suppressed his grimace and put his best face on. “I’m okay. Either my hip still needs recuperating or you’re getting fat.”
“You’re hip still needs recuperating,” Elizabeth growled, daring him to say something.
Sean was smart enough to keep his mouth shut but he did smirk.
They chuckled warmly at one another. Elizabeth gave him a peck on the cheek and sauntered out of his reach with an extra sway to her hips. Sean took the hint and slowly chased after her. He rounded the corner and paused at the entrance to his bedroom to marvel at his lover’s delicious curves from behind as she unzipped her skirt and slid it over her hips. Elizabeth looked over her shoulder and arched her left eyebrow seductively. She hooked her thumbs inside her panties and slowly bent over and slid them to the floor. Sean’s member throbbed approvingly in his boxers and he undid the belt and waist of his pants to help relieve the pressure. He unzipped and shucked his pants and boxers as one. He dropped them to the floor and kicked them aside with his good left leg to send the useless clothing to the corner.
Sean strode up to the enchanting woman and looked deeply in her warm brown eyes. He kissed her. Their lips touched like the thousands of other times before. But it still felt new and exciting. His blood quickened and lit on fire as he reached out with one hand and caressed her cheek, her neck, and a breast. His other arm snaked about her waist and stroked the small of her back. Desire caused his hand to drift lower and cup her smooth bottom. He felt her leg raise and curl around his thigh, causing her damp sex to drool on his thigh. In reply, Sean’s member quivered in anticipation as it contacted her taut belly. He felt Elizabeth’s small hands roam over his body, gliding over his chest and stomach. They weren’t as firm or as toned as before but Elizabeth still moaned appreciatively. Her hands continued to explore his abdomen then continued further down. She grasped him firmly in her dainty hand and gave him a gentle pump and a squeeze. Elizabeth stepped back and tugged Sean along as she lay back on the bed.
That was the end of the foreplay. Elizabeth guided him into her and sighed in satisfaction as he slowly slid all the way in. Sean took a deep breath so as to not risk losing it. She felt so wonderfully hot and wet wrapped around him. After regaining some control, Sean sawed in and out of her steadily. Unfortunately the position and repetitive motion had caused his hip to sing out again and he had to stop and rest inside of her for a moment for the pain to recede. Elizabeth looked at him worriedly for a moment then smiled as she hooked her legs around him and turned him over onto his back. She straddled him and rocked back and forth on his hardness. Sean sighed contentedly as the tension was relieved in his right hip and he lay back to enjoy the sensations that washed over him. He used the respite to snatch the other pillow and prop his head up a little better so he could reach up and play with Elizabeth’s wonderful breasts. She bit her lower lip in pleasure and sped up her rhythm. She forced him into her with abandon and soon worked up a thin sheen of sweat across her body.
Sean continued to massage and gently pinch her nipples as he watched the erotic play before him. She was now pounding at him ferociously as incoherent growls escaped her clenched teeth until, with one final convulsive push, her body went rigid while internally she undulated wildly. His cock twitched with the wonderful milking sensations until he too succumbed to a heavenly release. He poured into her and felt Elizabeth shudder again until she collapsed atop him. Her legs gripped him and seemed to try to squeeze every drop from him by sheer force. He complied and emptied himself with several heavy jerks.
They lay sweat soaked and panting for several moments before Sean could manage to shift his head to gently nibble on her ear lobe. The hazy brain cloud that always descended on him after a session of good sex began to settle on him but he willed it aside and kept busy by caressing the delicious body enfolding him. She stirred slightly from his attention and began kissing his neck. Sean almost slipped out of her as he softened but Elizabeth shifted closer and squeezed those wonderful internal muscles of hers and held him inside.
“I’ve been without it for too long,” Elizabeth mumbled tiredly. “No way am I going to let it go now.”
Sean chuckled at her…tenacity and slowly began to harden again from the feeling of her sensational grip. He rocked his hips slightly and soon was at full attention. “I too miss being where it’s nice and cozy. I think I’ll stay for a bit.”
“You’d better,” she moaned slightly as he flexed his member inside her. She began pumping her hips slowly and again gave him a heart-lurching squeeze.
Sean gasped from the wonderful sensation. “Gods, ‘Liz. I just got out of the hospital. No need to give me a heart attack and send me back.” She answered with a sultry laugh and ground her hips to his.
They made love one more time before Sean collapsed in exhaustion. The morning’s physical rehab coupled with the busy day planning for the evening had drained most of his energy. His midmorning nap did little to refresh him. Elizabeth delightfully consumed the last of him in an orgasmic tour de force. Sean slept with a wide grin on his face.
**Chapter 32**
Sean woke up groggily early in the morning to Elizabeth twirling his hair playfully with an idle finger. He gave an exaggerated yawn, sat up and wrapped an arm around her shoulders and in the process managed to get her teasing finger out of his gigantic cowlick. They snuggled for several moments in the perfect silence of the morning, which was broken only by the occasional twittering of a solitary bird. Sean savored the sensation of her naked body curled up against him as a connoisseur would savor wine.
Elizabeth broke the perfect moment and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before getting out of bed to perform her morning ablutions. Sean cried out as the cold morning air rushed in to fill Elizabeth’s void beside him. He closed his eyes and counted to ten before slipping out of bed himself. He played around with her hair and tickled her as she brushed her teeth. She specked the mirror with paste, turned and gave him a sharp swat on his behind for his molestation as he ran to start the shower.
Sean was forced into the cold spray from behind and shouted in surprise as Elizabeth giggled and taunted him. She eventually joined him once the water heated up to her liking and they had a delightful time washing one another. The two spent a wonderfully idyllic morning together sharing breakfast and chatting before sadly separating when Elizabeth had to rush off to work. Conversely Sean had a free schedule. The day before was the last day of physical therapy and he had a small bottle of painkillers handy in case his hip hurt him too much. Tomorrow he would get back to work and see if it were possible to complete his classes for the quarter. But today was all his.
He wondered momentarily what he should do. He decided on something that he hadn’t done in the longest time since he met Elizabeth. Sean walked into the weapons room and looked at the walls.
\*\*\*
Elizabeth slipped into the apartment quietly. Work was relatively quiet and she found it difficult to distance herself from what had been frightfully occupying her mind. She dropped her purse on the dining table and padded into the bedroom. Sean was asleep. She smiled sadly at his peaceful slumber. He was such a wonderful man. Elizabeth wondered what she had done to deserve him. Then she considered the things of everything that she had done to deserve him. She sat on the edge of the bed and stroked his soft hair. Sean roused at her gentle touch and looked up at her.
“Hey there, Beautiful.”
“Hey there yourself, Handsome,” she answered and forced a smile. “How was your day?”
“Oh, nothing special. Just lazed about a bit and decided to take a short nap. By the way, what time is it?”
“A little after five.”
Sean grunted and sat up. “Well, we still have plenty of left-overs from last night. How about we warm them in the oven and call it dinner.”
“Sounds fine,” she replied. Elizabeth gave him a quick peck on the cheek and got up. “I’m going to hit the shower.”
“Mind if I join you?”
“Hmm. Yes, I do mind, you better get started on dinner. I’m famished.”
Sean sighed and rolled out of bed. “Yes, dear.”
Elizabeth stripped quickly and stepped into the therapeutic spray. Water cascaded over her naked body as she washed and worked out some of the tight muscles in her back that had added to her grumpiness. When she got out she gave herself an appraising look in the mirror. She had lost some weight after the past month’s catastrophe. Her skin was slightly paler than she last recalled and she seemed a little bonier too. The circles that had been there for a month, hung beneath her eyes had lightened but were still apparent. Perhaps with a bit more rest they would go away, perhaps. Her thoughts gnawed at her.
Elizabeth bundled her hair atop her head in the magical fashion women innately know how to do and slipped on some comfortable gym shorts and t-shirt. She found Sean in his favorite apron sporting a ‘Kiss the Cook’ sign emblazoned across it as he read the label on a bottle of white. She decided to heed the advice and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
They chatted quietly and made small talk for most of the meal until Sean finally put his fork down with a certain finality.
“So, what’s really on your mind?”
Elizabeth was brought up short by his sudden query and had to fumble for a response. Sean gazed at her inquiringly and waited patiently for her response. She bit her trembling lower lip nervously as she swatted at the fear that had been worrying at her all this time since her vigil began by his hospital bedside. “Sean, do you still love me?”
She watched as startlement stretched across Sean’s face and he immediately strained out of his seat, limped around the corner of the table, and sat next to her.
“What kind of question is that? Of course I love you.”
Elizabeth shivered at his words like an autumn tree grasping on to its last leaves in the wind. “It’s just that…” Elizabeth stumbled over her emotions and unconsciously rubbed the polish off the silver fork in her hand. “I mean, ever since we met you’ve been threatened and have gotten into all sorts of trouble. Charles has attacked you and has harassed us several times, you’ve lost some of your friends, Cheryl is now entirely out of your life, Charles again tried killing you with his car, and then he tried one more time at the hospital. Sean, I think it would be better for you if we stopped seeing each other.”
She couldn’t bring herself to look in his face for a trace of agreement or any other response from him that would validate her theory. Instead she continued to try to squeeze the silverware in her hand to jelly as she stared resolutely forward at the half-eaten plate of food before her. The infinite silence that stretched between them scraped against her spine as she endured the frightful strain of waiting.
“You know, you are probably right.” Elizabeth’s head snapped up in horror at his words. “But that doesn’t mean that’s what I’ll do.” She studied Sean’s every detail as he sat back, his focus lost in some half-forgotten memory. “While I was in my coma, or perhaps immediately afterwards, a lot had changed in me. Like you said, we’ve been threatened with our lives and I was nearly killed when Charles ran me over. But then all I have to do is take a look at you or even just remember your smile and it’s all okay.”
“I shudder when I consider how I was committing emotional suicide by locking myself up in my own little world until you rescued me. A lot of my time was spent sulking over the past, but you changed all of that. You now make me look forward to a future that I had never addressed.” Sean pulled Elizabeth in close and held on to her firmly. “Do you know what that means? I have a life now. I was as good as dead before with nothing to live for. But now I have a purpose and it is all thanks to you. So, there were a few scares and there have been a few sacrifices that I have had to make. It’s no less than those you’ve made. And do you know what else? There are likely to be more obstacles that will pop up as we proceed, but they won’t matter as long as we stay together. Okay, so I’ve nearly been mugged by Charles’ goons and yes I’ve been run over...”
“We’ve shared a lot of wonderful times together too, or have you forgotten our first kiss or our first fight, which by the way happened in the same night. I won’t forget the first time we made up after our fight, the making up was and is the fun part. What about the wonderful time we spent in Lake Tahoe or Thanksgiving with your family? You can’t forget how well you nailed me with the water balloon. It’s times like those that make all of it worthwhile. I would go through it all over again, the good and the bad, just to know that you love me. I’m better off living dangerously having a life to lose than living securely leading a life not worth losing.”
Elizabeth was pacified by Sean’s sincere words and finally allowed herself to collapse in his comforting embrace. “I did get you good with that water balloon, didn’t I?”
Elizabeth felt Sean’s chuckle and couldn’t help smiling herself. It still caused a strain on her long wearied features but it was a welcome feeling nonetheless. She pulled Sean closer and returned his firm grasp and slowly let some of the worry drain out. Still, a part of her worried that his life would be less threatened without her in it and she said as much.
“I’m just going to do the smart thing and agree with you. But,” he slipped in, “I think it’s more interesting this way, much more exciting. Kind of like my own personal adventure story.”
“That would make me the damsel in distress?”
“I said as much the first time I met you.”
“True…but Prince charming is supposed to marry said damsel and live happily ever after with her.”
“Well, then I suppose we should get hopping on those wedding plans.”
“You mean I should get hopping on them. You will only sit on the side and try to cut down on the costs.”
“Isn’t that what I’m supposed to do?”
Elizabeth sighed. “Yes, dear; I suppose.”
\*\*\*
Elizabeth laughed until she was sure that she popped a rib out of place. If Vanessa weren’t there to catch her she would very well have fallen off the bed and onto the floor. Thank God Sean was busy cramming for an exam and Eric was having a meeting with his publisher, or their little joke would not have been so unanimously received. Elizabeth had forgotten how much fun it was to have some time alone with her best friend. Sprawled about the bedroom were countless magazines and personal referrals for nearly every little detail for a proper wedding. They even mailed a copy of everything they had to her mother and Vanessa’s mom to better make a decision. The floral arrangements were still up in the air, Vanessa and Elizabeth’s mother couldn’t agree on them, and the bridesmaids’ gowns were still being fought over. Luckily they did settle on a date, Elizabeth managed to schedule it for the same day that she and Sean met at the GenenCorp. meeting. That should keep things simple for her fiancé in the future should he ever become absent minded enough to forget. So far he had been pretty good with keeping track of those sorts of things but he was still a man.
“Now, about the invitation list,” Vanessa began. “I take it Sean hasn’t set a ceiling on the number of guests we can invite.”
“Of course not,” Elizabeth answered cheerfully. “As soon as I so much as think about wedding plans Sean says that everything that we come up with will be perfectly fine. It’s so nice being married to a millionaire, and a naïve one at that. I honestly don’t think Sean knows just how expensive a wedding can become.” Actually, Elizabeth reflected, she was starting to feel a little guilty over her use of the blank check that Sean had issued, yet she knew at the same time that Sean was banking on that very guilt to serve as her restraint. Inwardly she sighed. Sean knew her too well. Still, that didn’t mean she wouldn’t spend all of his money.
“Did he give you a list of those he wanted to invite?”
Elizabeth snapped out of her thoughts and rifled through a pile of papers. “Yeah, he gave me some names before he left for the library.” Elizabeth hadn’t looked at it yet but did so now. She couldn’t help but smirk as she looked it over. She handed it over to Vanessa and voiced an observation. “Check out the top three names on the list.”
Vanessa looked as indicated and snorted. “Ha, ha. ‘Elizabeth, Eric, Vanessa’. Sean’s got some sense of humor. The bottom of the list says ‘Sean’.”
“Glad he didn’t forget himself,” Elizabeth commented wryly when handed back the sheet. She gave it a more thorough inspection and felt that it was a little too short, as if it were missing someone crucial. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it. She had met everyone named but it seemed to be incomplete.
“Have we settled on what kind of invitations to send?”
Elizabeth soon forgot about the list as more of the seemingly endless details swept her away.
\*\*\*
Elizabeth was busily stirring the pot when she heard Sean come home. She called out to him and told him that dinner would be ready in ten. Sean gave her a quick peck on the cheek and said he’d be in the shower. Elizabeth continued to busy herself in the kitchen while thinking about the numerous minutiae that she and Vanessa had so far accomplished to organize.
A pair of arms encircled her waist and Elizabeth smiled to herself. It felt so nice to be adored. “Molesting me in the kitchen, again?”
“What can I say,” Sean replied. “There’s something about a beautiful woman doing the domestic that I find very attractive.”
Elizabeth sighed sarcastically. “Here I am, under the heel of my male oppressor.”
“Male oppressor, huh?” Sean gave her a gentle squeeze and nibbled down her neck. “I doubt a male oppressor would take the time to make sure that the woman he loves is sexually satisfied.”
“That’s what you think,” she teased.
“Oh really? Let’s see and find out for certain.”
“Not now, Love. Dinner’s ready and the stew won’t taste as good when it’s cold.”
Sean began nuzzling her earlobe and suckled on it. “You sure?”
Elizabeth felt her pulse rise and warm up; regretfully she fought it. “Yes, I’m sure. Now go set the table.”
He gave an exaggerative sigh. “Yes, dear.”
Elizabeth smiled to herself. Whipped!
Over dinner they talked about their day. Considering what Sean had undergone recently the university was willing to let him resume his courses later. However, at the moment Sean was considering just finishing the classes along with everyone else. When the conversation shifted to wedding plans Sean began to realize just how complicated it all really was and Elizabeth silently thanked God that she wasn’t marrying a man entirely oblivious to so important an event. After dinner was cleared away Elizabeth once again found Sean’s questing hands all over her body. He may have been in a coma for over a month but he certainly hadn’t lost his touch. She melted into his steady hands as he led the way to the bedroom.
As always Sean was frustratingly slow and tender as he undressed her. Elizabeth did not possess his patience when it came to unwrapping presents and would have shredded his clothes to ribbons if she had claws instead of fingers. He rained kisses down her throat to her breasts and Elizabeth shook as her heart quickened. Already she could feel the familiar flush between her legs that made her thighs raise and greedily rub against Sean. She both loved and hated how Sean made her lose control. Her hands raked his hair and pulled him even tighter to her hungry nipples. When his mouth closed over the left one she shuddered from the ecstasy. Her breath now doggedly hurried behind her pounding heart as passion raced through her veins. She moaned when he broke away from her breast but relished in the sensations as he attacked the one on the right. Oh, she loved how he took his time with her breasts.
Once he had teased her to a frenzy by simply making love to them for a little over half an hour. However, today he was less patient and spent only ten minutes attending to them. It was just as well, she wanted him in her and it would have been difficult for them to pull that off with his height and sore hip. When he slid into her, she hissed and her legs constricted around him like a vise. He attempted to kiss her as his hips stroked deep within but all Elizabeth could manage was to gasp into his mouth with ragged huffs of air. The air felt so thin and Sean felt so powerful. Her body exploded in a thousand different colors. He would not stop. Sean continued to piston in and out of her quaking womanhood and the thousand colors stretched and mixed and burst into a million, trillion… Oh, God!
When Elizabeth could once again grasp her surroundings she was soaked through from her exhausted passion. Their bodies were slick with sex. Sean flopped beside her and nuzzled her ear in that wonderfully familiar way of his. Elizabeth idly caressed the firm muscles of his arm that was draped over her torso. As her body cooled and her breathing leveled out she thought of how lucky a woman she was. She still didn’t believe that she was worthy of him and thought again of their conversation last night. Part of her still worried about Sean, about all the trouble she had caused him. But she knew such worries were fruitless and Sean was as stubborn a man as she had ever known. She couldn’t get rid of him. The blasted man was as in love with her as much as she was with him. She would just have to spend the rest of her life and then some making it up to him. Elizabeth snuggled closer.
Within moments Sean was snoring gently, right into her ear.
**Chapter 33**
Elizabeth woke up slowly with the familiar feeling of Sean’s warm body beside hers. Of the many things that she loved doing with him, waking up with him beside her was one of her favorites. She cracked her eyes open and found that her fiancé was already awake.
“Mmm. Morning, handsome.”
“Hey there, cutey,” he greeted in return and lightly kissed the tip of her nose. Elizabeth could smell the minty scent of his toothpaste.
“You’ve been up for a while?”
“’Liz, it’s ten in the morning. I’ve been awake for quite a while. Stretched out my hip, went for a walk, and found some breakfast.”
“My my, haven’t we been busy?”
“Not ‘we’ but me,” Sean grinned. “You have been asleep all morning.”
“Sean, it’s Saturday. People sleep in on Saturday’s, especially after a good round of sex the previous night.”
“Oho,” his grin stretched into a broad smile. “So I take it that this male oppressor has sated his woman’s lustful wants?”
“Eh,” she teased. Elizabeth laughed and pulled Sean in close for a proper good morning kiss. “Oh yes, you most certainly do fulfill my needs. You can consider me thoroughly ravished.”
“Good, because if I had to pick up the pace anymore than it already is, my hair will turn gray before my next birthday.”
Elizabeth laughed with him and then yelped in surprise when he rolled her out of bed. She tumbled off the mattress and landed most ungracefully. She frowned at her plight and shook her fist at Sean before crawling towards the bathroom. Sean stepped around her and playfully slapped her bare behind on his way out. Elizabeth mumbled a few choice words out of earshot and started in on her morning routine.
Refreshed by a hot shower and a round with the toothbrush, Elizabeth headed out to the kitchen and found Sean stooped over some paperwork. She ignored him for the moment and addressed her gnawing belly. She seemed to have worked up quite the appetite from last night. “Sean, I was wondering,” she called out over her shoulder as she rifled through the sparse fridge. “I was going over your guest list and you forgot to put down any of your family members.” Only silence answered her. Looking around the fridge door, she saw Sean sitting at the table with his back to her; his hands stalk still. “Sean?”
“I told you. I don’t talk to them.” His words were terse and sharp.
Brought short by his attitude, Elizabeth grabbed at an orange for now and shut the door. She sat down across from him and studied his pained gaze into history. “Well, how about extended family? Aunts, uncles, or cousins?”
“My father was an only child and I never knew my mom’s side of the family.”
“But don’t you want to…”
“No, ‘Liz, I don’t. If I wanted to invite them then they would be on the list.”
“Well, what if I wanted to invite them. Or at least meet them.”
Sean sat tensely and quietly. “I will not talk to them.” He stood up abruptly and left the table. The apartment door slammed shut on his way out.
\*\*\*
“Elizabeth. Hey ‘Liz!”
Elizabeth snapped to attention and looked questioningly at the magazine in her hands. “Huh?”
“I asked if you wanted to have identical wedding gowns.”
Elizabeth took a moment to switch mental gears before she answered. “No, I think you and I would never settle on the design.”
Vanessa scooted closer to her on the couch, concern creasing her brow. “Something’s bothering you isn’t it?”
She didn’t answer, not trusting her voice at the moment.
“Alright, what did Sean do this time?”
“Nothing.”
“Bullshit, nothing,” her friend exclaimed. “You’ve had that spaced out look all morning. Now tell me what Sean did so I can pound some sense into him.”
Elizabeth smiled at her friend but the upset lines settled back in at the corners of her mouth. “It’s nothing, really. Sean and I just have a few wedding plan disagreements to work out.”
“Well, that concerns me and Eric, too, so spill.”
“In this instance it doesn’t,” Elizabeth argued. Surprised at her own vehemence, Elizabeth took a calming breath and slowly released. “Trust me. It doesn’t.”
“I’ll be the judge of that,” she growled
“No, you won’t. I don’t need your protection. Not from Sean. I’m sorry but this is between Sean and I.” Rarely had Elizabeth argued with her friend but right now she was not in the mood for her wheedling. As promised, Elizabeth kept Sean’s painful past to herself. She understood what it was like to keep one’s pain a secret. Elizabeth never told anyone what happened to her during the final years of her marriage to that monster, Charles, until Sean came along and Sean never said a word about it to anyone. She wouldn’t know what she would do if he let slip what had happened to her in those dark years. So, Elizabeth knew better than to tell anyone, best friend or not about Sean’s hurt. Sometimes Elizabeth felt that her life was irrevocably intertwined with Sean’s; his pain was her own as he bore her pain with him. Their pasts were an inviolable private place.
Elizabeth stood up and neatly stacked the magazines strewn about the coffee table. “I don’t think that I’m in the right frame of mind to handle this right now, maybe tomorrow.”
“’Liz…”
“I’ll call you later. I’m not mad at you. I just…I just need some time to piece things together, okay.”
“Yeah, no problem,” Vanessa answered. “Just take it easy. And give your fiancé a good sock in the arm for me while you’re at it.”
Elizabeth smiled at her friend as best she could as she headed out the door. “Sure thing.”
A chilly breeze from a nearby air conditioning blew across Elizabeth’s taut face. She drove back to Sean’s empty apartment and looked around. Elizabeth now paid attention to the stack of papers at the dinner table where Sean was working having previously ignored them after his stormy exit. It was the final paperwork for the house they were going to move into. With everything so hectic the last few months, and Sean routing her attention to wedding plans soon afterwards, Elizabeth had completely forgotten about their dream house. When Sean went into his coma all of their plans were postponed indefinitely. Elizabeth didn’t want to move into an empty house.
Dusk crept up on Elizabeth as she thought of what to say to Sean. Finally he came home to the cramped apartment with a pizza. “Oh, you’re home already. I thought you were with Vanessa.” Elizabeth didn’t answer, not sure what to say to him. “Well, I wasn’t in the mood for fixing lunch.”
Elizabeth didn’t say anything and watched as he crossed the room, put down the large flat box, and went to the bedroom. Sounds from the shower distantly hissed in her ear as she waited for him. He came out dressed in simple blue jeans and a navy blue breaker she bought him on his birthday. Never before had she ever felt the strange tenseness between them, like a string stretched taught with too much burden. He sat down across from her and slipped a steaming slice of pizza from the box. Elizabeth sat quietly and waited for him to finish the first piece. He looked at her.
Weariness from the previous morning’s argument was etched into the corners of his eyes and set a firm line across his brow. They stared at one another, communicating more in a glance than could be said in a lifetime. Elizabeth gazed at him firmly, knowing her request was not irrational; but neither was Sean in the wrong.
Sean let out a breath and closed the pizza box. “Come with me,” he said and stood up. He walked over to his bookshelf and reached above. Hidden from view was a large leather photo album, its worn cover free of dust. He held it close in one hand and stretched out his other to Elizabeth. She felt her hand in his and let him guide her gently out the door.
They drove through the warm afternoon sun with neither saying a word. Elizabeth looked over at Sean and saw sadness shrouding his eyes. They made a stop by a flower store where Sean bought a single orchid and a rose. Elizabeth didn’t know what to make of his purchase so continued her silence. Sean drove on and pulled up to an open gate, passing a large stone sign.
“Rose Hills Memorial Park,” Elizabeth read aloud. Sadly, she pieced together the clues and laid a comforting hand on Sean’s as it rested on the shifter.
They drove up the steep green hills that seemed to roll on and on into the azure sky, weaving back and forth through various roads to the dead. Sean found their stop without much effort. He had made this trip many times. Elizabeth stepped onto the springy grass and looked at Sean. His face was an unyielding mask. He wrapped an arm around Elizabeth’s shoulder and began walking. They arrived at a pair of stone plates lying in the grass. Inscribed were the names of Sean’s parents. Sean searched the grass and found the two metal cups hidden within. He pulled them out and walked over to a nearby spigot, filling them with water. He placed them back in their holes and slipped the orchid into his father’s cup and the single pink rose in his mother’s.
“This is my family,” Sean said. “Mom, Dad. I’d like you to meet someone very important to me. This is Elizabeth. We’re going to get married. I just thought you’d like to know.”
Elizabeth didn’t know what to say. Her mind fumbled for words but found none. She held Sean’s hand tightly. Sean stooped down and sat in the grass, pulling the previously hidden photo album out. “These are the only pictures I have of my parents. In many ways, these are my only memories. I told you about them before but I never showed you.” Sean opened the album. Elizabeth sat beside him and laid her head on his shoulder. He flipped through the pages one by one and told him about his earlier family life or what he remembered of it. There were quire a few photos but he didn’t have a memory for all of them.
Elizabeth realized just how brief his childhood was. He really didn’t have anyone to care for his sensitive side. He couldn’t talk to his father because he just wasn’t that kind of person and the women in his family weren’t much to him either. He had no outlet, no shoulder to cry on. He was very much alone ever since he was seven. He’d been alone for fifteen years. Elizabeth was now beginning to understand that she was a much larger part of Sean’s life than she had originally thought.
They sat together quietly, listening to the empty wind rustling acres of lonely hilltops. Elizabeth still hadn’t said a word. She didn’t need to. She just held him.
\*\*\*
Sean drove back to their apartment with Elizabeth quietly looking out the window as concrete and lampposts flashed by. Elizabeth had been right, of course. He mulled over his thoughts and feelings after finally introducing the most important person in his life to the most important people of his past. However, there was more that he needed to share, Elizabeth deserved to know.
“I called my step-mother the other day.” Elizabeth turned to look at him. “Or where they last lived. Apparently they’ve moved. I don’t know where they are right now.” Sean sighed. “I guess I really am without family now. Except this time it really is my fault.” Sean thought about his last words. “I suppose…”
Elizabeth cut off his words with a hand on his arm. “There’s no need to continue that thought. You did what you thought was right.”
“But I was wrong.”
“You don’t know that for sure. Don’t blame yourself for this, Sean. Don’t forget, they chose the path that forced you into your decision. What’s done is done. ‘What ifs’ don’t solve anything.”
Sean pulled into the garage and parked. He sighed. “I suppose.”
“Don’t ‘I suppose’ me. I’m right and you’re wrong. And that’s all there is to it.” She smiled at him and he could feel a bit of the dark clouds that were crowding his mind begin to lessen.
Sean smiled with her and kissed her softly. They got out and headed up the stairs hand in hand.
When they were inside Sean wrapped his arms around Elizabeth from behind. He didn’t really know why he did, other than the fact that he loved her. Sean reveled in the jasmine scent of her hair. He felt the pulse at her neck beneath his chin, the steady rise and fall of her chest under his arms. There was something naturally reassuring whenever he held her. He didn’t know how long he held her but a tranquil calm had effused him when he finally let go.
She turned around and stared at him with those warm brown eyes and Sean could see the love radiating from them. They kissed, briefly and tenderly. He felt her tongue trace the outline of his lips, tasting his warmth. Her eyes were liquid, bright. They kissed again. Sean’s heart beat faster with every passing moment, moments that lasted forever but were over far too soon.
Elizabeth moaned into his mouth and pulled away, a small smile coloring her face. “Mmm…don’t think this will get you off the hook from admitting that you were wrong.”
“It won’t?”
She shook her head. “No, but I’ll let you know when you are,” she answered as she pulled him towards the bedroom.
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Maggie Malone steered her black Toyota Prius into the parking lot of the Del-Mar Apartment complex and pulled into a spot under a shady elm tree. It was Tuesday evening, and as with every Tuesday she and her sister Molly got together at Molly's place for a glass of wine, some snacks, and get caught up on the past weeks' news. Maggie was a real estate agent and a good one, which meant she spent nearly every evening and weekend showing houses. Maggie didn't mind. She loved her job and couldn't imagine doing anything else. It was the perfect occupation for a single gal in her late twenties with no obligations or romantic interests. Maggie and Molly agreed several years ago to set aside Tuesday evenings lest Maggie become totally consumed with her work.
Del-Mar Apartments were located just north of Blue Mound Road and a quarter mile away from Brookfield Square shopping mall. Not too far from where Maggie lived in Waukesha, Wisconsin. It was a fairly quiet town for the most part, offering plenty of real estate business for Miss Malone. Of course she could always hop on the freeway and make the half hour drive into Milwaukee if a client preferred to live closer to the city.
Maggie shut off the engine and grabbed the bottle of wine from the passenger seat. It was her turn to buy and she opted for an Australian Shiraz recommended by Bert at the liquor store. Bert knew full well of Miss Malone's regular visits with her sister and tried to suggest a different wine each time. The ladies were rarely disappointed and quiet often delighted by his recommendation.
Molly opened the door and gave her sister a wide bright smile. "Right on time!" she lilted cheerfully.
"Naturally," Maggie replied. She gave her sister a quick hug and a peck on the cheek. "This is my favorite time of the week."
"You're so sweet."
Maggie and Molly were both redheaded Irish girls and could easily pass for twins. Maggie was four years older than Molly, but retained a youthful quality in her face that belied her true age of 29. Molly had a bigger bust than her older sister, which was perfectly fine with Maggie. In the world of real estate sales, having big boobs was not an asset. Maggie rationalized that large breasts gave the overall impression of unprofessionalism and male clients tended to spend more time checking out the lady's bust than the houses they were evaluating. Maggie was glad she had a fairly unimpressive figure and chose to dress as a professional businesswoman in matching jacket and slacks. Not the most flattering of apparel, but Maggie was in the business to sell houses, not pick up dates.
They poured the wine, uncovered the tray of snacks, and retired to the living room. Maggie sat on the sofa and Molly sat across from her in the wing back arm chair. "So," Maggie began, "what's new with you?"
Molly sighed and crossed her legs at the knees. "Nothing much," she mused dramatically. She rested her hand on her knee and wagged her fingers at her sister. "I did manage to pick up a nice piece of jewelry over the weekend."
Maggie's eyes grew wide. There was a diamond ring on the fourth finger of Molly's left hand. "Oh my God!" Maggie exclaimed in shock. "Is that what I think it is?"
"Yes!" Molly squealed with delight. "I'm engaged!"
"To Jeff Brandeberry?"
Molly scowled with irritation. "Of course to Jeff Brandeberry! Who else?"
"Just making sure. You two had been seeing each other for over a year. I was wondering if he would ever pop the question."
"Well he did and I said yes."
Maggie rose to her feet to give her sister a warm hug. "I'm so happy for you, Molly. I really am."
"Thanks, Mags. That means a lot."
"You should have told me," Maggie frowned playfully. "I would have brought champagne instead."
"What? And miss that look on your face when I told you? Priceless!"
They returned to their seats and Maggie asked, "So are you planning a big wedding or a small one?"
"Medium size. We both agreed on a church wedding, but nothing too extravagant or ridiculous. Too many times a bride tries for fancy and elegant and it turns out to be a circus."
"Or a nightmare."
"Exactly."
Maggie grinned and asked, "Remember our cousin Heather's wedding?"
Molly let out a loud guffaw. "When they released those doves?" She threw her head back and laughed. "One of them pooped on the Groom's mother!"
Maggie giggled. "So much for a classy event."
"My wedding is not going to have anything outlandish. Small and simple. Jeff will have his brother James as best man and I will have my sister as Maid of Honor."
"Awww," Maggie mewed. "I'd be happy to stand up for you, Molly."
"Of course you know you have to wear a gown for the occasion."
Maggie grinned and refilled both of their glasses from the bottle. "I suppose I can make an allowance this one time."
"Traditionally it's the oldest sister that gets married off first," Molly remarked casually.
"Too late for that to happen. Besides, I think you have to be a couple before you tie the knot. Last time I checked I was still a single."
Molly grinned mischievously. "I can help with that."
"Thanks but no thanks. Having my little sister hook me up with a blind date is not my idea of a good time."
Her sister shrugged with indifference. "You would think a real estate agent would meet enough men on your own. A good looking eligible bachelor might be looking for a house in the area . . . you two get to talking . . . one thing leads to another . . ."
"No such luck there either, sis. Whenever I meet a client - regardless of his attractiveness or marital status - my mind automatically shifts into business mode. I become more focused on satisfying his needs than satisfying my own." Maggie drew in and released a long deep breath. "It doesn't matter. I like my life and I love my job. I don't even mind the term 'spinster' now that I'm on the fast track to thirty. I don't need a man in my life to be happy."
"I have a challenge for you," Molly said. "Bring a date to my wedding."
"A date?"
"Yes. I don't want my own sister to come stag to my wedding, plus you'll need to have a partner to dance with at the reception."
"I'm sure there will be plenty of guys at the reception who will want to dance with me."
"That isn't the point. Look, Jeff and I settled on a date four months from now. Surely you can find someone to go with you by then."
Maggie conceded with a huff of exasperation. "All right. I'll do it, if only to make my sister happy on her wedding day."
Chapter 2
Maggie climbed into her car and thought about Molly's wedding. Of course she was happy and excited for the couple, but was more concerned about her dancing skills. More precisely, her lack thereof. Having two left feet was an understatement. Maggie doubted she could maneuver a single dance step without tripping over her own two feet. Not to mention she'd be wearing a formal gown and high heel shoes. That was a guaranteed disaster waiting to happen. The sister of the bride takes a spill into the string quartet. Cousin Heather's dove poop fiasco would pale by comparison.
There was still time, Maggie realized. She could take dance lessons and avoid making a fool of herself. Maggie checked her cell phone for a dance studio near by. She found one less than two miles away. Maggie pulled up the map and started her car. She needed to sign up for lessons before the wine buzz wore off and she chickened out.
Right Step dance studio was located on one end of a strip mall located at the corner of Elm and Jefferson. It was a red brick building that also accommodated a barber supply outlet, pet grooming salon, custom jewelry and repair, and a liquor store on the end. Most of the cars in the parking lot were by the liquor store.
Maggie entered the door into the foyer of the studio. On her right were four chairs along the windows facing the parking lot and a desk on the far wall, supposedly for making reservations. The opposite wall displayed several large photographs of extreme close ups of human legs and torsos in various dance movements. Maggie determined the loud rock music was coming from a room on the other side of the wall. A dance class, no doubt. She thought she'd take a sneak peek and see what the dance studio had to offer.
The room was immense with a light pine wood floor and a wall of mirrors on the opposite side. A stereo unit on her left blared the song "What a Feeling" while a slender brunette danced by herself about the room. She was a willowy woman with short black hair, slim arms and legs and small bust. Maggie guessed her to be in her early thirties. The gal wore snug black leotards and fit them perfectly. In fact, everything about the woman was absolutely exquisite.
Maggie stood by the door and watched in rapt attention as the lady executed a perfectly choreographed rendition of the scene from the movie Flashdance. Maggie thought she was observing a replay of the movie before her very eyes, however this gal was far sexier than Jennifer Beals.
Maggie was surprised she considered the lady to be sexy. She never felt that way about any woman before. However, she couldn't ignore or deny the stirrings she felt inside her chest at the exhibition this dancer was giving her. Maggie realized she had been holding her breath since the moment she entered the room.
The song ended and the lady moved her arms in a flourish and struck a pose. Maggie couldn't help applauding her performance. The dancer smiled and crossed to the table holding the stereo unit. "I didn't know I had an audience," she laughed.
"Sorry about that," Maggie winced. "I heard the music and couldn't help myself. Curiosity got the best of me."
"What did you think?"
"I thought it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen."
The woman chuckled and wiped her face with a towel. "I'm glad I can still get a rise out of an audience." She dabbed the perspiration from her arms and offered her hand. "Sally Right."
"Maggie Malone." She accepted her host's shake. "I hope I wasn't interrupting anything."
"No, of course not. Whenever I have some down time between students I like to give myself a good workout." She patted her flat tummy. "Keeps this old body in shape."
"You look incredible."
"Thanks."
"Speaking of students, I was wondering if I could hire you to teach me how to dance."
Sally nodded soberly. "That's what I'm here for."
"My sister is getting married and she wants me to dance at her wedding. Only I'm terrible at it. I don't want to be a complete embarrassment."
Sally nodded once again. "How much time do we have?"
"A few months."
"Good. At least we don't have to subject you to a crash course."
Maggie smiled and said, "Don't be so sure. It may take all that time to whip me into shape."
Miss Right chuckled and gestured to the door. "Let's go sit down, shall we?" They moved into the front room and took up chairs next to each other by the window. Maggie liked the fact that Sally sat with her and not behind the desk. It instantly made her feel at ease and comfortable in the instructor's presence. Sally relaxed and crossed her slender legs at the knee. "Tell me about this wedding."
"What do you want to know?"
"Is it going to be big and fancy, or small and casual?"
"Molly told me that the wedding will be small, but knowing my little sister as I do, over time it will grow to be huge. Molly's always talked about having a fairy tale wedding and a ridiculously huge reception. Neither of us had been married before, so I'm sure she'll want to do it up big. No doubt the reception will be gigantic. We Irish love nothing better than a big party. I'm sure every relative in the country will want to attend. Thus the reason for me needing to learn how to dance. "
Sally nodded with understanding. "Will you be wearing formal gowns?"
"Undoubtedly."
"And dance traditional ballroom dances?"
"Unfortunately."
"No big deal. We can start off with the basic steps of the waltz, foxtrot and rumba. That way you'll feel more comfortable no matter what music they play. Then we'll polish your moves and have you ready for social dancing."
"Social dancing?"
"Where you have a partner."
"I see."
"Of course, I'll be the man and you'll be the woman."
Maggie laughed. "Great! I like being the woman."
"So when do you want to start?"
"Well, my schedule is kind of hectic. Why don't you tell me when you want to be here and I'll arrange everything to accommodate you?"
Sally smiled and nodded. "Sounds good to me. Tomorrow okay?"
"That will be perfect. The sooner the better, otherwise I may change my mind and chicken out."
Maggie began her dance lessons with Miss Right. Sally was an amazing teacher and very easy to follow. Maggie found out that she liked dancing much more than she expected. Maggie started out with her first lesson lasting a half hour, then immediately scheduled two more lessons for the following week.
Maggie soon discovered she enjoyed Sally's company more than she liked learning how to dance. Maggie looked forward to her dance instruction with eager enthusiasm. What she liked even more was holding the woman in her arms. Maggie never touched a lady in that way before. Maggie also came to realize that she found Miss Right very attractive. She enjoyed Sally's personality and wit, her sense of humor, and her easy relaxed manner. Not to mention those gorgeous eyes . . . and those beautiful full lips . . . and that sinewy sensuous body. Maggie never really noticed women's figures before, other than evaluating how a certain outfit looked on a lady's body or if a skirt matches her blouse. However with Sally it was different. Maggie couldn't stop thinking about how sexy the lady was. More over, Maggie wanted to spend more time with Sally, particularly away from the dance studio. She wanted the two of them to be friends. Perhaps more than friends . . . gals who hung out together and enjoyed each other's
company. Maggie never had a friend like that before. She resolved to ask Sally out for a drink after the next lesson in order to get to know the lady better.
After the third lesson was over, Sally checked her watch and said, "Time to call it a day."
"Do you have any more students tonight?" Maggie asked.
"No. You're the last."
"Care to join me for a drink?" Maggie couldn't believe her boldness. She had never asked a lady out on a date before. Then again, it wasn't a real date, merely two friends going out for a drink. She half expected the woman to turn her down. After all, Sally probably had more of a social life than Maggie did.
Sally considered a moment, then nodded her head in acceptance. "Sure. I'd like that."
"You would?" Maggie was actually surprised.
Her companion returned a wry smile. "Why not? I think it would be nice for us to get to know each other better."
Maggie brightened. "My sentiments exactly!"
There was a small bar two blocks away and the ladies decided to hike it. Maggie said, "I'm so glad you wanted to go out tonight. I'm an admitted workaholic and don't spend a lot of time socializing."
Sally nodded soberly. "I hear ya'. Sometimes the day goes by so fast I forget to eat."
"Maybe that's how you keep your amazing figure," Maggie stated honestly.
"Thank you. Anyway, I sometimes get so caught up in my busy schedule I forget what day it is. I've blown off more dinner dates than I can count. It's downright embarrassing."
"Don't talk to me about being pathetic. If it wasn't for your dance lessons, I'd have no social life at all."
Sally laughed. "You're right . . . that is pathetic."
Maggie gave her a playful scowl. "I wasn't expecting you to agree with me!"
They went to a quaint little tavern called the Keg and Cork. They found a nice quiet booth in the back where they could chat. There were only about a half dozen patrons in the place and soft ethereal music drifted in from hidden speakers. It was the perfect surroundings for a cozy conversation between friends.
Sally took a sip of her wine and said, "All right, let's each give a recap of our life's story in 90 seconds or less."
Maggie chuckled. "That would just about do it for me."
"I'll even go first," Sally said. "I graduated from high school with average grades. Not a whole lot of ambition there. Got a job as a waitress at a local diner and immediately got married to a gypsy truck driver named Phil. He would be gone most of the week, which was fine with me. We'd get together on the weekends. Not too bad an arrangement. That lasted about six years. One day I found out he was having an affair with an exotic dancer in Omaha. I found out about it because Phil came home after a week on the road and said, 'I'm leaving you for a girl in Omaha.' Just like that. 'Sell everything and take half.' The bum. Six years of my life wasted with nothing to show for it. I decided then and there to demonstrate some initiative and ambition for once in my life. I started this dance studio. Looking back, getting a divorce from Phil was the luckiest thing to ever happen to me. Sometimes you need a swift kick in the butt to get moving."
"I imagine so."
"Your turn."
"Okay. As you know I have a sister, Molly, who is getting married in a few months. No other siblings. Our parents died in a car accident when we were teens, so we had to fend for ourselves. I was eighteen and Molly was fifteen so we were old enough to live on our own. We had an estate sale and sold the house and all the furniture and used the money to get an apartment together. I took care of her like a mother all through high school and continued on until Molly got out of college. By then she was old enough to live on her own. I had to skip college because I had to work to support us. After Molly graduated I got my realtor's license and went into selling real estate. I like my job and am very good at it. Molly is now the branch manager at a bank here in town. We get together every Tuesday religiously. With our busy schedules it's too hard to catch each other on the phone." Maggie took a drink of wine. "I think my time is up."
"You left out the most important information."
"I did?"
"Any relationships?"
"No. None at all. I had to work right out of high school to support me and Molly. No time for dating, I'm afraid."
"Sounds to me like both our personal lives have been fairly lacking up until now."
Maggie regarded the woman thoughtfully. "Would be interested in going out with me?"
Sally smiled with amusement. "Go out with you?"
"Yes. I mean to movies and to dinner and things like that. I miss out on so much because of my work schedule and because I don't have anyone to pal around with."
Miss Right tilted her head thoughtfully. "I'd like that. I haven't been to a movie in years. Or had anyone over for dinner. I'm actually a fairly decent cook. Maybe I can cook dinner for us sometime."
"I'd like that." Maggie smiled and sipped her wine. She had invited Miss Right to go on a date after all, and it felt really good.
Chapter 3
Maggie and Sally practiced the waltz with the simple box step. The stereo unit played the theme from Around the World in 80 Days.
Sally said, "Next time I want you to bring high heel shoes. Since you'll be dancing at a wedding, you have to practice the moves in the shoes you'll be wearing at the reception." They executed a turn perfectly. "Believe me, dancing in heels is an entirely different experience."
Maggie grinned at her partner. "Plus it will make us closer to the same height, seeing you are a couple inches taller than me." Her face took on a thoughtful expression. "That won't work. You'll be in heels too."
"I will?"
They performed another turn. "Of course. I want you to come as my date."
Sally was slightly taken aback. "Your date?"
"Yes. Seeing as I've grown accustomed and comfortable having you as my dance partner, it's only natural that you come along as my date." Maggie belied a wry smile. "Besides, I'll bet you look stunning in a formal dress."
Sally gave her companion a puzzled look. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were making a pass at me."
"I suppose I am." Maggie giggled under her breath. "This is so unlike me. I've never been attracted to anyone like this before. I must admit I find you very sexy and arousing. It's downright wicked to entertain these thoughts I have whenever I'm with you. I can't help myself. I'm interested in you, Sally. I want to see more of you. I want us to be more than good friends." Maggie was taken aback by her bold frankness. "God, I can't believe I'm saying this. I can't believe I have these feelings for you, but I can't deny them either. This is all new to me and kind of scary too."
They stopped dancing and stood staring at each other. The music continued to play. Sally asked, "You're attracted to me?"
"Yes. Dear God help me, I am."
Sally smiled. "In that case, I suggest we go all the way."
Maggie frowned. "All the way?"
"How can you be interested in me unless I give you have a little sample." Sally leaned closer and met Maggie's lips in a tender kiss. Sally smiled coyly. "Well?"
"Too soon to tell," Maggie stated unemotionally. "This calls for further research." She hooked her hand behind Sally's neck and pulled the woman's mouth onto hers in a deep fiery kiss. Maggie couldn't believe how much she relished the sensation of Sally's lips on hers. Maggie needed it. She craved it. It was as if years of pent-up passion had finally been released in an explosion of emotion. After Maggie let the woman up for air she said, "How do you feel about going out on a real date with me?"
"A real date?"
"Yes. You know; dinner and a movie perhaps?"
Sally smiled knowingly. "Then back to your place for a nightcap?"
"If you like."
"How about Saturday night?"
Maggie smiled. "Saturday night sounds perfect. I normally don't book any clients after seven o'clock."
"Then it's a date." Sally moved closer to Maggie and rested her hand on the woman's arm. "Why don't we skip the movie and dinner and dine in? We can rent a video from Red Box and I can bring Chinese takeout."
Maggie furrowed her brow with a puzzled expression. "Okay, if you want to."
Sally kissed Maggie softly on the mouth. "Call me selfish, but I want to be alone with you, Maggie Malone."
Maggie smiled. "I want to be alone with you too."
Saturday evening Maggie heard the doorbell ring promptly at seven o'clock. She opened the door to find Sally Right on the landing. The woman wore a form-fitting red knit sweater and black calf length chino pants. Maggie smiled brightly. "Right on time!"
Sally smiled at her host. Maggie wore a light rose blouse and knee length gray pleated skirt. Quite a change from her typical real estate agent jacket and slacks. "I tried not to be late. I was so looking forward to seeing you!"
Maggie opened the door wider for her guest. They exchanged cordial kisses on the cheek in the doorway. Sally stepped inside and Maggie closed the door behind her. Sally set the bag of Chinese carryout aside and nodded with approval to her surroundings. "This is a very nice place you have here."
"Thanks." Maggie stepped around the woman to stand in front of her. "I can give you the ten cent tour if you like."
She smiled demurely and said, "What I really want is to see the bedroom."
"You would?"
"Yes." She slipped her arms around Maggie's waist and kissed her softly on the lips. "I want to have sex with you, Maggie Malone."
"You do?"
"Yes. I hadn't gotten any in a long time and I suspect you haven't either. You say you find me attractive. I found you attractive as well. After we kissed the other day I knew there was chemistry between us. Not just on the physical level either. It was as though there was a deep need, an empty void inside us that we needed to fill with one another. I find you intriguing and arousing, Maggie Malone. I'm no longer content with merely kissing you. I was hoping we could go further."
Maggie hesitated and tentatively chewed her lower lip. "I've never had sex with a woman before."
Sally grinned and shifter her hands lower to grope Maggie's rear. "I take it your answer is yes?"
"Yes. It's a yes. Only I don't know what to do. I mean, I think you are the sexiest, most desirable woman I have ever seen. I want to make love to you, but I don't know how."
Miss Right smiled and kissed Maggie on the lips. "I'm sure we can figure it out." She kissed Maggie and leaned back with a demure pout. "You were about to show me the bedroom?"
Maggie took Sally's hand and led her from the foyer to the hallway. Her heart was pounding loudly in her chest. She was going to have sex with a woman! Maggie had to steel her nerves and not lose her nerve. This was what she had dreamed of, what she fantasized about. She wanted to hold Sally and kiss her and feel her naked flesh against hers. It was so exciting and terrifying as well.
Maggie led Sally by the hand into the bedroom and stopped beside the bed. She turned to Sally and said, "I've never done anything like this before."
Sally gave her a wry smile. "I'm not exactly an expert myself."
"That's not what I meant," Maggie hedged. "I've never done this . . . with anyone."
A glimmer of realization crept into Sally's eyes. "Are you saying you're a virgin?"
"Yes. As I said, I was left to raise Molly and didn't have time for any relationships. I hadn't dated anyone until you."
Sally rested her hands on Maggie's upper arms. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"More than anything. I want you to be my first lover. I can't imagine a sexier or more patient partner than you."
Sally leaned closer and lightly kissed Maggie on the lips. "I'll try to make it magical for both of us."
Maggie stared evenly into Sally's eyes. She raised her hands to touch the woman's breasts in the tight sweater. "My God," Maggie breathed reverently. "You are so beautiful."
"So are you." Sally slowly unbuttoned Maggie's blouse. "Let me look at you." She eased Maggie's top off her shoulders and let it fall silently to the floor. Sally reached around Maggie's back and unclasped her brassiere. Sally removed Maggie's bra and dropped it to join her blouse. Sally gently caressed Maggie's bare chest. "You are a lovely woman, Maggie."
Maggie trembled to her touch. It was so tender and caring and sweet. "Let me see you."
Sally smiled and dropped her arms to her side. "Undress me."
Maggie peeled the sweater up over Sally's head and tossed it aside. The lady was not wearing a bra underneath. She didn't need one. Her breasts were high and firm and perfect. Maggie eased the waistband of Sally's pants over her hips and down her legs. Sally wasn't wearing panties either. Apparently the woman had every intention of having sex that evening. Maggie was glad. She had fantasized this moment many times before and now here it was becoming a reality. Maggie had no intention of stopping now. This was what she wanted, what she longed for . . . and it was going to be magical.
Maggie removed Sally's garments and stood staring at the woman in wonder. Sally Right was magnificent. She was the most incredible creature Maggie had ever set eyes on. "Oh my," Maggie breathed softly. "You are absolutely perfect.
Sally smiled and moved closer. She slipped her arms around Maggie's back and pressed her bare chest to Maggie's breasts. "I want to be a perfect lover for you." They kissed. Maggie felt all the tension and anxiety ebb away from her body. It was if she had entered a dream. Everything was exactly as it should be. This was the moment she had waited her entire life for, the partner she had always wanted. This night would be everything she ever dreamed of.
Maggie brought her hands around Sally to feel her partner's bare back. She exhaled her breath into Sally's mouth as their kiss grew in intensity. "You are so sexy," Maggie rasped breathlessly.
Sally eased Maggie onto the bed and shifted her body on top of her. "Let me make love to you."
"Oh God yes," Maggie panted as her hands roamed over Sally's back and down to her rear. "Make love to me."
They lay naked in the tangled sheets savoring the afterglow of incredibly satisfying sex. "That was amazing," Maggie sighed dreamily.
Sally giggled. "It was, wasn't it?"
Maggie rolled onto her side to face her lover. "You are much more talented and imaginative than I expected."
Sally took Maggie's hands in hers. "I was married to Phil for six years. He wasn't a great husband, but he taught me a thing or two in the bedroom. I figure if they felt good with a man doing them to me, it would feel even better with a woman."
Maggie smiled. "I for one would like to thank Phil for his contribution to tonight's activities."
Sally laughed. "Thanks, Phil!"
Maggie stared intently into Sally's eyes. "Thank you, Sally Right. You made my first experience wonderful."
"It was my pleasure." Sally shifted over to lie on top of Maggie's chest. "Let's have dinner. I'm starving."
Maggie smiled and stroked her hands over Sally's bare sides to her rear. "How can I possibly let you out of this bed looking so sexy and desirable?"
Sally lowered her lips to meet Maggie's. "We can come back later and pick up where we left off."
"It's a deal!"
The ladies sat on the sofa in bath robes watching a sappy chick flick and eating Chinese food out of white cardboard cartons. "You know," Sally mused as she picked at her dinner with a pair of chopsticks, "we should make this a regular thing."
Maggie looked at her. "What? Dinner and a movie?"
"And sex."
Maggie nodded in agreement. "Definitely sex."
Sally shook her head in wonder. "God, I can't remember the last time I was this satisfied. Years. Hell, never. Phil was a good lover in his own right, but you beat him by a mile."
Maggie smiled happily. "I'm glad I was good for you."
"You were amazing!" Sally leaned over to meet Maggie's lips in a quick kiss. "That's why we should make this a regular event. You made me a wanton woman, Maggie Malone. I need to have sex with you on a regular basis."
Maggie looked at the woman thoughtfully. "I'm not sure I can wait a whole week. I'll need another Sally Right fix before then."
Sally smiled. "I wholeheartedly concur."
Maggie went back to eating her dinner. "I want you to stay the night," she said.
Sally nodded to her meal as she picked at it with her chopsticks. "I'd like that."
Maggie was silent a moment. "I could clear out a space in the closet," she mused. "Just in case you want to bring some clothes over. In the event you happen to stay over during the week."
Sally looked at her. "I'd like that very much."
Maggie smiled. "Forgive me, but after I've had a taste of what I've been missing, I don't want to go back to living completely alone. I miss having another person in the house. The place seems so empty after Molly left. I guess that's partly why I work such long hours. I rue having to come home to the quiet."
"I understand." Sally looked at Maggie. "I think it would be nice to share a bed with someone again. I miss cuddling and snuggling at night."
Maggie smiled at her friend. "I feel so comfortable with you, Sally. It seems like we've known each other for years."
"I feel the same way." Sally noticed the bright sparkle in Maggie's eyes. "You're getting that amorous look again."
"I can't help it. You are so wonderful and adorable. I really love spending time with you. You're so much fun to be with. I admit I'm looking forward to having you over for dinner, watching movies, pleasant conversation . . ."
"Incredible sex . . ."
"Incredible sex," Maggie nodded in agreement. "I want to be with you, Sally. It seems I can never get enough of you."
Sally went back to eating her dinner. "Careful Miss Malone," she mused. "You may end up falling in love with me."
Maggie regarded her companion thoughtfully and believed she was already there.
Chapter 4
Monday afternoon Maggie made a quick stop at the dance studio. Sally glanced up from her appointment book and smiled. "Missed me already?"
"Terribly!" She crossed to Sally and gave her a kiss on the mouth. "I had a key made of the apartment for you. I thought I'd swing by and drop it off."
Sally accepted the key and smiled. "You really want me to drop some clothes off and stay over now and then?"
"More than ever!" Maggie rested her rear on the edge of the desk. "How about you?"
"You know I can never get enough of you, Maggie Malone."
"Same here. I feel so comfortable around you. We're like Laverne and Shirley, but with incredible mind-blowing sex."
Sally laughed. "How do we know those girls didn't get it on from time to time?"
Maggie chuckled. "Could be!" She hopped off the desk. "Gotta run. Are you stopping over tonight? Not that I'm getting pushy or anything. Merely curious."
Sally smiled. "I may drop off a blouse or two."
"And have a glass of wine and unwind?"
"That would be nice."
"See you then!" Maggie gave Sally a smooch on the lips. "You don't mind me kissing you all the time, do you?"
"I like it. I love the way your face lights up when you look at me. It makes me feel like I'm someone special."
"You are very special to me. Don't ever forget that."
"Yes ma'am!"
Maggie kissed the tips of her fingers and waved them at Sally as she turned for the door. "Later!"
Sally chuckled as she watched Maggie stroll to the door. Damn, that lady had a nice butt. Sally shook her head and returned her attention to her schedule book. If she wasn't careful she just might find herself becoming permanently attached to that woman.
Sally grinned with delight. Spending the rest of her life with Maggie Malone would be a wonderful thing indeed.
Maggie was in her office checking the figures of a house offer in Sheboygan when her phone rang. It was Molly. Maggie answered it with a cheerful, "Hey, Molls! What's up?"
"I was making out the seating arrangement for the reception and I need to know about where to sit you."
"I thought the maid of honor sits next to the bride?"
"Of course," Molly said. "However, if you plan to bring a date, I need to know soon so I can arrange accordingly."
"Well, actually, I do plan to bring a date."
"You do?" Molly could not contain the excitement as well as surprise in her voice. "What's his name?"
Maggie audibly cleared her throat and said, "Sally."
"Sally? What kind of name is that?"
"It's a girl's name. Sally Right. She's my dance instructor."
"You're bringing your dance instructor to my wedding?"
"Yes."
There was a long awkward silence on the phone. "As your date?"
"Yes."
"Oh my GOD!" Maggie moaned wretchedly. "I can't believe it! My sister picks my wedding day to come out of the closet!"
"I'm sorry. You asked me to bring someone I could dance with. I invited Sally. I didn't realize it would bother you that much."
"Are you lovers?"
"What!"
"Are you two sleeping together?"
"Not only is that none of your business, but it has nothing to do with what we are discussing."
"It has everything to do with it. It's my wedding day. The one day where everything is all about me. This day is all about the bride. I don't want attention taken away from me by having folks giggle and joke about my sister and her lesbian lover. Oh my God! I'd never live down the shame and embarrassment."
"I'm sorry my inviting a guest is causing you so much distress."
"Don't you see?" Molly implored. "This changes everything."
"How?"
"If I have you seated next to me and this Sally woman sits next to you, people will ask who she is. We'd have to tell them she's your date. There'd be laughter and innuendo and snide comments. My wedding would become one big joke. People won't remember anything about my wedding day except the jokes about my sister and her dyke girlfriend."
"I said Sally was my dance partner, not my sex partner."
"People won't know the difference."
"That's their problem."
There was a long stretch of silent tension across the line. At last Molly asked tentatively, "Do you think she would mind sitting at a table by herself?"
"That seems rather rude; inviting a lady to a reception and leaving her to be all by herself with a bunch of strangers."
"Maybe you can politely uninvite her?"
"That's even worse. I asked the woman to be my guest. Now you want me to take it back because my sister doesn't want her there?"
"I'm sorry, but I don't see any other way around this."
"I do. Find yourself another Maid of Honor."
"What?"
"If having your sister bring a lady friend to your wedding causes you this much anguish, then maybe you better look for my replacement."
"You don't mean that!"
"I do. I care for this woman a great deal and will not hurt her pride by telling her she's not wanted at my sister's wedding. I like her, Molly. I like her a lot. But if it comes down to choosing between her and you, I'm afraid it will have to be her. I love you, little sister, but I wouldn't want your wedding day ruined on my account."
There was a long silence on the line. Molly asked, "Does she really mean that much to you?"
Maggie smiled to herself. "Yes, darling, she does. But it wasn't until this very minute that I realized just how much."
Sally Right looked up from her appointment book and smiled as Maggie entered the front door of the dance studio. "You're early," Sally chirped merrily. "I wasn't expecting you for another half hour."
"Sorry, sweetheart," Maggie responded hesitantly. "I guess the dance lessons are off."
Sally frowned with a puzzled expression. "What? Why?"
"We're not going to the wedding after all."
"Oh? What happened? Did the bride get cold feet?"
"No. I did. I decided not to go."
Miss Right rose and moved around the desk to Maggie. "Why?"
"Because I told her I wanted to bring you as a guest and she got all huffy and hot under the collar. She said it would mess up her seating arrangements."
Sally sat in a chair beside Maggie. "You certainly can't miss your sister's wedding on my account. I don't have to go, you know."
"It isn't just that," Maggie hedged. "I don't want to go without you." Maggie reached over and took Sally's hand in hers.
"Ever since I asked you to be my date, I've been fantasizing what that night would be like. I imagined you and me showing our dance moves to the crowd. I saw my sister smiling and clapping with joy at seeing her sister dance at her wedding and not tripping over my own feet like a klutz." Maggie lowered her eyes to her friend's hand in hers. "I imagined seeing you in a beautiful gown and holding you in my arms." She swallowed hard. "I told my sister about us and she said it would be too embarrassing. That was when I told her that I wasn't going if you weren't."
"Oh honey," Sally mewed. "You didn't have to do that for me."
Maggie raised her eyes to meet Sally's. "I did it for me. I knew I would never have a good time without you. I realized when I was talking to my sister that I was in love with you. I never want to do anything to hurt you, Sally. I love you, Sally Right. I guess I always have been."
Sally smiled warmly and cupped Maggie's cheek with her free hand. "Silly girl." She leaned closer and met Maggie's lips with hers in a gentle tender kiss. Maggie felt all the tension and anxiety drain from her body.
Maggie gazed deeply into Sally's eyes. "I hope this doesn't change things between us. Me being in love with you I mean. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable about it."
"It's okay," Sally chuckled under her breath. "I suspected as much for quite a while now."
"Oh?"
"Yes. The first day you came in and caught me dancing. You said I was the sexiest thing you ever saw."
Maggie grinned. "You still are."
"You're sweet. Then when we danced the waltz, you were afraid to hold me in your arms. I've seen that hesitation before with men. They weren't afraid of doing it wrong. They were afraid I'll realize how much they wanted to hold me and how hard it was for them to hold back. You had that same look of terror, like I would discover how much you wanted to take me into your arms."
"I still do. More than ever." Maggie looked at Sally with concern. "Does it bother you that a student has a tremendous crush on you?"
"Not in the least." Sally's eyes twinkled with playfulness. "In fact, I think it's quite marvelous."
"Me too!" Maggie grinned.
Sally stood with Maggie's hand in hers. "Let's get out of here and go for a drink somewhere."
Maggie rose to her feet and apprehensively chewed her lower lip. "Or we could go to my place."
"Oh?"
Maggie gazed deeply into Sally's eyes. "I have a few moves of my own I want to practice, and I don't mean dancing."
Sally giggled and moved to take Maggie into her arms. "Oh, you do, do you?"
"Yes. But you have to be patient with me. I've never practiced some of these moves before."
Her friend nodded soberly. "Then maybe we can take turns leading."
Maggie smiled and leaned closer to meet Sally's lips with hers. "I'd like that very much."
Maggie didn't talk to Molly for the rest of the week. For the first time in years she skipped their regular Tuesday night meeting. Maggie didn't want to face her sister just yet. She wanted to give Molly some time to think it over. Maggie hated putting her sister on the spot like she did. It wasn't fair to issue an ultimatum, especially when it came to the most important day in the girl's life. But this was important too. Maggie wanted Molly to understand how much Sally Right meant to her. Of course Maggie would eventually back down and go as Molly's Maid of Honor. She certainly couldn't miss her little sister's wedding. Maggie simply wanted to drive home the point that she had finally found someone who meant a lot to her and Molly needed to understand that.
Sally came over to Maggie's place on Monday and spent the night. The same for Tuesday and Wednesday. They decided to skip a night and spend Thursday apart. The ladies were miserable. They both realized how much they enjoyed sharing a bed together. Not just for the sex - which was incredible - but for the intimacy, the cuddling, and the warmth of having a naked body close to you under the covers.
They went out to see a Meryl Streep film on Friday night and held hands in the dark. Afterwards they stopped for frozen custard and sat on a bench in a park looking up at the stars in the night sky. Maggie thought it was perfectly natural to feel Sally's hand in hers. It was if the woman's hand completed her in some way, like Maggie's body was not whole without Sally hand in hers. Maggie realized her feelings for Sally far surpassed mere love. It was a contentment and bliss she never knew was possible. It was as though Maggie had been saving up all of her love for this one special person. Maggie felt her heart open wide with joy and a happiness far beyond her wildest imaginings. Sally Right was the one.
They lay naked in bed after a round of thoroughly satisfying sex. Maggie laid her head on Sally's chest as her lover twirled a lock of red hair in her fingers. Sally mused quietly, "I want you to go to your sister's wedding. I could never live with myself if you missed out on her big day because of me."
Maggie nodded her head on Sally's tummy. "I know. It's so hard, you know? I don't want to hurt either of you."
"You won't, darling. I'll be happy knowing you were having a good time."
"But we're partners."
"Yes. But I believe you're good enough to dance with someone besides me."
"That's not what I meant. We're partners . . . a couple. At least we are in my mind. We should be able to go everywhere together."
Sally nodded to the dark room. "I feel the same way." She stroked her fingers over Maggie's scalp. "I love you, Maggie Malone."
"I suspected as much."
"You did?"
"Yes, from the way you shouted it out just before you climaxed."
Sally chuckled under her breath. "That was passion. This is emotion."
Maggie shifted up onto her elbows and stared down at the woman. "I'm madly in love with you, Sally Right, forever and ever."
Sally smiled and caressed Maggie's cheek with her hand. "The feeling is mutual, girlfriend."
Maggie lowered her lips to meet Sally's. It was the same as what she felt when they held hands. Miss Right completed her. Maggie moved her hand under the sheet to fondle her partner's breast. "Have sex with me again, Sally."
Sally eased Maggie onto her back and moved over her, their mouths locked in a passionate embrace. "I can do better than that," she breathed into Maggie's mouth as she slid her body on top of her. "I will love you, Maggie Malone."
Chapter 5
Molly opened the door to find Maggie standing on the front step. Maggie raised the bottle of merlot in her right hand. "Peace offering?"
"Of course," Molly smiled widely. She took Maggie into her arms and gave her a warm hug. "I never want to fight with my big sister."
"Me either." Molly opened the door wider for Maggie to enter. "I know it isn't Tuesday," Maggie said, "but I believe we have some catching up to do."
"And some important matters to discuss." Molly shut the door behind her. "You still have to be fitted for a formal gown."
Maggie smiled at her. "You still want me to be your Maid of Honor?"
"Of course. There was never anyone else. Imagine how foolish I'd look standing up there during the ceremony all by myself."
Maggie laughed and took Molly into a warm embrace. "I'm so glad!" She leaned back and smiled at her sister. "That was one of the things I wanted to discuss with you. Sally and I talked about it and she's okay with missing out on your wedding."
Molly dismissed Maggie with a wave of her hand as she led the way into the kitchen. "Nonsense. Sally has to come too. I can't have my sister going stag to my wedding." Molly took two wine glasses down from the cupboard. "I know you could never get another date in time."
"This is true."
Molly opened the bottle and poured them each a glass of wine. "You really care about this woman, don't you?"
"I'm in love with her, Molls."
Molly didn't flinch. "I suspected as much when you said you'd drop my wedding for her."
"Sorry about that."
"No worries." Molly lifted her glass in a toast. "To sisters!"
"Best friends forever!" They clinked their glasses together and took a drink.
Molly eyed her sister dubiously. "So . . . you and this Sally woman . . . you two are lovers?"
"Yes, we are."
Molly wrinkled her nose in disgust. "Eeewww!"
Maggie laughed. "Actually, it's pretty amazing. I never realized having sex with a woman could be so incredible."
Molly winced and led the way to the living room. "Please! I don't want to think about my big sister dong the nasty with another lady."
Maggie followed. "Get used to it, sweetheart. Sally and I are in love and plan to stay together for a long time."
Molly sat on the sofa and smiled at Maggie. "That part doesn't bother me. I'm happy you found someone to share your life with. I just don't want to hear all the particulars about your love life in great detail."
Maggie laughed and sat in the chair across from her. "Your fiancé Jeff might. I hear guys enjoy that sort of thing."
Molly winced in revulsion. "Double eeewww!"
Maggie chuckled and relaxed in her seat and took a sip of her wine. "I'm glad we got back together. I missed you terribly."
"I missed you too, big sister," Molly smiled. "Even if you are a little weird."
Chapter 6
Maggie brought Sally to the rehearsal dinner. Molly stopped chatting with an older couple and hurried over to meet them. "Hi, sis!" Molly beamed brightly, taking Maggie in a warm embrace.
"Hello, honey." After a moment Maggie broke from her sister and gestured to her partner. "Molly, this is Sally Right."
Molly gave the woman a wide smile and offered her hand to shake. "I'm so glad you could make it!"
Sally offered a playful scowl. "What's this? We're practically family." She took Molly into her arms and gave her a warm hug.
Molly laughed. "I can see why Maggie is so enamored with you." She broke from Sally's embrace and grinned at her sister. "Not to mention absolutely gorgeous!"
Maggie nodded in agreement. "You'll hear no argument from me."
Sally chuckled and said, "All this praise is making my head spin!"
Molly held Sally's hands and stared earnestly into the woman's eyes. "Seriously, Miss Right, I'm sorry for the misunderstanding we had earlier. I apologize and truly am glad you could come to my wedding. It is a very important day for me and I want to be surrounded by the people that I love." She glanced at Maggie. "You make my sister happy, so that makes me happy. I hope we can be friends from now on."
"I would like that too." Sally took Molly into a fond hug. "This is your special time. I feel honored that I could be a part of it."
Molly's fiancé Jeff appeared at her side. "Maggie! I'm happy you could come."
Maggie smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek. "I wouldn't miss it." She gestured to Sally. "Allow me to introduce my partner, Sally Right."
Jeff smiled and shook Sally's hand. "Pleased to meet you." He glanced at Maggie. "Business partner?"
Molly laughed and patted his arm. "Such an innocent boy you are sometimes!"
The man wrinkled his brow with a puzzled expression. "What did I say?"
Molly giggled and slipped her arm through her boyfriend's elbow. "I'll explain it to you on our honeymoon." She gave Maggie a grin and a knowing wink. "I'm told that guys like that sort of thing."
Molly stood and clinked her champagne glass with her fork. "Can I have your attention, everyone?" she announced. It took a few moments for the murmuring voices among the guests to subside. "Typically it is the responsibility of the Best Man to make the first toast," she continued. "However, since I am the bride and this day is all about me . . ." She had to pause a few seconds for the laughter and muttered jokes. "Today I make the rules, and I am going to make a speech of my own." Silence fell over the room in anticipation of her announcement. "While preparing for this day, we ran into a few obstacles we had to overcome . . . a few road bumps we had to endure. These things happen, and every bride has to roll with the punches and take these difficulties in stride." Molly glanced down at Maggie sitting next to her. "However, there was one challenge I didn't want to face. My sister . . . my very own sister . . . wanted to bring a guest with her and nearly dropped out of the ceremony because I was too blind to see how important this was to her. She wanted to bring a lady friend as her date and all I could see was how embarrassing it might be to me."
Molly smiled down at Maggie. She reached down and took Maggie's hand in hers. "My sister taught me a very important lesson. This day isn't all about me. It isn't all about the bride. It's about love. It's a celebration of love, regardless what form it takes. It's a promise to love someone for the rest of your life, no matter what challenges you face, no matter what the world hurls at you. To be not afraid of what people think and say about you, even if they are your sister." Molly smiled and gave Maggie's fingers a squeeze. "My sister Maggie taught me about love and commitment and to follow your heart no matter what the consequences, to keep that promise you made to hold that one special someone above all others." Molly raised her glass in a toast. "To my big sister, Maggie Malone, who taught her little sister what true love really is. May the love I have for my partner be as strong and enduring as the love you have for yours."
The entire room rose to their feet and lifted their glass in toast to the Maid of Honor. Maggie stood and took her sister into a fond embrace. "Darn you, Molly," Maggie wept with joy. "You made my mess up my mascara."
Molly picked up the phone on the second ring. "Molly Brandeberry."
Maggie chuckled into the phone. "I'm not sure I'll ever get used to the sound of that."
Molly laughed. "Hey, big sister! How are you doing?"
"I just called to catch up with you and find out how married life is treating you."
"Great!"
"How was your honeymoon?"
"Cancun was fabulous! I worked on my tan. Jeff and I went snorkeling along the shore and even tried scuba diving along a coral reef." "Sounds wonderful," Maggie sighed happily. "By the way, I was wondering if you would be able to help me with a project." "Oh? What kind of project? "Something you have experience in. As you know, Wisconsin is a state that allows same sex marriages. Last night Sally popped the question and I said yes."
There was a length of silence on the line. At last Molly responded. "You didn't."
"Yes!" Maggie squealed with delight. "I'm getting married!"
Molly laughed into the phone. "Oh my GOD! I don't believe it!"
"Are you happy for me?"
"What? Are you kidding? Of course I'm happy. I'm ecstatic! Sally is a terrific gal and I know how much you two love each other."
"I'm so glad. Naturally I want you to be my Maid of Honor."
"I'd be offended if I wasn't."
"Good. Plus since you have experience with this kind of soiree, I need to recruit you as my wedding planner."
"Oh my God!" Molly laughed. "This will be so much fun!"
Maggie stated soberly, "Seriously . . . you don't think I've totally lost my mind or anything?"
"Of course not. You're my big sister. I've always looked up to you for guidance and support. In retrospect, maybe that was why I balked when you wanted to invite Sally to my wedding. I've always valued your opinion and tried to follow your example. When I considered you being in that kind of relationship, it threw me for a loop. It made me question everything you ever taught me . . . like you were a flawed role model or something. It was later that I realized you were still the perfect role model. You taught me to be true to myself and stand up for what I believe in, no matter how painful it may be to myself or others."
"I hope I didn't hurt you too much by it."
"Nah. I heard a few snickers about you two at the reception. There was one girl who shall remain nameless who confronted me in the bathroom about it. She said how could I condone such a relationship? In a church and as my Maid of Honor no less? I gave her a withering stare and said, 'Honey, you can believe anything you want. This is my party and I can invite whomever I please.'"
Maggie laughed. "You go girl!"
"And another thing, I said," Molly continued. "You may not approve of her lifestyle, but unlike you, I guarantee my sister's gonna get some tonight."
Maggie guffawed. "You didn't!"
"Hell yes, I did. We Malone girls got to stick together."
Maggie chuckled and said, "What a firebrand you turned out to be!"
"I must get that from my big sister. She's not one to follow the status quo."
"I guess not."
"So this wedding of yours . . . is it mixed couples or ladies only?"
"You nut!" Maggie laughed. "Mixed of course. I couldn't have my sister come without allowing her to bring a date of her own choosing."
Molly chuckled into the phone. "Fair enough."
"One other thing," Maggie added. "There's going to be plenty of dancing at this soiree, so you better sign up for some lessons."
Molly laughed and exclaimed, "Oh my God! Here we go again!" |
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After that first experience, things didn't get too crazy like I was afraid they might. I did meet with Daddy several more times in the next couple months. There were more spankings as he taught me it was better to do as told, that if I resisted things would just get worse. He always made me dress up fem and insisted that I learn to put on makeup properly. He had a way of making me feel that I deserved to be treated like he treated me. If I tried to act at all masculine around him he made sure I knew that wasn't acceptable. He hadn't made me go out in public again and I really appreciated that. To have others see me as a fem boy was my biggest fear and so humiliating.
My job changed somewhat and I ended up working less and less from home. I was a legal assistant to a lawyer with his own practice in the downtown area. He was very successful. Daddy made me tell him about my job, my boss and how things were going. My boss, Mr. Manning, was 52, six foot, two and reminded me of the executives you would see pictured on business magazines. He was divorced and I didn't know much about his private life. He was not the easiest man to get to know or feel very comfortable around.
There were two other guys working for him. They were both a couple years older than I was and had worked for him for over three years. I was with the firm for just over a year. We prepared legal briefs and other paperwork, answered the phones and did whatever he needed us to do. I got along with them ok but we didn't hang out together at all.
Working in the office was not nearly as relaxing as it was when I could do most of my work at home. I found Mr. Manning rather intimidating and when he called me into his office, I had the fight the nervousness I felt and that sometimes led me to make mistakes I shouldn't have made and he didn't hesitate to let me know when he was displeased. The job was very important to me since it paid well and I didn't want to blow it which just made me even more nervous around him. I just couldn't loss this job. I explained this all to Daddy and he told me not to worry, that he would make sure I didn't lose my job. I didn't know how he could guarantee that.
One day, I got an email from Daddy. It read: Stevie you will check into the Sheraton Hotel downtown on Saturday night at seven o'clock. The room will be paid for, just go to the front desk, give them your name and they will give you the key. I have sent the following email to your boss. Send me an email Sunday evening with a picture of yourself dressed waiting for your boss to show up. Don't worry Stevie, if you get fired, I know you will make a good fag whore.
"Mr. Manning, this is Steve from work. I know that my job performance has not been up to par and I was hoping that I could do something to show you how much I need my job and enjoy working for you. I have to admit that I can't get you off my mind. You are the man I wish I could be but I know I could never be a man like you. When we are alone in your office, it's hard for me to even feel very manly at all. It's so hard to admit that but it's true.
I'm going to be in a hotel room at the Sheraton my Saturday night. I was hoping you might come to my room around nine o'clock that night. I know I don't deserve to spend time with you but I have to ask. I'm afraid of losing my job and want to show you I will do ANYTHING to keep that from happening. If you don't want to do this, I totally understand and realize that asking will probably lead to me being fired but I can't stop thinking about you. I want you to see what I'm really like and how badly I need to spend time with a real man like you. Please come show me what you really think of a boy like me. Stevie"
Oh god, how could he do this to me. Mr. Manning will fire me for sure. How can I go to work tomorrow? This is too much. What will I do if I lose my job? Fuck, Fuck. At least tomorrow is Friday so I only have to endure one day. I wonder if he will fire me when I come into the office.
Friday morning and I go into the office dreading every minute of it. I go to my desk and try to settle down but it's so hard. Then I get the call from Mr. Manning wanting me to come to his office. I can feel my face turning red but I know I have to do it. I go knock on his door and he tells me to come in so I do and close the door behind me. I can't look up at him.
'Do you have the Thomas brief completed Steve?'
'Yes Sir, I didn't bring it in with me though.'
'Why don't you be a good boy and go get it for me Steve.'
'Yes Sir,' I answer still not making eye contact. I leave and go get it and bring it to him and set it on his desk.
'Hopefully, you haven't screwed this one up.'
'No Sir, everything is in there.'
'Are you alright Steve? You seem more nervous than normal.'
'I hope everything is ok Sir. Is there anything else?'
'No that will be all,' he says and I turn to walk out. 'You be a good boy Stevie.'
Oh fuck, I shut the door behind me. That left no doubt that he got the email. I feel a little relief that he didn't fire me but he made sure I knew that he had gotten the email. I'm shaking as I sit down at my desk. I barely get anything done the rest of the day but thankfully didn't see Mr. Manning again the rest of the day. I stop on the way home and have a couple drinks trying to calm down then smoke a big joint when I get home. I can't get the thought of tomorrow night off my mind and only sleep a couple hours that night.
Saturday morning and I'm a wreck. Maybe he won't show up. Then I think if he wasn't going to show up, he would have probably been pissed and fired me and that makes me think that he will show up. Oh fuck. How can Daddy do this to me? I stay high all day trying to relax but I can't get it off my mind. It's finally time to leave.
I check in at the Sheraton and go to my room. It's a nice suite and when I go into the bedroom, I see the clothes laid out on the bed. There is a note on the dresser that reads: You better be a good sissy bitch for your boss if you want to keep your job. I'm sure I will get a chance to talk to him in the future to see how well you behaved. I wanted your first time to be special and what can be more special than losing your virginity to your boss. You will do everything and anything he asks of you. Now go take a bath, use the bubble bath and the fem body lotion. Make sure you are totally smooth, I left you some razors. Get dressed and put on your makeup and the perfume. I left some lube by the bed. No condoms for you sweetie. You need to feel his cum in your cunt. Have fun sissy boy. Daddy.
The nightmare continues but I do as I have been told. After showering, I go put on my makeup and by now I'm pretty good at it. A few hard spankings help you learn in a hurry. I go back to the bed and see the white corset and the white nylons. I put the nylons on and pull them up high then put on the corset and tie it as tight as I can like I've been taught then hook the garters from the corset to the nylons. I put on the panties on the bed. They are pink with several rows of white laces running across the ass, definitely sissy panties. There is a pair of pink pumps with three inch spiked heels for me and I put them on. Lastly, there is the sheer pink negligee which comes down to mid thigh.
I go look at myself in the mirror. I look so different. It's not hard to tell I'm a boy but I look like a really pretty sissy boy. The heels make my legs and ass look so different and the corset makes my waist look small. I reach down and tuck my cock back between my legs giving the panties a flat look in the front. I can't stop looking at myself and if it wasn't for the fact that my boss might show up, I would kind of like the way I look.
I go back to the living room of the suite and sit down and smoke the joint I brought with me and I look at the clock. It fifteen till nine. Oh god, how can I do this? Then I remember that I'm supposed to take a picture for Daddy so grab my phone and stand in front of the full length mirror and take several pictures of myself. I'm sure one will come out alright. I sit back down trying to relax.
I jump as I hear a knock on the door. I get up and go to the door and open it a little way and see him standing there in his fancy suit. I open the door standing behind it as much as I can and he comes in and shuts the door behind him.
'My, my. Not what I was expecting Stevie boy.'
'Please call me Steffie,' I tell him, knowing that is what Daddy expects of me.
'Steffie, that's great. I always thought you were gay but I had no idea that you were a sissy. Sit down and try to relax. I've got to think about this.'
I sit down in one of the soft chairs across from him and cross my legs like I have been taught by Daddy. 'Mr. Manning, I'm so sorry about all of this. I know how this has to look but I'm really not even gay. I'm being forced to do this by a man I met online.'
'Really, not gay? Excuse me if that's a little hard to believe. Look at you.'
'I met this guy online and just wanted to try one thing and it all got out of control. Now he has pictures of me and if I don't do as I'm told, he will expose me to my family and everyone.'
'What did you want to try?'
It's so embarrassing to admit this but can it be worse than sitting here dressed up like a sissy boy? 'I wanted to see what it was like to be spanked.' He laughs at me, shaking his head.
'Did you find out Steve, oops Steffie?' he says a smirk on his face.
'Yes Sir.'
'Did you like it?'
'Not really. It hurt a lot more than I was expecting and to get him to stop I had to do other things for him.'
'Like what, dressing up like a fucking girl?'
'Yes Sir,' I answer keeping my eyes down, so humiliated.
'That wasn't all you had to do, was it?'
'No Sir.'
'Tell me sissy boy. Tell me what you had to do.'
'I had to suck his cock Sir.'
'Did he fuck you?'
'No Sir, nothing like that.'
'Fucking amazing,' he says as he is interrupted by the phone in the room ringing. He hesitates and picks it up. 'Hello.'
'Hello, my name is Mike and I arranged this meeting with Steffie for you. I hope you like what you see.'
'Well Mike, it isn't quite what I was expecting. I always thought Steve was a fag but I had no idea that he was a sissy too.'
Laughing, 'I taught that might surprise you. I bet he has been telling you that he's not gay and being forced to do all this.'
'Yes he has been telling me that very thing.'
'Well, it's true. What I do Thomas, is find good looking straight boys and turn them into sissy boys. It's so much more rewarding then working with gay boys. To watch them try to resist and then finally submit is so rewarding. Once they are properly trained, I find men for them to serve. I think a boy like this might interest you.'
'And why do you think I might be interested Mike?'
'Divorced, middle age man, very successful, a real alpha man, this kind of man often enjoys special kind of toys. Toys like Steffie.'
'I have to admit, it is kind of intriguing. I have never really thought about something like this but it's something to think about.'
'Absolute control of another. The feeling of power can be quite intoxicating. And that doesn't even factor into the financial gains a situation like this presents. A sissy like Steffie can be a virtual ATM. You would be surprised how much demand there is for a pretty sissy like Steffie.'
I'm so nervous, sitting there listening to the conversation, knowing it must be Daddy on the other end of the line.
'Really?'
'Yes Thomas. If a man desires to turn his sissy out, they can be very valuable. I mean big money. One boy I sold last year earned well into six figures for his Master. It's time to talk business. I will sell you Steffie for $10,000 and trust me, that's a bargain price.'
'Sell him.'
'Yes, he will belong to you and you can make sure he does as he is told. I will include a portfolio of pictures of him and a thirty day money back guarantee. Also, I will provide supplemental training of him free of charge if you don't think he is performing up to the standard you are expecting.'
'Fuck, that's crazy. You really sell boys like Steve?'
'Yes and I have many very satisfied customers.'
'I don't know Mike. It all seems rather unreal.'
'Let me send you a couple pictures Thomas.'
I see Mr. Manning take his cell phone from his pocket. When he looks he sees a picture of me, standing in a corner, nothing on but a corset with my panties pulled down below my ass cheeks. My ass is a bright red and my face is turned back towards the camera and you can tell I have been crying. The second picture shows me with cum all over my face. My tongue is out trying to lick up any cum it can reach. I sit there wondering what he is looking at on his phone, thinking it could be pictures Daddy has taken of me.
'Interesting Mike.'
'Yes Thomas. You will be surprised the feeling you will have the first time you have a boy crying like a little sissy, begging you to stop, offering to do anything if you will stop spanking them,' he says laughing. 'Giving me a hard on just thinking about it.'
'I don't know Mike. It's a lot of money and I don't know how it would really work.'
'I will call you tomorrow night for your answer. Now please let me talk to Steffie.'
Mr. Manning hands me the phone. 'Hello.'
'Hello Steffie. I have offered you to Mr. Manning. It is up to you to make sure that he wants to buy you from me. If he decides he doesn't want you and sends you back to me I will realize that my training wasn't successful and further measures are needed. The first thing I will do is remove your balls. Then you will be sold to a man in either Africa or the Middle East. American white boys are in high demand over there. I like you and wanted to give you a chance to be with a man such as your boss. It's up to you to make sure he wants to buy you from me,' he tells me and hangs up. He smiles to himself knowing he would never do that but the boy doesn't know that.
I can't believe what just happened. I thought things were out of control before but I never expected something like this. Sell me? How can he do this? I think about what he said if Mr. Manning didn't buy me. I can't let that happen. It's all I can do to not start crying. I look over at Mr. Manning and see his staring at me. I know what I must do. I stand up and go over and kneel in front of him.
'I can't stop thinking about you Sir. I am so happy Daddy is offering me a chance to be with a man like you. I promise I will do anything you want me to do and I will be a good boy, or girl, whatever you want Sir. You can punish me if I disappoint you. Please Sir. Do you want me to suck your cock? I really want to,' I tell him, knowing how my begging must sound. He just looks at me then suddenly he slaps me so hard I almost fall over.
'I've been wanting to do that for a long time Steve. Now thank me and ask me to slap you other cheek even harder.'
Tears start to flow but I just think about what Daddy said he would do to me so I straighten up and look up at him. 'Thank you Sir, will you slap me again even harder, I know I deserve it.' He just looks at me then slaps my other cheek even harder. I fall to the side, tears flowing, it really hurt. I look up at him. 'Thank you Sir.' He stands up in front of me.
'Suck my cock faggot.'
I reach up and unfasten his pants and pull them down. I can see his cock outlined in the silk jockeys he has on. It looks big. I lean over and start licking it through the material and can feel it getting harder. I lick his cock head through his jockeys getting them all wet then pull his jockeys down and let his cock hit my cheeks. I run my tongue all over the head of his cock and then suck it into my mouth. I take it deeper and deeper till I feel it slide into my throat. I don't stop till my nose is pressed into his pubic hair. Daddy has trained me to be a good cocksucker and I heard Mr. Manning moan when his cock entered my throat.
Then I start sucking him. I suck as I pull my mouth back almost taking his cock out of my mouth then slowly suck him all the way in again. I do this several times and then feel his hands take my head and he starts controlling the action. It's not long till he's face fucking me hard. I hear him moaning then feel his cock harden as he pulls my face hard into his crotch and feel his cum shoot into my throat. He pulls back and shoots the rest of his cum into my mouth.
'Don't swallow faggot. I want to see your mouthful of my cum.'
My eyes watering hard from the face fucking and when he pulls his cock from my mouth, I lean my head back, open my mouth wide and show him my mouthful of cum.
'Stir it around with your tongue bitch. Taste my cum you fucking sissy fag.'
I do as he says and look up at him. The look on his face leaves no doubt that he enjoyed treating me like he did.
'Ok bitch, swallow.'
I swallow the big mouthful of cum and look down at the floor. The tears flow as I just kneel there in front of him.
'You are a very talented cocksucker Stevie. I hope your boy pussy is just as satisfying. Get your ass up and go fix me a drink. We need to talk.'
I go over to the bar in the suite and fix him a scotch and water and bring it back hand it to him and then I kneel down in front of him, lower my head and stay quiet. He has fastened his pants back up.
'You know what is happening here don't you Steve?'
'Yes, he is trying to sell me to you.'
'Yes, he is and I have to decide if that is something I want.'
'Please Sir. I will try really hard to please you. I will do anything you want me to do. I will dress anyway you want me to dress and if you want me to be a sissy for you, I will do it and try to act very feminine for you. Please Sir, I won't disappoint you.'
'And if I decide I want you to please others?'
'I will do it Sir and make sure to please them.'
'No more hiding at work that you are a fag Stevie. I would expect you to leave no doubt from your mannerism that you are gay. Not just gay but I'm sure you have watched enough videos to see how the flaming fag boys act. That is what I would expect of you.'
'Yes Sir, I would do that for you.' How did it get to this? One email online and see where it has led me. I feel I no longer have any control of my life. I can't keep from crying and I can feel him looking down at me, not saying anything. Finally, he stands up.
'Follow me.'
I start to get up to follow him but he tells me to crawl so I crawl behind him as he goes into the bathroom.
'Take me cock out faggot. I have to piss.'
I take his cock out and wait for him to move to the commode.
'Do you think I should have to piss in the toilet boy? I thought you said you would do anything to please me. Watching you drink my piss would please me faggot.'
Oh fuck. How can I do that? Is he testing me? What if I refuse? Can I take that chance? I move in front of him and take his cock in my hand and bring it to my lips and open my mouth. 'Please piss in my mouth Sir.'
'Are you sure Stevie? I mean what kind of boy does that?'
'A faggot boy like me Sir. I really want to drink your piss.'
'Then drink bitch,' he says as he pisses in my mouth then moves to where his piss is sprayed all over my face. Then he pulls my head till his cock is in my mouth and continues pissing. I try to drink it but he is pissing so fast a lot flows out of my mouth and down onto the floor. He finally stops pissing and tucks his cock away.
'Lick up the piss you spilled on the floor. Wash out your mouth and come back into the living room.'
He stands there for a minute watching me lean down and I start licking up his piss.
'Absolutely amazing. What a fucking fag bitch,' he says walking away.
I finally get it all licked up and get up and look at myself in the mirror. I wash out my mouth and wipe the piss off my face. My makeup has run all over my face and the pink lipstick I had on is smeared around my lips. I look like such a whore. I get down and crawl back into the living room and stop at his feet. 'Thank you Sir for letting me drink your piss.'
I've decided to buy you Stevie. You do come with a thirty day money back guarantee after all. Right now, I find you pathetic and totally disgusting. You will wear panties to work from now on and first thing you will do in the mornings is come in and give me a blow job. We will discuss the changes in your work responsibilities Monday when you finish blowing me. You will now refer to me as Master anytime we are alone and other times when I think it's appropriate. Now kiss my shoes and thank me.
I bend over and kiss each of his shoes. 'Thank you Master.'
He leaves and I just stay on my knees and think about what I have become. After a while, I go shower, get dressed, bag up the feminine clothes and go home. I go through the pictures I took of myself and send him the one I like best and tell him that I think Mr. Manning wants to buy me. I barely sleep not being able to put what happened out of my mind. Having to act really gay in front of my coworkers and clients that come to the office will be so humiliating.
I get up shower and start to get ready for work and remember him telling me I have to wear panties. I have a pair of pink panties Daddy brought over for me and slip them on. Then I finish getting dressed putting on one of my suits. As I'm riding the elevator up to his office, I'm so nervous that I can barely stand still. I walk into the office and to my cubicle but my desk is gone. I look around and see it sitting in front of Mr. Manning's office. A name plate is on the desk and I wince as I see Stevie in the name plate. I go sit down and can see the other two guys watching me. I put my stuff away and knock on Mr. Manning's door.
'Come in,' I hear and I go into his office shutting the door behind me. 'Hello Stevie, did you get a good night's sleep? I know I did.'
'Not really Sir, I'm very nervous about all this.'
'How did I tell you I expected you to act when at work Stevie?'
'I'm supposed to act like I'm gay Sir.'
'Are you doing that?'
'No Sir, I'm sorry.'
'Take your jacket and tie off. No more suits for you at work. You will go buy some new long sleeved shirts. They will be in pastel colors, pink, yellow, green, baby blue and in a more feminine type of material.'
'Yes Sir,' I answer knowing what kind of shirts he is talking about.
'You can get them when you are out buying your panties. I expect to see very sexy panties on you Stevie,' he tells me as he gets up and goes and sits in one of the straight chairs in front of his desk. 'Now, take your slacks down and get over my knees. You didn't behave as you were told so you will be punished.'
Oh god. I can't believe he is going to spank me here. I know the others can't help but hear it but after taking my jacket and tie off, I unfasten my slacks and push them down below my ass and go over and lay across his lap.
'What pretty pink panties sissyboy,' he says as he grabs them and pulls them up hard pulling the material into my ass crack exposing my ass cheeks. Then he spanks me. It was really hard but lasted long enough my ass felt on fire before he finished. I wasn't crying out loud but tears were running down my cheeks. 'Maybe now you will behave like the fag boy you are. Now get off my lap and suck my cock.'
I get down between his legs and take his slacks down and suck his cock. It's much like the blow job I gave him last night but when he came he came in my mouth. I didn't swallow his cum and he pushed me away.
'Show me the cum faggot.' I open my mouth and show him my mouthful of his cum. 'You don't swallow without permission boy, now go ahead.'
I swallow his big load and just stay on my knees as he gets up, fastens his slacks and goes back to his desk chair.
'You will no longer be doing legal briefs or research. You will answer the phone, make copies and do other duties that will be your responsibility as my personal secretary. You will receive a twenty percent raise but you will not share that information with anyone. You will need to the extra money for the clothes I will expect you to buy. You will also travel with me when I go out of town. Do you understand Stevie?'
'Yes Sir,' I answer wiping the tears from my face.
'Good, also go buy yourself some tighter fitting slacks. You have such a nice ass, you need men to see it. It will be good for business. Don't forget again, you are gay, walk like it, talk like it and act like it or the spankings will get worse. Now get dressed and go out to your desk and be a good little boy for your Master.'
I get up and fasten my slacks, grab my jacket and tie and go back to my desk. I see both the other guys looking at me and whispering back and forth. Finally, Brad comes over and asks me what's going on.
I answer trying to sound gay, 'Mr. Manning wants me to be his personal secretary. I will answer the phones now and not do any of the legal paperwork anymore,' I tell him, so embarrassed as I see him just stare at me for a few seconds and then walks away and goes over to Chris and starts talking to him. I see Chris look over at me then he starts listening to Brad again. I know what they have to think. I just sit there on my sore ass thinking about how my life has changed. There's nothing I can do about it. If Mr. Manning is displeased with me and sends me back to Daddy then things will be so much worse. I have to reach up and wipe a couple tears off my face again.
Can things get any worse. I guess I will have to wait to find out and you will have to wait too. Hope you like my story. |
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] | Where do you go when you've lost everything, your employment, worldly possessions, reputation, and even your self-respect?
Do you seek shelter and solace from an ex-wife, an ex-girlfriend or a best friend? Not if you have none of those.
Lack of time had prevented me from having more than a brief, passing relationship with the opposite sex, and marriage had never been a consideration. The friendships I had formed on my way to the top crumbled on my way down. My 'way to the top' took five years; my 'way down' took forty seconds.
"Clifford, Mr. Siegel wants to see you in his office," Miss Gloria Fletcher whispered in my ear, backing away before I turned to question her.
"Me?" I asked, whispering too. Miss Fletcher nodded.
Much later that night, I reflected on the ten seconds it took Miss Fletcher to whisper in my ear and the next thirty seconds it took me to walk past my fellow brokers. That's how it's done at Cutter, Crescent, and House; Miss Fletcher comes and whispers into your ear. I wondered if that was her only function in the company. Her presence on the floor was dreaded; her whisper in the ear was like the kiss of death; it announced to everyone that the broker being whispered to was being shown the door.
Mr. Siegel graciously handed my severance check to me and advised that I find another line of work, something outside the scrutiny of the Securities Exchange Commission.
I could have told him I had operated within company guidelines, but we both knew that wasn't exactly true. My methods had made the company a lot of money. Why couldn't he have let me off with a warning? That wasn't possible. The company was in trouble with the SEC and I was the scapegoat. Like I had seen many times before, I was out on my ear.
Why hadn't I seen this coming and prepared for it? The money had been good, but my expensive tastes had put me in debt. If I could avoid my creditors, the small severance check would barely get me through the month,
In the next few days, I saw my car being towed away, my ATM cards voided, and the utilities in my apartment turned off. The final straw was when my cell phone stopped working.
What to do? Where do you go when you've lost everything? You can't go home, can you?
My brother met me at the bus station. His handshake was powerful, making me recall the reason I had let my gym membership elapse; lack of time.
"What brings you back to Millville, Cliff?" Dave asked as he tossed my expensive luggage in the back of his truck, next to a can of gasoline. Was that a tone of sarcasm in his voice?
"Sorry I didn't make it to your wedding, Dave," I apologized, avoiding his question.
"That's okay. We understood you were busy. Say, that was a nice gift you sent."
I remembered asking the department secretary to shop for the gift, but she didn't tell me what she had selected for my brother and his new wife. What was the bride's name, anyway? Did I know her?
"I hear you had a kid!"
"It wasn't me. Tracy did all the work," Dave laughed, before adding, "Jerry's learning to crawl."
Dave is three years older than me and has always been my biggest supporter. When it came time for college he elected to stay at home and work, telling the folks to send me instead. At thirty-one, he looked fit and contented.
"Marriage seems to agree with you," I commented.
"We'll have you over as soon as you get settled. Tracy's dying to meet you and you'll get a kick out of Jerry. He's at the age when kids begin to recognize the difference between their uncle and the dog."
We were driving through our old neighborhood and Dave filled me in on the changes that had taken place. "The Petersons added on right before he got transferred to Cleveland. A couple named Newman moved in. You must remember the Harrison family? I'm still cutting their grass after all these years."
Dave and I started a landscaping business when we were young. He stuck with it; I went to college.
"How's business?" I asked, to be courteous.
"Couldn't be better, I keep three crews busy and that's mainly cutting grass, but the real money is in landscape design, stone walls, walks, arbors, that sort of thing. I'm doing more and more in Brentwood. Those people don't mind spending real money on a quality job."
"That's great, Dave. I'm glad you've got everything going your way."
We were pulling into the drive at our parent's house.
"What brings you to Millville? You didn't say."
If there was anyone I could level with, it was Dave. He was not only my older brother; he was probably my best friend in the world right now. "I'm between jobs, Dave. I decided to take some time to recharge my batteries and the old home town seemed a good place to do it."
He was handing me my luggage. I didn't expect him to carry it into the house but... "Aren't you coming inside?"
"We're a man short today. I've got to get back to work," he shouted, already backing his truck out of the drive. "Welcome home, Cliff, we'll be in touch."
That's the last I saw of Dave for three days. Was he staying away to let me get adjusted? Or had he surmised that I was going to be between jobs for a long time and was here to sponge off mom and dad until I could find a way to resurface in another city, under an assumed name?
Mom and Dad welcomed me with open arms, keeping their curiosity to themselves. Mom's question, "how long can you stay with us, Honey?" was the nearest they got to what you would call meddling.
"As long as you can put up with me," I answered, jokingly.
My brother brought his family over on Saturday night to meet the black sheep, me. I was a little relieved when it became apparent that I didn't know Tracy. She had moved to town a few years after I left. The kid was alert, but when they left, I didn't expect him to recognize me the next time we met.
I walked around to reacquaint myself with the town. Millville, as the name would imply, was located on a river that powered the machinery back in the days when fabric was produced there. The town had been a thriving community until the production of wool and cotton moved south and the mills stood empty. The town's population decreased steadily over the next century and some of the mill buildings were torn down. The town was all but forgotten when the company that employed my dad decided to move its electronics business into one of the mill buildings. That was twenty-five years ago and my dad still works for the same company. Other companies have followed suit, and that brought more people to our little town, more lawns for Dave to maintain.
After two weeks at home, I was becoming bored. The town was smaller than I remembered, and the people who recognized me, while friendly, had nothing in common with me.
One thing that set me off from the townspeople was my clothes. Three piece suits and Italian shoes just didn't fit in Millville. I had nothing else to wear, so I stopped going for walks. I began to feel sorry for myself.
And then the first of several telephone calls interrupted my already troubled existence. One of the credit card companies had found me; I put them off, but when the third call came for me, my parents suggested that I move to the basement.
Eventually they found out who was calling. "How bad is it, Cliff?" they wanted to know.
"In numbers, or the toll it's taking on my stomach? Are you asking how much I'm in debt, or how near I am to taking my own life?"
Dad and Mom handled this the same way they handled any family crisis. Downstairs bath clogged; call Dave. Car won't start; call Dave. Checkbook won't balance; call Dave. Number two son considering suicide; call Dave.
Big brother arrived, and when he asked, 'how bad is it?' I was forced to spell it out for him. Dave and I talked until midnight. Well, he did most of the talking, asking questions, which I willingly answered. He didn't criticize my behavior, although I'm sure he would have liked to beat some sense into me. It was good to have someone to pour my heart out to.
"Be ready at seven AM. We'll have breakfast," he said as he was leaving.
I agreed to have breakfast with him, although I can't remember the last time I ate anything that early. What else was there to talk about? I had told him everything. Wasn't he supposed to offer some suggestions?
"You're early," I complained, when he shook me the next morning. It was ten minutes before seven.
"Put these on," he said, throwing a shirt and pair of short pants on the bed. The shirt had 'Dave's Landscaping Service' on the back.
"I'm not..."
"Wear your fancy running shoes. I'll wait in the truck."
I didn't like this one bit. Landscaping with my brother was one of the reasons I had applied myself in college. This was his answer to my problems? Besides, his pants didn't fit me.
That was the second of May, two summers ago. By June, I had lost ten pounds and was working full time with Jesus. He was the boss of our two-man crew, but since he didn't have a driver's license, driving the truck fell to me. In July, when the immigration authorities caught up with Jesus, I was given a college kid as the second member of my crew.
Duane wasn't exactly a college kid yet. He was just out of high school and headed to college the third week of August. During the five weeks we worked together, we talked about college and girls, but nothing more personal. When he left for school, I considered us friends. He promised to write and tell me how he was doing in school. "Fuck school, tell me how you're doing with the girls," I joked.
"Will you still be here next summer?" Duane asked. "Maybe we can work together."
"I don't think so, Duane."
I was putting out feelers, looking for a firm that would take me on as a rookie. Dave was sending my pay directly to the credit card companies and although it would take forever to pay them off, we were making a solid dent in what I owed.
Landscaping had changed since Dave and I used to push our mowers down the block to mow the neighbors' lawns and wait around after we finished to be paid. For one thing, the mowing machines were much larger and a two-man crew required other equipment that filled a trailer and a truck to pull it from job to job. The lawns in Brentwood were larger than the old neighborhood and the customers were more particular about the impression their lawn made on their neighbors.
"You're doing great, Cliff," Dave complimented me, when I complained about having to work alone. I was working long hours, six days a week, and had no time for a personal life, not that my brother would give me any spending money to have one.
"The housewives are the worst. They watch me out of their windows and come running out if they even think I'm getting too close to their shrubbery or flowerbeds."
"I haven't heard any complaints. The ladies may just want to come outside and admire your physique. The labor has been good for your body and you'll soon be free and clear of debt. I'm sorry you got yourself in debt, but having someone I can trust has been a blessing for me."
"Am I really that close to being out of debt?"
My brother never could keep anything from me. He grinned. "We're almost there. With the added hours, you'll be getting a weekly allowance and if you keep your customers happy, there'll be a nice bonus when the season is over."
I worked the long hours with a renewed pride, taking time to double check my work before leaving each job. Dave kept his word and one hundred dollars had not felt so 'fat' in my wallet for a very long time.
When things slowed down, my hours were cut back to the point that I had time to reflect on the changes in my life. My pay was a fraction of what I had made in the stock market, but for the first time in years I was debt free. I asked a girl I knew out on a date.
Julie and I had been friends in high school. Like me, she had returned to Millville, moved back into her old room, and taken a job at the library. We went to a movie and for a pizza afterward.
"What happened to you, Cliff?"
I was seeing a new side of Julie, quite different from the reserved girl I knew back in high school. The old Julie would never have asked such a direct question.
"I climbed a tree and couldn't get back down. What happened to you, Julie?"
For a second, she stared at the floor before looking directly at me. "I got swept out to sea and barely survived a stormy marriage."
I liked being with her and we dated again, avoiding further discussion of the things we feared most, height and storms.
"Why are your hands so rough, Cliff?"
It seemed natural to reach for her hand and I guess my hand did feel rough in hers. She had library hands, small and smooth.
"My brother has me building a wall."
"Doesn't he supply gloves?"
"He does, but I don't wear them when I work with stone because I need to feel the weight and shape."
Julie frowned and ran her hand over the nicks and crannies created in my fingers by the stone's sharp edges. "It's getting too cold to go without gloves."
The wall I was building was shaping up nicely. Both Dave and the customer admired my work, saying I must have lain stone in a past life. I declined Dave's offer of help; preferring to work alone. To me, the wall was a work of art.
Julie invited me to Sunday dinner. I hesitated to accept until she assured me that it wasn't a 'meet-the-family' dinner. "I've been through one storm. You don't hear thunder, do you?"
Her father took me aside after the meal. "I hear you're a financial wizard, Cliff."
"I'm no longer active, Sir," I answered, careful not to ruin his opinion of me; being called a financial wizard was almost as good as being praised for my wall building skill.
Mr. Lambert let the subject of finances drop and we talked about the weather. He mentioned that his company was requesting bids for snow plowing and I agreed to have Dave drop by his company to see him.
Talking to Mr. Lambert was just like talking to his daughter, free and easy. My dates with Julie were always casual, usually a movie, followed by pizza or a drink in the local pub. She was fun to be with and we could talk about almost anything, except past relationships. As the weeks passed, our goodnight kisses became longer, but I didn't press her for more. I liked the way she reached for my hand in the movie theater or rubbed up against me while we were waiting to be seated at a restaurant.
"My dad's having trouble allocating his retirement funds," she said one night when we stopped for a drink. "I think he would like your advice."
"I'm completely out of the business, Julie. I haven't even looked at a trade journal in months."
"The company's changing their investment plan and he doesn't want to make a mistake, not this near to retirement."
"I guess I could look at the options as long as he understands that I can't advise him." It was the least I could do; Mr. Lambert had awarded his company's snow plowing contract to my brother.
"That will be sweet of you, Cliff."
Julie had let her hair down, both literally and figuratively. Gone were the long 'library' braids and her tongue fought mine when we kissed goodnight. It was the middle of January and too cold to linger at her front door. Living at home had its disadvantages.
All this changed the week after I consulted with Mr. Lambert regarding his retirement investments; it snowed.
The snow set new records in Millville. We couldn't keep up with the downfall with pickup trucks and had to use Dave's dump truck with the bed full of sand for traction. He drove and I manned the cell phone, and I drove while he served as my guide. We operated that way on very little sleep for three days and nights, not daring to let the other one go out alone.
During those three days and nights, Dave and I talked constantly, telling each other things about ourselves that we would never have revealed if it hadn't been for the fear of falling asleep at the wheel.
I also got to know my sister-in-law. Tracy relayed calls from people needing plowing done, and we kept her up to date on our progress so she could prepare an invoice as soon as we finished a job.
"Why was your phone busy, Clifford? Was that Julie calling again?"
"She's just trying to do her part by helping to keep us from falling asleep."
"Alright, how many jobs did you finish while talking to Julie?" Tracy asked, feigning irritation that Julie tied up the line so long.
When the plowing was done, we had dozens of grateful customers, all vowing to use us for their landscaping needs in future.
Tracy gave me orders to send her husband home and for me to go home and get some sleep. "I'll ring Julie and let her know you're safely off the road."
It was six AM when I got home. My mother offered to make me something to eat, but all I wanted to do was go to bed. She and my dad must have left for work about seven. I was awakened by a tapping on the basement window.
"What time is it?" I asked, as I opened the back door for Julie and noticed her slacks were covered with snow.
"It's my lunchtime. You didn't answer the front door," she said, already removing her boots and dropping them next to her coat.
Returning to bed was all I could think of. Why was she taking her slacks off? As sleep deprived as I was, I still couldn't help but notice her legs; they were bare and very shapely. Why was she following me downstairs?
Almost mechanically, I got into bed and would have fallen back to sleep if it hadn't come to me that Julie was removing her sweater.
"I haven't shaved in three days."
"I don't care," Julie said, slipping her bra off. Was I dreaming? Her breasts were lovely.
"I haven't showered for a long time."
"I don't care," she said, as she added her panties to the stack of clothes and slipped in bed next to me.
It wasn't a dream; I was wide awake.
My parents came home and found Julie's coat, boots, and slacks in a puddle of melted snow. We woke up and made love for the second time before taking a much needed shower.
While eating a late night supper, Julie admitted that she had hardly slept either. She called her parents to tell them she was going to stay the night with me. Our families couldn't have been more pleased that we had found each other.
When spring came, we hired more people and I was made supervisor because Dave was kept busy quoting new business. Duane was surprised to see me still working for my brother when he came home from college. I told him that I had changed my mind; "You can go home." |
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] | Morning dawned beneath a low layer of clouds that made the view out his window seem dreamlike. Sean looked down at Elizabeth’s sleeping form and he grinned. “Maybe it is a dream.”
Elizabeth stirred at the sound of his voice and smiled. “It’s cold. Get under here and keep me warm,” she said with her eyes lightly shut.
Sean was more than happy to oblige. No matter how often they slept together, he never tired of the feeling of her skin on his. He ran his fingers along her body, tracing imaginary figures over her hip and ass. He rubbed his morning stubble along her cheek, causing the woman in his arms to growl discontentedly. Sean felt nails digging into his back in retaliation. He growled back at her, raking his course features over her face as he kissed her roughly along her neck. Her skin grew pink and tender with his abrasive rubbing, making her appreciate his soft lips even more when he deigned to use them alone. As she clawed at Sean more desperately, he redoubled his efforts.
Sean ran his face down her body, gripping her firmly as she writhed beneath him. When he alighted on the tops of her breasts she moaned approvingly and rubbed her thighs against his. Sean chuckled warmly and returned the favor, leaning his weight down between her legs. He played with her firm breasts, alternately kissing and fondling each of them. One of the joys of sleeping with Elizabeth was the likelihood of finding her frisky in the morning. She always appreciated his morning erection and this time was no exception.
Before long Elizabeth was moaning happily from his attention and Sean could feel the resulting dampness on his thigh as he rubbed. However, he was nowhere near done playing with the perfect globes in his hands and mouth. He took his time running his tongue over a nipple and then switching to the other one while a free hand ran light circles over the freshly exposed tip. He had heard that it was possible for some women to orgasm from breast-play alone and although he didn’t think Elizabeth was one of them, Sean was determined to find out for certain.
Elizabeth shocked him when she took the initiative by firmly grasping his member and guiding it into her steaming depths. The position was awkward, forcing Sean to abandon her breasts, so he shifted his attention to what was happening at the mingling of their hips. He pulled forwards, plunging himself deeper and causing his beautiful lover to gasp in pleasure. Her brown eyes darkened in hunger and the sight along with her long black hair splayed about her in a wide halo fueled Sean to even further heights of desire. He was now able to keep his pace long and steady since his hip joint had time to recuperate. Sean held his lips to Elizabeth’s as she gasped into his mouth when a whimpering cry was uttered from her lips. She shuddered and Sean could feel her rippling with an orgasm down below. Sean slowed his pace as sweat dripped down his brow. If he weren’t careful he’d let loose himself but he wasn’t ready just yet. He didn’t fully enjoy himself unless Elizabeth came at least two or three times.
Elizabeth wrapped her legs around Sean after he felt the steam in his groin diminish enough for him to pick up the pace. She groaned at his redoubled efforts and thrust up her hips to meet his own downward lunges. Her groaning grew in pitch as her hips sped up, forcing Sean to keep up in a blur of movement. She wailed and cried out Sean’s name with every forceful collision. Her pussy grasped his cock and seemed to suck at it as if her very life depended on it. The sensation was too much for Sean and he sprayed her insides with a triumphant roar. Elizabeth clamped down on him hard and shook with her own violent orgasm as her eyes rolled back into her head. Their bodies locked in a rictus of pleasure with muscles strained so tightly Sean was certain that a bone or two would snap.
Sean collapsed atop his lover with a final shuddering spurt. He rolled over and cuddled up next to his lover. Elizabeth murmured something but he didn’t quite catch it.
“I said after the bout of sex last night, one would think that would be enough. I wonder if it’ll taper off after we’re married.”
“Not likely. You keep inspiring me to all new heights,” Sean commented. “After we have the baby, who knows? It might get even better.”
Elizabeth playfully slapped him and then settled into his comforting arms again. “Sean, are you sure about what you just said? About a baby, I mean.”
Sean looked down at her and hugged her tighter. “Of course I am. I want one as badly as you do.”
“But,” she hesitated. “Do you think you’re ready for that big of a change? A baby is a big thing. I mean, you’re still young…”
“Let’s not get started on the whole age bit again,” he chided. “We’ve been over that already. By my friends’ standards I’m already an old man. I mean, the woman I love and my two best friends, Eric and Vanessa, all have a decade on me.”
“Don’t remind us,” she groaned.
Sean smiled. “Look. I am ready for a baby. I’m actually looking forward to it; to show a new life what wonderful things there are in the world, to be a father. Yes, I’m ready for that. And let’s put it this way. We’re rich. If I wanted to I could stop going to school to help raise our kid. It’s doable.”
“Sean, you don’t really mean that. You’ve worked hard for your biochemistry degree.”
“That can come in time. We’ll only have an opportunity like this now.”
Before she got too old, Elizabeth knew he was thinking but was not saying. He was putting his dreams on the shelf for her sake. True, financially they could manage but putting Sean’s degree on hold was an entirely different matter. But Elizabeth wanted a baby badly as well. She didn’t know what to think.
Sean interrupted her thoughts. “Look, let’s put it this way. Grad students raise families all the time and they usually have the hardest time balancing raising the baby, studying for classes, and going to work. With our financial position we don’t have to worry about the latter. To top it off in the other case, both parents are grad students. All I’ll have to worry about is class and all you’ll really have to worry about is work. Between the two of us we’ll give our child plenty of time and love. There’s only one problem that I can’t get over, though.”
“What’s that?”
“How are we going to prevent Eric, Vanessa, and your parents from spoiling our baby rotten?”
They both laughed.
\*\*\*
Sean let out a satisfied breath as he thumbed off his cell phone. “It’s done.”
“What is?” Elizabeth asked, looking up from her sandwich. They were having lunch and, as always, Elizabeth was comfortably sitting in his lap as they ate.
“I just got a call from our real estate agent, Kathryn. The paperwork’s been cleared. The house is ours and we can move in.” Sean watched as a great burden lifted off of his fiancée’s shoulders and the grateful smile stretch across her face.
“That’s some of the best news I’ve heard,” she beamed a warm look his way and beyond into some not so distant future. “It’s really starting to come together now.” She put down her sandwich and snuggled in Sean’s arms. “Our wedding, our home, and our future.”
Sean gave her a warm squeeze. He couldn’t express in words just how relieved he was now that they could get on with their lives. He just kissed her and let it go at that, letting his lips express what words would only mangle. The next step to take would be preparing their nest. Sean was fond of his apartment but after spending so much time at Elizabeth’s house he had gotten used to having much more space. Sean grinned. Speaking of which, he couldn’t wait to see the look on his lover’s face when he showed her some of the remodeling he snuck in behind her back.
“Well, let’s get cracking,” Sean announced. He called up the moving company that they planned on using before and was very glad to find out that they could begin within the week. They were going to be very busy in the next few days.
They finished their light lunch and cleaned up before getting things organized. A list had already been drawn on how to go about packing and the essentials of the things they were going to need. Eric and Vanessa came over in the evening and lent them a hand. Sean’s clothes hadn’t been much of a problem; he didn’t have much. Elizabeth also had most of her clothes squirreled away with her surviving furniture in a storage unit. Sean stepped into the other bedroom and knew that his work was cut out for him. The weapons racks would be difficult to dismantle and the proper temporary storage of his weapons would be more than a trifle task. He would take care of that last.
“Sean?” He turned around at the sound of his fiancée’s voice. “What are we going to do about your mural?”
He hadn’t given it much thought yet but did so now. “I don’t know. Maybe roll it up and save it for now. The fixative that I sprayed it with should protect it, at any rate. As for displaying it again,” Sean looked at his fiancée, “I’m not lonely anymore. I can put those images behind me from now on.”
Elizabeth smiled at him and stepped into his arms. “You know I’m also very busy with the wedding plans. And now you’re throwing in all this work on moving into our new house. We’re going to be terribly busy. I’m not sure if I’ll have enough energy at the end of the day for our usual evening recreational activities.”
“Well, since I’m sure you’ll be very tired I suppose I can just help you relax a little by giving you a massage every night.”
“Mmmm. I thought you’d see it my way.”
“Love you, too.”
\*\*\*
The week had seen Sean and Elizabeth through the hectic process of moving into their new house. Elizabeth was at the same time pleasantly surprised and mildly annoyed at Sean’s minor remodeling of their closets. He had a contractor come in and knock down the wall partitioning the two closets and moved it over so that one was larger than the other. Elizabeth was pleased with the larger closet space, as Sean knew she would be, as most women would be. However, she saw right through his ploy and huffed about him curtailing her expansion plans for his wardrobe. He knew she was poised to fill the closet with clothes of her own choosing. Of course, Sean played it innocently and said that she needed the space. He forged ahead and mentioned that the carpenter would be back in a few weeks to put in a shoe rack for her as well. She grumbled slightly at his going over her head and then soundly kissed him in thanks. Sean couldn’t be more pleased with himself.
Vanessa and Eric were a big help in getting things organized after they moved in all the boxes and Sean’s furniture. The king-sized bed that Vanessa bought Elizabeth for her birthday looked right at home in the master bedroom with the diaphanous curtains hanging from the four oak posts undulating gently from the breeze blowing in from their balcony. Sean and Elizabeth had a quick wrestling match on the vast mattress, mangling the sheets into a mountain range of cream and silk. Surprisingly, Elizabeth wound up on top and out of breath. They kissed.
“Hmm,” she mused. “I can get used to this. But we still have a lot of things to do. We’ll continue this sometime later.”
“You’ll have to pin me again first.”
Elizabeth gazed at him challengingly. “That can be arranged.”
Sean swallowed the dry lump in his throat and stood stupefied for a moment before catching up to his fiancée as she went out the door.
Eric and Vanessa were taking a break and were snuggled up in Sean’s couch, which they had just finished moving in. Sean and Elizabeth smiled at them as the entered the room, quietly watching their friends as they chatted. Or rather, while Vanessa talked and Eric sat silently except for the occasional comment. They really were a perfect example of how opposites attract. Idly, Sean wondered what their roles in bed were. He shook that thought from his mind and made some noise to announce that he and Elizabeth had entered.
“You know,” Sean began, “I hate to admit this, but my couch really doesn’t fit the room.” Already he could feel Elizabeth’s lips curling up in a predatory smile and he was beginning to regret opening his big mouth.
“You’re right, Sean,” Elizabeth commented. “I guess we’re going to have to go shopping.”
Sean winced. What was it about the way she said that word that gave him the willies? He suppressed the need to shudder and kept his mouth shut before he said anything else stupid. “So, what’s for dinner?”
Eric and Vanessa looked up from the couch. “Well, I’m too pooped to cook,” Vanessa declared and Elizabeth seconded that.
“Pizza it is,” Sean interjected. He had his cell phone in hand before anyone could protest. Next thing on the list would be to get the phones hooked up in their new home. Sean swelled in pride at the thought. It was theirs. Not his or Elizabeth’s, but something that belonged to both of them. Sean paid attention to Elizabeth’s plans as she thought of decorating and planting a garden while Sean ruminated on converting one of the rooms into an exercise room. They also were beginning their plans on the nursery. That brought another smile to his face as he ordered a large pie with everything and another chicken with pesto.
They gathered in the kitchen and chatted about the house and upcoming wedding plans. The wedding was still a ways off but that just gave them more time to hammer out more details or add new ones. By now the buzz and joyful rush of planning had worn down and the women had taken a more leisurely pace, which was better by Sean and Eric’s opinion since they were offered more bite-sized chunks of how much it was going to cost them. The guest list was enormous with the combined families of two couples, especially when Eric and Vanessa’s family were Irish with their famed large families. Elizabeth, not wanting to be outdone, extended her invitations to all of her old friends that she had before she met Charles. Sean simply groaned at how much the catering was going to cost him.
After dinner Eric and Vanessa decided to call it a night and left Sean and Elizabeth alone in their new home. This was the first night they were going to spend in the house now that moving in was out of the way. Certainly, the place still had much needing to be attended to but it was beginning to feel like home.
Sean wrapped his arms around his fiancée lovingly. “Like your belated birthday present?”
“Very much so. You know, we never celebrated your birthday.”
“I was in a bit of a coma at the time,” he commented wryly. He didn’t like Elizabeth touching on that terrible time not too long ago. “And we had just had our first date the time before.”
“I ruined that one for you after I threw you out of my house, didn’t I?”
“Well, I’ve stopped making all that big of a deal out of my birthday. So there is no loss there.”
“Really, why?”
Before, Sean would have shrugged off the question. If it were anyone else he might have. But Elizabeth wasn’t just anyone. “Well, you know I’m not all that social a person. I don’t make friends easily. There’s no doubt in my mind that I get that from my dad. He wasn’t the most sociable of people. So when it came to social events and such…”
“He really never made a big deal out of it and he never threw you any big parties.”
“That about sums it up.” Sean shrugged. His father’s antisocial personality was also why Sean was so attached to him. He didn’t have many friends, so Sean was the one he talked to in the end. Elizabeth nudged him out of his somber thoughts.
“Well, how about we throw you a party next year and make up for all the time lost.”
“That’d be nice,” Sean replied then grinned. “Can I have a piñata? I’ve always wanted one of those since grade school. They looked like so much fun.”
Elizabeth laughed with him. “Consider it done. We can hang it from the maple out back.”
Sean gave her a peck on the cheek as they walked toward the bedroom. He loved how she indulged some of his more childish requests. His childhood had been rushed, but now that he had the time, he would try to reclaim some of that which had been denied him. Elizabeth once remarked that his wall mural was his inner child that wanted to draw on the walls with crayons. He hadn’t thought about it like that until that moment but she was quite right. They entered their respective closets to change into their nightwear.
Sean shouted as he put on his pajamas. “You know, with you just on the other side of this wall, I should drill a hole in it so I can watch you.”
He heard Elizabeth’s chuckle on the other side. “You don’t have to do that. All you have to do is come in. I’ll let you watch all you want.”
“Yeah, but there is something naughty about peeping through a hole.”
More laughter tickled Sean’s ear. “If you play your cards right maybe I will let you drill that hole.”
Sean grinned as he stepped out of his closet. The smile he was wearing slipped from his face at the sight of Elizabeth as she closed the closet door behind her. She was sheathed in black lace that hinted and tantalized with every hidden charm underneath. Her firm legs were wrapped in long black stockings that were held up by a pair of garters that had Sean’s fingers itching and the sheer smoky panties hid nothing and accentuated her ripe womanhood. Sean’s eyes roamed over her flat stomach and up to her firm breasts as they were cupped delicately in gauzy lace. The arm length satin gloves gleamed dimly in the bedroom light and made her bare shoulders looked good enough to eat. Yes, Sean was definitely going to nibble on those shoulders. Her hair was artfully done up, exposing a delicious stretch of neck. But the seductive shimmer in her eyes as she licked her lips hungrily was what totally floored him. Was it hot in the room or was it just him?
“My my, Sean,” Elizabeth grinned savagely, “You’re looking a little flushed. Maybe you should lie down for a moment.” She stepped up to him in tall black heels, putting her eye to eye with him. Sean gulped at the way her hips swayed as she walked. She put the tip of her satin clad finger on his breastbone and tipped him towards the bed. He lost track of his balance and clumsily fell backward on the mattress.
Elizabeth uttered something between a purr and a moan as she considered him under her steamy gaze. Sean was cornered and panic rose up into his throat. It had been a while since she had deliberately seduced him but the results had been devastating. His mouth ran dry as he slowly scrambled backwards with his hammering heart in his throat and with Elizabeth dominating his field of vision. She was a goddess as she crawled up to him and smoothly straddled his hips. A knowing seductive look flared in her eyes as she ground her hips against the lump in his boxers.
“I thought it would be nice to have a memorable first night in our new bed, in our new home,” she smiled at him. Sean was too stunned to give a reply other than a whimper as she continued to gyrate in his lap. She gave a throaty chuckle that set all sorts of bells and shivers off rattling his spine. “I liked being on top this afternoon. I felt empowered. Told you I’d pin you again and I plan on capitalizing on the situation.” She leaned down and kissed him. Sean’s nerves blew a fuse at the sensations attacking him, the smell of her perfume, her lustful hips grinding into his manhood, the scrape of her bra on his bare chest, and her lips. God, her lips were so soft. Her tongue was liquid velvet as it slid into his mouth and he drank it in and caressed her tongue with his own as she towered over him.
Sean ran his fingers over her back as she held his face to hers. He delighted in the silky smooth feel of her skin and marveled at its texture as he always did. He found the clasp in the back and snapped it open. Elizabeth moaned into his mouth and put more pressure onto his groin. His hands slid from her back around to her front and relished the sheath of muscles he trained into her stomach. She pulled back and squeezed her breasts together with her upper arms as the strings of her bra slid over her shoulders, holding the delicate lacy cups in place. The sight made Sean’s heart lurch and his manhood strain with building pressure. His hands reached out to her but she batted them aside and smiled devilishly at him. She was going to be in control tonight. Sean lowered his hands and spanned her taut belly as he laid back and enjoyed himself. He was over the shock of the situation now, but still very much aroused.
Elizabeth dipped down and nibbled on his neck and moved down to his chest. Although he wasn’t as sensitive as his fiancée, they discovered that her lips on his nipples were quite arousing. Her hips slipped down and onto his thighs as her mouth traveled down his body and Sean felt himself throbbing in her wake. She reached for the tops of his black pajama bottoms and boxers. And like the first time they made love, she slipped her lips around his member as he lifted his hips. Her mouth was voracious as she bobbed her head, her tongue sliding over every vein and nuance. Words of how wonderful she was mumbled past Sean’s lips as she picked up speed and her hunger redoubled. Her wet mouth slid expertly over his shaft as her fingers caressed his balls, coaxing the seed out of him. Elizabeth surprised him when she slipped her finger into his anus and prodded his prostate. Sean’s mind melted into a fount of white and he spasmed within her mouth. His orgasm thundered through him, the rush of it making his blood run hot and cold in a twisting as she drained him of his essence.
Sean collapsed onto the sheets. “Where did that come from?” Sean was surprised into his orgasm. She had never done that before.
“You like?”
“Yes, very much.”
“Good,” she replied as she sidled up next to him. She made to wipe at a string of his seed as it lay on her breast but Sean beat her to it and slowly licked it off of her. He had no problems with the way he tasted. “Vanessa and I have been trading tips and she taught me how to get a bit more juice out of you.”
“Well, I give you an A+.”
“Glad to hear,” she commented. “Think you’ve caught your wind by now?”
“Most of it.”
“Excellent, because I’m not through with you yet.” She looked at him aggressively as she lifted up and straddled him again. He could feel the dampness of her now with his organ. She sawed at him but was offered no penetration from the thin veil separating them. Sean growled in frustration while Elizabeth growled in arousal. He’d never seen her this aggressive before. He liked it. Slowly, she peeled her bra off, exposing her stiff nipples to the open air. Sean attempted to sit up; he wanted those hard nubbins in his mouth. She shoved him back and continued to rock her hips until his member was screaming with arousal again. She held him down and dipped, running her diamond tips over his burning skin.
Sean struggled feebly against her. He was partially playing along but also because she had him so aroused it was difficult for him to form a coherent thought. She pulled up from her tantalizing dip and stared down at him majestically. She tugged her satin gloves off and tossed them over his eyes. He raised his hands to remove them so he could look at the wonderful woman but she stayed his hands. He lay still. She lifted his head and rummaged about around his skull. It wasn’t until she had tied the long gloves securely in place that he realized what she was doing. His mind filled with the seductive darkness and Elizabeth’s phantom form swirled through his senses, heightening every touch, smell, and sound. And taste. She placed a nipple in his mouth. It was the left one, if he knew anything about her body, and he devoured it.
He would have played with the other using his hands but she held them in place above his head by his thumbs. Somewhere in the back of his mind he cursed himself for teaching her that. He heard her moan in approval, even laughing throatily in a way that made his mouth water all over again. She stroked his face and then guided him to her other breast. He was wild with lust, hungry for whatever she offered him. He felt her arousal seeping onto his member through the gauzy fabric separating them. He smelled her sex, their sex, all about him. His mind clouded over in a haze of sensations.
Suddenly, she slipped off him. She was no longer on top of him, but she was near. Her hands still held his thumbs in place and he could feel the heat coming from her to his left. It shifted, that heat. He felt the pressure of the bed move to around his head. All of a sudden he could smell the center of her sex hovering above him, dripping sweet scents into his nose. He sniffed, sent a probing tongue out to find her. Sean smiled at what he knew was coming next and licked his lips in anticipation.
Elizabeth descended on him, her strong thighs leading the way. Sean took a moment to rake his teeth across those thighs and tasted the sweat across his lips. However, he did not expect to find her panties still shielding him from his goal. So she wanted to tease him, eh? Well two can play at this game. He worried at the fabric with vigor, running his tongue up and down the length of her slit. He lapped at her essence and nuzzled at the barrier with his nose, breathing in her heady scent. But every time he tried nudging aside the thin fabric it slid back into place. He worried at the edge, pulling at it with his teeth and maneuvering it with his tongue, but to no avail. Then he noticed the tug of the fabric. She was holding it in place. Sean growled and attacked her with renewed spirit and pulled at his obstacle more forcefully. Elizabeth let it go and Sean thrashed his head about until it was well out of the way. He heard his fiancée give a delighted chuckle and felt her steaming presence lift from his face. She returned and Sean could feel her dripping freely down her thigh as she straddled his face once again.
Sean lashed his tongue out and was satisfied with the slick texture of her inviting lips. He felt her shudder above him from the touch. Elizabeth lowered herself further down and was now sitting fully on his eager mouth. His tongue and lips ran rampant over her surface and delved deep inside her, exploring the velvety texture like a worm wriggling through warm earth. Distantly he heard her moan his name as her weight rested more fully on him. When he contacted the slick jewel resting on the cusp of her womanhood she bucked. His hunger was sated with the foreplay and having fully dined on the main course, Sean dove into the delicate dessert. He sucked her exposed nubbin delicately and licked it harshly until Elizabeth was ramming it into his face with wild abandon. Her movements were seismic and thunderous as she rammed him with her hips. He heard her grunts and screams through the bones in their bodies. Sean was awash in a sea of her sex and blissfully drowned in it. With a final, high-pitched keen she froze in tight passion and gushed into his mouth.
Sean felt her body go limp and slide wetly down his body, greasing the length of him with her oils. Elizabeth had loosened her grip on his thumbs and he caressed her body lovingly. He felt her soul cool as her breathing leveled. She murmured incoherently as he ran his fingers over her back and ribs and then began kissing his chest and neck. Even though he was blindfolded, he didn’t need his eyes to picture the gleaming wet beauty that lay atop him.
They cuddled for several minutes but when Sean raised his hands to remove the satin from his eyes Elizabeth commanded otherwise and Sean remained in the dark. Apparently Elizabeth was not through with him yet. They nuzzled quietly, murmuring soft words and little jokes. They talked and laughed, kissed and played. And that cursed hand of hers would not leave his manhood alone, Sean inwardly groaned. She kept him hard for half an hour, long enough for him to catch his breath and long enough to make him as randy as a stud smelling a mare in heat. She talked as she teased, but all he comprehended was her body rubbing up against him.
“Great!” Elizabeth cheered.
Sean snapped out of the haze at the sound of her jubilation. “What?” Uh-oh, he had a bad feeling about this. “What did I just agree to?”
“You said we’d go furniture shopping tomorrow.”
As her favorite word spilled from her lips Sean almost wilted, almost.
“I agreed to no such thing.”
“Why, yes you did.”
“No, I didn’t I wasn’t paying attention so it doesn’t count.”
“You weren’t paying attention?”
Sean knew better than to stir her ire when what was near and dear was quite literally in the palm of her hands, so he quickly amended his words. “You’ve been distracting me.”
“Oh, really? How?” She gave him another tantalizing squeeze and proceeded nibbling on his ear.
“’Liz, you’re not playing fair.”
“All’s fair in love and war, dear. But since you seemed to have your mind back in your skull I’m going to have to up the ante to guarantee we go tomorrow.” Suddenly Sean’s member was sheathed in a tight velvet glove and all thought of protesting drooled out of his ears. Elizabeth’s breasts rubbed against him once more until they were diamond hard points. He felt her flex around him and heard her moan. “I’ve been wanting to ride you all day, Sean.”
And she did. Her hips moved to some silent, exotic music and forced Sean’s heart to follow the rhythm. Instinctively, his hands touched her thighs and traced their way to her breasts. He explored them as they swayed, letting her nipples rub up against his palms with the motion. Elizabeth took his hands and licked them then returned them to slip over her aching points.
Elizabeth kept a steady pace, rising and falling at a rate that made him buck beneath her. After the long torture from her hand before, Sean was nearly ready to burst. Elizabeth kept him at bay and rode him to insanity. She clenched her wet fist tightly and released with every stroke, forming a lustful madness in his mind like a seed taking root. Her heat twisted its way into his every nerve until all he could feel was the throbbing pulse of his rod between her legs. She flowed freely over him, her wetness lubricating them. And then she sped up. She impaled herself over and over again, thrashing wildly and causing her sweat to spray him. He felt her lose herself in the throes of passion. He heard her panting turn into moans, moans into screams. “Yes, Sean! Yesyesyesyes YES!” He couldn’t take the pressure anymore and exploded into a starscape of liquid heat. She gripped him in her wet fist and froze, her insides squeezing with feminine power.
Elizabeth collapsed atop him, her panting breath rasping through his ears. Sean could barely lift a hand to remove his blindfold and sneak a glimpse at the beautiful woman in his arms before slipping into a dreamless sleep. |
Steve's Letter | 18,624 | 4.67 | 125,051 | [
"mine big",
"clock back",
"enjoyed meeting",
"urlen",
"back bath",
"average size",
"adventures urlen",
"edge bath",
"bulge trousers",
"ten days"
] | *The concluding chapter of "The Adventures of Urlen".*
After my return home I wrote by hand to Steve and Anne to thank them for their hospitality. Knowing that Anne did not use a computer I also e-mailed Steve to say how much I had enjoyed meeting him so intimately again. Ten days later I received a remarkable letter back from him. He must have typed it quickly into his computer in a kind of "stream of consciousness," then gone over it later to make it more coherent. He sent it as an attachment.
Here it is.
Dear Urlen,
It was great to get your letter and great to see you again after all these years. I still can't get over how easy it was to "turn the clock back" as you put it and I've been thinking about it and re-living it in my head for the whole of the past week. I'd never forgotten you, of course. How could I when you stood out with your flaming red hair, your unusual name and your wonderful long dick!
Before you arrived I had wondered if we might revive past memories of uninhibited sex but I never dreamed it could be so good. We didn't have a lot of time to talk (we were too busy for that!) but I think I told you - in case you felt I went rather over the top - that I've hardly indulged in that kind of thing since I got married. You asked me about it and what I said in reply was only barely true. For a long time after Anne and I had the kids I just led a "normal" life. Anne was never very keen on sex and I had the occasional wank, of course. I still remember what it was like the first time I did it (to see if it still worked) after I was circumcised. The days following the op were pretty unpleasant, but the time came when the pleasure of doing it outweighed any discomfort. I'd always held my dick quite low down and after a week without an orgasm I came off like a rocket. Seeing my knob sticking stiffly up into the air for the first time free of its foreskin gave me a thrill too. I'd never actually seen my knob before.
It was after the boys had left home and we had moved house that I had my first experience with another man since all that time ago. I happened to be alone in the house and he was one of those travelling salesmen who sell subscriptions to popular magazines. His pitch was that if he reached his sales target he would be sent to University by his employer, so I was doing him a favour if I took out a subscription. He was quite young - about twenty-one I'd say - and as black as the ace of spades. He was smartly dressed and very slim, with fine features and dark brown eyes. His sex appeal was amazing and I found myself very turned on by him! I wasn't interested in buying any of his magazines but I was interested in him (!) and when he was stood sideways I could see the outline of a most gratifying package in his trousers. Maybe he noticed the direction of my eyes because he put his hand to his belly and made a kind-of grunting noise saying "Ugh … I'm hungry. Haven't had anything to eat since breakfast."
Well, it was five o'clock and there was home-made cake on the table, so I offered to make him some tea and cut him a large slice of cake. He asked after my wife and I told him she wouldn't be back from her meeting for an hour or two. After he had eaten he asked if he could use the bathroom and I said "Have a bath if you like." He looked at me for a moment, pondering if I meant anything significant by it, then said "Could I? I'd like that."
"Be my guest" I said, and I showed him upstairs to the bathroom.
As you know, Urlen, there's no lock on our bathroom door and after I had heard the bath-water stop running I thought I would put my head round the door to ask if there was anything he wanted. I suppose I really wanted to see him in the nude but I convinced myself at the time that I was just being a good host. So I opened the door and was greeted by a cloud of steam; and maybe that's why he didn't notice that I was there. He was lying back in the bath with his head craned slightly forward looking very intently at the enormous dick that he was stroking with his right hand.
Now I'd never seen a black dick before and was curious to see what colour the knob was. Maybe that's because I hadn't seen my own knob until I was circumcised at twenty three. Well now I knew! Mine was much paler than his and looking at him, so engrossed in coaxing sensations from his magnificent instrument, I felt mine begin to stiffen at once.
I must have moved because he looked up and saw me standing there, my attention riveted by his massive dick. And instead of covering it with his hand and looking confused, he just said "Ah!" and then a broad smile lit his handsome face. "Caught in the act!"
As he still made no move to hide his dick I moved forward to get a better look. "You got a good'un there," I said, covering with my hand the tent now erecting itself in my jeans.
"Yeah - it feels good," he said. "If you'd come in a little later, I dunno what you might have seen."
"I'm sorry to think I might have missed the show," I said. "Don't mind me. Carry on. I'd love to see a dick like that shooting its load."
He looked down at it again and his fingers moved the dark, supple foreskin up and over the glans and down again – something I was never able to do myself when I had a foreskin. The knob was a lovely shape - less pointed than yours or mine, Urlen - with a broad, dished curve to it. I wanted very much to put my hand on it, so I said "Can I?" and moved my hand closer to his.
"Be my guest," he said, mimicking my earlier invitation to him.
Heck! It felt wonderful - the first time I had felt anyone else's dick for years. Well, you probably know the feeling, Urlen, as it may have been the same for you. It was both soft and stiff at the same time, if you see what I mean. My shaft's thick at the base and tapers a bit towards the top but his was thick all the way up. Not as long as yours, Urlen, but thicker, and with a bigger knob. He was obviously proud of it, putting his hand over mine and moving it up and down to work the foreskin to and fro over his knob.
"Do it like that," he said, as he lay back in the bath, still smiling with satisfaction. After I had stroked it for a couple of minutes he sat up and put his hand over the bulge in my trousers, feeling for my cock and running his fingers along its length.
"Hmnn … not bad," he said, as he reached for my zip and undid it with agile, brown fingers. To help him, because I was as anxious as he was to get my dick out into the open, I undid the top fastening of my jeans and pulled them down with my underpants in one quick movement. My dick sprang out and he put his hand on it to feel it. Then he said "Come closer" and as I moved to the edge of the bath he leaned forward and put his mouth over my knob. His lips were soft and his mouth moist and it gave me the most wonderful feeling to look down at his slim body with its great dick while he ran his tongue over my knob and gently sucked me.
"You first?" he asked, taking his lips off my dick.
"I don't mind," I replied.
"OK. You first, then me."
I moved even closer to the edge of the bath so that my dick was pointing in the air above his body which was partly submerged in the warm water. This time he soaped his hand, then put his fist round my shaft, low down as I like it, and pumped me while he sucked with his mouth. It was a great feeling and though I don't usually cum quickly (not nearly as quickly as you, Urlen) I was so hot and turned on that I hardly had time to warn him before the pressure was building up in my cock-root and I knew I was about to shoot.
"I'm going to cum," I gasped, and he just had time to take his lips off my knob and to quicken his stroking before I came all over his belly. My spunk looked a brilliant white against his dark body before he washed it off.
"OK," he said, while I stood, still dazed by the force of my ejaculation, "Your turn to do me." And he lay back in the bath, his magnificent dick a magnet to my willing hand!
It took some time for him to cum, but it was worth waiting for. The volume of spunk in his first spurt was amazing. It jetted onto his flat stomach and lay there in a kind of curl, the shape of a question mark. There were several more spurts as well. I wondered if his spunk would be darker than mine, but it was just as white - just the same, really.
When it was over he sighed, smiled again and said "That was fantastic."
I agreed and asked him if his sales visits often led to encounters like this. "Just occasionally," he said. "It has to be safe - and I have to like who I'm doing it with."
I felt he had paid me a compliment and before he left I wrote him out a cheque for six months' subscription for one of the magazines. I asked him if he was likely to be coming back and he looked doubtful and said he was unsure, from which I reckoned that he almost certainly wouldn't.
Well, Urlen, he didn't, and after the six months were up I didn't re-subscribe, but he had reminded me of what I had been missing, if you see what I mean. I never knew his name and I don't suppose he ever had any intention of going to University but what we had done had been good fun. I think it affected the way I got involved with another man about a year later but I can't be sure, and I've never forgotten his superb dick or the arc his spunk made in the air as it spurted onto the skin of his stomach. I've re-lived that event many times in my head - and with my hand too. The memory has been worth quite a few wanks.
So you see, when you came to see me last weekend, I was hoping we might have some fun!
Now the second man I got involved with I met in the pub we went to. He was also some kind of travelling salesman (in agriculture, I think) and was actually staying at the pub. He was a great character with a fund of funny stories but there was a serious side to him as well and he was interested in many things, including sexual politics. We got talking and enjoyed each other's company. His name was Lawrence but he said "Call me Loz." He was about my own height with dark curly hair and a wiry build. Not sexy to look at but quite striking-looking. He said he could eat or drink anything without putting on weight and we certainly got through a few pints that evening. At one point we both wound up in the urinal together and I looked down to see what he had got but all I could see was a yellow stream of piss. He told me he was divorced and had two daughters but he didn't seem keen to be pressed on what had happened to his marriage. As he was staying in the area for ten days we both felt it would be good to meet again for a drink, so we made a date for the following weekend.
He was in the bar, already into his first pint when I got there and soon we were chatting away as if we'd known each other all our lives. He was so relaxed and cheerful that I wondered why his marriage hadn't lasted and this time when I asked him he was more forthcoming. Looking me straight in the face he said simply "I wasn't cut out for it."
"How do you mean?"
He paused, hesitating whether to go on or not. Then he took the plunge. "I discovered I preferred sex with men, that's what I mean." Then, after a pause, "And my wife found out."
I was surprised - and interested too. "How did she find out?" I enquired.
He laughed, a trace of bitterness in his voice. "She caught me in bed with a fella. After she divorced me I got a new job and now I do a lot of travelling."
"And do you have a lot of casual affairs?"
"Not a lot. Depends on who I meet. I'm not the promiscuous type. If I like somebody …." His voice trailed off and he looked at me appraisingly. I'd told him I was married; now he was wondering if I was interested in a bit of excitement.
I was! My dick had already started to stiffen and I put my hand in my pocket to hide the growing bulge. He noticed of course - and thrust his own hand deep into his pocket. "We could go up to my room, if you like," he said. "I've only got an average size cock but it's in good working order and I'm clean."
"I'd like to very much," I replied. "Maybe mine will be big enough for the two of us."
I don't know why I had to boast like that, Urlen. Yours is much bigger but you once called mine "a big gun" and I know it fires well. And I do enjoy the feel of another man's hand on it.
There's not much to tell about what happened in his room that you can't guess. At first I felt a bit strange taking my clothes off with a comparative stranger, but he made it easy for me. We lay down, at first with our underwear on, but we soon kicked that down to the bottom of the bed as we warmed up. He was uncut but what he lacked in inches he easily made up for with technique. Combined with his admiration of my dick and its stiffness, I was soon feeling really hot. Neither of us wanted anything anal but he was an expert in achieving the best possible orgasm. He held off until he realised from my grunts and shallow breathing that I could hold out no longer, then asked me to speed up my stroking of him. We came off together, I think, but as I had my eyes shut I didn't see him spurt. There was a lot of spunk lying around in little pools when we had finished.
When we had washed and gone downstairs for a final pint he said he had really enjoyed meeting me (as I had him) and how about meeting up mid-week for a repeat session? AND we did - AND it was just as good as the first time.
It's a pity I haven't seen him again, but I'm hoping he might be back sometime.
The only other occasion I've had sex with a man, except you Urlen, was with someone you know - or will remember. He was the flyhalf of our rugby team - the fella with hair as fiery red as yours. We used to call you "The Red Devils" because you went around together but his real name was Wallace or Wally. I met him a few months ago at a conference. He's a big shot in the industrial world these days, but his hair - what's left of it - no longer has much colour. (Unlike yours.) He was the best player in the team, but moody and a bit cocky. He told me when we met that when he was young he was much taller than the other boys in his class at school and that he thought his dick was enormous. Then, when he stopped growing, they all caught up with him and overtook him and he realised he was only an average size. The cockiness, however, remained. He was a very talented sportsman - and clever too. After University he continued to play rugby but his build was too small for the major teams so he gave up and pursued a career in industry. He married and had a much-loved daughter, but relations with his wife became strained and though they stayed together for the sake of their daughter they led increasingly separate lives. He told me he'd had some fairly casual experience of sex with men at University and that he was still "interested" so long as it was safe. In fact he told me that when you were eighteen and in your last year at school, the two of you used to travel on the coach in the dark back home from away matches. You used to put a coat over your laps and whack each other off under it. I'd never have guessed. Must have been fun!
Anyway, to cut a long story short, we landed up on the bed in his room together. It's true he's only average in size now (I was a lot bigger) but he was interesting to look at because, as you will remember, he's circumcised and his dickhead is a kind-of greenish colour. It was also incredibly stiff, with almost no flexibility of skin on the shaft under the knob - and he came off in no time at all. I hardly had to touch it! Funny how different we all are! I think he enjoyed doing me, but after it was over he became moody again and found it difficult to relax. I don't really want to see him again but it was an amazing coincidence that he should have reminded me of you not long before you actually wrote to me.
So now you know what I've been up to. As I said at the start, it was great to meet you again and it's been quite therapeutic for me to get all this off my chest to someone who I know will understand and not judge me from a narrow or prejudicial point of view. I think you're right about men being naturally bi-sexual and that their interest in other men is inhibited by social controls. Nature and nurture, I suppose. People like us who find out at an early age just what fun sex with another fella can be are probably less inhibited
I do hope you get your life sorted out and that we'll be able to meet again. "Turning the clock back" was a fabulously enjoyable thing to do. For me it rekindled all the excitement of my first time with you all those years ago. I'd like to think we can keep in touch - and touching once in a while!
All the best, and thanks for coming …. And cumming.
Steve
PS While I've writing this the bulge in my trousers has hard to contain, so now I've finished I think I'll get it out and give it what it wants.
There was a PPS too in his small, neat hand-writing. "Wow, what a wank …."
In romantic novels everything ends "happily ever after" and the loose ends are neatly tied up. But real life is not like that. Even when Elizabeth Bennet marries D'Arcy we know that she will continue to jump to the wrong conclusions and he will occasionally be stiff-necked with pride. Contretemps will arise. Bingley, so easily led, will not find much leadership provided by Jane and they will "drift" without much purpose to their later lives.
It is not "tidy" being bi-sexual. A foot in both camps can be uncomfortable as far as the world is concerned and takes some getting used to. Nevertheless, like Steve, Fred and Chris and countless others the world over, I continue to regard it as an entirely natural state of being - a state many, perhaps most people would admit to were there less ignorance, less inhibition and less prejudice about sexual orientation in society. I'm glad Steve agreed with me. Dicks are so important to us men that what other men have and do with theirs is of natural interest to us, unless we consciously or unconsciously repress that interest. It seems to me extraordinary that society deems such an interest to be wrong!
Three weeks after Steve's letter arrived my wife phoned to say that her elderly lover had died and that if I was still prepared for her to come back, she would do so in due course. Our daughter was overjoyed and even our son, wrapped up in his own life, expressed pleasure. A month after the funeral she was back home. Rebuilding our home and our lives together was hard work at first. Much had necessarily to be left unsaid but there was an earnestness to do right by each other. I wrote to Steve to tell him and he e-mailed me back to say how glad he was for me. Maybe the only "tidy" thing in the whole sorry saga was that I had started and was, maybe, ending with him. Chris and Fred, both of them married men who understood bi-sexuality, were pleased for me too; and Jeff, when I went to see him at the Builders Merchants, shook my hand so vigorously to show his understanding that I would have kissed him had we not been a public place.
As the years go by I shall hope to see them from time to time but there will be no new men. Older, sadder and wiser now, my "Adventures" have come to an end.
*See "Pride and Prejudice" by Jane Austen - perhaps the most widely read novel in the world.* |
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"shock hit",
"clit vibe",
"sonia started",
"sonia john",
"turned clit",
"sonia screamed",
"lowest level",
"time sonia",
"screamed john",
"john laura"
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the conclusion of the third in a series of stories. In this part the 'aparatus' that is introduced in *More of What Friends Are For CH. 04*. I encourage the reader to read that first since this story assumes knowledge of information from that story.
I peeked in on Sonia and she was still sound asleep, Laura was still curled up on the sofa, asleep or not I couldn't tell.
No sense stalling, John had been clear and I understood. I was sure I could make it so that Sonia would be able to handle this without too much difficulty.
I started to get out the apparatus parts and go to work. I had made some changes since the time I'd used it on Laura that I thought would make it an even more amazing device. It could now be even more insidious, but I also would have far more control during the actual use.
I had reprogrammed the black box so that the period between shocks was variable rather than fixed, and no longer corresponded to the change in levels of stimulation by the vibrator. That would make it impossible to judge exactly when they were coming. On the other hand I had set the range to vary from 20 to 40 seconds, so they would be significantly fewer over a given time period. One more thing, the timing on the first one was variable too. It didn't happen the second the switches were closed.
While the whole thing would still run automatically once started, another change I'd made was to add a complete manual override. I could turn the vibrator off or on, and to any of the three levels, anytime I wanted. Same with applying the shock. I could generate any of the six levels at any time. Again I'd put in an offset, the increase between shock levels was smaller than before and now the highest level was what had previously been level four. I'd also replaced the nipple and clit clamps that administered the shocks with something quite different, but I'll tell you about that later.
Finally, I'd replaced the vibrating dildo with something far more sophisticated. This one still had three settings, but rather than simply being higher speeds of vibrating, each higher setting was an entirely different stimulation. On level one, it simply vibrated, much as before. But on level two, it pulsed. What that means is the underlying vibration was higher than before, but also constant. However every few seconds a second motor kicked in giving a much stronger and very intense pulse of vibration that would last about two seconds. On level three, the pulse was accompanied by a 'throb'. What happened was the diameter of the phallus increased about 10 percent for a length of about an inch. What was even more amazing though, was that the section that had 'swollen' moved from the base to the tip during the three seconds that the vibration pulse was happening. If you have a hard time visualizing that, think of a vibrator that suddenly grows a small donut about an inch long at the base, which moves quickly to the tip and then disappears. I could preset, and still manually control how often this pulse/throb action took place when the thing was set to level three.
Believe me, if level three doesn't sound like much you just need to hold the thing in your hand and turn it on. I couldn't imagine what it would feel like inside a pussy, but just holding it was amazing.
Being a real tinkerer, I was tempted to take it apart and see how it worked, but you can only imagine how much it cost. Even I wasn't THAT curious.
I told you I was a little worried about Sonia going through this after all she'd already been subjected to, but I'd be a liar if I tried to tell you I wasn't getting quite turned on thinking about the upcoming show as I assembled the thing.
Once I had the black box hooked up and the new vibrator mounted on the stand I got out the rest of the equipment which consisted of the only two remaining parts from the original device that Laura had experienced which were the silver metal anal electrode and the wrist restraints that would be all keeping Sonia from being impaled on the dildo when her legs finally gave out, which of course was only a mater of time.
I finally had everything ready to go and it was time to get Sonia. I quietly opened the bedroom door. She was laying on her side facing toward me, the covers up just to her waist. The swell of her hips under the blanket and the site of her large breasts swelling slightly with each even breath caused that familiar feeling in my loins that I experience every time I look at her. As I moved to the bed and sat softly, I couldn't help envisioning how exotic it was going to be watching that tit flesh shimmy as she went through the throws of orgasm while impaled on my device.
She woke slowly as I brushed a strand of black tresses from her forehead. I kissed her check as her eyes fluttered open and whispered in her ear, "It's time"
After a moment she started to stretch in a most erotic way.
"Wouldn't you rather just crawl into bed with me and fuck my lights out?" she said with a grin. She hadn't lost her sense of humor at least.
"As a matter of fact, I probably would, but I think you know that isn't going to happen. Maybe afterwards?" I replied.
"Not likely, if I have any idea at all what this is going to be like" she said, no longer smiling.
"Hmm, lets go" was all I said as I stood and offered her my hand.
She stretched a little more and got to her feet. I lead her out to the main room.
Even though it wasn't fully assembled yet, the essence of the thing was pretty clear to anyone who was paying attention. Sonia was definitely paying attention.
She gasped softly. "Oh shit!" escaped her lips.
She looked at me apprehensively.
"You categorically will remember this" was my only response.
I lead her over to the base and started to lace up her wrists with the special restraints. The ones that distribute the load over her entire forearm so she can tolerated being suspended solely by her wrists for a significant period of time.
"I think since Laura instigated this whole thing, she should have a real good view, don't you Scott?" asked John with an evil chuckle.
I wasn't sure what he had in mind, but was busy with Sonia anyway, and figured Laura was in for some more difficulty. After what she'd already been through that day I hoped John wouldn't be too much harder on her, but it was his business not mine.
"Up to you big guy" I said over my shoulder.
While I continued to prepare Sonia I could here him moving the horse. I had an idea what that meant.
Since John and Laura were otherwise occupied momentarily Sonia took advantage of the relative privacy to ask me softly, "I am I going to be able to take this?"
She was clearly very apprehensive.
"Don't worry, you aren't going to have anything like the experience Laura did. You'll feel a little pain I'm sure, but a great deal of pleasure too!" I replied in an equally quiet voice.
I got a trusting smile and I gave her a little kiss on the cheek, then bent to attach the ankle cuffs that would hold her feet on the switches.
It was time to string her up. I pulled the ropes tight so that her feet were barely able to touch the ground. As I did with Laura, I had her try bending her knees. The level of her crotch dropped only a fraction of an inch, perfect!
I lubed up the vibrator and inserted it in her cunt then raised the stand so it was deep inside her. Almost done I greased up the anal probe thoroughly and adjusted it's stand so that it fit deep in her ass.
The last touches were the nipple and clit electrodes. As I said earlier, they had been replaced by something entirely different than those I'd used for Laura's 'ride'. The one for her clit was a combination electrode to shock her and a vibrator that had a completely variable speed control. I hadn't automated the clit vibrating aspect of this and intended to operate that myself. It would give me almost total control of when Sonia would cum. I intended to use that to make it a bit easier on her, far and away easier than I'd been on Laura. It was held in place by a lightweight harness that went around her hips and under her crotch. The device itself had a little indentation for her clit, so before I attached it I fingered her until her clit was sticking well out of it's little hood. Sonia was moaning softly as I did this.
At last I finished the whole process by attaching the nipple electrodes which were paper thin but looked like a metal disk the size of a half dollar with a hole in the center. The hole was just barely bigger around than a woman's nipple. You probably see where this is going. They attached with an adhesive and worked about like those things they hook patients up to monitors with in a hospital. I'd enhanced the function too. While they would automatically deliver a shock the same intensity and in sync with the other two electrodes, I could manually operate these separately as well. And with total variability.
I was all set. I picked up the control box and moved to the couch. On the way I observed that John had Laura strapped to the horse, with her head forced back uncomfortably so that she would have no choice but to observe Sonia's 'ride'. He'd already attached two particularly nasty weighted nipple clamps and she looked quite miserable. I guessed it would get far worse before this was over.
Again deviating from how I'd treated Laura, I explained to Sonia in detail how everything worked. I had her go up on her toes and experience how the switches worked and feel the first stage of the vibrator. I hadn't mentioned the clit stimulator and didn't turn it on yet. Finally, after a warning, I administered the lowest level shock.
In spite of steeling herself, she let out a yelp and jerked around a little when it hit. I know it was more from surprise than pain since the lowest level was very mild. (Yes I'd actually tried the thing on myself, but only the nipple shock, not the ass probe and certainly nothing comparable to the clit shock.) The way her tits wobbled, confirmed what I'd envisioned. This was going to be quite a show.
"Okay we're about to start. Once you cum twice, you can quit anytime you want" I told Sonia. I wondered if Laura even cared that I was obviously going to let Sonia off much easier than I had her.
My curiosity finally got the better of me. I had to ask, "John, just what do you have in mind for Laura?" I was convinced it was more than just being in her current, very uncomfortable position while observing what I was about to subject Sonia to.
He gave her a good hard slap on the ass as he began his reply.
"Since this cunt engineered this whole weekend and therefore is responsible for what Sonia did to me this morning and what you are about to do to Sonia now, I think she should pay the price. I'm going to fuck her ass until Sonia cums twice and you release her. AND if I cum before that, then I'll take the crop to her ass and turn it a bright red!"
"Oh GOD! NO John, I can't take that after earlier, PLEASE NO!" Laura begged.
"And if she doesn't shut up right this minute, I'm going to have you fuck her ass too when you finish with Sonia!" John continued as if Laura wasn't even present.
I think everyone in the room knew I wouldn't do that, but Laura was taking no chances, she didn't say another word.
I just shrugged my shoulders, John was right, she really did deserve it, but I was positive it would be a very miserable experience for her.
John had started to work some lube up her ass as I returned my attention to Sonia.
"Ready to start?" I asked softly.
With a meager smile she nodded yes.
"FUCK!" Laura screamed.
John had begun.
"Okay babe, up on your toes!" I instructed Sonia.
As soon as she did I flipped the switch that started the vibrator, I also slowly increased the flow on the electrical probes attached to her tits to the lowest setting. The slow increase rather than a sudden shock doesn't hurt, it just stimulates. Exactly as I expected, her nipples got very large and hard almost immediately.
Laura continued to moan in pain. Her ass must have been nearly raw by now.
Sonia was moaning, but in a very different way. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip.
I could see it was going to be hard for Sonia to stay up on her toes long. While there isn't an once of fat anywhere on her body, she is of a larger build than Laura and while fit, she doesn't have the kinds of muscles in her legs that Laura does either. She wouldn't be able to hold the position for very long and she hadn't figured out about pulling herself up with her arms.
The vibrator had evidently switched to medium.
"OH! OH YEAH" Sonia moaned.
"John, please stop, PLEASE!" Laura wailed.
Sonia had started to thrust her hips back and forth as much as she could. Her tits were jiggling nicely as well. She looked every bit as erotic as I'd imagined she would.
I decide to help her out a bit more and turned the clit vibrator to about one quarter. That drew and even louder moan from her.
After a short time longer I could tell the vibe had kicked into high. She was squirming and thrusting as hard as she could. Her whole body was becoming covered in sweat. Her tits weren't just jiggling, they were positively bouncing now.
There was a continuous stream of 'OH! OH! OH!" coming from her.
I waited about 30 more seconds and when I could see that her legs were starting to tremble a bit, I cranked the clit vibe up to about half.
That was all it took!
"OH FUUUCCCKKKK!!!!" Sonia screamed as she started to cum violently.
Just in time I pushed the button that would keep the both vibrators running as Sonia's legs gave out thereby closing the switches. I held it down as her body continued to thrash and shake in a massive orgasm.
"AHH GAAWWDDDD!" she continued to scream.
I could tell she was at the point where the stimulation was getting painfully intense before I finally released the button.
Her entire body slumped as if her bones had been removed and she was supported totally by her arms. She was gasping for breath and her tits were still putting on quite a show as they rose and fell with her rapid respiration.
I knew it wouldn't be long before the electric shocks started which would get her attention I was sure.
I looked over at John and Laura and he was pounding her harder than ever. Tears were streaming down her face and dripping to the floor. I was surprised she hadn't use her safe word. It appeared John wasn't going to stop until she did. I was also stunned he hadn't cum yet, knowing what a sensation fucking that ass created in a cock!
When the first shock hit Sonia she did little more than grunt. I had it set so it did little more than let you know it had happened. The second shock had a bit more of an effect. She let out a bit of a yelp and her eyes fluttered open. Her legs were now more or less supporting her weight.
When finally the third shock hit she yelled, "Ow, shit!" and it seemed to finally dawn on her that sooner or later she was going to have to get back up on her toes.
I didn't think she'd actually be able to do so long enough to cum again so soon, but nevertheless before the fourth shock could hit up she went. I was sure that was a mistake and this time I let the automated feature take over totally, except I did turn the clit vibe to one quarter.
She still wasn't using her arms and I didn't see much sign that the stimulation was having any real effect, however cunt juice was running down the insides of her thighs rather freely now.
By the time the vibrator in her cunt hit phase three, her legs were starting to shake. I'd turn the clit vibe up to half and she was humping the pole as best she could, but she hadn't given her legs enough rest. I could tell she wouldn't make it without a massive increase in the clit vibrator. I debated, but decided against it.
Her tits were still gyrating very nicely though and I again turned up the current flowing into her chest. I was instantly rewarded by her semi erect nipples becoming fully turgid and prominent again.
It was only a few more seconds before she more or less collapsed, closing the switches and turning off the pulsating dildo. I simultaneously turned off the electric shock to her tits and the vibration on her clit.
She groaned loudly in frustration.
I'd been ignoring John and Laura, but just then John gave out a howl. I turned to see him bury his cock as deep in Laura's ass as he could, obviously filling her bowels with cum. Laura still hadn't said a word, in fact she hadn't let out a sound for a while except the sobbing and crying, which was the only way I could tell she hadn't passed out.
"Okay, OKAY! You win. I can't stay up long enough to cum again, RED!" Sonia nearly screamed.
John started to laugh. A cruel sounding laugh.
"For a lawyer, the bitch doesn't listen well, or doesn't have a very good memory or something!" John said meanly.
Then to Sonia he said, "You gave up your safe word this morning so you could ream my ass, remember! Now you cum a second time, or you stay on that thing all night!"
As if to accentuate his point, just then the first of the shock cycles hit Sonia.
As much as I felt for all Sonia had been through, John was right and it would have been a very bad precedent to let her quit now. Besides, even though it was going to be hard, I knew she was quite tough.
" 'fraid John's right babe!" I said with a rather sardonic smile.
That pissed her off even more, which was probably a good thing.
"Bastards!" she snarled.
John had pulled his now soft dick out of Laura's ass and a bit to my shock had picked up the crop. I hadn't really thought he be that hard on her, but evidently she was really going to pay for what she'd done.
"And if you don't get it done soon, your friend's ass is going to be very fucking raw!" he barked as he landed the first smack squarely on her left check.
"FUCK HER!" Sonia growled, demonstrating she had built up enough anger to go around. At that moment she was blaming Laura for her predicament and didn't seem bothered that Laura was suffering too.
John was fortunately going slow and easy, but he was working over one very tender ass with the crop in such a way that Laura wouldn't want to sit down for some time. I wondered how much more she could really take. It finally dawned on me that John had an even more devious idea than I originally realized. While he was working on her ass that I'd effectively tenderized earlier, he was spreading it around and working over the backs and even the insides of her thighs. While that had to sting like Hell with that crop, it was at least fresh meat. He was learning very fast, much to Laura's trepidation I feared!
The second shock struck Sonia about then, but she was better prepared and just grunted loudly. She didn't have the advantage Laura had of being able to time them because of the randomness I'd programmed in. A truly devious approach if I did say so myself.
Softly I spoke to Sonia, "You are going to have to let you legs recover more before you try again, or you'll never make it."
She glared at me, but knew I was actually trying to help. She nodded slightly.
After the third shock hit, she was still dealing with them pretty well. I also reminded her that if she could stay up for 30 seconds the cycle would reset.
I could see the light go on, that was all the hint she needed.
She waited for the fourth shock, which caused her to cry out and jerk pretty hard. But about 15 seconds later she went up on her toes.
She was obviously counting to herself. I didn't turn the clit vibe on at all, nor the tit shock. After about 35 seconds she eased down and braced for the shocks.
After the fourth shock again, back up she went. She'd now had nearly four minutes of rest separated by the half minute on her toes. I also observed that she'd figured out about taking some of the weight on her arms. I was sure she do it this time. I decided as long as she got close I'd be sure she went over the edge.
I turned the electricity to her nipples a little higher than before, because I liked the look. And I gave her about one quarter on the clit vibe right away. She was quickly moaning and biting her lip again. I was certain that the juices running down the inside of those luscious thighs was even more copious that earlier.
As soon as I could tell the dildo had started to pulse, I turned the clit stim up to half. That really got her going. Her body was starting to quiver. She was pumping her hips as much as she could in a new sort of gyrating motion. I don't imagine I need to explain what all of that did to the lovely tit flesh mounted on her chest!
There was a wailing, moaning growl coming from her lips. It was one of the most sensual sounds I'd ever heard. Completely incomprehensible!
When the dildo hit third I pushed the clit vibe up to three quarters. It was as if I'd plugged her into the wall. The motion the woman made trying to impale herself further on that dildo was truly amazing. Her thighs were clenching and even from the front I could see her ass checks helping her hump that thing. Her tits were actually whipping around now. If she was careful they would slap her face!
It wasn't going to take much longer. She would definitely make it this time. I was ready.
When she began to cum my fingers started to fly on the control panel. I flipped the switches so that dildo stayed on high, I increased the clit vibrator to maximum. I increased the tit shock level a little and put enough current through her clit that she'd feel a very strong tingle in addition to the vibration.
As her orgasm reached it's zenith, I sent a quick, medium strength electric shock through all three electrodes, then turned them off completely. As she started down the backside of he explosive climax I eased back on the two vibrators to about half each. Plenty to keep her cumming for a relative long time.
Only after her orgasm slipped away and her clit was so overly sensitive that she started to scream and beg for me to stop, did I relent and slow the two vibrators. But I did it slowly, so that the stimulation lasted several more agonizingly long seconds.
Once it was all over she hung there like a lifeless piece of meat. I jumped to undo her and yelled for John to help me, which he quickly did. In seconds we had her freed from the apparatus and I swept her up in my arms and carried her to the bedroom. For the second time, I thought she might have passed out, but soon realized she hadn't and was just completely spent.
I laid her gently on the bed and went to get a warm facecloth. I brushed her hair aside and game her a brief sponge bath. I was rewarded with a very slight smile.
"You okay?" I almost whispered.
A insignificant nod was all she could muster.
I covered her up and assumed she was out for the night.
I rejoined John and Laura in the other room. Somewhat to my surprise Laura was still strapped to the horse. She looked beautiful, of course. And totally abused. Her ass and thighs were bright red and her asshole still gaped a little from the hard fucking John had given her. His cum was oozing down her crack. By way of a cocked eyebrow I asked John what was up.
"Well" he explained, "I guess you must be pretty horny after watching Sonia put on that show. It was truly spectacular. I've cum. Sonia's cum. I figured it was your turn. Her asshole is well loosened up. You should have no trouble at all!"
Laura came back to life and started screaming, "NO! NO WAY! I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE!"
I could tell from John's face, which Laura couldn't see, that he wasn't serious. He was just fucking with her mind now. I figured he really was trying to teach her a lesson. I knew he was on the right track too. I realized that anything less than he was doing would be lost on a slut who loves pain as much as Laura.
John was right too. I was extremely horny after watching Sonia's display. I decided to play along.
"Oh shut the fuck up! I'm not in the mood to fuck that scrawny ass of yours, but if I was I would. You've caused one fuck of a lot of trouble for everyone and I don't think you've paid a high enough price just yet!" I said in my most menacing voice.
"So here is the deal slut. I'm going to fuck your face, and if you do a real good job, you can rest for the night. But if you fuck up or spill a single drop, whether on purpose or not, I'll string you up and crop those tits again! This time you won't have a safe word either and I'll keep at them until they bleed!" I roared, working myself up "And then John and I are going to keep working you over all night long!"
John smiled broadly at my playing along. He knew damn well I wouldn't do it, but in Laura's nearly broken state she wasn't sure. The look of fear on her face was unlike I'd ever seen her. I began to believe she really might learn a lesson from this after all.
Without further ado, I walked over and stuffed my cock in her mouth. From fear or what, I wasn't positive, but she sucked like never before. I wasn't nearly as rough on her as I'd been several other times. But after all she'd been through she was still having a hard time taking it. Nevertheless, it felt damn good. I was more sexually stimulated than I realized and my balls were boiling in no time.
With a loud grunt I grabbed her head and buried myself to the hilt, spewing cum deep in her throat. I came long and hard. It was a substantial load to be sure. She swallowed for all she was worth, but the way I'd shoved my cock down her throat she had no chance. Cum was dribbling down her chin even as she kept sucking.
Once my orgasm had fully subsided I pulled my cock from her mouth and wiped it on both of her cheeks.
She was sobbing and screaming! "NO! NO! I DID MY BEST, HONEST!!"
I winked at John, hoping he'd get the message.
"Tough shit cunt! I warned you and now you are going to pay!" I barked.
"NO, GOD NO NO!" she was screeching now.
"I'm going to go get the ball gag. Since she doesn't have a safe word any more, I don't see any need to listen to anymore of this shit!" I said in John's direction.
Laura kept wailing NO!
John had taken the hint.
"Scott, hold on a minute!" he said deadpan, "She's had enough!"
"I don't know pal, I thought you wanted to finally teach her a lesson!"
"I said enough!" he said firmly as he started to release her.
She was so wasted he had to pick her up and carry her over to the bed, where he gently set her down and covered her.
"Fine, fuck it!" I said loudly and walked outside in feigned anger.
I was enjoying the fresh air when a few minutes later John joined be with a beer in each hand.
Taking one I spoke first, "Looks like we're through for the night, maybe the weekend!"
"They both had a very rough day. Laura especially. Do you think we were too hard on her?" John asked, obviously a bit concerned.
"Honestly, I'm not sure John. She had all she could take, that's for sure. Actually, I'm surprised she didn't break, but you wanted to teach her a lesson. One way or the other I'm sure you accomplished that!" I said solemnly.
"We'll know in the morning" I finished.
"Want another beer?" John asked.
"Sure, you hungry?" I replied.
"Not really" he said as he headed back to the cooler.
"Me neither" I responded to his back.
We each drank our second beer in silence and turned in for the night.
When I woke in the morning, somewhat later than usual, I realized it had been the first time Sonia and I had slept together without a mid-night romp. She was still out cold.
I got up and quietly went out to the main room. John and Laura were both sound asleep too. I turned on the coffee and waited for it to cook. As soon as it was done I poured myself a cup and headed out to the deck, making as little noise as possible.
I heard the door and without turning, assumed it was John, thinking the girls would sleep for quite a while after the day they'd had. To my surprise it was Laura who came up and stood next to me. She was wearing a big oversized terrycloth robe and had her own cup.
Neither of us spoke at first.
Finally I broke the ice, "How are you this morning?"
I was truly curious after the day before.
"You guys were pretty fucking rough on me yesterday!" she replied rather testily.
As calmly as I could, I said, "You brought it on yourself. All your conniving simply caught up with you!"
A little milder, "I figured that I could get John to let me fuck you again, but never dreamed he make me pay so dearly for it!"
I was actually starting to get pissed, "Look Laura, this started out with you needing the kind of rough treatment John didn't think he could provide. Well it turns out he can and will, give you all you can take. But you turned it into a craving for big cock, as much as telling him he isn't enough for you. And you think he should have done what? Taken it easy on you?"
She didn't reply for a minute, then with her head hung a bit, softly went on, "I guess you're right. I really was being a selfish bitch. And I treated John badly."
"No fucking shit. I'd say so, yeah!" I replied, but a little quieter myself, knowing I hadn't been exactly an innocent bystander.
"So how are you?" I asked more gently.
"Sore as Hell! Maybe as sore as I've ever been, but I'm okay" she said evenly.
Then she surprised the Hell out of me as she continued, "Scott?"
"Yes?" I replied wondering what was next.
"I'd do it again if that's what it takes to feel you pound my pussy with that huge cock of yours?" she said with a sly grin.
I laughed out loud. The limit of the slut was unbounded.
"You are an even bigger pain slut than I thought!" I said still chuckling.
"You should know" she said softly, obviously not disagreeing.
Just about then I heard some noise coming from inside, that and an empty coffee cup drew me back indoors. Laura followed.
As I got inside I realized the noise was coming from the bedroom. Neither Sonia nor John were to be seen. Quietly I headed into the bedroom, pretty sure I knew what was up.
Sure enough there were the two of them on the bed, fucking like mad! Unlike the day before, Sonia was clearly enjoying this one. She was moaning and groaning and fucking John back for all she was worth.
Whether by design or not, John was unmistakably pushing all the right buttons. As I silently watched, Sonia started to cum loudly. It was a most erotic site. Watching her fuck is one great visual.
Laura had joined me, but the two on the bed were completely oblivious to our presence.
Finally John started to pound her even more vigorously and was unmistakably about to cum. As he did with a yell, Sonia screamed out in orgasm again too!
Once finished, they both collapsed, spent.
I softly started to clap, which startled them both greatly.
I had to laugh as John whipped his head around and looked very sheepish about Laura and my standing there. Sonia just looked over and smiled broadly before closing her eyes and laying back.
Still laughing I said, "You two relax and rest up. I'm going to take that as permission to take this little slut here out in the other room and fuck her until she begs me to stop. Then just keep going!"
Not surprisingly, this brought a smile to Laura's face. Neither John nor Sonia made any acknowledgement as I grabbed Laura by the hand and hauled her out to the air bed in the main room.
I removed her robe and pushed her down on the bed. I figured straight fucking was as much as she could handle, and after the day before I thought that might even be a stretch for her. I should have known better.
Almost as soon as I plunged balls deep in that warm, tight cunt, she was moaning with pleasure and within minutes was having her first of several orgasms. I fucked her hard and steady, enjoying myself immensely, but concentrating on her pleasure for a change too!
Finally I couldn't hold back any longer and thrust deep and hard, cumming loudly.
Laura was positively beaming as I climbed off.
Somewhat to my surprise, John was standing in the doorway watching us. He had a smile on his face and just shook his head.
"My God, that's a sight" was all he said.
Laura got up and walked over to him, throwing her arms around him and kissing him hard.
"I love you!" I heard her whisper.
"I love you too" John replies.
Without another word they headed toward the bathroom. I heard the door close and the water start running. It would be a good long time before they emerged.
I started straighten the place up. It looked like four people had held an orgy. Oh yeah, they had!
Shortly Sonia came out and we shared a big hug and kiss too.
"John came in to the bedroom and tried to apologize for yesterday. We started talking and one thing lead to another and well, that's what happened" she said.
"You don't have to explain" I said sincerely.
"I know, but I wanted you to know that while it was much nicer than yesterday, I'm still spoiled" she said smiling.
"Good!" I replied. Hell, by now you know the size of my ego and I don't mind having it stroked regularly.
"Scott?" Sonia began.
"Yeah?" I replied curiously.
"Could we stay here a couple more days?" she asked shyly.
"Haven't had enough yet?" I quipped, knowing very well she had.
"No more fun and games, but I do have something I want to do. Can we?" she asked again.
"I suppose it could be arranged. What is it you want to do?" my curiosity growing.
"Well, before we leave here I intend to make it so that you think I give an even better blowjob than Laura!" she said, actually blushing a little.
"You willing to help me with that?" she added with a big smile.
If she thought I might be hesitating about extending our stay, she'd definitely solved that.
I laughed, "That's a pretty tall task you're attempting. It will take LOTS of practice, but I guess I could force myself to cooperate!"
She laughed too, then more seriously "I would really like us to have a couple of days to ourselves"
"You mean you weren't serious about making me forget about Laura?" I teased.
"OH NO, I'm very serious about that. It's my competitive nature!" she replied.
It wasn't long before John and Laura appeared, fully dressed and packing up their stuff.
"I think we should probably be heading out" John said.
There were hugs and kisses and handshakes all around as Sonia and I walked them out to their car.
Just as she went to get in Laura stopped and gave me a last kiss, "Scott, thanks for everything, really!"
"I think it might be Sonia you really owe the thanks to" I returned.
Sonia just smiled.
"I know" Laura said with a wink.
As they got in and drove away I couldn't help wondering if I'd fucked my best friend's wife for the last time. I wasn't exactly sure about how I felt regarding that, but I was pretty sure the next couple of days that would be the furthest thing from my mind.
Sonia and I spent until Wednesday at the cabin, and yes, before we left she had developed a cock sucking talent that definitely surpassed Laura's. That, however, is a story for another time.
The End
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My stepdaughter Amanda had stumbled drunkenly into the kitchen where I had just butt fucked her Mother after doing the same to Amanda's BFF Kara. The two twenty year old vixens were staying with us for the holidays. Amanda's Dad had insisted that she get to know her baby half-brother no matter how much Amanda still resented her Mom's infidelity ending that marriage. Amanda had only met me once before - at the wedding - but seemed to view me as symbolizing all the guys Mom had fucked instead of Dad. The fact that I had proved myself incapable of not ogling the two young hotties had not helped, even though if Kara was to be believed, Amanda was as much of a slut as her Mom ever was.
Child rearing had taken the zest out of my marriage with Viola, so when I accidentally encountered Kara in the kitchen, when she came down to fetch fluids to replenish Amanda, who had barfed everything up following some New Year's eve frolicking, lust had overcome reason.
There had been a tense moment when Viola had walked in on us, but Kara's fascination with my wife's pendulous lactating udders had eased things quickly, especially once Viola had admitted that she had spent time watching me make out with the youngster, and fuck her previously virgin ass. After further sex play, Viola had decided that she too wanted to feel my meat pulsing in her bowel.
"Don't let me interrupt," Amanda spoke again filling the stunned silence, as she walked over to the fridge to seek a soda.
"I've got one here already losing fizz for you, sweetie," Kara spoke, indicating a can which by some miracle had not joined the shattered fruit bowl on the floor.
My cock softly flopped out of Viola's rear passage with an audible "plop" that echoed in the kitchen. All three women giggled.
Amanda had stepped within a foot or so of Viola, and almost as close to me, to reach for her ginger ale. She had to notice that my eyes, as they always did, roamed up and down and around her nubile body. Her face shone clean and fresh, suggesting that she had washed up a bit before heading downstairs, but her clothing was still a dishevelled mess. Her teeny tiny too tight white school girl blouse was limp, unbuttoned, the collar yellowed with a vomit stain. Her bubblegum pink nipples strained against the lacy white push-up bra. A flat expanse of spa tanned and toned stomach flowed to where the tartan school skirt was twisted sideways at her waist. She was a perfect expensive mess.
Kara did not hand Amanda the can. Instead, with an evil chuckle, my new lover raised the pop up above head level and said, "Open wide, baby - just like you do when you suck cock."
Amanda was too wasted, too tired, too thirsty to protest as Kara poured the liquid past Amanda's hungry lips. Most of it surged down my stepdaughter's swan-like throat, but ample amounts splashed on her chin and drizzled onto that valley of firm young boob flesh which was offered up perfectly to my eyes as Amanda arched her back.
Viola meanwhile was still excited, grinding her ass back against my groin, trapping my cock between her buttocks and massaging it back toward yet another erection. Without thinking, my hands reached around my wife and fondled her milk laden tits. I noticed that Kara licked her lips, her gaze torn between Viola and Amanda.
Before Kara was finished hydrating Amanda, I noticed that my hands were starting to feel wet. Viola's milk was seeping onto my palms, threatening to flow out from my fingers. Kara was staring at my milking activity. I removed one hand from a tit and held it out to the young woman. Kara grinned, tongue flicking along her lower lip.
"Can't do that and pour," she sighed, raising the can of ginger ale to direct the final drops toward Amanda's bird-like lips.
So I raised the hand to my mouth and licked.
"How does it taste?" Amanda asked, shocking all of us, I think.
"So good," Kara and I breathed in stereo.
"Do you want to try some, sweetie?" Viola asked. "You loved it when you were a baby."
"Yeah, because that makes this less weird," Amanda chortled, and then burped, making the rest of us join in her laughter.
Before the guffaws abated, though, my stepdaughter lowered her head to her mother's nipple for the first time in almost two decades. Viola placed a palm under one of her udders and lifted it up, all the better to angle her nipple up to her daughter's thirsty mouth. Amanda did not hesitate about latching on, lips tight to her Mother's flesh. "Don't be so gentle, make the milk really flow. Nurse me, get it out, I'm so full," Viola encouraged Amanda, fingers gently untangling knots in the youngster's messy hair.
I watched Amanda's cheek working hard, ballooning full of milk; then hollowing as she swallowed and sucked some more. I imagined her tongue flicking across the tip, white sweetness seeping from ducts all over the nubbin.
"Yes...Yes...Yessss!" Viola starting moaning breathlessly and ended up screaming as Amanda harvested her Mother's sweet essence straight from the tit into her hungry thirsty mouth. I was still pressed tightly to Viola from behind and felt the excitement quake through her body as she had a minor orgasm just from this action.
Kara was not the sort to be left out for long. She stepped around right behind Amanda. First, she eased the filthy shirt off of her chum, but then she surprised me by unlatching the wispy bra, which floated to the floor. Kara reached around and began to tweak Amanda's nipples as she pressed her body tight against Amanda from behind, all the better to lean over Amanda's shoulder and begin to nurse on Viola's other tit.
I felt a hand slip under Viola's loins and reach around to where my cock had regrown to full tumescence. It just sat there for a few seconds, holding my hot hard member, but then it started to stroke my shaft. Slipping between Viola's ass and my cock, rubbing the tip against my wife's flesh while kneading my balls and caressing my shaft. I had no idea who it belonged to, but I was way past caring.
Viola squirmed, trapped between my body and the two youngsters feeding off of her excitedly. Later, I learned that was about the moment when Viola felt a finger slide between her labia, softly stroking her slit. She too had no idea who owned the finger, but was not about to stop when it felt so terrific.
If either of us had paused to consider carefully, it had to be Amanda's hands at work, since Viola and Kara were both busy. At the time, the thought that my bitter little stepdaughter would be fondling my manhood would have boggled my mind - as if the tight knot of writhing four way foreplay was not weird enough.
Amanda came up for air, a dollop of breast milk dangling from her lip.
"Does the step-ogler have a cock worth the fucking?" she stage whispered, her slurring words muttered directly into Kara's ear, using the derogatory term I had heard when they had staggered in from their party - a reference to my inability to keep my eyes off of the two young bodies that had paraded through my house during the holiday.
The question hung in the air. I knew that I was shocked. My step-daughter had no use for me - now she was expressing interest in a different sort of use.
"It is thick, and really hard. I loved how it filled my ass, and then throbbed just a bit bigger even after that," Kara sighed in reply, her lips never really lifting from my wife's teat. The girl really had gotten into breast milk, and from Viola's sighs, it seemed that she had a talent for it.
"I thought you didn't ass fuck, slut," Amanda teased her bff.
"So drunk, so hungry," Kara laughed, "You know how it is."
"Hard to say no when it gets that hard?"
Both girls laughed at what was clearly a standing joke between them. Viola joined in the giggles. It was almost like I was not there, even though it was my cock they were discussing; my cock sawing along Viola's butt cleavage; my cock that the unknown hand that we now know belonged to Amanda was exploring with increasing boldness. Her fingers travelled all the way up to the tip, nails raking the slit, giving me a jolt that ran straight up from the knot at the base of my spine to my brain, making me shiver.
"It is a great cock, isn't it?" Viola sighed."I had almost forgotten..."
Her voice drifted off, and then she gave out a little sequence of squeaks which slowly blended into a squeal, the sensations surrounding her sending her into another orgasm, which I guess explained why she would be saying such an inappropriate remark to her daughter - though the entire situation was pretty inappropriate, I realize now. At the time, I had too little blood in my brain to worry about such things - my engorged organ was doing all my thinking for me, and it was saying that once again my balls were full and aching for relief.
"I know that I loved it." Kara agreed. "I hope I can have more - just wish I had found out how big and fat it is when it gets hard two weeks ago, not the same day I'm leaving."
"I have no plans today - we can spend as much of it fucking as you want," I heard the words coming out of my mouth without realizing that I was thinking out loud.
Amanda was still stroking the weapon in question, exploring it slowly with just the tips of her fingers, not being the greedy cock hungry slut Kara had accused her of being throughout the holiday - which Amanda had never denied. Now, she was tentative - whether because of the alcohol induced unease, or because I was her estranged Mother's new husband, I had no idea.
Kara had resumed feeding from Viola's seemingly inexhaustible tits while Amanda stepped back and took another gulp of ginger ale before stepping to the side of our Viola sandwich, pressing her body against all three of us in a new way. Her hand travelled down my back smoothly, caressing the curve of my ass, and her fingers started to tease my balls. I could see her other hand gripping her bff's shoulder, pressing Kara harder against Viola, and then dipping downward. My contribution was my cock pressing more urgently into the valley between my wife's buttocks, and my hand slipping into the gap between her and Kara, fingers dancing between the two gashes, teasing each throbbing clit in turn. I dropped my other hand down and went to nudge the soiled school girl skirt up, intending to stroke my stepdaughter's cunt, but she beat me to the punch, pressing her loins against my hip so hard that there was no room, dry humping her womanhood against my hip.
"I think first you need to fuck Amanda," Kara suggested as she switched tits, "then I can lick your cream pie out of her stinky cunt - I'm that sort of dirty girl."
Kara and Amanda both cackled.
"But what if I want it in my ass, bitch?" Amanda responded, shocking me. I had not really thought she would fuck me, let alone give me her ass. "Why should I be the only one not to have it?"
"If she won't swallow the flow out of your poop chute, Mommy will," Viola shocked me by responding.
Of course, Kara could not resist taking up the dare at that stage, asserting, "She offered it to me first Mommy - but maybe I'll leave you sloppy seconds if you eat me while I do her."
All three women laughed lustily, the tremors flowing through the cluster of our bodies.
"Don't I have any say in this?" I said.
"No!" three women replied in unison.
"Then I guess I had best get to it, before I pump this load all over your backside,Viola - it might take a while for me to reload again."
I was already wondering if I might then get Amanda to give me a blow job later, or to let me stuff my meat in her steamy cunt.
"Do you need to come before he fucks your ass, sweetie?" Viola asked her daughter.
"No - I think I'm ready," Amanda sighed. "Unlike Kara, this won't be my first ass fucking..."
"Will it be your first ass fucking tonight?" Kara shot back.
"It's not night - it's a brand new day." Amanda laughed, not really answering whether or not I was getting sloppy seconds or thirds. Though at that point, I was way beyond caring.
I eased myself out of the Viola sandwich, turning my body so that my cock stood proudly perpendicular to the floor, pointing directly at my stepdaughter, who had stepped back from my hips as I had turned. I drank in the sight of her, dishevelment making her simply that much sexier. Her hair was a rat's nest, clumps sticking out at odd angles that made me hope that it was semen not vomit clumped among the strands. Her shirt still hung off her shoulders, but the buttons were all undone, and since Kara had removed the bra, Amanda's tits were finally fully on display for me - full, but round, firm, standing straight up from her ribs, topped by rubbery bullets of pink nipples. I thought I saw a few bite marks already turning into bruises around the areolae. Her tummy was absolutely flat, but I had seen lots of that as she had flounced about in bikinis and tank tops during the visit. In fact, the twisted and dirty skirt probably hid her pudenda better than her bikinis had.
Amanda said nothing as she reached her arm out and grasped my cock. It was not her first touch of my manhood, but somehow doing the act while our eyes were exploring each other gave it a more serious air. Her tongue flicked out, wetting her lower lip. Her eyes were dancing wildly, reflecting the scant light in the dark kitchen, but seeming to be searching for something - answers, or maybe just a solution for her lust. At that moment, all I really wanted was to kiss her deeply, meaningfully, erasing the tension and dislike that had characterized our relationship thus far. I did not want this to be a hate fuck.
"It IS a very handsome cock," she said as she hefted it, stepping towards me, closing the gap tighter. "I doubt I've had bigger up my ass."
"Tonight or ever?" Kara joked, shattering the moment.
Amanda swivelled her head and stuck her tongue out at her bff, reminding me that though they were twenty, they still could act very juvenile.
"Oh, honey, it doesn't matter - after I left your Dad, I had wild times too, so I bet it's genetic," Viola offered motherly reassurance.
"Wild Times!" Kara and Amanda blurted in unison, jumping and sticking arms out like cheerleaders.
The action caused Amanda to drop my cock, and ended with her twirling up against the island I had earlier used to fuck her bff. Her elbows rested on the marble top, and she thrust her butt back toward me, the scrap of skirt fluttering, teasing my eyes and exciting my cock even more than it already was.
My wife stopped Kara's milking for the moment and turned to observe. She even helped the action along by flipping up her daughter's skirt, all the better for me to see that sexy young ass that had been teasing me the entire time she was visiting. As Viola massaged her daughter's curves, I drank in the view. Amanda's exposed ass was perfect - as shapely as you would expect a twenty year old to be. It was not too tiny and not too big, just firm and round. Her dimpled cheeks flexed invitingly, displaying a tight cleavage. It was the single bubble of a butt I'd ever seen, even hotter than Kara. I just hoped that it was as tight - Amanda had made it clear that unlike her bff, her butt was very well used.
Amanda looked back at me over her shoulder, smiling teasingly as she sashayed her hips side to side. I was tempted to fall to my knees and feast on the most perfect buns I had ever seen, but that was not to be.
"Go ahead and fuck that ass, dear, you know the little bitch needs a good fucking," Viola encouraged me, giving one butt cheek a quick slap for emphasis.
Kara had stepped over behind me and pressed her nipples into my back, bumping her loins against my ass, urging me forward. At that instant, I was really glad that the girl was not wearing a strap-on, because I would be the meat in a sandwich.
"Yeah, stuff that ass for me, Daddy," Kara whispered into my ear, teasing that orifice with the tip of her tongue and then biting sharply on my earlobe. That proved to be a distraction so that she could shove a thumb up my butt. Apparently I WAS going to be the meat in a sort of sandwich.
I lurched forward in shocked response, driving my cock along the gap between my stepdaughter's buttocks, the tip coming to rest in the heart shaped divot where her ass met the base of her spine. Amanda gasped, unprepared, while Viola moaned, her hand massaging my manhood where it rested on her daughter's flesh. Amanda might have been startled, but she did not pull away at all. Instead, she pressed her butt back, pressing her flesh against my groin.
"I love your ass," I told my stepdaughter, not caring that my wife was right there listening along with Amanda's bff whose ass I had just fucked also.
"So happy when a guy knows what he likes." Amanda chuckled. "I think Kara is right - it's really too bad we wasted so much of our vacation not fucking you."
Viola chose that moment to grab my cock and draw the tip to the gap between her daughter's buttocks, pressing it up against the rosebud. As my wife slowly rubbed my rubbery head around to relax her daughter's sphincter. I slid a hand under Amanda's body, briefly tugging on her nipples until she groaned, which made her hips rotate, grinding her anus a bit harder against my cock, nudging the opening wider. I travelled down her belly quickly, and found her hairless young cunt.
"I bet she's really wet," Kara moaned into my ear.
"Is her ass wet enough for you to fuck, my dear?" Viola asked.
"The proof is in the pounding," I grunted as Amanda responded to my thumb finding her clit by driving back against me extra hard so that my cock sank deep past her anal ring until it was buried to the hilt.
Viola leaned across her daughter's back and drew our faces together, locking her lips to mine in the hottest kiss we had ever shared. Kara's thumb surged in and out of my ass, setting a tempo for me to fuck Amanda, but we were squeezed together so tightly that I could barely move. Fortunately, those young abdominal muscles were working efficiently around my meat.
I kept working my thumb around the little pebble of my stepdaughter's clit. Her labia were quivering against my palm as her juices spurted out all over the counter-top. While I was distracted by this activity, Kara must have grabbed a hunk of Viola's hair because that kiss got abruptly interrupted and I could sense more than see that my stepdaughter's bff was now kissing my wife again.
What followed was one of the best ten minutes or so of my life. Amanda's vagina was heaving and squeezing just as violently around my touch as her asshole was kneading my throbbing cock. Her bff added a second, and then a third finger, stretching MY ass wider, and teasing my prostate. My wife was alternating between kissing the bff and me, while her hands worked both young bodies like musical instruments, strumming their nipples, drumming down their spines. The post-adolescent goddess who happened to be my stepdaughter twisted her hips around my cock while grinding her cunt around my thumb, and then a few extra fingers, until she burst into orgasm humping back against me as she came.
Kara must have felt or recognized the sound of her bff's climax, because just as Amanda began to come, Kara stopped teasing my asshole and thrust her fingers straight to my prostate, giving it a healthy prod. Despite the multiple loads I had spilled that night, starting with masturbating earlier just imagining sex with the very young women now fucking me, great gobs of goo gushed from my balls up the tube inside my shaft, spurting out the tip into my stepdaughter's hungry ass while her Mother swallowed her screams. I could feel her cunt convulsing with only the thin membrane separating my meat from her spasming womb.
My orgasm was strong, but brief. I stayed in place, however, as Kara pressed her body tighter to me, making a very meaty sandwich, assuring that Amanda's climax continued unabated, while my tired tool slowly pulsed from turgidity to tumescence to tepid tube steak. Six hands were roaming over female flesh, expertly caressing sensitive spots, displaying the expertise of shared experiences.
Finally, Amanda gasped for air, her tremors subsiding. Her lips spread into a huge smile, white teeth reflecting dim light, her gaze smiling up at me as her Mother licked one nipple and Kara nibbled the other.
"Okay, Daddy, you've proven that I judged you too harshly on first impression - the way you fuck, no wonder Mom married you."
All three women laughed lustily, sharing their pleasure. I stood there in the kitchen, grinning like an idiot. Though only an idiot would not be grinning at having ass fucked three hot women - wife, stepdaughter and stepdaughter's bff,- in rapid succession, so it was an odd expression. I had every right
to be thrilled, more so because with Kara's help, the ice had been broken with my frigid wife, who by all indications had rediscovered the joy of sex and indicated that our sex life might return to something normal, rather than Viola pouring all her energy into the baby.
"And you haven't even had him eat your cunt yet - he's the best I've ever had, and I've had more than a few." Viola finally was able to speak, breathlessly.
"Speaking of eating, are we going to clean up that spunk?" Kara giggled. "I thought we agreed to share?"
As she spoke, Kara gently hip checked me. We were still packed tightly together so her nudge was not enough to really move me out of the way, but it did cause my shrunken member to "plop" loose from Amanda's anus. I then behaved the part of a gentleman and stepped back. Kara wasted no time dropping to her knees as Amanda spread her feet a tad wider.
Viola followed along, slinking down her daughter's body, never breaking flesh to flesh contact entirely. Amanda squirmed, her butt moving further from the counter, so that Viola could trail her maternal tongue around my stepdaughter's waist, across her taut belly, pausing to probed the navel which had once connected them, while Viola settled to the floor underneath Amanda, in front of Kara, who continued to lick her BFF's dripping ass from behind.
I stood there for a few minutes watching, though not really knowing where to look- so much was happening so fast, even though each of the women was actually moving slowly and gently. The lust abated by the sex we had just shared, though appetites remained.
Then Amanda made eye contact with me, and held it. I felt my lips pull into a grin, and my shoulder might have shifted in a slight shrug. Just before breaking our gaze to unleash a series of groans caused by Kara and Viola swirling two pointed tongues in and around her asshole, my stepdaughter beckoned me closer, with the classic crooked finger gesture. I automatically obeyed, stepping to the side of the three women so I was near where Amanda's head and shoulders rested on the counter.
"You need to be cleaned to," Amanda sighed in between moans and reached her dainty fingers toward my spunky cock.
"B...bu...but...I just fucked your ass."
"I don't care, I need you in my mouth."
To stifle any further debate, Amanda brusquely grabbed me tight in her fist and pulled me closer, guiding my cock past her lips in a smooth motion, her tongue instantly swirling along my shaft. God she was good, her mouth was so warm and the grip of her lips so tight. I leaned forward to stop her; I didn't want to blow my load too soon, if in fact I had another load to blow again. My cock had lost much of its earlier girth, but somehow it found the power to swell afresh, until its fatness filled Amanda's tiny mouth stretching her lush lips. She took it bravely, rolling her tongue over and round the shaft as my tip buried deep into her throat. I could feel the electricity coursing through four bodies as we all shared our sexual energy.
I felt any remaining tension flow from my shoulders, down my spine, as if it was passing out of my cock and was being swallowed by Amanda, who I guess was in turn sharing it with her mother and BFF.
My stepdaughter was demonstrating conclusively just what a slut she really was, even more than her BFF had described in that fateful car ride in from the airport just two weeks before. I had read stories about ass to mouth sex - ATM - but never thought anybody would really do it, yet here Amanda was, sucking me like a pro, and just as unreservedly as if I was fresh from a shower. That thought then made me wonder which vixen might want to share a shower later. I knew Amanda would need one badly. I could smell the stale odour of vomit, sex at the New Year's party, the sweat of this tryst, and her own hormones mixed with my spunk- a rich earthy combination that spelled, and smelled, like a real woman should - but not in public.
I busied my hands stroking Amanda's excited nipples - her firm young tits stood up proudly on her chest. I tweaked each in turn, twisting and tugging, making her upper body squirm just as her lower body was quaking from the attention of the others. I could not see what was happening, but from the giggles and wiggles, I guessed that Viola was alternating between cunt and ass, probably dragging her tongue along her daughter's taint until Kara would share a glob of goo that she had mined out of Amanda's ass. Perhaps Kara would then use her fingers to pull Amanda's buttocks wider apart, allowing her tongue to work from above her chum's rosebud as Viola worked the same target from below. I pictured the two tongues stabbing at Amanda's anus like tiny cocks, each in turn. My fingers caressed Amanda's hip, and grabbed a handful of Kara's hair, tugging it gently, which seemed to please her, judging from the moans.
Time had stopped counting, so I don't know if it was a minute or ten later that Amanda convulsed and cried out, "I'm cummmmming, don't stopppppp..."
However long it was, my cock was in her hungry mouth right up until that moment, and as she screamed, it still rested on her lower lip.
"Fuck me, fuck my mouth," my stepdaughter sighed, "You know you want to. You know you want to come all over me - in my mouth, on my face, on my tits - so that they can lick the rest of me as clean as my asshole."
I obeyed, pushing my cock back into her mouth, her teeth rough against the soft skin on the underside of my shaft. She held her jaw loosely so that I was doing the work, fucking her mouth as instructed, deep slow deliberate strokes. I could feel a fresh hot load of seed rising up out of my balls, a gift to come for my stepdaughter, her BFF and my slutty wonderful wife to share.
Amanda came again, her body tensing and pushing up and out from the counter as the two women beneath her guided her to yet another intense orgasm. The rhythmic pulsing of her throat around the tip of my cock brought me off too. I exploded after one final deep thrust, flooding her mouth with seed as she had demanded, then pulling back to spray a stream of semen across her beautiful young body. Then, finally, my knees went weak and I sank to the floor, falling next to Kara and Viola, who were both gasping for breath, no doubt pausing just briefly before completing the next task of cleaning that Amanda had demanded.
But before we could move again, reality intervened in the form of the baby crying. Viola jumped to her feet with a startled look, gathered her wits and bolted upstairs, leaving the two vixen and I wondering just what the hell had happened here. |
Steve's Surprise Ch. 03 | 24,526 | 4.62 | 2,157,526 | [
"exhibitionist",
"exhibitionism",
"voyeur",
"voyeurism",
"cfnm",
"nudity"
] | "What now?" he asked tentatively, thinking he needed to say something.
"Good grief, Cynthia, what are you doing?" Cindy asked. "Kathy said there wasn't any touching at the party Bill went to."
"I said, not much touching," Kathy corrected.
"We have a naked man at our disposal," Cynthia said, "How often do you have an opportunity like this?"
"I don't think a little touching would hurt anybody, right Steve?" Brenda was twitching with excitement. "I'd be glad to give you a massage... wherever you need a good rub," she said, trying to catch her breath.
Cindy was on pins and needles. Steve felt the roller coaster had frozen in time facing downhill at the peak of the steepest, highest incline. Leslie and Kathy were on the edge of their seats, wondering how this would play out.
Cynthia blew softly on Steve's hair. "Do you ever shave this?" she asked sweetly.
"Sometimes," he answered with a squeaky voice. "May I please sit down now?"
"We may make you lie down in a minute," she answered with a chuckle. Steve choked. "For now, I'd like to see what we have here," she continued. She smiled up at him and then with her pointer finger, she touched the end of his dick and then lingeringly moved the tip of her finger around the head then moved it nonchalantly up the bottom of the shaft. Steve held his breath and just as he thought he'd be able to exhale, she gently scooped up his balls. After handling them carefully, she let go and held his dick with her fingertips at about mid shaft. Steve began to suck wind. "You ok?" she asked, looking up at him innocently. Unable to speak, he nodded his head.
"My God, Cynthia! What in the world are you doing?" Cindy gasped.
"Settle down, Cindy," she replied impatiently, "You'll get your turn soon."
Except for the sound of Cindy sputtering in an effort to say something, the room was dead silent other than Steve's deep breathing. "Very nice," Cynthia said as she stood, placing her right hand on Steve's ass and grasping his stiffened shaft with her left, stroking it slowly.
"Oh my God..." Steve managed to whisper.
"Is something wrong?"
Steve gulped, unable to reply.
"Cynthia, I thought we weren't going to do anything like that. Just take off his clothes and have him wait on us," Kathy said, suddenly feeling responsible for what was happening.
"I think he's enjoying it, right Steve?" Brenda said, almost out of breath with arousal.
But he still couldn't reply as Cynthia continued to stroke him a little bit faster. She could easily sense Steve's accelerated heart rate and stopped abruptly. Steve was surprised. The roller coaster was about to crest another steep hill. "There, now. I guess I better stop so this party doesn't end too soon," she said to him with a smile. "Maybe someone else would like to examine you a little bit. Cindy? Were you hoping to be next?"
Cindy was still in shock. She was finally comfortable with Steve's nudity, but in her naivete, this had not been on her radar. All she could do was shake her head vigorously.
"I'd like to have a turn," Leslie said, before Brenda could speak again. Everyone looked at her with surprise and she blushed. She was single and had broken up with her last boy friend 6 months ago. She was unprepared for how much she was enjoying this CFNM experience. She found Steve's personality very attractive but now that he was also naked and intimidated, it was easier for her to take advantage of the situation.
"Well come on down!" Cynthia said with a flourish as she gestured to Steve's privates. Everything in the room felt like it was in midair as Leslie stood and walked over to where Steve and Cynthia stood. Steve watched her approach nervously, cleared his throat and braced himself.
Cynthia stepped away as Leslie moved up close to Steve. Smiling, she reached out and grasped his arms holding them to his sides. "Steve, you are a handsome man," she said, making eye contact. Still smiling, her eyes moved up and down his body. He flinched. The girls chuckled except for Cindy.
Leslie walked around Steve, studying his body. He felt highly conscious of every pore in his skin. "Hmmm uh huh... Very nice, Steve... Are you still ok with all this?" She said, now facing him again. He nodded somewhat guardedly. "This is fun, having you, butt nekkid."
The other ladies were still surprised at Leslie's boldness and watched curiously to see what she would do next. "Turn around so I can look at your ass one more time," she said as if she were checking to see how a pair of slacks fit. With his back to everyone in the room, he took a deep breath, wondering what she would do. The ladies began to snicker and Leslie's left hand squeezed his left cheek. He jumped and everyone burst out laughing. He was feeling like a piece of meat, but turned on. He turned back around to see the smiling faces. Focusing on Cindy's look of shock, he didn't notice Leslie move and jumped again as she gently took hold of his dick. The nervous laughter filled the room. He turned immediately to see her grinning like someone who had cornered their prey.
"Surprised you, didn't I?" she said as she ran her fingers underneath the shaft. He gulped, again unable to speak. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle," she said sensuously. Then looking at what she was doing, she grasped his dick and stroked it up and down. Steve sighed. She placed her hand on his stomach and rubbed it playfully, sliding back down gradually to continue this erotic torture. Steve was in complete surrender.
"Don't wear him out, Leslie," Cynthia advised. "There are a few others in line who want a turn." She looked at Kathy and then Cindy. "You DO want a turn, don't you Cindy?" She enjoyed rattling Cindy's modesty. "But maybe you should be last... and finish him off," she said, raising her eyebrows and grinning from ear to ear. Brenda gasped. Leslie was silent,
"Whoa!" Brenda said. "I have a hard time thinking Cindy wants to do that, right Cindy?" But Cindy's mouth hung open. Her mind blank, she stared wide eyed at Brenda, then Leslie, who kissed Steve on the cheek and sat down. "Well, no rush. You can think about it while I take a turn," Brenda said as she stood and walked over to Steve, smiling wickedly. She stood just out of reach, folded her arms across her chest and studied their captive. "Steve? I must tell you it was a LOT of fun taking your clothes off. Would you like to do this again sometime?"
Steve was afraid to answer. Did he want to do this again? Sure. But would he rather be one of five men with a naked woman? Definitely. Speechless and not wanting to stammer any more than he already had, he shrugged his shoulders.
"That means he has enjoyed this, but he's not sure about a repeat performance," Cynthia said, "But I bet if we planned something and let him help with the plan, he'd be all over it, right Steve?"
Steve felt put on the spot, but standing there without a stitch of clothes on, how much more "on the spot" could he be? "Yeah, I guess so," he said quietly, hoping he didn't sound too submissive.
"Well, let's not think about the future since you're completely naked right now," Brenda said, with extra emphasis on the word, 'now.' She stepped up close to Steve and pushed her fingers through his shaggy mane, then slid her hands down to his neck, moving out each shoulder and squeezing his biceps. Then she placed her hands on his chest and slid them down until she had to get on her knees in order to continue to go any lower. Sliding just below the waistline, she moved her hands out to his hips, positioning her self to perform an oral treatment on his cock. When Cynthia had been in this position, it had been a tease. Brenda wasn't teasing and Steve's stomach muscles tightened with anticipation. Brenda looked up at him and smiled. She moved her hands away from his hips and rubbed them together. Steve already had an erection so she pushed it down with her pointer finger and took it into her mouth.
There was a collective gasp before Kathy said, "Wow, Brenda! I can't believe you're doing THAT!" Cynthia raised her eyebrows. Leslie's hands covered her mouth and Cindy's mouth hung open again. Without releasing her hold, Brenda glanced sideways and tried to reply but it was impossible to understand what she had said with her mouth full. At first, Steve's arms hung to his sides but soon he held Brenda's head firmly as she continued sucking and slurping as she went. Steve groaned.
Brenda was focused as if she fully intended to bring Steve to a point of climax. The other ladies recognized this and exchanged glances. Ever the leader and spokesperson, Cynthia spoke up. "Uh... Brenda? Save a little bit for Cindy, ok?"
Brenda slid back and forth one more time and then reluctantly, held Steve's dick at the base and kissed it's head. She looked up at him contentedly and said, "How was that?" Steve nodded but he was in a daze.
Now all eyes were on Cindy, "I... I uh... Oh dear, um... I don't know what to think," she said, flustered by how far things had gone. She was kicking herself for not imagining things would wind up here. But now, the ball {so to speak} was in her court. What to do? She looked at Steve who looked back with a confused questioning, but wound up expression. How could she follow up Brenda? What did he want her to do? Would they be able to look at each other at the community center? Would this radically alter their relationship in a new direction? If so, would she want that? Would he? However, she was seriously aroused and trying to keep a lid on it had been fairly easy but now free to join him on the rollercoaster, she was trying to count the cost.
"Uh, Cindy?" Leslie tried to pull her back into the moment. "Are you in there somewhere?"
"Sorry. Trying to get my wits about me. Wow... Steve? What are you thinking?" She felt like she needed permission no matter what she decided.
"Maybe I should go next," Kathy said, settling the tension momentarily. I wasn't really planning on this, but..."
"Jump on in Kathy!" Cynthia said, "If it weren't for you, this party wouldn't be happening anyway."
Kathy grinned, "Alright," she said as she stood and straightened her slacks. "Come stand over here in the middle of the room, Steve," she said as she moved a chair out of the way. "Just in case we need more room." Every eyebrow was raised and glances ere exchanged.
Steve did as he was told. He felt more naked knowing they watched him closely as he moved clumsily around the coffee table, bumping a corner and rattling the cups and saucers. "Sorry," he said, his anxiety increasing. He felt even more dominated having Kathy who was older, a little overweight and a bit larger than him, taking charge now. If he were choosing a woman to be sexy with, it wouldn't be her, but here they were and she was in charge.
She took a deep breath and smiled at him. "Well now... let me see here... " She stepped in front of Steve and stood maybe a foot away just inside his personal space. He fought the inclination to step back. It surprised him when she placed her hands on his hips and looked him in the eye. "Hello there, Steve," she said as if they were old friends. "What's happened to all your clothes?" Their eyes were locked together so he jerked when she took hold of his dick like it was the handle of a hammer. "You shouldn't be walking around naked like that," she said never looking away, "Someone might want to grab this thing. Y'know?"
Steve sputtered trying to think of a comeback. The ladies were giggling again and Brenda yelled, "Whoo! Go Kathy!" Kathy looked over her shoulder at her with an excited grin.
Turning back, she looked down at her hand holding Steve's dick. Looking back at his face, she smiled broadly and said, "Very nice. Very, very nice." She stepped back and let go, looking him over, squinting at him studiously. Steve could feel five pairs of eyes, studying his naked body, but Kathy was leading the way. Facing her again, he stood quietly awaiting instruction, naked and submitted. Kathy stood beside him and caressed his ass with her right hand. She patted his cheek tenderly then a little harder and then, to his surprise, slapped it, generating chortles of laughter. Facing him again, she wrapped her arms around him, pressing her body against him and reached around with both hands to squeeze his ass again. Before he could absorb this, she kissed him right on the mouth, stepped back to look at him again with a big smile and then turned to Cindy and said, "He's all yours. Help yourself." The ladies all applauded, delighted with Kathy's performance. She returned to her seat and Brenda high-fived her.
Cindy sat motionless, breathing heavily, unsure what to do. Hesitantly, she stood to her feet, facing Steve and fearing her desires. He stared at her, unable to predict what was about to happen. Taking a deep breath with a pounding heart, she stepped in front of him, looking in his eyes, too self-conscious to look anywhere else. "Steve, I swear this has gone way beyond what I had thought would happen," she said, almost panting with excitement. "I never imagined all this." But with the opportunity right in front of her, how could she resist? Steve nodded his head, his throat again too dry to speak. "But here we are..." She bit her lower lip as she studied his face. Her senses were telling her to pounce on him.
"What do you want to do?" Steve said breathlessly, clinching his fists to keep from touching her. He moved closer and boldly placed his hands on her hips thinking she needed him to take charge. She had never considered him in this way but everything had changed now. Steve pulled her to himself, pressing their bodies together. Cindy had not expected this, and wrapped her arms around him, the feel of his bare skin melting her sensibilities. She could smell his shampoo and the Ivory soap he'd used a couple of hours ago. It was as if he had just dried off after stepping out of the shower. His strength and gentleness captured her and she squeezed him tightly, her head now resting on his shoulder.
The other ladies were silent, watching as a different vibe unfolded. Cindy placed her hands on Steve's back and allowed her lips to brush against his cheek. He responded by squeezing her tighter. Although this was a tender moment, it was still erotically precarious. Neither knew what to say or how to proceed, so they remained in the hug. Finally, Steve let his right arm slide down her back and stroked Cindy's left cheek. She flinched with surprise. Had he meant to do that? It was like he was giving her permission to make a move. So she did. She followed Steve's example and let her right hand drift down to the small of his back. She stroked his skin and sensing his acceptance, allowed her hand to drift down to the soft flesh of his cheeks. Both were enveloped in apprehension but unable to refrain from succumbing to the immediacy of pleasure. Neither had been in such an embrace in a long time and the power of intimacy was difficult to resist.
Cindy began to relax into the magic of the moment and with both hands began to rub Steve's back, feeling his muscular shoulders and moving back down to fondle both cheeks breathing deeply, enjoying the warmth of his body. Steve who had less restraint, settled into finally feeling his domination had been lifted. After having been enveloped in vulnerability it was a relief to feel like he was on even footing. He felt freer to fully engage.
The other ladies murmured their acceptance. Steve leaned back so he could make eye contact and Cindy was forced to do the same. She began to smile, communicating she was turning on to what was happening. This sure did feel good. Having control over a man... Ideas raced through her mind. This really was an unusual opportunity. Steve had thought he was gaining some control but Cindy's smile startled him. It wasn't the quiet, sweet, gentle girl he knew from the community center. She stepped back, scanning his body and her smile looked almost sinister. She turned to look at her friends.
"Atta girl, Cindy," Cynthia cooed. "He's all yours."
"Let yourself go, girl friend," Brenda said, "You can do anything you want, right Steve?"
Cindy saw the confusion on his face and seized his moment of surprise by wrapping her left arm around his waist and scooping up his balls with her right hand. Too stunned to think, Steve jerked back in surprise. He turned to look at her face and saw her confidence and sense of control. His mind went blank.
The response from the other ladies was temporarily deafening. Cindy pulled her hand back and wrapped her fingers around his shaft, her right hand firmly grabbing his right butt cheek.
Steve sputtered in surprise, still unable to think. Cindy finally felt totally into it. Totally. She turned to face him, smiled, closed her eyes and leaned in to give him a deep kiss. Steve thought he might drown.
"Maybe we should leave now," Kathy whispered, barely loud enough for the other ladies to hear. They all exchanged glances and Cynthia shook her head and mouthed the word, "No." She was sure that Cindy still needed the strength of numbers to feel safe.
Steve tried to step into the aggressor role by touching Cindy's breasts. It was obvious she was hot but she responded by slapping him and then returning to the hand job. She looked in Steve's eyes with a confident, tough chick smile he had never seen. Cynthia was right. Cindy felt dominance with them all in the room with her. Steve simply felt dominated and confused.
Cindy brought Steve within a millisecond of a shuddering climax when there was a loud knock at the door... |
Step By Step Ch. 02 | 40,119 | 4.6 | 526,885 | [
"cuffs"
] | For the next week or so nothing was mentioned between the two women about the kiss. It hung between them like a guilty secret as they continued to spend time together, getting to know each other and finding more and more that, outside of their sexuality, they had shared interests and values. Helen, having been fed by Sam not once but twice, felt she ought to return the favour and did so first with a fish pie, and again with a meal of cold meats and salad. Then, one Thursday, Sam suggested that they go out to the local pub and have a go at the quiz night. It was agreed that Helen would call round for Sam at seven thirty to give them plenty of time to get there and find a decent table.
As ever, when she was to be with Sam, Helen felt a flutter of excitement as she got ready, it wasn't just the quiz night she was looking forward to; it was spending time with her new friend. She told herself to stop being so silly, Sam was just a friend, someone with whom she enjoyed their time together, not some sort of schoolgirl crush, but that didn't stop it being special, something she did look forward to, that somehow the times she spent with Sam were the bright spots in her life. She glanced at the clock; she was still far too early but she wouldn't wait, she couldn't wait and, by seven o'clock she was knocking on Sam's front door. An upstairs window opened and Sam's tousled head popped out.
"Hi, Helen! You're very early and I'm nowhere near ready; I'll be ages yet," Sam called down.
"Sorry, I'll call back later." Helen felt foolish and embarrassed.
"Nonsense! Now you're here come upstairs and chat. You can keep me company whilst I change. Let yourself in; the kitchen door's unlocked." Sam, as ever, wasn't taking no for an answer.
Helen went through the ginnel, let herself in by the back door and stood in Sam's kitchen.
"Come on up, I'm in my bedroom." Sam called down and Helen set of up the stairs. She still felt a little sheepish for arriving so early but, after all, Sam had invited her in. She knocked gently on the bedroom door and went on through to find Sam sat at her dressing table using the only chair in the room so Helen, at her friends bidding, perched on the edge of the bed. As they chatted Helen looked around at her surroundings. The room was a mirror image of her own bedroom and suffered from the same diminutive dimensions but there the similarities ended; there wasn't a trace of chintz, the overall design was functional rather than decorative and the only embellishments were a rather disturbing art print and, hanging on a hook below, a pair of heavy leather wrist cuffs complete with connecting chain. Helen was at first shocked, then surprised, and then intrigued to see the cuffs hanging so openly. She couldn't help staring, wondering how much they were for decoration and how much they were actually used.
"Admiring my wrist cuffs?" Sam asked with a laugh.
"They're... They're very unusual," Helen replied getting up and taking them off their hook.
"A present from an old flame. A memento of some fun times together. It almost broke my heart when she had to return home to the States."
"Don't you mind them being on show like that; you don't mind what people might think?" Sam asked.
"Hey, I've never been shy about my sexuality and, anyway, you've got to be pretty close to me before you're invited into the inner sanctum so it's only close friends like you who get to see them and they all know what I'm like. Look, amuse yourself for a while, will you. I've got to take a shower; I'm still all sweaty from the day. Won't be a moment or two." and, without another word, Sam left the room and, moments later, Helen heard through the walls the sound of the shower running next door.
The cuffs felt heavy in Helen's hands and she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to wear them. She turned them over, closely examining every detail; these were no toy but the real deal, the thick leather was well padded inside so that they would hold firmly but comfortably and, rather than buckles they had a system where a metal loop fitted through a slot in the leather held by a padlock which could be clicked shut, quite easily. Click! Almost without realising what she was doing she had fitted a cuff around her left wrist and, having done so, Helen felt compelled to go further. She looked around and noticed that the bed had an iron latticework headboard perfect for attaching the cuffs to. She knelt on the bed and wove the chain through the ironwork so that, when she fitted the other cuff to her right wrist the chain held her securely. She felt entranced, being chained like this was sending the strangest sensations through her, a mixture of fear and desire. The keys to the padlocks still hung from the hook on the wall and, with a thud, she realised just how helpless she was, how she would have to wait for Helen to release her. She pulled against the chain, testing how firmly she was held, how there was no way the wrought iron headboard was going to give and, try as she might, the cuffs fitted snugly around her wrists and would not release her. Her heart was pounding; her breathing was short and nervous. She...
"Well, well, well. What have we here?" Sam, wrapped in a towelling dressing gown, had returned from her shower.
"I just... I thought..." Helen's blushes burnt in her cheeks.
"You just thought you'd try my cuffs out for size, see how they fitted? Well, how do they feel?"
"They're... fine. Look, Sam, can you let me free now." Helen was beginning to panic.
"No, I don't think I will. I've never been able to resist an attractive woman chained to my bedstead and I don't see why I should start now." Sam's tone was light but there was a hint of steel underneath. "Now why don't we get you arranged properly?"
"Sam, don't be silly. I was just mucking around, I just wondered what they felt like. Please, let me go, I'm serious."
"You're serious? Well so am I. You've been playing the little tease ever since I met you. You're all 'Oh, no Sam, I'm not like that' but you know and I know you are like that; you're just need a little persuading. I don't think for one moment that it's an accident that you're all chained up; I think you wanted to be caught like that; you wanted the excuse to give in to me. Well, now that I've got my chance I'm not going to give it up just because you've got cold feet.
"Please, Sam, I didn't mean to..." Helen pleaded.
"You didn't mean to..." Sam mocked. "I don't care what you did or didn't mean; you're chained up to MY bed in MY house and that means you obey MY orders. If you don't get into position NOW I will give you such a spanking you won't sit down for a week."
There was a long pause whilst the two women just stared at each other. Helen was deeply conflicted, her thoughts a jumble of confused snippets. She hadn't meant to... She didn't want to... Sam looked so stern... She'd been so naughty playing with the cuffs in the first instance... She pleaded to Sam with her eyes but Sam just stood there with her arms folded and shook her head. Sam's words echoed in her head. Was she right, that this is what she wanted? Had she been a tease? Had she been leading Sam on? Did she deserve the spanking Sam was threatening? She knew if she didn't stand up to Sam, if she didn't insist on being freed, then she's be crossing some sort of line and that in itself was disturbing but, and this was the sticking point, she somehow couldn't bring herself to say 'no'.
"I'm sorry Sam." She replied at last. "I don't know what to do"
"Then just lie down on your back. Let me do the rest." Sam's voice was calm again. She guided Helen down onto the bed until she was lying full length, her wrists still chained to the headboard, her toes nearly overhanging the end. Then she got on the bed and lay down beside her, cuddling up to her.
"Look, Helen," She said as she gently stoked Helen's hair, calming her down. "I know you're pretty confused about all this, you're not sure what you want or whether it's right to want it. I guess you feel a little scared as well. Tell me, do you trust me?"
"Yes, Sam, I think I do," Helen replied after a pause.
Well, why don't we try this? I'm going to have my wicked way with you and you can't stop me, and if you can't stop me it's not your fault, you're not to blame, you don't have to worry about it. So you just lie back and let me have my fun; you never know, you might enjoy it too. OK?" Sam waited for Helen's nod before she reached down and undid the button holding the waistband of Helen's Jeans and slid her hand inside. Helen flinched as she felt Sam's fingers stroking her stomach, sliding under the elastic of her panties but never straying too far beneath. All the time Sam watched Helen's face, watching her gradually accept this invasion, watching her gradually submit.
Once she was satisfied that Helen was no longer resisting she stopped, sat up, got off the bed, and started to remove Helen's clothes. Her shoes slipped off easily enough but the jeans were more of a struggle. As Sam tugged at the waistband part of Helen wanted to help, wanted to lift her buttocks off the bed to make it easier but she hung onto the idea that, if she didn't help, if she didn't acquiesce, then what ever happened wasn't her fault. Eventually Sam got the jeans out from under Helen's hips and slid them down her legs, pulled them free, and neatly folded them away.
"What pretty little panties. How sweet." Sam commented. "Sorry, but they've got to go as well."
The jeans were one thing, panties were another but, having gone this far Helen felt it would be churlish to call a stop. She turned her head away and bit her lip repeating to herself the mantra that if she didn't actually help then she wasn't acquiescing. Meanwhile Sam was having a bit of a struggle slipping the panties over Helen's hips but it was nothing compared to the jeans and it didn't take long before she was lying there naked from the waist down. There was no way Sam could remove Helen's tee shirt so she simply pushed it up a bit exposing Helen's breasts.
"That's better. Now then, spread your legs apart." Again the edge of steel in Sam's voice.
"Wha..." Helen had not been expecting that.
"Come along now, do as you're told. I strongly advise you not to keep me waiting if you want to avoid a spanking."
Again their eyes locked, again there was a brief struggle of wills but Helen could see that Sam was giving orders, not suggestions, and that the threat of a spanking was very real. Furthermore, the little girl within her was reacting to Sam's dominance and her automatic reaction was to obey. Slowly, without once taking her eyes off Sam, she moved her legs apart, opening herself up.
"There's a good little girl, that's better." Sam's tone made Helen feel like she was back in school, up before the headmistress, in trouble for some unspecified offence. "Now you just lie there and think about how open and vulnerable you are whilst I get ready. Don't go away now."
Sam went back to her dressing table and reached for her hairdryer. She was secretly delighted. She had been a little concerned as to how far she was pushing Helen outside her comfort zone but a glistening dampness along Helen's pussy lips spoke volumes about her true feelings, how, despite her initial protestations, her body was responding and her heart and mind would surely follow.
Meanwhile Helen was struggling to lie still. Every fibre of her body wanted to close her legs, to roll over, to hide herself away, to stop lying in this disgraceful pose, so open, so wanton, so offered up. It wouldn't have been so bad if her legs were chained in the same way as her wrists but they weren't, the only thing holding them apart was her compliance and the vague threat of a spanking. Indeed, the very thought of a spanking just added to the turmoil. She had no doubts that Sam meant it, that she could and would deliver a spanking that was swift and painful. More complex was her anticipation of that possible spanking; she feared the pain but somehow would welcome the punishment. Maybe a spanking would quell the feelings she was finding harder and harder to deny, the feeling that wanted to be here, the feeling that wanted more.
Back at her dressing table Sam was taking her time, taking meticulous care about getting ready. Helen was exasperated by this slowness, frustrated beyond belief by the waiting. A couple of times Sam got up and went to her wardrobe but each time she did so she ignored Helen, pottering about as if the room were empty.
In fact Sam was well aware of the turmoil with Helen. All the time she had been keeping an eye on her with discreet glances in the mirror. She knew only too well how the waiting was part of the game, how it would intensify the feelings within her victim. She watched as Helen's hips quivered with the strain of keeping her legs apart. She'd known plenty of playmates who were such wanton sluts that they loved lying there with their legs wide open, begging to be used; how much more delicious to play with a shy one like Helen, to force her to act against her modesty. Eventually she could spin it out no longer, it was time to get down to business. She got up and sat down on the edge of the bed, reached over and gently stroked Helen's calves.
"Are you a good girl?" Sam asked softly.
"Please, Sam..." Helen begun but Sam cut her short.
"I think it's best if you call me Mistress when you're being punished." She said.
"Punished, Mistress?" Helen was confused.
"Yes, punished. You've been having naughty thoughts, haven't you." Sam's voice was steady, even.
"Naughty thoughts, Mistress? I don't know what you mean." Helen's perplexity was only half feigned.
"Oh, yes you do; don't lie to me." Sam's hand had been steadily working its way up Helen's leg and was now stroking her inner thigh, tantalisingly close. Helen was having to really struggle to stay still. "I think this dirty little girl has been thinking about all kind of naughty things and got herself all aroused and, if we have a look, we'll see that her lust is quite obvious. Shall we see?" Sam's finger tips eased inside Helens vaginal lips. "Oh yes, just as I thought, your pussy is all wet; this very naughty little girl has got herself all worked up with her dirty little thoughts. Now, what shall we do with her?"
Softly Sam ran her fingertips through the slick folds of skin, teasing Helen open, feeling the moistness that attested to her awakening excitement. As Sam had guessed calling Helen a 'dirty little girl' with 'naughty thoughts' had struck a chord deep within her and that, combined with Sam's clever fingers were taking Helen to places she had never been before.
Sam moved so that she was lying down beside Helen, their bodies next to each other, her outstretched hand now resting across Helen's pubic mound, her fingers working in slow circles around the top of Helen's slit.
"And does my naughty little girl like that? Does she like her Mistress playing with her? Does she need a good spanking for all the naughty thoughts she's having." Sam's voice maintained its soft, almost hypnotic tone. "Well, child, answer me."
Helen could barely think, let alone speak. Her few fumbled attempts at playing with herself had been so racked with guilt that they had been joyless and Rob's clumsy groping had never been even vaguely erotic but this, this insistent rhythm, was overwhelming her, leaving her powerless to resist. The last shreds of her guilt knew she ought to fight it, knew she ought to say no but the little girl inside her knew she was naughty, knew she did have naughty thoughts and knew she had to submit to her mistresses will, to take her medicine, for good or for ill.
All the time Sam was increasing the intensity and Helen couldn't help but respond, moving her hips, pushing back, riding Sam's fingers as much as they were riding her.
"That's it, that's the way." Sam urged. "Now we're seeing what you're really like, what a dirty, dirty little girl you are, how you need a damn good spanking to teach you not to play with yourself, to show you what we do to filthy little things like you to teach them to behave. Admit it, confess to me how much you like to play with yourself."
"Yes, I... Yes, I... OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!" Being ordered to confess was the trigger and enough to push Helen over the edge. Her body bucked and thrashed about, pulling against the chains that held her wrists as Sam fought to stay with her, riding the waves, taking her all the way to paradise until she was spent, exhausted and emotional drained.
When the turmoil finally subsided Helen felt more than a little embarrassed but also, confusingly, sated in a way she'd never known before. She was also trembling like a leaf and she couldn't help but cry, deep wracking sobs that shook her body. Still straining against the wrist cuffs she rolled towards Sam who hugged her close and kissed away the tears until Helen responded and kissed her back and they lay together, sharing the moment, sharing each other.
It was Sam who broke away first, pulling back and looking lovingly on the still bound form of her friend.
"Are you OK?" She asked tenderly.
"Yes, just a bit overwhelmed. I've never... I didn't know... Oh, Sam, it was all a bit much and I don't know how I feel about it but," Helen bushed at the recollection, "I can't deny that... Well, I've never felt anything like that before." Helen glanced up at her wrists.
"Yeah, lets get you unlocked, it's time we made a move or we won't be there for the start of the quiz." Sam got off the bed and reached for the keys to the cuffs.
"What about you?" Helen asked as Sam undid the locks. "I mean, it feels a bit one sided."
"Don't you worry about me." Sam replied. "I'll get my turn soon enough. Now hurry up and put your jeans on or we'll be late."
Helen was too overcome to hurry but, even so, it didn't take long to put on her panties, jeans and shoes and, ready at last, the two women set out for the pub. Sam had a spring in her step and a twinkle in her eye but Helen was more thoughtful. She couldn't shake the memory of all the things Sam had said to her. Sure, those magic fingers had been the centre of her pleasure but they would have been nothing without the words. What was it about being a 'naughty girl' that got to her so much, and the sheer intensity of her climax brought on by the torrent of abuse from Sam. And then there was the whole spanking thing, sure Sam hadn't actually done it but she'd threatened often enough and that had been very much part of the turn on. Helen gave a little shiver as the memory washed through her and Sam, misunderstanding, put her arm around her as they hurried down the road. |
Still Sex at 70 | 78,830 | 4.6 | 268,766 | [
"bridge"
] | I'm a 72 year old male in fairly good condition, all things considered. I do my sit-up exercises including push-ups and walk regularly. My regular route is a little over two miles. So I'm in better shape than many my age. However, I enjoy food and a friendly drink so I'm a little soft with too much around my middle. I've shrunk a little with age, used to be six feet and now am about 5'10", getting very close to 200 pounds. I'm also a widower. My wife of 42 years died three years ago. I miss her very much. After being married that long we became almost two halves of a single entity. It's as if I'm missing part of myself. Both of our daughters are grown and doing well. Each of them has two children and claim that's it. I get along fine with both and enjoy my grandchildren. Particularly in small, controlled doses.
To keep my mind active and fight Alzheimer's, I do crossword puzzles and play bridge, the card game, a couple times a week at senior centers. Each day at bridge there are several tables of four each and, as we play our rounds we move from table to table, changing partners and opponents. There are noticeably more women than men. More widows (and some divorcees) by far than widowers. Over time we get to know one another fairly well. There's even some flirting and suggestive repartee. But it was always innocent or just friendly until now.
One of the women I've played with for a couple years, Virginia, waited until the session was over and approached me as I was leaving the center. For some reason I happen to know she's 70. She must have had a birthday celebration or something that I've forgotten. But I know she's another old coot like me. She's in better shape than me. I bet she was skinny as a kid because as she's aged and thickened, she still isn't all that thick. Actually has a very attractive body. As I remember with my wife, I suspect Virginia's breasts have actually enlarged with the years although they're still of a size that I bet they don't sag much. She has very attractive legs and what appears to be a nice, firm ass. She's also not bad looking. Doesn't dye her hair, which is partly dark gray and partly white. Always keeps herself well, minimal make-up and attractive clothes. And she's always been fun, good sense of humor and quick with a response.
But it surprised me when she, well, I don't know how else to describe it, propositioned me. Out of the blue. Unexpected.
I was walking towards the exit when I heard "Jack!" I stopped and half turned to see who it was. It was Virginia. "Jack, you've been a widower for years now, haven't you?" she asked.
"Yes," I replied, stopping and responding to her, "Three years now."
"Me, too," she says. "I miss it. Miss it a lot. Do you?"
"Certainly. Several times every day I'm reminded of how it used to be. And it was better then than now."
"Me, too," she says again. "Particularly at night. I miss the companionship. The sex. Do you?"
"Well, yes, of course," is all I can think of to say.
"What do you do about it?"
"Nothing. Pretty much nothing. I think that's pretty much over with now."
"Nothing?" she says, acting surprised. "I can't do that. I want it too much. Doing myself isn't what I want but it's better than nothing. "
What do I say to that? I do miss the sex, of course. I miss more than the sex, though. The sex and love and my wife are all mixed together and have been for so many years. I'm aware of erections when I wake up and would like to slip it into a warm vagina but it goes away fairly quick. Besides, it really wasn't just sex, just fucking, it was more. It was all part of love. When we were first married, I had to seduce my wife every time but as the years went by she seduced me just as often as I did her. It was part of both our lives. So how do I answer her?
I guess I stood there silent for too long because she then said, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have mentioned it. I think I've embarrassed you."
"No, no, I'm not embarrassed," I replied quickly. "I was just remembering times with my wife. But before I say anything else, I might be misunderstanding you so I should make sure, are you suggesting that we, you and I, could do something sexually?"
She had looked worried but now smiled. "Yes, exactly," she said.
I thought for a moment but didn't want to take too long and then said, "Once upon a time, it seems like years and years ago but also seems like yesterday, when I was young and single, I spent a lot of my time trying to have sex with girls. I didn't know much and I never knew to start with whether the girl I was with knew much about sex so we sort of stumbled our way through the preliminaries, feeling and caressing and slowly getting to the real thing, or, failing to get there. My aim back then had nothing to do with love and marriage, it was all about managing to experience the joys of sex. And, thinking back, most of the girls seemed to feel the same. So I assume that's sort of what you're suggesting. Sex just for the experience of sex and not as the beginning of something more."
"Yes. I don't think either of us are thinking of anything serious or permanent. We both have our lives. Yes, I think it's truly just to experience the joys again rather than live without them."
"Well, I haven't thought this though but I'm not sure if that's completely possible. Neither of us are inexperienced. We're not just getting started. We're likely not wanting to go through the coy games, or the fumbling under clothing. Some preliminaries undoubtedly are needed but nothing like years ago. Yet, I don't want to just climb on and get my rocks off and roll off and go home. I've experienced a lot better and would want to experience it some more. I mean, I love the presence and feel of a naked body, a naked, willing and cooperative female body. I want to feel the shapes of the body, the butt, the breasts, the pussy. I love the taste of a female, her breasts, her vagina, finding her clit with my tongue and lips. And I don't know if it's possible to experience that and not have romance rear up. It may not be possible to have sex without emotion, a lot of emotion. Maybe that's all too risky. Maybe we'd go into something that would end up creating more problems than solutions."
"My God, Jack, I'm about to cum standing here. If nothing else, I haven't been this aroused in years. I don't care about any potential problems. Can you get an erection? Because I'm ready right now without any preliminaries. Don't be so damned analytical, let's just go do it."
I'll have to admit, I smiled. I could remember my wife saying something similar. Not often but on occasion. I also have to admit that I was getting hard. Not all the way yet but I was definitely interested. "O.k., where do we go? We both have cars. I can follow you to your place or you can follow me to mine."
She grinned. "I walked here, it's only two blocks. So let's go, I'll show you the way."
At her place we went directly to the bedroom and without further discussion stripped naked. For a 70 year old, she had a terrific body. Breasts that were perhaps grapefruits, not extra large but firm and standing up. A great butt and lovely legs. A little thicker around the middle than perfect, a little pooch, but not nearly as much as I had. "You have a great body, Virginia," I told her with just a hint of exaggeration, "Like a 30-year old. I'm only good for one time, however you want it, so if it's o.k. with you, I should go first and feast on you, then you can use me as you want later." She had her eye on my cock and balls. I was partially erect, showing that at least there was something there, and without complaint, she lay back on the bed, spreading her legs some.
I climbed on her, kissed her as I felt her breasts. Kissed her face, her shoulders. I wanted to give her as big a thrill as I was capable of and at the same time, I wanted to enjoy her body. It'd been awhile. My wife used to love my licking her, eating her. I would work on her forever. Well, truthfully, I might have licked her pussy and clit for as long as ten minutes but once she came, she wanted me in her. I realize there are multi-orgasms but she was usually limited to two. One from my mouth and one from my cock being in her while her fingers worked her clit. I ran my hand down Virginia's back. I love the feel of the lower back flaring out onto the ass and then the feel of a nice, solid ass. By then I had my mouth to one breast, one hand to the other one. I licked and sucked her nipple which brought lots of moans and grunts. I moved to the other and then down across her stomach.
I learned long ago that at an older age, a woman can't get her knees up to her shoulders, opening her pussy, and hold it the way she could when she was twenty. So I pulled her whole body around so that I could kneel on the floor and get her legs over my shoulders and my mouth to her pussy. She was more than ready, very wet, very tasty.Slightly hairy, all gray, but not enough to be in the way. I licked and tongue fucked her but moved to her clit where I knew all of the action had to be. As I worked my mouth on her clit, I slid two fingers into her and worked them around. It took no time and her hips were jumping, her legs moving. her hands pushing my head even tighter into her. I actually like licking a pussy, feeling it, tasting it, causing strong reactions, finally getting a small mouthful. When she finally came, I slid my fingers out and took her whole pussy into my mouth and sucked and swallowed. She's making all sorts of noises. Almost screams.
When I pulled loose and moved up over her, sliding her body back onto the bed, she said, "My God, Jack, I'll never be able to tell anyone about you or they'll all go after you and steal you from me. If I knew what you could do, I'd have been after you twenty years ago." We held each other and kissed and her hands started all over me. I guess she liked male bodies as much as I did female because she kissed her way down to my cock, licking my nipples on the way but moving fairly quickly to licking and tasting my cock and balls. She finally got her mouth around the head and started swallowing me as she licked and sucked. It was obvious she liked this, it wasn't just something she felt she should do. "I'd love to taste your cum, years ago I would have, but I really need you in me now," she said and then moved to straddle me and poise her bottom above my cock before slowly dropping down and taking me up into her.
She sounded as if she'd just had a nice cold drink on a hot day, with a very satisfied , drawn out "Aaahh" and then started to move her whole body, riding me, feeling me move inside her. Her sounds turned to grunts as she worked on me. I reached for her clit, wanting to make sure she got another orgasm out of this. It didn't take all that long and she was screaming again and I could feel her insides pulsing and gripping me, which pushed me into cumming inside her. She could feel it because she finally went back to that satisfied "aaahh" again and finally lay down on me as I got my arms around her and we kissed.
We just stayed like that for a minute or so until she finally lifted her head and looked at me as she slid back a little, letting my very deflated cock slide out of her. "For a couple of old geezers that was awfully good, wasn't it?" she almost murmured.
We just held each other and enjoyed the bliss of having just successfully fucked and finally decided to shower, which we did together. I hoped it would get me up again but to give me time, I spent fifteen minutes or so on her body, working my way down to her pussy again and giving her another orgasm. She later reciprocated and almost sucked me up and hard again but I never quite got there. I had never used aids before but I began to think I should get some Viagra or something and see if it wouldn't let me go more than once in an evening. Which, incidentally, it did, as I learned later.
It's only been a few months and we've got together every three or four days and truly enjoy the sex. It's probably a rationalization but I've convinced myself that my wife would like me to enjoy myself until I finally join her wherever. At least I hope so or else that wherever is going to be Hell. |
Stockholm Delight | 38,099 | 4.75 | 1,000,609 | [
"erotic",
"drama",
"romance"
] | Stockholm, Sweden, Saturday evening
It is Saturday... how the hell did I end up alone in a hotel bar? My date cancelled at the last minute, that dick. All dressed up and no fun. I sipped on a martini, standing by the bar. Felt weird, standing there all alone... I considered just calling it a night, go home and curse all men. But hey, I am not leaving a drink I paid for, so I might as well hang around a while...
I bought a new dress and everything for this date...even skipped my thong, prepared for fun tonight... suddenly I felt under-dressed. The bartender glanced at me, I probably looked lost. I was not used to standing in a bar alone... but hey, live and learn I thought to myself, sipping my drink
And then I realised that I wasn't technically alone - a short distance to my left stood a man, seemingly oblivious to my presence and concentrating on a book, a dark red drink of some kind sitting close by. He was in his late 40s or early 50s, with salt-and-pepper hair, slightly curly. He wasn't exactly dressed up, but wore a well-cut dark grey suit, crisp white shirt and a somewhat flamboyant silk tie that seemed to be his attempt to assert his individuality in a grey business world. His only concession to the fact that he was no longer in a client meeting was the fact that his top shirt button was undone, and his tie just slightly loosened. I studied him, mentally contrasting our sartorial choices, and wondering what on earth his red drink might be...
I returned to my martini, studying myself in the mirror behind the ranks of bottles at the bar. Shit - I'm hot, I thought. And that was not all that I was thinking, as I felt the familiar tingle begin between my smooth and barely-covered lips...
I had finished my drink by now, and the bartender asked if i wanted another. I looked to my side and pointed 'I think I will have what he is having, looks tasty.' The man showed no sign of hearing me, reading his book, looking really focused on his reading.
'Sorry to bother you...' I almost whispered. 'But could you tell me what that drink is?'
*I looked up from my book. 'Oh, this? Just an Americano, with a twist. You are welcome to taste it, if you like.'*
'Thank you,' I responded, with a hint of a smile. I thought I saw the same pass across his lips. I reached over and picked up the glass - cold, wet with condensation from the ice and, on closer inspection, sporting the subtlest of twists of bitter orange peel. His eyes followed the glass as I raised it to my lips... and then could feel them settle on those lips as I took the tiniest of sips. I looked playfully at him as I did so, the bittersweet liquid creating an explosion of flavour in my mouth. His eyes lifted and met mine.
*'So... what do you think? I'm told it's an acquired taste...' I said, again allowing just a hint of a smile to play on my lips.*
'It tasted great, never tried it before.' I smiled as the bartender served me my drink. 'Good thing it tasted good, otherwise my order would have been stupid. Nice to try new things now and then. Again, sorry to pull you away from your book.'
*'Hey - no worries, it's not that great anyway. It's always good to have the chance to talk to someone new when I'm travelling - can get so bloody tedious in the evenings with nothing to do but sip cocktails and read novels!' The book is good, yes, but suddenly this girl is talking to me and it doesn't seem quite so interesting any more. I mean... I know I'm the only guy in the bar and maybe she feels embarrassed to be sitting there in silence on her own... but she really is stunning. And that dress! Makes this godforsaken place rather more appealing, I must say!*
*'So you like Americanos, do you? That says quite a lot about a woman, in my experience...'*
'You think so? Guess not everyone likes the taste, but I totally got a new favorite drink. So cheers!' I raise my glass a little, looking at him. I thought this would be a terrible night, funny how things change so fast...
*'Yes, it's bittersweet, subtle and sensuous with a hint of adventure, even if that does sound like a bad bit of marketing...' I said, proffering my glass towards hers to chink. 'To a new adventure, here of all places! I'm Stephen, by the way.'*
*'*Hi Stephen..I am Linnéa, friends call me Nea. Nice to meet you.' I looked in his eyes.
'*Nice to meet you, Nea, if I may call you that.' She was looking straight into my eyes and I looked back... for a moment longer just politeness would allow. Deep brown eyes, somehow a contrast to her golden hair. Intense eyes, with a look that seemed to be saying... what, exactly?*
He looked back at me, I almost felt embarrassed. Did he pick up on my thoughts...? No, get a grip... I looked back down at my drink, almost blushing.
*Did she just blush? Surely not... I must be imagining it.*
*'So, Nea, other than sharing Americanos with strange men, what do you do for fun?' I asked - hey, what have I got to lose?*
'Oh, the usual stuff... party, shopping, travel... boring, right?' I smiled, sipping on my drink. 'You, what do you do, besides helping strange girls choose drinks?'
*'I'm a consultant - I tell my clients how to do what they do, better... And when I'm not doing that I like to see the sights, and occasionally those sights are rather more special.'*
*'*I see... and what kind of sights do you like the most...?'
*'That's an interesting question... I guess I tend to like beauty in all its forms... valleys, mountains, gorges... and the occasional stream. I love places where you have to hunt a while before you find how to get in but then, once you do, you find yourself surrounded by sheer delight.'*
I smile, looking at him. 'Very well put... you have a way with words. I like it. Find any of that here yet...?'
*'Stockholm's pretty flat, really, although the water everywhere does make it pleasantly... humid. Locally, there are some very aesthetic undulations, though...' I let my gaze fall from her eyes towards her cleavage, hoping that she wouldn't notice (or maybe hoping that she would). Her dress, clearly economical in its use of materials, was cut in such a way as to present her breasts as though on offer to the spectator. I looked back up at her eyes. She smiled a knowing smile, with a hint of naughtiness that was not without its effect on me.*
Judging by his eyes wandering over me, I would say my new dress worked... I smiled at him as I adjusted one shoulder strap on the dress. 'Glad to hear that Stephen, don't want you to only see the boring side of this city...'
*'No... I find that every city, no matter how dull (and I would not of course put Stockholm in that category), has the most sensuous sights and experiences to offer.' She had adjusted one of the shoulder straps on her dress, which had the effect of revealing a touch more of her mesmerising figure. I had to force myself not to stare, tongue hanging out... but managed to maintain my composure and what I liked to think was an intriguing simulation of distance. 'Are there any places you like to explore when you feel in need of stimulation?' I wasn't sure of her reaction to the increasingly blatant suggestion in my words. But - what the heck - I had nothing to lose. I studied her face as she considered my question.*
*'*Oh, I would say most places work if you are in the right mood.' I smiled at him, not entirely sure he was saying what I thought he was... better keep it vague, don't want to come off as a... well... over-eager girl. But by now I was very intrigued by this man...
*'Oh yes... that is undoubtedly true! The right mood makes almost anything fun... and makes some things positively... superlative.' The Americano was starting to loosen my tongue... god knows what I'd say next. But, as I kept reminding myself, I had very little to lose at this point and, just possibly, judging by the most alluring creature in front of me, quite a lot to gain. 'Have you eaten?' I asked her, casually, '...only they say that the tapas here are the best in Stockholm.' Again, I studied her face - still showing hints of a blush - for a reaction. This was turning into a most fascinating evening.*
'Actually, I haven't. That would explain the drink going straight to my head...' I smiled. 'They are stronger than they look...' I sipped the last of my drink.
*'Well, unless you're in a hurry, perhaps you'd like to join me to sample some?' I asked, smiling more warmly. The place was empty, and along one edge of the bar was a long bench with tables, strewn with cushions, that looked rather inviting. At one end was a very modern, Scandinavian design open fire with very modern, Scandinavian flames playing neatly within.*
'I am in no rush... would be happy to join you. I never tried the food here, so it will be a first for me too.' I looked in his eyes again... no blushing this time, the drinks probably helped...
*'I'm so glad... shall we sit over there...?' I gestured towards the long bench. She smiled, nodded, and turned to walk towards the table area. As she moved, I could have sworn that she was wearing nothing underneath her dress, which as a result clung to her body in the most erotic way. From the back, her curves were just as appealing as they were from the front. I tried to hold my imagination in check as I followed her...*
I walked over to the tables, hoping he liked what he saw. I did like the attention, I will admit that. What is the point of buying a nice dress otherwise? 'Here?' I pointed towards one of the benches near us.
*'Why not?' I said, watching as she sat. I walked up to the bench and sat next to her (I had noticed that this area did not offer any other seating possibility), but not too close. I didn't want her to feel crowded or pressured... But I was beginning to sense that it wouldn't be too long before I got considerably closer. STOP IT! the little voice inside said to me... She's half your age and clearly would see nothing in you whatsoever. Just focus on choosing some tasty food and think of finishing your book! But somehow I wasn't sure the little voice was right this time...*
'This is nice, no one disturbing us...' I opened the menu. There was only one menu at the table, so he moved closer so we both could see. I almost felt his breath on my shoulder...is this smart? Getting involved like this with a stranger... older too. But... it felt so right. What the hell, go with the flow...
*She had opened the only menu available, so I moved slightly closer to be able to read it. As I skimmed over the text, my eyes caught sight of her hemline... her very short hemline that revealed some rather shapely legs... I corrected my glance and tried to focus on the choices available...*
*'Well... they seem to have some quite interesting dishes,' I offered by way of conversation. My mind, however, was not on the food. I could feel my breathing getting heavier and was sure she would notice... 'do you have any particular preferences?' I could feel the warmth of her body through the thin material of her dress, and sitting beside her gave me an even more generous view of her breasts. Gentlemen though I am, I could not help but notice that her nipples were erect and poking gently at the material... unencumbered as they were by a bra. As she moved, they moved subtly too. She turned to look at me and I managed, just in time I think, to move my eyes back to the menu.*
'I eat most things... maybe I will try some sushi. I have recently learned to appreciate that taste, never cared for it before.' He looked at me and smiled. His eyes wandered a bit... which I did not mind. 'And you, anything you fancy?'
*'Mmm... sushi sounds good. Let's start with that.' I gestured to the waiter and ordered a plate of assorted sushi. '... and could we have the wine list, please?'*
*She didn't seem to mind that I was being ever less discreet about my hungry glances at her, that were really starting to push the boundaries of polite interaction. She turned slightly to face me, her full lips slightly parted, and looked again at me with what was - surely - something approaching lust in her eyes. I may sometimes kid myself about such things but this was almost as blatant as my appreciation of her curves...*
Facing him, he smiled. I tried to keep my composure, but was not sure I did that well. The connection between us was obvious by now.
*So I tried the old trick... a subtle touch on her arm to see if she recoiled. Testing the waters. She did not. In fact, her hand touched my arm back. She smiled, and moved her lips just a little closer. They were so close that there could be no ambiguity now. I leaned towards her and let my lips touch hers, gently. Her response was immediate as she started to kiss me hungrily... and I did the same... We were oblivious to the surroundings (thankfully, an empty bar) as we sucked on each other's lips, our tongues explored and we forgot time and place.*
*Until we heard a clearing of the throat - the waiter had returned with the wine list. We attempted each to regain composure as if nothing had happened, and I took the list from him. Nea was slightly breathless... her red lipstick slightly smeared, and one thin strap had slipped down from her shoulder. Goodness knows how I looked! A knowing smile and look of complicity passed between us as we turned to the wine list.*
Suddenly I was all over him, in a kiss like there was no tomorrow... pure lust. When the waiter brought the wine list I felt all out of breath... but tried to seem calm. Inside my heart was racing. Wow, that was a great kiss... I adjusted myself, trying to stay focused on the wine list.
*'I was thinking of a dry white,' I said, although actually I was thinking of something rather less dry, 'would you like that?' She looked out of breath after our kiss - quite a spectacular kiss actually - and was trying to arrange the atoms of her dress into something almost decent. As she thought about her response, I put my hand on her leg, under the table. I felt her part her legs imperceptibly, but invitingly nonetheless. The waiter returned to take our wine order. I looked quizzically at her, and she nodded, apparently temporarily unable to speak. 'A bottle of the Sancerre, please,' I said to him with a smile. He strode off. My hand remained where I had ventured to place it - undisturbed. The skin of her leg was soft and smooth... and I allowed my touch to wander northward... encouraged by a further parting of her toned thighs...*
His hand on my leg felt perfect. He looked in my eyes as he moved it up against my leg. I bit my lip, looking back. I did not think this evening would turn out like this... he smiled at me. I felt my body responding to his touch...
*As my hand continued its exploration, her skin got softer, until finally my finger brushed against something warm and moist... and deliciously soft. My observation had been correct... she was wearing nothing under her dress, and now my finger was touching her soft and smooth pussy. I ran my finger delicately along... feeling the slight wetness that I knew carried the promise of infinitely more the moment I parted her inner lips and allowed myself to enter. As I did this, I could feel her breathing become rougher.*
His hand slightly touched my pussy... this is amazing. I even let out a whispering 'fuck...' as I felt him. God... this is not like me...
*The waiter returned with the Sancerre and presented it for my approval. I nodded without even glancing at the label, my finger still resting close to her clit, invisible from where he stood. He poured a small amount into my glass and, somewhat inelegantly as I was using my left hand, I picked up the glass and sipped the wine. It was surprisingly aromatic, yet dry. I nodded to him, and he quickly poured two glasses. And, thankfully, disappeared again. Nea leant forward to take her glass... I sensed that she needed a moment to reassess the situation... and I did the same. We raised our glasses. 'To tonight...' I said... and moved my finger just a little closer to her clit, which by now had emerged to greet me. Her wetness was quite intoxicating. I removed my finger, brought it to my lips, and sucked her juice from it. She was just as delicious as I had imagined.*
As we got our wine, I sipped some. By now I was horny as never before, so I could barely feel the taste of the wine. Doing this at a restaurant... crazy. But crazy good... I looked at him, as he tasted me. Oh yes...this was going to be an amazing evening I think...
*I let my finger, ever so gently, trace a path around her clit. Then I moved it down... gently probing for her opening... and then I found it... She was so wet that my finger plunged in and was quickly enveloped in sweet moisture... hot and slippery. I turned my hand palm upwards, and let the tip of my finger explore her... Seeking that magic spot... She seemed to be enjoying this as much as I was.*
*'*Stephen... you are gonna make me fucking cum if you go on...' I whispered. Feeling my breathing getting heavier...
*At that moment, the waiter appeared with our sushi. With as much elegance as I could muster in the circumstances, I withdrew my finger, sucked it clean, turned towards Nea and smiled. She was quite flushed... and muttering something about cumming. No bad thing, I thought... I pulled her to me and kissed her again... deeply, whispering in her ear 'I will make you fucking cum, over and over... until you can't take any more.'*
I looked at him... damn I was so hot by now. I could have climbed on top of him right there... but I stayed calm. Well... not calm at all really. I was out of breath...
*We both paused for breath. 'Maybe we should eat something?' I offered, for want of anything else to say. Besides, I knew that we would need energy for what was to come. She nodded, silently, still apparently close to orgasm and struggling to maintain her outward composure. There is nothing more beautiful, to me, than a woman overcome with sexual pleasure. And this woman was beautiful. She leaned forward and unwrapped the black chopsticks, her hands trembling. As she reached for the soy sauce, her dress rode up a few centimeters, and I could see the wetness on her inner thigh. I knew that she was mine and that the evening would be one to remember... and repeat.*
*For some minutes, we sat in silence and ate small morsels of sushi. The intense heat of the wasabi only accentuated the power of the sexual energy that was poised to flow between us as soon as we allowed it to. Sweetness of her juices lingered on my palate, adding an extra dimension to my enjoyment, and heightening my anticipation of what was ahead.*
The sushi was good I guess, my mind was wandering the whole time... still thinking about how he said that i would 'cum, over and over...' Fuck i needed that. Most younger guys i dated was more of the 'wham bam' kind of guys...a mature man knows to take his time...
*Finally, after what seemed like an eternity , but must in reality have been no more than three or four small rectangles of fish on cold rice, it was clear to both of us that the time had come to take our mutual exploration to a new level. I leaned across to Nea and kissed her briefly on the lips, allowing my tongue a sensuous excursion to caress hers. 'Would you like to see the view from my room? It's rather good; you can see the place where they give out the Nobel prizes.' I smiled at her in a way they I hoped made clear that Nobel prizes were the last thing on my mind.*
*'*Oh I would love to... I hear the rooms here are really nice...' I smiled...
*'Follow me,' I said, and started to walk towards the lifts. Nea stood and almost ran after me.*
We went into the lift... Stephen pulled me close, kissing me... I kissed back, slightly moaning. I looked deep into his eyes.
*Once in the lift, I pulled Nea close to me and kissed her deeply. I felt a soft moan emerge from her throat as we kissed. We only had six floors to travel, but in that time it felt as though we had reached a level of intimacy more befitting a skyscraper. I was hard, and she was wet. There was no other way of putting it. Finally, our embrace (if you can call it that) was interrupted by an electronic voice announcing the sixth floor and the opening of the doors. I led Nea from the lift and along the few meters of corridor to my room. Taking the room key from my pocket, I held it briefly against the door lock, and we were in.*
'Very nice... I like your room.' I walked into the room and looked around. 'And the view is great too... weird. I have been to the hotel bar lots of times, but never knew the rooms were this nice. Good thing I ran into you then...' I smiled
*'I like it here,' I replied, pulling her to me once more to explore those lips in detail, and for the first time bringing my hands to her breasts, which felt beautifully heavy and soft as I caressed them. She moaned again, a little louder this time. She kicked off her shoes and pressed the whole length of her body against me.*
Feeling his hands on me...I felt that tingling in my body. I pushed against him, real close... kissing...
*My hands moved from her breasts up towards her shoulders. Gently, I eased the narrow straps over and down the top of her arms. Only the fullness of her breasts was now holding up her clinging dress. Her nipples were again hard, and her chest was flushed with desire. My hands roamed freely over her body- I could sense that my touch was what she needed. At the same time, I moved us towards the large bed, without for one second interrupting our kiss.*
His hands felt perfect on my body... he slowly moved us towards the bed. Tongues playing as i was breathing deeper and deeper... this was perfect.
*I pushed Nea gently back onto the bed. I wanted her. I wanted to make her cum until she could cum no more. And I had a plan...*
The bed was soft and nice... I looked up at Stephen, smiling... wow... I was so fucking horny at this point...
*Looking down at Nea, I saw her golden hair splayed on the dark grey bedcover, the top of her dress in disarray and barely able to contain her breasts, and her skirt partially ridden up. I helped it complete its journey, exposing her perfectly smooth pussy and swollen lips. Gently, but insistently, I parted her legs and pulled her towards the edge of the bed. She was offered to me, a dish ready to savour. I knelt before her and moved my lips closer to that heavenly opening, which was already seeping juices and inviting my tongue to enter.*
I was so ready for that tongue... feeling my pussy so wet already. I moaned even before he touched me. I loved it... love the feeling of anticipation...
*I moved closer, the sweet aroma of her pussy irresistibly pulling me in, and ran the tip of my tongue along the edge of her inner lips, getting my second taste of her. By now she was clearly extremely horny, and I knew that her first orgasm would come quickly. I licked and savoured her, my tongue dipping into her wetness, reaching her clit and circling it teasingly. She was now moaning constantly.*
I grabbed his head... feeling his tongue inside me... fuck... I am gonna cum already... mm... fuck he feels so good.
*I stiffened my tongue and started to thrust into her before softening it again and travelling to give her clit some attention. Pursing my lips, I surrounded it and sucked very gingerly, my tongue caressing its tip. At the same time I introduced a finger and moved it deeper, fucking her as I made love to her clit.*
*'*Fuck me...' I moaned. Feeling him inside me was perfect... I screamed out loud... Fuck!' I was hornier than I knew was possible.
*'All in good time!' I said, looking up at her without stopping the insistent motion of my finger. 'I haven't even removed my tie yet... And besides, the night is young.' She was a picture of pleasure. I resumed my oral pleasuring of her, bringing a second finger into play. Twisting my two fingers into a corkscrew, I turned them slowly as they entered her. I could feel her pussy muscles contracting as she seemed to cum again. Fuck, I'm going to enjoy tonight, I thought. I wonder what her mouth will feel like on my cock...*
God... he wasn't kidding...I am gonna cum all night. Crazy... he is better than I could ever hope for... perfect touch... love it...
*As her orgasm subsided, I lifted my head to look at her. She was posed so erotically in front of me, seemingly helpless with pleasure. She smiled up at me as her hand moved towards her pussy... Which she touched gently before sucking her juices from her finger... Her lips a perfect O around it. I loosened my tie and slipped it from my collar, pausing to consider my next move.*
I looked up at him... smiling... still breathing deep. Pussy dripping wet, but still horny as hell... mm, this night turned out ok after all...I smiled to myself.
*She was still smiling as my tie hit the floor. I bent over to kiss her some more, my lips slick with her wetness. 'Do you mind my kissing you like this?' I asked, not sure how she would react.*
*'*I don't mind at all...' I smiled at him
*'I'm glad of that...' I replied. She seemed breathless but still eager for my touch. I reached forward and pulled her to a sitting position to pull her dress over her head. She did not resist. Her body was revealed for the first time in all its beauty. Her breasts were simply breathtaking and her skin was slightly tanned. Her smooth and glistening pussy crowned long and slender legs. I pulled her head towards me as I stood in front of her. My fingers in her hair told her exactly what I wanted next... She looked up at me knowingly. Her lips parted.*
I unzipped his pants, and dropped them to the floor. I could tell he was hard... I used my teeth to slowly pull his boxers down. I looked up at him... lips parted. He smiled...'there you go baby' he whispered softly... I let my tongue just touch the tip of his hard cock...
*Her tongue touched the tip of my cock, tasting the drop of clear precum that had gathered in anticipation of this moment. She felt soft as her caresses continued. 'Oh yes, baby.'*
Slowly I grabbed the cock between my lips... sucking the tip... tongue playing at the same time. 'I love sucking your cock...' I smiled as I was catching my breath a little... then taking it in my mouth again.
*'It feels so good... So right... Take me deep, Nea. I want to feel your throat.'*
I push the hard cock deeper... drooling over it... his hand on my head... going as deep as I could... looking up at him...
*I looked down at her... Her eyes fixed on mine, her lips around me and her hands on my thighs... Her whole being focused on my pleasure. Sheer heaven. And I thought of the pleasure I would soon be giving her in return. Remembering my promise.*
Sucking his balls as I jerk his cock with one hand... then playing with the tip... drooling... making it nice and wet... I do love sucking a cock...
*Fuck... She is good... She's worshipping my cock and it feels divine... I can feel the cum building but don't want to release too soon... I have plenty more to give her first...*
*'Good girl'* he smiled at me, placing his hand on my head. 'But go slower... and if I tell you to stop, do so... we don't need to rush things, right?' I nodded and smiled...
*'Mm... We have all night, and the longer we go, the more cum there'll be for you... Besides, I want to fuck you...' With my hands I gestured for her to stand up. She did so,and I pulled her to me to kiss her, my hands running over the perfect contours of her waist and hips. 'Kneel on the bed...'*
I turned round and got onto the bed... kneeling...
*Her pussy peeked out between her ass cheeks, begging me to enter her. I approached, and rubbed my cock along the soaking slit between her lips. She wriggled to help me find the perfect angle. With one thrust I plunged all the way into her sweet tunnel. She gripped me as I entered and took a sharp breath. She was hot and wet and snug around me... Fuck.*
His cock felt perfect in my tight pussy... fuck yes. I pushed back my ass, pushing his cock deeper...
*'Fuck me, baby,' I screamed. Her lips slid down my shaft, hungrily taking me all the way. I reached under her to caress her clit...*
*'*My fucking god'... I moaned... his cock filling me up... his hand on me... perfect
*I was focused on sheer pleasure... Hers and mine... But didn't want to go over the edge too soon. I slowed my thrusts and unbuttoned my shirt before discarding it. I stepped out of my remaining clothes and pulled out of her... But not before she had come once more. I lay on my back on the bed and pulled her to me... We were entwined and kissing when she climbed astride me...*
Slowly I let his cock slide into my pussy... riding him slowly... fuck... that cock is good...
*I reached up to grasp her breasts, that swayed as she rode me. Her face was pure ecstasy. Her pussy tight and caressing...'Touch yourself, Nea. I want to see you make yourself cum as you ride me.'*
Riding his hard cock... I played with my clit... building up that tingling sensation again... fuck... gonna cum again... I scream out... shivering...'Good girl...keep riding me... nice and slow...' He smiled. 'Now...suck me some more... keep eye contact..and remember, go slow... don't want to cum all over that pretty face... yet.'
I climbed off him and slid down to his cock... slowly sucking the tip... looking at him. 'Baby..you look perfect with a cock in your mouth... suck the tip just like that... kiss it.' He smiled.
Licking the tip...kissing all over that nice hard cock. 'Nea, baby...go deep. Work that cock. You love sucking me, don't you? Tell me.'
'I fucking love sucking your cock, Stephen...' I whispered.
*After riding me, and bringing herself to a trembling orgasm, Nea climbed off me and moved down to my cock to resume her sucking... She looked exquisite, her blonde hair tumbling down, her full lips encircling me as she focused first on the tip, then slid slowly and sensuously all the way down, her eyes never leaving mine. She looked hypnotised with desire as she told me how much she loved sucking me. As she knelt over me, her breasts brushed my thighs, the hard nipples barely stroking against my legs...*
Stroking the wet tip, I sucked his balls... playing with my tongue. Then sucking the tip again... his cock so hard by now...
*I was so hard, and my balls so full of cum, that I was sure she could taste my juices as she sucked... there was so much pressure, some must surely be seeping into her sweet mouth? I wanted to taste her again... and reached forward to encourage her upwards... She straddled my face, presenting her clit for my delectation. I locked my lips onto her pussy and kissed it with passion, filling my mouth with her juices that by now were flowing freely...*
I moaned... his lips felt perfect on my pussy... damn... I was about to cum again... this is amazing. I had never cum like this before...
*She was moaning and grinding her clit against me... writhing and squirming with pleasure... I kept licking and sucking her until her climax passed, and gently signalled her to dismount. I pushed her onto her back, parted her legs and placed them on my shoulders as I prepared to fuck her again...*
*'Now I'm going to fuck you so hard...' I said, pressing my cock against her pussy, and sliding all the way in. She gasped.*
'Fuck...' I moaned as his cock went deep into my tight pussy... I grabbed his arms... looking in his eyes as his cock filled me up...
*She felt so fucking good as I plunged into her... so wet and welcoming... I fucked her hard and fast... giving no mercy and watching as waves of pleasure swept through her. She seemed to be losing control... but I had to keep mine. I wanted her to swallow my cum when it came... to savour every drop. She was screaming my name now...*
'Fuck Stephen..!' I screamed out as I was cumming again... my god... his cock pushing into me... deep and hard... it was like heaven.
*I continued to pound her... all pretence at tenderness abandoned. This was about sex... raw and uncomplicated... about giving and taking sheer ecstasy... and fuck did it feel good. My own orgasm was building, but I was determined to keep my promise. I wanted her to cum as she had never cum... and I wanted her to taste the fruits of her efforts tonight. She deserved that. I pulled out of her and beckoned for her to sit up. I kissed her deeply, and then said 'Suck me dry now, Nea. I want you to empty my balls and swallow every drop. But don't worry - I haven't finished with you yet.'*
I kissed his hard cock... and placed my lips around it. 'No hands baby... just your mouth..' He smiled. He had one hand on my head as I began to suck that cock hard... making it wet...
*God... she felt wonderful. No hands - just as I like it...*
His beautiful cock was rock hard... my lips and tongue playing... sucking... drooling over it. Fuck... I love this...
*By now I had abandoned all control... I lay back and let the pleasure flood over me. Every fibre of me was focused on my building climax... thinking of my hot cum flooding onto her tongue and down her throat...*
I worshipped his cock with my mouth... loving it. 'Fuck... I love sucking you...' I said as I briefly let that cock rest...
*She paused... keeping me on the edge... on the verge of climax... my balls begging for release. I looked up at her... she had a beatific smile and all superficiality had gone. She was an animal responding to instinct... she was there for me... and me for her... her lips trembled and her makeup was smudged... but she looked better than ever. Her lips returned to their job...*
Spitting on his cock... Loving it. I felt he was close now... sucking the tip... wanting his hot cum...
*'Take me deep and slow, baby...' I murmured... watching those perfect lips engulf me....*
Sucking his cock deeper... slowing down... I wanted him to cum, but also wanted it to last longer...
*She was perfect, sensing just how slow to go to maximise my pleasure....*
My tongue playing with the tip... kissing it... loving it...
*My legs were starting to tremble uncontrollably. My climax was very close....*
'Cum for me honey...' I sensed he was so close now...
*I could hold back no longer and let go... spasms of the most incredible pleasure pulsed through me, sending thick drops of cum into her willing mouth. She sucked more to get every drop from me.*
Suddenly he exploded in my mouth... hot cum filled it... more came as I continued to let my lips suck him...
*Eventually the orgasm faded, and a soft warmth pervaded me. I took her head in my hands and encouraged her to come towards me... We kissed deeply. I could taste myself on her. I held her to me and whispered 'That was beautiful, Nea... now lie down on your back and leave the rest to me...'*
I could still feel the taste of his cum as I got back onto the bed... fuck... this is the best night ever...
*She lay back, her golden hair spreading into an untidy fan around her head. She looked at me, unsure what to expect. I leaned down and kissed her lips, then began a kissing journey towards her full breasts. I reached a nipple and took it between my lips, starting to suck hungrily. Simultaneously, my hand moved towards her swollen pussy...gently tracing the opening with the lightest of touches. I sucked intently, teasing her nipple with my tongue. My finger found her opening...*
I felt my nipple growing in his mouth... that tingling sensation sending shivers through my body. My god yes... fuck, he seems to know exactly what I like...
*As I sucked, my free hand found her other breast and started to caress it... and my finger made its way into her... I could feel the smooth entrance, and then what I was looking for... the rougher terrain that I knew would bring her the climax of her life. Again, moving my hand so that the palm was up, I started to stroke the inner wall of her pussy, rhythmically, with the bent tip of my finger. I moved subtly to find the right spot... the spot that made her gasp involuntarily...*
What the fuck... is he gonna make me cum again...? I don't know how much I can take... I thought to myself... pleasure going through my willing body...
*I persisted with my stroking, having found the spot... pressing quite hard I could feel her responding, could feel a new flood of wetness covering my finger... as I inserted a second finger to double the intensity of the stimulation. I moved to suck her other nipple...*
'Stephen... what are you doing to me...?' I moaned... feeling the touch of him bringing me to the edge... again...
*'Just keeping my promise, baby. Do you want to keep cumming?'*
'Fuck yes honey... fuck yes.'
*'You must tell me when you've had enough...' I responded, smiling and continuing to work her pussy. My fingers were getting sore from the effort, but it was worth it to see the pure beauty of her endless climaxes. My arm behind me, I straddled her, offering my still soft cock to her lips, but not stopping the massaging of her spot...*
My lips grabbed his cock... gently I sucked the tip... licking it... looking up at him.
*Yes... at the touch of her lips and tongue I could feel my cock stirring again... slowly growing and regaining its power over her.*
The cock was soon hard again... I smiled at him. 'There we go...' Love to make you hard and big...
*I could feel her appetite on her lips and tongue... and dismounted her. I turned her onto her stomach, parting her legs slightly before entering her welcoming pussy once more. My fingers had produced such a state of arousal that her pussy felt simply amazing... the walls caressed me, her juices coated me and invited me further in. I gripped her perfect, round and tight ass cheeks and pulled them gently apart so I could watch myself disappearing into her... I could see her asshole contracting as she came... which was now almost constantly. She was whimpering, trembling, sweating... all trace of decorum gone... I reached forward to take a bunch of her hair and pulled gently... to see what her reaction would be....*
'Fuck me honey...' I moaned as I felt his hand pulling my hair... loving it. His touch was demanding, but still gentle... he pushed deep into me. My body just shivering, cumming over and over.
*I knew that I could now fuck her without fear of cumming too soon... taking pleasure in her cunt as my own juices built up again... She loved to have her hair pulled - not painfully, but just enough to show her what my intentions were. Fuck... she was amazing, this girl. Multiorgasmic, loving my cock and seemingly with a boundless appetite for raw sex. I varied my strokes, sometimes pausing at her entrance before slamming in hard and deep, sometimes moving gently, stroking her sides with my cock. Whatever I did seemed to produce more contractions, that delivered unadulterated pleasure to me, as well as to her, it seemed. 'What do you want now, baby?' I asked. 'Tell me...'*
'Just keep fucking my pussy, honey... I fucking love having your cock deep in my tight pussy...' I gasped...
*At her encouragement, I fucked her harder and deeper, holding her hips and pulling her up into kneeling position, her shoulders resting on the bed, hair splayed, her ass in the air, inviting me to fuck her, fuck her, fuck her. I looked down and saw her full breasts pressing against the bed as I grew harder.*
He briefly stopped fucking me...'push back against me baby... I want you to work a little for that cock...' He lightly slapped my ass. I started pushing back... cock filling me up...
*Now she was fucking* me*. I knelt still as she impaled herself on me, coating me with her wetness and caressing me with her lips. She was divine... utterly divine... and we fucked like that for some time... not aware of anything but our pleasure and the total eroticism of the situation. I had never had a night like this, let alone with a girl like this... her appetite at least the equal of mine... with no inhibitions and a devotion to my cock. My orgasm was building...*
I never had a fuck session like this before... let alone with a stranger. But I could fuck and suck that cock forever... just giving in to my desires...
*I could hold no longer.... 'I'm going to cum, baby... where do you want me? In your pussy? On your face? On your breasts? Tell me... quick!'*
'Cum on my tits honey... give it to me...'
*She turned over and lay back... I straddled her and let her push her tits into a channel for my cock. I was slick with her juices and slid comfortably between them... the cum building as I watched those beautiful mounds envelop me... and I felt my cum rising... as it spurted out and covered her chest and tits with gooey cum.... And sent more pleasure through me than I had felt for... at least an hour since she drank me. I leant forward and kissed her again.*
*'Fuck, Nea... I could do with a drink! Shall we order some champagne?'*
'You know... I am kind of thirsty.' I smiled.
*I picked up the phone and dialled room service, my eyes not leaving her as I did so. She was flushed, sticky with my cum, and looked satisfied. 'Me too...' I said. Let's sip some champagne in the bath... I walked to the bathroom and opened the taps, adding some perfumed bubbles to the water. I turned to look back at Nea, who was lying on the bed, her finger gently tracing the outline of her pussy, her face a picture of uncomplicated satisfaction. I turned over the events of the last couple of hours in my mind... hours of bliss that neither of us had felt before... but which I intended to surpass in the hours ahead. My mind was racing as the bath filled and the bubbles mounted up...*
I licked my fingers and left the bed... then surprised him by sucking his cock clean... almost making him hard again. I smiled at him...'can't get enough of that cock...' He smiled back. 'Baby, that is good... because you will be having lots more...'
*Nea climbed off the bed, dropped to her knees and sucked the remaining cum and pussy juices from my cock... I felt a frisson of desire pass through me. That girl is just amazing... Then there was a knock at the door. 'Room service!' I grabbed the towelling robe, threw it over me and went to open the door. The server stood there with a trolley on which stood an ice bucket with champagne. I checked that Nea was safely ensconced in the bathroom and beckoned him to come in. I signed the slip, tipped him and he disappeared, the soul of professional discretion.*
I took a quick shower, just freshening up. I adjusted my makeup a little, which was a mess by now. Well... this night turned out differently than I thought. Thank god. I heard room service delivering the champagne as I got out of the shower.
*I heard the shower running for a short while and opened the door. Nea was there, fresh and with repaired make up. She didn't look as though she'd been fucking for several hours uninterrupted. This girl has stamina!*
'Nice to freshen up a little...' I said, toweling off. 'Was that room service I heard?'
*'It was... Here...' I passed her a flute of champagne. She took it and raised the glass...*
*'To tonight!' She said, a wicked twinkle in her eye. She brought the glass to her lips and took a sip. 'Mm... Captures the mood perfectly.' I took a sip and contemplated her.*
The champagne tasted great... probably I was also dehydrated from fucking for hours... nothing better than champagne then. I looked at Stephen...
*'I'd better freshen up too,' I said... Gesturing towards the now-full bath. She smiled. I stepped in...'Care to join me?' I looked at her questioningly. The warm water was pleasant. And it was a big bath.*
'Of course...' I walked over to the bath and went in. 'Mm, perfect...' I smiled.
*She sat in front of me, her back to me, her ass against my cock. I reached round to cup her breasts and nuzzle the back of her neck. She purred. I took a nipple between each thumb and forefinger and gently tweaked until they were hard. She purred some more and wiggled her body against me. We took another sip of champagne.*
My nipples were quickly super hard from his touch... I took a deep breath... loving his hands on me.
I sipped the champagne, cool and nice. Somehow champagne was perfect in a hot bath...
*She seemed to respond to my touch. Apparently the hours of fucking had not yet satiated her. I could feel myself starting to grow hard again... I wondered if she could feel it too... Her nipples were hard as little pebbles now.*
I felt his cock getting harder again... and pushed a little against it. I guess he is as horny as I am... crazy, since we fucked for hours. I sipped some more champagne...
*Mmm... She had definitely felt me... And her horniness was evident. I squeezed her breasts with added vigour and felt her push again against my increasingly hard cock. And I took a sip of champagne. I moved my hands southwards towards that magical pussy...*
His hands moved from my tits, down over my stomach... getting close to my pussy. I moaned as he did so, horny and ready... again...
*She let out a small moan, as though resigned to another bout of pleasure... And my finger reached her clit... Already swollen in anticipation. I pressed gently just covering it with the top joint of my finger... And felt her tremble beneath me. It was time to get out of the bath.*
We both got out of the bath, I sipped my champagne... still tasted so good...
*I wrapped a bath sheet around her and took one myself... And led her back towards the bed. I pulled down the covers to reveal crisp white linen. Her hair was still damp and fell in thick strands around her face. Despite the bath, her makeup was still immaculate. She smelled fresh. I undid her towel and let it fall to the floor. She did the same to mine. We kissed. Long, hungrily, possibly less desperately than before, but our intent was clear. I ran my hands over her perfect body until I came to her pussy lips, which were already swollen and seeping her juices.*
I loved his hands on my body... felt so right. The kisses were still as hot and intense... looking in his eyes as he got close to my pussy... wet again...
*I led her towards the bed and lay on my back. 'I'd love to eat you while you suck me,' I said, '69 can be so intimate.' She smiled and manoeuvred herself over me, her pussy millimetres from my lips. I felt her damp hair brush my waist as she bent lower to take me again in her mouth...*
I took his cock in my mouth... love sucking that nice cock... going deep... at the same time feeling his tongue on my pussy... making me even more wet...
*Her engorged clit hovered appetisingly above my lips. I reached out to flick my tongue against it before dipping into her now soaking pussy. She tasted exquisite! She started to grind against my mouth as she took me ever deeper... Her lips now against the base of my cock. I could feel her tongue working and the head of my cock felt the comfort of her throat.*
I knew I could suck him harder now, that he had cum... so nothing holding me back from really working it... going deep... then focusing on the tip... then sucking him deep again...
*My god... Was this really happening to me? My face buried in the most lovely pussy I had ever seen while an angel devoured my cock as though her life depended on it. Apparently yes! My hands held her waist as I felt her working to earn her next orgasm.*
Sucking his balls... cock now rock hard... my lips gripping it again... feeling his tongue playing with me... the hornier I got, the more intensely I sucked that nice cock...
*I could again feel my cum building but was not ready for release. I eased out from under Nea and moved to kiss her again. 'So, baby, how do you want to be fucked now?' I asked...*
'I want to ride that cock... love that...' I smiled.
*'Oh yes... Ride me!'*
He got on the bed, I climbed on top... slowly his cock pushed into my wet, tight pussy... I started riding him... looking down at him...
*She mounted me and slowly pushed herself down until my entire length was inside her. She moved her hips to rub her clit on my pubic bone, gyrating as if in an erotic trance. Her breasts swayed hypnotically. I held her waist and moved my hands down over her butt... Wondering.*
Riding him hard... close to cumming again... I lost count now... 'fuck honey... ' I screamed out.
*I pushed into her... Returning and redoubling her thrusts. She was close to losing control again... I pulled her to me and took her nipple in my mouth... Sucking hard. She shivered. And I felt a spasm in her pussy. She was cumming again.*
I looked at Stephen...'my god...what a night... fuck honey...'
*I had never in all my life met, let alone fucked, a girl like Nea. She responded to my every touch with orgasmic intensity and wanted to please me as no woman ever had. She was pure gold. I wanted to make love to her all night... Make her cum until she passed out from exhaustion. Her sheer sexual energy was powering me to things I never believed myself capable of. But she did appear to appreciate it! Her pussy felt so fucking good I could stay there forever, never tiring of the way she stroked my cock with it, with the way her orgasms caused her to squeeze me just so... And those tits! They were magnificent. And sensitive. And soft. And erotically heavy. On such a slender frame.*
*The night was only just beginning. Fireworks were on the programme.*
'Keep riding Nea... nice and slow. I love watching you...' He smiled. I continued to ride him slowly... cock was hard as ever... I never fucked like this before. All night... cumming over and over. Suddenly I knew why mature men were the best...
*She continued to ride me, rising and falling with languorous sensuality. Every stroke seemed designed to squeeze a little more pleasure for each of us.... sometimes she would rise until the head of my cock was almost totally outside her, her inner lips just caressing the tip, before she would once more envelop me. Other times, she would grind against me, desperate to keep cumming at all costs. She would raise up over me, proudly displaying her magnificent body, and then reach forward to allow my lips and tongue access to her nipples. It felt to me as though each stroke were a work of sex-art - perfect in form and function, executed with finesse and sensitivity. I felt her cum again... waves of ecstasy caressing my cock. I was not far off myself, and knew that, however amazing this girl was, there was a physical limit to my capacity for one evening... I looked up at her, moving my hands from her breasts down to her waist, gently encouraging her to dismount.*
*'Let me do some work for a while, Nea... you deserve some relaxation,' I said as I laid her back on the bed, her golden hair nestled on a pillow. I gently parted her legs and positioned myself in front of her pussy. It was beautiful. I looked on in awe, for a moment speechless as I contemplated its immaculate embodiment of desire. Her mount was smooth as though polished, its curvature emphasised by the soft lighting of the room glinting on the moist skin. Her clit was just visible, having emerged from its hood to participate in the pleasure-fest. Below, her inner lips formed a delicate portal, inviting me to re-enter. And all was framed by delicately soft, freshly-shaved labia, which were smeared with milky juices. So utterly appetising. So utterly and blatantly decadent, the decadence emphasised by how wide her legs were spread.*
*I moved closer to her, planting a delicate kiss on her clit. She shivered involuntarily. Again I pursed my lips into a small O and placed them over that nexus of pleasure. I allowed some saliva to flow over it and teased it with my tongue, running my tongue around the base and sucking very gently.*
'Fucking hell, Stephen... you are driving me crazy...' He played with my wet pussy, hitting all the right spots. I played with my nipples, making my body shiver. Looking at him, I saw he was smiling. God...
*After teasing her clit for some time, I moved my attention lower, running my tongue every so gently along her open lips, allowing myself to sneak the tip inside along the way. I licked rhythmically, from bottom to top, finishing with flourish to her clit each time. This seemed to meet with her approval, if her screams were to be believed. Each stroke, I allowed myself a deeper penetration of her pussy, until my lips were pressed hard against her, my tongue pushed deep inside, French kissing her cunt.*
'You are such a horny girl Nea, baby...' He whispered as he explored my pussy. I struggled to keep any composure... biting my lower lip. 'Say my name...' He said. 'Oh Stephen...' I moaned loud. He looked at me. 'That's my girl...' He spread my legs as his tongue pushed deep into my pussy... I was about to cum again... fuck...
*I swear I could feel her cumming on my lips. And I could further swear that the juices I was drinking were even more copious than before. Did she actually ejaculate? I had read about the phenomenon but never experienced it. But she seemed so turned on that it was entirely possible. This was the fuck of a lifetime. I could not get enough of this girl. I redoubled the attention I was paying to her pussy - I wanted her, too, to know that she could only ever experience such overwhelming pleasure with me. Her juices were flowing freely now. I drank them willingly, savouring their flavour of undiluted sex. Each drop spurred me to greater heights of arousal and determination. In front of me lay the most erotic, the most horny, the most sensuous woman I had ever experienced. She responded to my touch like a musical instrument in the hands of a virtuoso. I had never thought of myself that way before, certainly not as I read my crime novel in the bar tonight, minding my own business and anticipating nothing more than an exciting climax - to the book. Then, I was a bored businessman passing time between client meetings. Now... Now what? Now, a man in ecstasy, his every desire fulfilled in one night.*
*After what seemed to be an uncommonly powerful orgasm, I paused to look up at Nea. She was lying back, her face and chest flushed, slightly out of breath, her lips parted and wet. 'Are you OK, baby?' I asked.*
*She looked at me, and just managed to speak: 'Yeah, baby... I'm just... that's... fuck... I need your cock in my mouth...' She crawled towards me across the bed, gently pushing me onto my back. 'Now it's your turn, baby. I'm going to take you to the edge and keep you there - I'll only let you cum when you're good and ready fill my mouth with your sperm.' She kissed me on the lips, and traced a path of delicate kisses downwards. The closer she got to my cock, the harder it got. She gently licked my balls, working her way up my shaft until her lips were pursed over my cock head. Her tongue gently lapped the precum, and she pulled away for a moment, letting me see the fine, clear string connecting her to me. Then she took me back into her mouth, but not before smiling wickedly at me, looking through half-closed eyes. 'I want to suck you dry, honey, and take you to heaven as I do.'*
*Her full lips closed around me, slick with saliva and precum. Slowly, she moved down, turning her head slightly in a screwing motion that sent the most beautiful sensations rippling through me. Sucking ever so gently. Not taking her eyes from me, she took in every centimeter until I could feel my cock nestling in her throat, the back of her tongue snug against it. Her lips were around the root, her nose pressed into me. She allowed the tip of her tongue to poke out slightly to caress the base of my cock, and I thought I could see and feel a slight smile as she did so. Inside, I could feel her tongue along my entire length, which now was bathed in the smooth, wet warmth of her mouth. Gently, she rose up the length of me, not taking her eyes from mine, leaving a sloppy trail of spit as lubrication, the slight roughness of her tongue stimulating me even more. Halfway up, she pursed her lips and pressed into me. As she rose further, I saw the imprimatur of her scarlet lipstick on my shaft - a red ring claiming me as hers. Fuck - she knew what she was doing, her every traversal intensifying my delight.*
*I lay back, savouring every stroke of her soft lips... watching her focused on my pleasure, one hand involuntarily reaching down to stroke her clit as she did so... she was, or had become over the course of this enchanted night, suffused with a total and uninhibited sexuality. From time to time I urged her to pause, but she quickly learned my responses and was able to keep me on the edge of orgasm for what seemed like an eternity. I could feel her drawing a constant stream of precum from me - a pleasure nectar she consumed with evident gluttony. Fuck. How long could she go on like this? And how long could I last? She looked up at me and said simply 'I want to drink you now, honey.' That was all it took for the release to come, all tension collapsing into jet after jet of hot, fresh spunk that shot deep into her mouth. She swallowed it with enthusiasm and, once she was sure to have extracted every drop on offer, she gave my cock a final gentle suck before looking up at me, smiling broadly. I beckoned for her to come towards me. We kissed deeply and intensely.*
*'Nea, that was beyond beautiful,' I said, barely able to get the words out. I was giddy still. 'What now?'*
Wow... I just had the best fuck session ever... and I wanted more! 'Maybe we need a little breather...' I smiled, knowing I did need some rest if I was going to be able to fuck some more... he smiled at me. 'Baby, you are so right... but I want to watch you. Pose a little for me. Walk over to the window, naked... I think that will make a nice view...' I walked across the room to the big window. People in the street below could see, if they happened to look up this way. On my way over there I picked up his tie, and playfully put it around my neck. I picked up my glass of champagne and sipped it. A few drops spilled down over my chin, down on my body. 'Perfect Nea... arch that back a little, show me that nice ass... you do love showing off, don't you baby?' Stephen said from across the room. 'Oh I do...' I blew him a kiss. I still had some cum in my mouth, I swallowed it mixed with champagne.
*My god... What a sight... Her perfect body silhouetted sgainst the city hall... My pink tie adorning her breasts... And then garnished with champagne! And then the cum champagne cocktail! The mere sight was causing yet another stirring in my cock. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.*
I looked back at him through the reflection in the window. Fuck... he turned me on. I want to taste him all night long...
*She seemed still ready for more... A good sign! Her mouth worked magic. Could she, would she do more? And what would that be? I studied her perfect form. The curve of her back, her voluptuous chest, her compact and round butt, her flat tummy. She was the stuff of wet dreams, and yet she stood in front of me... Posing for my pleasure. I knew that in the few hours that remained of this incredible night, I could claim this creature as mine. I knew somewhere deep inside that she had never experienced something quite like this, and that she would want to experience it again... And again. As would I. The question was, in this 'breather,' how would we determine the course of the early morning hours? I had some ideas that I thought would continue to please her, but I would wait some moments to see where she would take things.*
*But - fuck - my favourite tie looked even better on her!*
He walked over to me and kissed my neck. He picked up an ice cube and put it in my neck, making me shiver. I felt drops from the ice run down my body...he licked some from my back. He put two fingers in my pussy and started fingerfucking me... wow... I moaned, pressing against the window. 'Get that ass up in the air...' He whispered and playfully slapped my ass.
*The ice seemed to reenergise her. After licking some drops that were snaking a seductive trail towards her ass, I bent her over agains the window and slipped two fingers into her pussy... Turning and flexing my fingers as I did so, I started to fingerfuck her... Slowly at first and increasingly vigorously as she became more animated. Anyone looking up from the road would have been greeted by the sight of her face, which bore an expression of painful ecstasy, and her hanging breasts, swinging in time with my strokes and her counterthrusts. I had a preview in her reflection. My fingers squelched in her dripping cunt and were quickly coated in her cum. She moaned and whimpered still... Her reserves of pleasure clearly not yet depleted.*
He gently pulled my head back by pulling the tie... whispering in my ear. 'Nea, cum for me again... you need it... talk to me...' 'Fuck...! Stephen...' I moaned, cumming again... I just couldn't stop cumming with this wonderful man. Wow...
*'I want you to tell me every time you cum,' I said, intensifying my thrusts, and feeling for the tell-tale contractions that would tell me I was reaching my goal of total pleasure for her. 'Do you want more? Harder? Faster? Deeper?' She nodded. She didn't seem capable of speaking coherently. I took her nod as the signal to continue. If there is one thing I have learned about women and pleasure, it's not to stop doing whatever it is that makes them cum! I didn't care how tired my fingers were - her yelps of pleasure fuelled me.*
Fuck... was I ever going to stop cumming? I tried to speak, but I just moaned. He was my perfect lover. I pushed back on his fingers, feeling my pussy just getting soaking wet. I held on to the edge of the window, at this point not caring if people in the street could see me...
*I looked down at her round butt, and my slick fingers as they plunged into her. With each stroke I watched her pussy lips seem to grab me and pull me back in. It was a beautiful sight. With my free hand I reached behind me for the remains of the champagne, and gently drizzled a few drops between her ass cheeks. She screamed in surprise but not displeasure. I momentarily withdrew my fingers before bending to lick and suck the wine from her just as a few drops reached the swollen entrance to her pussy. Savouring the delicate combination, I stood and resumed my fingerfucking.*
*'Tell me you're my fuck doll, Nea. Tell me I can take you, any way, whenever and wherever I want. Tell me you will always be wet for me.' I was feeling emboldened by her response to me. I felt that was what she wanted. And of course I could not wish for a more perfect fuck doll.*
'I am your little fuck doll... you can use me as you please...' I could almost not believe the words I said, but he brought out the animal in me... and I fucking loved it.
*Her words had a instant effect on my cock which somehow, through some supernatural force, started to harden.*
*'Grip your ankles, Nea. I want to take you like that.' She bent over and gripped her ankles, which had the effect of pushing her eager pussy towards me. Although I was not fully hard, after a night of fucking, she was so aroused that I was able to slip into her easily. She felt as though we were crafted to couple. Her walls gently held me and encouraged me harder. I started to fuck her slowly, getting harder with each stroke. I held her slim waist and used her shamelessly. She did not complain... Far from it. Her howls of delight continued... And then I felt her knees start to buckle. She was exhausted by our constant fucking. Gently, I encouraged her to stand, withdrew from her and led her to the bed, pulling back the covers. She climbed in and I joined her. 'Lie on your side, Nea, and I'll fuck you to sleep.' She pushed her ass towards me, her legs pulled up towards her chest, and I re-entered her from behind, after planting a soft kiss on the back of her neck. 'Sweet dreams, Nea,' I whispered, as I gently resumed my back and forth motion within her.*
Exhausted, I felt him gently fucking me... could I really fall asleep like this? His slow pushes did feel awesome, and the bed was so soft... maybe I could just close my eyes a little... mmmm...how can I be horny and sleepy at the same time...?
*'Think of this as a lullaby of lust,' I said, as I penetrated her and she purred softly.*
I drifted off... the last thing I remember is the feeling of a perfect cock in my tight, wet pussy... |
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"head sophie",
"tongue sophie",
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Prologue
Chapter 1
Sophie breathed a sigh of relief as she heard Jack close the front door, and listened as David's Mustang roared off down the track toward the main road. It had been a long three weeks, but now they had the house to themselves and she and Jack had a lot of catching up to do. Sophie heard Jack down in the kitchen tidying away David's breakfast dishes. She stretched languidly across the middle of their big bed. It was still early, too early for the domestic routines that always followed his infrequent visits. She got out of bed and stretched, catching sight of herself in the full-length mirror. Her 5 foot 4 inch, latino, dusky-skinned body was looking pretty damn good, she thought, as she went through some limbering up exercises. Her waist was trim, her small breasts well rounded and pert, and her ass as firm as ever, the cheeks split by a flimsy,almost not there thong . She picked up her kimono, pulled it on and went back to bed.
Jack came back up the stairs carrying two cups of coffee.
"Morning, hon," he said as he placed the coffees on the night table.
"Morning," she replied.
She pushed herself up into a sitting position. He sat on the side of the bed beside her and she leaned in to kiss him. The kiss was returned passionately, his tongue probing deeply into her mouth. Sophie broke off and pushed him gently away and picked up her coffee. It was good and strong and hot, and went a long way to easing that slightly fuzzy feeling brought on by last night's going away party. She looked across at Jack as he went over the en-suite bathroom and listened as he brushed his teeth. Sophie watched him come out of the bathroom, wrapping his dressing gown around his lithe athletic body and crossed to the bed. He was incredibly attractive and made no effort to hide it. She recognised that 'You know what I want and I know what you want' smile, but quickly arose, slipping teasingly out of his reach.
Sophie entered the shower, slowly removing the kimono wrap and letting it fall to the floor. She was intensely aware that her husband's eyes were following her every move. With a sly smile in his direction, she taunted him by bending forward from the hips and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the thong, presenting her neat bum to his gaze, knowing that this would cause his prick to harden. Sophie was in love with Jack, but she lusted after his long, thick cock. She shimmied her butt as she stepped out of the thong and remained bent from the hips, stealing a glance behind her to see if this was having the desired effect on Jack. Sure enough, Jack's dressing gown showed a distinct bulge and she knew that if she didn't get into the shower soon he would discard it and take her there and then, bending over the shower stall. A second glance turned into a prolonged look when she realised that he had opened the gown and was gently stroking his erection, bringing it to the full hardness she loved.
"More than enough to fill me", she thought. To prolong the tease she slid a hand between her legs and ran a fingernail down the crack of her ass cheeks. The knowledge that she was turning Jack on was also turning her on. She realised that she was becoming wet and could feel the moisture on her fingers as she moved her hand to and fro along her ass. With a smile she transferred some of her pussy juices to her fingers, and moved her hand to her smooth ass-hole which reacted as she knew it would, immediately relaxing, allowing her probing fingers to pass beyond the sphincter muscle and into the hot, dark recess. One, two and then three fingers disappeared into her ass. With a moan, she realigned her fingersand slid them slowly deeper as the juices continued to flow from her soaking pussy. Her sphincter was now fully relaxed and the fourth finger went in and joined the others with ease. Full on anal sex was nothing new to Sophie. She and Jack had indulged in this from the start, when Sophie had had a particularly heavy period and was desperately in need of a fuck. At that time she and Jack were anal virgins, but her need was so great that when she pushed her ass at his prick he needed no second bidding. The memory of that first time stimulated her further and she moved her hand a little more quickly as she became more and more turned on. This wasn't masturbation, Sophie realised, she was actively, wantonly fucking herself in the ass.
Still bent at the waist she turned slightly and bent even further, thus displaying to Jack all that she was doing to herself. With a start she realised that Jack had quietly crossed the room and had moved their camcorder onto a nearby table. The camcorder was attached to the TV and now was reproducing her finger fucking in close up detail. Jack was back on their big bed, his dressing gown cast aside and was working hard on his cock which by now was as big as she had ever seen it; fully erect, towering away from his lower belly, looking for all the world like a purple headed missile about to take flight. The mushroom head was engorged seemingly to the point of bursting and she noted with pleasure that he had forced on one of the smaller cock-rings she had bought for him and the rest of his prick was rapidly swelling, leaking pre-cum like a dripping tap. The sight of Jack alternately stroking and then quickly gripping and working his cock hard, combined with the live action replay on the TV was more than enough to push Sophie to the edge of orgasm, her clitoris screaming for attention. Her free hand, which she had been using to keep some semblance of balance, moved to her sopping smooth pussy and she inserted three fingers harshly,using her thumb to massage her aching clit. The sensations peaked and With a loud shriek she came hard, falling to her knees and tumbling into a black void where every sense was multiplied ten-fold. When she regained her composure she realised that Jack had also climaxed the trail of cum that was now streaked across the bedroom floor telling it's own story.
When she was at last able to stand, Sophie crossed to the washbasin. An evil thought ran through her mind. Fuck the shower, she thought as she washed her hands and then leaned over to wash her pussy and her ass-hole, she looked up and saw her reflection in the mirror. She was flushed, hot and, she realised, still incredibly horny. This fitted in very nicely with the plan that was beginning to take shape in her mind. She became aware that Jack had moved in behind her.
"That was the most fantastic sight I have ever seen " he said, "the sight of you fucking yourself was just unbelievable".
Quietly, he took a soft towel off the heated towel-rail and draped it around her lower body, gently patting dry the recently washed areas. Sophie took his hand and led him to the bed. An early end to their activities did not form part of her plan and she realised she would have to rethink a part of it if she was to be successful. She smiled to herself as she thought of a way. Just a few well-chosen words would suffice and she could leave the rest to his imagination....
Chapter 2 (in which the tease continues and leads to its wanted conclusion).
Sophie sat quietly for a moment and then said with a smile, "Jack, you ain't seen nuthin' yet, I want you to use some of that new massge oil around my pussy and asshole". Jack moved to Sophie's dressing table and removed the oil from the top drawer. He returned to the bed and then as if remebering something, went into the en-suite shower room and came back with a jug of hot water. He dropped the tube into the jug and allowed it a couple of minutes to warm up. Having taken the now warmed tube from the jug, he removed the domed top and squeezed a small amount into the palm of his right hand.
"Roll over, hon," he said quietly in the deep husky voice that Sophie recognised as meaning that Jack was becoming increasingly turned on. She did as she was asked and turned onto her tummy, presenting the twin globes of her ass to his gaze. Jack's cock began to re-assume it's fully erect state and the small, tight cock ring began to tighten it's grip. Sophie felt the warm oil at the base of her spine as Jack allowed it to trickle from his palm. Now that it was warm it had taken on a heady, incredibly sexy aroma and this immediately went to her head.
She remembered that it had been Jack's idea to try this new product and when he brought it home, she had put it in her toiletries drawer and all but forgotten it.
She felt a warm, no, hot tingling sensation as the oil found its way between her ass cheeks, into her anus which was still distended slightly from her earlier ministrations. As more of the oil found its way into her ass-hole she found the sensations it was causing increasing her need to be fucked hard. Some of the oil seeped past her ass to her labia and into her vagina and this too was warming up, increasing her needs even further. Jack had been tending to the distribution of the oil about her ass cheeks and she felt his fingers massaging the triangle at the base of her spine. The middle finger of his right hand now slid between her cheeks and found the rosebud that was her anus. A little gentle pressure and the finger slid in easily and was quickly joined by a second. Gently he began to finger-fuck her. Sophie's hips rose from the bed automatically, striving to increase the depth of his penetration. Jack's left hand slid around her left leg and copied the actions of his right in her hot wet pussy.
"Fuck me, Jack", she said, "Give it me", "Give it to me hard". Jack removed his fingers and grabbed her hips, pulling her up onto her knees and she dropped her forearms adopting the doggie position they both loved. "Wait," said Jack, getting up off the bed, his big cock swaying heavily as he moved. He quickly crossed the room and came back with the camcorder, which he re-positioned on Sophie's dressing table.
A profile picture of Sophie in the classic provocative pose swam into view on the TV. He returned to the bed and Sophie.
More oil, trickled down from the base of her spine. Jacks hands went to her breasts and he massaged them lovingly. The heavy sensations in her breasts and pussy, the TV picture and the perfume of the oil combined to make a proper fuck essential.
"Now Jack " she pleaded, "Now" Jack removed his left hand and transferred some of the oil to his prick and he too felt the full effect of the oil. With no more than a slight pull on her hips his cock entered Sophie's wet cunt, sliding in to his full length. A series of hard, slamming, full length strokes, followed by short gentle strokes. By using this routine they could prolong the act for as long as either one wanted. Jack had reckoned without the full effects of the oil however, and after just a couple of minutes he felt his balls contracting, rising to the point of no return. Sophie sensed this as well and she felt her own orgasm approaching like an express train, threatening to overtake her, but the oil was making her want more.
"In the ass, hon" she shouted, " I want you to come in my ass"."Now."
She felt Jack's rampant cock slide from her pussy and plunge into her ass. Where his cock had been she now put her own hand, plunging her entire fist into her hot sweaty sex, her thumb working hard on her screaming clit. Jack continued his pounding action into Sophie's ass as she frigged herself senseless. They came simultaneously, Sophie with a scream, Jack with a bellow and the world stopped for both of them as they crashed through the barriers which are neither pleasure nor pain. Within minutes they were both asleep, in the middle of the big bed, exhausted by their efforts.
The camcorder clicked to standby as the tape ran out.
Chapter 3 (In which Jack is introduced to a different Sophie and a little bdsm).
Much later, Sophie awoke and prepared a light lunch and took it, along with a bottle of wine, upstairs. She woke Jack and they indulged in a bedroom picnic. After tidying the bed, she took the tape from the camcorder, and replaced it with a fresh one. Jack crossed to the shower and turned on the water at full pressure and stood luxuriating in the heat that permeated through his body, standing so as to present a back view to Sophie. He was fully aware his butt was firmly muscled and was a constant turn on to Sophie just as her ass was to him. After a few minutes he became aware of her presence in the shower behind him, the bush of her pubic hair pushing into his upper thighs. She was gyrating her hips against his butt and he felt the beginnings of another erection.
"Hi, sexy," she whispered huskily in his ear, circling her arms around his waist and playfully grabbing his hardening cock. He turned and they kissed long and hard, their tongues searching and battling, seeking out the deepest penetration. Finally they broke away and stepped apart, taking in the sight of each other. Tracing a line down Jacks neck with a fingernail, Sophie moved on to his hairless chest and to his right nipple. Taking it between the thumb and index finger of her left hand she squeezed it tightly, nipping it with pincer like movements. Her fingers nipped and relaxed, nipped and relaxed, and Jack felt his erection hardening, his cock growing as she had known it would. She placed her mouth over his left nipple and suckled on it before nipping gently with her teeth, moving her left hand down to his now full erection and teasingly stroking it from its base to its tip, tickling the cum-hole with a fingernail. Jack groaned and tried to increase the friction and the speed of the strokes, but Sophie was running this show and just chuckled without removing those sharp little teeth from his nipple. Sophie sank slowly to her knees as the hot water continued to beat down upon them. She took Jack's cock into her right hand and stroked it gently, lightly scratching the skin with her nails. His cock was now rampant and desperately in need of relief. Sophie's mouth provided the warm hole he was seeking and she brought her mouth down onto his cock taking in and massaging it with her tongue. Jack was now losing control and he wanted to fuck her mouth the way he had previously fucked her pussy and her ass. She pulled away and allowed his cock to fall from her mouth, before regaining it in her left hand and balancing it on her flattened tongue. He felt Sophie's right hand at the base of his cock and he knew he was about to cum yet again. He felt his balls tightening up and was ready to shoot his load down Sophie's throat when she firmly circled the base of his cock and squeezed hard. The feelings of immediate ejaculation died slowly away. "Not yet, hon, I've not finished yet", said Sophie.
She stood and turned off the water and threw him a bathrobe, taking one for herself at the same time.
"Put it on but don't fasten it" she said.
Similarly attired, she took his cock in her right hand and led him across the bedroom and up onto the bed where she had him kneel. He noted with surprise that she had stripped the duvet from the bed and that all that remained was one firm pillow and the bottom sheet. She leaned over and hit the record button on the camcorder's remote control. "Jack, I want you to close your eyes and remain just as you are." Her voice had taken on a more demanding tone now, one he was not familiar with, but he complied nonetheless. From his position he could place where Sophie was in the room as she stepped lightly around seemingly moving this and that. He heard the slight squeak of her dressing table drawer being opened and closed. Then silence. Total silence. He was tempted to open his eyes but decided to play along. This was a new game and he wasn't sure of the rules.
The silence seemed to go on for an age but finally he felt movement on the bed behind him. "Keep them closed for just another minute, hon" she said quietly in his ear.
He felt a scarf being draped across his eyes and then tied behind his head. It had to be a scarf since it smelled strongly of the perfume she habitually wore. He felt her hands move across his shoulders as she removed the bathrobe from his body. She removed the belt from the robe and pulled Jack's hands behind him. Quickly she tied his wrists together and tied them in turn to his ankles.
"They say the removal of one of the senses increases the efficiency of the others", he heard her say. "I want you to tell me what it is you think you feel, smell, taste or hear".
Immediately he felt a light touch down his spine and he squirmed at the lightness of the touch. He guessed it was a feather, in fact it was a blusher brush from her make-up kit. She moved in front of Jack and transferred the feather-like touch of the brush to his nipples. Jack had incredibly sensitive nipples and his squirming continued, a light pleasant torture. Sophie continued the subtle stroking as his cock grew larger still. The brushing stopped and then he felt a light scratching as if a needle were being lightly touched onto his left nipple. A more persistent pressure and a sharp quick pain replaced the scratching sensation. Jack squirmed yet again and he felt Sophie's lips kissing the nipple and the short, sharp pain was forgotten. The same light scratching was repeated on his right nipple and again the short, sharp, pain as the needle, if that's what it was, penetrated his sensitive skin then again he felt Sophie's warm caressing lips on his right nipple.
"A lot of pleasure, a little pain", she whispered. This was a side of Sophie he didn't know about. Jack felt Sophie's hands on his nipples, still tender from the needle treatment, gently nipping, and then something very cold being applied to them. Whatever it was it wasn't ice he thought, as it oozed down his chest. Then he caught the distinctive smell of strawberries and vanilla and realised it must be ice cream. This was confirmed when he felt the same cold substance on his lips. His tongue moved out to receive more of the ice cream, and he was duly rewarded. The ice cream treatment was repeated on his neck, on his chest, and those parts of his back that were accessible. Wherever the ice cream went it was followed immediately by Sophie's tongue seeking to remove that which she had strategically placed. He could feel Sophie's warm and naked body as she moved around him, but could do nothing in his trussed up condition. When he recognised the feel of her pubic bush being moved across his nipples he moaned loudly.
Quickly she unfastened the knotat his ankles leaving his hands still tied and the makeshift blindfold in place. She pushed him forward onto his chest. She placed the pillow under his hips, causing his buttocks to be raised off the bed. His rampant cock was again ready for action and stretched out painfully backwards between his legs, but Sophie wasn't ready to give him the relief he sought, she was enjoying this too much to end it just yet. Silence again. Sophie got down off the bed and Jack was left there alone in silence for about five minutes, wondering what was next. Then Sophie was back, her warm hands on his shoulders and his back, before moving down onto his tight buttocks. He felt the ice cream being applied to the base of his spine, felt it melting and trickling down his ass crack and finally dripping onto his cock. He again felt Sophie's tongue lapping up the ice cream, slowly moving down the cheeks of his ass. Her hands moved to his ass cheeks and he felt her spread them apart. Her tongue gently lapped around the tight hole of his ass and then it seemed that more ice cream was being pushed into his ass by her tongue. He bucked his hips up off the bed and she playfully slapped his bare buttocks. More ice cream, more tongue, until finally she had lubricated his ass sufficiently to get her tongue inside his ass-hole, probing gently as she sought to gain deeper entry. Sophie removed her tongue from Jack's ass and replaced it with a finger. She transferred her attentions to his hot throbbing cock; he wondered how long he would last before involuntarily let go, but still she persisted to tease his cock sucking ice cream from it, only to replace it with more of the same. "I am going to untie your hands but I want you to remain face down and please keep still, I don't want you finishing just yet". Sophie's voice broke through the roaring in his head as he fought to stop himself cumming.
Quickly and efficiently she removed the belt from around his wrists and threw it to the floor. Silence again and then the now familiar odour of the warm moisturising oil from earlier, its heady perfume filling the bedroom and taking them both onto a different plane where anything goes. Jack felt the warm oil being applied liberally to his buttocks and dribbled down between his ass cheeks. As with Sophie it seemed to collect around his ass-hole and Jack felt Sophie's fingers spreading his ass cheeks and probing gently before her middle finger was pushed firmly into his rectum. As he had seen her do to herself, the single finger was joined by a second and then a third. More oil followed to add to the lubrication as she finger-fucked Jack in the same manner as she had fucked herself. The attention of her fingers caused his sphincter to relax completely as she fucked him. Jack was writhing around the bed attempting to fuck the mattress, squirming in ecstasy.
Leaning forward slightly she untied the blindfold and said quietly, "Jack, open your eyes and tell me what you see and what you want". Jack opened his eyes and blinked. Sophie had turned down the lights so that the rest of the room was dimly lit with just a single spotlight shining down on them. The tell tale recording light of the camcorder was on but the TV was switched off.
He turned his head in Sophie's direction and saw that she had encased her trim body in a tight leather bustier. She had put on long thigh boots and was wearing a strap-on attached to a figure hugging pair of crotchless pants. Two power cords led away from the strap-on and Jack quickly realised that this was no ordinary strap-on but the one they had recently seen and joked about on a sex toys website. He remembered its construction. A leather harness with two vibrators attached to two dildoes, one short and fat and the other resembling a full size human cock. They had fantasised about its use. Obviously, Sophie had decided to take things to another level. He saw that she had inserted the short fat stubby dildo into her pussy when she put the harness on and now turned her vibrator on. Immediately a tremor shot through her body as the vibrator kicked in and she quickly turned the adjuster down to a more manageable pitch. Sophie poured more oil onto the protruding dildo and massaged its surface,soaking it with the lubricant. "What do you see, Jack".
"I see my wife, my lover and a wonderful woman who is going to fuck me".
"That's good then, I wasn't sure how you would react, but if you want me to fuck you as much as I want to fuck you, then its OK".
"It's more than OK" Jack responded, "Every time we have fucked I have always wondered what it must be like" Sophie's response was to oil up her fingers again and slide them back into Jack's ass. She resumed with a light finger fuck adding one finger at a time until she had all four fingers firmly placed. She increased the pressure of the fuck until she was back to her original speed and firmness, at the same time oiling the dildo, which stuck out from her lower belly. It was smaller than Jack's cock but Sophie hesitated, realising that that initial penetration might be difficult. Jack sensed her hesitation and he moaned,
"Just do it Sophie, do it to me, give me that big stiff cock".
She withdrew her fingers and before his sphincter could contract she placed the head of the dildo at the entrance to Jack's anus. With a gentle push it found its way slowly past the ring of muscle, which then contracted around it. Sophie continued to push the big dildo firmly into his ass. With a firm push she slid the dildo in to its full extent and Jack squirmed to accommodate the intrusion. She withdrew slightly and poured some more of the oil onto the shaft, using her hand to spread it liberally, before withdrawing some another inch or so, only the bulbous head remained inside Jack's ass. She pushed back in slowly and he responded by pushing his ass toward Sophie. She fucked Jack carefully and deliberately, taking her time, whispering her encouragement,
"Take it, Jack, take it all, come on baby, you're doing just fine"
Jack gasped out his reply,
"Do it to me Sophie, give me that big cock, fuck my ass with your big cock"
Jack's cock, restrained by the tight cock ring, was engorged hugely, deep purple veins rippling its surface, the head glowing from the strain.
Sophie's then turned on both of the built in vibrators. Immediately the tremors hit her and she felt herself near to cumming.
Jack, in turn was staggered by the effect of the vibrator on his prostate gland. The pre-cum started oozing from his cock as he became totally under the influence of the vibrators. The heady perfume of the oil and the ass fucking being so capably delivered by the woman he loved caused escalating sensations that drove him over the edge and his cock pumped its milky white cum explosively across the sheets below him. As Jack shot his load Sophie quickly withrew the dildo from his ass and cranked the vibrator on hers up to it's highest level and she shrieked in ecstacy as the high level intensity vibrations crashed around her clitoris. She came hard within seconds of Jack and collapsed alongside him, totally exhausted. The screams from both of them echoed around the bedroom. Later, the camcorder telltale light blinked off as Sophie reached over for the remote. She wound the tape back to the start. Maybe they could go for a real-time replay later....
Part Two: (How our heroes accidentally meet, lust at first sight).
Ch.1 Beginnings
Despite being physically exhausted from the efforts of the morning, Sophie and Jack did manage to get a walk in the hills, even if it was hours later than planned. A few food items and a bottle of wine packed into a rucksack had provided an afternoon picnic at a site overlooking the cool turquoise river flowing through the green wooded valley some 200 feet below. The site itself was known to only a few and was completely inaccessible by any other means than on foot. The couple relaxed, laying side-by-side, their hands barely touching, breathing in the clear air with the slight tang of pine and freshly cut grass carried along on the breeze.
As they lay in the long grass, each in their own world, they found themselves reminiscing about how this had all started...
Chapter 1 Jack's Story
After Jack's first wife died, he had become reclusive for a while. His life became centred on his work. As the majority shareholder and Chief Engineer of an Aircraft Engineering and Sales company out at the City Airport, he could reasonably spend most days and weekends at the office. His colleagues grew concerned as he became more grumpy and self-centred. He became a stickler for detail, far more so than the job required him to be and would severely discipline anyone who failed to come up to his own impossibly high standards.
At least, that is, until about a year after his wife's death, when he was involved in a minor traffic accident. On that bright summer's morning he had collided with an old open top MGB that had lost control after a front tyre blow out. On that day his life had changed forever. After both cars had stopped at the side of the road, Jack had rushed to make sure the driver was OK. He had found the driver of the MGB to be a stunning young woman. Her dark Latino looks had been an instant turn on. They exchanged names, addresses and phone numbers as was legally required. Jack then called a tow truck since, despite it only being a minor shunt, the MG had sustained steering damage that required attention. They chatted as they awaited arrival of the tow truck. Sophie, the MG driver, told him that she had been on her way to her studio and was running late. She ran an aerobics and dance studio and was dressed for the part, in a skimpy halter-top, tight shorts and a pair of impossibly white Nike trainers. Jack was completely smitten. He knew nothing of this woman and he wanted desperately to find out more. Whilst waiting for the tow truck, they told each other a bit about themselves. Sophie told him that she had recently separated from her partner and was living the life of a single woman. He found out that her parents had bought the house she lived in years before and she had inherited it after they had died.
Her ex partner, Ronnie, had had plans of his own for the house, and when she had arrived home early one afternoon, she had found a rep from a real estate company, talking to Ronnie about a suggested selling price. Since Sophie had no intention of selling her family home, the ensuing argument had been very short and very bitter.
The Latino blood in her veins had quickly fired up and she had literally thrown him out, along with his belongings. By evening not a trace of Ronnie had been left in the house and five years of her life were gone. Jack and Sophie's conversation had gone on for half an hour or so, but eventually the truck arrived. Jack offered to give Sophie a lift to the dance studio and to pick her up later in the day and take her home. After some discussion his offer was accepted. On the drive into the city he noticed that Sophie kept giving him little sideways glances when she thought he wasn't looking and the way she was squirming on the seat suggested that she was being turned on by something. When she leaned forward to pick up her purse from the floor he saw that she had pushed it well into her lap and the car had taken on a slight new aroma which he hadn't smelled for a while, that of a woman getting sexually aroused. This in turn had an effect on Jack, who felt the stirrings of an erection. He just hoped that she wouldn't notice the bulge that was forming in his trousers. To break the picture that was forming in his mind he asked for directions to the studio. He realised that she would soon be getting out and that he would have to wait until much later before he could see her again and experience the pleasure of having this incredibly sexy woman in the car with him. When they arrived at the studio, Sophie gave him a peck on the cheek and he felt her soft lips on his skin, and then she was gone. He watched as she walked over to the studio and unlocked the door. She turned and waved and went inside. Reluctantly, Jack shifted into reverse, turned away and drove to his office at the airport. At noon he got a call in his office. Sophie had a cancelled appointment and would he like to meet her for lunch? Checking his diary for the afternoon, Jack found he had nothing pressing and decided to take the rest of the day off.
'One of the good things about running your own business', he thought. He suggested a small bistro he had seen just around the corner from her studio. He arrived there half an hour later. Sophie walked in wearing an understated black tracksuit a couple of sizes too small. The zipper of the fitted jacket was open just enough to provide a view of her cleavage and her nipples were making their mark on the material, suggesting that she didn't wear a bra.
"I had to borrow this" she explained, "I don't think the management here would like what I was wearing this morning. I was in so much of a rush to leave home that I left my usual sports bag in the kitchen. I'm not very well organised, yet" Jack said that any man who didn't find that morning's clothes attractive was either blind, stupid or both; a compliment which Sophie blushingly accepted.
"Why, thank you kind Sir," she said, dropping a little curtsey. Lunch was a complete success and they spent the rest of the afternoon chatting, and continuing the exchange of personal information and experiences. Eventually, Sophie said, "About that offer of a lift home, do you think we could go now, only I have one or two things to do at home and I must make sure that the jeep will start. Since Ronnie left I haven't used it and I will need to get it going until the MG is fixed" Jack paid the bill and they left to walk back to car park near the studio. On the way along the street on that warm afternoon, her hand sought out his and they walked hand in hand to the car which had literally brought them together. They drove out of the city and into the countryside, heading for the foothills of the mountains some fifty miles out. Sophie's directions were clear and they arrived about an hour after leaving the city. As they turned off the main road onto the track leading to Sophie's house, Jack noticed an old, rusty horse shoe with some vicious-looking nails protruding from it. Rather than stop and move it immediately, he decided he would move it when he left. Something like that could cause punctures and his analytical mind decided that was probably the cause of the accident this morning. Sophie's house lay about a quarter mile along the track with no other houses in sight. It was a large colonial type of house and looked imposing in the late-afternoon sun. "Here we are then, home sweet home", said Sophie.
She was so obviously proud of the house.
"Well, don't just sit there", her voice cut into his thoughts, "Come in, and welcome to my home". Jack had been admiring the house and hadn't realised she had left the car, had opened the front door and was now standing in the porch with a welcoming smile on her face.
"I'll give you the grand tour later, she said." Taking his hand again, she led him into the main living room and waved at a chair,
"Sit down and make yourself comfortable." "I will be a few minutes, I must change out of this stuff and get it in the wash."
With a flashing smile she was gone. Jack heard her go upstairs and a couple of minutes later he heard the shower running. Silence for a while throughout the house and then,
"Get yourself a drink and would you mix me a very dry martini, 'I'll be down in a minute". "Oh, and find some music, would you" Jack took this as an invitation to look around the room in a little more detail. Drinks cabinet over there, a very dry martini for Sophie and a vodka coke for him. Looking around however, he could find no trace of a stereo or a TV for that matter. But, lying on a coffee table was a remote control with JVC on it, which obviously controlled something. Picking it up he pointed it in the general direction of where he would have installed a stereo. A pair of wooden doors in a floor-to-ceiling cupboard slid apart to reveal a widescreen TV and a powerful looking audio system. Stacked alongside the audio rig was a pile of CDs. Her library of CDs was almost a carbon copy of his own collection at home. They had already discussed music and found that they had broadly similar tastes, but the similarity between her collection and his was uncanny. He found a CD by Bruce Hornsby and put it on, and the strains of 'On the Western Skyline" rang out loudly across the room. Jack turned down the volume to a background level and returned to his seat. Another three of Hornsby's tracks played through and 'That's just the way it is' had just started when a pair of cool hands covered his eyes and he heard her say,
"Hi, guess who".
She kissed him on his neck. He turned and once again was stunned by her appearance. Sophie had taken on a new persona, in white blouse and a pair of Levi's that must have been sprayed on. She was barefoot and freshly scrubbed. She looked incredibly sexy A trace of an exotic perfume wafted from her body as she stooped and took her drink from the table. As Sophie crossed the room he followed her with his eyes. Every detail of her classic dancer's body was accentuated by the clothes she wore; the top three buttons on the blouse were unfastened, again revealing the cleavage he had gazed at since lunchtime. The outline of her nipples against the thin material of the blouse again revealed that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her ass and long legs were tightly encased in the jeans, and her small feet completed his picture of his idea of the perfect woman.
Part 2.
Chapter 2; Sophie's Story
Sophie Maxwell was running late, again. For the second day running, her alarm failed to go off and now, at the very time she should be arriving at the studio she was just waking up. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT!" she cursed to herself, "I really must get something done about that bloody, bloody clock!" She leaped out of bed and crossed to the en-suite shower, turning on the water.
'No time for breakfast', she thought, 'but that's OK, I've got a quiet day for once and it is Friday.'
Despite being the boss of the studio she prided herself on her punctuality and dedication. She used the shower and emerged in a slightly better frame of mind, catching a glimpse of her dusky Latino body in the full length mirror, looking away again quickly as she thought to herself 'You've gained a couple of pounds there, girl, you need an extra work out today'. Sophie was a Service brat. Daddy had been a Commander in the British Royal Navy and had met and married a Brazilian ballet dancer whilst serving as Naval Attache in Rio De Janeiro. Sophie made her appearance a couple of years later, and when Daddy retired from the Navy, they had moved into this house in Western Canada. Her mother died shortly after they moved in and Sophie and her Dad lived on in splendid isolation. She got her degree in business studies at the age of twenty two, but her Mums influence of drama and dance had become so ingrained in her that a life on stage was what she had really wanted. Two years of touring was enough to change her mind about the life though and when Daddy suggested he set her up with her own dance studio, she was overjoyed at the thought. The business had been an immediate success and she was able to repay him the start up costs within two years. Success followed success and now she was the leading expert on all things to do with theatre, dance and aerobics in the city.
She tore around the house naked picking up this and that and finally threw on a crop top, white tanga briefs and a pair of shorts and white Nike trainers, before steaming out of the house and climbing into Daddy's old 'little bit of England' a battered old dark green MGB. She had inherited this along with the house and an old Willys Jeep. Despite travelling a hundred miles a day, the MGB remained fairly reliable. She drove quickly down the track toward the main road not realising that she had driven over a cast-off horseshoe complete with rusty nails, one of which had embedded itself in her right front tyre, which was now beginning to deflate. She turned left on to the main road to the City and quickly increased her speed up to the local limit, the stereo blasting out a tape of U2's 'I still haven't found what I'm looking for'.
Feeling distinctly better than she had an hour ago and now quite her normal self, Sophie was singing away loudly as she approached the on ramp of a road coming in on her right when the front tyre gave out with a loud bang. The MG swerved from lane three to lane one in less than a second as she lost control at the very point where the on ramp joined. A big dark grey Citroen was joining at that point and both cars finished up at the same place and same time. She heard rather than felt the sideswipe and then became aware that the Citroen was now behind her, slowing rapidly and she was drifting to the reservation at the side of the road. Unable to use her brakes, she fought the drift that would take her off the road and eventually came to a rumbling, vibration-filled standstill. As Sophie sat there shaking, the thought occurred to her that had the Citroen not been there to slow down her hard right drift that she could have been killed or at least seriously hurt. An accident had actually saved her life. The gods must surely be smiling on her today. The driver of the Citroen had left his car and was now rushing towards her. She continued to sit there, all of her fears about road rage becoming a reality. The other driver looked at her in amazement.
"Are you OK?" he asked, "Are you hurt?"
She admitted to an ache in her wrist but everything else seemed to be where it should be.
"I saw you from the on ramp in lane three so no problem. I accelerated to get out onto the road and there you were in lane one just as I hit the lane. I saw you had blown a tyre and I guess instinct took over so I put my car between yours and the kerb, it was the only thing I could think of..."
He stopped in mid sentence as he saw that she was smiling at him and crying at the same time.
"What is it?" he asked his eyes full of concern.
Sophie repeated to him the thought that she had had about an accident saving her life and then she started to laugh at the irony of the situation.
"Look", she said, "my name is Sophie Maxwell and if you'll forgive the shaky hands I'll give you my business card".
"I'm Jack Roberts" he replied handing her his card. "It looks like you'll need a tow-truck, hang on and I'll get one of my guys out to help." She turned and watched as Jack made his way back to car and took a cell phone from the glove box and made a call. Instead of being mad with her, he had taken the accident and the damage to his car so very well.
There was something about this man that made her feel gooey inside, or was it the result of the accident? Either way, she found the man to be quick thinking, sensitive and very sexy. His brown eyes and long brown hair gave no real indication of his age, but she guessed that he was probably a couple of years older than she was and she had always found older men more attractive. Yes, the gods were definitely smiling on her this morning. Jack came back and slid into the cramped confines of the MGB's cockpit into the passenger seat. They sat talking about this and that until the tow truck came along, when they had to vacate the car as it was winched up onto the truck's flat bed.
"Can I give you a lift into town", he asked, "I could drop you at your studio and then pick you up and drive you home this evening"
"I couldn't ask that of you", she said, "I live fifty miles away, so I know I would be causing all kinds of problems."
Jack smiled and just said "Look, in this car, fifty miles is nothing, its like driving an armchair, you'll see."
"Well in that case, I accept and thank you", she said. Jack and Sophie climbed into the Citroen and she sat and watched as he keyed in the security code into the keypad on the centre console. She watched as his long slim fingers danced across the keypad, and a series of wicked thoughts crossed her mind as she imagined those same fingers dancing across her body, touching and teasing her breasts, her stomach, and down to her pussy. Those fingers could probably work miracles she thought. She realised that she was becoming quite damp between the thighs and tried to drive the thoughts away but the more she tried, the stronger they became.
'Dammit', she thought, 'I'm going to bed this guy if I have to die trying.'
She smiled to herself as the irony of the situation again crossed her mind. She watched from the corner of her eye at the ease with which Jack handled the big car, the way the wheel slipped through those long slim fingers.... Shit, I'm at it again', she thought.
The damp patch between her thighs became even more noticeable and she cursed under her breath.
'What if he notices?' she thought, 'he can't help but see what is happening here'.
She leaned forward and picked up her purse and put it in her lap and squirmed in the seat, trying to ease the pressure in her pussy, which was becoming more turned on by the minute as her mind visualised all kinds of scenarios where she finished up naked with this man. Jack glanced over and asked where the studio was and Sophie gave him the directions. She realised that they were closer to the studio than she had thought and that she couldn't wait for tonight when he would take her home again. All too soon they arrived at the studio. Shifting sideways to get out of the car, she said,
"Thank you Jack, I'll see you later", Sophie was in a hurry to get into the studio and into the shower. She would have to cure this ache between her legs. "I'll pick you up at five", said Jack, "but if you want to get away earlier, or if you want to chat, give me a call, I have a fairly quiet day today"
Sophie turned and gave him a light kiss on the cheek,
"Thanks, Jack, thank you again"
She turned and walked across the path to her studio and unlocked the door and reset the security alarm to monitor the front door.
Knowing that she was on her own and unlikely to be disturbed for at least half an hour Sophie decided to take a shower, and was already stripping off the crop top as she turned on the water. As she waited for it to heat through, she removed the shorts she had pulled on earlier in her rush to get out of the house. She noticed the sweet warm aroma of a well-roused female as she took off her panties and she wondered if maybe Jack too had noticed.
'He must have done', she thought ' he could hardly miss that'.
She blushed at the thought as she stepped into the shower. Taking a sponge from the shelf she soaped it up and spread the soft shower foam across her body. Putting the sponge to one side she allowed the water to beat down on her neck. Her hands moved to slowly massage her shoulders and her small pert breasts.
Sophie found herself wondering again what his hands would feel like on her body. With a half smile, she allowed her hands to wander freely across her stomach. As if of their own volition they moved to her breasts, her fingers circling her hard nipples. They sent urgent messages directly to her clitoris which became erect and pushed its way out of its protective hood. Sophie fought back a desire to cum quickly and let her imagination run wild, seeing Jack before her, stroking his erection and imagined him getting harder by the minute.
Her hands traced a path back across her stomach, around her back and down across her sensitive ass-cheeks as she continued to imagine his hands stroking and kneading her butt before returning to her neatly trimmed pubic area, slowly seeking out all of her hot-spots and allowing each to become aroused. Sophie's hands finally arrived at that magic spot between her legs, touching her pussy lips, opening them slightly and gently stroking her now prominent clitoris. Sophie kept the picture of Jack in her mind, naked before her, touching her where her hands were. In the picture that had formed, her hands were his hands. She felt her juices flowing freely now; she desperately needed a fuck. She bunched her fingers together, her fingers now became his cock and he was slowly sliding it inside her aching pussy. She envisioned his cock as being long, hard and thick and he was fucking her hard, skilfully reaching those parts that so needed relief. Sophie heard herself saying 'Fuck me, Jack, Fuck me harder'. She imagined him cumming inside her and frigged her clitoris mercilessly with the knuckles of her thumb. Her breath was drawn in short, sharp gasps now as she tumbled toward that 'petit mort' that would bring the release she so desperately needed. With a shriek she came, collapsing to her knees as the hot water continued to beat down on her. Her senses having exploded in a prolonged orgasm, it was a while before she came down. As she was recovering the phone rang. She pulled on a robe and went out to the office to take the call, slightly angry that someone had interrupted her post orgasmic chill out period . Her 11.30 was cancelling. She thanked them for their consideration in calling and hung up. As Sophie's hand replaced the receiver, she had an impish thought and retrieved Jack's card from her purse. She hesitated for only a moment and then called the number on the card. When he answered she said,
"Jack, Its Sophie, could we meet for lunch?"
She could hear a jet aircraft starting up in the background and looked again at the card. 'Roberts Aviation Services' it read ' J. P. Roberts Chief Engineer.' She heard him say,
"Hold on a minute, Sophie, let me just close the window".
The noise on the phone died away to a muted roar as the aircraft taxied past his now closed window. She heard him shuffling papers on his desk and was greatly relieved when he came back on the line and said,
"I have nothing to do that can't wait, so yes, I would love to have lunch with you." Jack added that he remembered a small bistro just around the corner from her studio that he had passed on his way after dropping her off and driving over to the airport and suggested that they meet there. As Sophie again hung up the phone she thought,
'That's nice to know, he is as keen as me'.
She was also pleased that he had noticed the bistro, since it was the one that she used on a regular basis. The thought then occurred to her that she had nothing to wear. Her sports bag with a change of clothes was still in the kitchen were she had left it this morning in her mad dash to leave. All that she had in the place was someone else's tracksuit and that would be a bit small for her.
'Ah, Shit' she cursed, "Well, it will just have to do." The second realisation was that whilst she had no need for a bra except whilst doing her aerobics routine, panties were definitely required and the only pair she had with her were those which she had discarded and were now lying on the floor with the crop top and shorts. The spare panties she routinely carried were in the sports bag at home.
Going without underwear was not something she routinely did and the naughty thoughts started yet again as she pulled on the tracksuit bottoms. These were tight across the butt, she noticed, and the jacket with its nine inch top zip would need to be left open otherwise it would be just too obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. Sophie pulled the top over her head and shook her long black hair. It was still damp from the shower. She took one of the studio's hair driers and quickly blow dried her hair. The concentrated heat and the blast of air from the drier gave her hair a shaggy dog look when she stepped away and she quickly ran a brush through it. When she checked in the mirror she was not surprised to see that her hair had bushed out and now cascaded over her shoulders. From her purse she removed a small make-up kit and quickly applied the little that she needed. Her latino skin was still relatively flawless and she needed just a little mascara and lip gloss to complete the job. Sophie checked the results in the full-length mirror and was pleased with what she saw. So OK, the tracksuit was a little smaller than she would have liked and yes, even with the zipper at the neck all the way down her nipples protruded into the material of the jacket.
'At least I'll be able to get past the front door of the bistro.'She thought.
'Where does the time go,' she wondered as she locked up the studio and set the alarm system. She walked down the street, around the corner and toward the bistro. A group of teenagers whistled at her as they shot past on skateboards and whilst she disliked this behaviour, she was secretly pleased that a thirty something woman could produce the admiration of teenager boys. She arrived at the bistro and was immediately greeted by the maitre' d.
"Sorry, Miss Maxwell," he said, "we weren't expecting you".
Sophie turned on her brightest smile and said that it was OK and that she was meeting a 'Jack Roberts' and did he know if he had arrived yet.
"Oh, yes, Miss Maxwell. Mister Roberts is over there in the corner, but I could sit you both somewhere else if you wish".
Sophie looked over at where he had indicated and saw Jack rise to his feet to greet her. She took in the ambience of the place and noted a number of diners looking in her direction and decided the corner would be just fine.
"No", she said, "Over there is fine".
She dismissed the maitre 'd with a smile and walked over to where Jack was waiting. She leaned in to him and again gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Hello, Jack, it's nice to see you again", she said.
"Hello, Sophie", I didn't expect to see you quite so soon, but I'm so glad you called". The waiters appeared at their table and they placed their orders for lunch and shared a bottle of a light white wine.
The next four hours disappeared as if in a blur, as they laughed and talked about the events of the morning and how it appeared that fate had brought them together. They were, she found, totally relaxed in each other's company, sharing many of the same interests and passions. At one point during the afternoon she got the feeling of a third person, her Dad, at the table, listening in, and checking Jack out. In her mind, she saw Daddy nodding his approval at this quiet, unassuming man. Sophie and her Dad had got very close in the years after Mum died and she still felt a psychic connection to him. Around four thirty she said,
"Jack, about that lift home, do you think we could leave now, I've got a couple of things I must do and I must make sure the Jeep is going to start. I haven't used it since Ronnie left and Ill have to get it going 'til the MG is fixed".
Jack was only too happy to oblige. He smiled and stood up and moved around to Sophie's chair, pulling it out as she stood. The afternoon had simply flown by. Sophie went to take her credit card from her purse, but Jack stopped her, saying that he hadn't enjoyed anyone's company so much in a long, long time and that he would like to pay the bill. Sophie accepted the compliment and the offer, thinking to herself that she would definitely make it up to him and very soon. On the drive home she saw that Jack was constantly using the excuse of checking the mirror on her side of the car to take a sideways look at her, as she had that morning and was flattered by this covert attention.
'Jack was right about the car,' she thought to herself, It was comfortable and very smooth, and quick,
'a bit like Jack, really', she decided. They passed the spot at which they had collided and she decided that henceforth she would look upon that place as somewhere special. The journey home passed without incident and she gave him the final directions to her house in the hills. Jack pulled up in front of the house and Sophie remarked,
"Well here we are, home, sweet, home ",
thinking to herself that this house was looking really beautiful in the late afternoon sunshine. She got out of the car and moved to the front door, and opened it. Jack just sat there. He appeared to be considering something. Sophie decided to bring him out of his reverie and called out to him,
"Don't just sit there, come in and welcome to my home." Taking his hand she led Jack into the living room and invited him to make himself at home. Sophie excused herself and went upstairs and into her bedroom, stripping off the tracksuit and putting it into the laundry basket. She called down to Jack and asked him to get drinks for them and suggested that he might like to put some music on. Only after she made the request did she realise that in order to put some music on, Jack would have to sort out just how to do that since all of the audio kit was out of view. The strains of Bruce Hornsby came drifting up the stairs, and she mentally congratulated him on finding it so quickly. She took a quick shower, and searched her closet for something sexy to wear, finally selling on a not quite see through blouse and a tight pair of jeans,
Underwear, yes or no, she couldn't make up her mind but finally settled on a not very practical but very sexy thong. Most of her underwear was Victoria's Secret, and whilst it was expensive it was also very sexy, and this was a very special occasion. Something told her that she must not let this man go home tonight. That it was important to her future. She looked across at the photograph on her dressing table,
'What do you think, Daddy, should I keep him?' she asked on her psychic link.
Her father's photograph seemed to change and the man in the picture smiled his agreement.
'Thank you, Dad' she said to the air. Sophie took a last look at herself in the mirror, and satisfied with the effect she had created, gave herself a brief spray of perfume between her breasts and went back down the stairs to the big living room. Bruce Hornsby's 'That's just the way it is' had just kicked in and she saw that Jack had placed her drink on a table next to where he was seated. Barefoot, as was her habit at home, she crossed the room and stood behind him, before covering his eyes with her hands and whispering "Guess who" in his ear. She planted a soft kiss on his neck as she leaned over to pick up her drink, and then crossed to the picture windows and looked out over her well-tended garden and on to hills beyond.
Chapter 3: Sophie and Jack: Starting Out
"What do you think of the view?" Sophie asked, "It's one of the reasons Daddy bought the house".
Jacks response from the chair wasn't what she had expected, "From where I'm sitting the view is spectacular".
He rose and crossed the room and stood behind her, circling her trim waist with his arms, and returning her neck kiss. Sophie leaned back into him and again Jack caught the subliminal messages being communicated by her perfume. As she leaned back she pushed herself into closer contact. She felt his erection hardening within his trousers and found herself grinding her butt into it. For his part Jack found this a bit uncomfortable since his cock was firmly locked downward along his right leg and was threatening the survival of his boxers. Sophie found the pressure on her ass cheeks intoxicating and pressed her butt into his crutch even harder. Jack was the first to break the connection,
"Look, I'm sorry to do this, but I really must go - " his sentence was cut off by Sophie's interjection:
"No, Jack, Please don't leave, I was going to offer you dinner."
To her amazement, Jack started to laugh and Sophie was quite taken aback until he finished the sentence that she had broken into
" - to the bathroom." Sophie too then began to laugh and they fell into each other' arms and kissed properly for the first time. A soft kiss rapidly becoming harder, hugging and squeezing each other, the kiss becoming demanding, tongues fighting each other seeking out each other's mouths. Again, Jack was the first to break away and this time he raised his right arm and said in a childlike voice
"Please, Miss Maxwell, I really need to go."
Sophie picked up the connotation straightaway and responded as a schoolteacher would,
"Oh well then, Master Roberts, you had better go. But don't be all night about it!"
She then reverted to Sophie and said
"There is a guest bathroom upstairs on the right, please feel free."
Jack turned to go and she saw the reason for his discomfort and she caught his hand in hers. His cock appeared to be huge and was painfully trapped downward in his trousers. She looked at him, looked again down at the bulge and moved her free hand down to cover it and felt for the first time the size and hardness of his erection. Looking him straight in the eye she said quietly,
"That's nice, Jack, please don't lose it. We'll need that later." Jack kissed her again and then excused himself and went upstairs.
Sophie congratulated herself on the results of her choice of clothing and perfume. She had hoped and prayed that Jack would be responsive and it looked as if everything was going to work out. She told herself not to rush things, but her pussy was telling her another story. The touch of her hand on his cock, even covered as it was, had been translated immediately into a flow of juices from her pussy. She was ready, dammit, she was ready, for whatever else took place that evening. Jack meantime found the well-appointed guest bathroom and released his cock from his boxers and was pleased by what he saw; he knew from his time in the Air Force that his cock was bigger than most but the effect of the close contact with Sophie had produced a quite amazing hard-on which appeared huge even to him. At Sophie's touch he had almost shot his load and was grateful to have got upstairs. After flushing the toilet he moved to the washbasin and filled it with hot water. He removed his trousers and boxers and stood in front of the basin. Picking a new bar of soap from the shelf he proceeded to soap up his hands before taking his cock in his hands and carefully washing. He took his time with the washing, soaping up and stroking his cock as he fantasised about Sophie and all the things he would like her to do.
He tried to imagine her mouth around his cock, gently sucking and biting, the action of her tongue on the glans, the gentle probing at the eye. How about her tongue on his balls, maybe taking them in his mouth? Her mouth and tongue on his nipples; all of this is possible he thought as he washed the soap off and rinsed and dried himself. For the last year he hadn't had a fuck, being content just to watch a porno and jerk off occasionally. Before leaving the bathroom he did a quick check around, lowered the toilet seat and lid, flushed it again and went back downstairs. Sophie met him in the living room with a fresh drink for him. He took it from her and took a sip.
"So, how about the grand tour," she said, "No extra charge."
Jack replied, "Sounds good to me."
Taking Jack by the hand she led him into another large room on the ground floor, this had been converted into a studio. Three walls were lined with all kinds of gym apparatus and the fourth wall was a floor to ceiling, wall-to-wall mirror now reflecting the setting sun across the room. Fixed to the mirror and running the entire width of a room at just above waist height was a ballet barre. Sophie approached the barre, stood side-on to it at a distance of an arms length, took hold with her right hand and raised her straightened right leg to the barre before stretching her left arm out and grasping her right ankle with her left hand and lowering her head to her knee. Jack heard her say quietly and reverently,
"Thank you, Mother." She recovered to her standing position and said,
"This was my mothers practice room, I used to sit and watch her for hours in here."
Then Sophie dropped a bombshell when she said in a small voice,
"She died in this room".
Jack was completely at a loss for words. Sophie refrained from any more details, saying simply, "This room is special to me".
She came back to him and leaned in close to Jack,
"That's why I could never sell."
"Come on" she said "let's carry on."
Leaving the studio room they moved hand in hand down the corridor, further into the house. One room led off to the left and another to the right. The one on the left was designed as a large office and was obviously the heart of her business. Three computers, a couple of printers and scanners were arranged at work stations and one wall was given over to filing cabinets. Jack was impressed and told her so. Sophie replied that she had a temp who came in when necessary to help out but for the most part she ran her little empire from this room. She closed the door after checking her e-mails and a fax machine,
"Nothing that cannot wait" she said. Sophie crossed to the other door and opened it onto the biggest kitchen Jack had ever seen. "It's totally impractical for me," she said,
"It's much too large, but its OK, its got everything I'm ever likely to need. By the way, are you hungry?"
Jack replied impishly,
"Only for you." Sophie looked at him coquettishly and replied,
"Down boy, later" "Jack," she said "Seriously, if I rustle us up some food could you could do me a favour. Can see if you can get the Jeep started?"
Jack readily agreed and she gave him a bunch of keys.
"Its in the garage out back" she said, opening a door at the far end of the kitchen.
"Just out there on the right at the bottom of the driveway."
As he crossed the garden he noticed for the first time a large swimming pool with a solarium and a hot tub near by. The pool was sheltered from the prevailing wind by a full- length glass or Perspex wall some ten feet high and an arched roof provided cover from the weather. Jack went out to the garage and opened up the double doors. On the left hand side sat a garish purple Jeep with a trick paint job. His first glance took in the fact that it was in a better condition than her MGB even before today's accident. Her father had obviously been very proud of this relic of WW2 and had lavished much TLC on its restoration. It was almost a shame to take it out of the garage in case it got scratched.
The mud on its tyres however implied that it did spend some time being used in four-wheel drive territory. He stepped over the high sill and into the driver's seat, inserted the key, and turned it, the ignition and oil lights came on which was a promising start, so he primed the fuel system and pushed the starter switch. With a bit of a moan the engine lit off and set there in the garage burbling away to itself. Mr Willys was back in action! He dropped the clutch, selected a forward gear and released the handbrake.
He allowed his left foot to slowly release the clutch and the jeep moved slowly forward out of the garage. Once clear he stopped and parked, switched on the lights and did a walk-around, checking the lights, the engine oil and water levels and the condition of the tyres. If this was to be Sophie's transport he wanted to make sure that everything about it was serviceable.
Having satisfied himself that the jeep was safe to drive, he carefully reversed back into the garage and switched everything off. He closed the garage doors and locked up and returned towards the kitchen from where he could smell steaks being grilled. When Jack left the kitchen to go the garage, Sophie took a couple of steaks from the fridge, sprinkled on some seasoning and switched on the grill, waiting until it got extremely hot before putting the steaks under the heat. Remembering Jack's preference for white wine rather than red she took a Riesling from the fridge and opened it, allowing it to breathe.
By the time he returned to the kitchen, she had fried a couple of eggs and was serving the meals onto plates. He came in and crossed to the sink and washed his hands.
"The jeep is fine," he said, "You obviously take good care of it." Sophie smiled and said,
"Thank you. I try to remember all of the work that Daddy put into its rebuild. It's a sort of rolling memorial. Come on, lets eat."
They sat at the kitchen table and had supper.
It was fully dark now and the view from the kitchen window was no more than a reflection of the kitchen scene. They continued their getting to know you conversation during the meal, each enjoying the other's company. There was a clearly sexual air about the way they interacted and as they finished, Sophie said very quietly,
" Jack, about what I said earlier about me not wanting you to leave. It's true. Ever since we met this morning, I wanted you here with me. So I need to know right now, Jack, is it mutual, because if it is not what you want as well, then I'd like you to leave now please, before we get involved any further. I don't want this to be a one-night stand."
Jack's heart missed a beat and a lump came into his throat as he turned her, took her face in his hands and kissed her gently on her forehead. Jack looked at her and said, "Truthfully, Sophie, in all of my life I have never come across a person who has affected me this way and I really do want to stay."
"That's fine then", she said moving away from the table, "You can do the washing up, whilst I go and sort things out upstairs."
She blew him a kiss and disappeared upstairs, her heart thumping in anticipation of things to come. Jack found himself smiling to himself and thought of the strange way that life works and set about washing up the supper dishes. Sophie entered her bedroom and saw at once that the place was a tip. Clothes worn once and discarded littered the floor and the remnants of last nights TV dinner were still on the night table beside the bed. She stripped off the bed sheets and removed the duvet cover. They were replaced by clean lilac sheets and a purple duvet cover and pillowcases. Normally she attended to the bedroom at the weekend, giving it the blitz treatment it invariably needed. A rapid tidy-up was required. Starting at the door she scooped up the cast off clothes and towels, working her way across the room. An aerobics practice area at the end of her bed was covered with a non-slip crash mat, it would have to stay, she thought. Clothes, towels and bedding were unceremoniously dumped in the laundry basket.
The big TV opposite the end of her bed was still switched on with the sound muted from last night she realised. The TV served a dual purpose; in addition to its normal use she could use it to monitor her aerobics routines 'live' via a remote mounted camcorder. She turned the TV off and quickly inspected the results of her tidying. Without a Hoover and duster it was as good as it was ever likely to be, she decided. Sophie turned on the small bedside lights and then switched the main room lights off. The character of the room had changed from tip to a girly purple and lilac boudoir.
'Not bad', she thought to herself, 'not bad at all.'
She checked out the fully equipped en-suite bathroom this she found to be near perfect as she expected them to be. She took fresh soap and towels from the cupboards and set them in place. A quick spray into the air of the perfume that Jack seemed to find so irresistible completed her preparations. Sophie returned to the living room to find that Jack had found her collection of Brazilian dance music and whilst most of the titles must have been unfamiliar to him he had found the Antonio Carlos Joabim and Stan Getz album that she cherished, since she likened herself to the original 'Girl from Ipanema'; she wasn't of course, but liked to act the part.
"Do you dance, Jack?" she asked.
"Not as well as you but I can generally get round a dance floor," he replied. "Watch and learn, Jack, watch and learn."
Sophie crossed to the stereo and moved the selection onto 'her music' and as the strains of 'Ipanema' rang out, she stood in front of him and launched into the sexiest version of a bossa-nova he had ever seen.
The normal version is an intensely sensual dance, but Sophie's version added subtleties here and exaggerations there. Her eyes were closed, Her hips swayed so sensually and her hand movements across and around her body indicated that she was a part of the music and the music was a part of her. The fact that she was barefoot just added to the image as she swayed and swivelled her hips, shoulders. This was making love to music.
It was a few years since Jack had done any form of Latin American Dance but he found himself imitating her movements were he sat and when Sophie opened her eyes and beckoned to him, he slipped off his shoes and socks and joined her. He found he was able to blend with the music and follow her every move and Jack found himself wondering what the two of them would look like to an outsider who was not privy to the soul-searching music. As 'Ipanema' continued, he moved closer to Sophie and they finished up alternately hip-to-hip, shoulder-to-shoulder, head to head, but mainly, in Sophie's interpretation, crotch-to-crotch. The music continued into Solitude, another bossa-nova and the simulated sex movements grew more urgent as Sophie and Jack became more turned on. After just a moment's dancing Jack's erection began to become apparent and Sophie ground her pubic bone into his hardness.
She was getting high on the music, and her overtly sexual movements became more exaggerated as she felt herself becoming wet and the inside seam of her tight jeans rubbed against her labia and she ground her crotch into Jack's cock even harder.
The pressure of her pubic bone on his cock was becoming decidedly uncomfortable and he turned Sophie around so that he was behind her and pressed his hardness into her ass cheeks. As hard as he was pressing forward, Sophie was pushing backward. They were, to all intents and purposes, not so much making love, as fucking, fully clothed.
The CD came to a close and they broke apart and turned to face each other. For the first time he heard Sophie utter a phrase he was to become very familiar with, simply,
"Now, Jack, NOW!" Jack wanted this first time to be special, to be memorable for its simplicity and sensuousness. Sophie however had other plans. She didn't want to make love, she wanted to be fucked within an inch of her life. Something about the music and the intimate dance they shared had caused a dramatic increase in her sensitivity. She was burning up inside and this all came out as she faced him. Taking Jack's shirt in both hands, she ripped it open, buttons flying all over the room, and pushed it back off his shoulders. She sought out his nipples, squeezing them between her thumbs and forefingers, then biting into his shoulders. She slid her mouth down to his nipples and sucked and bit into them causing Jack to wince from the intense pain that this caused.
She sank to her knees and worked on his belt buckle, desperate to get his fly open, and to get her hands and mouth onto his cock. Jack could do little to help her in this, since she was all over him, biting, sucking, and squeezing, never staying in the same place for more than a moment before moving on. He pulled her up and said,
"Easy Sophie, otherwise this is all going to be over before it starts".
She responded desperately, "Fuck that, Jack, I need your cock, I need to be FUCKED"
"And so you will be Sophie, so you will be, just let me catch up."
Jack unfastened his belt and removed it. Sophie pounced on his fly and yanked down the zip, tugging down his trousers and his boxers before finally getting what she wanted. As she pulled his boxers over his cock it sprang free. Sophie stopped dead in her tracks.
"FUCKING HELL!" she exclaimed, am I responsible for that?; Jesus, Jack you'll split me in half."
"So lets just slow it down a little Sophie," Sophie was standing now, holding Jacks cock in her hand. It was fucking huge. Purple veins rippled its surface and the big vein that ran along the underside was throbbing its intent to cause permanent damage to its recipient.
Jack kicked off his trousers and boxers and then slowly unfastened the remaining buttons on Sophie's blouse and slipped it off her shoulders, revealing her naked breasts in all their glory. Small breasts topped by a deep brown areola and nipples proud and well developed. Tenderly he took her breasts in his hands and slowly massaged them. The nipples responded by becoming even more like dressmakers thimbles. He put his mouth to the left nipple and suckled it, drawing it into his mouth tracing its outline with his tongue. Sophie gripped his cock and wanked it hard and fast.
"Oh Fuck," she gasped "get me out of these jeans, I need this fucker in my cunt now!"
Jack dropped to his knees now and unfastened the waist button of her jeans and slid the zip down and then by hooking his fingers in the waistband carefully unpeeled this second skin from her body.
Sophie refused to let go of Jack's cock and she staggered a little as Jack removed her jeans over her feet. She stood before him now. She was wearing only the sexy little Victoria's Secret thong. Jack hooked his thumbs into the elastic around the waistband and slid them down her stomach and over her pubic area. Her pubic hair had been fashioned into a neatly trimmed narrow strip as befits a true Brazilian, whilst her pussy lips were completely devoid of hair.
He dropped to his knees again and nuzzled his nose between her pussy lips and once again caught the aroma of this well-aroused woman. The effect of this aroma was electrifying to Jack. Urgently he ran the tip of his tongue along her pussy lips, spreading them apart. Sophie reached down now with both hand and held her pussy lips open. The little bud of her clitoris stood proud and Jack slowly stroked the sides of it with his tongue. Her juices were flowing freely and she squirmed as his tongue relentlessly found its mark.
Jack leaned in closer and pushed his rolled tongue into Sophie's sex. She grabbed him by his hair and pulled him in tighter holding his head against her pussy, encouraging him to tongue fuck her until, fighting for breath he had to relax a little. Taking her clit between his lips he sucked on it gently and Sophie screamed at the sensation this brought. Jack did not relent but kept on alternately sucking and then stroking the sides of her clit with his tongue. Sophie's responses to this were as extreme as her earlier actions on undressing Jack, She was shaking, screaming, squirming and bouncing up and down against Jacks tongue as time and again it found the mark. Her juices were flowing like a river as she writhed against him. She felt her insides boiling, taking on a life of their own, rushing her headlong toward orgasm.
At last she could take no more she pulled his head from her pussy and pulled him to his feet. Her hair was dishevelled and she had a wild look in her eyes. This was a full-on latino response. She was a tigress on heat, she screamed,
"FUCK ME, JACK, FUCK ME NOW". Jack rolled her to the floor and with no hesitation plunged his rampant cock into her pussy and pushed in until his balls struck her ass-cheeks. He had never, never known a woman like this, so hot, so demanding, so... FUCKING BEAUTIFUL. He slammed into her, his need as great as hers, Sophie's breath coming in short gasps as his cock continued to pound in and out of her sopping tight pussy. He could feel the contractions beginning to develop in her pussy muscles as her climax approached and again she was screaming,
"FUCK IT, JACK, FUCK IT, FUCK IT, OH FOR GODS SAKE, FUCK ITTTTTTTTT!"
This was beyond fucking; this was truly something else. They were both completely out of control, being driven by their most animal instincts. Sophie's world exploded in a myriad of stars and brightly flashing lights and she was so far out of it that she failed to register Jacks own climax which was just as violent as her own. He felt his cock muscles contracting and felt the cum rising from his balls. His ejaculation seemed to go on and on as he came with a bellow,
"OOOHHHH SSSHHHIIITTT!"
Chapter 4
Sophie was the first to recover and found herself on the floor still conjoined to Jack and the memories of the joint rape came flooding back. Yes, she thought, consensual rape if there was such a thing. She raped him, he raped her, each having given their approval by their actions.
No man had ever had that effect on her. She remembered ripping off Jack's shirt and biting his....Biting? She looked at jack's chest, four teeth marks symmetrically surrounded his left nipple and a trickle of dried blood....
'Oh, fuck Jack, that must have hurt"
....More bite marks in his shoulders. Sophie disengaged from Jack and leaned back checking to see whatever else she may have done. Long deep scratches down his back and deep nail shaped cuts on his butt and his thighs.
'Oh, Shit...." Jacks cum was leaking from her pussy and running down her thighs and she realised the enormity of what they had done. After so carefully guiding him along the path she wanted him to take, she had left him scarred. This had never been in her plan. This was supposed to have been a controlled seduction. She kneeled astride him and gently leaned forward and kissed him and as he opened his eyes she kissed him again. She was aware that his cum was now trickling from her and down onto his stomach. He smiled at her and propped himself on his forearms.
"Hi" was all he said.
"Hi, yourself", Sophie replied.
Jack then saw the small trail of dried blood on his chest and looked up, smiling broadly at Sophie.
"Somethin' else, huh. That was bordering on criminal assault, you know, I might just have to talk to my lawyers." Sophie smiled back, grabbed Jack's now recovering cock and said,
"Just try it, buster, and I'll sue for assault with a deadly weapon!"
He shuffled backward so that she was kneeling astride his thighs and then sat up and put his arms around her pulling her closer to him. She slid her arms around his neck and they hung passionately onto one another. As if by mutual consent they drew apart and Sophie stood up, stretched out her arms to Jack and she pulled him up. Standing now, they faced each other, and again slid into each others arms, their naked bodies pressed hard together. They kissed long and hard, Sophie's small, pert breasts pressed into Jack's chest, and his tumescent cock pushed hard against Sophie's pussy lips as if trying to regain entry. Reluctantly they broke apart and she took him by the hand and led him upstairs.
"I'm going to take a shower, Jack, do you want to join me?"
"Just try and stop me."
Sophie led the way to her bedroom, and hand in hand they entered. She removed her hand and went over to the shower and turned on the water, allowing it to run hot and then stepped to her closet and took out a kimono. Jack looked around the bedroom and was impressed with the quality of the décor and the furnishings. The style was minimalistic but so obviously 'Sophie' . A large exercise mat lie between the end of her bed and another wide-screen TV and was that a camcorder on top of the TV?
What was this woman into? A selection of VHS-C camcorder tapes were arranged in a rack alongside and he took a look at the labels. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that these were her own aerobics tapes. "Well, Jack, what are waiting for?" Sophie called, "come on in, the waters fine."
He crossed the room and joined her in the shower. Sophie's bronzed body had taken on a sheen as the water cascaded down on her and again Jack reflected that she was indeed beautiful. Her long black hair hung down over her shoulders reaching almost to her waist covering those delightful breasts. Jack stepped in and took the soap from her and massaged her shoulders. His hands took on more soap and she turned to face him moving her hair from her breasts as he tenderly smoothed his hands over them. Her nipples stood erect, betraying the depth of her arousal. She fought off the desire to respond and just luxuriated in the touch of his hands on her body as they alternately soaped and rinsed and massaged...God, this guy was good...She felt his hands on her stomach ...hips... her ass cheeks... her body responding... She found herself pressing her butt into his hands and bending over to allow him better access.
Jack playfully slapped her on the underside of her ass cheeks and a tremor ran through her body...responding and demanding ...Jack's hands moving around to her pussy... his long slim fingers on her full lips.... teasing and taunting...another tremor....his hands moving on to her thighs.... her knees....her calves....her feet... taking one foot at a time soaping and rinsing...Oh, my God,...sucking on my toes....Jesus, he's fucking brilliant! Another playful slap and Jack saying,
"Your turn Sophie." Sophie in turn took the soap and a sponge taunting and teasing him in the same way the he had, starting at his broad tanned shoulders, carefully tending the long deep scratches that she had inflicted, gently smoothing her small hands across them, and then moving up to his neck muscles, massaging them and stroking the tensions away.
She moved behind him and squeezed a measure of shower-foam into her hands and applied it to her breasts, stomach and thighs before reaching around and placing her slick hands on his chest and nipples and gently pulled him onto her. She slithered her body around on his skin transferring the slippery foam onto Jack's back and his firm butt cheeks. Jack felt again the hardening of his cock as he became aroused by her actions, felt it growing, becoming erect and full as the blood pumped into it. Sophie's hands were circling his nipples and they too responded by stiffening and becoming hard as she attempted to squeeze them between her fingers. He felt her pubic bone pressing into his ass cheeks and gyrating as she sought to relieve the pressure on her pussy.
Jack took her hands from his nipples and moved them down to his cock. She gripped it in both hands and experimentally slid them up and down its length, whilst pushing her cunt into his ass. "Turn around, Jack, please, I want to see him."
Jack turned slowly around to face her. Again she was greatly impressed by his cock, rising up, proud and strong, its veined surface glistening with the shower foam and water.
Sophie carefully wrapped her left hand around its girth at his stomach wall and then the right so as to make a continuous tube of her hands. Only her thumbs and middle fingers actually made contact and his cock's bulbous mushroom head protruded ah inch beyond the end of her 'tunnel.' She looked into Jack's eyes and just shook her head slowly side to side in disbelief.
"Fucking hell, Jack."
"That's what you said last time."
"You had all of that inside me. I just find it impossible to believe. Seriously, I've not had many boy-friends, my career always came first but this....this is....just fucking superb." She took the showerhead from its socket in the wall and played the water over his cock and his balls, moving the jets of water to his ass, removing the shower foam from his skin. She sank to her knees and leaned forward. Taking his cock in her hands and raising it vertically she positioned herself and slid her eager tongue up the length of his shaft until she reached the eye and teased and licked it before repeating the movements again and again. Her saliva combined with his pre-cum and made his cock wonderfully slippery to the touch and she wrapped her hand around its girth and slid her hand up and down its length increasing the grip and the speed of the movement before once again sliding her tongue along its length from the tip to his balls. Her left hand slid between his legs and he felt her nails gently scratching his perineum, driving him onward and upwards.
Jack felt another upstroke commence and heard Sophie's intake of breath as she reached the head. This time however she rolled her tongue over its head in a full circle and opened her mouth wide and strained to take him in her mouth. Her jaws relaxed and she managed to get the mushroom head past her teeth and into her mouth and she moved her head slowly forward, taking more of him in until it was almost touching the back of her throat she pulled her head back until the head came into contact with teeth again. She massaged the head with her tongue circling it around and around. As her jaws relaxed further she was able to slide her mouth up and down its length, sucking him gently then harder as she slowly fucked his cock with her mouth and in turn, permitted his cock to fuck her mouth. Jack felt the slow mouth action on his cock building up and his heart rate increasing as her hands worked to keep the sliding action going, he was sweating profusely, fighting to stop himself cumming. She was scratching his balls with her fingernails, drifting occasionally to rake across his ass-cheek ands Jack knew that he couldn't take much more and slowly withdrew from her mouth and pulled Sophie to her feet. His cock, now free again, sought out Sophie's hot pussy and she clamped her upper thighs around it. Jack took the showerhead and gave and rinsed Sophie's and his own bodies before reaching over and turning off the water. Grabbing a couple of towels, he passed one to Sophie and they dried each other. "There is new toothbrush in the cabinet, Jack, help yourself, there's toothpaste too," said Sophie. Now standing beside each other they brushed their teeth, looking at each other and giggling like a couple of young kids. "Jack, I could do with some private time, please, would you be a love and bring us up some ice water from the fridge, take your time".
Realising the implications of her request, Jack kissed her lightly on the cheek and left the bedroom, to give her the privacy she needed. Nature was calling for him as well and so he stopped off at the guest bathroom.
Chapter 5
Jack came out of the bathroom and went down the stairs to the darkened kitchen and the fridge. He poured a jug of ice-water and took a couple of glasses from a cupboard. He shook his head in total disbelief as he re-ran the events of the day.
"What a day, what a day, he murmured to himself." He nearly dropped the jug when a small voice behind him said,
"It isn't over yet, Jack, I hope it will never be over, take me to bed."
He turned and saw the vision that was Sophie, standing in the doorway, legs apart and her right arm stretched out as a prop against the door frame. She was naked against the back lighting from the hall as she came toward him and again took him by the hand and led him upstairs. The bedroom was dimly lit, the lighting on the bedside dimmed down to a level which added to the romantic feel. The subtle tang of her perfume hung in the air. Sophie led Jack to her bed and threw back the duvet cover and rolled to the centre laying back with her arms outstretched,
"Come here, lover," Sophie's voice had become husky.
Jack came to her side and lay down beside her. He rolled into her arms and they lay face to face, he on his left side, she on her right. They kissed tenderly, their tongues exploring, probing, and taunting. His hands moved to her face and his fingers stroked her cheeks and the sides of her neck. He felt the tremors that this caused as she shuddered and shivered.
Goose bumps appeared down her left side and she giggled nervously as he noticed the effect that the attention to her neck was causing. Her breast too was affected and the nipple became fully aroused, standing erect again. His right hand moved to cover her breast and he stroked and massaged it, before sliding down to the deep brown areola, and looping his tongue around the hardened point of her nipple, taking it between his lips and suckling on it. Sophie felt herself becoming hot, messages being urgently relayed from her nipple to her clitoris and her pussy becoming damp and lubricated. Her hand found its way to Jack's right nipple and she ran the palm of hand across it, circling its hardening point. Sophie heard Jack's sharp gasp and she remembered the bruising around it that she had seen earlier and relented, moved her hand to his back and pulled him in closer, allowing her hand to slide to his ass-cheeks and kneading the flesh of the well-defined muscles. She felt his strong erection between her legs and opened her thighs, feeling her pussy lips opening and her clitoris emerging from its covering. His cock was probing at the entrance to her pussy and she took hold of it, using it as a dildo on her swollen sex, stroking it along the sides of her clitoris, causing her juices to flow. She repositioned herself slightly as Jack kissed her fully and urgently on her lips and again he heard her say,
"Now, Jack, now". Still side-to-side he pushed his cock to her inner lips, and then pushed harder to allow his entry. Sophie raised her left leg and looped it over his hip as she found herself being invaded by his big demanding cock. He slid in slowly and deeply until she was accommodating his full length and could feel his balls on her ass. Having established his entry he now stopped as her pussy muscles expanded and contracted around its girth. She was filled, stretched and moaned her approval. She pushed hard against him as if trying to accommodate his balls as well. Jack withdrew almost to the point of disengagement and again pushed forward, filling her again. He began a slow thrusting into her pussy and she felt her insides melting again, her arousal driving her forward, wanting more depth, more penetration, more speed. Sophie moved her hips in antiphase to Jack, allowing her to adjust their lovemaking to her needs. She felt the contractions boiling up within her, her clitoris going into spasms as she writhed and moaned beside him. Jack sensing the urgency of her needs increased his thrusting, pushing his cock in hard and fast, his own needs rising and driving him on. He felt the muscles of her pussy contracting around his cock, squeezing and sucking as she flew headlong towards orgasm. She heard her voice urging him on, encouraging him to finish and felt his cock pulsing hard within her as he to fell to his climax spurting his hot cum into her. Jack's explosion pushed her over the edge as her own orgasm overtook her, like waves crashing onto rocks. They lay still allowing their passion to subside slowly before disengaging and falling asleep satiated, spent and exhausted...
Part 3 Togetherness
Chapter 1 The next day, Saturday 8 am
Jack awoke with a start, finding himself alone in Sophie's bed. The smell of fresh coffee and hot rolls drifted up from the kitchen. He stretched, got up and crossed to the shower, scuffing his hand around his chin and realised that he needed a shave badly, but that would have to wait until later. After showering and whilst towelling off he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Apart from the beard and a few persistent scratches and bruises he was genuinely pleased with what he saw. He pulled on a bathrobe as he heard Sophie coming up the stairs.
"Good morning sir, room service, sir. Will sir be taking breakfast this morning?"
Sophie walked into the bedroom carrying a tray laden with coffee, rolls, boiled eggs, meats and a pack of OJ. She put the tray down on the night table beside Jack and poured out two cups of coffee and sat beside him on the edge of the bed.
Sophie looked a picture of health. Wearing only a man's shirt, unbuttoned to the waist, her long hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she wore only a little make-up. As she ate Jack kept getting a tantalising glimpse of her left breast and nipple as she leaned forward. This and her long, dusky-skinned legs and bare feet made her look incredibly sexy, he thought.
After a second coffee Sophie put down her cup.
"You need a shave, " she said, "I can't stand stubble, it's scratchy and horrible."
She crossed to the shower room and took a new razor from the cabinet and picked out a can of shaving gel.
"Daddy insisted that we always keep a spare razor in the house, just in case" she said. The shave gel is mine however, if you don't mind using that."
Jack thanked her, took the razor and gel into the en-suite and shaved as Sophie collected the breakfast things and took them down to the kitchen.
When Sophie returned she stood looking out of the window. The strong morning sunlight shone through the thin material of the shirt and outlined her dancer's lithe body.
"Jack," she asked, "do you have to go into work today? If you do, can I get a ride with you to the studio, there are a couple of things I need to pick up?"
"That's no problem, I probably should drop by the office and check that nothing major has cropped up", replied Jack.
"There is one thing though that I must ask you." He took a deep breath, knowing that the answer to his question would be one of the turning points in his life. "Sophie, do you want me to stay tonight?"
"Tonight, and tomorrow night and every night for the next twenty years, Jack" she answered, "After that we'll just have to see. I was absolutely serious about what I said last night, but I'm so glad you asked me again. Thank you."
She was still standing by the window and he went to her. Standing behind her, he circled her waist with his arms and pulled her to him. He turned her around and kissed her. The kiss was returned with passion, stirring again their lustful feelings.
Jack felt his cock becoming erect and pushing its way through the bathrobe. Sophie must have felt it as well. She pulled away from Jack and tugged at the belt on the bathrobe and as it opened, grasped his hard cock and moved to position it between her thighs. Jack unfastened the remaining three buttons of the shirt and it too fell open. Jack's hands moved to her breasts and caressed and stroked them. Her nipples were standing proud and stiff as she became aroused. He stooped to kiss the hard little points and felt her tremble as they sent their urgent messages. He could feel that Sophie was wet, her pussy releasing the juices they needed to permit his entry.
She turned and faced the window and bent forward from the hips allowing Jack to see the full glory of her hot wet cunt. She leaned even further forward and Jack positioned himself and slowly pushed his way into her pussy. He sank his cock in slowly and deeply then slowly withdrew it until only the head was inside, before pushing back in again, teasing and taunting her pussy and driving Sophie to distraction.
She began an opposition movement to his, pushing herself hard onto his cock as he pushed in, becoming more demanding as her frustrations grew and her sensitivity increased. She felt the slow, teasing strokes and then, Jack pushed in hard, plunging his full hard cock deep into her, taking her breath away with its force. This was followed by yet more deep hard and fast strokes, before Jack relented and went back to the almost gentle teasing strokes. Then, again, he pushed in hard fast and deep, once more leaving her breathless.
The build up was fantastic; the teasing, taunting strokes, followed by the hard fast and deep strokes that took her to the edge but not quite over. She was now desperate for release, her pussy juices flowing like a leaking tap.
"Go for it, Jack", she implored him "Pleeeeeeaaaaassse."
A thousand stars exploded before her and brilliant lights flashed as his thrusting took her to the edge and over this time, her world disappearing in a flood of total ecstasy. Jack's cock throbbed and pumped inside her, pushing at her g-spot and clitoris as he too erupted, his hot cum like volcanic lava, hot and devastating.
Part 3.
Chapter 2
Two hours later, they were showered and dressed ready to go. Sophie wore a loose, knee length summer skirt and a burgundy blouse set off with a pair of strappy, high-heeled sandals. Around her neck she wore a single gold chain with a locket. She looked devastatingly sexy, Jack thought. She picked up her sports bag from the kitchen, locked up the house and they went out to the car.
Jack gave Sophie the keys to the big Citroen and said,
"You had quite a scare yesterday, I think you should jump straight back in the saddle and get your confidence back."
She nervously took the keys from him and sat in the drivers seat. She found the electric controls for the seat and adjusted it to a good position. It was a much bigger car than she was used to, the MGB quite tiny in comparison. She felt a little wary about driving it and told Jack. He said, that once she actually started driving he thought she would be fine.
'At least it was an automatic', she thought, 'that's one less thing to worry about'.
Jack sat in the front passenger seat and gave Sophie a quick rundown on the controls. From where she was sitting, she could see the front edge of the hood and in that respect her perspective was the same as her MG.
"Come on then, Sophie, lets go,"
Jack encouraged her as she engaged Drive and released the brakes.
The Citroen's 3-litre engine quickly powered the car down the track towards the main road. At one point on the track asked Sophie to stop. She watched as he got out of the car and picked something up and put it in the trunk. She asked why had they stopped and Jack told her about the horseshoe and how he suspected that it was probably responsible for her blow out yesterday.
At the end of the track they turned left, southbound toward the City. Sophie decided she liked driving Jack's car, it was big, aggressive, purposeful and inspired confidence.
After 20 miles they were approaching the junction where only yesterday she and Jack had collided. Jack asked her to take a right turn of the highway onto the off ramp that would lead them to the Amhurst district where Jack's house was situated. He gave her specific directions and after a few minutes they pulled up outside of a large detached house. An elderly man was tidying away grass trimmings from the well-tended garden as they turned onto the driveway.
"Good Morning, Jack," the man called as they got out of the car.
"Hello Keith," he replied, "I'd like you to meet Sophie, you could be seeing quite a lot of her in the future".
Sophie turned on her brightest smile as she went to shake hands with Keith.
Jack explained that Keith was a near neighbour whom Jack employed to generally tend the gardens and keep an eye on the house when he was away. Keith was clearly thrilled to meet Sophie and said to Jack,
"Does this mean that the old Jack we all knew and loved is coming back and the grumpy old sod is moving out?"
Jack confirmed that this would probably be the case and he apologised for any bad feelings that may have developed since his wife's death. He left Sophie and Jack talking and went into the house and put a few clothes into a case, changed into a sweatshirt and jeans and collected his own razor and toiletries from the bathroom. He came back downstairs to find that Sophie had found the kitchen and was busying herself making coffee for the three of them. They sat in the kitchen for half an hour or so as Jack and Sophie related the events of the previous morning, the accident and so on, then Keith excused himself and left.
Jack showed Sophie around the house and gardens then he locked up and they returned to the car. Jack put his case in the trunk. She reversed the car out of the drive and they made their way back to the highway, joining it at the same point at which the accident had occurred. She had a feel for the car now, and drove confidently to the studio where she parked up and opened up the studio, switching the alarm system to 'standby' as she entered.
"Come in Jack, Welcome to the Torture Garden," she said. "This is were it all happens, most of the stage shows in western Canada are rehearsed here in my studio, and I have one of the best aerobics centres in the world right here." The sound system is the latest and is the same as is used in all the best theatres".
Jack looked around as she went out into the office. The whole set up was very well appointed. The equipment was the best available anywhere in the world. There was an Accident and First Aid Centre again very well appointed. He continued to explore and found the showers and changing rooms. He leaned down and picked up a very short crop-top and a pair of shorts from the floor, recognising them as being those which Sophie had been wearing yesterday morning.
Sophie crept up behind him and took them out of his hands, stuffing them into her sports bag, a slightly embarrassed look on her face as she remembered what happened in that shower yesterday. 'I guessed right about that cock of his', she thought and blushed.
"Come on then, I'm all done here," she said.
She reset the alarm and locked up. She looked out the front of the building and felt a warm glow of pride in what she had achieved, not only with the business, but in finding the one man she thought could complete her life.
Jack asked Sophie for the car keys and said that he had better drive since they would have to go through the security screen out at the airport and whilst the regular guys knew Jack and the car, they didn't yet know Sophie.
They drove back out to the highway and took the next off ramp onto a route that would bypass the city centre and its attendant traffic problems. The airport was located at the southern end of the bypass and it took only a matter of minutes before they turned into the main airport entrance. They drove past the terminal buildings to a security gate some 800 yards further on. As he approached the gate, he reached between and behind the front seats and pulled out an amber beacon, which he stuck out on the roof through the open sunroof. He plugged it into a socket on the dash and then turned on a small radio that Sophie hadn't noticed previously. All kinds of Air traffic signals seemed to be coming in at once.
Jack pulled up at the security gate and found it manned by two airport policemen. They obviously recognised the car because as they approached the swung the gate open. Jack drove through and then stopped and parked outside the security office.
"You'll have to sign in and get a pass," he explained.
She followed Jack into the office were she was given a form to fill in. Having also shown her social security card she was handed a pass and requested to wear it all the time she was on airport property. Jack thanked the policeman for his help and they went back out to the car. Jack started the engine and then opened the glove box and took out a hand microphone that he plugged into the radio.
He waited for a pause in the hubbub of radio calls and then made a call himself,
"Ground, good afternoon, Roberts mobile is at security four, requesting clearance to the Jet Centre." The answer came back straight away,
"Roberts mobile, ground. you are cleared direct to the Jet Centre. Cross runway 26 at Echo, immediate, there's a seven forty-seven on approach at four miles."
"Roberts mobile, roger, immediate, cross 26 at Echo", Jack acknowledged.
Jack launched the car out of the security gate and on to the taxiway, heading for the end of the runway, As he approached the end of the runway he glanced up in the sky, the landing lights of a Boeing 747 were visible at about two miles range. Jack drove across the runway and then slowed down to a moderate speed and continued around the taxiway toward a large single story block with five executive jets parked outside. He pulled off the taxiway and drove round to the main entrance parking in a slot marked 'JPR'.
They sat and watched as the Jumbo landed about 200 yards away, its tyres smoking from the impact and Sophie winced as the thrust reversers kicked in and its four engines thundered up to full power to slow the big jet down.
"Well, Sophie," said Jack as the noise died down, "You've shown me yours, I guess its time that I showed you mine."
Jack showed Sophie around the hangar area then took her over to his office and invited her to make herself at home as he checked through some paperwork. She watched as he signed a couple of official looking forms and checked his diary. She had noticed that the office, whilst a little spartan in some respects, was comfortably furnished. His large mahogany desk was uncluttered and reflected an air of efficiency. A laptop computer that he had turned on was displaying a picture of a business jet circled with the same logo that she had seen on his business card. He made a couple of entries to the journal page, before excusing himself and going back out into the hangar.
"I'll be back in a minute, Sophie I just need to find someone," he said.
When Jack re-entered the office, he wasn't alone. A muscular young man wearing a tailored short-sleeved navy blue shirt, and shorts was with him. Sophie guessed that he was in his mid twenties. Not my type though she decided; too muscular; she liked her men to be tall and slim. Jack introduced them,
"Sophie meet Mac, Mac this is Sophie."
They shook hands and Jack went on to tell Mac that this woman had probably changed his life forever.
"More like the other way around," said Sophie, "Jack almost certainly saved my life yesterday."
She felt at ease with Mac, guessing from his mannerisms and body language that he was probably gay. Sophie recounted the events leading up to the accident and Jack's actions to avert at least a serious injury. The two of them chatted as Jack did whatever it was he had to do and then he interrupted them. He was obviously a little shy about something he wanted to say and eventually said,
"Mac I asked you in because I've given you a rough ride over the last year and I'm surprised to say the least, that you have stuck with me. I guess I went to pieces after Jenny died and frankly I just didn't give a flying fuck for anyone elses feelings. As my foreman you were always the first in the firing line. I want to say sorry and apologise both to you and everyone else."
"I'd like to make it up to you guys if I can, and in the traditional manner. Clear the schedules board for next weekend and I'll set up something at 'Lafayettes' for Saturday evening. Troops and escorts of course."
"Look Jack, there is no need to do this. No one expects it. We all know how close you and Jen were, and we all felt the same. She was one of a kind and...."
Mac stopped in mid sentence as Sophie came up beside Jack and put her arm around his waist and gave him a hug.
"I'm sorry Sophie," said Mac, "Jack's had a rough time lately, but it looks as if he's gonna pull through now though. You just be good to him, he's an okay guy."
Sophie pulled Jack in even tighter,
"I have every intention of giving Jack all the TLC he needs and then some," she said quietly.
She turned and went to the window, wiping a tear from her eyes.
"I'm going to arrange a party anyway," said Jack "so keep next weekend clear if you can. I'll let you know the details later this week; say Tuesday. In the meantime if you need to get a hold of me, I'll be on the cell phone. Now get outta here, Mac, and again thanks for your support. I'll see you on Monday"
As Mac left the office Sophie followed him to the door, and watched as he crossed the hangar. Quietly she closed the door and turned to Jack and put her arms around his neck and kissed him tenderly and deeply. Jack returned her kiss and Sophie said,
"I want you Jack, God, I want you."
Jack gently pushed her away and took a look around the office. He switched off his laptop and stowed it away in a drawer and locked it.
"Come on then," he said "Lets go." They went out to the car and saw Mac looking with some concern at the accident-damaged door panels.
"Jack, would you like me to sort this out for you, its mostly superficial. I could knock it out and give it a blow over tomorrow and you could have it back Monday as good as new."
Jack knew about Macs hectic social life and just said,
"Only if you aren't busy, I'd really appreciate it."
"It's no problem Jack, seriously its no problem at all."
Jack gave him the keys. Mac took them and said something quietly to him that Sophie couldn't make out. A conspiratorial smile hovered around his mouth then Mac got into the Citroen and drove it around to the front of the hangar and parked it inside.
"Sorry Sophie", he said, "it looks as if we'll have to slum it on the way home. Hang on I need to get some keys from the office."
He was gone only a minute and he and Sophie walked around to the back of the hangar. Jack opened the door of a lock up.
Sophie was amazed to see her MGB parked inside with the top down, looking as if it had just left the showroom. Jack handed her the keys,
"I asked Mac and his boys to sort it out for you, it looks as if he has excelled himself"
"But he's only had it a day," said Sophie, unable to believe that this could be the same car.
"We are not a garage said Jack. "We can do things in twenty four hours that would make your hair curl"
Sophie gave him a dirty look and replied,
"I know, Jack, I know. I can feel it curling as we speak." She took his hand and placed it between her legs," Cant you feel it too?"
She looked around and seeing that no-one was around, lifted her skirt and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, slid them off and handed them to Jack who stood open mouthed.
"A little thank you gift," she said.
She climbed into the MG and reversed it out of the lock-up.
"Come on then," she said, "what are you waiting for."
Jack climbed into the passenger seat.
"Before you go madly charging off," he said, "I need to get us clearance to cross the runway. It would be a bit of a waste if we got flattened by a Jumbo jet or some such!"
He took his cell phone from his pocket and called the tower. After a moment or two he told Sophie it was safe to go.
They stopped by the security gate again and Jack suggested that she might like to get the car and herself permanently registered, that way she could drive in without any problems. Sophie climbed out of the car being careful not to expose herself to the eyes of the airport police who were watching her every move.
Ten minutes later she had a new i.d. badge on her windscreen and an airport pass for herself. She thanked the security guards and returned to the car.
Keeping her thighs tightly together she reversed into her seat and then slid her legs around to her normal driving position, with the seat pushed back so that she could drive straight armed, the way her father had taught her. She slipped off her sandals and as the cops opened the gates she floored the accelerator. The MG rocketed away spitting loose gravel from its wheels as she shifted up through the gears, in top and pushing sixty as she passed the passenger terminal, the stereo blasting out Bono and U2's rock anthem, 'Desire.'
The slipstream blasted its way around the car as she wheeled the MG onto the highway northward toward her home in the hills. Sophie's skirt slid up her thighs as the wind caught it and her long legs became more exposed. She took Jacks left hand and placed it on her thigh. She felt Jack's fingers stroking her thigh and realised that Jack was as turned on as she was.
His hand was gently stroking the inside of her thigh and she moved her left foot away from the clutch and placed it on the floor, enabling her to open her thighs a little more. She glanced down and saw that her thighs were completely uncovered, her skirt billowing up around her waist. She could see the dark strip of her pubic hair and squirmed in her seat as Jack's fingers moved upward ever closer to her moistening cunt.
'Fuck it,' she thought, 'I don't give a shit if anyone sees,' and laughed.
Jack was teasing her she realised. His eyes were looking straight ahead, watching the road as he continued to taunt her waiting lips, approaching and receding, never quite reaching the elusive spot that needed immediate attention.
The worn black leather of her seat was becoming slick with her wetness. Still Jack's fingers stopped short of her target. She decided she could wait no longer. Taking Jack's hand she firmly placed it directly over her cunt and forced his middle finger into her soaking wet hole. His finger caressed her clitoris just once and she came, pushing herself firmly down onto his finger so that it filled her. She managed to keep control of the car through all this but her climax made her needs all the greater. She realised that they were only two minutes away from her studio and hurled the car up the next off ramp, hearing the tyres screaming in protest as they negotiated the bends in the road leading into the mall area where the studio was located.
Sophie braked to a standstill outside, leapt out of the car barefoot and grabbed Jacks hand.
"For fuck's sake, Jack, hurry up, I need you, I need that cock, right NOW."
She took the studio keys from her purse and unlocked the door, Jack was right behind her. She paused for only a moment to reset the alarm and lock the door behind them. She stripped off the blouse and slid out of the skirt and stood there naked before him, her hand between her thighs as she kept up the pressure on her cunt, keeping the heavy sensations going. She was so hot, her breath coming in short gasps as she boiled inside, wanting this man NOW. She watched as Jack removed his trainers, his socks, and then his jeans. His cock was huge under his shorts and she gasped again as he took them off. The cock sprang free and stood there massively splendid, ready for her.
She led him through to the first aid room and leapt up onto the narrow bed.
She lay on her back and allowed her legs to drape either side of the firm mattress, her hot pussy fully open and exposed, her clit protruding from its hood like a miniature cock. Jack stood at the bottom of the bed and licked his lips, and leaned forward, his chest supported by the mattress. He sunk his tongue into her wet cunt and skilfully tongue fucked her, sliding it in and out, slowly and deeply, allowing it to gently stroke her proud button.
His hands gently massaged the soft flesh of her breasts, rolling the stiff nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, then slid down to the firmly muscled globes of her ass cheeks.
He lifted her hips from the bed as he continued to suck on her hot hole .She was burning up inside again and knew that she was close to orgasm. She needed his cock, needed him inside her, filling her, stretching her as only his cock could.
She placed her hands under his shoulders and tried to pull him up, but he stayed firmly locked between her thighs, his tongue driving her wild. She felt herself shaking violently now as a whole series of orgasms took her crashing over the edge. She felt her juices flooding from her and only then did Jack pull away. Quickly he moved up onto the bed and plunged his big cock into her sopping cunt.
Sophie screamed as a massive orgasm overtook her, with multi-coloured flashing lights and a roaring in her ears. Jack took her hard and fast. She felt his cock thickening even further and she reached down between their bodies and scratched at his balls, feeling them contract and then pulsing strongly as his cock expanded and then exploded its load of hot cum deep inside her. She was back in the MG but rolling down the side of a mountain, unable to stop, completely out of control; Cumming, cumming, and cumming again.
She shook as tremor after tremor wracked her body. She put her hands around Jacks shoulders and dug her fingernails into his skin as if to keep her balance and have something to hang on to.
Slowly the tremors subsided and her senses returned to normal. When she was sufficiently able to talk she said,
"Fucking hell, Jack, just---fucking hell, that was a real bastard, I completely lost it there, I thought I was dying, I was back in the car, it was yesterday morning and the fucking car just wouldn't stop."
Jack leaned in and kissed her, rolled her onto her side and held her very tight and very close.
Sophie's world returned to reality as she realised that a pool of his cum and her juices had formed between them and she and Jack got up off the narrow bed. Jack took some of the paper towels and mopped up whilst Sophie went through to the changing rooms and turned on the water for the shower.
Sophie entered the shower and allowed the hot water to wash away the sweat and the cum which continued to leak from her cunt. Jack came in and joined her, took a bar of soap and washed her, his gentle hands massaging and stroking her body.
In a flashback she remembered her last time in this shower, just yesterday and felt herself blushing as she re-ran the scene. His imagined hands on her body, stroking, probing, searching out and finding her intimate parts, were the real thing now. She turned and faced Jack and took the soap from him and washed him repeating his movements on her, massaging his chest with her soapy hands, then drifting slowly down to his cock and balls. Cupping his balls with one hand whist stroking and rubbing his cock with the other. She allowed her hand to drift backward from his balls and ran it gently across his ass-hole one finger circling and rimming it. She soaped up her hands again and returned to his ass, this time concentrating on his ass-hole alone. She felt the tight ring of muscle relaxing slightly and pushed gently. Her finger slid into his ass and she worked it in and out feeling it relaxing further. She heard Jack groan as she tried a second finger; then it too slid in. She pushed both fingers in as far as she could and, tilted them forward toward his stomach wall feeling for the harder mound of flesh that would be his prostate. She found it almost immediately and massaged it. The effect on Jack was profound, his cock jerked and he came in her hand, pumping more white ropes of his hot cum into her palm. She continued to finger fuck him until he begged her stop. He kissed her and they washed each other, intimately, thoroughly and gently. Sophie looked in the mirror in the changing room and decided she was looking good, positively glowing in fact. She watched as Jack came up behind her and brushed his long hair. He slapped her playfully on the lower side of her bum and squirmed into his palm.
"Maybe I'd better have my panties back," she said.
"Not a chance," said Jack, "I distinctly remember you saying they were a gift. Besides, I kinda like the idea that the woman on my arm is not wearing underwear. It's kinky but nice, particularly since I have just booked us into that little bistro for dinner."
"But Jack, suppose someone sees? I'd never live it down. I'd never be able to show my face in there again!"
"Well you'll just have to be careful then, wont you,"
Jack's voice seemed to carry a challenge. She realised that in her reply she was going to play straight into his trap, but thought 'what the fuck I'll play along.'
"Okay, then Jack, but understand this, I will get my own back, one way or another I will get you back," she laughingly replied.
"Right, we had better get going then, did you want to walk or drive around there," he asked.
"Lets walk," she said, "but I will need to get my sandals, they are still in the car."
The walk to the car took only a couple of minutes and they were welcomed at the door by the maitre d' who showed them to their table. Jack noticed that Sophie didn't take any alcohol during the meal sticking to Iced water.
"Face it Jack," she said, "if we were stopped they'd have me for driving whilst intoxicated and indecent exposure!"
They took their time over the meal and just chilled out, swapping more details of their past lives. Sophie listened quietly as Jack related the circumstances of his wife's death. Jenny was asthmatic and had woken late one night with an attack that her inhalers failed to counteract. Jack had called emergency and an ambulance had came racing out to their home in Amhurst, but the damage done to her system by her inability to breath was irreparable and despite the desperate efforts of the paramedics, she had died on her way to the hospital, This had only happened a year ago and Sophie could tell that the wounds went very deep. She vowed silently to try to heal those wounds as she remembered the hurt of her parents' deaths. Her Mother had died of a massive stroke whilst she was trying some new routines in their studio at home when Sophie was fourteen and her father had died in an air crash in England twelve years later.
Sophie and Jack finished their meal in silence each thinking of their own and each other's loss. Jack paid the bill and they left and went back to the car. Sophie drove carefully home to her house in the hills, Jacks hand on her knee, and occasionally reaching out to take her hand and kiss it.
When they got home they had a drink and switched on the TV for a while, before going to bed. They made love, gently and tenderly, not striving for orgasm, but as a means of being just as close as two people can be. They slept, still joined, through to the morning.
*To be continued....* |
Still the One Ch. 03 | 6,444 | 4.51 | 859,996 | [
"hickey",
"she returned",
"passion"
] | *A/N: Sorry it has taken me so long to get this out. I am in school, and I have a child to raise. I hope you enjoy this one.*
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His car smelled just as good as he did, like smooth, rich leather—a new car smell. "How long have you had this?"
"Oh, not long. I had it shipped in about a month ago. You like it?"
"It's beautiful."
"Like you." He put his hand over hers and kept it there for what seemed to be minutes, but was only seconds. The thing was, she didn't want him to move it. His skin felt good on hers and she liked it—a lot. He took a deep breath. "We'd better get going before I get us in trouble. We're all alone here and I could get us in a lot of trouble, Bev—you know how crazy I am."
The way he said that made her want to say, forget the park. Let's get naked. Then she actually did say it, and didn't even realize it at first. She was so taken by how fine and gentle he'd become.
That took him by surprise. "I thought I'd never hear you say that to me." He brought her hand to his mouth and started sucking her fingers, every single one of them, nice and slow. Ethan excited her like no man ever had before, especially considering her marriage and dates with Pleistocene men. He was so different. What he was doing to her fingers put her in a trance. She took her other hand and caressed his cheek. Before long, her fingernails were tracing a line down his perfect nose to his lip line. All along, her quivering voice was saying his name over and over again. "I can't believe I didn't recognize you at first, Ethan."
"Maybe I've changed."
"No, you're still gorgeous."
"You thought I was gorgeous?"
"By the time you were in your teens, yeah. But I'd never have told you that. I should have recognized you, though. Do you remember those staring contests we used to have? I knew every inch of your face, right down to those small freckles on your cheeks."
"Sure I remember and I never lost."
"I wonder why that was. Better control than me?"
"It was because I couldn't take my eyes from you, Beverly. I still can't. I know every part of your beautiful face, and it's even more beautiful every time I look at you."
He placed her fingers on his chest. His urgent movements beckoned her fingers to work those buttons. She couldn't wait to unleash him. His body heat was radiating through his silk shirt already, and she could feel how finely chiseled his chest was; she couldn't wait to see it, taste it. Ethan, Ethan, Ethan. She was drowning in him.
She pulled back the unbuttoned shirt and raked her nails gently up and down his chest. "You aren't cold, are you?"
"I've never been hotter."
That was just fine because her lips went right to his erect nipples. Nothing had ever tasted that wickedly fantastic to her. The warm intensity of her tongue made him tense with each lick, and she made sure to leave lavish wet streaks across his beautiful bronze chest. He was smooth and wet, like human honey.
He let the seat back and placed her hand over his erection, rocking it up and down with such friction, watching Beverly as she stared into his incredibly handsome face.
"Ethan, let me—let me experience you."
"It's right here for you, sugar. It belongs to you, always did."
It was so hard and thick, practically touching his stomach. She really got to work on him after feeling all of that. Tender tongue massages continued to lap his chest while her fingers played with his navel and zipper, inching it down. It was practically splitting apart from the size of him, and when she reached in, she pulled it out—all of it, all nine inches. The man was packing!
Ethan barely pulled away, needing to ask a question that needed an immediate answer. "Have you really thought of me before now?"
She toyed with his lower lip, saying, "Every once in a while, but I never expected this." He wanted to say something, but her fingers covered his mouth.
"We can talk later. Now, we make love." The decadence ensued as her tongue moved way down his chest, tickled his navel with sweet torture. Moments later she was experiencing what she knew he owned, taking what she knew was her destiny. She heard the click of the seat reclining, smiled in complete satisfaction, and then went all the way live on him. The very minute her lips made contact with his tip; she knew he'd be a habit, much harder to break than smoking or chocolate.
Her lips covered him, getting almost all of him in, and slowly moved up and down, giving him the pleasure he deserved, the pleasure she yearned for. He'd waited so long, and it had been so unnecessary. Had he just found her sooner, her lonely life would have been so complete. That was then, and this was now. Ethan, Ethan—what a man, and what a world he was in.
Beverly could hear his sexy voice just about howling, fogging up the windows. Man, he even tasted like heaven and she wondered then how good he'd feel inside of her. The very thought made her want to slide out of everything she had on.
He was thinking the same thing. His hand slid up her skirt, feasting on the feel of her silk hip panties, relishing in the moisture her body emitted, knowing for damn sure what was to come. There was no stopping those two long fingers. He continued prodding, poking, pleasing her, taking her to that point, that magical point they could both share in with quivering waves of unbridled ecstasy. He was pleasing her in every possible way. His low voice murmured, "God, I knew you were wet and juicy like this."
"Then don't stop," she breathed.
He played her insides so expertly she could hear his fingers making contact with her nectar, a sound so incredible she did come by the sound alone. Her muscles gripped his fingers and held on tight. The deeper he went into her, the more her tongue circled the underside of his erection. She moaned, "Ethan, take me there. Take me there."
He slowly moved his fingers out and took her face into his hands. "Your place or mine? I've gotta have you, Bev. I am so losing it over you."
"Right here, right now." No words; he just followed her command. He faced her, slid off her jacket, then the blouse and bra, kissing each nipple and circling them with a slow, wet tongue...driving her to drink, but from his well only. He licked and sucked them so hard that she thought she was going to lose her mind. Then she wriggled out of her panties somehow.
Within seconds, the seat was reclined to its lowest position, exactly the position Ethan ached for, and he slid her onto his erection. Her core contracted around him, and it felt out of this world. He filled her inch by glorious inch as they wrapped their tongues around one another's. He kissed so sensually, lapping her into a frenzy while blowing the bottom out of her tenderness. He was rocking her so hard the car was bouncing.
Beverly thought the guy was going to have to get new shocks for the car the next day. He didn't look like he cared and neither did she. Hell, she'd be happy to buy the shocks for him.
Her fingers twisted around the strands of his hair while his strong arms held on to her. She could feel those tight muscles. He was strong enough to hold her forever, and she loved it. She never wanted to let him go. The more he pounded into her, the more she was pulled toward the ultimate release, a sexual vortex. It was as though she were racing into oblivion, but she wanted to make it last. Beverly held on for as long as possible, giving him all he needed. But the feeling was too hard to subdue—that wonderfully insane tension was draining her, making her want to come with this man like never before. When his rocking motion spread her like an eagle's wings, she let go, rode the wave, and never looked back.
He stared at her as her orgasm showed upon her face. The sight of watching her in that tremendous moment almost left him speechless, other than what had to be said. "You're so beautiful. You're so incredibly gorgeous, and I love every part of you. Always have—ohhh—" At that, he came, spilling all of God's rain into her tight spot. He pumped so much cum into her small body it flowed from her.
She screamed in excitement again, rocked by another orgasm simply from watching him. She thought she was going to break his windows, having never wailed on a guy like that before.
When they finished, she looked into his flushed brown face and kissed him again. Her body was still twitching and squirming because of him, and it felt so good. He was still inside her, slowly pumping, getting the last bit of sex before they both collapsed. He rubbed his hands up and down her back. "Let me take you home with me tonight, every night for the rest of our lives. I've waited long enough now, Beverly. I have to have you."
She didn't reply right away, just looked for her clothes, slowly coming back to reality. "What about your daughter?"
"She can stay with her mother a little longer. You'll love Danica."
"I can't wait to meet her." She straightened in his lap and looked at him seriously. "I hope I wasn't too forward tonight. Should I have waited?"
He brushed the hair from her face and smiled. "Too forward! Baby, I've waited my entire life for you. No, you were right on time; don't ever think otherwise."
Beverly kissed the tip of his nose. "We'd better go. I want more of you, but in a bed where I can see everything, and on a night where we can be totally alone without you having to rush back. You promised Danica, so you should go to her."
"Can you wait another night? Because I know it'll be damn hard for me."
"Of course I can. Your child comes first." She sat down and helped him put all the goodies back in order, both his and hers. She began to get dressed, an awkward process inside a car, smiling to herself. Ethan had gotten her clothes off a lot faster than she could get them on. "How's Debbie doing? I haven't seen her in ages."
"Great. She and Ward live in Nevada with their five kids."
"Five kids? Wow! Why aren't you in Nevada with them?"
"I wanted to stay here."
"Was it worth the wait?"
"After what we just did, what do you think?"
"I think I've been missing out on something really wonderful, and that includes the man himself, not just the body. It proves that silly baby brothers grow into sensual smart men."
She finished buttoning her blouse as Ethan watched. She could feel his eyes scanning her, watching every move. "You really have a flame for me, don't you?"
"More like a five-alarm fire."
"Is Ward still head-over-heels in love with Debbie?"
"Those two make out whenever they get a chance. Of course, who's to say I won't do the same with you?"
"Then Debbie must still be the knockout she was before."
"She's still pretty and tall, but she has gained thirty pounds. She says getting pregnant will do that."
"I guess so, after five kids."
Ethan kissed her hand. "You ever thought about having your own little angels?"
"I used to think about it, but the marriage was all wrong. I unfortunately married a man whose grandfather created the revolving door."
"What?"
"I'm serious. BJ's grandfather Willis created the first working revolving door, and the talent stayed in the family, apparently. BJ turned the door of my house into just that, a revolving door. Bitches galore were flying in and out of there, spinning that door so fast it even made his head spin."
"Didn't he see that he had the best thing in town?"
"I was good to him, really good. Probably too good."
Ethan turned her face to meet his, their lips barely apart. "You can be good to me, and believe me I'll more than appreciate it."
Beverly felt her insides warming again as he kissed the corners of her mouth in tiny nibbles. "Ummm, Ethan, we'd better stop before we end up in bed."
"That's my plan, girl. That sweet nectar you gave me just a little while ago can't sustain me for long. I've waited my life for you, and nothing but all of you will suffice. I'm hooked, have been for years, and now that I've truly tasted the forbidden fruit—well, if you thought I was a pest back in the day, you haven't really seen anything yet."
What she saw in his eyes was total sincerity, unlike the other men she'd been with, Ethan kept it real. For tonight, she told herself, not quite willing to believe it could be forever. She had to think this through.
"Ethan, I would love to spend more time with you, but I know you have to get Danica."
"You would love to spend more time with me?"
"Amazing, but true."
Ethan laughed. "If I keep hanging with you, I'll go plum mad from desire. However, you're right. I did promise my baby...that is, my little baby...that she could spend time with Dad before her grandma takes her from me tomorrow."
"So, who's your 'big baby'?" Pretending as if she hadn't a clue.
"You! Is that what you wanted to hear?"
She rolled her eyes and then looked at him. "Yes, actually. I can't believe this. I'm here with Ethan, making love, wanting to make more love, and enjoying every part of you."
He cranked the engine. "Get used to it. I plan to hang around forever."
They turned into the parking lot of Stuart's Pharmacy, and Ethan kissed her again, hating to let her go, itching to get back into her love as soon as he could. "You know I'm trailing you home, Beverly. It's late, and I wouldn't want anything happening to you now that I really have you."
"You don't have to. I get home by myself every night."
"Not now that I'm in the picture. Give me your number so I can call and kiss you good night with loving words."
She scribbled on the back of a business card. "I'll put the phone in bed with me."
"I'd rather it was me."
"I don't think you have to worry about that."
Ethan opened her car door and secured her inside before he returned to his car. When she drove off, he sat there shaking his head, thanking God again that he had found her—and wondering what would happen next. Being with Beverly made him think of down home, blue-lights-in-the-basement parties, and slow dancing...very slow dancing. It also made him think of the downright dirty lyrics that James Brown screamed into the mic. He turned on his CD player and selected number eighteen. Automatically, James screamed out, "Please, Please, Please," his second favorite song by the famous artist, second only to "Papa's Got a Brand New Bag." Yes, Ethan knew he had a brand-new bag, and it came in the form of a five-foot-seven inch, dark brown-haired beauty named Beverly.
There were no James Brown tunes in Beverly's head, but there was an incredible feeling in her heart...and in her body. The thought of Ethan's lips covering hers made the churning in her core almost unbearable. Remembering how Ethan's hands had slid between her thighs, making her sex so super-hot made her twist and turn in her bed. Never in a million years did she think the likes of Ethan Jacobs would turn her body into a quivering mass ready to detonate at his very command. After two years of nonstop work to establish her pharmacies, she was ready to experience life again.
Her evening with him had been way too short. Ethan, coming back to her out of the blue, was everything she wanted a man to be: attentive, sweet, and handsome as the dickens. He took sex to an entirely new level. Fantasizing his body swiftly in and out of hers made her react, react to the point that her fingers moved to her still-moist core, feeling where he had played until his satisfaction erupted all over her. Her tempo increased, making her fingers slide between her wet folds with almost as much precision as his. Sexual satisfaction was but seconds away, and her mind's eye could only conceive of one thing; Ethan's bare chest, and how his tight, hard nipples felt against her tongue. A sweet sensation exploded inside her as she imagined Ethan hovering over her, pumping inch after inch of his hot, stiff cock into her. In her mind, she could see herself reaching for and smoothing his raging shaft, guiding it deeper into her, pumping her, teasing her, heaving up and down as he thrilled every part of her.
Her body jerked, and her soft, smooth voice called to a man who was only there in memory—but what a memory he was. The sheets fell from the bed; her legs parted farther and farther as her make-believe lover turned her out. She felt like the freak of the week, and for once, was glad to have that daunting title.
When she returned to herself, she looked around the room in a haze. The moon shone brightly into her window, casting eerie shadows of a nearby tree. Her gown was bunched between her thighs, and she knew her hair was a fright, but the dream was well worth it. Was that what it was, a damn dream? Was Ethan simply a dream? If so, why him?
She bounced from bed and looked into her mirror. The hickey he'd given her was still on the side of her neck. It looked sexy for some reason, and she delicately rubbed it, making sure it was really there instead of something manufactured by an overactive mind. She smiled at the tender bruise, liking the fact that it was real and that he had given it with such passion.
She returned to her bed and pulled the scattered covers above her still-heaving chest. Within minutes Beverly slipped into sleep with one thing on her mind—seeing Ethan again the next night.
There are two more parts left, and I hope you enjoy this story. I appreciate your patience with me. |
Stockholm Syndrome Ch. 04-07 | 8,342 | 4.78 | 765,171 | [] | CHAPTER FOUR
The rest of dinner went smoothly, and the conversation was even better. It was either because I was feeling more comfortable with him or the three glasses of wine (which Alex had poured without asking me) had done the trick. I teased him a little, asked if he was trying to get me drunk. He never denied it.
I hadn't immediately realized that the light Alex was slowly being bathed in was the sun going down behind me. His face was absolutely glowing, softer, and if it were possible he appeared even more better looking.
When Fredrik returned he asked how everything was, and if we wanted dessert. "Alex, do they have anything with cloudberry?"
Before he could answer, Fredrik turned his attention to me. "You must try Hjortronparfait." I didn't get the first part of the word, but I understood parfait very well. "Two layers of yellow cake with cloudberry preserves, topped with cloudberry liqueur with a ... er, um, scoop of vanilla ice cream."
I thought, no more alcohol, please! "Alex, did you want something else or would you like to split it with me?"
"That sounds good," he replied, but his terse tone was back.
"Can I get some coffee, too?" I asked Alex.
He grinned. "Of course, you light-weight."
"You won't be disappointed. I'll be right back with your desserts and coffees." Fredrik left with our empty plates.
I hadn't taken my eyes off of Alex, and his eyebrows furled. I ignored it. "I've been trying to sample all the native foods while I've been up here. Cloudberry is the only one I haven't tried. I could have—" He sat there pouting, sipping his beer. "What's wrong?" I asked, though I thought I knew what it was.
"I don't remember asking for coffee," he spurted.
I sat there for a second, shocked. "Alex, seriously. There's no need to be jealous."
"I'm not." He finished his fourth beer.
I did the only thing I could think of to get him off his high horse and make him stop acting like a jerk. I reached over and covered his hand with mine. Leaning in, I whispered, smiling reassuringly, "Alex, he's not the one I'm leaving with." I impressed even myself with that comment.
His eyes shot to mine, and he stared at me for the longest time. Instantly I grew uncomfortable and took my hand away. "Sorry. You're right," he said genuinely, his warm smile slowly returning. "Did you just come up with that?"
"No. I heard it in a movie once." He laughed and seemed to calm down. "I didn't think you Virgos were the jealous type. That's us Scorpios."
"Please don't tell me you're into that psychic shit."
"I'm into that psychic shit. I do palm reading and tarot cards, too, just for fun." It took a second for him to smile. "Did I lose a brownie point?"
"Yes, you did."
"Damn," I giggled.
Fredrik came with dessert and the coffees. The parfait was good but a little more tart than I thought it would be. Finally it was time to leave, and thankfully Alex behaved himself, and did indeed tip Fredrik. "Wait, I want to show you something," he said as he pulled out my chair.
I followed him to a deck just outside the restaurant, where I immediately noticed the sun setting behind the buildings across from us. We were immersed in sunlight, but it wasn't too bright not to appreciate the view. The sky above the huge ball of the sun went from red to orange to yellow then to a faint light blue. "Wow. I can't believe how different the sunsets are in different parts up here."
"Yeah, the view is amazing." I noticed he was looking at me when he said that. Turning back to the sky he added, "I was hoping we'd be out of here in time for you to see this." Just then another couple came on the deck, and Alex moved closer to me. "You're shivering, with the wind up here. Do you need the shawl?"
I highly doubted it was the cold that made me shiver, considering it wasn't cold at all. Peering endlessly up at him, I replied, "No, thanks. You're keeping me safe and warm." At that moment I knew I'd had enough to drink for the night.
He grinned almost shyly. I was surprised he was jealous, but more surprised how shy he was in not being able to accept a compliment. He put his elbows on the railing and bent over a little. "There's this place I like to go that has the most astounding sunsets. I've been going there since I was a kid."
I wanted to ask him to take me there the following night, but I had to keep in mind that that moment, the next couple of hours, really, were the only time we'd have together.
He lightly swept his shoulder against mine. "Let's get going. Rain's heading in. We don't want to get caught in it."
I looked at him dumbfounded. "Alex, it's beautiful out here. It won't rain. Are you psychic?" I teased.
"No," he said with a wink. "Weatherman."
I couldn't help but laugh before he led me back into the restaurant and toward the door to the elevator. As we passed our waiter on the way out the door, Fredrik said to Alex something like, "duh tvah gore et packet par." I just figured he was talking about the parfait. But something was odd. Alex had stiffened, and his cheeks appeared to blush.
After we got on the elevator, alone, I asked him what Fredrik had said. He hesitated then replied, "He told me we make a nice-looking couple."
I seriously wished I hadn't asked.
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It being a Friday night, the streets were packed with partiers scouting the tons of bars as we walked the block to the IceBar, and it was only nine. Music filled the streets, not one song I recognized. The sun had almost set, though I was surprised it was still fairly light outside.
I was too busy looking around to talk to Alex, and he seemed to be in his own little world anyway. I wasn't sure if it was the comment that upset him or something else. I'd learned my lesson not to ask questions if I didn't want to hear the answer. He had many quiet moments, most made me wonder ... "What are you thinking?" Oh, hell. What the hell did I say that out loud for? I admonished myself.
He promptly shoved his hands in his pockets and looked down at his feet. "Intighet," he muttered.
"What?" Thank god he hadn't heard me. "Alex, come on. Lighten up," I fussed, skipping just ahead of him and turned to face him, walking backwards. "You pitched such a fit that I have a good time." He put his arm out quickly, but I didn't take it. "Stop moping over some stupid wai—OW!" I'd run into something hard and tall, a metal 'bong' sounded from behind me, my head screaming at me.
"Carrie, are you alright?!" Alex asked as he grabbed my arm and pulled me to him.
"Ow! Damn it, Alex! Why didn't you stop me?" I yelled, rubbing the back of my head.
"I tried!" he replied, trying not to laugh. "You veered off to the right and ... I did put my hand out."
"Not quick enough!" Looking up at him I was about to keep yelling, but his grin made me laugh. "So much for keeping me safe." He laughed, grabbed the back of my neck and kissed the top of my head. "That kiss doesn't make up—"
I was stopped cold, again, when his smile faded, and he looked long and deep into my eyes. "Will this?" he asked, leaned over, pressed my head to him and kissed me softly on my lips.
By reflex I closed my eyes, my whole body woke up, and I sobered right up from my just-beginning buzz. I hated it. I absolutely freaking hated how I felt.
"Carrie?" I heard him say and opened my eyes. "Sorry, but I've been wanting to kiss you since I met you at the hotel." My mind was completely gone. "Say something, damn it." He removed his hand and stuck his hands back in his pockets. I felt like a shit.
"Why?" Why? I had to ask. What the hell is wrong with me?! "Alex, I didn't mean—"
"I get it," he muttered. "Sorry."
I frowned, mad at myself, but more mad at him for apologizing. "No, no. Don't be. I just meant ... Why? Why me?"
"I don't know," he replied, sighing heavily.
He looked around uncomfortably, and I followed his eyes to a bench. I pulled his hand out of his pocket, pulling him behind me; he didn't resist at all. He stood until I sat down. "What's going on with you? You've done a complete turn-around since dinner." He shrugged his shoulders. "Yes, you do. Alex, I'm sorry I misjudged you. You're not who I thought you were. But look, I'm twelve years older than you, eighty pounds overweight and sure as shit don't belong with someone like you—"
"Someone like me? What the hell does that mean?" he asked, looking at me; though his voice didn't sound angry his eyes did.
I exhaled heavily. "Okay, on an episode of 'House' he had a male patient with a great-looking wife. He was a two, the wife was a ten. House theorized the two didn't belong together. A ten marries a ten. Not that we're getting married, but, my point is, like I said, I'm way out of your league."
"Do you know what attracts me to a woman?" He turned his body toward me, seemingly towering over me. "It's not her damned bra size or how good she is in bed or how pretty she is. It's her strength, her sense of humor, being open-minded, someone that's intelligent and knows what she wants out of life. I know little about you as well, but what I do know is you're all that, and your smile ... touches me. I'm sorry if I went too far."
"You ... you didn't, at all!" I had to take a second to get my thoughts together. I was sorry I even started it. "I'm not angry you kissed me. I'm glad you did, actually. But what you don't know about me is I'm not 'that girl.' I've had one night stands but they didn't mean anything; they weren't fulfilling, you know? I don't ... I like you, but—" I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair.
"Are you scared too?" he asked, his voice sounding like that of a confused teenaged boy.
"I ... yeah. But why are we?" I sighed heavily.
"I don't know. The unknown, maybe."
I thought for a second. "That makes sense, sort of."
"So, where does that leave us?"
I had no clue, but for the moment I wasn't going to waste my evening with him. "Let's get drunk," I told him as I stood and grabbed his hand again.
He looked up at me. "That's dangerous territory."
"Yeah, the great, dangerous unknown," I said sarcastically yet lightly. "Screw it. I'm on vacation." He smiled slowly and stood up, not letting go of my hand.
We headed back down the sidewalk hand in hand, and it felt like I was walking in quick sand. "Alex," I whispered, looking straight ahead. When I felt him peering down at me I told him, "That was a great kiss."
"Yeah, I know." I hit him on his forearm playfully. "Ow! I'm gonna bruise," he grumbled. "Vampires aren't supposed to bruise."
"Oh, hush. Just have your make-up person cover it up."
We took a few more steps. "Carrie?"
"Yes, Alex."
"Thanks."
I smiled, knowing what he meant. "You're welcome."
The time we had at the IceBar was the best fun I'd had in a long time. It was just as I expected it: ice walls, ice bar, ice chairs and benches, drinks served in ice glasses -- more specifically my three shots of peach Schnapps and his 'I lost count' shots of Whiskey. Only an hour had passed, we had done a little dancing just to warm up (no slow dance), laughing and teasing.
We settled down on the sheep-skinned covered ice bench, a wool blanket wrapped around Alex, enveloping me as I sat between his legs. We both liked to people watch, and I happened to notice a group of people with their hands flying. "Alex, that's Swedish sign language."
He didn't reply for a moment. "How do you know?"
"Because I know American Sign Language. It's the same in some ways, but, hey, look. Wow, that's got to be killer on the wrists. It's much more animated than ours."
"Do you know what they're saying?"
"Hell, no." I laughed. "I mean I could guess at some signs because it all originated by the French, and some are similar, even British sign is."
"How do you know sign language?"
"I have a deaf friend and took classes. I wanted to be an interpreter, but that lasted about a month." I suddenly got a chill, and he hugged me tighter. "This is nice, Alex."
"Nah. You're just drunk."
"Oh, not even." I pushed my head back and up so I could look at him. "Can we get out of here, though? I'm freezing, and if I stayed here much longer I'm going to fall asleep on you." Oops, maybe I am a little drunkerer than I thought. It's definitely time to get out of his arms.
CHAPTER FIVE
As cold as it was in the bar, it felt even colder outside, and it was damp, like rain was coming in. I kept the shawl around me, and Alex eventually put his arm around me, slowing down our pace. "Alex, would you stay the night? I mean, if you're not doing anything else—" Oh, yeah. It was clear I was a goner.
He stopped me and peered down and me, a look of confusion on his face. "Are you sure that's what you want?"
I forced myself to look into his eyes, my body starting to shake. "Alex, I don't have many regrets in my life, and I don't want you to be one of them."
Walking back to the hotel we were both quiet. I was complicating what my true intentions were when we got to the room -- more specifically whether or not I'd be able to go through what I had in mind when I asked him to stay in the first place. Thankfully Alex broke the silence when he asked what I was doing the following day.
"I'm going to Djurgarden. I just love how there are little oasises on islands all over, and each has its own vibe. I was thinking about the zoo, too. I've got the car for one more day so I may as well use it. Or there's Angso National Park."
"You'll just have to stay a few more days, won't you?"
"Oh, no. I can't. I'm not looking forward to going back to work, but I've got tons of reports due."
"That's a shame. Would you like some company tomorrow, wherever you go?"
I was really excited he'd asked and smiled. He was great to hang out with, and I wanted nothing more -- almost nothing more -- than to say yes. I was about to when I said, "I thought you had those scripts to look over."
He groaned. "Yeah, you're right." He shoved his hands in his pockets.
A little piece of my heart chipped away. I grabbed his wrist, pulled it out and held his hand, swinging it back and forth playfully. "Aw, Alex. You can come. I'd really like you to."
"No, no," he muttered. "It's okay." His arm was stiff at first, but eventually he went along with it.
"You have to come with me." He shook his head. "Oh, stop! Don't make me beg." I wasn't sure if he was fighting to hide a smile. "Please, pretty please?!"
He did grin; he was messing with me. I promptly smacked his upper arm. "Damn, woman!" he laughed.
"Baby," I spat jokingly. Rain suddenly and heavily swept up the street, though we had just walked under an awning of a shop. "Crap." I could see the hotel across the street. "We almost made it."
Alex took my elbow and pulled me further under the awning until my back was against the window display, not letting go but stood protectively by me. He was so close I could feel the heat coming off of him; it permeated my body, staved the damp, chilly night air. My body ached for him at that moment, wanting to taste his kiss, feel his arms around me.
Looking only at his collarbone, for fear of seeing the rejection in his eyes, I barely whispered. "Alex, I want to kiss you so bad right now." I knew with a clear head exactly what I was saying.
"So what's stopping you?"
"I can't reach them."
"Well, then. I shall have to remedy that," he cooed, slowly leaning down closer to me.
As he did I'd inhaled, not realizing I held it until I slowly let it out. My eyes trailed to his, and my heart started to pound. I'd seen a few scenes he'd done when he'd kiss a woman, and it was so assertive and determined, not to mention hot as hell, that that's how I expected him to kiss me. But he didn't. He kept his hand on my elbow, only moving it slightly to my forearm before his brushed his lips against mine, as softly as he had done earlier when I ran into the pole. This time, however, he didn't pull back so quickly.
I closed my eyes, my lips opened slightly as his did, and he pressed them harder to mine. The pit of my stomach churned when I heard him growl, and I returned the compliment. My hand had a mind of its own as it ran up the front of his jacket to his neck, cupping it, gently massaging and kneading his skin. He huddled against me before both of his hands were on my cheeks, lightly moving my head left then right as he took control of my mouth.
I slid my hands behind his neck before wrapping my arms around it, the tips of my fingers running through the loose strands of hair at the base. Goosebumps sprang to his skin. With that, I rapidly lost all feeling in my legs and they buckled, but I wasn't about to, or willing to stop what we were doing. Apparently, it was enough for Alex to. He pulled back, and only after several seconds of feeling like I was being watched did I open my eyes. His cheeks were flushed, and the grin on his face was indescribable. Neither one of us said anything as we looked over each other's faces.
"Carrie," he finally croaked, but didn't say anything else, his breathing was heavy.
"Yeah, wow."
"No. Oh, yeah! Yeah. No, that was incredible. It's just, uh ... If you want ... I don't have, uh, do you ..."
I couldn't help but chuckle at his stuttering, though I was completely oblivious. "What, Alex?"
His eyes brightened, then he said, "Oh! Never mind."
"What?!" I asked, getting a little angry he wouldn't just come out and say it. Then it dawned on me. "No, I don't have any condoms. I meant to pack them in case I came across a hot Norwegian so I could cross that off my bucket List, but I forgot them." He laughed. "You can get some?" He nodded. "Okay." I could have given him a 'This wasn't my intention but I really want to fuck you so I'm glad it worked out' speech, but then wasn't the time to overthink shit.
We both turned toward the street, and I was pissed there was no sign of the rain stopping. I didn't want to stand there for hours waiting, and apparently neither did Alex when he said, "Beat you to the hotel."
"Yes, you will."
He threw his head back and laughed. "Very true, shorty. I'll give you a head start."
"Nah, I don't need—" Without finishing my sentence I ran to the corner, briefly paused to look for cars before crossing the street. Right as I reached the curb on the other side I heard a low, deep 'whoosh.' Water splashed over both of my feet and pants legs to my knees, then I saw a tall, lean figure run past me, taunting me. "Hey! Cheater!" I screamed as I followed him to the top of the stairs of the hotel. "That was sooo low!"
I stomped my feet, which basically did nothing to get rid of the water. Finally I looked up at him. "I won, didn't I?" I lifted my arm to playfully hit him. "Don't you dare!"
Laughing, I went in the revolving door expecting Alex to get in the slot behind me. Instead he stood directly behind me, his arms up and over my head, pushing the door so hard that I didn't get the chance to get out. "Alex!" I screamed as we took one revolution until we stepped into the lobby. "What are you? Eight?" I teased, shuttering when I got a sudden chill.
He shrugged his shoulders like he really was eight. "Sorry. I've always wanted to do that." He removed his jacket and put it over my shoulders. "Stay here. I've got to go to the bathroom."
"Thanks. I will."
He asked the concierge where the bathroom was and was gone for only a second, too soon for actually peeing. Then I remembered I'd read they have certain items in dispensers in men's room for situations a couple find themselves in, just like he and I were. Then, like a bolt of lightning slicing into my brain, I realized it was actually going to happen.
As the elevator doors closed behind us, he took my hand. "Carrie, it's been a while since I've felt this—"
"Drunk?" I finished, knocking his shoulder with mine.
"Oh, honey," he said sarcastically. "I am far from drunk. I was going to say playful before you interrupted me."
"I like playful," said, trying not to grin. "I'm not drunk either, just have a really good buzz on."
We finally got to the room door, and I practically had to empty my purse to find the room key, which I finally did and opened the door. "Thought you said you weren't drunk," he said as we walked in.
I put my purse on the floor by the chair then went to the heating unit to turn the heat up, just for a few minutes to get the chill off of us. With my back to him I said, honestly without even thinking, "Take your clothes off." When I turned around I was stilled seeing him stand there, his eyes wide, his eyebrows raised. "No, Alex. I meant—"
He smiled reassuringly and came to me. I couldn't help but notice his shirt clinging to his chest. Putting his hands on my shoulders, he said, "Sweetie, relax. Let's just get dried off and chat, okay?"
For the life of me I couldn't understand why I suddenly froze up. The theory of having sex with him is one thing; the actual fact that we both wanted each other and we were finally alone was completely different.
"Sorry, Alex."
"Don't be. Got anything I can wear?" His voice was no longer playful or flirtatious, just ... normal.
"There's a robe in the bathroom I haven't worn yet you can wear 'til your clothes dry. I can change out here," I said, heading to the bathroom. I grabbed a towel for myself and my hair brush. "I'll let you know when I'm done."
"Okay. I'll be a few minutes. I have to make a phone call."
When I heard the bathroom door close I grabbed the pillow from the chair, shoved my face in it and screamed then laughed quietly at myself like a mad woman. I quickly dried off and changed into lounge pants and a t-shirt, noticing instantly my pointy nipples trying to escape. Oh, well. I don't have an extra bra and the one I wore is wet. Thank god for pillows.
CHAPTER SIX
I sat on the bed by the nightstand and surfed the radio for some music -- nothing seductive, just some background noise. Again, as the music coming from the bars, nothing I recognized. I heard the beginning of a song that I hadn't heard since I left home. I couldn't help but start singing it as I ran my brush through my damp, semi-knotted hair while bopping my head and swinging my hips in rhythm. I just can't keep still when I hear that song.
"Everybody get up...whew! If you can't hear what I'm trying to say, if you can't read from the same page, maybe I'm going deaf. Maybe I'm going blind. Maybe I'm outta my m-i-i-i-ind ..." I went to the window to see if it was still raining; it was. "That's why I'm gonna take a good girl ... I know you want it ... hey, hey, hey—"
Suddenly I saw Alex's reflection in the window in the white robe and stopped dead in my tracks, or booty dance. I was so mortified I couldn't move. I closed my eyes, praying he hadn't actually seen me, but I knew better. There was no way I was going to get out of it.
A second later, the song all but forgotten, he stood behind me and reached for my hand, the one holding the brush. "Alex," I whispered, crooking my head up and back so I could see what he was doing. I couldn't ignore, or explain, the look in his eyes at that moment, but I'm sure mine matched his.
"Shh," he cooed then started brushing my hair. His hands were very gentle as he slowly ran the brush from the crown of my head to the ends several times. "How's that bump on your head?"
"Fine," I gurgled. "How's your bruised arm?"
"Fine," he repeated, carefully picking through a stubborn knot. "Sorry."
"You're not hurting me. It feels nice, actually."
With every brush stroke the tension and anxiety seemed to evaporate, my head grew lighter. I closed my eyes, tilting my head to the left so he could get a different section, then my right. When the bristles swept across my neck I shivered.
He stopped brushing my hair and stepped back. "Done."
I turned around and smiled. "Thanks."
"Thank you for letting me. You look better—I mean not that you looked bad before!" he corrected, shaking his head. He might have been embarrassed at his slip of the tongue, but I knew what he meant.
I was trying to think of something to say when his eyes traveled down to my chest. I immediately crossed my arms to hide my T-H-Os, but he would have none of that. He took my wrists and brought my arms down to my sides, leaving them completely exposed. Pulling me to the bed, he turned me around. "Sit." I didn't argue with him. "Get comfortable. I'm not going anywhere."
I thought my heart was going to explode, but he kissed my forehead before jumping at the foot of the bed. He landed on his stomach, got on his side, put his head in his hand and stretched his legs out horizontally, making sure his crotch was covered. I grabbed a pillow, hugging it over my chest before I threw him one, which he put under his arm.
"Alex, before I forget, I just want you to know I have had such a great time tonight, a lot of fun. Thank you very much."
He smiled. "You're very welcome. Meeting you has been ... a nice distraction."
"Distraction?" I frowned. "How so?"
"I got back from a week in Iceland two weeks ago. No cell phone, no iPad, no iPod, no connection with anybody. I hiked forever, watched the sun rises and sets, camped out and watched the stars. Whenever I get out like that it's the only time I can think straight, get myself back on track, figure out what it is I want to do, which script to read for which movie, whether I even want to do another movie. I miss my family. Every time I head to the states -- no offense -- a part of me stays here. Don't get me wrong. I'm glad and grateful to be working, but when Mom gets ill or Eija is having problems with a boy I ... I feel like I have to be there to help them."
The tone in his voice absolutely killed me; there was so much pain. "Oh, hon, your sister understands, believe me. She might not now, but she will." Then I realized there was pain in my voice as well.
"Carrie, you've told me where you're from, what you do, what you like, where you've been, but you've never told me anything about your family."
Damn, he caught my tone. There is no way around it now. I buried my chin in the pillow, not looking at him. "Mom died two months after I graduated high school, in '84. She had cervical cancer. My brother George was five years older than me; I was sort of a Valentine's mistake." I tried to laugh but failed miserably. "He was killed in the 9-11 attack at the Pentagon. He was married but didn't have any children. I never did like Sheryl, so I don't talk to her anymore. Dad ... Two years ago he had a stroke and was bed-ridden for six months before he died."
"Oh, hon, I'm so, so sorry," he said, reaching out and putting his hand on my knee.
"George was always off doing sports stuff or hanging out with his friends that I hardly missed him when he left for college. It wasn't until Mom died that we got close. So, yeah, you might not think you're around enough, but she knows you're there for her, your brothers, too."
There was so much silence between us at that moment I was pissed at him for asking me. My eyes were burning, and I didn't want him to see me cry -- I wasn't going to cry, period. I immediately jumped off the bed and went to my suitcase.
"Well, hey, if we're going to be out all day tomorrow I should pack. I have to get out of here at—"
Alex had grabbed me by my waist and held me, so tight I couldn't have freed myself even if I tried. He cradled his chin in the crook of my neck. "I'm sorry if ... I didn't mean to upset you."
I hadn't realized I was that easy to read. I threw my head back and put my hands on the back of his, our arms flush. "You didn't." But he had, not that it was his fault.
He leaned back and turned me around. "Can I help you pack?"
"Thanks," I replied, forcing a smile. "I got it."
"Alright." He kissed my forehead. "Don't take too long. We'll have to get some sleep so we can head out of here early enough. Is that okay?"
Oh, good job, Carrie, I screamed at myself. You've really fucked up that hot kiss on the street, didn't you?! "Fine. Thanks."
I stood there and watched him as he went to the bed, pulled down the blankets and got in without removing the robe. Oh, yeah, dumbass. You've totally fucked up, Carrie.
Thankfully, the chore of getting everything in order kept my mind off of our conversation, but I felt his eyes burn into mine every movement I made. I finally finished, zipped the suitcase and turned toward the bed. The poor guy was fast asleep, lying on his side, his mouth slightly open. His face was so relaxed, and if it were possible he looked even sexier and sweeter than ever. And he was so incredibly sweet. I felt horrible about all the misconceptions I'd had about him. He might be the sexist man alive in Sweden, he may be vampire extraordinaire, but he was still a man. He had feelings and wants and needs. And he wanted to spend time with me. I was the luckiest damned girl in the world.
I turned off all the lights and carefully sat on the bed so as not to wake him. I was shocked it was almost two, and I doubted we'd get up early as he had mentioned. I set the alarm for ten and hoped for the best. I had just set the clock on the nightstand when I heard a groan, and the bed shook slightly. "What time did you set it for?" he grumbled.
I twisted around toward him. The robe had opened a bit, and I swallowed hard. As tired as I was my basic instinct to ravish him was still kicking. "Ten. Sorry, I tried not to wake you."
"It's okay. All finished?"
"Yeah."
He patted the mattress between us, so I slid under the covers, my back facing him but so close to the edge I was afraid I'd fall off in my sleep. I just knew if we faced each other neither one of us would get to sleep.
"Carrie, do you mind if we snuggle?" he whispered. I thought about it, but I must have taken too long to answer. "I've been waiting two hours to snuggle up with you."
Now how could I refuse since I made him wait? I pushed back a little so I wouldn't plow into him, not that I didn't want to. Before I could move again he grabbed my waist and pulled me close to him, so close I could feel the difference between the material of the robe and the smooth warmth of his skin through my clothes. He wiggled his body a little, put his right arm above him and put his left hand on my waist. I took his hand and wrapped it around me, resting it just over my stomach. Alex is a good foot taller than me, and with his lean body it feels like another foot. But laying in his arms it didn't feel so dramatically different.
"Perfect. You fit just like I knew you would." I had no response to that.
I simply settled in and forced my body to unwind so I could fall to sleep, yet my mind was another story. I sighed. "Alex, I'm sorry I fucked things up tonight."
"Silly girl, you didn't fuck a damned thing up."
"But that kiss, on the street ... I don't think I wanted anything else than you at that moment."
Somehow, and I never figured out how he did it, he twisted me toward him so that I was lying on my back and staring up at him, totally open and vulnerable. He brushed my bangs aside, smiling so thoughtful and sweetly. "Ms. Boyce, even if we hadn't kissed and just held hands all night talking, I would have been just as happy if we had made love."
Made love ... made love?! I thought flabbergasted. Men don't say 'make love.' They say fuck. But Alex -- dear sweet Alex is a gentleman, I had to remind myself.
"Now go to sleep, sweetie." He kissed my forehead. "We have a long day tomorrow."
Little did I realize it would be longer than either of us anticipated.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When I woke up the next morning I couldn't feel my body at all, and my eyes were glued shut. I knew I was no longer lying against Alex, and as a matter of fact I didn't smell his cologne either. "Alex," I called out, though I didn't think it was in English. I forced my eyes open, sat up slowly and carefully confirming I was indeed alone. I tried to focus on the clock to see what time it was, but I had to take it so I could see it. It was almost eight. At first I was relieved, thinking it had all been a dream. But then I grew angry that he had left without waking me.
My bladder cried out, so I got up and used the bathroom. Getting back into bed I said aloud, "I should have fucking known better." Forget what you said last night, Alex? You didn't get any from me so you up and scram. Well played, Mr. Skarsgard.
I promptly went back to sleep.
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A noise startled me awake sometime later, and I bolted straight up in bed. "Wha'?"
"Carrie, hey. It's just me," Alex said, smiling and looking refreshed, wearing different clothes. "How are you feeling?" He fiddled with something on the small table between the chairs, and I noticed several paper bags on the floor.
I looked around confused. "I thought ... I woke up and you were gone, and ..."
"Didn't you see my note?"
"Note? What note?"
"I wrote a note to tell you I was going home to shower and change then take Joham to Gustaf's."
"Oh. No, I never saw it."
He frowned then looked at the nightstand before his eyes trailed to the floor in front of it. "There it is. It must have fallen off."
I kicked my feet off the bed and caught a glimpse of the clock. "It's 11? Damn." Looking past my feet I saw the note plain as day. "Oh. I knocked it off when I grabbed the clock, I guess. Okay, sorry." I was so relieved he hadn't deserted me.
"Sorry? For what?"
"Well, I, uh, sort of called you every derogatory name in the book." I got up and stood by him, running my fingers through my hair, as the hair band had come out during the night.
"That's nothing new," he chuckled. "Good morning, by the way." He bent down and kissed my cheek.
"Morning."
"Now get back in bed. I've had this planned since I woke up this morning."
"I have to pee first." Wow. How lady-like of me.
I did so, brushed my teeth and hair, leaving it down. When I came back out he was sitting at the foot of the bed with the tray in front of him. I sat across from him and looked over the food more closely. "What is all of this? The only thing I recognize is the yogurt, oh, and the banana."
"First off we have smorgas, tomat and gurka—"
"In English, please."
He grinned. "Right. Smorgas is the open-faced sandwich with ham and messmor -- forgive me, goat cheese -- topped with tomato and cucumber; cloudberry yogurt with granola; bananas; orange and coffee, with sugar and cream, just like you like it."
"No cereal?" I asked jokingly, but tried to keep my voice and face serious. Instantly his face changed, like he had gone through so much trouble to impress me or make me happy, and I'd disappointed him. "Alex, hon. I'm joking. This is perfect." His face brightened and he smiled. "You're so thoughtful."
"Do you take back what you said about me?" he asked as he handed me the coffee.
"Every single word." After taking a long swig I tried the yogurt first. "Hmm. Cloudberry is better in yogurt. I like it this way. Who's Joham?"
"My retriever. Gustaf watches him when I'm gone."
"Oh, I thought you didn't—" I had to shut myself up.
"You thought what?"
I sighed. "I read you didn't want a dog until you were settled in one place. Alex, I'm sorry. I'm still trying to forget what I've read and just . . . I can't get over this whole weirdness thing being with -- hanging out with you." I sure didn't shut myself up that time. He shook his head and was about to say something when I said, "Imagine you have this major crush on this hot actress who you think is so totally hot that you'd make a complete ass out of yourself if you ever met her."
"You have a crush on me? You think I'm hot?" he asked with a wicked grin that I hated; it was adorable, but I hated it.
"Alex!" I bellowed then promptly smacked him on his thigh.
"If you don't STOP!" He actually laughed. "I get it, Carrie. I just wish it weren't so difficult for you."
"Me, too. It's getting easier, the more time I spend with you." I winked at him.
We finally finished eating, so I stood, took the tray and put it on the table. "I'm gonna jump in the shower so we can get out of here."
"Okay," he said, but he seemed to deflate a little. I didn't understand why, and I did try to figure it out while I was in the shower. I didn't come up with a damned thing.
After drying off with fresh towels, I reached for my clothes and cursed when I realized I hadn't grabbed them. I wrapped my hair around a towel and threw on one of the two robes that were then hanging; Alex must have gotten another from the maid earlier.
Walking out I announced, "I forgot my clothes." Alex looked up from sitting on the edge of the bed, where he'd been texting on his phone and stared at me -- a nerve-wracking, narrow-eyed, lustful stare. "What?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips.
He didn't say anything but typed a few more characters, placed the phone on the bed and came up to me. "Carrie, you have finally done it." The expression on his face changed into something I'd never seen before from him, since we'd met or on screen.
I immediately put my shield up because he was beginning to terrify me. I took a few steps back until the wall stopped my retreat. "What the hell have I done, Alex? Did I—"
He put his hands on my hips, making me put my hands flush against the wall. I wanted to melt away and disappear. "You have no idea how fucking beautiful you are like that. I wanted to kiss you after we ate, but—" So Mr. Skarsgard was going through his own internal battle, it seemed.
My apprehension diminished, and I smiled. "Thanks," I croaked, finding it amusing I wasn't shaking.
Without a word, and without me stopping him, he gently pulled me toward him a step then slowly moved his hands from my hips to the belt of the robe. Our eyes locked, my mind raced, and my heart started to pound. I wasn't ready for him to see my body, regardless of his words. Nothing could ease my insecurity of my plump body. I couldn't ignore the fear of him seeing me naked, or touching me.
The belt was loosened, and I closed my eyes waiting for the inevitable. I felt the heavy material hit my sides, yet he didn't part the front of the robe. My face instantly contorted.
"Carrie," he growled, his voice soft yet throaty. "Look at me." It took me a second, but I did. "We won't do this if you don't want to."
Oh, I want to, Alex. I really, really, really want to, I told myself as I nodded. Gathering all of my courage, biting my lip, I took the collar of the robe and pulled it back over my shoulders, letting it fall slowly down my arms, yet kept it firm in my elbows. My breasts and stomach were exposed, and I waited for him to run away screaming.
He didn't, but said, "Nu uh." He brought his hands toward my shoulders, the end of his palms brushed against my skin, making me sigh softly. He looked at me amused at my reaction before he pushed the robe back until it fell to the floor, then rested his hands on my full, fleshy hips. I reached up and unwound the towel from my head. The feel of my hair sweeping over my shoulders and upper back gave me goose bumps. He smiled. "Much, much better."
I returned his smile, though it was somewhat nervously. I kept waiting for him to change his mind and redress me, but he slowly ran his huge, flat hands over my stomach and upward between my breasts until he reached my collarbone. He looked at my neck curiously then ran his thumb over the scar. "I never noticed this before. Where'd you get it?"
"Neck fusion," I replied. Removing his hands, I grabbed one and walked him to the bed then turned around. "Alex, I sure as shit don't want to talk right now."
"No?" he asked while he tugged his t-shirt up and over his head, throwing it to the floor.
"No," I croaked, looking over his awesomely tight, almost hairless chest, his firm biceps, every nook and cranny of his upper torso. I couldn't believe he was actually standing there and that he was mine -- well, mine for the day, anyway. Furthermore, I couldn't believe he actually wanted me.
He took a step closer and grabbed my face softly, running his thumbs just under my earlobes. Tilting my head up, he bent down and hesitated a moment, so I closed my eyes, expecting to feel his lips on mine, finally. But something grazed the tip of my nose, moved to the right side before his cheek brushed against mine. I exhaled quietly; my mouth being close to his ear I didn't want to breathe too heavily. All the while, my hands roamed over his chest, gently kneading his skin. When I reached his stomach I was surprised he was breathing a little shallow. I twisted my head around until our lips met, and he kissed me so hard and passionately I stopped breathing for a second. His hands held my head tighter, though not too tight. Ah, there's the Alex Kiss we all know and love. I leaned into his body, my now-erect nipples meshing against his chest.
Removing his left hand, he placed it in the small of my back, pressing hard, like he never wanted to let go. I moaned from the back of my throat as my hands seemed to have a mind of their own, sliding downward to the button of his jeans. I had just unfastened the button when he broke the kiss and pulled back, looking over my face, grinning naughtily. He reached behind him, removed something from his back pocket and threw it on the nightstand. It was the condom he must have gotten from the bathroom in the lobby the night before. Embraced in the kiss, my body took over. Now, however, my brain started over-thinking everything. I fought my damned brain over my body, and thankfully my body won. Smiling, I got on the bed on my side, over the covers and watched him.
Fully confident, his eyes on mine, he unzipped his jeans and pushed them down to knees; they fell to the floor at his feet on their own. My eyes migrated south to his crotch, his thick bulge protruding through his black trunk briefs. Without a word, much less a warning, he jumped on the bed, ending up on his side and facing me. I yelped in surprise then laughed. "Brilliant move, Alex!"
He didn't answer, but my body sure did. I basically threw myself at him, my leg over his and my chest just above his ribcage. I kissed him like I'd never kissed a man before, or even imagined I could. My body was on fire, totally enflamed by his heat. Our lips still locked, he maneuvered me so I was on my back, his legs between mine; I bent my knees so our bodies were more aligned. I opened my eyes when I felt him tilt his crotch against mine, and I sighed when he moved his hips up and down a bit. I could tell how wet I'd become when the bulged material went from dry and rough to soft, moving much more easily.
I so wanted to see what he was hiding under the trunks, even more so to feel him inside me, but he had other plans. His lips moved from mine to my chin, not kissing but running his lips over it, then to my cheek. I could hear his breathing was a little heavier as he nudged his lips in the crook of my neck, kissing and nudging that gave me chills.
I brought my hand up and ran my fingers through his hair before he pushed himself down a little, but his lips never left my skin. I watched as his kisses moved down to my collarbone to my breast bone before his tongue licked my nipple, making it even perkier. My hand still on the back of his head, I pressed down gently to let him know what to do, and he understood. He cocked his head upward to look at me as he licked it once more before enveloping his lips around it, tenderly sucking.
"Hmm," I moaned quietly, my mouth handing slightly open.
My moan must have done something to him because he took on my nipple with more aggression and a gradual hardness, alternating between sucking and gingerly biting, his tongue flicking over the very tip of my nipple. He pinched my other nipple with his free hand, sending a current of electricity from my nipples to my stomach to my pussy.
Reluctantly, he removed his mouth and started to slowly kiss his way downward, seeming not to have a problem with my not-so-taut stomach. Reaching his apparent goal, he traced his tongue over my wet, swollen clit, making me gasp. I looked down at him with apprehension; I was comfortable with him kissing my body, but not go down on me.
He lifted his head up and looked at me. "Shh." The look of hunger and lust in his eyes made me silent, but not for long.
He went back down on me, working my clit licking and sucking, making me squirm, my legs shaking, my moans constant and growing louder. I reached my hand down in search of his, which he must have seen, and clasped his fingers around mine. Within seconds I felt my orgasm coming on, and I didn't hold it back. I threw my head back and mumbled his name before it exploded within me. My body tensed as noises escaped me that I'd never made before. He only eased up a little as he let my orgasm ebb then wane before he stopped and let go of my hand.
I lay there panting hard, trying to force my breathing down, my eyes still closed. I felt the mattress shake but didn't pay much mind to it at first. That was until I heard something tear, and knew he was putting on the condom. My body shook with what I knew would soon be coming. He got back on the bed between my legs, spreading them with his knees before leaning forward, took my legs and wrapped them around his waist. I opened my eyes because I felt his long, hard cock against my still-wet pussy, but he didn't enter me. His face was somewhat stern, his lips pursed, but the look in his eyes was warm and wanting. I put my hands on his chest and he settled on top of me, took my hands and stretched my arms over me. He kissed me again, softer that time. It just turned me on even more.
"Alex," I mumbled. "I need you so fucking bad right now, you have no idea."
"I've wanted you since the first time I saw your smile." That made my pussy tingle.
He gave me a crooked smile before he slowly and carefully entered me, I guessed allowing me to get used to his size. When I first saw the bulge in his trunks I thought there was no way he'd fit inside me. But I was now so wet and ready for him that he slid right in. The electric sensation surged through me as he filled me completely.
"Oh, fuck," I grunted, pushing my hips down to take as much of him as I could. I buried my head in the pillow, closed my eyes and focused on the feel of him inside me.
He ran his hands over my breasts before he put them on either side of my elbows. Then he began to fuck me, occasionally moaning, quickening his pace ever so slightly with a sense of purpose, an urgency that I couldn't explain. As he penetrated me, our bodies rocked in perfect rhythm. I tightened my muscles around his cock, making him stop for a brief moment. He rested his chin in the crook of my neck and cooed, "Fuu—don't let go."
He kissed my neck a few times before he leaned back up and took his cock almost out before he plunged back in, forcing me to muffle a scream against his chest. Doing that a few more times was all it took to send another orgasm coarsing through me. I didn't give a shit how loud I was when I screamed. He growled once, pounded into me twice more before I felt his cock quiver against my walls. His body suddenly froze, growled like the sound of a cat purring, grinding his hips against mine as his own orgasm exploded. The expression on his face was priceless. Seeing a man's cum face is probably the most private, sacred thing he can share with a woman.
"Care—eee," he groaned.
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" I asked breathlessly, finding it hard to breath.
"Oh," he replied, giving me a quick kiss. "It's a very, very good thing."
He took a firm hold of my shoulders, and before I knew what had happened I was lying on top of him straddling his waist, his cock still inside me. "Holy fuck, Alex! That was impressive." I exclaimed.
He frowned. "I thought you Americans didn't like that word."
I knew exactly what he meant. "Nah. We use holy all the time."
"Smart ass." He chuckled, wrapping his arms around me, holding me close. I placed my head just below his chin and relaxed, or tried to. He didn't give any indication my weight was too much for him. "That thing you did ... where'd you learn to do that?"
"What thing?"
"You grabbed my cock when I was inside you."
"I did?" I asked innocently then squeezed it again. What shocked the hell out of me was that it responded somewhat, but there was no way I'd be able to go again; if we did I would have had a heart attack, but at least I would have died happy. "Oh, that. An article in Cosmopolitan." My body shook with his laugh. "Don't tell me you haven't had a woman do that to you."
"I've never had a woman—"
"I wasn't expecting an answer."
We lay there for a few minutes, both quiet, our breathing becoming more shallow and regular as we came down from our orgasms. I'd been running my thumb over his cheek while he ran his fingernails up and down my back. I had to really fight the urge not to fuck him from my position, but I had ignored my bladder far too long. "Shit, gotta go to the bathroom."
"Hmm-kay." Pushing myself up, I lifted my hips slowly, though not teasingly, letting his dick adjust to the loss of the warmth of my pussy. "Oohh," he whined.
"Sorry, hon," I said as I scooted to the side of the bed, planting my feet on the carpet. I tried to get up, but my legs were shaky. I hesitated.
"What's wrong?"
"My legs are jelly."
"Ah." He was quiet for a second before he put his fingers on the tattoo on my right shoulder. "This is cool. When did you have this done?"
The coldness of his fingers made me jump a little, since I wasn't expecting it. "In the middle of my mid-life crisis when I was 29. I couldn't decide whether I wanted a dolphin or a music note. So two years later I came up with the dolphin jumping through the music note."
"Mid-life crisis at 29? Hell, I'm still waiting for mine. Isn't that a little early?" His voice was light, not pressing for a deep, serious confession.
"It was for me. I never thought I'd make it to 39, much less 47." The implication of what I had just said hit me like a ton of bricks; I'd never figured out exactly why I needed the tattoo until that moment.
I ran to the bathroom, more like shuffled very carefully, slamming the door accidentally behind me. After relieving myself I stared in the mirror before running cold water over my face, thinking that would stop me from crying. Fucking hormone spikes after sex sucked.
Walking back out into the room, Alex was sitting up under the blanket, resting just above his "Sorry. Mom was 44 when she died. I didn't mean to ... I didn't want to fuck up—"
"Carrie, come here," he said, his voice even softer than he usually spoke. I sauntered over to the bed and got under the covers. He cradled me in his arms, his head just above mine, brushing the hair away from my face so he could see it more clearly. "Sweetheart, I wish you would stop saying that."
Putting his hand on my hip, he kissed my cheek then settled down beside me. I grabbed his hand and brought it in front of me, holding onto his one with both of mine. "Alex, how about we just stay here for the day, if it's okay with you. We can get room service for dinner."
"Hmm. How about we get room service for dinner, and I take you to my sunset hill."
I couldn't help but smile. "sunset hill? Sounds like an old folks home."
"No, Carrie," he chortled. The place I told you about where I watch the sunsets."
"Oh. Sounds good." I couldn't stifle a yawn.
"Get some sleep."
I shoved my head back, looked into his eyes for a second then said, "I'm glad you're here."
"I'm glad I'm here, too. Now hush and go to sleep."
I was quiet, thinking of all the crap that I had to do the next day with flying out. "Shoot, I wanted to confirm—"
"Shh." He started to run his fingers through my hair near my temple, something my mother did when I was a little girl that always put me to sleep.
And it did the trick. My last thought before I went to sleep was: Okay. Now I can add and cross off 'Meet and have sex with Alex Skarsgard' off my "Things That'll Never Happen Even If the World Ends Tomorrow' Bucket List." |
Wonderland Ch. 04 | 53,562 | 4.52 | 600,769 | [
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Steve sat in the back seat of his parent's car and grumbled. Steve's parents had woke him up at 7 am to drive to his grandparents' house. What an ungodly hour to get up and drive for an hour and a half to see old people (although his grandparents were only in their fifties). Steve's mom had practically wriggled her ass around on the passenger side seat with excitement making her big jugs shake seductively. He sat back and marveled at how weird his senior year was so far.
For the last several months Steve had spied on his mother and father fucking using a one way mirror mounted in their bedroom and a hidden sliding panel in the hall closet that let him see everything going on in there. His mother with her large round tits and tight firm ass had given Steve wet dreams like mad. He had seen his parents sucking and fucking in all sorts of ways, going at it every couple of days.
Then his father went on an extended business trip. After he was gone for two weeks he called to say the trip was extended another two weeks. Steve's mother was obviously horny as shit and Steve had used this opportunity to come on to her. Steve and his mother had fucked each other senseless that night and his mother had declared them lovers. For the next two weeks Steve and his mother had fucked liked newlyweds in every room of the house every day, sometimes several times a day.
Then Steve's father came home and Steve's mother told Steve's father everything. Imagine his surprise to find his dad wasn't mad but glad! Steve's dad had admitted that Steve's mother was a nympho that needed lots of good fucking to keep her satisfied. The day ended with Steve and his dad sharing Steve's mom end to end and front to back with Steve's big prick shoved up his mother's hot ass!
But Steve's dad had also said something about Steve's mom fucking his Grandpa Dan and his Uncle Bob! Steve's father said it was a story for another time and this was another time.
Leaning forward towards his father who was driving Steve asked his dad, "So what's the story with Mom and Grandpa Dan?"
"Well, that's before I knew her so your Mom should tell you that story!" Steve's father said, "Right Helen?"
"Sure!" said Steve's mom, "it all started when I was very young. I developed very early and by junior high I had large full breasts. The result was every boy wanted to shove his hands under my shirt and every girl was jealous of my tits! Even grown men and women acted like I was only a big pair of hooters! Since the boys treated me so rough and uncaring I decided that I would never let any of them get what they wanted from me. But at the same time I was horny all the time. My nipples are especially sensitive and their rubbing around underneath a soft sweater would get me hot. I got very adept at masturbating myself to a good orgasm. But my big boobs made sure I couldn't take part in sports and the old bitch that coached the cheerleaders wouldn't let me cheer either saying my bouncing breasts would be "obscene"."
Steve suddenly realized that his mother had really had a bad time of it growing up. Suddenly it hit him that even now men would hit on her in the grocery store even when they knew she was married. He had also seen some of the snide looks from some of the other moms at the PTA meetings.
"The breaking point came my senior year in high school. I had just turned eighteen and had almost as large a bust then as I have now. Some of the other jealous little bitches played a very bad prank on me. They had left me showering all by myself after gym class and had taken all my clothes. After I came out of the shower and found my clothes all gone I also found a note on my gym locker saying "Good Luck Miss Tits". I refused to come out of the locker room and the girl's soccer coach found me there wrapped in just a towel an hour later. The school called my house and my father came to school bringing me a change of clothes. I cried the whole ride home.
My mom was still at work and my father did the only thing he knew. He held me as I cried sitting on my bed. He told me that I should ignore those snotty bitches that they would get their due. He also told me that I should not associate with any one that didn't treat me with respect. He held me and then he kissed me. It wasn't the usual perfunctory kiss, it was deep, loving, and caring. Suddenly something in me melted and I kissed him back. The two of us kissed for a little while and then I slipped my tongue into his mouth! He was surprised but didn't break the kiss. Instead I found his tongue probing my mouth too.
I took one of his hands and placed it on my left tit. "Rub it!" I said. My dad started to rub the sensitive tit flesh through my cotton tee shirt. Since he thought I only needed a change of clothes Dad had not brought any underwear to school with him and I was naked underneath my tee shirt and sweat pants. Things just escalated from there and we found ourselves both naked on the bed. Then my father gave me my first pussy licking. It drove me crazy. I grabbed his head pulling it to my cunt moaning, "Lick me dad, lick me good!" My dad slid two fingers into my hot box and slid them in and out of my vagina. He gave me a strong satisfying orgasm while licking my twat."
He then said, "Alright, what is good for the gander is good for the goose."
"I wasn't sure what he meant until he explained cock-sucking to me. Your Grandpa Dan has a nice big cock and it was the first I had ever seen close up. I wanted to please him the way he had pleased me. My father is uncircumcised so I had to push the foreskin back with my hand so I could start to lick the head of his prick. I started liking and sucking his cock with my Dad coaching me on what to do. At one point I was leaning over his crotch sucking the shaft and I slipped. My head slid right down and I ended up with his whole cock down my throat, my lips pushed up tight against his stomach. Dad tried to push me off but I held on to his hips and just kept on sucking until he shot his load down my throat. That's how I learned that I have no gag reflex at all."
Then my Dad said, "Now for the best part of all!"
"He had me lay back and spread my legs bending at the knee. He moved up the bed onto all fours with his big pecker aimed at the opening to my now very wet twat."
"I don't think that big thing is going to fit in me!" I said.
"Don't worry babe!" said my father, "You can stretch a lot more than you think and I will take it slow and easy".
"He was now on all fours over me and simply positioned the head of his prick against the opening to my vagina. Dad has a cock as big as yours Stevie but the head isn't quite as big around."
Steve blushed a bit to hear his mother talk about his cock and his grandpa's cock so easily.
"Then he pushed gently and I felt my cunt stretching out around his big fucker. Without any trouble at all I had his cock-head embedded in my twat. It felt amazing. I loved my father more right that moment then I ever had."
"Put it all in me!", I wailed hot with desire.
"Dad pushed slowly sliding more and more of his prick into my needy body. My gynecologist had told me my hymen was already torn but both Dad and I were both surprised when his hips came in contact with my ass. His huge pecker was all inside me. Then he started to slowly piston his prick in and out. My cunt was immediately hot. I wrapped my legs around his back and grabbed his shoulders with my hands."
"Fuck me Dad! Fuck me now!" I cried.
"Dad obeyed and started to really pound that meat of his into my hot box. It seemed like my body knew what to do and I found myself pushing my hips up to meet the downward thrusts of his cock. We fucked like mad and suddenly I came and came hard. I arched my back and dug my feet into his back my cunt clamping down on his cock. I was so overcome all I could do was moan and make weird gurgling noises in my throat."
"I know what that sounds like!" thought Steve to himself.
"I could feel my Dad's cock shooting its load of cum inside me in response to my orgasm and looking down on me he groaned with his release too. When my orgasm subsided and I had my wits about me I realized there was a figure in the doorway to my bedroom. It was my mom."
"About time you gave her a good fucking!" said my mom, "I wondered how long you were going to make that girl wait for what she needed."
"My mom crossed the room and sat on the bed near me. I felt embarrassed laying there nude with Dad's cock in my pussy. But mom caressed my cheek with her hand and then slipped one hand behind my head. She used that hand to pull me close and kissed me deeply. She stood up and started to undress."
"You're not mad?", I said.
"Of course not dear." said my mom, "You inherited your big tits and nymphomania from me. But like me you need a man who loves you for you and not just for your big boobs. Who loves you more than your father?"
"Mom was now nude and it was the first time I had ever seen her totally naked. She did have big boobs and a great figure."
"She still does!" thought Steve to himself, "Not as big as mom's but a great pair".
"Mom has soft blonde pussy hair that proves she is a real blonde. I must have been staring at her body because she said, "Give us girls a chance won't you Dan?" My father pulled his cock from my body and moved over to the side of the bed. My mom lay down with me on the bed and kissed me again this time pushing her tongue into my mouth. I had kissed other girls playfully and certainly not tongued a girl before. It excited me in some way I couldn't explain. Mom then worked her lips slowly down my neck and chest kissing and sucking on my skin. She arrived at my left nipple and sucked it into her mouth. She licked the end with her tongue and I was instantly aroused. "Oh suck on my nipples Mom." I cried with delight."
"She has the family sensitive nipples!" said my father.
"She kept kissing and sucking gently all the way down my body right to my pussy. Her tongue entered the lips of my snatch and started working on my clit. Then she rotated her body on the bed, her hips now near my head. I knew what she wanted and although I had never done it I knew I wanted to. I slipped my tongue into her slit finding and working on her clit. The two of use just enjoyed each other for a while licking each others clit and caressing each others breasts. My mom slid two fingers into my dripping wet cunt and worked them in and out. Then I saw my father near my mother's head. His dick was hard again. My mom slid her fingers out of me and he slid his big pecker into my pussy easily. Suddenly I was being pussy licked and fucked at the same time! My mother then reached around my body and pressed the two fingers wet with my cunt juice against my puckered anus."
"Just relax!" said my father.
"I did my best to try to relax although I was so aroused with all the new sensations. My mother's fingers slid into my ass up to the second knuckle. Now I had something inserted into every hole! The three of us sucked, licked, and fucked enjoying the sweet sex. We came almost at the same time and it was deep and strong for all of us. I have fucked my parents together and separately a lot since then."
"Wow mom!" said Steve, "What a hot story! I'm as hard as a rock!"
"Well, I better take care of that!" said Steve's mom.
She climbed over the front seat to end up in the back with Steve. She didn't even say a word as she unzipped his Levis and pulled his throbbing prick from his pants. She raised her dress and Steve realized she was naked underneath. Steve's mother straddled his lap and again without even saying a word plunged her cunt down onto his prick taking the whole length of his man meat up inside her body in one quick motion.
"Holy shit mom!" was all Steve could manage to say.
Steve's mom grabbed his shoulders and started to really pound her cunt up and down on Steve's cock. There was no slow motions this time. She pounded away so fast and hard Steve could hardly breath. Finally, she came squeezing his cock hard and making him shot a load into her pussy. She slid up and off his cock and then go on all fours next to him on the seat.
"That's called the fast and furious" said Steve's father.
"Time to clean up!" said Steve's mother.
She lowered her mouth to the base of his slowly deflating cock and started to lick it. She used her tongue to lick the mixture of Steve's spunk and her own cunt juice off Steve's prick until she licked him clean.
"Now for your father!" she chirped.
Steve's mom climbed back over the seat, sat in the passenger side and then her head disappeared. Steve peaked over the front and saw his mother's head bobbing up and down quickly in his father's lap. His prick was obviously down her throat. His father stiffened and Steve realized he was shooting a load of cum down his mother's throat while driving!
When his mother's head appeared again she said, "Don't worry Stevie, we do this all the time!"
The three sat in silence for a while as the car continued down the road towards his grandparents' house.
"Hey!" said Steve, "What about Uncle Bob? And how did you and Dad get involved?"
"Let me rest a little." said his mom, "How much do you think I can take at once?" |
Starting Over | 19,796 | 4.57 | 220,032 | [
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] | The morning sun streams in through the windows of the bedroom. Andrew opens his eyes slowly. "What a night," he thinks to himself.
He turns his head slowly to see the sensuous figure sleeping next to him in blissful slumber. Her reddish-blonde hair is wrapped around her peaceful face. The sheet is pulled down just enough that he can glimpse her perky breasts, now standing "at ease." Her lightly-tanned skin is marked in indiscriminate patterns with tiny beauty marks. Her breathing is shallow, relaxed and barely audible in the silence of the new day.
The sight of her breasts brings a tingling and familiar hardening sensation to his loins. "How did this all happen," he ponders, unsure whether the question was spoken aloud, or confined to his pounding head. . . .
The night started innocently enough. He went to the local corner bar, as he had every Friday night for the past two years, looking for nothing but distant companionship. Even though the last thing he wanted was to meet someone, he certainly needed the comfort he gleaned from the proximity of other people during this troubled time. It had been a long hard road back to sanity after the separation from the woman he still considered the "love of his life." The divorce papers he had received in the mail earlier that day shattered his wounded heart all over again. The stitches that had begun to heal were ripped apart like the shredded envelope he left on the floor. He was flooded with the guilt and shame he had been trying to bury, for what now seemed like a thousand lifetimes.
Why they had separated was still a nagging question he asked himself each and every morning when he awoke from his solitary slumber, and each and every night when he put his weary head on his pillow. Sure, he worked too much. But, she certainly loved the money and power he garnered as he climbed his way to the top of the legal tower at the law firm. It was only after she hit her "mid-life crisis" that the time he spent making a living for them became an issue. Could he have pulled back a bit from work? Yes. Could she have been more patient and understanding? Hell yes. In the end they just moved in different directions. She was lonely, and he was obsessed with the money and power he thought would make them happy.
After pulling himself together from the shock of receiving the divorce papers, he stripped out of his lawyer uniform, shaved, and donned a stylish, two-tone, silk button down shirt and a pair of easy-fitting jeans. He debated and eventually decided on his "scent-of-choice" for the evening.
Walking into his familiar watering hole, he immediately made his way to the little table in the back of the bar, where he had sought refuge on so many lonely nights. The bar-maid quickly brought him a tall Labatt's and he tried to warm to her obvious overtures. She was young, probably a little too young for him, but nonetheless extremely attractive. Her thin, supple legs beneath her short black skirt, certainly tempted him in the most basic of ways. However, on this night he could barely offer a smile to the gorgeous pearly whites she flashed his way. Tonight, more than any other night, he just wanted to be alone.
As the evening progressed, he idly watched the commotion of the bar around him: friends meeting up to share a drink and a laugh; the two attractive couples sharing a game of pool and, by the looks of things, a whole lot more later that evening; and the baseball game playing on the televisions above the bar, periodically drew his idle attention.
As the hours passed, he proceeded to once again drink himself to numbing intoxication. . . .
Andrew rolls onto his back and places his fingers to his throbbing temples. "How the fuck did this happen?" he whispers to the devil on his shoulder. Seeing that the angel to his right is still tucked away in heavenly sleep, he closes his eyes and turns introspective once again. . . .
He knew she was there even before he lifted his eyes from his beer glass. He could sense her with every muscle and nerve in his body.
"Howdy stranger," she said as she stood with her hands on her hips a few feet in front of his tiny table. Her face was amazing- smooth shiny skin, light make-up and a brilliant smile. Her hazel eyes burned into his soul with a fire and intensity that melted through his growing numbness. She was at most 5 feet tall. Her shoulder-length, light colored hair, hung loose about her shoulders in seamlessly never-ending spiraled curls. She wore a white t-shirt, cut tight to her taught bosom, with a sparkly sequin heart nestled between her ample breasts. Her ruffled jean skirt was short, but not too short, so as to remove any mystery from the equation. Her proportions were perfectly symmetrical and, for a moment, Andrew thought that he was seeing an angel sent from heaven to mercifully take him from his self-inflicted misery. She had never looked this beautiful to him before.
He was barely able to stammer a "hello" in return as his breath caught at the sight of the beauty before his, red-tinged, brown eyes. He realized in that moment that he had secretly hoped she would be there on this night.
"Do you mind if I join you," she said with a subtle smile.
"Sure, if you really want to," he muttered, feeling a rush of blood to his cheeks.
As she lithely moved to sit across from him, he caught a whiff of her perfume. His nostrils flared at the invasion and his heart began to race. If beauty had a smell, this would be it.
"Can I get you a drink," he asked her. Even before the words escaped his lips he noticed that she already had a mixed drink of some sort in her hand.
"I am good, thank you," she said, kindly not bringing out his lack of attentiveness.
Still he felt obligated to utter a quick, "Sorry. I see that you are already taken care of. How silly of me." Inside his mind, he kicked himself hard.
Silence.
Andrew quickly drank down the last 1/3 of beer from his glass and leapt with both feet into the fire.
"I was really hoping that I would get the chance to talk with you," he said mustering as much of a smile as he could on his weary face.
"I came here to see you," she said bashfully with her head down, only lifting her beautiful eyes to look into his own.
Andrew's heart raced at the thought that she had descended to this watering hole just to see him. Dare he hope that there was a chance?
"You seem sad, handsome," she said with obvious concern.
"I was until you sat down," he exhaled through shallow breaths.
"Is there anything I can do to pick you up," she said coyly, while reaching across to place her manicured hand on his own weathered hand.
The touch of her hand on his own sent electrical shocks throughout his entire body. He could sense in her eyes, for a fleeting moment, that she felt the jolt as well.
"You being here has erased all of my sadness dear lady," he said in his smoothest delivery. "Anything more at this point would be sheer pleasure."
"Anything," she said slowly breaking the word into minute syllables. "That certainly sounds like an invitation to me."
With her words Andrew immediately felt a hard-on sprouting in his suddenly un-relaxed jeans. He wanted to grab her hand, pull her around the suddenly giant table between them, and clutch her into his aching arms. It had been so long since he had wanted a woman this much. He could feel all of the pain, sadness and misery of the last two years melting from the heat generated by the dazzling woman before him. He wanted her, and he was pretty sure that she wanted him. Was it too soon? He had so much baggage to lay at her feet. He wondered to himself whether she was willing to sift through all that. Maybe, she just wanted some fun and done. Hell, what did it matter at this point. He had hit bottom, it was time for him to start "rising" again.
"Follow me," he said getting up from his chair, and taking one of her lovely hands into his own strong hand.
Andrew knew exactly where he was taking her. He pulled her across the room, negotiating the tables and patrons, to the small door on the side leading to the restrooms, kitchen and storage area.
He could not even recall if she said anything to him, or if she showed any hesitation.
As they pushed into the hallway, he felt her free hand come around and begin to caress his strong chest. As they pushed through the door to the storage area, his lips sought hers. The collision was explosive and passionate. He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her onto a broken bar stool so that she was seated with her legs open and her mouth at the same height as his own.
Andrew quickly shut and locked the door and pulled the chain hanging down from the sole source of light in the room: a solitary, uncovered, light bulb. It's soft light shed a warm glow on their irrelevant surroundings. He moved in and continued to kiss her. Their tongues darted heatedly in their mouths. Their aggression was equal and relentless. He brought his hands up to her breasts and felt her nipples hardening beneath the t-shirt and lace bra beneath. With both hands he pulled on the t-shirt at the bottom of the cut-out on the front tearing the shirt in two from top to bottom, slightly exposing her incredible breasts. His hands worked feverishly up her back and quickly unclasped her bra freeing her breasts to his eyes and his eager hands. The feeling of her nipples between his fingers gave him an immediate rush of adrenaline. They were engorged and there for his taking. So he did.
He moved his mouth from her lips, to her neck, gently sucking and nibbling his way to the point where it lusciously met her collar bone. He then descended with his tongue to her right, and then her left, breast. At each stop, he lightly flicked her nipples to get their attention. Her hands sifted through his short, dark, hair, urging him further in his exploration of her body.
His hand moved to her legs, which had somehow become wrapped around him, like a trap holding its prey. He pushed his hand up her thigh and moved aside the thin barrier provided by the very wet, pink, thong. His finger were singed by the heat emanating from her sopping center. His mouth returned to hers. As he thrust his tongue deep into her waiting mouth his finger plunged upward into her wanting pussy. She came instantaneously.
The feeling of her juices running across his hand and down his arm only provoked him into fucking her with his finger more. He gently turned his hand over, so that it was facing palm up, and thrust his index and middle fingers into her eager pussy. He sought out and located the rough spot on the roof of her vagina and began to coax, with a come-hither motion, her g-spot.
She wrapped her hands around his torso, and dug her nails deeply into his back through his silk shirt, causing him to grunt in the painful pleasure of it all. A low moan escaped her full lips as his hands began to toy and tease her towards another orgasm.
He once again moved down and took her left nipple into his mouth. He sucked down very hard - so hard that she caught her breath. He did not stop, and she did not make any sign that she wanted him too.
As her pelvis and hips raised he knew that she was nearing another climax, so he increased the pressure of his fingers on her g-spot. With a sexy whimper, she came again: her lips clenching and spasming on his invading fingers.
Andrew now reached up with both hands and removed her thong. He lifted her skirt high enough to take in the beauty of her clean-shaven pussy. Her lips were pouting eagerly at him.
"I want you inside me," she said in a husky voice.
Her hands began to work on his belt and zipper. She tugged at his engorged cock, letting out an audible sigh of pleasure at finding his immense arousal. She used her feet to remove his jeans leaving him standing before her with his throbbing cock poking though the slit in his boxers.
Andrew pulled down his boxers and stepped closer leaving the head of his manhood nestled on her smooth labia.
His hands reached down and grabbed her taught ass and pulled her closer to the edge of the stool. Agonizingly, he slid her to the edge until her ass was barely on the seat. Slowly, he lowered her opening onto his incredibly hard shaft.
The feeling of her heat enveloping his cock as she slid lower, and lower still, ultimately resting balls deep on his cock, was incredible. He pulled out and thrust quickly back in. He continued this assault on her pussy gradually increasing the tempo. She reclined her torso backwards finding the wall behind her with her hands for support. This position raised her breasts up for close and intimate inspection by Andrew. He definitely liked what he saw.
His need to fuck this woman; cum in this woman, was incredible.
He began to grunt with exertion as he repeatedly embedded his dick into her slick, warm, wetness.
The stool fell over leaving him holding her up to him with the only support being his hands beneath her ass. Her legs were wrapped around his back. Her moans began to keep time with his labored grunts. Their breathing fell in unison with the chain swinging from the solitary light casting its shadow on the wall.
Her legs dropped down his and she reached towards him grabbing him around his neck.
As her feet hit the floor she pulled away from him. The loss of her heat on his cock brought a chill up his spine. She dropped to her knees and grabbed hold of his penis with her hand. He felt her tongue start at the base and begin to lovingly move up lapping her juices into her mouth.
"Hmmm . . .I taste sweet," she muttered from below.
Andrew began to enjoy the feeling of her mouth, lips and tongue on his dick and balls. His hands reached into her curls and pulled her mouth further onto him. She moaned, and began to move her mouth faster, taking care to tug at the head of his cock with her lips and tongue.
After what seemed like an eternity, Andrew knew that if he did not stop her soon he would cum into her mouth. As great as that would feel, he wanted, no he needed, to cum inside her fire-hot pussy.
He grabbed her ears and gently pulled her up before him into a long and tasty kiss. She had not lied. She tasted sweet and musky. The taste of her drove him crazy with want for more.
He slowly walked her backwards, in a gentle tango of kisses, gropes and passion, towards a covered pool table in the corner. As her fine ass hit the table, he not too gently flipped her around placing her hands on the oak rails.
She turned to look back at him with fire gleaming in her hazel eyes, "cum in me, make me yours," she said with sultry lust in her voice.
As he flipped up her denim skirt to reveal her heart-shaped ass, he could not help but marvel at the beauty of the moment.
Her pussy was still very wet and he slid into her easily, deeply. He began to thrust with animal passion. All of the pent up anger, emotion and heartbreak he had felt the past two years was delivered with each smack of his balls on her pussy and ass. He wanted her to beg him to stop. He wanted her to plead with him to stop fucking her. His hands moved up and grabbed her ass and spread her cheeks apart to further enhance his attack on her.
She laid her head down on the rail and closed her eyes, clearly lost in the moment. Her right hand slipped down and began to caress his balls, while her left hand toyed with her clit. The feeling she provided to him only served to make him drive into her harder and faster.
Over and over he thrust into her. She began to moan and move her head about rustling the plastic cover on the table. He continued to fuck her harder; faster; deeper. His eyes closed as he began to feel the release welling up inside. With one final earth-shattering thrust he drove into her releasing his seed and fluid into her center. At the same moment, she came mixing her juices with his own. Her walls clenched on his draining cock as if to suck every last drop of him into her.
They collapsed to the floor leaning against the legs of the pool table.
He looked over into her hazel eyes, blazing now with the glory of orgasm, and he melted.
His hands came up to his face as the tears of two-years of guilt, frustration and loneliness welled up uncontrollably.
His walls had finally come down. He could start over now.
She sat there in silence with him. He was surprised, but very glad, that she did not leave. After what seemed like forever, his tears dried and they each began to go about dressing themselves. He put his silk shirt on her, to replace her shirt that he had unceremoniously destroyed earlier.
The walk back to his place was golden. She held his hand and he hers. No words were spoken. She gave him space and time.
As they entered his home, she went to the restroom to freshen up, while he went to get her a replacement t-shirt from the bedroom.
As he stood with his back to the bedroom door, he sensed her once again behind him. He could smell her perfume. He could taste her still on his lips.
"I am here for you," she said easing all his fears.
"I . . .," he uttered while turning around only to be interrupted by her mouth and tongue descending on his own. Her kiss was passionate and gentle with just a hint of tease. Her lips tasted like strawberries.
He took her into his arms and pulled her close to his naked chest. His need for her this time was no longer animal - it was the need to be close with someone special.
They made love all night. It was intimate, gentle at times, rough when expected. The feel of her incredible body beneath his own was mesmerizing to his aching heart. With each touch, kiss, caress and thrust his heart repaired itself to be ready to start over.
After she rode him like any good cowgirl, she collapsed on the bed beside him. Her naked body glistened with a cool sheen of sweat in the full-moon light coming in the windows.
He laid there in bed beside her for what seemed an eternity. He watched her fall into sleep. Everything he had always wanted was lying there beside him, but what did it all mean? Finally, he too drifted to sleep. . . .
Andrew hears her begin to stir. She turns and looks at him, while slowly opening her eyes.
"Were you watching me?" she asks, in barely a whisper, her face partially hidden by the falling tresses of her hair.
"Yes. It has been such a long time since I last slept with an angel," Andrew whispers, with hope pounding in his heart. "I wanted to capture this moment forever."
"Forever started last night my handsome husband," she says with a smile spreading from her hazel eyes to her full, pouting lips. "Care to help me burn those divorce papers?"
"I was hoping you would say that my love," Andrew exhales, as his life, and love, start over again. |
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I have been married to a beautiful woman now for three years. This is her second marriage. Kate is a wonderful wife that has given me a great amount of pleasure during our brief marriage. Quite a bit of it sexual as she has fulfilled a lot of my sexual fantasies, some I didn't know I had. Kate has a daughter form her previous marriage, though we rarely see her. She was sixteen when we married and her ex-husband had custody and did not let April out of his sight much at all coupled with they lived a six hour drive away in another state. Needless to say my stepdaughter called me Ken when she visited on the few occasions she stopped by.
When April turned eighteen she went to collage about a twenty-minute drive from our house. She began turning up on the odd weekends to get away from school. Kate and I didn't mind since it never once put a damper in our sex life and she never paid me much attention when she was there and pretty much kept to herself or was in deep conversation with her mother. Kate and April talked quite a bit but usually when I was doing yard work or fixing things in my workshop.
Kate was quite loud in bed especially when I was licking her pussy. She loved the feel of my tongue on her clit and when she came she was quite vocal even when April was in residence. April never once made any comment or gave any disapproving looks. Kate loved it when I used my tongue making her shake and scream when she would orgasm and get very very wet. She needed the lubrication as my cock though, I am eight inches and it is somewhat wide. The first time I slid my erect penis into Kate she gasped at how much I filled her pussy up, and marveled how much cum I filled her with. As a fifty-year-old man I liked to think I was in impressive ability compared to any thirty-five-year-old guy. Considering that my wife is thirty five and I'm fifty, I'm able to keep well up to expectations.
When April was in her junior year she began showing up a bit more even spending her vacations with us. This was nice for Kate as she was able to really connect with her daughter and she even paid me a little attention.
A week into Aprils fall break she came home and as it was abnormally warm, we dressed accordingly. Kate and April wore what can only be described as matching outfits and when they stood next to each other they almost looked like twins. Both women had medium length brown hair with brown eyes. Both had B cup breasts with nipples that protruded about a half inch and I could clearly see through the light material of their respective shirts. The shirts and shorts they wore made them both look sexy and almost the same age.
I couldn't wait to make love to Kate that night.
When April went out to go to the movies after dinner on the porch in the backyard I went over to Kate gave her a big kiss and told her to relax and I would clean up. She went to lie on the lounge chair in the yard while I picked up and got Kate a fresh glass of wine. I knew what I wanted and I wanted it right there in the back yard. Thank god we live somewhere more remote. I went and kissed Kate and proceeded to make love to her right where she lay. Soon she was moaning as I tongued her clit and as she flooded my face with her juices she pulled me on top of her and told me to fuck her hard. I was happy to comply and soon filled her pussy with my hot cum. We dressed and went inside and watched television until April got home.
After that night April began to be a bit looser with me, I saw her in various states of undress as though she wanted me to see her. She even went so far as to change in her room with the door open knowing I would be walking by after work to get to my room and change. At the time I thought it was all so innocent so I just walked by pretending not to notice. It was hard because she was a mirror image of her mother and her mom was very sexy and I would begin to get hard just at the sight on my naked wife.
April's junior year came and went and she decided she was going to spend the summer with us as she had taken a job nearby until school began again.
By this time April had been so bold as to walk topless to the washer and drier when she was washing her clothes and her mother never complained so who was I to say anything? She worked mostly nights so she sunbathed most days and in our backyard it was so private that April took to sunbathing nude. As much as I enjoyed the sight I was quite turned on and Kate got the best of me when she got home as I usually was so horny by that time I would give her a good licking before I fucked her hard and long before cumming with a renewed vigor I didn't know I possessed.
The middle of July was a busy one for Kate, as she had to make a business trip for at least a week maybe more. I was not looking forward to this as my only relief from my stepdaughters overt sexuality for my benefit was that every night I was able to get a release from fucking her mother. I didn't know what I was going to do except I guess I was going to masturbate a lot.
The first night Kate was gone I tried to ignore April but she just kept flirting and made every excuse she could to parade around naked in front of me. I was hard for hours as I tried to ignore her. It was to no avail as I snuck into my bedroom and closed the door. I began to masturbate slowly trying to think of Kate but with the images of April fresh in my mind, I just kept imagining her stroking my cock. It wasn't long before I felt the cum rising in my balls as I was ready to cum. Then all of a sudden the door opened and in marched April still in her birthday suit. I was taken aback and tried to hide myself as best I could and sitting up I asked: "What do you think your doing barging in here?"
April replied, "I thought I would help with your problem."
I sputtered "What problem would that be?"
"Well you seem to be holding it in your hand!", she had a sort of flare in her eyes saying this.
I replied the only way I could. "I would never betray and cheat on your mother even though I will admit you are very beautiful."
To which April said; "So you would fuck me if mom told you it was alright with her?"
I couldn't answer as I knew this was a no win situation for me if I said anything, but what April did floored me. She sat on the bed next to me and my still stiff cock that refused to go down and picked up the phone and dialed her moms cell number. I was confused and paralyzed with fear as well as excitement.
April began once Kate picked up; "Hi Mom. I just caught daddy masturbating himself and when I asked him if he needed help he said he wouldn't let me without your permission" There was a pause before she said, "OK" and then handed me the phone.
On the other end I was prepared to get scolded but Kate just said; "April has wanted to fuck you for a long time now she told me so. I didn't have to go on this trip but I went because I want you to give April what she wants. It's all right with me as she is an adult now and I don't mind sharing you with her. I know how much she turns you on as you have demonstrated it to me every night when I get home you are practically ready to fuck me before I can get in the door. Don't get me wrong, I love every minute of it. It turns me on too that you find April as attractive as me. So go have fun, I want to hear all about it when I get home." She hung up before I could say anything.
As I hung the phone up April had the biggest grin on her face as she reached for my cock that I still held with my other hand.
I let go of myself with a dumbfounded expression on my face as her hand encircled my stiff member, she gently began stroking me as her other hand reached it closing around my now leaking penis. My precum was leaking from the bulbous head of my cock now purple, as I was so hard I thought it would burst like a balloon. She continued stroking as more and more fluid rose from my balls and coated my cock and her hands.
After a few minutes of this I knew I would cum soon if this went on and since I now had the object of my desire and so many fantasies right before me I couldn't help myself and reached up and pulled her face to mine kissing her deeply. She responded and my hands dropped to her breasts as I gently caressed her now hard nipples then held her whole breast in my hand. It was so soft and firm. Like her mothers only slightly firmer.
I gently lay April down on the bed now never breaking the kiss until she was flat on the bed. Then I began kissing my way down her body stopping at each nipple and sucking it in my mouth and swirling my tongue around the already stiff areola. I gently bit each one and she responded with a moan of pleasure. When I got down to her mound I found a strip of hair that ended just above her slit. I could see she was very wet as I ran my tongue down her slit making sure I ran right over her clit. She moaned her appreciation as I did this. I tasted her wetness and took in her musky scent as I licked my way back up and ran my tongue all around her clitoris without really touching it. As I did this she arched her back to try to thrust her clit onto my tongue.
I slid one hand up to her breast and the other slid slowly tracing a line up her thigh until I was able to insert a finger into her now drenched pussy. As one digit penetrated her pussy my tongue found her clit and she moaned loudly her approval of my actions. I slowly licked her clit, alternating motion and speed. My finger in her pussy continued rubbing her g-spot and I could feel her get more excited as her hips were moving more and more, her pussy was dripping and she had gotten quite loud. I teased her by slowing down and speeding up and I enjoyed this almost as much as she did. I went on and on and she made so much noise, I was glad we were in the bedroom. I know she was enjoying this as I had brought her to the brink quite a few times before backing off only to get her right to the edge again and again. I love doing this because it takes a while and I get turned on so much doing this. When I was ready to make her cum I slowly increased my tempo but never slowed down so soon she was screaming
"Ooooooh my f-f-fucking gawd I am cumming soooo muuuuuch OOOOOOOOOOOOH", it was then I could feel her pussy muscles contract on my fingers and her slick pussy gushed more fluids onto my tongue and hand. Her breathing was so rapid I thought she might pass out but she just kept repeating "oh my god, oh my god" over and over as her orgasm subsided. I was licking her slower making sure her orgasm was kept going until she pushed my face away from her hot sopped cunt.
Without a word I got between her legs and bent down and kissed her with my wet face, with one hand I brushed the tip of my cock up and down her wet slit. I placed the tip right at her entrance and slowly inserted my fat cock in her her pussy. We broke our kiss as I continued to slide my cock inch by inch slowly into her tight wet pussy. It felt so good each inch into her felt like a velvet sleeve that perfectly fit my cock.
When I reach her cervex I pushed further gently and April spoke "Fuck me daddy. Fuck me hard, daddy." She had just started calling me daddy for some reason; she had, before tonight, always referred to me as Ken. Tonight was different. So different.
I slowly pulled out inch by inch to savor the feeling of sliding into my stepdaughter's snug pussy. When I was almost out I thrust back in and began my cadence of fucking her. I increased my speed slowly and since I was so horny before I had almost cum before she walked in on me I knew I wouldn't last long. My speed had increased so that I was fucking her like a piston and she was screaming and returning my every thrust with her own bucking. I felt my cum rising and I told her so. She responded by telling me she was on the pill and she wanted me to cum inside her. I was only too happy to oblige as I spurted again and again into her cunt. After a few thrusts I slowed and my cum began to leak out when I pushed in. I lay on top of her when I had finished pumping my load deep in April's pussy.
That was the first of a long week of fucking, sucking, licking and cumming in, on and with my stepdaughter
When Kate returned I told her all about it and she got so horny when I told her she practically raped me. She told me later that April had told her about her desire for me after witnessing us fuck on the chaise lounge when she had come back because she forgot her uniform. She had watched from her room and masturbated while we fucked and told her mother that when she loved seeing me going down on Kate the most. She loved the fact that I made sure she had cum before I fucked her. She also said I had one of the biggest cocks she had seen and was insanely curious if my wide cock would fit in her own pussy.
Kate for her part promised not to say anything to me and would not mind if April was to fuck me. In fact she even told me that she liked sharing me, it turned her on she said. I was surprised to say the least. Then Kate floored me by telling me I could fuck anyone I wanted as long as I promised to tell her every detail so she could relive it with me.
Well the summer was so much better after that. I alternated between my stepdaughter and my wife and they about wore me out. At my age, once a day is all I can handle though some days I managed to fit both women onto my cock.
Two weeks before April went back to school she had a friend come and visit for a week. My wife also left town for a few days on business. I thought I was going to have to deviate from my routine for a time but I didn't mind too much, I had more sex in the last month than I had since I was in my twenties.
April's friend, Jennifer, arrived the day after Kate left for her trip. She was petite at 5 foot 3 and probably weighed 90 pounds if that. She was skinny but not too skinny. She had nicely proportioned hips for her size and full size c breasts and when she walked in the door in Boy shorts, a white cotton t-shirt and her blonde hair in a pony tail I could see that she must have had all the guys chasing her at college.
When she walked in and her perky breasts hit the air conditioning her nipples got instantly hard and I could clearly see her pencil erasure size buds poking her shirt. She was clearly comfortable with April as she hugged her like a long lost relative. She broke from her hug as April introduced her to me saying.
"Dad, this is my girlfriend and lover Jen." At this last word Jen blushed a deep crimson. April took her by the hand and whisked her away to her room. They emerged a while later dressed in bikinis went to the back yard. I looked out the back yard to see April had removed everything and was rubbing Jen with sun-tan lotion. Jen had kept her bikini on. I thought it prudent to stay away from them for a while.
I made dinner a bit early because I didn't know what to do with myself and I didn't want to intrude on them. I called out back and April said they would be right in. When they walked in the door Jen still had her bikini on and April was nude save for a towel wrapped around her waist. I motioned to April to put on her bikini top to eat dinner and she smiled at me and shook her head no and let me sweat a minute before she went out to the backyard and got dressed anyway.
They both sat down and as we ate our salad and dinner I cooked we made small talk. I asked about Jen's family and her major. We chatted until we finished and I told the girls I would clean up if they wanted to change. I assumed they would go out on the town.
I was even more surprised ten minutes later when they came out of April's room in oversized shirts that they obviously slept in. They sat on the couch and asked if I wanted to watch a movie with them. I wasn't crazy, why wouldn't I want to spend some time with these beauties? April picked out a movie and we sat down to watch. The girls kept whispering but it didn't bother me.
When the movie ended I began to excuse myself when April stopped me and said "Dad, I want you to know I am bisexual and that Jen is my lover." I responded that I assumed that by her introduction.
She went on, "Jen has been a lesbian for as long as she remembers and she has never been with a man" I could see poor Jen was blushing and had averted her eyes from me. "I told her all about you and how wonderful you made me feel. I have fucked more than a few guys and you are by far the best lover I have ever been with" Now I was blushing. April continued "Jen and I both want you to show her how it is supposed to be with a man, would you do that for her?"
I responded the only way I could "That would be entirely up to Jen. If she wants to be with an old guy like me I would be delighted but Jen you have to want to do this. I would love to make love to a beautiful woman like yourself but only if you want it. So I will be going to bed and if you want you can join me anytime and remember I will respect your wishes at any time if you decide to stop."
April protested "Dad you are not an old man and Jen would love to have you make love to her, that's all we talked about this summer and today while sunbathing"
I just said, "Goodnight, you both know where you find me" and I left and went to my bedroom, half nervous but half proud.
I did not expect to see Jen that night or any night as she seemed so embarrassed by the whole conversation, blushing and looking down. I was almost asleep when the door opened and I could see Jen in her large sleep shirt as she snuck in the room. She stood at the foot of the bed and looked at me when I opened my eyes.
"I hope you don't mind I only came in here because April insisted. I don't know what you expect but I am not sure I want to do anything" she shifted from hip to hip awkwardly.
I replied, "Jen sit down and relax, I really didn't expect to see you. You looked like you didn't want any part of what April planned. I know a beautiful young woman like you would rather have someone your own age rather than an old man like me."
Jen responded, "You're not old! It's just that I am a virgin and I am not sure I want to change that right now."
I chuckled and said, "That makes sense. Relax would never do anything that you didn't want. I have a wife that I love and have plenty of great sex with. April has just been lucky to be a part of that. I don't want you to feel you have to do anything you don't want to. Go back to April and tell her I wasn't interested, she will understand."
Jen shot back "No she won't, she knows that you want me. I don't want her to get mad at me."
"Well then just sit beside me and we will watch TV and you can leave and tell her anything you want, I will back you up."
Jen sat down next to me and since I was under the sheet she sat on top smoothing her long shirt down her legs. She smiled and softly said, "Thanks."
We engaged in small talk for the next half hour or so and Jen got more relaxed and opened up to me. She told me how April and her got together and how they discovered she liked woman more than men. She went on to tell me her first kiss with a boy he forced himself on her and she just slapped him and ran off. After that she took a long time to trust any one guy. Jen said she always had an attraction to girls and found she really liked kissing them, their soft lips and gentle ways. Pretty soon with the conversation turning more sexual I asked her what happened to make April think she wanted to be with me?
She said, "We had been talking about sex and who we had been with. April had fucked a few guys in college and she said it was nothing too special. So we talked about the girls we had sex with. Then when April came home for vacation she told me she and you had sex and she said it was the best sex with a man she has ever had. She told me she had never orgasmed as much though it was different than when we had sex. She insisted that if I ever wanted to lose my virginity that her stepdad should be the one to deflower me. I thought about it for a while and I came to visit because I had decided that I wanted to do it. But when I arrived here I guess I just chickened out. That's when April forced me to come in here."
I told her she was in charge of what she waned to do and I wouldn't touch her. She smiled and looked over at my crotch, which by all the talk had gotten me hard and the sheet was a tent. She laughed and said, "I see you are turned on by our little chat. Can I see your penis I have never seen one in real life?' I pulled the sheet back and exposed my hard cock to her. I saw her eyes widen as my fat 8-inch cock sprang into view.
Now intrigued and a little shy again she asked if she could touch me. I of course had no objections. She reached over and like one would pet a cat stroked my cock from the top down the shaft. My cock twitched in response. She giggled and then I told her she should grab it and rub it up and down, that's what I liked. She wrapped one hand halfway around my penis with her small hand and from the top she pulled my foreskin down exposing my bulbous purple head. As she did this I moaned, she smiled and continued and spoke;
"Wow, it's so soft and hard at the same time. I like how it's warm and so soft." As soon as she spoke my cock throbbed with a load of pre-cum, it dribbled from the tip and over the head of my cock and ran down the shaft. She recoiled at first but I explained that I was so turned on that's why it was happening. I told her she should use my pre-cum to rub in my cock it would make it feel better causing less friction. She reached back and began to stroke my cock again and when anther dribble of pre-cum came out she used her hand and rubbed it all over my cock now using both her hands to surround my cock.
Then she asked "What does it taste like, is it anything like your sperm?", I told her to taste it if she wanted so she took one finger and touched just the tip of her tongue. She smiled as she said, "It tastes familiar but a bit salty."
She went back to stroking and by this time I was really dribbling a lot now. I told her to take her finger and rub it up my penis on the backside and over the head of my cock and back. I groaned in appreciation as she did this.
She smiled and then I said "Are you enjoying this?" She nodded "Is this turning you on?" I could see her crotch with her panties were visibly wet. So I knew the answer already. When she nodded yes I took it from there and told her would like to return the favor. She let me take off her shirt and after I could see her perfect pear shaped breasts each with a pink nipple the size of a quarter and her nipples were hard like pencil eraser's. I gently caressed each breast and gently pushed her onto her back. She released my cock but wasn't paying attention because of the pleasure my hands on her breasts and my gentle pinching of her nipples. She cooed as I played with her breasts and nipples. When she was flat on the bed I slowly ran my hands down over her stomach and then onto her hips. My fingers hooked the sides of her panties and she lifted her ass as I slid her panties off her and down her legs.
I caressed her legs while I removed her panties and I could hear her moan almost imperceptibly as I did this. I then bent over and kissed first one nipple then the other as I swirled my tongue over each nipple I could feel her body respond to my touch. I went up and kissed her gently on the lips. She responded to my gentle kiss as I moved down and kissed my way down her body stopping at her breasts only to keep her nipples hard then I went over her stomach and up to her pubic mound. At first glance I thought she was shaved bald but the truth was she had the finest blonde hair covering her pubic mound and on her pussy lips. It was so light and fine as to almost disappear against her alabaster skin. I could see her pussy lips parted slightly and that she was wet. I could smell a slight musky scent and I knew she was ready. I moved between her legs, which she parted for me without comment and I lay between her legs facing her. I kissed my way up to her pussy right up each leg kissing gently each side until my nose was brushing against her pubic hair. When I did that she shuddered slightly. I could see her wetness increasing as I took in her scent I slowly licked my way from bottom to the top splitting her already parted lips with my tongue. She moaned so low I almost missed it but I knew she was enjoying my slow approach.
As I ran my tongue over her clit she jumped slightly. I licked all around and slid one hand up to her breasts while I used the other to insert a finger into her well-lubed pussy. She was softly moaning while I continued to lick all around her clit. My finger found her g-spot and I could feel her pussy getting wetter as I continued to lick her clit and massage her g-spot. My other hand was alternating between her breasts making sure was enjoying herself. I could tell she was really turned on and not surprised she wasn't screaming she seemed to be the type that held her voice down but her body was telling me she was enjoying my ministrations. I was licking her clit faster and faster while my two hands were busy doing their job and soon her moans were soft but constant. I knew she was cumming when her pussy began to contract around my finger and her moans were muted almost like she was biting her lip to keep from shouting. I continued my onslaught of her clitoris her contractions continued while I licked faster and harder then slowed slightly and then repeated it all the while rubbing her g-spot. I continued this for quite while until she pushed my head away. She was breathing very hard and she breathily said;
"Oh my god I have never came like that ever and I couldn't take it anymore. I just kept cumming and cumming I can't believe it." I looked up at her from between her legs and smiled as she rambled on. I let her do that until she noticed I was listening to every word. She stopped and laughed at herself suddenly aware of what she was doing. Then she looked at me square in the eye and said "I want to lose my virginity to you. Please"
I got up on my knees and crawled over to my bed stand and opened it to find a rubber. She asked what I was doing and after I told her she told me 'you don't need that, I am on the pill" I said, "Why would you be on the pill you told me you have never been with a guy?"
"Oh I have been on the pill since I was sixteen to control my periods. The doctor told me getting my period once a year wasn't too healthy at my age so he put me on the pill to regulate me." she responded.
I got back between her legs and knelt down and began to lie onto her. I used one hand to rub the tip of my cock up and down her slick slit. I looked at her and asked if she was ready. She said "yes"
So with that I slowly pushed the purple tip of my leaking cock into her pussy. Each inch I pushed in felt like heaven as her cunt enveloped my cock like it was made for it. I knew from our earlier conversation I wouldn't encounter any hymen as she and April had used dildos and vibrators on each other. Soon I was all the way in and Jen had her head thrown back and she was whispering to no one that it felt so good. I felt that my cock in her velvet sheath so tight and slick was so warm and wet and I knew I wouldn't last too long. So I pulled out slowly and began thrusting in and out slow at first then with increasing speed. I was in heaven and I knew she was enjoying it too. I could see her biting her lip now as she made quite the effort to keep quiet. I chuckled to myself and continued thrusting.
All of a sudden Jen stopped me. She said "Can we do it doggie style? When April and I use my strap on, that way feels best."
I was ready to pop and I was happy to pause and prolong this pleasure a bit longer. I pulled out and she turned over waved her incredible ass in my face. I was going to enjoy this I knew but I didn't know how long I would last. I found her slit and again penetrated her pussy sliding all the way in one stroke. I knew I was deeper when she grunted as I reached bottom and I felt my cock brush past her cervix. I began pumping her pussy at a steady pace because I wanted to prolong this feeling as long as I could. She began moaning a bit louder and soon I felt her pussy contract around my cock, as I knew she was cumming again. This brought me almost to the edge and I told her that I was going to cum very quickly.
She surprised me again when she said, "Can I watch you cum I have never seen a man cum?" who was I to refuse? I pulled out and lay down on the bed and she crawled between my legs as I reached to grab my wet cock to stroke the cum out of it. She saw what I was doing and took over to my delight. I told her that if she stroked and rubbed her finger like she had when she tasted my pre cum I would cum real quick. She did as she was told and my balls tightened as I felt my cum rise. I warned her but she was very shocked at the speed which that first rope of white jism spurt forth right above her head and landed in her hair, the next stream of cum hit her forehead as she was looking right down my pee hole. It ran down her nose and dripped off. The next few just landed on her throat and chest and coated her breasts as she continued to stroke my cock like an expert draining my spurting cock of its prize. I looked up to see her face and chest covered in my cum. I gave her a huge load and she loved it as she was smiling broadly. I laughed and told her I would get her a towel.
We lay down together now and she lay beside me and rested her head on my chest so with one hand I could hold her as she lay on her side. I pulled the sheet over us both and held her close to me she settled in and got comfortable.
I then asked, "So was it what you expected?"
Jen said "Nothing like I expected, so much better. When April and I use the dildo it feels good but your cock just seems like it belongs in me. It hits all the spots that feel good even better because it doesn't feel hard but it is. I can't explain how it just feels so good yet I don't feel like I am bruised. Sometimes if we play to hard it can hurt inside but you were going harder that April ever had but I only felt pleasure no pain at all. In fact I had such an intense orgasm when you were fucking me from behind I thought I was going to pass out." Then she said, "When can we do it again?"
I laughed and told her "I am not as young as I used to be. I can only get it up once maybe twice a day and that's only after some rest."
She asked eagerly, "How much rest?"
I chuckled as I said "A few hours at least." But she was lying there with her eyes closed and nodding to my voice. Soon we both fell asleep.
I woke up the next morning with my usual piss hard on with Jen curled up against me in the same spot as I remember from the night before. She looked so sweet and happy I didn't want to disturb her. I slowly moved her and got out of bed and went into the master bathroom and began to relieve myself. I was pissing and my hard on had gone down so that my cock was normal size when Jen walked in and said "Can I watch?'"
"You are already." I said as she stared at my flaccid cock pissing into the toilet.
After finishing I brushed my teeth while Jen watched. She needed to pee too and even after the night before she was to shy and waited until I left and closed the door before I heard her peeing herself. I lay down in bed pulling the covers over me and admired Jen's naked body when she walked out of the bathroom. She looked down as I watched her still shy and asked me what I was looking at. I could only say "You! You are absolutely beautiful. I get so turned on seeing you naked."
Jen then said, "You don't look too turned on right now," as she ripped back the sheet to expose my flaccid penis. Then she asked "Why is it so small it was so big last night?"
'Well" I responded "I can't be hard all the time this is the way it is before I get hard."
"Can I watch it get hard? I nave never seen a penis get hard."
Again who was I to refuse this gorgeous young woman? I said sure but I want you to do it and I need some inspiration so I want you to sit on my face and I will lick your pussy to turn me on and you can do anything to my cock you want."
She couldn't hop on my face quickly enough as I place a pillow under my head to get a better angle to lick her pussy. She placed her pussy right onto my tongue right after I told her to suck as much of my cock into her mouth and she could feel it get hard.
She did just that getting two or three inches in her mouth. When her warm wet mouth surrounded my cockhead and her lips had pushed my foreskin back I began to grow immediately. I was getting turned on quickly and soon I popped out of her mouth. My cockhead full erect was too large for her to get into her mouth so she licked it like a lollipop while I licked her clit furiously. I could feel my first pre-cum rising and she lapped it up and continued to lick all around as my cock began leaking like a slow running faucet. Her hips were grinding into my face, as my hands were each rubbing her breasts and nipples. She orgasmed I know because I felt her muscles contract and her pussy juices flooded my face and mouth. I knew I wouldn't last much longer so I told her so. She stopped and said I want you to fuck me again.
I felt so comfortable so I suggested she get on top on me. She readily agreed and soon she was perched above my stiff cock and was lowering herself onto my cock, which was still leaking. She just rubbed the pre-cum onto her pussy and lowered herself onto me. She went slowly and enjoyed her pace as much as I did. When she hit bottom she placed both her hands on my stomach and used me to steady herself as she rose before plunging herself back onto me. She started going faster and faster and I could hear her breath quicken and moan softly. I could tell she was getting tired so I pulled her down onto my chest and started thrusting into her. I got going faster than she had and soon she was making sounds like she was cumming. I knew I was close too and I told her she just said, "don't stop!"
I was pistoning in and out of her pussy so fast and when I felt her pussy clamp down and release my cock in her orgasm I went over the edge. I came so hard and I slowed while I emptied my balls deep in this young blondes tight pussy. I felt some of my cum overflow down my shaft as I stroked in and out cumming. I held her tight as my orgasm subsided. I could feel her pussy grip my cock and I stayed somewhat hard and inside of her pussy. The warm wet feeling was indescribable. We lay that way it seemed like an hour.
The door to my bedroom swung open and with my cock still buried in Jen cunt with our juices running down my balls April announced, "So that's where you are. I see you have lost your virginity."
Jen sat up and got off of me releasing my cock. She went over and kissed April and said "Thanks for sharing your dad with me. I am so glad I did it he was so patient and let me go at my pace. He never made me do anything I didn't want to do."And with a sly smile she said "I might have to trade you in for your dad" They laughed and April stepped back for a moment. She looked down to see my huge load of cum just running down Jens slim thighs.
With that April took off her nightshirt and said, "I guess we need to clean you up. Dad, do you mind if we use your shower?" I nodded and as they walked into the bathroom I put on shorts and a t-shirt and went to the kitchen to cook breakfast. I thought they would be a while but the shower only went for ten minutes and they spent only fifteen more minutes dressing before they came out to the kitchen. Well they didn't spend too much time dressing as they both had their bikini bottoms on without any top. So I finished making breakfast while staring at two sets of beautiful young breasts that looked so inviting. We ate and chatted like nothing happened and if anyone walked in they wouldn't have thought anything except for the two topless twenty one year old women sitting at the table.
Kate came home that night and after being teased all day by two nubile young ladies I was happy to see her. I regaled her with what happened after we retired to our bedroom and she practically raped me. I came so hard in my wife that night that my balls hurt. As we lay in our bed after our lovemaking we both could hear April screaming in orgasm in the next room, we smiled and went to sleep.
April and Jen Graduated in June and moved in together. They were only an hour's drive from us so we saw them more often and though I loved having sex with both of them they were content with each other. My wife was always home when they visited and I usually got to fuck them both on my birthday and my wife watched us. That was a great turn on for me and I could always look up and she would be furiously masturbating while we were going at it on the bed.
After three years together both girls moved into the next town from us and came over on my birthday to celebrate and tell us about their move. We were delighted because we loved them both and they were happy together. At this point I had been having sex with them only on my birthday. This birthday proved to be the most memorable. They not only announced they were moving closer but the girls wanted me to sleep with both of them at the same time not separately like we had always done before.
I was in trouble but I loved it. I had both of them together and at one point I was able to fuck one then hop over and fuck the other. When I was ready to cum April told me to cum deep in Jen and she wanted to watch. I emptied my cum in her pussy to overflowing and after they lay down with a hot young body on each side of me. We fell asleep that way. I was woken up in the middle of the night to Jen and April sucking me hard. Then I was told that Jen wanted me to cum in April this time. I did as asked and deposited another load deep in April's cunt.
The girls moved and settled in and at thanksgiving they came over to celebrate. When the girls came in they both gave me a big hug and kiss and said love you daddy. They both had taken to call me daddy by this point. I noticed at this time that both were gaining a little weight. I assumed they both had not been working out as much. I didn't say anything until at the dinner table after we had finished dessert April and Jen got up and came around and stood in front of me. They both lifted their shirts showing their stomachs and at the same time said "Daddy were pregnant!"
I was delighted, as they obviously wanted me to be. I assumed they had gone to a clinic or something but they just continued after a pause and stated "Daddy, you are the father! We got pregnant on your birthday and we are so glad it's your baby we are having."
I didn't know what to say at this point but they just threw their arms around me and kissed me. |
Step By Step Ch. 03 | 44,734 | 4.66 | 527,172 | [
"lesbian first time"
] | At a little past eleven o'clock the two women were making their way home from the pub. It had been a good evening; they'd done well in the quiz and had a good laugh. It turned out that Sam was one of the regulars and they had met up with her friends and been in good company all night. As they made their way down the badly lit streets Helen realised they were holding hands. It had seemed so natural she hadn't even realised it at the time and now, well it still felt right.
However, all was not well with Helen. The nearer she got to home the more her anxiety grew about where her relationship with Sam was going. She'd been foolishly indulgent, she'd let Sam sweet talk her into behaving appallingly, into letting her base desires get the better of her moral upbringing. Her curiosity had got control of her and she'd behaved abominably, rutting with Sam like some sort of animal. And then, in the heat of the moment, she'd agreed to more, agreed to return the favour. As they turned the corner into their street she began to panic; what if Sam wanted them to go to bed together now? What if she insisted? They drew up outside their adjoining front doors.
"Thanks, Helen; it's been a lovely evening. I have enjoyed myself." Sam turned to Helen and gave her a demure kiss on the cheek. It was as if their session in bed had never happened.
"I had fun too," Helen replied slightly shaken at being let off the hook.
"Come round tomorrow night," Sam went on. "Nothing fancy; I'll cook something nice and we'll get a DVD from Blockbusters."
"Are you sure?" Helen asked. "I don't want to take up all your time."
"Don't be silly, I want you to take up all my time. I like having you around, I wouldn't have offered otherwise. Just bring yourself and a bottle of white wine. I'll do the rest."
"I'd love to. See you tomorrow then." Helen reached for her front door key.
"Yeah, see you tomorrow," Sam echoed and the two women went inside their respective houses.
Helen snuggled up in bed and thought about the evening. It wasn't that going out with Sam had been that special, it was just a pub quiz after all, but any time spent with Sam seemed to make everything special. It had been fun meeting her friends, a very mixed bunch with varying sexual orientation but they seemed to have accepted her as one of their own without any questions. They'd had a good laugh along with the friendly rivalry of the quiz and she'd gained kudos when she had been the only one who'd known that Juliet was a Capulet, not a Montague.
That led on to the far more complex issue of what had happened earlier in Sam's bedroom. Much as she'd like to, Helen couldn't lay the blame on Sam; she, herself, had started it by trying on the cuffs in the first place. She also knew that, had she really objected, that Sam would never have gone so far without her consent, that, bound or not, it hadn't been rape. But maybe rape was what she wanted. With a jolt of comprehension Helen realised that the thought of being raped, of being ravished, of being taken was deeply, darkly, disturbingly thrilling; it sent shivers though her body, shivers which centred in her groin. A kaleidoscope of images went through her mind, images of being bound, held, forced open, forced to perform unspeakable acts; and, far from horrifying her, these images were turning her on, making her hot, making her heart race. Look at her response to being chained; never before had she climaxed, never before had she felt the way she had as Sam had brought her to orgasm and she was perceptive enough to realise that it hadn't just been Sam's busy fingers, it had been the restraining cuffs and Sam's words as well. Whether she liked it or not, now that he had tasted it, she wanted, nay needed, to feel like that again.
And in the middle of all these thoughts was Sam, sweet Sam. She'd been brought up to think of women like Sam, and some of her friends from the pub, as perverts, as dirty, as unworthy, as unsafe to leave around children and, now that she was beginning to get to know them, Helen's mind revolted at such thoughts. If neither Sam nor her friends were perverts then maybe... maybe this deep desire within her wasn't so evil either... As long as it was with Sam... Sam would understand, she could trust Sam... Her eyes closed and she drifted off to sleep.
The next evening, on her way home from work, Helen got off the bus one stop early so as to pass by the off license. She picked out a Chilean Chardonnay which seemed to fit the bill and hurried back to put it in the fridge. Then she went upstairs to bathe and get changed. As she poured some bath oils into to foaming water she felt a bit silly getting all dressed up just to go round for dinner and she didn't want to over do it but she did want to look her best. She had even nipped out in her lunch break and bought a new matching set of bra and panties, not that Sam would see them, would she?
Dressed at last, she looked at herself in the mirror, wondering how Sam could possibly describe her as 'attractive'. Still, the light cotton dress she'd chosen was quite flattering and she didn't look too bad. She went downstairs, grabbed the wine from the fridge and headed round to Sam's. When she got there the front door was ajar and her knock was answered by a shout from the kitchen to come on through. There she found Sam busy with Salmon steaks in a white sauce, new potatoes and petit pois. Helen put the wine in the fridge and asked how she could help.
There was an easy harmony as the two women worked together, laying the table, cooking the food, pouring the wine. Helen found she could relax and just be herself without having to watch out for the gaffes she sometimes made which, when she had been living with Rob, he had been so quick to pounce on. It wasn't just that Sam didn't criticise, she also made it clear that she found Helen interesting and her views worth listening and that, in itself, made Helen feel valued and appreciated.
After the meal they went through to the lounge; Sam sorted out the DVD and they sat together, side by side on the sofa. It had been a long week and an exhausted Helen was glad that they were not going out on the town; it felt good to slip off her shoes and slide her feet onto the cushions next to her and, if that meant she was leaning up against Sam, well, that's what friends do, isn't it? The film was engrossing and Helen hardly noticed when Sam shifted slightly, slipping her arm around Helen's shoulders; there was something about the physical contact that felt safe, reassuring, and, when Sam started stroking Helen's hair, that was good as well.
The film finished and Sam, without moving more than was necessary reached for the remotes, turned the TV off and put on some soft music. Then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, she reached down and kissed Helen gently on the lips. Without even thinking about it Helen responded, turning her head to meet Sam's, parting her lips, surrendering. The film, the wine, and now the music had all added together to relax Helen into a semi hypnotic state where any qualms about what she was doing were simply meaningless. Furthermore the kiss was electric; Helen felt as if every nerve in her body was alive. The soft, tender touch of lip upon lip was somehow magnified, the room swam and she felt a little giddy. With no rush, no hurry and definitely not breaking the kiss, Sam slid down until they were lying together, side by side, along the sofa.
With the change in position came a change in approach. Sam now moved on to kissing Helen's neck, throat and shoulders, teasing at the skin, each touch awakening an ever growing need within Helen. The dress was, like everything else in Helen's wardrobe, somewhat demure and its limited neckline was restricting the areas Sam could get at. As Sam reached for her collar to gently pull the material aside her arm brushed against Helen's breasts, adding their message to the tumult within.
Helen's head leant back, offering herself to Sam's roving kisses, wanting more, wanting something to satisfy the growing frustration inside. Sam, sweet Sam, was being kind, being gentle, when what she wanted was to be taken, ravaged. The soft tender kisses had set her on fire, a fire that could only be quenched by passion. Again and again the material was pushed to one side but, even stretched to the limit, it still restricted Sam's kisses. Eventually Helen couldn't stand the frustration any more.
"Please, please, Sam..." Helen's voice pleaded.
"What's up?" Sam asked as she lifted herself up by her arms, looking down on Helen who reached up and grasped the neckline of her dress with both hands.
"Please, Sam..." Helen repeated as, with a sharp tug, she ripped the neck of her dress open, tearing the flimsy material.
"Is this what you want?" Sam asked as she reached down and finished the job, tearing the dress right down to the waistline.
"Yes. Yes, please, Mistress." Helen whispered in response.
Sam took Helen's wrists and held them above her head. Then, her access now unrestrained, returned to kissing Helen's body. Any remnants of the dress were torn away and the flimsy bra was pushed up exposing Helen's breasts. Sam teased at the nipples with her lips and then with her teeth, gradually increasing the pressure until it caused Helen to cry out. The sharp stabbing pain was sending lightning bolts through her, lightning bolts which ran straight to her groin. Although Sam was no longer actually holding her wrists Helen could no more move her arms than if they were held there by steel hawsers, she was so deep in the moment. Then, just as it all reached a crescendo, Sam stopped and knelt up, her knees straddling her victim.
"And now it's my turn." She said as she stripped off her tee shirt and bra. "Show me how much you want to kiss my breasts."
Sam leant forward, grasping Helen's wrists, once again holding them above her head. This very movement had done half the work, her breasts were already poised over Sam's head and it was a simple movement to lower herself so that her right breast was offered to Helen's waiting mouth.
The last time Helen had had her lips around a nipple it had been as a baby at her mother's teat. Now she was feeding a very different appetite. Unsure of exactly what she was supposed to do she tried to imagine what she would want if the roles were reversed, tenderly teasing out the nipple with her lips, feeling it harden and lengthen. Softly she grasped it with her teeth, trying to gauge just how hard to grasp, and she was rewarded with a whispered 'that's right -- like that' from Sam who was increasingly working her groin against Helen, her physical response a more certain indicator than her words could ever be. It wasn't long, however, before Sam pulled away and with and imperious 'Bed! Now!' stood up, and, taking Helen by the hand, almost dragged her off upstairs.
As soon as they got there Sam grabbed Helen passionately tearing off the remnants of her dress, removing her bra and sliding down her panties. Then she almost threw Helen onto the bed before sliding down her own jeans and panties and climbing onto the bed to straddle her. For a moment or two their eyes locked and there seemed to be an understanding that somewhere within the role play there were two people who cared very much for each other, that wanted to share something special.
Slowly Helen raised her arms above her head and glanced across at the cuffs hanging from the hook. Sam bent down and kissed her.
"Not tonight." She whispered. "Let's see what it's like without the cuffs."
Again Sam started kissing Helen, starting with her lips and moving south. Helen had never felt anything like this before, the symphony of kisses ranging from the lightest touch of a butterfly's wing to the violent edge of passion, but, more than that, it was where she was being kissed. Her neck, her shoulders, her torso, her belly, her arms, her legs; in fact anywhere except for her breasts and groin were covered and Helen was discovering whole new areas which seemed to be directly connected to her core by networks of tiny golden wires, each one singing its own tune of pleasure.
And then Sam started to concentrate on the tops of her thighs, the bottom of her belly, moving ever closer to her centre. It was obvious where this was leading and Helen was getting increasingly apprehensive. Oral sex had always been firmly one of the 'thou shall not's, a degrading act performed by perverts. Rob had tried to get her to do it and she'd always refused. Surely thought Helen she can't be going to kiss me there? It's not clean, it's where I pee from, it's disgust...
With a shock Helen felt her labia eased apart and, except for her submissive role, she would have objected. However, those objections were soon pushed away as wave upon wave of exquisite sensation flowed through her body. Yesterday Sam's fingers had been bliss, today her tongue was on a different level altogether. Nothing could have prepared her for just how wonderful this felt. Unbidden her arms dropped from above her head and she caressed her rib cage, her sides, her breasts. She could hardly believe the intensity, the power the feeling of being overwhelmed that was centred around her groin. Sam's tongue had settled down to a steady rhythm and each beat of that drum was pushing her higher, higher until it became almost unbearable, a tension that had to give, a pressure that couldn't be resisted, she was losing control, and then...
"Oh My God! Oh, Sam! Oh, Yes! Oh, Yes! Oh YESSSS!!" The wave broke, Helen arched her back as years and years of suppressed emotion welled from her. For a moment or two all she was aware of was an ecstatic state of paradise, Sam's fingers had been good but this was better, so much better... until, unable to hold it any longer she let the wave break and sank back down onto the bed.
Slowly she recovered full consciousness to find Sam lying beside her, holding her, stroking her hair.
"Wow, that was... that was..." Helen was still overcome by emotions.
"Shhh..." Sam replied. "I think the whole street knows just how good that one was."
"Oh my God! Was I loud?" Helen replied, horrified.
"Just a bit, but don't worry about it. Anyway, get your breath back and then it's my turn."
Helen was overtaken by another rash of nerves. Lying there whilst Sam had kissed her 'down there' had been one thing, she could, at least, pretend that it was being forced on her but now it was going to be the other way around. She could see that this was only fair, that to refuse would be not only churlish but selfish as well, but kissing someone where they peed, surely that would be disgusting.
"Sam, I don't think I can?" she said hesitantly.
"Oh? Why not?" Sam asked.
"It's just... It's just... I don't know how." There, she'd found the perfect excuse.
"Well I'm just going to have to teach you then," Sam countered.
"Look, Sam, I know you've just done it but it feels wrong, it will be all yucky, kissing where you pee. I don't think I can." Helen felt as if she was being forced into a corner.
"You don't know what it tastes like, do you?" Sam was obviously not going to let this one go.
"No, of course not," Helen replied.
"Then why don't you find out? Look, let's make this easy, have a taste first. Put your finger inside me and then see what it's like." Sam's voice was firm, she wasn't going to take no for an answer.
"But..." Helen prevaricated, trying to put off the inevitable.
"Look, you're new, you're nervous, so I'm being easy on you but if you don't do as your told right now I'll put you over my knee and spank you till you scream and you'll still have to do it. Is that understood?" This time the edge of steel was all too apparent.
"Yes, Mistress," Helen replied meekly.
Sam rolled onto her back and took Helen's hand, sliding it down her tummy moving towards her groin. Tentatively Helen continued, pushing past Sam's pubic hairs, feeling for her labia and, having found them, slipping her forefinger between the fleshy folds. It took an effort of will to continue; she had never touched another woman like this before, after all she had hardly touched herself like this beyond the requirements of hygiene and, as her finger probed inside, she was surprised to find out how slippery it all was.
"Go on, further than that," Sam urged. Helen complied, feeling with her finger the entrance to Sam's vagina and slipping in as far as her first knuckle. It felt pleasantly strange, warm and smooth; she even probed around a bit, pushing her finger just a little further in.
"There, that wasn't too hard was it? Ok, now it's time to have a taste. See how 'yucky' it really is." Helen took Karen's wrist, removed her hand and brought it up to her face. Karen's eyes met Sam's and she reached out with her tongue and licked the very tip of her finger.
"More than that. Go on, really have a taste." Sam was relentless.
Helen took the plunge and licked her finger properly. There was a certain animal quality but it wasn't as bad as she had expected and it certainly didn't taste of pee.
"Well, does it taste 'yucky'?" Sam inquired.
"No. Sorry, Sam, it's not yucky at all." Helen replied.
Sam just gestured with her eyes and Helen slid down the bed until her head was over Sam's groin. Here the earthy animal smell was stronger but she couldn't back out now, she was too much under the thrall of Sam's threat. Furthermore, the more she progressed, the more it seemed to be right; she had slid right off the end of the bed and was on her knees, on her knees in front of her captor and about to perform 'unspeakable' acts under duress. She bent her head forward and set to work.
At first Helen just kissed the outer lips, keeping her own lips closed, nervous about taking the plunge but she felt a deep sense of being 'in role', a role she had never really known before but one she now felt she was born to play. Here, knelt before her cruel captor, she had no option but to obey and her role as supplicant was to worship or pay the price. Cautiously she eased apart the outer lips with her tongue. Here the taste was far stronger than it had been on her finger but it was curiously intoxicating; each time she failed to be revolted made the next taste that bit easier and she found herself searching out the nooks and crannies, wanting more.
Remembering what Sam had done for her, what had felt good, what had worked, she searched out Sam's clitoris, licking it gently with the tip of her tongue. An 'Ooh, yes, that's good, like that but a bit harder' from Sam told her she was on the right tracks and she increased the pressure as Sam had demanded. The more she worked the more swollen the nub of Sam's clitoris got and the easier it was to do. Occasionally Sam would urge her to go harder but there were far easier signs that she was doing the right thing; Sam was far from still, her muscles tensed and relaxed as the waves within her rose and fell and, from time to time, she would give a groan of 'Oh, Yes!' or little cries of pleasure. Helen could feel that Sam was getting close, that there was a tension inside her which was demanding release and when Sam reached down and grasped her head she realised she was right on the edge so she increased the intensity until she was rewarded with a massive groan of pleasure as Sam climaxed.
Neither woman moved for a while, Sam laid full length on the bed catching her breath, Helen still on her knees at the foot of the bed. Then Sam rolled over, saw Helen, and demanded she get back on the bed for a hug. She pulled aside the duvet allowing the two women to snuggle down beneath it; they didn't need the warmth but it added to the intimacy.
"So, how do you like licking pussy?" Sam teased after they had kissed for a while. "You're not bad for a beginner."
Now that the heat of the moment was over Helen was feeling shy again and she couldn't look Sam in the eye. Once again she'd allowed Sam to take advantage of her, no, that wasn't right, she had been a more than willing victim from the start. She'd even ripped her own dress apart; how could she have done that? Now, here she was, naked and in bed, cuddling under the covers. Sam drew back a bit and, putting her fingers under Helen's chin, lifted her head so that their eyes met.
"What's up, Helen? Second thoughts?" she asked softly.
"I don't know, Sam," Helen replied. "It all seemed to happen so quickly."
"Do you know your problem?" Sam continued. "You're scared of what you like. You've so much nonsense in your head that it gets in the way of what your body's saying. And what about earlier, ripping your own dress open, almost begging me to cuff you. You weren't so unsure then, were you?"
"No, I wasn't, but I got carried away, I wasn't thinking," Helen replied.
"No, you weren't thinking, you were feeling; that's the point. And you loved every minute of it, didn't you? Be honest." Sam was more insistent.
"I... I... Yes, Sam, I did." Helen went to drop her head again in shame but Sam held it steady.
"Well, I can see what you like, what it is you want, what it is that turns you on and I've just set myself a target and that's to be your teacher, to show you, whether you like it or not, what it is that makes you tick. I'm the teacher, you're the pupil and, if you don't do as I say I might have to punish you, but that's part of what you like, isn't it?"
"I... I don't know." Helen was getting quite scared. Had Sam seen through her quite so easily.
"Oh yes you do. Now, repeat after me -- 'You're the teacher, I'm the pupil and I must do as you say'." The edge of steel had returned to Sam's voice.
"You're the teacher; I'm the pupil and I must do as you say," Helen said eventually.
"Quite right, and lesson one is to come here and give me another kiss. We've a whole lot more love making to do before it's time for sleep." Sam gathered Helen into her arms and they kissed, deep and passionately. |
Still Waters | 4,235 | 4.7 | 2,160,463 | [
"mothers",
"wives",
"women"
] | It was a warm June morning in a leafy South London suburb; the children had left for school and Sarah Walters, forty six years old, but still looking thirty, was preparing for her husband's return from visiting his factory in Manchester. She had been expecting her husband to 'pop in' on his way to work, spending a blissful hour or two with her, to make up for his three nights away. It was kind of a ritual now; she would send the children to school, then shower, dressing in a clean t shirt and jeans, awaiting Joe's return and the inevitable burst of passion that involved. When she heard the bell ring she almost sprinted to the door, it had been a long lonely three days. Opening the door she was surprised to see two uniformed policewomen standing there. They introduced themselves, presenting their warrant cards and asked to come in. Confused and distracted she stood aside and allowed them in. She shut the door and took them into the lounge wondering what was wrong.
Having sat her down, one asked where the kitchen was and if she wanted tea. She was now completely confused and uneasy, but she directed the policewoman to the kitchen. The other officer came and sat with her on the sofa. Taking her hand she explained that there had been an accident involving her husband Joe; it had been fatal. Her brain raced, this couldn't be true. Joe wasn't dead; how could he be dead? No it was not possible; she tried to take that in, surely it was a mistake? The policewoman explained that they had found Joe's wallet and other ID on the body. They had also found his phone and the ICE entry in his diary. There were two numbers, they had traced these back and that's why they were here.
Whose was the other number, she wanted to know. They said it was his mother probably and that officers were on their way to let her know. Sarah explained that Joe's mother had been placed in a care home several years ago and his only other relative was his sister; who she explained, lived in Australia on a sheep farm. The Policewoman was very kind and assured Sarah that it was probably a mistake, perhaps an old entry. Anyway she would stay with Sarah for a while, whilst she tried to rearrange her life following the accident. Sarah said that she would call her mother who lived nearby and she would come round to help her. The other officer reappeared and placed cups of tea for them on the coffee table next to the sofa. She asked to speak to the other officer and they left the room briefly. Returning the officer resumed her seat and took Sarah's hand again. She looked troubled and Sarah was filled with foreboding.
The officer wanted to know what Joe did and did he have premises in Manchester? Sarah said yes, he was the Managing Director of a successful plastics fabricating company and yes they had a plant in Manchester. Joe split his week between here, in Surbiton South London and the plant in Manchester. He stayed in a guesthouse up there with a nice elderly couple and had done so for years. He spent roughly three days a week up north and the other three days here, with the other day lost in traveling. The officer nodded and left things at that. When Sarah's Mum arrived the policewoman left, leaving Sarah with her contact details.
The next week was a blur, with relatives to advise and the funeral to arrange, although there would be an Inquest, which could delay this, but it was expected to be quick and simple. Two days later another officer arrived. She sat Sarah down with her mother beside her and asked more bewildering questions. How long had they been married? Was Joe ever unfaithful to her? Had he had affairs, would she know if he had? Sarah was shocked. She and Joe had been married for seventeen years; he was a rock steady husband and father. They had two children aged fifteen and thirteen. She had never had any cause to be suspicious of him. She would never ever have thought of him straying. Their marriage had been happy and their love life was very much alive and doing well.
The Officer went very quiet and then looking directly at her, told her that there was no nice old couple in Manchester. The number Joe had in his phone was another women, a women who believed she was Mrs. Joe Walters too. They had married ten years ago and she had one child of seven and another one of five, here name was Iris and she was thirty two years old. She thought Joe was traveling down south to visit the offices of his plastics company, which was where he supervised the administrative running of the company. The reason for the split between manufacturing and administration was she believed because originally the whole operation was in South London, but the manufacturing had moved to Manchester to take advantage of lower costs up north. She too thought Joe was staying with a nice old couple who ran a guesthouse that he used for as long as he could remember.
Sarah sat back, tears streaming down her face and gasped for air. Her whole world was collapsing around her. She managed to compose herself enough to ask the officer what would happen now. She said that they could pursue a charge of bigamy against the woman, but that would involve a possible custodial sentence; the children being put in care and probably then being sent to a foster home or even put up for adoption. Sarah shook her head and asked if that was really necessary, since it was clear that the woman had been duped, as she had been by Joe. The officer nodded and said their preliminary enquiries had confirmed that the woman was clearly completely unaware of Sarah's existence.
Sarah sat back and took deep breaths, clearing her head so she could allow herself to think clearly. She asked if it would be possible to meet the other woman. The Policewoman asked if that was a good idea. Sarah said she felt she owed it to herself and this woman to meet and somehow piece together this shadow life they each had. She felt no animosity to this person; instead she felt only sadness at the way they had both been treated. The Officer said that she would make enquiries, but she was clearly not in favour of the idea. Sarah thanked her and remained seated as her mother showed the visitor out. Sarah's mother Linda said that she should think very deeply about this idea. It could be that the other woman would see it as Sarah's way of getting close in order to hurt her. After all she said, you will inherit all of Joe's estate and the bigamous wife would have nothing. Sarah thought about that and a plan began to form in her mind.
The Inquest was set for Thursday week and Sarah asked if his Manchester wife would be present. The Officer who arrived to let her know, ahead of the official notice, didn't know but promised to find out. An hour later a phone call confirmed that the woman had asked to attend. Sarah wondered if she could stop her, but thought that would be callous in the extreme. She obviously loved him, she had two children by him, she believed in him. Sarah asked for contact details, so the officer on the phone said he would ask. An hour later he phoned with an address and a phone number. Sarah sat on her bed holding the paper with the information on it. She thought hard, then picking up her mobile she dialed the number.
"Hallo?"
"Hallo, is that Iris?"
"Yes, who's calling please?"
"Iris, this is Sarah."
The silence lingered for ages, Sarah wondered if the phone would suddenly go dead.
"Sarah? Joe's legal wife?" there was a sob and a choking sound at the other end.
"Iris, I want to meet you, before the inquest, I want to meet you to see you and talk to you. I don't want our first meeting to be at the inquest. I have questions, you have questions too I bet."
"I'm not sure I can do this, I'm not sure I'm strong enough for this."
The sobbing became louder and Sarah was not sure if Iris was holding the phone to her ear, but she persisted.
"Iris! Iris? Iris can you hear me? Iris, listen; you are a strong capable woman; listen to me! You can get through this; No! We can get through this. I'm coming up to you. Can you hear me? Iris! Iris please listen to me. I am coming to you. I will travel up tomorrow, I'll bring a bag and I'll find a hotel, but I am coming up to see you. Can you hear me? Iris?"
"I can hear you, Oh Sarah! This is such a mess, such a bloody awful mess. Tomorrow, OK, tomorrow."
"Iris, do you have anyone with you? Your mother, an aunt, a friend, is there anyone there with you now?"
"I have a nice police lady with me; she has been here since they came to tell me about..."
"It's OK Iris, can you put the officer on the phone for me, I'll see you tomorrow Ok, don't worry, we'll sort it out."
"Thank you, thank you, here's Lucy."
"Sergeant Lucy Tyne speaking, who is this please?"
"Sergeant Tyne my name is Sarah Walters; I'm Joe's wife, the first one. Sorry that sounds pretty callous. Look I need to come and see Iris; I want to help if I can. Does she have anyone else to help her when you have to go?"
"I can't really speak to you about this, but suffice to say Iris is on her own, she's always had to make her own way in the world."
"Dear God, what a poor wretch she must feel. I am going to come up; will you try to stop me meeting Iris?"
"If I feel that you pose a threat to her, or would harm her, I would have to intervene and if necessary I will arrest you if you threaten or intimidate her. Is that clear enough?"
"Perfectly, I look forward to meeting you Sergeant; you sound a straight up and down sort to me."
"Manchester born and bred."
"Well that's good enough for me, Joe had a lot of respect for Mancunians, so that's that."
"Call me Lucy please."
"Okay Lucy, well I'll sort out the arrangements and phone this number as I get a cab from the station."
OK, safe journey and go easy on her, she's wounded, badly."
"We both are Lucy, but she has no one else does she?"
"No Sarah, she has no one."
"OK, see you tomorrow, bye."
Sarah put the phone down and began to plan what she needed for the next few days. She slept fitfully that night and woke blearily to the alarm's happy chirrup. She slapped her palm over it and stopped the racket. Ten minutes later she was in the shower. Drying and then dressing in a simple black skirt and green blouse she went downstairs to have a coffee; she really couldn't face eating. James, her eldest, came down, also bleary eyed, wearing his t-shirt and shorts; he sat at the table and took the coffee she poured. Scowling she poured another for herself. Sally her youngest appeared, went to the cupboard and took out a bowl, found the cereal packet and poured a large portion into a bowl.
"So you're really going to meet this woman then?"
"Yes James I am. She deserves that at least. Well at least, before this all goes spiraling across the universe. The papers and the Interweb will be all over her like a rash, me too. But she'll be portrayed as a dupe, a silly naive sucker, a bimbo who was taken in by an older man. Me I'll either be the poor deceived wife or the bitch that drove her husband to another woman. I can deal with that, but, just talking to her means I know Iris can't."
"Mum, how long are you going for?"
"Probably only overnight baby, but Nan's going to be here, so you'll be in safe hands."
"I could look after her!"
"James my darling boy, you can't even find your pants in the morning, let alone look after Sally. I'm not being unkind my lovely boy, but you can be a bit absent sometimes."
James grinned and drank his coffee. Sally munched on her cereal and Sarah ruminated on the way life sets you up to knock you down. The doorbell rang and Sarah went to the door. The taxi driver was a pleasant, casually suited Asian man who offered to take her small overnight bag to the car as she said goodbye to her children. The drive to the station was quick and relatively painless, since the traffic had hardly got going. The overground and underground journey across London to Kings Cross, however, was cramped and hot, but she arrived unscathed. The train was ready and she made her way down the platform to her carriage and her designated seat. Shortly after seven am the train left for Manchester Piccadilly station.
Two and a half hours later she was walking across the concourse looking for the taxi rank. Twenty minutes later she stepped out of the cab into a smart residential street in Bramhall, with largish houses set back a short way from the road. She was walking towards the door of number seventeen when it opened and a thirty something woman; slim, long haired, but obviously not feeling her best, stepped out into the short driveway. Sarah dropped her bag and walked quickly to the woman. Sarah hauled her into a bear hug as they both broke down in tears. Another woman appeared picked up Sarah's bag and slowly ushered the two women inside. She placed Sarah's bag by the stairs in the hall and guided the two women, as they clung to each other, into the lounge. Leaving them she went to make a pot of tea.
Finally releasing each other the two women sat side by side on the sofa, both clasping the others hands tightly.
"You're beautiful; I can see what he saw in you, thank you for letting me come to see you."
"I can't believe this, why would he take me on when you are so... elegant, stunning."
"I guess we're both his type. Well, the old bugger certainly screwed both of us over, didn't he?"
Iris nodded, as they both laughed Lucy appeared with the tea things; setting out cups and saucers, pouring tea, offering milk and sugar; then finally passing a plate of biscuits around. Sarah ate one ravenously, realising this was her only nourishment for nearly eighteen hours. Iris laughed and passed the plate back to her, smiling Sarah took two. Lucy grinned and commented that she should have had breakfast before leaving. Sarah agreed, but said then she wouldn't have had a biscuit and realise just how delicious they were. Iris, grinning, said she'd made them yesterday evening especially for today. Sarah said she was astonished and jealous, they were really good. She admitted she was rubbish at what she called fancy cooking; it always went wrong no matter how hard she tried to follow a recipe.
"The way to a man's heart..." said Lucy then blushed.
"Straight through his rib cage!" commented Sarah imitating a knife thrust. They all laughed.
Over the next few hours, lunch included, Sarah and Iris swapped stories. They had much in common obviously, but even outside of Joe, their experiences were very similar. They swapped photos of the children, remarking at the way they physically resembled each other. Lucy was now visibly relaxed and left the two women alone for longer periods. Finally she said she would make a meal for the evening after she picked up the children from school. She left the two alone.
"I'm really glad I came, I think I understand now what's been happening. Iris, you do know the court will say your marriage was bigamous don't you?"
Iris nodded and began to cry gently. Sarah took her hands.
"Iris, I'm not trying to be cruel, or lord it over you, I'm just saying what's likely to happen. What we can do though is sort things out between us so we both benefit from this."
"What do you mean?"
"The court will declare your marriage void, you and the children will not have any stake in Joe's estate, you'll get nothing and you have no one to turn to. Am I right?"
"Yes, I know that."
"For God's sake Iris, how will you survive? What will you live on? Where will you live? Is this place mortgaged, do you own it, does Joe?"
"I... I don't know, I left all that to Joe."
"Right well we need to sort this out. We need to get in touch with the Land Registry and find a solicitor..."
"I can't afford to do that, I..."
"Iris what's in your bank account?"
"Joe did the money, he set me up with a housekeeping account and he paid money into it regularly."
"Do you know which bank he used?"
"What do you mean? All I know is I have an account with the local branch of Barclays."
"Right do you have on-line banking."
"No, I just use the card or draw cash from a machine."
"Right tomorrow we'll go to your branch and get a lead on where your money comes from. Then we'll find Joe's bank and see if we can get information from them. If not I'll try through the company. How much do you think is in your account at the moment and how much cash have you got?"
"I have about fifteen hundred in the account and about fifty quid cash."
"Perfect, I drew a thousand in case you were short, but I'll just use some of that to pay the hotel..."
"Stay here, we have room, the children are sharing at the moment and you can sleep in the spare room, or stay with me." Iris bit her lip.
"Where's Lucy staying?"
"She has the small box room, at the front."
"OK, I'll share with you, you don't snore do you?"
They giggled and pushed each other gently. They were still giggling as Lucy returned with Henry and Mark; they rushed into the lounge and enveloped their mother. Sarah sat with moistening eyes. At last the children became aware of her; Sarah smiled at them gently.
"Hallo, my name's Sarah, how are you?"
"My name's Harry and I'm seven, how do you do?"
"I am very well thank you Harry." Sarah held her hand out and Harry solemnly shook it.
"My name's Mark I am five and my Daddy's dead," announced the other. Sarah gulped reached for him and cuddled him to her. Harry went back to his mother and Iris gathered him on to her lap. Tears fell from her eyes as she held Harry tightly to her.
"Well," said Sarah at last, "I can't bring your Daddy back, but I am going to help Mummy to make sure you are both looked after and cared for like Daddy would have wanted," she managed before her voice began to break. She breathed deeply and tried to halt the pain in her chest. Iris looked at her with tear filled eyes and mouthed "thank you". Sarah shook her head and held Mark tight.
"Are you my aunty then?" Mark asked twisting round to look at her.
"I suppose I am in a way, yes I am your Aunty Sarah." She smiled and saw Iris smiling too.
Lucy returned and called the children to her, taking them into the kitchen for a drink and a biscuit. Sarah moved beside Iris again and they fell into each other's arms, hugging tightly. Later Sarah helped Lucy and Iris to bath, bed and read stories to the boys. This brought back memories of bathing and reading to Jenny and James and she left the bedroom briefly to dry her eyes and compose herself again. The boys quickly snuggled down under their duvets and were soon asleep. Lucy then excused herself and went to her room. Sarah and Iris sat in companionable silence, just holding hands. Later upstairs they nervously changed for bed and slipped in beside each other. As if by some form of osmosis they gradually wrapped themselves together and slept soundly. They were wakened by Mark and Harry jumping on the bed and bouncing over and on them. Lucy broke up the pillow fight with promises of breakfast, leaving Sarah and Iris flattened in a tangle of battered pillows and the rumpled duvet.
After showering and dressing they went downstairs had breakfast and prepared to take the boys to school. Sarah found Harry's hand and Iris walked with Mark. They dropped them at school and then Iris suggested they went to the Bank, as it was quite near the school. The Bank didn't open until ten, and so they headed for Starbucks and a large coffee. At ten they went into the bank and Iris explained that she needed to know from which bank the credit to her account came from.
The assistant looked at her quizzically, and explained that the credit originated from this branch. Iris explained the situation, introducing Sarah, who had been sitting quietly at the side of Iris. The Assistant said that Data Protection prevented him from revealing anything about the account, but repeated that it was also held at this branch. He reluctantly confirmed it was in Joe's name, but that was all.
Iris and Sarah left the branch and made their way back to Iris's. They sat and explained to Lucy what they'd found. Lucy said that she thought the Police would not be able to get a warrant to inspect the account, as they were not pursuing Joe's bigamous relationship. Iris asked why? Sarah explained that she had no reason to press charges and Lucy added that it would not be deemed to be in the public interest to charge Iris, since it was obvious that she had done nothing wrong. It was not likely that the Crown Prosecution Service would want or need to take the matter forward. The main culprit, Joe, was dead; justice would not be served to pursue Iris.
Later they sat and tried to work out a strategy. Sarah had a nominal position in the company and theoretically would take over the day to day running of the firm. She knew that she would have access to the books and would be able to take over Joe's personal accounts as his legal widow, once the Inquest had established cause of death and a Death Certificate was issued. At that point the funeral could also be arranged. Iris listened wide eyed. Sarah said that the money she had in cash should be put in Iris's account to make sure she had sufficient for the next few months. This was because they were unsure whether there were funds in Joe's Manchester account to transfer this or next month.
"Can you afford this?" Iris asked.
"I wouldn't do it if I couldn't," Sarah lied, but saw that Iris saw right through her. "OK I'm not entirely sure, but you need it more than I do."
"What will you do?"
"I can go back and take over in the office, I have authority to make payments, and I'll feed my own account. Give me your bank details and I'll make sure your account is topped up if Joe's account can't make the transfer."
"Why are you doing this?"
"Do you even have to ask?"
"No, probably not after the last forty eight hours, thank you."
"We'll get this sorted and you will always get what's due to you. That's a promise. Whatever else, whatever the whys and wherefores we are family now, and we stick together and support each other. That much is a given."
"Thank you; I don't know how I can cope without you. Joe picked an angel in you."
"Remember that when I'm old and grouchy."
They laughed and sat together, planning their future, knowing their lives were now forever intertwined.
The following morning Sarah packed and left after taking the children to school with Lucy. Iris stayed in bed for an extra half hour then rose, showered and dressed. Sarah sat in the lounge and rising smiled as Iris came in. They hugged long and hard. Sarah promised to try to get things sorted as soon as was possible and looked forward to Iris coming down with the children next week to stay over pending the Inquest. They parted and Sarah began her return journey. Late morning, back in her home, she phoned Iris to let her know she was back. Iris sounded so low, that Sarah told her the only dirty joke she knew, which left Iris giggling and snorting. They parted, with Sarah promising to phone Iris tomorrow.
Later Sarah used her car to travel from her Surbiton home to the offices in nearby Tolworth. She was reasonably well known at the offices and she was quickly shown to Joe's room. She glanced at the old mail and then examined the desk and filing cabinets, both of which were locked. There was nothing to assist, so she asked Joe's secretary to ask Leo to come in. Leo Brooks was Joe's Finance Director and as such would have a handle on the finances and the state of play. Leo was in his early sixties and probably close to wanting to retire. He was a short round-faced man, with wire glasses and a mop of grey frizzy hair. His suit was well worn, but clean and tidy; his tie plain and unfussy. Sarah sat him down and made him a coffee.
"Leo, you obviously know more than most here. Where you aware of Joe's err..." Sarah waved her arms theatrically, trying to find a word or phrase to round out her sentence.
"Affairs, or peccadilloes?"
"Quite! Were you aware of anything? Please, please be honest Leo, don't try to spare me."
"I was not personally aware of Joe's other er... lady... wife, err... But he had set up a personal account in Manchester, at a Barclays Bank branch."
"You transferred money to it from the company?"
"Joe's drawings from the Company were very, very modest. The company is doing well, so I assumed he used it for expenses, since he never claimed anything when he was up there. I told him he could save the company a bit by filing receipts for meals etc., because of the tax breaks for entertaining. He was adamant though that it was OK."
"OK so the account was kept topped up by regular payments?"
"Well not regular; he would ask me to move money, perhaps nine hundred or a thousand occasionally, but usually about six hundred, when he left on a Wednesday afternoon."
"So there was no permanent transfer set up? No standing order?"
"No Mrs. Walters, he never arranged anything like that."
"OK Leo, oh and please call me Sarah, Mrs. Walters was his mother, not me."
Leo laughed and drank his coffee.
"Leo, thinking of the company as it is; could you give me a sort of heads up on where it stands currently? I'm talking, assets, liabilities, cash in hand and at the bank, contracts, that sort of thing. Not now but in a couple of days. Also as the senior person here, can you take the reins for a week or two and then help me get on top of things? Show me the ropes as it were."
"I'd love too, but, you do know as a director you can legally step in and run the show on your own right now?"
"I could Leo, but there are people out there who need a job for a while. Without your help I'd trash the place in weeks, if not days."
Leo laughed again,
"Are you going up to Manchester soon?"
"Leo strictly between thee and me, I've been up to see Iris, Joe's Manchester wife. She's lovely but she needs a bit of support, I don't hate her, or pity her now. After meeting her I find her charming and she just needs a bit of self-belief and she'll be amazing. She bakes well and she loves and cares for her children with a passion. Joe used his Manchester account to feed her account; they're at the same branch."
"Oh! Oh well then, perhaps we need to regularise the transfer."
"Leo you read my thoughts, can you do that?"
"I'll arrange it; can you send me an email or text to confirm?"
"Good point Leo, wait a minute."
Sarah went to Joe's desk and drew out a sheet of headed paper from the bottom tray of the plastic stacking office organiser on it; she admired the quality. Scribbling a note, she dated and signed it with a flourish. She handed it to Leo. He grinned and nodded,
"That'll do nicely Sarah, thank you. I haven't said anything so far, but I am sorry for your loss."
"Thanks Leo, it's been a hell of a time recently, but we're managing. Thanks for your time; I'll let you get on. If you need anything from here just come and get it."
"Thanks Sarah, I'll take the remaining post, we've already out sorted the stuff that needed immediate attention."
Leo ambled over took the post and disappeared out the door. Sarah walked back to Joe's desk and pressed the intercom switch.
"Joy can you pop in here please, bring your notepad and a pen."
A minute later Joy, Joe's PA, came in. She was a tall willowy woman of nearly fifty, her grey hair swept back in a ponytail. She wore large framed glasses and a figure hugging dress which came just below her knees.
"Hallo Joy, this must be a bit of a strain for you, are you coping OK?"
Joy nodded then looked down, a hand coming to her face. Sarah walked to her and hugged her, feeling Joy's arms around her. After a few minutes, Joy pulled back, extracting a handkerchief from nowhere and wiped her eyes and blew her nose. The handkerchief disappeared as quickly as it arrived. Sarah stood open mouthed for a second.
"Come and sit down Joy, I have a few questions and tasks for you."
Sarah sat Joy down at the comfy sofa and coffee table area across from the more formal desk and chairs. Sarah made two coffees and sat next to Joy.
"Joy, I don't need to ask you about Joe or anything like that, well not directly, but I do need some information. OK?
Joy nodded and flipped open her pad.
"Right, for starters, do you have any keys for the desk and filing cabinet, if not can you get a locksmith in to remove the locks."
"I have duplicates in my desk, I'll get those for you when we finish."
"Perfect; now as regards day to day running, I've asked Leo to assume control. Will I have trod on anyone's toes doing that?"
"Not at all Leo has always been the one everyone turns to when Joe's not here."
"Good. Now I need an organisation chart, for here and Manchester, with Heads of Departments, then a list of their people, with their extension numbers. I need to know what's on Joe's diary for the next month or two and a list of business contacts and numbers."
"OK got that, give me an hour or so."
"Great stuff, I need to get up to speed, but I need to do it without causing havoc here."
"I'm fairly free at the moment," Joy said with a touch of irony. Sarah laughed and stood.
"Give me a day or so and I'll have you running around like a twenty year old."
"Could you make it running around after a twenty year old please?" Joy said with a twinkle in her eye. Sarah laughed and watched Joy leave. She returned two minutes later with the keys and handed them to Sarah with a grin.
Sarah began to unlock the desk, checking the contents and finding everything just a bit mundane and ordinary; an old blotter, a diary for last year, two mugs with the company logo. She had noticed on arrival the picture of the four of them in a frame on his desk. She glanced at the photo again and felt her heart flip. She sighed and carried on looking, nothing out of the ordinary and so no clues here then, she thought.
The filing cabinet was just as helpful; old sales information, a holiday chart (four years old). Company bank statements, with some heavily annotated in pencil (Leo's writing probably), a flyer for the company's products. Then at the back of the second drawer slipped between two folders, paydirt! She carefully pulled out a smaller folder, half the size of the others. Inside were bank statements and a cheque book for the account in Manchester. She looked through the statements and, just as Leo said, transfers irregularly throughout the year, but more significantly a regular payment out to another account with the narrative 'Household Account', bingo.
She found her mobile and dialed Iris, waiting impatiently for an answer.
"Hi Sarah, what's up?"
"Iris, there's a regular transfer of fifteen hundred pounds every month into your account, so there will be funds for you. I'm going to set up a regular transfer to Joe's account so there will always be money there to fund it. We've found it Iris, we've found it."
"Oh my God Sarah, bless you, thank you so much, that's such a weight off my mind. Now can I do anything?
"Yes I rather think there is something you can do, can you be the Mrs. Walters who goes into the Altrincham plant to check on things at that end?"
"Really?"
"Yes, it'll be perfect, you can be Altrincham's Mrs. Walters and I'll be Tolworth's Mrs. Walters."
"You think I can do it?"
"I know you can do it."
"OK, I'll go over later this morning; I'll give you a ring when I'm there."
"Perfect, speak to you later."
Sarah went back to investigate the filing cabinet further. She found nothing else untoward and she felt slightly disappointed. It was clear that whatever he had been Joe was scrupulous in keeping Manchester and London separate. The only tiny clue to his separate lives being that folder; carefully hidden between the others. She flicked through several folders and realised everything was three or four years old. Perhaps they only used this cabinet for archive stuff.
Joy knocked and came in, she had a buff coloured folder in her hands. Opening it she revealed several pieces of A4 pages covered in print; she handed it to Sarah.
"That's the organogram on top, it's for here and Manchester, I've double sided it so you have it all in one. Also in here is a list of Joe's business contacts and their numbers. I've also included what they do, so you can see what he needed them for or knew them for. So, some are suppliers, some are clients and the rest are just business cronies he met at the local Chamber of Commerce sessions."
"I didn't know Joe went to any Chamber of Commerce meetings? When do they take place?"
"Tuesday monthly at lunchtime, they have a buffet lunch and a guest speaker."
"I'll look forward to that; I take it I can go?"
"Would have thought so, can't see why not. I'll phone the organisers and get your name changed for Joe's."
"Right, I'll start ploughing through the contacts; suppliers first, assure them of our continuing needs and that we'll be business as usual."
"Good luck with that, call if you need anything."
"Will do, thanks Joy."
Sarah moved to the desk as Joy left. Scanning through the contacts she placed a circle in pencil beside the suppliers. Taking a deep breath she picked up the phone and started to press the numbers on the keypad.
"Sarah, it's Joy, you need to press nine, to get an outside line, sorry should have told you," Joy's voice echoed from the handset.
"Balls! Thanks Joy should have remembered." Sarah giggled and flushed red.
She tried again and this time at the dialtone she punched in the number, it rang several times.
"Archie Forbes, hi Joe, how's life treating you?"
"Mr. Forbes, this is Sarah Walters, look I don't know how to tell you this, but Joe's dead, he was killed in a car crash about a week ago, it was in the Midlands so I don't suppose the message has got out yet. I'm his wife and I'm trying to pick up the business and keep it going. I am a Director of the Company and I want to make a go of this"
"Aw Shit! I'm so sorry to hear that. Joe was a lovely guy, I enjoyed doing business with him, he drove a hard bargain, but he was fair about it."
"Good to hear, so can I take it that as long as we pay, you'll be happy to continue business with us?"
"Aye, he never let us down with a payment, always prompt, are you in Manchester yet?"
"I'll be around soon, just sorting out this end; I may get a relative in to look at Manchester first. When I am up there I'd like to come across and meet you personally."
"I'd welcome that, always good to meet face to face and know who you're dealing with."
"My thoughts entirely, OK, well it's nice to speak to you Mr. Forbes and I look forward to meeting you in the near future."
"Aye me too, and it's Archie by the way, no formalities between us, OK."
"OK Archie, bye."
"See you around."
The phone went dead. As it did Sarah's mobile rang. She saw it was Iris's number and answered it immediately.
"Iris, how's it going?"
"Fine, I've met the Plant Manager and his Foreman, had a quick tour and now I'm in Joe's office. His PA's called Joyce and she's given me a heads up on the place, plus the keys to the filing cabinet and his desk."
"Iris, is there a photo of the four of you on his desk?"
"Yes there is, how did you know?"
"Because there's one of us four down here on this one, he was very careful wasn't he?"
"Wow, he certainly was; he had that covered really well, how cute."
"Quite, but never mind, have a look in the filing cabinet, try between the folders, see if he's slipped anything in-between. That's where I found the bank stuff down here."
"OK I'll have a quick look."
Sarah heard the sound of a metal drawer opening then the rustle of the folders and papers. Iris was breathing quite quickly now.
"OH! MY! GOD!..."
"What is it? What have you found?"
"Pictures!"
"Pictures, what do you mean? What sort of pictures?"
"Pictures of you and me, sort of undressed, naked, I... Oh No!"
"What?"
Iris began to cry, Sarah bit her lip, waiting and waiting;
"Some of these are fairly graphic Sarah. You and Joe, me and Joe, making love. He must have hidden a camera somehow in the bedroom, or the ceiling or something. It's our bedrooms. Well mine anyway. I'll assume the other one's with you are your bedroom. Oh you look great, I look flabby," Sarah flushed, "Oh my! You wax?"
"That was not something I would have thought of ever sharing with you," Sarah said as Iris giggled. Sarah flushed a deeper red.
Oh my God!..." Iris was giggling again,
"Iris what is it?"
"Nothing,"
"Iris, you're hiding something. How many are there?"
"Dozen's twenty, thirty, Bloody hell , Oh no! I'm pregnant in some of them, the bastard! I look like a beached whale!"
"OK, Iris, can you put them in your bag, are you OK to take them home and hide them until I can get there and see them?"
"Yes I've got a thick shopping bag with a zip on it; I'll put them in there."
"Good, now I know you're shocked, God knows what else we'll find, but you have to be strong and hide any emotion now, you can do that can't you."
"Yes, I'm OK now. It was such a shock though, bloody pervert."
"Iris, you won't accidently lose any of them will you?"
"Guides Honour."
"Where you ever in the Guides?"
"No!" Iris laughed again, Sarah smiled,
"I'm going to have trust you on that then."
"What the hell did he want with these? He got to see and touch us whenever, was that not enough?"
"Do I have to spell it out?"
"Oh no! you mean he'd..?"
"Probably."
Iris began to laugh, giggling and chortling into the phone."
"I wish he'd photographed that," she giggled.
Sarah snorted and laughed out loud. Eventually they calmed down and after a review of what was happening at the factory they said goodbye.
Sarah sat back, then rose and made another coffee. Returning to the list she began to methodically contact everyone on the list. At four thirty she finished and sat back exhausted. Nearly all had been happy to continue relationships with the company. Many expressed sincere condolences and wished her every success with running the company. Most offered help and assistance if she hit problems. Some wanted to know when the funeral would be. Sarah stood and arched her back, pushing out the kinks that sitting all afternoon had caused. Finally she picked up her bag, locked the desk and cabinet and left for home. Making sure she sent Joy home too, she spent ten minutes with Leo in his cubicle of an office.
Later in the evening she sat with her mother and discussed her day. At the mention of the photos her mother flushed red and mumbled something under her breath, but refused to reveal what when pressed by Sarah. At around eleven they both decided to go to bed, her mother sleeping in the spare room again. Sarah lay for ages wondering why Joe had turned out to be so different from the Joe she thought she knew. Finally she fell into a troubled sleep, waking early and knowing that any further chance of sleep would be impossible.
Rising quickly, she showered and went downstairs to make coffee; becoming aware of a presence in the lounge. She walked in to find her mother seated in the armchair drinking tea.
"Couldn't sleep, so I came down to think and have a cup of tea."
"Oh Mum! I'm so sorry to land you with all the crap that's coming out; I really had no idea about any of this."
"I know, I know, it's alright, I do understand, trust me I do understand. Last night I was shocked to think Joe would do such a thing, but I have to confess, I'm not surprised. Your father was rather fond of looking at naked women. He kept a pile of smutty magazines in his den and, he thought I didn't know. I suppose they'd be quite tame considering what's out there now. I found it shocking at the time, but understandable, we were experiencing difficulties at the time. "
"I never knew! Mum..."
"Why should you, you were growing up and we always made sure you and Phillip had a good home life. We never discussed our situation; we just accepted that there was a problem and worked round it."
"I don't know what to say, I'm a bit stunned actually."
"Bless you, don't worry about it; it resolved itself a few years later and Dad and I had a very fulfilling relationship right up until he died. He was such a gentle man."
"So what you're saying is don't read too much into this."
"I certainly am not! Dirty bugger; what the hell did he think he was doing? Dirty pictures of the pair of you and Iris too, that's shameful. At least your father kept it at arm's length, silly sod that he was." She laughed and drank her tea.
Sarah made a pot of coffee aware of the shufflings above indicating that James was about to arrive and he would be hungry and grouchy. Sure enough ten minutes later the stairs thundered to his feet thumping downstairs.
"Mum! I can't find a clean shirt, has any washing been done lately?"
"Good morning James, how are you this morning?" Sarah smiled as she stood before her son, who was shirtless, sockless with unkempt hair. He looked almost like the man she married, the resemblance was uncanny.
"Whaa! I need a shirt, there's none in my wardrobe."
"Here, have a coffee, sit down, relax. I'm sure that the washing has been done, if not you can borrow one of your Dad's shirts, after all he's not going to mind."
"'S'right, sorry I'm a bit on edge today, got a test, I should have revised," he grinned then saw the look on Sarah's face.
"Look it'll be OK, trust me."
"You're Dad used to say that, Oh No! Sorry I take that back."
"Don't pussyfoot around me, I know what's happened, Dad's dead, we have to go on. It'll be hard for all of us."
"What will?" Jenny walked in almost dressed, her blouse unbuttoned, her small whit bra and stomach showing and her skirt rucked up at the side, as if she's simply climbed into it all and walked away.
"Jenny! Try and dress before you come down will you. You're supposed to be grown up now and yet..."
"You still look like an infant school kid." James supplied and stepped back as Jenny threw a lazy arm at him.
"Right James go and get a shirt from Dad's wardrobe, Jenny tuck yourself in and hurry the pair of you or you'll both be late."
They bustled away and thirty minutes later with vague goodbyes and hands waving they were off walking side by side. Jenny still a head shorter than her older brother. Sarah sighed and went to the hall and closed the door, having not heard it slam shut. So they had both just ambled out and left it wide open. She felt her mother by her side.
"Before you say anything, can I just say pot, kettle."
"I was a perfect child" Sarah said with a grin, Linda snorted.
"Yes and you were so tidy and always did your homework and never ever caused us a moments angst."
"See I told you; perfect." Sarah hugged her mother and kissed her forehead.
Sarah drove into the office and parked in her reserved place. Looking at her watch she saw it was just after eight forty. Walking in she met and greeted the staff as she passed through. Joy rose and followed her in to what was Joe's office.
"OK Joy what do we have today?"
"You just have the Chamber of Commerce Meeting at Midday, so far. Actually it's eleven thirty for coffee, then the meeting, light lunch and depart three pm."
"Super, can't wait. Will I do?"
"You look perfect, classy but business-like, you'll wow them all."
"OK before I do that I'd like to go to each section and just make sure that they all understand I want to take the Company forward. I'm not looking to sell, and I'm not going to put anyone in to run it for me. Can you set up a Heads of Department meeting for nine am, no excuses, Coffee and biscuits for... Seven?"
"Six I think?"
"No seven I want you there, you're now part of the Management Team, you're the link between me and Leo, OK?"
"OK!"
"After that I'll rotate through each section and meet the people."
"I'll set it up, how long, ten, fifteen minutes each section?"
"Yes, although let them know I'll take questions as well."
"OK, I'll get it organised."
"Thanks Joy."
As Joy left, Leo came in,
"Sarah, got a moment?"
"Sure Leo, what's happening?"
"We have the opportunity to bid for more business, but I need to check the Plant's capacity, can you contact Iris and ask here for the latest on capacity, both in the plant and in terms of raw materials. If she can I'd like to know how soon we can up production levels and the effects on supplies."
"Sounds like you've been busy?"
"Not really, it's a company that you spoke to the director of to let him know about Joe. Seems he was impressed with your passion and wants to give you the chance to do more for them."
"Perfect, we like a challenge don't we Leo."
"Oh we do Sarah, we do," Leo chuckled and left.
Going to the desk, "My Desk" she thought; Sarah dialed Joe's office in Manchester.
"Iris Walters, Hi Sarah, how's it going?"
"Hi Iris, just about to meet the troops, before I do however, Leo has thrown me a curved ball. Can you tell me what capacity we're at, at the moment, both in production terms and the effect on raw materials if we up the production rate?"
"How much by?"
"Good question, can you give me a sliding scale, say from ten to thirty percent?"
"Well I believe from the figures we're at around eighty percent, if we round it up. I think we can cope with another ten to fifteen percent. If you look at stock, we have about a month's supply, increasing production will reduce that to about two to three weeks at best, less than a fortnight if we go flat out."
"Bloody hell Iris! That's a pretty quick response and quite comprehensive."
"I do have a Maths Degree you know."
"No Shit Sherlock? I have an 'A' level in Media Studies and five 'O's', sadly none in maths. "
Iris laughed,
"I'll check with Geoff to confirm this, but looking at the last three months figures we could do this. It may involve overtime, and that will cut the profit margin, but swings, roundabouts etc."
"As a gesture we could do this then, long term is there capacity to add new production lines?"
"We have room, but we might need to go to the bank, you will have the figures that end, but these machines don't come cheap."
"Thanks honey, see you soon."
"See you soon Sarah Walters, just you take care."
"You know me, careful is my middle name."
"Bye," the phone went dead. Sarah looked at the jottings on her pad, and dialed Leo's extension.
"Leo, Oh hi Sarah! How can I help?"
"Leo I've just spoken to Iris, she feels there is capacity to increase production, but it is only by a maximum of about fifteen percent. Supplies would need restocking about a week earlier than we are doing at present and we could be in an overtime situation."
"Right, that was damn quick, Joe would have taken a day or so to get anything back from Manchester."
"That's the beauty of having someone like Iris on site full time. She's not just good looking, she has brains too!"
Leo chuckled,
"If you could get her to get those figures to me today I can get back to Darren with the news and we can then thrash out how much it's going to cost and when we can start."
"OK! Iris is talking to the Plant Manager and getting confirmation. So I guess we can get those figures to you by mid-afternoon."
"Perfect, thanks Sarah and thank you Iris." The phone went dead and Sarah dropped it back on its cradle. Joy came in with a tap on the door,
"Meeting scheduled in five minutes time in here, I'll get some chairs in."
"I'll give you a hand." Sarah almost ran round the desk, earning a raised eyebrow from Joy. Sarah smiled and winked, Joy laughed and together they set out the chairs for the meeting.
Five minutes later the room began to fill as the section heads arrived. Finance, HR, Production, Engineering and IT. Sarah noticed only one other woman, the Head of IT. Oh well, she thought, I'd better get used to this. Sarah sat against the edge of her desk.
"OK, OK, let's get started. As you know my husband, Joe Walters, died last week, in a car crash on the M1. I have decided to take over Joe's work, as I know how much Joe wanted this company to succeed. So with your help to run the company I intend to take it forward. I have Leo to advise me of course, but I'll need the help and assistance of each and every one of you to make a go of it. After this meeting I will go to each of your sections in turn and talk to and take questions from your staff. Any questions so far?"
"Sarah, can I call you Sarah?" Sarah nodded an affirmative. "Joe had such drive and passion do you think you have that and the instinct for the good deal."
"Good question. Joe certainly had passion, and drive but he and I shared a lot in our marriage which will help me here. I'm absolutely sure with your help we can build on what Joe has achieved. I'm not saying it'll be easy and there are times when I'll appear as thick as two short planks, but persevere with me and I'm sure I'll get it in the end. Anyone else?"
The others looked quite sanguine, and appeared to be absorbing what Sarah had said,
"OK one for you, are there currently any snags, pinch points or approaching crisis's which you want to share with me now?"
Sarah waited several seconds, moving her eyes around the assembled managers.
"OK! So no takers, just to warn you though; if anything blows up in my face, I have a special set of skills and I will hunt you down and find you, and make no mistake when I do, I will kill you!" She laughed and the tension was released.
Joy rose and began to pour coffees, they all began to stand and Sarah moved around amongst them. Soon they were happily in conversation. Twenty minutes later Sarah began with the Finance staff; meeting and greeting them, getting to know them and being as open as she could. By eleven fifteen she was happy to sit in her office in the quiet and reflect on the morning.
"Sarah?" Joy came in and waved her diary, "Sorry but you'll need to leave soon for the Chamber of Commerce."
Sarah nodded and stood, smoothed her skirt and found her jacket. "There's no rest for the wicked is there?"
"Ah but the righteous don't need any," replied Joy with a grin.
Sarah laughed and touched her arm briefly, then left for the afternoon. She was back at two thirty, fuming and threw her handbag at the coffee table. Joy followed her in, seeing her anger and grinned,
"So not as enjoyable as you expected?" she asked archly.
"What a bunch of sad, patronising old ..." She threw her arms around in exasperation.
"Farts?" Supplied Joy with a grin,
"That'll do. God forbid I'll need to go again, even the two other women were patronising; so much for the Sisterhood. Ahhhhhh!" Sarah pounded the desk, then laughed.
"Iris called and said she's mailed you a copy of the last three months figures and said that Geoff confirmed that they could do it, but it would require overtime, or a new machine and an operator."
"Thanks can you get Leo for me please?"
"Here or on the phone?"
"Phone please, I don't want to make him keep traipsing in here everytime I want to sneeze."
"Leo won't worry," Joy said and slipped out to her desk.
When Leo came through, he and Sarah talked over the figures, Sarah having forwarded the mail from Iris to him. It was agreed that they would go back to the other company and say a cautious yes against requirements. Sarah sat back and thought of her first experience of doing a deal and how simple it all seemed. But this was only the overture, only when the full brief arrived would it give them the chance to look at the deal and see if it was, in fact, 'do-able'.
Later at home she sat with her feet on the coffee table explaining to her mother the events of the day. They had a laugh about the Chamber of Commerce meeting and the 'Old Boys' network she'd have to try to wriggle into. Iris rang and confirmed her travel time for tomorrow, Sarah promised to be at the station to meet her and the boys. At around eleven she locked up and went to bed, stripping down to her underwear; just as she reappeared from her en-suite James came in and sat on her bed. Sarah sat beside him.
"Mum, I'm worried about tomorrow, what if Jenny and I don't get on with Iris, or the boys?"
"James, I think you'll love Iris and the boys trust me."
"OK, look I've been thinking, about tomorrow night. Why don't I share with Jenny and let Mark and Harry have my room?"
"Do you really want to share with your sister?"
"No, but it would make things easier, Jenny..."
"...doesn't mind at all for a couple of days." Jenny said, as she strolled into the room, rubbing her eyes and yawning.
Sitting on the other side of James she snuggled up to Sarah.
"OK, look, do you guys want to share with me tonight," Sarah sighed, and giggled as they immediately dived for the pillows, one each side of the large king size bed. "OK, I'll sleep in the gap." she sighed, climbing over James and pulling the duvet over them. Unknown to all three, Linda, Sarah's mother had witnessed the exchange and was walking, smiling back to her bed.
Sarah went in extra early the next morning and helped the office junior sort the post, he seemed a little self-conscious of the 'Boss' watching him. Sarah went and made them coffees, handing him a mug and sipping from hers. She took her own pile and wandered up to her office. As she placed her rump on the door to push it open, Joy came in, looking immaculate as usual. Joy came over, took the mail from Sarah and pushed the door open for her. Sarah smiled and on impulse kissed Joy's cheek. Joy blushed and grinned.
"And before you ask, no, Joe never greeted me that way," she said and laughed. Sarah giggled as they walked into her office.
Distributing the post, Joy picked out the mundane and left Sarah with three envelopes. One was an invitation to a seminar on International Trade. Another was from the bank, asking her to come in and the third was from an outraged supplier angry at what he considered to be late payment of a bill. Sarah sighed and wrote 'LEO, let me know what's happened' on the letter and a frowning face beside her initials. She handed it to Joy, who made a moue face and nodded. Joy said that a taxi had been booked to take her to Kings Cross to pick up Iris and the children, she would remind her about half an hour before it was due, so that Sarah could wind up what she was doing.
At two thirty, Joy popped her head round the door and said, "Half an hour," Sarah nodded and began to gather the papers on her desk together. By the time she had made a couple of phone calls, Joy reappeared to advise that the taxi was waiting. Sarah nodded, rose and grabbed her handbag. Outside the large well upholstered taxi waited. Sarah climbed in beside the driver and they left. Fifty slow, crawling minutes later they arrived at the Taxi ramp at Kings Cross and Sarah jumped out to find the platform on which Iris and the boys would arrive. Puffing slightly she reached the barrier just as the train arrived. As the passengers streamed off Sarah tried to catch a glimpse of Iris. Suddenly there she was, with the boys, each having a bag slung over a shoulder. Sarah waved and saw Iris grin, the boys shouted "Aunty Sarah!" quite loudly, causing several others to look to where Sarah was waving frantically.
Passing through the barrier, Iris and the boys threw themselves in a tangle of arms at Sarah; whose breath was almost knocked out of her body by the warmth of the welcome. Sarah took Iris's bag and they made their way across the crowded station. After loading the bags and settling into the taxis padded seats, Iris and Sarah sat side by side as their train journey south was replayed by the boys. Harry and Mark loved the sights and sounds of the metropolis, pointing out the landmarks they knew. Forty minutes later they arrived outside Sarah's home. As they exited the van Linda opened the door and rushed out to hug Iris and then the boys.
With Linda supplying squash and cakes and biscuits for the boys, Sarah and Iris had time for a review. James and Jenny arrived home from school and immediately were engulfed by the boys. Jenny extricating herself from the mayhem came into the lounge. Iris stood and held her hands out, Jenny walked over and hugged her; Iris threw her arms round her and held her tight. James and the boys appeared, Harry and Mark looking up in awe at the big brother they now had. As Jenny slipped out of Iris's loosening grip, she grabbed the boy's hands and swept them into a hug. James walked hesitantly towards Iris.
"Oh My God," said Iris, blushing, "You are so like Joe, so handsome, so tall." James walked to her, threw his arms round her and began to cry. Sarah began to rise, but Iris raised a hand as if to say, 'no, it's ok, I've got this'. Sarah sat back and Mark sat on her lap. Meanwhile as James cried, Jenny began a tickling contest with Harry. Finally with a sigh and a gulp James stopped crying. Iris pulled back a little, then leaned back to kiss James on his cheek. He nodded and moved his arm across his face to dry his tears. Iris slapped his arm lightly,
"Use your hanky, naughty boy," she admonished, which made him laugh and step away. Jenny, having left Harry lying helpless, rose and stepped to her brother, taking him in her arms she hugged and kissed him. Sarah was amazed, James never showed much emotion, apart from petulant anger; he was growing up fast.
Later after a mammoth meal, prepared by Linda, Iris and Sarah, the children were shepherded upstairs and put to bed. Jenny and James sorted round Jenny's room and reappeared. They snuggled onto the sofa beside Sarah and Iris, talking about the following day. Both James and Jenny insisted that they wanted to accompany Sarah and Iris to the Inquest and would not be swayed. Linda seated in a chair to one side, argued that they were old enough to take in the gravity and importance and it would help them to understand what had happened. Bombarded by the other three, Iris and Sarah gradually gave way and so it was decided that all four would go. Linda would entertain Harry and Mark and make ready a light lunch for their return.
The following day the four boarded a taxi and went to Euston to catch a train to Milton Keynes where the Inquest was to be held. Sarah had told Iris that she had been asked by the Coroners Officer if she wished to see the post-mortem report, but she had said no, it was too distressing. Iris agreed and held her hand in a tight squeeze. They arrived and were ushered into the tiny courtroom. After the coroner arrived and they were reseated, she commenced the Inquest. A Pathologist gave the results of the post mortem in summary. The Police gave evidence of the crash and what they thought had occurred. The Lorry Driver was questioned and excused; Sarah and Iris smiled at him, knowing it was not his fault.
The Coroner summed up and then gave a considered opinion, the death of Joe Walters was due to an accident, and she exonerated the lorry driver. Joe had been inattentive at the wheel and as a result of the accident had died at the scene from multiple and severe injuries, trauma and blood loss. The pathologist had already said it would have been an impossible situation and no amount of medical intervention would have saved him. Sarah and Iris wept. The Coroner read a statement prepared by Sarah and Iris, Jenny and James and closed the Inquest. The Death Certificate would be prepared and issued by the pathologist and the body could then be released to an undertaker of the families choosing.
Outside, Iris and Sarah hugged Jenny and James, then made their way to the waiting taxi. On the train coming home, Sarah phoned Linda and brought her up to date. Linda listened and said she would let Harry and Mark know Mummy was on her way back. Sarah sat back and James hand held hers. Iris appeared lost in thought so no further conversation passed, although she held Sarah's hand very tightly. The train journey was slow and quiet, each silently re-running the events of the Inquest in their mind. Finally they were in a taxi returning to Sarah's home. As they drew up they heard screams and laughter from the garden at the rear. After walking through the side gate they saw Harry and Mark were soaking each other with water pistols. Sarah smiled and whispered to Iris,
"Life goes on..."
Harry and Mark seeing the others ran firing their super soakers wildly. Iris caught a blast across her calves and Sarah just above her knees. James grinning charged at the two boys, making them scatter giggling and laughing. Jenny pulled off her shoes, then her blouse and skirt, then, in just her underwear, she joined Peter chasing the younger pair. Mark and Harry, realising they were being herded into the corner of the garden, turned and opend fire. James flailed to a halt giggling, soaked from head to toe. The boys ran past him. He tore off his clothes down to his underpants and roared after the others. Jenny was now not afraid of being caught and waded into the crossed streams of water. The youngsters soon saw their reserves were low and called a truce. James and Jenny agreed and went in search of their own water pistols.
Iris and Sarah sat with Linda at the large iron table in the garden, a parasol shading the direct sun. Linda passed round teas and a plate of biscuits. She nodded at the returning horde.
"If you want a biscuit, now would be a good time." she nodded at the approaching children. They each took two before a mass of hands emptied the plate.
The children went to the bench seat under the shade of the large beech hedge on the left-hand side of the garden. They were eating and talking huddled together in the shade.
"I love the fact that they get on so well together," Linda said, watching the happy faces as they munched on the biscuits they had plundered.
"I think that they will be pretty close from now on. Your two seem to have adopted mine as if it's always been that way." Iris said contentedly. Sarah laughed.
"James can be so grown up and yet can revert back to a seven year old instantly."
"Jenny's going to be a stunner when she's fully grown," Iris said, "Like her mother."
"And there are two handsome young men who'll break a few hearts too when they are older." Linda said nodding at the two younger boys.
"I'm going to change into my costume, anyone else?" Sarah said.
"I haven't got one; I never thought that I'd need it." Iris said.
"Borrow one of mine, come on then; Mum?"
"I don't think so dear, but thank you for the offer."
"If you're sure, I've got several one pieces with a little skirt and they're quite modest."
"Oh! OK, but no laughing."
"Come on then, last one changed gets a soaking."
The three women walked upstairs into the main bedroom. Sarah pulled out a variety of bikinis and one piece costumes. Selecting one each they stood hesitating.
"Oh come on ladies! We've not got anything the others haven't. Here look, I'll go first."
Sarah began to disrobe, with a shrug Linda followed; Iris hesitated for a few seconds, then grinned and began to undress. As they undressed they began to look at each other, blushing and giggling. Finally they began to try on the swimwear. Iris and Sarah chose bikini's and quickly dressed, Linda pulled a one piece up and they watched her pull the cups over her large breasts and tuck herself in, adjusting the fit and pulling the straps up and backwards. They all grinned and shared a hug, before descending the stairs.
Stepping into the bright sunlit garden they missed the ambush awaiting them. Four super soakers opened up simultaneously and by the time they could react they were soaked. The children getting low on water began to retreat towards the tap on the garage's rear wall. Linda, Sarah and Iris stood helpless with laughter, water pooling at their feet. They made their way to the bench and sat still laughing. The children had by now started to soak each other again. Jenny and Mark were taking on James and Harry; then Jenny and Harry, Mark and James. They played quite happily none taking offense at the soakings meted out.
"It's good to see them playing, not having to worry about anything. Jenny and James were brilliant today, they were so grown up and brave." Iris said.
"And look at them now, they could be five and seven; long may it continue." Sarah said as she pulled a lock of hair off her face.
"Would anyone object if I took my top off?" Iris asked.
"Not me," Sarah said, "I usually go topless when we're on holiday."
"I won't mind, what about James. he's at that age..." Linda said.
"We've never been big on covering up, go ahead, look I'll join you," Sarah said unhooking the strap on her top.
"Well I'll leave mine on then," Linda laughed and they looked at her in amazement, then realised what she was wearing.
Iris put her top on the arm of the bench and took Sarah's and placed it beside it. They both sat back and enjoyed the feel of the warmth on their bodies. Linda looked across at the other two and admired their relaxed attitude, smiling she looked across at the children. James saw her and waved, catching this Jenny turned and waved. Linda waved her arm lazily in reply, then sat up,
"Sod this, why shouldn't I be topless too. I'm going to change, be back in a moment."
As she left, Sarah looked at Iris who shrugged her shoulders. Jenny came over and seeing the two topless women, removed her own top.
"Are you alright dear?" asked Sarah, "it's just too hot for clothes this afternoon, can you and James organise sunscreen for the boys and you'd better do yourself too, especially as you're uncovering more than normal."
"Yes mum; I like your boobs Iris, they're just like Mum's but more rounded" Jenny walked away and called to James.
James looked round and walked towards her. Meeting up they went into the kitchen entrance just as Linda walked out, her breasts swaying as she moved. James stared intently at his grandmother before telling her she looked great. Linda flushed and made her way over to the bench. Sarah and Iris grinned and asked her what happened; she told them what James had said.
"The boys not wrong, you do look great, we all do." Sarah said as she leaned against Iris. Iris grinned and put an arm round Sarah.
"Sarah, I've been thinking; I know unusual!" They all giggled.
"Go on?"
"You know we have a problem with the arrangements and stuff. Me being the other woman..."
"You were Joe's wife just as much as I was." Sarah poked Iris's ribs gently.
"OK, OK, I get that, but legally, we're in limbo. I have an idea how to sort it out."
"Really, how would we do that?"
"Sarah, would you marry me?" Iris said and kissed Sarah's cheek.
"Whaaa? Marry you, why..."
"I've been reading about Civil Partnerships and Marriage and it would be a great way to settle things, what do you think?"
"Well apart from the fact I've only been widowed about three weeks, yes it's a perfect arrangement."
"So you will marry me?"
"I hardly know you," Sarah said fluttering her eyelashes, "We need to give it time, I never say yes on the third date."
"Oh My God, you've slept with me twice, I feel used..." Iris said giggling, "I thought you loved me, I think I should leave."
Sarah cracked up and the two wrapped their arms round each other. Linda grinned.
"Don't you think you should bury your first husband before marrying another woman?" she asked archly.
"Oh God, yes of course, to both questions, we'll bury Joe, sort things round and then early next year we'll marry."
"I'll revert to my maiden name anyway, at least for the marriage."
"What was your name before you married Joe?"
"Hitchcock, what? it's not funny you know. There's nothing wrong with Hitchcock. What's so funny?"
Sarah was laughing out loud, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"No it's not funny, is it Mum?"
"Iris, our family name is Hitchcock too!"
"No! Really? Is it really? Well bugger me, who'd have thought it."
"Drinks time, better rehydrate the troops, they're looking a bit limp." Linda wandered towards the kitchen door calling the children to her, promising drinks and biscuits. They whooped and followed her in. Noisy laughter came out of the kitchen, before Linda exited with a tray. She walked back to the bench.
"Ladies I have cool refreshing squash, with ice and a bowl of strawberries. Plus a few biscuits I liberated before the locusts descended."
Linda placed the tray on the small table beside the bench, her large milky white breasts rolling forward and down, hanging pendulously below her chest.
"Have to watch I don't knock anything over with these two," she said, "That's the downside of being big boobed and topless."
"Those bad boys look great Mum, have you put some sunscreen on them, burnt boobs are bloody painful."
"The other downside of bare boobs is crumbs in your cleavage." Iris said brushing biscuit crumbs off her breasts and smiling.
Sarah who had just taken a mouthful of squash sent it back out in a shower across the lawn as she tried to swallow and laugh at the same time.
"Iris, you're terrible," said Linda grinning.
"Really itches," Iris complained as she brushed her breasts again. Lifting them apart gently she tried blowing into her cleavage, satisfied she allowed them to return to their natural state.
"Where are the troops?" Sarah said, as she wiped her mouth and nose.
"Too hot apparently, James and Jenny are organising a DVD for them, they're hunting through the old ones they loved as kids."
"well that'll keep them quiet for five minutes at least," sighed Iris, lifting her face towards the sky.
"God! this is idyllic, I could stay here all day. Shall we have a picnic later; put a rug on the lawn and stuff."
"Sounds an excellent idea, we can sit by the trees over there," said Linda.
Much later, after the children went to bed, Linda, Iris and Sarah sat in the cooling evening shade on the patio, with a gin and tonic and a plate of fruit.
"Iris, were you really serious about us marrying?"
"Of course I was why wouldn't I be?"
"It's just because this whole situation is so... well, convoluted, so twisted, I don't know what to think at times. Except I realise you are a good woman and a true friend. Had we met any other way I'm sure we would be firm friends and..."
"Bosom pals?" Iris said with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes, that too, I would be able to tell you anything and know that you'd keep it secret or offer me good advice."
"Talking of bosom's, I'm off inside to get a top, anyone need one?" Linda stood and the other two nodded.
Sarah and Iris sat quietly thinking over the strange turn of events that had brought them together. Linda returned shortly, she had pulled on a sleeved t shirt, and her breasts were pushed out against the fabric.
"Here," she said offering two similar tops to Iris and Sarah.
The two women pulled the t shirts over their bare tops and snuggled back down again.
"We can go inside if you like," Sarah offered, the other two shook their head.
"No I'm fine; the weather's too good to waste inside,"
"No I'm happy enough out here; we'll go in when it gets darker."
Later they wandered inside for tea and a snuggle on the sofa. Linda sat in the middle with Iris and Sarah nestled against her. They dropped off leaning against each other, waking around midnight. They went round locking up and climbed wearily upstairs to bed. Linda disappeared into her room leaving Iris and Sarah to undress and crawl into bed. Later they were aware of James standing at the foot of the bed.
"James what is it?" Sarah asked sitting up, feeling Iris doing the same next to her.
"Mum, Iris, I may have done a stupid thing," James sat at the bottom of the bed. Iris crawled out from under the duvet and slid next to him. Sarah following Iris perching herself on the opposite of James, they nestled closer.
"I'm sure it can't be that bad can it?" Iris said, placing an arm round his waist.
"Well... you know Dad has a sister in Australia, well I decided to try to phone her. I got through about an hour ago and I've told her what's happened..."
"What everything that's happened?" Sarah looked into his eyes, seeing Joe reflected back at her.
"Everything; Dad's accident, Iris, the inquest, everything; the thing is she wants to come over and be at Dad's funeral, I said it would be OK?"
"She's his sister, why shouldn't she be there, it's her right, and this is not a problem James. It actually solves something I've been wrestling with for days." Sarah patted his thigh and he smiled, almost.
"Are you sure, I mean about Dad and you and Iris and everything?"
"Of course, why wouldn't I be?"
"Iris are you okay with this?"
"Why not, it's your Dad's sister, she'll be more than welcome. It's a shame that his mother can't be told, do you have any idea where she is?"
"We never knew where she was placed, Joe never said."
"He only vaguely talked about her and never said anything about her whereabouts, maybe..."
"Stephanie..."
"Yes, Stephanie will be able to help, James how did you find her number?"
"Dad gave me her number last year, he said that if I ever wanted to go travelling I should look her up and go stay with her."
"Oh, you never mentioned it; I mean we send Christmas cards but never phoned,"
"He told me that he'd lost contact with her years ago and that his mother had dementia and no longer recognised him."
"Well he could hardly let two sets of cards from his wife and family arrive could he. He told me the same about his mother though."
James gave a little cough, they looked at him again.
"She's going to phone the house phone at eleven this morning, it'll be about eleven at night for her I think."
"OK, that's not a problem; we can all talk to her, now why don't we get some sleep?" Sarah climbed back into bed and James stood and looked at Iris, on impulse he hugged her and left. Iris grinning crawled back in beside Sarah. Sarah put a hand to her cheek and smiled.
"You are eminently huggable in an adorably sisterly way, goodnight."
Sarah lay back and wondered when the lies Joe had used to sustain his life would really totally unravel. Iris lay thinking what Stephanie would think of her and the mess Joe had left. Neither slept that well and awoke definitely far from refreshed. They heard Linda organising the children and heard them thundering down the stairs, breakfast being their priority.
Sarah felt Iris's hand reach for hers. They held hands and looked at each other. Iris propped herself up on an elbow and looked at Sarah with sad eyes. Sarah reached up and cupped her chin in her hands. They leaned together and kissed, then fell against each other crying silently, their tears wetting the others shoulder. Pulling themselves closer together they hugged and cried, bodies touching from head to toe. Sarah's free hand cupped the back of Iris's head and held her close. Iris had her hands round Sarah's back. For fifteen minutes neither spoke, then they gently released each other, looking into each other's eyes. Iris finally spoke,
"What a pair of cry-babies we are, come on let's get up and get organised. Poor Linda has had to cover for the both of us; she shouldn't have to do that."
"Mum's more than capable of looking after herself, don't underestimate that woman, she's a Spartan under that soft and cuddly exterior, but you're right we do need to get organised, do you want to shower first or after."
"Together, I've never shared a shower with anyone before and I've decided I'm going to try new things and create a new me. Come on it'll be fun."
"Go on then, I'll do your back and you can do mine. This could be fun and God knows we need some of that lately."
Climbing out of bed they went into the en-suite bathroom and took turns to pee, before climbing into the large shower which took up almost all of the space, even though it was a generously sized room. Soon they were giggling and splashing each other. Turning her back Sarah wriggled herself as Iris began to pour the cold shower gel onto her shoulders. Iris's hands began to cover Sarah's back from neck to bottom, then with a giggle she slid her arms round Sarah and pushed herself against her. Sarah felt Iris's hands cup her breasts and she squawked with surprise, spinning round she caught her nose against Iris's, who with her hands on Sarah's back slid them down to her bottom and cupped her cheeks. Sarah squawked again as Iris kissed her open mouth. Pulling her close Iris sighed and Sarah automatically placed her own arms around Iris and cupped her bottom. They moved around under the spray until the soapy creamy gel disappeared. They stopped and looked into each other's eyes. As Sarah went to speak Iris kissed her lips again and shook her head slightly, there was no need to speak. A few minutes later they came out of the shower and toweled dry, before going back to the bedroom to begin to dress for the day.
Downstairs, the kitchen was in chaos as the four youngsters messed around, swapping seats and eating each other's cereal. Glasses chinked and bobbled on the table as they scraped chairs backwards and forwards, bumping the table. Linda stood looking amused as they played around at the table, a cup of coffee in her right hand and a half eaten piece of toast in the other. Seeing the two women standing open mouthed in the doorway she waggled her piece of toast in welcome.
"Alright," roared Iris, with a grin, "enough already, settle down, this is not a rehearsal for a film. Sit Down!" The last two words were delivered with authority, and the four sat down, although James had a devilish grin on his face. "Don't even think about it," Iris said her eyes wide and staring. "I have a special set of skills and if you don't sit down and eat nicely, I will hunt you down and I will find you and I will kill you."
"Nice try Liam," said Jenny grinning, but before she got any further Iris had stepped forward and was tickling her whilst holding her down on the chair she sat at. Jenny was almost crying with laughter, when James slipped out of his chair and stepped behind Iris, quickly Sarah stepped in and began to tickle him. Harry and Mark seizing the opportunity, slid off their chairs and ran towards the others, Linda put her tea and toast down and intercepted Harry, picking him up and hugging him tightly. Mark, seeing Harry's predicament ran to Linda and began to try to tickle her knees, causing her to step back and hit the cabinets below the worktops. Sensing her lessening her grip, Harry began to wriggle and freeing his hands, placed them firmly against Linda's chest and pushed backwards. Linda giggled as Harry slipped his hands between her arms and chest and found her armpits; he began to tickle her mercilessly. Mark carried on with his assault on her knees, causing her to slide down the cupboard and collapse on the floor.
At the sound of Linda's collapse, the others turned to see what was happening. Staring open mouthed they watched Linda reduced to a quivering wreck as the boys mercilessly tickled her. Trying not to hurt them by lashing out with her arms and legs; Linda was roaring and wriggling trying to escape. Jenny noticing Iris's distraction wriggled out from her grip and began to tickle her armpits. Iris giggled and wriggled as Jenny successfully turned the tables on her. James feinted left and stepped back causing Sarah to stumble. James grabbed his mother as she overbalanced and swept her into his arms, lifting her off the floor. Screaming with laughter, Sarah desperately tried to keep her skirt tucked up to hide her underwear which was now on display to all who looked.
After ten minutes, peace was restored and James and Jenny help sit Linda up onto a chair. Iris, trying to keep a straight face, explained to Mark and Harry that they had to be gentle with Linda. James snorting didn't help and Sarah casually sent a hand over his backside, which was upturned as he helped settle Linda. Grinning he kissed Sarah's forehead and rubbed his backside. Sarah, her hand stinging, mouthed a rude word to him. He put his hand to his mouth in a mock show of horror. Sarah grinned and shook her head. It was just after eight thirty. The phone rang and James looked as Iris and Sarah's faces turned to each other.
"I'll get it," Jenny said and walked to the hall. They heard her pick up the receiver "Hello, 845826; yes, this is Jenny, Joe's daughter. Hi Aunty Stephanie, yes, I'll get Mum and Iris." Jenny walked back into the kitchen, raised her eyebrows, flicked the speakerphone switch and placed the phone on the table.
"Hello... Hello?"
"Hello, Stephanie, this is Sarah, and this is Iris," Sarah looked at Iris and nodded.
"Stephanie, this is Iris, it's good to hear your voice."
"Hi Sarah, Hi Iris, please call me Steph, only my mum ever called me Stephanie, and then usually only when I did something wrong."
"OK Steph, we know James told you about Joe and us, we're sorry we have to have our first conversation like this."
"Good old Joe, he was always trying things on. He was a little menace as a kid. Mum used to tan his hide regularly. He was always up to something."
"Well it seems he was really up to mischief over here, whilst we were utterly clueless about his double life."
"Sounds like Joe. But he was also a hard worker, if there was something interested him, he'd get right into it and find out everything he could about it. He was a pretty brainy bugger as well."
"Sounds about right Steph, by the way we've got a couple of little ears here, so we might need to be careful."
"Gotcha! I'll try to be as discreet as I can, but Joe was a contrary... man for sure. Not that I want to knock the guy, but, well he was my brother and I'm allowed too, alright. Anyway the reason for the call is for me to find out when the funeral will be. I'm owed a fair amount of leave, but I don't want to impose or get in the way so..."
"No, No Steph, come when you can and stay as long as you want. Iris and I would love to have you come stay for a while, wouldn't we Iris?"
"You bet, Steph it would be so good to have you here, please just get a flight and we'll look after the rest."
"Now that's really cool, OK, I'll get into work tomorrow and sort something out. I'll ring you tomorrow arvo, no worries."
"When?"
"Oh sorry, tomorrow afternoon, sorry the Strine just slips in, although I try not to let it."
"OK thanks Steph, speak again tomorrow, take care."
The line went dead and without realising it, they let out a collective sigh; then blushing started to laugh. Harry and Mark, not getting the joke looked at the others in despair. Shaking their heads they went to the back door and out into the early morning sunshine.
"We need to speak to the Undertakers today," said Iris enjoying the sun warming her face.
"Yes we do don't we, I'll have breakfast and phone them." Sarah said, turning her face to the sun also.
"Tea and toast OK ladies?" Linda asked as she too looked towards the blue sky overhead.
"Perfect,"
"Absolutely."
Linda left the two women and went to prepare breakfast. James and Jenny appeared and stood by the women. Sarah reached for Jenny's hand as James reached for Iris's.
"This will all work out," Iris said, feeling James hand squeeze hers.
"Of course it will," said James, "You and Mum are in charge, it'll be perfect."
"Breakfasts ready," Linda called from inside the kitchen.
"And as long as that's the case, we'll be able to meet any problem."
Jenny grinned and squeezed Sarah's hand, "Mum and Iris, superheroes."
"Stupid earholes?" said Mark, emerging from the doorway and looking at the four grown-ups.
"I think he's got us tagged," sighed Iris, ruffling his hair with her free hand.
They stood together, knowing that's how they would be from that day forward. |
Stockholm Syndrome Ch. 11-13 | 6,946 | 4.71 | 765,191 | [] | CHAPTER ELEVEN
Alex stayed in the hallway while the nurse helped me into bed, where I collapsed into the mattress. After she placed an ice pack under my neck and shot me up with the painkiller, she asked if I wanted Alex to come back in. I went back and forth in my head until I heard myself say yes, but only for a few minutes. While I waited, I tried to think of something to say to him, but it was useless. I came up with nothing.
Even though the medication had already started to work, I had to put my arm over my eyes because the light from the lamp overhead really hurt my eyes. When I heard him stand next to the bed I asked him to turn them off. He did without a word. I was only then able to look at him, staring into his eyes, seeing his red cheeks, his red eyes.
Yes, he was an ass, but I was in a major predicament. I knew no one in Stockholm, and I sure didn't want to go to an empty hotel room for who-knew-how-many days on end alone.
"Alex, is there anything I can say to make you believe that I don't blame you?"
"Say you forgive me." Again, the tone of his voice shook me to the core.
"There's nothing to forgive, but I forgive you anyway." I yawned. Although the painkiller never immediately knocked me out, it seemed it was sending me down fast that time. "I'm still mad at you, though."
His whole demeanor seemed to brighten. "Can I come by in the morning?"
"I don't care." Oh, I cared. I just didn't want him to know I cared.
Then I remembered what I'd said about being with him was a mistake, and I was sorry I'd met him. I sure as shit didn't mean it, especially after all he'd said to explain himself. I wanted to apologize, but the words never left my mouth.
"But you'll talk to me?"
"Yeah." I could no longer keep my eyes open. "But I'll still be mad at you."
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"Hmm, well, it appears to be healing, for the most part," the doctor said early the next morning after looking over my leg. "You eat at lunchtime, and I will let you leave before dinner."
I was elated.
"The physical therapist will be in in a few hours to show you some exercises for your arm and leg. I understand you are on vacation, but you also have a long journey home ahead of you. We will provide you with a crutch to help you get around. However, I am concerned about infection in a few areas."
I then deflated.
"I will give you an antibiotic to prevent it from getting worse. Also, I am not sure it would be in your best interests to leave you unguarded in your weakened state. It will be a few days before you are strong enough to get around on your own, even with the crutch."
I sighed. "I can talk with Jessica Peachtree at the Embassy to see what she can do."
"I am afraid I have already checked with her about this. They have no services for out-patient after care. I also informed her that more than likely you would be released this afternoon, though I advised against you staying at the Hotel Soder alone."
"Dr. Lindberg, I'll be fine there. I can always call the front desk, and—"
"Carrie, I'm sure you would like to leave this dreary place?"
Get out of here? Hell yes.
He smiled warmly. "I heard you've met our famous ..."
No, no! Don't you dare say it! I screamed to myself.
"Do you think if you asked him ..."
Damn it. He'd said it. At that moment he was the second Swede I was mad at.
"No, absolutely not." I said adamantly. "No. No."
"So, that is a no?" He grinned. "Dear, you really do not have any other option, I am afraid."
How about you give me a little more, or a lot more morphine – like enough to overdose – than you meant to give me? That'll solve everything.
After he left I lay in bed going over one solution after another after another. And every one brought me back to the only solution.
"Shit, shit, shit," I said to an empty room.
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"Owowowowow, sh-sh-sh, hmmph," I grunted while the PT showed me different ways to bend my elbow. Flex here, lift here, straighten there. Oh, go flex yourself! I thought, forcing myself not to cry.
I did really well until she started on my leg. Her hands under my knee, she told me to keep it up for as long as I could when she let go; it turned out to be minus three seconds that I held it up. It just flopped back on the bed, resulting in a blood-curdling scream from me. I gripped the railings and prayed the pain would subside. It felt like forever. But she kept it up until I was crying hysterically, and able to hold it up for half a second, literally. So, the PT was the third Swede I hated.
"Good, good. You go for walk."
You are fucking kidding me, right?! She lowered the bed railing and put her arm out for me, like I'd willingly get out on my own after that horrid thought.
"No crutch, just me. Want to feel how much weight you put on your leg."
It was a good thing she was a robust woman. I just knew I'd tilt right over and squash her. At least she'd be in a hospital when I did. She then made it to the number one spot on my personal 'Swedes I Hate the Most' list.
I made it eight steps out of the room before I was holding onto her for dear life, crying even harder than I was before.
"I'm ... I'm done. No more, please," I pleaded.
The PT would have nothing of it. "You keep going. Take your time, but you have—"
"May I?" I heard someone ask. I didn't have to look up to know it was Alex.
She said something in Swedish to him, which only seemed to piss him off because his voice wasn't as soft-spoken as it usually was. They exchanged a few words before she let go of me, and Alex gently wrapped his long, strong arms around my waist, his hand just under my right armpit.
"Carrie, I've got you. Come on."
"Thanks. Can't take anymore," I sobbed.
"Oh, no, sweetie. I'm not taking you back to your room. We have a hallway to see."
I leaned back up slightly, groaning the whole way. I swayed a little bit, putting some of my weight on me to hold me up.
"Damn it! It hurts!"
"You want to get out of here, don't you?"
"You've spoken to Dr. Lindberg, haven't you?" I tried to snicker but couldn't.
"Yes, I have."
"I hate you."
"I hate you, too," he replied. I wasn't expecting to hear that. "Now get." He pushed me forward, making me take a shuffled step. "Good job. Keep it up."
"Oh, shut up!" I spat, though it didn't come out angrily. His body shuddered with a small chuckle.
Groaning, moaning, crying and whimpering, I made it to the fourth room past mine before I really couldn't take it anymore. Somehow, Alex must have known he'd pushed me as far as I could go and turned me around.
The PT was standing there with a wheelchair to take me back. Her good graces bumped her from the number three spot on my list.
"Let me know when she's in bed, and I'll—"
"Alex, no. Can you ... I want you to ..." Lord knows why I couldn't say it.
"Carrie, she can—"
"I don't care."
"Envis kvinna," the PT said.
"Ja, hon ar," Alex replied as he took the wheelchair handles.
"That's really rude, Alex," I snipped. "What'd she say? Did she cuss me out?"
"She said you were stubborn, and I agreed."
I couldn't really argue with that. I was on a real losing streak so far. Alex kissed the top of my head before he wheeled me into the room. Ah, to hell with the 'Hate' list.
Again groaning and grunting and crying, I made it onto the bed, feeling like I'd run a marathon. I would have curled up into a ball if my body would have let me, so I had to settle with crying with my arm over my eyes.
"Sweetheart, here," Alex said as he put his hand on my wrist and pulled away.
"Leave me alone, please. I'm tired, and I hurt like hell. Just let me cry 'til I pass out." I had stopped crying, though, but was in no less pain.
"I don't care," he said, echoing my own words back at me.
Squeezing my wrist tighter and using a little more force, I lost all of my willpower and put my arm down. Then he placed a damp, cool washcloth over my forever then my cheeks, wiping gently.
I sighed happily. "Hmm. Can you just lay it over my eyes?"
After he did, I felt the mattress sink a little on the side, and he started brushing my hair back. "You still mad at me?" he whispered.
"Yep. Hey, can you get the—" I didn't have to finish my sentence because the nurse had just walked in. Alex quickly stopped and leaned back.
"I have something for the pain, but not strong," she said as she wiped my forearm then inserted the needle. "You have to be wide-awake when you are discharged. Just relax. You'll be in good hands with Alex ..."
"Whoah, wait! What?" I asked, throwing the washcloth off my eyes and looked around for the nurse, but she was gone. "What the hell was she talking about?"
I thought I'd yelled at him, but apparently the painkiller started to work, so there wasn't much anger behind it.
"Oh, um," he stuttered. "I was hoping to be able to talk with you about that."
"Yeah, you'd better start explaining, buddy," I said then yawned.
"Carrie, I'm going to be here for at least another month, and I want you to stay with me at my flat."
"No. I already told Dr. Lindberg no. Period. End of discussion." The pain was all but gone, and I had trouble keeping my eyes open.
He shook his head. "To be honest, I want you with me."
"To be honest, I don't." His face contorted as if I slapped him in the face. "Oh, Alex. I didn' mean that. It's jus' I don't wanna be an imp'tion."
"A what?"
"Impo'tion. I thawwwt you knew En'lish. God! A burden." I slowly closed my eyes.
He chuckled. "I am taking you home."
"No, you're naw't."
"Yes, I am. Say okay."
"No."
"Aw, come on now. I know you can say it. It's just two little letters, O and K."
"O and K," I muttered in a distant, sleep-induced, stupored voice.
"Smart ass. Careeee, say okay."
"Ooookaaay."
"That's my girl."
"Bu' I'm not stay'in with you."
CHAPTER TWELVE
Sometimes a girl says things that she doesn't mean, didn't mean to say, or didn't know what she was saying to begin with. I was in the second and third categories.
"Now, Carrie," the discharge nurse began.
It was just after seven, and I was in the wheelchair in my hospital room waiting to get the heck out of there. I was permitted to shower, which was the best shower I'd ever had, being that it was the first in five days. The lukewarm water stung my leg wound and the cuts here and there as well. But it was washing my hair that really made me feel better.
"There is an appointment already set for you at ... half past two Monday." She looked over at Alex, who was sitting on the bed. "Du kommer att föra henne?"
He smiled, staring at me. "Yes, I'll get her here on time."
"Great. Dr. Lindberg will take the stitches out then, but ..." She spouted something off to Alex, who only nodded. I was too physically drained to even care what she said. "In the bag are an antibiotic, your refill of Lisinpril and a tabular painkiller, but take that after food only. Do you have any questions?"
"No. I can' think of anything."
"Okay. Remember, the doctor wants you off that leg entirely, except to go the bathroom, and use your crutch. No more than five minutes, okay? At any time if you get severe headaches that acetaminophen will not get rid of, or any nausea, and/or vomiting, you call us immediately. Understand?" I nodded. "Good. You are ready to go." Damn, finally! I thought, having a visual of me doing the victory dance. "I will get the orderly so he can escort you out."
"That won't be necessary," Alex commented as he stood. The tone in his voice was very much Eric Northman's: deep but soft, husky, yet authoritatively.
"I am sorry. It is hospital policy. You may push her, of course, but the orderly must be present. Be well, Carrie."
"I will. Thanks." She had just reached the door. "Oh! Can you tell the physical therapist I am truly sorry for being ... such a bitch?"
She smiled. "Of course I will, but you were an angel compared to some of her patients."
When she left, Alex knelt in front of me. "My little angel," he cooed then grinned. "I like that."
"Alex, I can pretty much guarantee I won't be an angel for a couple of days."
"I'm up for that challenge. I've got a driver who'll drop us off at my place. There's lots of leg room, and hopefully you won't be up for too long."
"Why not take my rental ... oh, shit! I totally forgot. What happened with—"
"I forgot to tell you. I returned it Monday morning. I hope you don't mind."
I relaxed. "Oh. Thanks. We'll need to swing by the hotel to get my luggage."
"Already in my flat." I thought I was the queen of planning, but apparently Alex was one step ahead of me, damn him. "Are you still mad at me?"
I narrowed my eyes at him, trying not to grin. "It depends. Are you gonna feed me?"
He smiled. "Anything you want."
I couldn't hold the grin back anymore. "Can I get ice cweam?"
"Every flavor, if you want it."
"Gelato? Dark chocolate and sea salt or cherry broccoli."
"Ew. You're pushing it."
"Can't blame a girl for trying." I grinned. "I'll think about it."
About half an hour later we were sitting in the back seat of Gustaf's car, who was our driver for the day. As awkward as it was meeting someone in his family, Gustaf seemed like a good guy.
It wasn't my intent to snuggle up beside Alex, but my body just gravitated toward him. He put his arm around me, and I put my head in the crook of his arm.
"Alex, why did you bother your brother to drive us?" I whispered so Gustaf couldn't hear.
"Because I didn't want to ... It was just easier." I didn't like the tone of his voice, for some reason.
"Easier than what?"
He sighed. "I didn't want to drive."
"But you drove my rental to the airport," I pointed out.
"No, I didn't. Gustaf and Eija helped me out." His chest rose, his body tensed.
"Huh?"
Then it hit me. I remembered my car accident twenty years earlier, the one that caused my ten-year later neck surgery; arthritis had set in because of that. I leaned my head back and looked over his face, waiting for an explanation.
"I drove with Bill in his car while Gustaf drove yours."
"Yep, that's me! I am now a chauffeur. Chauffeur Charlie, at your service," Gustaf chimed in. I glanced briefly at the rear view mirror; he winked.
"Gustaf, knock it off," Alex said sternly and very brotherly.
"Hey! Would you like a tour of the city from the back seat?" Gustaf asked. "I can drive you by Alex's grade school or the corner where Evelina Mellgren gave you that black eye. Heard she got married and—"
"Håll käft!" Alex barked. "Aren't chauffeurs supposed to shut the hell up?"
"Normal ones, yes. But brother chaueffeurs ..." I couldn't help but laugh.
He squeezed my shoulder, bringing me back to him. "But why couldn't you—"
Then I got it. It takes some people a while to get behind the wheel after an accident. If there is a passenger that's really hurt, it takes even longer. I couldn't think of anything to say to comfort him, so I took his hand and held it tight for the remainder of the thirty minute drive, which felt like thirty hours.
By the time we drove up to his building, I had zero strength. Alex got out of the car and walked around to the other side to help me out.
Gustaf got out and stood by him. "Anything I can do?" he asked Alex.
"Yeah, can you get her crutch out of the trunk, please?"
"Why, yes, of course, certainly, Master Skarsgard," Gustaf replied in a British accent, winked at me then went to the back of the car. Alex grunted under his breath.
I scooted over, took Alex's hand and carefully, very slowly, pushed myself out of the car, all the while moaning and groaning.
"Hmmph, I'm gonna need you to—" I straightened my legs, not putting any weight on my right leg.
I groaned as he took me, and I leaned into him. "I've got you. I've got you."
"Gustaf keeps winking at me," I whispered, but I wasn't angry or anything.
"I'll kick his ass later for you."
The trunk closed and Gustaf came to us. I gathered up my courage and tried to take a step with my right leg. "Ow, ow ... ow, shit."
"Whose ass are you—" He stopped when he saw me struggling. "Can I help?" His voice was genuinely concerned.
I said no, but Alex said yes. Maybe I needed a little more help than I thought. "Please, Gustaf. Um, my right arm's pretty sore, so if you could—"
Alex grabbed a hold of my waist. "Put your arm around me, Carrie." I did without a second thought. "Gustaf, you do the same."
"Geez, Alex. I don't need—"
"Yes, you do," he said firmly. "And if you even attempt to argue with me, I'll put you right back in the car where you'll sit until you decide not to be so damned stubborn." His tone was playful, but I took the hint. I growled at him but smiled.
So, I had a Skarsgard on each side of me holding me up, slowly progressing up the sidewalk, and it was going well. I was hopping on my good leg, the guys both bent over because I was much, much shorter than them.
"This must be a sight," Gustaf said. "Three people and seven legs."
I was about to tease the guys that I was the cream filling in a Skarsgard cookie when I made the mistake of instinctively stepping on my right foot. I cursed loudly and had to stop. My head was beginning to spin terribly and was feeling a little nauseas.
"Hang in there. We're right at the door," Alex said reassuring. The door opened seemingly on its own until I saw a woman holding the door for us. "Tack." Thank you was one of about five Swedish translations I knew. "Hey, hey," he said as he hit the button to the elevator.
"Carrie, lean into me. Gustaf, let go." When he let go, Alex cradled me stronger in his arms. My ears ringing loudly, I wrapped both arms around him, put my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes. The elevator opened and he guided me in.
"Alex, she's looking really pale," Gustaf commented.
I felt his body shift. Wiping the side of my face, he said, "Yeah, she is. We're almost there, sweetheart. We'll get you straight into bed and you can sleep for three days if you need to."
"Hmm," I muttered. "I can barely handle one Skar—"
"Hey, Gustaf," Alex interrupted, his voice much louder than it needed to be, which startled me a little. "Tell Granma I'm sorry I won't be able to make it ..." I then lost my hearing.
The next thing I knew I was laying on a bed, my legs over the edge. I screamed bloody murder, crying, as it felt like my right leg was splitting in two again. With no doing of my own, my legs were lifted and my body naturally turned all the way on the bed, my head resting on a pillow.
"Carrie, you stay right here. I'm going to say goodbye to Gustaf then be right back. You okay?"
"No," I answered honestly. "Th'nk 'em for meee," I slurred.
"Will do."
Second obstacle in the bag, I thought to myself as I lay there. My head stopped spinning, the nausea was gone, but I had a wicked headache.
The bed suddenly sunk down on one side. "I'm back. How ya doin'?"
I turned toward him and forced my eyes open. "Asp'rin."
"Okay. You have a while to go before another painkiller, I'm afraid. And I've got the aspirin right here, bendy straw, even."
"What's a benty straw?" I asked as he grabbed the glass from the nightstand, scooped something up and brought them toward my mouth. When I saw the straw I smiled stupidly. "Oh, it bends. I thought it was Swedish for something."
He chuckled. "No. Here." He handing me the pills, which I put in my mouth. "Bend your head a little more so water doesn't spill. I don't want my comforter ruined." I didn't think twice about his comment.
He guided the straw to my mouth, and I swallowed the pills. "Thanks. I won't need the painkiller yet cuz I'm ready to sleep now."
"Good," he said as he stood, grabbed a blanket that was hanging over the back of a chair and covered me before sitting down beside me again. He snuck Lucky onto the bed, goofing around like the stuffed teddy bear was climbing up itself, jumping on my stomach and doing a little dance. I laughed, smiled and stuffed it under my left arm, squeezing it tight.
"I'll leave the bedroom door open, so if you need me just holler. I'll hear you."
"Okay. And thanks for everything."
He smiled affectionately. "You're very welcome." He stood up again, walked to the other side of the bed and grabbed a pillow. At first I was thinking he was going to sleep beside me, but he grabbed a second blanket, put it and the pillow on the end of the bed and rummaged through a dresser drawer.
When he pulled out bed sheets, I teased, "Doing the Swedish single man's Changing-of-the-Bed-Sheets thing?"
He frowned, grabbed the items and stood by me. "What the hell is that?"
"You know." I put out a long, hard yawn. "Like the British changing of the guards."
He laughed. "No, silly. Looks like I'll be sleeping on the couch while you're here."
"Huh? Wha'? Alex!" I exclaimed, trying to sit up but failed.
"Carrie, I've spent many a night on that couch. It's no big deal."
"But I just assumed you had two beds." At that moment I really wished I had taken a painkiller. I knew I'd never sleep with the thought of being on Alex's bed, his real bed, the one he sleeps on bed.
"Shh. Just get some rest, now."
As if on cue, I melted into the mattress, got comfortable and closed my eyes. "I am not even going to argue with you."
"Good. You're learning. Am I permitted to give you a good night kiss, or are you still too mad at me?"
"I'd be mad at you if you didn't," I answered sleepily.
Only a second passed until I felt his warm, soft lips on mine. I moaned then moaned again when he broke the kiss.
"Sleep well, my angel."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
I woke up to the smell of bacon, noise in the kitchen and a soft whistling. I tried to open my eyes but only managed to pop my right one open; the left one stayed stapled. I moaned softly, just for the sake of moaning my predicament then rubbed the left eye open. At first I thought I was in the hotel room after we'd just made love – okay, so I prefer that word as well – and Alex was making breakfast, although the room didn't have a kitchen.
Then I looked around the room and remembered exactly where I was: Alexander Skarsgard's bedroom. There was a bookshelf with two shelves of books, photos and little trinkets, and on the top were some awards, but I didn't recognize any of them. There were a lot of framed nature scenes on the walls, mainly of mountain ranges and gorgeous rivers.
After being in so much pain the night before, I dreaded getting out of bed. So I just lay there biding my time until my bladder squawked and threatened to explode. Sitting up slowly, I gingerly threw my legs over the bed. Again, my thigh hurt, but it wasn't as bad, not yet, anyway.
Looking around for the crutch, I saw it propped up against the wall by the door. How in the world did he expect me to get the crutch from over there?
But then I remembered what I'd told him the night he came after he'd disappeared. I didn't mean what I said at all. I made a mental note to apologize to him.
"Alex," I rasped, but it was only a croak. I cleared my throat and tried again.
"Carrie?" he called out. "Is that you?"
"No. It's the other woman you have in your bedroom." I snickered. I hadn't lost my sense of humor.
He rushed into the room, alarmed. "Are you okay? What's wrong?"
I shook my head, grinning at his reaction. "Nothing, but I have to use the bathroom."
His shoulders sunk in relief. "Damn. You had me worried." Without looking, he reached for the crutch and handed it to me. "You got it? Need any help?"
"Yes, I think. Well, no," I said, putting the arm rest under my left arm, tested it out and tried to remember how I was supposed to use it properly. I put my right foot down without any weight and leaned onto the crutch. It was more difficult than I thought it would be. "Now yes. Can you stand real close behind me, or beside me, just in case?"
I made it to the bathroom in the hallway all right, groaning with every step I took. I looked at the toilet seat, which was jammed tight between two narrow walls with no hand rests – of course he wouldn't need any there.
Alex was still behind me as I tried to figure out how exactly I was going to drop my lounge pants and sit without exposing myself to him. That wasn't the real issue, though. Hell, he'd already seen me naked. I wanted to drop my pants with minimal effort so as not to scrape the wound and cause more pain, but it was beginning to throb anyway.
After several seconds, he said, "The trick is to grab the waist of the pant and while you squat to sit pull it all the way down on your way down."
I shot my head around and snapped, "How would you know?!" Oh, it's going to be a long day already.
Alex narrowed only one eye. "Because when Valter broke his leg he had to improvise. It worked for him."
"Yeah? Well, my leg isn't bro—Okay." I'd felt a little trickle escape and knew I'd have to at least try it. Mark that snippet on my list of apologies.
And that's what I did, without even caring he hadn't budged; the top I was wearing was down past my hips, so I wouldn't be showing anything.
Getting down was one thing, but getting up and pulling up the pants at the same time was another. I took a deep breath, plastered my hands against the wall, leaned on my left leg and pushed myself up, instantly regretting it as my right arm protested, cramped up and kissed the wall.
"Hey, hey," I heard Alex say as he grabbed my left arm, putting it around his waist. "Hold onto me. I got your pants."
"For godssake, Alex! I can—"
"Apparently you can't, can you?" he asked, his voice angry and his expression stern. "Do you want me to help or not? I can leave you here—"
"Alex," I whined. He was throwing it right back at me as much as I was dishing it, which I deserved. "I just ..."
"Carrie, that's why I'm here. I want to help you." The sincerity in his voice touched me.
"I'm just—" Then I broke down in tears.
"Oh, sweetheart," he whispered. Without any sarcastic or mean remarks, he pulled up my pants then handed me the crutch. "Let's get you back in bed. I only have the eggs to do then you can take a painkiller. You'll feel better once you eat."
I nodded. He brushed the hair from my forehead before he stepped back, leaned against the vanity and watched me, keeping a hand out.
Stopping in the hallway, I asked, sniffing, "Think I can sit on the couch for a bit?"
"Girl! You're taking all my beds!" he teased, but I didn't take it that way.
"Hey! You were the one—" Again, I turned into the patient from hell and broke down.
The crutch disappeared, and my body glided against an even bigger crutch, its long, strong arms holding me up as he led me to the living room. I grabbed the arm rest, Alex holding me up until I sat down, not being able to control my crying. I wasn't hurting, I just felt so damned helpless.
Alex put his arms over my shoulders and pulled me into him. "Carrie, it's okay. Shh."
My body started rocking while he ran his hand over my back, and I buried my face against his chest. He kept whispering softly, but through my sobs I couldn't hear him.
Several minutes later I took a long, deep breath, wiped my face and forced myself to calm down.
"Is my little angel back?" He asked. I laughed, though it was one of those laugh-cries. He pushed me back gently. "What's so funny?"
I pulled away and sat back, but took his arm and wrapped it around mine. "I'm acting like a two-year old and you call me an angel? Why, anyway?"
"You're acting like a two-year old because—"
"No, Alex. Why angel?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "The nurse. You hungry yet?" I nodded. "Good. How do you like your eggs?"
"Scrambled, no salt, but just one. I don't know how much I can keep down. I'm hurting much more now than in the hospital. Oh, and no bacon. I don't think I should have anything too greasy. No butter on the toast, either. Just dry. Orange juice, too, if you have it."
He looked over my face, slowly grinning. "I don't do special orders."
"Ha, ha." I grew serious. "Alex, I'm truly sorry for being such an ungrateful bitch. I thought I could handle it."
"Don't worry about that, Carrie. I understand. I've got thick skin."
"Doesn't matter. You've gone out of your way to help me out. I really don't know what I would have done without you."
"Honestly, it was for purely selfish reasons." I must have looked at him oddly, not really sure how to take that, because he seemed to tense up. "When I'm home it's the only time I really get any peace. That's why I went to Iceland; I had a lot of thinking to do, and it helped. But then I met you." He hesitated a moment.
I was afraid to ask, but I just had to. "How do you mean?" His words made me feel like I ruined his quiet time.
He turned his head away, looking down. "Because I didn't realize how lonely I was, am, until I'd spent time with you. I like doting on a woman, helping her, if she'll let me. It's nice." He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees.
I put my hand on his back. "Can I say something, might be a little too personal, though." He sat back again, but that time I didn't take his arm. He didn't reply so I went for it. "Alex, I understand where you're coming from, really. Hell, I'd love to be married and dote on my man, have someone to come home to, make dinner for. But you can't let our situation make you crazy just because you haven't found the woman you need."
He sighed. "There's a reason why I've had so many girlfriends. They've all been strong, independent women. It seemed like they shunned me from ... doting on them."
"And because you're helping me out you think, what?" My voice was angry; it was soft and calm. I was trying to get a feel for where he was coming from so I could figure out where I was coming from.
"Oh!" he exclaimed, finally looking at me with his eyes wide. "I didn't mean you aren't."
I smiled reassuringly, though I couldn't help but hear, 'I didn't mean you aren't my strong, independent girlfriend.'
I said, "I know that." I sighed, frustrated. He hadn't said anything about continuing our relationship when I went home, nor had he said anything about getting married. It was not the right time to have such a deep conversation, as my leg was starting to scream at me.
"How are those eggs doing?" I piped in quickly.
"I get what you're saying."
"Good. Could you explain it to me?"
He finally smiled, which was a great relief. "I need to stop looking for a woman I think I want and find a woman I need."
Again, I heard, 'I need to stop looking for a woman I think I want because I found the woman I need.' Coma. I need to be in a coma. "Yeah, that's sounds about right."
"But how in the hell do I know what I need if I don't know what I need?"
I leaned forward, ignoring my thigh and put my chin on his forearm. "You'll know when you meet her, at least that's what I've told myself for years. I'd rather wait for the one I need than the one I want. Out there is some girl who will absolutely adore you for your thoughtfulness, sense of adventure, tenderness. You'll know, Alex. You'll know. You can't always get what you want," I concluded.
He looked at me in amazement, his eyes filled with moisture but not quite tears. "You're quoting Mick Jagger?"
"Ah," I said, shrugging my shoulders. "You quote Abba, so why can't I quote Mick?"
He smiled and kissed my forehead. "Thank you, Carrie."
"Anytime. Now feed me, please."
"Right." He stood and walked toward the kitchen, hiding his hand wiping his eye.
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We had finished eating, and I was surprised I was hungrier than I thought. Alex teased me that since it was almost noon it was actually brunch. I was also surprised that I'd slept fourteen hours straight, considering I never slept more than two in the hospital.
I made it back to the bed, and even though I'd taken a painkiller I was really, really hurting, though I held my tears back. I finally got settled on my side, a pillow under my right knee so not to stretch the wound.
Alex was sitting on the other side, peering down at me. "Are you comfortable?" He yawned, curiously.
"I am. It feels great to sleep on my side for a change. Are you sleepy?"
"Yes, sort of. I didn't sleep well. I kept thinking I heard you call for me. I read over a script, but I couldn't remember the name of my character."
"Oh. Well, I think I'll be sleeping a lot the next day or so, so you won't have to worry about me." Then it was my turn to yawn. "Alex, I wanted to apologize for all I've said to you. It was mean and so not me. You sure don't deserve being treated so shitty after all you've done for me."
"What have you said? I don't remember anything mean you've said." I knew he was playing with me, but I was dead serious.
"What I feel worse about is what I said to you Wednesday night."
"You don't owe me an apology. I totally deserved that."
"Yes, yes, I do, and you didn't deserve it. I had no right to get all pissed at you. I still can't justify why I was in the first place. Alex, it wasn't a mistake that we were together. I'll never believe that. That night was the best I think I've ever had ... I mean the whole evening, the date, not, um, you and me ... even though that was ... great." I sighed, growing drowsier by the minute. "And I am not sorry I met you. I really do appreciate everything you've done for me. I don't think I can ever say that enough." I ended my speech with another yawn, finding it hard to keep my eyes open.
"Carrie, I don't know what to say to that." He seemed incredibly bashful. "But I have to live with being the one that put you in the hospital."
I stretched my arm out and put my hand on his knee. "Alex, honey, don't. I'm not sorry it happened. It just gave us more time together. Besides, I got to steal some of your kisses." What the hell? I berated myself. "God, that was corny. I'm delirious with pain." I smiled.
"You didn't steal them. I gave them to you."
"Good point. Well, now that we've had our heart-to-heart, and since you didn't get much sleep, think you'd wanna nap with me?"
He smiled so warmly it was touching. Lying down beside me, he took my hand and held it tight. "You, my dear Carrie, are one special woman."
"I know. What can I say?" For some reason, I noticed something about his facial features that I hadn't really noticed before. "Hey, you have a pointy chin, too."
"Wow," he said, smiling. "I give you an awesome compliment and you insult me? Damn!" We both laughed. "So, you didn't mean I was a good actor?"
"Huh? Oh, that. You are. You are! I just meant your tears. You have to remember I know more of the 'outside world' Alex than the 'real' Alex. But now I know you were genuine."
"Get some rest. I want to check your wound later."
"Why?" I asked, closing my eyes.
"Remember? The doctor is worried about infection; the nurse, too, wanted me to keep an eye on it."
"Yes, Dr. Skarsgard."
I went to sleep with his arm protectively over my shoulder. |
Stevie's Journey Ch. 02 | 13,469 | 4.75 | 2,194,795 | [
"forced fem",
"humiliation",
"sexual service",
"fetish"
] | I sleep soundly but finally wake up and realize it's almost nine o'clock. I get up and take a shower. The hot water feels so good. I get dried off and go over to the dresser and open the top drawer and there are several pairs of panties in the drawer. I pick out a red pair and slip them up my legs. They feel so soft as I pull them up. I reach in and tuck my cock back between my legs. I go put on the long white man's shirt and comb my hair out, combing it back and tucking it behind the ears like she did. I walk out of the bedroom into the kitchen and see Mike and another man having a cup of coffee.
'Hello Steffie. I hope you slept alright.' He turns to the other man, 'We went to a party last night and Steffie does so like attention. Come sit down on my lap sweetie.'
I see the man looking at me and I can imagine what he is thinking. I go over and Mike spreads his legs and I sit over one leg, my legs now between his. I feel his hand on my bare thigh.
'Steffie, say hello to Thomas.'
'Hello Sir,' I answer trying to keep my voice sounding as feminine as I can but again I just think I sound like a fag.
'Hello Steffie. You are very pretty. I can see why you wanted to be a sissy. You are way to pretty to be a boy.'
I want to tell him that I don't want to be a sissy at all but I know what will happen to me if I tell him that. 'Thank you Sir, I'm glad you think I'm pretty.'
'Did you have a fun time at the party?'
'It was very different, that is for sure Sir.'
'A boy who works for me had an ecstasy party,' Mike tells him as he reaches down and adjusts my shirt so just a little of the red panties shows. 'There were a few men there, like I stopped there for a while and I wanted to pick up Steffie, but it was mainly gay boys and sissies there. You should have seen Steffie. She fit right in with the other sissy boys there. She wore a terrific outfit and everyone there wanted to get close to her but she spent most of her time with the other sissies.'
'I would have loved to have seen that. Mike, I've always said sissies make the best cocksuckers.'
'You could have researched that at that party Thomas. There were a couple sissies there that you couldn't keep off a cock. I know the slut Briana swallowed at least four loads during the night. You should have seen the look on Steffie's face when she was being displayed. She couldn't stop making eye contact with man after man to see if they were looking at her. She loved the way they looked at her. She is fighting it but she is such a sissy.'
'I would have loved to have been there. I know how hot things can get when a boy realizes what a cunt he really is. Was that you Steffie? Steffie, the sissy faggot cunt. Did you find a nice cock to suck at the party?'
'No, I was...' I start to say as Mike interrupts.
'Trust me, she couldn't keep her eyes off the cocks and I could tell she loved watching the sissies suck men off. Steffie is a virgin and this was her first gay party. She had never sucked a cock or been fucked. She didn't have permission to suck anyone's cock but that didn't keep her from looking. She told me later last night that she wished some man would have made her suck a stranger's cock in front of everyone.'
'Really, virgin, and such a naughty boy. You know how bad you want to make this deal Mike. Give me an hour with her and I will agree to your price and we will have a deal.'
'I want the deal for sure Thomas but she stays virgin till I decide how it's going to go, probably a silent auction. I will let you know before I do anything. I would really like to take her cherry but it's worth too much.'
I stand there listening to them talk about me like I'm his property and will do as told. I really want to say something but I think about the spanking last night and I force myself to stay quiet.
'What I will do to close this deal Thomas, is have Steffie suck your cock and you can come in her mouth if you want or all over her pretty face. Steffie, take off that shirt. Show Thomas your smooth body and your pretty panties.'
I unbutton the shirt as Thomas watches me. I take it off and lay it on a chair and turn and look at Thomas. He looks at me then down to my panties and motions for me to come closer. I move till I'm standing right in front of him as he sits at the kitchen table. I feel so helpless and weak. He reaches out and runs his finger over the smooth front of my panties.
'Perfect, sissies always keep their clits tucked between their legs,' he tells me as he rubs my crotch. He runs the flat of his hand between my legs and I can feel his hand squeeze my cock. It felt good when I did it to myself but this feels even better and I can keep from pressing against his hand when he touches me. 'You want to suck my cock sweetie? You want to taste my cum?' he asks as he continues rubbing his hand against my cock.'
I turn to look at Mike but Thomas grabs me by the chin and makes me look at him. 'Forget him. I asked you if you wanted to suck my cock.'
God, his hand feels so good. I look at him and know it's wrong but I want his cock. I need to know, now that I'm not high, if it's the same. Will I love the feel of a cock deep in my mouth? Do I want him cumming in my mouth? 'Yes Sir, I would like to suck your cock.'
'Get down on your knees, look up at me and tell me how you can't wait to suck my cock and become a cocksucker for many men.'
I just accept what is happening and go down on my knees and look up at him. 'I want to suck your cock Sir. I want to see what it feels like to be a cocksucker and suck off other men.' SLAP!! He slaps my face hard.
'I don't believe you. You need to tell me how much you like being treated like a sissy. Tell me how you really need cock in your mouth. Tell me what a sissy faggot you are and make me believe it.' My cheek really stings as I look down. 'No bitch, look at me and tell me what you really are.'
Trying to hold back tears, 'Sir, I love it when men treat me like a sissy. I love the way they talk to me making me see that I must really be gay. All I can think about is sucking cock Sir. Please let me suck your cock. I really want to be a good cocksucker Sir. Please help me. Fuck my face. Please!!'
'Ask your Master for permission bitch.'
I turn and look at Mike and his look says it all. He is enjoying watching this man use me. He nods his head to do it. 'He gave me permission Sir, can I suck you now?' I try to think about what I'm feeling but everything seems so unreal. it's like I'm watching this and not really doing it, but all I know is I want is to suck his cock. I need to suck his cock. 'Please Sir, please?'
His hand moves to the back of my head and he presses my head into his crotch and moves it slowly around. I can feel his hard cock through his slacks pressing against my cheeks. He holds me tightly and I have trouble breathing and finally he lets me loose. I take a big breath.
'What is your name?' he asks me holding my chin making me look at him.
'Steffie Sir.'
'Very good, and what are you?' he asks as he moves my hands to his belt.
I unfasten his belt and look up at him. 'I'm a sissy fagboy.' I look down at his crotch and I know he wants me to continue unfastening his slacks. I unzip him and he has no underwear on and his cock is right there. I just look at it.
'You can't believe how much you want to suck my cock, can you sissy boy? I understand Steffie. You know you shouldn't want to but you do. You want to feel my cock sliding into your mouth so badly. You can almost taste it, can't you sissy? You want to run your tongue all over the head, don't you Steffie?'
'Yes Sir, I really want to be your cocksucker.'
I just look at it as he rises up and pushing his slacks down enough to expose his whole cock and balls. His cock is at least seven inches, thick and very hard. He takes it in his hand and strokes it. He wipes a big drop of precum off his piss slit and holds his finger out in front of my face and then smears it onto my lips.
'Fag lipstick,' he says as he slides his finger into my mouth and I can't keep myself from sucking it. 'You really are so very gay Stevie. Come on boy, come show me how much you like worshipping cock.'
I lean forward eagerly and take the big mushroom head into my mouth and start rubbing my tongue all over it and licking his piss slit. I couldn't believe it when I heard myself moan as I sucked his cock deeper into my mouth. He pulls me off his cock and smeared the juices all over my cheeks and nose then pulls my head onto his cock making me take it deeper.
'This bitch does like to suck cock, doesn't she Mike? I can't wait to throat her.'
'Take it easy on her. This is new for her. She will take it all. You just need to be patient with her.'
'Patient, my ass. The only way bitches really learn is bent over some man's knees. That's the only time you can keep the bimbos mind where it should be.'
'Show him you can take it all Steffie. Let him watch you as you force yourself deeper and deeper till you feel it against your throat. I know you don't want Thomas spanking you so what are you going to do when you feel his cock at your throat Steffie?'
I can't imagine getting another spanking. My ass still really stings and is sore. Mike grabs my hair and pulls my head back till I'm looking right at Thomas.
'Tell him what you will do Steffie,' Mikes tells me.
'I will press harder Sir and I will take your cock down my throat. I want you to face fuck me and help train me to be a good cocksucker.'
'Very well said,' Mike states. 'Now show him what a terrific little cocksucker you are Steffie. Make him cum all over your face. I know how it turns you on to get a good facial.'
And I do it. I take my time making him want it more and more and I love the way he moans every time his cock slides into my throat. He takes my head in his hands and gives me a hard face fucking that only ends when he pulls his cock out of my mouth and sprays a big load of cum all over my face. I was panting hard trying to get my breath as I feel him take his cock and smear his cum all over my face and onto my lips.
'Stevie, you are such a slut. God, you couldn't get enough of my cock. I think this little bitch has been lying to you Mike. She sucks cock like a pro that been at it for a while. I might not be able to afford her first but this bitch and I are going to spend some serious time together in the future. You know my reputation as a trainer Mike.'
'I know Thomas. Your boys are terrific. I will have to see how it goes between us and then I will know how I'm going to handle things.
'Let me sign that paperwork and get the fuck out of here before I start begging you to let me fuck her,' Thomas tells Mike. After completing that, Thomas looks at me.
'I will be seeing you soon sissy boy. I am looking forward to spending time with you Steffie. Mike finds such pretty boys but sometimes it necessary for him to send them to me to make them really understand. I will be waiting for you, and trust me, you will learn your place. Thank me bitch. Tell me you loved sucking my cock. You really are so very gay.'
I feel his cum all over my face. God, he really face fucked me. I took his big cock into my throat. I never thought I could do that. I felt like he used my mouth to masturbate himself. I saw the way he looked when he shoved his cock deep into my mouth and hold it there till he would finally pull me head back and let me take a big breath and then he would shove his cock all the way in, his hand holding my head, not allowing me to pull back. Over and over, his cock almost out then slowly sliding deeper and deeper into my mouth and then not stopping, but taking my mouth. I could feel the slobber all over my lips and chin. It was so intense. When he finally pulled out and came out over my face, I remember the only thought I had was I wanted his cum in my mouth. I wanted his cum.
'Thank you Sir, thank you for fucking my face and giving me your cum.'
'I will be thinking about you until we meet again Steffie. I have a feeling you will be thinking about me as well. It's ok to admit that you really are a sissy and love serving real men. Yours thoughts will be of you, on your knees, begging for cock, really wanting a man to fuck you hard. Think about it sissy boy when you think about me.'
'Yes Sir,' I answer when I think what time with him might be like. He turns me on, the way he talks to me, but I'm kind of scared of him. How intense might he make this and would it be too much. He talks to Mike quietly for a few minutes out of my hearing and then Thomas leaves.
'Thomas is very interested in you Steffie and Thomas is not like me Steffie. I see a pretty sissy boy that hates being such a sissy but he can't help himself. He will not treat you like I would, having a pretty little cocksucker to use. Thomas, he likes to break little pretty boys till they turn into submissive little fag fuck toys for real men to use. He's a firm believer that a boy doesn't really understand anything unless he is crying like a little fucking girl. When you get the boy to that point, he will finally understand what he really is and he will do as told.'
'So he will hurt you. He will restrain you so you can't move and then he will break you. You will be spanked, paddles and whipped. You will beg to do anything to get him to stop. He loves control. Do you want me to send you to spend time with Thomas? I promise you will be acting like a sissy when Thomas sends you back to me. Is that what you want Steffie?'
'No Sir, please don't make me spend time with Thomas. He scares me. I promise I will be good and try to behave as told. I want to be with you Sir. I will try harder.'
'Now I want you to go to your room. Put on a pretty dress and some makeup then come see me. You have thirty minutes,' he tells me as he walks away.
I go back to my room and open the closet and there are several dresses hanging in there. The thought of actually wearing a dress just seemed so out there. I just stand there looking at them. I see a yellow sundress hanging there and it seems to be less feminine then several of the really sexy dresses and minidresses. It has stings that tie in a bow on my shoulders and when I slip it on it comes down mid thigh. It feels so strange. I go look in the mirror and it all looks so unreal, me standing there in a bright yellow sundress.
I finally pull myself away from the mirror and go over to the makeup table and picked up the tube of lipstick. When I open it, it's a bright pink. I put it on the best I can, hoping it looks ok. I rub a little of the pink lipstick on my cheeks and rub it around making my cheeks a light pink. I manage to put some blue accents on my eyelids and figured that was the best I was going to do.
I went back to the mirror and looked at myself. It was very hard to try and feel very masculine standing there in a dress. I pull it up and look at the red panties. The thought of changing into some yellow panties to match my dress rushes into my mind and I go do it. My panties, my dress, how did it get to this? I got to keep my shit together but damn, no more spanking.
I need some kind of shoes and when I look in the closet there are several pairs of shoes. I see a pair of sandals with two inch heels that should work and I put them on. I go back to the mirror, I don't seem to be able to stay away from it, and see how the shoes finish the look. I just stare at myself and think about how men say I'm pretty and I can see that if I knew what I was doing, I really could look very feminine. I look at my bare shoulders with just the strings holding up the dress. It fit me loosely but still tight enough to show my slender build and the way the skirt flared out, makes the simple dress look very sexy. It makes me feel so strange that I don't know what to think.
I walk back to the living room trying to walk as he would like me too. I could feel the skirt move as I swished my way over to him. 'I hope this is ok Sir.'
'Very nice Steffie. You look so good in it. Don't you just love it?'
I know what response he expects from me to avoid problems but what really bothers me that I kind of like acting like I'm gay and a sissy. 'Yes Sir. It does make me feel so different.'
'And you love it don't you Steffie. I bet you spent a lot of time at the mirror loving the way you looked, didn't you Steffie. You know you love being dressed up like a girl.'
'I don't kn...'
'Yes you do. Tell me you love dressing up like a sissy.'
I look at him then look down. 'I like dressing up like a sissy Sir. It makes me feel different.'
'Looking at you, it's hard to imagine you as a man. It's no wonder you didn't get anywhere trying to deal with the real man's world. I bet most of them saw through you and knew you were gay. I bet several of them jacked off thinking about cumming in your mouth.'
'Did you think about sucking any of these men? I bet you even wanted to give up that fag pussy of yours but you were too much of a wimp to do anything about it.'
'No Sir, I never really had gay thoughts till this all started.'
'You will slowly start to dress more feminine at work. You can use my account, go shopping and buy some lady slacks that zip on the side. And get yourself some women's shoes, minimum two inch heels but I want you to buy a black and a white pair of pumps with four inch spiked heels for when we go out. We will work on higher heels later.'
'Please don't feminize me at work Sir. That will be so humiliating. Please I will do whatever else you want.'
'You will start dressing more feminine or discipline will occur. You will do whatever else I want you to do anyway so don't offer something I already have. I own you bitch. Now listen, since you are all dressed, I want you go see a Doctor Sloan. He will give you your weekly shot and pills to help you feel more feminine. Once you stop taking them, everything will go back to normal.' He tells me knowing the truth is after several months the effects are irreversible. 'He will also give you some cream to use that will remove hair for at least a month. You will have no hair below your neck.'
'When you leave there, go to this spa,' he says handing me a card. 'Ask for
Andre. Tell him you want your ears pierced and for him to do what he can with your hair but I definitely want blond highlights. Andre knows what I expect. Have one of the girls give you a manicure and paint your nails in a light pink.'
I just stand there trying to take it all in. There is no way for me to fight this. I just give in. 'Ok Sir, let me go change.'
'No you will go as you are dressed now. You have one minute to grab your license and whatever else you need and to be out of here. And buy yourself a purse, one that hangs from your shoulder.'
How can I do this? I'm so fucked. I go get my wallet and car keys and walk out as he stands there just begging me to defy him. I get outside and the first thing I notice is the wind blowing on my bare legs and blowing my shirt up. I can't believe I'm out in public wearing a dress and I'm expected to do get shit done while dressed like this. I would just like to disappear but I know he will totally fuck up my life with real life problems, like jail.
I force myself to drive to the doctor's office and finally walk in to the reception desk. There is a couple sitting across the room along with another middle aged woman sit alone. A cute young receptionist just looks at me and I can see a little smirk.
'You must be Steve?' she asks loud enough for the others to hear. 'Mike called and said you would be stopping by. It will just be a few minutes. You go have a seat and make sure you sit like the sissy you are. Mike told me to make sure you behave properly. There is a copy of Cosmopolitan for you to read as you wait.'
If my face could get any redder, it would have from the way that young girl talked to me. I go sit down and cross my legs and the sundress rides way up my legs. I see the woman whispering something to her husband and he turns and looks at me then turns away quickly. I try to hide behind the magazine till I finally hear, 'Steve.' I know she said that loud enough for everyone to hear just to make it even more embarrassing for me but I can't do anything about it but get up and follow her through the door and we go into a room and she closes the door and sits down in front of a computer and tells me to have a seat. In a couple minutes another young girl comes in and tells me her name is Tanya and that she will be assisting the doctor. She is drop dead gorgeous and that seems to make it even more humiliating for me.
'I see you are here to start on a hormone program. It's best you are doing it the way you are. The combination of the shots and the pills get results much quicker and, just from looking at you, I would guess you can't wait to feel more feminine. I mean, you really aren't masculine at all.'
Why do women feel the need to make this as humiliating as they can make it? Do they see sissy boys as a threat, that a man might want the sissy more than them? I don't think so. I think some women just feel like it's a chance to put a man in his place. They want to feel the power, the control, over a man. Thinking about it doesn't make her comments less insulting and having to take it just makes it that much worse.
'You also want to get rid of all that nasty hair also. I love it when boys do this. It always makes them look younger, and not to be insulting, also makes them look more like wimps. It's kind of hard for smooth little sissy boys to appear otherwise. I love working for Doctor Sloan. Someone is also sending some little fag boy to the doctor for whatever. Doctor Sloan knows how to deal with sissies like you Steffie. You are so gay.'
Everyone keeps telling me I'm gay. It doesn't stop. She tells me to sit down on the end of his examination table and she just stands across the room. I look at her and she is staring at me. I can't keep eye contact and look down and several minutes pass and she doesn't say anything. Then the door opens and the doctor comes in. He looks to be in mid forties, over six feet tall and was a very attractive man.
'She this is Mike's new little boy. Mike said he was a looker. I can already picture him in a few months. Isn't he pretty Tanya?'
'I guess so but you know I like real men. Boys like him are only good for one thing as far as I'm concerned.'
Laughing, the doctor turns to me. 'I hope she didn't scare you too much. I know how she can get but isn't she lovely. It's amazing how she can look so sweet and be such a hard bitch when it comes to dealing with boys like you. What is your name?'
'It's Steve, Doctor.'
He looks at me. 'What is your name?'
His look let me know what he expected. 'It's Steffie.'
'Better. Now you are here because you want to be more feminine. Isn't that correct Steffie?'
I really want to tell him that the only reason I'm here is because I'm being forced. The thought of taking female hormones is over the top and still I can't stop it. I might as well tell him what he wants to hear. 'Yes Doctor, I want to feel more like a girl,' I tell him and softly hear 'wimp' and 'pathetic' from Tanya.
'I want you to stand up and take off your dress Steffie. Tanya will get you ready for when I come back for your shot. You obey Tanya. I would hate to give Mike a bad report on your behavior with either Tanya or me.' He watches as I take my dress off and he just looks me over and then leaves. It was so strange to have a strange man I don't know just checking me out as I just stand there in just panties and the sandals. Tanya walks over in front of me, her face close to mine.
'Doctor's a handsome man isn't he Steffie,' she says almost spitting the word Steffie at me. 'Bet you would like to be his bitch wouldn't you. You sissies are so pathetic. You keep your cock tucked back so it looks like you have a cunt but you don't have a cunt, you have a pathetic little faggot cock. Now go stand at the end of his examination table, face me, and pull your panties down.'
It's so hard to do this but I do it and can feel her glare on me as I push the panties down below my ass cheeks. My cock is still tucked. I don't look up at her.
'Reach down and grab your cock. Hold it out so I can see it.'
It's so embarrassing because my cock looks so small from being tucked back. I hold it out and it doesn't look like it's more than two inches long.
'Fuck, now that is really pathetic. I can see now why you want to be a sissy. You would be worthless as a man. Go ahead, stroke it. Get it hard. Jack off your little cock for me faggot.'
Her words hurt but there is something about being treated like this that I can't seem to resist. I feel my cock getting harder.
'You must be thinking about sucking a big cock Steffie. Your tiny cock is trying to get bigger. I bet you would love to suck the doctor's cock wouldn't you. He will let you if you ask.'
I feel myself getting hard from her talking to me like this. It makes me think about the doctor and what it would be like sucking him. I bet he has a big cock.
'Yea that excites you doesn't it, sucking his big cock and it is big. But, you getting hard in front of me is disgusting and unacceptable. Turn around and bend over the table and spread your legs and do it right fucking now bitch.'
I do as she says thinking about what the doctor said about Tanya and I feel her reach between my legs and grab my hard cock and pull it back between my legs which really hurt since my cock is really hard. Then she starts spanking me hard.
'No one wants to see your pathetic little cock. You think it's ok to get hard looking at me? Well it isn't,' she says spanking me harder.
Oh god, it really hurts and I beg her to stop but she doesn't and I can't stop myself from crying.
'That's nice. I love listening to you little boys cry. I mean, how can you feel anything like a man if you let some girl make you cry? It's impossible.'
I lie there crying, listening to her berate me. Then I feel a cold, wet fingertip at my asshole. Then she suddenly pushes her finger deep in my holding it there. I'm on my tiptoes trying to stop it from hurting so much.
'Hurts don't it faggot. Imagine how that first big black cock sliding up your ass will feel. You know when Mike auctions off your virginity; it's almost always black men who buy pretty white boys. I bet they are going to love you,' she says as she moves the finger around in my asshole making me moan loudly. 'God, I wish I could watch that.'
'Now listen bitch. Your behavior here has been pathetic and I will be telling Mike that. You haven't tried to sound feminine enough and your mannerisms need to be much more feminine. Either you start walking like the sissy bitch you are or a big butt plug might become necessary. I know Mike wants to keep your boy pussy tight but if you don't improve on your own, I have several plugs that will have you walking like a real bitch.'
'I will try harder, I promise,' I tell her trying to sound more feminine.
'When the doctor is done examining you, you will ask the doctor if you can suck his cock. If you don't, the next time will are together it will be twice as bad and trust me, we will be together again.'
I hear the door open and the doctor comes in. I'm still bent over his examination table, my panties down below my ass cheeks and my red ass cheeks on display. 'It looks like Steffie is ready for her exam. Please stand up and face me Steffie.'
I struggle to get up and as I stand, my ass seems to hurt even more. Finally I'm standing there in front of him and the tears are running down my cheeks and I'm sobbing quietly. But surprisingly, my cock is kind of hard.
'It looks like he enjoyed his spanking Tanya.'
'Yea, the little bitch couldn't get enough. Makes me wish that I had my paddle. I bet she would have enjoyed that.'
'Well, Tanya, I kind of doubt if she would have enjoyed that very much at all,' he says smiling at her.
'I know, that's why I love it,' and they both laugh.
'Now Steffie, I need a semen sample. I want you to jack off till you cum and catch the cum in your other hand. You can start now.'
I can't think of anything that could have been more devastating to hear than what I just heard. I have to jack off and cum while they both watch me. I start stroking but it's hard to get it really hard. I felt so humiliated.
'She had trouble getting it hard earlier till I started talking about her sucking cocks and that got her hard quickly enough. You love sucking cock, don't you Steffie? Tell the doctor that you really like sucking cock.'
Oh god, I feel my cock getting really hard again. I stroke it not looking at either of them.
'Is that right Steffie? Thinking about sucking cock does seem to get you hard,' he says looking down at me. 'I thought maybe it was luscious Tanya that would get you hard but I can see what does it now. You really are so gay Stevie. Look at me and tell me how thinking about sucking cock makes you hard.'
I look up at him. I can't believe how I felt looking at him. He is a really good looking man and he's asking me if I like sucking cock. I want to look down but I don't as I tell him, 'Sir, the thought of being made to suck cock makes my cock hard.' I know I shouldn't be thinking about what it would be like to suck his cock but that is all I can think about. I look down and softly say, 'Sir I would suck your cock if you want me to.' I can feel Tanya's glare.
'What did you say? Look at me and repeat that Steffie.'
I look at him and I do want to say it, I can't help it. 'I will suck your cock if you want me to Sir.'
'You were right about him Tanya. At first, I thought I saw some resistance but this boy wants it badly. He wants to be a she so badly and she can't believe how badly she really wants to suck my cock. Look at her. Tell Tanya how badly you want to suck my cock with her watching so she could really see how really gay you really are. Tell her.'
'Tanya, I hope you will watch me suck his cock so you can see what I really am.'
'I know what you are bitch, you're a pathetic sissy who wants to think he's straight but all you really want is cock. You are a cocksucking sissy bitch.'
I look and the doctor has his cock out and Tanya was not lying, his cock had to be at least eight inches and thick. I just stared at it.
'The little bitch wants your cock so badly, look at her but you know what she really needs don't you doctor?' Tanya asks.
'Oh, yes definitely.' Then suddenly, he slapped my face really hard. 'The bitch doesn't know how to beg.'
My face still to the side rubbing my cheek, it really hurt.
'Look at me bitch,' the doctor orders and when I look at him he slaps my other cheek just as hard. SLAPPP 'Should bitches be standing when they beg Tanya? It doesn't seem right she doesn't know where she belongs.'
'Only stupid little bitches don't understand Sir and I think this bitch might be a real bimbo. Get on your fucking knees in front of him bitch. Apologize for being stupid and tell him how badly you want his help in turning you into a real sissy.'
I sink to my knees in front of him and keep my head down towards the floor. 'I'm sorry for being so stupid and not understanding that my place is not to stand with you but to kneel at your feet Sir. I really want your help making me behave and look more feminine. You have such a nice cock Sir. I will suck it if you want me to. I really do want to,' I tell him and realize I'm not lying. I do want to suck his cock.
'Listen to the little cocksucker beg but it's still rather pathetic. Why don't you come over here and I will suck you so much better than the fag,' Tanya tells him.
Suddenly, 'No, please Sir. I really do want to suck your cock for you. I want Tanya to watch as I suck your cock. I want her to watch as I take your cock deep into my throat. I want her to watch you cum on my face Sir. I need her to know she is right about me being such a fag.' I know this is what she thinks of me and when she verbally abuses me about it, I can't help but response. I like her treating me like that. Things seem so strange.
'Now that kind of sounding like begging,' Tanya tells me. 'I think she deserves a nice face fucking.'
'I think so too. Come on sissy boy. Show us what a great cocksucker you are. Disappoint me and will let Tanya lose on you and you don't want that, trust me girl.'
'Yes, do it. Stay on your knees,' he tells me. He takes his shirt off and throws it over a chair. 'You take off everything else but my jock strap.'
I do as he says taking off his shoes and socks and then his pants. I see his dirty jockstrap, all piss and cum stained. It looks disgusting.
'I knew you would be coming to see me Steffie so I have been cumming in this jock at least once a day for the last four days and sweetie, I think of you when I'm taking a piss and what it will be like to finally meet you and I just can't help but leave a little piss for you in the jockstrap. And it's all for you Steffie. Mike told me what a naughty boy you are and how you fantasize sucking on a dirty jockstrap so I want you to show me you appreciate me going to the trouble of doing this just so you could be the nasty fag boy you know you are. Tell me how you are going to suck it nice and clean and I will see if you deserve to be turned into the sissy you want to be so badly. Tell me how badly you want to do this.'
I just stare at the dirty jockstrap and can see his cock is hard in the jock. I can smell the jockstrap and the thought of licking it sounds so nasty. I don't know what to say.
'It's ok Steffie, we know you want to do it. Look at her Tanya. It's so nasty and she wants it so badly. Be the nasty fag boy you fantasize about. You know you want to suck it clean. Look at the bitch's cock. Rock hard. Beg for it bitch.'
'Can I do it Sir? Please,' I say head down.
'Do what bitch?'
'I want to suck on your jockstrap and get it clean for you.'
'Ohhh, that's so nasty faggot. You want to suck all that cum and piss out of his jockstrap? You are unbelievable but I guess that is what you deserve anyway,' Tanya says looking down at me.
'Go ahead, lick it. Get your tongue out and lick from down between my balls up to the end of my cock. Get it nice and wet,' the doctor tells me.
I feel like I've lost control. This is something I shouldn't even consider but what I feel is that I really want to do it. It is nasty but I want to do it. I look up at him and stick my tongue out and start licking the jockstrap. It tastes nasty but as I look up at him I can't help wanting to do it for him. As I keep licking, it gets wetter and wetter and I can taste the piss and the cum and I suck it into my mouth. Oh god, I'm so hard.
'That's a good little faggot but do you really deserve to be turned into a girl. I bet you don't even sound like a girl. You should probably just be a gay bitch for men and I don't know if you are worth the trouble of sissifying. You probably will just become another one of those gay sluts that are everywhere. You really need to be convincing as a sissy or Mike will likely sell you to some rich faggot who loves fag boys.'
My mind isn't handling this well at all. Where did everything change to where the best thing for me to do was to become a sissy? The doctor wants me to convince him that I want to be feminized and I don't think I want that but why do I feel I want him to do that to me. Everything is so confusing, not realizing that I'm still feeling the effects of the drugs I was given last night. I have to tell him. 'Doctor, please help me become more feminine. It's what I really want. I want to be a sissy.'
'I know you do sweetie. You were a failure as a man but if you listen to Mike and let me help you I know you will like where your life is going to take you. You are going to become such an enchanting sissy. Men will want you and you will want them. It's what you are. Now ask me for your first shot.'
I know its female hormones. I have read a little about them and the changes they bring. It would seem so strange to feel different about things, to become more sensitive, maybe. I look at the doctor and take the plunge. 'Please, will you give me a shot to help me become a better sissy. Please.'
Tanya helps me up and bends me back over the examination table. I feel the needle slide into my ass and I can feel the medicine leave the needle. I don't know how I feel about it but do know that I needed to take the shot.
'You will come back weekly for your shot Steffie and I will give you some pills. Take twice the dosage they recommend. Tanya will give you some hair remover. I ever see hair below your eyes again and you will regret it. Instructions are included and it's perfectly safe. Now, I seem to remember you wanted to get on your knees and suck my cock till I shot cum all over your face. You want Tanya to watch so she can see what a faggot you are. Is that about right Steffie?'
'Yes Doctor.'
'Then fucking do it. Take off my jockstrap and show us what a cocksucker you really are and bitch don't even think about only sucking half my cock. You take it all like the faggot you are.'
I get on my knees in front of him and take his cock in my hand and bring it to my lips and I lick all over the head making sure to lick up any precum. Then I took my hand off his cock and starting sliding his cock into my mouth and didn't stop until I go to my throat then pulled back and slowly starting sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. I would lick the head when I could, then feel it slide deep into my mouth.
I took his hands and pulled them to my head. I took his cock from my mouth and looked at him. 'Help me Sir, make me take it all.' I looked down and then back up, 'Face fuck me Sir. Show Tanya that I really am just a cocksucker and a fag.' I put his cock back into my mouth and suck it into my mouth and I feel his hands tighten on my head.
'Ok bitch, it's time to suck cock like the fag you are.'
His hands press down and I feel his cock against my throat and I gag a little but he doesn't pull back but pushes harder and I choke as his cock presses into my throat. I'm struggling trying to get away so I can breathe but he holds me impaled on his cock. I start to panic when finally he pulls me up and I try to get a breathe as I cough but I only get a small breath when he pushes my head down making me take his whole cock in his mouth again. I can feel the tears flowing as I try to get away but he holds me to prevent it. Then he does it over and over. I get better at taking a breath and breathing through my nose till finally I forget about choking and think about how it feels.
His cock stretches my mouth and I can't believe how it feels to have his cock slide into my throat and then being held there. It's like I'm helpless and the only thing that matters is making his cock feel so good. He starts moving my head off and on his cock and it feels like he is using my mouth to masturbate himself.
'This bitch does love cock, doc,' Tanya says. 'I didn't believe Mike when he told me how much of a slut he really is but know I understand. He's going to get a good price for his boy pussy, that's for sure. Wish I had that kind of money. I know I will get my time with him and I am looking forward to it.'
'Look at her Tanya. My big cock fucking her face and all she can do it kneel there and moan around my cock like she can't get enough. This bitch is a good cocksucker.'
'Face fuck her good Doctor. I love the way she looks with the slobber all over her lips and running down her chin. It's how bitches like her should look like when they are taking cock. Shoot your cum all over her face. She doesn't deserve to get to eat your cum yet Doctor.'
Listening to Tanya talk about it, while humiliating also turns me on. I can't help it. His cock slides in and out of my mouth, his hands controlling everything. Eventually I take it without choking and he holds me impaled on his cock for longer times. My face is all wet from all the throat slobber and I feel like such a fag but I don't care. All I can think about is wanting him to shot his cum all over my face.
He pulls my hair hard pulling me off his cock and grabs his cock and strokes it a couple times and starts cumming. The first squint up one cheek and a little on forehead missing my eye. The next one in my mouth and on my lips, then his cum lands on my nose and chin. When he seems done, he rubs the cum on his cockhead onto my lips and moves away then leaves the room.
I just stay there trying to regain my composure after being face fucked like that. It was rather brutal but I was so turned on I didn't care. I look up and Tanya is standing there looking down at me, a smirk on her face.
'You look your best when you have cum all over your face Stevie boy. I know you like thinking it's ok to be a cocksucker, that all girls like cock. But Stevie, you aren't a girl. You are a flaming fag boy who gives it up to everyone. You are a boy slut.' She reaches down and smears his cum all over my face then slaps me hard. I can't wait to get you alone Stevie. It makes me wet just thinking about what I will do to you. Now get dressed and get out here.'
I get dressed and want to clean up but Tanya wouldn't let it happen.
'No Steffie, just rub that cum into your skin so all day you can think about having a man's cum all over your face,' she says to me. I could see how much she liked to humiliate me. 'Now sweetie, you remember the doctor telling you he needed a semen specimen. Reach down and take that little cock in your hand and start jacking off for me. Just think about how you get to put your dress back on and swish your sissy ass over to the salon. I'm sure that you can get that embarrassment of a cock you have nice and hard.'
I don't understand why I react like I do when she treats me like this. I reach down and take me cock in my hand and start jacking off. I can feel my cock getting hard as she verbally assaults me.
'When I have you to myself Stevie boy, there won't be any of this sissy shit. I am going to train you to be one of those flaming fag boys like you watch in those nasty videos. Flaming fag boys who give it up to real men, real men that treat them like the fag whores they are. Words can't express how it makes me feel to have one of you boys crying hard. It's making you hard, isn't it Stevie boy, thinking about being such a flamer.'
'You will be broken in by the time I get you but I still can't wait to watch you get fucked. I will invite men over to fuck you. I will punish you in front of other men and women so they can see what a pathetic excuse of a man you are. I will make you tell them about how you love being treated like a whore and love having your ass spanked. No condoms, you will be breed over and over till cum runs from your asshole. Are you starting to understand how I feel about you?'
My cock is so hard and know I'm close to cumming. How can being talked to like that excite me? What is wrong with me? 'Yes, you don't like me or respect me and you want to humiliate me and punish me.'
'So correct, then you should understand this,' she says bending over and spitting in my face. 'Thank me Stevie boy and rub that in with the cum on your face.'
I can't believe she just did that but I don't do anything but reach up and rub her spit off my nose and rub it into my cheek. I just feel totally lost.
'That's a good little boy, do what I tell you to do and maybe you will be able to sit down the next couple days. Now I'm going to count down from ten and then when I tell you to cum you will cum and catch it all in your other hand. I dare you to disappoint me.'
She starts counting down and I start stroking harder knowing what she will do to me if I can't cum when she tells me too. As she reaches five, I stroke my cock even faster.
'Maybe you want that special spanking. Is that it Stevie boy? You want me to sit your ass on fire? I will make it hurt so much.'
I jerk my cock off and I know I can do it. She just said two and I can't hold it back and cum so hard catching all my cum in the palm of my other hand. That felt so good and I try to relax.
'Did I tell you to cum when I said two Stevie?'
'No, I'm sorry. The way you were talking to me got me so excited I couldn't hold back.' She doesn't say anything and comes over and scoops up a little of the cum and puts it in a small plastic container.
'That's all the cum I need. Lick the rest of it up out of your palm. Hold your hand out flat. I want to see your tongue lick your own cum up like a little pussycat. You are already in so much trouble for not cumming when you were told to cum, and just cumming whenever you felt like it. Just don't make things worse. Lick up your cum like you love it and that you love showing people what a fag you are.'
She has my head so messed up I don't understand how this is all happening. Why am I acting like this? I look at all the cum pooled in the palm of my hand.
'Lick it up pussy.'
I bring my hand up, holding it flat and lean down and touch the cum with my tongue. Then I lick some up and really taste it. It's so nasty but the thought of her watching me do it just does something to me and I leaned over and licked up some more.
'You love it. I can tell. You love the taste of your cum in your mouth. Look at you, such a good little boy. Suck it off your fingers. Get it all and then tell me how much you loved it.'
The taste of my cum isn't bad but it seems so wrong. How can doing something like that turn me on? Head down, 'I loved licking up my own cum Tanya.'
SLAP!! 'You do not call me Tanya. You call me Mistress, just plain Mistress, no matter where we are, no matter who is there. Do you fucking understand faggot!!'
God, her slap really hurt. 'I'm sorry Mistress.'
'You better be. It's so nice that you love the taste of cum. You will be getting plenty of it, trust me. Most men won't admit it, but there is nothing they like more than face fucking some pretty boy and watching the boy swallow their big load. Pretty boys like you Stevie. Now get your dress on and fix your lipstick. Look like you sucked off a football team. There is some lipstick in that pink purse there and the hair remover is in your purse too.'
I see the pink leather purse. It has the long strap and is meant to be worn over the shoulder. Oh god, it doesn't stop. I go to the purse and take out the lipstick. I try to put the lipstick on and finally get it to where it doesn't look too bad. It's pink but not too bright. I hear Tanya laugh.
'What a little sissy princess. Fuck, you are so gay. I haven't forgotten about what you did, cumming like you did. I want you to come to my house tomorrow night at 8:00. Wear a sexier dress. I have already cleared this with Mike. He thought it would be good for us to spend some time together. Aren't you excited?' she asks knowing how much I would hate the thought of it.
'Yes Mistress,' I tell her knowing any other response will only make things worse.
'Now run along to the saloon. I know Andre will be waiting for you.'
Dreading what I know is coming but what choice do I have? I walk in and ask the reception for Andre.
'Andre, Mike's new sissy boy is asking for you,' she says loud enough for everyone to hear. I can't believe she just did that. I look at her. She is gorgeous but all I see is her mouthing the word, 'faggot.'
I see Andre come from the back. I watch his swish his way to the desk. He was definitely one of those flaming fag boys Mike had mentioned. His mannerisms were all so over the top gay.
'Oh, look at you. You are so pretty,' he says clearly, his voice very fem. He has on black Capri pants, skin tight, and a pink mesh t-shirt that showed off his slim figure. He comes closer and pulls me to him and kisses both my cheeks. 'We will be such good friends,' he whispers in my ear. He takes me by the hand and start leading me past the other stylists and their customers. I hear light laughter and several comments about being a good boy for Andre.
We end up in a medium sized room with all the equipment needed as a stylist. It seemed rather big for one hairdresser. One wall was nothing but a mirror. I had no idea that it was one way glass and there were several soft chairs each with a man sitting in it in a room on the other side of the mirror. In the room, by the door in that room, stood two young boys, maybe 18, both very slender and rather feminine looking. All they wore were pink panties with a hole for their little cocks to stick through.
She hands me a glass of fresh orange juice and I drink it down. It tastes a little different but don't really think about it. I have no way of knowing that she spiked the orange juice with another hit of ecstasy along with a tab of Viagra.
'Mr. Mike told me that you were pretty, but you are even lovelier than I imagined. Men are going to love you. Mr. Mike, he told me how much you like being a slut for men. How much you loved cock. I love it too sweetie, there is no such thing as too much cock. Now come give me a kiss.'
He wants me to kiss him. I hesitate.
'Steffie,' she says squeezing my hand lightly. 'Come with me sweetie,' and she leads me over till we are standing by each other looking at ourselves in the mirror. 'Tell me what you see Steffie.'
'I see you. You are definitely gay and are so comfortable being a very feminine boy. Not a sissy, but a very fem boy. You are very pretty and look so sexy in your 4" pumps and those tight clothes. Then I see me. I'm looking at myself in my sundress and sandals. I just feel ridiculous dressed like this. And why am I behaving like this? Why can't I resist this? Then I think about how turned on I have been since this started. I know I shouldn't feel this way, the way they push me further and further, but I can't stop wanting them to do it. To control me.'
'I see a flaming fag boy and a pretty sissy boy that can't wait to see how pretty I'm going to make her. Look in the mirror and imagine how you would look totally femmed. I know that's what you want. Look at her and tell her how much you want her to be a sissy for men. You are thinking too much, you know what you want, need.'
I stare at myself and then, 'Steffie, I want you to be a sissy for real men and do as you are told. I want you to be pretty for them.'
'That's a good girl, now come give me a kiss,' he says turning towards me.
I turn to him and move closer and lean over a give him a soft kiss.
'Put your arms around my neck and kiss me like you know you want to. I know you want to feel my tongue in your mouth. I bet you suck it just like you suck men's cocks. Don't you just love having a man making you do as told like a good little sissy boy?'
I just listen to him then put my arms around his neck. I look up at him. 'Yes I love it when they treat me like a sissy.' Then I kiss him. I can't believe how much I want to kiss him and the kiss is passionate and lasts for quite a while. I feel out of breath and feel like I'm almost panting.
'You liked that didn't you Steffie?' Andre asks. 'I know you did. You liked it that you were kissing a man and it made you feel like such a sissy.'
'Yes Andre, I liked kissing you.'
'I bet you would like to have other men watching you as you kiss a man. It would excite you showing the men that you really are so gay.'
'I don't know Andre. It seems like kissing seems is even more gay than sucking a man's cock.'
'I agree Steffie. Gay men that are masculine often don't engage in kissing unless it happens to be with a really gay boy like you. Then their kiss is more an expression of control then one of passion. Now two real fags, like you and me, love kissing like a couple queer boys. I liked our kiss as much as you did. You kiss like a girl. Let's get you dressed up sweetie.'
He hands me a pair of black silk nylons with seams up the back and tells me to put them on. He sits a pair of 4" black pumps by the chair and tells me to put them on once I have the nylons on. I look at the pumps, with their spiked heels and small ankle straps. He leaves and I put the nylons on. I can't believe how soft they are and love running my hands over my legs feeling how nice they feel. I get the shoes on and fastened just as he comes back carrying several items.
'Stand up Steffie. I want to see how well you have done.'
I stand up and almost fall over, the ecstasy already starting to affect me. I have to grab the arm of the chair for balance. It feels like I'm standing on my toes. I carefully turn when he tells me to and turn so he can see the back.
'Very nice Steffie. You got the seams nice and straight. You sure you haven't been dressing up at home and pretending you are a girl?'
'No Andre, I'm only doing this,' I say looking down at the nylons and heels, 'because I'm being made to this or be exposed.'
'You know you love the way you looked in your dress and I know a lot of people had to see you dressed all up like a sissy. I know it was hard for you to go out dressed like you were but think about how you felt when someone looked at you and realized you were a sissy. Didn't it excite you? Would it be so bad if people knew that you really are a little sissy fag boy?'
'Yes, it would be terrible. My family would disown me. My friends wouldn't understand.'
'Then isn't it nice that you have met all these nice people that accept you for the sissy that you are and understand your need to dress up pretty and serve real men. I know your boss prefers you to be very effeminate when at work and dealing with customers. Many men, and women, find pretty boys like you quite irresistible. They love the submissive nature of boys like you. Now raise your arms so I can put this corset on you.'
I raise my arms and she puts this black satin corset around me. It comes up over my pecs and down just a little on my hips. I feel her tightening it till it's very snug. Then she comes in front of me looking me over.
'I think the first time a sissy get all dressed up and gets tits, she should have big tits,' she says as she brings over a large silicone breast form and inserts it into a pocket in the bra area of the corset and then does the other one.
I look down and see how big the breast forms are and I can't believe how heavy they feel. Andre goes back behind me and starts lacing it up tighter, making me suck my breath in as he pulls the ties even tighter. I can't take a big breath.
'Mike will put you on corset training. I'm sure with that and your new diet we can take at least 3-4" off your waist. Don't you just love those caricature pictures of the bitch in black leather with a tiny waist and huge tits? I love the ones showing them a whip in one hand, a submissive boy at their feet. I just imagine how powerful she must feel. I imagine you think about being the boy in those pictures, I know I do. Or maybe you like pictures of sexy bitches being dominated by another man or woman.'
I listen to him as he attaches the garters on the corset to the nylons pulling them up nice and high. I just look at myself in the mirror. I can't believe how the corset makes my waist look so much smaller and the tits to look even bigger. They stand straight out and the big nipples are very visible. My legs look longer and slimmer with the heels on.
'Don't you look hot Steffie? Don't you just love your new feminine figure? You look so much better as a girl. No one would give you a second look when you were a boy but everyone will be checking you out now. Turn around and look at your pert little ass. Women would die to have that hot of an ass.'
I look at it and have to agree. I keep looking back over my shoulder at the mirror and can't believe how sexy I look.
'Like it don't you Steffie? Look at your little cock. It's so cute when it gets hard even though it is very small.'
I look down and my cock is hard, all five inches of it but I never used to think it was small. Maybe he's right. Maybe it is smaller than most men. I'm just glad that my cock got hard. I had so much trouble getting it hard yesterday. I have no idea that it's probably due to the Viagra. He moves in front of my and reaches out and takes my cock in his hand and starts slowly stroking it.
'You don't mind, do you sweetie?'
I react a little as first as he touches me but his hand feels so soft and when he starts stroking me, it feels so good. 'No. It feels good.'
'Would you like me to put makeup on you? Would you like me to turn you into a pretty sissy? You want to look pretty for men, don't you?'
'Yes,' I answer thinking how it made me feel at the party when Mistress Anne put makeup on me and paraded me around for everyone to see. 'Yes Andre, please make me pretty.'
We go over to a makeup table and he takes a long time but when he finishes and turns me toward the mirror I can't believe how hot I look. The makeup is heavy and the look is erotic and reminds me of pictures of upscale whores. He leads me back to the mirror and I check myself out. I look so hot and think I could pass as a girl but when I look closer, I see my hard cock is standing straight out.
"Don't you love it sweetie. You make such a sexy sissy. I bet you wish men could see you the way you look now. You love having men look at you and think you are sexy, don't you Steffie?'
'Yes, it makes me feel so strange when they stare at me. I just imagine what each one would do with me if he had a chance. I know it's wrong to think like this but I can't help myself Andre. I don't know what to do. It seems like it isn't up to me anymore anyway.' The ecstasy is coming on strong now and I know that I have been drugged again but all I can think about is how sexy I look and feel.
'That's true sweetie. Until Mike decides to go a different direction, it's best that you do as told. When he releases you, then you can start making decisions again. Till then it's best to obey. I know one boy that didn't and it was a big mistake.'
'What happened to him?'
'No one talks about it and I shouldn't have mentioned it. Don't worry, just do what he wants you to do,' Andre tells my putting his arm around me. 'What you need sweetie is a cock to suck so you can forget all that unpleasant stuff.'
I feel that she is probably right. If I'm sucking a cock I can probably forget about all the things that are happening to me.
'Do you want to suck a cock? I would love to see you with a man and watch you surrender to him. Would you like to show me what a great cocksucker you are?'
As I'm listening to him, I hear the door curtain being disturbed. I look over and a big black man is looking at us through the curtain. He looks like he's in lower 40's, 6'3" and muscular. His skin is so black and all he is wearing is a white jockstrap. I can see the outline of a big cock. He stares at me.
'Why don't you invite him in Steffie. Mike has told me about all your fantasies where a big black man takes a white boy and makes him his bitch. Look at him sissy boy. He is a man. You are nothing like him. You are just a little boy who likes to dress up like a sissy. Invite him in Steffie.'
I look up at him and he is still staring at me. 'Would you like to come in Sir?'
He walks in and comes over and stands in front of me. Andre backs up into the background. 'Why do you want me to come in sissy boy? You be liking black men? Look at you, such a pretty little white boy.'
I can't look up at him but I answer, 'Sir, I wanted a man to see me dressed up like a girl.'
'Like a girl? I don't think so. Girls are nice and I can tell you are not a nice girl. We got sissies like you in the neighborhood, all white boys, like you. You look like one of those boys men meet in motel rooms. Are you a fuck toy, boy?'
'No Sir, I have never been fucked and my Master won't let me fuck anyone without his permission. He has plans.'
'I know Mike. I know what his plan is. He is going to sell your ass to some man that has no intention of being nice to you. The man who buys you will want to get what he paid for and that isn't your pleasure. I bet some big cocked black man buys your virgin ass. Andre, if you please.'
I look over at Andre and he hits a switch and the mirror turns into a window and I can see at least ten men in suits sitting in large soft chairs watching us. There are also two young slim boys standing on each side of the door into that room. They looked so young, maybe 18, and were very effeminate, wearing just pink panties with a hole for their small cocks to stick through. Both of their cocks were very small. Andre leaves the room leaving me standing in front of a strange black man all dressed up in the lingerie and heels.
'These men paid to come to watch a sissy white boy please a black man by sucking his black cock. Mike called me and told me how much you wanted a black cock and asked if I was interested. He sent me a couple pictures of you. You looked good with a cock in your mouth but you will look much better when it's a big black cock.
'Now I want you to go over to the window in front of the men and stroke your cock for them. Show them how excited you are to have men watch you suck your first black cock. I want you to be over the top fem for them and tell them your name and tell them what you are and what you want. You will be spanked, the severity of the spanking will depend on how much you impress me.'
I walk over, being careful in my heels and look at them. I see a couple already have their cocks out and I watch the two boys move over to them, go to their knees and start sucking their cocks. I hear some music come on quietly and I start moving to the music as I reach down and take my cock in my hand and stroke it. I look from man to man as I stroke, licking my lips and trying to look sexy.
'Come here sissy boy,' he tells me and when I do he moves behind me, reaches between my legs, grabbing my cock and pulls it back roughly against my ass crack. 'Squeeze your legs together and keep it there.'
I cry out as he does it since my cock is hard and I have to bend over to stop some of the pain. He holds my cock back hard against my ass and makes me stand up straight. All of it is enough to ensure that my cock has become soft.
'Now walk over to the men and show them your pussy. Stop trying to be nice. These men probably think you are just trailer trash anyway. Let them see the slut Mike was telling me about.'
I do as told and when I see my reflection in the glass it does look almost like I got a pussy. I see several of the men are stroking their cocks and all of the cocks are bigger than mine. One man comes over and grabs one of the young boys, pulls him off a cock and pushes him back against a wall and shoves his cock all the way up the boy's ass. I can see the pain on the boy's face but he presses back against it making sure it's as deep as it can get.
'Look at that boy. See how he takes that cock and wants more. You will be like that. I can spot the real whores. Give the men a show boy, prance around like the queer you are.'
I move to the music as I look at them. I bring a finger to my mouth and lick all the way up it with my tongue. I look at them as I suck my finger into my mouth and then suck it as I slide it in and out of my mouth slowly. I open my mouth and trace my finger down my tongue as I hold my tongue out as far as I can then lick my lips.
'Tell them how much you want to suck a black man's cock, sissy boy,' he says coming up behind me and reaching around and taking my nipples in his fingers and squeezing them lightly. I can feel him behind me and can feel his hard cock through his jock rub on my ass cheeks.
'I want to suck your cock so badly Sir. I want to make you feel so good. I want to be a good sissy for you. I want to taste a black cock.'
'You know what they say sissy boy, once you go black you never go back,' he says squeezing my nipples hard then twisting them. I can't help but cry out. 'I like it that you squeal like a little girl. I can't wait to watch you cry.' He pulls me back against him. 'Now fag boy, never forget that is what you are, I want you down on your knees at my feet. NOW!!'
I go to my knees in front of him. When I look up the white jock is right at my face. It's such a contrast, his midnight black skin and the white jock.
'Lick it, get my jock nice and wet. I left you a little gift. I know what you nasty fag boys like.'
I start licking his jock and it only takes a second to know what he was talking about. There is a big wet spot on the front of his jock and the taste leaves no doubt that it's his piss.
'Suck it all out fag boy. Be a good little piss boy for the black man.'
I do it and it's nasty but it also turns me on. How can anything so nasty, turn me on? What is wrong with me? I have these thoughts but I don't stop sucking the piss out of his jock. I can imagine what the men watching must be thinking about me.
'Good boy. Take my jock off now.'
I take his jock off and his big cock springs out in front of my face. It has to be at least eight inches, thick and black, with a purple head. I just stare at it. Suddenly, he turns around.
'Lick faggot.'
His black ass is right in front of my face and I know what he wants of me. I don't know what might happen if I don't do as told and I don't really want to find out so I lean forward and lick up one of his ass cheeks.
'My crack faggot, I want to feel that tongue up my crack and over my asshole. Now get your face buried in there and show some respect for your black superior.'
I do as told and soon my tongue is licking up and down his crack. I can taste his sweat but nothing else. I feel my tongue as it passes over his hole but there really isn't anything unpleasant about it.
'I want that tongue up my ass bitch. Now be a good boy and eat my asshole.'
I find his hole and start licking just it and then press my tongue against his hole and feel it slide in just a little. I can't help myself as I try to get my tongue deeper. I know it's disgusting but I want to please him. His hand presses against the back of my head pressing my face into his ass crack even further and I slide my tongue in and out of his asshole, trying so hard to please him.
'That's a good little ass licker. Get that tongue up my black ass. It's where white boys like you deserve to be, licking some black man's asshole.' I keep it up till he pushes me away. My face is all wet from my slobber. He grabs my hair and makes me look at the men. 'Men, this is what a fag ass licker looks like. Tell them how much you loved sticking your tongue up my black ass boy.'
I look at them and know what I must look like. My big tits sticking straight out as I'm on my knees with him holding my head back. 'I loved licking his asshole. I wanted to get my tongue so far up his hole and make him love it.'
'Beg for my cock boy.'
'Please Sir, please let me suck your black cock. It's so big. I can't wait to run my tongue all over the head of your cock and taste you. I want to be a good cocksucker for black cock.'
'Go on then boy. Show all the men how much you love black cocks,' he tells me and I start sucking his cock.
The head of his cock is so big that I have to really open wide to take it. It feels like it fills my mouth and I can taste his precum. I run my tongue over his cock head and then bring my lips to his piss slit and suck lightly to see if I could get some more precum. It makes me feel like a really naughty boy wanting to taste his precum so badly. As I suck, another drop of precum hits my tongue and I can't stop from moaning softly.
'You like that, don't you sissy boy. You look perfect with my black cock in your mouth. Look at it boy. Look at that big cock and think what it will feel like when your lips press against my kinky pubes, my black cock deep in your throat. Think about it and accept that it's going to happen. I will love the look of helplessness I will see in your eyes. Know that there is nothing stopping me from doing whatever I want to you. I hope it scares you.'
I listen to him and the more I listen, the more worried I get. He cock is definitely bigger than the other cocks I have sucked. I don't know if I will be able to take his big cock all the way into my mouth. But what if he makes me do it? It's very obvious that this man is here to use me hard and that he wants to abuse me. The men will watch as he forces me to obey. I know that my ass is in trouble. It already hurts. I have to try hard to avoid displeasing him.
'I am scared Sir. Please don't hurt me. I will do what you tell me to do. I promise. I will be good girl for you if you want.'
'I don't want a girl, what I want is a fem fag boy. A white fem fag boy. Once I get you convinced what a fag boy you are, then we will see just how much of a sissy cunt you are,' he tells me as I feel his glare. Now start sucking my cock, I want to see if slide deeper into your mouth. Don't suck me like a girl would, suck me like the fag bitch you are. Now do it!'
I start taking his cock deeper and I like the way it feels. His cock is hard but feels so soft in my mouth. I take more trying to impress him but gag when I press against my throat too much. He pulls me off his cock and makes me look up at him.
'I love it when you fag bitches gag on my cock. I'm going to help you boy,' he says as his hand presses against the back of my head making me take more of his cock and I gag a little. He pulls my head back and then forward again till I gag again. He kept doing this to me and I could feel the slobber around my lips and down my chin. Finally he stops and pulls my hair back making me look up at him. I know my face has to look nasty.
'You are getting there boy. Tell the men you want me to make you take more. You know you want more but you are too much of a wimp to do it without help. Tell the men that you are a wimp and need to be force to choke on cock.'
My eyes are watering and I'm scared about what is going to happen. How I can't take that big cock all the way into my mouth? I see the way he looks at me and I know I better do as told. If I don't, I have no idea what he might do. He is so muscular and so black. His head is bald and I couldn't see any hair on him except his pubes. He was very intimidating.
I wipe away some tears as I look at the men. One of the men has one of the boys at the back of the room, up against the wall and is fucking him hard. Another man stands there watching them as he strokes his big cock. The other boy is sitting on a man's lap and they are kissing. I get a body shiver from the ecstasy and I can't keep my eyes off them. It looks so sexy.
I look from man to man and then, 'I'm a wimp and I'm weak and can't do anything right without someone helping me. I want to feel his cock buried in my mouth but I can't do it,' I tell the men then look at the black man. 'Will you make me take your cock all the way Sir? I want your black cock so badly. I need to be face fucked by a big black cock so it leaves no doubt that I'm such a faggot.' He looks down at me.
'I'm going to shove my cock deep in your throat and you can't stop me. I will enjoy watching you struggle, trying to stop me and failing. I will shove my cock all the way in. I will hold you and watch you start to panic. I will let you off when I think it's right. Then boy, I'm going to do it over and over. My cock is going to face fuck you like the worthless fag bitch you are.'
'Please don't hurt me Sir. Please.'
'These men want to watch me to hurt you boy. They pay money to watch fag boys get what they deserve. Now put your arms behind your back and keep them there. If you don't, you will be spanked. Now get my cock in your mouth bitch.'
I put my arms back behind me and grab my hands together to hold them in place. I lean forward and suck his cock into my mouth and start sucking him in and out trying to suck him so good. I feel his hands take my head and hold it tightly. I start to panic and try to pull away buy he presses my head down shoving my cock deep into my mouth making me choke. He doesn't stop, he shoves his cock into my throat and I feel his pubes against my lips. I'm struggling to get away and bring my arms around trying to push away from him. It doesn't work.
'Now why did you have to go and do that? You must really like having that ass spanked. It already looks a little red.'
'I'm sorry Sir. I didn't mean to do it. I got them back now. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was scared,' I plead as tears flow.
'Put your head down to the floor and turn so the men can see your face. I want you to raise your ass up nice and high. Then you will tell the men that you hope that I spank you really hard for being such a wimp.'
Oh god, why did I move my arms? He told me he would spank me. I look at the men. 'I was a bad boy and didn't do as I was told. I hope he gives me a really hard spanking for being such a bad boy, I gay bad boy,' I add hoping he might like that and take it a little easier on me.
I feel his hand take the back of my neck and he holds me tightly and he starts spanking me. There is no warm up. His hand really hurts as he works one ass cheek and then the other chastising me the whole time for being such a fag and how I didn't know how to suck cock worth a damn and how badly I deserved this spanking. I was already crying and then he started working just the bottom of both ass cheeks. It hurt so bad, I was crying so hard and was struggling to get away but he held me in place. He then grabbed my hair and made me crawl after him as he led me over to the window and made me show them my red ass. Then with my ass to the men, he spanked me so more. I hurt so much.
'Now, are you starting to understand why it's important to do as you are told? I know you aren't very smart and definitely a wimp but that's no excuse for disobedience. Now apologize to me and beg me to teach you how to deep throat cock.'
He turns me to face the men tears flowing. I look up at you. 'I'm sorry for being a bad boy Sir. I know I deserved to be punished. I have to try harder. Will you teach me how to take it all Sir? I want to please you Sir and I want to be able to deep throat you.'
'Then lean up here boy and we will see if you learned anything. Keep your arms where they belong and get my cock back in your mouth.'
I do as told and suck him as deep as I can then I feel his hands and I brace myself and know what I must do. This time he pulls slowly making me feel his cock press into my throat, I'm struggling, trying to pull my head back but I keep my arms behind my back. He doesn't stop and I feel his cock slide into my throat. I don't feel like I can breathe and try to pull away.
'No bitch, you settle down. Breathe through your nose. You can take it boy, you just did. Now relax and think about what a good cocksucker you must be to take such a big black cock down your throat. Now boy, time for some good face fucking.' he says as his hands move my head.
He fucks my face till there is slobber and slime all over my face. He made a point of taking his cock out at times and rubs it all over my face making it wet and nasty. I feel him take it all the way out of my mouth and I can see his cock is covered in throat slime and then he slowly forces it into my throat again. I think he gets off on that.
'Oh, yea boy. You are a good little fuck boy. Your mouth feels like a tight cunt. It won't be long till you are hoping the next cock you get to suck is the biggest yet. You are such a fag, such a wimp.'
He holds me buried on his cock for what seems like a long time till he finally pulled all the way out and stroked his cock a couple times and then he shot his big load all over my face. Some went in my mouth and some on my lips and I licked it all up and tried to reach more with my tongue.
'Tell the men you want more cum. You know you do. Maybe you want them to all come into this room and shot their cum all over your face. That is so nasty but I bet you want that. I know you do. Beg them to cum all over your face.'
I feel his cum all over my face and I feel so turned on. I know a lot of it is the ecstasy and how it makes you feel but it's more than that. I want them to do it. I want them to jack off and cum on my face, in my mouth. I want them all to.
'Look at them and beg, boy. They all know what a fag you are. You deserve to be treated like this. You need it! Now beg.'
I want it so badly. I look at them and then, 'Will you all cum in here and jack off on my face. I want you to make me feel like such a nasty fag boy. Please?'
It happens. I looked up at them as one after another jack off in front of me and then cum all off over my face. A couple times men get on either side of me and they both cum on my face at the same time. It was humiliating but I felt like I deserved it and I can't deny that I was so turned on. I know I kept my mouth open the whole time and by the time they finished I had a lot of cum in my mouth. The man then made me swallow it all. I must be such a fag.
I just stayed kneeling there and the two young boys came over to me and they both started licking the cum off my face and then kissing me. Our tongues would share the cum. I was so turned on by now. I loved kissing them and hearing the comments from the men about the nasty gay boys.
Finally, they backed away and I hear the black man tell everyone, 'Shows over. The fag does accept tips.'
Every man comes over to me and they place bills on my face pressing them down into the cum. Finally, they are gone and the black man tells me I did good and then he leaves too and Andre comes back into the room. He leads me over to the makeup table and helps me sit down.
'You did very good Steffie. You are so hot. I can't wait to spend more times with you, you are so fun. And you did good here too,' she says waving the bills at me. 'Over $800 sweetie.'
It just strikes me that I just put on a show for men and that they gave me money. Does that make me a gay whore? I look at the money and I think it does. Oh fuck. I'm a whore. 'I didn't know that was going to happen, Andre. I didn't know I was putting on a show for money.'
'Don't worry, you did great. The men loved you and wasn't that black guy hot. I couldn't believe how big his cock was. I have been face fucked like that before. The first few times it's rather overwhelming but you will find out that you will think about it a lot and know you shouldn't like to be treated like that but we both know what a feeling it is to feel like you have no control. Think about how it feels being used like that. It even makes my little cock hard. 'You like having men watch you, don't you Steffie?'
'Yes, it just does something to me. I like the way they look at me. It makes me feel like they wish they could be with me. I think most of them would be very dominant with me. Crying in front of them is so strange. There is usually a reason I'm crying, often it's that I'm being punished, but I can tell they get off on watching me cry. It feels no emasculating but I still love it.'
'It is sweetie, I mean, what kind of guy goes around crying like a little sissy bitch like you have been doing. No man would do that. Now let's clean you up and get you ready for Mr. Mike. He should be here shortly to pick you up.'
A half hour later, my makeup looks great. Andre has put me into a tight short pink dressed that barely covers the lace on the nylons. My pink panties hold my cock up between my legs. I look at myself in the mirror. The dress is tight enough that my big tits press hard against it and the nipples are very prominent. I think I could pass as a girl. Mike walks in and sees me looking at myself in the mirror.
'Look at you Steffie. You are one hot piece of ass. I knew you would be a pretty sissy the first time I saw you. Damn, I really would love to tap that sweet ass of your and take your cherry but I guess I will get enough of that boy pussy soon enough.'
I watch as he comes over with a pink leather collar and puts it around my neck and fastens a padlock on it. I look at it in the mirror and see in silver script, "SISSY BOY".'
'We don't want to give anyone the wrong impression, do we Steffie? It's best if they know you really are a boy, just a very fem one, a real sissy.' I just look at myself in the mirror and watch as he attaches a silver chain leash to my collar. 'Make them jealous Steffie.'
He leads me through the salon and I look at each lady as they look at me. I know I look so much sexier than they do and I can see they know that too. I exaggerate my swish taking small steps even stepping past center as I follow him on my leash. They will think of me when they get home and wonder what is happening to me. Will I be sucking cocks, getting fucked, what I might be doing and whether I like it? He leads me down the street and helps me into his car and we drive to his place. No words are exchanged the whole drive home. He leads me into his living room and takes off the leash. He goes to his kitchen and comes back with a glass of white wine for me and a scotch for himself and has me sit by him on his couch.
'It's been quite a day for you Stevie. How are you doing?' Mike asks, looking at me.
'I don't know Sir. I don't know anything. I've done all these things and had things done to me that I would have never believed. You took away my right to make any decisions and it was so hard but there was something about it that I couldn't resist. I'm ashamed of what I did. And look at me, sitting here in a dress in high heels and nylons, my face all made up like a whore's. What has happening to me?'
'I know it was hard for you Stevie. It can be very scary when you first realize things about yourself. You have found out that you are gay and that you like dressing up like a girl for men. You sucked cock and discovered that you love being a cocksucker. You were spanked and paddled like a little boy and you cried and sounded like such a little girl. It hurt a lot but you understood that it was something you needed. You like having someone control you.'
I just listen to him, my head down, wondering how much of what he is saying is true. I think about everyone telling me I must be gay and how I'm not very manly. I think about dressing up and how good I looked and how it feels to have men looking at me, wanting me. I think about his cock, and how I can't stop thinking about sucking it. I look at the pink dress, my big tits, my black nylons and high heels and I like the way I look. I look sexy.
'You are going to turn me into a whore, aren't you Sir?'
'No, I don't have to turn you, you are already a whore,' he says getting up and taking five one hundred dollar bills out of his wallet and putting them in my purse. 'That's for the show at the salon. The men were impressed. I'm sure you made over a thousand dollars today. It's just a start Steffie. Would you like to be wealthy? This will probably be your only chance. Men will pay a lot of money to spend time with you Steffie.'
'I don't know if I can do it Sir.'
'You already have shown me you can do it and that you enjoy it. I could tell that the spanking even turned you on. Your little cock was hard whenever you were being punished or verbally abused. The look on your face when you are sucking a man's cock says everything I need to know about you. You love being a slut for men.'
'I will whore you out Steffie but as an expensive sissy call boy. We will make so much money once you are fully trained Steffie. And you will get all the cock you want and have your sweet little ass spanked and fucked. I know you are going to love being fucked. It does surprise me a little that a wimpy boy like you had this fascination with black men and big black cock. Such a naughty boy. I'm sure you would be very popular at a couple black clubs I know about.'
'Please Sir, I just want to serve you and make you feel good. I'm really quite intimidated by black men and am very uncomfortable around them.'
'You didn't look intimidated as you swallow that big black cock at the salon. I watched the video and you loved it when he took control and face fucked you. You looked so much like a whore with your makeup smeared all over your face. It was so obvious that you loved it when the other men jacked off and you always opened your mouth wider when they were ready to cum. The words, cum dump, came to my mind as I watched you with man after man. You're a nasty sissy boy, Steffie.'
I shouldn't have been surprised when you mentioned that I had been videotaped but nothing really surprised me after the day I had. He did succeed in making me feel bad about myself.
'Now I'm getting tired Steffie. I want you to reach down and rub your pussy. It's the way you will masturbate now. You will leave your little cock tucked and you will rub your pussy till you come in your panties. You have five minutes to come or you will be punished.'
I'm sitting on the couch, one leg pulled up under me like I have seen girls sit. My dress has ridden high enough my pink panties are visible. I reach down and run my hand over the smooth front of the panties and just between my legs a little. It feels so smooth and silky and I'm surprised how good it feels. He watches me as I rub faster and I can't keep from spreading my legs wider and I press up against my hand as it goes between my legs and can't stop a moan from escaping.
'That's a good little girl. Rub your pussy and come for me. I want you to come in your panties.'
It feels so good and I press up against my hand when my hand moves up between my legs. Oh god, I'm going to cum. I cry out not believing how good it felt to cum this way. I can feel my cum in my ass crack and can see the cum soak through the thin silk panties.
'Isn't it nice being a girl Steffie. You go to bed now and think about today. Don't forget you have an appointment with Mistress Tanya tomorrow. No playing with yourself or you will be spanked. Now goodnight.'
I go back to the feminine bedroom and get undressed except for the cum filled panties. It feels gross now that I have cum. I crawl in bed and so many thoughts run through my head until I finally drift off to sleep. |
Still Waters Ch. 01 | 14,395 | 4.72 | 1,825,715 | [
"family",
"love",
"pain",
"grief",
"non-human",
"nonhuman"
] | *Hi everyone,
Welcome back to my world. Alexia's story has helped me so much, that I felt the need to continue. My husband was my rock. Willie saw in me things I never saw in myself. Even when I would be so full of fear and self-doubt, he believed in me. So in this section of the series, I dedicate this to his memory. I believe if he were here, he'd approve. Thanks for reading, and please share your thought.
AN: All characters in this story are eighteen or older.*
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Evangeline sat on the edge of the riverbank. She loved coming down here and sitting by the river early in the morning. She recalled when she was younger and her sisters and mom would argue. She and dad would always escape to the river. This was where he taught her to fish. Fishing was relaxing, and for years she'd just escape. This morning was no different. This morning, momma just kept coming at her. Ever since breakfast, she kept picking and picking. Evangeline sat with her and daddy as she watched Declan eat alone. Everything in her wanted to join him, but momma growled for her to stay seated. Daddy corrected momma, but the look she gave him cut him to the core, so Evangeline intervened again. It was when they got home. Momma attacked. She was always attacking. This morning, Evangeline simply said, *Enough!*
Bertha was furious. It was then that she lashed out. Not wanting to escalate the situation any farther, Evangeline left. She walked away as her mother screamed at her retreating back. Daddy called her back, but she kept walking. Now she was here, where there was quiet, serenity, and no Bertha DuPont.
"Hey, I was looking for you. Your dad told me to come here." Declan sat beside Evangeline. He put his arm around her shoulders, and Evangeline leaned into his embrace. "What happened?"
"Nothing, it's just Momma being her usual self. I should be used to it by now." Evangeline sighed.
Declan was quiet. He had his views on Bertha DuPont, but he decided it was best if he kept his thoughts to himself and just support her. Declan stayed silent. He waited. "She is so mean, Declan. All of my life, I have done everything she has asked of me. This morning, she just..." Evangeline paused. "I don't know. I don't know."
"Move in with me. Alpha Ryelle says he will allow it and it will get you away from your Mom. I know you worry about people gossiping, but Babe, I worry about you." Declan whispered.
"What happens when you go home? I can't live in the Commons once you leave. Maybe I can move into an apartment at Sweeten. I don't know, Declan. I'm tired." Evangeline whispered.
Declan sighed; he had to say this now. "When I leave, you won't have to worry about that. When I go home, you're going with me."
Evangeline froze. Her dad was here and right now, she helped deflect Momma from attacking him. "I can't leave. "
Declan froze, "Then move in with me and I'll live here. Besides, I can win your Mom over. I'm cute, and no one can be mad at me for long."
Those words made Evangeline giggle. Declan loved the sound of her laughter. She was so reserved, and around others she was serious all of the time. The pack members watched them and most were truly happy for them. However, out of everyone in the pack, he'd yet to meet her mom and dad. This made him uncomfortable. He'd have to meet them and tonight at dinner, this situation would be rectified. He just hoped Evangeline would not be too upset.
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Bertha was furious once again. She had another go at Evangeline and the girl left. Out of respect for her mother, Evangeline never invited her young man to meet them, and Bertha took great pleasure in pointing out to her that a real man would insist on meeting her family.
Willie was tired. He loved his mate. He never thought he'd mate with anyone and for the last fifty years, he had his Bertha. She was loud and mean, but the truth of everything is that Bertha was scared. She was terrified and she was the fixer. When they first mated, he was not very strong. The other males teased him mercilessly but his Bertha would not allow it to continue.
"Bertha, you gotta let that girl live." Willie whispered after Evangeline left this morning.
"Willie, who asked you? You don't know what it's like. She leaves here with that boy and his family can treat her any kind of way in Shreveport. She doesn't understand that things are different for us. She is listening to people lie to her and tell her she can have it all. That boy gets her up there and gets tired of her. What is she going to do, especially if she mates with him? Fair Weres are not like us. They can't endure the things like we have. Evangeline is making a mistake. That boy is not her true mate. He's just a guy she wants. She can sleep with him. Get him out of her system, but she needs to let him go." Bertha explained.
Willie waited, "Come here." He held his mate. Her body shook. "You've raised her to be strong, and she is smart. She will be ok, but you got let the girl live. We need to meet this boy. He's been here a few months, and you avoid him at every turn. Tonight at dinner, I want to meet him."
Bertha knew her mate was right. She knew he spoke the truth. She thought of her other children. They mated and left and never returned home. Her daughters despised her. They called and often only wanted to speak with their father. They had few or no words for her. She pretended that it didn't hurt, but with every dismissive phone call, her heart was ripped into pieces.
Evangeline loved her. Out of all four daughters, Evangeline worshipped her, and she was driving her away. However, like her predecessor, she didn't believe in race mixing. Her daughter deserved to mate with a male that looked like her. She needed a strong dark king. A man that could protect her and teach his children what they needed to survive. There were things a black man could teach his son that a white man would have no true understanding about. This wolf could decide to change his mind and that would devastate her daughter. What if they had kids, the poor children would grow up confused, not knowing what they were.
"You don't understand." Bertha whispered.
"Yes, I do. Babe, I understand more than you think that I do." Willie replied. Bertha stayed in his embrace. She loved being held by her mate. It was not often that he held her, but when he did. Her entire being relaxed and she felt safe.
Like always, the moment ended much too soon. *Bertha, can you stop by?* Madam Alpha Tasha sent. She was aware that Bertha and her daughter had words earlier. When she reached out, she could feel Evangeline's pain. She also knew that somehow, Bertha was at the root of this. It was time and as madam alpha, she needed to talk with her pack member.
Ryelle waited. "Do you want me to stay here while you talk to her?"
"No, I can handle this. She needs to open up, and she won't do that if she feels threatened. Let me talk with Bertha first." Tasha replied.
"I can command her to stop being so difficult." Ryelle suggested.
Tasha smiled, "So can I, but that's not what we need to do. Let me talk to her."
Ryelle smiled,. His woman was amazing, and she really understood the women here. "Ok, I'm going out then. Call me."
Tasha knew Bertha would stop by soon. She was nervous. Bertha DuPont was one of the older wolves. She was an original dark were. What could she say to her to help her understand that her daughter needed to be happy.
"Madam Alpha, Mrs. DuPont is here." Her assistant announced.
Bertha entered.
"Hi, Bertha, thanks for coming right over. Would you like a drink or a snack?" Tasha offered.
"No, tell me why you summoned me so I can go about my day." Bertha barked.
Tasha was instantly annoyed. It was in the tip of her tongue to remind her that she was madam Alpha and that title alone demanded respect.
"Look, *Madam Alpha*, why did you call me over here?" Bertha demanded.
"First of all, You will address me with respect. I will not sit here and allow you to be blatantly disrespectful to me. I will respect you and you will do the same thing accordingly. Next, I will tell you why I called you, but I think you already know. The entire pack knows and today we will address this issue. And finally, you are the oldest female here, but you need to remember that you are only here because my mate and I allow you to stay. Think about that before you spew your vileness once more." Tasha stated. The two women stared at each other. Tasha refused to back down. She had to show dominance, or Bertha would think that her defiance was acceptable. It was not.
"Fine," Bertha backed down and blinked. "What is it, madam Alpha?"
Tasha relaxed. "Your treatment of Evangeline needs to stop. Declan is her mate. He loves her. It's not fair that you're trying to force her to choose."
Bertha stared at her. "Evangeline is my child. I will protect her. That boy is using her, and I won't stand here and let her mess up her life."
"Bertha, Declan is honorable. You need to meet him." Tasha insisted.
Bertha closed her eyes. She recalled everything. Many told her to stop living in the past, but she could not help but remember. "Years ago, I was young and much like Evangeline, I didn't listen. I met a boy, and he was sweet on me. We snuck around an entire summer until his uncles found out about me. Those men beat me, and he stood there laughing. If Alpha Alphonso and Thomas had not come along, I'd be dead. So don't tell me about trust. I lost trust years ago, and I won't let this boy lead my daughter into danger."
Tasha stopped. She knew some of the stories from the past, but this was clearly what drove Bertha's distrust. In all honesty, she understood. Her own past made trusting hard. But in this case, Evangeline was not in danger. No one would hurt her, and somehow Bertha had to understand that.
Tasha took a deep breath. "Bertha, I'm about to share a story with you that no one knows, not even my mate. I ask that this story stays between us."
Bertha was intrigued. Tasha made sure no one was around, because this was a story she never wanted to share. But for some reason, bertha needed to hear this story. If Evangeline and Declan stood a chance, Bertha had to loosen her hold.
Tasha took a deep breath. "I grew up in the hood. My grandmother took care of us and she worked three sometimes four jobs. Often Lugz and I were home alone. One day, some men moved into the neighborhood. Lugz and I were really young. He was ten, and I was eleven. Kas was six. She didn't really live with us, but she was always at our house, so we stayed together.
One day. I was sick, and grandma had to work. She had no choice but to leave me home. A neighbor agreed to keep an eye on the house, but something happened and she had to leave. I was scared, but I locked the door and went back to bed. Time passed and I relaxed. In my eleven year old wisdom, I decided to get up and watch cartoons. Grandma wouldn't know, and who would tell her. So I snuck into her room. Two hours after grandma left, one of the men knocked, and I refused to answer the door, so he broke in. He and his friend grabbed me and ripped my clothes...," Tasha closed her eyes reliving the assault. No child should ever have to endure such abuse. She did not have to verbalize what happened.
Bertha was furious for the young woman but she wondered how this had anything to do with Evangeline.
"I screamed, and Mr. Potts, an elderly neighbor heard me. He came over. As he rushed in and those men attacked him. They beat him and I ran out for help. The corner guys saw me and came in. They fought. All I remember was that I hurt and I hid. Soon, the men were gone and Mr. Potts went back home. That was when I met Jerome. He stayed to see if I was alright. He was so handsome and to me his dark skin was fascinating. I had the biggest crush on him. Grandma warned me. Lugz and even Kas warned me, but he was a black man, and I was his woman." Tasha took a breath.
"For years, Ms. Bertha, that man put his hands on me. I kept silent. I had to protect him. He was a black man and as his woman I had to protect him. When I turned eighteen, he decided to share me with his friends. When they were done, he told me he loved me. I knew that was a lie. But again I had to protect him. I must admit, Jerome took care of us. Grandma never took anything from him, and when I moved in with him at nineteen, she cried. I stayed with him for three years until I got pregnant. Jerome didn't want kids and he wasn't paying for an abortion. That was the first time he almost killed me. I lost the baby and when I woke up in the hospital, my mouth was wired shut. I never admitted that Jerome hurt me. You might wonder how this has anything to do with Evangeline. Ms. Bertha, I know you are trying to protect her. But I know that just because a man is dark, that does not mean he is good for you." Tasha stopped.
Bertha was stunned. She and others knew that Madam Alpha had a hard life, but to endure this cruelty was unimaginable.
"I remember when I met Jacob. He was white and I was already ticked off. You see, Jerome and I had broken up and I was on the prowl. I met Jamal, Betty's son. He was mated and the girl was white. I was furious. All of the decent black guys wanted white women, and I was stuck with a guy than treated me like garbage. Then later that day, I met Jacob. I hit on him, because I was angry. But, he treated me with such respect that I really didn't know how to deal with it." Bertha sat for a moment. There was more to Madam Alpha than met the eye.
Tasha took a deep breath, once more, "Ms. Bertha, there are good black men, but there are also evil ones. There are good fair men as well as evil ones, too. Evangeline deserves to be treasured and loved. She has had such a hard time, would you deny her even the most fleeting moment of happiness? I know and you know that she hides a lot. She hurts, but with Declan, I've seen her smile. I've seen her relax and for the first time since I've been here, I can relate to what she is feeling. My Ryelle accepted me. He knows a lot of my past, but not everything and one day. I'll tell him. But, we need you to give Declan a chance. He is really a nice guy, and he loves her."
Bertha was silent, then she spoke. "Madam Tasha, we all have gone through something. We all have things we'd rather forget. I know it's the past, but tell Ryelle what happened to you. You see holding on to ghost is never a good thing." Bertha looked away.
Tasha nodded. She never told Ryelle everything and he never asked. Maybe Ms. Bertha was right. She needed to tell her story and not just to Ryelle. Akeemo needed to hear the truth s well. Her son was becoming someone she did not like. She had to do something to help turn him around.
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"Come on, let's run." Declan stated. Pulling Evangeline up.
"No, not now, I have to report in. Later, ok." She leaned over and kissed him gently. Declan held her close.
"OK, I'm going to help Damien with repairs. Meet me for lunch, OK". Declan stated.
Evangeline smiled, and nodded. "I'll see you at noon. Now, let's get to work."
Evangeline did not go back home. She checked on her dad and felt sadness though their bond. She sent him a shaft of love. He returned her hug.
Meanwhile, Bertha was returning home. Willie was there and she just wanted to go in and not have him saying anything to her. Bertha returned home and her mate stood. He headed out. "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to the stables today. I'll be home for dinner." Willie answered, but she felt strange.
Bertha watched him leave, but deep down she knew that something was not right. He didn't even try to talk with her. He just left. Something was not right. Bertha decided to deal with her mate later, she had responsibilities. She went to her post.
Bertha worked tiredlessly but she noticed things too. She noticed that many in the pack avoided her. They spoke, but mostly they did not like being around her. She was often left alone. This morning, when Willie walked out, she never felt more alone.
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Evangeline was a consummate professional at work. She never allowed her personal life to interfere with her job. However, her coworkers wanted to know more about the new man in her life. So they asked and she'd explain that she didn't discuss her personal business.
Her boss was often annoyed with the questions and Evangeline worked to assure her that her work life and private life were completely separate.
"Ms. DuPont, can I see you in my office now?" her boss called over the PA system.
Evangeline frowned. She sounded upset and she wondered what was going on. She entered her office cautiously.
"Please sit. I called you in because this morning you have been receiving personal phone calls." Evangeline started to protest when her boss stopped her.
"The calls were intercepted but your mother should not call this often asking for you every few minutes. Whatever is going on at your home is something you need to deal with." She surmised.
"Wait, my mother called and no one told me. If she called that many times, then there might be an emergency. Excuse me, Ms. Jakes, I'm calling home." Evangeline walked out of her office.
She dialed her mother immediately. Momma would never call her job, unless it was important.
One ring and Bertha answered. She was crying so hard that Evangeline could not understand what she was saying. Madam Alpha Tasha took the phone. "Evangeline, come to the hospital now."
Evangeline left. She knew she may not have a job, but something was wrong with her parents.
As she arrived at the hospital Declan met her and they both rushed to emergency
She rushed in and saw her mother barely sitting, Evangeline rushed to her side. "Momma, what's wrong? What's wrong momma?"
"He left me. He was mad at me this morning and told me he was going to the stables. He collapsed and he's gone. Your daddy is gone, Evangeline. He's gone." Bertha paced back and forth, trying not to break down.
"No, no, there has to be a mistake." Evangeline cried. This was not right. Her father was the kindest, most gentlest of all wolves. He could not be gone.
Declan held her as she fell apart. Evangeline cried. She never should have walked out. She heard him call her back, yet she walked away. Her daddy was gone, and with him the only parent that ever truly loved her.
"Babe, I'm here. I'm here.' Declan whispered. He sent to Deacon immediately, needing his brother with him. Deacon was headed back to Jackson. Kwame and Alexia offered to go with him, but Deacon went alone.
"A nurse came out. You can go see him before the body is taken," She whispered.
Evangeline and her mother walked into the cold room. Willie DuPont lay there with the struggle of his last breath etched on his face. Bertha closed his mouth and then gently closed is eyelids. Then she sat beside his bed and simply stared at his lifeless body. Evangeline watched. Her father was gone.
Often she tried to fix things. She'd do anything to make her mother happy. However, this was one thing she could not change. She couldn't fix this, and she wondered how they would survive.
Bertha sat, staring, unmoving. Evangeline wanted to comfort her, but her mother did not like to be touched. She was tough, always tough. But right now, in this moment, Evangeline saw what her father had always seen. As tough as Bertha Dupont appeared to be on the outside, deep down she hid who she truly was.
Evangeline no longer cared about her mother's preferences. She needed her Mom. "Momma," she whispered.
For the first time in years, Bertha embraced her youngest daughter. She would not cry. She would not show weakness, but for a moment, it was ok to be needy.
Willie would always look at her and say "Bertha, calm down. You're still waters. I know how much you carry. Let me help carry that load."
Now he was gone. She had to learn how to carry the load alone. "Still waters calmed the soul. Still waters fuels the heart." He whispered to her each night before they slept. His voice calmed her, helped her.
"Momma" Evangeline whispered. "They're here. They're ready to take him."
Bertha nodded and followed her daughter from the room. She watched as her mate, was taken from her for the last time.
Alpha Ryelle and Tasha were at the medical center. They were stunned. This death was unexpected, and reminded Ryelle of the night they lost Alphonso. However, he was pack alpha and he had to stay strong.
"Bertha, we must plan his ceremony. Is there anything you would like to request?" Ryelle asked.
Bertha simply stared at him and walked away. Tasha took his hand. She knew. This was hard on him. She called out to Bertha, but the woman that looked back was a shell. She simply stared and did not really respond.
Tasha nodded. "We will take care of everything." She whispered. Evangeline nodded for her mother.
Ryelle sent to Kwame. The Kingsley alpha responded and Willie DuPont's daughters would be at Jackson is a few hours. Ryelle thanked him. He then sent a message to his pack. A sorrowful spirit engulfed the compound. Willie DuPont was a quiet man, but very well loved and respected. The Alpha took charge. The home going ceremony would take place in two days. That would give time for his daughters and their husbands to arrive.
Evangeline wrapped her arms around her mother. Bertha did not shove her youngest child away. She was truly alone now. No one really understood her. They only accepted her because they had so much love and respect for her mate. She was someone that the others did not really like being around. Her own daughters despised her, and she knew that soon Evangeline would leave her too. She was alone, and she had no one to blame but herself.
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*The end of chapter one.
I realize that this was a hard chapter, but I had to share it. Thank you for reading. Please be considerate with your thoughts.* |
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"failed marriage"
] | It had been a couple of weeks since I'd seen her last. Often I thought about our last encounter and if she would ever speak to me again. I was strangely attracted to her, more so than any girl I've been with in quite some time. She had this magnetism to her, this playful, sassy attitude that wasn't snobbish or overt, but rather sexy and subtle and made you want to get to know her more.
The last time I saw her we happened to meet in the same Irish bar we were in now. I met her randomly through another woman I'd met there a few weeks prior. Just by chance she had come up to talk to her friend and we were introduced. That was two Saturdays ago.
Immediately I was drawn in. She was absolutely gorgeous, even in the dark light of the bar. I guessed she was in her late twenties to early thirties. She had wavy, sandy blond hair that was layered just to the top of her exposed, defined shoulders. She sported that sexy indentation between her clavicle and shoulder that made you want to bury your lips in it and kiss up the side of her neck.
The short-sleeved top she wore was black and sheer that gathered just below her perfectly rounded breasts, showing off enough tanned cleavage that was sprinkled with those ever so feminine freckles here and there. She held her shoulders back and chest out proud, with her soft face cocked at a mischievous angle.
Her playful, cat-like eyes were what drew me in the most. Perfectly spaced over her high cheekbones and Cheshire grin, they sliced through the smoke and darkness as they met mine and we shook hands.
"Hi, I'm Jessica," she said with a wide grin. I saw her quickly glance me over from head to toe and then resume eye contact, her smile never fading.
"Mike," I said, forcing myself to not glance at her breasts and holding her hand a little longer than usual, on purpose. "Pleasure to meet you."
She had already had a few vodka drinks in her and was being very playful. We began talking about ourselves and before we knew it, we found out we had much more in common than we thought. Both of us were recently separated from a failed marriage and were slowly trying to make our way back into the single world. She had a very easy way about her and began to open up to me ever so slightly.
We shared details about our marriages, what went wrong with them, how it seemed to drag on forever when in reality we were both only married for about two years. I was with someone I wasn't in love with and who wasn't being a good partner. Jessica was in the same boat, except her case was a little more severe than mine, with her husband not putting forth any effort at all and leaving it to her to shoulder the responsibility of keeping things together. I could tell it had worn on her, noting the look of exhaustion in her eyes. She seemed so sweet and determined to make things work out, but in the end she had to make the decision to cut her losses and move on before she was dragged deeper and deeper into a situation in which she was not happy at all. Right now she just wanted to try to forget about the whole ordeal and focus on something that had been missing in her life for the past two years.
As the night wore on, we drank more, talked more, become much more friendly, and a definite spark had been ignited. She would find reasons to touch me randomly, a slight brush of her hand on my arm, pressing her hip to mine as she talked in my ear over the band, a squeeze of my wrist. I couldn't believe that she had been neglected for so long, someone has fun and beautiful as she was. Her thirst for human contact was subtle, yet obvious and I wanted to be the one she turned to.
After some time, Jessica pulled me aside and said she had something important to tell me. Immediately I could tell a change of mood in her as her expression went from soft and playful to serious. She crossed her arms and kind of pulled away from me and told me she had a two year old daughter. As soon as she told me this, she looked away and said I could run now if I wanted to. I wanted to do nothing but kiss her as hard as I could right then and there.
I put my arm around her and told her I didn't mind at all, that I had had a stepdaughter in my marriage. She still looked at me warily, bracing herself in case I told her that I wasn't interested anymore because she had a kid. She wasn't self-conscious about having a daughter, she was just wondering if it would scare me away. So I reassured her it wasn't a problem at all and gave her a quick kiss on her warm cheek. She sighed and seemed glad that I was still there, and she eased her cheek into my kiss and smiled.
Not too long after, the drinks had been flowing pretty steadily and I was beginning to feel the effects of way too much vodka. My stomach began to churn and I knew I had had too much. This posed a severe problem, because by this time, we had exchanged several quick but passionate kisses at the bar, and were now heading hand in hand to a cab.
I knew there was no way I was going to be able to go home with her as sick as I was feeling. I was pissed for allowing myself to get in this condition because all night long I knew how the evening was going to end, I wanted her so bad.
When we got outside to the waiting line of cabs, I hugged her, kissed her again, put her in a cab and wished her a good night. The stunned look on her face sent a thousand daggers to my heart as she was expecting the same thing I was. However, I was too embarrassed to tell her I was feeling sick. Looking back on it now, I wish I would have.
I never thought for one second what was going through her mind until later the next day, and it sickened me even more. It dawned on me that she thought I sent her home alone because she had a child, and it absolutely crushed me. The expression on her face as the cab pulled away with only her in it was one that would stay with me until I saw her again two weeks later, on this night.
Jessica had been on my mind every day since that night. I was out of town the next two weekends and was unable to go out and find her to set things right. I really wanted to see her again and let her know why I went home alone that night. I got to the bar a little early with my roommate and we began our usual jager bombs to start the night off right. However, I was going to make sure not to have too much this evening, in case I ran in to her again.
A few hours passed by and I was beginning to think I wouldn't see her. I began making my way through the crowd to the bathroom, I thought I heard someone call my name. I'd been scanning the entire place since I'd gotten there looking for her, so I turned immediately and saw Jessica leaving the bathroom, passing the other direction with a huge, beautiful smile on her face.
"Hi!," she said over the crowd. "How I are you?"
"Great," I answered, thrilled to death I found her. She was still moving away from me with the crowd.
"Good to see you again. Maybe you should stick around," she said with a wink and that sexy little expression of hers.
"Maybe I will," I said catching her grin and returning her inviting smile.
By then we'd been separated by the crowd and I was in the bathroom. I hurriedly finished and washed up and dashed back out to find her. She was at the same bar up front with her friends where we'd met two weeks prior, grin still plastered across her face. My roommate was already talking up one of her friends. I was thrilled that she didn't seem angry with me.
"There you are," I said, walking up to them. "I was wondering if I was going to see you again."
"I know, you've been missing in action the past few weeks. Where ya been?"
I was ecstatic that she had noticed I was gone. That meant she was looking for me too and it made me feel great.
"I flew home to visit the family and then had to fly out for a trade show the next weekend. You know how it is."
"Yeah I do. Well it's good to see you again," she said.
"It's very good to see you too, Jessica" and I gave her a brief hug and kiss on the cheek. I'd thought about her so much while I was gone, I needed some sort of physical contact with her. As I leaned in for the hug, I inhaled her completely. She smelled of flowers and perfume and a light sweetness I could almost taste.
I wanted to immediately tell her what happened the last time we were together, but I decided to take it slow.
"So how is you're little girl?" Her mood changed so fast from happy and cheerful to cold and resentful that I was taken aback.
"Don't you ask about my little girl," she said and looked away. I was stunned. I didn't know what to say.
"I'm sorry. You told me about her the last time we were together. Remember?" I kept trying to see if she was playing with me or not, but her glance gave every indication she was not happy.
"She's doing fine. That's all," was the reply I got, with her still looking away.
I had to say something at this point. I knew she was hurting from thinking I let her go because of her kid and I needed to let her know it was a big misunderstanding.
"Jessica, listen." She turned and looked at me, taking a sip of her vodka drink. "The last time I saw you, I had such a great time with you. I thought we hit it off well. But when we were leaving, I..."
"Stop," she said. "It's okay." I could tell she was feeling disappointed.
"No, you don't understand. I put you in that cab and left because I was sick. Do you remember buying me that huge drink right before we left? You wanted to leave almost immediately after getting them so I chugged mine. I was feeling so bad I knew there was no way I could go home with you."
Her expression began to change slightly and she looked at me with a cautious stare.
"Are you serious?"
"Yes I'm serious! I wanted to go home with you so bad but I was not feeling good at all."
She looked at me straight on now. "I thought you were leaving me because I had a daughter," she exclaimed.
"I know, I know you did. And it's been eating at me for the past two weeks now. I didn't get your number before you left and it's all I've been thinking about. It has bothered me to no end because I enjoyed being with you so much that night and I didn't get to tell you the truth. I was embarrassed because I got sick. I just went home and crashed and I didn't realize until the next day what you must have been thinking. I am so sorry."
Her eyes lit up and that gorgeous smile began to creep back across her face. I put my hand on her waist, pulled her close to me and whispered in her ear. "I don't care if you have a child or three for that matter. I had a great time with you, and I'd love to finish what we started that night." I gave her a long kiss on her neck right below her ear. She exhaled and bent her head towards mine and pulled my head closer to hers.
"Well, then lets get out of here."
I pulled back and looked at her and saw a raw hunger in her eyes that spoke volumes. I don't think I've ever closed a tab so fast before. I grabbed Jessica's hand and led her back out front to the waiting line of cabs. Opening the door for her, I caught a glimpse of her black thong poking out from her jeans as she got in and I gave her a quick smack on her tight ass. She looked back at me with the evilest grin and winked.
"Take 14th to Lakeland and make a right," she barked to the driver. As we pulled away, she slid right up next to me and put her hand on my leg just above my knee and squeezed. It sent shock waves up my leg. Instinctively I put my arm around her neck and pulled her closer to me. She turned and began softly kissing my jaw and upper neck.
I could feel her body getting warmer as she progressed. With one swift motion, she threw her knee over my lap and strattled me in the cab. She grabbed my face in both her hands and began kissing me hard, as if she hadn't been kissed in a really long time, which I knew she hadn't. Her tongue explored my mouth with an urgency and she playfully sucked on my lower lip.
I slid my hands over her perfectly taught ass and up her hips, pulling her into me harder and kissed her back. In the rear view I could see expressionless face of the cab driver. I guess he had seen his share of over-served customers making out in his back seat.
Jessica thrust herself harder against the growing bulge in my jeans. I knew she could feel it. She reached down and adjusted my cock so that she could feel the fullness of it against her. She let out a soft sigh as she grinded slowly against me.
Finally making it to her home, I threw the cabbie a ten and we stumbled towards her door and walked inside.
"Shhh," she said. "I have to pay the babysitter first. Go in there and wait for me." She pointed towards the living room and I obeyed, after briefly saying hello to the sitter.
Jessica took her into the office and I could hear mumbling and papers being shuffled. She had a beautiful home, a spacious living room and I took a seat on the couch. After a few minutes she emerged from the office, said goodbye to the sitter and shut and locked the door.
I stood up and walked towards her and met her halfway across the living room. I grabbed her with both my arms and pulled her as tight to me as I could. She felt so small in my grasp. I ran my hands up and down the length of her back. I gripped her ass and lifted her slightly, pulling her up and towards me some more. She kissed me fervently and sucked on my tongue. I left her soft, hot lips and made my way down the side of her neck and directly to her shoulders where I kissed and sucked and bit slightly. She let out a half sigh and pulled away.
"Come on, lets go upstairs. Now." We turned off all the lights and started to make our way upstairs.
We both were a little drunk and were trying to be as quiet as possible. She led the way up the stairs and I held on to on of her belt loops, exposing her thong again and the top of her ass.
Barely making it inside her room, we tore at each other again. Jessica immediately began removing her shirt and I helped lift it over her head. As soon as it was gone our lips found each other again. She tasted so wonderful. I looked down at her as I began unbuttoning her jeans. Her breasts were held firmly in place by a black lace bra. I buried my face in her perfect cleavage and began and kissing her breasts lightly. She let out a soft moan and pulled my head deeper into her cleavage, running her fingers through my hair.
I unzipped her jeans and ran my thumbs around the waistband and began to lower them. Her ass was so tight and perfect, she had to wriggle a little, shifting her hips from side to side, so I could get them over her cheeks. As they hit the floor in a halo around her feet I looked at her for a long time, soaking her gorgeous body in. Her body was absolutely mesmerizing. She had on a matching black lace thong that barely covered her. It had thin spaghetti straps that dug into her hips as they disappeared behind her into a T-back.
I couldn't wait any longer. The look on her face said everything I already knew. She was desperate to love and be loved. She had been neglected for so long, every time I touched her she jumped a little as if it was the first time. For so long she had not been taken care of by the one person who had promised to do so. Jessica had so much to give and no one to take it. Not anymore. She had so much energy coursing through her that she was almost shaking.
I pulled her body to mine and we fell on her king size bed together. My hands roamed her entire body as we kissed passionately. She was breathing heavily and tearing at my belt and jeans. I reached down and helped her, kicking them off the bed and climbed on top of her. I was almost tearing through my boxers at this point.
She opened her legs for me to lay between them and then wrapped them around my waist. I pressed my fully hard cock against her warm center and could feel her heat radiating out. She gasped a little as I slowly began to rub my erection on her through her panties. I made my way down to her breast, her nipples poking straight through the black lace. Slowly I pulled the material to the side and began making gentle circles around her nipple with my tongue.
She threw her head back and moaned gently as I sucked on her nipple until it was standing straight out. I deftly slid my hand under her back and with one snap unclasped her bra. She sat up a bit and shifted her shoulders out of it and took her breasts in her own hands, pushing them together as she licked her lips.
I made my way slowly down into her cleavage and up on to her other nipple as I squeezed the first on, still wet and slick from my mouth.
"Oh my god, I think my nipples are directly connected to my vagina," she said with a smile, eyes still closed. She began rubbing her warm, panty-clad center up and down my shaft as I teased her nipples some more.
Finally she couldn't take it anymore. She thrust her hips up in the air and slid her panties off. As she pressed her warm pussy against me, I could feel her wetness soak my boxers and her warmth radiate over my cock. I reached down and pushed my boxers down to my ankles and kicked them off. Almost immediately she reached down and grabbed me fully with both hands.
"Damn, you're huge. Do you know how big you are?" she said breathlessly. She tried to put me inside her, but I backed off, just rubbing my tip along her hot sex, up and down, as she moaned and tried to scoot down so I would enter her.
"Not yet, baby," I said. "I have plans for you." She giggled a little, still writhing underneath me.
I began kissing her stomach, making slow circles around her belly button until I made my way to the top of her pubic hair, which was trimmed nicely in a one-inch strip. I kissed her lightly in the very corner of her leg, making sure not to get to close to her sex just yet. She arched her back slightly and let out a deep breath as I kissed slowly up her inner thigh.
I rubbed my hands softly over her flat tummy, which was already starting to bead with sweat. Bringing my hands down, I placed them on opposite sides of her pussy, and drew them outward along her inner thighs.
She was so beautiful down there. Everything was small and neat and tucked nicely away like perfect little package. I could smell her sex and it made me harder than ever. I wanted to take her so bad, but my favorite part was just about to begin. I nibbled her a little more along her inner thighs and slowly made my way towards her warm center. She was jerking her ass and hips back and forth, as if begging to be fulfilled.
I lowered my face down and began outlining the outer folds of her soft lips with just the tip of my tongue. Instantly she let out a moan and reached her hips up farther for more. I spread her legs as wide as they would allow me to and softly kissed her around her opening. I traced my tongue lightly over the top of her creases which were already slick and warm with her juices. I gently kissed her clit, lightly flicking it with my tongue, then taking it into my mouth. "Oh God," she let out. "Oh my God that feels so good."
I sucked delicately on her clit and felt it swell in my mouth. Releasing it, I began to kiss all the way down her sweet folds to the bottom and then back to the top again. By this point she was so wet I couldn't take it anymore, and neither could she.
I used my tongue to lick from bottom to top along her outer lips, on both sides separating her inner lips from the outer ones. She was so soft and delicate down there. I could tell this part of her hadn't been paid much attention to in quite some time, at least not by someone else.
She moaned again and continued to feed me herself by lifting her hips up towards me. I used my thumb and forefinger to spread her pink lips apart softly and began to kiss her on the inside. I put my entire mouth over her, pushed my tongue inside her and gave her the longest, deepest French kiss I could. She tasted so wonderful, it felt as if I could not get my tongue deep enough inside her to taste all of her. Her sweet juices ran down my chin. I licked the inside walls of her and up towards her clit. I took each lip in my mouth and kissed it separately, gently tugging at it until it pulled back and folded over, then I would do it again.
She writhed beneath me and let me continue, giving me fill rein to do as I pleased. While keeping her whole in my mouth, I began to fuck her with my tongue, tasting all of her I could and rubbing my upper lip against her clit for maximum stimulation.
"Oh, fuck yes," she exclaimed. "Do you know how good that feels right now?!"
She was grabbing the back of my head and pushing my face deep into her sex. I pulled my tongue out of her and began to suck on her clit. Simultaneously, I slid my index finger inside her up to my last knuckle. As slick as she was, it entered her with no hesitation at all. Slowly I began to stroke her with a "come hither" motion with my finger. Immediately she gasped and sat up, then threw her head back and laid back down, mouth open but nothing coming out.
I continued to suck and lick her clit as I massaged the upper inside of her hot center with my finger. She grinded her ass and hips against me as my mouth made love to her. After a few minutes, I slowly introduced another finger to her, and gentle eased it in beside the other one. She was tight. I could tell she had been neglected far too long. Her lips hugged both of my fingers and she released a short gasp as I pressed all the way inside her.
Using both fingers now, I began massaging the same spot inside her while I sucked on her clit. It didn't take any time at all.
"Oh god, baby, Oh my god I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum right now," she breathed.
Her back arched so much I thought it may break. I never stopped fucking her with my fingers and sucking on her clit, maintaining consistent pressure and rhythm for her. I tasted her getting wetter and wetter with each passing second.
"Are you gonna cum for me baby," I asked.
"Oh fuck yes. Yes I am!"
"Cum for me right now. I want you to cum in my mouth baby," I said as I continued to stroke her heaving pussy.
A low, guttural, "Ohhhh," was all she could manage. I felt the inside of her begin to quiver violently, then her walls contracted tightly around my fingers like a grip. I kept sliding my fingers in and out, on the outstroke rubbing her just underneath her pubic hair from the inside, pulling her sex out towards me.
The wave of electricity originated from deep inside her pussy, which was beginning to throb. Slowly, as I kept finger fucking her, it spread through her inner thighs, and down her legs. As she continued to cum, it raced up towards her stomach and invaded her breasts. She squeezed them together and pinched her nipples hard as she released into my mouth.
"Don't stop, right there. Oh my god I'm cumming right now. Oh ,fuck yes."
Her breaths came in short bursts and she held the inhale in for a few seconds after every contraction. I licked her clit with the entire tip of my tongue as she came, trying to prolong it as much as possible for her. She deserved at least that. She closed her legs tightly around the sides of my head.
"Oh god it's not stopping baby. It won't stop, I'm still cumming for you," she gasped.
I could feel each squeeze on my fingers get weaker and weaker until she finally began descending from her climax.
I began to slow my pace a little, and released her clit which was now super-sensitive. I widened my entire tongue and placed it gently over her exhausted lips and licked gently, stroking the last few spasms out of her and easing her down from her orgasm.
She licked her lips and swallowed hard as she ran her fingers through the back of my hair.
"Do you have any idea what you just did?"
"Did that feel good," I asked.
"I don't think I've ever cum that many times before. Whatever you did, oh my god."
"I'm glad you liked it baby," I said, and softly began kissing her extra sensitive parts.
I looked up at her and she smiled. "Come here," and she pulled me up on top of her.
My cock had stayed rock hard the entire time. I climbed on top of her and she kissed me hard, tasting herself on me, which turned me on even more. As she pulled me closer, the tip of my cock brushed the outside of her slick opening.
"Mmm, that's what I want," she said with a grin and bit my lip.
She reached down and grabbed me in her whole hand and began to stroke me. I could feel the sensation rocket through my body. She rubbed her pussy and transferred her wetness on to me, stroking me up and down and rubbing my head with her thumb.
"If you keep that up I'm not gonna last long," I said.
"Well then fuck me," she said. "Just fuck me."
She had a look of utter desperation on her face of not just needing, but wanting to be taken. Her expression was serious, her brow furrowed as she placed the head of my cock on her opening and pushed me inside.
She gasped a little, so I went slower.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," she said. I knew it had been a while since she had had someone inside her, and I was a little larger than normal, so I took it slow.
I began to thrust slowly, back and forth, just an inch or two, as she became accustomed to my size. She held my shoulders intently, eyes shut, as she was concentrating on taking me inside her. Slowly I would enter her a little deeper each time, until she reached around and grabbed my hips and shoved me all the way inside her.
"Oh god," she exclaimed. "You feel so good," she gasped.
Immediately she began to fuck me from underneath. I pushed all the way inside of her, all the way to the hilt and began to grind my pubic bone on her clit. That sent off shock waves through her body and she dug her fingers into my back.
"Oh god, keep doing that, that feels so good," she breathed.
She was so tight. I felt her envelop me wholly. Taking me all the way inside her. She was warm, and soft, and sopping wet. I began to pull out slowly and push my way back inside her hot sex. With each new thrust she released a moan and a deep exhale. Jessica pulled her knees up and held them apart so I could explore her deeper. I lifted myself up on my hands and positioned my cock directly above her, pushing myself far into her body.
"Baby can you feel how deep you are," she asked. "You feel so fucking good."
"You feel so good too," I said. I was pouring sweat at this point and beginning to feel my own climax coming on. I slowed down and took a deep breath so the feeling would subside.
"What are you doing? Don't stop," she said.
"Relax, sweetheart. I don't want to cum just yet."
"You can make yourself not cum when you want to?" She looked bewildered. "And how are you still single?"
I just laughed a little and began fucking her again.
My cock was rock hard and it curves up just a little, so it was massaging that special spot of hers with each thrust.
I increased my tempo as I tried to match the rhythm of her hips pulsating back and forth.
"Can you fuck me baby," she asked. "You feel so fucking good. Just fuck me like I'm not even here."
That was all I needed to hear. I began to pump in and out of her, her juices running down my leg. I grinded against her clit each time I entered her.
"Oh god, do you see how wet you've made me? I've never been that wet before. You did that," she said.
I slid my cock in and out, stopping only briefly when I was all the way inside her to make sure I pressed her clit up against me.
"Keep doing that, that right there. I'm going to cum again! I can't believe it, I'm going to cum again," she breathed heavily.
I felt her tighten around my shaft and an immediate increase in her temperature.
"Ohhhhhhh, ohhhhhh, I'm cumming right now." I stayed inside her and began grinding against her clit, pulling my cock out just far enough to rub against her g-spot. I felt a rush of wetness and warmth surround me and wash over my balls.
She moaned for what seemed like a minute or two, digging her fingers deep into my shoulders and pulling me deep inside her.
"I still cumming, oh god I'm still cumming."
She began to back off slowly, and ease her pace, so I matched it. She was exhausted. Her body went limp beneath me as the last waves of ecstasy washed over her flushed body. I slowed my strokes and began to kiss her softly on the lips. I brushed her soaked hair out of her face looked deep into her eyes. She smiled at me and pulled my head closer to hers and kissed me back.
I continued thrusting slowly inside her, almost bringing myself all the way out before sliding back deep inside her. Jessica grabbed the sides of my head and looked me in the eyes.
"Do you know how hard it is for a girl to cum with a guy on top of her?"
"No, I didn't," I said.
"Well, it is very hard. I've never cum before with a guy on top, let alone that hard." She smile slightly and wiped a drop of sweat from my nose.
"Thank you so much," she whispered. "I needed that so bad."
"You're welcome baby, and thank you."
She kissed me deeply and looked at me again.
"Okay, roll over. Now it's your turn." I flipped onto my back and rolled her over on top, still inside her the entire time.
"Impressive maneuver," she giggled.
She began to rock her hips back and forth, sliding me ever so slightly out of her then back in. Jessica rested her hands on my chest and grinded her soaking wet pussy against the base of my cock, filling herself completely with me. She leaned her head back and opened her mouth to breathe. It slid in and out of her so easily I thought I was going to cum right there. I reached up and cupped her breasts in both hands, rubbing her nipples between my fingers until the stood straight out. She let out a soft moan as she began to get more into it.
"Your cock feels so good inside me," she said. "We definitely have to do this more often. I can't believe what I've been missing this whole time."
"No argument here," I said, concentrating on my own orgasm which was building with intensity inside me.
Jessica leaned forward towards my face, still fucking me at a fast pace, and kissed my lips gently.
"Will you do something for me," she asked.
"Anything. What is it?"
She leaned in closer to my ear and whispered, "I want you to cum for me. I want you to cum inside me right now. I want to feel it." And with that, she leaned up, took my tongue in her mouth and began sucking on it seductively.
She raised her hips up, sliding my throbbing cock out of her and then lowered herself back down on me. She raised her self up again, this time tightening her muscles around my shaft before she lifted, and slid me back inside her. I could feel her warmth and wetness all around me. She was using her lips like flower petals to slowly stroke my shaft, up and down, pulling my orgasm out of me and into her.
"Do it baby, cum for me," she whispered again and suck my tongue some more.
Deep inside me I could feel the volts of electricity increasing with each fuck. Up and down she went, sucking my tongue and gripping my cock deep inside her on the way up, releasing it on the way down again, pulling out each and every ounce of energy I had left with her and absorbing it into her own body
"Oh god, I'm gonna cum," I said.
I began thrusting inside her faster and faster. My nerve endings began rapid firing across the synapses that lead to my balls. The current flowed forcefully up through my abdomen and into the base of my shaft.
"Yes baby, cum for me. Come on, cum right now," she whispered again.
I felt the surge rocket up through my cock. It exploded violently inside her with a hard spasm. The immediate transfer of energy was immense. I grunted loudly and gripped her tight ass, pulling her down hard on to me as she sucked me tongue even harder.
"Oh god I can feel it," she exclaimed. "Its' so warm." She began to moan softly with each spasm that throbbed out of me.
"Oh god," I exclaimed. "You feel so fucking good. Don't stop yet."
She continued to kiss me deeply until I began to come down. She brushed my hair with her fingertips and gently kissed my forehead, slowly sliding up and down on cock as the last few jolts left my body. Softly she settled down on top of me and gently rocked her hips back and forth with me still inside her as I came down.
"Wow. That was a lot," she said grinning. "I could feel you cumming inside me. It felt so good."
She slowly lifted herself until I slid out of her and she laid on top of me for a few minutes, both of us still breathing hard.
"That, was amazing," I said, still reeling from my orgasm. "That felt so good, whatever it was you were doing. I've never had that done to me before."
"It's a trade secret," she said.
I pulled her close to me and softly kissed her neck as she lay there. Both of our bodies were spent and soaked. She took my cock in her hand and began playing with it gently as we kissed some more. I hugged her tight and closed my eyes, relishing the moment.
"So you're not mad that I ditched you a few weeks ago?"
She looked up at me wryly. "Yeah, at first I was a little distraught, then I was just pissed at you," she laughed. "But I'm glad we got things straightened out.
"Me too," I said, and kissed her forehead. "I hope makes up for it at least."
She raised her head up to look at me and said, "Oh no, not in the least!"
"What? Why not"
She gave me that wry little look again and said, "Lets just say it's a step in the right direction," and she winked and kissed me hard. Then she pulled back, looked me straight in the eyes and said mischievously, "It's going to take several more of these nights to make it up to me, baby." |
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] | As I was showering, I was thinking about Anna coming. What would I say to her? How would I act? I felt very uncomfortable and I was getting extremely nervous. I finished washing, then shaved. As I was getting dressed, Dawn came in.
"I know your hungry, Daddy, but let's go out for breakfast."
"Great idea, Sweetheart, I am famished."
When I was ready we went to this nice, Mom and Pop restaurant near Dawn's place. After we ordered, we talked about Anna's coming.
Dawn was telling me Anna was going to break up with Ron and was going to look for a teaching job closer to her. It wasn't working, so why suffer.
"She can stay with me till she finds a place. I'm also going to talk to my landlord and if a two bedroom place opens up, we can take it."
"Oh goody!" I said, "more moving."
"I think you've been rewarded pretty good for all your help, Daddy, or don't you think so?"
"Oh no, Honey, I've got no complaints. The fringe benefits have been more then I ever could of dreamed possible."
"Then quit your moaning, it hasn't happened yet."
Anna was suppose to get in around 12:30. "What do you want to do for a few hours, "I asked Dawn.
"Let's go check out the mall, Daddy. I could use some new clothes and lingerie, if your willing to shop with me."
"What the hell, no one knows us here. Let's go shopping and see what we can find."
We went to this huge mall and started looking around. We found a Victoria Secrets and went in looking. Dawn picked out some new lace top thigh highs, new bras, panties and few new nighties. She also picked out a few pairs of v-kini pantyhose and garter pantyhose. Very sexy!
Dawn then bought some very sexy dresses, skirts and blouses. One in particular, she decided to wear home. It was a low cut floral dress that I would also classify as mini. As I would find out for myself, underneath she wore a pair of her new lace thigh highs.
"What do you think, Daddy, do you like?"
"Oh... very much, Sweetheart! You look fabulous!"
"Thankyou Daddy, but before we leave, let's get some lingerie for Anna too. She'll love it."
Dawn picked out the stuff for Anna. It was more or less the same as hers. I was thinking to myself; "How lucky could a guy get to have two beautiful stepdaughters who shared the same love for lingerie as he did." I was hard the whole time we were in this lingerie boutique. Dawn finally noticed my state of arousal and suggested we leave.
We headed back home to see if Anna was there. On the way, I asked Dawn to slide over. When she did I lowered my hand to caress her legs. Not satisfied, I moved it higher till I felt something hard. Dawn was becoming aroused. Moving her thong aside, I wrapped my fingers around her beautiful hard erection. I slowly stroked and teased my daughters cock untill we arrived home. "Oh Daddy, your going to have to pay for getting me so excited."
"I hope so, Honey? I hope so?" When we got in, there was a message from Anna on the answering machine. "Hi Guys, I couldn't get the day off. I'll be heading out after work, about 4:30. I should be in around 9-9:30. Daddy, I know Dawn's told you everything by now, so if your aganist it and don't want me to come, call and leave a message. I will understand. I love you both! Hope to see you soon?
"So what do you think, Daddy? Anna has given you a way out. Are you going to take it?"
"No Honey, I can't do that. I love her to much to let her down and hurt her. Besides, even though I'm nervous, you've got me so excited about fucking Anna that I'm truely looking forward to it."
"Oh, Daddy, I'm so happy to hear you say that. Anna is so excited about comming here to be with us, that I would worry extremely if we let her down. Call and leave her a message about how much your looking forward to seeing her."
As I was trying to leave Anna a message, Dawn was undoing my pants and removing my stiff prick from my thong. As I started to talk, that little slut sucked my cock into her mouth.
"Ohhhhh, Hi Honey, It's Dad. Your sister has told me everything. I was flattered and excited to learn you feel that way towards me. I want you too, Sweetheart. Your sister is a very sexy woman and I'm enjoying her very much, and now I'm looking forward to enjoying you too. She tells me your a Tigress in bed. I'm extremely excited about finding out for myself. Drive safe, Honey. I love you very much. See you soon.
As Dawn continued to suck my cock, I said, "Fuck me, Dawn! I want to feel that cock of your's up my ass. Will you do that for Daddy? Will you fuck his ass untill you come, Honey?"
"If you want your ass fucked, Daddy, I'd love to do it. But first would you do something for me Daddy?"
"Anything, to experience that kind of pleasure, my love."
"Put on a pair of these purple Garter Pantyhose I got for you today, Daddy."
Dawn handed me the pantyhose and I put them on. They felt very nice. There like a garter and stockings all in one.
"You look very sexy, Daddy, especially with that gorgeous hard on of your's sticking straight out. Now get your ass over to the couch, kneel down and bend over it. I'm going to fuck your ass good."
As I did as I was told, Dawn raised her dress, crept up behind me, put a little of her spit in and around my ass and plunged in. The rapid insertion was painful, but I didn't utter a peep. I just waited until her cock was sliding freely before I took my next breath.
"Nothing can compare to the first time you fucked my ass Honey, but each time you do, I'm loving it more and more. Fuck me as hard as you want Dawn. I want to feel every squirt of your cum as it fills my ass. That's it you little slut, fuck your Daddies ass."
I reached underneath between my legs and stroked my own cock, as Dawn continued to ream me out.
Dawn was holding nothing back as she fucked me. You could say I was paying for the teasing I gave her, but I looked at it as being rewarded. As my daughter continued her assult on my ass, she soon gave me a warning. "I hope your ass is ready for me Daddy, because my cock is about ready to blow."
"Give it to me Sweetheart, I want it all. Shoot your load deep into my ass. Fuck me hard baby. Fuck Daddy hard.."
"I'ts time, Daddy, I'm going to cum!"
I could feel Dawn's cock swell just before the first stream of cum warmed my ass. "That's it baby, cum in Daddies ass."
Dawn's cock was way up my ass as the first stream of her cum blew out of her piss hole.
"Ohhhhh... , Daddy, it feels so good to cum in your ass. What am I going to do when you have to leave? Ohhhhh... , yea Daddy, Ohhhhh... , take my cum."
Dawn kept it up till the last drop of her cum slipped into my ass. Then she pulled out and fell onto her back, drained.
I turned around and knelt over her as I continued to jack off. Seeing this, Dawn said, "I'm sorry Daddy, let me help you." "That's o'k Honey, just lift your dress up more so I can cum all over you."
Dawn pulled her dress up just as I started to moan and spew my cum in thick spurts onto her belly and over her soft cock. I then layed on top of my daughter and rubbed my cum around both of our bodies. It was a very good ending to a stimulating morning. I kissed her lips, her eyes, her ears and finally her breasts. "Don't worry, Honey, I'm not going anywhere just yet, besides, you will meet someone to treat you right. If not right away, don't forget, Anna's going to move in and you can always come home to visit more often. Mom and Dad would like that."
"Especially my Daddy!" Dawn offered.
"Especially your Daddy, " I said. "We would always be able to find time to make love and to satisfy our wanton needs."
"Oh, Daddy, I love you so much. I wish you could stay here with me. I wish we lived closer together, so we could fuck whenever the mood suited us."
"That's not possible Sweetheart and you know it, but maybe someday when your done with school, who knows. In the mean time, Sweetie I'll fuck you every chance I get."
"Would you fuck me in Mama's bed, Daddy?"
"Even in Mama's bed, Sweetheart. I'd fuck you anywhere."
Dawn then gave me a very stimulating kiss. "Thankyou, Daddy, I feel very secure and loved now.
Dawn went to the bathroom to wash up. When she came out, she said, "We need to shave your legs, Daddy. You'll look and feel so much better in those stockings then. O'kay?"
"I won't argue with you Dawn. You've given me so much pleasure, how could I refuse."
"It's only just begun, Daddy. Your sex life as you knew it is over. Anna and I will see to that, now go shave. When your done, I'll rub the cream in myself, so you don't itch. If that's alright with you?"
"Why would I argue with that offer?" Then as I was entering the bathroom I added, "I'd have to be nuts."
When I came out, Dawn was true to her word and did a very sensual job rubbing in the lotion. In fact she gave me a full body rub. Very stimulating. She creamed every inch of me. When she finished, it was about 4:30 and we decided to take a nap. As we layed on the bed, I wrapped my arm around Dawn and pulled her close to me. Just as we were dosing off, the phone rang. I answered. It was Anna.
"Hi! Daddy. I got so wet between my legs listening to your message that I had to change my undies."
"It's o'k! Honey. Dawn and I bought you some very sexy lingerie today, so you'll have plenty to wear."
I'm so anxious to get there, Daddy. I want you so much. I can't wait to feel your cock inside me and to taste you. Do you like to eat pussy, Daddy?"
"I'll show you how much when you get here, Honey"
"O'kay, Daddy, I'm leaving now. See you both soon. Love you!"
"Drive safe Anna. Love you too!" I hung up and we soon drifted into dreamland.
It was 8:30 when the alarm woke us and we hit the shower together. We took turns soaping each other, paying special attention to excite as well as clean. Then we fixed a quick bite to eat and got ready for Anna's arrival.
Dawn went into the bedroom to dress. She came out wearing her red Garter Pantyhose and bra under her new nightgown. How does this excite you, Daddy?"
"I't does Dawn, very much. In fact, my cock is getting so hard, so fast, seeing you in it, I couldn't blush now, even if I wanted too."
"Oh, Daddy, you always say the right thing at the right time. You sure know how to make me feel good."
"And you know how to get me hard, Sweetheart."
Just then the phone rang. It was Anna. She was about 20 miles outside of town on 94 and had a flat tire. Could we help?
"Were on our way, " Dawn told her and we were out the door.
It didn't take us long to find her and as we were walking to the car, Anna ran to me. As we embraced, Anna kissed me with a passion I never experienced before. We stayed in each others arms, hugging and kissing for what seemed like an eternity, but in fact, was only mere minutes.
"Oh Daddy, it's so good to see you. I've been dreaming of this moment for quite awhile now."
Anna then wrapped her arms around my neck again, giving me a very stimulating French kiss. Her sexy petite body that she was pressing tightly aganist me, soon felt how happy I was to see and feel her.
As one of Anna's hands dropped to feel the bulge she felt pressing into her, she exclaimed with a girlish excitement! "Daddy, you are happy to see me, aren't you?"
"God yes Honey! Just seeing and feeling you has got me extremely excited."
"Then we better get this tire fixed."
As I worked changing tires, Anna and Dawn chatted. Then Dawn said she was heading home. Anna would stay with me in case I needed help.
Dawn gave us both hugs and kisses saying, "See you two later. Love you."
We both answered, "love you too!"
I finished changing tires and we got in and headed for Dawn's place. Anna quickly slid over and snuggled up to me. She was content for now, as we talked.
We talked about Dawn and how I felt when I found out she was a Shemale. I told Anna I was extremely surprised beyond words, but not disappointed. In fact I told her, it got me extremely excited. Then I told her the details of that trip home in the u-haul when I first found out. Anna was getting aroused. She started rubbing my hard on through my pants.
All to soon we were at Dawn's place. As I lugged Anna's bags upstairs, she mentioned that Dawn was spending the night at a friends, so we could be alone tonight.
"Do you think thats a good idea Daddy?"
"I think it's a very good idea Anna. This way I get you all to myself tonight."
"I agree too, Daddy."
We entered the apartment and I set Anna's stuff in the spare bedroom. When I turned around, I noticed Anna had found the pile of boxes containing the lingerie that Dawn and I had gotten for her. As she was ripping them open and admiring the contents, I crept up behind her and wrapped my arms around her. My hands sought out her breasts, as my lips kissed and sucked her neck. My crotch nestled into the crack of Anna's ass and my hard cock let her know I was extremely aroused.
Anna moaned at the attention she was receiving and wiggled her ass to let me know she wanted whatever I was giving.
I moved my hands under her sweater and felt her two glorious orbs that were encased in a very sexy feeling bra. Anna had a great set of tits. I needed to see them, so I gently removed her sweater. Her tits strained to be free from there confinement, but they looked so fucking hot in the sexy black lace bra Anna had on, that they would have to wait awhile. I caressed those twin beauties and gently pinched her aroused nipples.
"Ohhhh... Daddy, your fingers feel so... good on my titties. Feel my pussy now Daddy."
I then lowered my hands and unsnapped her pants. After I unzipped them, I slid them down over her shapely hips. Her nylon panties matched her bra. When the pants hit the floor, Anna stepped out of them. I moved my fingers so I could caress her pussy through her panties. Her panties were soaked.
"I'm so... excited Daddy. I haven't been fucked in quite awhile. I need you bad. I need you to fuck me, Daddy."
I picked Anna up and laid her down on the edge of the bed. I knelt down and buried my face between her legs, licking her pussy through her sex drenched panties. Not being able to hold back any longer, I removed her panties. When I seen that beautiful hairless pink pussy, I thought my cock would burst.
I then continued to lick and suck her sopping pussy. Anna wrapped her legs around my neck as my tongue found her waiting clit.
"Oh.... Daddy, you do know how to eat pussy. Oh... Yea... suck my clit, Daddy. Suck it. Oh... fuck, Daddy! That feels so good."
As I sucked on and licked my Daughters clit, her body was writhing with pleasure. Soon she was humping my tongue as the onset of her orgasm started.
"I'm coming Daddy. Oh... fuck, I'm coming."
Anna grabbed my head and held it tight to her pussy. My hands found her breasts and as I caressed them, she was screaming for me to fuck her pussy with my tongue.
I sucked her clit into my mouth and as my lips held on, my tongue massaged it. This drove Anna over the edge and as the strongest of her spasms hit, she nearly broke my neck. As she started to relax, the second of her orgasms hit. Once again Anna's legs tightened there grip as she fucked my tongue.
"Daddy, Oh... Daddy, you gave me multiple orgasms. The second was milder, but still felt so... fucking good. That's the first time I ever got off with a man. You were so good, Daddy. My clit felt so good in your mouth. Now I need to be fucked, Daddy. I need to feel that hard cock of your's inside my cunt."
I quickly jumped up and removed my shirt. Then I got rid of my pants and socks.
"I love your panties Daddy. Your hard cock looks so inviting pressing aganist them."
I had forgot I put on a pair of Dawn's used panties. I then pulled the front of the panties down, so my cock and balls hung out.
"That's what I want Daddy. I want that beautiful hard cock of your's buried inside my pussy, fucking me like crazy."
I crawled onto the bed with Anna and as I did she grabbed and felt my throbbing cock for the first time. "Careful Honey, It's loaded and could go off at anytime." "Can I lick it a little, before you shove it into my cunt, Daddy." " You can do anything you want to, Honey." I was straddling Anna's chest as she licked the pre cum from my cock. What Anna was doing felt good, but we both needed to be fucked.
I rolled over onto my back. Anna brought that beautiful bald pussy of hers down onto my waiting hard on. What a sexy sight it was as my cock spilt her cunt lips open, we were both moaning.
I reached behind Anna and unsnapped her bra. After I removed it, I sucked both nipples into my mouth, giving each there due attention.
"Fuck Daddy, your cock feels so... good. It's so big and hard. Oh... I can't wait till you shoot your cum into me, Daddy."
"Are you sure that's safe Honey?"
"Oh yes Daddy. I'm on the pill. Even if I wasn't, do you think you could actually pull out of my hot cunt as your starting to explode?"
"No Honey, I don't. Your cunt is so tight. It's like fucking Dawn's ass."
"I didn't think so. Now let me fuck you Daddy."
Anna was really fucking me now. She was sliding that hot pussy of her's up and down on my shaft at a furious pace. Her tits were firm, but even they were bouncing. My hands moved up to steady, but also to caress them.
Anna then started questioning me about Dawn. "Did you enjoy fucking Dawn's ass, Daddy?"
"Oh... fuck yea Anna. Her ass was tight, just like your young cunt lips. When I blew my cum into her ass, I thought I was in heaven."
"Did she suck your cock, Daddy?"
"Yes Anna, your sister sucked my cock. She even jacked me off a few times. Dawn loves the taste of cum and is always eager to suck and swallow it."
"Have you sucked Dawn off yet, Daddy?"
"Oh... have I! Dawn's cock is beautiful. I get so excited and turned on when I see it. The feel of it in my mouth drives me wild. The same feeling I had when I had your clit between my lips. Oh... Honey, when Dawn first shot her load of cum into my mouth, I knew I would want more. I loved the warm creaminess of it, along with it's taste and scent."
"Oh, Daddy, come on top of me now. I want you to fuck me, Daddy. I want to feel your hard cock as it slides in and out of your little girl's wet pussy." As we changed positions, Anna continued to excite me physically as well as verbaly. I loved her dirty mouth. "Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me hard. Oh... make me cum, Daddy. Cum with me. Fill my pussy up with your hot seed, Daddy. Harder, Daddy. Fuck me harder."
"Oh... Anna, I can't hold back much longer."
"Don't you dare hold back, Daddy. I want you. I want to feel your cum explode into me. Now fuck me, Daddy."
"O'k Honey." I gave up trying to prolong my orgasm and pounded my Daughters cunt, truely enjoying every thrust.
"You asked for it Honey, now your going to get it. Oh... Anna, I'm going to cum." My cock swelled just before it erupted into Anna's steaming cunt.
"Oh... that's it Daddy. I'm cumming too. Fuck me, Daddy, Fuck me. I can feel you, Daddy. I can feel your sperm inside me. It's so warm. Oh... fill me Daddy. Oh....!"
I kept fucking Anna, even as she drained the last of my cum from my now softening cock. She in turn had another double orgasm. When my cock was to soft to stay in, I rolled over and pulled Anna to me.
I told her how much I loved her and how great she made me feel. I asked her if she had any regrets. She answered, "No". We held each other for awhile, then decided to get cleaned up. We were both starving. There would be more pleasure later.
We were so wrapped up in our pleasure, neither one of us had heard Dawn come in. When we came out of the bedroom, she was in the kitchen getting pizza ready for us. Anna had thrown on her new robe, but I still had on Dawn's panties.
Anna said, "Hi, " to her sister, then went in to take a shower.
Dawn had on one of her new robes and I was hoping she was wearing what she modeled for me earlier. I came up behind her, wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to me. "Hi Honey, I'm glad you came home. Been here long?"
"Long enough to hear you did a great job pleasing Anna. You sure had her singing, Daddy."
As I was talking to Dawn, I untied her robe and moved my hands inside to play with her tits. I was estatic, she was wearing her new lingerie. "Anna needed to be fucked bad, Honey. She was in heat!"
I was telling Dawn how tight her sisters pussy was, when I lowered my hands to see if she was getting aroused. Oh boy! Was she. Her cock was just straining aganist her thong. I spun us around so my back was aganist the cabinet for support and started to caress her massive hard on. When Dawn started moaning, I slid her thong aside and started to slide my hand up and down her shaft.
With her eyes closed, my Daughter was showing me her approval at the attention I was showing her aching cock by making erotic animalistic sounds. I was getting hard just hearing these sounds.
I continued to masturbate my Daughter, as my free hand caressed her hard nipples and my lips were kissing her neck and ears.
Dawn was to into her feelings and didn't notice or hear her sister approach. Anna knelt down in front of Dawn and as I released her cock, Anna wrapped her lips around it and continued the pleasure.
Dawn looked down. "Oh... Sis, you surprised me, but don't stop. Keep sucking me. Oh....."
As Anna increased the sucking and licking of Dawn's cock head and piss hole, I again resumed jacking her off. Dawn was close to cumming and Anna's warm mouth was ready for the reward.
Dawn's cock was twitching now, so I let go and Anna took her deep into her mouth again, just as Dawn's cock spit out the first wave of it's nectar.
Dawn was filling her sisters mouth with cum and Anna was swallowing it all. No left overs for Dad.
Dawn couldn't talk. With our lips pressed together and our tongues caressing each other, all she could do was moan. Those erotic moans she was making however, let us know we did her good.
Anna continued to suck, until Dawn's cock was dry. When she let go, she moved up and gave Dawn and I a very wet cum tasting kiss. Very arousing.
It was then I noticed Anna was wearing some of her new lingerie. She had put on this very sexy purple laced bra, along with matching garter and stockings. No panties. The purple really made her blonde hair and blue eyes stand out. I had two very sexy daughters.
Dawn asked, "Where's your panthose Daddy? I bet Anna would love to see and feel you in them. Wouldn't you Anna?"
"Oh yes, that be such a turn on. Put them on for me Daddy. Please...!"
How could I resist. I went in to put them on, along with my purple thong and when I came out, the girls were on the couch waiting.
Anna in purple, like me and Dawn in red. My cock was straining at the thong holding it in. The girls were whistling and telling me how sexy I looked in my lingerie. To be honest, I did feel good wearing it.
Dawn moved over so I could sit between them. Anna brought her lips to mine and was the first to give me a very hot stimulating kiss. Dawn slid down and was sucking and nipping at my nipples, as her hand rubbed my legs. Anna's hand was also caressing my legs.
The girls traded positions and it was Dawn's turn to play tongue tag with me. As we were kissing passionately, both girls had moved my thong aside and were playing with my hard cock. I felt Anna's tongue as it licked it's way all over my swollen member. Finishing her kiss and not wanting to be left out, Dawn slid down to join her sister. Both girls were now loving my throbbing penis.
"How's this feel Daddy, to have your two daughters sucking your prick at the same time?"
"If there were words I could use to describe the feeling, I would. The pleasure you girls are inflicting on me will only be evident in my moans and eventually, my ejaculation.
Dawn slid back up and after she kissed me she said, "Daddy I know what would really excite you into a powerful orgasm."
"What's that Honey?"
"If I could fuck your ass while Anna continues to suck your cock?"
"Oh... yes please Honey. I would love that."
Dawn took off my thong, knelt on the floor and after rubbing on some saliva put her now erect dick to my ass and slid in. There was no pain, only extreme pleasure.
Let me quickly recap this for you, because it seems hard for even me to believe. Here I am on the couch in my stepdaughter Dawn's apartment wearing a pair of purple garter pantyhose, getting fucked in the ass by her, because she is a foxy shemale. She in turn is wearing a red lace bra with matching garter pantyhose. At the same time, my other stepdaughter Anna, dressed in a purple laced bra and matching garter and stockings is stroking and sucking my cock. If it's a dream, I hope I never awaken.
Dawn was fucking my ass hard now. Her balls were slapping my ass as she slid her cock in and out. I knew she was close to shooting her cum into my ass. I too was close to coming.
While all this was going on, my fingers were getting Anna off too. I was finger fucking her pussy good. We were all moaning. I know sex partners can have simultaneous orgasms, but three at once. We must be doing something right.
As Dawn was erupting in my ass, Anna was moaning, as she too was in the midst of a powerful orgasm. The feel of Dawn's hot cum in my ass, soon had me spurting my seed into Anna's waiting mouth. The noise level was so high, that even if there was knocking on the walls, we wouldn't have heard it. As all three of us were coming down from our sexual high, I quickly moved so I could lick up Anna's juices. Dawn finished coating the inside of my now wet ass with the last of her sperm and Anna just layed back and enjoyed my licking, while she savored the drink she just received.
When all was done, we got cleaned up and all three of us crawled into Dawn's queen size bed for some much needed rest. After all it was only early Saturday and we still had two days of pure pleasure ahead.
My life with my daughters still goes on. We still enjoy each other sexually whenever we can. And yes, I did get to fuck both of them in their Mothers bed. That was an extreme erotic feeling that I will tell you about sometime.
Got to go now, I hear the girls coming home for Christmas break. |
Step By Step Ch. 04 | 40,376 | 4.69 | 527,402 | [
"spanking",
"lesbian spanking",
"lesbian romance"
] | The curtains, too thin to be fully effective, gave the room a warm yellow light as the early morning sunlight made them glow. It took Helen a moment or two to remember where she was but, there, right next to her, was Sam, still sleeping soundly. She cast her mind back to the previous night when, time and time again, she and Sam had explored each others bodies, finding new ways to touch, new ways to feel, new ways to share. She felt an overwhelming desire just to fling the curtains and windows wide and shout, to tell the whole world just how good it had been.
This joy, however, was brought up short by the thought of what would happen were she to actually do that. She knew only too well how some people felt, even in these modern liberated times; how she would never be able to face her parents or her preacher were she to admit what she had just done. And with that thought back came all the doubts, all the uncertainties, but, if this was wrong then Sam was wrong, Sam who had shown nothing but care and concern, sympathy and understanding. All her old beliefs had been shaken to the core, the rights and wrongs turned upside down. She could hear the preacher's words in her head and they sounded like a diatribe of a hateful old man whereas Sam, sweet Sam, was just the opposite. She snuggled back down under the covers and lay still, watching her new found lover sleep.
Helen must have drifted off again because the next thing she knew was being woken by a kiss from Sam.
"Good morning, sleepyhead. Did you sleep well?" Sam asked.
"Like a log." Helen replied contentedly cuddling up to Sam and returning the kiss.
"Good because it's time to start his morning's lesson. I'll have breakfast in bed, tea and toast. You can make some for yourself as well if you want. Off you go."
"Ok." Helen slipped out of bed, grabbed Sam's dressing gown from behind the door and went down to the kitchen. It didn't take long before she had a tray all laden with teapot, cups, milk, toast and butter and was returning upstairs to the bedroom. She pushed the door open went in and put the tray down on the dressing table. Sam, who was now sitting up in bed, smiled sweetly at her.
"My, oh, my. We have got a lot to learn, haven't we?" Sam said sweetly. "Let's see if we can work out all the things you got wrong."
"Wrong?" Helen echoed.
"Oh, yes," Sam continued. "I seem to recall that last night we agreed that you needed training, that I'm the teacher, and you're the pupil. Do you remember?"
"Yes, I remember," Helen replied anxiously.
"Yes, what?" Sam demanded.
"Yes...err... Miss," Helen returned after some thought.
"That's better, but you've failed to address me properly several times already this morning and that alone deserves a good spanking. And you can add to that wearing my dressing gown without my express permission and failing to curtsey. All in all I reckon twelve smacks ought to do the trick." Sam seemed amused by the prospect.
"Twelve smacks, Miss?" Helen wasn't at all sure about this.
"Yes, and it will be more if you don't get that dressing gown off right now." Sam snapped.
Helen quickly took off the dressing gown and hung it up on its hook on the back of the door. Then she turned back towards the bed and gave a nervous bob in an attempt at a curtsey.
"That's better. Now, pass me my tea and toast before it gets cold and come over here and stand next to the bed."
Helen handed Sam her breakfast, adding another attempt at a curtsey for good measure. Sam told Helen to stay standing beside the bed; idly she brushed her fingers through Helen's pubic hair commenting on how bushy it was, how it needed a good trim. She chided Helen for slouching, telling her to stand up straight with her arms clasped behind her back and her feet slightly apart. Being stood like this, with the semi-formal pose, the enforced silence whilst being critically examined and found wanting was horribly reminiscent of her school days, of being called before the headmistress and this was reinforced by the knowledge that she was awaiting chastisement. Was it this, or Sam's busy fingers that was turning her on, making her so hot and bothered?
Whilst Sam was drinking her tea and eating her toast with one hand her other still played idly at Helen's groin, gently teasing open her labia and probing within. For Helen this casual familiarity, having someone touching her in the most intimate way possible with no control, no way of stopping them, was striking a chord deep within her. The very way she was stood, stark naked, the position of her arms thrusting out her breasts, her open legs emphasising the availability of her sex, ran counter to every shred of modesty within her and she had to fight an overwhelming desire to cover herself but, as she was under orders, she was forced to stand like this and the threat of further spanking were she to refuse was somehow adding to the thrill, It wasn't just the fact that Sam was undoubtedly skilled with her fingers that was turning her on, it was as much about the fact her fingers were there in the first place. Whichever, not being made of stone, she couldn't help but respond and, somewhat against her better judgement, she found herself pushing her hips forward.
"It looks like someone's getting turned on," Sam commented lightly. "Do you like this? Do you like me playing with you?"
"Yes, Miss," Helen admitted in little more than a whisper.
"Do you want me to continue?" Sam asked.
"Yes, yes please, Miss."
"In which case I think you ought to play with your nipples. I shouldn't have to do all the work." Sam's forefinger, sliding smoothly through the increasingly lubricated folds of Helen's vagina was concentrating more and more on the area around the clitoris, making delicious little circular motions.
Helen reluctantly brought her hands up in front of her and cupped her breasts. This was far more difficult; it's one thing to submit to the ministrations of a captor, it's another to actively participate. This went hard against everything that she had been taught as a girl; touching yourself for sexual gratification was so wrong...
"Come along." Sam reproached. "Do it properly and stop hiding your breasts. I want to watch."
Their eyes locked and, as if mesmerised by Sam, Helen moved her hands so that her nipples were grasped between the tips of her thumbs and index fingers. The tension within her, the stark contrast between the shame at acting so brazenly and the delicious feelings it was engendering, was pushing Helen rapidly towards a climax; she could feel her legs shaking, her heart pounding; she was getting short of breath...
"Ok, that's enough. Stop now," Sam said briskly.
"Please... I..." Helen stuttered.
"Get those hands off your tits and behind your back -- now!" Sam barked. Helen hurried to obey.
"Right, I think it's about time we got on with your spanking." Sam slipped out of bed, went over to her dressing table and sat down on the chair in front of it. "Come along now, over my knee."
It was a bit awkward in the crowded bedroom but Helen wasn't going to back out now and, guided by Sam, she lay down across her lap. As Sam arranged her to her own satisfaction, taking her wrist and clamping it in the small of her back, Helen was finding that the line between reality and fantasy was getting blurred. Part of her, most of her, knew she was a grown woman, that this was some sort of sex game that Sam had initiated. However a growing part of her had reverted to childhood; she was that naughty little girl powerless at the hands of her teacher. She could feel Sam's hand rearranging her, getting her settled and, in her mind, it was as if her skirt was being lifted, her panties pulled down. Her face burned with embarrassment, the embarrassment of being exposed, of being in the undignified position due to the penitent. All this added to the confusion of emotions that roiled within her, she was both scared and excited, she wanted to stop, this had gone far too far, but, for all her fears, she knew she needed to feel the punishment; she'd been a naughty girl and only a well smacked bottom could provide redemption.
She felt Sam lean forward, taking something off the dressing table and then, without any warning, the firm thwapp as the first blow landed across her buttocks. Sam wasn't pulling her punches and the shock of the pain made Helen jerk and only the firm grip of Sam's hand around her wrist stopped her from falling. However she had hardly registered this before the second blow fell, and the third, and the fourth.
As Helen bucked and writhed across Sam's lap she was so deep into her role that she never once thought of protesting. The pain was sharp, intense, not unbearable but enough to make her tears fell freely as she begged for forgiveness and promised she'd be good in future. But these were the tears of a child, a little girl across her teacher's lap and she never expected her entreaties to be heard, let alone acted upon.
At last it was over and, for a moment or two, neither woman moved, Helen was still crying and trying to get her breath back and Sam just held her, allowing her to recover. Then Sam, released Helen's wrist, reached forward again and Helen felt a soothing coolness as Sam eased some sort of cream across Helen's battered flesh.
"And is my little girl sorry?" Sam enquired. "Has she learnt her lesson?"
"Yes, Miss. Thank you, Miss." Helen replied. The cool cream felt so soothing against the fire that was her buttocks and Sam was applying it liberally, spreading it far beyond the directly affected area. Helen felt Sam's hand easing between her thighs and, without thinking about it, opened herself up further, making herself more available. She could feel Sam's fingers getting closer and closer, she hadn't realised just how aroused she was, it was as if one touch would push her over the edge. She flexed her body, offering herself up, hoping, praying that Sam's fingers would go just that little bit further, surely she understood how much she needed it. She could feel the soft touch along the line of her labia, opening her up. Just one touch, that's all she needed, just one touch on her throbbing clitoris...
"Right then." Sam was suddenly all businesslike. "I think it's time we both took a shower."
Helen was flabbergasted. How could Sam leave her like this, right on the edge, so close to her release? She let out a groan and wiggled her buttocks as if to offer herself.
"Come along now, punishment's over, what do you say?" Sam gently eased Helen off her lap so that she was kneeling on the floor in front of her.
"Thank you, thank you, Miss," Helen said laying her head on Sam's lap. She could smell the sweet smell of Sam's arousal; she wasn't the only one to be close to the edge. She kissed Sam's thigh, maybe she could persuade her...
"No time for that." Sam was blunt, matter of fact. "Come along now. We both need a shower; the hot water tank isn't big enough for two we'll have to share."
Sam stood up and headed for the door. Exasperated, Helen cold only follow, wondering if Sam's hot water tank really was that small or whether it was just an excuse for more contact. Whichever, she was still the pupil in this relationship and she had to follow.
When they got to the bathroom Sam looked in the medicine cabinet and produced an electric razor with a selection hair trimming attachments. Helen had little choice but to stand there as Sam selected the shortest clipping length and, in no time, had Helen's pubic bush trimmed to a light fuzz. She then handed the razor to Helen
"Here, you tidy up a bit, trim round the edges; I'll sort out the shower." Whilst Sam fiddled with the taps, getting the right temperature, Helen sat on the edge of the bath and used the razor to get to the bits Sam had either missed or couldn't reach easily. She had to hurry as, in no time, Sam had sorted out the right temperature and was urging her into the shower. Inside the cubical it was rather cramped and it was only practical that the two women should wash each other. Here the Mistress/pupil role was gone; it was simply two women sharing the pleasure of the hot water cascading over them. When Sam got to washing Helen's newly shaven pubic mound the touch of the soap on the fuzz that was left was a delicious tingle and Helen felt her arousal, never far suppressed, building up once again. To her dismay she couldn't stop herself, opening up, pushing her groin forward, putting her arm around Sam's shoulders and pulling them together, riding Sam's hand, acting like the worst sort of brazen hussy.
"You like that, don't you, you little slut?" Sam teased.
"Ooh, yes please, Miss." Helen replied breathlessly.
"Well, there isn't time now, you'll have to wait. Come along, my back needs washing."
Their shower over, they returned to the bedroom and Helen realised that she hadn't any clothes to wear. Her underwear was OK, if a bit manky, but her dress... She picked it up off the floor and looked at the tattered remnants. How could she have been so carried away, the tear was right across the bodice, it was only fit for rags now.
"Sam," she said tentatively. "I need to nip next door to fetch something to wear. I can't wear this and I need some clean undies."
"Oh, no you don't. I've got plans for you." Sam replied with a laugh. "We're going shopping, we're going to get you a new dress, something a bit sexier than those dowdy things you normally wear and, as for undies; I don't think you need bother today. Here," She rummaged about in a drawer and produced a tracksuit. "You can wear this until we get you sorted."
"But, Sam..." Helen protested.
"But nothing," Sam replied curtly. "You'll do as you're told or you'll get another spanking, is that understood."
"Yes, Miss," Helen said meekly as she took the tracksuit and started to put it on. It was somehow deeply disturbing to be without a bra or panties. Sure, in purely practical terms they made little difference; she didn't need panties under the tracksuit and she was realistic enough about the size of her breasts to acknowledge that she didn't really need a bra either but it wasn't the practicalities which disturbed her; there was something much deeper, something that made it feel as if she were going out naked, that anyone who saw her would know. She knew this was ridiculous but she couldn't shake the feeling. She grabbed a quick bite of toast and a lukewarm cup of tea before reaching for the hairdryer to sort out her still damp hair. Meanwhile Sam had got dressed in jeans and a tee shirt and they were nearly ready to go when she reached for her mobile and pressed a speed dial number.
"Hi, Bernard," she said once the connection was made. "Do you remember that favour you owe me? Well, I'm calling it in. I need a haircut, this morning, yeah, I know it's a Saturday but, come on, you really owe me."
Helen could hear Bernard's protests but, once Sam was on a roll, she was unstoppable and they ended up with an appointment for eleven thirty. Once this was sorted they headed out for the town centre.
Helen couldn't help but be concerned. She had a few pounds left in her purse but, truth be told, finances were a bit of a problem that month. Some unexpected bills had come in including an outstanding debt that Rob had accrued but which had been in joint names. It was part of the ongoing injustice that she was finding she was liable for all sorts of things which she had never dreamed would come back to haunt her. The net result was that shopping was not high on her agenda. Sam, however, was as unstoppable as ever and, hand in hand, they headed for the market.
When they got there Helen was aghast at what Sam was looking at. Helen's tastes were conservative, it didn't do to dress up like a floozy, nice girls didn't dress provocatively, all the maxims from her childhood had steered her towards the more conventional end of the range. She certainly had never considered buying clothes from the market, that was 'low' and 'not done'. However, that was exactly where Sam was taking her and, before she knew it, Sam was holding up dress after dress, measuring them against her. She finally plumped on a halter neck sun dress in primrose yellow. The market stall had an area cordoned off with tarpaulins to act as a changing room and Sam hustled Helen inside to try it on. Helen was horrified; she would have to take off her tracksuit to try on the dress and she had nothing on underneath. However her protests were brushed aside by Sam; Helen was fast learning that when Sam set her mind to something then nothing was going to stop her. Once she had got the dress on things weren't much better; the day was plenty warm enough but, even with panties on, she would never have dreamt of going out in public dressed like this; round the pool or in the privacy of her back garden, maybe, but out on the street, never! However, before she could say or do anything Sam had bundled up the tracksuit and left the changing area. Helen could hear her through the tarpaulin paying for the dress and asking for a bag for the track suit. Once again she looked in the full length mirror in the makeshift dressing room. Maybe it wasn't too bad; the hemline was mid thigh so, as long as she didn't bend over it shouldn't be too risqué, the dress was meant to be worn without a bra after all, and, well, she didn't have any choice did she?
Once she was back outside she couldn't stop thinking about her lack of panties. There was a slight breeze and she could feel the dress moving as she walked. She felt as if the slightest misstep would have the dress around her waist, that the whole world, or at least all those visiting the market on this busy Saturday, would see just how she was dressed, just what a trollop she was. She crossed her arms in front of her, subconsciously trying to cover her breasts but Sam insisted that she carry the shopping bag and took her other hand so she could do nothing to protect her modesty.
When they got to the hair salon Helen immediately knew which one was Bernard. He was dressed in a bright floral shirt and tight leather pants and he wore an ornate necklace which sparkled in the sunlight which filtered through the shop window. She had seldom, if ever, seen such an openly 'out' gay man. He minced across the salon and greeted Sam with a kiss on each cheek.
"Sam, sweetie, super to see you. Your hair looks fine, I only did the other day. What's so urgent that I have to do it again on a busy Saturday," he asked.
Sam grabbed Helen by the arm and pulled her forward.
"This, this is urgent. It's not me that needs a hairdo, it's my friend Helen here who needs bringing into the twenty first century. Something a lot shorter, not too lezzy but... Well, you know what I mean."
Bernard went over to Helen and played around with her hair.
"Yeah, I can fix this," he said after a while. "Why don't you go next door to the café, leave girlfriend and I to sort it out."
"No way, I want to stay and watch," Sam insisted.
"An artist cannot work whilst critics are watching. If you stay then there's no haircut." Bernard was suddenly her equal.
For a moment the two protagonists just stared at each other before, reluctantly, Sam left and Helen and Bernard went over to the chairs.
"Look, Helen," Bernard said once she was settled. "Are you sure you want this. I know what Sam is like; I know it can be difficult to say no to her. Is this what you want or what Sam wants."
Helen sighed with relief. Sam had pushed her from pillar to post, never giving her the chance to say 'no' and now Bernard was offering her a way out. Now she understood why Bernard had insisted that Sam go next door, so that they could have this chat; he obviously did know Sam well. But that left the question, did she want the cut or not?
"I don't know, Bernard, I really don't. What do you think? Will shorter hair suit me?"
"Girlfriend, if short is what you want then when I've finished with you you'll look fabulous. You've got great hair and it really does need more styling than this. I promise I won't let you down. Now, do you trust me?"
"Yes, yes I do trust you, and yes, I do want a new style. Bernard, I'm in your hands." With a sense of having crossed a Rubicon Helen lay back and let Bernard get to work.
"So, are you and Sam an item then?" Bernard asked as his scissors clipped away.
"Err... I guess so," Helen replied.
"You guess so? You don't sound very sure."
"It's just, I'm a bit new to all this, I've never been..." Helen said uncertainly.
"You've never been in a same sex relationship before? Hey, I can relate to that, we all can. Have you told anyone yet?"
"No, you're the first to know. Well, we met some friends down at the pub the other night and they might have guessed but, we hadn't exactly... Well, you're the first to know officially, as it were."
"Ooh, I'm honoured. Tell me all, all the goss; how did you two meet?"
As they chatted away Helen found that Bernard was really nice, really understanding and, behind a friendly and open demeanour, fiercely protective of his friends. Just a short while back Helen would have run a mile from anyone so openly gay and some of the preconceptions she had had previously now made her cringe with embarrassment. She was really glad to get to know Bernard and hoped that he would become part of their social circle. She was so deep in conversation that she hardly noticed as clump after clump of hair fell to the floor around her. Eventually Bernard declared himself satisfied and Helen looked at herself in the mirror.
A complete stranger stared back, this strange woman looked younger, more confident, stronger. The style was very short but still very feminine; she looked like something out of a magazine. Surely a simple haircut couldn't make that much difference but this was unbelievable.
"Wow! Bernard! You're fantastic!" Helen exclaimed. "I never knew I could look like this."
"I gather you like it then," Bernard replied.
"Oh, yes. Thank you, thank you so much." Helen jumped up out of the chair and kissed Bernard on the cheek.
"You're more than welcome. Now, remember what I said about Sam. She thinks she's a tough cookie, she looks like a tough cookie, but there's a little girl in there that needs love. Make her happy, she deserves it, and you'll never find a better friend." Bernard ruffled his fingers through the her hair. "Now, run along, she's waiting for you in the café next door." |
Stevie's Journey | 28,210 | 4.67 | 2,192,055 | [
"forced fem",
"gay sex",
"humiliation",
"fetish"
] | I remember being so excited landing a position as a legal assistant at such a good law firm. My boss Mike Maddox seemed to be a great guy and I was looking forward to learning from him. I never imagined what it would be that I would learn from him. This job has changed so much and I can't even decide if I regret what has happened or if it was where my life was destined to lead.
My name is Steve. I'm 23, 5'8" and 140 pounds with longish brown hair and blue eyes. I work out three times a week at the local health club not really to get muscular but to stay firm and slender. I have to admit I'm not the most macho kind of guy but usually had a steady girl living with me or at least seeing a lot of each other. Right now I'm rather involved with this girl that is a waitress at a bar I go to. She is not a ten but is quite attractive and likes to get it on in the bedroom. What more can a guy want?
At first work was going great. I didn't have a lot of interaction with my boss but at least a couple times a day he would call me in to get him some information or some other task. If you have ever seen pictures of high level executives on magazine covers, you will have an idea what my boss looks like. He has to be at least 6'3" and had a slender build but it all looked to be totally toned. He keeps his black hair combed back and dresses in expensive suits. I have to admit that I am rather intimidated by him but hope that he doesn't see that. Let me tell you what has happened in our relationship.
Things changed at work once I had been there a couple months. It started when Mr. Maddox started asking more of me. First, it started when he started making me bring him coffee whenever he wanted it. Really didn't think that should have been expected of me. I was there to learn from him and not be his gofer but I always did it. Then there were more errands, getting his cleaning, picking up something from some store for him.
I think he could tell that doing these chores for him wasn't something that I wanted to do but whenever he called me in and told me to do something for him I never told him no. We made eye contact a couple times and, I tell you, it made me uncomfortable, the way he was tempting me to say something against what was happening. It wouldn't take long for me to have to break eye contact and look down and agree to do it for him.
I couldn't believe it when he told me to go Victoria Secrets to buy some lingerie for one of his female friends. I was to get a matching pink set of bra and panties, something lacy and very feminine. Then I was to buy her a pink camisole that would just come to the bottom of her ass cheeks. Then he tells me he doesn't know her sizes, just to tell the lady helping him that she is about the same size as you. The way he looked at me standing in front of his desk as he told me all this was rather intimidating and that just got worse when he told me to repeat his instructions.
'I'm to go to Victoria Secrets and buy pink bra and panties and a pink camisole. I'm supposed to tell the clerk that I'm buying them for a girl about my size.'
'Good boy.'
I couldn't believe he just called me boy. It's bad enough having to do this crap for him but now he wants to call me boy. Fuck him. I just look down at the floor pissed.
'Is there a problem Steve?'
'I didn't appreciate you calling me boy and I don't know why I should have to do your shopping for you.'
'You like working here Steve?'
'Of course, the pays great, love this firm but sometimes I feel like I'm being taken advantage of.'
'I expect more from the boys...men that I hire here. Maybe you are the kind of guy that doesn't appreciates a job like yours, right out of college, maybe I'm asking too much of you and it might be best if you start looking at other opportunities.'
Fuck, fuck. I can't let that happen. 'No Sir, please I like working here and I like working for you. It was wrong of me react like I did. I'm sorry. I should feel like doing these things for you is almost like rewarding me, letting me further into your life. Please Sir. I'm sorry I was so disrespectable.' I hated saying that to him but I can't lose this job, I just can't. I felt like such a suck up.
'Let me see if I understand things now Steve. You don't have a problem doing personal tasks for me, in fact, you like doing things for me. Things like buying feminine items when told to do so. Are you going to have a problem with the clerk thinking you are buying these things for yourself and not because you have been told to purchase them? How are you going to feel when she looks at you, those thoughts in her mind?'
'Sir, I will be embarrassed and even though I know they aren't for me, I know what she will think and that will be very humiliating for me. Doing something like this is hard for me. I know when I can't look her in the eye it will confirm to her that I am buying them for myself. It will be hard but I will do it because you asked me to and I want to show you how much I like this opportunity with you and know I can learn a lot from you.'
'That's a good boy. Now you take off from work right now. You have one hour till closing time. You be back here fifteen minutes after we close. I will be waiting for you and wanting to see the pretty lingerie you bought. Do you understand how things are now Stevie? I expect more.'
I just stand there stunned thinking about what has just happened. I can't blow this job. Where did this come from? I felt so humiliated that he sees me like he must. Why does he think he can treat me like this? Why does he want to treat me like this and assume that I will just do as told?
'Yes Sir, I understand,' I tell him understanding that he actually threatened to fire me if I wasn't willing to do as told.
'Good, now run off and go do your thing. I can't wait to see what you have bought.'
I turn and walk away realizing even the way he said that was rather insulting, telling me to run away and go be humiliated. I leave work and drive to the mall. Fuck, I hate this, it's so embarrassing. I force myself to walk into Victoria Secrets and start looking around.
'May I help you?'
When I turn and look, I see a very attractive woman, probably around forty. Her makeup is perfect, her black hair pulled back in a bun. I realize I'm staring and answer, 'I'm supposed to buy a matching pink set of bra and panties and a pink camisole for my boss.'
'My, that must be quite a boss, sending you out to buy lingerie for her.'
'No, my boss is a man...'
'That makes is even stranger doesn't it?' she states as she stares at me.
'No, it's not for him. It's for a friend of his.'
'Ah, I see. Sorry, I jumped there but we do have many men come in here buying lingerie for themselves. I'm sure you are aware of that.'
'Can you just help me find the things? I'm rather in a hurry.'
'Sure, do you have her sizes?'
'My boss told me to tell you that his friend was about my size.'
'Really, so your boss has you buying lingerie for a friend of his that just happens to be your size. I'm thinking I like your boss. Let's go find you some lingerie sweetie.'
'Really, they aren't for me, really.'
'You protest too much sweetie. It's ok. We will find some things you will really like.'
Twenty minutes later, I'm leaving with the items needed wondering if my face is still red from my encounter with that sales clerk. It was obvious that she liked making it embarrassing for me, leaving no doubt that she thought they were for me and one time telling me how my boss was going to love the way I look. Fuck, fuck.
I get back to the office and knock on Mr. Maddox's door and I'm told to enter. He is sitting behind his desk, leaning back in his chair, his hands behind his head.
'It took you long enough. Did you get everything?'
'Yes Sir,' I hold up the pink bag.
'Show me that you bought.'
I take the bra out and hold it out to him.
'No, hold it up in front of you so I can see what it would look like on someone.'
It just doesn't stop. I hold the bra in front of my chest. Pink with lots of white lacy, very feminine.
'Nice Stevie, now show me the panties. Show me the same way.'
I take the panties out and hold them in front of me as he stands and looks at them.
'Turn them around. Let me see the back.'
I turn them and know he can see all the rows of white lace. I thought they were too much but the clerk told me he would love them and made sure I bought them.
'Perfect. I think they call panties like those sissy panties, don't they Stevie?'
'I don't know, the clerk just told me you would like them.'
'Oh, you told her that you were getting them for me?'
'Yes, I told her that I was buying them for you to give to your girlfriend.'
'Did she believe you?'
'No, she made sure I understood that she thinks the lingerie is for me.'
'Let me see the camisole now Stevie.'
'Could you call me Steve Sir?'
'Yes I could but I think I prefer Stevie. That's ok isn't it Stevie?' he says as he walks around his desk to stand beside me just a little too close.
'I guess it's no biggie Sir.'
'No, tell me you like it that I call you Stevie. I need to know Stevie.'
What the fuck is happening today. I know things were a little strange for awhile and I had seen how he looked at me. But where did this come from, his need to humiliate me? Looking down at the floor, I tell him what he wants to hear. 'I like it when you call me Stevie Sir.'
'I like it when you call me Sir Stevie. I think we are going to get along fine now that we have experienced things today. What are you thinking about Stevie, I know it's been quite a day for you today but I felt it was time to take our relationship further? I know it must be tough for you but I know what is best Stevie.'
'I don't know what to think Sir. I didn't know you looked at me that way as someone you could treat like you have treated me today Sir. I was humiliated by a clerk at Victoria Secrets then I come back here and feel like I either do as told or I could go find another job.'
'That is exactly what it is Stevie. I have already made some transactions under your name that aren't exactly legal and I don't think there is any doubt what time in jail would be like for a pretty boy like you.'
'Why are you doing this to me Sir?'
'I have been watching you for awhile Stevie and you are very enticing. You are a handsome young man who tries his best to be a man but when I look at you I see very little manly about you. I know you have a girlfriend but a lot of gay men have girlfriends covering up what they really are. Are you gay Stevie?'
'No, I'm not gay.'
'I thought you probably were. Most pretty boys like you end up being gay, giving it up to some real man.'
'Well I'm not.'
'I need you to understand how things are now Stevie. I have faked transaction in your name that could lead to you getting jail time. As long as you do as you are told no one will ever see those transactions. Do you understand what is happening here boy?'
'Why are you doing this to me? Why?'
'I need to own a pretty boy, an obedient pretty boy? And you are such a pretty boy. Now Stevie, I want you to go home and think about today. I know this is going to be hard for you but you need to realize you only have one choice. You will be my fag boy. Fortunately for you, each month that I keep you under my control, I will put $5,000 into a saving account set up for you. This money will be yours once I tire of you and let you go.
'In the meantime, things will change now. You will come into my office in the morning. You will shut the door, move to the front of my desk, go down on your knees, head down and you will tell me you will do as told. That the thought of being my boy excites you so.'
How can he do this to me but I don't think he is lying about making up evidence on things that could land me into a lot of trouble. I know he is going to treat me like a fag but what can I do? I just stand there not knowing what to think or do.
'You can go now boy. Hang your lingerie in the closet. I want to save seeing the camisole till the time is just right. I will see you in my office, eight o'clock sharp. You will come in and you will do as you've been told. Now go.'
I leave the office and don't remember anything till I'm pulling into my garage. I plop down in my soft chair and try to get my mind around this. This guy wants to take control of me. The way he is always telling me I'm pretty says a lot about what he thinks about me and what he might want me to do. Can I take a chance that he is bluffing with the action he spoke of? I can't, what if he actually did it and I couldn't prove his shit was wrong. I can't chance going to jail.
I think about the way he looks at me. It makes me uncomfortable, it's like, he looks at me and that look lets me know that he is thinking about what he would like to do to me. I never can keep eye contact with him. I close my eyes and can picture myself on my knees, in my suit in front of his desk. I have to do it. Fuck, fuck. I can see the look on his face thinking about what fun he is going to have with me.
I get a big joint and smoke the whole damn thing. Laying back in my recliner I could keep from thinking about what had happened today. What the fuck, I have to give myself to this guy. I know he thinks I will be there on my knees in front of him in the morning. He knows and I know. What choice is there?
Then I started thinking about the clerk at Victoria Secrets. She was so sure of herself and took such control of our encounter. I remember how she looked at me when she was letting me know she thinks the panties are for me. She was so overwhelming. She had that look that let you know, she was the one in control and that I better do as told. Her tight black dress highlighted just how attractive she was and her 4" pumps just made everything perfect. And I bought lingerie from this fantastic woman, fuck, I didn't think I could ever do that. It was so scary, but still, such an erotic encounter. My cock gets hard just thinking about how she looked and thinking about the way she talked to me like I was a sissy. God, my cock is so hard that I have to stroke it as I close my eyes picturing her again.
I try to keep him from my thoughts but can't keep Mr. Maddox off my mind. I'm going to have to do what he tells me to do and I think he is going to make me his gay boyfriend. What if he lets other people know what happening between us and they think that it's something I desire.
Stroking slowly, it feels so good. I imagine Mr. Maddox standing in front of me as I'm on my knees jacking off. His face has that look of superiority and he moves one foot right in front of my cock. "Cum on my shoe,' I hear him say. I can't imagine what it would be like to have something like this happening for real. Just the thought of having to jack off in front of him is enough to make me panic but I don't stop stroking my cock. How can I still be hard thinking about having to do something like this? What if he actually did this? I know he wouldn't clean the cum off his shoe himself and when I think about what he might make me do to clean his shoe, it's too much and I cum hard.
I look at the cum all over my hand. Now I just feel like a pervert. How could I cum thinking about being made to do something like this? The situation I am in really hits me. I wish I could just quit and run away but what if he did what he threatened. I clean the cum from my hand and go to bed. Maybe I will wake up and this has all been a nightmare but I know that isn't going to happen.
I wake up the next morning and think about the day I have in front of me. This morning everything just seems worse and I can't think of any way to avoid this mess. Just the thought of kneeling in front of him seems like such a surrender. This isn't something a man should let happen to him. And I know it's going to get worse. I can hardly eat and I have to force myself to leave for work.
When I get to the office, there is another guy sitting at my desk. He looks about my age and my size but he has long blonde hair which looks great on him. Kind of reminds me of pictures of guys I have seen on magazines catering to guys and girls my age. Very attractive but almost too perfect.
'Hello,' he says as I walk up to my desk. 'I'm Taylor.'
'Hello, I'm Steve. What are you doing at my desk?'
'Oh, about that. Mike told me to send you to his office as soon as you got in.'
Taylor calling Mr. Maddox Mike catches me off guard. I have never called him Mike and I don't think he would appreciate it if I did. 'OK,' I answer looking at the door to his office and just staring at it.
'You better go Steve. You don't want him to have to wait on you, do you? And he told me to make sure you bring him his coffee.'
I go get his coffee, making it just like he likes it with a little cream in it. I go knock on his door and I hear him tell me to come in. I walk up to his desk and hand him his coffee. He doesn't say anything, just looks at me. I back up a couple steps then slowly sink to my knees. I look down and can feel my face turning red. 'Sir, I want to be a good boy for you. The thought of being your boy really excites me.'
'Look up at me. Did you masturbate last night after you went home Stevie?'
I look up and we make eye contact and his look says it all. He is not kidding about this and expects obedience from me. 'Yes Sir, I did.'
'What were you thinking about when you stroked your little cock Stevie?'
Not really wanting to discuss this but things could be worse so I tell him. 'I was thinking about the clerk at Victoria Secrets. She was so hot.'
'You like the fact she treated you like a little sissy boy, didn't you?'
'Not really Sir. It was so weird. The way she talked to me was very embarrassing and I know she liked humiliating me but at the same time, everything about her was turning me on. I know my cock got hard but I don't think she noticed. I can't imagine what it would be like to have to dress up like a sissy. It's nothing I have even considered.'
'That's rather hard to believe. You really don't come off as very manly. I know that sounds mean but it's not. There is nothing wrong with being more feminine than most other guys. Most pretty boys like you have had numerous occasions to wear panties and see what they felt like. Have you ever worn panties Stevie?'
'No, definitely not.'
'That's too bad. Your ass would look so hot in the right pair of panties. Stand up in front of me Stevie.'
I stand up in front of his desk.
'Did you meet Taylor?'
'Yes, he was sitting at my desk.'
'That is his desk now Stevie. I have turned your projects over to him. You are going to be my personal secretary. I will have a desk set up right outside my office. I know you want to be close to take care of my every need, don't you Stevie?'
Fuck, this just gets worse and worse but he has me and he knows it. 'Yes Sir, I do.'
'This job requires a different mindset than your job as a legal assistant. For that job you needed aggression which I feel you lacked. You new job requires more passive behavior. Clients that you will greet need to see my secretary as a very subservient type personality. Your mannerism shouldn't try to project masculinity since you aren't very good at that anyway. Show them your softer side including how you talk and interact with me and my clients.'
'No more suits at work. Find some nice black slacks and buy some long sleeved shirts in pastel colors. You know, pinks, yellows, baby blue and make sure they are made from a material like a shiny polyester. I want you looking nice for my clients. Also, black loafers, no socks.'
I feel like I'm about to cry. Everything is so out of control I just stand there not saying anything.
'Since you don't have a desk, you might as well take the day off. One little chore for you Stevie. I have been thinking about your favorite clerk and I want you to go back to Victoria Secrets and find her. Tell her you forgot to get a pair of white thigh high nylons, the one with the seam up the back. You will tell her that I would love to speak with her and you will get her name and phone number. Stop and tell Taylor that you are so glad he is here, that you were having trouble keeping up and that you feel being my personal secretary is going to be better.'
'Yes Sir,' I say starting to walk away.
'Stop boy, come stand in front of me and unfasten your slacks. I want to see something.'
Nervously, I do as told and he tells me to push my slacks down enough he can see the white jockeys I have on.
'That's unacceptable. You will wear panties to work from now on. Have the clerk at Victoria Secret help you find at least ten pair of panties, different styles. You can charge them to my account like you did the other lingerie. You will come to my office each morning and show me the panties you are wearing that day. Now, before you go, thank me for buying you panties to wear, that you can't wait to get some sexy panties to wear for me.'
I feel so humiliated and he knows that making me thank him just makes it worse but what can I do. 'Thank you Sir for buying panties for me to wear and I hope you like what I buy.'
'Good boy, Stevie. Don't forget to stop and see Taylor. I think you two will become best of friends.'
I leave thinking about how he gave my job to another and the thought of being his secretary is so humiliating. I see Taylor look at me when I leave Mr. Maddox's office and I walk over to him.
'I hope you don't hate me for the changes he made Steve. I have known Mike for a while and I just couldn't say no when he offered me the job.'
As much as I hate to say it, I do. 'No, it's ok Taylor. I was having trouble keeping up and think being his secretary will be ok.' He smiles at me and comes over and gives me a hug. I didn't notice it before, but his mannerisms are rather gay. When I look closer, I see that his ears are pierced and he has little diamond studs in both ears. He sees me looking at them.
'Don't you just love them? Mike got them for me. You should get your ears pierced. I know a great place. Maybe we can go out together some day and get them done. You will love it.'
'I don't know Taylor. Not really my thing.'
'I know Steve. It wasn't mine either when I first met Mike but now I'm so glad I did it. Sometimes it can be kind of hard but Mike does know what best for us. We just need to do as told.'
Fuck. Does Mr. Maddox control this guy too? It sure seems like he might. The more I look at Taylor the more gay he seems to be. 'He gave me the day off. I will talk to you later.'
'Come give me another hug. I hope we can become best of buddies.'
I hesitate but he moves to me and gives me a hug, a hug that lasts a little too long. I hurry away once he lets loose of me. This just gets fucking worse and worse. I don't want to hang around with a fag especially one that is so obviously gay. I just get to my car and sit there feeling helpless.
I dread the thought of having to go back to Victoria Secrets and seeing that lady again. This time will be even harder, having to buy all those panties. I might as well get it over with and head to the mall. I walk in and see her staring at me. I walk over to her.
'I knew you would be back sweetie. Did your boss like what you bought.'
'Yes I think so.'
'I knew he would like the sissy panties. They are one of our best sellers for boys like you.'
I look down embarrassed. 'I'm really not like that. He is forcing me to come here and buy the panties and other things. I'm not a sissy, really.'
'Aren't you the cutest little boy? Your face gets so red, I just love it. Now what can I interest you in today sweetie?'
I hate it when she calls me sweetie. I tell her what I'm there to buy and she just smiles. She heads over to the area with all kind of panties. I follow behind checking her out. She looks even hotter than the previous day. She has a white silk blouse with a tight black skirt but what really gets me are the black boots with the spiked high heels. The sound of the heels on the tile floor is enough to make me start to get hard again. She turns and looks at me when she arrives at the panty area. She just looks at me then down at my crotch and smiles.
'Looks like you are glad to see me again. I should be flattered making a boy like you hard just being with me. You better adjust that so it isn't so obvious unless, of course, you want the others here to see your little hard on.'
I reach down and adjust myself so it isn't so obvious. Then the humiliation continues. She selects panties and holds them up in front of me. Her voice loud enough that I know some of the other clerks and customers can hear her. It's not long till I'm holding ten pair of panties, all different colors and styles. Then she gets a pair of white thigh highs for me.
'Will that be all sweetie?'
'Yes but my boss would like to talk to you. He wanted me to ask for your name and phone number.' She hands me her card and tells me to tell him she can't wait to hear from him.
'What is your name sweetie?'
'It's Steve.'
'Sure, sweetie, whatever you say.' She rings up all the sales, handing me the bright pink bag. 'Till next time sweetie.'
I rush from the store but know I'm not done. By the time I leave the mall, I have purchased several shirts like he described and a couple pair of black slacks. I already have a pair of loafers that should work. How did everything get so out of control? I drive home and get high. Fuck, fuck. I go into the bedroom and see all the panties scattered out on the bed. The thought of wearing them to work and having to show them to Mr. Maddox is so fucked. I put the panties away in a drawer and try to forget all this shit for the rest of the day.
I get up the next morning and get cleaned up and ready to get dressed. I go to the drawer and look at the panties. I chose a pair of baby blue panties that fit high on the hips. I slide them on and try to tuck my cock away in them but the only way I can keep it contained is to tuck it back between my legs. If I pull the panties up tight, it stays in place. Grab the baby blue shirt and finish getting dressed. It feels so weird to wear the loafers with no socks. I head off to work. When I get to work, I don't see Taylor anywhere but know what I must do. I go knock on Mr. Maddox's door.
'One minute,' I hear through the door. I stand there several minutes till the door opens and Taylor comes out of his office. His hair is a little messed and he seems almost out of breath. He just smiles at me.
'Your turn Stevie.'
I can't believe he just called me Stevie. What did Mr. Maddox tell him about me? I go into his office. He is sitting at his desk, a smile on his face.
'Hello boy, did you have a good time shopping yesterday?'
'I got what you told me to get Sir.'
'But did you have a good time?'
'Not really. It was so embarrassing.'
'Maybe next time I will have Taylor go with you. He loves shopping. Did you get her name and number?'
'Yes Sir,' I answer handing him her card.
'Good boy, now show me your panties.'
I unfasten my slacks and lower them enough that he can see the baby blue panties. It was so humiliating.
'Interesting boy. It doesn't look like you have a cock. I figured it would be small but your crotch is flat like a girls.'
'I had to tuck it between my legs to keep it in the panties Sir.'
'I like that look Stevie, you keep that little cock of yours tucked back like that at all times at work. Ok, you may pull your slacks back up. Go see if you can get anything for Taylor.'
I leave his office. That was so humiliating. I go ask Taylor if he needs anything. He tells me he wants coffee also and he smiles at me when he tells me he likes lots of cream in his coffee. I start to walk away when I notice a couple spots on Taylor's shirt and I instantly know what they are. They are cum spots. Oh fuck, Taylor must have been sucking Mr. Maddox off in his office when I knocked. This is all so fucked up.
I go over to the desk in front of Mr. Maddox's office. It has a nameplate that reads, 'Stevie'. That is probably what Taylor saw. I sit down but there's nothing for me to do but answer the phone and once in a while Mr. Maddox has me get paperwork from Taylor. His first client, Mr. Walker, shows up at two in the afternoon. I let Mr. Maddox know that he has shown up and he tells me to escort him into the office. When we get into his office, they shake hands and I start to leave.
'One minute Stevie. I want to introduce you to Mr. Walker. Jim, this is Stevie. He is my new personal secretary.'
'Hello Stevie,' he says, his eyes checking me out. 'I don't know how you do it Mike, but you find the prettiest boys to work for you. Taylor is such a sweetheart and Stevie is just as attractive.'
'Yes, he was working as my assistant but that was a little too much for him. I think he will work out very well as my secretary. It will be nice to have someone to travel with and take care of all the details when we do travel.'
Jim smiles at him then looks at me. 'I'm sure that will make your trips much more memorable. I'm jealous.'
'Don't be, maybe we will be coming to see you. I know you enjoyed it when I brought Taylor along with me.'
'Oh yes, definitely.'
'That will be all Stevie. Run along like a good little boy.'
I hear them both laugh as I'm closing his door. I'm sure Mr. Walker understands what is going on between us. I go sit down at my desk and think about all this and how it doesn't ever stop. Thank god, it's about closing time and I can get out of this nightmare. I see Taylor walking over to me.
'I'm having some friends over for a small party tonight. I want you to come. Please. Please.'
I think about the friends Taylor probably has. I'm sure most of them are gay. I don't need to a party with those kinds of people. 'I'm sorry Taylor but I'm tired and just want to take it easy tonight.'
'Oh darn, I wanted to introduce you to some of my friends. I'm sure you would like them and I'm really sure they would like you,' he gives me a little smile. 'I wish you would change your mind.'
'Maybe next time Taylor,' I tell him and he walks away. A few minutes later my phone rings and it's Mr. Maddox.
'You will go to Taylor's party tonight. You will stop him before he leaves and tell him you changed your mind. You will tell him that you are usually reserved and like to keep my private life private but the thought of meeting his friends sounds so exciting and that you want to step up your social life. You will wear panties of course. I will be stopping by to say hi and I will check Stevie. Now you go be a good boy and go to that party full of gay and sissy boys.
He hangs up. He just doesn't let up on me pushing me further and further. I look over and see Taylor heading for the door.
'Wait Taylor, wait.' I rush over to him. 'I changed my mind. It's not something I usually do but I need to get out more and meet new people. When I thought about what exciting friends you must have I had to change my mind.'
Taylor quickly gave me a hug and held onto me. 'You will love my friends Stevie. I know you will. They are such exciting people.' I feel his cheek on mine and move my head away. 'I can't wait to show you off to some of my friends. They will love you,' he says as he lets me go and turns and leaves.
Does Taylor think I'm gay? He acts like he thinks I am. I know what is going to be at that party and Taylor will want to introduce me to everyone. I wonder what it will be like interacting with these people. I have never been around the gay scene at all. Will they look at me in such a way that I will know they want to be with me. What if they come onto me, strong? Will they see me like Mr. Maddox sees me? I know he likes letting me know that he is going to turn me into a sissy fag and there's nothing I can do about it.
I get home and try to relax. Fuck, I have to go out to this party tonight and I will have to stay at least until Mr. Maddox leaves. I light one up and lay back and think about what it's going to be like. What will I feel like to have others looking at me and thinking I'm gay. I got to be high when I get there or I don't know if I could do this. Finally get dressed, nice slacks, the yellow shirt I bought at the mall. For some reason, it only seemed right to wear the loafers with no socks. I head over to Taylor's place.
I knock on the door and Taylor opens it and smiles and gives me a hug and I feel a light kiss on one cheek. I look over his shoulder and see there are around twenty people in the room, several watching us, others involved with others. He breaks the hug and grabs my hand. I try to pull my hand away but he moves closer.
'Don't be like that Stevie. I don't want to tell Mike you've been misbehaving. Now hold my hand Stevie boy.'
I'm high but still understand what this means. Taylor and Mr. Maddox are both involved in this. It's easy to see Taylor wanting to please Mr. Maddox by helping him control me. I hold his hand but can't meet his eyes. He pulls me to the middle of the floor and gets everyone's attention.
'Friends, this is my new friend Stevie. Isn't he cute? Stevie works with me and for Mr. Maddox. Mr. Maddox wanted me to introduce Stevie to you all and hope you find Stevie to be someone you find to be as enticing as he does. Stevie wants to meet new people and discover things about himself that he has never considered. Say hello Stevie.'
I feel overwhelmed that he just put that out there for everyone. It was like an invitation to everyone to introduce yourself and your lifestyle to him. I look at his guests. There are several men in suits. I'm sure they are probably bosses in some firm. Men like them carry themselves differently. Then there are the gay boys running from pretty boys to really what I would consider flaming fags. There were half a dozen women there but I was sure at least half of them were not females. All of the girls or whatever they were all very beautiful and so very sexy.
Feel like I can't get my breath but I weekly get out, 'Hello everyone.' Taylor releases my hand. 'Go mingle Stevie. Mr. Maddox wants to make sure that you behave properly so I will be watching. You better look like you are enjoying it.' Several of his guests return my greeting then I feel a tap on my shoulder. When I turn around it's the lady from Victoria Secrets. She has a skin tight black leather cat suit on with ankle boots with five inch heels. She grabs my forearm and tells me to come with her.
'One minute Anne. He has taken his pill yet. Here Stevie,' he says as he hands me a pill. This is an ecstasy party Stevie. Everyone is taking it. If you just accept that you are going to feel different but ok, then everything can become very exciting. Ecstasy can raise the level of experiences, things seem more intense, colors brighter, music nicer, just let yourself relax and enjoy it.' He watches as I take the pill.
'Good boy now go with Anne. She has been waiting for you.'
She literally dragged me through the crowd as they separated for us to pass. I could feel their looks and imagine what everyone must think of me now. She pushes me into one of the bedrooms and closed the door. She pushes me into a soft chair and stands right in front of me glaring down at me.
'Your boss and I had a long talk Stevie boy. He told me how he's forcing you to serve him. I find that so hot. He has some nasty plans for you boy. I got the impression that it's probably not a good thing to disappoint Mr. Maddox. He isn't sure you really understand how things are now and asked for my help. I told him he would be disappointed if he were to see the way you would look when you got to the party. I told him the boy would be wearing the most masculine thing he can find so everyone didn't think he was a faggot. I asked your boss if he wanted my help. He does, so here we are Stevie. Do you want to disappoint him?' she asks and I know she is referring to Mr. Maddox.
'No Ms...'
'You will call me Anne in public, when we are alone like this or with friends I have invited to join us, you will call me Mistress Anne. Do you understand Stevie? Your boss told me you weren't exactly the smartest guy on the block.'
Well, that was insulting. 'Yes Mistress Anne, I understand.'
'Then undress, you look ridiculous, like some fucking pretty boy nerd. That is not what your boss desires. He likes his boys pretty and also, very sensual. Now get undressed.'
I start undressing knowing how it's just going to add to my humiliation when she sees the shiny white panties I have on. I get undressed down to the panties and stop.
'Very nice Stevie. Very appropriate for a gathering like this. Here put these on,' she says hand me a short pair of white pants.
'I could never get into those. They are way to small.'
'They stretch silly boy. Good thing you aren't blonde or I would probably start thinking you were one of those silly bimbo bitches men seem to like. Now get them on.'
I step into them and start pulling them up. They fit pretty much skin tight and by the time I'm finished they just go down to just below my knees.
'They are called Capri pants Stevie. Very popular and very sexy. Turn around, let me see your ass.' When I turn she can see that the pants have pulled up into my ass crack highlighting my nice round ass. They ride kind of low on my hips.
'I can't wear these out there Mistress Anne. Please don't make me do this.'
'You need to try harder Stevie. You knew you were invited to a gay party. You should have gone shopping and bought yourself an appropriate outfit. But no, no effort from you. You made no effort, so I have to put forth extra effort to make things even more humiliating for you. That's why you are going to walk out there looking like one of those pretty fag boys.'
She hands me a bright pink blouse and makes me put it on. It has long fluffy sleeves and big lapels. I try to button it up but no buttons. She comes around in front of me and takes the two shirt tails and ties them together. They ride above my waist leaving about three inches of bare midriff. Also the lapels of the blouse lay back, exposing a lot of my smooth chest almost opening up to where my nipples show. The blouse screams sissy faggot.
Then she brings out these pink ankle boots with pointed toe and a three inch block heel and a pair of white ankle socks with pink lace tops and makes me put them on. The socks stick out a couple inches above the boots. Thankfully, the block heels make walking a little easier but I still have to concentrate and take small steps. She leads me over to a full length mirror and makes me look at myself. I look so gay and rather feminine.
She comes up behind me and put several gold chains around my neck that hang down my bare chest. When I look closer I see a small gold figure of cock and balls hanging on one of the chains. I just stand there not knowing where to turn. Then she brushes my hair, using the hair spray she brought, hair tucked behind my ear and I much more feminine style. Then I feel her rub something on my cheeks turning them a little pink.
'Do you think Mr. Maddox will be disappointed with the way you look now Stevie?'
'No, I think he will like the way I look.'
'Then shouldn't you try harder to dress and act in the manner you know he expects of you. Don't be a cunt with him or it won't be pleasant for you.'
'I guess but I didn't want this...'
'You must understand what you want is not important. What others expect from you is what is important. How you live up to others expectations will decide many things about your new life. I know Mr. Maddox is here now and he is probably looking for you. I want you to walk out there alone, find him and slowly walk up to him, keeping eye contact the whole time and put your arms around his neck and lift your head up letting him know you want him to kiss you.'
I can't imagine walking out there looking like this. And then I'm expected to throw myself at my boss letting him know I want him to kiss me. Everyone will be watching. How can I do this? Mistress Anne reaches in front of me showing me her phone. On the phone is a picture of me dressed as I'm currently dressed.
'I bet your father would be so proud of his son if I emailed this to him.'
'You can't...'
'Yes, I can. I have all your contact copied to my computer.
'Please don't, please,' pleading.
'Then go do as you are told. Make sure you take small steps, one foot right in front of the other, and let those hips lose. Everyone will be watching. Show them that you can do this. Personally, I can't wait to watch you kiss your boss. Is there anything that says fag more than two men kissing? Maybe I should say one man and one little boy. Now swish your sweet ass out there and let everyone see you for what you really are.'
How can I do this? I look at myself in the mirror. I look too much like those flaming fag boys I noticed before. How can I walk out there? Everyone will be watching and what they will see is a sissy boy, a sissy boy who wants everyone to know what he really is. I think I'm starting to feel the effects of the ecstasy. I have to concentrate to handle what is happening. I feel a tingle rush through my body as I look at myself in the mirror again. I really look like a sissy.
'You go do as told, and you do it NOW. I can make this much worse Stevie boy. Please give me that opportunity. If not swish that fag ass out there and go give you boss a big kiss.'
I open the door and look out and see several people turn their heads looking at me. I walk out trying not to make eye contact with anyone. I really have to concentrate in the heels and try to walk like I was told. My hips move differently when I walk like this and I knew I was swishing my ass but I couldn't help it. I move past several people then I see him standing there. There is a very petite blond girl beside him in a little sissy girl dress. It was pink with lots of white lace and several white petticoats holding her sissy dress out. She had on a pair of white pumps with spiked heels that had to be at least five inches high. Pink ankle socks with white lace trim finished her look. She was so hot. A pink leather collar was around her neck, the silver leash being held by Mr. Maddox. She was gorgeous but very small.
He looks at me and it's that look I'm so familiar with. We make eye contact and he just stares at me. It all feels so strange. I'm glad I'm high or I probably couldn't do this. I keep eye contact with him and slowly walk to him. Realize I want him to think I look sexy. I let my hips loose even more and swish my way over to him. I stop in front of him, ignoring the girl he is with. I put my arms around his neck, tilt my face up as I try to pull his face to mine. I don't break eye contact and neither does he.
I feel his lips on mine. His wet tongue slides softly over my lips. It presses between my lips and I feel his hand lightly on the back of my head. His tongue slides into my mouth and my tongue makes contact with his. I hear a moan and realize it was me. His tongue explores my mouth. His hand now is now holding me tight to him as his tongue start fucking my mouth. I sucked on his tongue. It felt like I had surrendered to him. He finally breaks the kiss and I feel out of breath. Trying to handle the fact that I just kissed my boss with everyone watching. I don't look around, embarrassed that I had acted the way I had and ashamed of the way I seemed to want it. But I can't stop thinking about how his kiss felt. God, it was really hot.
'You look so much better dressed like this Stevie. Turn, let me see your ass,' he says. I see several people still watching us as I turn. I can't look up at them.'
'Those pants fit you so nicely Stevie. The way your panty lines show looks so sexy. Now turn back around.'
'She's pretty Daddy,' the little blonde girl says turning more towards me. Is this the sissy boy you were telling me about Daddy?'
'Yes, this is Stevie, the office's newest fag boy. He told me how badly he wanted me to treat him like a sissy. He wears panties to work all the time don't you sissy boy?'
'Yes Sir.'
'He looks like a bad boy to me Daddy. I know you know what to do with bad boys Daddy. I hope you will let me watch.'
'We will see Amber. 'You remember my friend Robert don't you sweetie. I just signed a great deal with him and you were so helpful Amber.'
'I was helpful Sir?'
'Yes he didn't hesitate once I offered you. You will spend the weekend with Robert. You will do as told. If I get anything back about you misbehaving again you will go back into the box and this time it won't be for only three days.'
I can't believe what I'm hearing. He's giving this girl to another man to help his business out. He's whoring her out and she just listens to him, eyes down. Put her in a box??
'Yes Daddy. I will be a good girl for him,' he says and he hands her the leash. Give that to Robert and tell him that he owns you for the weekend. She walks over to Robert. She drops to her knees in front of him, head bowed.
She holds her hands up to him with the leash in her hands. She looks up at him and tells him that she belongs to him for the weekend. He reaches down and hooks the leash to her collar.
'Your daddy told me that you are a real slut. That you can't get enough cock. Is that true little girl?'
'Yes Sir, I'm a bad little girl. I like cock a lot Sir.'
'You know what happens to bad little girls don't you?'
'Yes Sir, they get spanked.'
He goes and sits down in a straight chair and I watch as she crawls to him and then she crawls up over his lap. He lifts her sissy dress and the petticoat up over her back showing the white cotton panties she was wearing. The big wet spot on the crotch of the panties was very obvious. Most everyone was watching the show they were putting on.
'You are so wet little girl,' he says spreading her legs apart. He was running his finger lightly over the wet spot. 'Such a bad little girl,' he says as he slowly pulls the panties off her. He finds the wet spot and shoves it into the girl's mouth pushing the rest of the panties into her mouth. Then he spanks her and spanks her.
I didn't know what to feel as I could hear her crying. Her ass was so red from the hairbrush he had used on her. You could see her body jerking from the loud sobs everyone heard as she tried to calm down and handle the pain. He pushed her from his lap, not saying a word as he lead her to the door making her crawl quickly on her hands and knees to keep up with him. Her ass still was so red. He led her from the party. I just watch and can see Mr. Maddox watching too.
'I guess Robert doesn't want to waste any time. What are you thinking about all this Stevie?'
'I don't know what to think. You are making me do things I have never even considered. You have me dressed like a total sissy and making sure everyone here thinks that I'm so gay. What do you think I feel about this? It's embarrassing and humiliating.' Really feeling the ecstasy now, I know I had to say that but when I look around and see the beautiful young girls or whatever and then look at the sissy boys and knowing I look like them, I can't stop feeling excited about what's going on. The way the men look at me makes me feel so weird. What would they make me do to please them? I think about the spanking Amber got and think some of the men would like to treat me like that. That really had to hurt her a lot. I have never been spanked and can't even imagine what it would feel like.
'I saw the way you walked to me Stevie. How you wanted to look sexy for me. And that kiss. You kiss just like a girl, a submissive girl that just gives it up to anyone. You can say what you want but I know what I saw and what I felt. I saw a boy who wants to be a girl. Look at you. You look gorgeous. You will turn heads now. You never did before when you tried to be a man, did you?'
'No but...I'm not a sissy Sir.'
He starts to say something when one of the other men in a suit came over and interrupts him.
'That kiss was so sexy Mike. Your pretty boys always put on the best shows, even when they really are a girl like Amber. Wasn't listening to her cry so erotic? She is an outstanding slave Mike.'
'Thanks James, yes, Amber is hot. She has taken very well to her training.'
'I can see that. Now you show up with this pretty boy. I'm so jealous.'
'You should be. This is a little virgin boy. Never have sucked a cock have you Stevie?'
'No Sir.'
'Never been fucked up the ass either. Isn't that right Stevie?'
'Yes Sir,' I answer not believing this conversation.
'Really, virgin, how much Mike? Seriously, Mike, how much?'
'Settle down James. You don't want to scare my pretty boy, do you?'
'I would love to scare him Mike and that's not all I would do to this boy.'
'I haven't decided what going to happen when it's time to give up that virgin ass. Probably a blind auction again. Those usually work well. His mouth is mine.'
I can't believe they are talking like this when I'm standing right by them. Blind auction? He's going to auction off my ass to all his rich friends. I'm thinking about how out of control everything is when I feel my boss's hand light caressing my ass. I feel him cup my ass cheek softly then go back to lightly running his hand over my ass cheeks. His touch sends tingle through my body. I tried not to react but it did feel good.
'Let me know Mike. You know I bid high.'
'I will James.' He turns to me. 'Stevie, go over and talk to those sissies over there and let us men talk. Now go.'
I see four sissy boys in a booth and I force myself to walk over to them. 'Hello.'
A sissy with big blonde teased hair was the first to respond. 'I love your outfit. I would give anything to have my ass look like yours does in those pants. So hot sweetie. Will you sit down with us?'
'Ok, thanks, he told me to come and meet you all. I have to admit this has been a very hard night for me. I have never done anything like this before.'
'Really, you are a natural. I'm Tiffany, the red head is Scarlet, and the little tramp over there is Desiree,' she says as they all giggle.
'Hello.'
'Is this really the first time you have dressed up like a sissy Stevie?' Tiffany asks.
'Yes, and I feel so embarrassed being seen like this.'
'Haven't you seen the way everyone has been looking at you tonight? There was not a person in the room that didn't want to get closer to you when you pranced into the room. Wanting to discover what this pretty boy was really like. You had to have felt their eyes on you.'
'Yes, I did, but it embarrassed me.'
'Truthfully, I know it was scary for you to it also excited you more than you ever imagined. I saw the way you looked at Mike. The way you tried to walk sexy for him. And the way you just gave yourself to him when he kissed you. It was such a turn on. The look on your face was not a face that was embarrassed but was a face that was loving it. I remember my first time too sweetie.'
I think about what she says and I know she if very close to the truth but I don't know how to respond'
'Isn't Mike great. I tried to get close to him a couple times but never got anywhere with him,' Desiree says. 'I heard he has a great cock and knows how to use it. Am I right Stevie? How big is he?'
'I have no idea Desiree. But I'm afraid I will find out.'
'Afraid, you should be lusting for a man like Mike. He's such an alpha. I have talked to some of his past boyfriends and they say he knows how sissies really like to be treat.'
Desiree laughs. 'Yes treat us like your little fag whores. Your sissy sluts.'
They all laugh and I try to relax with them. They all are very attractive with lots of makeup and sexy clothes.
'You will look fantastic once you learn how to do your makeup. You will be a real heart breaker,' Tiffany says. 'I would love to come over and help you with your makeup. Really, anytime,' and the look she gives me makes me think she wants to do more than just help with my makeup. What would it be like kissing her, her red lips look so wet and I see her still looking at me and I look down.
'Thanks Tiffany, I just don't know where this is going.'
'Stevie, I think it's pretty obvious where this is going. You can fight it or you can go with it, but sweetie, either way you need to understand there is no way this stops till he wants that to happen.'
I feel like I'm about to cry. How did this happen to me. I feel Tiffany take my hand.
'Let's dance sweetie. You might find everything is not as bad as I might seem now she tells me as she drags me to the dance floor. It's a slow song and she puts her arms around my waist and pulls me to her. Try not to think about the fact that I'm actually dancing with another boy as everything seems to feel good as I feel her body press against me. 'Put your arms around my neck sweetie.' We start dancing and I feel her moving against me. I can feel small breasts under the thin silky shirt. 'It's all going to be ok,' she says as her kisses my neck softly.
Her soft kisses felt so good. I can't stop myself pressing back against her when she tries to hold me tighter. I feel her hands move down to my ass cheeks and I feel her take a cheek in each hand and pull me tighter. I want to get hard but with my cock being held firmly tucked back between my legs it's impossible. Her lips move to my ear. She kisses it lightly.
'We are expected to put on a show sweetie. You would be surprised how many people love watching two sissy boys make out. I want you to think about how sexy you look and to think about how hot I look and then I want you to kiss me. Kiss me like the hot little bitch you are. Make them wish it was them that you were kissing. You know how badly you want this. Let them see the sexiest bitch at the party.'
I look up and I see there are a lot of guests watching us. I look at Tiffany then lean forward and kiss her lips lightly. I feel the tip of her tongue play with mine. Her lipstick tastes so good. Her tongue slides into my mouth and I hug her neck tighter as I give her my mouth. Oh god, it feels so good.
She pulls back till she has to reach for my lips with her tongue. My tongue reaches for her and the feel as our tongue caress each other. I think about how sexy that must look to those watching when suddenly she grabs my hair and pulls my mouth to hers and kisses me passionately. Her tongue is deep in my mouth. I can't keep from sucking on it.
Then she breaks the kiss pushing me away and, turns my back to her, her hands take me by my hips and holds me as she presses against my ass. Then I feel her start grinding her hips pressing against my ass. Her mouth is on my neck giving it kisses and then really sucking on one spot. It feels so good but I know what she is trying to do. She wants to mark me. How embarrassing that would be. She moves from my neck.
'Look at them looking at us Stevie. Let them all see how pretty you are. It makes my little cock hard, how about you,' she says, her crotch pressing hard again my ass cheeks. Her hands move to my bare chest and I feel the light touch of her fingernails as she runs them over my chest. Then she slowly pulls my blouse out to both sides exposing my nipples. She takes both of them in her fingers and squeeze just a little then flicks them with her fingernails.
'Would one of you men like to feel this sissy's nipples? Stevie loves having her nipples played with, don't you Stevie?' Tiffany says biting my ear lightly. She pulls my hands back behind my back and holds them.
I see them all watching us. My body feels so fire. I look from one man to another then see the sissy boys smiling at me. I see Desiree on her knees sucking one of the men in a suit. Several other men are stroking themselves. It seems unreal, men playing with themselves or someone near them, as they watch Tiffany play with me. I just look at all the cocks. Another guy in a suit wasted no time getting to his feet and walking over in front of me.
'Hello Stevie. Having fun? I'm Ben but you best just call me Sir.'
'It has been so unreal Sir. This party, me being dressed up like a sissy and made to put on shows for you all, it's been very embarrassing.'
'Don't lie to me Stevie. Everyone here has seen how you have reacted when you did what you did. We can all see that you like being treated like this, being told what to do and knowing what happens to you if you don't do as told. This is what you desire but Stevie, you aren't trying hard enough. More will be expected of you.'
'It's so overwhelming Sir. I don't know what to do?'
'You do as told Stevie. Now I want you to look at all these people watching you and tell them that this is the first time dressing like a sissy and that you love it and hope everyone thinks you're pretty.'
I look around and see the way the men are looking at me. I lower my head and repeat what I was told to say.
'No Stevie, look up at them. Let them see your pretty face. Let them imagine what spending time with you would be like. Smile at the men and tell them again.'
I force myself to smile and tell them that it's my first time dressing like a sissy but that I love the way it makes me feel. I can't stop myself from looking at the cocks that are on display.
'Like what you see Stevie. Look at their cocks and then think about your cock. Maybe it will help you understand why some boys can never be real men. Now sweetie, you got all dressed up for us and you have been swishing that ass like a real slut but you are not trying hard enough.'
'I'm trying Sir, really.'
'Does your voice sound like the sissies voices of your new best friends?'
'No but...'
'Why not? You have failed as a man so why should your voice sound like a man's. Your mannerism should be over the top feminine. You should show everyone what you really are. Tell them all what you are. Admit it, bad little boy, tell them what you are,' he says taking my nipples in his fingers and squeezing them.
He starts pulling on my nipples and squeezing harder as I try to pull away. I cry out softly.
'Tell them what you are.'
'I'm a sissy,' a get out softly.
'Louder.' He pulls harder on my nipples making me go to my toes.
'I'm a sissy,' I cry out louder.
'And you are gay?'
'Yes I'm gay,' I tell him just hoping if he hears what he wants to hear he will stop hurting my nipples. He lets them go and it even hurts worse.
'And how are you going to start acting?'
'I'm going to act more feminine Sir.'
'Good girl,' he says as he just stares at me then back at my chest. 'I'm trying to imagine what you would look like with big tits. Your waist should be thinner by then from your corset training. A tiny waist, a pair of big tit, your sweet fuckable ass. You would be worth some money.' He walks away, then turns, 'Work on those nipples bitch or maybe next time we can discuss your little balls.'
'Stevie, time for you to go back to your Master,' Tiffany tells as she walks away. 'I will get your information and will come help you with your makeup and we can go shopping together. Now, show him that you are trying harder.'
I walk over to him and go down on my knees in front of him and lower my head towards the floor. 'I will try harder to please you Sir.' I don't know if it's the drugs or just everything that has happened tonight, but I felt kneeling in front of him for everyone to see, was the right thing to do.
'I know you will Stevie. Now it's time for me to take you home, to my home. Get up and follow me, two steps behind.'
I do as told and we get to his car and drive to his house. We don't speak the whole way. We get to his house and he fixes himself a scotch and gets a glass of white wine for me and we sit down on his couch.
'You did good tonight Stevie. I was very impressed. Loved your outfit, I was so glad to see you dress up for tonight but I never expected something so feminine. Those pants look so hot on you. No unsightly bulge like a real boy would have and the way the pants pull up into ass crack is such a turn on. Get up. I want to check you out again.'
I get up and stand in front of him. It seems even more embarrassing with just Mr. Maddox looking at me.
'Walk across the room and back to me and let me hear your new voice. I want you to tell me what you loved the most at the party.'
The ecstasy has me feeling so good. I walk across the room, look back at him over my shoulder with my ass stuck you a little. Then I turn and walk in as sexy manner as I can and then stop in front of him. 'It was very strange Sir. It was very hard for me, but I can't stop thinking about how some of it was so hot. I can't believe I did what I did tonight. I never thought I could do the things I did.' I tried to make my voice more feminine but it just sounded faggy.
'I asked you what you liked the most Stevie. Now tell me.'
'It was when I saw you look at me and we just looked at each other and I walked over to you and, I couldn't believe it, but I really wanted you to kiss me. And that kiss.'
'It's rather hard to feel like a man when you give yourself to another man, isn't it Stevie. Everyone watched you surrender to me. Watch you accept the fact that you really are a failure as a man and you want to be treated like a sissy. Not a girl, a sissy.'
I just look down and stay quiet. Is he right? I mean what kind of man does what I did tonight?
'Get on your knees in front of me Stevie.' I do as told and crawl forward a little when he tells me to. 'It's time for you to show me that you really understand what is expected of you. You have to ask for it Stevie. I need to know that it's something that you really want to do. I know you have thought about it. It's time sissy boy, ask for it.'
His legs are spread wide and his crotch is right in front of my face and I know what he wants me to say. I just stare at it trying to say what he expects me to say but I can't. 'I can't do this Sir. I can't, I'm not gay, I'm not a girl and I'm not going to do it. 'Please Sir, please don't...SLAP'. He slapped me really hard then grabbed my hair and held my head and slapped my same cheek even harder. Then he back handed me and let me fall to the side.
'Not acceptable behavior. You could have avoided all that Stevie. You know that you are expected to obey and what happens to you if you don't so why do you have to act like a cunt. You must learn that type of behavior will not be tolerated. Now bitch you have two choices. One, you go to jail and end up some black thugs bitch or you stand up, pull your pants down to the bottom of your ass and go lay over the arm of the couch. Your only two choices bitch, decide now.
I'm so fucked. I stand up and start pulling my pants down. Then I move over and lay down over the arm of the couch. He comes over, not saying anything. He pulls one arm up behind my back holding me in place. Then he grabs my panties and pulls them up hard into my ass crack exposing my bare ass cheeks and then he spanks me. His hand really hurt and I try to move but he just pulls my arm up tighter. He hooks his leg over mine and really starts spanking me. I'm crying so hard by the time he stops. He moves away leaving me bent over the sofa arm, trying to stop crying and sobbing.
'You behave Stevie and we won't have to repeat this anytime soon. You just needed to learn what happens when I'm disappointed in you. Now get up, pull up your pants and thank me for your spanking. Maybe next time you will not disappoint me.'
I get up and pull my pants up. My ass stings so badly. I can't believe how hard he spanked me. I stand in front of him, eyes down, tears running down my cheeks, 'Thank you for my spanking Sir. I know how badly I behaved today and I promise I will do better.'
'I don't like having to give hard spanking Stevie but sometimes it's necessary to ensure boys know there place. Now look up at me and tell me you are going to be a good boy for me and not act like the bitch you did today.'
I look up at him. 'I will be a good boy for you Sir. I apologize for being a bitch today and thank you for spanking me for misbehaving. I deserved being spanked hard.'
'Lean up here and give me a kiss Stevie,' he says lowering his head, his lips heading for mine.'
I feel his lips on mine and his tongue presses between my lips and into my mouth. I feel his tongue on mine and his hand behind my head presses us together and I can't stop responding to him and find myself kissing him back. When he finally breaks the kiss, I'm out of breath and panting.
'Liked that didn't you Stevie? He takes my arm and leads me back to the mirror, his hands on my hips and I light touch of his crotch against my ass.
'Look in the girl in the mirror and then look at me and tell me who you see. What do you think her name is?' he asks me as he pulls me back till his crotch is pressed against my ass and I can feel his hard cock.
I look at him in the mirror and realize how out of control this is and how there's really no way for me to stop things. All I can think about is how the spanking hurt and how I don't want him to spank me anymore. My ass is still stinging and an occasional sob passes my lips as he presses against my sore ass.
'I see a man dressed up like a sissy Sir and I think she likes being called Stevie.'
'A man, hardly, maybe a pretty boy that wants nothing more than to be a sissy. Stevie, although kind of a feminine name, just doesn't fit the sissy as well as Steffie. Don't you agree? She needs a very feminine name.'
I have to try. 'Please Sir, please don't do this to me. I don't want to be a sissy. I'm not gay either.'
'Go over to the sofa and get in position Stevie.'
I panic. 'Please don't spank me anymore. My ass still really hurts.'
'Then maybe you should tell me what you want to be called.'
My shoulders sag, 'I hope you will call me Steffie when I'm dressed like this Sir.'
'That's a good girl Steffie. When dressed feminine you will be Stef or Steffie, the rest of the time you will be Stevie, my gay personal secretary. Are we clear on that?'
'Yes Sir.'
'You have had a very awakening experience today. You did things no guy would do unless he was a fag, maybe even a sissy fag. You need to think about what happened to you today and how it changed our relationship. It was so easy for everyone to see that you wanted to be a good little girl for me. I think you would have sucked every cock there if I would have told you to. You should have seen the look on your face. How badly you wanted it. You wanted someone to make you suck cock, didn't you boy? Don't lie to me.'
I try to think about how it made me feel and I know when I was controlled that I had such a sexual high. 'Yes Sir, I wanted them to make me do it with everyone watching.'
'Do what Steffie? What did you want to do?'
Looking down, 'I wanted a man to make me suck someone cock.'
'Look at me. You wanted to be a cocksucker for some strange man Stevie? What a naughty boy. Maybe you should have sucked Ben's cock. He is very interested in you. He runs a string of sissy boys. Both him and his boys have been cleaning up. So many men love pretty boys, especially obedient pretty boys.'
The thought of being alone with Ben would be scary. I saw the way he looked at me thinking about what he would make me do. 'Yes Sir, I couldn't believe how badly I wanted to suck a cock.'
'You wanted everyone to see how gay you really are, didn't you.'
'Yes, I wanted them to see me being a cocksucker.'
'I bet about now you wish you would have sucked my cock when you had the chance. Just imagine sliding your lips over my cock head, your tongue licking my piss slot. Trying to take it deeper but I make you slow down and make you think about finally having a cock in your mouth and how you love it.'
His breath hot in my ear as he whispers to me. I look at myself in the mirror. His hands on my hips moving me slowly back and forth against his crotch. I could feel his cock through his slacks. He turns us facing each other our side to the mirror.
'Undress me Steffie.'
I look at him but look down quickly and start unbuttoning his shirt. I pull it from his shoulders and lay it over a chair. I go down on my knees and untie his shoes and take them off, then his socks. I start to get up but he pushes my shoulders down making me stay on my knees. I reach up and undo his belt and then unfasten his pants and pull the zipper down, doing his all slowly as he looks down on me. I see the outline of his cock in a pair of tight white silky jockey shorts. I help him step out of his slacks and I put them aside.
'Leave them on for now Steffie and look at me Steffie.' I look up at him and it's like he towers over me. 'Now look straight ahead.'
I watch as he pushes the jockeys off and his cock is just semi-hard, hanging over his big balls. It thick and must be over six inches. He reaches down and takes his cock in his hand and starts jacking it off right in front of you face. You watch as it grows in his hand. He lets loose of it and it stands out in front of him. It must be over eight inches and the big mushroom head is a dark pink. I can't stop staring at it.
'I know you didn't want to suck my cock and that's ok. I know how hard it is to accept that you are a faggot and want to suck cock but look at my cock. Look at it,' he says as he strokes it just one more time and a big drop of precum hangs on his cock head. 'You do want to suck it, right Stevie?'
I just stare at that drop of precum. 'I will suck your cock if you still want me to.'
'I don't know, wouldn't be right to make you suck cock if you didn't want to but if I really believed it was something you wanted. Do you want to be a cocksucker Steffie, a gay little cocksucking sissy. Are you sure you want that?'
I can't take my eyes off that drop of precum, it looks like it might drop off. I wonder what it tastes like. 'Yes Sir, I want to be a cocksucker for you.'
'Beg Steffie, beg to suck my cock. You know how badly you want it. Maybe if you beg in your nice sissy voice I will let you lick up that drop you can't keep your eyes off. You really are so gay Steffie.'
My mind rushing from the ecstasy he had given me earlier. All I knew was that I wanted to suck his cock. I wanted to taste him. 'Please Sir, please let me suck your cock. I want your cock to be the first cock I ever sucked. Make me feel like such a cocksucker. Teach me to be the best cocksucker ever. Please fuck my mouth Sir.'
'Go ahead faggot. Lick it up. I can see how much you want to. Reach your tongue out and lick it up.' I hear his voice but it's almost like I'm watching the scene. His cock is right there in front of my face. 'Lean over and lick that off my cock. Now boy, I want to watch your tongue lick that precum off my cock. You know how badly you want it.'
I lean over and reach my tongue out and lick the precum off his cock. The texture is a little strange but the taste was different but not bad. My lips are barely off his cock.
'You want it don't you. It's ok. Everyone knows you are gay now so you don't have to hide it anymore. Suck my cock slowly into your mouth. Leave it in your mouth till informed otherwise.'
I slide my lips over his cock and suck him into my mouth.
'Think about it boy. You have a man's cock deep in your mouth. Oh yea, you told me earlier that you weren't gay. It's not right to lie is it? Now tell me how you are so excited about all the things that you were introduced to today. Tell me how Tiffany made you feel. I could see in your eyes how much you enjoyed the way she displayed you to the men. Think about how you felt when you made eye contact with the men. You didn't feel very manly did you? I mean how could you, dressed like a sissy queer. You liked having them watch you, didn't you Steffie?' he tells me as he pulls my head off his cock, pulling on my hair turning my face up at his, tears in my eyes as I have to look at him. He slide his cock slowly into my mouth and not stopping till I start to choke and he pulls his cock back a little and holds it in my mouth.
'Cocksucker, cunt, faggot, sissy, cumdump, wimp. This is your new life Steffie,' he says slowly, emphasizing each word, as he slow starts sliding his cock almost out and then slowly slides deep into my mouth again. You will be a good girl, you will be a pretty flaming faggot, you will be a wimp. You will be what I tell you to be and be it with whoever I tell you.'
I listen to what he says as he slowly face fucks me. He likes to make me choke as he tells me I will learn to take it and take much bigger ones. I bet you fantasize about sucking some big black guy's cock, being a submissive wimp to some black man. You on his bed on your knees, head down on the bed and him behind you shoving his cock up your boy pussy. His muscular body pressing his cock deep inside of you and holding it there. His arm around you throat pulling your head up as he pulls you back on his cock. I bet you would cry out like a little fucking girl. I bet you would even cry. You are so gay, Stevie.'
He continued face fucking me as he talked to me. Why was what he was describing making me so hard. Then he pulled his cock from my mouth. Slobber covered my lips with some running down my chin.
'You want it so bad,' he says as he rubs the slobber all over my face. 'But you aren't trying hard enough Steffie. Girls might suck my cock like you were but faggots suck cock, not half the cock, faggots take cock all the way into the sissy fucking mouths. Look at me.'
When I look up at him he suddenly slap me very hard. I almost fall to the side.
'Try harder faggot,' he orders as he slides his cock into my mouth. 'Worship that cock like it's the most important thing in your life. Show me what a cock sucking slut you are. I want to hear it, I want to see your face all covered with slobber. I want everyone to see you as the fag cocksucker everyone now knows you to be. Now impress me faggot,' he says slapping the other cheek even harder.
I suck his cock trying to please him. I polish his cock head with my tongue then push my head down taking him as deep as I can. His hands move to the side of me head and he starts slowly face fucking me.
'Did you like Ben? He does like his sissy boys and he is a very good trainer. Boys trained by Ben do as they are told. He is very interested in you Stevie. He likes taking straight boys and turning them into the naughtiest fag whores. He offered to buy you Stevie,' he says as he pulls me deep onto his cock forcing me to try to keep from gagging because he doesn't to take it out right away.
Trying hard to control my gag reflex. The feel of his cock so deep in my mouth is scary but I need to learn to control this. Thinking about Ben, I found him to be rather scary and knew I didn't want to be felt alone with him. He really hurt my nipples. Sir pulls his cock out and I take a big breath and his cock goes deep again. He does this over and over and soon his cock is fucking my throat. He holds my head tightly making me take it and then finally giving me a breath. It's like I have no control. Oh god, he starts face fucking me harder then suddenly pulls back and shoots cum all over my face. I can't believe I took his whole cock into my mouth. I taste some of his cum on my lips and I lick it off.
'Good little cumslut. I so enjoyed fucking your mouth. You are going to be a hot little piece of tail once word gets around about what a great cocksucker you are.'
He takes his finger and wipes some cum off my cheek and holds his finger in front of my lips. I open my mouth and he slides his finger into my mouth smearing the cum all over my tongue. Sucking on his finger makes me feel so nasty. He just watches me as he slowly feeds me all the cum he had shot on my face.
'Such a nasty little slut. Now get up and pull your pants down almost to your knees.'
I do as told and I'm standing in front of him, pants down, still in the sissy fag outfit. White panties cover my cock.
'I don't want you to leave without getting some satisfaction. I want you to keep your little cock tucked back like it is and I want you to reach down and rub your smooth pussy till you cum in your panties. You have five minutes or you will have to spend some time over my lap. Start now.'
That sounds like such a humiliating thing to do to a guy but my ass can't stand any more discipline so I reach down and start rubbing my crotch like I'm rubbing a pussy. He goes and sits in a soft chair in front of me.
'Rub that pussy Steffie. Maybe you should think about how it felt when Ben abused your tits. I know it had to hurt but if you had seen it like I did, you would have found it just as exciting as I did. The look on your face when you cried out was so precious. I know Ben and know that had to hurt a lot but it was something you needed and when you think about it honestly, you will hope you will experience more of that type of treatment. You don't realize how erotic you look when you are in either pain or pleasure. You love it and you will soon crave it. I have seen other boys like you before.'
I'm rubbing my crotch and it feels really good. I realize that I think I can cum this way. I listen to him talk to me. He acts like what he asks of me and what he makes me do is normal and I know it isn't. These people are into this scene seriously.
'I will control you Stevie. I will control when you cum. I will control who you see. You will do as told or you will be punished severely. What you experience today was not close to severely. Do you understand Stevie?'
'Yes Sir,' I reply feeling things are totally out of control and I'm just trying to keep it together. I can't believe what has happened in the last 24 hours. I went from a normal, maybe boring, lifestyle to being deep into the gay scene and many kinky people.
'Now I'm going to count down from ten. When I say cum you will cum in your panties. If you fail to cum, you will go over my lap again and I will reinforce how important it is to do as told.'
TEN...NINE...EIGHT...SEVEN
Eyes closed as I imagine I'm rubbing my pussy till I almost cum and realize I can't cum yet.
SIX...FIVE...FOUR...THREE...TWO...ONE...CUM FAGGOT!!
I cum so hard in the panties. I can feel it shot up between my ass cheeks. I can't remember ever coming that hard. God it felt so good, but after coming, feelings and thoughts change and now I just feel used and humiliated. He made me put on a show for him.
'Good boy, now you know how to cum like a girl and that is the only way your cock should be entertained. I find out otherwise and you will not like what will happen to you. Now go to bed and keep your cum filled panties on till morning. I will take you to your room now.'
He takes me into this bedroom that is totally set up as a sissy room. Everything is in pinks and whites, there is a makeup desk and I see open closets with dresses and other items hanging in them. He goes over and takes out a men's white long sleeved shirt and hangs it on a chair.
'You will wear this around the house until you deserve to wear more. You will sleep in just panties, your cum filled panties tonight, but after your shower in the morning put on a clean pair. You will find panties in the top drawer. You will wash your cum stained panties and hang them on the rack. Wear the shirt tomorrow. Now you go to bed and think about everything that happened to you today. The sales clerk, Taylor, Ben, your first cock, so many new people and adventures in your life.'
You will stay with me the rest of the weekend. Steffie, I have a man coming over tomorrow and I hope to sign a big deal with him. You will just wear this shirt and a pair of panties. This man has experience with boys like you so it's important to do as told. You will call me daddy and you will flirt with my guest. Thomas is quite attractive and I have been told has a nice big cock. Do not disappoint me.'
'Thinking about it, I bet you are such a good cocksucker from watching boys taking it deep in those nasty videos you watch. Boys like you watch gay porn and I bet you never fantasized about being be the man who is doing the fucking. No, you connect with the flaming fags and the sissy boys. You fantasize about being the boy on his knees begging to suck some stranger's cock, don't you Stevie? I was really surprised the first time you told me you weren't gay. I should have known you were lying. Now, no playing with yourself tonight when I leave you alone. I know you will want to but if you do, I will know and you will be punished. Now, get some sleep. We have a long day in front of us tomorrow.'
The way he talks to me is so humiliating. He leaves me alone and I get undressed. It feels so funny to be standing flat footed after being in those heels for so long. When I get down to the panties, I want to take them off. I feel them stick to me at times and the cum still felt wet but I know I have to leave them on. I crawl into bed, shut the light out and think about everything.
I can't believe I was at a party dressed like a sissy boy. I kissed my boss and it felt so good but later I didn't feel as good about it. I also kissed and danced with another sissy boy and the way he made me feel was quite amazing. I know I should have felt humiliated the way I acted but I didn't. All I could think about is what it felt like having all those men watching me. I think about how turned on I was when she pushed me in front of herself and preceded to showing me off to everyone there. I saw the way they looked at me. The men looked at me so much differently than the really gay and sissy boys. The men would want to use me, and probably abuse me, for their pleasures while the look from the others was very sexual like they wanted to make me more like them.
Then that man really hurt my nipples. I know he knew how badly it hurt but I think that pleased him. I remember telling everyone that I was gay and that I was a sissy.
The interaction with the clerk from Victoria Secret has been so scary but I can't help but think about her and how the way she treats me makes me feel. I think she likes to discipline bad boys and I know she liked humiliating me. Mr. Maddox must have told her to dress me up like that or, more likely, she convinced him that she should dress me up like a real sissy at the party. I could tell how much she enjoyed dressing me up and making me look at myself in the mirror as she verbally humiliated me and made me admit that I liked it. I don't know what to think when she makes me admit that I like it and want more of it. She is making me say it but why do I believe that she might be right about me. Do I want more? Am I really gay?
Then there is the fact that I sucked a cock tonight. I remember how he talked to me as I kneel there, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth. I know I was sucking on it like I really wanted it. I sucked cum off his finger like I couldn't get enough. Why did I behave like that? I bet it was the ecstasy. I know I was really high then but still? Why did I seem to like it so much? I remember how I felt when he was feeding me his cum off my face. I didn't feel disgusted. I wanted more. What is wrong with me? He shouldn't make me take drugs and then things might be different.
No way can I forget about the spanking he gave me. I have been rubbing my ass since he left the room. It still stings and feels hot. I tried not to cry but it hurt so badly. I thought he would stop but he didn't. He just kept spanking me till he knew it was enough and it was something I wouldn't forget about anytime soon. I remember how I felt after he stopped and I was still lying across the arm of the couch crying. My ass cheeks hurt so badly but what really bothered me was the fact that he made me feel that I probably deserved it. He told me how important it is to accept how things are now and that I had resisted. You fought it a little and that little was still too much. I remember how humiliating it felt to be crying and sobbing loudly as you watched me and made sure I knew you were was watching. I think my crying really turned him on. He likes treating me like this. I know when he looks at me now, he will think about what a pussy I must be for acting and sounding like a little girl while I was being spanked. I finally drift off to sleep. |
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"honey dawn",
"daddy dawn",
"cock removed",
"dawn continued",
"cum spurt",
"daddy bad",
"dawn pulled",
"daddy good",
"knew love",
"back daddy"
] | As I ended the first chapter of my love story, my Stepdaughter Dawn and I were returning from loading a Ryder truck with her possessions. We were to spend the night at home, then continue on to her new place in the morning. We had stopped on the way and enjoyed committing acts of sin by Dawn seducing her willing Daddy. No regrets.
We were 20 minutes from home when I asked Dawn to masturbate me before we get there.
"Are you hard again, Daddy? A guy your age should of been done after one orgasm. You've had two, now you want to try for three! What could be turning you on?"
"Quit you babbling, Sweetheart. You know damn well what's got it so hard, now relieve it; please?
"Since you said, please, I'd love to. Any special requests?"
"Yes. Stick one of your nylons over my cock and jack me off with it. "
As Dawn unsnapped and lowered the zipper to my pants, she asked me to lift my ass a little. When I did, she lowered them. Then she added, "Only if I get to drink your cum when the time comes. "
"When the time comes, it's all yours, Honey. "
Dawn got out one of her stockings and put my now throbbing dick inside. She wrapped her fingers around it and proceeded to slide them up and down my shaft. I've always wanted to have my cock played with as I drove. Dawn was making it happen.
Dawn's free hand played with my balls and teased my ass. This girl knew what excited and pleased me and would do it. The feel of her fingers, combined with the nylon, soon had my cock spewing cum into her stocking. Dawn held the nylon tight against the head of my cock so my cum would squeeze through and she could suck and lick it up. Dawn milked all the cum from my now softening cock, removed the nylon and licked me clean. Then she put the moist part of the stocking to my mouth, so I could smell and taste myself. When we were done, she helped me get my pants back up and snapped.
"Oh... Dawn, you've given me so much pleasure today. You've fulfilled so many of my fantasies. Thank you, Sweetheart!"
"No. Daddy, it's the other way around. I should Thank you! I was nervous and scared with what I planned today, but I knew deep down that if I couldn't seduce you, you wouldn't hold it against me. You would forgive and forget and that's what gave me the courage to try and I'm so grateful I did. You've given me much pleasure today too, Daddy. I won't forget it. "
It was around 11 P. M. when we got home and Jeanie was waiting up for us. Everything went well and I knew then, that if I continued my affair with Dawn, that I would be able to handle it.
I loved Jeanie and our life would not change. I would make love to her like always. I would not cheat her.
It was Thursday morning now and as Dawn and I were getting ready to leave, Mom fixed us breakfast. She couldn't come with us. She had training she had to attend for her job. I was disappointed, but only a little. It now meant I would spend the first few nights alone with Dawn in her new apartment. I felt like a horny teenager, instead of a 48 year old. My hormone and testosterone levels were sky high.
I was in the shower when I heard the door open. I just assumed it was my wife getting something. When I got out and dried off, I noticed a note on my clean clothes. It was from Dawn.
"Daddy, I felt a little guilty around Mom, but seeing how you handled it, I knew I could too. I know you love Mom and things between you and her will be alright. I'm sad Mom can't come, but I'm so thrilled and excited that you and I will have time alone. Don't forget that next time we do it, I get to fuck your sweet ass, Daddy. See you soon. Love, Dawn P. S. I left you something in your pants pocket. "
I looked in the pocket and found the red pair of panties that Dawn wore yesterday. There was a fresh load of cum in them, that I quickly and hungrily sucked up. Dawn must of been super horny this morning. When I was done, I put them on to wear.
As I walked into the kitchen, I winked at Dawn and mouthed a "thankyou. " She smiled back, licking her lips.
We ate breakfast, all of us chatting, like a normal family. I did the dishes as Mom and Dawn talked. When I was done it was time to go. Mom had to leave for work also.
"Have a safe trip, Honey and call me when you get there. " We hugged and exchanged our, I love you's. "Let me know when your coming home, but don't hurry. Enjoy yourself. "
"I'll try, Honey, but you know how Dawn is. She'll have me doing all kinds of things, "I said smiling.
Dawn slapped me on the back as I said that. "Oh, Daddy, you know I'm not that bad. You'll only have to do things to help me get settled and comfortable in my new place. "
Mom was laughing, telling us not to fight now and behave.
We promised her we would.
I got into the truck and headed out. Dawn soon followed in her car. We stopped at the station to fill the tanks and pickup some snacks. It would be a 51/2 hour drive to her new place.
Before we left the station, Dawn asked me if I enjoyed the juice she served me before breakfast.
"So much so, Sweetheart that I have them on. "
"Your a dirty old man, Daddy, but I love it. If you can't make it all the way, find a place to pull over and we'll see what I can do about it. "
"No way, Honey! I'll make it. No relief until we get you unpacked and your place is in some type of order. You told me in your note that you were fucking my ass next and I want to be as horny as I can for that experience.. I've read Transsexual stories telling how fantastic it felt to have the stiff hard cock of a shemale fucking and cuming up someone's ass. I hope so, cause I'm so looking forward to it. "
"Oh... Daddy, take my word for it. It did feel fantastic yesterday. I will fuck your ass good for you, Daddy and when I fill it with my hot seed, I guarantee, you will have an orgasm too. You'll have a long ride to think about that, Daddy and something exciting to look forward to. Drive safe and no speeding now, we will have lots of time together. I promise. "
The drive was going faster then I thought it would. One time, when we were still on the Interstate, Dawn pulled up along side my truck. As I looked over at her, she rolled her window down. What I saw was my sexy Stepdaughter with her shorts down playing with her beautiful hard cock. She smiled, blew me a kiss then fell back behind the truck. That was enough inspiration for me to get through the rest of the trip.
As we got to Dawn's new town, she took the lead and soon we were pulling up to her apartment building. It was 2 P. M. After she opened the door, she went for burgers and fries while I started unloading. I met a couple who lived next door and they offered to help. I graciously accepted. By the time Dawn returned we were nearly done with the truck. We finished before we took time to eat. I offered to share our food with our helpers, but they declined. They had dinner plans, but they did take a raincheck.
Finished with my snack, I started in the bedroom by putting the bed frame together. Soon everything was in order, except for the stuff in boxes. Next I tackled the living room where I put together Dawn's new entertainment center. I connected up all the components and tested them. They worked! All that remained was to empty boxes and put stuff in the right place and hang a few pictures.
Dawn was in the kitchen putting some things in an upper cabinet. I swooped up behind her and quickly encircled my arms around her. My hands moved down to her crotch where I enticed some growing by caressing her. My lips were busy kissing her neck. Soon one hand found it's way under her shirt and started massaging her bare breasts. Dawn leaned back into me and began moaning her approvable of my tempted seduction. When I tried to get her shorts off, she quickly came to her senses and pulled away.
"Oh no you don't, " she said. "You don't get to play till all the work is done. Now let's finish up. "
It was about 7:30 when that was accomplished. Next we went shopping for food, drink and necessities. Back and everything put away by 9:00.
"I'm going to shower now, Daddy. "
It didn't take Dawn long and as I going in, Dawn asked me to wear the gift she had gotten for me. It was in the green bag. It wasn't long before I was done showering and shaving and went to see what was in the bag. What I found was a sheer black thong. I put it on. There wasn't much to it, but it did feel and look good.
"Here I come, ready or not, " and when I opened the door, Dawn was standing in the living room about six feet away. Once again I was taken in by my Stepdaughters beauty.
"Oh Wow!" was all I could manage. She was standing there in blue stockings with matching garter. She also had on a blue baby doll nightie that barely covered her dick, which was hard and showing through. Her lips were bright red and she wore heavier makeup. I thought to myself, "Dave your one lucky son-of-a-bitch!"
Dawn burst my thought yelling, "get the fuck over here, Daddy and get on your knees and suck your little girl's dick. "
It was vulgar, but I loved it. The sights and sounds of Dawn excited me and I was quick to obey.
I quickly knelt before Dawn, lifted her nightie a little and started licking her beautiful piece of meat. My tongue was everywhere. I licked and sucked her testicles. I licked up and down and all around her shaft. I paid special attention to her sensitive head, licking and kissing every millimeter of it. When her cock started to ooze out some pre-cum, I was quick to lap it up. My hands were caressing her legs, when suddenly Dawn ordered, "That's quite enough prick teasing, Daddy, now suck it. "
I immediately cupped her ass with my hands and as I pulled her to me, my mouth opened to inhale her gorgeous cock. As I clamped my mouth upon her hardness, she started to fuck my mouth, as I sucked upon it deeply. "Oh... that's it, Daddy, now your making your little slut feel good. " After a few more minutes of this Dawn screamed, "get that virgin ass of yours into the bedroom, Daddy. Your little slut wants to fuck it now. "
I sat on the edge of the bed, laid back and lifted my legs exposing my virgin ass. Dawn took my hands and squirted some jell in each. Ready your ass and lube my cock, Daddy, I need to fuck you. "
When I finished, Dawn slid her erection to the entrance of my ass and plunged in. The pain was searing and a few moans escaped my mouth.
"Quit whining, Daddy and take your fucking like a man. "
As Dawn's tool did it's magic, I soon relaxed and started enjoying my ass fucking. I yelled back at her, "Come on, Honey, fuck my ass. Fuck, Daddy good.
My little girl was fucking me good now. Her balls were slapping against my ass as she pounded her meat in and out of my now well lubricated ass. It was turning into everything I hoped it would be.
"Play with your cock for me, Daddy. I want to watch you jack off, while I fuck you. I want to watch your cum spurt out and spew all over your belly. Do it, Daddy, beat your meat. Jack off for your girl. "
I grabbed my cock and beat it fiercely. The sight of me jacking off, while I watched my little girl fuck my ass, was too much and I soon yelled, "I'm cumming, Sweetheart! Oh... fuck I'm cumming! Watch Daddy cum for you. " I continued whacking my cock, my cum flying everywhere. With my free hand I scooped up some of my seed and fed it to her. That combined with all the moaning and cum spurting, Dawn's cock couldn't take it any longer. "Oh... fuck, Daddy, Oh... it's my turn. My turn to cum. " Dawn drove her cock deep into my ass as she deposited her seed.
"That's it, Sweetie, Fuck my ass, fill me up with your hot cum. Oh... baby, Daddy wants it. Give it all to me baby. " I could feel her hot cum spurt into my ass. It was a very erotic moment for me. One I knew I wanted more of. I knew I was hooked on Transsexual sex, just like I thought I would be, if I ever experienced it.
Dawn continued fucking me. Her cock never went soft.
"Oh... Daddy, I've never been so fucken turned on like this before. My cock just filled your ass up and pretty fucken soon it's going to erupt again. Play with my titties, Daddy!"
I reached up and started caressing her nipples through her nightie. As I was pinching and tweaking them, Dawn was moaning. I stayed with her titties, till I sensed a change in her pounding cock. I reached down grabbing and fondling her testicles. That's all it took. "Oh... fuck... I'm cumming... Daddy. I cumming...
"Pull out, Honey. Daddy will finish you off with his hand. I want you to shoot your cum into my mouth and on my face. "
Dawn did as I asked. She pulled her ready to explode cock out, swung around so she was near my face. I grabbed her swollen, red, pulsing cock and worked my hand up and down it. She screamed as cum blew out of her cock hole. Some made it into my mouth, but most covered my face. I used my tongue to lick up what I could.
Dawn was screaming and moaning. Her body was twitching. She was having one hell of an orgasm.
I played with her till she started to soften. Then I pulled her on top of me and hugged and kissed her. Her cock was lying next to mine. I never thought in my wildest dreams that anything like this would ever be, but it is and I'm loving it..
"Did you like that, Daddy?"
"You bet I did! It was everything I hoped it would be and more, Sweetheart. I've never experienced so much pain turn to pure pleasure, so fast. You can fuck your Daddies ass anytime you want. "
"Oh, Daddy, I knew you would love it as soon as I felt you in my ass. "
"When I was up your ass, Honey, it was so tight. I've never fucked a pussy that could clamp down on my cock like that. "
"I know, Daddy and because a ass is so tight, you can really feel your cum as it travels up inside your tube, just before it spurts out of your cock. "
"Speaking of cum, let's get you cleaned up, so I can get my lips on you again. "
We went into the bathroom and I soaped up her cock good. I scrubbed it with my fingers, then rinsed it off and dried it. We went into the living room and cuddled up on the sofa. Within minutes my loving girl was out. It's been a very physical and emotional day. I picked her up and put her to bed. I removed her garter, then peeled her nylons down. Dawn never woke up. I laid down beside her, my arm around her, my hand palming her breasts and fell asleep.
I woke up first. It was about 7:45. I looked over at my Stepdaughter and she still looked as sexy as she did last night. I decided to see how long it would take her to wake up with me sucking her cock. I removed the covers and slowly moved into position to take her into my mouth.
I started by kissing it through her nightie. Then I pulled the nightie up with my teeth before I brought my mouth to her flaccid penis. I took her into my mouth, sucking slowly, as my tongue teased it to start growing. The more I played with it, the more it grew. Dawn still slept, but she did begin to stir. I concentrated on her cockhead. I licked and sucked the sensitive head, even to the point of trying to insert my tongue into her cockhole. Her pre-cum was flowing now and when I tasted it, it excited me to wrap my fingers around her full cock and pump her, as I sucked the head.
Dawn was coming out of her sleep now and was starting to moan loudly. "What the fuck you doing, Daddy. Oh... fuck yea, what a way to wake up. "
I took my mouth away from her cock, but I continued my masturbation of her hardon. "I enjoyed my breakfast juice so much yesterday, Sweetheart, that I decided to get some straight from the fruit today. " Then I took her back into my hungry mouth.
"Get ready, Daddy, the fruit is ready to give up it's nectar. " She put her hands on the back of my head as she lifted her ass off the bed and shoved her meat deep into my thirsty mouth. "Oh..... Oh..... , Drink it, Daddy, Oh..... , drink your daughters hot seed. Oh..... fuck, Daddy, Oh... it feels so... goood" Her cock was spraying cum deep down my throat as I fought to keep up with it. I was getting better. I didn't let any of her warm, salty nectar escape.
I sucked her till her cock was as I found it, flaccid.
I slid up and kissed her, Goodmorning. "I woke up today, Sweetheart, still groggy and thought the happenings of the last two days was a erotic dream. As I came more awake, I turned and saw you lying there. I knew then that all the pleasure I had felt was real. Having that feeling of all that pleasure, I wanted to share it with you. That's why I woke you the way I did and I will promise, that I will wake you up many more times that way. "
"I hope so, Daddy. At first it feels like a wet dream, then as the pleasure builds, you start to come out of it. It is very arousing to wake up having your sex organ sucked. That was this nicest, most unselfish thing anyone has done for me. Thankyou, Daddy. "
I gave her one last kiss, then got up to shower.
Dawn pulled me back down. "I got something to tell you, Daddy. "
"Nothing bad I hope, " I said.
" I hope not, Daddy. The night we got home, after you and Mom went to bed, I called Anna. "
"You didn't tell her about us and what we did, did you?"
"I'm sorry, Daddy, but Anna knew I was going to try and seduce you and when she asked, I had to tell her. Were very close, Daddy, I couldn't keep anything this good from her. "
"You told her everything Dawn?"
"I told her everything, Daddy. She got very excited. I knew she was fingering herself Daddy, as I told her the sordid details. I told you earlier she finds you attractive. By the time I finished, I knew she had cum. She is a good fuck, Daddy. Her pussy is still young and tight and she has a willing ass. She's not much at sucking cock yet, but I've been working with her. I know you would enjoy fucking her, Daddy, just as I know she would do anything, to have you do her. "
As Dawn was talking, I was unaware that I was playing with my cock. It wasn't till I was about to cum that I came out of my trance.
"Oh, Daddy, look at you playing with yourself. Your got excited when I was talking about Anna, didn't you. Let me finish jacking you off, Daddy. "
I released my grip and Dawn took over. She continued to talk about her sister. "Anna would love to have you fuck her pussy, Daddy. Just think, she's only 20, Daddy. Think how good it would feel to fuck such a young cunt. "
I was getting ready to explode. "
"She's hairless too, Daddy. Imagine licking her pussy and sucking her clit while she wiggles in pleasure. Then you raise up and she guides you to her opening. You part her pink, wet pussy lips as you slide that hard prick of yours into your youngest daughter. "
That's all I could take and I started to cum. "Oh... Fuck you, Dawn! Fuck you and your hot fiction. Oh it sounded so real, so exciting, if only. "
I continued to moan as Dawn took my spurting cock into her mouth and commenced to swallow my cum. A little escaped, but her tongue quickly recaptured it. When my cock was soft, I laid back, spent.
Dawn pressed her lips to mine and gave me a wet kiss. "It's not fiction, Daddy. What time is it?"
"It's about 10:15. Why?"
Anna left home about 8 this morning. She will be here around 12:30. You better get some more sleep, Daddy. Your going to need it. |
Stew, Steph, Sherry and Rich | 15,268 | 4.53 | 1,036,561 | [
"lesbian sex"
] | Rich worked as a Customer Service Representative at the local bank, Steph worked for an ambulance company as an Emergency Medical Technician. She worked an ambulance on a 12 hour shift. She had done 3, 24 hour shifts per week, but the company owners altered the schedule to 12 hour shifts when they found that many of the crews were becoming a bit too tired on busy nights. Steph could not have been happier. The 24 had been interesting and challenging and there were some UP sides to it, but overall, she was glad to get to a semi-normal life. When dispatching, an EMT would work a straight 8 hour shift since they were required to be awake the whole shift wherein the crews working the trucks could grab naps, especially on the 6pm-6am shift when, depending on the night, NOTHING might happen. Steph worked the day half but when the opportunity knocked to grab another 6 (until midnight) she would. Steph would grab these six as often as possible. The extra money was a blessing. This being a night off, she could have gotten the whole 12 hours but settled for just the 6-midnight.
The shift was going slow. Since the city EMS/Fire Department did most of the emergency runs, the private company was essentially the backup ambulance and of course would have to handle the transfers, and ordinary runs expected of a private ambulance company. A prime example was Henrietta Henshaw who on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays need dialysis and the company would transfer her to the kidney center where the 24 hour staff would help get her over to be fixed up. Easy work. She'd come out at 4 a.m. and they would simply drive her to her treatment. Such excitement!!!! There was always at least two crews working, days often meant at least 3.
Steph was working with Joel. Joel was a worn down, beaten up old school EMT with the 'been there/done that' attitude. He had worked for a neighboring city's EMS for almost 15 years but had gotten burnt out and quit after an especially tough night where in one shift he had taken a kid to the hospital who had drank drain cleaner, a woman who had been beaten by her husband, and a 60 year old woman who was hit by a hit and run driver. He needed a break and took one. After four months of laying around feeling self pity and trying a couple of different menial jobs, he decided being an EMT was his calling, but the city wouldn't take him back, so here he was working for a private company making far less and having no union.
Steph and Joel got a call to the college on a report that the cops had a student drunk and vomiting. It was a call no one liked, especially the cops on campus. They always felt like they were bothering the ambulance crews and in a way they were, but it wasn't THEIR fault, they were doing what they had to do. The crews didn't like the calls either. A stupid kid who didn't know how to handle a few drinks and tied up an ambulance, but they certainly didn't expect the cops to put a puking kid in a cruiser. It was a lose/lose situation. Well, not for the owners of the company. A run was a run and a run was income.
They pulled up by the police cruiser and were directed in by a student who was a bit hyped up. "Oh my God, he's in here. I have no idea how much he drank, but it was a LOT. I hope you can help him. I hope he doesn't die. I gave him some water and...."
Steph cut him off. "Why did you give him water?"
"I didn't want him to dehydrate. I mean he's bad off enough why let that happen?"
"Nimrod, it's going to take more than that for him to dehydrate. When you gave him the water, what did he do?" Steph asked.
"Threw up again."
"Right. Don't do that again and don't worry, he's not about to die, just please calm down."
They entered the room where a kid of about 19 was lying on his stomach, puke was everywhere and the kid's pants were ½ down. He was sort of mumbling and spitting. The cop handed the kid's identification card over to Steph and said, "This is his third time like this. You guys took him the second, we took him the first. This seems to be his worst."
Steph had dealt with this cop before on a number of occasions. Nice guy, kind of cute. He gave them a hand bundling the kid up and getting him on the gurney without getting vomit on them and off they went to the hospital. Later on, Steph and Joel stopped by the Dunkin Donuts for a coffee and a snack. A cruiser was parked in the lot. "Typical, eh?" said Joel. Steph smiled but was a little irritated by the stereotyping.
Steph said, since Joel was driving, she'd go in. When she got inside, she saw the cop from the drunken student standing at the back of the line. Walking over she said, "So, let's hope that's it for the night, eh?" Then she stuck out her hand and said, "With all the times we've worked together, we've never actually met. I'm Stephanie, or Steph."
The cop looked at her hand, grunted and looked away. Steph was about to lose it when he laughed and turned and said, "Sorry, that didn't come off as funny as my mind said it would." He offered his hand and said, "I'm Stew. How is it you often seem to get our drunken little children? You always work nights?"
"No, actually I'm a day slug, but I do pull a night shift now and then and it always seems that I end up visiting you guys. I gotta tell ya, we deal with you guys, the city cops and the Troopers and you guys are always the nicest. The city guys are OK I guess, but it always seems like their pissed off at EVREYTHING and the Troopers, well, I can't put my finger on it but...."
"Kind of stiff?"
"Yeah, that's a good way of putting it. I mean professional, courteous efficient, but a lot of them seem to lack personality.
The both chuckled at that. "My wife is a city cop." Stew added. Steph wasn't sure if he was telling her this to make a point of letting her know he was married or to put her on notice to not dump on the city cops. Either way, she would let the comparisons die.
"So, you're a 3-11 guy?"
"No, I'm on overtime. I'm 11-7 and LOVE it."
"Been there, done that, never again." Steph countered. "If it works for you, you're golden. If it doesn't, BLECH!
Both chuckled again.
They both got their coffee, bid each other adieu and went their separate ways.
The shift ended with virtually nothing else happening which made Steph VERY happy. She was tired. When she got home Rich was already asleep. As tired as she was, Steph needed to sit up for a few and unwind a bit. She got some hot herbal tea and put on the TV only to find it was tuned to their favorite premium cable channel and one of the soft core porn movies was playing. Steph grunted and reached for the remote to change the channel when she saw that the scene it was on had a uniformed cop. Lack of interest turned to mild interest. These movies were always a bit silly and the sex a bit unreal, although Steph now knew from personal experience what COULD happen! She grinned. She and Rich would occasionally watch these and play "Spot the Limp Dick" a game involving trying to spot a quick shot of a guy's penis in the middle of screw scene. Since it was simulated sex, the guys were NEVER hard in real life and on occasion, a director or editor would miss the guy's flaccid member lying on its side or hanging lifeless.
The cop was asking the woman about some crime, "Who cares. The stories are always so thin," thought Steph and as the cop questioned her, the woman began to come on to him. He stripped off his uniform and well, 'got it on'. As Steph watched, her primary thought was, "I wonder if cops can get their stuff off as quickly in real life as in the movies. It seems like it's just, unhook the belt, drop it on the floor, strip off a thin layer of uniform and BANG, he's in." Then she wondered about Stew. "Not a bad looking guy really. I wonder how fast he can strip. I wonder if I'm met his wife?"
Her eyelids were getting droopy and it was time to sleep. Back up again in the morning and back to work. If she was lucky, she'd get about 4 hours sleep; better than some nights!
The alarm went off at 5 and Steph was in and out of the shower before Rich even budged. She made some toast and was out the door by 5:30 for the 20 minute commute to the 'barn', or the garage/headquarters of Bay State Emergency Medical Service. Twelve years she'd worked there and had decided early on, being an EMT-Basic was fine with her. She had no real desire to move up to Paramedic. Too much work. She had dabbled with Nursing School briefly about 10 years earlier but found it costly and very unexciting. She enjoyed the emergency runs, even if they weren't as plentiful as the city's. She had applied to the city's EMS but they hired 12 immediately before facing a hiring freeze. Two years later when they were ready to hire again, Steph just didn't bother. She had a decent amount of seniority here and plenty of vacation time and blah blah blah. She was just not up for starting at the bottom at this point in her life, no matter how good she'd do in the long run.
She met up with her partner, Ralph "The Bad One" Sanders. Ralph had been with a county ambulance service down south and had more horror stories (car wrecks, burns, explosions, gunshot wounds, etc.) from his 17 years there than anyone at Bay State had, EVER. And most were verified as REAL stories. He was just BAAAAAAAAAD!
They climbed into the truck and headed for their 'satellite' area near St. Mark's Hospital. They began to chit chat about mindless things, weather, sports (which neither really cared about), movies, the usual things people chat about when there's nothing to chat about. Then without warning, Steph asked Ralph, "You ever do it in an ambulance, Ralph?"
"Should I park this somewhere more secluded or is right here ok with you?" he asked very matter-of-factly.
"No, I'm not suggesting anything, I'm just curious. You're a good looking guy, been married, what 4 times; you MUST have done it in a rig once or twice. What's it like?" then she added, "And no, I'm not asking for a demonstration."
"It's kind of hot. Best part is, the damn thing IS a kind of a camper, bed and all. I met my second wife after getting the job with the county. She had started 5 years before me and she was training me. We got a call of a naked guy on his roof with bad sunburn. I mean, STUPID call, right? So, we get there and his wife brings us up there, thank God there were stairs. I was much younger then, but I was NOT going to carry this a-hole down a ladder. We get there and he's cooked. Went for a damn tan and fell asleep, NAKED. His damn pecker is cooked too, COOKED SAUSAGE! Hung like a steer too. BEEF sausage." Ralph giggled at that one. "We get him as wrapped in gauze as possible and, well, long story short after we drop him off at the E/R, we're driving back to the sub-station to write this up and Kelly says, Kelly was her name, Kelly says, 'Big Dick, eh?' I says, 'What, HIM? Nah, that ain't nothin''. She says, 'What's that supposed to mean. You bigger?' I just grinned. She says, 'PROVE it.' We pull over, climb in back and screwed like rabbits."
"So," Steph was curious now, "Were you bigger?"
"Nope, and I never did say I was, but she liked my boldness and she had a sense of humor. We got married three months later. Divorced three years after that."
Rich in the meantime was at work and being flirted with by Mindy Klausen, the assistant manager who kind of had a thing for Rich. Rich was trying like hell to ignore her since he found her, well, he didn't really like her. She was one of these women who calls everyone, Honey, and sounded so sincere that she dripped honey all over the place. She made things sticky. But, even Rich had to admit, she had a nice face and killer tits.
As Mindy sat at Rich's desk, keeping him from his work, which he REALLY needed to get done, there was suddenly a commotion at the teller line. A guy immediately ran out and bolted. Mindy went over to find out what was going on and Ruth, the senior teller, a woman of about 64 calmly stated, "We were just robbed." Ruth had been through 5 robberies and so as long as no gun was shown, she took it all in stride and was as cool as a cucumber. She said she had already hit the alarm and put a dye pack in the sack with the money and "That asshole should be turning purple within the next five minutes. Sons Of A Bitch rob me, eh?" Cool as a cucumber.
While awaiting the responding police units, Mindy called 9-1-1 and had Ruth give a description of the guy to the dispatcher so that any car in the area could start looking as soon as possible.
The first cop in the door was a older guy. He came in very cautiously, looked around and then motioned for his partner to enter. Rich watched as this rather cute lady cop walked in and also surveyed the area. She and her partner got the basic scoop from Mindy and while the older cop talked to Ruth, the lady cop was asking various people what they had seen, if anything. When she got to Rich, he said, "Well, I'll be honest, I was trying to get some work done here at my desk and fend off the advances of my assistant manager, so I didn't see a damn thing. Didn't even know anything was happening until it was over. I did see the guy run out and got a bit of a look, but, honestly, I doubt I'd be of any use." She thanked him and took his name. "I'm sorry; I didn't get your name." Rich added.
"Well, I hadn't offered it but its Sherry, well, Officer Leary, Sherry Leary."
They shook hands and off she went.
That evening after Steph got home about 6:30, they sat for dinner and Rich told her all about the robbery and the cute cop he met.
"It must be fate," said Steph, "We're both meeting cute cops these days." Then she told him about Stew.
That night, Steph was feeling a bit horny and sensed Rich was also. She went into the bathroom and while there, 'cleaned up a bit' and brushed her teeth and came out naked. Rich was already as hard as a rock.
"Let's do some roll playing," said Rich. "You be a lady cop named Sherry and I'll be a guy cop named Stew and we'll make out on a stake out!"
"I see you're expandable baton is at the ready."
"I have to be careful not to shoot my load too soon. I'm glad I got fixed after the kids were born, 'cause shootin' blanks is much safer." He paused. "Ok that was bad."
Steph walked over to the bed and slid her hand around Rich's ball sack. He just smiled and watched her. Then she said, "Ok, partner, what do you say to a little interrogation?"
"But I'M not the suspect. However, if you keep this up, I'll tell you anything you want to know."
Steph, still grabbing his cock began to push it over, like she was slapping his abdomen with it and she said, "I'm beating you with your own club!" Then she took it in her mouth. "I'm going to try and disarm you." She said when she released him...temporarily.
She started to suck him and pump him, her grip tight and firm, her tongue darting around the head, then she climbed up and straddled him and began to ride him for all she was worth, humping him, hard and furious, her tits dangling and swaying in front of his face. Rich tried a couple of times to grasp one with his mouth, but found himself simply slapped in the face. He gave up and just enjoyed her ride.
Her hips were rising and falling like a machine on his member and she looked like she was in a rodeo, riding for the big brass buckle. Then she sat up, turned around slowly, not losing his cock, and began to ride again, this time massaging his balls as she went. Rich had no choice, he came, firing his jizz like he was shooting off a bazooka. Steph, for her part began to squirm and mouth incoherent words as she rode him for all he was worth. She hummed and moaned until she came, squirting again! Rich was suddenly soaked but she kept going for another minute or two. Neither was sure but Rich knew he had NOTHING left and was getting worn out.
Once she was finished, Steph stripped the bed, put on new sheets with the help of Rich and they lay naked together, holding onto each other.
"So," began Rich, "Thinking of your cop friend?"
"Were YOU?" She countered.
They both laughed at that. Steph gave Rich a little pickle tickle and they went deeply into sleep.
The next shift for Sherry was a bit much. Another robbery, probably the same guy had tied up many of the cops for a good portion of the morning. Once things got back to normal, she had responded to two vandalisms, two parking complaints and what was reported as a domestic dispute that turned out to be just a couple arguing about how much to fee their cat. It had gotten a bit loud and a neighbor got nervous. Then there had been a car accident in which two people were severely injured. The city ambulance/fire rescue got overwhelmed and Bay State had been called. The EMTs arrived and found that the worst injured were already gone and they got the leftovers. Steph walked up to the guy lying on the ground with a cut over his left eye.
"I told him to stay put since he's out of traffic and said he hit his head. You can clearly see how spider webbed the windshield is." Sherry told the EMTs.
"Yeah, you did the right thing just having him stay put." Said Steph. They began to package him up and Steph got up and looked at Sherry. "Hmm, cute lady cop. I wonder..." and she checked out Sherry's name tag. "Oh, Leary. You met my husband."
"No it's just Leary, not O'Leary and who is your husband?"
"He works at the bank that got robbed yesterday. Rich Danner. He said you were very cute but...." She caught herself, "and I let him know in no uncertain terms that he was to keep his eyes on ME. But I do understand men, I think." Said Steph. "I'm Stephanie Danner, I'm pleased to meet you."
With that Steph had to turn her full attention back to the patient and after they put him on a backboard and wrapped him up, they headed with lights only (it's not like he was dying) to St. Marks.
Sherry finished scribbling some notes and then remembered Stew saying something about a sexy EMT the other night. "What are the odds?"
Sherry got home that evening and Stew was asleep still. She crept into the bedroom and slipped off her clothes leaving just her panties. She slid into bed and wrapped an arm around Stew who began to come around a bit. He woke up and kissed Sherry's hand as she ground a bit against his back. Then he rolled over and said, "Hello sexy. How are you this evening?"
Sherry purred that she was fine but tired and planned to go right to sleep.
"It's only 5 o'clock?" grumbled Stew, realizing he hadn't gotten as much sleep as he had hoped and would have to be up to go back to work in 4 hours. "Arrg, I love you but sometimes...."
"You love me, that's enough. Oh," she suddenly barked from her half sleep, "I met your hot EMT today. I'm pretty sure it was her."
"YOU DID?" Now he was awake. "Where?"
"A car accident. We got talking a bit and she introduced herself. I didn't have a chance to, off they went, but I recall you mentioning her name, Steph. She is kind of hot." She added.
"You think so? I love that you would say it. Gives me the tingles." Stew grinned.
"Yeah, me too. Good night." And Sherry fell asleep. Stew managed to get another hour in before work, he was lucky he did since his mind was so focused on Sherry making that kind of comment about a woman and NOT being jealous. He knew he had hit the jackpot with this one.
Steph got home and said to Rich, "I met your cute cop today. You were absolutely correct in calling her cute. Very pretty, nice titties and a little extra in all the right places!"
Rich just sat and stared. During the Frank Discussion she had eluded to having sex with a woman, but now she was even talking like she was attracted to one, and a cute one at that. "So, you agree, she's cute?"
"Hell yeah," replied Steph, "I'D do her!" and she left the room. Rich began to scheme. Then Steph came back in and said, wouldn't it be funny if she was married to the cop I talked to the other night? They laughed about that and had dinner, put the kids to bed and then settled to watch some TV.
Next shift saw Steph and Ralph head immediately out of the garage to the college for a broken arm. They didn't have time for the usual cup of coffee at the start of the shift. When they arrived 5 minutes later, it was just turning 6 a.m. "We were on OVERTIME!" groaned Steph.
They arrived at the gym where a staff member brought them in to where the patient sat moaning. Steph's cop friend, Stew was standing, notebook in hand writing down the guys information.
"Well, look who's here!" said Steph as she approached. "So, now I see you in your natural element. You finish up at 7?"
"Well, nice to see YOU as well. Yeah, I'm done at 7, you just starting?"
"Yup. Early start, 0555 hours. A whole five minutes. I think I should put in for overtime."
In the meantime, Ralph was doing a quick assessment of the ailing basketball player and he motioned for Steph to come over and together they got the guy into a sling. The break didn't appear to be too bad so why go to all the trouble of a splint? It would take longer to put that on than the ride to the hospital.
As they walked the guy out to the rig, Steph took a glimpse at Stew's nametag. "LEARY!?! Hey, I think I met your wife and my husband met her too!"
"Yeah, Sherry told me she met that cute.....er," Stew looked at the ground and then added, "Really, how did this happen? I mean Sherry meeting your husband."
"She interviewed him at the bank he works at after it was robbed and I met her at a car accident. But obviously you already know that one. Nice kid. You did alright for yourself."
"I like to think so."
With that, they loaded the guy into the back and off they went to the hospital.
Stew admired her ass as she climbed in with the patient and said to himself, "Ah, to fantasize....."
Shift was over, Stew had to write up this incident and get the hell home.
The next few days were essentially uneventful for all of them but on one day, Stew was working overtime on the day shift when he heard a call on the city frequency saying that there was a bus accident at 11th Street and Euclid Avenue. Two busses were involved. One was a transit authority bus and the other belonged to the college. He heard Sherry get sent and an ambulance was requested. Then it was send a few more ambulances. Numerous injuries were being reported but none appeared serious. Stew's dispatcher came on the air and dispatched Stew to the scene. He would have to make out a report as well. "Oh, goodie," Stew beamed, "I get to see Sherry and, hmmmm, maybe Steph is there!"
When he arrived he saw everyone doing their part and he parked his car strategically so as to assist in blocking the street from unnecessary traffic. When he got up to the crash he was directed to the officer who would be doing the accident report for the city and got as much information as he could from him, then went and spoke with the college bus driver and a few of the passengers who weren't being treated by EMTs. The city cop had told him that there were, it seemed only 9 injured on the college bus and maybe about 29 on the transit bus, probably at least 11 had actually been on the bus when the accident happened. Stew got a kick out of that.
He saw Sherry, she saw him but both had a lot on their plates and couldn't talk other than a little wave and Stew made a kissy face. He also saw Steph working on one of the football players who had been on the bus. "Well, gotta talk to as many students as possible anyway," he thought and made his way over.
"This is becoming a pretty regular thing. You STALKING me?" Steph asked, kiddingly.
"Yeah, and my wife is right over there so, my stalking has to be very covert or this bus accident might become a crime scene when she shoots me." They laughed a bit which made the poor football player wince as the sling she was putting on the kid jiggled a bit. "Nice," she though, a bit angry with herself for not sticking to business." Stew interviewed the kid a bit, bid Steph adieu and went on to the next person.
When all was said and done, seven had been transported to the hospital, ten had decided to seek medical attention on their own and the rest said they were fine or that they needed to talk to their lawyer before they could determine the extent of the injuries.
Stew and Sherry had a brief talk before clearing but in that talk, Sherry asked, "Are you getting the hots for that EMT?"
"Hey, she's a great looking woman, but she's married, I'm married to the hottest woman in the state, no, nation, and frankly, maybe I like to look and flirt, you don't have to worry about me. I'm just too damn crazy about you to make that kind of mistake again."
"AGAIN?"
"Now I'm screwing with YOU!" They parted and finished their shifts. Back at home however the subject came up again.
"You know, she seems to like you, too." Sherry started at dinner.
"Who? Oh," it was obvious who Sherry was talking about. "That's fine, but I'm not stupid."
"Her husband wasn't a bad looking guy and, not to sound like a narcissist, he seemed taken with me."
Stew's mind was racing as to what she was getting at. He deep down, knew, but was afraid if he said it, he'd be wrong and she'd slam him against the table.
"I'm sure he was. You're a babe." Stew stated, trying to avoid the thin ice that lay before him.
"I wonder what their social life is like."
Stew couldn't take this. Even though the conversation had been short, it was heating up, rapidly. He couldn't contain himself, "What are you getting at?"
"Oh, nothing I guess. Say, is the football game on tonight or is that tomorrow?" Sherry threw a curve at Stew and he did a double take.
"I don't know. I don't care about sports, you know that. Where were you taking that conversation?" He wasn't at all angry, just becoming very interested.
"I don't know, just talking." And she finished her dinner and brought her plate to the sink.
Later, she and Stew snuggled into bed and Sherry reached down and slid her hand under his shorts and began to massage him. For his part, Stew just enjoyed himself. Sherry rubbed his now hard cock and then threw the covers off, pulled his shorts down and began a very slow, deliberate and very satisfying hand job. Stew reached for her, but she brushed his hand away. "Just let me do this," she cooed, and he did.
As she pumped, long, careful strokes, she said, "I wonder if Stephanie does this for her husband. I wonder if he licks those nipples of hers or bites them?" Stew just listened with a broad smile on his face. "I noticed you watched her ass, it's a nice ass. No doubt the pants don't do it justice, those nice oh so practical baggy pants. Not that baggy, but I bet they hide a real treasure."
Stew was picturing this and the fact that his oh so hot wife was the one saying all this was just the frosting on the cake.
"Do you think she waxes, shaves or goes with a bush?" asked Sherry as she began to pick up the pace. "I may have to ask. A woman can ask these things where a guy can't. I bet she's smooth as silk, and warm and wet. I bet she smells like strawberries. What do you think babe?" Sherry's last sentence was the last one spoken before Stew shot like a fountain. He was so glad it had just been a hand job because if she had blown him, her mouth would have been full and she never could have said all that. Sherry had a smirk on her face as he wiped her hand off with some tissue then went to wash her hands and get Stew a towel. He just laid there grinning.
Morning came and Stew slept in. Days off were a precious commodity. Sherry had to go off to work.
She was walking down the sidewalk after taking a report from an old man who claimed to have been beaten by aliens, and yes, he made it clear, the type from outer space, when she saw Rich. She didn't recognize him at first since it had been a couple of weeks but he recognized her right away.
"Hey, Officer Leary, so nice to see you," he began, holding out his hand. Seeing she was a tad confused, Rich added, "Rich Danner. From the bank a couple of weeks back."
"OH, Yeah, you're Steph's husband."
Rich's first thought was how does she know who my wife is, then he thought, she knows THAT before she knows she interviewed me? He was just a tiny bit hurt, but couldn't let it show. However, he had to ask, "You know my wife?"
"Yeah, we've worked together. In fact, she's met my husband who's a cop over at the college."
"NO SHIT! Ok, Steph had mentioned him after a couple of calls they went on. Damn, small world." Rich's mind was now wondering just how the four of them could pair up. Ever since he and Steph had begun to 'experiment', he was always thinking of new angles and new people to get involved with. This cop was no exception.
"She's a nice kid," added Sherry, not taking into account that Steph was probably a few years her senior.
"Yes, I like her a lot, hell, I love her. HELL, I LOVE TO LOVE HER!" Rich caught himself and realized he might be overdoing it.
"Well, I can't say I blame you. She's a beautiful woman," Sherry declared.
This piqued Rich's interest. He decided it wouldn't hurt to make a reach and he said, trying to sound very blasé about it, but he just had to add, "We should all go out some night. Two cops, an EMT and a banker, we could tell some good stories and have a few laughs. Ok, you three could tell some good stories and I'd just have the laughs."
Sherry, without hesitation said that could be fun. "Let me talk to Stew and maybe we could figure something out. Here's my card." Sherry handed Rich her business card and put her home phone number on the back. Rich, not wanting to be rude, did the same with his business card. They bid each other farewell and went their separate ways.
That night, each told their other halves what had happened. Stew and Steph listened and mulled over the idea, each having ulterior motives in the backs of their minds.
Stew asked Sherry, "I mean, this guy could be a total creep. Why would we want to go hang out with them? We don't even know them."
Steph asked Rich, "Do you think they're really interested in just hanging out? We don't really know them but they are a nice looking couple. I love her long hair, but I mean, they may not be interested in anything. Is this a good idea?"
Sherry said to Stew, "Rich seems nice enough and Steph is pleasant. You even said she's got a good sense of humor. I haven't been able to talk to her enough but I trust your judgment. Plus, wouldn't it be nice to have friends besides cops?" When Stew tried to point out that they had plenty of friends who weren't cops, she just cut him off saying, "Not enough."
Rich said to Steph, "I'll be honest, I think we'd have fun regardless. Nothing to lose, everything to gain. I'm going to give her a call." And he did.
Sherry and Rich made the arrangements. Stew would be off the following Saturday evening, Steph got out of work at 6, plenty of time for going out. Sherry was already using a vacation day and Rich's bank closed at 3 on Saturday so he was free and no one had any real obligations the next day. Perfect, they could party hardy if they hit it off.
Saturday came and they met at the Ming Palace restaurant. They all exchanged greetings and then went in for dinner and a few drinks. Stew and Steph had to go very slow since they were driving, but Rich and Sherry covered for them with a few Suffering Bastard drinks. The food, best Chinese restaurant in town, was terrific and they packed up what was left to bring home. The conversation was very enjoyable and all four found themselves very comfortable with each other. A couple of times Sherry slipped her hand under the table to give Stew's crotch a little rub. Sherry picked up on the fact that Steph seemed to do the same thing to Rich and of course, the boys reciprocated. This evening was going swimmingly!
After dinner and a few more drinks, they could see that the wait staff was getting a bit impatient wanting the table so they got up to leave.
Once in the parking lot, Stew said, "This was great. I had fun. Sherry had to talk me into it, NOTHING PERSONAL, but I really had a nice time."
Sherry spoke first in response, "HAD?!? WAS?!? What the fuck Stewart? This night isn't over yet."
Rich interjected, "I believe you're wife is ready to keep up the party."
Steph and Stew, both quite sober just looked at each other. Then Stew added, "Well, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply I was done, I was just leaving everyone an out, in case, you know?"
Steph said, "Why don't we go back to our place. The kids are at their grandparents. We have a spare bedroom in the basement should you decide to imbibe a bit yourself Stewart my boy."
Stew didn't have to be told twice and off the four of them went. Each had the same basic thought in the back of their minds, "Will this go any place or are we just having a fun evening?"
When they got back to Rich and Steph's house, the first thing Sherry said was, "Stew, this is what I'd love. I would love to get out of that apartment. This place is beautiful! I love the layout and furniture is lovely." Sherry didn't have to be asked, she settled into the sofa in the living room and just made a satisfied hum.
Stew agreed and Rich said, "It's not really much but we like it. Someplace bigger would be wicked cool, but realistically, neither of us makes enough to buy bigger so we've made the most of it."
Steph offered drinks all around and Rich had a Scotch, Stew a 7&7, Sherry opted for rum and coke and Steph had tequila. One thing Rich and Steph always believed in was having a good booze selection.
They all settled in and just continued the conversation they had had at the restaurant. They were so comfortable with each other it was as if they had known each other for years. As luck would have it, the conversation started to get a bit risqué and the jokes getting a bit blue. Everyone was quite relaxed with each other and with the alcohol.
"Rich, I just want to say, you guys are terrific," said Stew. "You really don't even know us, or didn't until tonight but you invite us into your home and even offer us a place to stay if we should over indulge, which Sherry has done, but a bit."
"Stew," replied Rich, "Steph is a great judge of character and she said that in the dealings she's had with you two, you both seem like good people." He then added, "and her assessment of Sherry was dead on. Very nice looking wife you have there Stew."
"Thank you," said Stew, now getting a bit of a vibe, and a slight chubby at that.
"Steph said that?" asked Sherry. "How sweet. Thank you Steph, that's especially nice coming from a hottie like you."
Stew's chubby was growing a bit. It became a full blown hard on (well, maybe full blown sooner than later?) when Sherry added, "In fact, I've never been with a girl, but damn I could experiment with you and have no regrets."
Stew wondered for a moment if this was Sherry or the booze talking. Then he just didn't care and added, "That would be something fun to try and just as fun to watch!"
Rich just smiled. This was going better than he could have hoped for. Steph smiled, then got up and walked over to Sherry and taking her by the hands said, "Ok, let's see if you meant that." She pulled Sherry up and planted a kiss on her lips. Sherry responded by deeply returning the favor and before anyone knew it, they were passionately making out.
Stew looked at Rich who looked back. It was like they read each other's minds when they got up and began to undress their wives as they continued to kiss. Once both women were nude, their hands began to journey about and explore each other's body.
Stew and Rich stood and watched. Rich recalled Steph telling him about her little visit with Sandy and he had wondered if he'd get to watch her with another woman. Stew was just in shock and awe that this was happening having never expected this. He and Sherry had a magnificent sex life, but this was a whole new level he could only have dreamed of.
The women's hands were all over each other, Sherry slipping hers over Steph's butt, Steph gently kneading Sherry's perfect breasts and pinching her nipples. Then Steph pulled slightly away and bent to taste them. Her tongue slid around each one then she went back and sucked lightly on them. Sherry let out a soft moan. Then Steph slid her left hand down over Sherry's belly and to her womanhood.
"Hmmm, very soft and so warm," whispered Steph as her fingers glided over the swelling lips. Sherry reached and grasped Steph's wrist and thrust Steph's hand deeper between her legs. As she did this, she kissed Steph's shoulder and neck. Steph also moaned and felt Sherry's wetness begin to moisten her fingers as one dipped between the outer lips.
Stew was still in complete awe, yet he began to undress hoping that he could eventually join in. He wondered just how this would work, would he get to do his wife only? Would he get to ravage Stephanie? How would he handle it if Rich were to ravage Sherry? As he grappled with these questions, Sherry knelt before Steph and kissed her mound. Sherry ran her hands again over Steph's ass and pulled her to her face where she continued to kiss at Steph's pussy. Sherry's mind was clear in spite of the drinks, she had often wondered how a woman tasted and now, she was finding out. She thought, "She's so smooth and smells so nice." She rubbed her cheek against the hairless vagina, kissing the tops of Steph's thighs.
Then she ran her tongue up the slit and tasted Steph's womanly juices giving Steph a shiver. The shiver caused Steph to come back to earth and she looked at Stew and said, "Let me rub your dick."
Stew looked at Sherry and then Rich. Sherry turned to him and said, "Go on, don't disappoint her." Rich just walked around and positioned himself behind Sherry and began to kiss her shoulders. Stew's moment of jealousy passed very quickly when Steph grasped his erection and began to stroke it with just the very edges of her fingers, sliding them up and down and all about the head as Sherry continued to kiss her.
Stew began to rub Steph's shoulders as she stroked him. He looked down as Sherry continued on her mission and Rich reached around her body to fondle her breasts. Stew's head was spinning. "Greatest night of my LIFE!" went the only thought in his head at this point. That thought was on a continuous loop, over and over again as he reached for Steph's breasts and began to tweak her nipples.
Sherry turned and began to kiss Rich, deeply and purposefully. As she did, Steph turned to Stewart, folded his erection up against his pelvis and pressed her body against it. She embraced him and he returned the gesture. They kissed and held each other tightly. Stew could hear Sherry's oh so distinct and sexy groans and knew that whatever Rich was doing to her, she was loving it.
Rich had laid Sherry on the floor and had begun to lick and nibble his way around her body. He was amazed at how luscious she was. The term was Rubenesque and it covered anywhere from heavy to a few extra pounds. Sherry had those few extra pounds and they were phenomenally spread about her body, very similar to Stephanie. Rich LOVED Steph's body, he worshipped it and felt she was a goddess to him. Sherry was just like Steph, just shorter.
Rich found her natural C-cup breasts so soft and supple. They both fell to the sides as she lay there feeling his mouth explore every inch of her exposed flesh. When she'd feel something she liked, they would dance gently. The areolas were perfect, not perfectly round, just so sweetly pink with a splendid large nipple right in the center. He kissed his way up to them and took the first between his lips, sucking it in, flitting his tongue over it, drawing it up, stretching the breast ever so little, massaging it with his hand.
Sherry couldn't keep her eyes open. She wanted to watch and would catch a glimpse of Rich now and then and would spy Stew and Steph in their embrace, but she just could not hold her eyes open long. She had visions of flowers, clouds, stars. She was feeling things she only imagined. The intimacy and love she and Stew had could never be duplicated, never be replaced, but this, THIS was the next best thing. This was pure unrepentant lust and Sherry was diving in with no regrets. She suddenly felt a twang of slight jealousy that Stew was having Steph and not her, but it passed as Rich moved to her love button and began to suck on it, spreading her lips with his fingers, inserting one as he gave her head.
Steph pushed Stew onto the couch and knelt before him. She bent and rubbed her face against his throbbing cock. She would run her fingers up and down his legs and kiss him everywhere but his cock. She was teasing him, building him up. Her hair brushed it several times as her hands roamed all over his torso. Suddenly, without a hit of warning, her mouth engulfed him. She lifted and lowered her head four, five, six times and then stopped, shifting her body back so she could admire his cock. She studied it, noted that he was not that big, but his cock was beautiful. It was a lovely pink and ramrod straight, no screwy little bend or twist like, well, like Dave. Dave's cock had a bend towards the end and....
She got back into the cock at hand. She held it, gazed at the neatly trimmed bush which left the entire shaft and scrotum totally hair-free. He had shaved neatly around his pubic area but it didn't look strange, just very neat. As she admired his work, she traced her tongue up the length of the shaft along one prominent vein, right to the tip where she flickered her tongue back and forth over the eye of the serpent. Then she took him deeply into her mouth again. She cupped his scrotum and gently massaged it.
Stew looked over at Rich licking Sherry's pussy, Sherry's legs spread wide, one knee bent, her hand pushing Rich into her. "Damn," he thought, "She's NEVER looked sexier." Stew admired Steph's body. She was built to kill. A little bit of a belly, wonderfully real tits, hips that begged to be held while her snatch was plowed either from the front or the back. Stew was surprised at how much she resembled Sherry, but taller. Her hair was darker and her face not quite as soft, but harsh was, well harsh. She had a face that implied seriousness but her eyes, when you looked at them, revealed her mischievous side. He was seeing that now as he looked at the top of her head and the curve of her back, and yeah, those hips. She knew her way around a cock, that was for sure.
After a bit, Sherry wearily suggested to Rich that he let Steph lick her some more before they fucked. Rich, not wanting to be a party pooper agreed. He tapped Steph on the ass and said, "Sherry wants more you."
Steph turned from Stew, giving him a little grin and a wink, and turned to Sherry where she buried her face between her legs, drinking in her nectar. Sherry grabbed the back of Steph's head and pushed hard. She began to buck wildly until she came with a scream and a series of "OHs" that lasted for what seemed like an hour. Then she said to Stew, "I want you in my ass." She had gotten so wet it was running down to her butt. But she knew that wouldn't be enough. She looked at Rich and said, "I want you to loosen me up. Use your fingers and my pussy juice, lick me, too."
Stew was dumbfounded. Was this the woman he married or did someone else take her place for the night? What had she been drinking and where could he get an endless supply?
Rich licked her asshole, he put his tongue into her as best he could, but she was tight, very tight. He rubbed every bit of moisture he could find either from her or him into her bum and inserted one finger. Sherry groaned and added, "Nice start."
While Rich loosened her up, Steph went down on Rich. It was an awkward position, but everyone seemed to like it, even Stew who was only watching at this point, though he couldn't leave himself alone.
Rich inserted another finger and worked them back and forth, licking her as he did. Then Sherry said, in a barely audible voice, "Stew, get wet inside Steph. Fuck her and get your dick wet."
She may have been in the throes of ecstasy, but she was very much in control. Steph got up from in front of Rich and bent low at the waist with her butt in the air. Stew entered her. She was so wet. Stew slid himself in and out hoping he could keep from cumming. She felt so damn good.
Sherry piped up, "You better save yourself for my ass Stew. I'm about ready." Rich realized she was not lying. He inserted a third finger and after working it in and out, he guided the fingers out and looked at Stew saying, "She's ready."
Stew pulled out of Steph and made his way on his knees to Sherry where he grabbed hold of his soaking dick and worked it around her anus finally able to slide it in. Sherry groaned, moaned and grunted as he entered.
Steph and Rich watched closely, but since Stew had left Steph empty, Rich filled the void yet neither of them averted their gaze upon what Stew was doing.
"She's gorgeous and so fucking wild," said Steph through clenched teeth.
"Yeah, just like you, Baby," replied Rich as he slipped in and out of her hole. "We should try anal."
"Maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe," went Steph. Rich realized she wasn't really paying attention to what he was saying, just focused on the show before them and the dick inside her. They watched as Stew rammed himself inside Sherry's ass and Sherry's ass responded against him over and over again. Rich was close, Steph was closer.
Sherry was in heaven, pure, absolute heaven. As Stew pounded her ass, she rubbed her clit, slow at first and then so fast she feared starting a fire. His cock felt so good inside her ass. She had done this once before with an old boyfriend and it was unbelievable, but he was such a moron and had apparently seen too many porn movies, pulling out before she was satisfied. She knew deep down Stew would not let her down. He didn't.
Stew groaned, "I'm about there. Let me know when you're ready." He was breathless, barely able to speak.
Steph and Rich were close also. The slap, slap, slap of Rich against Steph was almost deafening, he was so close he wasn't sure he could even let her........he came, FULL FORCE deeply into Steph's love hole. Steph, who had been rubbing herself the same way Sherry was, clenched her muscles not allowing Rich to leave her and bucked wildly against him. Rich didn't have the strength or the will to resist and in no time, his cum shot forth into his wife's awaiting receptacle. They came together loudly and fully pumping, bucking and rocking until there was no strength or cum left between them. They then collapsed amazed that Sherry and Stew were still going strong.
But Stew wasn't going as strong as it appeared. He tried all he could to delay the apex of his physical actions but he found he was fighting a losing battle. The skin of his cock was being stretched and relaxed so thoroughly, he was amazed he had lasted this long. Sherry, for her part, could feel that Stew was close and amped up her rubbing, hoping they could cum at the same time. They did. Just as Stew lost his load within the voluptuous ass of his amazing wife, Sherry's body responded to all the stimulation with an earth shattering orgasm that caused her to scream aloud. She had actually already cum three times but didn't want Stew to know, not yet anyway. In truth, Steph had gotten her off twice, Rich once and now Stew, her beloved husband, three more times. This third time, well, seventh time, was the most amazing climax she had ever felt.
Stew pulled out and fell over trying to catch his breath. Rich got up and ran his fingers over Sherry's ass and kissed her back. Steph moved up to cuddle with Stew. Within seconds, the four were all cuddled together on the floor holding each other tightly ignoring the stickiness and the sweat, feeling only warm soft flesh and breath upon each other. They dozed that way for almost an hour.
When they awoke, Sherry first, they all just sort of looked back and forth at each other and slowly sat up. None of them were fully able to function and just gave each other moral support. Rich spoke first.
"I can only speak for me, but that was unreal. You two are unbelievable."
Steph added, "We have to be honest, we've been with other people before and it was so fucking good, but we felt there was a special connection with you two. We didn't even discuss it, we just knew it."
Stew shook his head and took a deep breath. "I have never done anything like that. It's always been one on one with me. I didn't even know how I could handle this. I thought about it, what guy hasn't, but, holy shit, I'm in awe of everything that just happened."
Sherry was next, she rubbed Stew's leg, leaned over and kissed his cheek. "First for me, too. Never done a girl, never been with more than one guy and have had only two guys before Stew. Talk about being a novice."
Steph was surprised by this revelation and said, "For a novice, you were unreal. If you hadn't just said that, I'd swear you had been a swinger for years. Bravo sweetie, bravo."
Sherry just grinned and held onto Stew.
It was late now and no alcohol was affecting anyone at this point. Stew and Sherry got up and got dressed, mess and all, gave Steph and Rich a hug and bid them farewell, making it plain, that if they were ever up to this again, THEY were. Then they left and went home.
Rich and Steph showered together to wash off all the fluids their bodies had collected. They kissed deeply when they got into bed and Rich asked, "So, you'll no doubt see them again at work, how do you think you'll handle it?"
Steph just looked at the ceiling and said, "Well, when you think of the friends we've had sex with and we just go on as if nothing happened, I think our NEW friends will be the same. I'll get wet on the memories and hopes for future visits, but in the meantime, I'll just go on like nothing happened. Can you do that?"
Rich thought for a second and said, "I have no choice. Wanna fuck?"
Steph rolled over and clutched her pillow and said, "Maybe tomorrow. I'm not in the mood tonight and I have a headache. |
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I just got through reading an erotic story on line about a double standard. It was about a man who cheated on his wife but wanted her to forgive him. But when the tables were turned and she had an affair he couldn't forgive her. Damn, I wonder how many guys felt that way? I started thinking about my views and how I felt. Here I was twenty seven years old, single, considered good looking according to my past dates. Then I realized that I was one of these 'Double Standard' guys the author was talking about.
I have dated ever since I was a teenager. I had my share of sex and it was good, sometimes really good. I really cared for a number of these women who were all good looking, most had decent personalities, all were single or divorced. They were all hard working women and I almost always enjoyed their company. All my dates were more than one night affairs. I probably dated these women for months at a time. I know I got serious about a number of them. What happened? Why was I still single? Most of the women I dated would have made good companions. A few had children from their previous marriages. I do have to say they were all good decent woman.
Then it dawned on me. It was me. I had the double standard that the author talked about. Deep down I guess I didn't want to marry a woman who had been with another man. I wanted a virgin. I was willing to date these women and have sex with them but when it was time for commitment I always back away knowing they had been with other men. Damn! I didn't like being this person. I was two-faced and it began to bother me.
My parents, God bless them, were always worried about me not finding the right woman. They probably fixed me up with a half a dozen dates, everyone of them a knockout. They would be so happy that I was dating these women. After a few months we would each go our own way. In most cases we remained friends. I just couldn't tell my parents about my hang up, that I had a double standard. Hell, I didn't know it myself until after reading that stupid story.
My parents were throwing another cookout at their house. My sister, Nita, showed up with her clan of five kids and my other sister, Cindy, was there with her husband and two kids.. Bob, my younger brother, showed up with his wife, Barbara, who I had dated in the past. She was pregnant with their second child. They seemed so happy together. I always felt a bit uncomfortable around Barbara knowing I had slept with her and she ended up marrying my younger brother. Luckily he didn't have my hangup and ended up with a really wonderful woman.
I liked kids a lot. I had to since I was always surrounded by nieces and nephews every time we had a family get together. The nice part was I enjoyed the kids but then at the end of the night they always returned to the fold and I had my peace and quite. It worked for me. Not everyone needed to be married.
My parents said they had a surprise for me. I said. "Okay, mom, who is it this time?" as I smiled.
She went in the house and brought out a guest. "Do you remember Kathy who used to live next door?" My mom was really smiling.
How could I ever forget Kathy? She was my childhood sweetheart from about age six to age fourteen. Then her mom died and she and her dad moved away. I was remembering back when she had left. I felt so bad. I was just a kid who lost his girlfriend. I remembered how we would kiss and she would let me touch her boobs. We never had sex, we were just too young. We always said that someday we would get married and have a family. We always argued what we would name our kids. She wanted two kids, Bart and Sarah, I wanted two also, Jacob and Mary. I always liked biblical names. I had heard that she had gotten married about five years ago. I remember mom telling me and I took it kind of hard. Funny, isn't it. You have these dreams as a kid and they seem to stay with you forever. Like they just sit on the back burner of your mind. Never to be fulfilled.
I believe that's why when we get older we want to buy our kids, in my case nieces and nephews, the same toys and games we had when we were young. Or go to the candy counter and get our old favorites, mary janes, blackjacks, squirrels, juju bees, I could go on and on but that was our childhood candy. Then you think back about your favorite car that you never did get or you wrecked it like I did mine. Always thinking someday I wish I could afford to buy one just like it. That's how I always thought about Kathy. She was always there in the back recesses of my mind.
Mom brought out Kathy. It was so good to see her. It brought back the old memories. I hugged her, she felt so good. She was a little heavier than I remembered but was still so pretty, now beautiful. She sure filled out as a woman. She smiled at me and had tears in her eyes as did I. God, it was so good to see her again. I asked her about her husband.
She said, "He was killed in Iraq last year. He was a good man and you would have liked him. He was so much like the way I remembered you."
I apologized for not knowing and told her how sorry I was for her.
She then introduced me to her two kids. She looked at me and said, "This is Jacob who is four." He held out his little hand for me to shake. "And this is my precious little girl, Mary, who is three."
My God, she picked the names I had chosen. I was ready to cry but did my best to hold back. Little Mary, who was hardly able to walk, grabbed my leg. I picked her up and gave her a little hug. She looked just like her mother. She gave me a little peck on the cheek and said, "Dada". Kathy said, "I'm sorry, she doesn't know too many words and dada is one of the first they learn."
I said, "Please don't apologize for that. It was nice to even hear her say it." We walked over to the patio table and just talked. I looked up at mom standing over by the door. She had her hands together under her chin as though she was praying. I could see tears of joy in her eyes. That was my mom. The old matchmaker.
Kathy said that after her husband had died she wasn't sure where to go. She remembered the old neighborhood and how much she loved it growing up here and decided to move back here to raise her children. She was able to buy a house about a block away next to the park we used to play in. She said she knew the kids would love it as they grew up. She stopped by to see if mom still lived here. She always like my mom. That was when mom invited her to the family cookout.
I told her I had an apartment across town. It wasn't homey but was good enough for a single guy. If she wanted, she could bring the kids over some day and we could use the pool. That was one of the perks of having the apartment. I could register her name with housekeeping and she could bring the kids anytime to swim. She said she would love to and would probably take me up on the offer.
My sisters both came over to see Kathy and the kids. They were doing their girly things, hugs and kisses and all. I got up and took a breather. I had to decide if I should ask her out. The childhood thoughts were still with me. I loved her as a kid and I probably could love her now. But she was a widow with two kids to raise. I wanted to date her but was afraid of maybe building up her hopes. What to do, what to do? I needed to think on this.
I know I wanted to see her again and she gave me her address and phone number. While we were talking mom came over and offered her babysitting services to Kathy if she ever needed one. I know mom wanted to see us together. I just didn't know if it would happen to the extent of marriage.
As I said goodnight to everyone I gave Kathy a kiss on the cheek. She just smiled and said how nice it was to see me again. Jacob came over to shake my hand good bye. He said. "Boys don't kiss boys". Then I picked up little Mary and gave her a big hug. She hugged me back and said "Dada" again. I smiled and handed her to Kathy.
I owned my own independent insurance agency. I was the only agent and had two office girls to help take care of business. One was also licensed to sell insurance so she was allowed to sign legal documents. Business was good and I made a very good living being my own boss.
Mom called me at the office and told me Kathy stopped by the house to thank her for inviting her to the party. She was glad to see everyone again, especially me. Mom then asked what I thought of Kathy? I told her she was just like I remembered, a beautiful girl and a great personality. Mom then told me that Kathy's father had died of a heart attack about three and a half years ago and then lost her husband last year. She was an only child so she was pretty much alone in the world. Then mom surprised me. She said, "Gary, please don't mislead her. She has had a very rough life and deserves better." I was stunned and asked my mother why she thought I would use Kathy?
"Well, Gary, you have dated for years now and we know a lot of the women got their hopes up and then nothing ever materialized. I would hate to see Kathy hurt. If you date her, just be totally honest with her. That's all I ask."
"I promise, mom, the last person I would want to hurt on God's green earth is Kathy." Then I had to ask mom a question. "Mom, did Kathy say why she named her kids Jacob and Mary? Did she say anything about it?"
"Well, Gary, I did say that they were good biblical names and Kathy said a very good friend suggested those names to her many years ago. Why do you ask, Gary?"
"No reason, mom. I just thought they were pretty names." I didn't know what to think about that. I would have to ask her why.
After I hung up the phone, June, my office gal who was married and about seven months pregnant, asked if she could talk with me. She came in and said she had seen her doctor and he told her she should stay off her feet more. She wanted to know if she could work part time during the rest of her pregnancy. She didn't want to leave me with no office help at all. I told her that would be fine, that I would find someone to help her with her bookkeeping and billing duties.
I was wondering if Kathy could use a job? Maybe I'd stop by and see if she might be interested. I sure would like to help her out if possible.
After work I drove straight over to Kathy's house. It was like I was driven from inside to go there. Kathy answered the door and said, "Oh, my God, I didn't know you were coming. Look at me, I'm a mess and the house is a mess."
I just blurted out and said, "It's okay, Kathy, you look beautiful with peanut butter and jelly on your blouse and your hair the way it is." It was combed but just kind of hanging there. Kathy looked at me but didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She invited me in and offered me something to drink. I told her I'd take some of whatever she was having so she laughed and handed me a glass of milk. She was just so much fun. Just like I remembered. She asked me what brought me to her neck of the woods and I told her the truth. I didn't know but seeing I was there I had a couple of things I would like to talk over with her.
I told her I know that it was personal but how was she doing financially? She said she got a death pension from her husband being killed and she received social security. Things were tight but she could survive. I asked her if she wanted a job. She looked up at me and said, "I'd love one but I'm going to be here for my kids. We may not have money, but I can give them love. That's much more important." She was right, she put her kids first. To bad more women didn't think that way.
I then asked, "How about a part time job that you can do at home? I have an office girl who can only work part time and I need someone who can operate a computer and do billing. What do you say?"
"I know how to do billing, I did it before the kids were born. But, Gary, I don't own a computer. I had to sell it when we moved."
"Boy, you drive a hard bargain. I'll buy you a computer, set in up for you in your living room, so you can do billing for me when your kids are sleeping. Just don't put peanut butter on my statements," as I laughed. "Is it a deal?"
"Only if you answer one question honestly for me. Why are you really doing this, Gary?"
"Well, Kathy, I really do need the work done. But mostly so I can have a reason to come over and see you without making excuses. That's as honest as I can get."
She came over to me said, "I'll take the job and we'll seal it with a kiss." She put her hands around my neck and kissed me gently on the mouth, not once but twice. It felt good, really good. She backed away and said it had been so long since she was kissed liked that.
I had to change the subject so I asked her if she wanted to go out and have dinner? She said, "Not tonight. It would take too long to get ready and getting the kids ready would be a chore." Then she asked me if I wanted to stay and eat with her and the kids. She would love the company.
I said, "Wow, a home cooked meal. I only get that at mom's. What are we having?"
She laughed again and said, "The kids favorite. Hot dogs and maccaroni and cheese." God, she was so much fun to be around. I told her I would love to have dinner with her and the kids. She got up and said that while she got it ready I could baby-sit.
"Baby-sit. Me baby-sit. You've got to be kidding."
She just laughed and said, "Just talk to them. They love people," as I sat down on the couch. After moving a half dozen toys and sitting on a truck little Mary came staggering over to me saying, "dada." I picked her up and hugged her. You couldn't help loving her, I don't care whose kid she was. She was just so darn sweet. She would sit in my lap and I guess she was talking. Mostly a bunch of mumbo jumbo but it sounded so cool. I just had to laugh.
Then Jacob came over and asked me if I loved his mother? God, out of the mouths of babes. I started to answer when Kathy came in and told Jacob that's not the kind of thing you ask guests.
He said, "But mom you said last night that you. . . " Kathy cut him off it mid-sentence and said to him, "We'll talk about it later," but she did give him a loving hug. What I wouldn't give to hear the rest of his answer. I guess it will have to wait.
We all sat around the table and ate our hot dogs and macaroni and cheese. It was almost like a family eating dinner together. After we got done eating, I told Kathy that I had business to attend to so I had to say my good-byes for the night. When I hugged and kissed little Mary, I got my usual dada message. Kathy laughed every time Mary said it.
Then Jacob came up to me to give me his handshake. He looked at me and said, "Sir, what should I call you? I know Mary calls you dada but she doesn't know any better. You see our daddy got killed last year protecting us against the bad guys but Mary doesn't know it yet."
I just had to hug the young boy. He was only four and had already lost his father. I told him it was okay for friends to hug even if both were boys, and that for now he could call me Uncle Gary.
He looked at me and said, "I like you, Uncle Gary, and so does my mom." I looked up and saw Kathy with a tear in her eyes as she quickly turned away. I said, "Jake, is it alright to call you Jake?"
He said, "Sure, Uncle Gary, it sounds like a big guy's name."
"Well, Jake, how about me and you taking your mom and Mary out for dinner tomorrow? You pick the place and I'll pay for it."
"Wow, that's so neat." He ran up to little Mary and said, "Mary, me and Uncle Gary are taking you and mom to McDonald's for dinner tomorrow, we get to play in their playground." They both starting jumping up and down, Mary was just doing what her brother was doing. Kathy, on the other hand, was just laughing.
"Well, Kathy, is it a date?" I asked
"Do I need to dress up or can I dress casually?"
I looked at her, she even looked good all rumpled. "You may dress casual for tomorrow's dinner but you have to dress up for our date Saturday. I'll ask mom to watch the kids." Then I left wondering what I was getting myself into.
The next day I went to the computer store and picked up a laptop for Kathy. I also got a printer so she would be able to do the billing. I had April, my licensed office help, take everything she needed over to Kathy's and help set it up and explain how our billing program worked. I figured it would be better than me trying to explain the office stuff.
I called my mom and asked her about watching Kathy's kids Saturday. She said she would love to but for me to remember our little talk. I called Kathy and asked, "Has April arrived and set up the billing system for you?"
She said, "April is a wiz. She had everything set up and is already showing me test runs on the billing system. She is a great instructor and you are lucky to have her in the office."
I agreed with Kathy, "April is a great asset to the agency." I was thinking of making her a full time licensed agent where she could do outside sales if necessary.
I mentioned to Kathy that mom would baby-sit Saturday for her and that I would see her and the kids tonight for our dinner at McDonalds.
When I arrived the kids were so happy. You could tell they didn't get to go out very often. We went in and Jake asked if he could order for himself? We said sure but the counter help wasn't overly pleased. We all got our food and sat down. Kathy and I actually talked about her business duties while the kids were busy playing on the playground equipment. When we got back to the house Jake said, "Thank you, Uncle Gary, that was really fun. Can we do it again? Can we, huh?"
I said, "Sure, little buddy, we can do it lots of times." Then he hugged me. Of course little Mary saw him hug me and she always did what her brother did so she hugged me also. I gave Kathy a peck on the lips and then said my good-byes for the night.
I arrived Saturday to pick Kathy up. She had already taken the kids to mom's house. She looked fantastic. She only stood around 5'1". I have no idea what she weighed. She had probably 36B boobs. I really don't know much about size. All I knew was in my eyes she was one beautiful creature. She asked me for one favor before we left. She asked me if I would kiss her one time and then hold her for at least thirty seconds. I thought it a bit odd but would never turn it down.
She kissed me passionately but only one time. Then I held her for much longer then a minute. She was shuddering and I held her till she felt calm again. She said she wanted to do that ever since she saw me at mom's. It was just something she needed to do. I told her anytime she needed to be kissed or hugged to please give me a call. I knew there was more to it and would probably find out what it was eventually.
We went out and had a great time. We had an elegant dinner at one of the best restaurants where I could get reservations. We went into the lounge and had wine to drink while listening to the music. We danced a couple of slow dances as I held her close. God, I could hold her forever.
She said she needed to talk to me when we got back to the house. She looked a little nervous but said it was extremely important to her. We stopped by mom's and picked up two sleeping little children. We laid them gently on the back seat and I drove everyone home. After putting the children to bed and changing into something more comfortable. Kathy came back out to talk to me. More comfortable meant pajamas and a robe, but she even looked good to me in that.
As we sat on the couch talking, things became more serious. I kissed her gently and she kissed me back. I wanted to hold her. She told me, "We need to talk. Things are beginning to get serious between us but you need to know things about me and how I feel."
She looked at me teary-eyed and said, "Please don't interrupt me because it has taken a lot of courage for me to tell you what I'm about to say."
I was very nervous, I had no idea what to expect. My feelings for her were very strong so I held her hands in mine and listened to her story.
She began, "As you know after my mother died, dad and I moved away. I had a lot of trouble adjusting and was always down in the dumps. I began to gain weight. I was a pretty heavy teenager so I really wasn't into the dating scene. I think the only guys that I dated just wanted in my pants. It didn't happen. I couldn't just have sex. That wasn't part of my makeup, poor or not. I always thought of you and the talks we had when we were kids. About how we were going to save ourselves for each other, get married and have a family."
"After graduating from high school, I went to a community college. I started feeling better about myself and joined a weight class and started losing weight. I found that my eating was caused by my depression. I started a new job and was making a life for myself and dad. I still lived at home at the time. Dad wasn't in the best of health and we lived on his disability checks and my income from working at the office."
She stopped for a minute just to look and see if I was really listening. I knew this was important to her.
She continued, "One day as I was leaving the building and headed to the parking lot, I was attacked. Two men tried to rape me. They had most of my clothes torn off," she began to cry," and were beating on me. I was screaming, kicking and yelling as I was fighting back. That's when Don, who became my future husband, came to my rescue. It wasn't as much him beating them up as them being caught in the act. My screaming attracted attention. Don was the first one there. The would-be rapists saw him and ran. The police caught them and they were eventually tried for attempted rape and are now incarcerated. Don took off his jacket and covered me. He stayed until the paramedics arrived. I was taken to the hospital and was taken care of and then released."
She stopped for a moment and got a glass of water before continuing. "Don came by the hospital to see if I was alright. That is really the first time I met him. I thanked him for being there and for helping me in the garage situation. I don't know what I would have done if he didn't show up. I almost felt an obligation to him. He worked in the recruiting office for the military and was in the same building that my office was in. We began dating. He was a good man. He did take my virginity. Shortly after, he asked me to marry him. I cared for him a lot, in a sense I loved him. Not in an exciting man-of-my-dreams way. But as a caring loving individual."
"We got married and about ten months later Jacob was born. Yes, I named him Jacob. Believe it or not it was in honor of you. Don made me laugh and of course he is the father of my two kids. For that I will always remember him. He was a good man and I vowed always to be faithful to him. And I have been. He is the only man I have ever been with. I was about seven months pregnant with Mary, when he was sent overseas. He had only seen Jacob as a baby and of course never had a chance to see his daughter. He was reassigned for an extra year and due to be released within weeks of his death."
Kathy started crying. I held her till she could regain her composure. "Don lived in an orphanage before being on his own. I guess that's one of the things that brought us together. We were just two people pretty much alone in this world. Dad died while I was pregnant with Mary. Thank God that was a couple of months before Don was assigned overseas. I had a shoulder to lean on during that time. Then after Don left for Iraqi it was only his letters that held everything together. Then one day I got the official letter that Don was killed in action. I was devastated. In my short life I had lost my mother, father, and husband. I had two babies to worry about. I didn't know what to do. I was lost. That's when I decided to just 'Start Over' from scratch with my two babies. I was going back to where my life started and hope for the best. That's why we are here today."
Kathy looked at me with tears in her eyes. "Gary, I still have feelings for you. I don't know why. Maybe because you were the one constant in my early life. The one person who was there for me. Maybe it's something deep in my mind. I don't know what it is. I want to be with you. I know you like me. I'm not blind. But now there is more to it. My little ones mean more to me than anything. I don't want to see them hurt. They deserve a chance in life. I'm going to see that they get it. The only way I will carry on a relationship with you is if you think there is a chance for a future for us. That's me, Jake and Mary. We're a package now and it's going to stay that way."
God, she was honest and put it right out there. How do I respond?
Wow, I never expected all that. Now I know she was waiting for a response. I just decided to tell her the truth. I didn't want to lie to her. So I began:
"Kathy, I have very strong feelings toward you also. But I have a problem that I have never told anyone. I'm going to tell you and there's a good chance that it might end our relationship. I have a problem that I recently found out. The reason I never married is that I wanted a woman who has never been with another man"
"What? I don't understand, Gary, you want to marry a virgin? You're twenty-seven years old. Are you expecting to start dating teenagers? My God, Gary, you've been dating women for at least ten years or more. I know you must have had sex with them."
This wasn't going the way I planned but I had to continue. "Kathy, I think that's why I never married. I've been serious with a number of women but never committed myself to them. I don't know why I have this problem but I do. I have never had problems dating, just committing myself to someone."
"Let me get this straight, Gary. Using me as an example, I would be good enough to have sex with but not to marry. Is that what you're trying to tell me? All because I had sex with my husband."
"Not you, Kathy. The women I've dated. I guess I've used a double standard. I don't want to be this way. You see I really care for you and I'm just trying to be honest with you. God, I really care for you. I just thought you should know."
"Gary, here's something you should know. I want to stay good friends with you. My kids love you and so do I. I will not have sex with you. I've gone a year and I could go longer until I find the man that wants me for who I am. We can date and enjoy each other's company if you want to. If you haven't got your mind straight by News Year's Day, I will just consider us good friends and move on with my life. Life is too short to wait for what might have been. I found that out losing my husband."
Did I understand her correctly? I have two months to get my act together or lose her. I just looked at her as I left and said, "Kathy, you must understand that it's me, not you." With that said I left the house.
For the next few weeks I tried to figure out my problem and where it came from. I didn't see Kathy as often. Maybe just once or twice a week. She was always smiling and treating me as though nothing had happened. She let me kiss her but that was it. I was becoming frustrated. I didn't want to date anyone else. I wanted Kathy. Damn, damn, damn, I was ready to go see a doctor. Maybe even a shrink.
Mom was having a huge Thanksgiving feast. Every relative I had in the area was going to be there. Mom made sure I invited Kathy and the kids. Every relative I know would see us together. Was my mom setting me up? I had to talk to my mom before Thanksgiving. I had to tell her my problem. The last thing I wanted was to hurt Kathy in any way, shape or form. I knew I was falling totally in love with her and wanted to be able to commit to her before losing her.
About two days before Thanksgiving I stopped by to see my mom and have a talk with her. I wanted her to understand that Kathy and I might not be together forever. Mom looked at me and said she didn't understand. She knew Kathy loved me and that she was pretty sure I loved Kathy. So what was the problem.
I just told her that when I had dated other women and had sexual relations with them I always felt I was being compared to their other lovers. I was always afraid that I might not meet up to their other lovers' standards. I don't know if it was true or not but that's how I felt. I knew that sometimes I compared the different women I was with so I was sure the women did the same. I can't spend the rest of my life wondering if Kathy was comparing me to someone else.
"Is that your problem, Gary? You don't think you're good enough. You don't know if you're man enough for any one woman? Oh, God, son, I wish you would have told me this long ago. I think I know where this problem originated. At Thanksgiving dinner, pull your Uncle Frank aside and talk to him."
As far as Kathy working for me, she was great. She reported directly to April. I didn't want the responsibility of being her direct boss. I wouldn't know how to handle her. April said Kathy picked up on the billing and was a big help. She'll be able to handle it all when June takes her maternity leave.
April also looked at me and said, "It's none of my business, boss, but the woman is madly in love with you and her kids are as well behaved as any kids I've ever seen. She would be quite a catch for someone," as she looked at me.
The family ended up renting a hall for Thanksgiving dinner. We must have had sixty or more people. I arrived with Kathy and the kids. We were the center of attention. The family rumor mill was flying. Everyone ran up to meet Kathy. They wanted her to feel at home. Many remembered her as the little kid I use to play with. Some of the divorced and single guys wanted to know if we were a couple. Kathy just looked at them and then at me and said we are for now and smiled.
Damn, that kind of hurt. I went looking for Uncle Frank. I found him and he said, "Your new girlfriend sure is pretty. I heard through the grapevine that she is going to be the one to tame you Is that true?"
I told him, "I need to talk to you alone and I could answer your question." We went into a side room of the hall and had a little talk.
I told him about the problem of marrying a woman who was not a virgin and didn't know why.
He looked at me and said, "Oh, my God, it came home to roost. I'm afraid your thinking is all my fault. Please let me explain. God, I'm so sorry."
"When you were just a little lad, maybe nine or ten years old you spent a lot of time at my house. Your Aunt Rose whom I divorced maybe fifteen years ago would always complain about my lovemaking. She had many sexual partners before we met. Every time we had sex she would complain about how good this lover was, how much bigger that one was, how another was always able to last longer. I never thought about you being in another room of the house sleeping. Then one day you asked me about all the things you heard over and over again. I told you that if you ever get married make sure it's to a virgin. Have all the sex you want in your life when you're old enough. But when it's time to marry, make sure she has never had another man and you will never have the problems I've had."
"Uncle Frank, it's hard for me to believe it was you telling me that so many years ago that has caused my problem. It's got to be more than that?"
"Gary, through the years you reaffirmed that you wanted a woman that was yours only. Every time you got serious about a woman you always talked about her past. I do believe your mind retained our conversation about sexual thoughts and you rejected these women. The problem is now you found a woman that you truly love. You fell in love with her before your mind could reject her. Now you have an internal problem. Do you think she is the type of woman who would throw her past love life up to you? Do you believe she really loves you? Do you know if you truly love her? If you can answer these questions, then I think you can make the ultimate decision."
I thanked my Uncle Frank for the discussion. I didn't know if it was true or a bunch of bunk. I just stood back and watched Kathy. Her kids were busy playing with all the other kids there. Mom had a few of the teenagers watch all the kids. Kathy jumped in like part of the family helping put the finishing touches on the Thanksgiving feast. She fit in so perfectly. She looked up at me and just smiled. God, I had to marry this girl. I knew it in my heart, that's where it really counts.
Thanksgiving passed and the Christmas Holiday began. I stopped by and asked Kathy if she wanted to go Christmas shopping. Something I loathed in the past. But with her it was fun. We bought the kids the needed clothes and then started in on the toys. We had lunch and listened to the sound of Christmas all around us. This Christmas just seemed magical to me. One that I looked forward to. Was it because I had Kathy and the kids to share it with?
Kathy told me she wasn't going to spoil the kids with tons of toys. She limited them to five toys each. She said even with the extra money she made doing the insurance billing she still had to keep a close watch on her finances. I mentioned to Kathy that I wanted to buy the kids something just from me. I picked out a bike for Jake. His first bike, it made me feel good. What to get little Mary was a lot harder to figure out. After all she was only three. I decided on a big wheels tricycle. If she saw Jake riding his bike, she would need something to ride also. She followed her big brother everywhere.
One day I stopped by and told Kathy to hurry up and get ready. I wanted to take the kids to see Santa Claus. We stood there in the mall and watched Jake talk to Santa. The old guy looked at Kathy and I like we were from outer space and then he lifted up little Mary on his lap. We heard her say dada then blah, blah, blah. We had to laugh. They both got their pictures taken with Santa and then we headed over to - you guessed it - McDonald's for dinner.
I mentioned to Mary that one of our big insurance companies that we represent asked us to come to their company Christmas party. April and her husband were going. June said she would attend with her husband but depending on how her future baby acted would determine how long she stayed. Mary said, "I'd love to be your date. Who knows, it might be our last."
That shook me up a bit. Kathy was staying with her schedule. Less then a month to decide my future.
Mom said she would be glad to take the kids for the night when we attend the Christmas party. The kids would be sleeping and Kathy could pick them up the next morning. Mom said, "I just love Jake and Mary and I think as much of them as I do my own grandchildren. No matter what happens between Kathy and you, she will always have an open house as far as the kids are concerned. Did you have your talk with Uncle Frank?"
I just told her yes. I still didn't know what to think of that conversation.
I stopped by to pick Kathy up for the party. Damn, was she ever beautiful. I can't even explain how good she looked to me. She was wearing a low cut blue dress showing enough boob to be sexy but not slutty. It came down maybe five inches above her knees. When I looked at her the only thing I could think of was I wanted her. I wanted to make love to her and told her so. She of course just smiled and kissed me gently as we headed to the party. We took a cab just in case we drank too much.
The party was fun, no business, just fun. Alice and June's husbands were really nice guys. We all danced except for June who was afraid of having to deliver the baby on the dance floor. She was due any day now. Kathy danced with both husbands but turned down offers by many of the other men at the party. She was in a sly way letting me know that she wouldn't have problems finding suitors. We both drank quite a bit and were feeling pretty good. I held her while we danced, inhaling the fragrance of her perfume. God, her scent was just getting to me.
We left the party and arrived at her house. She noticed I sent the cab away but didn't say anything. As we entered her house I took her in my arms and kissed her. I mean really kissed her and she kissed me back. I told her how beautiful she was and how much I needed her. She just melted in my arms. She felt so good. We walked into the bedroom and I slowly removed her clothes. All but her panties and bra. It's so much sexier when removing them in bed. I then quickly removed my clothes, all but my briefs.
I lay in bed next to her kissing her, hugging her, making love to her. I removed her bra and gently sucked on her nipples as she made low breathing noises. I slid my hand down inside her panties resting my hand on her soft brown mound and just gently rubbed her. I kissed her some more while continuing to rub her mound. I looked at her face saying, "I want you, I need you, I love you."
I got up and slid her panties down. She lifted her butt to help me. I slowly pulled them down her legs and then I mounted her. At first I was gentle, slowly slipping my penis into her moist, very hot vagina. It was so hot I was ready to cum almost instantly. I did my best to hold back as I used a slow in and out motion until I could feel her vagina tighten around my penis. I exploded into her. I felt her orgasm at the same time. That was the only time we did it that night. I crawled up next to her, put my arms around her and we both went to sleep. It was the best sleep I had in months.
When I awoke the next morning I was alone in the bed. Now I was worried. Why did we make love? Did we have too much to drink? How will she react when I face her? Should I apologize?
I got out of bed, slipped on my briefs, undershirt and pants and went out to face the music. There was Kathy sitting there in her pajamas sipping a cup of coffee. I spoke first saying how sorry I was for taking advantage of her the night before. She looked up at me and said, "You didn't take advantage of me, Gary. I wanted you as much as you wanted me. Besides being in love with you, I did it for another reason."
"What reason, Kathy?"
"Who did you think about while we were making love?"
"My God, Kathy, what a stupid question? You, of course, only you."
"Well, Gary, who do you think I was thinking of while we were making love?"
"Me, of course, you called out my name over and over."
"That's my point exactly, Gary. When two people are in love like we are, there is only one person we think about while making love: each other. I wanted you to know I understand your fear. But you needed to know that it is you I love and only you." I finally understood. When true love hits there is only one person you worry about during love making.
Kathy took me home to my apartment and then picked up her kids at mom's.
The next few days flew by. I didn't get a chance to see much of Kathy that week due to business and the holidays. Then June called and said she went into labor.
April called Kathy and asked, "Would you be able to take on some additional work due to June's maternity leave?"
Kathy said, "I'll do all I can to help out. Just bring me the work and I'll see it gets done."
I called my mom and asked a bunch of favors from her. I told her I did not want anything to get back to Kathy. I gave her a list of what I needed and told her to contact the rest of the family but just make sure it doesn't get back to Kathy. Even if it took not talking to her for a week.
Mom promised me she would get it done. Once mom made a promise you could count on her. I told her Kathy and the kids would be over on Christmas and then there would not be any more secrets.
I called Kathy and asked if I could spend Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with her and the kids? I wanted to see the joy in her family's eyes.
Kathy said, "Of course you can be here. It wouldn't be the same without you. Your mom invited us all over for Christmas dinner and your brother and sisters will be there with their families."
I went over to Kathy's house on Christmas Eve. It reminded me of when I was a kid and how much fun Christmas was. I haven't had that feeling for a long, long time. Just watching the kids get excited and putting cookies out for Santa and making sure there was sugar for the reindeer was fun. There was holiday music and such a wonderful feeling in the air. The Christmas tree with all the presents under it. I had forgotten how much fun it really was. But watching Kathy with the kids brought joy to my heart. I was so glad I was a part of it.
Kathy put the kids to bed and came back and sat on the couch with me. She brought out a pillow and some blankets and handed them to me. She said, "You have to sleep on the couch. My kids aren't going to get up and find a man who is not my husband in my bed. But I will sit out here and neck with you for awhile," as she smiled at me.
We woke up Christmas morning, both of us asleep on the couch. We didn't do anything but cuddle and hold each other. It was funny when you think about it. I got up and made coffee as Kathy went to wake the little ones. They jumped out of bed and ran in the living room. Jake yelling "Santa was here, Santa was here. Look, mom, he ate the cookies and drank his milk. You were right, mom, Santa does like milk." Little Mary was running around behind her brother.
They both ran to the tree to see the extra presents that weren't there the night before. God, what a beautiful sight, watching the happiness on Kathy's face and watching the kids. Life doesn't get any better than that, or does it?
The kids started opening presents. Of course they liked the toys more than the clothes. When they opened their bicycle and big wheels, they wanted to ride them right then in the house. Kathy told them, "Later you can take them outside and ride them. Uncle Gary will watch you," as she smiled at me.
Kathy got me some nice things: shirts, a new watch and a few other things. I got her some perfume, the kind I thought she smelled so good in. I also got her a couple of outfits I had my sister pick out.Then I gave her a big box. Each time she unwrapped it the box got smaller. The present was down to the size of a shoe box. She looked up at me as the present got smaller and smaller until she got down to one the size of a jewelry box. As it got smaller, I saw tears well up in her eyes. She knew what was coming next, a tiny little box that only a ring would fit in. She opened up the tiny box and saw an engagement ring and started crying. I got down on one knee and said, "Kathy, will you marry me and make an honest man of me?"
She jumped up, put her arms around my neck and said, "I was afraid you would never ask." As she was crying she spoke the words, "Yes, yes, a thousands times yes, I will marry you."
We cleaned up some of the mess and Kathy dressed the kids as I took them outside to watch them ride their bike and big wheel, watching them smile every time they went by. Kathy finished straightening the Christmas mess up and told the kids to come in and have breakfast. I told Kathy that I had a few things to do and I would be by to pick her up and take her to mom's this afternoon. Before I left I hugged the kids and told them I loved them. Jake hugged me and said he knew I loved his mom, he just knew it. I had to hug him again and said, "I love you and Mary too, Jake." Then I squeezed little Mary, kissed her on the cheek and went to take care of business.
I stopped by mom's before going over to pick up Kathy and the kids. I asked her if everything was ready.
She asked me, "What was Kathy's answer?"
I just nodded my head yes and mom said, "Then everything is in order."
I went over to pick up Kathy and the kids. They were all dressed in their new duds. I kissed her the minute I walked in the door. That would be something I intended to do the rest of my life.
By the time we got back to mom's, most of the family was there. Kathy showing everyone her ring. Of course I got harassed by everyone but that was okay, it was worth it. My brother finally asked Kathy when the wedding would be.
Kathy looked at me and then said, "I don't know. Everything just happened so quick we haven't had time to discuss it."
Mom said, "Not to change the subject, Kathy, but we rented a hall for a big New Year's Eve bash. Will you be able to attend it with Gary? It's very important to him."
"Well, of course I'll attend it with him. But why is it so important to him?"
Mom handed Kathy an invitation that read:
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Please attend our New Year's Eve bash. It will be the party of the year. At 12:05 A.M. there will be a wedding of Gary Adams and Kathy Mason. The reception will continue after the wedding. Everyone is invited to come and enjoy the festivities. There is no charge. Please don't bring presents. Just come and join us in this happy union. It's been a long time coming.
Sincerely
The Adams Family
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Kathy read the invitation, looked up at me, started crying and ran to me and kissed and hugged me. "I love you," she said.
I said, "You told me that New Year's Day is my deadline and I am not going to make any mistakes. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."
Jake came up to us and asked, "Does that mean he'll be my daddy?
Kathy knelt down and said, "Jake, you and Mary will always have two daddy's. One daddy died defending our country and we must always remember him. Uncle Gary will be your second daddy. You will have to listen to everything he says. You will obey him just like you do mommy. He loves you very much and will always be there for you."
"Do I call him daddy or Uncle Gary?"
I looked down at Jake and then knelt down next to Kathy. "Jake, you call me what ever you feel most comfortable with" Then little Mary came over to me, put her little arms around my neck and said, "Dada." I squeezed her as Jake looked on. He said, "You're right, Mary, daddy it is." We all had to laugh.
My sister Nita asked Jake how Christmas went. Jake said, "It was great. I got all kinds of wonderful toys and Uncle Gary - I mean dad - got me a bike. He got Mary a big wheel and we already rode them this morning."
Kathy looked at Jake and asked him if he remembers when we took him to meet Santa. He said, "Yeah, mom, he gave me my special present."
"What present was that, Jake."
"I told him I wanted Uncle Gary to be mine and Mary's dad and that my mom loved him and we did too. So please arrange it if he could. And he did mom, Santa did it."
Kathy looked at me and we both had to laugh. No wonder Santa looked at us so strangely.
Epilog:
Well, life went on. We had over 200 people attend our New Year's party/wedding. It couldn't have been better. Kathy looked like an angel and, in my book, she was. I couldn't love my two kids more. I moved into the little house by the park. We could afford a bigger place but this is what Kathy wanted. We spend most of our evenings home together. We do make it to McDonalds at least once a week. Jake's favorite restaurant.
June had her baby, a cute little baby boy, her second child. She will be off for a few months. When she starts back it will only be part time. She wants to spend more time at home with her kids. I don't blame her.
I gave April a big raise and made her a full time agent. That way I could take more time off to be with the family.
Everyone wanted to know about our honeymoon. It was fantastic. We took the kids and went to Disney World. We got two rooms with connecting doors. We ran the kids everywhere all day and then the night belonged to us. We took full advantage of it.
I don't know to this day if uncle Frank told me the truth or whether mom put him up to it. But right now I don't care. I now have my childhood sweetheart and I can guarantee life couldn't be better.
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Stepdaughters Visit Ch. 01 | 75,881 | 4.51 | 2,167,279 | [
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"pussy eating",
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"petite",
"foot fetish",
"cunnilingus",
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] | Danni, my stepdaughter, was twenty four years old. She had been living with her boyfriend for nearly five years. I didn't really know the girl that well due to the fact that me and her Mother had only been together for a little over a year before Danni had flown the nest.
We very rarely saw Danni after she moved out. She kept in contact with her Mother, Jane, via phone and social media but her visits were few and far between. Her visit this time was totally out of the blue. It was a Saturday afternoon when she turned up in floods of tears.
Apparently she had had a major bust up with her boyfriend. Knowing that she needed her Mother's shoulder to cry on I left them to it and retreated to the garden where I had plenty of chores to keep me busy.
I was of course eager to Know what Danni was so upset about. As I pottered around outside, I kept an eye on the two women through the patio windows. For sometime, all I saw was my wife's arm around her daughter who was sobbing uncontrollably.
When I next looked, I saw Danni leaving the room and quickly took the opportunity to find out what had happened.
"What's the problem?" I asked, opening the patio door and poking my head in.
"Not exactly sure yet, she's barely stopped crying to explain. Sorry Tony, our quiet weekend isn't going to work out," Jane said.
"Don't worry, the girl obviously needs her Mum. Let me know if there's anything I can do," I said.
"Thanks Love," Jane said and blew me a kiss.
Luckily it was a warm sunny day so it was no great hardship to keep myself busy in the garden. I took my time and probably spent as much time sitting down enjoying the sun as I did working.
It was nearly half six when Jane came out and found me almost asleep. I had laid back in one of the two reclining garden chairs on the lawn and almost jumped when I heard her speak my name.
"I see you've been hard at it," Jane said laughing as she sat down on the other chair.
"Oh God, I was just drifting off then. Well, how's Danni now? Did you find out what the problem is?" I asked.
"Yeah pretty much. Apparently Danni thinks Sam is seeing someone else," Jane said, Sam being her boyfriend.
"Oh, what makes her think that?" I asked.
"She thinks he's gone off her. Without going in to detail he's lost interest in the bedroom department," Jane explained.
"Okay, but that doesn't necessarily mean he's seeing someone else, I mean, perhaps he's tired. I know he works hard, or it could be a number of other things!" I said.
"Yeah I know, I said much the same thing to her. To be honest I think she's got it all wrong. Hopefully after a couple of days apart it will work itself out. Mind you from what she's told me they don't seem to be on the same page when it comes to sex," Jane said.
"Whoa, okay, hang on. I don't think I need to know any more. Anyway how is she feeling now? Where is she?" I asked.
"She's a lot calmer now, after our chat, she's gone for a soak in the bath. I was thinking, we need some dinner. Do you fancy a Chinese?" Jane asked.
"Yeah sure, good idea," I agreed...
Around eight I went to pick up our pre-ordered take away. Jane was waiting in the kitchen when I returned.
"Thanks love. Hope you don't mind if I take mine and Danni's upstairs, only I thought it would be a good idea if me and her got into a film to take her mind off her troubles," Jane said.
"Yeah sounds like a good idea," I replied.
I really didn't mind. Jane was often in bed by nine so it was no big deal. We actually had separate bedrooms now mainly due to the fact that I often suffered with insomnia so it solved the problem of me disturbing Jane's sleep, which often happened when we shared a bed.
As far as our sex life was concerned, well it made no difference. Unfortunately, it was now non-existent and hadn't been for the past two years or so. Jane was going through the menopause and had lost all interest in sex. I lived in hope that one day it would return.
It must have been about ten O'clock when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. I had showered before eating and was relaxing in front of the TV wearing only my pyjama trousers as it was a warm evening.
"Mind if I join you" asked Danni.
"No of course not, come and sit down," I answered, surprised to see her.
"Mum's asleep already but I don't think I could sleep yet," she said sitting down the opposite end of the sofa to me.
"To much on your mind I expect!" I said.
"Yeah its a bit like that," she agreed.
"Did the chat with your Mum help?" I asked.
"Yeah she made me realise that I am probably over thinking the problem, but she did suggest I get your take on it. You know, like a man's point of view," she said.
"Oh! Well, I don't know!" I spluttered.
"It's just that from what Mum said oral sex wasn't an issue with you and her. You both enjoyed it. But Sam, well, he wont do it. At least not to me," Danni said.
I was totally out of my comfort zone. I didn't think I should be talking to my stepdaughter about such things and I was surprised Jane had suggested it.
"By the way Mum feels really guilty that she's lost interest. She said that you've been really good about it but she does feel bad. She still loves you you know," She said.
"You really have had good chat with your Mum haven't you. Yeah I know she still loves me and I still love her" I said feeling very awkward with the conversation.
"So what do you think? Am I being unreasonable expecting oral from Sam? I mean he's happy for me to do it to him. More than happy in fact," Danni said.
I looked across at Danni and for the first time saw her as a woman rather than a stepdaughter. Of course I knew she was a very attractive girl, with her long blond hair which she had tied up above her head and her big blue eyes staring at me awaiting my answer.
"Well in my opinion I think he's being very selfish. If he expects oral sex from you but wont do the same for you that just isn't right. Have you talked to him about it? Have you asked him why he wont?" I asked.
"No I haven't really. Mum said I need to," Danni replied.
"You do need to Danni, find out what the problem is," I said.
I had to cross my legs when I remembered I was only wearing my pyjama trousers which would do little to hide my growing erection. All this talk of oral sex was having an involuntary effect on me. It didn't help much when I saw Danni lift her legs up from the floor and tuck them under herself.
"Yeah I know you're right," she said.
We sat there in silence for a couple of minutes watching the TV. Not that I could tell you what we were watching, my mind was else where as I suspect Danni's was.
"I haven't had sex for weeks!" Danni suddenly blurted out.
I was shocked at the sudden admission and looked across at her.
"Well I haven't," she said when she saw my expression.
"Mum told me you've got a lovely penis. I'd love to see it," Danni said with a dirty grin on her face.
"DANNI! I don't think that would be appropriate do you!" I said not quite believing what I was hearing.
"I don't think Mum would mind you know, she kept hinting, saying you must be so frustrated and what a waste of such a lovely penis. I mean I'm frustrated and it's only been a few weeks for me. I can only imagine how it is for you! How long has it been? " she asked.
"Over two years. Anyway I can't believe your Mum said all of that," I answered struggling to conceal my growing erection.
"Honestly she left me in no doubt at what she meant. Don't you think I'd feel guilty otherwise!" she said.
Before she'd stopped talking she had stood up. I suddenly realised she was wearing one of her Mothers dressing gowns, a short red silky one. Danni was a very slim build and only about five foot one tall which was similar to her Mothers height.
"Come on I'm dying to see it, I know you're getting hard!" she said.
Kneeling down on the floor in front of me she pulled at my legs until she could shuffle up between them. I knew I shouldn't be allowing it but I was to weak to resist. My erection was now obvious as it made a tent in my pyjamas.
"Wow that looks big," Danni said gently rubbing her small hands up and down my thighs while eyeing up the bulge in front of her.
Her nervous excitement was like watching a young child about to open their present. Danni reached forward with both hands and unbuttoned my pyjamas and opened them up.
"Oh Wow, Mum wasn't joking," she said with her first sight of my erect penis.
I had never considered that my penis was anything special. I knew it was thicker than many but I believed it was of average length. Danni certainly liked what she saw. She pressed it lightly against her left cheek with her hand and rubbed herself against it.
"Oh God that feels so good," she said.
My cock was twitching from the contact. It was as though she was rubbing herself against a small puppy or kitten. Brushing her nose against it she moved her head and rubbed my shaft against her right cheek.
"I wish Sam's cock was this nice. Mmmm so smooth and so hard," Danni said closing her eyes in obvious delight.
She spent several minutes rubbing her cheeks against me, occasional swapping from one side to the other. Looking down watching the young girl rubbing my rock hard cock against her pretty face was beyond belief.
"Awww look, he's got a tear in his eye," Danni said noticing the pre-cum oozing out.
Holding the shaft in her left hand she used her right index finger to wipe the tear away. She studied her fingertip before tasting it on her tongue.
"I can't believe how thick your cock is. Look, I can't close my hand around it. God I just love it," she said and began passionately kissing it all over.
Needless to say I was having trouble controlling myself. After so long without any physical contact I had to concentrate so it didn't end too soon. It was made all the more difficult when I felt Danni's hot little tongue exploring my bulging knob. Not that I was complaining.
"Wanna taste my pussy?" Danni suddenly asked.
It wasn't exactly a question and Danni wasn't waiting for an answer. Standing up she reached out with her right hand and I quickly understood her intention. Taking hold of her hand in mine Danni steadied herself while she stepped up on to the sofa placing one foot either side of me.
Now standing astride me she braced herself with both hands flat against the wall directly behind the sofa. I looked down to her dainty little feet either side of me and placed a hand on each. Slowly I ran my hands up the outside of her silky smooth legs and up under her gown.
I had lost all my inhibitions at this point. Reaching up I undid the tie of her robe and pulled and held it open. The first thing I noticed was her smooth shaved pussy. The darker skin of her lips which protruded out were twisted together, guarding the delights within.
"You have a gorgeous body Danni, you really do," I said.
I ran my hands up and down the outside of her legs keeping her gown open to study the rest of her body. Of course I knew she had a small chest but now seeing them naked they seemed to look bigger. Perhaps it was the large areolae around the stiff little nipples.
Being much taller than Danni my eyes were almost level with her navel. Leaning forward I kissed her flat stomach before teasing her belly button with my tongue while my hands kneaded her plump little buttocks.
Sliding forward in my seat to lower my head I kissed the top of her inner thigh, first one side then the other. She smelt fresh and soapy. I licked the crease where her leg joined her body. Turning my face to lick the other side I gently blew across her pussy lips and clitoris.
Danni's whole body seemed to shiver slightly and a soft moan escaped her lips. Looking up I saw she had her eyes closed and I once again enjoyed the sight of her little breasts.
Returning my attention to between her legs I lightly kissed either side of her pussy lips. I heard Danni take a sharp intake of breath when, with the tip of my tongue, I gently licked at her soft moist folds.
"Oh God, Oh Yes, That's so good," Danni said in a breathless whisper.
Very slowly I wriggled my tongue between her lips and opened her up. I was quickly rewarded by the taste of her juices that came flooding out. I lapped up the sweet nectar before delving deeper.
"OH Fuck Yes," Danni said in another breathless tone.
Replacing my tongue with a finger I very slowly pushed it in to her tight hole. It slipped in easily. She was so wet. When I kissed her sensitive clit her body shivered once again.
Wanting to prolong Danni's enjoyment a little longer I removed my finger and repeated the whole procedure all over again starting by kissing her thighs. By the time I had returned my tongue to her pussy, every small touch was causing her body to tremble.
Inserting my finger again and sucking on her clit Danni started to pant. I managed to get a second finger inside her. She was very tight but she was also very wet. I began finger fucking her faster and faster.
"Oh God Yes, Fuck Me Fuck Me Fuck MEEEE," Danni cried out.
Her body went ridged and she held her breath while an orgasm consumed her...
It seemed like an age before she took another breath and when she did her body went limp and I had to quickly remove my fingers from her dripping pussy to catch her as her legs buckled. I managed to sit her down beside me.
"That was incredible, thank you," Danni said kissing my arm before laying her head against it.
"You don't have to thank me Danni, most men would be more than happy to do the same thing," I said.
"Most men perhaps, so why wont Sam?" she said.
"Wish I had the answer to that. Makes no sense to me," I said.
"Please be honest. Did you really enjoy it? I mean I don't smell do I? Or do I taste bad or something?" she asked.
"Good God No. Quite the opposite in fact. You taste amazing and smell even better. Honestly Danni you're a very sexy girl," I said reassuringly.
"Awww thank you," she said and kissed my arm again.
After a couple of minutes of silence I felt Danni's fingers touch my now flaccid penis. It was soon twitching back to life as she stroked it up and down. When it started to rise Danni wrapped her hand around the shaft and gave it a little squeeze.
"You do have a really lovely cock. And look at all this, I've never seen so much pre-cum!" Danni said lifting her hand up and studying the gooey mess stringing between her flexing fingers.
"Well rest assured, that's what the taste of your pussy did for me," I said.
"Oh Wow," she said smiling.
She continued playing with my growing erection. Stroking, wanking and running her fingers over the knob. Then suddenly she stopped.
"Yeah, I know what you'd like!" she said as though remembering something.
Watching her stand I again admired her sexy young naked body. Moving to stand in front of me she held out her right hand and she motioned for me to hold it. She then placed her right foot flat against my shaft.
"Mum told me about your foot fetish," she said with a dirty smile.
The sight and touch of her perfect little foot against me had me rock hard in seconds. Still holding her hand to steady her Danni pushed my shaft against my body and began rubbing her foot up and down its length.
"Does that feel good?" she asked, knowing what the answer would be.
"That's so good," I said.
Curling her toes over the knob she pulled my cock away from my body and pushing against its natural inclination laid her foot flat against the other side so her heal was close to my glans.
After a couple of minutes of rubbing her foot and toes all over my twitching shaft Danni could see I was getting very close. Letting go of my hand she knelt down between my legs.
As she had done earlier she rubbed her cheek against me. First one side then the other she had soon covered her cheeks with my pre-cum. Danni must of felt my cock throb. Wrapping her left hand around the shaft she began wanking.
"I want your cum in my mouth, cum for me." she said and started flicking her tongue over my bulging purple knob.
As the first stream of cum spurted out Danni quickly closed her lips over my knob. Although she struggled to open her small mouth wide enough she was determined to catch every last drop.
I didn't think it would ever stop. I couldn't remember ever coming for so long. Danni gagged a couple of times but kept me firmly inside her mouth until she was sure I had finished.
Finally she let my spent cock slide from her lips. Just a small trickle of spunk escaped and dripped down her chin.
"That was one huge load, I didn't think it was ever going to stop. Very tasty though," Danni said licking her lips.
"It's been so long Danni. That was so good," I said.
She sat back beside me and rested her head back against my arm.
"Why do they call it a blow job? I mean it isn't is it! If anything it should be a suck job!" Danni said.
"Yeah, I know I used to wonder the exact same thing. I believe it comes from Victorian London and prostitutes offering their services. They used to offer a 'below' job and I guess it evolved from there," I explained.
"Oh yeah, that makes sense. Below, b'low, blow... You're not just a pretty cock are you," Danny joked... |
Still Waters Ch. 02 | 7,009 | 4.8 | 1,826,333 | [
"family",
"werewolves",
"love",
"trust",
"non-human",
"nonhuman"
] | *As I write this story, I can only use my experience to convey how the characters feel. I'll never forget that night, and how everything was so still. It has taken me a year to write again, but this is what I do. Thank you all for not giving up on me.
Evangeline and Declan are a special couple and this hopefully will help you understand the significance of their relationship.
AN: All of the characters are above 18. Please read and share your thoughts.
Chapter 3 will be written as soon as I get a break.*
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Bertha and Evangeline went home. It was so quiet. It was always quiet unless momma was fussing about something, but tonight it was eerily quiet.
Declan knew it might not be proper, but he needed to be with Evangeline. He went straight to her house. Unless Evangeline told him to go, he was not leaving. *Declan, I'm coming.* Deacon sent. Declan sighed.
Walking with a purpose, the fair were approached the home of Willie and Bertha DuPont. Many wolves watched and wondered if this was wise. Ryelle sent a command. No one was to interfere with Declan and his mission. Evangeline needed him. They stood down.
Evangeline sat in the front room by her mother. Bertha was simply stunned. She just stared. Evangeline, in her own pain, feared for her mother. Would she lose both parents tonight?
Then someone knocked. Both women faced the door.
Evangeline opened it and her heart raced at the sight of her mate. She needed him here. She needed his strength. But if momma reactive negatively, she'd ask him to leave.
Bertha sat. She should have been furious that this man had the gall to come to her house. Now was not the time to woo his mate. But then she saw the steel in his eyes. He was here for Evangeline. She was his to protect even if it was from her, Evangeline's mother. Bertha knew. She was wrong. She as so wrong, and now it was too late to admit this to her mate.
Tears began to fall, slowly cascading down her cheeks as she realized the finality of it all. All her mate wanted was to see his daughters happily mated with men that loved them, and she denied him that right where Evangeline was concerned. She not only failed her daughters, but she failed her one true love as well. Her chest began to hurt, but she would not allow Evangeline to know.
"Evangeline, invite your mate in." Declan entered. " I apologize that it's at a time like this that we invite you into our home. My mate, my Willie planned to meet you tonight." She stopped mid-sob, and turned to go to her room. Declan moved.
Declan pulled her into his embrace. "Mrs. DuPont, it's alright. It's ok. Everything will be fine." He whispered using touch to try and reach this much older wolf that was now completely devastated.
Bertha nodded. "Stay, you two talk. I'll be in our room." She whispered before she walked away.
Evangeline cried, and Declan held her. He didn't know what to say. There was nothing he could say. He simply held her. The hour grew late, and the tendrils of the morning sun began to peak though the clouds. Evangeline had just fallen asleep a few hours earlier in his arms. He gently lay her on the sofa as he decided to try and make coffee at least.
As he stood in their kitchen, checking the cabinets for the remnants of a coffee pot and beans, someone knocked. One of the neighbors came over. She offered to make breakfast for them. Declan stepped aside and let her in. He sat next to Evangeline where she slept, wondering, how, what could he do. He had no answers.
Soon, the small house was crowded. "Young man, go home. Change and rest. I'll watch over Evangeline for you." A kind voice whispered. Declan smiled. If Mrs. Hattie told him to go, then he'd better do what she said.
"Yes, ma'am, tell her I'll be back. OK." Declan whispered.
Hattie smiled. She liked this young man. He was a good person and Evangeline deserved that above all else. For a moment she missed her Suni. She thought of her and Rayan. She would call and let her know, but she would understand if they could not come home.
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Meanwhile, Ryelle and Tasha were busy. The DuPont daughters would arrive at any minute. Tasha prayed that for once chaos would not erupt.
As they rose and prepared for breakfast, their son Akeemo entered the room. "Mom, dad, what do you need me to do today? I know you will be busy with everything... I mean, Mr. Willie passing is such a shock." He mumbled.
Ryelle sighed, "We must meet his daughters and their mates. Your mother and I will get them settled. Can you go to the stables and see if you can fill in until we appoint another care taker for the animals?" Ryelle suggested.
Akeemo nodded. He loved going to the stables. Often Mr. Willie would be there and he'd listen to him talk. Yesterday, he visited again, griping about his mom, when Mr. Willie told him to just stop. "Listen boy, you have a few years on this rock. We live a little longer than most, but someday, we must go. Your mother is a great woman, and you dishonor her with your complaints. What if something happened and you lost her tomorrow. Would it matter." He paused. As if he was thinking. "Let her know you love her son. You never know when it will be your last chance."
He turned and went back to work. Akeemo was stunned. Mr. Willie was never harsh, but at the time he was so serious, and now he was gone. Akeemo knew he was right. He told him that you only have so long here and to enjoy each moment as you can.
He stopped, and soon they fed the animals. Soon he had to go, but even he noticed that Mr. Willie was unusually quiet. He should have stayed. Maybe he could have helped him.
"Akeemo, thank you. I know you helped him often, and the animals know you. You make me proud son." Ryelle whispered.
Akeemo nodded and then he looked at his mom. He hugged her. "I love you, and I promise to do better." He whispered.
Tasha returned his embrace. "I love you, too, son." She whispered.
"The girls will be here soon. Let's go eat so we can be ready when they get here." Ryelle suggested
Tasha agreed, and the alpha family joined the rest of a solemn pack for breakfast. Soon, the DuPont daughters arrived.
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"'Vange, girl you look so good?" Kina, her older sister, greeted her hugging her tightly. When she left to go to Kingsley with Reggie, her deepest regret was leaving Evangeline and her dad her with Momma. She knew Benia and Lani were home, so she told herself it would be alright. Then her two sisters joined her at Kingsley. She called as often as she could, but she still felt guilty for leaving.
Her next oldest sister, Lani was next, and she greeted her as well with a strong embrace. They were not sure how the next day would go, but Evange was not staying here with Momma. "We gots you, ok?" She whispered.
Screeching and rushing forward was her sister that she remembered getting into all kinds of mischief with. Kina was the oldest and set the rules. Lani was the enforcer, and Benia always found a way around them often taking Evangeline along for the ride. "Look at you, acting like you're grown. I met your mate. Girl, he is fine!" the sister closest to her in age boasted. Her mate, cleared his throat, clearly not liking his mate's roaming eye.
Evangeline laughed. "You're mated, Benia, remember that." She teased.
"My boo, knows he's the only one for me." Benia insisted. "Look, after the ceremony, we have to catch up."
The four women returned to the home of Bertha and Willie. Alpha Ryelle had arrangements in place for all three couples.
Bertha was home and stood as all four daughters entered. She did not speak. She just looked at them. Bertha was quiet. She showed a brave face even before her daughters. Not one tear dropped.
"Mama, come on, sit." Reggie, Kani's husband, took charge. Cam and Kyron waited. Their mates stood and for a moment neither male could feel them through their bonds. Yet, Reggie didn't let the cold, stillness stop the beta that he was born to be. In hs mind, Bertha DuPont was family, and he would care for her.
"Kani, bring Mama a blanket," Reggie ordered. His words spurred his mate forward. Bertha simply followed him on remote. He led her to the large wing back chair and made sure she was comfortable.
Evangeline helped Kani retrieve her blanket, and she took her seat at her mother's side. Lani and Benia were stunned. They'd never seen their mother like this. She seemed broken, scared, and so alone.
"Momma," Lani whispered. "Do you want something to eat or drink?
"No. I'm fine." Bertha croaked.
Benia also was stunned at the state her mother was in. She joined Evangeline and sat at her other side. Her mate, Kyron waited. *Love, do you want to stay here with her tonight?* He asked.
Benia didn't know how to answer. This was her momma. This woman faced things that would destroy most men. Her mother faced foes that caused many to quake. She's never seen her so weakened.
*Just for a little while after the ceremony.* She answered.
Kyron understood.
The ceremony was scheduled for noon. She asked for that specific time. Noon was special because that was the time, she took him his lunch. For over many years, they shared a noon day meal. No one bothered them, because they knew noon was hos time with hos mate. She needed this time to say goodbye.
"Momma, are you ready to dress for the ceremony?" Evangeline asked.
Bertha looked at her. She wanted to tell her that she was not a child. She was capable of getting herself ready. But she held back those words. Her daughters, all four, helped her. Kani helped wash her body, and Benia and Lani helped her don her dress. Her youngest daughter, her Evangeline, styled her hair. Soon all four women were ready to say their farewells.
The small family walked to the burial pyre. The pack fell in line behind them. The last to join the precession were the alpha family. Each girl was supported by her mate. Bertha was not surprised when, Declan left his brother's side and stood behind Evangeline. This was right. This was where he belonged.
"She stood as the men place Willie's body on his funeral pyre. Alpha Ryelle stood and gave him his last rites. People wept, but Bertha and her girls stood strong. Bertha straightened her spine as the burial pyre was lit. She watched, completely dry eyed, as her mates remained were burned. Someone gave a mournful howl. No one knew what to do. It was expected, as the flames greedily consumed his remains. The top collapsed, and Bertha dropped to her knees. Kani and Evangeline rushed to her and held her up. A sorrowful moan filled the air as the pack cried. Their sorrow palpable.
Soon, as the remains continued to burn, the others began to leave. Bertha did not move.
"Momma, it's getting late. We need to go." Evangeline whispered.
Bertha nodded and allowed her children to lead her home. Ryelle ordered that the remains be collected and when bertha was ready, they could be released in the river. So, Willie's remains were placed in a black and golden encrusted urn. Alpha Ryelle ordered the urn to be placed in the vault at his home. Tasha took his hand. She knew this took a lot out of her mate. She sent him a shaft of love and he returned her embrace.
Evangeline stayed with her mother. She worried, but her sisters told her momma would be fine. Evangeline knew that she would not.
A few days later, her sisters and thoer mates needed to return home. As much as they wanted to stay, they had responsibilities at Kingsley.
One morning, as Evangeline waited for Ms. Hattie to come and try to get momma to eat, someone knocked. She was surprised to find Deacon and Declan standing there. "Babe, we are headed over for breakfast. I thought you and Ms. Bertha might want to join us.
Bertha came out and she felt numb. "Ms. Bertha, It' me, Declan, I was wondering if you and Evangeline wanted to go have breakfast with us?"
Bertha didn't answer. "Momma, this young man asked you a question. The least you can do is answer." Kina replied, already annoyed.
Bertha looked at her daughters. She opened her mouth and then closed it. She opened her mouth again, and closed it. Finally she spoke her truth. They were beautiful. "I'm sorry. I was not a good mother. I was to set in my ways. I was too demanding. Willie always told me to calm down, and I'd fuss at him. He never wanted to worry me. He never said anything about being in pain. I checked our bond often and he never hinted that something was wrong. I failed my mate. I failed all four of my girls and y'all are right to hate me. I can accept that. All I ask is that you all look out for each other. She looked at her two daughters, tears in her eyes. Evangeline, go join your mate for breakfast. I'm not hungry and I'll be fine. I'm always fine, right."
She then turned and walked back into her room. Evangeline started to follow when Declan stopped her. "Babe, you need to eat."
"Momma needs..." Evangeline started to argue.
Kina spoke. "She is fine. She just needs time. I'm here and she is not alone. Go, have breakfast. Reggie and I are here."
Benia and Kyron, Lani and Cam, joined Declan and Deacon and they convinced Evangeline to go eat breakfast.
Ryelle and Tasha ate and saw when the group entered. Evangeline looked extra tired. Tasha knew she was worried about her mother. Tasha also knew that despite everyone's words, Evangeline had a right to be worried.
*Evangeline, come see me after breakfast.* Tasha sent.
Bertha muted her bonds. Tasha could still feel her because as Madam Alpha she had the ability to override blocks. The pain Bertha was suffering from was unbearable, and Tasha realized this was always true where bertha was concerned. She was always hurting emotionally. The only time it wasn't overwhelming was when she was with her mate. Now he was gone, and bertha was a ticking time bomb. Tasha also suspected if bertha imploded, Evangeline would take the blow hardest of all. She personally placed herself in the position of her parents' caregiver.
*Yes ma'am.* Evangeline replied.
The group ate breakfast, but Evangeline did not talk. She kept checking her bond with the mother. *Nothing.* After breakfast, Deacon asked to fill in for Declan and allow him time with Evangeline and her mom, especially since two of her sisters and their mates were leaving.
Evangeline excused herself and went to see Madam Alpha Tasha. When she arrived in her office, Tasha simply hugged her. Kas was there and the other woman who everyone considered so tough broke down and cried. Her heart broke because Willie DuPont was one of the few that never made her feel different. Evangeline wept softly and allowed her Madam Alpha and Her beta to comfort her.
"Momma is not doing well. I know people see her as difficult, but this has thrown her. I've never seen her like this." Evangeline confided.
Tasha nodded. "Evangeline, let me and Kas help. We will do everything we can to help, ok."
Evangeline nodded, but she had no idea how these two would help her mother. The only person that really understood her was gone. Her dad was able to get through to her mom even when she was at her worse.
*Love, can you stop by Bertha's? Evangeline is here and she is very worried.* Tasha sent to her mate.
Ryelle never went to Bertha's home. When he was a pup, he and his siblings knew which wolves not to bother. He reached out to her and grew alarmed. Bertha DuPont needed to be watched. He was stopping by. "Damian, Jebutu, we need to go see Bertha DuPont."
His brothers froze. They supported their brother's every move and if he said this then he needed them to go with him.
Reggie knocked at his mother-in-law's door. He knew she was not every find of him. As a matter of fact she did not like any of the males her daughters mated with. "Ms. Bertha, I made you a sandwich. You need to eat something. You have not eaten since we arrived and that is not good." He called.
Bertha looked at the door. In the solitary confines of her room, she cried silent tears. She did not answer at first, but Reggie was not leaving. "Ms. Bertha, please, open the door."
Bertha stood and wiped her face. She opened the door and reached for the small plate. Reggie gave it to her, but before she could close the door in his face he said something that stopped her.
"He loved you. The day, Kina and I mated, you kicked her out. I was furious. I've never seen a wolf so adamant about protecting his woman as he was that day. He would die for you, Ms. Bertha and he would not want you to cry alone by yourself like this. I know I'm not what you wanted for your daughter, but I am your son. As your son, I will be here. I will protect you. You are not alone. Just, let us in a little. You don't have to do everything by yourself." Reggie concluded. Bertha closed the door.
He joined his mate. "We can't leave. She needs us to stay here."
Kina looked around. "What about the kids. We need to go home, Reggie. You know they need us there and your parents can't keep watching them."
Reggie sighed, "Then we go get them and bring them here. I'll talk to Alpha Ryelle. Ms. Bertha needs us and we're staying."
Kina was confused. For some reason, Reggie seemed determine to stay here. She came home to say good bye to her father. She had no desire to deal with her mother. Bertha DuPont was not some helpless little old woman. She was mean, spiteful, and she had an awful bite. She never wanted to expose her pups to her viciousness. "Babe, you don't really know her. Remember how she treated you when we decided to mate. She can be pure meanness."
Reggie sighed, "So that's where you get it from. She's strong. She's a fighter. We are Kingsley and we take care of our family. She is family and until she can care for herself, we stay here."
Kina sighed. She tested her bond with her mother and found it closed off completely. She looked at her mate. He was adept at reading others. If he sensed something was wrong, then they needed to stay. Lord help her deal with Momma if she went off the deep end. "Ok, let's go get the kids." At that moment, the alpha and his brothers knocked at the door.
The alpha and his betas entered. Reggie greeted them and Ryelle sent to Bertha. She did not respond. "Do we need to place her on watch?" he asked.
Kina and Reggie shared a look. Bertha's lack of response to her alpha was scary. Evangeline was here, but she had too much on her already. She needed help. Kina nodded and Reggie spoke. "For a night or two. We will be back. We're going to get our pups then come and stay here with her and Evangeline for a while." Reggie explained.
Ryelle nodded. "Is this ok with Jamal?" He would contact his nephew directly to gain permission for them to stay if necessary.
"He understands and has already granted permission." Reggie replied.
Ryelle nodded, relieved. He then walked over to Bertha's door and knocked. Using an alpha command, he called Bertha out of her room. His command barely worked, which worried the alpha even more. "Ms. Bertha, I want you to come with me and stay at the alpha home for a few nights. I don't want you staying here by yourself. I'll have some of the thetas along with your daughters to come a clear your home for you.
"No, no one touches his things. No one, just me." She whispered.
Damian and Jebutu shared a look. "OK" Ryelle agreed, "But you must rebuild your strength." He gently placed his arm around her shoulders. It was then he realized how frail, and small she really was. He looked at his brothers, and they nodded. Willie might be gone, but Bertha was not alone. She had her pack. She had Jackson. "Come with me." Ryelle whispered, and the older wolf complied.
Bertha stood and the alpha took her with him to his home. He informed Tasha who relayed a message to Evangeline that for a few nights, they would look after her mother.
Meanwhile, Abettia called Kina. They did not have to leave. She was bringing the children to them. She wanted to visit with Bertha herself.
Reggie held his mate. Her anger at her mother needed to be dealt with. It ended here. He would not allow ghost of the past to remain in his family. Benia and Lani returned and Kina explained that she and Reggie were staying a while longer. Benia understood why because she too worried about their mother's state of mind.
Lani was relieved that Evangeline was not going to be alone with their mother. Her mate hugged her. He learned a lot from Lani about her past, and he knew she kept some things hidden from her family. Her father was gone now, and maybe she should tell the truth. Her mother thought she defied her and mated with Cam out of stubbornness, but the truth was, she conceived and if her mother knew it would have destroyed her. So, they mated and left, never telling their parents about the child that was born.
Once when she talked with her father, the baby made a noise and he asked who that was. Lani fibbed and said a child she was watching. Willie was silent. "You know, I'd love to meet my grandchild one day." He said so softly, but because of her fear of her mother's reaction it was never allowed that to happen.
Lani and Cam were going back to Kingsley soon, but she felt now she needed to tell momma the truth. She missed Cam Jr. He was so much like Daddy, and she regretted that he'd never meet him. "I wished daddy had seen him. He would have loved him to pieces."
Cam held his mate in his arms. "It's not too late. I'll ask Betty to bring CJ too. Your mom needs to see her grand pups."
Lani was nervous. Unlike her sisters, she felt her mother held a higher disdain for her.
"I will protect you. You have no need to fear, Lani." Cam whispered. Lani relaxed, Cam sent his request to the betas. Logan assured him that CJ was coming with them.
The next morning, the four girls got up and decided to clean their mother's home. Each one picked an area. Leaving her bedroom off limits. Declan knew of the plans and joined them. He was amazed. There was so much history here. His mate and his children were doubly blessed.
The women started cleaning and the men were given the duty of pack horses. The four males carried out so many boxes, that they decided they needed a break. Soon, they hid outside and decided to mess with Declan.
"So, when do you plan on claiming her?" Cam asked Declan.
Declan sighed, "I'd mark her right now if she agreed, but she's worried about her mom."
Reggie nodded, "She is worried, but Mr. Willie would not want her to stop her life. If we are honest, neither would Ms. Bertha."
Benita's mate chimed in. "Look, her mother is her mother. She will probably be pissed. She spew some mean words, but in the end she is family. She will accept you eventually. Reggie and Cam, you have a leg up on us. When she sees her grand pups, she will probably forgive you guys. Benia and I a still working on it. Poor Declan here hasn't even gotten out of the gate." The guys laughed.
"You two need to stop going at it every night. Give yourself a chance to build up some spunk. Wait a week or so, and I bet she'll be carrying soon." Cam teased.
Reggie laughed. Soon, Damian joined the group. He reported that Bertha rested, and she would be home a little after noon. Tasha wanted to make sure she ate, so they would have breakfast and lunch at the alpha home.
He faced Declan. "I'm glad you're still here. Evangeline deserves a true chance at happiness."
Declan started to reply when Reggie received an important message. *Reggie, Cam, we are here.* Logan sent.
"They are here. Let's go get the kids." Cam suggested. Sending to their mates, Declan joined them as they went to greet their kids.
More wolves arrived at the alpha home. Bertha stayed in her room. Then she heard the children. Something snapped inside. She needed to see them. She walked out, just as her son-in-laws greeted their young. The younger two were in Reggie's arms. The oldest boy hugged Cam. It was then she realized why Lani left. Willie never got to meet his grand pup because of her. She froze mid-stride. Once again she failed as a true mate. Bertha froze. She didn't deserve to meet them. She turned around and locked herself back in her room.
In the Spirit Realm, the old ones watched. They welcomed Willie days ago and his main concern was his mate Bertha. She was why he stayed so long as he did, but his frail heart gave out. Maybe if he'd called the dragons, they could have helped, but then Bertha would know and he never wanted to worry her.
Eva watched. She knew that Bertha would torment herself until the truth was realized. They needed Willie to go back. He needed to see his mate and grant her absolution from her guilt. She would not be able to move on and live until she let the guilt go.
The old Ones called Willie to them. They explained what was going on. He watched. From the Spirit Realm he saw all three of his grand pups and just like before he was so proud of his daughters. *You need to talk to her now.* Eva explained.
Willie thought. Often Bertha talked so much he could never get a word in. But when she was quiet, he knew she was listening. Watching her sit in the room at the alpha home, weeping quietly, he spoke. In a soft whisper, he explained, *Bertha! My heart.* He sent. *I'm sorry I had to go. My chest hurt so badly even though I tried to ignore it. It grew worse and worse. I just could not take the pain anymore, so I went to sleep. You did nothing wrong. You never failed me. It was just my time. I'm sorry I had to leave you, but I just could not stay there.* And just like that, he was gone.
Bertha looked heavenward and replied, *Ok*. And for the first time since this nightmare became reality, she was felt like he was ok now. Her mate was no longer hurting. Now he was at peace, and she was actually happy for him. The pain was there just not as strong as before. She knew he never wanted to leave her, but he had no choice. He was okay, and he didn't want to leave her. His dying was not her fault. Bertha stood and went down stairs to meet her grand pups. She failed miserably as a mom, but she'd be the best darn grandma these pups had ever seen.
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*The end of chapter 2.
This chapter was so hard for me to write, but I'm glad I wrote it. I pray no one else ever has to experience something this devastating.
Please share your thoughts.* |
Step By Step Ch. 05 | 41,056 | 4.73 | 527,697 | [
"spanking",
"paddle",
"lesbian d/s",
"lesbian spanking"
] | Helen thanked Bernard profusely promising that she'd be back the very next time she needed anything doing to her hair and then went next door to the café. Sam was sitting over a cup of tea looking bored and dejected but, as soon as she saw Helen she brightened up.
"Wow! Look at you!" Sam exclaimed. "I knew Bernard wouldn't let us down."
"Yeah, it's... different," Helen replied.
"Different? You look great. Now sit down and we'll have some lunch." The waitress came over and they both chose salads off the lunch menu. As they ate Sam couldn't stop reaching up and running her fingers through Helen's hair, fascinated by how it felt now that it was so much shorter. They laughed and joked over the meal and Helen relaxed sufficiently that was almost able to forget just how she was dressed; this was turning out to be just another Saturday out shopping with her friend. When the time came to pay Sam got out her purse and riffled through it.
"Please, Sam, I'll pay for lunch. It's the least I can do," Helen urged.
"Will you, thanks, I appreciate that but it's not what I'm checking for," Sam replied. "I was looking to see if I have enough cash for... Oh fuck it; I'll put it on the plastic; why have credit cards if you don't use them."
"Sam!" Helen retorted, shocked by her friends language. "Anyway, we'll put what on the plastic?"
"You'll see. We haven't finished shopping yet. Now settle up if you're paying and we'll get going."
After Helen had paid the bill the two women headed back out onto the High Street. Sam, as ever, took the lead with Helen carrying the bags. As she followed along the crowded pavements she noticed Sam must have been shopping whilst she was getting her hair cut as the bag with the track suit in it was considerably bulkier but she didn't have time to look inside and see what she had purchased. When they got to the bottom of the High Street Helen was horrified to see that they were heading for Ann Winters, the local branch of a national chain of shops selling 'marital aids' as they so coyly put it. Helen would have blushed just to be seen standing outside it; she had never, ever, considered going inside. The window displays were of lingerie sets that she considered the ultimate in tacky; who could possibly want fur lined split crotch panties, none but the cheapest of whores would be seen dead in anything like that. To her dismay Sam grabbed her hand and dragged her inside.
"Sam, Sam, what are we doing in here?" Helen hissed, trying to keep her voice down. A rather bored shop assistant looked up but said nothing. Helen blushed beetroot.
Sam ignored her and went over to the displays, picked up a vibrator and playfully pointed it at her friend. Helen was far from being an expert but surely no man could ever be that large, the very thought of putting something like that inside her made her shudder, though whether with disgust or maybe a tinge of something else was anybody's guess.
"What's up?" Sam joshed. "Too big for you, I thought that you had been married."
"Sam, please." Helen did not see the joke and was getting increasingly uncomfortable.
"OK, this isn't what we're here for anyway. Come on, it's round the back."
The shop was arranged in such a way that the various display screens cordoned off various parts of the shop. Near the entrance were reasonably inoffensive items, things like fantasy outfits, lingerie and vibrators but, as they made their way to the back of the shop it got more risqué and they found the display of leatherwear. Helen, still acutely embarrassed at being in a sex shop, felt a little more comfortable now that she was out of view of the shop assistants but the blinking red light on a security CCTV camera reminded her that there were other ways of being watched.
"Right then, we need a paddle, something a bit better than the hairbrush I used earlier. As it's your bottom that's going to feel it I think it only appropriate that you should get to choose. Let's see what they've got." Sam wandered over to the selection and picked up what looked like a leather table tennis bat. "Something like this perhaps?"
"Sam!" Helen hissed, aware that the shop assistants were just the other side of the display screens. "I can't do this."
"Yes, you can, and you will," Sam replied firmly. "I'd get on with it if I were you, if I have to choose it will be the worse for your bottom."
Seeing the resolve in her face Helen reluctantly joined Sam over to the display. There was the inevitable school cane, bendy and whippy. She was no stranger to those; a teacher at the church school she had attended had been all too fond of using one. However, remembering how the hairbrush had felt, she was more intrigued by the leather paddles. There was one about three inches wide and maybe five inches long which somehow spoke to her; whilst it wasn't too brutal it was certainly enough to do its job, to punish naughty little girls. She picked it up and swished it back and forth wondering what it would feel like.
"This one, I think." She said, handing it to Sam.
"What was that?" Sam asked.
Helen suddenly realised where she had gone wrong.
"Please, Miss, please may we have this one," She said, holding the paddle out and giving a curtsey.
"That's better." Sam took the paddle from Helen and appeared to be examining it. Suddenly she reached down, flipped up the rear hem of Helen's dress and slapped the paddle across her buttocks.
"Ow! Sam!" Helen turned to remonstrate but saw the look on Sam's face. "Thank you, Miss," she said, hanging her head.
Secretly Sam was delighted. Firstly the paddle, whilst not the cheapest in the store, wasn't that expensive; it wouldn't make too big a dent when the credit card bill came in at the end of the month. Secondly it was roughly what she would have chosen. It showed that they were both thinking along the same lines. The paddle would certainly sting, and Helen was in for a lot of bright red bottoms, but it wasn't so harsh as to risk injury nor was it so feeble so as to be purely symbolic. Smiling to herself she went to the desk to pay. As the assistant wrapped the paddle she saw some bits and pieces on the display stand and added them to the purchase.
Helen stood apart. She was sure that the assistants would have heard her cry out; how could they not in the confines of the shop. Her right buttock was still stinging a bit from the slap Sam had given her. Had they watched? Of course they had, that was what the CCTV was there for. They were being very matter of fact about everything but seemed to be taking forever to settle the bill, Sam had even added something else but Helen's view was blocked and she couldn't see what. But finally, with everything suitably wrapped in a plain paper bag, they were off, back out onto the street. Once there Helen found herself shaking.
"Helen, are you OK?" Sam was instantly concerned for the welfare of her friend.
"Yeah, I guess so; I'm sorry, I feel a bit foolish but I've never been in one of those shops before," Helen admitted.
"Really? Where did you buy your vibrator?" Sam asked.
"I haven't got one. I've never... Look, I can't talk about this in public."
"OK, but... Hey, look, there's our bus. Quick, we can just catch it." Sam grabbed Helen's hand and they rushed across the road just in time to catch the number fourteen which would take them home. Once they had settled down in their seats Sam leaned over to Helen.
"So, Miss Innocent, are you telling me you've never owned a vibrator?" She asked.
"Of course not. Playing with yourself is disgusting." Helen begun before she realised what she was saying. "Look, Sam, it's the way I was brought up, OK? I was taught that touching myself 'down there' was wicked, that I'd burn in hell. Please, Sam, don't laugh."
"I'm not laughing, well, maybe just a bit." Sam put her arm round Helen. "Look, if you'll end up burning in hell at least I'll be there with you." Sam gently kissed Helen on the cheek. Mollified Helen snuggled up to Sam as the bus made its way through the crowded streets. Somehow hell didn't sound so bad with Sam there to share it.
Home at last Sam slumped in an armchair and demanded that Helen go make the tea. Helen, realising that they were back in role, back plying the game, gave a curtsey and went to the kitchen to put on the kettle. On the way her reflection in the hall mirror was a reminder of just how much had changed, the short dress and the radical haircut had transformed her into someone she had never been before, the woman in the mirror was strong, independent and lived life her own way, not the meek little mouse that had typified her life so far. However, this strong, independent woman was still under orders so she hurried off to the kitchen.
When she returned with the tea she placed the tray on the coffee table and, at Sam's bidding, sat down cross legged on the floor in front of her. Sam kicked off her shoes, rested her feet on Helen's lap and demanded a foot massage. Was it coincidence that her heel was resting against Helen's pubic mound?
"So, you've never owned a vibrator?" Sam asked.
"Please, Sam, don't tease, you know how I used to be," Helen returned.
"And what about now? Will you be buying one?" Sam seemed highly amused.
"I don't know; I haven't thought about it," Helen replied nervously, wondering where this conversation was going.
"Good job I bought you this, then." Sam reached into one of the shopping bags and produced a vibrator. It was eight or nine inches long and shaped like a bullet rather than a penis. The last two inches were shiny, as if they were chrome or silver. She reached back in to the bag and found some batteries and, within moments the vibrator was buzzing away. Helen watched like a rabbit caught in the headlights; she really didn't know how to react. Sam reached down with her foot and flicked up the hem of Helen's dress as she handed over the still buzzing object.
"Come along now, you know better than to keep me waiting," Sam urged. Helen reached for the vibrator. It seemed huge in her hands and there was no way it would fit inside her without some lubrication or foreplay. Her nerves threatened to overcome her; she was being asked, no told, to do something that was alien to her nature, that had been forbidden all her life. What is more she was being ordered to do it not in the secret confines of her bed but sat cross legged on the sitting room floor. She nearly refused but the look on Sam's face was unrelenting so she reached down, opened herself up and prodded the tip between her labia.
"You really don't know, do you?" Sam said. "Here, let me show you."
Sam got up out of the armchair and went round to kneel behind Helen. She wrapped her arms around Helen and taking her wrists guided her hands so that the vibrator was resting, point downwards on Helen's pubic mound, the tip just above her labia. Gently she eased it back and forth, up and down, letting Helen do most of the work.
"Is that any better?" She whispered in her ear. "Every woman has to find her own way; just do what feels good."
As soon as Sam had repositioned the vibrator Helen had felt the magic tingle and, as she explored the various positions the intensity ebbed and flowed. There, not enough; there, too intense but there, oh yes! The tingle from the vibrator, the warmth of Sam's arms around her, the fact that she had been sexually aware, if not actually aroused, all day, all combined with a wicked feeling that she was brazenly doing something bad, and loving every minute of it, made a heady mix, a mix she was fast becoming addicted to. She hardly noticed as Sam let her take control, that it was now entirely down to her where the vibrator was positioned and how hard it was pressed against her.
"You like that, don't you?" Sam whispered.
"Yes, yes, I do," Helen replied breathlessly
"If you want a little more..." Sam turned the knurled bottom of the vibrator upping the speed to a higher intensity.
Helen now had both hands clamped against her groin, holding the vibrator lengthways against her slit. Sam's arms around her made her feel safe and the feel of Sam's body against her back made this a shared experience. Her whole body started to tense and relax in waves as the sensations from her groin flooded her with a warm golden glow. She tilted her head back, her breathing fast and shallow, her whole body was shaking, she could feel herself nearing...
"And that's quite enough of that," Sam said in a 'matter of fact' manner as she reached down and snatched the vibrator away. "I seem to remember that you were giving me a foot massage."
Sam switched off the vibrator and put it on the tea tray where it contrasted oddly with the cups and saucers. She then returned to the armchair and resumed her pose with her feet resting in Helen's lap.
At first Helen was too flabbergasted to speak; she'd been so close, it had felt so good and then, to stop short like that, her body simply couldn't change gear fast enough. Absentmindedly she went back to massaging Sam's feet but she couldn't concentrate. Helen's heel was once again lying in her lap and she tried to move so that it rested against her; she couldn't help herself, she had to get some sort of contact, something to stop the wonderful feelings inside her subsiding. Sam wiggled her foot in response.
"What's up?" she mocked. "Is someone feeling a little bit hot and bothered? Lift up your dress."
Sam removed her foot long enough for Helen to lift the hem of her dress before returning it to rest deep in Helen's groin. Almost in desperation Helen moved so as to rub herself against it but the angle was wrong and she couldn't quite...
"Well, well, well. You are a randy little cow, aren't you?" Sam continued in her mocking tone. "And you used to be such a good little girl, look at you now, rutting away like a dirty little slut. How badly do you need to come?"
"Please, Miss, very badly, Miss." And Helen meant it. Being called a slut, a randy little cow, had just added fuel to the fire within. The shame of acting like this, openly rubbing herself against her friend's foot, just intensified the thrill. She was being bad, so very bad, so wicked and, despite herself, loving every second. She just wished she could get Sam's foot just a little lower, pressed just a little harder.
"Well, you're going to have to wait, but I've got another treat for you." Sam reached into the bag and returned with a curious object which looked, at first glance, like something you would use to entertain a dog. "These are Smart Balls. Can you guess where they go?"
Sam handed the Smart Balls to Helen and removed her foot. As Helen held them she could feel them move strangely in her hand, there was some kind of weight inside which accentuated every movement and made them wobble. She glanced up at Sam who looked back with that mixture of concern and sternness that typified her role; Helen knew that she would have to obey. Before today she had never inserted anything other than tampons inside her vagina, now, shortly after her first use of a vibrator she was being told to use this thing. She nearly rebelled, nearly called a halt, she knew that Sam would understand but, having gone this far, it seemed a shame to let her squeamishness hold her back now. She reached down with her left hand and opened herself up. With her right she eased the two balls inside her so that only the string was left dangling; it said a great deal about her that the balls slipped in easily and her hands were now sticky with her juices.
"There, that's better. Now go and wash your hands and don't let them fall out."
Helen got up and headed for the bathroom. The Smart Balls gave the strangest sensation; they didn't exactly stimulate but she would never forget that they were there as every movement was magnified and echoed within her. She also needed to concentrate a bit whilst she walked, clenching her muscles to hold them in. She had no illusions as to what would happen were she to let them fall out; there was still at least one purchase from Ann Winters still unused and she didn't want to feel the paddle's sting just yet.
When she'd finished in the bathroom Sam was in the bedroom changing the bedding. Suddenly, it would seem, they had gone from playing games to doing the weekly chores. Helen went in and helped.
The rest of the afternoon had a surreal quality. Sam behaved as if nothing were out of the ordinary; it was Saturday and there were jobs to be done. They agreed that it made sense for Helen to fetch her washing from next door so that they could combine the loads and they worked together, vacuuming and dusting both the houses. However, even without the Smart balls, Helen was constantly aware of her condition. Sam had brought her to the brink time after time and her body, or more specifically her groin, would not let her forget her need. She just couldn't stop thinking about it. On top of that the short skirt, the lack of panties and the damn Smart balls wobbling away inside her and it felt as if her whole world was focussed on her privates. It didn't help that there was nothing actually holding the Smart balls inside her and, from time to time, Helen had to clench her muscles to ensure they didn't slip out.
Sam made it all too clear that she was all too aware of Helen's condition. On the surface they were just two friends sharing the weekend tasks, working together to lighten the load but Helen noticed that she was never alone and that Sam was always watching her, always keeping an eye on what she was doing. Then, from time to time, she would choose a moment when Helen had her hands full to tease and tantalise, to add fuel to the fire. By six o'clock they were making their meal and Helen was busy slicing mushrooms when Sam came up behind her and wrapped her arms around her clasping her hands across her lower belly.
"How are you doing? Not too hot and bothered?" Sam teased as she inched her hands lower.
"Please, Sam, please don't tease so much. I really need..." Even now Helen had problems saying the words.
"What do you need?" Sam asked the tips of her fingers no just millimetres away from Helen's labia.
"Please, I need... I need..." Sam's fingers weren't making it any easier for Helen.
"Is this what you need?" Sam pulled up the front of Helen's dress and her hands now rested directly over Helen's sex, her fingers moving in slow sensuous circles.
"Oh, yes!" Helen replied breathlessly. "Please, Sam... Please, Miss, please don't tease me any more. I need it so badly.
"What do you need? Say it, say it out loud or I'll stop."
"I need to come Miss." There, she'd said it, she'd admitted her need.
"But good girls don't get all hot and bothered, do they? Only bad girls need to come." Sam was calm, reasonable, like a teacher explaining something quite simple to a child. "Have you been a bad girl?"
Helen's head was reeling, she could hardly think beyond the fantastic sensations that were coming from Sam's fingers on her groin. Had she been a bad girl? Her whole upbringing told her so, told her that only immoral sluts abandoned themselves to their animal lusts like this; only 'bad girls' were so loose that they lost control, becoming slaves to their base desires.
"Yes, Miss, I've been a bad girl," she admitted.
"And does this bad girl deserve to be punished?" Sam continued.
"I... I... Yes, Miss, I do, Miss." Helen was lost in a tumbling whirl of powerful emotions. On a purely physical side the craving that came from her groin demanded release; she was sure she couldn't take another let down. On the other hand she was deep, deep into role, a naughty, naughty girl caught in the depths of wickedness who needed to feel the sting of the paddle, who needed the absolution that can only come from a well tanned backside.
Sam took her by the hand and led her through to the lounge where she retrieved the paddle they had purchased earlier from out of the bag which still lay on the coffee table. She sat down on the sofa and unceremoniously pulled Helen across her lap. With her free hand she flipped up the hem of Helen's dress pulling it up as far as it would go. Then she grabbed Helen's wrist, locking it behind her back and holding her tight before setting to with the paddle, alternating, first on buttock, then the other.
For Helen the sheer intensity was overwhelming, each sensation piled on top of the last was taking her higher, taking her further. Her bottom was on fire and her tears fell freely but she was more aware of the ever building tension within her groin. She wanted more; she arched her back, lifting her buttocks, opening her thighs. Surely Sam could see how close she was, how the craving within her was screaming for satisfaction and still the pounding on her rear continued until...
Sam tossed the paddle to the floor and reached between Helen's thighs, balling her hand into a fist and pushing it hard against Helen's vagina. Helen responded, urgently rubbing herself against the knuckle of Sam's thumb, desperately humping away until, finally, the dam burst. Helen lost all control, the fire from her buttocks had engulfed her, pushing her over the edge, triggering wave upon wave of sensation as the orgasm crashed within her. She clamped her thighs together and kicked and thrashed as the sheer intensity of the climax overwhelmed her until she could take no more and she flopped like a rag doll, collapsing across Sam's lap.
For a few moments Sam just let her friend lie there, allowing the shaking and the sobbing to subside. She no longer grasped Helen's wrist but just held her so as to stop her falling to the floor, stroking her gently. Eventually it was Helen who made the first move, sliding gently until she was on her knees on the floor. She threw her arms around Sam and they hugged and hugged, their emotional closeness matched with a physical one.
"That was... That was..." Helen started.
"Shh. I know, that was pretty intense, wasn't it?" Sam replied.
"Thank you, thank you," Helen murmured.
"You're welcome. We'll work out just how you can pay me back later, OK?"
"Of course. Look, I need to go to the bathroom." Helen started to get to her feet. Sam helped her up and they stood, still hugging.
"Off you go then," Sam said eventually. "You can take the Smart balls out now."
Smiling to herself Sam watched Helen disappear off upstairs. She was well satisfied with the day's work and it was far from over yet. Sure, she had spent far too much down at the market but it was worth it. It wasn't just that she was enjoying the power games; it was far more that she was enjoying watching Helen discover herself, watching her break out of the shell she'd live in for so many years. She went back to the kitchen and got on with the meal. |
Steward of the Wood | 40,813 | 4.78 | 304,978 | [
"nymph",
"dryad",
"woods",
"glade",
"pool",
"pregnancy"
] | *This is an entry in the 2007 Literotica Earth Day Contest. If found posted anywhere else with this note attached, this story has been posted without my permission. © 2007 LesLumens*
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The spring bubbled as a gentle breeze rustled the leaves above and the undergrowth around the pool. The clean smell of damp earth and fresh spring growth filled the air.
Daniel laughed as yet another splash of water struck him from a completely different corner of the pool this time. Looking in the direction from which the splash had arisen, he caught a glimpse of movement.
"Come out and play," Daniel whispered.
A giggle sounded from near the place where he'd seen movement only a moment before.
"What did you say, Daniel?"
"Shhh," arose a small, hissed admonishment from the undergrowth, rapidly followed by another musical giggle.
"Nothing," five-year-old Daniel called back to his mother, who gathered morels with his father a short distance away.
"Try not to get too wet, Daniel."
Daniel smiled at his mother, who smiled back, before moving toward the next mushroom. As soon as she looked away, Daniel felt another splash of water hit him.
He turned back, his brown hair whipping, and could see the ripples on the other side of the pool dissolving into its roiling surface. He kicked with his feet, splashing back, and heard soft, bubbling laughter coming from an entirely different quarter of the pool.
The game continued until Daniel's father declared it was time to return home to fry the morels. Daniel turned and waved to the opposite side of the pool, and thought he saw just a hint of his shy playmate peeking out to wave back.
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"Why not, Mom?" The now eleven-year-old Daniel pouted.
"Sweetie, for the same reason as it's been the last dozen times you've asked. It's not safe for you to go play in Mr. Johanson's woods any more. People dumping their old trash and things just make it too dangerous to go there. You could cut yourself on a broken bottle, or an old washing machine. Who knows what sorts of things are down there, now."
"Why do they do that, Mom?"
Sighing, she stooped down to hug him. "I don't know, Daniel. Some people just don't care. They dump their things there, because Mr. Johanson is too old to watch out for them. If they take them to the dump, they have to pay. It doesn't cost them anything to throw things over the hill, so they end up in the woods at the bottom."
"Somebody should make them stop," Daniel grumbled. Going to the pool in the woods were some of Daniel's fondest memories for the first nine years of his life. Then, the county had started charging to pick up trash, and people began throwing their junk everywhere. As soon as his mother saw the mess, she'd never taken him there again.
"You're right, dear. Maybe your father and I will find some people to help clean it up for Mr. Johanson, and put up some signs at the top of the hill by the road. We'll see if we have time, okay?"
"Okay, Mom. Can I go to the creek, then? There's no junk there."
"Okay, but don't get too muddy, and you make sure that you can hear me. You answer me right away when you hear me call you for supper."
"Okay, Mom," Daniel called over his shoulder as he ran out the back door toward the creek behind the house.
Running across the yard and the field beyond, Daniel hopped over the top of the hill to sail down toward the creek. He hit the ground again and stumbled down the rest of the way, just avoiding a tumble into the narrow creek.
Daniel poked the water, watching the crawdads and minnows swimming away from him. All the while, he thought of his special friend in the woods. He'd not seen her — he assumed it was a girl, by the way she laughed — very often the last few times he'd been in the woods. In the last two years, he hadn't seen her at all, of course. He'd crept toward the wood on many occasions, taking advantage of the low hill that obscured the edge of the property from the house. Once as close as he dared to go, he'd called out to his friend. She'd never answered him, and it made him sad.
His mother had told him that he was imagining things — that there was nobody living in the wood. As time went on, and he didn't see or hear his playmate, Daniel started to believe his mother. She'd said it was an imaginary friend, who seemed very real to him, but that there was simply nobody there.
Glancing toward the wood — something he'd not done in quite some time — Daniel thought, *I'll just go try to call to her one more time. If she doesn't answer, then I know she's just pretend.*
Nodding his head to emphasize his decision, Daniel ducked down low and jogged at the base of the hill, circling around toward the woods. When he neared the trail leading into the small stand of trees, he looked around to make sure nobody was around.
Satisfied that nobody else was close, he called out, "Hello?"
He waited a minute or two, and then tried again. Letting out a sigh of frustration and disappointment, Daniel turned back toward the creek. He stopped, and thought, *Maybe she can't hear me.*
Biting his lip, his blue eyes darting between the wood and the roof of the house, Daniel considered creeping into the woods closer to the pool. He knew he'd get in trouble if he got caught, but he didn't think his mother would be calling for supper too soon. He could sneak into the woods, try once or twice, and then run back to the creek in plenty of time.
Thinking that his mother might check up on him, Daniel crawled on his belly to the top of the hill and peeked through some tall grass toward the house. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his mother hanging the first shirt from a basket on the clothesline. If he hurried, he'd have plenty of time.
Walking quickly down the trail, Daniel hurried toward the pool. Although he'd originally meant to stop before entering the clearing with the pool, he couldn't help himself, and stepped out into the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy above.
Daniel frowned as he took in the sight. It was far worse than he remembered from the last time he'd been here. There were rusting appliances everywhere, and the whole place stank like garbage. Ripped plastic bags were scattered for as far as he could see, and he saw mice and other small animals fleeing from the garbage piles. A shimmering layer of oil floated on the pool, and though the rainbow patterns were somewhat pretty, Daniel wished the water were still clear so he could see the fish swimming all the way to the bottom again.
He called out half-heartedly, but he knew that nobody would answer. Even if his friend hadn't been pretend, nobody would come here any more.
Dragging his feet, Daniel walked back to the creek. After a minute or two, he returned to the house. Watching the fish just wasn't fun any more, after seeing the mess in his favorite place.
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"That does it. Good job, guys," Daniel said to the gathered Scouts as they picked up the last of the garbage bags piled near the trail. He could hear the grunts of the Scoutmaster, his father, and some other men who had volunteered as they loaded up the old rusting appliances and bigger things, preparing to haul them away.
Noticing two maple sprouts growing right next to each other, Daniel knelt down next to them. He remembered hearing that if nurtured properly, sprouts like this could grow together — becoming one tree. Thinking it would be something neat to memorialize this day, he carefully bound them together with some twine.
Picking up the last two bags, Daniel followed the rest of his troop up the trail. Once there, they tossed their bags in the back of one of the trucks. Daniel looked back at the woods and smiled. For the first time in five years, the wood was clean again. Actually, the whole area was cleaned up. His project was the last of several that he and a pair of friends had organized as part of the requirements to qualify for the rank of Eagle Scout.
It would stay clean, too. The county police were all former scouts, and they'd immediately agreed to help out with the project. After several nights of watching along the county road, they'd issued dozens of illegal dumping citations, and not a single bag of new trash had appeared in months.
Daniel sighed, realizing that the trash was probably just being thrown somewhere else now, but at least he'd done what he could.
Old Mr. Johanson got up slowly from his lawn chair, where he sat with Daniel's mother. "Thank you, Daniel, my boy. I hated seeing the woods like that, and I couldn't do nothing about it. I ain't the only one happy to see it, neither. Folk are saying they're glad to see everything all cleaned up again. Maybe that they can hunt mushrooms again. Fitting thing for Earth Day too, I'm for thinking."
"I'm so proud of you, Daniel," his mother beamed.
"Hey, what about me?" Daniel's father said with a laugh while wiping sweat off his brow with the rust-stained sleeve of his shirt.
"I'm proud of you too, Darling," she laughed back.
The Scoutmaster clapped his hands and shouted, "Good job, Scouts! Now, let's get cleaned up and back in the van. I'm taking everyone out for pizza. It's not very often that we have three Scouts make Eagle in one year — let alone at only sixteen — so we're going to celebrate."
A whoop of approval went up from the assembled scouts, and they hurried toward the house to wash up.
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Daniel sighed, and walked away from the tent. His father patted him on the back, and Daniel turned to take one last look at Mr. Johanson's grave. It was hard to believe the jovial old man was gone. He'd been in poor health for as long as Daniel could remember, but he'd just kept hanging on, all the way to age ninety-nine.
*"Clean living, my boy,"* he'd always said when asked how he'd come to live so long. After which, he'd take a drag off his cigarette and another pull off his bottle of whiskey.
Daniel smiled, remembering that old man Johanson wouldn't allow others to take up his vices, though. It had been his elderly neighbor that had caught him smoking the first — and last time — at fourteen. *"Boy, those things will kill you. I'm old, crotchety, and I've got some injun blood. I'm too tough and stubborn to die. I ever see or hear about you touching them again, and I'll tell your folks before you can turn around!"*
Not really having enjoyed choking on purpose anyway, Daniel had heeded the advice. He'd also avoided numerous temptations to drink, deciding that he'd wait until he was of legal age, and then give it a chance.
Now, two days before Daniel's eighteenth birthday, the old man was gone. He was like a third grandfather to Daniel, and it really hurt to know that Mr. Johanson's laughter wouldn't ring out from family get-togethers any longer.
"Excuse me. You're Daniel, aren't you?"
Looking over, Daniel saw a man approaching. "Yes, I'm Daniel."
"I'm Steven. William was my father. I'm sorry I had to meet you under these circumstances. He talked about you all the time. I just wanted to let you know something. It won't be official until his Will is read, but he left you that woods between your property and his. I talked about it with the rest of the family, and we all agree that his wishes should be respected."
Stunned, Daniel muttered, "I don't know what to say."
"Just take care of the place. Is that rope swing still there? We put that up when we were kids."
Daniel shook his head, "No, it broke when I was little. One of the older Willis boys, Thomas, tried to swing on it, and it snapped."
"That's too bad. Probably best it's gone, though. Dad said you were the one who cleaned it all up. I went down there a couple of Christmases back. I'd seen it when it was all trashed up, and you did a good job. It brought back a lot of fond memories, and I'm glad to see it looking good again."
"It was my favorite place as a kid too," Daniel responded with a wide smile.
"Just take care of the place. I hope you don't mind if I bring my grandkids down there every once in a while. They're too young now, but they'll be able to appreciate it once they're out of diapers." Steven laughed, hearing one of the aforementioned children let out a screeching wail of excitement.
"Of course. Just take only pictures..."
"And leave only footprints. I was a Scout, too. I never made Eagle, though. I've always regretted that, a little." Seeing his wife beckoning him, Steven held out his hand to shake. "I need to get going. We have to get everything set up at the house. You will come by, won't you?"
"Of course," Daniel replied, shaking his hand.
"We'll see you there, then."
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Daniel sat with his back to the intertwined maples, looking out over the spring-fed pool. He always came here when he needed to work through things, and he certainly needed to now.
Now he owned two pieces of property, and he wished he didn't own either of them. He'd trade the house, the woods, and all that land to have his parents and old man Johanson back again.
Daniel wiped his eyes on his shirt sleeve. He had decided to move back into the house when his mother died. He couldn't bear the thought of selling the place, and he certainly couldn't afford to keep it *and* his apartment on what he made.
Normally, he'd be out planting trees. It was a ritual he'd adopted the year after Mr. Johanson's funeral. He'd died on Earth Day, and Daniel had thought it a fitting tribute to a man who'd lived so long. Thinking about it today, however, had reminded him of his mother's death two months before, and his father's less than a year earlier.
"Why are you sad? It's a beautiful day."
Daniel started upon hearing the voice, and managed to slip around the slender trunk of the intertwined trees in the process. He fell back and cracked his head on a protruding root of one of the larger trees.
"Ow," Daniel muttered, sitting up and rubbing his head. Looking around, he couldn't see anyone. He knew he hadn't imagined the voice, though. "Hello?"
"Why are you sad?" The voice asked again. Daniel knew it was a woman, but he didn't recognize the voice.
"I'm remembering people who have passed on. Who are you? *Where* are you?"
"It's only natural. You should celebrate their life, not mourn their death." The musical voice rang out from a different part of the undergrowth beyond the pool this time.
"It's not that easy," Daniel disagreed, staring hard into the ferns beyond the pool, trying to see who was speaking.
"Why not? They were nice people. I liked them."
She'd moved again, but when Daniel turned toward the voice this time, he saw her moving behind the ferns. He caught just a momentary glimpse of a beautiful face framed by hair the color of new leaves. "You knew my parents?"
"And the funny old man," the voice laughed.
"How did you know them? How do you know who I'm thinking about?" Daniel asked, standing up. He saw a glimpse of her again, and heard a rustling as she moved quickly away.
"The old man used to come here and talk to me. Your parents brought you here, and you played with me."
The memories washed over Daniel, and his mouth dropped wide open. After a moment, he stammered, "Y-you were my imaginary friend?"
"I'm not imaginary."
The voice had the unmistakable sound of an indignant pout, and when Daniel turned toward it, he caught his longest look at her yet. She was certainly pouting, and stunningly beautiful. When she moved again, his eyes widened, as he saw her retreating bottom and realized it was bare. Her bottom was just as pretty as her face.
"I'm sorry," Daniel quickly said. "That's just what my parents told me. When I came back later and I never saw you again, I assumed they were right."
"Stinky things befouled my pool," the woman pouted. "I didn't want to come out, even to play with you. I felt very bad."
"My name's Daniel," he said, scanning the thick ferns for her.
"I know that," she laughed.
"What's yours?"
"Xantina. Are you still sad?"
Daniel pondered her question for a moment, and realized he did feel better. He actually felt a little light-hearted. "Sort of," he replied.
"Play with me," Xantina said, and giggled.
"Like when I was a kid? You want me to sit by the pool?"
She only laughed in response.
Shrugging his shoulders, amazed by how much his mood was brightening, Daniel took the few steps down to the edge of the pool and sat down. When he looked down to make sure he wouldn't be sitting on a stick, he felt water splash his face.
Xantina laughed, and rustled back into the undergrowth.
Chuckling, unable to help himself, Daniel took off his shoes, keeping his eyes roving over the thick vegetation. He kicked into the water, splashing it toward the opposite side of the pool — in the last place he'd heard her laughter.
"You missed," she laughed. From a little to the left, he heard her add, "Thank you for taking away the stinky things."
"Why haven't you talked to me before? Since we cleaned up the woods, I mean."
"You grew up. Big people are always afraid of me."
"Why did you talk to me today, then?" Daniel splashed again.
"You missed again. You were sad, and it's a special day."
Raising his eyebrows, he said, "You mean Earth Day?"
He actually managed to see her before the splash hit him this time. Although her voice was somewhat girlish, her ample breasts declared her to be anything but. "You're very pretty," he said, unable to think of anything else to say.
"You're pretty too," she laughed.
Daniel could see the silhouette of her, just beyond the nearest fronds. As the breeze caused the plants to sway, he could see tantalizing glimpses of her skin and her beautiful face, beyond the obscuring foliage. "You live here?"
"I'm always here. This is my place," she replied, remaining in the same place.
"Do you mind me coming here? I don't want to intrude."
"I like you. You're different from all the others who have come here." Xantina peeked out through the ferns as she spoke, fully revealing her face, and revealing more of her body in the dappled light.
"I like it here. It's peaceful," Daniel said, enraptured with her beauty, and caught up in her emerald eyes.
"If I come out, will you run away?"
"Why would I?"
"Big people always do. They're scared of me," Xantina pouted.
"I'm not scared of you. I've known you since I was little."
"Are you sure?" Xantina asked, taking a step forward toward the edge of the pool.
"I'm sure. I wanted you to come out and play with me when I was little."
Xantina stepped fully out into the open, and Daniel felt his heart leap in his chest. She was willowy, and moved with the grace of a dancer. Her skin did indeed have a golden hue, which only made her all the more exotic and beautiful.
"You do think I'm pretty," she beamed, with color rising in her cheeks.
"You're very pretty."
"Come swim with me," Xantina exclaimed, and dived into the pool.
"That water has to be freezing. It comes from an underground spring, and it's only April," Daniel remarked when she resurfaced. Her emerald hair floated out in a fan behind her, and the upper globes of her breasts broke the lapping surface of the water.
She shook her head. "It won't be cold, if you are with me. Come — swim with me."
*This is insane. This can't be happening. I must be knocked out from hitting my head on that root — or something — and dreaming all this.* Even as he thought it, Daniel pulled off his shirt, a little surprised by his own action.
Xantina laughed and exclaimed, "Come swim with me." She then dived beneath the water again. Daniel could see her swimming beneath the crystal clear water, every bit as graceful there as she was on land.
Dropping his shirt to the ground, Daniel noticed that he didn't feel the slight chill in the wind. His fingers worked on the button of his jeans, and then the zipper. As he pulled down the denim, he realized he was hard, and his cheeks warmed in embarrassment. He moved quickly toward the water, planning to hide his erection beneath the surface before she noticed it.
"Take that away too," she said, pointing at his boxer shorts. "Coverings are silly, and you will get them wet."
She dived into the pool again immediately after saying that, and Daniel quickly pulled off the shorts. He stepped into the water, submerging to the waist just as she breached the surface once more.
"Come swim with me," she laughed, and splashed him.
Kneeling down, Daniel splashed back. A wide smile spread across his lips, as he realized it was the first time he'd actually managed to hit her with a splash, and he'd been trying since he was a child.
Xantina ducked away from the splash, and then splashed him back. They floated across the pool, splashing each other and laughing. Daniel ducked away from one double-handed splash, and when he turned back, he saw only ripples where Xantina had been.
She revealed her location a moment later by grabbing his legs, and pulling him beneath the surface. Daniel came back up sputtering, but laughing. He felt something touch his legs again, and then slide upward. Xantina's body glided against him, and she emerged from the water mere inches from him.
"I was very sick from the stinky things. You made me better. Thank you," Xantina said, looking directly into his eyes.
"You're welcome," Daniel said quietly, lost in her emerald eyes.
She wrapped her arms around him so quickly that Daniel didn't have time to react. When she pressed her lips to his, he froze at first. It lasted for only a fraction of a second, and then he melted into her kiss, his head swimming.
When their lips parted, Xantina smiled and said, "That is as nice as it looked. I like this kissing."
Her arms still wrapped around him, Daniel was very much aware of her breasts pressed against him. "I liked it too."
"I want to do it again," Xantina remarked, and leaned in to kiss him again. Daniel caressed her back as they kissed, and Xantina followed his lead, doing the same.
"It is just as nice doing it again," Xantina said, snuggling up against him.
Daniel had no words to reply to that, as the only thing his mind could register was the feeling of her body pressed up against him.
Xantina moved back a little and said, "I saw other things that looked nice. Would you like to do those nice things with me?" She reached down as she finished and wrapped her hands around his manhood. "It jumps," she giggled.
Daniel could only nod and offer a husky, "Yes."
Xantina laughed, and swam to the edge of the pool. Daniel followed, feeling as though he were being towed along behind her on the end of magical tethers. She climbed from the water and beckoned to him, sitting down on a mossy patch of earth between her ferns and the pool.
When Daniel pulled himself from the water, Xantina put her hands on his shoulders, guiding him to lie down. "I will do a nice thing for you," she said, and wrapped her fingers around his erection. "I like this. It is soft, but it is hard." Offering a final smile, she engulfed him in her mouth.
Daniel's head lolled back as her soft lips slid down his shaft, all the way to the base. Xantina had watched many couples — very carefully — for many years, and knew exactly what she was doing. Daniel groaned as her warm mouth stroked his manhood so well.
She let him slip from her lips for a moment, and asked, "Does this feel nice?"
"Yes, it feels incredible," Daniel groaned.
"It feels nice to me too. It feels nicer after a while, I think." With that, Xantina sucked him in again.
Daniel's breathing quickened, and his hips rocked of their own violation up toward her softly sucking mouth. Xantina made little sounds of delight around him, increasing the pace of her bobbing head.
Though he'd thought to warn her before it happened, Daniel was so lost in the feeling of her sucking him that he couldn't get the words out. With a warbling groan, he pulsed in her mouth, filling it with his cream.
Xantina let out a squeal of bliss and continued to stroke him in her mouth. Daniel spurted into her throat and growled in ecstasy. At last, he could take no more and pushed her away while lurching his hips away at the same time.
Xantina licked her lips and said, "I like that. It tastes very good. This was very nice."
"Very nice," Daniel agreed in a gasp, and then returned to panting for breath.
"Will you do a nice thing for me, now?"
Daniel looked up to see Xantina softly caressing her perfect, pink folds. Her sex was completely bare of hair. Not shaven, but *bare*.
"Yes, I'll do something nice for you," Daniel answered. The thought of tasting her overwhelmed his desire to lie on the ground and fall asleep after the powerful orgasm she'd given him.
Xantina lay down and parted her legs wide. He could smell the scent of her arousal long before his lips reached her pink petals. She smelled like spring rain, flowers, and something sweet — with just a hint of musk. When his tongue slipped between her nether lips, he tasted something just as fascinating and enticing. Her wetness was like fruit juice — sweet and intoxicating. Daniel lapped her folds, utterly lost in her.
"Oh, that is very nice," Xantina squealed, leaning up to watch him. She gasped, and then continued, "That is so very, very nice."
Daniel devoured her, his lips and tongue roaming over every inch of her sex. When he swiped his tongue over her bud, she let out another squeal, and her hips rose up from the moss, pressing her folds tight against his face.
Xantina's hips rocked in an ever-increasing rhythm as she built toward climax. Daniel lapped up the constant flood of her juices, his mouth actually filling with enough of the sweet nectar to force him to swallow on occasion. Her sounds of pleasure steadily increased in volume and frequency, culminating in a loud scream of release as she came on his tongue.
Her body quivered beneath him, Daniel hungrily lapped for the flood of milky-white, sweet juices washing over his tongue. When her breathing turned a little labored, he reluctantly sat up to watch her writhe and giggle on the moss.
After a short while, she recovered enough to roll over. Reaching out, Xantina caressed Daniel's flaccid manhood with her fingers. "Does it get big again?"
"It may take a while," Daniel advised.
"I want it big again. I want to do the other nice thing I saw — the nicest one of all."
The sultry sound of her voice and the soft touch of her caressing fingers sent a twitch through Daniel's manhood. He gasped, amazed that he felt blood rushing into his loins, once again swelling him to hardness.
Xantina noticed and wrapped two fingers around him, stroking them up and down. "Make it big again."
Daniel swelled in her hand, and soon throbbed at full erection once more. Xantina again rolled over onto her back. "Do the nice thing for me," she gasped.
Daniel moved to his knees, and in between hers. Reaching down, he aimed the tip of his stiff organ at her opening and slipped inside. They both let out a quavering gasp as he was enveloped in her silken embrace.
Xantina's mouth was open wide, yet the corners of her lips were turned up into a smile as well. Excited little gasps, carrying just a hint of amusement, burst from her lips as she reached up to cradle her jiggling breasts.
Daniel rocked his hips, unable to believe how good she felt wrapped around him. She fit him like a glove, her abundant wetness doing nothing to reduce the heated friction which quickly built them both toward a crescendo.
"Oh, do the nice thing faster," Xantina gasped as color flooded her cheeks.
She need not have asked, because Daniel's rising passions were already fulfilling her request. His mind was a fog of pleasure. The only thing he could see was her beautiful body rocking beneath him, and her face, full of radiant joy. The only thing he could hear was her sounds of delight. The only thing he could smell was the flowery scent of her arousal. The rest of the world vanished, and there was only Xantina — her cheeks, chest, and breasts flushing with color.
"Oh, so very nice," Xantina moaned. The next few words burst from her in a rush as her eyes opened wide in surprised excitement. "So nice. So nice. So nice." The last word transformed into a squeal as her back arched up from the moss, her walls contracted tightly around him, and she came.
The tight squeeze and the sight of her trembling in climax pushed Daniel over the edge. With a grunt, he buried his cock in her warm depths and coated her walls with his seed.
Xantina let out a high-pitched moan of delight and raised her head from the moss to watch Daniel tremble and twitch as he filled her full. Daniel's head fell forward as he ceased to spurt, and Xantina reached down, laying her hand over her mound and tummy. "It is so warm. So warm — and so nice."
"Oh god... Xantina... So good," Daniel said in broken gasps, while her walls continued to contract around him.
After a minute or two, Daniel had to withdraw from her, unable to endure her tight squeeze any longer in his over-sensitive state. He collapsed to the moss next to her and she rolled over to lay her head on his chest.
"I would like to do this nice thing again. Many times," she languidly moaned.
"So would I," Daniel chuckled, his eyelids growing heavy.
"Sleep, Daniel. As you have kept this place safe, so shall it keep you safe now."
Daniel slept. It was the deepest and most peaceful sleep he had ever known. He was sheltered in Xantina's arms, and the greater embrace of her wood — their wood — which closed in around them. Their joining — and the life now growing in Xantina's womb — breathed new life into the wood, awakening it to sprout in abundance.
They, and the fruit of their joining, would be forever more *the stewards of the wood.*
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"straight sex"
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*This story will take a little time to build up with the background required, but it's been bouncing around in my head for a while. It's a more serious story with some romance in it. Bear with me....
I have all 5 chapters drafted and I'll post each one in as the previous one is posted so I can finish editing.
Main Characters:
LTC (Retired) John Jackson, 5'11", 180, 46 years old.
Marie Jackson, John's widow, 5'8", 140, 44 years old.
Angelica Jackson, John and Marie's daughter, 5'5", 125, 19 years old.
Mary Bradford, bartender, 5'5", 120, 34 years old.
Juliet Margolin, waitress, 5'4", 145, 24 years old.
Samantha (Sam) Walker, 5'6", 130 pounds, 39 years old.
Joyce Walker, Sam's daughter, 5'4", 120 pounds, 19 years old.
Marion Walker, Sam's daughter, 5'4", 115 pounds, 17 years old.*
20 September 2012, John's apartment, Seattle, Washington.
Everything was in place in my new apartment and I felt good about it – except for the absence of my wife. I had just finished getting all the furniture I wanted into position and was having a beer. Now I had to either find work, or mope around and feel sorry for myself. The latter was why I tried not to drink too much. When I drank, I ended up wallowing in self-pity about the loss of my wife and I needed to get past that. At 46 years old I felt like I was in great shape and still had many years of life left. I just wish those had been with Marie.
My wife and I had always assumed that she had many years left since her family lived into their 90s. But then the breast cancer appeared. She had always been careful, doing all the self-tests recommended by the medical community, but when she received her first mammogram, they found that she had some cancer. It was not only in the breast tissue, but in her lymph nodes as well. It had progressed quickly and despite all the treatments she was dead within two years after it was found. It was the worst possible scenario for me. I couldn't even properly comfort my daughter. She was in high school when it happened and I knew she missed her mother as much as I did, but I was useless for a while after her death.
So the big question is: how do you start over at 46 years old having lost your partner of 20 years, the mother of your child, and the woman you still loved when you woke up every morning? There were still days when I woke up and thought I could smell her scent on the pillow next to me. Some days, I would go into the bathroom and I could swear that I could smell her shampoo. Sometimes I would be sitting down in front of the TV and find something so funny that I would turn to her favorite easy chair to say something to her, only to find it empty.
My daughter was the one who finally convinced me that I needed to move out of the house we had lived in for the last 10 years and try to start over in a new area. She was right. I had tried to work the same job, drive the same car, and live in the same house. Everything about this situation kept me from moving on. She was starting college and was very independent, just like her mother.
When I started looking around, I decided to go back to Seattle. I had met my wife there in graduate school at the University of Washington. Neither of us was from Washington, but we both ended up there in the computer science graduate school; she by choice, and me because I was in the military and stationed at Fort Lewis when the Army offered me a chance to go back to school on their dime. It had been easier for me to stay in Washington for school.
We met just after the first month and I pursued her doggedly. I had been attracted to her from the time I first saw her at one of the early Computer Science Department parties. Okay, I have to admit that initially it was the attraction to her body. One day she wore a tight skirt and blouse to school that got me interested. I started talking to her in the small lounge and found her to be smart (yeah, she was in graduate school, but that doesn't automatically equate to being smart about life), engaging, feisty, pushy, and a little bit of a smart-ass. I liked her – a lot. She was not a swimsuit model; she was a little more hippy and voluptuous than that. She was also one of a few female graduate students, so she ended up in my line of sight a lot.
Marie, however, had decided that she didn't want any relationships or distractions during graduate school, so she kept putting me off. She had finished her undergraduate degree and had taken a couple of years off before coming to graduate school, wanting to concentrate on her studies. I could remember one of our conversations clearly and the night was representative of our early relationship. This occurred in October 1992, about a month after we met.
1992
"Hello?"
I heard her voice on the phone over the noise of the football party going on behind me. I was with a bunch of buddies watching some of the college games on a Saturday afternoon and we had been drinking ever since they started. Oh, yeah, the East Coast games can sometimes start at 9am on the West Coast so we started early. "Hello, Marie, do you know who this is?"
I heard a chuckle and then this: "Being drunk doesn't change your voice, John."
Was I slurring my words? Damn! She's good! "I was hoping to ask you out for a drink tonight. What do you think? Want to grab a beer down at Jimmy's?" It was one of the local bars on the "Ave", which was a main street just off the UW campus. It had several blocks that consisted of small stores, restaurants, and bars that were almost completely supported by the university students.
"I'm studying for my Algorithms class right now. I don't think so."
"C'mon. You have to take a break at some point. Come out for a couple of beers and relax." I was always hoping for more, of course. I was, after all, a single, drunk, horny male.
"Okay. Maybe one pitcher. I'll meet you there at 8:30."
That was easier than I thought. Algorithms must've been getting to her. "Cool. See you there." I looked at my watch. It was only 6pm, so I had about two hours before I met her there. I decided to get something to eat. Yeah, that would be good.
I grabbed a quick bite at a Mexican restaurant next to the bowling alley and made my way to the bar. I parked and went inside. It was 8:35. I didn't see her, so I found a table, sat down, and ordered a pitcher. She arrived a few minutes later and I poured her a beer. We talked about school and where we were from. I finished emptying the pitcher into our glasses and we both drank as I watched for the waitress to order another one, but Marie saw what I was doing and headed me off.
"Don't worry about getting another pitcher. I'm not staying."
"What? You don't want to leave now. At least stay for one more pitcher. You can always get back to Algorithms later."
"Nope. Gotta run. See you later." She laid half the cost of the pitcher on the table and left.
I went home and went to bed – unhappy.
Back to Present Day
That had been how it was between us. She was a hard-headed, single, independent woman, and I was a hard-headed Army officer, being paid to go to graduate school. I had always admired strong-willed women. I liked being around people who challenged me and that were feisty. I wanted someone who I could debate with and wouldn't back down. It was fun and stimulating and, to me, sexy.
In any case, I had chased her and she had met me at some restaurants and bars, always paying her own way, until I finally took her to one that she couldn't afford on the budget she had set for herself. That had been considered our first real date. It went from there. We lived together for a while and then married the next summer, in 1993. It was kind of fast, but sometimes you just know when you've found someone that you feel comfortable and compatible with. Our daughter, Angelica, came along 12 months later.
We had a great marriage. We were stationed overseas, but travelled a lot, raised a beautiful daughter, saved for our retirement, and then she was taken from me much too early. I was older than her, worked in a dangerous environment, had been to Afghanistan where I was wounded, and should have gone first. I wasn't prepared for this eventuality. I wasn't supposed to be a single, grieving, widower at 46. It really sucked.
Fuck! All this reminiscing was making me angry and morose again. I had to get out of the apartment, so I walked down the stairs, exited my building, and went to the bar across the street. It was one reason I liked the apartment, although alcohol was not always a good thing for this mood.
I entered the bar and sat down at the very end. I said hello to Mary, the bartender. She was about 5' 5", not more than 120 pounds, probably mid-30s, and just from the few times I was there I knew she was a tough one. I knew her because I had been in here almost every night for the past three weeks. I knew Mary and Joe, the two bartenders, and Juliet, the waitress, very well. I had been there until closing a couple of times and they already knew my habits and drinks... the sign of a good tip-earner.
"Hey, John, what can I get you, tonight? Guinness?"
"Hey, Mary. Yeah, that sounds good."
She walked back and worked on drawing me a Guinness. It always took some time to draw it when it was on draught. While she was doing that I looked around. We weren't far from the UW campus and there were some undergraduate students in the bar, but there were more graduate students. They were talking, laughing, flirting, playing, and drinking without a care in the world. I would have given anything to be able to fit in, but I knew I couldn't. I was old compared to most of them – positively ancient.
"Here you go." Mary sat my beer down. I think she sensed my sadness. "You okay? Get you anything else?"
I tried to smile, but it was weak. "No thanks." I looked up to the TV. "Anything on ESPN tonight?" I was hoping for anything that might distract me from my thoughts. Just being in a new place wasn't enough. I needed something to distract me.
"Nothing worth watching. You want it on anyway?"
"Sure."
Mary went and put the TV on ESPN and I sat and watched some second-tier sport being shown on it. I was not paying attention to the screen, just staring as I gulped down my third beer. I figured I had had enough, so I paid, left a good tip, and made my way back home. I made it to the bed, looked at the clock, and lay down. It was 12:30am. I was exhausted, but sleeping in an empty bed was still a new thing for me so I tossed and turned until my body could take no more. I finally crashed sometime after 2.
21 September 2012, John's apartment, Seattle, Washington.
I woke the next morning to the sound of a garbage truck. I looked at the clock. 9:30. Ugh! I had finally slept and when I did it was deep and unmoving. My body was stiff.
I got up and stretched and prepared for a job interview that I had that afternoon. I had been a pretty highly paid project manager and database engineer back east after retiring from the Army as a Lieutenant Colonel, so I was hoping I could at least find a decent job. It didn't have to pay much. Between the life insurance, a little retirement pay, and the money from selling my home, I had made more than enough to be comfortable for a while. I put aside enough for my daughter to finish her undergraduate degree and even go to graduate school if she wanted and that still left me with a very tidy sum.
I hit the shower, brushed my teeth, shaved, and finally looked for something to wear. I had a few nice suits and I laid one out. Another sad moment came to light then. I stared at the suit, shirt, and tie I had selected. The one I had selected had been a nice salmon shirt that my wife had liked and a very nice tie that my daughter had found. It brought to mind the shopping trips just after Christmas. After retiring from the military, I loved getting my work clothes (dress shirts, pants, suits, ties) at the after Christmas sales. My wife and daughter would look over what new suits I wanted and make sure that I wasn't following the old "blue suit, white shirt, red tie" work uniform of the uninspired. Another family tradition shot down by the big "C".
I fixed myself some breakfast and sat and watched an hour of Sports Center and an hour of CNN news. I was now well informed about news items that were worthless and that I would never use or speak of again. Even those items that were of key interest to me were covered in the typical fashion of today – all teasers and no real depth.
At about 1:30pm, I got dressed and headed downtown. I parked, went into the building, met the manager, did the interview, and left all in a daze. When I got home, I could barely remember what we discussed in the interview. I could only remember that the guy stared at me funny for applying for a job that was about $30,000 less than my last salary. He had wondered why an over qualified individual would want this sort of job. I had told him the truth. I knew he wouldn't call.
I puttered around the apartment and then went to the grocery store. When I was returning, I ran into the family across the corridor from me. She was a very nice woman who couldn't have been 40 yet, but had two pretty, adult-looking teenage daughters.
I was trudging up the stairs and had just reached the landing of the small three- story apartment building when they were coming out of their apartment.
I smiled and said hello.
"Oh, hello." The mother put her hand out and I switched the shopping bag from my right hand to my left to shake.
"Hi, I'm John; I just moved in across the hall."
"Yes, I know. I saw the furniture delivery. I'm Samantha, but everyone calls me Sam. These are my daughters, Joyce and Marion."
It was an attractive family. Sam was about 5'6", maybe 130 pounds. She was just barely showing any signs of aging, had brown hair and a nicely rounded figure. Joyce was the older daughter and was close to adulthood. Marion was the younger, and was not far behind. This was evident by the display of body parts in their clothes, if you could call what they were wearing clothes. Joyce, a blonde, standing at about 5' 4", was wearing a pair of super-tight jeans that rode low on her hips. I'd always wondered about these. They were so low-cut that the zipper in front looked like it was only 2" long. Her midriff was bare for about eight inches before her equally tight, v-neck t-shirt started, revealing her whale tail thong in the back and her very healthy (and barely constrained) bust in the front. Marion was about the same height with her hair a little darker, almost brown, but still lighter than her mother's. She was wearing a turtleneck, but being skin-tight, it did nothing to hide the fact that everyone in the family got their share of tits. The skirt she wore was almost knee length and loose, swishing around her as she walked.
"Well, we were just going to get dinner. See you around."
They trudged down the stairs as I entered the apartment. I made myself some linguine for dinner, another reminder of things I did for the family. There was nothing that I could do about it. After 20 years together, there is nothing I could do that we hadn't done together. I knew where I was going to go. I was going to head back to the bar. I was going to surround myself with other lonely people who were trying to make a connection, but seldom did, and drown my sorrows. Billy Joel was right about it being a place where people were "sharing a drink they called loneliness."
It was almost 10:30pm when I got there and Mary was working again. Juliet said hello sweetly. I smiled. She had to be barely older than my daughter and I looked at her like a woman. She was a little heavy around the middle, but not unpleasantly so, and was always smiling. She seemed completely comfortable with herself which made her attractive. I looked her over whenever I saw her, and it reminded me that I hadn't had sex in a year. It also reminded me that I was looking at her as a sexual object, while I still looked at my daughter like a little girl. I wondered about that and how men in general looked at their daughters. Did we ever get over them being our "little girl"? I hoped I could see my daughter as an adult and treat her that way, but that she would still always be my little girl. She was my one remaining connection to the wonderful woman that had been my wife and her mother, even though it hurt to see or hear something from Angelica that mimicked her mother.
I grabbed a seat on a bar stool and Mary brought me a beer. I managed to keep slurping them down until about 1am. It was closing time for them since it was midweek and I was very drunk. I tried to stand up from the bar stool too quickly, and wobbled a little. Juliet saw that and came over to me.
"I hope you are not driving."
I looked down at her sweet face. "I just live across the street." I tried not to slur anything, but I had really put away too much in a short time.
"Okay. Be careful." She let me go.
I started walking toward the door, but I caught my right foot on one of the stool legs and went sprawling. Mary and Juliet were helping me up in an instant.
"Okay." Juliet sat me in a chair. "Stay right there for a couple of minutes."
I sat in the chair. I felt something wet on my face and realized that I had hit my nose on the floor. I put my hand to my face and a little blood was coming from my nose. I retrieved a napkin from one of the napkin containers on the table I was at and blotted it a little. Mary and Juliet finished cleaning up and then came to me.
They looked at each other and smiled. I guess I wasn't their first drunk to have to toss out. Mary spoke. "Okay, John. You live right across the street you said?"
I nodded. "Yes."
"Okay, let's get you back there in one piece. There shouldn't be much traffic, but we'll make sure you get there, okay?"
I nodded and stood. They each took an arm and I remember most of the trip home. I remember them asking which apartment I was in. I told them and then I felt Juliet searching my jacket pocket for the keys. She found them and they helped me up to the third landing and opened my apartment door. I remember them walking me in and finding the bedroom. I remember them laying me down. And then I remembered nothing else of that night.
22 September 2012, John's apartment, Seattle, Washington.
I woke the next morning very early and realized I was still in my clothes. I needed to pee, my head felt terrible, and I was in a fog. I moved and felt a body next to mine. It was warm and cuddly and turned facing away from me. I turned and spooned for a second, my semi-hard dick nestling in her ass all the way thru my Dockers and her jeans. I put my arm over her, nuzzled her neck, and instinctively said. "Marie, you smell good!"
Suddenly there was movement and the body first went rigid and then leaped out of bed. I sat up too quickly, my head spinning, and then it cleared. I was looking at Juliet.
She was staring at me. "Oh, shit! What did you say?!" She was looking around in a panic. "Shit! I fell asleep in here? Fuck!"
"Juliet!" I tried to get her attention without yelling. My head felt like a soccer ball that someone had been kicking. "I'm sorry. Please, I wasn't trying...."
"Fuck!" She screamed again and ran out of my bedroom. I got up as quickly as I could with the major hangover I had and moved into the living room. She was already out the door.
I stared at the front door for a moment, realizing I wasn't going to catch her now. I went to the bathroom and back to bed. There was nothing I could do.
I awoke later that day and puttered around. I was bored and I wanted to make sure I apologized to Juliet. I waited around the apartment until about 8pm and then went to the bar.
I entered and Mary looked up at me with a look I couldn't place. I looked around and saw Juliet waiting on a table. I went to the far end of the bar, my normal place and took a seat. Mary came over and she didn't look happy.
"Just what did you say to Juliet last night?"
"It wasn't last night, it was this morning. I don't think she heard me right. I was waking up and didn't know who she was."
"What? Wait!" She leaned closer to me. "She was in your bed?"
"It's a long story. Can it wait until I can speak to both of you?"
"Sure. It's a quiet night. Everyone will be out of here early on a Wednesday night and I want a full explanation. She has treated me like I have the plague and said something about you and me hooking up. If you implied that you were sleeping with me I'm gonna have your balls!"
I stared at her. Fuck! What was Juliet talking about? "No way, Mary. I wouldn't make up something like that."
She looked directly at me for a few seconds, trying to ascertain if I was telling the truth. She pointed her finger at me. "Okay, but we'll talk later."
We both looked over at Juliet and she was staring at us with contempt. I was really confused now.
I had a couple of beers and now the place was empty except for a couple of tables near the front windows. The bar was empty except for me, so Mary called Juliet over.
"Okay, Juliet, spill. What the hell is going on here? Why were you in his bed this morning?"
Juliet stared at her. "Like you have a reason to talk. He woke up and tried to fondle me and was saying your name. I thought you said you were in a committed relationship and changing your ways, you slut!"
Mary's face turned red. "You have no idea what you are talking about. I have never even touched John except for carrying him back to his apartment with you. I wasn't the one in his bed this morning, so don't turn this against me." She turned to me with a glare.
It was finally becoming clear to me. I smiled a little, thinking it was a little humorous, but stopped when I noticed how the two women were glaring at me and put both hands up in surrender. "Okay, look. I know what happened. I woke up and found a warm woman's body next to me, and I...." I hesitated a little. It was still hard to talk about her. "I... I guess I thought it was my wife, Marie. Juliet thought she heard me say Mary, but what I said was Marie." I sputtered a little on her name. The two women continued to stare. Recognition was in their eyes, but there was still a question there. "I don't know why you were there Juliet, but it was a mistake. Sorry."
Mary looked over at Juliet, her eyes narrowing. "Yeah, why were you there?"
Juliet looked at her feet. "I... I guess I was tired. I just meant to relax for a minute after we put him on the bed and the next thing I knew, John was trying to fondle me. I must have just zonked out."
They looked at me. "Look, I'm sorry. I had no idea it was you. But why do you care so much about what Mary does anyway?"
They looked at each other and then at me. Something passed between them and Mary spoke. "Juliet is my cousin and has decided to 'keep an eye on me' to prevent me from falling into my old ways."
I shrugged, wondering what that meant, but knew it was not the time to pursue it. "Sorry, didn't mean to pry."
They looked at each other and finally grinned. I looked back and forth and Mary finally spoke again. "Well, shit. That is pretty funny. So tell me, where is this missing wife? What happened? You guys split up recently?"
I stared at her, my breathing increasing. I could see the unease enter her eyes as my pain flashed in mine. I'm sure my face was white as a ghost. I looked at Juliet and she was looking concerned as well. "She... ummm... uh... she died eight months ago." The two women stared, their eyes going wide. Juliet's hand came out and she put it on my left forearm. It was warm and soft. "Cancer." I clarified.
"Oh, my god. I'm so sorry." Mary reached over and grabbed my right hand. Her hand was cold from serving the drinks. Juliet stepped up and put her arm around me.
"Sorry, John. I'm... sorry." Juliet searched for more, but couldn't come up with much else to say. There never was much to say about something like that.
"It's okay. I'm trying to start over."
Mary looked at my left hand and the ring that was still on it, but didn't say anything. "You want anything else? Drinks are on me tonight."
"Sure. Guinness." I tried not to wipe my eyes.
She went over to pour another and by the time I finished that one, the final patrons had left and it was just the three of us. They started drinking as well, and then Juliet asked. "Tell us about her." I did. Suddenly, I was glad to tell someone about her and our life. It became therapeutic for me. I told them about our meeting, dating, marrying, having a child, travelling, etc. I made it as brief and as upbeat as I could. I described the little things that Marie did that could piss me off and how I would love to be pissed off by any of them right now. I talked about how my daughter was just like Marie, headstrong and opinionated. I told them many of the good things and stayed away from the cancer. I couldn't face the pain of telling them what it was like to watch your wife of 20 years waste away. I finished and sat there. Even doing it briefly meant that it had taken me an hour to tell them about her. They looked at me.
Mary took my hand. "I wish I could find somebody who would feel and talk that way about me. I'm beginning to wonder about David, my current boyfriend."
"God, me too. I'd love it if someone spoke about me like that!" Juliet echoed.
Mary rolled her eyes and gave me the 'God, she's still such a baby' look.
"Well, I guess I should head home now. You guys need to close up."
"Yeah, another day done." Mary turned and started cleaning.
Juliet hugged me and kissed me on the cheek. "See you later."
I trudged home. I wasn't very drunk tonight and I felt a little better. It was getting easier to tell people about Marie. I enjoyed talking about all the good times.
I went to my apartment and plopped down in front of the TV. I started flipping some channels. I ran across the Cinemax channel that was commonly called "Skinamax" because of the soft porn it shows, but that didn't even hold my interest. I had been sitting there for about 20 minutes when my doorbell rang. I looked at the clock. 12:30am?
I walked to the door and checked the peephole. Juliet and Mary were standing there so I opened the door. "Wanna go to a party?" Mary spoke and Juliet just smiled.
I hesitated. "Uhhhh... I don't think so. I'm afraid I wouldn't be much fun."
Mary stepped up and put her arm thru mine. I could feel her firm breast on my arm. "Oh, c'mon. It's just some of our local friends and they won't mind. Their parties usually last until about 3."
I still hesitated, but looked back at the lonely, empty apartment. "Okay, just one request. Please don't tell anyone about my wife. Pity sucks."
Mary pulled herself against me with her arm in a semi-hug. "Okay. I understand, but I have a question. Why are you still wearing the wedding band?"
I lifted my left hand and stared at it for a second. Then I lifted my head and looked directly into her eyes. "Because I'm still married to the woman."
Mary looked like she was going to say something then stopped. She looked over at Juliet and then back at me. She avoided any response at all. "Okay, let's go!"
We went downstairs and all piled into Mary's car. It was a Prius, just what I would have expected of her, and Juliet said she'd get in the back. Mary drove for only a few minutes and we were at a large house on a residential street. There were a few cars there, but not that many. We piled out of the car and walked up to the house. Mary didn't even knock, just opened the door and walked in. Juliet and I followed.
The house was old, the furniture had seen better days, and the people in there were all talking so loudly that I was assaulted by a constant buzzing from it. Mary put a bottle of something that she brought on a table with all the other alcohol and took my arm. She led me up to a couple about her age and introduced me to them. They were the homeowners and were evidently old friends of hers. I forgot their names as soon as we walked away. Then she led me over to the drink table, made us a couple of scotches on the rocks and led me to an open spot on the couch. She sat on my left as she told me that these were friends of hers from school. She told me how she had led a "very wild" life when younger, but finally found that she wanted more out of life and was going back to school. She told me she was always good at academics, but was distracted by sex and alcohol, although no details were offered. She was trying to get her act together now. As she talked I looked around and most of the individuals there were between 25 and 35. I wondered again about Juliet's age. A woman sat down on my right and Mary introduced me. Her name was Jo and she was a grad student. I started talking to Jo and Mary got up to go talk to some other people.
"So what are you studying, Jo?"
"Business. I want to get my MBA so that I can compete with all the jerks out there that think a woman is just a plaything."
I could detect the bitterness in her comment. I figured there was some history there. "That's cool. An advanced degree is always a good thing to have in the job market." I didn't know what else to say.
We talked a little more and she seemed relaxed until she noticed my ring. "Where's your wife?"
I looked down at my ring. "Uh... she's not here."
"So she's at home?" Her question sounded a little accusatory and caught me off guard.
I was not prepared to answer questions about Marie at a party, so I tried to avoid it. It turned out to be a mistake. "Uh – no, she's just not here."
At that Jo snapped. "So you're out at a party, flirting and looking for a little something on the side, is that it?" She had definitely been treated badly by someone.
"No. I'm not. Jo, it's not like that...."
She was angry so fast. She stood up and was yelling at me, everybody turning and looking. "You misogynistic fuckers are all alike. Take a fucking hike." She stormed off.
Now I was mad, too. We had just been talking, there was no sexual flirtation going on. She leaped to some pretty fast conclusions and no matter how she had been hurt before, I was insulted. She had yelled at me in a public forum and I didn't like it. In the back of my mind my logical side was telling me that since I'd been drinking I should stay away from her. I should have just left, but I was angry and hurt and was going to take it out on someone. I jumped up and followed her into the kitchen. She was standing by the stove, her arms crossed, fuming. There were other people in the room, but I didn't give a shit. I had had too much to drink and I was still angry at life for taking my precious Marie, so when she attacked me my anger boiled over and I later realized that it had been held in check too long.
I walked right up to her and stared right into her eyes. She was a little intimidated by my invasion of her personal space. "Before you jump to conclusions, get your fucking facts straight. For your information, my wife is dead!" I could see the blood drain from her face, but I continued. I was too mad. "That was a pretty quick conclusion you jumped to out there, and I resent it. What's the female equivalent of a misogynist? I don't know the word, but I'm looking at one! Fuck off!" I turned and stormed out.
I walked directly out the front door and started in the direction of home. I had only gone a few steps down the sidewalk when Mary came running after me.
"John! John! Slow down!"
I stopped and looked back at her, barely able to stand still with my heart still racing and the anger coursing through me. She came up to me quickly.
"What happened in there?"
"Your friend Jo jumped to some quick conclusions, basically accusing me of being a philanderer and scumbag. As soon as she saw my wedding ring she thought I was out looking for a piece of ass while my poor little wife sat at home. Bitch!"
Mary stared at me and held my arm, not letting me walk away. "Okay... okay! You got worked up pretty quick. Why didn't you just blow her off? She's just had a couple of not very nice, or faithful, boyfriends."
I tried to smile, but the anger was still pulsing thru me. "I don't know. I can't say why it happened, but it did. It just pissed me off! She assumed she knew all about me in an instant, and I wasn't going to put up with anyone's shit anymore."
She smiled and took my arm. "Okay, calm down. She was just taking her anger at her shitty boyfriends out on you and you were apparently taking your anger at losing your wife out on her. Let it go. Relax." She looked around. "Let me take you home. You can't walk from here." She definitely had the soothing bartender rap down pat.
"What about Juliet?"
"She's going home with her roommate anyway. Jo is her roommate."
I rolled my eyes. "Oh, great! That's just beautiful."
Mary laughed and once again put her arm in mine. "Yeah, pretty funny, eh?" She led us back to her car and we got in so she could take me home.
I looked at her while we were in the car and my anger abated. "Thanks. You were pretty good back there."
She smiled. "It comes from years of practice, believe me. As a bartender you have to be able to diffuse some tough situations – or just call the cops. Besides, after watching and listening to you describe your wife, I know you're not like that."
When we got to my apartment building, she got out with me. "Mind if I come up for a while?"
I looked at her closely, wondering if this might lead to where I immediately thought it might – sex. I also wondered if I could to anything about it. "Uh, sure, no problem."
She could sense my hesitation. "Look, I'm not a serial killer or anything!" She gave me a wide grin.
"Sorry. Sure, come on up. After all, the night is still young; it's only 2am!" I put a touch of sarcasm in the time.
She laughed. "Well, those are the hours of a bartender. Is it past your bedtime?"
I could tell she was just poking fun and I grinned. "Yes, as a matter of fact it is, you smart ass woman!"
She put her arm in mine once again and led me inside the apartment building. "Yes, I am a smart ass. But I usually get what I want." Wow, did that sound familiar to me.
We went into my apartment and she immediately went to the fridge. "I'm going to have a beer, you want one?"
For the first time in a while, I didn't. "No, thanks." I moved into the living room, sat down, and fiddled with my iPad to play some music on my sound system.
Mary came in and sat next to me, turning so that she was facing me. "It really is true, you know." She smiled.
"What's true?"
"I usually get what I want." Now her grin was wide and she winked at me.
I laughed. "I can see that you would. In fact, I think any beautiful woman today can get just about anything she wants."
She looked at me closely. "So you think I'm beautiful?"
I looked her over, but I had been doing that for three weeks now. I didn't really need additional confirmation. "Of course. I'm sure you don't need me to tell you that. You know you are a beautiful woman and that I'm attracted to you."
She kept staring at me. "What does that mean?"
"Look, you are nicely built, have an open, honest, and very pretty face, you are nice to everyone, and you've taken a liking to my old bones, so what would I not find attractive about that?"
She looked down, slightly embarrassed, but then looked up again directly into my eyes. "Is that the same as beautiful to you?"
"Hey, I'm a guy. If you ask me to appraise someone I've never met, then I'll probably do it only on looks; body, face, all physical characteristics. But once I get to know someone, then obviously there is more to it than that. You have impressed me both ways."
She smiled, getting the point I was making. "Yeah. But would you have sex with me right now?" She stayed locked onto my eyes, checking out my response.
I'm sure she saw the slight flicker of surprise there. I thought that she might be thinking that when she invited herself up to my apartment, but it was still a surprise to hear it from a woman who was at least 10 years my junior. I looked down for a second; unable to take her firm gaze, then looked back up. "Not sure if I can."
She cocked her head and looked at me funny. "Not sure if you can or if you want to?"
"Well, I really want to, but I haven't had sex in a year and with nobody except my wife in 20 years, so I'm not sure if I can." I looked at her closely as I paused briefly. "Besides, what about your boyfriend?"
"Dave? Humph! He can piss off. He thinks I don't know that he's been trying to get into the pants of one of the neighbors and almost succeeded except she changed her mind at the last minute. Guys! Are all of you like that? Were you?"
I was still working on getting up for sex when she hit me with that. "You mean always looking for a conquest, even while I was in a relationship?" She nodded. "I thought you knew I wasn't like that?" She shrugged and waited for me to continue. "Okay, I was never like that. I was always a one-woman-at-a-time man. I may have dated and slept with a few only once when I was young, but when I was in a relationship, that woman was the only one I bedded. Sure, I liked to flirt, but never, ever cheated on a girlfriend or my wife. It's just the way I'm wired. My wife even laughed at the way I flirted, but she was not threatened by it. She knew me."
She stared at me. "You never, ever had sex with someone else while even just dating someone?"
"Nope! I think that comes from growing up in a household full of strong women. Of course, it's also true that taking care of one good woman is a full time job!" I gave her a grin. "And one other thing; I've never been attracted to women who were not strong willed. I like someone I can wrestle with mentally as well as physically. They wouldn't put up with that." I smiled at my own attempt at humor.
She stood and took my hand. "Of course – now will you please have sex with me?"
I stared at her for a minute and then reached over and took her hand, pulling her back down to the couch. "Mary, I would love to have sex with you, but...." I looked at her and tried to explain it, but I knew I was probably going to fumble it a little. "Look. I really do want to have sex with you, but how about we cool it for tonight and just remain platonic friends for a while longer. I want to think about it and I want you to make sure you don't make a mistake about Dave before you are sure."
She stared at me for a second. "Hmmm. That makes too much sense. I wish you weren't making sense right now because I'm horny and Dave hasn't been taking care of that." I watched her closely. I think she could tell that I was a little surprised by her frankness. "Well, he hasn't. I guess what I'm trying to say is that Dave and I don't appear to be that physically compatible."
"Have you discussed it with him?"
"Ugh! Getting him to discuss it is worse than pulling permanent teeth! He just can't imagine why I'm not completely satisfied with his 5-minute sex routine." She looked up at me and could tell I was a little uncomfortable discussing the details. "Well, maybe I'd better stop there. Too much information, right?"
"Yeah, really!" I ran my hand over my forehead, giving her the 'Whew! That was close!' gesture.
She laughed and then looked at me with that look of intensity she gets sometimes. "Can I at least stay here tonight? I probably shouldn't be driving."
I hesitated for just a second, wondering if there was an ulterior motive behind that request, but finally acquiesced. If there was an ulterior motive, she was probably thinking that she could work her way into the one bed in the apartment, but she didn't know the full extent of my apartment. "No problem. I'll show you the guest room."
She looked around. "What? I thought this was a one-bedroom apartment?"
I smiled. "Yes, but I rented both this one and the one next to it. I use the other one for my 'other' activities and I want to have a place for my daughter to stay when she comes from college to visit."
"Oh, okay. Well, lead the way."
I led her toward the kitchen and showed her where the connecting door was. We entered the other apartment, which was a mirror image of my first one, and I showed her the bedroom. She eyed me closely.
"I know that rents are not extremely high here, but renting two apartments is not cheap. You're keeping this just for when your daughter comes to visit?"
"Well, there is also the problem I have with late night visits from bartenders who are trying to sleep with me."
She smiled and punched me. "That wasn't the plan, it just sort of came up."
I looked at her and answered playfully. "Whatever!" I pointed over to the bathroom. "Everything you need is in there. I have extra towels, soap, toothpaste, toothbrush, and even other sundry necessary 'female' items." I made quotation marks in the air with my hands around the word female.
She laughed. "Really? You really went and bought things like tampons and pads to have on hand, just in case?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Are you sure you aren't running a kidnapping ring to trap girls in here while you wait for your partners to pick them up?" She was being playful again.
"No, I'm not. Of course, I wouldn't admit that even if I was." I gave her a rakish grin. "But why is that so hard to believe?"
"Dave and the other guys I know wouldn't be caught dead buying those items."
"Why? It's part of life. It's not like you can ignore it or get away from it. I've been buying them since I was in high school for my mother and sisters."
"Well, it appears that you keep surprising me."
"That's good! Now if you don't mind, young lady, it's well past my bedtime and I have to get some sleep. I am, after all – well, 46!"
"OMG! Are you that old? We'd better get you one of those medical emergency alarms!"
"Smart ass woman! Go to bed!" I was shaking my head at her and laughing.
She smiled and went up on her toes to give me a quick kiss. "Goodnight." She kissed me on the cheek and I could smell her scent. It was a mix of a little perfume, a little alcohol, a little bar, and a little sweat. It was actually quite intoxicating.
When she pulled back I looked down into her eyes. I suddenly wanted her. I took her by the shoulders and stared into her eyes for a second and then slowly brought my face down to hers. She was receptive and turned her head to kiss me back. Our mouths met lightly at first, but then more strongly as our lust took over. Her tongue came out and fenced with mine and we went into a strong embrace. For the first time in quite a while I wanted to have sex with a woman. I pulled back and looked down at her. "Can I change my mind? I want you. I want you bad."
She smiled and kissed me on the lips. "Yes, please. I've wanted you all night."
I smiled at that admission. "Let's go into my bedroom." We walked back thru my apartment and entered my bedroom. She turned to start getting undressed, but I had other ideas. "Wait!" She stopped and waited for me to explain. "Let me do that, please. I want to unwrap you like a beautiful present."
She smiled and almost purred. "Mmmm. I think I'd like that. Please, do so."
I unbuttoned her blouse and removed it, revealing some very nice breasts in a pink push up bra. They looked delectable and had some freckles running across the top of them. I gave a quick kiss to each of the bared, pushed up portion of the breasts displayed above the bra, eliciting a small murmur of approval from Mary. I placed the blouse over the back of the chair in my bedroom. I knelt and removed her shoes, which were nice flats, probably because she bartended tonight. I then undid her jeans button and unzipped them. She watched closely as I grabbed the waist band. They were tight so I pulled on each side in an alternating manner and she wiggled her hips to help me get them over her hips and down her legs. She giggled at the effort it took for me to do that. I took them off and put them on the chair as well. I turned to take in the vision before me. I had not been in this position with a woman since my wife was taken ill and it was wonderful, if bittersweet. Mary's panties matched her bra; they were bikini cut and accentuated a very nice pair of legs. She seemed a little shy as I stared at her, not moving for a second. I turned her around and pulled her to me. I ran my hands from her thighs up along the side of her body, up over her waist and then around onto her stomach. I moved them up over her breasts lightly and then up to her neck. I turned her head sideways and kissed and nibbled on her neck. She moaned slightly and I pushed my now very hard dick against her ass. It was as hard as it had been in the last year and I was glad that I was taking my time. Her breathing was becoming more labored.
She turned when I pulled back. "I don't need this kind of seduction, John, I'm horny and ready now."
I smiled and whispered. "It's not for you. It's for me. We dinosaurs can't change our ways." And I realized as I did it how much I missed my wife. I was wishing it was her standing in front of me, but at the same time, extremely excited that it was Mary. The familiarity that had developed between my wife and I meant that I knew all her buttons and how to push them, and conversely, she knew mine. We were comfortable together and enjoyed each other physically very much. I know my daughter may have been shocked a couple of times because we knew she had come home to hear us having sex, but that's real life.
And now here I was with Mary. I had not had sex with anyone except my wife in over 20 years, but I really wanted Mary at this moment. I released the clasp on her bra, let it slide forward, and slipped it off her arms. I took it and put it on the chair. I turned her around and looked at her breasts. They were not as firm as they may have once been, but they were hers and she was giving them to me. They were almost a C-cup and had light brown areola and very nice, rounded nipples. My wife had had very similar tits. I moved in and kissed her hard, our tongues fighting for position, and ran my right hand up to tweak her nipples. She groaned into my mouth. I pulled back and kissed my way down to her tits. I sucked and licked each nipple in turn as she held my head and moaned. I moved down over her belly, feeling her twitch and jerk as my moustache tickled her. I looked up at her and could see the desire and want in her eyes. I slowly pulled down her panties and took them off. I tossed them at the chair, but couldn't see if they made it. My focus was on a completely shaved pussy.
I must have stared for a few seconds longer than Mary expected because she looked down and moved to cover herself, right hand over her tits and left over her pussy, suddenly hesitant about showing it to me. All the women I had slept with in my life, save one, had that look when I first saw them naked. There was something about our society that seemed to make them self-conscious the first time that a man saw them nude, even the beautiful ones; like they wouldn't measure up. They knew every little flaw of their own body and seemed to think that each one took away from the overall vision of a woman giving herself to a man. Mary was not model-thin, and okay, so her breasts sagged a little, but she was still a sensual, sexy vision. I smiled at her and loved her sudden coy look. "You are gorgeous."
"Thanks." She seemed uncomfortable with my looking her over.
"You're shaved bare. I've never had a shaved pussy before."
"Really? I like it that way. Don't you?"
"We'll see!" is all I uttered as I pushed her towards the bed and pushed her back onto it. I removed my clothes while she watched her lust now evident. I, too, was not as young as I once was, and I hoped she was not disappointed with the old body in front of her. I was still in pretty good shape from mountain biking, basketball, and weights, but had the beginnings of some love handles, several nasty scars from biking and my time in the military, and both my chest hair and pubic hair had a touch of grey in them. Ugh! Grey pubic hair! Even with all the workouts, I knew I couldn't measure up to a 25 year old who was in any shape at all.
I finished undressing and looked up at her. Her nipples were hard little nubs and her pussy was becoming blood engorged. She was definitely turned on now. I moved over her and kissed her again, my dick pressing her hip between us.
She reached down and grabbed it. "I don't think you are going to have any problems tonight!" She grinned as I groaned.
I moved to her glorious eraser topped mounds and sucked on each nipple. She groaned and held my head as I suckled. I started kissing my way down to her pussy, but she pulled my head up.
"I can't wait much longer; you have been teasing me for 30 minutes. Just fuck me now or I'm going to explode!"
I looked down at my dick, hard and throbbing. It was me who was going to explode tonight. It had been a long time since I had last felt a nice warm pussy enveloping my dick. I had not even jerked off that much, my mind being completely swamped with my personal misery for so long.
"That's the general idea." I said as I smiled down at her. I reached over to the nightstand and retrieved a condom. It had been extremely wishful thinking and Army training to always be prepared that had even caused me to buy them, but here I was, actually having the need for them. I ripped open the package and Mary extracted it and rolled it on me.
I grabbed her by the knees and pushed them up and out, giving myself all the room I could get to impale her on my staff. I pushed it forward and she grabbed it and put it in. Her cunt was tight and so very, very hot. I groaned as I buried my dick completely into her now soaking honey pot.
"Oh, yeah, John, fuck me!" She had her eyes closed as she made a request for an act that was already underway.
I thrust in and out, feeling the pull of her lips in each direction. Her tits were bouncing with each thrust, now covered in a light sheen of sweat. Her head was back and I was relishing the feeling of fucking again. The physical closeness of two human beings was something that I had missed recently. I pushed into her, wondering about this gorgeous woman who was now writhing underneath me. Why had she decided to grant me this pleasure? What was going on in her head? I finally pushed all those thoughts out of my head as I felt her hands move down to my ass and her hips tilt as she pulled her knees back to her chest. She wanted me buried in her and I obliged her. She pulled and I pushed and we tried to get more of my body than would fit into her tight pussy. We were now thrusting hard at each other, the slapping of my hips against hers signaling our impending release. She was moaning now, but not talking. I was never much of a talker during sex either.
I started rotating my hips, ensuring that I found her clit with each thrust. Finally, she started squealing a little 'Oh' with the impact of each thrust until she groaned and shivered and came under me. Her body clenched several times and her eyes were now held tightly shut as she grimaced thru her orgasm. I kept up my pounding for only about three more strokes before I emptied myself into the condom. It felt wonderful and I collapsed on top of her.
"My god, I've just had sex with a man who loves to please a woman and actually knows how to do it." She smiled up at me and winked.
I laughed. "Well, it's been a while for me, so I might be a little out of practice." I really didn't believe that.
She groaned and grinned at me. "I don't think I could take anymore teasing and buildup than that. If you are out of practice, I won't be able to stand it when you are back to your old self. Nobody does that sort of seduction anymore. The way you undressed me was delicious. I loved the slow buildup as you revealed my body."
I laughed again and rolled off her, laying there, catching my breath. As I disposed of the condom, I relaxed. I had enjoyed the sex and didn't miss her comment about her not being able to stand it when I was back to my old self. She was indicating that this might happen again. I was all for that!
I could smell our sex and it was a new, but familiar smell. I turned to her. "Well, I don't bounce back like I used to so I make sure I get it right the first time. And if nobody you are having sex with does that for you, then you are sleeping with the wrong men!" I put my hand on her hip. "In any case, thank you for making an old man feel good. Can you tell me why?"
She turned and smiled. "You're welcome and I can't say why. I just felt attracted to you all of a sudden. I think I was attracted to you because of the way you spoke about your wife and how you loved her. And now... whew! I'm glad I did! I didn't realize what I was missing with Dave's five minute routine until just now."
"Sorry."
She laughed. "Don't be. You just made me realize that we've got some work to do. I can't be happy if my sex life isn't also satisfied."
I smiled. "Any time you need a reminder of what a wonderful, sensual, sexy woman you are, just let me know. I can do that any time you want."
She looked at me a little funny. "Okay. I may have to take you up on that."
We lay there recovering for a few more minutes and then she rolled over against me, putting her left arm and leg up over me. "Do you mind if I sleep here tonight?"
"You don't need to get home to Dave? Won't he wonder where you are?"
She sighed. "Dave who?"
I giggled. "You know I've never done this."
She rose up on her elbow. "What?"
"Had sex with someone who was already in a relationship."
"Yeah, so you said before. But you can't say that anymore!"
"True. Yes, you can stay the night." I sang an old Rod Stewart song a little as a joke. "I'll pay your cab fare home, you can even use my best cologne, just don't be here in the morning when I wake up." She stared at me. "Sorry, an old Rod Stewart song off an album when he was with the 'Faces' called 'Stay With Me'. I'm a fan of old rock."
"Strange reference."
"Sorry. I meant it as a joke. You don't have to be gone when I wake up."
She cuddled back down against me. "Well, I suppose you can make one joke considering we're lying here naked after sex and you took such good care of me."
"Mmmm. Oh, by the way, I love shaved pussy." She didn't respond. I laid there for a couple of minutes, but didn't say anything more. I could feel her breathing slowing. She was going out quickly. I reached down and pulled the sheet up over us.
A couple of minutes later I could tell she was asleep. I reviewed my night and was amazed at what had occurred in the three weeks since I moved here.
As I finally drifted off to sleep I looked at the ring on my finger and was glad that I had had my wife as long as I did, but also glad that Mary had come to me tonight.
*To be continued...* |
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John never felt the needle enter his neck as he walked through the front door. All he felt were the soft lips that pressed against his cheek before he blacked out.
He woke up a few hours later completely disoriented, staring at the ceiling. He quickly realized he was on his bed. His arms were stretched above his head uncomfortably, so he tried to move them. He then realized he couldn't. His wrists were tied down. He looked up to the headboard and realized he was handcuffed to the bed. He had a wooden headboard, so he was confused as to how this was even possible. There were two heavy metal hoops drilled into the headboard, and two sets of handcuffs, one on each wrist, attached to each hoop. Two sets of fluffy pink handcuffs. What the hell?
John's heart started to race in fear. He tried to move his legs, but they were bound to the foot of the bed with two lengths of smooth, white rope. The ropes were wrapped around each ankle. He could barely move. As he looked down at his feet, he realized another horrible truth. He was completely nude. What the hell happened? Did someone do something to him? He broke out in a cold sweat.
John tried to remember what had happened. The last thing he remembered was coming home from work. He was eager for the weekend to begin. It had been a long, tough week, and he was looking forward to a relaxing weekend. The last thing he remembered was pulling into the driveway and then opening the front door. That was the last thing he could recall before it all went black. Then, another horrible thought occurred to him: What about Tammy? His wife was usually home before him. What happened to her? John started to panic.
John scanned around the room, taking in his surroundings for the first time. His breath caught in his throat as he saw Tammy, unconscious, passed out on a chair. John looked at her, and was relieved to see she was breathing. She was fully clothed, luckily. She was tied roughly to the chair, in what looked to be heavy scratchy, uncomfortable rope. There was a lot of rope on her. Each of her legs was tied down tightly against the front legs of the chair. Her torso was tied tightly against the back of the wooden chair. A rope was also tied around her upper chest, keeping her tightly bound to the chair. Her arms were bound to the armrests of the chair, her hands bound down tightly. Her head sagged down, unconscious. What had happened to her? John started to panic.
"Tammy!" John hissed quietly, trying to wake her. "Tammy!" he hissed. No response. John started to freak out.
"HELP!" John yelled out, "HELP! Please, anybody!" he screamed. Then, he heard footsteps. This sound nearly stopped his heart. It definitely silenced him. He just waited as the footsteps moved closer to the bedroom. John braced himself, waiting for the confrontation with the person who did this. The bedroom door opened, and John prepared himself to meet this monster.
In walked a woman. John thought that this woman was here to help him out. Maybe she had heard him yelling and came to free them. She looked at John for a moment, and then Tammy, before speaking.
"There's no point yelling. No one will be able to hear you." she said coldly. John suddenly realized this woman was not here to help. She was the person who tied him to the bed. She was the one who tied up his wife. She was the one who did this.
John took her in. She was surprisingly good-looking. Gorgeous, to be honest. Just looking at her, you wouldn't think she was capable of violence. She was tall, with long brunette hair that went down to her mid-back. She had a pretty face, with full, pouty lips and smoky eyes. Her eyes sparkled with intelligence. John glanced at the rest of her. He couldn't help but notice she was rather chesty. Her breasts looked quite large under her tight black tank top. She had long legs encased in tight blue jeans. She was walking around barefoot. She was very tan and she appeared to be in great shape. She would have to be to drag him up the stairs to his bedroom. Even though she was beautiful, John could tell she was cold inside.
"HELP!" John yelled out again.
"It's like I said, there's no point yelling. This house is surprisingly soundproof. Your neighbors are too far away to hear anything you yell." she replied lazily. John looked at her. She smiled slightly and walked into the adjoining bathroom. The sound of the faucet running echoed through the empty room. The woman walked back into the room with a glass full of water.
"Time to bring her into the party." she said, throwing the water in the glass onto Tammy's face. Tammy woke up in shock, inhaling loudly and confused about her surroundings, the water pouring off of her face.
"What the hell!" Tammy yelled out, trying to move and realizing she couldn't. She looked around and saw her husband tied to the bed, nude, and the beautiful woman standing tall over them.
"What's going on?" Tammy said, looking at John.
"I don't know. I just woke up and I was here." John explained. They both looked at the woman, wanting an explanation.
"Who are you? Why are you doing this?" John asked.
"I remember the first time I saw you, John. I don't think you saw me, but I definitely saw you. I saw both of you. Holding hands, so in love. And I was just so confused. I just could not figure out why a stud like you, John, ended up with an ugly little bitch like her." this woman explained.
"Fuck you!" John yelled out, defending his wife. The woman just smiled. She turned and pulled up a chair and sat down. "So that's what I want, Tammy. I want you to tell me what you did to land a man like John. As a single lady, I would like to know what you did." the woman explained, crossing her legs. John and Tammy looked at each other, sharing a look. They both realized this woman was crazy. Just nuts.
"Why didn't you just ask us? Why go through all of this? Why tie us down, why hold us hostage?" John demanded.
"If some stranger just came up to you and asked how you two met, you would think they're crazy." she replied, with a smile. John and Tammy exchanged another look.
"So, Tammy, I ask you again. How did you land John? What did you do to make him like you?" the woman said.
"You say it like I tricked him or something." Tammy replied.
"Well, then, what did you do?" the woman asked. Tammy rolled her eyes and decided to hell with it, might as well tell her.
"We met in college, our senior year." Tammy started. "We had a class together. We sat next to each other, and we had talked a little bit. We were taking an exam, and I was freaking out because I could not figure out this question. If I didn't pass this exam, I would have failed the class."
"So, you're saying you're stupid?" the woman interrupted.
"No, I'm not fucking stupid you crazy bitch!" Tammy yelled out before stopping herself, trying not to anger her hostage taker. The woman just raised her eyebrow.
"Please continue." the woman said.
"Well, when the teacher's back was turned, John whispered at me and held his hand out towards me. He had written out how to solve the problem on his hand. I passed the exam and passed the class. I kinda felt like I owed him so I offered to buy him a drink." Tammy said.
"Where did you go?" the woman asked.
"We went to a bar. One right near the campus. We chatted, and had a good time." Tammy explained.
"Did you put out?" the woman asked.
"No, of course not. I barely knew him." Tammy explained. The woman just nodded.
"So, who initiated contact after that?" she asked.
"I did. I called him a few days later, and we got dinner." Tammy explained. "When did you realize you liked him Tammy?" the woman asked.
"I always thought he was cute. When he helped me out on that test, I just realized what a sweet, good natured man he was. And during the first date, he was just so charming and funny, I realized I really liked him." Tammy explained.
"What about you John? When did you realize you liked her?" the woman asked. John looked up at the ceiling, exasperated at her calm demeanor. He shook his head and decided to just respond, to keep things easy.
"I had a crush on her the first time I saw her. She was just so pretty. I couldn't believe she was single. I tried to talk to her, but I just got so nervous I could barely speak. It was the little things that were just so cute. Her mannerisms. Her giggle. Her jokes. I just had a huge crush on her from the beginning. I kept trying to find an excuse to talk to her, and I found it during the exam." John explained. He looked over at Tammy, and she smiled warmly, touched at hearing her husband confess the origin of his love for her.
"When was the first time you had sex?" the woman asked.
"It was after a few months of dating." Tammy started. "We did it at my place. It was nice." she said plainly.
"Was he pushing you to have sex and you held out, or what?" the woman asked.
"He didn't push me for anything. He was a perfect gentleman." Tammy said. This caused the woman to smirk.
"How old are you guys?" the woman asked.
"We're 28. We're both 28." Tammy said.
"How long have you been married?" the woman asked.
"Three years." Tammy answered.
"And it's gone well?" the woman asked.
"Yes. Never been happier." Tammy replied.
"Oh c'mon. You can't possibly tell me that neither of you got a little something on the side. In this day and age, no one would blame you." the woman said with a big smile, looking at both of them.
"Of course not!" Tammy said. The woman looked at John.
"No! Never!" John replied. "Oh, you guys are so cute." the woman said with a bright smile. John was not smiling. This woman was sinister. He knew it. He hated that she was acting so friendly and easy going. He wanted her to get to the point.
"Why are you doing this? What do these questions have to do with anything?" John yelled out angrily. The woman's friendly gaze faded.
"These questions are the reason I'm here. Quite frankly, John, I don't believe you." the woman said.
"You don't believe what?" John asked.
"I don't believe that a man like you hasn't thought about cheating. I don't believe that your eyes haven't wandered at least a little. Maybe you've checked out some woman that walked by you on the street. Maybe some slutty girl that you work with has hinted that she may be interested in getting to know you a little better. Maybe there was a moment when you thought about what would happen if you did it, if you did cheat on Tammy." the woman said.
"No, of course not. What would make you think that?" John asked angrily. The woman stood up.
"Look at yourself, John. You're a fucking stud. You're tall, tan, and handsome." she paused, then looked down at his exposed dick. "And quite frankly, John, even though you're dick is soft, I can tell its huge." she explained. John finally fully realized he was completely exposed before a woman he did not know. A crazy woman.
"This is what I want to know. How can a sad little cow like her lock down a stud like you and an absolute babe like me still be single?" the woman said.
"I think it's pretty clear." John started.
"What?" the woman asked quickly.
"You're fucking crazy! You're nuts. You tied down a married couple in their own home to ask how they met! I can't imagine what you do with a man you like." John said angrily. The woman smiled.
"Well, you're about to." the woman said quietly.
"What?" John said, but the woman ignored him.
"Alright, guys, you can call me Jessica. I want to come clean about everything." the woman, Jessica, said.
"Oh, thank you." John said mockingly.
"When I saw you John, I knew I had to have you. A man like you, with a cow like her? I know you've thought about straying at some point." Jessica started.
"Fuck you! I love my wife." John said.
"I know. And that's the point. You're just clouded your own mind with the belief that you are in love with your wife, that you're satisfied by her and that you should never stray. But I'm going to show you what you're missing out on. I'm gonna show you what a man like you really deserves." Jessica started.
"What are you going to do?" John said, worried.
"I want you guys to look at me. To really take me in." Jessica said, posing with her hands on her hips.
For the first time, Tammy really took in how gorgeous this woman was. She had a gorgeous face. Her hair was full and shiny. Her ass was round and firm, encased snugly in her jeans. And her breasts were massive. Her clothes looked of very good quality, picked to highlight her best attributes. On a purely physical scale, Jessica was far sexier than she was. Tammy looked over to see if John noticed this, and as she did, John's eyes jumped from Jessica to her, sensing his wife was looking at him.
"Trust me, guys fall over themselves staring at me. But not you, John. You didn't even notice me. This drove me nuts. How dare you not notice me? How dare you not appreciate what I have to offer? So I wanted to understand why this was. What kind of man doesn't notice me? So that's why I did this. To try and figure that out. And I think I have. I realized you simply don't know any better. It's quite cute, seeing that you've lied to yourself so deeply that you've tricked yourself into believing you really love her. And quite frankly, how could you?" Jessica stopped, and walked next to Tammy.
"I mean, just look at her. Look at her compared to me. Look at this ratty hair. Is this a dye job? Wow, what type of girl can't keep her hair looking nice for her man? And this pasty skin? Yuck. It's disgusting, not smooth and tan like mine. Do you think your stubby little legs win men over? Don't you know that men like long and firm legs wrapped around them? I saw your ass when I was tying you down. I have never seen a bonier ass in my life. There's just nothing there. And last, and definitely least, are your breasts. Wait, do you even have breasts? I can't tell. I can't really see anything from here. Do you even wear a bra? There's nothing there to support. Don't you know that men love playing with massive, firm tits? Tits like mine? Big, fat DD'S. Trust me, my tits are amazing. They are so soft and firm. No man can get enough. When men look at you, they have trouble telling if you're actually a girl. With me? Trust me, men know I'm more of a woman than they could possibly handle." Jessica said, her humiliating speech towards Tammy finished.
"Go fuck yourself, Jessica." John said angrily, defending his wife.
"That won't be necessary." Jessica replied.
"What?" John replied. Jessica looked at him for a moment, and then reached down and unbuttoned her jeans. As she started to lower them, John realized what was about to happen.
"No, no, no, no, no, you're kidding me. Are you kidding me?" John called out.
"That's right, John. I can't help myself. You're so fucking hot. I'm gonna show you what you've been missing out on. I'm gonna show you what it's like with a real woman. I'll show you what a man really wants." Jessica said, letting her pants drop to the ground. She stepped out of them. John couldn't help but notice her skimpy black panties. He couldn't help but notice that they were see-through. And he could easily see her neat little landing strip just above her pussy. She reached to the bottom of her black tank top and started to pull it up. John couldn't help but look as she pulled her top over her chest, revealing her massive breasts to his view. He hated to admit it, but they were magnificent. He had never seen a larger pair of breasts in his life. They sat high and firm on her chest, her hard nipples pointing outward. Her areola's looked perfectly round and smooth. John had to tear his eyes away from them. Jessica dropped her top onto the ground, letting the married couple take in her nearly nude form.
Tammy couldn't help but realize that Jessica was beautiful, better looking than her. Tammy always knew she was never the hottest girl around, but next to Jessica, she felt completely inadequate. Tammy couldn't help but fume with jealously as she took in Jessica's spectacular breasts and perfect ass. As much as she hated to admit it, Jessica was built like a brick shithouse. Even her hair looked spectacular. Tammy hated her.
Tammy looked at her husband and noticed his eyes glued to her breasts. It would be hard for any man to not notice them. She couldn't blame him. A moment's fear passed through her mind as she wondered what her husband thought of this woman. She wondered if maybe he realized that this woman was built for sex. She wondered if he perhaps wished she had a body like hers.
Jessica turned to face Tammy and let her get a good view at her perfect body. This position also allowed John to find out that Jessica was in fact wearing a thong, as his eyes took in the string splitting her firm ass. Jessica turned back to look at them both.
"Okay guys, here's the plan. We've got three days till anyone notices you guys are gone. Today, Saturday, and Sunday. So, for three days, I'm gonna show you guys what real sex is all about. And then, I'll let you go. I'll leave. That's of course, if you want me to." Jessica said.
"Fuck you bitch! You're not gonna get away with this!" Tammy yelled out.
"Yeah, whatever." Jessica said, dismissing her. She walked over near Tammy and turned to face John.
"Listen, John. Don't worry, I'll slip this thong off and we'll get down to business real soon. But I need to know that you're gonna behave yourself. I want to know that you're not gonna try to hurt me. Can I trust you?" Jessica asked.
"Go to hell, Jessica. And guess what? I don't want to have sex with you. I don't want you. I don't want this. I'm not gonna let you get anything out of this." John said fiercely.
"That's disappointing. I wish I didn't have to do this." Jessica said grimly. She turned, brought her arm back, and proceeded to slap Tammy as hard as she could.
"Hey!" John yelled out, watching this happen. Tammy groaned in pain, tasting blood.
"Fuck you, you fucking bitch! You fucking cunt! How dare you!" John yelled out, furious. He would not let this bitch get away with this.
"Calm down John. Listen!" she yelled out, raising her voice for the first time. He kept yelling out. She reared back to slap Tammy again.
"No, wait, stop!" John yelled out. Jessica stopped within an inch of her face.
"Listen, John." Jessica started. "If you don't behave yourself, I'll hit her again. If you try to hurt me, I'll hit her again. Understood?" she said sternly. John looked conflicted. He didn't want to have sex with this crazy bitch, but he didn't want her to hurt his wife either. He had no choice. He looked over to Tammy as she looked at him.
"I'm sorry, Tammy." He said, protecting her. Tammy understood that he now would have to bite bullet and comply with the woman's evil plans, to protect her. Tammy loved him so much. She nodded at John, communicating that he should do what she asked.
"Okay, so we're in agreement." Jessica announced. "Very good." she added. With that she hooked her fingers under the straps of her thong and pushed them down, letting them fall to the floor. She bent over and picked up her thong. She stretched her thong between her hands like a slingshot and shot it at Tammy, hitting her in the face. Tammy could do nothing to avoid it, feeling the cloth hit her face before landing in her lap. She got a whiff of Jessica's scent and she could tell that Jessica was very turned on.
They now could both take in Jessica's fully nude form. It was so jarring to see a strange, nude woman in their bedroom. The only woman who had ever been nude in this room was Tammy. But just seeing this new and gorgeous naked woman in this room was a jarring change.
Tammy hated that there was not a flaw or blemish anywhere on her. She watched her perfect ass bounce as she walked to the bed, towards John. John looked up to the ceiling, not wanting to give Jessica the pleasure of catching him staring at her naked form. He exhaled loudly, nervous for what was about to happen.
"Don't worry John, you'll enjoy it." Jessica said, comfortingly. John rolled his eyes. She crawled between his legs on the bed. She stared down at John's soft dick. She looked up into his eyes, and held his gaze as her hand snaked up and her fingers wrapped around his dick.
"Please don't." John begged, but Jessica was not going to be denied. She started to stroke his dick softly. John willed himself to think of something else, about his wife, about football, anything. Through pure will, he was able to keep himself soft, to avoid the pleasure of a hot woman stroking his dick. She pulled her hands away and studied him. Then, she tried a new tactic.
She started to run her fingers up his thighs softly. Then, she traced her fingers around his dick, never touching it, but getting as close to it as possible without touching it. She would firmly run her fingers across his lower torso, around his dick, wanting to tease him. Then, she started to blow softly onto his dick. She blew cool air from bottom to top on his cock. This new sensation totally took him off guard. She got within an inch of his dick and blew on it, from the balls to the tip. She was only focused on this one thing, blowing on his penis firmly. As much as he hated it, he started to be effected by this. His dick started to swell. She would walk her fingers up his thighs, across his stomach, around his cock. Sensing that she was starting to get to him, both of her hands returned to the base of his dick, and started to firmly stroke him. It was much easier now that he was getting harder. He couldn't fight it, as his prick approached full hardness. She would stroke firmly from bottom to top, and then return to the base again.
"Mmm, you're starting to like this, aren't you?" Jessica questioned with a sneer. John closed his eyes and kept quiet, shaking his head no.
"C'mon, you are rock hard. You've got a huge fucking dick. You're bigger than I hoped. You've got to be ten inches, right?" Jessica asked. John said nothing. She rubbed the tip of his dick with her index finger than ran it down to the underside of his dick. She tickled the most sensitive spot on his dick, as he fought the pleasure. She rubbed her finger around the head again.
"I'll make you a deal John. If I don't see a nice little drop of pre-cum on the tip of your massive dick within five minutes, I'll let you guys go and just walk away. You think you can do that?" Jessica asked with a smile. With a new resolve, John tried to fight the pleasure. After about three minutes, his dick was still dry. Tammy was watching the clock.
"You think you can do it. You think you can deny the pleasure of a hot babe stroking your dick after years of whatever pathetic sex your wife has been offering. If some tasty pre-cum appears on this massive dickhead, I'll take that as a sign that my hands feel better on your dick than anything your wife can do. Even though you're trying to fight it, out of loyalty, you can't resist the pleasure. I'll take it as a sign that what I'm doing overrides your feelings for your wife. I'll take it as a sign that my hands feel better on your dick than your wife's pussy! My hands feel better than the best that you wife can offer! If you had to choose between your honeymoon night, and this, you would choose me without question. If my hands feel this good, imagine what my cunt feels like. Ha!" Jessica yelled out, with a huge smile on her face as she humiliated Tammy.
Four minutes had passed since she had made her bet. Her grip was so firm on his dick. Her entire focus was on his dick. Like an artist, like a professional, she was manipulating his hard dick perfectly. She was trying to force the pre-cum that she knew was in there to the tip. Some sweat had appeared on both of their skins. Her grip was like iron, trying to force his juices to the tip. Her hands were moving fast, continually moving upward, never letting the juices settle. With less than ten seconds left on the countdown, a juicy dollop of pre-cum emerged from the tip of his dick.
"There you go! I knew you could do it!" she said with pride as she looked up at him. John looked over to his wife.
"I'm so sorry." he said to her. Tammy shook her head in annoyance. She wasn't mad at John. She couldn't blame him. She knew it was hard for a man to resist what she was doing. Especially a woman as beautiful as Jessica who clearly knew what she was doing.
For John, it was as if the cork had been released. Pre-cum was now pouring out of his dick like a faucet. His dick and her hands were now coated in his juices. The wet slurps that her hands made on his dick echoed throughout the room. The two women could tell John was nearing his inevitable climax. As John's groans got louder, Jessica pulled her hands away.
"Tammy, I think he's really enjoying himself." Jessica said, showing Tammy her soaked hands. John's hips humped into the air, seeking anything to relieve that ache in his balls. Jessica started to lick her palms, savoring all of John's juices.
"Tasty." she said to herself. She turned to look at John.
"Now that you understand the pleasure I can give you, this should make this easier." she said, crawling up the bed. She proceeded to straddle his face, facing his feet, her intentions now clear.
"Remember what I told you. Don't you dare try to hurt me! No biting! If you do, your wife will get it worse. All I want to feel are your lips and your tongue. Got it?" she commanded. She let John stare at the sight above him. She let him stare at her cute little pussy. Her pussy was dripping wet, so her juices dripped onto his face. She watched him take this in. Take in the sight of her beautiful pussy. Take in the taste of her juices that dripped into his mouth. Take in the scent of her horny pussy. Then she dropped down onto his face, forcing her cunt against his open mouth.
She ground against his lips, forcing her juices into his mouth. Jessica moaned out loud when she felt a tentative lick. She felt his tongue again, taking more confident licks of her pussy. Soon, his tongue was digging deep into her dripping cunt. She then felt his whole mouth surround her cunt, and felt him suck on her pussy, trying to draw her juices into his oral cavity. He was soon alternating between licks and sucks.
"Oh, Tammy, he is sucking my pussy so well. He's really getting in there. He is really trying to help me cum. Does he ever suck your disgusting pussy this well? Is he ever this voracious with you?" Jessica said, hammering Tammy with insults as she rode her husband's face.
Tammy's eyes teared up. John never really went down on her. He had told her he just did not enjoy doing it. Tammy understood completely. She had never really had a guy go down on her, so she wasn't too bothered by it. But watching this, watching John pleasure this bitch with his mouth, another possibility went through her head. He clearly looked like he had done this before. The way he was eating Jessica out displayed that he was not inexperienced. Was it that, maybe, John did not like going down on her? Was there something with Jessica or with other girls that she lacked? Was her pussy bad in some way? Was her pussy unattractive? Did her pussy taste bad? Is that why no guy had ever enjoyed going down on her? Tammy felt more inadequate.
John started running his tongue around her clit. It didn't take long for this to have its intended effect as Jessica's clit hardened. He flicked her clit a few times and John could sense her impending orgasm, so he moved his mouth to surround her pussy. Jessica groaned out loud as she forced John's mouth against her vagina as she started to cum. He juices spilled into his mouth as his lips formed a tight seal, hoping to collect all of her tasty juices. She leaned up, breaking the seal between cunt and mouth.
Tammy looked down at her husband's face, trying to read his reaction. It was quick, but she noticed John lick his lips after Jessica pulled away. Did he actually like it? Did he enjoy the taste of her? Did he like the taste of her so much that he had to lick his lips to collect any spare drops of her juices?
"Are you okay, John?" she called out, trying to hear her husband's voice, trying to hear that he was still on her side.
"I'm sorry, Tammy. I just want to get this over with." John said, looking over at her, reassuring her of his loyalty. He nodded, so she nodded back.
"So, John..." Jessica started "You clearly enjoyed the taste of my pussy so much, so... I figured I'd give you something even tastier." With that, she shifted so she moved her pussy forward, so her ass was hovering above his face. Then, she reached back, and pulled the cheeks apart. There was her asshole, exposed to his eyes. John immediately knew what Jessica wanted. Jessica wanted John to lick her asshole.
"No, no. Please. I don't want to do that. Please." John begged, terrified at the sight of her asshole. He had never done anal stuff with Tammy. He had no desire to. He had caught glimpses of Tammy's asshole when they were having sex, and quite frankly, it did not inspire him to want to have sex with her there. To be honest, he thought anal sex was gross. But he knew Jessica would not take 'no' for an answer. So as he looked up at her asshole, he knew that he would have to pleasure her there. He was a little relieved to see that her asshole looked clean. Nothing there but smooth asshole. He looked at it and realized in a way, it was kind of cute. If you had to have sex with a woman's asshole, hers would be the type you would want to do it with.
Jessica lowered her asshole to within an inch of his mouth before stopping. Figures. She wanted John to do all of the work. He looked over at Tammy. Tammy had closed her eyes, not wanting to see her husband sucking another woman's ass. Seeing no support there, he knew what he had to do. He leaned his head up, extended his tongue out of his mouth, and gave Jessica's asshole a long wet lick. As he finished, he reflected on what he just did. Her ass did not taste as bad as he thought it would. It actually tasted pretty good. He couldn't help himself as he leaned up and gave her asshole another lick.
After a few minutes, Tammy couldn't help but open her eyes and see what was happening. She slowly opened her eyes to look at the action on the bed. She was taken aback by what she saw. John's tongue was vigorously rimming Jessica's asshole. What? How could he be doing this? John's never done anything involving anal sex. He's never showed any interest in it. But there he was, rimming this bitch's ass. The pace at which he was going was not one that indicated he hated what he was doing. There was a part of him that must be enjoying it if he was doing it so passionately. Part of her husband enjoyed rimming out this whore's ass. She watched her husband lick Jessica's asshole, then put his lips around her asshole and start to suck. Tammy was in disbelief as she watched her husband suck another woman's asshole. This was absolutely ridiculous!
John was so absorbed by what he was doing that he didn't know his wife was watching. He felt more weight against him as Jessica forced his head down against the bed. He was now smothered by her firm ass. He just kept rimming her and trying to wedge his tongue into her ass, knowing that pleasuring her was the only way out of this situation. The sensation of her warm ass cheeks against his face was a brand new experience for him. He heard her moan loudly. Whatever he was doing was working. He just kept forcing his tongue against her ass, trying to break the seal of her tight asshole. Once he finally broke through, he felt her ass cheeks tighten against his face and a loud yell echoed through the room as she screamed in orgasm. After almost a full minute, she released his mouth from between her ass cheeks with an audible pop as she leaned upward. John immediately inhaled, breathing in fresh air as he stared at the ass above him. Jessica was the first to look over at Tammy.
"You like that, Tammy? You like watching your husband eat out a woman's ass? Did you enjoy watching the mouth that said 'I do' firmly pressed against my asshole? Did you like seeing the tongue that kissed you on so many occasions so sensually rim my ass? Hmmm? Do you think you can kiss him again knowing where that mouth has been?" Jessica said.
"Fuck you, you whore! It's not like he wanted to do it. You forced him!" Tammy argued.
"Well, once he started, he most certainly never tried to stop me. Did you notice his mouth follow my ass as I lifted off of him? Hmm? Did you notice that he didn't want to stop sucking my ass?" Jessica replied. This silenced her.
"Go to hell, Jessica." John said, his voice rough.
"Oh, c'mon John. You can't say you didn't enjoy it. I felt your tongue. I felt your tongue deep in my pussy, trying to get all of my juices. I felt you tongue flick my clit, trying desperately to get me off. I felt your tongue rimming my ass oh so passionately. I know you enjoyed it. I felt it." Jessica replied.
"You are one arrogant bitch." John said with a laugh. "You think that tying a man up, and forcing him to do things to you, will make him enjoy it? You think I liked licking your ass, you crazy bitch!?"
Jessica just smiled.
"It's okay, John. It'll be our little secret." Jessica replied cutely. She knee-walked to the edge of the bed and stood up.
"Does it bother you, Tammy, to know that your husband made me cum twice? He made me cum by sucking on my pussy in just the right way. Your husband made me cum by sucking my asshole. Just think about that. Your husband, the man who vowed to love you and only you, made another woman cum. Your husband ate another woman's pussy. Your husband rimmed another woman's ass. Can you forget that? Can you get the image of your husband's mouth buried between another woman's ass cheeks out of your head? Trust me, Tam, I've been with men who didn't want to go down on me. I can tell when they're not enjoying themselves. And your husband? He did not hate it." Jessica said.
"So, you're a whore. That's what you're saying? You've had lots of men go down on you?" Tammy replied.
"Pretty much. When you're as hot as I am, it's not hard to get laid." Jessica replied.
"Then why do this? Why come after us?" Tammy argued.
"This isn't about getting laid, honey." Jessica said with a bright smile. "This is about something more." she added vaguely.
"What?" Tammy questioned.
"You'll find out soon enough." Jessica replied darkly. She turned to look back at John. John's eyes couldn't help but watch her breasts jiggle as she turned. Jessica noticed this and smiled.
"Okay, John. This is it." Jessica started, reaching up to tie her hair in a ponytail. "This is the moment you've been waiting for."
She hopped back onto the bed. Tammy watched her firm ass bounce as she did so. She crawled over and straddled John. His dick was still throbbing hard. She reached between them and guided the tip of his dick against the outside of her pussy.
"This is what you've been thinking about, isn't it? The moment you saw me, even though I attacked you, even though I attacked your wife, your first thought was 'God, I just want to bang this bitch.' Right? When I stepped in, you just wanted to fuck the shit out of me. Now, your dream is about to come true." Jessica said. With that, Jessica lowered herself onto him.
John groaned out loud. His eyes rolled up into his head as he felt his dick getting buried in her sweet pussy. His dick met a lot of resistance as he was forced deep into her twat. Her pussy was tight. So fucking tight. He had never had his dick in a hole this tight. It was a struggle for her to take his thick ten inches into her tight little pussy. She sighed softly as her ass settled into his lap.
Jessica leaned forward so she balanced on her arms above John, staring down at him. She knew the pleasure he was feeling. She had seen it in other men. The realization that the hole his dick was buried into was the best thing he had ever experienced.
"You don't know it yet, but you're mine now." Jessica whispered, quiet enough so Tammy did not hear.
John's immediate reaction to that was confusion. What does that mean? But he did not have time to dwell on it due to the overwhelming pleasure her tight pussy was providing. John looked up at her face before his eyes were inevitably drawn to her hanging breasts. He made eye contact with her hard nipples. She smirked and started to bounce.
She put her hands on his chest to get more leverage as she started to bounce harder. John couldn't control his groans as Jessica rode his hard cock. John's eyes never left those nipples as her bounces became more and more violent. He had never been ridden this hard.
Tammy watched this with a sick fascination. She couldn't help but observe the sexual union of her husband and this absolute bitch. She didn't know how her husband could handle this hard fuck. Their lovemaking was usually very gentle, not rough like this bitch was doing.
"You like that John? You like the way I fuck you? You like how my pussy feels? You like how my cunt takes your massive cock? It's never felt this good with Tammy, has it? This is the best pussy you've ever gotten, right? This is the best sex you've ever had? Right? Tell me!" Jessica yelled out. John closed his eyes and looked away, trying to think of anything else but the pussy wrapped snugly around his cock. He shook his head, trying to deny the feelings she was providing.
"Tell me or I'll stop! Tell me or I'll stop fucking you! Tell me or you don't get to drain your balls!" Jessica yelled out, bringing her bouncing hips to a stop, his balls nestled snugly against her ass as his dick was buried inside her. John tried to bounce his hips to try to relieve the throbbing in his balls, but she held him down, preventing him from getting any pleasure. She leant down and laid on his chest, her breasts flattening out against him. The feeling of her soft breasts against his chest nearly set him off. Jessica put her mouth against his ear.
"C'mon, John. Tell me the truth." Jessica whispered "Tell me that my pussy feels better than anything you've ever felt. Tell me that my pussy feels so good on your dick. Tell me that you love my pussy more than anything. Tell me you love my pussy more than your wife. Tell me that you would leave your wife for me. Tell me that you would leave your wife for my tight little pussy. Tell me you love me."After she finished whispering her evil speech to John, he felt her soft lips kiss his ear. Her mouth moved down, licking and sucking his neck. John shivered as he felt this, and took in her dark designs. He now knew her true goal. Her goal was his fidelity, his loyalty to his wife. She hoped that he would leave Tammy for her, after experiencing her admittedly extra tight pussy. She hoped that the pleasure she could give him would override the love he had for Tammy. John shivered at this plan, and also the wet tongue sliding across his neck. He felt her tighten her pussy around his dick. He was then reminded of his aching balls, filled to the brim with cum, cum that was bursting to escape. He could feel his dick marinating in her juices, which had dripped down to his balls. If she would move just a little bit, he would no doubt cum. John tried to let his balls simmer, hoping the pressure would ease quickly.
Watching this bugged Tammy more than anything she had seen so far. Watching Jessica whisper in his ear, whispering something she didn't want Tammy to hear. Then watching her start kissing him. It just seemed so intimate. Like something that lovers would do.
Jessica pulled her lips from John's neck and leaned up over him. Tammy could see Jessica start flexing her ass, no doubt tightening her pussy against John's hard dick. John groaned out loud, now back on edge. Then, she stopped.
"Tell me, John. Tell me what I want to hear and I'll let you cum." Jessica ordered. John looked over at Tammy. Tammy could see the apology in his eyes. She knew that he was on edge, desperately needing to cum. Tammy knew Jessica would keep him on edge for as long as it took. Tammy just nodded at John, giving her permission for whatever he had to do.
"Please, just let me cum." John begged.
"I will when you tell me." Jessica replied strongly. John paused, then finally relented.
"I love you." John said quietly.
"What was that?" Jessica said.
"I love you!" John yelled out, desperate to cum.
"Do you love me more than Tammy?" Jessica asked, flexing her ass, tightening her pussy as a reward.
"Yes, I love you more than Tammy." John said quickly, willing her to start bouncing.
"Do you love my pussy more than you love Tammy?" Jessica said, tightening her pussy again.
"Yes, I love your pussy more than Tammy. Just please, make me cum!" John begged.
"You got it, love." Jessica said. She put her arms on his chest and started to bounce. Her bounces quickly resumed their violent nature. Jessica's tight pussy, clasping on his dick as she drove up and down, was enough to finally set him off. His hips couldn't help but drive up into her as his balls exploded. She ground into him as she felt his balls start to spurt. His balls pumped massive amounts of warm semen into the tight cunt of this bitch riding him. John nearly blacked out the pleasure was so great. He didn't know how long he was cumming. All he knew was that he was driving his dick into her as hard and deep as he could, trying to maintain this incredibly pleasurable feeling for as long as possible. As his balls emptied the last of his semen into her, he fell back onto the bed, exhausted. Jessica just lied on top of John, basking in the warm glow of great sex. She could feel his cum leaking out of her pussy. He had shot so much it had probably run out of places to go. She rolled onto her back and looked over at Tammy.
"Does it hurt, Tammy, to know that your husband has become lovers with another woman? Did it hurt to see your husband cum harder than he ever has before with another woman? Did it hurt to see your husband have the best sex of his life and have to watch from the sidelines, knowing that was something you would never be capable of?" Jessica taunted. A tear dripped down Tammy's cheek. Jessica smiled.
A faint buzzing was heard from the floor. Jessica reached down quickly and grabbed her jeans. She pulled her cell phone out of a pocket and looked at it. Jessica stood up.
"Excuse me guys, I have some important business to take care of." Jessica said, shaking her hips as she walked out of the bedroom. Tammy couldn't help but notice her husband's jizz running down her thighs.
They sat in silence for a few minutes. It was understandably awkward. The words Tammy said earlier echoed in John's ears. She said he was hers now. She thought that the minute she forced his dick into her tight pussy, that he belonged to her. That her pussy felt so good that all of his loyalty to his wife was gone. John just shook his head at her misguided ego. Even though her tight pussy did feel great, it wasn't enough to sweep away his loyalty to his wife. Right? Quickly, John shook these thoughts out of his head. He finally, John turned to look at Tammy, tears in his eyes.
"Tammy, I'm so sorry." He said, a tear running down his cheek. "You know I don't believe anything I just said. You know how much I love you."
"I know." Tammy said crying. "I love you too."
"I hate what she's doing. I hate it. I just did it to get through it." John said.
"I know, John, I know. Listen, it's okay. Just do what you have to do, John, it's okay. Just do whatever she says. Just do whatever it takes, and when she's gone we can move on. I'll forgive you for what she makes you do. I love you." Tammy said, crying.
"I love you too." John said quietly. They heard approaching footsteps, and braced themselves for the return of this monster.
"Sorry about that, guys." Jessica said, sashaying back into the room, putting down her phone. Tammy noticed that she still hadn't cleaned John's semen off of her. Jessica noticed where Tammy was staring.
"Sorry. I tried to clean it up, but he shot a whole lot in me." Jessica said with a laugh. Tammy just gave her the death stare.
"Please, just let us go. You got what you wanted." John said exasperatedly.
"No, lover, we're just getting started. We've got the whole weekend ahead of us." Jessica said, joining him on the bed. She moved to the other side of him and curled up against him. She scratched her finger against John's chest.
"God, you're so buff and strong. You're such a man." she whispered in his ear. "Why did you shack up with her? You can do so much better."
"Fuck you." John replied.
"You did that very well already, thanks." Jessica whispered, kissing his cheek. She continued kissing his cheek up to his ear.
"I think I'm falling for you, John. I think I love you." Jessica whispered. This caused John to laugh derisively.
"You are out of your mind, Jessica." John said.
"You told me you loved me." Jessica countered, continuing this whole conversation through whispers in his ear. "Why can't I return the favor?" John just rolled his eyes while trying to ignore the chills up his spine as she blew in his ear.
"I knew the truth. I felt it. I felt your dick throb when you told me you loved me. I felt how hard it got you to declare your love for me. It got you so fucking hard to declare your love for another woman in front of your wife. You're nasty, aren't you? You're a freak like me. It turns you on to betray your wife. You can deny it but I know the truth. Just imagine how good it'll feel when you betray your wife for good. Imagine how hard you'll cum when you choose me over her. When you betray your ugly wife, that you declared your love for, in favor of this hot slut that you can't stop thinking about. That's love, John. That's true love. We were meant to be together. I know it's tough to believe. I know it's hard. Change always is."
"That conflict you're feeling is perfectly normal. Don't worry, it'll get easier. You'll begin to choose me over her. It'll start small. You'll think I'm prettier than her. That's fine, because it's a fact. It'll be the natural progression to then think that I'm sexier than her. But you'll think, hey, sexiness isn't that important. Then you'll realize that I'm a much better fuck than her. But sex isn't everything right? But then, you'll start to miss me when I'm gone. You won't be able to stop thinking about me. You won't stop wondering when I'll be back. You're dick will get hard at the mere thought of me. You'll just keep waiting for me to come and take care of your swollen balls. With the amount of sex we're going to be having, we'll no doubt develop a certain chemistry. I'll know what you like, and you'll know what I like. You'll start to go out of your way to please me so that I'll please you. We'll be perfect sexual partners. When two people develop this chemistry, they'll start to really understand each other. You'll know what I'm thinking at all times. And I'll know what you're thinking. You'll start laughing at my jokes. You'll start to sympathize with me. You'll start supporting me, taking my side. Your marriage will no longer be a concern for you. Then, you'll really let loose. There will be no stopping you from doing all the bad things you want to do to me. There will be no stopping you from saying all the things you've been wanting to tell your wife but couldn't because husbands don't say those things. You'll be free. Truly free. There's no use fighting it John. It's inevitable." Jessica finished.
John had been too engrossed in her terrifying speech to realize her hand had moved down to slowly stroke his cock back to full hardness. His cock was dripping with his juices.
"See baby." Jessica whispered, "See how hard I get you? See how hard the thought of being with me gets you? See how hard the thought of leaving your wife for me gets you?"
John tried to fight the pleasure her hand was providing, but he could not. She knew how to stroke him in just the right way. She knew just how to milk the cum out of his dick. She leaned up and focused her attention on his throbbing dick.
Tammy stared at Jessica as she stroked her husband's dick. She watched her facial expressions as she put in the effort to pleasure her husband. Jessica noticed Tammy staring at her, so she responded by smiling brightly and over exaggerating her facial expressions as she jacked off John. It was beyond frustrating for Tammy to have seen Jessica whispering in her husband's ear, no doubt whispering sweet nothings. And to see her husband's response. To see him get hard at what she said, and not hearing what Jessica said, just drove Tammy nuts.
Tammy hated that John got hard with her. She hated it. She understood it's hard for a man to turn his dick off so to speak, but still. But to get hard so quickly after getting off. He never recharged that fast with her. Tammy had to deal with the fact that on some level, John enjoyed what Jessica was doing to him, on a purely physical level.
Jessica released his dick and got up on her knees. She straddled Tammy's husband, ready to fuck again. Tammy couldn't help but be a little jealous of her stamina. For Tammy, after one session of love making, she was pooped. She was done for the night. But Jessica, she was eager to fuck again, ready to please so quickly after their previous fuck. Tammy hated her. She looked away as she lowered herself onto John's dick and tried to think about something else when she heard them both groan out loud. She couldn't help but look back at them as the bed started to creak.
Jessica was clearly ready to go, because as soon as the sex started, she was riding John hard. She put her hands on the headboard to give her more leverage for this hard fuck. She was not slowing down. Tammy couldn't help but think that Jessica was in incredible shape.
John was taking in the incredible shape of Jessica's massive titties as she rode him. He was nearly hypnotized by the hard bouncing nipples bouncing above his eyes. His body was acting on pure instinct. His mouth was salivating at the sight of the succulent nipples above him. His hands were starting to fight the handcuffs, trying to break their grip, not to get away, but to be able give those massive breasts above him in a long, healthy squeeze. But that was just instinct. John didn't even know he was doing it. And luckily, the hoops the handcuffs he was connected to were very secure, because John was using all of his strength to try to break them. Jessica knew what she was doing. John was not getting away.
John was still trying to fight the feelings she was bringing out in him. Despite the situation, he had to admit Jessica was one hell of a fuck. She was bouncing so fast! She clearly knew what she was doing. Her clasping pussy felt so fucking good wrapped around his dick. Her cunt was so tight, and wet, and deep. The pace of this fuck didn't slow down like it did with the previous one. There were no stops. There were no breaks. This was just hard fucking.
"You don't get this from Tammy, do you?" Jessica said loudly as she bounced. John said nothing. "No response? You don't want to admit this sex is better than anything you've ever had. Better than anything Tammy's ever done. I'm doing things that Tammy is simply not capable of. I mean, look at her. That is one ugly bitch. You can tell just by looking at her that's she's a lame fuck. It's pretty obvious. I bet she just lays there. I bet she just takes it. I bet she only wants to make love. She's never interested in doing any of the things you want to do. She's never interested in any of the hard fucking you desperately need. You'll never get any of the good stuff from her. You need to be with a slut like me to get that. How did you get stuck with her anyway? Did you lose a bet or something?" Jessica said.
"I fucking hate you." John replied.
"You're lying, John. We all know it. That hard dick in my cunt is all I need to know about how you really feel about me. Trust me. You would not be that hard, your balls would not be so swollen, you would not be fucking me back if you weren't enjoying yourself." Jessica said as she smiled. John suddenly realized his hips were meeting hers stroke for stroke. He was getting close.
"C'mon, just admit it. Admit that you like me more than you like Tammy. Admit that you love me more than you love Tammy. Say all the things you've wanted to tell her. All the things in the back of your head that you've always wanted to tell her. Tell her!" Jessica ordered.
"FUCK YOU!" John yelled out, the pleasures of her pussy finally overwhelming him. He started cumming hard. His thrusting dick set off Jessica, who literally yelled out in orgasm.
Tammy watched this scene in horror. Just watching her husband and another woman have amazing simultaneous orgasms was a terrifying sight to see. A thought really started to take shape in her mind: Was John enjoying this? Not just the feelings of the things she was doing to him. But was part of him enjoying the rough nature of the sex. Did he maybe enjoy Jessica's filthy mouth? Was there a dark side to her husband's sexual nature? No, of course not. John had never complained about their love life. He had always enjoyed the sex. He wasn't into any of the rough, nasty shit that Jessica was.
Another, even more terrifying thought occurred to her. They were not using any protection. Tammy watched Jessica hump against John and flex her ass, coaxing John's semen to get as deep into her nasty pussy as possible. What if she got pregnant? What if Jessica got herself pregnant on Tammy's husband's dick? The way Jessica was fucking, it almost seemed like she was trying to get pregnant.
John's head fell back to the bed exhausted. His body relaxed as the post sex endorphins flowed through his veins. Jessica rolled off of him, tired from the rough sex. She pressed herself against his side, their sweaty bodies rubbing together. Jessica brought her lips to John's ear.
"If you keep fucking me like that, then tomorrow, I'll let you fuck my ass." she whispered before kissing his cheek. John was in a daze, ready to pass out. It was getting dark, so Jessica pulled out a blanket from under the bed to cover them both up with. Jessica rested her head on his chest, and John was in too much of a daze to fight her off. They were curled up together as they both quickly fell asleep.
Tammy was still wide awake. It was well before the time she usually went to sleep, same with John, but he was clearly worn out from fucking that bitch. She just sat in silence as she watched her husband and that whore curled up, sleeping together in her marital bed. Just this level of intimacy, even if it was forced by Jessica, was driving her nuts. She wanted to scream out, but she didn't want to wake John up.
She tried to fall asleep, anything to get away from the situation she was currently in. Unfortunately, being bound to this chair wasn't exactly comfortable. It took her a few hours, but finally, she nodded off.
It was a few hours later when Tammy was stirred awake. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she heard a sound. A wet, sucking sound. She looked towards the bed. She saw her husband awake, moving around a little, clearly agitated. She looked over to see Jessica, but she was not there. Then, Tammy noticed something bobbing under the blanket. The wet sucking noise was coming from under the blanket.
"Oh, shit!" John said quietly. He looked over to see if his wife was awake, but he didn't see her open eyes. He focused back on the incredible feelings coming from his dick.
He had been woken from his sleep by an amazingly pleasurable feeling coming from his dick. He had been dreaming for a few minutes before that. In the dream, he was getting his dick sucked by a woman. He looked down at the woman, but he couldn't quite make out the face. He thought it was his wife, but the face didn't match the image. It just didn't make sense. Tammy never sucked his dick like this. Her blowjobs never felt this amazing. She never sucked his dick anymore. Then he woke up.
He realized that he was still tied up in his bed, but he didn't have the chance to be disappointed as he realized that the pleasurable feelings coming from his dick was not just a dream. He looked down and saw something bobbing under the blanket. He realized immediately that it was Jessica under there. She must have woken up and just been hungry for dick. So she just went for it. Tammy was never that spontaneous.
As much as he hated to admit it, the blowjob felt amazing. Her tongue was everywhere. She knew just the right places to tease him. She even sucked his balls. She could even deep throat him, right down to the ball sack. Her drool dripping down his cock felt amazing. And she sucked so hard! This was an expert blowjob.
He looked over to see if Tammy was awake, and she was still in the same position, still asleep. John thought, 'what the hell, might as well enjoy it. Tammy won't know.' He just relaxed and let the feelings overwhelm him.
"Oh, fuck, Jessica." he said softly. If his hands were free, he would have placed them on top of her head to hold her on his dick. Her tongue was massaging his dick perfectly, trying to draw the cum out of his swollen balls and into her sucking mouth. Jessica's tongue swirling around his dickhead set him off.
"Ah, fuck!" John said firmly but quietly. His balls started pumping a massive load into Jessica's mouth. And like a good whore, she swallowed every drop. She kept sucking for a few minutes more after he stopped cumming, trying to get any excess cum. When she felt he was completely drained, she popped out from under the blanket and reappeared next to him. She kissed his cheek again.
"Good night, lover." she said softly, laying her head next to his and putting her arm around him protectively. In a daze, John fell asleep quickly.
John woke up with the sunlight shining on his face through the window. He realized he was still tied to the bed. He looked over and saw his wife slumped over, asleep. He turned and saw Jessica sleeping next to him, peacefully. 'God, she's gorgeous' was John's first thought, taking in her serene face. Wait, what? He shook this thought out of his head. This bitch was holding him and his wife hostage, and she had hurt his wife. He hated this woman. But how could a woman he hated so much make him feel this good?
John tried to rationalize his thoughts. On a purely physical level, he was enjoying what she was doing. It didn't mean anything. They were just physical reactions, not emotional ones. How could he not respond? No one would hold it against him for responding to her. It wasn't even him, it was his dick that responded. His dick was betraying his better judgment. This woman was insane. She had tied him down in his own home and had her way with him. She was crazy and evil. The only thing she had going for her was her body. Her gorgeous face. Those massive breasts. Her tight, wet pussy. Her tasty asshole. John tried to get her body out of his mind, but then he realized he couldn't hide from the truth. Her body was spectacular. She was fantastically stunning. He just had to accept it and move on. Her having a great body changed nothing. What kind of woman fucks a man in front of his wife? What kind of woman humiliates someone like that?
John looked over at Tammy. He hated to see her so defeated. Tied up. Helpless. The fact that she just wanted to get through it and move on just kinda bugged him for some reason. He wanted to see more fight from her. He liked to see her yelling and cursing at Jessica, not just sitting there and watching, crying. He loved that fight in her. She had always been a very independent, strong woman. But Jessica's actions were wearing her down. Jessica humiliating her was, in fact, getting to her.
John wondered what Tammy was thinking. She said she understood what he was going through, that it was okay with her that he had responded physically. But he wondered if that was the truth. He wondered if part of her was afraid that he was enjoying himself too much. That maybe he enjoyed the sex with Jessica more than he let on. Then he remembered the late night blowjob.
John was puzzled to his reaction to waking up to Jessica's warm mouth sucking his dick. He didn't fight her off. He had seen Tammy asleep, so he just went with it and enjoyed it. Why did he do that? Why didn't he fight back? Just because Tammy was asleep, he took that opportunity to enjoy the illicit sex. Did that mean that if Tammy wasn't here he might not fight back? That he would have let himself enjoy the rough sex Jessica was providing? Was Tammy's presence the only thing stopping him from letting loose? No, of course not. He was barely awake at the time. He wasn't thinking clearly.
John sensed something, so he turned and saw Jessica staring at him, wide awake.
"Morning, love." she whispered. John couldn't help but look down at her massive bare tits. Since she was lying on her side, one huge tit was stacked on top of the other. It was one of the sexiest sights he had ever seen. She let him stare before guiding his eyes upward with her finger on his chin.
"Listen," she started in a whisper as she looked past John to glance at Tammy. "You can talk now. She's asleep, so you can say whatever you want about her and she won't hear. You can say all the bad things you've wanted to say about her without penalty." Jessica said with a big smile.
"Go to hell, Jessica." John said quietly, trying not to wake Tammy.
"It's okay, John. I know you want to. It's okay to insult her. Nothing bad will happen. In fact, you will be rewarded. The more insults you say about her, the more rewards you get from me. And trust me, they are worth it." Jessica said brightly. John was puzzled. Jessica continued.
"Now, here's the thing: You cannot tell her about this arrangement. If you tell her anything, the deals off, and quite frankly, I will kick her ass. And don't think you can tell her about this when I'm out of the room. Believe me, I'm always watching." Jessica warned. John looked around, wondering if the room was bugged. He thought of a worse possibility. What if they were being recorded? What if there was a camera in the room? Jessica brought his focus gently back onto her.
"So listen, I'll lay it out for you. Ten insults earns your freedom. Ten slanders against your wife will be all you need to end this. But it's not that easy. It's a ten step process. Here are the ground rules. You could just rattle them off bam, bam, bam. That would be the easy way, but you won't do that, will you? Because you love her. Right? You could be free if you just let go of that urge you feel to protect your wife's honor. But, you won't, at least, not yet. Also, you can't just whisper all of them to me when we're cuddling together. I'll give you some leeway. The first five insults can be whispered in my ear. I know it'll take some time to get used to bashing her, so I'll grant you that. But the last five, you've got to say them out loud. Your wife has to hear them. And you need to mean them. They can't just be mincing, lame insults. They have got to be vicious. They have to have venom. They have to make her hurt. Even when this is over, and you tell her that I made you do this, I want her to think, in the back of her head, that the things you said were what you really thought. Can you do that for me?" Jessica said, her brow crunched up cutely.
John thought about this. This woman was the worst person alive. Literally. She was pure evil. She wanted him to bash his wife. She wanted him to insult his own wife. That's ridiculous! What rewards did she think she could give that would make him insult his wife? If it's sex, John could hold out, no question. If she threatens to withhold sex, John would welcome it. He would win that battle easily. She must be truly naïve if she thinks that he would insult his wife in order to avail himself in this slut's body some more. Jessica took his silence as a chance to continue relaying her fucked up plan.
"So, I'll lay out the rewards. You should thank me, because I'm gonna be generous and give out two rewards for each insult. Okay, for one insult, you'll get bathroom privileges for the rest of our time together. Plus, you'll get a nice, wet blowjob, just like you should be getting every morning. Two insults, that'll get her bathroom privileges as well. It'll also get you a nice long tit-fuck. Imagine how good it'll feel to cum all over these jugs. Imagine how soft they will feel wrapped around your hard cock. Now, three insults, that'll get you food privileges. I'll feed you morning, noon, and night. And also, you'll get an even more delicious meal. I'll let you eat my ass for an hour. I think that'll be enough time for you to satisfy your hunger. Four insults, that'll get wifey food privileges as well. And what'll you get as a reward? You'll get to buttfuck my hot ass. My ass is so fucking tight. Imagine how good my tight asshole will feel around your cock. Imagine how my tight ass will draw the cum out of those huge balls of yours."
"Now, insult number five. If you insult your wife a fifth time, you will get alone time with your wife. I'll give you two thirty minutes to talk without me in the way. Private time to recharge, get your bearings together, and get through the rest of our time together. It'll also get you a nice massage. I mean, your muscles must be so sore, being stuck here. I've been told I give amazing massages. I know all the right places to touch. Insult number six, you'll get a lock of my hair. You might be wondering what the point of that is. Well, when this is all over, and if you feel you were wronged in some way, then you can go to the police and you have a nice lock of DNA to prove my guilt. You'll have the power. If you choose to do that, I'll give you a happy ending to your massage. After my massage, you'll be dying to get off. When you insult your wife for the seventh time, I'll let you kiss her. I mean, a sign of affection, a sign of love, that's something that is vitally important to get through troubled times. If you do choose that, you'll get to bear witness to something very special. One of my many talents. You see, I have the ability to squirt. A lot. I could probably fill a glass with it. So here's what I'll do. I'll get myself to squirt into a glass, then I'll let you have a drink. I'll let you drink the whole glass. A whole glass of my pussy juice. Mmmm."
"Then, if you decide to insult your wife again, then I'll pull your wife out of the room, so she doesn't have to see the naughty things we do together. And if I do that, I'll give you a strip tease. Better than any stripper. Better than any other woman. And if you can't stop yourself, if you insult your wife for a ninth time, then I'll confess everything. I'll tell you who I am, what my job is, where I saw you. Everything. But if I do that, we'll do something really fun. I'll coat myself in baby oil, coat you in baby oil, and we can slide and grind against each other for a while. Just imagine your hard, muscular body against my soft, firm, perfect body. And, if you insult her again, like I promised, I'll let you go. I'll give you your freedom. But not before I give Tammy one more hard slap to remember me by. Do you know how wet it made me when I slapped her before?"
"But if you insult her again, for an eleventh time, you'll get something extra special. You'll get two more rewards. Two massive, perky rewards. I'll let you touch my tits. I'll let you squeeze them. Bare hands on big tits. Married hands on slutty tits. Maybe I'll even let you suck them. And, if the feel of my tits makes you insult your wife again, then I'll fuck you again. I'll run the gamut on you. We'll do everything together. I'll give you the most incredible sexual experience of your life. It'll be rough. It'll be nasty. It'll be fun. And if you insult her for a thirteenth time, then quite frankly, I'll consider that a marriage proposal. That will be you declaring your love for me. If you insult your wife that many times, then you honestly never loved her and deserve to be with someone better. Like me. So, I don't think you'll mind when I take the wedding ring off of her finger and put it on mine. Then we'll be bound together forever."
As Jessica finished her insane speech, John truly saw the extent of her evil. He just lied there and considered everything. This woman was a monster, obviously. But John knew he had to work with her. He weighed the options. Yes, he could end it all now, but that would be at the expense of his wife. But, if he didn't, it would get bad in here. If he did insult her, the only things he would want to gain would be bathroom and food privileges, and also maybe the lock of her hair, so he could get this bitch. The private time would be nice, but his goal was to get to the point where he would get that lock of hair. That would only involve one insult against his wife that she would hear. He could handle that. One gentle insult, some constructive criticism. He found himself considering her proposition, simply to better their situation.
"So?" Jessica asked.
"I don't know." John said.
"C'mon, John. Do you think you could let your wife starve and be covered in her own shit simply because you couldn't say a few bad things about her? Honestly, if she knew the truth, she would rather have you insult her than the alternative. Plus, she won't hear a thing. At least for the first few. What's the problem?" Jessica said. John realized she had a point. John exhaled.
"Fine." John said. Jessica beamed. John just laid back and thought. He had to look at his wife with a critical eye. He had to come up with six insults against his wife. He didn't want to get too mean, but he knew Jessica would want him to be vicious. He thought maybe he could try something in the middle. He looked over at Jessica, and she pushed her ear out towards him. He glanced over at his wife, verifying she was still asleep.
"Uh, well, I think I would like it if Tammy maybe dressed a little better." John said quietly. Jessica bounced her head, as if weighing what he said.
"How would you like her to dress?" Jessica asked.
"I don't know, maybe a little more fashionably." John replied.
"So, she dresses kinda plainly?" Jessica replied.
"Uh, yeah." John agreed. Jessica thought for a moment.
"Not good enough." he said, starting to sit up.
"Wait. Wait!" John hissed. Jessica laid back down.
"I'm listening." Jessica said. John swallowed his pride. He knew what she wanted to hear. She wanted to hear venom. Knowing that Tammy would not hear, John decided to bite the bullet.
"Tammy's clothes are ugly. All of them. They don't show any skin. I wish she would dress a little sexier." John whispered. Jessica took this in.
"You like girls in slutty clothes? I bet when you two are walking down the sidewalk, your eyes look past the girls in the plain, full coverage clothes, like your wife's. You turn your head when you see a girl walk by in a halter top and booty shorts. I bet you love it when you see some slut with her thong straps above the waistline of her pants. I bet Tammy acts disgusted, but you, you just want to catch another glimpse of that sexy whale-tail. I bet you just can't help but notice the girls with their tits pouting out of their tops. I bet you just want to shove down your wife, grab that slut, take her to the back seat of your car, and test the shocks if you know what I mean. Right?" Jessica asked.
'That never happened.' John thought, confused as to why she created this scene. John wanted to argue with her, but he knew it was pointless. John gritted his teeth, and just nodded. Jessica smiled.
"Okay, that'll do, John. That's one. And you just earned yourself a nice morning blowjob." Jessica said. With that she started to crawl under the sheets. The next thing John felt was Jessica's warm breath on his dick. He started to harden from this sensation. Jessica took his hardening dick into her mouth. He groaned quietly. Her mouth was so hot and wet. He could immediately feel her hot spit sliding down his dick. John tried to fight the pleasure, but knew she would keep going until his warm semen was in her belly, so he figured he might as well get it over with. He just wanted to give her as little indication as he could that he was enjoying this.
John tried to stay quiet to avoid waking Tammy, but Jessica was deliberately slurping loudly on his dick. Her bobbing head and swirling tongue were driving him to the edge, but she knew just when to stop and let it simmer. She kept up this loud sucking for a while, taking pauses to prevent him from going over the edge. She kept slurping on his dick until she saw that Tammy was stirring.
Tammy started hearing loud slurps and clacks echoing through the room, which stirred her from her troubled sleep. She cleared her eyes and was confronted by the same sight she confronted then she had last been awake. The sight of a slut bobbing under a blanket on her husband's dick.
John was getting close to cumming again. His rock hard dick was buried in this slut's throat, and coated in her spit. Her hands were massaging his balls gently, in just the right way. Jessica pulled back until only the fat tip of his dick was in her mouth. Then, Jessica's tongue went crazy on the underside of his dick.
"Oh, Fuck!" John yelled, out, unable to contain the pleasure Jessica was giving him. He glanced over at Tammy, her eyes now wide open.
"I'm sorry, Tam." he called out to her, before returning his focus to the slut in bed with him.
"Fuck!" John yelled out, feeling the cum burst out of his shaft into her warm, welcoming mouth. Her hands started pumping his dick, aiding in his amazing orgasm. He could feel her swallow all of his cum to make space for the next burst. Once Jessica released him from her grasp, John was able to relax, the pressure in his balls now gone. She crawled back up to him.
"You taste so fucking good, John." she whispered. She jumped out of the bed and walked out of the room. John was still in a daze, recovering from the blowjob. Tammy was silent. Jessica returned quickly, with a rag in her hand.
"Sorry, John. It's got to be this way." Jessica said, before taking the rag and pushing it over his mouth and nose. John started fighting back, struggling to breathe.
"Hey! Stop! He can't breathe! Stop!" Tammy yelled out.
"It's okay, Tammy. Just giving him enough to shake him up." Jessica said, struggling to hold the rag against him. After about twenty seconds, John relaxed a little bit and Jessica removed the rag. Tammy looked at John, making sure he was okay. His eyes were open halfway, and his head was moving slightly. It looked like he was dizzy, or stoned. Jessica let him rest for a minute, making sure her plan worked. She set down the rag, and went to work, untying his legs.
"What are you doing?" Tammy asked.
"Well, with all the orgasms he gave me, I think he earned bathroom privileges." Jessica replied.
"What about me? I need to go too." Tammy asked.
"Tough shit. You haven't done anything to earn that right yet." Jessica said. Tammy rolled her eyes.
"What was that you gave him?" Tammy asked.
"Well, it was something to make sure he doesn't fight me too much while he's untied." Jessica replied, finishing untying his feet. She held out a set of keys that she had been holding in her palm. She uncuffed one wrist, then the other. Tammy hoped to see him leap up and fight against his captor, but he didn't. He was clearly zonked out on whatever she gave him. Jessica pulled his arm, and barely knowing where he was, he allowed himself to be pulled up. She put his arm around her shoulders, and she led him towards the bathroom.
A few minutes later, they returned. Tammy was disappointed to see her husband still in a daze. He put up no fight when Jessica put him back onto the bed. She swiftly cuffed him to the bed and tied down his legs. Tammy's husband had failed to escape her grasp. Jessica turned and left the room.
"John?" Tammy called out, but he was unresponsive. Tammy sat in silence as she heard Jessica talking. She must be on the phone again. Almost a half hour passed before John started to stir.
"John." Tammy called out softly.
"What happened?" John asked.
"She drugged you or something. She took you to the bathroom." Tammy replied. John exhaled.
"I'm sorry, Tammy, for all of this." John apologized again.
"It's not your fault, John. Just do what it takes for us to get through this. To get her out of our lives." Tammy said. John took in what she said, and just nodded.
"Nice to see your back with us, John!" Jessica said brightly, strutting back into the room, still nude. She hopped back onto the bed and curled up beside him.
"So, sweetie..." she started, whispering in his ear. "Do you have anything else to say?"
John had to just lie there and think. He had to get bathroom privileges for Tammy. And they both had to eat. The thirty minutes of alone time would be okay, but not necessary. But John wanted the lock of her hair. He wanted to have something on her so he would be able to take her down. To get her arrested, and bring her to justice. So John thought to himself. He needed to get to six insults. And only one had to be heard by Jessica. One was down, so he had five left. So John had to think of five more slurs against his wife. John hated to think this way, but Tammy herself said that he should do whatever it takes to get through this. And once this was all done, Tammy would understand.
John thought to himself, 'What do I say against my wife?' She wasn't perfect, but he loved her with all of his heart. Were there things he wished were different with her? Sure, but they were petty things, and John knew Jessica would not accept petty insults. He needed mean stuff. Then, John had a flash. Jessica had already insulted Tammy. John thought back to what she said earlier about his wife. The insults she said about Tammy. Maybe John could just echo her statements. He turned to face her.
"I wish Tammy was more tan." John whispered.
"Do you like tan girls?" Jessica whispered with a smile.
"In my past, I generally liked girls that were tan." John replied civilly.
"You like smooth, tan skin like mine?" Jessica asked, running a hand across her chest. John had noticed that Jessica had no tan lines. The image flashed into his head of her hot body, nude on a beach, baking in the sun. He could see in his mind's eye her massive tits pointing skyward, aching for more sunlight. John shook his head, clearing these thoughts.
"Yes." John replied simply.
"Then why would you marry a girl with such ugly skin?" Jessica asked.
"Because I love her. Because my love goes beyond the fact that she has pasty skin." John replied. Jessica smiled.
"Yeah, but to me, the skin is a sign of how much care a girl puts into pleasing her man. With a girl like me, with smooth, tan, sexy skin, it's clear that I put a lot of working into making myself look attractive. But her? She has dry, pasty skin. She clearly never tans." Jessica said.
"She burns easily." John replied, defending his wife.
"Hmm, I bet. She probably wears a one piece on the beach, to cover her oh so sensitive skin. I bet you hate her one-pieces. I bet you wish she would slut it up and wear a string bikini and a thong to the beach. Not that it would help. It would just show off her terrible body. Expose all of that pale skin. She's so pale it would probably blind you. She's not trying to please anyone visually. It's practical, not sexy. Her own behavior shows that she knows that she has little to offer, so she doesn't even try. You know what the fact that she burns easily tells me? It tells me she was not built to attract. She was not meant to be attractive to a man. She couldn't pull off a teeny bikini if she tried. Her body was not built for it. Only sluts like me can pull them off."
"I bet you love going to the beach, don't you? I bet you love staring at those tanned beach sluts in their tiny bikinis. And when they make eyes at you, and see what your wife has to offer, I bet they all know what you're thinking. I bet they see what you're thinking in your dirty little mind. They know that you are dying to sneak away from the hag. Maybe sneak away after she takes a nap. After she had asked you to wake her up if she falls asleep so she doesn't burn. Those sluts know that you are dying to sneak down the beach, take a tanned beach slut in each arm, find a nice shady spot, and fuck their brains out. Your wife would be getting roasted in the sun when you're spraying your load inside some slut you barely know. Your wife would be woken up by some slut screaming in orgasm around her husband's dick. That's what you would be thinking, right?" Jessica said.
John saw what she was doing now. He saw that she was inventing these little scenes to titillate him. To make him think that something like this could have happened. It hadn't, but she wanted him to think it could've. But then, the scene she painted out flashed into his head, and despite his better judgment, it did sound a little sexy. John couldn't help but react to the picture she painted. His dick started to harden yet again. She looked at him, awaiting an answer.
"Yes." John said. Jessica laughed and reached down to slowly stroke his dick.
"Very good, John. Two down." Jessica said.
For Tammy, listening to these long, whispered conversations was driving her nuts. The idea that they were talking about something they didn't want her to hear was making her crazy.
"Would you guy's stop fucking whispering!" Tammy yelled out. Jessica looked over at her with a smug smile.
"Do you think you could handle listening in on what we're saying, Tammy? What do you think, John? Should we stop whispering?" Jessica asked. John thought quickly.
"No. We should keep whispering." he replied, looking at Tammy, willing her not to push it. Tammy looked at her husband in the eyes. She got the impression he was trying to protect her, protect her from the horrible things Jessica was no doubt saying. Tammy fell silent.
Jessica crawled down the bed till her chest was above his now hard dick. She grabbed a breast in each hand and lowered herself so her breasts were pushed against his torso, on either side of his hard dick. She looked up into John's eyes, and then pushed her breasts together around his hard cock.
"Oh, shit." John yelled out, feeling that perfect softness all over his dick.
"Tammy, I'll make you a deal." Jessica started, moving her chest so John's dick was plunging up and down between her tits. "If you describe how fucking hot the sight of me fucking your husband is, I'll give you bathroom privileges."
Tammy thought this over. As much as she hated to do it, she knew she had to get bathroom privileges. She knew she would have to bite the bullet and comply with Jessica.
"Watching you two is hot, okay?" Tammy said quickly.
"Not good enough Tammy." Jessica said in a sing-song voice as she happily bounced her massive breasts around her husband's dick. "Make me feel how hot you think we are. Make me believe it."
Tammy rolled her eyes. This woman was evil, but she had to get through this ordeal. She had to work with her to make things easier.
"Watching you two is so fucking hot. You guys, ugghh. You guys look so good together." Tammy said, feeding into Jessica's ego.
"There you go." Jessica said, like a proud mother. "I knew you liked watching us. Is that what you're into? Do you like watching your husband fuck other women? Is that what makes you hot? Is that you're sick little fetish? You like seeing your husband fuck other women better than he ever fucks you?"
Tammy gritted her teeth, and said, "Yes, I love it."
"I knew it. I knew you were one of those girls. Knows they're not good enough for their men, so they let them fuck around. Is that it? Is that what you're into? I bet whenever you drive through the bad part of town, and you see some slutty hooker on a street corner, you want to pay her, take her home, and let your hubby plow her for a few hours. Let him get some real sex for once. Right?" Jessica said.
"Yes." Tammy replied simply.
"You hear that, John?" Jessica said with a laugh. "She wants you to fuck around on her. Isn't that great news?"
John was in a different world. He had never felt anything like what he was feeling now. The feeling of those soft, massive breasts surrounding his dick. The sensation of his dick plowing up through her cleavage till it appeared just under her chin. He had never experienced anything close to this. As much as he hated to think it, he knew Tammy would never be capable of giving him this pleasure. Jessica was pushing her breasts around his dick, making sure that he got the full effect of her huge tits against him.
This was the first time he had had extended contact with her breasts, besides her pressing her breasts against his chest post-sex. This was the first time he had ever tit-fucked a woman. He had never been with a woman with such large breasts, such huge tits, such massive jugs. And just seeing them pouring through her hands as her tits pressed snugly around his cock set him off.
"Fuck!" John yelled out. Geysers of cum started bursting out of his cock into the air before landing on her breasts. He could not believe how hard he was cumming. It just didn't stop. Cum just kept bursting out of his dick in large streams all over her chest. After what seemed like forever, the flow finally stopped.
"Wow!" Jessica said, the tops of her breasts covered in cum. As she sat up, some of his cum dripped down onto him. She started to play with his cum with her fingertips, rubbing his cum around her nipples. John was exhausted from cumming so hard. He just lied there exhausted as she stood up. Jessica quickly walked out of the room. She returned within a minute, rag in hand. She walked towards Tammy.
"No, No. Please don't." Tammy begged, knowing what was about to happen. Jessica pressed the rag against her mouth and nose. Tammy couldn't help but breath in the medicine-like scent coming from the rag. Within a minute, she was feeling woozy. She soon had no concept of where she was. She didn't feel the hands untie her, or the hands guiding her.
John watched Jessica take Tammy into the bathroom, and then return a few minutes later. John was disappointed as he watched Jessica efficiently retie Tammy to the chair. He was angry to see how well thought out Jessica's plan was. She had every little thing planned out. John realized that Jessica was probably really smart. Crazy, but smart. Jessica stood up and sauntered back towards the bed. John looked over at Tammy and saw she was in a daze from what Jessica had dosed her with. John's eyes were drawn to Jessica as she stood before him. A lot of the semen on her breasts was now gone, but some had dripped down the front of her breasts. Her fingers scooped up most of the remaining cum.
"Thanks for breakfast. It was delicious." Jessica said, putting her fingers into her mouth, sucking the cum off of them. "Now, I'm guessing you want breakfast too?" she added, joining him on the bed. John said nothing
"I bet you're pretty hungry." she said, running her fingers through his hair.
"Starving." John relented.
"Well, you know what you have to do. So, I'm gonna assume you're aiming for both of you to eat. So the way I figure it, you might as well get them both out of the way, boom, boom. Then, I'll feed you guys something nice. You might as well say them out loud. She's out of it. The only thing she might remember would be your voice in her subconscious, bashing her. But she won't say anything about that."
John thought it over. He knew he had to get these insults out of the way. He tried to remember what she had said earlier again. He felt like he had gotten the best of Jessica in a way. He didn't really feel like he had said anything that bad. He had just led into things, and Jessica had taken the ball and ran with it. He had provided a topic, and she had filled in the blanks with her own scenarios. John felt like he could do this again.
"Her legs aren't particularly sexy." John said civilly.
"Like how?" Jessica asked. John was disappointed that he was forced to go into detail.
"Ugh, well, their kinda short, and stubby, I guess." he said, echoing her earlier statements.
"And?" she asked cutely. John had to search his mind for an actual complaint about her legs. He had never been a leg man, so he had never really factored in her legs in his thoughts of her attractiveness. He had to think like a leg man. If he were a leg man, what would he look for? Leg men like long legs. Legs that were firm with muscle. Strong, but feminine. Legs that would look amazing in a skirt and high heels. Legs that would look amazing covered in oil. Legs that would feel amazing wrapped around you.
"Her legs are kinda flabby. I don't think she ever works them out. And their dry too. They're not the type of legs you run your hands down. And, uh..." he started before stopping himself.
"And what?" she asked, eager for him to continue.
"She has cankles. She's really self-conscious about them, so she never wears flip flops or sandals." John said, betraying a secret that Tammy was really embarrassed about.
"Ew. That's nasty." Jessica said, supporting him. "So I'm guessing you've been to some work parties with her, right? Where she had to wear a skirt to show off her nasty legs? I bet you didn't look at her legs once, because you already knew she had nothing to offer there. No one would blame you. No one there was probably impressed with those stubs. Now, there was probably one nasty slut at this party. There always is at one of those work parties. The one slut that wears the indecently short skirt, you know, one of those that just reach below her ass. And she wears high heels to really show off her sexy legs. I bet you couldn't take your eyes off of her. Off of those long, smooth legs. Your wife was disgusted by that slut she works with, but you were not. You kept making eyes at her, at those legs of hers. Other people noticed, but you didn't care. You just could not take your eyes off of her. And I'm sure she was returning the favor, checking out how hard you got for her. You tried desperately to sneak away, sneak into the supply closet, bend that bitch over and fuck her brains out? Didn't you? Didn't you!?" she demanded.
John had noticed that a few of the girls Tammy worked with were kinda skanky. He had noticed a few of them when he went to one of Tammy's work parties. That much was true. And he had noticed those skanky girls looking at him. Was that what they were thinking about? Were they thinking about fucking him?
"Yes." John said. Jessica kissed his cheek.
"Very good, John. You're doing so well. I'll definitely feed you. Now, are you sure you want her to eat? She's done nothing to deserve it, not like you. You know you need to keep your energy up to please me. Why not just stop now? She needs to lose a few pounds anyway. You'll be fed. That's all you really need. Screw her, John." Jessica suggested.
"Fuck you." John responded. Jessica just smirked.
"Fair enough. What do you got for me know? C'mon, let's bash her some more so she can get fed." Jessica said, rushing him, annoyed.
John had to think again of another insult for his lovely wife. He remembered what Jessica had said about his wife's ass. This made him remember what his reward was for these insults. Not the food, but the other thing. Her ass. If he bashed Tammy again, his dick would soon be buried in Jessica's ass. He had already earned the right to lick her ass again. He had to admit, the thought of her ass did turn him on. And the thought of her tight asshole stretched around his hard dick did sound appealing. The thought of Jessica's ass forced him to compare it to Tammy's, and it became clear there was no comparison at all.
"Her ass. Her ass is pretty disappointing." John said.
"In what way?" Jessica asked.
"It's, uh, well, there's not much there. It's pretty bony." John said.
"What else?" Jessica asked.
"It's pretty flat too. There's not much to grab onto. Also, even though it's small and flat, it's, uh, kinda flabby. It's not very firm." he said, hoping that would be enough.
"So, you like round asses? Nice, round firm asses? Big, but not too big? Something that you can grab onto? Something you can spank? Something that can handle the rough fucking you want to put it through?" Jessica asked.
"Yes." John replied. He awaited the naughty, ass-related situation she was about to present.
"I bet your wife has probably pissed off other women before, right? She seems like the type to say stupid things. Being the prude she is, I'm sure that when you guys went out to the bar, she made some nasty comments about some of the sluts there. I bet she got drunk and made some stupid comment that was no doubt overheard by some slut. She probably hadn't noticed your eyes following this sluts bouncing ass all night in those tight, painted on jeans. Tammy saw some nasty slut with a perfect ass, and she got jealous. So she made fun of this slut to hide her insecurity. But sluts don't just sit back and take it. The slut came back at her, and you were forced to get in the middle. You maybe copped a few quick feels of this slut's perfect ass, and I'm sure the slut noticed. You had to pull your wife away, out of the bar, and dump her drunk ass in the car. You were forced to drive away, but that's not what you really wanted to do. You wanted to march right back into the bar, straight into the bathroom, where you knew that bitch would be waiting. You wanted to pull down those tight jeans of hers and just bury your dick in her tight asshole. Right?" Jessica finished.
John thought about what she had just said. Just the thought of some dark, rough anal sex with some sexy bar skank in a dirty bathroom did sound sexually stimulating in a perverse way. It had obviously never happened, but John kinda wondered what would've happened if he was put in that situation.
"Yeah." John said, hardening as she told her story. He was just playing along, not enjoying it, of course.
"You're getting good John. That's insult number four. You prepared for some booty?" Jessica asked, leaning up. She knee-walked and assumed the position over John, straddling his head, facing his feet. John really took in her ass as it hovered above him. It looked spectacular. It was so perfectly round and firm. John wasn't sure what he would have done if his hands were free. Would he have shoved her down and tried to fight back against her? Or would he have reached up and grabbed two handfuls of those perky ass cheeks? Luckily he didn't have to face that choice.
Jessica reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart. There it was. Jessica's asshole was exposed to him again. John couldn't keep his eyes off of it. Why did he find the sight of her asshole so alluring? Why was his mouth salivating at the sight of it? It didn't taste that good, did it? He found himself forgetting the taste. The only solution in his mind was to give her asshole another quick lick to refresh his memory. His tongue reached out and gave Jessica's asshole a firm lick.
About a half hour later, Tammy started to come down from whatever Jessica gave to her. As she started to come around, she started to hear a wet, sucking sound echo through the room. She looked towards the bed and saw John sucking Jessica's ass. He was really getting in there. His head had reached off of the bed, eager to plant itself between her ass cheeks. His cheeks were hollowing. He must be sucking her ass so hard. She looked to his eyes, hoping to see some fight. His eyes were closed. He clearly wanted to focus all of his attention on sucking this bitch's asshole. For the next half hour, Tammy just watched as her husband maintained this vigorous rimming. He had made Jessica cum twice, simply by sucking her asshole. At the end of this half hour, she finally lifted herself off of her husband's face. Tammy was shocked to see her husband's extended tongue appear from within Jessica's asshole as she rose. His tongue had been buried as far as it could in this whore's ass! When his tongue had escaped the clutches of Jessica's tight asshole, and as her asshole clenched shut, Tammy noticed her husband's tongue extend forward and give Jessica's asshole a little flick.
Did he like it? Did he like licking this bitch's asshole? She had pulled away, but his tongue went back for more. No of course not. She must be imagining things.
As Jessica turned around, she had bent over with her ass facing Tammy. Tammy couldn't help but notice her asshole was covered with her husband's spit. There was spit all over her ass crack. Her husband had gone crazy back there.
Jessica bent to take John's dick into her mouth again. This wasn't for pleasure. This was for lubrication. It would need it to get to where it was going. She gave John a nice wet blowjob for a few minutes before his dick was soaked. She then straddled his dick, facing his feet, giving John a perfect view of her ass. She wanted to make sure he would get a good view of it as it worked.
She reached behind her and grabbed his rock hard dick. She slapped it against her wet asshole a few times. She smiled as John looked at her. Then she started to sit on his dick. John groaned out loud as he felt the tip of his dick press hard against her asshole. Jessica screamed out loud as his dick started to break the tight seal. As her asshole started to stretch around the tip of his dick, John couldn't help but yell out loud.
"Oh, fuck!" he screamed out in shock, not expecting her asshole to feel so good. He knew it was tight from having his tongue buried inside it. But he didn't realize it was this tight. His dick head finally popped completely into her asshole, causing him to scream out loud again. He almost came it felt so good, but he held himself off. He knew Jessica could sense this, so she kneeled in place with just the head of John's dick in her asshole, letting him get used to the incredible pleasure he was feeling. Once the cum simmered in his balls, she started to lower herself. John watched in shock as his dick started to disappear up her ass. Her ass was unbelievably tight. Just that tightness surrounding his dick on all sides was driving him nuts. After a few minutes of work, her ass settled in his lap, his dick now buried to the balls in her ass. Then, she started to bounce.
"Holy Shit!" John called out, his dick numb with pleasure. His eyes were transfixed by her bouncing ass. Her firm cheeks bouncing looked so fucking good. Just watching her ass bump and grind and flex. It truly was hypnotizing. John could do nothing but take it. Just lay back and take in the full force of Jessica's ass.
John couldn't help but marvel at her stamina. Her ass was a blur in front of him at it bounced in his lap at an incredible speed. She did not stop. She kept going and going, and it kept pushing him closer to the edge. As if she knew exactly what he was feeling, as he turned the corner towards his orgasm, she brought her ass down into his lap and stayed there, his entire dick buried in her ass. John saw her ass cheeks flex as she clenched her ass around his dick, sending him over the edge.
"Oh, Fuck Yes!" Jessica screamed out, cumming from the violent ass fucking.
"Holy Shit!" John yelled out, her ass providing a pleasure he had never experienced. His hips leapt off of the bed as cum started spewing out of his dick into her warm, welcoming ass. Her clenching ass just drew the cum out of his balls in just the right way. His dick just kept spewing and spewing. How did she keep doing this to him? How did she keep making him cum in unbelievable amounts? After shooting what felt like a gallon of cum deep into Jessica's ass, he fell back to the bed, completely drained. She lifted her ass up until his softening dick plopped out of her ass onto his torso. John watched her asshole tighten to its previous form, quickly looking good as new.
John was completely drained. His dick was sore and his balls were empty. He had cum three times in the last two hours. He simply had no energy left, especially on an empty stomach. His eyes lidded over and he started to doze. Jessica bounced out of the room.
Tammy didn't want to wake John up, but she didn't want to be alone. She was trapped with her own thoughts. She had started to realize that despite all that John had said, part of him was enjoying the rough sex Jessica was providing. Part of him liked licking this woman's asshole. Part of him liked fucking her up the ass. Part of him liked having this bitch inhale his hard cock. Part of him enjoyed having this bitch ride his hard dick with her tight pussy. A deep, dark part of him was enjoying this. A part of him that Tammy had never encountered. A part of him that he had never brought out into the view of others. He was too sweet and good hearted to ever say anything about it. All people had deep dark fantasies. The measure of a good person was their ability to suppress their dark urges. And she knew that her husband John was a good man. All this proved was that he had some dark urges.
And she knew that whore Jessica was a bad person. A bad girl. Good girls don't go around tying up happy couples in their own home. Good girls don't make a man forcefully fuck her. Only bad girls do that. Bad girls ride hard dicks like absolute sluts. Bad girls sit on men's faces, forcing them to eat their pussies. Bad girls make men eat their assholes. Bad girls make men forcefully rim them. Bad girls let men fuck them in the ass. Only bad girls do that. Only sluts do that. Good girls experience lovemaking, a truly life changing experience that sluts never have. Good men aren't interested in what sluts have to offer. They're above that. All sluts care about is physical pleasure. All they care about is sex. They never experience that deep, emotional bond that two people in love experience. For a second, Tammy pitied Jessica, for living such a pathetic, shallow existence. That bitch would never have what she and John had.
Tammy just sat in silence. She heard some movement from below her. Jessica was busy doing something. Then, she smelled something. Something good. Food! Jessica was cooking something. Tammy's stomach started to rumble. She was starving. She looked forward to Jessica's return, simply for food. Tammy heard John's stomach growl, and when she looked over, he was awake. They heard some footsteps approaching. They anticipated Jessica's return.
Jessica walked back in with a mug in hand. Both John and Tammy were puzzled. Jessica walked over to Tammy. She put the mug at her lips. Jessica tipped the mug severely, forcing its contents into her mouth quickly. Tammy tried to swallow whatever it was, but Jessica was pouring it in too quickly, and some of the contents were forced out of her mouth into her lap. She coughed and choked on what she had to drink. As Jessica emptied the mug, Tammy choked and spat out, trying to breathe. Tammy's eyes teared up as she coughed. She tried to taste what she had just swallowed. It tasted like cold cereal. It was cereal, but there were no chunks.
"I mashed it up so it would be easy to swallow. Hope you enjoyed it. That's all you're gonna get." Jessica explained, before quickly leaving the room. Jessica had mashed up cereal and put it in a mug of milk. That's all Tammy was getting for food. She wasn't even able to swallow half of it. Plus, she didn't know what cereal it was, because she didn't recognize the taste.
Jessica quickly reentered the room, carrying a full plate of bacon and eggs, with a glass of orange juice. She went over to the bed, and joined John.
"Do you like bacon and eggs, John?" Jessica asked.
"Yeah, actually. It's my favorite." John said quietly.
"Really?!" she said brightly. "Well, here you go." she said, starting to feed him. For the next twenty minutes, Tammy was forced to watch, still hungry, as this bitch slowly and lovingly fed her husband his favorite meal. She sweetly held out the glass of juice for John to sip on. It was driving Tammy nuts, watching this seemingly private display of two lovers. Tammy especially hated seeing Jessica whisper in his ear again. She started doing this right after John finished eating.
"I can still feel all of that cum inside me. You shot so much!" she whispered. "Wanna know a secret?" she asked cutely. John said nothing, but she was clearly waiting for an answer.
"Ok. What's the secret?" John relented.
"You shot so much that it was leaking out of me. Out of my ass. So I took some of it and put it in her cereal." Jessica said, sharing this naughty secret. John eyes opened wide, shocked at this act.
"Just think, your wife drank your cum from my ass. That's so fucking hot." She said, reinforcing the naughtiness of this act. She leaned down and kissed his cheek again. What she did was so fucked up, so wrong. But why did it kinda turn him on? Why did the idea that this bitch had taken the cum that he had shot into her asshole and put it in his wife's meal, forcing her to drink it? His wife had been so embarrassed and humiliated by this woman. So defeated, again and again. So conquered. So owned.
Jessica slipped off the bed, gathered the dirty dishes, and left the room.
"What does she keep whispering? What don't you guys want me to hear?" Tammy asked.
"It's nothing." John said, dodging the subject.
"John, tell me!" Tammy begged.
"She, uh, she's talking trash. About you. Trust me, you don't want to hear it." John insisted, willing her to drop the subject. Tammy wanted to hear more, but she stopped herself.
"I love you, Tammy." John said with feeling.
"I love you too." she replied. Jessica walked into the room, so they both quieted down. She jumped back onto the bed.
"You two talking?" Jessica whispered. John said nothing.
"You know, if you want to have a long, private chat, all you have to do is give me another insult. Just one teeny, tiny insult and you get some private time with the wife. Make it a good one. This is the last one that you don't have to tell wifey, so you'd better make it a really vicious one" Jessica teased.
John had to think to himself. He only had two more insults left to get to his intended goal before waiting her out for the rest of the weekend. The only other insult he could remember that Jessica had said was about Tammy's hair. Tammy had always been really sensitive about her hair, so it would be best to get that out of the way.
"Her hair isn't the best." John whispered in her ear.
"In what way?" Jessica asked.
"It's kinda stringy. And short. I always liked girls with longer hair." John said.
"Really? What else?" Jessica asked, searching for more insults.
"Um, well, she has to dye her hair. She already has a bunch of gray hairs." John added, revealing one of Tammy's biggest secrets.
"Ha! I knew it. I can spy a bad dye job a mile away." Jessica said smugly.
"So, you like long, full, shiny hair. Right? Long hair that you can grab onto? Shiny brunette hair, better than that ratty black dye job? You've always liked girls with long, full hair, with just the right amount of curl. A girl can just twirl her sexy hair, and you would definitely notice. Right? I bet you've gone to the salon with your wife, right? I bet she dragged you there one day. I bet you were surprised that her hairstylist was the trashy older woman with the terrible hair. She had ugly hair, and ugly clothes. But that's who your wife thought knew about style. You were shocked that your wife went to her, and not the other hairstylist. You know the one I'm talking about? The one with the long, perfect, sexy hair. The one with the big tits bursting out of her tight top. The one that exposed a mile of juicy cleavage. The one you noticed the minute you walked in. The one that clearly understood what style is all about. The one that knew what it took to really be sexy. You remember that? You remember when she kept glancing at you, trying to signal you to sneak to the back? When your wife was getting her graying hair dyed, you wanted to follow that slut's bouncing ass to the back, bend her over, grab onto that sexy hair, and just fuck the shit out of her. Just ride her till she screamed. Right?" Jessica asked.
"Yes." John moaned out quietly. These scenes she kept creating were so wrong, so dirty, so fucked up. But so hot. He couldn't help but admit these scenes were hot. They were like porno scenes. Porno scenes starring him and his wife, but where his wife was one of the background extras and he and some slut were the stars. Porno scenes that he could have had if her were that type of guy. He didn't notice his own hips hump slightly into the air.
"You are getting so good at this, John." Jessica whispered, kissing him on the cheek yet again. "Five down, five to go." She hopped off the bed.
"Okay, guys, I'm gonna take a shower. So, feel free to talk. Chat it up. I'll be back in like a half hour. Okay?" Jessica asked. She turned back and bent over to put her mouth next to John's ear.
"Remember. Don't say anything about our arrangement. Believe me, I will know." Jessica warned, before straightening up and leaving the room. She went into the bathroom and left the door open a crack.
There was an awkward silence between husband and wife now that the slut that had got between them had now left the room. It wasn't until the shower started that words were spoken.
"How is she?" Tammy asked.
"What?" John asked.
"How is she?" Tammy reiterated. John paused. "Is she better than me?" Tammy added.
"It's, um, it's different." John said.
"Do you like it?" Tammy asked.
"It's, uh, it's not the worst thing. Listen, Tam, it's different for a man. It's hard for me to not respond." John argued.
"Is this the type of stuff you like? Do you like rough sex?" Tammy asked.
"No, Tammy, it's not like that. I don't want this." John replied.
"How's her ass taste? Huh? I saw how you went back for more!" Tammy said.
"Is this how this is gonna be, Tammy!? We get thirty minutes alone, and you're gonna come after me about stuff I didn't even want to do!" John yelled out. Tammy paused.
"Uh, I'm sorry John. It's just... it's really hard to watch you two doing what you've been doing. I can't stand that I'm trapped here and can't do anything to help you, John. I hate this bitch for doing this to us. I hate her for doing what she's done to you." Tammy said, near tears.
"Me too, Tammy. Me too. I hate her. I hate what she says. I hate what she does to you. To us. I hate it! Tammy, I'm just doing what you said. I'm trying to do what it takes to get us through this. Whatever it takes." John replied.
"I know, John. Do you have any plan to get through this?" she asked.
"Just, uh, wait her out. She says she'll leave at the end of tomorrow, and I'm hoping she lives up to her word." John replied. There was a silence.
"And by the way." John started. "She's not better than you. She's different, not better." he said, reassuring her. Tammy smiled. They both suddenly heard a sensual humming from the bathroom. Jessica was humming some song to herself while she showered. John rolled his eyes, and Tammy laughed.
They chatted for the next few minutes, just making themselves feel better. Suddenly, the shower stopped, and they both heard motion from the bathroom. They prepped themselves for Jessica's return.
Jessica sashayed out of the bathroom, still nude, her body glowing from the hot shower. She was carrying a bottle of some sort.
"Alright, baby, time for that massage I promised you." Jessica said, standing next to the bed. John realized she was carrying a bottle of massage oil. She opened it, turned the bottle over, and poured a lot of oil onto his chest. As she poured the oil, her freshly washed hair fell onto his face. Her clean hair smelled really good. John couldn't help but smell her hair, taking in that sexy smell. John was surprised at how warm the oil was as it pooled on his chest. Jessica set down the bottle, and kneeled onto the bed. She ran her hands through the oil on his chest, soaking her hands. She reached over to his left hand and seized it in both of hers. Then the message began.
She started with his fingers, firmly massaging each of them, one at a time. She took her time, firmly rubbing each of his fingers. She moved down to his palm, rubbing it hard with her thumbs, really digging in there. It was almost too hard, but it did kinda feel good. Time seemed to fade away as he let himself enjoy this massage. She started moving down his arm, rubbing firmly, massaging his aching arms, sore from being bound to this bed in such an uncomfortable position.
"Such big muscles. Such a big, strong man." Jessica said quietly, really digging into his muscles. His left arm felt like mush once she was done with it. She moved over him to his right arm. She repeated the process on his right arm, taking her time, really doing a good job.
John had lost track of time as she moved down to his feet. She started on his left foot, firmly rubbing it, digging into it hard. But it felt great. He loved getting his feet rubbed, and this bitch was doing it so freaking well. She rubbed his toes one at a time, then the underside of his foot, his heel. He couldn't help but groan quietly. She moved up his leg, continuing the firm massage. She got close to his now hardening dick. She would get within an inch of John's dick, but she never touched it. She repeated the process on his right leg, massaging up the leg all the up to the cock, but again not touching it. She knee-walked up towards his head, quickly refreshing her hands with the massage oil. She moved up to his head, and started to rub his face and scalp with her fingers. John was surprised at how good this face and head massage felt. She eventually moved down to his neck, digging into it. John couldn't contain the loud groans that escaped his mouth. The neck massage felt so good.
What added to the pleasure was the big, fat, bare breast jiggling above him. His eyes followed her hard nipple as it bounced above him. His mouth salivated at the thought of having that tit in his mouth. Despite his loyalty to his wife, he kinda hoped that Jessica would force him to play with her breasts at some point this weekend. Force him to suck on those juicy nipples. Force those huge breasts around his face, suffocating him in softness. Maybe let him get a quick squeeze with his hands. Might as well get something nice out of this awful situation.
She moved down to his shoulders and firmly massaged them. John was being lulled into a daze as she both worked out the stress in his shoulders and jiggled her firm breasts above him, nearly hypnotizing him.
Jessica's hands moved down to his muscular chest and torso. Her hands rubbed his firm pecs, before moving down towards his abs.
"God, you're in such good shape. I love your body." Jessica commented, her fingers tracing his firm abs.
She started to rub downward, towards his now hard cock. She would get as close as possible without touching it. She seemed to spend what felt like hours tracing just around his cock with her fingers, never touching it. Rubbing every possible area around his dick except the dick itself. The front of his body had been covered in the massage oil, except for one big part. His dick was rock hard and bone dry.
She just kept rubbing her hands towards his dick, as if trying to force something under his skin towards his hard cock.
"Most people don't know this," Jessica started, "but stress manifests itself as cum in the human body. When you get really stressed out, more cum gets created in the body. When you massage a man really well, it releases all of that stress from the affected area. Then, all you've got to do is force all that delicious stress to one concentrated area. A long, fat, hard area. You take all that stress from all over the body and force it all towards one spot. You fill up that area with all of that tasty stress until it's full, bursting for release. The only way to truly relax is to find a way to release all of that creamy stress. Do you know what I mean, John?" Jessica said, smiling, looking down at him. Jessica of course knew this entire spiel was bullshit, but it sounded good.
"Yes." John replied. He knew what she was saying was bullshit, but it did kinda feel that way. Every time she rubbed his body towards his dick, it felt like more cum was being forced into his balls. It did truly feel like she was forcing all of that stress to one area.
Jessica maintained her rubbing, till John remembered that the cost of a happy ending to this massage was another insult. This would be the final insult he planned to give. He just wanted that lock of hair so he could bring her down. And, unfortunately, he had to say it out loud. He didn't want to be too vicious, so he had to think of something that wouldn't hurt her feelings too much.
"Do you want that happy ending, John? Do you want me to take care of all that stress?" Jessica asked. She looked at him, knowing what he had to do to get that happy ending. John couldn't fight the pressure in his balls.
"I, uh..." he started, hearing his own voice about to loudly vocalize an insult against his wife. "I wish Tammy had a better job."
Tammy was confused upon hearing this. Why would he all of a sudden just say that?
"What does she do?" Jessica asked, still firmly rubbing his thighs.
"She's, uh... she's a bank teller." John replied, struggling with the pleasure she was giving him.
"And what do you do?" Jessica asked.
"I'm a teacher. I teach high school English." John said.
"Teachers are important. Shaping the youth of the world. That's vitally important. It was probably what you dreamed of doing." Jessica said.
"Yeah." John said.
"I'm sure there aren't a lot of girls that dream of growing up and becoming a bank teller." Jessica said mockingly.
"Fuck you!" Tammy called out. Jessica just smiled.
"She was probably terribly unqualified for a job of any importance, right? She's clearly an idiot, so a job as a bank teller was probably the only thing she could get. Right?" Jessica said. "Bank tellers don't exactly rake it in. Is that you're issue? You wish she made more money?"
"Yes." John said.
"I know teachers don't make a ton of money either, but they make a good amount. Plus, it's so emotionally fulfilling to be able to impart all of that knowledge to future generations. Right? If she's not gonna bother getting an important job, she could at least try to get a job that makes money." Jessica said.
"Fuck you! I make money!" Tammy said.
"But not the kind of money John wants. John wants to live the good life. I can tell. But here you are dragging him down, forcing him to live in squalor when he's deserving of so much better. It must really sting to be held back like this, right John?" Jessica said.
"Yes." John said, just trying to move this along as fast as possible.
"It must have bothered you to marry down. I bet you've heard all the whispers. All of your friends wondering how an ugly bitch like her locked down a stud like you. It's sad to see this. I'm sad for you, John, simply because you don't know any better. You don't know that you are capable of so much more. You are deserving of so much more." Jessica said, sympathizing with John. John remained silent.
"I bet you've visited her at work before. Right, John? It must be funny, thinking about it. She realized she is of a lower class than most of us, so she went to a job where she serves people their money. She is forced to help richer people handle their money. She is forced to sit on her ass and give rich, successful people their money. I bet there's not a moment that goes by that she's not jealous of those rich, successful women that come through her line. She understands her inferiority, so she put herself in a position where she serves those that are better than her."
"I bet you noticed this when you visited her. You saw all of those rich, gorgeous women get their money, and you wished you had married one of them instead. I bet one of those rich sluts saw you sitting there, and they couldn't resist saying hello. How could they? How could they resist a stud like you? These rich women, they think they can get whoever they want. It doesn't matter if you're married. And they hit on you. And you were receptive, but resistant. I bet you kept turning these sluts away, trying desperately to stay loyal to your wife. But then that one slut came along. That one who was irresistible. That one who made it clear she would do anything. That she was a total slut. And you were just about ready to walk out with her. To get in her Porsche, drive to her mansion, and spend some quality time together. To trade up from this nasty life into the good one, with a nasty slut. A rich slut who could give you anything you ever wanted. But then your wife came along to ruin your fun. To drag you back to this crappy place, and your crappy marriage. I bet there's not a day that's gone by where you didn't wonder where you would be if you had left with that slut. I bet there's not a day that's gone by where you didn't wonder how tight that bitch's pussy would be. How much of your dick you could get in her ass. Right?" Jessica asked.
He had actually been hit on once by one of the visitors at Tammy's bank. He had politely let her know he was married, but, as Jessica said, that had not stopped her. He had no choice but to walk away. He did randomly think about her every so often, wondering her intentions, but those were just passing thoughts. He was jarred from his thoughts when he felt Jessica's hands near his dick, teasing his cock, demanding a response.
"Yes!" John called out, desperate to cum.
Jessica's hands moved from his torso and finally touched the base of his dick. As both of her hands ascended his dick, the sensation of finally getting his cock touched set him off. In one single, ball-churning stroke, her hands drove him over the edge. As her hands reached just below the head of his dick, cum shot out of his dick like a fountain.
"Holy Shit!" John yelled out. Cum spurted into the air before landing on his chest and belly. He just kept shooting, all the stress in his body now shooting out of his dick. And he must have been very stressed, because his chest and stomach were now covered with his own cum. After almost a full minute of cumming, John settled down, exhausted again. Exhausted, but more relaxed than he had ever been before. He felt like a puddle of jelly after that amazing massage. He glanced over at the clock, noting three hours had passed since the beginning of the massage. Once again, Jessica had taken all the energy out of him, and his eyes lidded over before falling asleep again.
"So, here's the deal, Tammy. Early on, I was teasing him, preventing him from getting off. So, he had this idea. He would say something bad about you, and I would get him off. He knew that it would totally appeal to my fetishes, so I agreed. So, every time you hear your hubby diss you, he's doing it to get off. He's insulting you so I can empty his balls. He cares more about getting off than your feelings. Just think about that." Jessica said.
Tammy immediately questioned this. That didn't sound like her husband at all. But why did he insult her? He wanted the happy ending to the massage, so he insulted her job, then Jessica got him off. Was Jessica telling the truth? Had John worked out some sort of insults for pleasure deal?
A buzzing was heard again from another room. Jessica rolled her eyes and ran from the room. Tammy rested her head back, exhausted from the hell she and her husband had been put through. Tammy was alerted when she heard yelling. Jessica was yelling at someone. She must be on the phone, Tammy realized. The yelling went on for a few minutes before going silent. Tammy heard footsteps approaching. She sensed Jessica's presence, but before she could see her, a needle entered her neck. Everything went black.
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"Tammy!" John yelled out. No response.
"Tammy!" John yelled again. Tammy suddenly started to stir. Her eyelids felt like they weighed a hundred pounds.
"Thank God." John said, seeing his wife move. Finally, she was able to get her eyes open. She was shocked to see it was dark out.
"What happened?" she said drunkenly, still not fully back.
"I don't know. I passed out after the massage and when I woke up you were unconscious. I've been trying to wake you up for hours. I thought she had hurt you." John explained.
"What time is it?" Tammy asked groggily.
"It's past eleven." John said. "Listen, I think Jessica's gone. I've been awake for awhile, and I haven't seen her or heard any motion. I think she's gone." John said hopefully.
"You think she would just leave us like this? Just tied up?" Tammy asked.
"Who knows what she's thinking. Listen, can you move at all?" John asked. Tammy wiggled her toes. Her legs were too short to reach the ground from a sitting position, and her feet were tied roughly against the legs of the chair. The only movement she could make with her feet was by wiggling her toes. She didn't have enough leverage to try to move the chair by shifting her torso. She was stuck.
"No. I can't move. You?" she asked. He jerked his legs wildly and bounced hard on the bed, pulling his arms as hard as he could, but nothing budged.
"No. This all seems really secure. We're stuck unless she comes back." John said. Tammy tried to remember the last thing that had happened. She remembered Jessica on the bad, next to her passed out husband. She remembered Jessica explaining some sort of deal. A deal where her husband insulted his wife in exchange for sexual relief. Tammy was about to ask John about this when they heard a door slam shut. John and Tammy looked at each other, sharing a look of both dread and relief. Dread that that bitch had come back. Relief that they were not abandoned. They heard footsteps approaching.
"Sorry guys." Jessica said, reentering the room. "I had to take care of some business. It's all taken care of, so we should be good to go."
John took her in. She was in a different outfit than the one he had seen her in last. She was wearing a tight pink blouse, stretched tight over her two best assets, and a pair of low-rise jeans. Her blouse was unbuttoned enough to expose a healthy amount of cleavage. John's dick reflexively got hard just being in this woman's presence. Jessica noticed this and smiled. She was carrying a pizza box in her hand.
"I didn't have time to cook, so I picked up this pizza for dinner." Jessica said. John noticed that she seemed a little worn out. She walked over to the bed and set the pizza box down.
"I got something for you too." Jessica said, a cup in hand. She grabbed a loop of thick rope and threw it around her neck. She balanced the cup on this loop, the straw near her lips. Tammy drank some, and realized it was warm, flat soda. Tammy winced at the taste.
"Please, can I just have some real food?" Tammy begged.
"You'll be fine, Tammy. Besides, you need to lose the pounds." Jessica said derisively. Jessica walked over to John and looked down at his chest disappointedly.
"Damn, I was looking forward to eating that." she said, looking at the dried cum on his chest and stomach. She bent over and whispered in his ear. "Your cum taste's so good."
Jessica opened up the pizza and held a slice to John's lips. He quickly took a bite. A starving Tammy had watch as Jessica and her husband shared this delicious looking pizza. John looked guilty, but there was nothing he could do about it. They quickly finished the pizza while Tammy sipped on her flat soda. Tammy soon finished off the drink, and Jessica cleaned up for all of them. Jessica soon returned to the room.
"You've had a long day, John. I know you're probably beat." Jessica said, starting to unbutton her top. Her massive breasts were quickly revealed to him again. She quickly shoved down her jeans and slipped into bed with him, nude again. Her hand slid down his stomach and circled his dick.
"And I know you want a little more, baby. But you're gonna have to wait." she said, teasing him. John had expected her to come right back for more sex, and he was shocked at her restraint.
"Good night." Jessica said, pulling the blanket over them and turning off the light.
It took a while to fall asleep. Jessica had fallen asleep right away, and Tammy soon after. John had to will his dick to go soft, which was especially difficult with Jessica's soft breasts pushing against him. He finally fell asleep after he realized that in twenty four hours, he would be done with this woman.
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John woke up, feeling like he had been asleep for days. He saw it was past eleven. Good. That much closer to the time that Jessica would be gone. He smelled a great smell. He saw that Tammy was still asleep. He realized that Jessica must be making food. Within minutes, Jessica strutted into the bedroom, plate in hand.
"Morning, sweetie." Jessica said. "Since we all slept, in, I thought I'd make us lunch." John realized the plate she was carrying a nice, juicy cheeseburger. His stomach started to rumble. He loved burgers. She sat down next to him. She brought the burger to his lips and he took a big bite. As he swallowed, he couldn't help the groan that escaped his mouth.
"Good?" she asked.
"Yes, actually. It's really good." John said.
"Does your wife ever make you burgers?" she asked.
"Yeah, but they're not as good as this one." John said. Jessica smiled brightly at this comment.
"Oh, really? She's not a very good cook?" Jessica asked. John realized he had slipped.
"Uh, no, not really." He replied.
"Well, she's just bad at everything, isn't she?" Jessica said. "Do you think I'm a better cook than her?"
John had only eaten two of her meals, so he had very little criteria to judge. But, of the meals she made, they had both been delicious. John figured, what the hell, why not just humor her.
"Yes, you're a better cook." John said. Jessica smiled.
"Well, John, I won't count that as an insult, but I do appreciate it." she said with a wink and a bright smile. John laughed a little bit at this. She said it in such a perky away that it amused him. He quickly finished off the burger, with a soda to wash it down. Jessica stood and walked over to Tammy.
"Hey, idiot. Wake up." Jessica said, lightly slapping her on the cheeks, waking her. Tammy got adjusted before Jessica spoke again.
"All right, I found this in the fridge. Looks like it was going bad, so I figured I'd give it to you." Jessica said, holding up a container of week old leftover Chinese food. Tammy didn't really like Chinese, John did, but she wouldn't complain about finally getting actual food. Jessica fed her this cold, stale Chinese food quickly. It had a little bit of a funky taste, but Tammy didn't care. She wolfed it down quickly.
Jessica used the rag to dose them both, allowing her to give them both bathroom breaks, Tammy first, then John. She cleaned up John a bit before replacing him in the bed. By the time they both woke up from their haze, another hour had passed.
Jessica got John's attention. She was standing behind Tammy. Without a word, she pulled out a pair of scissors, and snipped some hair off from her luxurious curls. She put this hair in a sandwich bag, preserving the evidence. She set the bag and the scissors on the dresser. She had lived up to her word with John. She walked over to him.
"You know, John, I could use a nice hard cum right now." Jessica said, joining him on the bed. She straddled him, her pussy above his eyes.
"Don't you like my pussy? Isn't it pretty?" Jessica asked.
"Yes." John replied.
"Do you love it?" Jessica asked.
"Yes. I love your pussy" John said, his tone indicating otherwise.
"C'mon, John. I didn't believe you." Jessica pouted.
"Yes, I love your pussy." John said with more feeling.
"Really?" Jessica asked quickly.
"Yes." John replied quickly.
"Is it prettier than your wife's pussy?" she asked quickly again.
"Yes of course." he said without thinking. "Wait, that's not what I meant." he started, realizing what he said.
"Wait. Did you catch that Tammy? Did you?" Jessica said with such a smug look on her face. Tammy looked down at the floor, humiliated.
"That was his answer without thinking. That is what he really thinks, without putting up all the buffers that he thinks he has to put up. That feeling that everything about his wife is perfect. That's just what he says to protect your dignity. You just caught a glimpse at his true feelings. His true belief that his wife has some pretty disappointing qualities. Right?" Jessica said. Tammy said nothing.
"Say it, John. Say what you really feel about your wife's pussy." Jessica demanded. John realized the damage was done. He had accidently slipped and confessed that Jessica's pussy was prettier than Tammy's. It was, but he didn't mean to say it.
"Um, I guess your pussy is prettier than Tammy's" John said.
"In what way?" Jessica asked.
"Uh, well, it's so neat and tidy. It just looks pretty." John said.
"And hers doesn't?" Jessica asked.
"Well, not exactly. She, uh, she doesn't shave." John started.
"Wait, she doesn't shave?" Jessica said, interrupting.
"Well, no. She doesn't like it." John replied.
"Ew. That's just gross. Word of advice, Tam. Men don't like big, nasty bushes." Jessica said, lecturing her. "Be honest, John. Her pussy smells bad. Doesn't it? She looks like one of those girls." Jessica said.
"Uh, well..." John started, avoiding the truth.
"Ha! I think that's all the answer we need." Jessica said with a big laugh. Tammy's face was red with embarrassment, and John felt terrible. Jessica looked down at John.
"John, you like shaved pussies, don't you? Shaved, with maybe a cute little landing strip, like mine. A pussy that is nice and neat and well cared for, not a disgusting swamp like your wife's. Trust me, I saw it when I was helping her in the bathroom. And I agree. It's fucking nasty. I don't blame you for liking shaved pussies after dealing with that monster for years. I bet you look up pictures of pussies on the internet. I bet you sneak away from the wife and just spend hours looking up pictures of slutty girls shaved little pussies. But that wasn't enough. You started chatting with women online, begging them to show you their pussies. They did, of course, cause they were huge sluts. But that wasn't enough. You wanted to meet up with them, get a hotel room, and get an up close and personal look at a nice, perfect, pretty pussy. I bet you wanted to spend hours between their legs, just sucking all the juices out. Then you wanted to bury your dick in those pretty pink pussies and just fuck the shit out of them, to get what your wife could never provide. Didn't you!" Jessica demanded.
"Yes." he said, knowing he might as well finish off the insult, as a drop of pre-cum dripped out of his dick. John had always loved to go down on girls. He just loved everything about it. He loved the look of a girls pussy, the taste, even the smell. He had gone down on every girl he dated before Tammy, and they had all loved it. Tammy didn't like it, and John didn't enjoy it with her. So John was forced to move on from his little hobby. And he was okay with that. But every so often, he would notice a girl and he would just know that her pussy would taste great. He would just know it. John had that sense about girls. He had immediately recognized that Jessica was one of those girls. And he was right.
"Fuck, John. You don't know what you saying those things is doing for me." Jessica moaned out, starting to rub her pussy. "John, I'll be right back." Jessica added, bouncing out of the room. John couldn't stand to make eye contact with his wife after accidently saying his wife had an ugly, smelly bush. Plus, he knew Jessica wouldn't allow him to confess that these insults were lies in order to end their ordeal quicker. But with this last insult, was it a lie, or was it what Jessica had said? His true feelings coming out in an unguarded moment. He had never enjoyed going down on Tammy, and he had definitely enjoyed it more with Jessica than he had with Tammy. Was Jessica right?
Jessica returned with a coffee mug in hand. Probably unbeknownst to her, it was Tammy's favorite coffee mug. The one she drank out of every day. Jessica carried it over to the bed, and lied down next to John.
"Now, this is a thing I only share with my closest friends. John, I think you and I are more than just close friends at this point, so I figured I'd show you this. Her? I figured I'd show her another thing she's not capable of doing." Jessica said. Her arms moved from her sides towards her pussy. Her arms pressed against the sides of her breasts, forcing them together and ballooning them upward. John watched as Jessica forced two fingers into her own pussy, fucking herself. He could hear her wetness as she did so. She looked into his eyes, hers glassy with lust. This finger fucking went on for minutes, Jessica taking herself to the edge and then holding back. The smell of her juices filled the room, and it made John salivate. A sheen of sweat now covered her body as she worked hard at bringing herself off. As her finger fucks became more violent, John heard hear the wetness building up in her pussy.
Jessica quickly spun around, sensing the end was near. John caught another up close glimpse of her pretty pussy as she put her pussy near his face. She resumed her finger fucking with one hand while flicking her hard clit with the other. After another minute of self-pleasuring, she pulled her hand away from flicking her clit and grabbed the mug. She put the mug in front of her pussy as her wet fingers brought her over the edge.
"OH, FUCKING SHIT!" she yelled out as her orgasm overwhelmed her. John watched in awe as spurts of clear girl-cum shot out of her pussy into the mug. Jessica was moving in spasms, but she made sure to keep the mug in its place. The girl-cum kept shooting out of her in waves, and a lot of it missed the cup, soaking their marital bed in another woman's cum. But enough landed in the cup, because as the last drops of her cum dripped out of pussy and into the mug, the mug was nearly full. Jessica set the mug on the bedside table and fell back to the bed, resting up after that hard orgasm. The sweat was dripping off of her body, soaking the sheet below her. After a minute, she sat up and wiped the sweat from her brow.
"Wow!" she said with a laugh. "That was a good one! I needed that."
John was still in awe over this. He thought girls squirting was a myth. But here he was, confronted with the real thing in front of him. He was amazed. Jessica leaned over and grabbed the mug off the nightstand.
"Here, you'd better drink it now. It's so much better when it's warm." Jessica advised, bringing the cup to his lips.
John thought over the ridiculous nature of the situation he was now in. A slut was about to feed him a mug of her girl-cum that had squirted out of her pussy while fingering herself next to a man tied to his bed while his wife watched, tied to a chair next to him. John looked over at Tammy, gauging her reaction to this. She was clearly disgusted, but she kept watching.
"Here, drink up John. It'll cure what ails you." Jessica said. Jessica put the mug against his lips and tipped it upward. Warm girl-cum slid into his mouth, filling it. She let him take in the taste. He couldn't help but slosh it around his mouth, whetting his appetite, before gulping it down. John was shocked at the taste. Why did everything about her taste so good? Her pussy had tasted amazing when he ate her out earlier. And the mouthful of girl-cum he just swallowed? It tasted great! Jessica's warm girl-cum tasted great. It had only made him want to drink the rest of that cup and beg for more. Even Jessica's asshole tasted great. Why did every part of this woman taste so good? He had gone down on Tammy once, and never again. It was not a pleasant experience for him. And her asshole in no way looked appetizing like Jessica's did. Why was that? Why was it that his wife did not agree with him taste wise? Why was it that Jessica matched his appetite perfectly?
He did not have time to think about this more as Jessica tipped the mug, pouring its contents into his mouth again. He opened wide, trying to get as much of her girl-cum as he could into his mouth. Once filled, he savored the taste again for as long as he could before swallowing and opening his mouth wide, begging for more. She poured the remaining girl-cum into his mouth, before setting the mug down. Once he swallowed it, he realized how hard his dick was. Her girl-cum tasted so good it was making him hard.
He hadn't cum for almost a day. After the first day or so of consistently having orgasms, his balls had adapted, creating more cum for him to shoot, knowing he would need a lot if he was going to be cumming that much. But that cum had nowhere to go since he had last cum from the massage. His balls felt swollen and full, desperate to cum. But she had provided no stimulation to make him cum. It was almost as if she wanted the cum to build up. And now, with Jessica's girl cum in his system, it felt as if it made his dick even harder.
Jessica jumped off the bed, and moved toward Tammy. She went behind Tammy and grabbed the back of her chair. She tipped the chair backward, then turned and dragged the chair towards the bed, before turning it back around, so Tammy was facing the bed again. She lined up Tammy just right, and then started to tip the chair forward. She was bringing Tammy's face closer to John's. John remembered the reward for this insult was a kiss. Tammy looked uncomfortable as Jessica tipped the chair, not knowing the intended goal. Tammy was brought close to John.
"Kiss her, John. Kiss her." Jessica demanded. John knew now was not the best time for a kiss. She hadn't brushed for days, and neither had he. Plus, his mouth would no doubt have the leftover taste of Jessica's delicious girl-cum. Tammy would not want to taste that. John knew the quickest way to end this would be to get it over with. He leaned up and pressed his mouth against Tammy's.
He wished he could say it was the kiss that reignited the passionate love for his wife and strengthened his resolve to fight back against Jessica, but sadly, he could not. It was just an awkward kiss. Tammy was clearly uncomfortable. There was no passion, no joy. John could taste the funky leftover Chinese food she had eaten earlier and Tammy could no doubt taste the leftover girl-cum on his lips. She forced Tammy to taste the remnants of her cum on her husband's lips. Somehow, Jessica had warped what should have been a romantic kiss between two spouses and turned it into another display of her superiority over Tammy. Was it wrong that he thought Jessica's asshole tasted better than his wife's lips? Was there anything Jessica could do that wouldn't highlight her superiority?
Jessica lifted the chair back and let it slam back into its standing position. From behind Tammy, Jessica, licked her lips, running her soft tongue over her full, pouty lips. John just knew she would be an excellent kisser. The thought of those soft lips against his strengthened his erection. She dragged the chair back to its previous position. She slipped back into the bed with John.
"I know what you're thinking." Jessica whispered. "I'm guessing you think you can hold out till I'm gone before taking care of that big, fat erection. It's only a few hours. No doubt you could make it. Right?" John met her eyes, confirming the truth of her statement. "But here's the problem with your logic. The last thing your wife is gonna want to do after this is have sex. That will be the last thing on her mind. Even if you somehow convince her to do it, she'll know, in the back of her head, that the huge load that built up in your balls was not meant for her. It was meant for me. But that probably won't happen. It'll take awhile, but when you finally convince her to have sex again, she won't want to fuck. She won't care about draining your balls. She'll want to make love, and confirm to herself that the soft, gentle love making you guys have had for years is enough to keep you satisfied. It'll be all about what she wants. Do you think you can hold out for that? Will your hand be enough to take care of yourself until then? I'm guessing it won't be. So, here's what I'm going to offer. One more fuck for the road. She's already seen us have sex, so what more damage will it be to do it again. If you get to ten insults, you'll get the chance to have the hard sex you need one more time before going back to your wife. She won't blame you. And you'll be able to go back into your marriage thinking clearly. Does that sound good?"
John knew that everything she just said was true. Tammy would not want to fuck immediately after this. She would wait. She would want to make love. John knew he would need some relief if everything would go back to normal. He just needed to get his balls drained one more time before going back to his wife. Just to get it out of his system. If he didn't, John would be a nervous, horny wreck. Tammy would resent him for being so horny, knowing that he missed what Jessica offered. For the sake of his marriage, he had to fuck Jessica one more time. John simply nodded to Jessica in agreement to this plan.
"You know what you need to do." Jessica said loud enough for Tammy to hear and stood up. John wracked his brain to figure out what else to say to bash his wife. He looked at her slumped over, defeated, worn out form. Then he looked up at Jessica's fit body and jiggling breasts and a thought came to him.
"She's not the type of woman you look at and immediately want to have sex with." John said.
"Mmm. So you don't think she's sexy?" John said.
"She's pretty, she's funny, she's smart." John started to defend her.
"But she's not sexy?" Jessica asked again. John looked away.
"No." John said quietly.
"I can't hear you." Jessica said.
"She's not sexy!" John yelled out.
"Oh, I know. She's not sexy like me. That much is clear. Right?" Jessica asked.
"Yes." John said angrily.
"It must be hard to be married to an unsexy woman while being surrounded by slutty girls, huh? You're a teacher, and you're fucking hot, so I have no doubt that you've run across quite a few slutty students in your time. You know what I'm talking about. The seniors, you know, the ones who are ready to move up from teenage boys to the good stuff. The ones that hinted to you that they were legal and down to fuck. They knew you were interested. They caught you staring at their big, perky, teenage tits through the tight clothes slutty high school girls always wear. They caught you sneaking a peek at their nice, tight butts. They saw you hiding your fat cock from them. They noticed how you always graded the slutty girls easier than the regular girls. You wanted to be that guy. That teacher that was totally into the idea of fucking a student. You wanted to become the king of those high school sluts. You wanted to become a school legend. You wanted to be the teacher that year after year, the queen bee of the senior class came after because they all knew you are a hot guy down for teenage pussy. Year after year, you wanted to fuck the biggest slut in the senior class. Right?" Jessica said, finishing her speech.
"Yes, oh fuck yes!" John yelled out, humping the air. That situation she painted out nearly driving him to cum without stimulation.
The idea of having sex with a student had been something that he always thought was kinda hot, even when he was still in college. Just the thought of it was so forbidden. He could not deny the idea appealed to him. He kinda wished the situation Jessica just painted out had happed. He wished some of the slutty girls would hit on him, just to simply fuel his fantasies. But he had noticed a few of them stare at him, giving him those bedroom eyes. He thought he was reading too much into it, but maybe not.
Jessica looked smugly over to Tammy.
Jessica walked behind her and tipped the chair back. Jessica dragged a confused Tammy out of the room. She dragged Tammy down to a small walk in closet down the hall and dragged her into it. Jessica had set up a laptop computer on a table, and Jessica pushed Tammy up to this table, sitting in front of it. Tammy realized that there was live video streaming onto this computer. Video of their bedroom. Video of John on the bed. Jessica was recording everything.
"Don't worry, honey. You'll still be able to see and hear everything. But I'm afraid I have to gag you." Jessica said, forcing a ball gag into Tammy's mouth before she had any time to react. She tied the gag around her head, securing it in place. She quickly closed the door and left the room, the only light coming from the laptop in front of her.
Jessica walked back into the bedroom, quickly closed the blinds, and hung a heavy black blanket over the window, preventing the sunlight from getting in. She quickly turned off all of the lights before leaving the room again. John was bathed in darkness for ten or fifteen minutes. Then a light came on. But not a regular light. A black light came on.
John didn't have time to wonder how a black light came to be installed in his room. He was too distracted by Jessica as she shimmied back into the room. John was a little thrown off by the fact that she was now wearing something. But it wasn't much. She was wearing a hot pink bra which looked a size too small for her. She wore a matching g-string, which just barely covered her cute little pussy. And with the black light, her clothes were glowing. John was baffled by how quickly his room had been transformed from a bedroom to a strip club.
John took in Jessica. Her tits were pouring out of her bra, with the tops of her breasts bulging over the edge of the bra. She did a little twirl, showing off her back and ass. Her ripe ass cheeks were just hanging out of the g-string. Her ass was built to be showcased. Her ass was made for thongs, made for g-strings. Jessica got real close to John, standing next to the bed. Then, she started to dance.
She was clearly a natural, John realized. She had clearly done this before, and if she hadn't, she should. Even without a beat, she had great rhythm. She was a natural dancer. She bumped and grinded with the best of them. John wished he had a stripper pole in his room, just to see her use it. Jessica jiggled her ass near his face, forcing him to plant a wet juicy kiss on each cheek.
Jessica soon stepped onto the bed, dancing above him. She would hover her body above him, but not touch him. She would hover her ass above his face, and above his hard dick. She would do the same with her barely covered pussy. She would do the same with her bulging breasts. She would stand straight up and dance over him. John hated to say it, but she was so fucking sexy. The one thing she didn't do was take off her clothes. But John realized, that didn't reduce her sexiness. She looked just as sexy clothed as she did nude. The promise of her hot body under tight clothes almost made her sexier when she was unclothed. Leaving something for the imagination made her so fucking sexy. She kneeled over his chest, bringing her face down to his.
"Listen, John. Like any good stripper, you need to pay a little extra to get the good stuff. And you know what I want." Jessica explained. John struggled to maintain eye contact, but those hanging udders just kept drawing his eyes. Big tits like hers had never been in this bedroom until she showed up. John realized the insult he had been avoiding. One of the biggest insults you can say against a woman. Jessica knew what John was thinking. John tried to fight it.
"I shouldn't." John said.
"You should. Listen John. I've got a nice big bottle of baby oil in the other room. How would you like to see my naked body covered in it? How would you like to rub against all that slippery naked flesh? Tell me what I know you want to say. Tell me what I know you've been wanting to say to your wife for years." Jessica demanded. The mental image of Jessica covered in baby oil made up his mind for him.
"Tammy's flat as a board. She has no tits." John said.
"Scream it. I want her to hear." Jessica demanded, knowing it was unnecessary but doing it anyway.
"Tammy's flat as a board! She has no tits!" John yelled out.
"Are you a breast man?" Jessica asked.
"Yes! I'm a breast man! I love huge tits! I love them more than anything" John screamed.
"Then why did you marry her? Why would you marry her if you know you love huge tits more than anything?" Jessica said.
"I don't know." John said.
"Did you think you could change her? Did you think she would suddenly sprout some boobs?" Jessica asked. John said nothing.
"Did you wish she would get implants? Is that it?" Jessica demanded loudly.
"Yes! I want her to get implants!" John screamed.
"Were you disappointed each day when you came home and saw that your wife hadn't gone out and gotten herself a set of DD's?" Jessica asked.
"Yes!" John yelled out. Jessica moved down and put her mouth next to his ear. She started to whisper.
"Don't worry, John, you're not missing out on much. Having big tits isn't a choice. It's a lifestyle. She's totally unprepared to handle big tits. Some girls have small tits for a reason. They simply cannot handle it." Jessica said, kissing him on the forehead. She pulled her body off of his and left the room.
Tammy was seeing red as she heard her husband scream out how much he loved big tits. She knew he still loved her, and that he wasn't thinking clearly due to Jessica's teasing, but it still hurt. Tammy was shocked to see the door behind her open. Jessica leaned over her and started messing with the computer. Then, she pulled out some headphones.
"Sorry, Tammy, you can't listen to this. You get to listen to something even better." Jessica said, putting the bulky headphones over her ears. She was surprised to hear conversation. She quickly realized that she was hearing John and Jessica's intimate pillow talk. The whispers that they had shared, recorded by the bug in the headboard. Then, Tammy was shocked to hear the insults coming from John's mouth. Jessica left the room.
Jessica walked back into the room carrying her purse. She pulled the bottle of oil out of it, and set it on the night stand. She set the bag down next to it.
"Let me paint you another picture, John. See if it sounds familiar." Jessica started. "Let's say you went to the hospital. Your wife was getting a check-up, because she was failing to get pregnant."
This story sounded familiar to John, because it had happened. They had gone to the hospital in the city a couple hours away about a month ago because they were having trouble conceiving.
"You were not getting the best news. You found out your wife would have trouble conceiving. Your wife wanted some privacy, so you stepped out into the hallway. You were too distracted to notice the big-titted surgeon walk by. The one wearing a blouse with a few buttons undone, because she's such a huge slut she struggles to hide it. The one that was checking you out. The one that watched you two walk out together. The one that snooped on your information after you had left. The one that decided to show you what you missed out on. The one that wanted to make up for that missed opportunity." Jessica explained.
John looked at her, starting to understand.
"You could have taken care of your worries in more pleasurable ways. You could have snuck off with a slutty surgeon and give your load a real shot with a fertile woman. But instead, you sulked, and pouted, trapped in your belief that you should stick with a woman who is clearly beneath you. That's why I did this. To show you where you belong." Jessica explained. John was taking all this in. She had just told him everything. He was baffled at her honesty.
"You're a surgeon?" John asked, surprised. She reached into her purse and pulled out her badge. She showed it to him. He read the name.
'Dr. Jessica Jensen' followed by a series of letters.
"Of course I'm a surgeon. You thought I was just some slut off the street?" Jessica asked. John didn't respond to that.
"Your real name is Jessica?" John asked, shocked that she hadn't given him a fake name.
"Of course it is. Relationships are built on honesty, John. I've been trying to get you to be honest with me, so I figured I should be honest with you. My name is Jessica Jensen. I'm 32 years old. I graduated high school when I was fifteen. Graduated from Harvard Medical School head of my class. Did my residency at Johns Hopkins. Moved over to these parts a few years ago. I specialize in Neurosurgery, but I also perform general surgery. I've been called one of the brightest and talented young surgeons in the nation. You wanna know what all those phone calls I was getting were all about? Post op instructions for all of my patients. You want to know why I was gone for half of the day yesterday? I was in surgery. There was a big accident, involving a school bus. They needed all hands in deck, so they called me in. Needless to say, none of them died. When you're as talented a surgeon as I am, you're in high demand. You don't get much time away. These four days I took off were the first days I took off in a year. I did it for you." Jessica said.
John was shocked by all of this. She was such a practice in contrasts. He'd never seen a surgeon with a body like hers. A surgeon with the body of a stripper. And she was a genius. A prodigy. He knew she was intelligent, but damn. Mind of a genius, body of a slut. People always think of surgeons as heroes. They were, but you never imagine them being as slightly crazy as Jessica was. And she was a mean, evil bitch too. You don't meet too many evil people who save lives during their day job.
"Despite what you may think, John, I have trouble finding men. Well, I should say, I have trouble having relationships with men. I have no issues with getting laid, it's just the rest of it. Men can't deal with my busy schedule. Most men aren't willing to deal with the fact that I just want to be treated like a princess. Is that too much to ask? I spend my days saving lives. Is it too much to ask to just go home after a long day saving lives, and have a man waiting there for me, whatever time it may be? Is it too much to ask that this man greet me with a smile, take off my clothes, throw me on the bed, and stretch my tight cunt out on a regular basis? I save lives! Don't I deserve a reward for that! Don't I deserve to have a man serve me, to take care of me? To rub my sore shoulders? To massage my aching feet? To fill my aching cunt? Maybe visit me during the day, when I have a few minutes free, no matter how inconvenient it is for them, and bang me over my desk. Maybe relieve my stress. Maybe fill up my asshole with their huge dick. Maybe let me suck their huge dick for awhile, and get my mind off things. Is that too much to ask?" Jessica said.
John realized how deeply crazy this woman was. She was a self-centered, evil bitch. A smoking hot, big-titted, self-centered, evil bitch. Was she right, though? Was allowing her to de-stress by fucking her on a regular basis in order for her to perform her job better a bad thing? Not necessarily. She might be evil, but she did save lives. Would choosing to fuck her on a regular basis, to serve her, would that constitute an act of charity?
"I think you can be that man, John? In fact, I know you're that man. We were meant to be together. Will you be that man for me?" Jessica asked. John paused, taken aback. He was already married. Jessica may be ridiculously hot and sexy, but that's not enough for a man to leave a woman, is it?
"It's okay, John. Take your time. I know it's a big decision. I'll let you sit on it. Meanwhile, I'll give you something to help sway your decision." Jessica said. With that, she reached behind her and unclipped her bra. She peeled it off, letting it fall to the floor, revealing her massive tits again. She peeled off her g-string, dropping it to the floor. She stepped out of it, and grabbed the bottle of oil. She took off the cap, and started pouring it onto her chest. John watched as the smooth oil coated her body, making it look so shiny and sexy. She rubbed it on herself, trying to coat her entire chest and torso. She rubbed it all over both arms, and rubbed it down to her pussy. She turned around, and pointed her ass at him as she coated her back and ass. She rubbed the oil all over her back, and coated every single bit of her ass with oil. She poured the oil down her legs, soaking them both quickly, bending with legs straightened as she coated herself. She finally poured the oil onto her head, soaking her head and hair with the oil. She poured the remaining oil on John's chest before tossing the empty bottle away. She hopped onto the bed before straddling him. She admired the stains she caused on the bed sheets, and the puddles of oil on the floor. They would be reminders of the rough sex that had occurred here.
With that, Jessica started to grind her pussy on John's chest. She ground her pussy all over him, up his legs, all over his chest and stomach, up his arms, onto his face, coating him with oil. The only places she didn't touch were his hands and his cock. She knew she had to keep him on edge. He was so horny, one touch might be enough to set him off. She repeated the same process with her ass and breasts. When rubbing her breasts all over him, she avoided his face as well as his hands and cock. She knew her tits would be vital to winning him over to her side.
Jessica played slip and slide with John on his marital bed till they were both covered in oil. Then she started massaging him, using the same treatment she had before, knowing just the way to drive him nuts. Like before, it felt like she was forcing all of the cum into his balls. He was being driven nuts by the lack of contact on his dick. He needed to cum. His eyes were ensnared by her nipples as she rubbed his chest.
"Gosh, John. I'm sorry I've teased you for so long with these." she started, indicating her tits. "I know how bad you want them. I don't blame you. There fucking spectacular. They've always been my best assets. And they do not disappoint. They are so soft. So firm. So perky. So squeezable. So suckable. They'll change your life. You want a little squeeze?" Jessica asked.
"Yes. Please." John begged.
"Ok." she said cutely. She started to move her oil covered boob closer to his right hand. Her right tit moved closer and closer to his right hand, which was fighting the cuffs, reaching out as far as it could, trying to get a hand on her chest. His hand reached out, his fingers extended trying to get closer to that massive breast. She got within an inch of his hand, and moved a little closer. His fingers were literally within a millimeter of being filled with a big, fat, juicy boob. He strained to move his hand closer. But then she moved away.
"No!" John yelled out.
"You'll have to wait, John. I want one more fucking insult before you get a chance at these." she said, pointing at her tits.
"Fine, whatever." John started.
"Wait! Tammy needs to hear." Jessica said, quickly leaving the room. She was back within a minute, dragging Tammy's chair with her. She returned Tammy to her usual spot and took out the gag. Tammy was numb with anger, but she said nothing.
"Alright. Out with it!" Jessica ordered.
"She's bad in bed, okay. Tammy's bad in bed!" John said loudly, in a breast-induced hysteria.
"How so?" Jessica demanded.
"She just lays there and takes it. Missionary position every time. She never goes down on me, she never does anal. She is boring. Now please!" John begged.
"So she's a one in bed?" Jessica asked.
"Yes! She's a one out of ten." John said.
"No, out of one hundred." Jessica clarified.
"Yes, whatever. She's a one out of a hundred in bed. And you're a hundred out of a hundred in bed! Just please!" he said, appealing to her arrogance in his desperation. Jessica smiled an evil smile. She then held out a finger, indicating for him to wait. She turned, and slapped Tammy hard across the face, making her woozy. Jessica then reached into her purse. She walked in front of Tammy and did something. When she went back to her purse, John saw she was unconscious.
"Wait! What are you doing?" John asked. She stepped towards him, something in her hand.
John never felt the needle enter his neck. All he felt were the soft lips that pressed against his cheek before he blacked out.
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"John!" Tammy whispered harshly. No response.
"John!" she whispered again. John snapped awake.
It took him a minute to realize he was no longer tied down. No ropes, no cuffs. Nothing. He sat up and rubbed his sore wrists. 'Did that really happen?' he asked to himself.
He turned and got a confirmation that everything that had happened was real. He saw Tammy, still tied down to the chair. John jumped off the bed, a little wobbly due to not having walked under his own power in days. He realized he was still nude but that didn't matter. He ran over to his wife.
"Tammy, I'm so sorry." John said, starting to tear up as he looked at the ropes to try and figure how to untie her.
"It's okay. Listen, John. Listen!" Tammy said, stopping him, grabbing his attention.
"John, I think she's still here." dhe said. They both listened, and heard some movement downstairs.
"What do I do?" John asked.
"Take her down." Tammy said, confident that her husband could take that bitch down once and for all.
John tried to think of what he should do. He looked around trying to find a weapon to use if he had to. Before he could come to a decision, Jessica appeared in the doorway.
She was fully clothed in a new outfit. She was wearing a tight pair of jeans, and a small dark-gray t-shirt with some band logo on the front. It was a small t-shirt, and it fit her tight. Her firm tits pressed outward, lifting the small shirt, exposing some sexy midriff. Her hard nipples were apparent through her thin shirt. John's dick started to harden again due to her mere presence.
"Well, guys, I'm ready to head out. I just wanted to say goodbye. Unless, you want me to stay?" Jessica asked. John was baffled by this woman.
"What makes you think I just won't stop you? What makes you think I won't take you down?" John asked.
"Honey, stopping me is the last thing on your mind." Jessica said, looking down at his hardening dick.
"How arrogant are you?" John asked.
"How horny are you? Did you forget how you were begging me to fuck you? How you were begging to squeeze my tits?" Jessica countered. This knocked him back a bit. He looked down at his wife, embarrassed.
"Do you think you can go back to her after experiencing what I have to offer?" Jessica said, stepping into the room. "Do you think you can keep having the plain, boring sex you've been having for years after experiencing the good stuff? Do you want to spend the rest of your life without getting a blowjob? Do you want to spend the rest of your life without fucking a tight wet pussy? Do you want to spend the rest of your life without fucking a tight asshole? Do you want to spend the rest of your life being disgusted whenever you go down on her? Do you think you can go on without getting a taste of my delicious pussy juices? Do you think you can go on without getting another taste of my tight asshole?"
John gulped as he heard this. His dick was fully hard again. He had forgotten how horny he was before she had knocked him out. He was now reminded how swollen his balls felt, how full of cum they were.
"Didn't it feel so good when we were together? Didn't it feel so right? Didn't it seem like you had met your true love?" the arrogant bitch said. John just shook his head at how misguided she was.
"There's one other thing I should tell you. All those insults you said about your wife? Just saying them, out loud, and vicious, has the effect of making you believe them. All the things you said about her are now ingrained in your mind. You believe them. You won't be able to think about anything else but all of those flaws you discovered. You can't just unthink them. You think you can go back to the way things were? That's the past. It won't be the same. The sex you two will have will just be poor. You understand the sex you've always had has been poor, and it won't get any better. The rift between you has already been created. You need the rough sex that I gave you. You won't be satisfied with anything less. The rift between you will grow, and you'll eventually split up. Tammy, John's gonna leave you for better pussy. It's inevitable." Jessica said.
"Fuck you. He loves me." Tammy replied.
"Does he? God, he was pretty vicious with his insults. He wouldn't say that stuff about a woman he loves. He never insulted me. That's cause John loves me." Jessica said.
"That's not true." John said.
"Isn't it? Look at us. I'm superior to her in every way. Every way. I'm gorgeous. She's not. My hair is so much longer and sexier than hers. My lips are full and pouty. Hers are nothing. I've got a nice, smooth tan all over. She's pale as a ghost. I have nice, long, sexy legs, better than her stubs. I've got a nice, round, firm ass." Jessica said, turning to show off that ass in those painted on jeans. "Her's is flat and bony. My asshole is delicious. Her's is disgusting. My pussy is neat and pretty and tasty. Her's is a mess. I'm fitter than her... And then there's these." she said, pointing at her jugs. "I've got massive, succulent tits. She's flat. Now that's just looks. I'm smarter. I'm more successful. I'm sexier. I'm dirtier. I'm a winner. You think a woman could pull this shit on me? No. Only a loser would end up like her. Humiliated. Defeated. I fucking owned her. How could you go back to that?"
John was silent.
"I offered you a chance at sex if you insulted her earlier. And you jumped on it. You didn't even need to, but you jumped on the chance. And you still have a chance. I need to hear you bash her some more. One more insult gets you my tits. I know how badly you want to squeeze them. And suck them. All you need to do is insult her one more time. I don't even think she would blame you for wanting to play with these suckers. Another insult gets you the fuck you've been dying for. And like I said earlier. One more after that, I consider a marriage proposal." Jessica offered.
John was transfixed by that sight of those huge breasts just bursting to get out from her shirt. John noticed how they jiggled while she was talking. It was so fucking sexy. And there are those hard nipples, begging to be sucked. The pressure in his balls was at a bursting point.
"I'm sorry Tammy. I need to get this out of my system." John said, back in that big tit induced hysteria.
"What?" Tammy said confused.
"I just need one fuck." John replied. Tammy started to talk, but the words disappeared in his ears. He was not paying attention.
His hard dick leading the way, John stepped closer to Jessica. She stepped closer to him, looking deeply into his eyes. Where at first he thought she was cold, he now saw life. She was full of life. Her eyes were almost playful.
"She's not very pretty." he whispered, his face moving closer to hers.
"Yeah?" Jessica whispered, her face moving towards his.
"Compared to you. She's pretty ugly." he whispered, hoping Tammy wouldn't hear, his mouth starting to open.
"Compared to me, most girls are." she said smugly, opening her mouth. Her soft lips met John's.
"NO!" Tammy yelled out in disbelief, but neither of them heard her.
Jessica's tongue slid into John's mouth, mashing with his tongue. Their mouths pressed against each other deeply, entering into a deep French kiss. Jessica and John swapped spit for almost ten minutes, lost in their own world. She finally pulled away from him and looked deeply into his eyes, hers full of lust.
"I'm a better kisser too." she whispered. Her chest was heaving, her massive tits bursting for freedom. John could wait no longer. His hands grabbed the bottom of her shirt and violently jerked it up over her breasts. There they were, looking as massive as ever. On autopilot, John's hands reached forward and cupped both breasts. His mouth was right behind. His mouth arrived at her left nipple as his hands squeezed her tits for the first time.
"Holy shit! So mmmmpphhh..." said John's muffled voice, his mouth too full of nipple to speak clearly. They were so fucking firm, and soft. These were the best tits he had ever had his hands on. He just kept squeezing and squeezing. He could not get enough. Her hard nipple felt perfect in his mouth. He flicked it and chewed on it, his tongue swiping all around the nipple. He couldn't get enough. Jessica pulled him away only to guide his sucking mouth to her other hard nipple. He gave her hard right nipple the same treatment as the left.
John was voracious as he unwittingly forced her back to the bed. They fell onto the bed, and in the process, her bag had fallen onto the bed next to them spilling its contents. John's mouth and hands never left her breasts. His hands were constantly squeezing, and his mouth was constantly sucking. John's naked crotch was hovering over her clothed one. He started unwittingly humping her, acting on base instinct. She pushed him down gently on his shoulders. He got the message and his mouth popped off her wet nipple. He moved towards her torso, unbuttoning her jeans and lowering them down. He pulled them down until he was finally able to rip them off and toss them on the floor. She assisted by quickly removing her thong and tossing that onto the floor as well. She kept her legs together.
"One more insult, and I'm all yours." she said out of breath, hungry for dick. John didn't hesitate.
"She's overweight. She's fat. My wife is fat. She needs to lose weight." John said quickly. Jessica simply spread her legs. John leaped into her arms again, his hands and mouth returning to where they belonged, on Jessica's massive fucking tits. John blindly aimed his dick towards her soaking wet hole. No foreplay was necessary. These three days had been foreplay, building to this moment. He was rock hard, harder than he had ever been before. She was soaking wet, ready for the fuck of her life.
John pushed forward, slowly burying his dick into her pussy until he was balls deep. It was a difficult journey due to her tight, snug little pussy. As John's balls came to rest, he stared up into her eyes. Then, he started driving his dick into her.
The pace of the fuck was quickly becoming violent. It was not going to last long. John was at his most base, driven by the undeniable urge to fuck. Jessica wrapped her legs around him, assisting him in this rough fuck. John was fucking at a furious pace. Her tight pussy felt so good around his dick. It quickly drove him over the edge.
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT! AHHHHHHH!" John screamed out, cumming so hard it almost hurt. His ass flexed into her, driving his cum as deep into her as he could. He just kept cumming and cumming. Over a day's worth of cum shooting into her tight pussy. John collapsed on top of her, drained of energy. His mouth found her nipple and sucked gently.
About five minutes later, John became aware of what he was doing. Now that all that cum was out of his system, he was able to think clearly. What had he done? Did he just fuck this bitch? What was he thinking? He looked over at his wife, apologetically. She looked furious. He looked down at the bitch under him. He noticed the fluffy pink handcuffs had spilled out of her purse and he grabbed them without Jessica noticing.
"I forgot to tell you John. I'm afraid you are mistaken if you think one fuck will get this out of your system. That was your plan, right? To just fuck the shit out of me, play with my tits, and get it all out of your system? But that's not gonna be possible. Over these last few days I've trained your balls to create massive amounts of cum for me. That's an irreversible process. Give it twenty four hours, and you'll be right back to where you just were. A grunting, fucking animal, full of cum and nowhere to go with it." Jessica explained. John looked down at her, wondering if she was telling the truth. She leaned into his ear. "Believe me, I know what I'm talking about. I'm a doctor." she whispered. She lied back down.
"It's already over John. Your marriage is over. You just willingly fucked a woman in front of your wife. All that other stuff was against your will, or so you say. But not this last fuck. That was cheating. There were no restraints, no persuasion. I was willing to leave. But you kept me here. You threw me on the bed. You fucked me. You just willingly cheated on your wife. You just betrayed her. You made your choice, and you chose me." Jessica said, and then put on a huge, arrogant smile as she continued to speak. "Face it, you just ended your own marriage to get into my pants. It's over. You're pretty much divorced now. Get over it. Move on from her. You cheated on her once already. Do it again. You belong with me. You already betrayed your wife, so you might as well have fun with it. Might as well enjoy it. Might as well get off on it." Jessica explained. John looked over at his wife, seeing the disbelief in her eyes.
Then, Tammy noticed that her husband had grabbed the pink handcuffs. She was filled with renewed hope. Maybe this was all part of his plan. Get her relaxed, and then cuff her to the bed and call the police.
"I never told you how addictive it was to insult her, did I? You just can't stop can you? Now you see why I like it. It gets me so hot. Just like it gets you hot. Your dick's still hard. I can feel it. One more insult, and we'll be together forever. Just bite the bullet and end your marriage. Pull the trigger on it. Confess your love for me. Betray her." Jessica suggested.
John looked over at his wife. His tired, defeated wife. John saw the resentment in her eyes. She saw the disbelief in his actions. But he noticed a spark of hope. John noticed she was looking at the cuffs in his hand. She must be hopeful that he would cuff Jessica down and turn her in. End everything. Maybe she thought this last fuck was part of his plan. John realized he might be able to escape this with his marriage intact. But if he did do that, if he cuffed Jessica down and had her arrested, after fucking her, and returned to his wife, would his marriage to Tammy be a sham? John knew that last fuck wasn't part of any plan. He just wanted to fuck Jessica. He had just wanted her tits. He had just wanted her body. If he went back to his marriage, it would be a lie. He knew he had fucked her because he wanted to. He had not been loyal to Tammy. He had cheated on Tammy, and he knew that Tammy would look over it. She would lie to herself and say that her husband had fucked Jessica just to get her in a relaxed position so he could cuff her.
John would get away with cheating because his wife was too naïve to understand the truth. Understand that some men really like to fuck. Some men like their women to slut it up. Some men like to have a slut in the bedroom. Men like their women to be sexual. Men don't like prudes in the bedroom. Tammy thought that what she provided should be enough to hold onto a man. John now realized how little effort she had put in to making herself attractive for him. Jessica had done more for him sexually in the last three days than Tammy had done in the last three years. And if she thought he could go back to the same vanilla sex after experiencing what Jessica had to offer, then she was mistaken. But she would not change. The sex would stay the same. If she tried to be rough like Jessica was, it would just come across as pathetic. A poor excuse for the real thing. John knew that in the back of her head Tammy knew the truth. She knew he had fucked Jessica because he wanted to. But she would lie to herself. She would hide the truth. Tammy was naïve enough to let her husband fuck Jessica and come back to her. Tammy was naïve enough to believe that her husband would come back to her after experiencing real sex, what a real woman had to offer. If she was that stupid, then John lost all respect for her intelligence. She clearly had no idea how the world worked.
Jessica was right. Their marriage was over. John tossed the handcuffs on the floor.
"I never loved her. I thought I did, but I didn't. I tricked myself into believing it, but you showed me how wrong I was." John said. Tammy started to cry. Jessica's eyes lidded over in lust.
"It's like I said earlier. The minute you were inside me, the first time you felt my tight little pussy on your dick, you were mine. Right?" Jessica asked, panting heavily.
"Yes!" John said.
"You fell in love with me at that moment." Jessica said.
"Yes!" John replied.
"And everything I did afterward only made you fall deeper and deeper in love with me." Jessica said.
"Yes!" John repeated.
"My pussy felt so fucking good that it made you realize you hate your bitch of wife. Didn't it?" Jessica asked.
"Yes!" John said passionately.
"Tell me what I want to hear." Jessica asked, her voice deep with lust.
"I love you, Jessica." John said.
Jessica pulled him toward her roughly, pulling him into a nasty French kiss. A lover's kiss. This rough kiss lasted minutes before John pulled back and moved his lips to her ear. John had felt her pussy spasm as he insulted her. He wanted more.
"Her pussy is so loose. I can barely feel her." John said. Jessica's pussy spasmed again as she groaned loudly.
"She's barely a woman. She practically has a boy's body." John said.
"Fuck!" Jessica screamed as her pussy spasmed again.
"I've been wanting to cheat on her for years." John said. Another hard fucking spasm.
"Fuck, you can stop, I get it. You love me!" Jessica said with a giggle. She pulled him into another rough kiss. She rolled him over, so she was now on top. Her hands grabbed the headboard, gaining more leverage. His hands returned to her breasts, cupping them as she started to ride him.
This fuck got rough quick. John was worried they would break the bed. The headboard was slamming into the wall loudly. The bed was rocking as Jessica bounced up and down on John's cock as he cupped and squeezed her massive tits, their considerable flesh pouring through his fingers.
"They're so fucking huge!" John screamed out in delight, squeezing her tits roughly as he admired them.
"You love these tits more than your wife?" Jessica asked.
"Yes! Fuck yes!" John yelled.
"How much do you love me?" Jessica asked.
"I love every part of you more than my wife. I love your skin more than her. I love your hair more than her. I love your face more than her. I love your lips more than her. I love your dirty fucking mouth more than her. I love your pussy more than her. I love your ass more than her. I love your asshole more than her. Do you understand that, Jess? I love your asshole more than I love my wife. If I had to choose, I would choose your asshole without question." John said, laughing.
"Fuck, John!" Moaning out loudly, slamming her hand on the headboard repeatedly as she came. But she was a good lover. One orgasm would not be enough to sate a whore like her. She kept bouncing like the good slut she was.
They fucked at this furious pace for over twenty minutes before they came at the same time, perfectly matched lovers they were. They ground together as they rode out their orgasms, and gently kissed as they recovered, cementing their true love. John finally got his hands on her round ass cheeks as they made out, squeezing them over and over.
John realized how tough of a life Jessica must have had. She had a near insatiable sexual hunger, yet never found a man to satisfy her. She had lived her life with this incredible sexual hunger yet never was able to find a consistent lover to care for her. She had worked for years, saving lives at the expense of her own sex life. She was a saint, really. She deserved this. She deserved to be fucked in whatever manner she wanted. She deserved the pleasure she was getting. John would always be there to give her the pleasure she rightfully deserved.
Jessica pulled her sweaty body off of John's and walked over Tammy. She grabbed Tammy's hand, and with a little struggle, pulled her wedding ring off of her finger.
"I think this belongs to me now." Jessica said, slipping the ring on her own finger. John, jumped out of bed, and pulled her back to the bed, Jessica laughing as he did so.
John bent her over on all fours. He got behind her, spread her ass cheeks apart, and dug right in, burying his tongue in her ass, rimming her until her asshole was soaked. He then kneeled behind her, placed his dick against her asshole, and started to push, burying his hard dick up her tight, welcoming asshole again. His hips soon came to rest against hers. John reached down and grabbed her hair. He pulled her up roughly, using her hair to pull her back as he started to fuck her ass hard.
They were facing Tammy as they fucked. Jessica looked at Tammy with a victorious smirk, knowing she had won. Tammy looked at her, full of hatred for what she did to her marriage. She didn't blame John as much as she blamed this bitch.
"I'm gonna find you. I'm gonna get you back for this." Tammy said, full of venom, watching her husband fuck the woman in front of her up the ass roughly. Jessica laughed.
"In your dreams, bitch. Once we're done here, you'll never see either of us again." Jessica explained. She started to moan out loud, John's ass fucking having its intended effect.
"John! I'm cumming!" Jessica moaned, out, her asshole clenching his dick as she started to come.
"Fuck, Jess! I love you!" John yelled out as he came, proclaiming his love for the woman he was now fucking up the ass. He came hard up Jessica's ass before falling forward, on top of her. He started kissing her neck as they both came down from their high.
Tammy was forced to watch through the entire night as her husband fucked this woman she absolutely hated. The worst part was the giggling. Hearing them laugh as they had sex made her see red. They were having fun. They were enjoying each other. Just watching their bodies writhing together in the dark was driving her insane. In between fucking, John was free to walk around, go to the bathroom, whatever. Tammy called out to him, but he ignored her. He didn't care about her anymore. He only cared about Jessica.
Tammy thought the ordeal was over as morning approached. Then, Jessica had a naughty idea, which caused her to giggle. John laughed as he heard it. John called off work the next day, then called off for Tammy as well.
Tammy was forced to watch as for yet another day as her husband and that evil bitch had sex. Jessica was really rubbing it in her face. After a few hours of this, they broke apart and started to clean up. They showered together before getting dressed. They started to pack up Jessica's stuff, then John started to pack some of his stuff up too. Jessica had told him to pack up the stuff he wanted to keep, because they were not coming back.
A few hours later, John and Jessica returned to the bedroom.
"Well, Tam, I guess this is goodbye. It was nice getting to know you." Jessica said, barely controlling her laughter. John said nothing, looking away. Jessica pushed her trusty rag up to Tammy's face, dosing her again. The last thing Tammy saw before falling into a daze was her husband taking Jessica's hand in his, her wedding ring glinting on Jessica's finger, as they walked out hand in hand. Tammy passed out.
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Tammy woke up a few hours later, all alone. She was still tied to the chair, but one hand was untied. She moved quickly to untie herself, but it was not easy. She panicked, wanting desperately to escape this chair. She finally had to slow herself down as she struggled to untie herself.
After about an hour of work, Tammy freed herself from the chair, jumping out of it as soon as she could. She looked around for any sign of anyone. Nothing. She saw the stains from the baby oil on the carpet and the bed sheets, a reminder of Jessica's naked flesh coated with baby oil. Paint flecks from the wall were on the floor, having been knocked off by the headboard, during Jessica's furious riding of her husband.
Tammy investigated the house. A lot of her husband's stuff was gone. The house felt empty. No traces of Jessica were left either. Tammy realized for the first time that her husband was truly gone.
Tammy screamed as loud as she could.
She ran to the phone to call the cops. Little did she know that she was fighting a losing battle. Jessica's work was impeccable. There were no fingerprints, no stray hairs, no evidence that Jessica had ever been there. Jessica had disposed of all the evidence thoroughly.
The cops would arrive, but they would soon realize there was nothing there to build a case around. Nothing but the ranting of an emotional, hysterical woman. They would view her as a crazy woman. A woman whose husband had left her. A woman who had concocted a detailed story justifying why he had left, a story seemingly not based in reality. She didn't realize how crazy she seemed. They figured her husband had left her, and she had lost it. A dark side of them didn't blame him. How could anyone want to be married to this psycho?
The case would go nowhere, leaving Tammy alone in her home, a home which constantly reminded her of the husband she had lost. This house was full of bad memories, and she would be forced to move. To a small home more befitting her small salary.
She would be obsessed with finding her husband, and getting vengeance against that bitch who stole him. But again, she was fighting a losing battle, not realizing that she would never see either of them again. Her husband was out of reach for her now.
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(Six Months Later)
John couldn't have been happier. He fit into Jessica's life perfectly. All of her friends loved him. All of her coworkers loved him. All of her family loved him. John admired how well Jessica hid the dark side of her nature. At work, and in social settings, she was a total professional. No one except John knew about her dark side. John was the only one Jessica trusted enough to show that side of herself. She trusted him, because she always knew he was her true love. The only clue that might give her dark side away was her penchant for exposing a few inches of juicy cleavage in whatever top she wore. But everyone understood. Her tits were so massive, it'd be impossible not to show them off!
John was not disappointed when he entered into his new life with her. She had not lied about her status. She was a star surgeon, and was admired by most of the other doctors and nurses at the hospital. They were happy to see her settle down with a good man. They all knew she deserved it because she was a catch. Everyone they knew thought they were a perfect couple. A doctor married to a teacher. But if they knew what went on inside their home, if they saw the dark, sexual nature of their relationship, they might not think the same way.
Being the star surgeon she was, she was loaded. She loved living the high life, and was not afraid to flaunt it. She had a mansion, which was always too big for her alone, but now it served as a perfect home for her and her husband. Life as a member of the rich was a very new experience for John, but he settled in as if he had always belonged. The vain side of him loved the fact that he had a gorgeous wife on his arm to show off. At parties, women would see him, dressed in the finest clothes, and would want to sink their claws in him. But then they saw Jessica at his side, wearing one of her expensive dresses that she loved so much. They would see the huge rock on her finger, and a smaller diamond right below it. Those women would see Jessica's body in her tight dress, her long legs, her round ass, her huge tits, and they knew that this bitch had locked down John for good. He wasn't going anywhere.
John still taught, having started at the local prep school as soon as he moved to the city. All the teachers and students loved having him around. The slutty high school girls loved seeing their new high school teacher was this hot guy. Some of them conspired to make a move on him, but they never had the chance. He was always on the move. Little did they know he had to be ready to fuck Jessica whenever she wanted, so that meant many mid-day visits to the hospital to eat his wife's pussy in her office. Or maybe a hard fuck on her desk. Some days, John would have to rush out of school as the bell rang, rush to the hospital and meet his wife as she left surgery. They would go into her office and lock the doors. He would bend her over the desk, pull down her scrubs, and bury his hard dick in her tight ass. Being on her feet all day made her back so sore. A nice hard ass fuck usually cured what ailed her.
The high school sluts never stood a chance. John's balls were being constantly drained, so his eyes never wandered. Why would they when he was married to the hottest slut he had ever met?
So this was John's new life. He would have rough sex, two or three times a day, minimum, with his gorgeous slut of a wife in his dream house after coming home from his dream job. That's of course not counting the fucks they would have at her office. His life was truly perfect. She was everything he had ever wanted in a woman. And he did everything she wanted.
After him and Jessica came down from a hard fuck in their marital bed, Jessica riding his hard dick to a screaming orgasm as he shot his load deep inside her, she moved to his ear and whispered two words.
"I'm pregnant."
John was ecstatic, and he was also was not surprised. With the amount of fucking they did, it was bound to happen. And at the rate they planned to continue fucking, this child would not be their last. John looked up into her eyes and pulled her in to a deep kiss.
He was so happy. Happy for Jessica. She deserved this. She was brilliant. She was gorgeous. She had a perfect body. Sure, she might be a little psycho, but she was too hot for him to be bothered by that. She deserved his baby. She deserved a big family. She deserved to be a mommy.
His dick rejuvenated, he rolled her over and started slamming his dick in and out of her again. He loved her so much. He would never stop fucking her. He would never stop pleasuring her. He owed her everything. She had led him to his new life. She was his dream woman. He loved her.
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*(Author's Note: I just want to again thank everyone for their continued support of my stories. I know this was a long one, and I appreciate those that stuck through it to the end. I will to try to trim these up a bit in the future. I also want to encourage any fans of these types of stories to give writing them a shot. I was a fan for years before deciding to write some myself, tired of waiting for more. This genre of stories is very small, but from I've seen, it's pretty popular. I want to see more of these stories written, so if you're a fan, give it a shot. If I see just one person start writing more of these stories, then I will be happy. If you want to start writing, and you want someone to bounce ideas off of, feel free to leave me a comment. As always, if anyone has any story suggestions, also feel free to send me a comment. My next story should be up soon. It will be called "She Wants More than the Tip." Keep your eyes peeled for it. Thanks.)* |
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I arose late the next day which wasn't unusual for me, I often slept in on a Sunday. Venturing down stairs I was greeted by Jane and Danni in the kitchen.
"You only just caught us, we were just about to leave," Jane said.
"So I see, where are you off too?" I said wiping the sleep from my eyes.
"Wont need this now, hope you don't mind but I thought Danni needed a bit of retail therapy," Jane said scrunching up a note she had intended to leave for me.
"Oh, Yeah okay no problem. It's been a while since you two have spent time together. Take your time, enjoy yourselves," I said.
"Thanks Love. See Danni, I told you He wouldn't mind," Jane said turning to her daughter.
When Danni had turned up the day before all I saw was my wife's daughter. Today when I looked at her I saw a very sexy young woman. She had arrived in t-shirt and shorts which is what she wore now.
Due to our antics together the night before I think we both felt a little awkward in front of my wife. Nothing was said but we both smiled at one another a little sheepishly.
"Thanks for understanding, hope I haven't ruined your weekend," Danni said.
"Don't worry yourself. You haven't ruined our weekend at all, now go and enjoy yourselves," I reassured her. Although I'm sure she knew she hadn't ruined anything, far from it.
As I watched them leave my eyes focussed on Danni's perfect shapely form. Her tight blue shorts left little to the imagination and looking down her legs immediately took my mind back to the previous evening...
I had a lazy day. Reading the Sunday papers, doing the crossword, the odd small job in the garden but nothing too strenuous, it was six o'clock before I knew it. With no sign of the girls yet I fixed myself some dinner.
Normally I proffered a shower but tonight I decided on a bath. No doubt brought on by recent events I paid more attention to my nether region and ended up shaving my scrotum. Something I hadn't done for years.
When me and Jane were still having sexual relations I always kept my balls shaved. Jane used to love it. But after she lost interest I didn't see much point continuing the practice.
As I was drying myself I heard the girls return home. Quickly finishing up and slipping on my white bathrobe I ventured downstairs to greet them...
"Had a good day?" I asked to neither woman in particular.
"Yes it's been fun hasn't it Dan!" Jane said.
"Yeah, just what I needed. Thanks Mum," Danni answered.
There was several shopping bags dumped on the floor beside the sofa where my wife sat rubbing one of her feet.
"Don't think I've walked that far in years, my feet are killing me," Jane said.
"You're getting old Mum. Mind you I'm a bit knackered, I think I'm gonna jump in the bath if you don't mind," Danni said.
"Yeah of course love, you go ahead," Jane said.
Danni grabbed a couple of the shopping bags and disappeared upstairs.
"So did the therapy work?" I asked my wife when the coast was clear.
"Yeah I think it helped anyway. I must admit I have enjoyed the day, it's been good to catch up," Jane said.
"Glad you enjoyed it, you should do it more often," I said.
"Sorry love, I feel I've neglected you," Jane said getting up and holding her arms open.
"Don't be silly, anyway there's always next weekend," I said as we slipped in to an embrace.
"Ah, now I feel more guilty. You've forgotten haven't you. Girls weekend, remember?" Jane said.
"Oh yeah of course. I had forgotten," I said.
"I could easily cancel. It's not fair on you. Yeah I'll cancel," Jane said.
"No no you don't need to cancel, I'm fine really and you've been looking forward to it," I said.
"I just remembered why I married you. Thanks love," Jane said and reached up and kissed me on the cheek.
"Right, sorry to leave you again but I must have a shower and get to bed," Jane said.
Luckily we had a separate shower and bathroom which meant my wife wouldn't have to wait for Danni to finish her bath. Jane picked up the remaining shopping bags and made her way upstairs. Grabbing myself a beer from the fridge I settled down in front of the telly...
Hearing footfalls on the stairs made me look at the time, it was twenty past ten.
"Oh it's you Danni, I thought you'd gone to bed," I said as she walked in to the lounge.
"I was in with Mum but she's just dropped off to sleep, you know what she's like. Do you mind if I join you?" she asked.
"Be my guest," I answered.
I really hadn't expected to see the girl again that night, but I wasn't complaining. As before she sat the opposite end of the sofa.
"So Danni, how are you feeling now? Have you spoked to Sam?" I asked.
Yeah I rang him earlier. He said he's missing me and thinks we need to have a good talk. I told him I'd be home tomorrow and agreed that we needed to talk," Danni said.
"Good I'm pleased to hear it," I said.
"If nothing else this has made me realise that I do love him and I know he loves me. It's just, well you know the problem. Perhaps I'm being unreasonable!" she said.
"I don't think you're being unreasonable at all. At the end of the day you're not happy with your sex life and that's a big thing in a relationship, especially at your age. I should know," I said.
Danni looked at me questionably and I knew she was waiting for more.
"Thing is Danni I had a very similar problem with my first wife. She didn't like giving oral, she thought it was dirty. It left me very frustrated," I explained.
"I had no idea. So is that why your marriage ended? I mean did you look elsewhere, sorry I shouldn't pry," she said.
"It's okay, water under the bridge now anyway. No I didn't look elsewhere as you put it but I think many would have. It wasn't the sole reason we split but things like that fester over time," I said.
"Yeah fester, I can see that. I really do need to sort it out don't I!" she said.
"That's what you need to do. Find out what he dislikes about it. Look on the bright side, you might bring him round. Anyway changing the subject, how did the shopping go?" I asked.
"Oh yeah, got some nice stuff. Do you want to see?" she asked.
"Yeah sure," I said, although I wasn't that bothered, but she seemed so excited to show me.
Danni dashed off upstairs. It was several minutes before she returned. I had expected her to walk in with shopping bags but she now stood in front of me wearing her Mothers dressing gown once again but my eyes were drawn to her legs.
"Thought these might help things along with Sam," she said.
Her legs were adorned in black nylon and when she lifted the hem of her robe up I could see they were stockings together with suspender belt. I then noticed she had a package in her hand which she nearly dropped as she loosened the tie of her robe.
"There you go, the whole ensemble, what do you think?" she asked, a wide smile on her face.
I was speechless. What a sexy sight. In addition to black stockings and suspender belt she wore lacy black bra and panties that were almost see-through.
" I assume from your gaping mouth that you like what you see!" Danni said with a seductive grin.
"Wow Danni, you look good enough to eat!" I said.
"Well that was the idea. I hope Sam thinks the same thing," she said.
I had to cross my legs again.
"I did get some other clothes but I wanted to show you these. Oh yeah, and I got this," she said holding the package up in front of her.
Wrapping her dressing gown loosely around herself Danni sat down next to me on the sofa.
"I got this, and this," she said pulling a smaller package from her pocket and showing me both.
Taking the larger package from her I soon realised what it was. The box read 'Vibro Mate' and through the cellophane window I saw a long thin pink vibrator.
"I've never tried one before and I thought perhaps it would come in handy, at least until I've sorted Sam out. Then I saw this one and thought, well in for a penny, why not!" Danni said.
Examining the smaller package I recognised it immediately. Essentially it was a small vibrator but with a powerful action, her Mother used to have one which we often enjoyed together.
"I'm surprised you didn't already have one to be honest," I said.
"I've often thought I should get one but have never got round to it. It was Mums influence today and the stockings were her suggestion too," Danni explained, lifting her feet off the floor and studying her nylon covered legs.
"I'm not surprised Mums feet were aching, mine are too. We did do a lot of walking. I suppose it would be to much to ask for a foot massage?" she said looking up at me as she leant forward, kneading her right foot with her hand.
It was obvious by the expression on her face that she knew what she was asking of me. Knowing about my fetish, thanks to her Mother, she knew that I wasn't likely to refuse.
"I suppose I could manage that," I said smiling.
I pretended to be nonchalant as though it would be a bit of a chore but of course I was more than happy with the idea, my twitching erection was testament to that.
"Well if you'd rather not!" Danni said, teasingly.
"Come on then, if I must," I said, uncrossing my legs and patting my thighs.
Dropping her new toys on the floor Danni quickly laid herself down on the sofa and placed her feet in my lap. Because of her height, for her feet to reach me her head was barely raised as it rested against the opposite arm of the sofa.
"Oooo that feels good," she said as my thumbs pressed firmly against the ball of her left foot.
Noticing her toenails were painted I tried to discern the colour through the black nylon. Knowing it was more than likely to be the same as her fingernails I looked up to her hands that rested on her belly, fingers entwined, and saw they were a pale pink.
After spending some time massaging each toe in turn I lifted her foot to my face. As I pressed my cheek to the sole Danni seemed to read my mind.
"Shall I take my stockings off?" she asked.
"Undo the straps, I'll take them off," I said.
Danni began to pull the hem of her robe up to gain access to the suspender belt straps but then changed her mind. As our eyes met she pulled her robe open and proceeded to unfasten the clasps.
My gaze was again drawn to her small breasts. Although covered by her new black bra I could still make out the darker skin of the large disks of the areolae under the semitransparent material.
Her stockings now free from constraint, I reached up with both hands and rolled the nylon down the thigh of her left leg a few inches and then reaching back up, caressed the soft bare skin that I had just uncovered. Looking up further I could just make out her pussy lips pressed against her panties.
Rolling the nylon down to the ankle Danny lifted her leg to let me remove the stocking. With her foot now bare I lifted it again to my face and kissed the tip of each toe. As I slipped the tip of my tongue between the big toe and its neighbour Danni's right foot snaked under my bathrobe and released my twitching erection.
"Mmmm yeah, there's my lovely friend," Danni said.
I took her big toe between my lips and sucked, although 'big' wasn't really a word you could associate with any aspect of this petite young girl.
"Oh God, that's definitely going on my 'do again' list," she said.
I explored between all of her toes with my tongue and sucked on each, one by one. Kissing and licking down the sole before laying her foot back in my lap, my intention was to repeat the process on her right leg, but Danni had a different idea.
"That looks so hot, I need to get a pic of that," she said pulling her mobile phone from her dressing gown pocket.
Raising herself to a sitting position to gain a better view she snapped a couple of pictures of my erect penis sandwiched between her one bare and one nylon covered feet. I had to admit, it was an erotic sight especially for someone with a foot fetish.
"You need to be careful having pictures like that on your phone. What if Sam saw them?" I said with genuine concern.
"Don't worry, he never looks at my phone and I wont be showing anyone else. Well, perhaps Talia, but no one else," she said.
"Who's Talia?" I asked with alarm.
"She's my best friend, we share everything," Danni replied, unconcerned.
While we talked Danni's concentration was on my penis between her feet that she constantly jiggled around.
"My poor friend, he's been crying and his tears have made my feet wet," Danni said in a child-like way.
"I think he needs a hug!" she continued in the same tone.
Within a moment Danni was kneeling on the floor between my legs that she had pushed wide open.
"Oh Wow, you've shaved. I've never seen shaved balls before. Now that's one for my 'must do' list," she said.
"Is that to remind you to shave your own balls?" I said to wind her up.
She giggled but didn't take her eyes off my scrotum.
"I mean Sam, I must get him to shave his. The skin's so smooth and soft, it feels so nice," she said running the fingers of her right hand all over my freshly shaved balls.
Leaning forward Danni pressed her left cheek against my erection just as she had done the previous evening. Bringing her left hand up to press my shaft to her cheek she realised she still held her phone. Reaching over to place it on the sofa next to me she hesitated.
"Could you take some pics?" she said with that dirty little smile on her face again.
Taking the phone from her I studied the screen and quickly located the appropriate button. Meantime Danni had discarded her dressing gown and was now running her face all over my stiff shaft.
"Go on, take one like this," she said.
Danni struck a pose with the tip of her tongue touching my shaft just below the knob while she looked directly at the camera. I had to steady my hands as I framed the shot. The scene was so erotic.
"I've got an Idea," she said and reached behind her back.
My cock twitched wildly when she pulled her bra off exposing her perfect little breasts. She held my shaft in her left hand and brought her right breast down to rub her stiff nipple across my wet knob.
"Go on, take a pic," Danni said.
Satisfied that the moment had been captured Danni proceeded to run her nipple all over my helmet. She seemed determined to coat the whole of her dark brown areola with pre-cum which seemed to be in constant supply.
After coating her other nipple and areola with juice she guided my erection between her small mounds and did her best to press each breast against the sides of the shaft with her hands.
"If only my tits were bigger I could give you a tit wank," she said looking up.
"Do you hear me complaining? Anyway your tits are perfect just the way they are!" I said looking in to her seductive blue eyes.
Smiling at my comment she returned her attention back to her task. Doing her best to wrap her small breasts around my shaft she began to slowly raise and lower herself. On each downward stroke my knob bulged and a tear of juice forced its way out of the eye.
If I had let myself succumb I could easily of shot my load but I kept my concentration, but I was severely challenged when Danni began licking the tip of my knob every time it came in range of her mouth.
"I'm desperate to taste you girl! Do you want to sit on my face?" I asked, knowing I couldn't take much more.
"Erm, well, okay then," Danni said, her face lighting up with a cheeky grin.
Backing away from me she stood up and waited to see where I was going to position myself. I placed the mobile phone on the sofa and throwing a cushion down on the floor I laid down on the carpet and dragged the cushion under my head.
"Best slip those knickers off!" I said.
Moments later I reached for the discarded knickers that had been dropped to the floor and held them to my face.
"Smell good?" Danni asked seeing me sniff at the wet gusset.
"Yeah, they're alright I suppose," I said, pretending I wasn't impressed.
She knew I was joking. Playfully she very gently kicked my cock with her right foot which was still covered in black nylon.
"You sod, well in that case you wont want this on your face," she said, standing with one foot either side of my chest and running her hands up either side of her pussy.
Of course the truth was her panties were soaked with her juices and smelt amazing and I couldn't wait to bury my face between her legs.
"Not that you've got a choice," she said.
Looking directly in to my eyes Danni lowered herself over me and until her knees touched the floor either side of my head. Her clitoris poked out from beneath its hood and her wet pussy lips glistened in the light.
" Oh Fuck!" Danni exclaimed from the feel of my tongue parting her lips and slipping inside.
I was taken by surprise by the gush of juice that poured out. It was as though I'd opened a flood gate. I opened my mouth to catch the sweet nectar and revelled in the taste.
I licked and kissed all around her lips and flicked her clit with my nose as my tongue wriggled its way back inside her, this time delving deeper.
"Oh, Oh Yeah," Danni uttered.
While my tongue fucked her tight little pussy I glanced up the length of the young body above me that was now gently rocking around and reached up with my right hand and caressed her left breast. Danni's hand covered mine to encourage me not to stop.
Withdrawing my tongue I nibbled on each of her protruding pussy lips before sucking on her swollen clit.
"OH FUCK!" Danni shouted a little too loudly.
"Have you ever tried a sixty-nine?" I asked, laying my head back on the cushion.
"Oh God! I was nearly there. A sixty-nine, no I haven't. Oh Christ Yeah, Lets Do It!" Danni said enthusiastically when she eventually worked out what I meant.
I'd barely had time to blink when I saw Danni's gorgeous bum sliding towards my face. She had moved like greased lightning to get in position. Although my penis had softened a little it was being quickly revived under Danni's eager touch.
"I've never seen so much pre cum, your cock is laying in a puddle!" Danni said.
I was rock hard again in seconds. Danni had one hand wrapped around the shaft while her tongue eagerly licked at the knob.
"I love the taste of your pre cum but I need to taste your spunk," she said.
I ran my tongue up her pussy lips a few times, my hands caressed every millimetre of her body that I could reach. I felt Danni's lips slip over my glans while she wanked on my shaft.
I managed to slip a finger inside her pussy and stretching my neck licked between her bum cheeks. Hearing Danni's reaction spurred me on and I flicked my tongue over her arsehole.
"Mmmmm, Mmmm, MMMMM," she muttered, her mouth full of cock.
With my finger still fucking her dripping cunt I managed to stroke her sensitive clit with my thumb.
"OH FUCKING HELL!" Danni cried out after pulling her mouth off my knob.
"Oh Yes, keep doing, Oh Yeah, Lick my arse, Oh Fuck," she was struggling to breath.
Somehow Danni still managed to keep wanking my throbbing shaft albeit periodically, and managed an occasional lick of my knob. It was enough!
Danni rocked her bum up and down while I thrust my hips faster and faster as I began to shoot my load.
"OHOHOH," Danni cried out.
Her body went rigid and she held her breath as her whole being was consumed by an orgasm. Her hand, although now still on my shaft, held me like a vice and I felt each throb of rising spunk strain against her grip...
After several minutes Danni climbed off of me and we both sat back on the sofa side by side, her head laying against my arm, her face wet with spunk. She seemed to slip in to a daydream.
The fingers of her left hand gently stroked my spent penis while her right hand stroked between her own legs. Occasionally she would lift one or other hand to her face and lick her fingers, tasting either her own cum or mine, sometimes sniffing her fingers first.
"I've never had my arse licked before. That was something else!" Danni said.
"Is that something else to add to one of your lists?" I asked, laughing.
Danni giggled, "Most definitely," she said and giggled again.
"But I think I need a new list for that," she said.
"Okay, so what's the name of the new list?" I asked.
"I think it's got to be the 'Can't live without' list," she said, we both laughed together... |
Still Waters Ch. 03 | 9,449 | 4.78 | 1,832,991 | [
"pregnant",
"werewolves",
"love",
"grief",
"lust"
] | *Hello everyone,
Today, I present chapter 3. Simply read and enjoy. This is a story about Evangeline and Declan. So, from this point on, the story must go on. I apologize in advance for any errors that I missed.
All of the characters are over 18. Please enjoy and share your thoughts. I am working on chapter 4.*
Chapter 3
Evangeline needed to do something. She needed to scream. She needed to run. Her father was gone. Kina just told her that she and Reggie were staying a while so she didn't have to be so focused on Momma. Lani and Benia decided to stay a few extra days too. She knew that her sisters were concerned about her. She pretended to be fine, but deep down her heart had been ripped from her chest.
Running until her legs gave, Evangeline collapsed near the river. She was completely on the other side, off of pack lands. But, she didn't care. She needed time. Evangeline's body shook. She closed off her bonds and cried. She could not cry with her family. She didn't want to cause her mother any distress. But here, in the forest, she could cry.
Declan was worried about his mate. She was so focused on her mom that she neglected herself. Since they had not joined, he could not send to her, but deep down he knew she needed him somehow.
*Deacon, I need to find Evangeline. Will you help me look?* He sent.
The brothers went out. Declan knew she was near the river. He learned that when she was upset, she would often go there. At first, he did not see her. So they searched even longer and listened. In the distance, Deacon heard a sound. They took off. Stopping at the edge of pack lands, the brothers looked at each other. Would Evangeline leave pack lands? Declan knew that in her state of mind right now, she might not be thinking clearly. They stopped and soon, they heard someone sobbing and
Declan's heart broke. He rushed to her. He held her as she grieved. He never lost a loved one. The closest they came was Bo. He had a heart attack and they were not sure he'd recover. That was terrifying, but to lose a parent was devastating. Declan simply wanted to take her and wrap her in cotton wool to keep her safe.
Evangeline cried, and for the first time since that night she talked.
"Daddy should be here." She sobbed. "How could I not know he was sick?" Deacon stayed near, but did not interfere.
"Every night, every night, I checked on them and he never even hinted that something was wrong. I'm angry. I'm so angry. Momma is so mean. If she wasn't so mean, maybe daddy would have gotten help."
She continues to vent. "Deep down, I know this isn't her fault. It isn't my fault, but she was his mate. How could she not know he was sick? If she wasn't so mean, maybe he would have said something." Declan let her release her pain.
She knew that she had no control over this situation, but she questioned how she missed so many warnings. Her father was more tired than usual. Her father was always quiet, but maybe she should have paid more attention. In the end, she knew that nothing would have changed this outcome.
She cried for her Mom. "Momma has no one now. She has no one. He loved her, despite how she mean she was being. What will happen to her without him?" Her mom, the woman that everyone feared, had no one now. She was truly alone. Yes, she had her daughters, but they had their own lives. She was torn because she didn't want to stay here. She wanted to live, but she could not leave her mother alone.
Declan listened. He had no answers. However, his job was to take care of her. "She has you. She has your sisters. She has her pack. Ms. Bertha is not alone." He whispered. "Listen, she has so many people around her that care. It's going to be alright, love." His heart broke for Ms. Bertha, but she was tough and he believed she would be fine. He'd stay as long as Evangeline needed to, but if at any time, staying became detrimental for his mate, they were going home to Wildwood.
Soon, she quieted. "You know daddy was always happy. He always smiled. Even when Momma was at her worst, he would do something to make us laugh. He would not want me to be sad and crying all of the time. I'm going to be ok. I'll help momma if she lets me, but I will do what I need to be happy too."
Declan did not respond. He just held her close. Deacon walked over to them. Soon the three returned to Jackson. Evangeline dried her tears and took a moment to make sure evidence of her breakdown was not visible. Tasha was aware of their return. She sent to Evangeline and the young woman responded that she was going to be ok. *Come to the alpha home.* Tasha sent. Evangeline went right away. It was then that Evangeline saw her mother smiling, surrounded by little ones. Her sisters and their spouses were with them. It did not take long for her to recognize her nieces and nephews.
Evangeline smiled as her siblings proudly introduced her to their offspring. But that wasn't all that surprised her. It was the look of pure adoration on her mother's face when she looked at the children. Evangeline stopped, and for the first time since that horrible day, she felt a sense of relief. She knew that her father was looking out for them.
Declan and Deacon were welcomed into the DuPont family fold. The twins had questions. Cam Jr. was wary. But eventually, he warmed to the two men. Kyron simply laughed at the two men as they dealt with the third degree from his niece and nephews. Deacon loved kids. At Wildwood, he spent as much time coaching as most of the fathers. The best part was he never had to discipline, just have fun. Declan, on the other hand, was nervous. If these kids disapproved, well, he'd just have to bribe them.
Everyone simply laughed and relaxed and accepted Deacon and Declan as honorary members of the Jackson pack. The brothers had a few more days to spend together before Deacon had to return home. A few nights before he left, Deacon and Declan talked.
"So, you and Evangeline will come to Wildwood in a few weeks?" deacon asked.
Declan nodded. "Yes, her family is here and I want to be sure her mom is OK. Then I'll ask her to come home with me. We'll call to let you all know for sure when we're coming home."
"I see why you like staying here. This place is fantastic. It's so peaceful here. And the women are phenomenal." Deacon declared.
Declan laughed, "Ok, brother, be careful. You might find yourself with something more than a good time. Be careful."
Deacon shrugged, "No woman will capture me until I'm ready." He declared.
"Yea, but if you get one of these girls pregnant, Alpha Lakota, Alpha Ryelle, Momma, Dad, and Alpha Ryelle will be after your behind." Declan reminded him.
Deacon sighed. He forgot the special proclivity of dark wolves. He stopped. He was indiscriminate. There was the possibility.
"Declan, I have to go." Deacon went out to find the young lady he was spending a lot of his time with.
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There was only one girl that he spent time with. Olivia Jackson was everything he dreamed of. She was smart, sassy, daring. She took him to heights sexually that he'd never been. It was amazing that she was so prolific at such a young age. Deacon started out trying to teach her, but she made him beg. He first met Olivia on his first visit to Jackson with Kwame and Alexia. She ignored him completely.
Once they left, the caramel beauty was never far from his thoughts. When he returned at Declan's request, he made it his business to meet and get to know Ms. Olivia Jackson. He learned she was an alpha niece, and her father was one of the most deadly of betas. She was not a girl to trifle with, yet he pursued her anyway.
When Willie DuPont died, she was extremely vulnerable, and he was worried about his brother. That was their first night. They were two scared, lonely souls seeking comfort. After that night, he was with her as often as he could be. She was adventurous. When she wanted him, he was ready. Olivia was very demanding, and he never wanted to disappoint her. For a moment, he secretly hoped that his fear was realized, but in truth it was too soon to really know.
Olivia Jackson was alone at her apartment. She knew. Her dad would be ticked off. Her alpha would have questions. She had questions. This was impossible. She had to be mistaken. Yet, she never felt this ill before. Olivia thought back over the last week. She was careful. There was only one slip up, and he was fair. Fair Weres were not fertile unless they were mated. She had to be mistaken. It was way too soon to know for sure.
Like a bad dream, someone knocked. Kashira was at her parents and she had a key. She checked her bond with her parents, and they were occupied. She checked on her little brothers, they were busy. Who could be at the door? Olivia checked only to find, Deacon standing on the other side of her door.
Opening her door, excited but not wanting him to know, Olivia put on her annoyed face.
"Deacon, what a great surprise! Tell me, do you enjoy being beat up?" She asked.
Deacon smiled, "It depends. Who's giving me the beating?" The girls in the hall laughed. Olivia frowned at them and grabbed his arm. Pulling him quickly, she hissed, "Get in here."
Deacon walked inside. He'd never been in her apartment before and he knew she had a roommate, but he could not help nut look around. There was so much to know about Olivia.
"What do you want Deacon? You know I have rules?" Olivia stated, curious.
Deacon became the aggressor. Snatching her in his arms, he took the dominant role. "Baby girl, don't get things twisted. I let you do what you want because I enjoy it, but don't think that you truly control me."
Olivia hissed. "Sorry, why are you here?"
"I was talking with Declan and he said some things. We haven't been very careful, and I wanted to know is there a chance you could become pregnant?" Declan asked. He watched her carefully. They had not been involved long, but he knew her enough to read her facial cues.
Olivia set her expression. "You have nothing to worry about wolf. You're safe where that is concerned."
Deacon waited. "Why am I safe?" he paused. "Kwame got Alexia pregnant their first time. I know that dark Weres can conceive without being mated. Why am I immune?"
"You're fair. Dark male Weres can procreate, not fair Weres.' Olivia explained.
Deacon should have been relieved, but he wasn't. If she was carrying his child, would she let him know? He'd have to wait. He would check back in a few months and if Olivia Jackson was indeed pregnant, with or without her alpha's approval, they would mate.
Olivia knew what he was thinking. "No, no, I know what you're thinking. I am not ready to mate with anyone. Besides, what if you meet your real mate, do you really want to be here with me? I am not expecting, so you have no need to be concerned."
Deacon didn't want to argue. "Olivia, I want to see the healers. I'm asking them to check and see if it's a possibility. If it's possible, I'm going to your father."
"Why? My dad is too serious. He has no idea I'm even dating. You tell him we slept together, and he might go ballistic." Olivia sighed,. "Trust me, Deacon; there is no need to worry."
Deacon smiled. This girl fascinated him. "I want to make sure. Besides, if you are right, then we have nothing to worry about."
Olivia crossed her arms and huffed. She prayed he was right, but deep down she suspected that he might be fertile. In a few months, there would be a new addition to the pack and her dad would blow a gasket.
"Come on. Let's go." Olivia ordered.
Jenna the pack healer was at the clinic. She could check Deacon and alleviate their fears.
Deacon followed her, amongst the wolves that stared as they walked out. Olivia and Deacon entered the healer's office and Jenna was surprised. Olivia explained what was happening and Jenna frowned.
"Declan, both of your parents are Fair Weres?" she asked.
Declan frowned, "No my mother is Latina, my father is white."
Jenna frowned, "So you're mixed?"
"Well, yea, but it doesn't matter." Deacon explained. Some part of him felt defensive.
Jenna stopped. "I need a sample." She gave him a white cup.
Deacon looked at both women and asked, "Now?"
Jenna smiled, "Yes, I have some magazines if you need help.." She teased.
Deacon grumbled. "Fine, I'll get it done."
Olivia had a seat to wait. Soon, Deacon exited the private room, sample in hand. Jenna took the sample for testing.
*He was fertile. Like Dark Weres, he could procreate without being mated.* Jenna was stunned. This proclivity had only been found in Dark Weres. As far as she knew, no other race shared this ability. She sent to her Madam Alpha. Tasha was shocked. *Jenna, can you ask for a second sample and retest. There might be a mistake*
Tasha sent.
Jenna came out. "Deacon, I need a new sample. I need to retest it."
Deacon frowned, but took the cup she offered and after a few minutes gave her a new sample. Olivia was even more nervous now. Something was not right.
Jenna had the nurse bring Deacon and Olivia in. "I studied both samples. Deacon, your cells are viable. You can procreate without being mated. It's your Latino makeup that's allowing this to happen."
Olivia froze. "Wait, what?" she asked.
Deacon stood. "I need to see your father."
Jenna stopped him. "Olivia, do you think you might be pregnant?"
Olivia nodded. "I have a test we can do. It's not perfect, but maybe it can tell us something." Olivia agreed. She provided a sample for the healer and Jenna was surprised.
"I think you both need to talk to your father. I want to see you in a week. We need to start you on a prenatal regiment." Jenna explained.
Deacon was stunned. Olivia was shocked. This was possibly the most unexpected thing that could happen. Deacon smiled as Olivia glared at him.
"Olivia, it will be okay. I promise. " deacon whispered.
"Shut up, Deacon," Olivia hissed, as she tried to figure out how to explain this to her dad without him going after Deacon. She walked away. Leaving a grinning Deacon staring at her.
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Declan and Evangeline were at his apartment. Declan made sandwiches for them. Evangeline was quiet. He talked as he served her, telling her about the things going on when he worked. He talked about Deacon and the how helpful he was in the pack right now. Evangeline simply watched him, and then she smiled.
"Thank you." She whispered.
Declan stopped.
"You don't treat me differently. You never change. Thank you." She whispered again.
Declan kneeled before her. "Baby, I wish I could take every awful thing that has happened away from you and hide you in the safety of my arms. I can't change anything, but I can care for you. I love you, Evangeline. I want to spend my life loving you."
Evangeline stopped breathing. She was speechless. This man, this wonderful man loved her, and she knew it was true. This man was made for her. With him, she could have the family she always wanted.
"Declan, I'm yours. Mate with me, make me yours tonight." She whispered.
Declan never was more aroused. Yet he paused. "Evangeline, are you sure. A lot has happened?"
She looked deep in his eyes. "No one is promised tomorrow. I want to live my life. I want that life to be with my mate. I want my life with you."
Standing, Evangeline unzipped the dress she wore, and it dropped. She stood before him in the tiniest dark green, lace underwear he'd ever seen. "She smiled, and Declan had no argument left in him. She turned, looked over her shoulder and whispered, "My mate, we are ready for you." She then walked away. Declan jumped up and quickly followed.
Declan followed her. Even though they'd known each other intimately before, this time he was truly nervous. It made no sense.
"Evangeline," he whispered.
She stopped and turned to him. "Baby, are you sure because if you change your mind, it will kill me."
Evangeline smiled, "For the first time in my life, I am more than sure. You're mine Declan. It's time we became one. She lay across his bed. "Now, my mate, come claim what's yours."
She had to say no more. Declan joined her quickly. Because tonight was so special, he needed to make sure he took care of her. Her needs needed to be met. He wanted her to remember this night more than anything. After tonight, Evangeline DuPont would be Evangeline Pritchard, mate of Declan Pritchard, and a permanent part of his family.
For the first was no longer shy and undemanding, she was vocal. "Declan, stop playing and love me right." She hissed.
Declan laughed, "Wait, woman, I'm getting there, but first, I must explore my prize."
He took his time. Kissing every inch of her skin, Declan explored her body as if he was an archeologist examining a precious find. Her neck, shoulder, breast, stomach and navel knew the slippery feel of his tongue. Soon she was completely nude and ready. Not willing to wait,, Evangeline issued orders,
"Declan if you make me wait any longer, I promise." He chuckled.
"Promise what? You're mine to enjoy Evangeline and tonight, I plan to indulge my every fantasy." Declan hissed, diving into her nectar, swirling his lounge deftly and surely against her maiden hood, making her plead with him for release. But he was not done.
Evangeline was a passionate woman, and tonight he wanted to see how far she would go before soaring into the abyss with hm. This night, he was determined to mark his woman and make sure she knew once and for all no other man would ever satisfy her. Tonight, they became one.
"Come for me, 'Vange. Give me your nectar," Declan whispered, and she did. Copious amounts of cum gushed from her body and he drank her nectar greedily. No longer willing to wait, Declan slid up her body, positioning himself between her quivering thighs and entered her in one strong stroke.
So lost in sensation was Evangeline that she cried out at his entry and then their dance of love began. Moving ever so slowly, Declan claimed her body. He stared in her eyes as the connected. "I love you," he whispered, and Evangeline whispered the words back to him. Pumping slowly, Declan was lost in the silky feel of this amazing woman as she enveloped him inside of her warm, vivacious body. No other woman would ever satisfy him as his Evangeline did now. No other woman could compare to her. Her body began to quake. The need to mark her mate strong, as her wolf took dominance. Declan knew and he was ready. He'd waited it seemed like forever for this moment, and now his only desire was to feel her bite. He needed to be marked, but more than that he needed to mark his woman.
"Evange!" he gasped, "Please." He whimpered.
Her wolf surged forward and claimed her male. Declan howled, for her bite was so exquisite, so earth shattering, that he could not contain himself. No longer in control, his wolf arose, and Evangeline was ready.
"Yes," she hissed, and he clamped down on her neck, driving both of them into a mind blowing climax. Evangeline's body convulsed, as a myriad of sensations flooded her system. She felt as if she was flying and sinking at the same time, and then she felt loved. She felt so loved and cherished that no one would ever be able to cause her pain again.
"Please, Evange, please," Declan pleaded, as they both quaked in ecstasy. The two bodies flew into the abyss, where for a moment in time they solely existed alone.
Unaware of others, Declan and Evangeline's mating had a profound impact on Jackson. Everyone felt their joining. Tasha and Ryelle smiled, even a little jealous that this moment was so special for these two. Other pack members smiled, so happy for the shy, too serious young woman that deserved this happiness. Soon, everyone looked around. Only one person would dread this moment, and she had already been dealt a hard blow. The pack members stopped and looked to Bertha.
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Bertha was talking with Betty, when something shifted and she knew. Her youngest daughter was now mated. Bertha smiled. Surprisingly, she knew that now, Evangeline would be fine. She just had to let go. Everyone worried about her youngest daughter. She was hard on the girl, but after her sisters left, she wanted to keep her as close to her as she could.
As a young woman, those who loved you were often the hardest on you, because they wanted you to be tough. Bertha would not lie to herself, secretly, she never wanted Evangeline to go, but now she knew she had too.
Betty paused.
"Bertha, are you alright?" she asked concerned because for a few moments the other woman seemed to slip into a trance.
"I'm fine, Abettia. I will be fine. All of my daughters are home. I have beautiful grand pups, and I had a mate that loved me despite of myself. Now, my youngest has mated and she will have a wonderful life away from me. It is what it is. I am fine. I am always fine." Bertha paused. She wanted to be alone. "If you will excuse me, I need rest." Bertha left.
Reggie knew. "Babe, I'm checking on Mama." He followed her.
"Oh, Reginald, what do you need son?" Bertha asked barely able to hold herself together.
"Mama, I'm here and I'm not leaving, even when you try to push me away. Like I said before, I got you. We got you." Reggie whispered.
The tears spilled. Bertha wanted to lash out, to scream expletives at him to make him leave, but she could not. Reggie pulled her into his arms and held her close. He sent to Kina, *Mama needs you.* She joined him. She hugged her mother too. Bertha cried in their safe embrace, and it was then that Kina understood what her mate said before. They were Kingsley, and the took care of their own.
"I'm sorry. I'm alright. You two go get your babies. Send time with them. I just need some time alone. I'm fine. I promise." Reggie and Kina shared a look.
"OK, Momma. I'm taking them to the apartment Alpha Ryelle is letting us use, but first we need to make sure you're alright. Listen, we're staying a while. I know we have had our differences, but I'm here for you momma." Kina whispered. She hugged her mother. It was awkward, but the fact that Bertha held on to her so tightly let Kina know that maybe she wasn't as fine as she pretended to be.
Lani and Benia were waiting. They were concerned, but could not extend their stay more than a few days. Each had responsibilities at Kingsley and with Kina staying they would cover her post for her.
Kina sent to her sisters that she was with their mom but she was alright. They told her that they would take the kids for a walk. "Momma, the kids want to go for a walk. It's beautiful today. Come with us." Kina suggested.
Bertha smiled. "Kina," She sighed. "They are beautiful. You and Reggie are doing a great job with them. I know I was always hard on you, but despite what you thought, I just wanted you ready to face the world. I never said this, but out of all of your sisters, you are so much like me that it scared me. My past has colored a lot of the way I see things and I wanted you to be stronger than I was. I love you, Kina. You are my first born, and despite everything, I am so proud of you.
Reggie is a good man. He is the perfect mate for you. I'm sure he gets on your nerves, but that's ok. He loves you. And in truth, that's all I wanted for all four of you. I wanted you to find the love you truly deserve. I love you, Kina. I don't want to leave this world without you knowing that."
Kina was stunned. For years, all she wanted was validation from her mother, but Bertha was so hard. Her father let her know he loved her every time she called, but she rarely spoke to her mom. When she found her mate at Kingsley, Bertha did not approve. She left home vowing never to return. Now, she stood, stunned. "I love you too, momma." Kina whispered.
Bertha hugged her daughter, not feeling as sad anymore. "Now, why don't you and Reggie spend time with the kids? I'll join you all for dinner."
Kina relaxed "You promise?" She asked. Not sure how to react to this more docile side of her mother.
Bertha smiled, a twinge of sadness still in her eyes. "I'll be there." She then turned and went to her room.
Kina sent to Lani and Benia. Her sisters and their mates joined her. She told them about the conversation with their mom. The other girls were surprised. Lani felt a twinge of jealousy. She wished momma loved her, even a little. Bertha knew. She felt her anger, her hurt. She sent to her second daughter, *Daughter mine, I love you. You reminded me so much of myself in my youth, that I wanted to shield you. I went about it the wrong way and drove you away. But even though I made a horrible mistake, I never stopped loving you.* Bertha showered her daughter with love. Lani cried. Cam held her closed as Benia now received a message from Momma also.
Lani was stunned as her mother now spoke to her mentally. She could feel the pain Bertha tried to hide, and her heart broke for her mother. It was then she wondered, *Was Momma trying to leave them too?*
*"Momma, I'm coming to your room. Let me in."* She sent. Her mate started to follow when she asked him to wait. Within moments Benia was knocking on her mother's door.
Bertha knew. She had a lot to answer for. She opened the door before Lani could knock.
"Sit, Lani. Let me explain." Bertha whispered.
For the next hour, Bertha told her daughter her story. Lani listened, but the hurt little girl inside did not truly understand.
"Momma, you were so hard on me. Nothing I did was ever enough." She whispered. Bertha listened. She knew that for once, she needed to allow Lani to release her pain, much of which she caused.
Lani unloaded. Bertha listened. Which each cry, her heart broke even more. She knew she was not a very affectionate mother, but the damage she'd caused her children was irreparable it seemed. How the fates could had gotten this so wrong. They took the wrong person. Willie should still be here.
Soon, Lani quieted. She felt at peace. Just having her mother listen lifted a weight. It was then she made her final confession. "Cam and I were intimate. I conceived CJ. I left because I knew you'd be furious." She sobbed. "I think daddy knew. Once he said he'd like to meet his grandchild, but I played it off. He never will meet daddy because I was a coward."
"No, this is my fault. I was too difficult. But Lani, he is so proud of you, and your son reminds me of hm. Cam Jr. is the image of his grandfather. You just hold your head up, and I'm sorry my stubbornness caused you this pain. I can't change what I've done, but I promise to be a better mom." Bertha vowed.
Lani hugged her mother. Bertha whispered. "I love you Lani, never doubt that."
Lani believed her, and her heart opened. For the first time since she was younger, she felt content. She thought of her dad, and she felt his love. She could have ranted, raged, and yelled, but what good would that do. It was time to move on and try to have a relationship with her mom.
"OK, Momma, I'll let you rest, but we'll be waiting for you tonight." Lani whispered.
Bertha smiled. "I'll be there." She closed the door as her daughter went back to join her mate. Bertha felt relieved. She had two more branches to extend. Benia and Evangeline would be with them tonight. Shed talk to both girls and maybe, just maybe, her family could reunite once and for all.
In the hereafter, Willie DuPont watched. He knew he was not to interfere, but just this once, he needed to help his mate heal the chasm between her and their children]n. Chief Joe joined him. "Well grant you time. Help heal your family." He whispered.
Willie smiled and his heavenly intervention began.
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Evangeline was hungry, but not for food. As much as Declan wanted to indulge in the sweetness of his woman, he felt they needed to go to dinner. He'd reached out to his alpha, but Evangeline had not become a member of Gaines. He did not become a member of Jackson. This was strange. As far as he knew, the newly joined wolves belonged to a pack.
"Babe, we need to go to dinner. I promise, when we get back, I will indulge in each and every one of your fantasies." Declan whispered.
Evangeline giggled. "They'll know. I bet they will be staring at us when we enter." She huffed.
Declan smiled, "Good, I want them to know that you are my woman and if another wolf looks at you, I'm taking him on." He teased.
Evangeline laughed. "Can we go by my house first? I need fresh clothes."
"Yes, pack everything. I want you to stay here with me." Declan explained.
Evangeline frowned. "Declan. We don't belong to just one pack. Is that normal?"
Declan frowned, "I don't know.. I do know that no matter what my life is with you. Now woman, let's get you home so we can go to dinner."
The newly mated couple entered the dining hall. Everyone looked. Alpha Ryelle and Madam Alpha Tasha greeted them. Declan was puzzled. Ryelle smiled, "Sometimes it takes a little longer for the fates to decide. You two will join a pack soon, don't fret." Ryelle explained. In truth, he'd never known for this to happen, but he was certain that the fates knew what they were doing.
Everyone looked as Bertha and her daughters entered. Evangeline was nervous. Declan held her hand. Bertha walked over to them. She looked him in the eye. She frowned and she said in a staged whispered. "No one is good enough for my baby girl, but you're darn close, Declan. Welcome to the family." Everyone sighed. Evangeline relaxed.
Kani and Lani laughed. This was certainly different from what their mates endured. Reggie and Cam sent their mates huge hugs, and the family chose a table and got the kids settled. Of course the twins wanted to sit with decal and Evangeline. They asked where Deacon was, and Declan explained he was joining them shortly.
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Meanwhile, Deacon returned to Declan's apartment. He was going to be a father. He was going to have a son or daughter. His dad was going to kick his ass. He'd kick what was left after Jebutu finished with him. Then he smiled. It didn't matter. He'd take both ass kickings gladly if that meant he and Olivia could raise their child together. Deacon sighed. He needed to tell Declan. But not right now. He'd let him know later. His brother was dealing with a lot already. Besides, he now had a new sister. Evangeline DuPont Pritchard was a welcomed member to his family.
*The end of chapter 3
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"I'm hurrying," she said.
"I didn't say anything," Stewart said. He couldn't help breaking out in a grin. He cast his eyes down to her cleavage. Leah was a surfer girl with a long, lean, tight body and she had no problem showing it off.
"You're totally packed?" she said.
"I am."
"You've got your get-hard medicine?"
Stewart laughed. "You've got to stop calling it that."
"What? That's what it is."
He took his hands off the tops of his wheels and trailed them across her stomach then grabbed hold of her hips. "It needs to be refrigerated. I'm just going to bring Viagra."
Leah pushed the duffel bag off his lap and climbed on in its place. Stewart pulled her closer to him, felt her breasts pressed against his chest. He whispered into her hair, "We don't have to go, you know."
"A bit late now, we've already got tickets." She kissed his ear. "You just think your aunt is going to hate me."
"Staying home would just be so much more fun," he replied.
She sat back and he continued to hold her on his lap by her hips. She was wearing a skirt, and he slid his hands underneath to find smooth skin without any underwear. She had a drawer full of gorgeous matching panties and bras, but she almost never wore any of them. He turned his hand over to graze her sides. The palms of his hands were so callused that he could feel more from the backs of his fingers.
"How much time do we have before Jeff gets here?" she said. He watched her raspberry red lips move across her teeth. He loved the tiny puckering sound that her lips always made when she spoke.
"Probably about ten minutes."
"I'm done packing," Leah declared. "Give me an orgasm before we have to go."
"Hold on tight," Stewart said. With Leah still on his lap, he pushed his wheelchair forward and stopped in front of their sofa. He set the brake and she grinned at him before slowly leaning back so her torso was supported on the sofa, but her legs were still wrapped around his wheelchair. He lifted her skirt and gazed down at her honey-colored skin and the open lips of her pussy, just waiting to be filled. She had thrown her head back and her eyes were closed, her arms up behind her neck.
He slowly moved the backs of his hands up either side of her inner thighs. She shivered and he could feel her toes slipping under his shirt and pinching into the flesh just above where his sensation ended. She knew his body as well as he did. With little circular movements, Stewart teased the skin where the tops of Leah's long legs met her torso.
She whimpered and slid her hips closer to him. He smiled, knowing that he was giving her exactly what she wanted. With the tip of one finger he touched the edge of her clit as gently as he would a soap bubble he wanted to hold. It grew hard and tight under his touch. Sweet smelling sticky moisture was dripping from Leah and pooling on Stewart's pants.
He switched his thumb to the outside and slid two fingers into the tight opening, feeling Leah's body wrap around him like a Chinese finger trap. She moaned and rolled her body into his strokes. As she became wetter and wetter, his fingers moved faster, slipping in and out in a building tempo. Her feet gripped him so tightly that he knew her toenails would leave marks.
Suddenly her hips bucked and she dragged her fingers through her hair as she cried out. Her legs flopped back down to rest on his lap and her whole body shivered as it relaxed.
There was a knock on the door. Leah sat up so fast her hair flew forward over her shoulders. She grinned at Stewart. "Ride's here," she said.
While Leah smoothed her hair, Stewart rolled to the door and opened it to their friend. Looking back and forth between them, Jeff said, "I don't even want to know what you two have been up to."
Leah grinned and socked him in the arm. "Let's go," she said.
Stewart followed with the bags on his lap.
When they got to LAX, Jeff parked Stewart's car along the curb and opened the back door to get out the wheelchair.
"Hang on," Stewart said, opening his door. Jeff stopped and walked around the car. Leah had already gotten out. "This is how it's going to work," Stewart continued. "I want you to leave my chair here. Leah, go and fetch one of those airport attendants with the crappy chairs. When we get to South Carolina my uncle will bring a chair I have there. Leave this chair in the car for when we get back."
Jeff nodded. Leah leaned against the car and chewed on the side of her finger. "That's not how everyone does it, is it?"
"No," Stewart said, "This is how I do it. I don't know how anyone else does it."
"Sounds overly complicated," she said.
"I don't like strangers handling my chair."
Leah shook her head. "All right, whatever," she said, "I'll go find one."
Jeff hung one hand on the open door. "This is going to be an interesting Christmas for you," he said. "Wish I could be there to see it."
"Yeah," Stewart said. "Should be quite a show."
Leah returned behind a burly man with a red vest over blue overalls who was pushing a bulky chair with a long pole sticking up in the air. "Who needs the wheelchair?" he said, his voice bored.
"Over here," Stewart said.
"You stand up or what?" the man said.
"No," Stewart said.
"You need help?"
"Just put the chair here beside the car and I'll handle it."
The guy shrugged and moved the wheelchair next to Stewart's door. Stewart reached out and pushed against the seat to make sure it was stable. He pulled out the high armrest and put it on the floor of the car. With an audience of three, Stewart grabbed the vinyl seat of the chair and swung his butt from the car to the wheelchair in a swift, smooth motion. He pulled his legs over and looked down at the foot situation. This was the kind of chair that had two separate foot rests with a space between them. This never worked well for him, as his legs tended to fall together and pull his feet off rests like this. He lifted his legs until both his feet were on one side. After he reattached the armrest he looked up and said, "All set. Let's get going."
Leah pulled the two bags from the back and put them on Stewart's lap. "Get the cushion," Stewart said. Leah leaned across the back seat, letting her butt stick out the side of the car for the three men to admire. The top of her exercise pants pulled down a bit revealing the smooth curve of the top of her ass. She grabbed the seat cushion that went with Stewart's every day chair and straightened up again.
They said goodbye to Jeff and Stewart held onto the bags while the man in the red vest pushed him into the airport and Leah walked slightly ahead where he could just see her hips swinging in his peripheral vision.
At security Stewart was asked again if he could stand at all. They moved him to the side of the line when he said no and Leah continued through the regular line with their bags. On the other side they met up again. Leah dumped the bags back on him and stretched her arms over her head, her bra-less chest pressing against the inside of her tight t-shirt.
Waiting at the gate, Leah sat on a chair and put her feet up on Stewart's lap. He liked that she was always physically affectionate in public. If not for her hanging all over him, people would assume that she was a caregiver and not a girlfriend. He enjoyed showing her off and she loved to be shown off. The few times that people had spoken to her like she was some kind of hired help, her first response was always to stick her tongue in his mouth and give him a sultry kiss.
The wait wasn't long, since Stewart boarded first. The attendant insisted on lifting him onto the narrow aisle chair, strapping him to it, and tilting him back as he was pushed like a piece of luggage onto the plane. The back tilt was unnerving and he was glad it was a short ride to the seat. Leah followed behind looking bored. The attendant settled Stewart into the seat on the edge of the aisle and Leah stood in another row while they backed the boarding chair out. Then she climbed over Stewart to the seat beside him.
After the general boarding had begun, Leah turned in her seat, her knees against the back and stuck her arm out, waving it. "Excuse me," she said, "Can I get a blanket?"
Stewart slapped her ass while it was there next to his face. Leah let out a little shriek and turned back, sliding into her seat. "You're going to be naughty, right?" she whispered, her hot breath tickling his ear.
"Of course," he said.
The stewardess handed him a plastic packet with a blue blanket inside. Leah grabbed it out of his hands, ripped the plastic and spread the fuzzy blue blanket across both their laps. No one came to climb over them into the window seat and Stewart was relieved. It was always uncomfortable when the plane began to fill up and the person who came to sit in his aisle hadn't seen him get on and didn't know he couldn't get up.
The plane shook as it lifted into the air and Leah let out a contented little sigh. Stewart rolled his eyes and laughed, knowing that she was leaning her body into the seat so the vibrations tickled through her. Leah fixed her sparkling eyes on him and raised one eyebrow suggestively.
He craned his neck into the aisle and didn't see anyone nearby. He slipped his hand under the blanket and past the loose elastic edge of her pants. Warmth radiated from her body. His fingers found the moist, dewy flower of her body and gently flicked back and forth across it.
She practiced not letting her ecstasy show on her face while he tried to make it impossible for her not to. He could hear the shallowness of her breath and see the way her fingers gripped the edges of her armrests. In moments his fingers were soaked. He flicked faster and faster and watched as she closed her eyes and pressed her head against the back of the seat. Though she was being quiet, he felt her cum when she grabbed his arm and dug her fingernails deep into his flesh. She lay her head on his shoulder and slept for the rest of the flight. He tilted his head to rest against the top of hers and smiled at the softness of her smooth, dark hair.
When the plane touched down in South Carolina, Stewart and Leah had to wait for everyone else to disembark.
"How was your first flight?" Stewart asked as people shuffled past them.
Leah smiled. "Not bad," she said. "I could get used to that."
He squeezed her hand in his. "I bet you could," he said with a chuckle.
The attendant with the aisle chair came back and they reversed the process off the plane. Another man in a red vest was waiting with another ugly chair for Stewart to transfer onto. As always, relief washed over him when the elevator doors opened in the baggage claim and Uncle John was waiting there with one of Stewart's old chairs.
In the chair that fit, Stewart instantly felt more like himself. He had control again. John leaned down and gave him a hug. "John," Stewart said, "This is Leah."
"Very good to meet you," John said, his wide and honest face genuinely pleased. He shook Leah's hand hardily.
"You too," Leah said. As John led the way towards the car, Leah said softly to Stewart, "Where is your aunt?"
"She doesn't usually come to the airport," Stewart said. "She'll probably be busy cooking something."
"Ain't that the truth," John said in front of them.
When they got to the house, Stewart opened the front door because he knew the kids would be waiting for him. Five year old Joey had gotten taller from last year and beat his two older sisters down the front hallway. Completely ignoring his father and the new person, he set to work trying to climb onto Stewart's lap. Stewart scooped him up and pushed further into his aunt's house.
Joyce, ten years old, and Julia, the middle child, stood a little further in. As Leah walked in, Joyce crossed her arms and stuck out one tiny hip. "Who are you?" she said.
Stewart tried to hide a smile. "This is my friend, Leah," he said.
"Hmph," Joyce said and Julia imitated the sound.
Claire came out from the kitchen, drying her thick hands on a dish cloth. "Hello, dear," she said to Leah. "Welcome."
Stewart noticed the way his aunt's eyes went up and down Leah, assessing her t-shirt and exercise pants, and Claire's mouth scrunched briefly showing her disapproval. "Your room is upstairs. I'm sure you'll want to change out of your travel clothes. Let me show you."
"Where does Stewart stay?" Leah asked.
"I have a room off the kitchen," he answered.
Leah nodded and took her bag from John, following Claire up the stairs. Stewart continued to his own room. The children tried to follow, but Stewart told them he needed to do some things. Emptying his leg bag and taking out the catheter he had worn on the plane were first priority. That done, he decided to lay down and try to relax. No sooner had he gotten his body onto the bed then he heard his aunt's voice in the other room saying, "Bless your heart, isn't that quite the outfit?"
Stewart smiled and waited for Leah to make her appearance. She didn't disappoint. She slipped into his room and closed the door behind her, then grinned at him. She was wearing a skin-tight, knee length red dress with thin straps.
"What do you think?" she said, twirling.
"Very Christmasy," he said.
She climbed onto the bed and crawled to him. She kissed his lips and he held the back of her head, scrunching his fingers into her hair. "Where's the medicine?" she whispered.
"In my bag still. Pass it to me and then bring me a glass of water," he said. Leah complied and Stewart swallowed a Viagra. She climbed onto him again and they kept kissing. Her soft lips sent shivers down his arms.
"When does it start working?" she said.
"It will take a little while," Stewart said.
"Well," Leah said, sitting up. "I'm going to help it along."
She moved down his body and pulled off his pants and boxers, his feet flopping helplessly back against the mattress as she roughly yanked them out.
"Watch and enjoy," Leah said, lowering her head. He propped himself up on his elbows and watched her lips envelope his soft penis. Though he couldn't feel it, his breath still caught in his throat. He could remember the feeling of hot lips and wet tongue over his soft flesh and looking at Leah working him was like watching a porn flick that he was staring in.
Each time her mouth came up to the tip, she raised her eyes to his. The dark brown depths of them always sparkled with dirty thoughts. He saw himself grow larger each time her eyes lifted. Faster and faster she moved and the skin on his arms goose bumped as he listened to her moan. Then she sat up and touched it, giving a squeeze. "Looks good," she said with a grin.
She jumped up and pulled her dress over her head, tossing it to the floor, then climbed back onto the bed and lowered her naked body onto him while he slid his fingers down it to feel what she was doing. She caught for a moment at the thickest part of him, then groaned as she slid past it and the resistance of her body let go.
She dug her fingernails into his shoulders and slid rhythmically up and down, gripping him to keep herself steady. He grabbed her hips and slowed her motion, pulling her down hard and pushing her back up, torturing her with the slowness. Fighting back, she lay her body all the way down his, their chests pressed together and her mouth against his neck. She rocked against him and with each stroke her nipples grazed up and down his chest. With his hands he could feel her thighs gripping hard to his hips. Suddenly there were sharp little nips against his neck as she bit him and he felt tingles of desire spark through his torso. He wrapped his arms over her back and rocked her harder and faster.
The sound of her orgasming made him think that he was too. Her cries muffled into his shoulder seemed to draw his own pleasure out of him. She collapsed beside him, sweat dripping from the back of her neck onto his bare arm. "Oh yeah," she murmured. "That's the stuff."
At that moment the door handle turned and the door began to creak open. Stewart grabbed the sheet and pulled it over their naked bodies. Claire stood in the doorway and put her hands on her hips. Her face turned red, probably more from fury than embarrassment. "What is going on in here?"
"Sorry, Claire," Stewart said.
"There are children in the next room," Claire admonished. "Now get decent and come help decorate the tree."
Claire closed the door again and Leah stifled a giggle against his side. She popped out of bed and slid her fire-engine red dress back on, not bothering with a bra or underwear, as usual. "Ta-da," she said, "All ready."
Stewart laughed. "How sad is it that my girlfriend gets ready faster than I do?"
"Want some help?" she said, raising an eyebrow suggestively.
"Uh-huh. Your idea of help usually slows me down," he teased. "Just pass me my pants."
She did and then went into his bathroom to play with her hair and splash water on her face while he struggled to get the pants onto his paralyzed legs. Once he had pulled and stretched and rocked his hips to get the pants on he had to tug them over the erection that would last at least two more hours.
Back in his wheelchair, he started towards the living room and Leah behind him leaned down to kiss his neck. He stopped and twisted back to look at her.
"Aren't you sexed out yet?" Stewart teased.
"Not even close," Leah said. "With you I could go all day every day."
Stewart grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips. "How sweet," he said, "Hold that thought for later."
Together the whole family helped to decorate the tree. As usual, most of the ornaments ended up clustered at the bottom. There were some new decorations this year that the children had been making at church. Stewart admired and commented on each one. The two girls decided they wanted to play with Leah and they made her sit on the floor while Joyce braided her hair in a variety of oddly-shaped sections and Julia painted her face with a Barbie makeup kit. Joey brought her various Matchbox cars to hold. In the middle of the mess she looked over at Stewart and grinned.
A timer went off in the kitchen. "Stewart," Claire said, "Come and help me with the turkey."
He followed her, but in the kitchen, Claire didn't actually let Stewart help. She pulled the turkey from the oven while saying, "What about your last girlfriend? I liked her better."
Stewart fought the urge to laugh. "You never met her, aunt Claire."
Claire pursed her lips and wiped the back of her hand across her forehead. "She sounded sweet. Not like this hussy."
"Please don't call Leah that."
Claire dropped onto one of the kitchen chairs. "Is sex all you two do?"
"Claire!"
"What do you see in her? I just don't understand."
"We surfed together in the old days. Still do. And she was there for me when Dad was sick."
Claire didn't look impressed. Stewart leaned forward and took his aunt's hands. "She treats me like a normal guy. Isn't that what you want for me?"
Claire looked away. "I suppose," she muttered. She stood up and went to the doorway to the living room. "All right, everyone, dinner is ready. Let's try to have a nice civilized Christmas meal."
Though she sat Stewart and Leah at opposite ends of the table, she couldn't stop the looks that passed between them. With each bite of food, Leah stared into Stewart's eyes and very slowly and deliberately opened her red lips and slid the fork into her mouth. Stewart shifted in his seat, aware of heat rising along the back of his neck. He couldn't concentrate on anything besides her raspberry lips.
After dinner everyone moved to the living room with mugs of hot chocolate. Leah tried to sit on Stewart's lap, but Claire shooed her to the couch. Music from The Messiah played softly on the stereo and the children poked at the boxes under the tree. Stewart looked at Leah and smiled at the way the colored lights of the tree reflected in her eyes.
Then he was aware of losing his grip on the mug of chocolate, of it spilling across his lap, the mug thunking onto the floor while his body tensed and started to shake. It started in his legs and quickly spread up the rest of him. This spasm was much worse than he usually got, brought on by the hot liquid hitting his paralyzed limbs. He could feel himself sliding, but couldn't grip his chair to keep his balance. He closed his eyes and tried to take deep breaths, willing the spasm to pass, but it grew stronger. He was vaguely aware of voices around him.
Leah's hands were on him. She wrapped her arms around him from behind and kept him from falling. He relaxed into her, his head resting on her chest, rising and falling with her steady breath.
When the shaking finally stopped, Stewart was exhausted and sweating. He slumped further back against Leah. "Thank you," he whispered to her.
Stewart craned his head and saw his family staring at him. The three children had stopped playing and their faces were almost identical expressions of fear and uncertainty. John had his arm around Claire, who had conflicting emotions flitting back and forth across her face. One of them, Stewart was sure, was gratefulness to Leah for taking charge of the situation.
"It's okay, kids," Stewart said, "I'm fine, my body just got confused. Claire, I'll clean up the mess."
"No, I got it," Leah said. "You need to check and make sure you didn't burn your legs."
Stewart nodded and pushed towards his room. As he left he heard Claire behind him say, "Thank you" to Leah and he smiled.
Christmas morning Stewart woke when his door creaked opened and Leah was standing there, the sun from the kitchen window shining behind her and giving her the glow of an angel.
"Hey there, stud," she said, her voice still thick from sleep. A silky white nightgown clung to her curves and threatened to slip from her shoulders. She raised one hand and Stewart laughed when he saw that she was holding a decorative ball of mistletoe.
She walked to the bed and held it over his head. When she bent to kiss him, her breath smelled of coffee and hazelnuts. He grabbed her around the waist and yanked her into the bed where she fell against his chest, giggling, and the ball of mistletoe dropped to the floor with a dull thud.
He ran his hands over her smooth gown, then pushed it up and warmed his hands on her skin. Her fingers trailed down the side of his face and stopped at his lips where he kissed the tips. She let out a small groan and closed her eyes. Stewart pushed his hands up over her hips and yanked her lower body closer.
Her knees on either side of his head, the beautiful folds of her pussy were right in front of him. The lips were swollen and pink, and they parted open welcoming him. Stewart latched his mouth over the hard little peak of her clit and sucked against her skin. Leah leaned back and moaned a deep guttural sound.
While he pushed his tongue against her, his hands came around her hips and his strong fingers massaged her smooth-shaven mound. Harder and faster he danced his tongue and his mouth filled with the sweet honey taste of her body.
Her knees tightened against his head as the muscles in her legs tensed, ready for release. Stewart slowed down, using the suction of his mouth to pull hard on the skin around her clit, drawing it out from her body. Little cries escaped her lips. In the heat of the room, Stewart could feel how close she was.
He gave her what she wanted, licking in a steady rhythm until mini spasms shot down her legs and her pussy exploded with heat. She dropped her arms and fell back against his legs with a huge sigh.
Stewart took one of her hands and squeezed it. "Merry Christmas," he said.
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Starting Over Ch. 02 | 29,297 | 4.75 | 815,172 | [
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Main Characters:
LTC (Retired) John Jackson, 5'11", 180, 45 years old.
Marie Jackson, John's widow, 5'8", 140, 44 years old.
Angelica Jackson, John and Marie's daughter, 5'5", 125, 19 years old.
Mary Bradford, bartender, 5'5", 120, 34 years old.
Juliet Margolin, waitress, 5'4", 145, 24 years old.
Samantha (Sam) Walker, 5'6", 130 pounds, 39 years old.
Joyce Walker, Sam's daughter, 5'4", 120 pounds, 19 years old.
Marion Walker, Sam's daughter, 5'4", 115 pounds, 17 years old.
SFC (Retired) Craig Smithson, 6', 190, 46 years old.
Jeanne (aka Jasmine) Welch, 5'5", 110, 20 years old.*
Previously:
A couple of minutes later I could tell Mary was asleep. I reviewed my night and was amazed at what had occurred in the three weeks since I moved here.
As I finally drifted off to sleep I looked at the ring on my finger and was glad that I had had my wife as long as I did, but also glad that Mary had come to me tonight.
Sunday, 23 September 2012, John's apartment, Seattle, Washington.
As I woke, I found that I was alone and that it was later than I expected. It had been a while since I slept so well. I guess I had Mary to thank for that. I slowly rolled myself out of bed and rose to a standing position. It was more effort than I expected. I was pretty worn out from the last week. I pulled my robe from the back of the door and went in search of Mary.
As I entered the kitchen I realized that there was no Mary. She was gone. Lying on the table was a note she had written. Uh-oh! A morning note from a lover. Maybe my joke last night from the Rod Stewart song was not so funny. I picked it up to read it. Was it going to be as cliché as I expected? Her penmanship was very good and, yes, it was just as cliché as I expected.
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Dear John,
Sorry about last night. I was feeling sorry for myself and got carried away. Please forgive me for doing this. It's not what I meant to have happen. I'm sorry if I made my relationship with Dave seem to be over, because I don't think it is. I really need to go talk to Dave and see if there's anything left there before I move on. I hope that your initial offer to just be friends is still there.
Mary
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I put the note down. Damn! My first sex since losing my wife and she runs back to her boyfriend. That's not really an ego-booster.
I decided to keep up my physical conditioning if I was going to have sex with these younger women, so I went for a long bike ride. It felt good to get the blood pumping and work up a sweat. Even in the somewhat cool weather, I got a good sweat going.
When I got home, I showered and then puttered around and cleaned up the place. It was about 2pm and I was doing some laundry in the small washer and dryer set in the apartment when I heard banging. I went and looked out my front door peephole and there was a guy banging on the door across the hall and yelling for Sam. It was definitely Sam's apartment, but she didn't appear to be home. The guy didn't give up though and kept banging and getting rather worked up. After about 15 minutes of this, I decided I had had enough. I opened the door and stared at him for a second.
"I don't think anyone is home."
He turned to face me. He was about 6', skinny, maybe mid-30s, with a scraggly beard and long, stringy hair. He gave me a menacing glare. He was wired, definitely on some sort of chemical enhancement, and his eyes looked wild. "Fuck off!" He turned back and pounded on the door some more.
I closed my door. I was pissed at this asshole now so I went to my lock box. I withdrew my Glock19 and a magazine. I slapped it in and, after thinking about it, worked the slide to put one in the pipe. I was not going to face someone who was jacked up unless my weapon was ready to go. I walked back over to my door and opened it again, hiding the gun behind my back.
"I still don't think anyone is home." I said it calmly, hoping this guy would take the hint and it wouldn't come to anything, but I was prepared anyway.
He turned to me. "I thought I told you to fuck off!"
I pulled the Glock into view and made it obvious when I flipped off the safety. His eyes went wider, if that was possible. I started speaking in a kind of flippant tone. "And I think you are being rude and uncooperative. If you want to be more cooperative, then I think I can put this away. If not, you are going to have a very bad day and I'm going to have to explain to the cops what a fuckwad you were. I would hate to have to do all that paperwork and explain myself to them for hours on end, but you know what?" I stopped being so nonchalant and changed to a more commanding voice. "One way or the other you are leaving. I don't care if it's on your own power or after I have to call an ambulance, but you are leaving. You have ten seconds." He just stared. I waited for about 5 seconds and then started a countdown. "5... 4... 3..." He bolted down the stairs toward the front door.
As he reached the last landing he yelled something about coming back to take care of me. Fuck! Why did I have to threaten a lowlife like him? He was now going to be a continual problem and I was going to have to do something about it. I shouldn't have let my anger get the best of me, but I was also afraid for the three women in that apartment. I can't imagine what business he had with them, but maybe Sam was not the best at choosing her male companions.
I waited in my apartment for a while, keeping the weapon readily available. I finally decided to go out. I had made sure that I applied for a permit for carrying the weapon, but I had not received the approval yet and I was very wary of carrying it anywhere. If I had to go into a bar or restaurant, many of them had further restrictions and I didn't want to have to worry about that.
I went out to my car, a used nondescript Honda that I had purchased just to have something to drive. I still had one other car that I was going to have to sell or transport out here soon. I had to find a place to park it. I couldn't leave it outside in this weather. It was a 1965 Mustang convertible that I had purchased on a lark. It had some mileage on it and didn't have all original parts, so it was not a show car. But it was fully restored and painted so it looked good. It was also fun to drive and I had always wanted one. When I moved out here I left it back in Virginia with my daughter. She was working in that area during the summer and spent a lot of time there when out of school. She said she had no problem living there. I think it was a comfort to her because all of her childhood friends were there, but it had been torture for me.
I drove over to a movie theater and found a movie to occupy me for a while. I wanted to get out of the apartment and see something on the big screen, so I found an action film that was at least somewhat entertaining and enjoyed some popcorn. After the movie, I wondered if I should head home. I figured I had to at some point, so I left and got home when it was around 8pm. It was just getting dark and I made sure to hurry my way upstairs to my apartment. I went inside, locked the door and retrieved my weapon.
I was hoping I was not going to regret it too much, but I already did a little. I grew up with a bit of a chip on my shoulder and hated it when anyone got pushed around. I hated it when people were treated unfairly and that's part of what drew me to the military. I had wanted to do something that I thought was "right" for the country and military service was something I felt right about, and also felt that many more people should do. It worked for me. I got a degree out of it, an advanced degree, and several tours in foreign countries, some of which were a blast. There were also a couple of "other" tours where I was sent unaccompanied to deal with assholes. Those were not fun, but anyone who has been in those situations realizes that the feeling of accomplishment and camaraderie with the other soldiers was something that could not be duplicated anywhere else.
So there I was, sitting on the couch, surfing on my laptop, the TV on, not really paying much attention to either when there was a loud knock at the door. Very loud. It made me jump. I picked up my 9mm Glock and walked into the second apartment and looked thru the peephole. Nothing was visible. I cracked open the door slightly and was able to peek around the jamb to see who was there. There were three guys. One was the guy from that morning and the other two were bigger. One was a massive body builder type and the other a mean looking tattooed man with a crowbar. I ducked back inside and made my way to my kitchen. I held my gun in my right hand and punched in 911 on my cell with my left, leaving it ready to dial immediately if things went bad. "Who is it?" I said it in a sing-song voice.
The door was hammered with something heavy three times before it burst open. I was standing behind the kitchen counter with the weapon leveled at the door. My cell phone was next to me and I had dialed 911 as soon as the first blow had struck. The operator was asking something, so I picked it up and spoke when the three men stopped and stared at my gun. "There are three men who just broke into my apartment and I'm getting ready to shoot them. Please send the police and an ambulance."
The three stared at me. The very large body builder looked closely at me. "You don't want to do that, man. There are many more of us, and we will find a way to get to you. We'll make sure you don't ever threaten one of my men again."
"Guess I'll have to buy more ammo."
The large tattooed guy held up his hands. "Whoa! Whoa! Let's calm down here. We just need to know why you threatened our boy Jack here." There's the leader.
I stared at him and thumbed the hammer back. "You have a funny way of just 'stopping by' to ask that question. Your boy Jack here is a major fucking idiot, and because I asked him to leave when he was pounding on the door across the way for a half hour, you come back and break down my door. I'll have to have the entire door and frame replaced. Are you going to pay for that?" Without a word being spoken, they started spreading out a little and I stood up straighter. "Move too far away from each other and I'm going to shoot at least one of you to be able to focus my attention on the other two. I suggest you exit the way you came or I'm going to shoot and worry about the police later."
They stopped and the other two looked at the tattooed man. He was so cocksure and full of himself that he grinned and challenged me. "You got the balls to pull that trigger, little man."
The sound of a gun going off is loud enough that everything else seems real quiet for a moment afterwards; all you hear is a ringing in your ears. When I pulled the trigger it was aimed between the tattooed man's legs. I was trying to miss him, but if I hit him, so what. I would worry about that later. Evidently, I missed, but he knew where it went. They all stopped moving and the other two looked down at the ground between the tattooed man's legs where the bullet had entered the floor. The fear in their eyes was apparent, but the tattooed man just looked angry. I decided to bait him a little.
"Anything else you want to say, smart-ass?"
He stared at me and motioned for the other two to get out. "That was not a smart move. I'll find a way to fuck you up, you piece of shit."
I smiled. "We'll see won't we?" Oh, well, we were well past the point of me getting out of this without completely pissing them off.
Suddenly, before they could get out onto the landing there was banging and shouting and lots of noise as the cops swarmed up the stairs. I put my gun on the counter as they reached the landing and put my hands up. The tattooed man just stared at me, his glare full of menace. The other two were not as calm and acquiesced to the cops' commands immediately. The tattooed man just stood there and stared at me as they took him and cuffed him. Then another cop came in and looked at me and the gun. He told me to put my hands on the counter and I did so. He took my Glock, did a quick search of my person, and then handcuffed me. He picked up my phone and shut off the connection to the 911 operator. I guess there was no avoiding this.
We got to the police station and I didn't see the other guys. They must have arrived before me because I could see the cars they had been transported in. I was muscled out of the car and into the station. They processed me like any other suspect. They took and inventoried my wallet and keys, which was all I had in my pockets. I was photographed and fingerprinted and then taken into an "interview" room where I was handcuffed to the table. After about 30 more minutes a detective came into the room. At least I thought it was a detective because he was in street clothes with his badge displayed from his belt.
"Are you John Jackson, Lieutenant Colonel, U. S. Army, retired?"
"That's correct."
He held up my Glock. "Is this your weapon?"
I looked at it. "Appears to be."
"I see you just applied two weeks ago for a concealed weapon license."
"Correct."
He stared. "Nothing to add?"
"Like what? You didn't ask me a question."
"So, it's going to be like that, eh?"
"Like what? You didn't ask me any other questions. The fact of the matter is that three guys tried to break into my apartment and attack me. I didn't shoot them. I even tried to talk them out of it. You probably have a recording of the entire incident, so why is it taking so long for me to get some attention and get out of here? You haven't even taken a statement yet."
He smiled and acted like he was going to hold this over me. "You're pretty sure of yourself. You still discharged a weapon illegally and can be charged with that. We'll have to see what the other perps have to say before we can make a decision. One of them said you tried to kill him."
"Well, then, when is someone going to take my statement?"
"We'll get to that."
It was late, I wasn't happy, and I decided I had had enough of this. I couldn't figure out why he was stalling me, so I said in my most sardonic voice. "Well, in that case, you'd better call me a lawyer. I can see you and I are not going to get anywhere."
He glared at me. "Okay, big shot. We'll see."
He left and I only waited a couple of more minutes before three men came in. One was the same detective as the first time, but the other two were a little older and one had a gold badge. He was the boss, I figured. He spoke first.
"Are you the LTC John Jackson who was in Afghanistan with the 101st in 2002-2003?"
I looked at him warily. He looked a little familiar, but I knew I hadn't met him before. Where was this coming from? "Yes, I am."
He waved my initial protagonist over. "Uncuff him." He did so reluctantly. The senior detective continued by sticking out his hand to introduce himself. "I'm Jeff Smithson. My brother Craig served with you there and told me some things about you."
Oh, Smithson. SFC Craig Smithson had been a rock solid NCO in my battalion and I had been out observing with his platoon when we were ambushed. He and I had both taken shots during that exchange and his platoon leader had been killed, but we both survived -- with bullet wounds. I shook his hand and tried to smile. "Okay. Thanks for taking the cuffs off." I didn't want to talk about the incident in Afghanistan.
"Well, we aren't going to get too excited about the discharge of a firearm towards a major drug dealer and his henchmen. The 911 call is pretty clear about what happened and how you tried to warn them off. You were, after all, in your own apartment."
"Drug dealer, huh?"
"Yes. It seems that the guys you pissed off are part of the major drug shipment group in this town. They arrange for the shipment of items coming into port for distribution throughout the northwest. Maybe you can tell me how you got on their bad side."
"Do I need a lawyer? Are you going to charge me with anything?"
He looked hurt by the suggestion. "We have no intention of charging you with any criminal charges. I cannot account for the lawyer of the assholes you met. They may try to file civil charges just to piss you off and try to get the criminal charges against them lowered."
I shrugged. "The skinny, scraggly one was beating on the door of the family across the hall from me. After about 30 minutes of him pounding on the door I opened the door and told him that they probably weren't home. He was a fucking jerk about it and seemed threatening and high so I retrieved my Glock and went back and asked him to leave, making sure he saw the weapon. About 6 hours later, the three you got showed up. I guess I bruised his macho ego enough that they were going to kick my ass. I was holding the Glock on them when they broke into my apartment to teach me a lesson."
He smiled. "I figured it was something like that. You've only been in town for a few weeks." He looked at his watch and then turned to the first guy. "Kick him loose. We had a larger than normal response to some other incidents tonight so he can come back tomorrow to make his official statement." He turned back to me. "Do you want to file any charges against them?"
"What are my options?"
"Well, we have the 911 call where we can hear them breaking down your door. Then we have the conversation where he threatens you. We also, however, have you discharging your weapon in their direction, which the defense will be able to use against their charges and you."
"I'll take my chances. Charge them."
The first detective just had to speak up and it seemed like he was just trying to maintain some semblance of pride. "They will make the case that you tried to kill them."
The senior detective looked at him and scowled. I decided to put my two cents in against him. "If I had tried to kill someone in that room, from 10 feet, someone would be dead now. I'm not going to miss three people from 10 feet with a Glock."
But he couldn't shut up and obviously didn't think about what he was saying. "Everyone gets rattled when they are threatened. Maybe you just missed."
His boss let him have it. "Shut up, Gary. You have no idea who you are talking to. John and my brother fought together in Afghanistan and John is probably more qualified with a handgun than most of our police force. He even has a Silver Star to prove it."
The younger detective stared at me. I look so average and unassuming that I guess he was shocked by the revelation. I think many people are surprised nowadays by the looks of the people earning combat awards. Most do not look like Schwarzenegger or Stallone; we're just average guys doing our job until we find ourselves in the wrong place at the wrong time. Of course, I was firing an automatic weapon during that battle and never touched my handgun, but I wasn't going to mention that.
I didn't say anything. It was something that I had tried to get away from, but when you are in the military, everyone knows just by looking at your chest when you wear Class As what you have and have not done. The Silver Star and Purple Heart were obvious giveaways that I had done something more than just served my time in a combat zone. I had been shot in the left shoulder just outside where my body armor was. Jeff's brother had been shot in the left leg, just above the knee. Jeff looked at me and could see my unease. I'm sure he got the same thing from his brother. Talking about that battle brought back more than we wanted to remember. We saved 20 guys, they said, but we also lost 6. It was those 6 that had haunted me for a couple of years afterwards. I had thought I was over it, but now I was sweating again, feeling uneasy in that room.
Jeff saw it and stood up. "Let's get out of here." He stood up. The younger detective, who had never introduced himself, released me.
Jeff walked me out to the front door and down the steps to the street. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a card. "John, let me give you some advice. Stay away from these guys if you can. I know they may look for you, but they are smart enough to know that their best option is to just ignore you and move on. They have a multi-million dollar operation and we haven't been able to break it. They don't want to threaten that." He handed me a business card that he had taken out. "Here's my brother's card. He started a private detective agency and is trying to make a go at that. He could use some help if you could spare the time. He just lost his last partner. The guy thought it was going to be all glamorous women, chasing bad guys, making lots of money, and shooting people. But that's not exactly the normal PIs daily fare. Most of what Craig does is grunt work, research and stuff, but it pays the bills. Give him a call, at least, and say hello. He'll be glad to know you are in the area. Like you, he doesn't talk about that day and as far as I know doesn't even know where his Silver Star is. You're free to go. We have your address and phone number if we need to contact you. Oh, and those guys are in jail until at least Monday when they go before a judge."
I stared at the card and at him. "Uh... okay, thanks. I'll give him a call."
He left me at the curb and I looked around. They were not going to transport me home. I was going to have to hail a cab. I walked down a block and found a cab and got home a little after midnight.
I found that my door had been hastily taped over by someone, so I entered my other apartment entrance and checked out what I would have to have done to make it functional again. The lock and jamb had been pretty well damaged with the jamb fairly well splintered. The door was actually okay as the jamb had been the part that gave way. I got a hammer and nails and went back out into the hall. I ripped down the plastic and hammered a few nails into the jamb to hold it in place. I had to remove some of the wood. I then went in and closed the door. I toe-nailed a few nails into it to hold it closed from that side and then did the same in the hallway. As I finished I turned around to see Sam standing in her door.
"Hey, Sam."
She looked at me for a few seconds. "Hi. I hear you had a run in with Justin and his band of thugs."
"Is that his name?"
"Yeah. He's sort of a former boyfriend. When I found out he was starting to use drugs heavily, I told him it was over."
"Yeah, he didn't seem to believe that."
"I know. But why did you have to challenge them? You know that you put a target on all of us, right?" She almost seemed a little pissed off at me, but I figured she was just scared.
"I know I'm a target, but why you?"
"Because they are assholes. They will give me and my daughters a bad time. I wish you hadn't done that. You should have just left it alone."
I looked at her and tried not to get pissed off. "Well, what's done is done. I'll deal with 'em. You just keep yourselves safe."
"That's easy for you to say. I don't need my daughters being harassed or even worse because you have poor impulse control."
She was starting to piss me off. "Poor impulse control? Where'd you learn that phrase, from watching TV?"
"Yeah, so?"
I took a deep breath and tried to calm my anger. "Look, I didn't mean to make your life harder, but you know him well and you know that he really acted like a jerk and pissed me off. Sorry if that upsets you."
"I just don't want my daughters involved. They have enough to deal with in this world without low lifes like Justin and his friends."
"Okay, look. I'll keep an eye on them when you're not around. I'll do what I can. I didn't mean to put them in harm's way. Okay?"
She looked at me for a second, probably trying to determine if she could trust me. Then she nodded. "Okay."
I finished and went to bed. Ugh! What a day.
Monday was uneventful. I went to the police station to complete my statement and sign it and it went smooth. Nobody there seemed to even blink at my involvement or the outcome. They told me I'd hear more after the D.A. decided on whether or not to press charges against my attackers. I also stayed away from the bar and Mary.
I spent Tuesday and Wednesday taking my time and repairing my door. The landlord was giving me a hard time about it, so I just did it myself. There was a Lowe's nearby and I fixed it up easily. On Wednesday I went to the bar and Mary looked at me sheepishly until I tried to alleviate her fear that I was angry with her. I think we're fine as friends.
On Thursday, Sam had confronted me again and was still not happy about what she considered I had done, which was put her and her daughters in harm's way. I didn't point out that just associating with that asshole had already done that.
Friday, 28 September 2012, downtown Seattle
I took Friday off and wandered around down by the Space Needle. There was some construction going on around it, but I enjoyed the day. The weather cooperated and the sun tried to peek out of the clouds every so often. I again stayed away from the bar when I returned to my apartment, but I had a late night visitor -- Mary.
I was just getting ready to get into bed at about midnight when there was a knock at the door. I went and looked out the peephole and saw Mary. I opened it and she walked quickly past me and into the living room.
I waited for her to turn and tried to be a little funny. "Hi, Mary. Won't you come in?" I grinned and the proverbial lead balloon would have gotten more of a rise out of her.
"Can we talk?"
"Sure." I moved toward her and pointed toward the couch. "Do you want something to drink?"
"No, thanks." She sat on one end of the couch and I sat on the other. She looked tired and worn down. Her eyes were a little sunken and it appeared she had had a little to drink, too. "It's about Dave." I nodded and waited for her to continue. "He moved out of our house and in with a woman he works with." She looked at me, waiting for me to say something.
"Okay. Are you mad?"
"Hell, yes, I'm mad. He didn't give me any warning. There was no talk about our future, just a sheepish goodbye as he finished loading the last of his items into a truck."
"Were you guys getting along better than the last time I saw you?"
"Not really."
"Well then, isn't this what you wanted to happen? You wanted to know if he loved you or you wanted him to move on, right? And this proves that he doesn't love you, right?"
"Well, yeah, but it really pissed me off the way he did it!"
I reached over and grabbed her hand. "Mary, I know you are angry because of how he did it, and that hurts your pride. But if you two weren't meant to be together, then just accept it and move on. You are a beautiful, desirable woman and will have no problem finding somebody to be with who really appreciates you. If you dwell on this, you'll just make yourself crazy."
She stared at me for a second. "I've been angry all day about this and now that you say that, I can't imagine why. You're right. I wanted him to change and be what I wanted him to be, and he wasn't going to do that, so why was I staying with him? Why were we living together other than for convenience? God, you are so right!"
I smiled. "It's much easier to notice these things when you are the disinterested party."
She moved over and hugged me. "Thanks."
"You're welcome."
She didn't release the hug for a couple of minutes and then pulled back. "Can we have sex?"
I laughed. "Talk about changing the subject!"
She giggled, got up, and disappeared into my bedroom. "Waiting..."
I chuckled and got up to go into the bedroom. She was already under the covers. I took off my sleeping shorts since I only use them to have something to wear, and crawled in beside her. She was as naked as I was. She turned to me and kissed me. I pushed her back and looked at her. She was exhausted.
"Mary, turn and face the other way and let's just cuddle for a while." I figured this was better for her than sex right now. I wanted to fuck her, but it seemed to me she was a bit out of it. She turned and faced away from me and I spooned up against her. She was warm and I stroked her along her side. I slowly stroked from her thigh, up over her hip, to about where her waist started. I did that a few times and I felt all the tension drain from her body and she started breathing deeply. She went to sleep in about 5 minutes. I smiled to myself and pulled away, already getting too hot from having another warm body next to me. I was out 5 minutes after that.
Saturday, 29 September 2012, John's apartment, Seattle, Washington.
When I awoke the next morning, there was again a note from Mary. She said she was sorry she had to leave, but she was supposed to meet her family for brunch and didn't want to wake me. She thanked me for being so understanding (shit, I was the horny one now) and she said she'd call me later.
I decided to call SFC Smithson, or Craig. When it was a guy who you knew from the military, it was tough to set aside the ranks and names you were used to calling them. I called the number and he answered.
"Smithson's Investigations."
"Don't you have anything better to do than work on a Saturday morning, Sergeant Smithson."
I heard him laugh. "Is that you Colonel Jackson?"
"Yeah, it's me."
"My brother called earlier this week and told me about the incident. Sounds like you pissed off the wrong people."
"You mean they pissed off the wrong person, don't you?"
He laughed again. "Roger that." He chuckled again and then stopped, becoming more serious. "Jeff said you were not working and he gave you my card. Are you looking for something to do?"
"Yeah, I just moved out here and I'm looking."
"I mean it will be strange if you come to work for me to think of myself as your boss, but I guess it could work. Didn't you have a master's degree?"
"Yeah. I have a master's from U-Dub in computer science." [ Author's note: U-Dub is the short name for the University of Washington, a shortened, spoken version of UW.]
"Cool! That would be really helpful in my line of work. We always need computer stuff done and if you also know how to do research, that's what most of our work is."
I thought it over. It would be a little strange working for someone who was in my battalion when I was the operations officer, but it could work. "Sure, I'd love to do that. What do I have to do to get a license?"
"Well, that's a little more difficult. I see you applied for the concealed weapon license. That won't take too long. They just have to do the background check and since you just moved here, that might take two months. Then we have to get you to study for the exam, which is time-consuming. Since you don't have any experience at it, they'll schedule you for the exam right away and you'll have to start studying. Are you ready for that?"
"Sure, what have I got to lose?"
"Outstanding! Until then, maybe you just help me with the computer side of the game."
"Sounds good to me."
"Give me your email address there and I'll send you a note from my official work address and we can discuss pay and the kind of work you'll be doing. We can skirt the license thing for a little while and say you are just getting training from me. That sound good, Colonel?"
"Sounds great, but I think you'd better start calling me John."
"Yeah, well, that may take some getting used to. If you call me Craig, that may remind me that we are using our first names now."
I chuckled. "I'll try." I passed along my email address and we hung up. Well, at least I would be doing something. Even if it was just boring computer research, I could probably make enough to get by for a while.
Mary called later and said she'd be spending the weekend with her family and would see me on Monday. Damn, I was still horny!
Sunday, 30 September 2012, John's apartment, Seattle, Washington.
I got my first assignment from Craig on Sunday. It was a mother and stepfather looking for their daughter, Jeanne Welch. She was legally an adult, but they were worried since she had just turned 20 and had left home a year ago. They hadn't heard from her in a while and just wanted assurances that she was okay. Craig was working on a 16-year old missing person request, so he asked me to look into this one.
I didn't hear anything from Mary, but I had my weekly Sunday phone conversation with my daughter. She seemed to be doing well. We decided not to get together for Thanksgiving, but spend two weeks together at Christmas doing what her mother loved to do -- skiing. I would have to quickly make arrangements as it was already the end of September.
I went for another long bike ride and tried to keep up my physical conditioning up.
Monday, 1 October 2012, John's apartment, Seattle, Washington.
Craig passed along that he had a contact at the DMV who would look up driver's license addresses for a small fee. I called her and she looked up the driver's license and gave me the current address on it, then faxed me a copy so that I had a basic picture. That would cost us $100, but he said it was chargeable to the customer, so I didn't care. Craig had also sent a photograph that the parents had, so between the license and this photo I felt that I had a decent idea of what she looked like. The license said 5'5", 110, brown hair, blue eyes. The pictures showed a somewhat cute young girl.
Craig told me that about 50% of the addresses on the licenses are still accurate with the way people move around, and this one had been recently renewed. I packed a lunch, hopped in my Honda, and headed over to check it out. By now it was 11am, so I figured that if she worked late or some kind of shift that I might catch her as she got up or did some errands. If not, I'd wait a while and then check it out the next morning.
I found her apartment building with no effort. It was in the middle of the block and easily identifiable. I parked just down the street and approached the building. I looked at the mail boxes and found her name. She was in 5A. It was a 6 story apartment building, but not very big. It wasn't new, but looked fairly well maintained. Not a bad place, overall. She must be working at something that at least pays the bills.
I walked back to my car and opened the small cooler I had brought. It contained my obligatory Diet Pepsi, a turkey sandwich, and a small bag of some vanilla cookies. I didn't know how long I would be, so I had come prepared. I opened the Diet Pepsi and the sandwich and ate. It was overcast, so I didn't have to worry about heat and I could just keep my windows cracked while I sat there. There were no trees in my line of sight, but the parking area was behind the building and I couldn't see it from where I sat. I didn't want to park in the occupants parking area. I was afraid that that would draw attention. I just had to hope that I had a decent look at her as she came out and drove away. That was the only way I was going to get to follow her. I figured I'd wait until about 1pm, and then try again tomorrow. If there was no easy way to catch her coming in or out, I'd have to start knocking on doors and asking about her. I had an idea on how to do that, but didn't want to unless absolutely necessary.
Just after noon, a late model Toyota Sentra pulled out of the driveway and drove straight past me. I got a good look at the drive and I was pretty sure that it was her. I followed her and she drove to a Denny's for something to eat. Damn! I could really use some more chow, but I didn't dare enter it for fear that if she saw me more than once that she might think I was stalking her. Instead, I waited in the car in the next parking lot over, which was pretty empty. When she got out, I could see that everything about her fit the description of Jeanne. She had the right height, weight, and hair color. She was dressed in as short a skirt as I had seen that could be designated a skirt and not a belt. Her top was a tank top with a light zippered sweatshirt over it. She went in and for the next 45 minutes I salivated over what she might be having... western omelet with hash browns, or maybe waffles. That turkey sandwich was not holding up very well.
At about 2pm, Jeanne pulled out of Denny's and I followed her north of Seattle until she pulled into the mostly empty parking lot of a "gentlemen's" club. Where there hell did they come up with that euphemism? In any case, she entered and I waited for a few minutes. Was she working there? Stripping? Bartending? Was she just meeting someone? After about 30 minutes, I called Craig's cell. He answered right away. I told him where I was.
After laughing, he finally answered my question. "Yes, go in there. If she's working there, get a lap dance, buy her a drink, and then bring up her real identity and tell her why you are there. It's all chargeable to the client. We have to tell them where she is and what she's doing, so there's no secret if we put table dance on the charge sheet." He chuckled. "Although mommy and daddy may be less than thrilled."
"Okay. I got it. This sounds like a tough job, but I think I can handle it."
He laughed again. "When was the last time you were in a strip club?"
"20 years ago."
He chuckled and added. "Have fun!"
"Yeah, right." I hung up and headed toward the club.
I approached the entrance and noticed the hours said 1pm to 2am. They had just opened. That explained the lack of cars in the lot, along with the fact that it was a work day. As I entered, even though it was not sunny outside, I immediately had trouble seeing. It was very dark in there and it took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust. There was a small entrance desk, but nobody was there, so I figured they charged cover after a certain hour or maybe only on weekends. I walked into the middle of the room and saw that there was a central stage that jutted out into the middle of the floor and in a horseshoe shape around it was a line of stools at the stage and a couple of rows of tables on the floor. The lights were very low, with almost everything pointed at the stage. I went to a table and sat down.
The waitress came over and I ordered a beer. I would just have to nurse it since I didn't want to imbibe very much. She was dressed in a g-string bathing suit and it did nothing to hide her well proportioned physical attributes. She was stacked. On the stage, a woman was going through the motions of dancing and was perched in front of two guys who were sitting there feeding one dollar bills into her g-string. She was naked except for that and her tits were definitely artificially enhanced. I sat there for a couple of minutes when, low and behold, Jeanne came out and walked right over to me.
"Hey, baby, I'm Jasmine. Would you like a table dance?"
She was wearing a schoolgirl's outfit, only I was sure no school had ever seen an outfit like this. She was small and young and definitely looked the part. The top was tied in a knot just under her breasts and not a single button was buttoned. Her cleavage was not impressive since she was a pretty small, lithe, and small-boned person, but there were definitely tits under there. Her nipples were showing through the material, which looked like it had been washed within an inch of its life. Her skirt was short enough that her ass was hanging out the back and her cheeks with the g-string showing were readily visible. Ah, men. We are visually stimulated, aren't we?
I smiled when she said that so she took that as an approval to sit on my lap. "C'mon. I know you want at least one table dance."
I grinned. "How much are they?"
She smiled. "$20."
"Sure, I'll have a table dance." I reached into my pocket and pulled out a twenty. I was glad I just went to the cash machine, although I noticed there was one in the corner to ensure us poor saps were separated from as much of our money as possible. Besides, it wasn't really my money since I was going to expense it.
Jasmine/Jeanne kissed me on the cheek. "Good. You just turn this way." She pulled on my chair and made sure I rotated so that my legs were facing out. She sat back on my lap. "What's your name?"
"John."
"Well, John, we'll get started with the next song so that you get the whole song, okay?"
"Okay." I didn't mind too much since she was sitting on my lap, and rubbing her barely covered body around on me, searching for my hard dick. It was going to get there pretty soon.
I noticed on stage that the dancer had taken off her g-string and was now dancing fully nude, including doing the splits in front of the guys, leaving nothing, and I mean nothing, to the imagination. It was the first time I had been in a club like this. Jeanne saw where I was looking.
"She's hot, isn't she?"
"Uh, yeah."
"First time in here?"
"Yes."
"New to this area or just now getting around to checking us out."
"Pretty new to the area -- and I haven't been to a strip club in a while."
"Really? How long since you been in one?"
"20 years."
She grinned. "Wow. I'm 20. You haven't been in one of these my entire life. That's hard to think about. In any case, yes, this is a fully nude club. We dance fully nude on stage, but have to keep our bottoms on for table dances." She grinned salaciously. "But in the back, in the VIP lounges, we can be completely nude -- and completely private. Interested in that?"
I hesitated. "How much for that?"
She smiled. She was getting everything she wanted out of me. "Well, 20 minutes is $200 and 30 minutes is $250. Interested?"
I looked at her. She was actually a very pretty girl and had a nice body. She was pretty irresistible to an old dog like me.
"Let's do the table dance first, and then we can discuss that."
She grinned and leaned over to whisper in my ear, although I think it was so that she could rub her tits on my chest. "After I get done with the table dance, honey, you aren't going to want to leave."
I smiled at her. "Then show me, gorgeous."
I could tell that she liked the gorgeous comment. The song ended and the announcer called for the next dancer, named Crystal, to take the stage. I guess none of them used their real names.
Jeanne/Jasmine got up to start dancing. She pushed my legs apart and stood between them. She leaned over, took my hands, and put them on the arms of the chair. "I can use my hands, but you can't -- at least out here. In the VIP lounge, you can do whatever I let you do." She stood back up and started rotating in front of me in time to the beat of the music. When she was facing away from me, she bent over slightly and rubbed her ass back and forth on my crotch. I just watched as her little bubble butt rotated across where my dick was getting hard. Then she slowly sat on my lap and leaned back into me, still facing away, lying completely up against me. She put her head on my shoulder. I could smell some kind of light perfume and I was getting more of a chubby. Jeanne then stood and bent over in front of me, displaying that wondrous ass fully. The g-string she was wearing was nothing but a string between her cheeks and the slightly brown rosebud around her asshole was visible along with most of her asshole itself. The string widened to the patch of cloth covering her crotch, but it barely did that and I could see a small portion of her lips peeking out. She ran her hand over it, patting her pussy to make sure I got the message. She stood up and turned around, tugging on the knot of the shirt. She pulled it open, took it off, and tossed it on the table, baring her very pert, probably B-cup tits. Her areolas were very pink in this dim light, and the nipples had hardened a little. She grinned at me and crawled up over me, putting her tits right in my face. I stared at them and then looked up at her. She grinned. "You like my tits?"
"Oh, yes. They're beautiful."
"Thank you." She put her legs together between mine, leaned against me so that my face was pressing up against her chest right between her tits, and proceeded to slowly slide off me, dragging her tits past my face, down my chest, and over my crotch until she was kneeling on the floor. She then rubbed them over my now turgid cock. She could feel it in my jeans and she gave me a knowing smile.
She stood up and started dancing between my legs again and sat on my dick, rubbing her tight little ass all over it. She knew right where it was. Then, suddenly, the song ended. She slowly stood up and turned around. She grabbed her top and draped it over her shoulders, but didn't tie it. "I like you, John. Do you want to try the VIP lounge now?"
"Not right away. Why don't you sit for a minute and let me buy you a drink."
Her face brightened a little at that, although I'm sure she would have preferred the VIP lounge, and she sat on my lap, waving at the waitress. The waitress was there in two shakes of -- well, everything on her was shaking and wiggling - even for a few seconds after she arrived!
"Gloria, get me a club soda." Gloria wiggled her way back to the bar.
I looked at her. "Don't you want something alcoholic?"
She smiled. "I'm only 20, remember?"
"Oh, yeah. I forgot. Well, that table dance made me forget everything except the shape of your body."
She laughed. "Well, thanks." She leaned over to whisper in my ear. "The bartender will know it's for me and she'll make sure I have a little something extra in my drink."
"Okay, good." I decided to start getting to the point. "How long have you danced here?"
"About 6 months."
"Is this your first job as a dancer?" I stayed away from the word stripper.
"Yes. I was a little nervous at first, but hey, it's only a human body. And the money is great. I'll have enough to take some classes next semester at UW."
"Yeah? College? What do you want to major in?"
She looked at me with a smirk. "Physical education!" She giggled at that.
I laughed, too. "Well, you are certainly qualified to educate people in the ways of physicality."
She finally got off my lap and sat next to me, but very close. She kept running her hand up and down my thigh, teasing me with the possibility of grabbing my dick. We discussed some mundane items and after I got a second beer, I decided that I had to tell her what I was there for.
"Jasmine, I have something very important to tell you and I hope you aren't mad at me."
She looked at me quizzically. "What?"
"My name is John and I know your name is Jeanne. I'm a private investigator who was hired by your parents to check up on you and make sure you were okay." She stared at me. "Please don't be mad. I like you, but they just wanted to make sure you were okay." She sat there and looked down at her hands. "Are you okay?"
She finally looked up at me. "You were hired by my mother and step-father?"
"Yes."
She took a deep breath. "You said private investigator, so they will pay for your expenses like they show on TV, right?"
"Of course."
"Good. If you want any more information out of me or want to talk to me any further, you can take me to the VIP lounge for 30 minutes." She stared at me.
"$250, right?"
"Yes." She got up and walked back toward where the lounges were. She stopped and turned back to me and held out her hand. I got up and followed. Shit! I hope this wasn't too much for Craig to take and charge a customer. I couldn't even begin to imagine how he would list it on the expense report. But Jeanne was definitely going to make sure she got paid for this discussion.
She led me back down a corridor to where there were three VIP lounges, VIP marked on the doors with a large bouncer in the hall. "This is George."
I looked at her. "I don't think I have $250 cash on me right now. Let me hit the ATM, okay?"
"Fine." She didn't sound fine, but I hurried to the ATM, took out another $300, and went back to George. He was sitting there patiently, but I didn't see Jeanne. I started to hand him the $250, but he shook his head no and pointed behind him.
He smiled. "Right there." He pointed to the middle door and I entered.
The VIP lounge was actually a small room with a large shelf coming out of the wall. The shelf was covered with a very thick shag-like carpet to make it more like a bed. There was also a small table that had a new drink for Jeanne and a new beer for me. I walked over and sat next to her on the shelf. She didn't look up. "Are you okay, Jeanne?"
She looked up at me. "Please use Jasmine in the club, okay?" She seemed smaller and frailer now. She had lost her swagger.
I took her hand. "Jasmine. It's okay. I will only tell them what you want me to say, but they will probably want to contact you to make sure you are okay."
I handed her the $250 and she put it in her little purse, which was filling up with money. She pushed me back and I lay down. She stood and lifted my feet up and I realized she wanted me completely prone. I lay down and she took off all her clothes, well, at least what there was of them. She was completely shaved, only the second one I'd seen. Her body was small, tight, and extremely hot. She climbed up and sat on me. "I'm going to tell you something and you can decide how much and what to tell my mother, okay?" She didn't mention her step-father and I was soon to find out why. "My mother married my step-father when I was 13. By the time I was 16, he was making sexual comments and trying to cop feels of me when my mother wasn't looking. I started avoiding him as much as possible and I stayed away from home a lot. My mother acted like she was oblivious and ignored what I told her. He tried to talk me to blowing him one day when I was 17 and a senior. I didn't tell my mother about that, but I punched him in the balls pretty good and left. I was only home when I had to be and when my mother was there. Even then, he'd try to sneak into my room at night. I left as soon as I turned 18, finished high school by living in a girlfriend's basement and moved here as soon as I got a paying job. My mother was completely distraught by my actions and I think she was starting to believe me, but she still didn't leave the asshole." She stopped and took a breath. "So what do you have to say now?"
I pulled her down and hugged her, talking into her ear. She let me. "Jasmine or Jeanne or whatever. I will pass along that you are fine and only whatever else is necessary, okay?"She pulled back and looked at me with big eyes. I decided I would try to lighten the mood. "Besides, I don't remember anything after you took off your g-string and showed me that you were completely shaved." I grinned, hoping she understood what I was saying.
She stared at me and realized I was trying to break up the seriousness of the situation. She punched me playfully. "Smartass."
She pushed herself back up, sitting directly on my hard cock. I hoped I didn't get a wet spot there, but she didn't seem to be getting that excited. I guess this was the status quo for her. "Thanks for that." She wiped her face and I couldn't tell if there was a tear there, but then she smiled. "Okay, time's a wastin', let's get started." She started humping me and grabbed my hands to put them on her tits. They were marvelous; young, ripe, firm, and responsive. As soon as I thumbed the nipples, they stood up. She was rocking back and forth on my dick, teasing it. It seemed to me that that was all you could get out of a strip joint, a good teasing and blue balls. That was my real reason for avoiding them. She grinned and looked down at the bulge in my jeans. "Hmmm. Now since my step-father is paying for this, I think it's only right that I take care of that."
I stared at her as she ran her hand down under my polo and into my jeans to grab my now rock hard cock. "Uh, that's not necessary -- and won't you get into trouble?"
She kept smiling as she worked her hand along the length of my shaft. "Whatever happens in the VIP stays in the VIP."
She kept stroking me the best that she could and I groaned. "This is probably a bad idea."
She started working on my belt and button. "No, it's a great idea. Nobody will know but you and I that the son-of-a-bitch paid for me to get you off when what he really wants is for me to suck him off." She now had my jeans open and was pushing on my boxers. "Help me out a little. Rise up."
She had her confident swagger back now that she was in charge of the situation and I was so fucking hard I wasn't about to stop her. I lifted my hips and she yanked down my jeans and boxers. My dick and balls were available to her now and she looked up at me as she sat just below them, stroking me. "Mmm. Nice girth. I bet you can fill a girl up good." I think my eyes opened wider at that. "Don't worry, I'm not going to fuck you or suck you. I don't have a condom in my little stripper purse and I don't do that -- at work." She grinned and ran her other hand up and over my chest and stomach, pushing my shirt up. "You're in good shape for being over 40. You're in better shape than about 80% of the men I see in here."
"Thanks." I groaned as she rose up, kneeling next to me and facing my crotch. She had her ass pointed in my direction.
"See if you see anything you like." She wiggled her ass at me and I put my hand on it. "Oh, you like my ass?"
"No, I love your ass."
She grinned and turned and kept stroking my cock. I was amazed at what was going on here. She was kneeling next to me and I could play with her, so I ran my hand over her ass, trailing my finger down over her ass and pussy. She rose up and turned to me. "No penetration." I nodded and she went back to work on my cock. I just stared at the gorgeous young private parts and kept running my hands over them as she jacked me. She was pretty good and her hands were small and soft. Her touch was just right. Even though I was a little apprehensive at first, I let go and let her have her way. I just closed my eyes, ran my hand over her ass, and enjoyed the hand job. It only took about 5 minutes of this before I was ready to cum.
"I'm going to cum!" I warned her, but she kept working on it. Finally, I erupted and she kept jacking me until she was done. I could feel some of my cum pooling on my lower abdomen and when she turned I could see why I didn't feel it squirt up onto my chest. She had put one of her hands right in front of my head and blocked the squirts, letting it hit her hand and dribble back onto my stomach. When I was finally done, she sat back on her haunches and looked at me.
"How was that?"
"Pretty good! Not as good as a blow job, but damn close."
She grinned. "Good. It's the first time I've ever taken a guy's dick out in the club."
"Really?"
"Oh, yeah. I don't trust anyone and there are a lot of assholes that come in here. For some reason I trust you and wanted to think about doing this and making my step-father pay for it. I haven't made a mistake, have I?"
I grinned at her. "No, you haven't. You can trust me. And I'm not going to tell your parents anything except that you are fine. I'm going to have to mention the club, but I'll only give them your phone number if I can get away with it. They paid for us to find you, though, so I may have to provide your address, too. Any problems with that?"
She looked at me for a few seconds. "No, I guess not. I can handle myself and my roommate and I can take care of my step-father if he decides to show up."
"Is your roommate tough?"
She grinned. "Yeah, she's tough. Now, let's get you put back together and enjoy our last few minutes."
She retrieved a couple of tissues out of her purse and I wiped up my spunk the best that I could. I held the tissues in one hand while I waited for a place to dump them. She looked at me and smiled. "Here." She held out her hand and I put the tissues in her hand. "Ew! Cold spunk! Yuck!" She grinned and then dumped them into her cup that still had half her drink in it. "That will cover it up. Just looks like I put a table napkin in there."
I rearranged my pants and she got dressed. We sat and I asked her about working there and she told me some stories about how the bouncers had to throw guys out who would be drunk before showing up and start pawing at the girls like animals. I asked her about the bouncers and she told me if I wanted to make a friend of George, to tip him. She had to give him the house take, but tips would be appreciated. I pulled out $40 and asked if that was enough. She said that was more than enough. What the hell, I was going to expense it anyway.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Jasmine smiled. "Two minutes. That's the warning that our time is almost up."
I looked at her. She was barely older than my daughter and I was old enough to be her father. I suddenly felt very old and very dirty for doing what we had done.
"Jasmine, I'm sorry about all this."
"About what?"
"You know, all of this." I swept my hand around the room.
She put her hand on mine and leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "It's not your fault. You just do what you have to do and I'll do what I have to do."
"Okay."
We stepped over to the door and opened it. George was sitting there. He looked at me and I held out my hand. "Thanks, George." I handed him the money, including a tip, and he looked at me. He smiled and nodded.
We walked out into the main area and I sat back down at the same table. Jasmine sat with me and Gloria appeared. She was definitely the voluptuous type and I loved the way she jiggled. I ordered one more beer and Jasmine sat next to me, her arm intertwined with mine. She told me some funny stories about working there, but nothing specific. I figured they (strippers) were probably experts at that.
Finally, I got up to leave. I felt rather than noticed someone quickly come up to me from the right side. I was just able to overhear my name being shouted since the music was pretty loud. Because of those two things I flinched and that's what probably saved me. I felt the blow to the back of my head, but fortunately it was a glancing one. That flinch was purely a reflex action; otherwise I fear what might have happened to my head. I was dazed and I remember looking up and thinking that it was one of the guys from the drug gang, but I was too out of it to do anything about it. And then everything faded to black.
*To be continued...* |
Step By Step Ch. 06 | 27,982 | 4.7 | 528,218 | [
"lesbian d/s",
"wedding",
"collaring"
] | Rather sheepishly Helen returned to the kitchen to find Sam stirring a tomato sauce for the pasta. She came up behind her friend and wrapped her arms about her.
"Thank you, Sam, that was very special," she said.
Sam didn't answer but she switched off the gas under the sauce and turned round and kissed Helen full on the lips. Helen responded without any thoughts of "I'm kissing a woman" or "This is unnatural"; it was simply a kiss between lovers and it was as natural as breathing. For maybe five minutes they stood there, locked together, until Sam broke away.
"I'd love just to stay here and kiss you all night," she purred, "but if we don't get on with dinner then we're never going to get out."
"Out?" Helen queried. "Where are we going?"
"There's this club I know, girls only place, and there's a crowd I hang out with who tend to meet up there on Saturdays. I thought we'd go down and I'd show you off to my friends."
"Show me off? I'm not at all sure about that," Helen replied with an air of uncertainty in her voice.
"What's up?" Sam asked. "Scared of going to a club full of lezzies?
"It's just.... Look, Sam, I'm not sure I'm ready," Helen replied nervously.
"Hey, I understand, but we're just going to a club, I'm not asking you to come out to your parents or anything like that. Please, come along and meet the gang, they're really nice people." Sam gave Helen a little hug. "Go on, give it a try. Anyway, I bought a new dress for you to wear."
"Another new dress!" Helen exclaimed. "I thought you were broke."
"Yeah, I am, but whilst Bernard was cutting your hair I had to do something so I went back to the market and picked you up a little number. Nothing much but it's just the thing for going out clubbing."
"I'm not sure if that makes me more nervous or less," Helen replied laughing, "but, seeing as you've bought the dress it looks like I'll have to go to the club with you."
"That's better; now let's get on with the meal." Sam gave Helen one last kiss and turned back to the stove.
As the two women worked together Helen mulled over what Sam had said. I'm not asking you to come out to your parents. That was a pretty scary thought; they had been disapproving enough when she had broken up with Rob, implying that it had been her fault for not being a 'good' wife; what on earth would they say when she turned up with Sam? Still, maybe they wouldn't need to find out, not for a while anyway. But that raised the whole question of what to do about family parties, about Christmas, about any event when she was expected to put in an appearance; was her whole life from now on going to be a lie? She certainly hadn't the courage to face her family just yet and she doubted she ever would.
Sam was not so insensitive as to not notice the turmoil within her friend but, guessing at its origin, she let it run. She was no stranger to the coming out process and knew that Helen, like so many before her, had to work it out for herself. By the time the food was on the table the cloud had passed and they chatted freely as they ate.
They finished their meal and washed up the dishes before going upstairs to get changed ready to go out. Sam produced the bag from the market and brought out a classic 'little black number', short sleeved, plenty of cleavage and short enough to be daring whilst long enough to be decent.
"I can't wear this!" Helen exclaimed. "It's far too young for me; I'll look like mutton dressed as lamb."
"You can and will!" Retorted Sam sharply. "And I've had far too much backchat; you can consider that an order."
"Well... If you say so," Helen conceded. "Do I at least get to wear panties?"
"No, I don't think so; it's pretty figure hugging and we don't want any VPL; what is more, with that cleavage, you won't be wearing a bra either."
Helen, despite her reluctance, was tingling inside from the thought of being 'ordered' to wear this daring dress so she took it from Sam and headed for the bathroom to get changed. She hadn't reached the door before Sam called her back and told her such modesty was not allowed so she put the dress on the bed and shrugged of the one they had bought earlier. Sam was watching all the while and, although it made Helen self conscious, she was fast getting used to being naked, or near naked in front of her friend. She slipped the new dress over her head and wriggled inside it. Calling the dress 'figure hugging' had been an understatement; if the Lycra fabric had not been so stretchy there would have been no way she could have got it on at all. In fact Sam had to help pull it down but, eventually, between them they got it sorted out and Helen looked at herself in the mirror. She had to admit that Sam had been right to ban underwear, the fabric was so tight that anything other than a thong would have been visible, and, as for her breasts, well, the deep cleavage precluded wearing any bra, but the tight material gave her all the support she needed even if it did leave little to the imagination. were her nipples really that obvious? However, once she got over how revealing the dress was, Helen had to admit that it didn't look that bad; the tight fabric was holding in her tummy and accentuating what curves she had. Combined with her new haircut this was a whole new look for her; she really felt like a different woman. She ran her fingers through her hair, trying to sort out the mess that had resulted from pulling on the dress but as soon as she lifted her arm the hem line of the dress rose dramatically. Oh my God! She thought to herself making a mental note to keep her arms down once they were out.
"God, you look sexy." Sam had come up behind her and, putting her arms around Helen's waist, looked over her shoulder to admire the effect. "You look good enough to eat," Sam continued and, as if to illustrate the point, she took a little nibble on Helen's shoulder.
"Do you really think so?" Helen asked, still uncertain.
"Absolutely. Now, if you sit at the dressing table and do your make-up then I can get on with changing. You're not the only one dressing up tonight."
It was a bit awkward for the two of them in Sam's crowded bedroom but Helen did as she was told and let Sam get on with changing her clothes. As Sam stripped Helen watched out of the corner of her eye. Sam had none of Helen's nervousness about being naked, indeed she seemed to revel in it, taking off her jeans and tee shirt and throwing them in the dirty washing basket before searching in her wardrobe. Helen was struck, first by how sexy Sam looked, but secondly by the very fact that she was finding another woman sexy. Was this purely because Sam had been responsible for introducing her to a whole new range of sexual pleasures or was she developing a whole new appreciation for the female form? Whichever, the hairbrush lay unused on the dressing table as she stared at her lover, mesmerised.
"Come on, slowcoach!" Sam joshed as she turned and noticed her friend's inactivity. "You can't sit there all night."
Helen turned back to the mirror and got on with her hair. The new cut was certainly easier to deal with and she quickly had it under control. Meanwhile Sam had fetched out a white blouse and a dark blue trouser suit; Helen had never seen her looking so stylish and, even if the outfit were a shade masculine, she was still definitely a woman.
As the two women sorted out their make-up there was an inevitable bit of push and shove around the dressing table which quickly turned to good natured banter; Helen couldn't help but contrast this with the foul moods that Rob used to get into before any social gathering and how much easier it was with Sam, despite the crowded conditions in her bedroom. In fact she was having fun, something that had been missing from her life for far too long. Eventually they got themselves sorted out and, still giggling together, set off out to walk to the club.
As they made their way down the streets in the evening sunlight Helen was all too aware of just how short her skirt was. She kept having to tug it down as it seemed to have a mind of its own and was constantly riding up and threatening to expose her. Still, as they passed another party also heading into town she realised that many of the girls were wearing equally short skirts. She wasn't the only one; the various clubs and discos would be full of girls in risqué outfits. It was just such a shock for her to be out like this, for her to be the girl in the short dress, for her not to be Miss Prim and Proper.
However, as they neared the town centre and were waiting to cross the road at some traffic lights, a mini-bus full of lads, evidently on a stag night, pulled up waiting to turn right. The windows were wide open as the occupants enjoyed the warm weather.
"Hey guys! Check out the knockers on that!" One of the lads shouted.
"Oi! Darlin!" Another called out. "Yeah, you in the black dress; show us yer knickers."
"Come on, don't be shy. There's plenty of room in the van. Come inside and sit on my face!" Yet another shouted. The side door started to open but, to Helen's relief, the lights changed and the mini-bus drove off.
"That was... That was scary," Helen said, turning to Sam.
"Nah, just lads mucking about," Sam replied. "You should take it as a compliment. Surely you've had cat calls before."
"Not like that," Helen returned.
"Maybe you've never looked this sexy before. Come on, the lights have changed." Sam took Helen by the hand and set off across the road.
The club, when they reached it, turned out to be down an alleyway just of the High Street. Helen would never have spotted it had she not been led there. When they got to the door a shutter was drawn aside briefly before the door was opened, letting them through into a hallway. Helen was astonished to find that the doorkeeper was a young woman wearing a collar, wrist cuffs and an arrangement made of strapping which left nothing to the imagination.
"Good evening, Mistress," The woman said. "We haven't seen you for quite a while."
"Hi, Julie. How's tricks?" Sam replied. "Pass me the visitor's book and I'll sign my friend in."
Julie reached under the counter and fetched out a leather bound visitors book. Helen tried to keep her eyes averted but she couldn't help herself from taking sideways glances. The woman appeared totally unselfconscious about sitting there practically naked and was acting as if this were a normal, day to day, occurrence. Perhaps it was, that would explain the security on the door, but if so, what sort of club had Sam brought her to and what was going to be expected of her?
The formalities completed Sam started to lead Helen down a passageway into the body of the club but Helen was not going to go that easily.
"Sam!" she hissed, grabbing her friend by the sleeve. "What sort of place is this? What have you got me into?"
"Just a club where the girls get together, girls who share our tastes in the bedroom, a place where we can be what we want to be without attracting too much attention," Sam replied airily.
"And you expect me to dress up like that?" Sam said, pointing at Julie. "I'd rather die."
Sam looked at her friend and realised she might have overstepped the mark. However, she wasn't going to back out now.
"No, of course I don't expect you to dress up like that, well, not unless you choose to. Please, Helen, give it a try, will you?" she pleaded. "No one's going to ask you to do anything you don't want to. I promise you'll be safe and I promise I'll look after you. Come and have one drink and, if you still don't like it, we'll leave and go somewhere else. Please, just one drink."
At that point the door to the main body of the club and a woman came out and gave Sam a friendly wave before heading for the toilets. Whilst her outfit was mostly black leather and had many BDSM overtones it was neither as outrageous nor as revealing as Julie's. Helen hovered on the edge of indecisiveness. She was well outside her comfort zone, and felt that she had been tricked into coming but she didn't want to be prudish and she didn't want to end the day on a sour note so, in the end, somewhat reluctantly, she gave in.
Sam led her into the body of the club; quite a small room, discretely lit, with booths round the edges and a bar and small stage at one end. It was about half full and Helen could see at once that everyone was dressed, to some extent, following a BDSM theme. Having said that the outfits varied widely so that some could even have been worn on the street and her, and Sam's, rather vanilla outfits weren't out of place. At the other end of the scale was the obvious dominatrix in a black leather catsuit who sat at one end of the bar and the bar staff were dressed, or should that be undressed, in the same fashion as the doorkeeper. Sam led Helen over to the bar and the dominatrix who sat there.
"Hi, Sam," the woman said as they approached. "We haven't seen you here in a while. Who's your friend?"
"Hi, Wanda. This is Helen. She's new to all this so I thought I'd bring her down to meet the crowd."
"Helen, what a pretty little thing you are; if you weren't Sam's I'd be tempted, very tempted. How would you like to join my harem; learn how to serve a real Mistress?" Wanda looked Helen up and down lasciviously and somehow Helen felt more naked than she had ever been before. Sam put her arm around Helen as if to protect her.
"Don't worry; I'm only playing with you," Wanda laughed. "Anyway, Sam, you know the rules, it's all look and no touch; not without permission, anyway. Now, can I get you a drink?" Wanda clicked her fingers and immediately the barmaid was there. "Now, as it's your subbie's first time here your first drink is on me."
Sam ordered a white wine but Helen, wanting to keep a clear head, stuck to coke. Whilst their drinks were being poured Wanda, seeing another member enter the club, gave Sam and Helen a little smile and went off to meet the newcomers. Sam was looking around when she was spotted by some friends who waved her over so, taking Helen once more by the hand, they went and joined the group.
Again the costumes were mixed; possibly the most daring was a black leather basque but others were in quite plain clothes. Helen noticed that all the subs, as she was learning to call them, wore collars. Whilst the group was friendly there was a constant air of sexual tension; some of the Dommes had appraised Helen in a way that made her more than a trifle uncomfortable and one had gone as far as to comment to Sam how sexy she looked. However it quickly became apparent that, as with Wanda, the rule was look but don't touch. Still feeling a more than a little out of place Helen sat down with Sam and joined the group.
Most of the conversation was about people and places that she didn't know but they were all very friendly and did their best to help Helen join in. When the woman in the basque, who had been introduced as Mistress Alex, suggested another round of drinks Sam looked over at Helen who, surprised that the first one had gone so quickly, agreed to a second. A younger woman in a white dress got up to fetch the drinks and, when she returned, she sat back down next to Helen.
"Hello," she said. "You're Helen Wilson, aren't you, from accounts, down at the council. I almost didn't recognise you with your new haircut. You've kept this side of yourself well hidden at the office."
"Yes, yes I am, and you're... in personnel..." Helen struggled to get the name.
"That's right, Susan Woodman, or perhaps I should say, slave susan at your service. I didn't know you were a member here."
"I'm not. I came with Sam," Helen replied. "This is all a bit new to me."
"So I can see, and you without a collar. You'd better watch yourself, an uncollared sub as pretty as you will be fighting the Dommes off but, if you came with Sam, aren't you her sub?"
"I'm not sure. In fact I'm not sure what I am; it's all a bit confusing," Helen confessed.
"Yeah, it can be at first, let me tell you about my first time here..."
Suddenly it was as if a cloud had lifted for Helen. Instead of being some strange weirdo this was Susan from personnel, instead of being expected to take everything in her stride here was someone who understood her doubts and uncertainties and, almost immediately, they were deep in conversation, ignoring the rest of the group as they found more and more that they shared a common loathing of the office politics at the council buildings and a certain appreciation of having a well spanked bottom. At some point their drinks were refreshed but they hardly noticed. Susan explained about the dress code, how some sort of fetish gear was expected but not compulsory, especially around 'that time of the month'.
"You've picked a good night to come," Susan continued, "Rose is being collared tonight."
"Collared? What does that mean?" Helen asked.
"You really are new to all this, aren't you?" Susan said. "It's a special occasion, a bit like a marriage in a way, when a slave formally submits to her Domme."
"And no one uses a collar without this ceremony?" Helen asked in surprise.
"Well, it's a bit more complex than that," Susan explained. "Every sub ought to wear a collar, I'm surprised you haven't got one, but there's a world of difference between putting on a collar for a bit of play and a formal collaring. It's more like a marriage... Well, you'll see when the time comes."
It wasn't long after this that the lights in the club were lowered even further and the lights on the stage came on. As an expectant hush fell over the club Alex called Susan back to sit on her lap and Sam moved back to sit beside Helen.
"I see you found a friend," Sam whispered.
"Yeah, that's Susan from the office. She's...." Helen replied.
"Shh now," Sam countered. "Watch the stage."
Wanda made her way across the club and up on to the stage where she fetched a microphone out from the wings.
"Ladies," She announced. "Tonight is a joyous occasion, an occasion when two friends, two people we all know, have chosen to share with us their commitment, their commitment to their roles, their commitment to each other. Ladies, let's have a big hand for Mistress Angela and slave rose."
To the sound of cheers and cat-calls a woman dressed from head to toe in an outfit made of burgundy leather stood up and made her way to the stage. It was only when she got there that Helen was able to see that she was not alone. Following on her hands and knees was another woman dressed in a cloak that matched her Mistress's outfit. As she mounted the stage Wanda reached down and removed the cloak to reveal that she was completely naked beneath it. Helen, along with many others at the back of the club, stood up to get a better look.
"slave rose," Wanda was back on the microphone. "accepting the collar is not a step to be undertaken lightly. The collar, once accepted, cannot be removed. Do you give yourself willingly, and free of any conditions, to serve your Mistress from this day forth?"
"I do."
"Then pledge your vows so that all can hear."
"Mistress," slave rose continued, "your slave kneels here before you, naked to symbolise that she is nothing, that she has nothing. It is your slave's one devout wish to serve you from this day forth, to be an extension of your will, your humble servant. And so, on my knees, I meekly offer you my body, my soul, my heart. From this day forth your slave has no will but it's your will, no wish but it's your wish, no wants but they are your wants. Your slave begs you to accept this gift, to take her, to own her, to keep her forever."
Slave rose knelt forward and kissed the tips of Mistress Angela's boots.
"Mistress Angela," Wanda continued. "Accepting a slave is not a step to be undertaken lightly. With ownership come responsibilities. Do you take her willingly, to be yours from this day forth?"
"I do."
"Then pledge your vows so that all can hear."
"slave rose," Mistress Angela's voice was clear and commanding. "your gift is all I desire, I delight in your servitude. It is with great joy that I accept your offer, that you are hence forth mine and I vow that I shall do all in my power to care for and protect my property, to hold her close against the storms of life. Let all around hear that slave rose is mine and mine alone to hold and care for; my precious child, my slave."
Mistress Angela leant forward and kissed slave rose on the top of her head.
Wanda reached into the wings of the stage and brought out a collar resting on a velvet cushion which she passed to Mistress Angela who took it and fastened it around slave rose's neck.
"The collar is the symbol of belonging," Wanda intoned. "Let all that see know that hence forth slave rose is the exclusive property of Mistress Angela."
Then Wanda reached again into the wings this time returning with a padlock. Again this was passed to Mistress Angela who used it to lock the collar around slave rose's neck.
"The lock is the symbol of permanence, a symbol that these vows are forever. Let all who see know that slave rose is the property of Mistress Angela from this day forth."
A third time Wanda reached into the wings and this time it was a leash, its burgundy leather matching Mistress Angela's outfit.
"The leash is the symbol of leadership. Let all who see know that slave rose follows the lead of Mistress Angela and none other." Wanda then turned to the club. "With these three symbols we here have witnessed here the joining of Mistress Angela and slave rose as one entity, a bonding as holy as any matrimony. Let us all rejoice in their union; Ladies, the Mistress and her slave!"
A massive cheer erupted from the body of the club with lots of calls of 'hear hear!'. Mistress Angela leant down and, lifting slave rose's face, kissed her full on the lips. Then, taking the leash, she led her newly bonded slave back to their seats.
Helen had sat entranced by the whole thing. This was a whole new world of which she knew nothing but, instead of the dark perversions she had been brought up to expect here was a ceremony full of love and devotion. She had seen the look in the face of slave rose, a look of total adoration matched only by the look of loving care from Mistress Angela. Her hand clasped Sam's all the while; would they, could they ever go through anything like that? Was this what she wanted? Was this what was in store for her?
With the ceremony over Susan came back to sit next to her friend.
"Looks like our Rosy is in for a well smacked bottom tonight!" she joked.
"A what..." Helen was jerked back from the sublime to the everyday.
"A well smacked bottom, and, if I know Rosy, she'll love every minute of it. You'll like her; she's real fun to be with. She's a bit busy at the moment or I'd introduce you."
Helen looked over at the collaring party. There were plenty gathering round and there were even presents being exchanged. Again the comparisons with a wedding were plain to see and she felt a little jealous. However, her own group weren't going to ignore her and she was pulled back into the general conversation.
It was well gone two in the morning when Sam suggested that it was time to return home. Helen was amazed; the evening had flown by and she hadn't had so much fun in ages. Once she had got past the unusual clothing and the odd occasion when a sub would be noticeably subservient it was just normal people having a fun time together. The collaring ceremony had been an added bonus.
"Sam?" Helen asked as they tottered, slightly tipsily down the street. "Have you ever been in a collaring ceremony?"
"Me?" Sam laughed. "I've never met the right person, well, not yet, anyway. Why do you ask?"
"No reason," Helen lied, "no reason." |
Still Waters Ch. 04 | 6,230 | 4.78 | 1,840,681 | [
"passion",
"werewolf romance",
"true love",
"non-human",
"nonhuman"
] | *Hello everyone, life goes on and each day brings new opportunities. In this chapter, I wanted to redirect the story back to my main characters, Evangeline and Declan, but I always try to tie up loose ends.
So hopefully, the dialog in this section of story does that. Let me know what you think?
AN: All characters are above the age of consent. Now, please enjoy, chapter 4.*
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The family entered the dining hall. Everyone was relieved to see Bertha with her daughters. Some people came forward and greeted them, while other simply smiled. Each member of the pack felt Bertha's heartbreak, and even though she wore a brave face, they knew that these last few days were not easy on the matriarch. Kina and Reggie chatted for a few minutes and then moved to the buffet prepare their meals.
Many of the women took a moment to speak with Bertha. Despite the fact that she was often left alone, many needed to express their concern. Bertha took some time and answered their questions, while assuring them that she would be fine. She thanked them for their concern. She realized that it wasn't the pack members that isolated themselves from her, she really separated herself from them. Bertha sat and relaxed as she accepted a warm embrace from her alphas. She looked around, and sighed. This place was the same, yet different. Despite the fact that her world had changed, life went on around her as if nothing had changed at all. She sighed.
"Grandmama, are you ok?" Cam Jr. asked worried.
"I'm fine son. You don't have to sit with me. You should go be with your friends." Bertha suggested. Since meeting her grandson earlier, he rarely left her side. In so many ways, he was just like his grandfather.
"No, Grandmama, I'll wait." He answered politely.
The women that were talking to bertha smiled. Her grandpup was a true gentleman. Cam Jr. came to sit with her and waited as she talked with her friends.
"Auntie Vange, can you give me some bread?" Kylie asked.
Evangeline smiled, "Sure what else would you like?" Evangeline asked. Then she proceeded to help her niece fill her plate. Not to be outdone, Lawson latched on to his new Uncle Declan. Uncle Declan had a twin brother. In Lawson's eyes he was so lucky.
Evangeline helped their niece, Kylie, while Declan helped their nephew, Lawson. Cam wanted to prepare a plate for his Grandmama. "Grandmama, I'll fix your food. Ok, sit and wait right here. I'm coming." Bertha sat and waited. She smiled. Her grandson was such an amazing and caring young man. Soon, Cam brought her a plate full of vegetables and very lean meat. She thanked him, and he asked her to wait for him. He went back and prepared his own dish.
Soon everyone was seated and the family ate. Cam talked with Grandmama Bertha as she ate. She was fascinating to him. His momma never talked about her but he was glad to finally meet her. He had so many questions, and surprisingly Bertha didn't mind answering them.
Her other two grand pups would not be left out, they too wanted time with Grandmama Bertha. "Grandmama will you read to me before I go to sleep?" kylie asked.
"No, Kylie, Grandmamma is playing my game with me tonight." Lawson stated, "I promised to teach her how to shoot."
"Grandmama doesn't want to play your dumb game. Do you Grandmamma?" Kylie asked. Both twins faced Bertha waiting for an answer.
Before Bertha could reply, Cam Jr. spoke, "Grandmama needs to rest. Let's take care of her tonight, ok. Lawson, we can make sure she has her slippers and her blankets on her bed. Kylie, you can sing for her, OK." The twins nodded. They never disagreed with Cam Jr.
Suffice it to say, both Kani and Benia were shocked. Cam and Reggie smiled. They knew that if anyone could reach their mother in law, it was the kids. Grandparents and grandkids always had a special bond.
*See, no one has even noticed us.* Declan teased.
Evangeline smiled. *Well, mate,* She teased relishing in his new title. *Don't speak too soon.*
"Auntie Vang, Uncle Declan, can we go to your house?" Six year old, Kylie asked climbing into Declan's lap. Her brother, Lawson, watched, eagerly awaiting answer. Uncle Declan was fun, and maybe his brother Deacon would be there too. They'd have a great time at his house."
"You have to ask your mom and dad." Declan explained. "When they say it's fine, then yeah you two can come over."
"Yay!", the twins squealed. "Momma, momma, Uncle Declan said yea. Can we go?" They pleaded. Kina laughed. Declan was so cool, so calm. He had no idea that he was being set up by a pair of twins.
*Don't laugh so hard, sis. Remember, I am a twin too. They won't be able to get over so easily.* Declan sent to a stunned Kina.
She laughed and replied. *Right, whenever you're ready. They are all yours. Oh, and welcome to the family. It took you long enough.*
Declan laughed, Evangeline looked at him. She smiled. This was as it should be.
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Days went by, and life moved on. Kylie and Lawson loved being at Jackson. They found many new friends and they now had another Grandmama that could spoil them. A few days earlier, Benia and Lani along with their mates returned to Kingsley. Bertha shared a tearful good bye with her daughters. She shared a long hugged with CJ and promised him that he could come stay with her anytime. She also promised to come see him at Kingsley. Both Kylie and Lawson hated to see their older cousin leave and they promised him that they would look after Grandmama.
Benia was silent. She watched her mother say good bye to CJ. She smiled. She remembered the conversation they'd had the day before. She was cleaning the living room when Momma came out of her room. Benia stopped. "No, don't stop. Let me help." Bertha offered.
As they cleaned, Bertha talked. "When you were younger, you used to do get into so many things. No matter how much I tried to chastise you, you never stopped. Many times, you'd have your sisters with you. You girls drove me nuts." she laughed.
Benia smiled. She remembered her mother always coming down on her.
*"Benia Angelica DuPont, you better listen to me girl. If you go back to that river again with those wolves, I'm coming down there and pulling you back by your ear."* Bertha fussed.
Benia didn't see why her Mom was always fussing. She and her friends were just having fun.
*Momma, sheesh, we were just hanging out.* Benia fumed.
*Hanging out! Hanging out!* Bertha screeched. *How many girls have gotten in the family way from hanging out Benia. You and Evangeline will not go back down there.* Bertha was done. *Now, for the rest of this month, you come straight home. I need you to clean this house from top to bottom. A little house work will give you something to do. Oh and Evangeline, you'd better be here with her.* Bertha added.
Benia remembered she was so mad. Her mother never wanted them to have fun. Even after she was banned from the river and two of her girlfriends were attacked by males from the city, she was still mad. Now looking back, she knew her mother was right. She smiled. Momma was always right.
"You were right. I wish I had listened. But each night, Daddy would always check on us. He'd tell us that you loved us and wanted the best for us. Then, he'd sing. He loved to sing. I will miss that the most." Benia sighed.
Bertha nodded. She would miss that as well. "I was hard on all of you. Too hard, at times, but as harsh as I was, I never broke your spirit." Bertha added.
Benia talked and Bertha listened. Benia learned many things about her mother, and her respect for her grew. Her mother was a strong woman.
Benia realized that she was no longer angry at her mother. This trip, even though it was a sad occasion, changed things. She stood smiling as she wondered what her dad would think about this. She believed he would smile one of his crooked smiles and say the phrases he always used when something made him happy, "Hmm, ain't that right."
Bertha stopped for a moment. She looked at Benia. "You know; you and Kyron need to catch up. I have three beautiful grand pups and now I want more. Maybe a little Benia to pay you back for all the stunts you pulled." Bertha teased.
Benia laughed, "Well, you have Evangeline and Declan too. They can also provide you with plenty of pups to spoil." She teased.
Bertha laughed, "Ain't that right." She mused.
Benia smiled. "Daddy would always say that. Then he'd sing."
"Gosh, that grated my nerves. He'd make up a song about anything." She turned pensive. "I just wish I had been a better mate."
Benia stopped. "Momma, you were a great mate. We all knew that you loved him. He knew. Even though you rode us hard, we saw that no matter what you protected daddy, even when we felt we needed to shield him from your fussing." Benia added, smiling.
"I do fuss a lot, huh?" Bertha asked not really needing an answer.
Benia nodded, "It's ok. If you ever stopped, we'd be worried."
Bertha smiled. "I love you Benia. Never doubt that. You are my daughter and I will always love you."
"I love you too, Momma" Benia whispered, The two women embraced.
"Benia, Benia" Someone called. "Love, are you finished? We need to head out." Kyron interrupted her reverie. They were driving back to Kingsley with their pack mates. It would be a long drive.
Benia smiled, "Yes, I'm ready." She rose up on her toes and kissed her mate soundly. "Come on, let's go home."
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Willie watched from the heavens. He'd spent the last few days, sending thoughts and love to his children. He spoke to them in their dreams and reminded them of life when they were younger. He helped them to see how much his love, his bertha sacrificed to keep them safe. He needed them to see their mother as she truly was. He smiled, they did not disappoint him. His Bertha would be alright now.
*Willie, it's time to step back now. You may watch, but you can no longer interfere.* Alphonso explained.
Willie paused. "They will be fine now and I need to let them go. Alpha, where do we go when we leave this place?" he asked.
Alphonso sighed. "Most spirits return to the heavens and reside in splendor. They have no memory of the life they left behind. Those who are pure evil are forced to suffer in the same way they tortured their loved ones on earth.
Willie sighed, "I want to move on. My family will be fine now. Bertha will heal and she will meet someone new, but not if she is holding on to me. I free her and I ask to be freed."
Alphonso smiled, "Willie, you are a great wolf. Your desire is granted. Enjoy your afterlife. Willie slowly faded away and soon Willie DuPont existed no more.
Bertha looked heavenward. She felt relief. She felt free. Something had changed, but she was not sure what. All she knew was that her love had just given her his final kiss goodbye, but she was not sad. He was ok, and she'd be fine. Bertha smiled, and sent, *I love you Willie DuPont. I will love you forever*
\*\*\*\*\*
Early one morning, Evangeline was returning to her job. She was nervous, and had not slept the night before. Bertha searched her bond with her daughters to find that Evangeline was troubled. She grabbed a light sweater, and went for a walk. She knew exactly where Evangeline was hiding.
"Evangeline, why are you still here?" Bertha asked her youngest daughter one morning as they stood beside the river.
Evangeline jumped, startled by her mother's appearance.
"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to scare you. I know you're going back to work today, but I can tell you don't want to go there." Bertha paused. "Evangeline, I've spent my entire life trying to be someone else. I've been a wife, mother, warrior, protector, and yes, even a dictator, but I have always been a woman. I regret not taking the time to do things I really wanted to do. Your father wanted to travel, but I never had the time. When Kina mated, he wanted to go see them, but I had reasons to not go. You needed your freedom, and I needed to keep you close."
Bertha walked to the river's edge. She stooped down and ran her hands through the cool water. "Still waters run deep Evangeline. You and I are like still waters. We feel deeper than most, and bleed the hardest. I apologize for stifling you, but my love, you need to live. When you go to that job today, decide if that's what you want. If it's not, leave. Declan is here and as much as I want to dislike him, he has earned my respect. He loves you Evangeline and you love him. Go, be with your mate. Whether it's in Louisiana or here, you two deserve a chance at happiness."
Evangeline just listened. She had so many questions. But for this moment, she simply listened. Bertha waited. "Momma, you don't understand. If I go to Wildwood, I can't come back right away."
Bertha nodded. "Yes, but I'm grown. I'm not alone, and you really are not responsible for me. Try a new excuse."
Evangeline took a deep breath. She wanted to go with Declan. She'd go tonight if he was ready, but that meant leaving her mother. Momma looked strong, but she knew how hard daddy's death really cut her. "Ok, tell me this, what do you love about Declan?"
"Momma, everything. He sees the real me. From day one, he looked at me and he accepted me. I never had to pretend with him. I never had to..." Evangeline looked away. "Poppa used to always tell me that I was special, but I never believed him. He was the only one that saw it. Then one night, I saw Declan, and the way he looked at me. No man has ever looked at me that way. I will do everything in my power to be there for him, to keep him happy. The thing is he'd do the same for me. He loves me, Momma and I love him."
Bertha nodded. Declan was an amazing young man. She wished she'd gotten to know him before this awful event happened. "Ok, tell me what do you love about this job?" Bertha asked.
Evangeline opened her mouth to answer and nothing came out. In truth, she hated her job. She hated her boss. She looked her coworkers, but they were more acquaintances than real friends. When Alexia came to visit, she really liked her, and for the first time in her life, she felt the tendrils of a true friendship.
"Momma, I lo...lov..., Um li... lik... God, I hate that job." She sighed. "My boss, Ms. Jakes is awful. She has no respect for me. When I went by the office last week to tell them I was ending my leave, she refused to even speak to me. When I'm there I feel suffocated, but I'm good at my job. The actual work is rewarding. It's just the people." She stopped.
"Baby girl, give them their office. Come home and pack. You need to meet your family. I'm fine. Kani and Reggie are here, so you don't have to worry about me." Bertha explained.
Evangeline smiled. "OK, Thanks for coming down here, I didn't think you knew about this place."
Bertha laughed, "Girl, where do you think you daddy and I used to sneak off too. The waters of this river hold many of our secrets."
Evangeline laughed, and hugged her mom. She was not surprised when Bertha hugged her back.
"Now, I must get to the office. I'll see you at dinner, right?" Evangeline asked.
"Maybe, unless you are packing for your trip." Bertha teased. Evangeline laughed. "Come on, let me walk you back."
Returning to the compound, Declan met her before she reported to her office. "Call me when you get a break, ok." He whispered as he gently kissed her goodbye.
Evangeline hated leaving him. But she reported to work. After a brief welcome back and a few condolences, the day went on as usual. "Well, Ms. DuPont, I see you've decided to return. I don't see why an entire week of was necessary."
Evangeline replied, "Ms. Jakes, I needed the time. Thank you for being so considerate."
Jakes frowned. For some reason, she didn't really like DuPont. However, she had to admit, the office did not run as smoothly. "You know, since you took an extended leave, you may not be able to take additional time for any other reason. I mean, if you and this young man you're seeing decide to try and get married."
Evangeline smiled. She and Declan were already married.
"Ms. Jakes, you have no need to worry." Evangeline assured her boss.
"Well, that's what you're saying now. We'll see." She added. "You need to catch up. Fortunately, Iris was a true professional. You could learn a lot from her. Meet me in my office; we'll go over your duties." She walked off.
Evangeline froze. She could go home. *Why was she here putting up with this awful woman?* She took a deep breath. *No, no, no when I took this job, I gave my word that I would not let my personal feeling affect my professional duties.* She reminded herself.
Reporting to the office, Evangeline listened as her boss listed what she needed to be done. "I know this may seem like a lot, but Iris had no problem getting things done. She even smiled every day." Ms. Jakes explained.
Evangeline was becoming more and more annoyed. Evangeline simply went about her day. At eleven, she was headed to lunch when her boss called her. "Ms. DuPont, I know you don't think you have the luxury of leaving for lunch. You have a lot that needs to be caught up with. Iris filled in but she was not completing basic duties you should have taken care of." Ms. Jakes added.
Evangeline frowned, but stayed in to finish up reports that the other young woman could have done. An hour later, Ms. Jakes demanded that several reports she'd just handed Evangeline be completed. Evangeline closed her eyes, and her boss decided to berate her even more. Soon, disgusted with her, Ms. Jakes stormed off into her office.
Evangeline stood and smiled. She walked into her boss's office and handed her a neatly typed letter.
"You can't just quit. You signed a contract." Jakes fumed.
Evangeline smiled. "It's taken care of. While you were at lunch, Mr. Ross from the top office stopped by and we talked. He made a few calls and I'm free to leave. I'm sure you can find a suitable replacement. Maybe Iris will want to come back. Evangeline the stood, picked up her belongings and walked out. Everyone was stunned. Before Jakes could retort, Mr. Ross appeared. He hugged Evangeline and gave her a hefty severance check. Next his eyes zeroed in on jakes. He never liked that woman and after hearing the things he'd heard today, she was no longer welcomed in his company.
Evangeline left the office and drove straight to the compound. She called out to Declan. He met her as she drove in, exiting her car, she leaped into his arms. Everyone cheered. This was right. This was as it should be. "Let's go home." Declan whispered. No sooner than the words parted his lips did his alpha bond with Gaines sever. Instantly, he became a member of Jackson. Evangeline smiled. They would go meet her new family, but soon they would return and make their home at Jackson.
*Welcome to Jackson, Declan. We are honored to have you join us.* Ryelle sent. He was actually shocked. Jackson had never had a Fair Were as a member since Bertrand left. Maybe times had truly changed.
He reached out to his pack and noticed that his brother Jebutu and his mate Lavinia were uneasy. Ryelle sighed. Whatever it was they would face together.
\*\*\*\*\*
"Kitty, are you sure you're not mistaken?" Jebutu asked his mate.
Lavinia began to pace. "She is showing signs, the nausea, weight loss, irritability." She sighed, "We will be grandparents in few months."
Jebutu frowned, "When I find out who forced my daughter, I'm ripping them apart."
Lavinia laughed and then she kissed him gently, "Love, have you not noticed that our daughter is a beautiful woman now. She is very sensual. If anything, she probably seduced him."
Jebutu frowned. He didn't like anyone, not even his mate, insinuating that his baby girl was now a woman. "We need to ask her. She will give me a name, and I will make him pay."
Lavinia took a deep breath. "Jebutu, calm down."
Jebutu faced Lavinia. She was telling him to calm down. "Calm down, woman how dare you..." He froze. For a second, Lavinia looked frightened. Jebutu sobered. He had not seen that fear in her eyes in decades. He swore he'd never cause her to fear him again.
Taking a deep breath, he pulled his mate close. "I'm sorry Lavinia. I'm so sorry love. I never meant to scare you. I'm ok." He whispered. She shook. She was actually afraid. In all of their years, he never scared her, but tonight for a moment, they were back in his cabin with her at his mercy.
"Speak Kitty. What are you trying to tell me?" He calmly asked.
For years they maintained a special relationship. Often, he'd assume the dominant role with Lavinia as his subservient. This persona was the easiest way to help her relax.
"Years ago, you learned of your son Marcus." Lavinia whispered. "You had no idea that he lived. For years you blamed yourself for not finding him, but now you two are as close as ever. This young man has a right to know his child, Jebutu. If you attack, he may run forcing Olivia to be a single mother. Will you do this to this child's father? I know you are upset, but this child has two parents. We need to talk with Olivia." Lavinia explained.
Jebutu froze. She was right. His mate was right. "I love you, Lavinia. I love you. I swore to you that you never have need to fear me and I meant that. If Olivia is expecting, then we will meet the father and handle this as we should."
Lavinia hugged her mate. He was devastated at his actions and her reaction. For decades, he made sure she never had a need to be afraid, and she knew he instantly regretted his actions.
"Come, let's go to dinner." Jebutu suggested.
Lavinia sighed, "OK, you serve me this time."
Jebutu smiled, "Gladly Kitty, gladly." He called their sons. The family traveled to the dining hall.
Ryelle and Tasha talked as Jebutu and his family entered. Ryelle knew something was not quite right. Olivia was not with them. Before he could ask, she walked in, but she was not alone. Deacon Pritchard walked in right behind her. A blind man could see that something was going on with those two. Olivia stayed calm and acted as if being ushered by Deacon was normal, but the alpha and his mate noted the way he touched her. They noticed the fact that the interactions seemed more intimate than casual..
*Love, we must intervene.* Ryelle sent, because at that point, he noticed that Jebutu's eyes zeroed in on their guest and his daughter.
Before Ryelle could send, Lavinia touched Jebutu's arm. He visibly relaxed. Olivia headed to a separate table but her mother called for her to join them. She and Deacon shared a look. "Come, Deacon, join us." Jebutu offered. "We must talk."
Declan became alert. He assessed the situation. *Deacon, do you need me?* he sent.
*I'm ok. I need to talk with them* Deacon replied.
Declan relaxed. Although he and Evangeline were mated, and he'd just become a member of this pack. He would defend his brother. *Are you sure? I'll wait.* Declan sent.
*She's pregnant.* Deacon replied.
*Wait! What?* Declan asked, surprised.
Deacon laughed, *Didn't' you say this would happen? She is pissed off right now. Somehow, this is all my fault. Well, Olivia can be as mad as she wants, because she's mine* He declared.
Declan was shocked. Evangeline knew something life changing had occurred. *Love, what's wrong?* she asked.
Declan took her hand, kissed it gently. "Love, my brother has dug himself into a hole this time."
Evangeline was confused. Declan just smiled. Mom would be ticked off, then she'd be so excited. Deacon had his work cut out for him.
"Come on, we need to pack for our drive to Wildwood. Then my love we can come back home. Mom and dad are so excited about meeting you." Declan whispered.
Evangeline smiled, and Declan's heart skipped a beat. "Are you sure you don't mind relocating?" Evangeline asked.
Declan smiled, "This is home. Home is where we are together. I would move heaven and earth to be with you."
If Evangeline did not love this man already, then at those words she would have fallen hard.
She walked off. Declan called, "What's the rush?
Evangeline laughed, "We have to pack. I want to meet the rest of my family. Once we're done packing, I have to try some new moves on my new mate." She teased.
Declan's body hardened, "Come on, woman. Your man has needs." The two rushed back to their apartment.
\*\*\*\*\*
*The end of Chapter 4
Thank you for reading and please share your thoughts. In chapter 5, Tia and Dallas learn they have a grand pup on the way. Lakota and the other alphas deal with losing a member to Jackson. Also, will deacon stay at Gaines or will he too join Jackson? These are just questions I am pondering. I'd love to see what you think.* |
"Stocking Tales": Boss's Pet | 1,134,242 | 4.71 | 1,058,041 | [
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"shemale",
"lesbian",
"slut",
"voyeuristic",
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"college"
] | "**Stocking Tales": Boss's Pet**
**Summary:** College student is drawn into the world of sexual submission.
**Note 1:** This is an **April Fool's 2015 Contest story**. The theme for the contest is: humorous, surprise meetings, trick endings or themes of deception, chance or misunderstanding (happy or otherwise). This story will fit one of these...but not to wreck the ending...I'll let you decide which one when you reach it.
**Note 2:** Thanks to Wayne, goamz86 and Robert for editing this lengthy tale.
**Note 3:** This is a fetish story focusing on a few **visual** kinks: **stockings, lips, painted toenails** and **feet.**
**Note 4: January 2016... the story, originally illustrated was been changed to simply a lesbian story with two different endings as the model has requested for personal reasons to have the pictures pulled.**
"**Stocking Tales": Boss's Pet**
In my fourth year of college, I had an interview at the most prestigious accounting firm in the city and was super excited about it.
I spent hours deciding what to wear. I didn't want to dress too professional and look like a nerd, but I also didn't want to dress too casual and not look like I was serious about the job. I had been to a few interviews and was in awe with how skanky some of the girls dressed; that said, I hadn't yet got a job so I wondered if dressing sexier was what I would have to do. Yet, it just wasn't me to pretend to be something I'm not. I wanted to get the job because of my qualifications and not superficial sexual assets that fade or sag over time.
So, I researched online, chatted with friends and ended up choosing a rather conservative, but professional, look. I wore a white blouse, a long blue skirt that allowed only my ankles to show, and flats (I was kind of clumsy and was worried about falling in heels).
The outfit didn't flatter my body at all, as I wanted to be taken seriously as someone they would want to hire and not another college coed with a nice body. For the record, I do have a pretty great body. I am 5'3, 105lbs, firm but small 34B breasts, with a tight ass and toned legs from hours of martial arts and yoga.
Although my outer attire has always been conservative, I did like to dress up for the bedroom for whoever I was dating and I owned a fair amount of sexy lingerie. Although, truth be told, I hadn't gotten to wear it much as I hadn't been dating for a while, the last year of college being rather intense.
My best assets: my legs, my outgoing personality (almost all my friends are older than me and I have always been attracted to older men) and my lips...the first compliment I receive from many men and tons of women are my lips.
I should note that my heritage, a mixture of Spanish and Irish, made me not only outgoing, but also rather blunt...something that many people either loved or hated about me.
Anyways, I went to the job interview after hours of practicing the answers to questions I may get...yet completely unprepared for the questions I did receive.
I showed up half an hour early and got to see that I was indeed the most conservatively dressed candidate. At first that made me happy, but then I again realized that if the person interviewing me was a male, which it likely was, I could very well be ignored because of my lack of showcasing my assets.
Like I already mentioned, I wanted to get the job because of who I was, not what I looked like, so I pushed away the inner demons of 'sex sells' and waited for my interview, confident in my abilities and personality.
I was thankful when it was finally my turn when to learn that the person interviewing me was a woman, a very pretty woman, in her early forties I guessed, who was dressed very professionally as well, although her skirt was just above her knees, making mine look incredibly conservative.
"Sorry for the long wait, Ms. Lovex," she greeted, walking to me and offering her hand.
"No problem," I replied," it gave me time to think." As soon as I said it I wished I could take it back, the answer sounding stupid.
She said, without any sense of emotion, "Well, you already have an advantage over the other applicants."
"I do?" I asked.
"Everyone else dressed trying to use their body for influence, obviously assuming they were being interviewed by a man," she continued.
Confidence quickly brimming inside me, I nodded, "I want to be seen for my abilities and what I can do for this company."
"Good answer," she nodded, before pointing to a chair in front of her desk, "Please take a seat."
"Thank you, ma'am," I replied, never sure what the proper name is for someone in charge in such a situation.
"It's Mrs. Parks," she corrected warmly.
"Okay," I nodded as I sat down, surprised to see her pantyhose had a black seam going up the back of her leg.
Once she sat down, she asked, "What is your best asset?"
The question surprised me, but I answered truthfully, "I can get along with everyone."
"How so?" She asked.
"I'm a very social person and enjoy meeting new people," I explained.
"Is that a great asset for an accounting firm?"' she questioned.
I realized that I was already killing my chances. Accounting is about numbers, not people. After a brief pause, I explained, "I'm a closer. I am the person you send in to close a deal with a potential client."
"Go on," she nodded, seemingly liking my answer.
"Well it's a dog eat dog world and clients are way more fickle than they used to be; so it's important to be aggressive to get and keep the big clients and my personality is perfect for attracting these clients," I explained.
"How so?" She asked again, going much deeper than the usual superficial questions. She was obviously able to see through bull shit.
"By making accounting about people," I answered.
"Interesting," she nodded, writing something down. After a pause, she asked, "So how do you close a deal?"
"By convincing them of all we have to offer," I answered.
"No, no," she shook her head. "Pretend I am the client and you are trying to close the deal."
I asked, "What type of company are you?"
"Why does that matter?" She asked.
"Different closings based on different needs," I answered.
"Good call," she nodded. "I'm a lawyer's office."
"Hmmmm," I paused. I won't bore you with the details of my pitch, but once done with the lengthy spiel, I nervously waited for a verdict.
Mrs. Parks showed no emotion. I couldn't tell if she was impressed by my pitch or ready to kick me out of the office. Finally, after a few seconds, which seemed like an eternity, she nodded, shocking me, "You're hired."
"P-p-pardon," I stammered.
"You're hired," she repeated, this time standing up and walking to me.
I stood up in stunned shock at the reality that I got the job without really doing an interview.
Reaching me, she explained, "I have done a plethora of interviews over the years and I know when someone is authentic and someone is full of shit."
"Thank you," I awkwardly replied, assuming she thought I was authentic.
"But we will have to do something about this wardrobe," she said, looking at my attire.
I admitted, "I spent hours deciding what to wear and what not to wear."
"Always go with your instincts," she recommended, "like you did with your pitch. You didn't have time to think and rethink, you just had to do."
"Ok, usually I'm very good on my feet," I said.
Her next words were strange. "In today's business world a woman needs to be good both on her feet and off them."
I joked, although I wasn't sure where she was going with this, "That's what my ex-boyfriend always said."
"So you're single?" She asked.
"I have been for a while," I admitted.
"Good," she nodded. "I have decided that you will be my personal assistant for the next few months, working under me."
She stressed the last three words, which I thought strange, but I was too excited to be working with the head of the company to really worry about any implications of words.
"I'm honoured," I said, glowing with excitement,
"As you should be," she said, always firm in her demeanour, "this is an amazing opportunity."
"I know," I nodded, "I can't thank you enough."
"Oh trust me, you will find many ways to show your thanks," she said, again her tone implying more than business. I instantly wondered if she was a lesbian, yet the fact that she was married shattered that theory.
"I'll do anything," I promised.
"I know you will," she nodded, smiling slightly for the first time this whole meeting.
I added, "Mrs. Parks, I can only work afternoons for the next two months though, until my degree is finished."
"I know, but I will expect you to be able to work some nights and weekends," she nodded, then added, "And have a travel bag ready for last minute excursions."
"Okay," I nodded, slightly overwhelmed by her expectations, but too excited about the opportunity to share that with her.
"But back to your attire. I expect my underlings to dress both sexy and professional."
I was surprised by her expectations after her earlier criticism of the other candidates. Yet, I agreed, "Of course."
"Of course, Mrs. Parks," she corrected.
"S-s-sorry," I stammered, before correcting, "of course, Mrs. Parks."
"Good girl," she said, her word choice odd and her tone sounding as if she were my mother.
"Thank you, Mrs. Parks," I nodded, feeling strangely like a little girl.
"I have a theory that has worked for me since I was your age," she continued, as she lifted up her leg and placed her four inch heel on my leg, "Your exterior dress should show no nonsense, with just a hint of sexiness."
I recalled her seamed stocking and nodded, "Thus the seamed pantyhose."
"Good eye," she nodded. "It's good to notice all the little details."
"I couldn't agree more," I smiled, feeling she really understood me.
"Feel my nylon-clad leg," she ordered.
It was a bizarre order, yet I felt compelled to obey for two reasons. One, she had just hired me; two, there was just something compelling and alluring about her...like I physically felt compelled to obey.
I put my hand on her leg and let out a gasp. I had never felt nylons so soft.
"Forty-five dollars a pair," she explained, "and worth every damn penny."
"I imagine so," I mindlessly nodded, as I continued to pet my new boss's leg.
"So as I was explaining, outer attire is business with some allure. It may be your breasts, although for you that isn't your best asset," she said, looking at my chest. "On the other hand, the right push up bra can do wonders."
"So I've heard," I said, always self-conscious of my smaller than average breasts.
She continued, "No, I imagine your best asset is your legs."
I don't know why I said it, but I added, "I've been told my lips are my best asset."
"I bet you have," she replied, implying I probably sucked a lot of cock.
I stammered, trying to clarify my last statement, "Not like that."
"I don't judge," she shrugged. "but in today's world a woman has got to have the mind to impress and the body to please."
"I suppose," I said, the conversation taking another odd turn, especially considering her earlier criticism of the other applicants for the job.
"No suppose," she corrected, as she put her hand on my shoulder and slid her foot out of her heel. "What do you see?"
I knew her foot wasn't the right answer, as I was supposed to be able to see the small things. I analyzed her whole foot before answering, "Your toenails and fingernails match."
"Why?" She asked. "My heels are closed toe."
"Part of the allure," I answered, oddly wanting to massage her stocking-clad foot.
"Exactly," she nodded. "Never know when the heels will come off...or the skirt and blouse."
"Understood," I nodded, drawn in completely by this firm, sophisticated, complex, intoxicating woman.
She slipped her foot back into her shoe and moved her leg back down. For some unexplained reason, I was disappointed at no longer being able to see her perfectly manicured painted toes. She ordered, "Stand up."
I obeyed instantly, knowing this was a woman who expects quick obedience.
"Take off one of your flats," she ordered, before adding very firmly, "You will never wear flats to work. Ten year olds wear flats, women wear heels."
Although I was being scolded, ridiculed for my footwear, I nodded, as I slipped my foot out of my practical, but not remotely sexy, flat, "Yes, Mrs. Parks."
"As expected," she sighed, "your toenails are not painted to match your fingers."
"Sorry, Mrs. Parks," I apologized, which was absurd, but I felt guilty for disappointing this important woman.
"You will correct this for when you start on Monday," she said.
I was in awe that she was definitely hiring me, and that I was starting on Monday, realizing I had a lot of shopping to do this weekend. I again replied subserviently, "Of course, Mrs. Parks."
"You may put your shoe back on," she instructed.
"Thank you, Mrs. Parks," I nodded, slipping my foot back into my shoe.
"You will start on Monday at one," she informed me.
"Thank you, Mrs. Parks," I repeated, like a parrot. Usually, I was very comfortable in all situations and never nervous; yet, at this moment I was feeling overwhelmed by the job offer, the strange conversation and the odd butterflies in my stomach (which I usually got when I found an older man attractive). Instantly I wondered, did I find Mrs. Parks attractive?
"Now this is going to sound unorthodox, but lift up your skirt to your thigh," she ordered.
Usually I would have balked at such an aggressive demand, yet I instantly obeyed, lifting up my skirt, compelled to do whatever she instructed.
"As expected," she said disapprovingly. She lifted up her skirt and showed me she was wearing thigh high stockings. "This, my dear, is how a woman should dress. How I expect my underlings to dress."
I wanted to ask why, but I just nodded, even as I pondered her word choice of 'underlings', "Of course, Mrs. Parks."
She allowed her skirt to fall back down and said, as she walked back to her desk, "I'll see you at one o'clock Monday afternoon."
"Yes, Mrs. Parks and, again, thank you so much," I thanked.
She didn't even look up as she said, her tone again ominous, "Oh don't worry, you will have plenty of time to thank me."
That weekend, I bought a whole new wardrobe, following the theory of professional with a touch of sexiness on the outside and sexy and buxom underneath. In reality, I was giddy with excitement. For one, I loved dressing up and loved wearing lingerie; for two, I really wanted to impress Mrs. Parks.
.....
On Monday, I wore a patterned sweater that I thought was super cute, a polka dot skirt that was just barely above the knees and beige thigh highs that I had purchased on the weekend...way silkier than the generic ones I had usually bought at Walmart.
I thought this balanced the professional and sexy as she described very well. I wanted to meet her expectations, yet I also wanted to look respectable and classy to my fellow co-workers. I chose comfortable one inch heels because while she hated my practical flats, I still wanted something easy to walk in.
I went to work and was surprised that I spent the whole afternoon with Elizabeth, a third year accountant. She was very nice and gave me a tour of the office, introduced me to everyone and showed me the ropes of the program I would be using. Oddly, all afternoon I looked forward to seeing Mrs. Parks, although I couldn't explain why.
It wasn't until four that Elizabeth's phone rang and she told me that Mrs. Parks wanted to see me.
I thanked Elizabeth for all her help and headed off to see Mrs. Parks.
That said, I was nervous. The tour and meeting the staff made it clear my one inch heels were not going to be acceptable as every woman here was in at least three inch heels. I also had one of the longest, if not the longest, skirts of all the women I saw today. All sexy, but always business appropriate.
I entered her office and she instructed, "Close the door, Lily."
"Yes, Mrs. Parks," I replied, closing the door, for some unexplainable reason incredibly nervous, an undeniably giddy excitement, like when trying to please a man, coursing through me . I am usually a very confident woman, so this feeling was new and I didn't like it.
As I closed the door and turned around, I saw Mrs. Parks get up and walk towards me.
"Tell me, Lily," she began, her tone dripping with disapproval, "what is wrong with your attire?"
"It's not sexy enough," I answered, putting my head down.
"Why?" She asked.
"The skirt is too long," I admitted.
"Cute," she nodded, "but definitely slightly too long. What else?"
"Apparently everyone else here wears three inch heels," I answered, feeling like a child who has disappointed her mother.
"Or higher," she corrected. "I'm wearing five inch heels."
My head down, I was staring at her black five inch heels wondering how she didn't kill herself in them.
"I'm uncomfortable in heels, Mrs. Parks," I explained, finally looking up at her, before adding, trying to bring humour to this situation, "I almost killed myself at my high school grad when I wore three inch heels."
"Practice makes perfect," she shrugged. "I expect better tomorrow."
"Yes, Mrs. Parks," I nodded, determined to indeed do better tomorrow.
"Also, although your sweater is cute, it completely hides any evidence that you have breasts," she continued.
"Oh, okay," I nodded. I never wore outfits that showcased my breasts because they were rather small.
"Thigh highs?" she asked.
"Yes, Mrs. Parks," I nodded, lifting up my skirt enough to showcase the top of my lace top stocking. Feeling sexy, I posed like a model, wanting to get her attention, wanting to please her.
"Very nice," she nodded in approval, "I see you spent the extra money and purchased a quality pair."
"Yes, they are so much silkier than the ones I have worn in the past," I agreed, still holding the pose for some reason.
"With legs like yours, Lily, you should always be wearing such silky nylons, they are definitely one of your strongest assets," she complimented, giving my legs the once over.
"Thank you," I nodded, finally allowing my skirt to drop back down, "I really didn't realize the impact a pair of stockings could have on both the look of the legs and the confidence it brings me wearing them."
"All part of the complete package," she agreed.
"So I'm learning," I said, feeling such a rush of excitement that went directly to my pussy. I was really struggling to understand both my need for her approval and the undeniable impact her words had on me. I wasn't a lesbian, but I was beginning to think I'd be one for her. As soon as the thought popped into my head, I shook it out, thinking I needed to focus on the real reason I was here...to get a full time job at the most prestigious firm in the city.
"You okay?" she asked.
"Um, yes, fine," I said, pulling myself back to reality.
"Let's see your foot, Lily," she ordered.
'Damn', I thought to myself. I had forgotten to paint my toenails over the weekend.
I slipped my foot out of my right heel and revealed my forgetfulness.
She looked down at my foot, said, "You may go," and waved me off as she returned to her desk.
"Yes, Mrs. Parks," I said, slipping my foot back into my one inch black heel.
A rush of disappointment hit me as I walked out of her office, all the positives and approval shattered in one careless second.
I left feeling dismissed and insignificant, a feeling I wasn't used to. I was confident in my abilities, confident in my looks and confident in my personality, yet in front of Mrs. Parks all three of those seemed to be lacking. It was so strange to not be in control of a situation or my feelings.
I also couldn't fathom why a woman twice my age was having a sexual impact on me. Besides wanting to get her approval, my panties were undeniably wet and it had me questioning my sexuality for the first time.
On the drive home, I went to a shoe store and bought three pairs of three inch heels, one pair of four inch heels and one pair of five inch heels.
At home, I spent all night practicing walking in three inch heels. I was determined to be sure to wear them all day tomorrow. I was determined to impress Mrs. Parks.
I also had a bubble bath before I painted my toenails red, wanting to impress and get the approval of my boss, replaying the immediate change in her facial expression when she saw my non-painted toenails.
Then, feeling undeniably horny, I put on a sexy bra and panties, thigh high stockings, grabbed my favourite vibrator, got on my bed and began pleasuring myself.
As I closed my eyes, I imagined Ryan Gosling, like I usually did, forcing me onto my knees and fishing out his (I pray really big) cock.
I slowly teased myself at first, allowing my orgasm to build, as he fucks my face and tells me I'm his slut.
Then I begin pumping the vibrator in my fevered pussy faster, imagining him on top of me fucking me deep and hard. As my orgasm builds, I look up at Ryan who is smiling as he fucks me hard telling me I'm his fuck slut. Then, just as my orgasm hits, his face changes and it is Mrs. Parks fucking me.
Although startled, I allow my orgasm to cascade through me, even as I look up at a smiling Mrs. Parks purring, 'that's it, my pet slut, come for me'.
Once my orgasm was done, I shook my head knowing it had obviously been way too long since I got laid.
I decided to stay in my sexy lingerie and did a couple hours of homework, before going to bed utterly exhausted and still in my lingerie and thigh highs.
That night, I had a crazy wet dream that left me confused and questioning everything about the past couple of days:
*The dream started where I disappointed her when she looked at my non painted toes.*
*Mrs. Parks sighed, "That's very disappointing."*
*"Sorry, Mrs. Parks," I apologized, feeling terrible that I had disappointed my new boss.*
*"And for someone with such a high IQ, you should know that the seams of stockings should not be seen. They should be at the end of your toes and both the same."*
*"Oh," I said quietly, looking down at my stocking-clad feet. I had never put much thought into the seams of the stockings.*
*"Take off your skirt and blouse," she ordered, surprising me.*
*"Pardon?" I asked, surprised by her words and looking up at her.*
*"Now!" she demanded, raising her voice.*
*Startled, yet feeling the need to obey and not raise her ire any further, I began unbuttoning my blouse while avoiding eye contact.*
*My hands trembled as I wondered why she wanted me to get undressed, but suddenly thankful that I had worn lingerie underneath the conservative attire.*
*As I took my blouse off, she said, "Well, that is a pleasant surprise."*
*"Thank you, Mrs. Parks," I replied, feeling a rush of happiness at making her less annoyed at me.*
*"The skirt too," she ordered.*
*I obeyed, my hands no longer trembling, suddenly feeling more confident about myself and the situation. Yet, I was still unsure why I felt the need to obey her. I wasn't a lesbian; she was married. I wasn't sure what could possibly be the end plan for Mrs. Parks.*
*"Matching panties," she noticed, "very nice."*
*"It's actually a thong," I corrected, wanting to impress her.*
*"You are more than meets the eye," she nodded, walking behind me to check. "Just like I thought when I decided to hire you."*
*"Thank you, Mrs. Parks." I replied, confused by my feeling the need for her to approve of me.*
*"Pose for me," she ordered.*
*"How so?" I asked, not sure what she was expecting from me.*
*"Show me sexy and vulnerable," she explained.*
*I wasn't sure exactly how to do sexy and vulnerable. It was a somewhat contradictory pair of terms I thought. I gave a pose that I thought was sexy, then focused on my facial expression...on my lips.*
*"Nice," she nodded. Again walking around me, assessing me from different angles.*
*Thankfully, I felt very confident about my legs, ass, hips and stomach. It was only my smallish breasts that I had insecurities about. That said, I found lingerie to be a great way to enhance my breasts and make them look fuller.*
*"Do you work out?" she asked.*
*"Almost every day," I said proudly. "And a lot of yoga."*
*"Mmmmm," she purred, her hot breath on my neck. "So you're flexible."*
*"Very," I said back in a sultry voice, before realizing I was flirting with not only my boss, but a woman, an older woman, a married woman.*
*"Good to know," she nodded, her hands sliding down my body and to my hips.*
*A chill went up my spine at her touch and a dampness went directly to my thong.*
*"Let's see those hips," she continued, moving back around and standing directly in front of me.*
*I put my hands behind my back and allowed my boss to see me as she wanted to.*
*"Oh, to be young again," she sighed.*
*"You're a very beautiful woman, Mrs. Parks," I complimented. "I hope I have as much allure and power as you when I am your age."*
*"Oh, you are going to be a very loyal pet," she smiled for the first time.*
*The word 'pet' sent another rush up my spine and into my panties.*
*"Is your pussy wet, Lily?" she asked.*
*"A little," I admitted.*
*"Why?" she questioned.*
*"I don't know," I replied.*
*"I think you do," she continued. "Turn around for me, my pet."*
*"Yes, Mrs. Parks," I obeyed, turning around slowly with my hands behind my back in a submissive, obedient position.*
*"Very good," she continued.*
*"Thank you, Mrs. Parks," I whispered, my body trembling with the unknown.*
*"You want to serve me, Lily?" she asked.*
*"Yes, Mrs. Parks," I nodded, still with my back to her. Even though I wasn't sure what serving her would entail, I had a hunch.*
*"Have you ever been with a woman?" she asked, grabbing my arm and turning me around to look at her.*
*"No, Mrs. Parks," I answered, looking into her eyes.*
*"But you are considering it at the moment, aren't you, my pet?" she asked, her finger moving between my breasts.*
*"I don't know," I responded, trembling at her touch.*
*"Knees, my pet," she ordered.*
*I looked into her eyes, pondered the order for a brief moment in time, before slowly falling to my knees like a leaf falling off a tree.*
As she lifted up her skirt, revealing her glistening pussy, I awakened to my hand in my panties rubbing myself.
I had never been with a woman sexually before, never even seriously considered it, besides making out with friends just to tease our boyfriends. Yet this dream felt like it was really happening.
As I finished getting myself off for a second time with Mrs. Parks in my head, I lay there in my own cum wondering to myself if I found Mrs. Parks more than just an impressive role model, but sexually appealing.
Yes, she was beautiful; yes, she had a sexy allure; yes, her strong persona was attractive; yes, she knew exactly what she wanted...her confidence dripped from her every word and action; and yes, I had always been attracted to those qualities in a man.
The reality was. although I was a strong-willed woman, called a feminist by many men who didn't like my bluntness, I was rather submissive in my sexual relationships:
\-I had ridden my boyfriend in the living room while his mother made dinner in the kitchen.
\-I had blown another boyfriend under a table at a bar.
\-I had allowed a boyfriend to cum on my face in a car and then make me go into a gas station and pay for gas.
\-I had allowed a couple guys to finger fuck my even though I found no pleasure in it (but had refused allowing a cock back there)
The reality was I loved giving myself completely to someone else and got off on the thrill of potentially humiliating or high risk situations.
My last boyfriend called me an enigma.
That all said, did I really find Mrs. Parks sexually attractive or was it just her strong personality that I found attractive? After some thought, the answer seemed to be maybe...she indeed had all the personality traits of the men I dated, yet I wasn't a lesbian and I sure wasn't going to risk this great job opportunity on one sex dream and some strange feelings of admiration.
....
On Tuesday, I wore a black dress, with a push-up bra that showcased my breasts, with black thigh highs and three inch black heels.
As I looked at myself in the mirror, I lifted up my skirt slightly and realized just how much hotter I looked today than I had yesterday in a much more conservative outfit. I shook my head thinking about the one I wore for my interview...I'm shocked I was even hired.
I also decided to wear my hair down instead of the one braid I'd worn yesterday that had made me look more like a librarian than the sexy professional Mrs. Parks described. I wanted to look like a beautiful fetching woman, and this outfit was definitely a step in the right direction.
I again spent the day with Elizabeth and was given my first real project to work on.
I spent all afternoon working on the project and learned later in the day that Mrs. Parks wasn't even in the office today nor would she be later.
I couldn't explain it, but I felt an undeniable sense of disappointment at the reality that she wasn't going to see the improvements I had made in my attire.
Just as quickly, I chuckled to myself at the reality that I was disappointed. I knew then that I did indeed have a crush on my female boss. 'Shit', I sighed, realizing I was potentially screwing up a great job opportunity with a lesbian crush.
That night, though, I again had a dream, again it was vivid and again it brought me to a fever pitch.
*I was sitting on a chair in her office and she ordered me to lift up my skirt enough to showcase my lace top of my thigh highs.*
*I stammered, "W-w-why, Mrs. Parks?"*
*She replied, "You know why, Lily."*
*I looked up at her as she stood in front of me and said, "Because you want to be my unconditional submissive plaything, Lily."*
*"I-I-I do?" I stammered, even as my pussy got wet.*
*"Don't you?" she smiled down at me from her position of power.*
*"I don't know," I whispered, my head spinning with confusion.*
*"Lift up your skirt, my pet," she ordered.*
*Hearing the term 'my pet' had my pussy leak into my panties and I obeyed her request wordlessly.*
*"Good girl," she purred, looking down at me. "Did you wear those for me, my pet?"*
*"Yes," I admitted, not making eye contact.*
*"Look at me, my pet," she ordered.*
*I looked up into her hazel-green eyes.*
*"Why did you wear such sexy thigh thighs?" she asked again.*
*"For you, Mrs. Parks," I admitted.*
*"Why?" she asked.*
*"I honestly don't know," I admitted, which was true. I couldn't explain why I felt the need to obey her, to please her, to get her approval, but I undeniably did.*
*"I do," she smiled. "You're submissive and although you don't understand it yet, all your failed relationships are because you've been dating the wrong sex."*
*"How do you know that?" I asked, even though I had begun questioning my sexuality yesterday.*
*"I can read people," she answered, before adding, "and you are an open book."*
*"And how does my book end?" I asked, smiling up at her trying to be sultry.*
*"That is up to you, my pet," she smiled. "I expect total obedience."*
*"I'm very loyal, Mistress," I replied, calling her Mistress to clearly stress my position.*
*"Mmmmm, good word choice," she purred.*
*"I understand what it means to give total obedience," I responded, eager to show her just how committed I was to her.*
*"And what does total obedience mean?" she asked.*
*"Obeying without hesitation any order given to me," I replied.*
*"Any order?" she questioned.*
*"Without hesitation," I finished her sentence.*
*"Interesting," she nodded, looking at me with lengthy consideration.*
*After a brief silence that seemed like an eternity, she ordered, "On your knees, my pet."*
*"Yes, Mistress," I obeyed, standing up off the chair and then lowering myself to my knees in front of her.*
*"Does this feel natural, my pet? To be on your knees?" she asked, looking down at me.*
*"Yes, Mistress," I nodded.*
*"Why?" she asked.*
*"Some are born to be leaders and some to be followers, Mistress," I answered. "You were born to be a leader and I a follower, or more aptly put, you are the queen and I the servant."*
*"Good girl," she bobbed with approval. "You understand your place."*
*"As your unconditional underling," I smiled, using her word from our first meeting last week.*
*"You are a very fast learner," she again nodded.*
*"And eager to please," I added, my mouth watering with anticipation for the order to taste her pussy.*
*"I bet you are," she smiled down at me as she lifted up her skirt to reveal she wasn't wearing any panties.*
*"Show me hunger with just your lips, my pet," she ordered.*
*I wasn't sure what hunger would look like; nor did I have a clue what I looked like as I attempted to obey the order.*
*"You do have the sexiest lips ever," she complimented.*
*"Thank you, Mistress," I replied.*
*"I bet you have often got what you wanted because of them," she continued.*
*I shrugged, "I don't know, but I've definitely had a lot of compliments on them."*
*"I bet you have," she nodded.*
*I looked back down at her shaved cunt and she asked, "Is my pet's cunt shaved?"*
*"No, Mistress," I admitted. I trimmed it, but found shaving it bare way too much work for the rare time a man was down there.*
*"That will change ASAP," she ordered.*
*"I will do it tonight," I promised.*
*"Good pet," she purred, as she grabbed the back of my head and guided me to her pussy.*
Frustratingly, that is when I woke up, again just as I was to submit completely.
As I replayed the dream, I couldn't believe how real it felt. I also couldn't believe how disappointed I was to wake up and realize it was all just a dream...again.
I rolled over, set my alarm half an hour earlier, deciding I would shave my pussy in the morning just in case. If, for some unknown reason, she asked the question, I wanted to have the correct answer.
As I closed my eyes and drifted into slumber, I wondered what I would do if Mrs. Parks did really make a move on me.
.....
On Wednesday, desperate to impress her (on the assumption she was at work today), I wore a tighter, sexier blouse and push up bra that greatly showcased my breasts, maybe too much, a skirt greatly above the knees that barely hid the lace top of the black thigh high stockings, and the three inch heels I had again practiced in all night. I definitely looked hot in this outfit.
I hemmed and hawed over the blouse. It was definitely a lot more risqué, complete night and day from the white dull blouse of my interview day, and maybe actually too risqué. Yet, my desire to impress Mrs. Parks was suddenly more important than getting judged by coworkers who may see my blouse as crossing the line.
The skirt was also ridiculously short, only barely hiding the top of the lace top stockings when standing up. If sitting down or bent over at any angle, anyone looking would know I was wearing thigh high stockings and not pantyhose.
Then I wondered if this was advice Mrs. Parks gave to all her employees? Was Elizabeth wearing thigh highs under her outfit? Was Mrs. Parks' secretary wearing thigh highs? The rest of her philosophy was being followed: sexy business attire, with skirts above the knee, three inch heels and something slightly sexy as an accessory of sexuality.
For Mrs. Parks it was seamed stockings; for Elizabeth it was blouses that showcased her very large breasts, for the redhead whose name I couldn't remember it was outfits that highlighted her flaming, flowing red hair.
In conclusion, I could assume that every woman in the firm was wearing thigh high stockings.
Feeling confident and sexy, I grabbed my camera and tri-pod and took some photos of myself in a variety of sexy positions I imagined Mrs. Parks liking.
The first photo I took was replaying the scene of my interview with Mrs. Parks when she put her stocking-clad heel on my leg.
I remembered how soft her nylons were, how strange it felt to touch them and yet how equally erotic it was.
Was that the moment that I began to have feelings for Mrs. Parks?
Maybe.
There was no one moment that made me question my sexuality, yet the combination of the interview, her personality, her firm tone, her beautiful legs in nylons, the black seam going up the back of her leg, her hypnotic eyes, her confidence and strangely her treatment of me. Somehow she seemed to know I was submissive, even though in my interview I oozed confidence. Well, at least I thought I did.
The next picture I slipped off one of my heels and did a similar pose with my stocking-clad foot on the chair.
I took a few more before photos in a variety of poses before heading to school for morning classes. I got a few looks from the college boys and I think at least one professor and even a whistle from a construction worker as I waited for a taxi.
At work, I looked at every woman for signs of thigh high stockings, determined to prove my hypothesis correct. And although it took a while, I saw two lace tops: one on Velma, an accountant who assisted me when my computer froze, and one on a woman whom I hadn't met before who was wearing a skirt, surprisingly below the knee, but with a very generous slit down the side. I was confident that I was correct, every woman was wearing the attire Mrs. Parks expected.
All day, I again waited with anticipation for the approval I was confident I would finally get from Mrs. Parks. Although I hadn't seen her, I inquired slyly to learn that she was indeed in the office. However, she would be in meetings all afternoon with clients.
The day was ending, and I was again feeling utterly disappointment (like after a good date with a guy who doesn't call the next day to affirm the date went as well as you thought it did) that Mrs. Parks wasn't going to see the attire I had purposely worn just for her, when her secretary, whose name I couldn't recall even though she had been introduced to me, said that Mrs. Parks wanted to see me.
A rush of giddy excitement coursed through me. I shook my head at how silly I was acting. I was twenty-two years old, not fifteen.
I went to her office and again she ordered, "Please close the door, Lily."
"Of course, Mrs. Parks," I agreed, already in the process of closing it.
She said, as she pointed me to a chair, although her firm tone didn't change, "Much, much better."
"Thank you, Mrs. Parks," I replied, again feeling a rush of adrenaline at getting her approval and, to my surprise, a tingle in my pussy.
"Quite the blouse," she continued.
"I hoped you would like it, Mrs. Parks," I responded eagerly, somehow feeling a desperate need to get her approval.
"Although a bit risqué for the office, don't you think?" she questioned.
"Yes, Mrs. Parks," I nodded.
"On the other hand, perfect for when we are meeting with clients," she continued.
"Good to know," I nodded, although I wondered how such an outfit would be perfect for a meeting with clients if it was too risqué for the office.
"Thigh highs again I assume," she asked.
I looked down and saw that my entire thigh high stocking top was in view with my legs crossed, as was some of my white skin, but she likely couldn't see that from her sitting positon at her desk.
"As instructed, Mrs. Parks," I responded, sounding completely submissive.
"Good girl," she complimented.
The term 'good girl', her tone, and the anticipation of something unknown made my pussy leak slightly into my panties.
I uncrossed my legs and then crossed them again, feeling a gush in my panties.
Standing up, she ordered, looking down at me, "Step out of your heels, Lily."
"Okay, Mrs. Parks," I obeyed, standing up and slipping my nylon clad feet out of my heels.
"Very good," she nodded, looking down at my painted toenails.
It felt so good to get her approval, like it did the rare time I received my own mother's approval.
"I couldn't decide what colour to choose," I explained, "but I decided red was both classic and sexy."
"Agreed," she nodded, "but the seams of your stockings should not be viewable on top of your feet, my dear."
I couldn't believe her words, eerily similar to the ones in my earlier dream. I quietly cursed myself for not paying attention when I put my thigh high stockings on today, as I replied, looking down at my feet, "I understand."
I immediately put my foot on the chair and fixed the seam on my left foot and then fixed the seam on my right foot.
"Good girl," she again said, as if conditioning me to need her approval.
"Thank you, Mrs. Parks," I again replied, becoming more and more subservient to her and more and more willing to do whatever it took to get her complete approval.
She went to her desk and pressed the intercom, "Please bring me a pair of thigh high stockings, June."
"Of course, Mrs. Parks," June replied over the intercom. "What colour?"
"Black," Mrs. Parks answered.
"Yes, Mrs. Parks," June responded.
"Tomorrow," Mrs. Parks began, moving back towards me, "we will start your training under me."
Although the sentence was bland and logical, I heard all the potential sexual implications that could go with it, which made my panties dampen. "I can't wait to get started under you," I replied, trying to sound eager regardless of the situation, as I flashed to last night's vivid dream of being her pet. Yet, as soon as I said the words, I scolded myself for being so forward.
June came in and handed Mrs. Parks the package and left without a word being said by either of them.
Mrs. Parks explained, as she handed them to me, "Tomorrow, I want you to wear these. Treat them well, they are very expensive."
"I will, Mrs. Parks," I nodded, agreeing to both wearing them and to treating them with the utmost care.
"I know you will," Mrs. Parks responded. "Also, I expect you in a sexy dress for tomorrow as well as your sexiest lingerie underneath."
"Okay," I agreed, although my tone implied I was questioning her strange expectations of lingerie.
"Okay, what?" She asked, her tone implying she didn't care about my tone and was suddenly annoyed as hell.
"Okay, Mrs. Parks," I corrected, again feeling guilty for disappointing her.
"See you tomorrow," she said, returning to her desk.
"Have a great night, Mrs. Parks," I said, as I slipped back into my shoes.
"You too, Lily-girl," she responded, not looking at me.
I noticed the slight name change, but didn't say anything else as I left her office wondering what she had in store for me tomorrow.
That night, I tried on a few different dresses trying to decide which one would most please and entice Mrs. Parks. I tried on a red dress but felt it didn't enhance my breasts enough; I tried on a patterned sundress but that seemed too I'm-still-in-high-school; I tried on a sexy black dress but it was so short my lace top thigh highs would be in view for all to see; and I tried on a beige dress with a plunging v neckline that I was perfect...until I recalled the stockings that Mrs. Parks gave me were actually black and wouldn't go with the dress.
I sighed, decided to take a break and try on every set of lingerie I owned, although I didn't use the expensive thigh highs Mrs. Parks gave me, not wanting to do anything to damage them before tomorrow's training.
Tomorrow's training...what did that really mean?
I had a hunch, yet until the words were actually spoken I would have to just wait and see what transpired tomorrow. That said, I was willing to do whatever she asked, knowing that I was suddenly very curious to explore a new side of my sexuality.
Looking through my lingerie for something to wear tomorrow, I even found a pair of handcuffs and wondered if Mrs. Parks would be willing to use them on me. I briefly recalled the last time I used them and the sense of helplessness that went with it. Being bound and at the will of another person was a great turn on.
I briefly wondered what Mrs. Parks would do to me with handcuffs...she definitely seemed the type to use a pair in some naughty lesbian submission game.
Feeling frisky, I took some pictures of myself in a few different pieces of lingerie.
I realized I had a lot of lingerie I almost never got to wear for anyone and decided regardless of how tomorrow went I was going to start wearing sexy lingerie underneath my attire and when going to bed. I was going to dress sexy for me.
I put on my newest lingerie and took a couple of pictures of myself before deciding I needed to get myself off.
I grabbed my trusty good friend Mr. Blue, got on my hands and knees and tried to fuck myself from a submissive position.
Imagining my own version of what tomorrow would bring, I got myself off again this time not picturing Ryan Gosling at all, but imagining that I was made to be the submissive pet to Mrs. Parks.
Content with my choices for tomorrow, I took a long bath and then again did a couple of hours of studying for a test I had on Friday, wondering if I would have a lot of time tomorrow night or would my training take up the evening.
Yet again, I had another wet dream, another dream of potential lesbian submission to Mrs. Parks.
*This time I was the one on the aggressive.*
*I don't know how I knew her cell number, but I texted her a picture of me in lingerie and thigh highs and said:*
***Mrs. Parks***
***Your pet is waiting for her training.***
*As soon as I texted it, I felt anxiety rush through me. What if I was wrong with my assumptions?*
*I mean, I assumed I wasn't. I generally was very good at reading people. Yet, this was potentially my career.*
*On the other hand, I couldn't handle another day of not knowing.*
*After a couple of excruciating minutes of waiting, Mrs. Parks texted back:*
*My pet*
*I will be back in my office in a few minutes. I expect you on the chair kneeling and waiting for me.*
*Mistress Parks*
*My cunt leaked into my panties at the two simple sentences and one powerful word. The first being the promise that she would be back soon; the second being a submissive position that clearly implied her expectations of me; the one word, on the other hand, cleared up, without a doubt, that I was right. That one word also meant the hierarchy of the relationship that was about to transpire was Mistress and submissive...and I was obviously the submissive.*
*I waited a few minutes, dying to touch myself, but wanting to wait and have that hopeful orgasm with Mrs. Parks, my Mistress.*
*I knelt on the chair, assuming it was the one I usually sat on, and waited.*
*Fifteen minutes became half an hour before she walked in and said, "Are you ready to be punished?"*
*"Yes, Mistress Parks," I replied, even though her words and angry tone surprised me.*
*"I like your eagerness, my pet," she began, before adding, "but I can't have you interrupting me when I am in meetings."*
*"Sorry," I whispered.*
*"Sorry, what?" she questioned.*
*"Sorry, Mistress," I corrected.*
*"Good girl," she nodded. "Now I know you are really eager to be my lesbian plaything, isn't that right?"*
*"Yes, Mistress," I responded, anticipation coursing through my very being.*
*"And a good pet understands that she is to wait to be called for," she continued, her hand slowly moving down my back.*
*"Yessssss, Mistress," I agreed.*
*"She understands that she is to be ready at a second's notice," she explained, as her hand reached my ass.*
*"Of course, Mistress," I nodded, my body trembling at her touch, "I will always be at your beck and call."*
*"Good girl," she repeated. "You do have one fine ass, my pet."*
*"Thank you, Mistress," I whimpered, hoping she would move her fingers to my heated pussy.*
*"Ever had a cock in that ass, my pet?" she questioned, her fingers going underneath my panties.*
*"No, Mistress," I answered, a sexual act that had never appealed to me.*
*"But you would for me?" she asked, her finger moving slowly between my ass cheeks.*
*"Yesssss, Mistress," I agreed, her touch melting me, knowing I would agree to almost anything to please her, to make her happy.*
*"Good," she purred, ever so softly, her finger teasing my rosebud.*
*Just as I thought she may slide her finger in my back door, she moved her hand away and gave me a firm spank.*
*I yelped at the sudden burn on my ass cheeks. She explained, "You will sit in this position until I return. You will not move at all, is that clear?"*
*"Yes, Mistress," I agreed, mixed feelings coursing through me.*
*She walked out of the office and I sat there for what seemed like an eternity. My pussy was wet, my knees sore and I had no idea when she would be back.*
*When the door opened after about fifteen minutes, it wasn't Mrs. Parks who came into the office, but Elizabeth, who ordered, "Stand up, Lily."*
*Although mortified to be seen in such a compromising position by a colleague, I obeyed assuming I was supposed to and was happy to get off my aching knees.*
*"Go over to the wall and stand there until Mrs. Parks returns," Elizabeth ordered, before leaving me alone again.*
*I walked over to where she instructed, thankful that she left...still humiliated by the whole situation and instantly wondering who else may know of my predicament or who else may also be a pet to Mrs. Parks.*
*I felt like I was back in elementary school and being sent to the corner for punishment.*
*Standing there, in only a bra and panties, I felt utterly vulnerable. I also felt cold as a cool breeze from an air vent blew down on me.*
*Suddenly, the door opened again and I prayed it was Mrs. Parks.*
*"Hands together in front of you," Mrs. Parks ordered.*
*I quickly obeyed, thankful that it was her and thankful to hear the door close.*
*"Why were you punished?" she asked.*
*"For not waiting for you to beckon me," I answered.*
*"And why did you send that text, my pet?" she asked, again right behind me.*
*"To let you know without a doubt that I'm willing to do anything for this company and for you," I answered.*
*"So you would serve all the employees if instructed?" she asked.*
*"I'm your slave, Mistress," I answered, giving myself to her completely. "I'll do whatever you tell me to."*
*"You'll suck off customers to finish off a deal?" she asked, her hands again on my ass.*
*"And swallow their load or take it all over my face," I answered, wanting to show her how completely submissive I was.*
*"And if three men are at a deal closing?" she questioned, moving her hands up and cupping my breasts.*
*"Well, Mistress, I have three holes," I responded, even though I had never even been with two men at once. Did I want to be the centerpiece to an orgy? No. Would I do it to please Mrs. Parks? Yes.*
*"Good news, my pet," she purred, kissing the back of my neck.*
*"Yes, Mistress," I moaned softly.*
*"I would never make you do such things," she revealed. "I just wanted to know if you would."*
*"I'd do anything for you, Mistress," I replied, even as a huge sigh of relief coursed through me at not having to do the things I just promised I would do.*
*"And you will be rewarded for such obedience," she said. "Turn around, my pet."*
*I did, a rush of adrenaline coursing through me at what might lie ahead.*
*"On your knees, my pet," she ordered, looking me directly in the eyes.*
*Never breaking eye contact, I obeyed, lowering myself to my knees, as I replied, "Yes, Mistress."*
*My arms at my sides, I waited for my next orders attempting to look eager and submissive.*
*"What do you want, my pet?" she asked, looking down at me.*
*"To lick your pussy, Mistress," I admitted.*
*"You mean my cunt?" she corrected.*
*I didn't love the 'C' word, but if that was what she was going to use, I would too. "Yes, Mistress, I want to lick your cunt."*
*She lifted up her dress, revealing she wasn't wearing any panties. She asked, "Is this what you want to lick, my pet?"*
*"God, yes," I nodded, staring at her completely shaved pussy, I mean cunt.*
*"Go ahead, my pet," she offered, grabbing the back of my head and guiding me to her pussy.*
*I extended my tongue and just as I was about to lick perfection I woke up. AGAIN!!!*
Opening my eyes, my hand in my panties, I cursed myself. Why did I wake up every time just before the final act of submission? Looking back I now realize never having tasted her pussy, or any other pussy, before my subconscious had no reference for me to dream about it. Thus making me wake up before I licked her in my dream.
I quickly rubbed myself, wondering what her pussy would taste like. Wondering if tomorrow these crazy, vivid, authentic dreams would finally come to fruition.
Coming hard in only a couple of minutes, an idea popped into my head. I knew exactly what I was going to wear tomorrow underneath my dress...even though I still wasn't sure which dress I planned to wear for my hopeful final submission.
I went to my lingerie drawer and grabbed the sexy black numbers. I then grabbed the new high heels I wasn't even sure I could walk in all day.
I was definitely going to make it clear, without even a shadow of a doubt that I was willing to be her submissive plaything.
Happy with my choices, I returned to bed giddy with anticipation of the night that lay ahead. I closed my eyes, but honestly I didn't get the greatest sleep, my mind playing all the different possibilities of tomorrow
.....
I woke up filled with trepidation. What if I was reading the signs wrong and she didn't have any sexual interest in me?
On the flipside, what if she did?
Was I ready to be in a relationship with a woman? Would it be an actual relationship? Did I want to be in a relationship? Did I just want the submissive sex I was already fantasizing?
I could spend hours psychoanalyzing myself, but decided 'fuck it', I would just take the day as fate meant it to be. I wouldn't push to force the issue nor resist whatever Mrs. Parks had in store.
In the end, after sleeping on it, I choose a sexy dress, one so short it didn't even attempt to completely cover the lace top stockings and none of them at all if I walked or sat down.
The thigh highs she gave me to wear were like silk heaven...as they not only made my legs look utterly fantastic, somehow making them look longer, but they felt so soft that I found myself petting my own legs on more than one occasion.
She said we would begin the training today...TRAINING...what a complex word with so many completely different meanings...and which one did I want to apply when my training with Mrs. Parks began?
I was so excited and nervous about the day that I barely heard a word my profs said all morning.
Instead, I kept playing in my head all the different possible scenarios that may occur this afternoon. The reality was I needed to know one way or another what Mrs. Parks expected from me because it was consuming my every waking moment.
For the second day in a row, I got a lot of looks from the boys for my attire, dressing way sexier than anyone else on campus for morning lectures. It made me feel good and a bit slutty knowing I was also getting looks from girls who saw me as a complete skank.
But I didn't care. Mrs. Parks had opened up a part of me that was usually dormant and I enjoyed the looks and the feeling of being wanted.
I barely ate any of my salad for lunch before getting to work early, filled with anticipation and trepidation...knowing I would soon have the answer to what her expectations were once and for all.
I arrived early and waited for almost an hour for Mrs. Parks to return from lunch. She ordered, ignoring the fact that she was late, "Come in, Lily and June please hold my calls. I'm not to be interrupted this afternoon for any reason."
"Of course, Mrs. Parks," June nodded.
I followed Mrs. Parks in and closed the door without instructions.
She said, as she walked to her desk and took off her blazer. "You should probably lock it."
Her ominous instructions sent butterflies to my stomach and made my panties instantly dampen with anticipation for something that I didn't know I had remotely wanted just a week ago.
"Of course, Mrs. Parks," I obeyed, locking the door and beginning to walk to the chair in front of her desk.
"Stop," she ordered.
I froze, yet somehow decided to pose wanting to showcase my curves, which this dress did a great job of showcasing.
"The top half of your dress is much less risqué, but every step you take I can see your lace top stockings," she pointed out.
I replied, "It was the only dress I owned I felt really matched the stockings you insisted I wear."
"Fair enough," she nodded. "Take a seat."
I moved to the chair, sat down, suddenly feeling incredibly nervous, like I used to be on first dates in high school, as she sat behind her desk. She asked, "How has the week been so far?"
I answered, surprised by the mundane question, "A bit overwhelming. There are so many people here. I didn't realize just how big the firm was."
She nodded, "We are not only the biggest in the city, but in the entire state."
"It's an honour to be a part of it," I responded, meaning that completely from the work opportunity point of view.
"Yes, it is," she concurred. "Do you know how many people applied for the job you got?"
"I have no idea," I admitted, knowing from waiting at least three others were interviewed.
"A hundred and ninety-five," she revealed. "From that number we did reference checks on twenty-five, did phone interviews with fifteen and brought seven in for personal interviews," she revealed.
A wave of pride coursed through me at the reality that out of almost two hundred applicants, I was chosen. I said, "I'm very flattered that you chose me, Mrs. Parks."
"You have the potential, with some training, to be a very valuable asset to this company and to me," she continued. Her words were flattering, yet her facial expression didn't match her words, showing no emotion at all.
"I'm willing to do anything to help this company," I replied, thinking to myself I meant both professionally and personally. So I added, "And, of course, you, Mrs. Parks."
She stood up and asked, "And just out of curiosity, what do you mean by those last words, Lily?"
I silently cursed to myself. I had decided to let whatever happened in this office this afternoon happen, yet I sure didn't want to be the one to say it. I didn't want to be wrong and humiliate myself, even though I was pretty positive I was correct.
My legs trembled with anxiety as my next words could seal my fate with this company, although what that fate would be was still to be determined.
"I believe in doing whatever it takes to get the job done," I finally answered, avoiding saying anything of substance at all.
"And what exactly does that mean?" she asked, as she moved in front of me and leaned on her desk.
I knew she would see through generic nothingness, but hoped she would at least give me an olive branch to climb on, some sign that I was right.
I took a deep breath and rattled out rather fast before I could stop the words, "Making sure my boss is completely satisfied."
"Hmmmmm," she nodded, but asked, as she hopped onto her desk, "and how does an employee make sure the boss is completely satisfied?"
I felt this was the olive branch, an incredibly small one, but as she slowly crossed her legs in front of me, I sensed this was the window of opportunity.
I took a deep breath, looked up at her, risking everything, and silently dropped to my knees, exactly as I had in my dream just a couple of nights ago.
"Sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words, they say," she began, looking down at me, before adding. "But I believe an action speaks a million."
"Then let me speak millions," I responded eagerly.
"Stand up," she ordered, her tone deceivingly unemotional.
I obeyed.
"Turn around," she ordered.
I again obeyed, a chill going up my spine.
"Lift up your dress," she instructed. "Let's see that ass of yours."
The dress tight, I used both hands to slowly tug up the dress.
"A thong," she said in an approving tone, "very, very nice."
"Thank you, Mistress, I wore it for you," I admitted, then realized what I had said in the heat of the moment accidentally, just like I had in my dream.
"Mistress," she smiled, "I like that."
"A good pet has a Master and you are mine," I said, somehow completely buying in to the odd words I was saying.
"Excellent," she nodded. "You will always refer to me as Mistress when we are alone or travelling."
"Of course, Mistress," I nodded, wondering where she planned to take me.
"And those heels are incredibly sexy," she continued, before adding, "they really accentuate your legs, particularly with those thigh high stockings."
"I completely agree, Mistress," I nodded. "Thank you for opening me up to a new fashion sense."
"You're welcome," she replied. "As I mentioned before, a woman in the business world needs to look both professional and sexy at all times."
"Understood."
"Turn back around," she ordered.
I again obeyed, sensing the final moment of submission, the one that always was denied to me in my dreams, was almost at hand.
"I have a question I didn't get to ask you during the interview because it went on quite a tangent. What are the best traits of a dog?" she asked.
Although the question was undoubtedly strange, I wasn't rattled by the question at all. I instantly knew the answer she was looking for as I answered, "Loyalty and obedience."
"Very good," she nodded, before adding, "And they are trainable."
"Although only with patience and firm discipline," I added, trying to hint at my own obedience and my willingness to do whatever it takes.
"They are also very enthusiastic," she added.
"If I didn't know any better I would think you are describing me," I smiled coyly.
"Interesting thought," she smiled for the first time, "Do you know why I picked you?"
"No, Mistress," I replied.
"I could see the longing buried deep within you," she answered.
"Really?" I asked. "To be honest, I have never considered anything like this with another female before...before...um."
"Before me?" she finished my sentence.
"Yet, I'm guessing you definitely are submissive to your male partners," she continued.
"Mostly," I nodded, in awe that she somehow saw all this in me during our original interview.
"I would say more than mostly," she continued. "Your eagerness to please was very clear during your interview."
"It was?" I asked, still bewildered by her assessment of me.
"Crystal clear," she nodded. "Now it's inspection time, my pet."
Hearing her call me her pet sent a chill up my spine and dispelled the last lingering doubt I had over what was going to happen today, although all doubt should have faded long ago.
"Okay," I said, looking up at her waiting for further instruction.
"Take off your heels, my pet," she ordered, "I want to take a good look at your stocking-clad feet."
"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, quite happy to get out of the high heels that were literally killing my feet, my ankles and my back.
"But do it as sexily as possible," she added.
I started to slowly slip out of my one heel when she stopped me.
"No, no," she said, shaking her head, "use your whole body as a weapon. Your legs, hips and lips."
"Oh, okay," I nodded, although I wasn't confident I could do it right. I loved dancing and wasn't remotely self-conscious on a dance floor, but both times I had attempted sexy stripteases for boyfriends I had felt like a complete fool.
I slowly slid my foot out, while holding a pose and letting out a slight moan that made my lips I hoped look sensual.
"Very nice," she nodded, "You really are a quick learner."
I smiled, one heel on, one heel off, and added, "And always eager to learn new things."
"You've never been with a woman, have you?" she asked.
"No," I shook my head.
"But you are considering it now?" she asked.
"The decision has already been made," I replied, slipping out of my other heel.
She looked down and said, "You do have very sexy feet."
"Thank you, Mistress," I nodded.
"So, let's conclude the inspection," she said. "Painted toenails, check, Thigh high stockings I ordered you to wear, check. Sexy panties, check."
My face flushed as I was inspected like I was a piece of property.
"But what about the bra?" she pondered, looking directly at my breasts, still covered by my dress, "Is it as sexy as the rest of your attire?"
"Do you want me to take off my dress, Mistress?" I asked, trying to be as submissive as possible.
"Yes, my pet," she nodded.
No longer remotely nervous, I began lifting the dress over my head. Unfortunately, because it was so tight, I really struggled and actually briefly got stuck.
"Need a hand?' she asked, clearly amused.
"Maybe two," I joked.
She assisted and finished taking my dress off for me.
Once off, she nodded, "You really do have one tight, perfect little body."
If a man said such words I would have called him a sexist pig, yet when she said them I felt flattered.
"Thank you, Mistress," I replied.
"So sexy bra, check," she nodded, before moving her hand to my very damp panties.
"Wet cunt, check" she announced, before asking, "Why are your panties so soaking wet, my pet?"
"Enthusiasm and anticipation," I replied, trying to keep the pet analogy working.
"Anticipation for what?" She asked, her finger tracing my pussy lips through the panties.
"Submitting to you," I moaned softly, her touch driving me wild.
"So you want to be my unconditional pet?" She asked, tapping her fingers on my clit.
"G-G-God, yessss," I trembled as she tapped on my clit more.
"And you understand that it will come with very clear expectations," she continued.
"Of course, Mistress," I nodded, "a pet needs to know her boundaries."
"And show me what a pet does to show she understands her boundaries," she ordered, as she moved to her desk and sat on it.
I walked to her, dropped to my knees and took off her right heel and began gently massaging her foot. The silk was so soft that I wanted to splatter her leg with kisses, and feel them wrapped around me. Yet, I focused on the submissive act, waiting to be told what to do, to be guided in this journey of lesbian submission.
She didn't speak at all as I gently massaged her toes, foot, ankle and calf.
Wordlessly, she uncrossed and re-crossed her legs and I took off her other five inch heel and replicated the dedicated, gentle, massage of her foot.
Once done, when she didn't give an order, I took initiative wanting to show my undying loyalty, I leaned forward and kissed the top of her foot.
"Lick the sole of my foot, my pet," she ordered, finally speaking.
"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, lifting her foot up and licking the sole of her foot as ordered. It was an odd mixture of sweat, leather and nylon and somehow it turned me on even more.
"Now the other," she instructed a moment later.
I replicated the act on her other foot while she continued listing her expectations of me. "You won't date."
I nodded, even as I wondered if this made her my girlfriend.
"You will have a travel bag here ready to go at a minute's notice," she explained.
"Okay, Mistress," I agreed.
"I'll give you a company credit card to purchase the various items you will need for excursions," she continued.
"Thank you, Mistress, that is very generous," I said.
"I'm a very generous Mistress, my pet," she replied, before adding, "Now get on all fours,"
"Yes, Mistress," I said, as I got in the position she instructed.
"Crawl to the door," she ordered, "it's time to take my pet for a walk."
For the first time since this whole crazy situation began, I felt massive trepidation and anxiety. Was she going to ask me to crawl out in the office like this?
Yet, again I obeyed, walking to the door, praying that, like the declarations of complete slut-dom, this was another test.
"I probably should get you a collar and a leash," she said, as I reached the door.
Strangely, like everything else she said, it somehow turned me on.
"Do you want to go for a walk, my pet?" she asked.
I didn't remotely want to go for a walk. I wanted to crawl to her and bury my face between her legs. Yet, I replied like the obedient submissive I was, "If Mistress wants to take me for a walk."
"Good girl," she nodded, "You passed the final test."
"I did?" I asked, still staring at the door...the only thing that separated me from complete humiliation.
"You mentioned loyalty, obedience and training," she explained, "but there is also, of course, the most important of all."
"More important than loyalty?" I asked, looking back at her.
"Yes," she nodded, "it's a five letter word."
I tried to come up with a word that was only five letters long, but other than loyal, which was already covered by loyalty, I came up blank.
"Crawl back to me, my pet," she ordered.
I obeyed, crawling like a dog to her, even as I wracked my brain to figure out the word.
Reaching her, she ordered, "Give me your sexiest pose, my pet?"
"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, wondering what would be a sexy pose. I wanted to look submissive and yet seductive...I wanted her to want me.
I remained on my knees knowing that is a very submissive position and while looking up at her the whole time, I allowed my bra straps to fall off my shoulders.
Knowing that women get turned on by slow teasing and imagination, I then cupped my small, but firm breasts.
I looked up at her, trying to look vulnerable and sexy.
"Are your nipples hard?" she asked.
"Like diamonds," I replied, my nipples getting stiff very easily.
"What are your weak spots, my pet?" she asked.
"What do you mean, Mistress?" I asked, confused by the question.
"If someone wants to get you revved up and ready to fuck, what are your hot buttons?"
"Before I met you?" I asked, before adding, "because I think I have some new hot buttons I didn't know existed."
"That's flattering," she nodded, "but yes, before me."
"Well, I love getting my nipples sucked or nibbled," I said.
"But what gets you hot when you're still dressed?" she asked.
"Ohhhhh," I nodded. "Either kissing my neck from behind or the touching of my thigh when I'm in a dress or skirt. The hot breath on my neck or a hand on my thigh both instantly trigger wetness in my pussy."
"You mean your cunt," she corrected.
"Yes, Mistress, my wet cunt," I corrected, somehow loving saying 'cunt', a word I found repulsive before meeting Mrs. Parks.
"Show me more of those tits, my pet," she ordered.
My knees getting sore, I repositioned myself on just one knee as I attempted to show more.
I was about to take off my bra when suddenly there was a knock at the door.
"For fuck's sake," she cursed, clearly pissed off. "I fucking told her I was not to be disturbed."
I quickly put my bra back on, petrified to be caught in such a compromising outfit or position.
"Crawl under my desk," she ordered.
"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, grabbing my dress and heels and quickly moving under her dress.
She went to the door and opened it just as I was completely under her desk.
"Sorry to bother you, Mrs. Parks," a female voice said. "But, Mrs. Hamilton is here and is insisting on meeting with you."
"Fine, send her in," Mrs. Parks ordered.
The door closed and Mrs. Parks walked back to her desk, sat on her chair and looked down at me. "Well, this will really make for an interesting training. You will kiss every inch of my feet and legs while I meet with Mrs. Hamilton."
"Okay," I nodded, even though I was mortified and disappointed. Like in my dreams, every time I get close to finally submitting completely, it doesn't happen.
"Oh, are you pouting, my pet?" she asked.
I didn't know I was, but likely I was.
"Show me your best pout," she ordered. "I imagine you have mastered the pout with lips like those."
I laughed to myself, because I had manipulated my dad with what he called 'the pout', I had manipulated most boyfriends with 'the pout' and had got out of more than one speeding ticket with 'the pout'.
She laughed, "That is even more adorable than I anticipated."
The intercom came on and informed Mrs. Parks that Mrs. Hamilton was waiting.
Looking down at me, she smiled and promised, "Don't worry, my pet, I promise you will not leave here today until you have begun your training and if you do a good job I may even reward you with a nice hard fucking."
"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, her words going directly to my cunt.
As she rolled her chair in, spreading her legs, she said, "Let her in."
She slipped back out of her heels, and put her foot to my mouth. I again kissed and licked her foot, this time splattering every inch of her foot with kisses. I wanted to move up between her legs and bury my face in her cunt, but knew that wasn't the order.
The next few minutes felt like an eternity as I continued pleasuring both her feet, ankles and calves as I vaguely listened to the conversation. Mrs. Parks was very patient as she calmed down the woman, who was furious at an error made in last year's tax return.
I was moving up her leg at a snail's pace, now at her knees, when she rolled her chair away. She said, "Mrs. Hamilton, we can continue this conversation next week after I personally look through your return."
"Good," the woman replied.
As soon as she was gone, Mrs. Parks locked the door and ordered, "Crawl to me, my pet."
I eagerly crawled out from underneath the desk, crawled to her as she asked, "Now where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?"
"I was drawing you in with my sexy charm," I responded, looking up at her.
"Well, it's working," she laughed. "By the way, you were very good underneath the desk."
"Thank you, Mistress," I replied.
"Next time, maybe I'll let you bury yourself between my legs," she teased. Before I could say anything, my mouth instantly watering at the possibility, she said, "So, let's continuing your training. Using the stool, give me a sexy pose that portrays your understanding of the five letter word."
'Damn' I thought to myself, I still hadn't figured out the word.
She looked down at me and spelt it out, "T-R-U-S-T."
"Trust, of course,' I thought to myself, the answer so obvious now, like on Wheel of Fortune when you're missing just a few letters and can't solve the puzzle and when it is finally revealed you're like 'Oh, man was that simple'.
I stood up, pondered a pose before deciding to modify one from an earlier dream, making it even sexier, yet completely vulnerable.
I put my hands on the stool, in only lingerie, one leg up on the stool and one on the floor which I felt achieved the order.
My ass was on perfect display, as was the rest of my body.
"Very nice," she purred, before moving to me and sliding her hand down my back.
"Thank you, Mistress," I replied, my pussy instantly tingling, her touch magical.
"I think you're finally ready, my pet," she said, her hand continuing to move lower to my ass.
"I'm ready for whatever you want me for, Mistress," I declared, even as my body trembled at her touch.
"I know you are," she whispered, leaning forward and kissing my back as her hand went between my legs and to my wet panties. "And that is why I am about to reward you."
"Yesssss, Mistress," I moaned, as her finger traced my excessively moist pussy lips.
"Are you ready for your treat, Lily?" she asked, using my name for the first time.
Hearing my name used startled me. I had become so immersed in the submission of being Mrs. Parks' pet, that I had become 'her pet' or 'her slut'...Lily fading from existence. After a moment, I nodded, "I've never been more ready for anything in my life, Mistress."
"Once you get this treat, Lily," she continued, her tone still firm, as her finger continued to tease my pussy lips, "There is no going back. You will be mine, mind, body and soul."
Although I knew she was not bluffing, and although I knew my life would be completely different from this moment forward, I knew with complete confidence it was what I wanted. I replied, "I gave you my mind, body and soul the minute you hired me, Mistress. I want to be the best employee you've ever hired, and your most obedient, loyal pet."
"Come and sit down, my pet," she ordered, as she sat on the edge of her desk.
Thrilled to be off my weary knees, I stood up, stretched quickly and sat down directly in front of her.
"You've definitely passed your day one training so far," she said, opening her legs slightly.
"Thank you, Mistress," I smiled, "I aim to obey."
"Show me sensual with those lips, my pet," she ordered.
Beginning to understand what she was looking for, I pursed my lips
"That is sexy, my pet," she nodded, as she opened her legs more.
"Have you fantasized about this moment?" she asked.
"Every day this week," I admitted.
"How did it end?" she asked, opening her legs wider so I could just get a glimpse of her pink panties.
"Honestly," I said, "not well."
"Really? She asked.
"Yes, I always woke up just before final submission," I admitted.
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**AUTHOR'S NOTE:::::**
**From this point one there will be two parallel narratives.**
**To continue with Lily's lesbian submission continue reading.**
**If you want to read a surprise ALTERATE ENDING...go to the end of the original version or read this one to its completion and the ALTERNATE ENDING will follow.**
**END OF AUTHOR'S NOTE**
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"And what is final submission?" she questioned, opening her legs more.
I stared between her legs, wondering what it would taste like, and smell like.
I bit my lip, desperate to cross the final invisible line of complete sexual submission.
Finally I spoke, "Um, pleasing you."
"How?" she asked, clearly amused by my nervousness.
"Licking your pussy," I answered, trying to get a better look between her legs.
"You mean my cunt?" she corrected me again, lifting her ass up and tugging her panties down.
"Yes, your cunt, Mistress," I nodded, watching her panties slide down her legs.
"Finish taking them off, my pet," she ordered.
My hands trembling again, this time with excitement, I reached over and finished taking her panties off.
"Smell them," she ordered.
I moved them to my nose and smelt the wet panties. As fantasized, her scent was exotic and it enhanced even more my desire to match the scent with the taste.
"You are such an obedient little pet," she purred.
"Can I taste you, Mistress?" I asked, no longer able to wait to taste her.
"Beg," she ordered, moving her finger between her already very wet glistening cunt lips.
I had never had to beg before. Men just shoved their cock in my mouth or pussy. I looked up at her and pleaded, "Mistress, may I please lick your beautiful cunt and become your cunt craving, pussy pleasing, slut submissive, pet?"
"Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned, opening her legs wide. "Did you imagine you would ever say those words, my pet?"
"Not in a million years," I replied, staring at her cunt, my mouth watering so much I was practically drooling with anticipation at what was about to happen.
"Again, once you lick my cunt, I own you," she reminded me, parting her pussy lips with her finger.
"I'm your slave, Mistress," I replied, still staring between her legs.
"Call me Mistress Katherine," she ordered.
"Of course, Mistress Katherine," I obeyed, adding her first name to the dominant title somehow making this moment of submission more intimate.
She moved her finger away from her pussy and towards my lips.
I immediately leaned forward and took her finger in my mouth. It was barely a sampling, but I instantly wanted to taste more. I wanted to envelope myself with her legs, smell and taste, I wanted to be on my knees, between her legs and serving her. I wanted to hear her moan, whimper and then scream with joy.
I bobbed on her finger like it was a cock, retrieving ever last remnant from her finger, desperate to show her my insatiable hunger to taste her.
"Go ahead, my slut, retrieve your reward for being a good pet."
I didn't hesitate, the words finally said, and knowing I couldn't wake up this time and be disappointed. I leaned forward, extended my tongue and gave my mind, body and soul to my Mistress.
Her scent was very strong and exotic, and her taste was equally exotic and unexplainable.
Being between her legs felt so natural, like I was born to be there.
Unlike sucking cock, which was a task and a means to an end, licking cunt was enjoyable, exotic (I know I keep using that word, but no other word does justice to the smell, taste and feelings I was having), and intoxicating.
I licked slowly, parting her pussy lips and trying to get more of her wetness in my mouth.
She moaned, "That's it, explore every inch of your Mistress's cunt."
"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I responded, as I continued slowly licking.
"My cunt has been wet all day waiting for this moment, my slut," she continued.
"Mine too," I moaned, my panties completely soaked.
"I can't wait for all the naughty adventures we are going to have, my pet. I have searched for a long time, for the right girl."
I was flattered and yet curious, why me? Yet, instead of asking, I concentrated on pleasing her.
"But I knew you were the one the moment you walked in here last week," she continued, her hands going through my hair. "You were my Pygmalion."
I smiled, as I continued licking. Audrey Hepburn was my idol and My Fair Lady my favourite musical, although I really loved Grease as well.
"Lick my asshole, my pet," she ordered.
My mind in a submissive trance, I moved lower and awkwardly licked her rosebud.
"That's it, my pet, make love to every inch of my downtown area," she purred.
I had never licked an asshole, but as I licked hers, slightly sweaty, I wanted to be the best ass licker there was.
Yet, after only a few seconds, she pulled me back up to her pussy. "Now focus on my clit, my young pussy pleaser."
I obeyed, moving to her clit and swirling my tongue around it.
"Oh, yesss, that's it, my pet," she moaned, "worship my cunt."
I wanted to worship every part of her; I wanted to get her off; I wanted to taste her cum; I wanted to feel her pussy juice coat my face.
I licked hungrily now, her moans increasing.
"Don't stop, you hungry fucking slut," she ordered, when I took a brief pause.
"Sorry, Mistre...." I was cut off as she grabbed my head and held it deep in her cunt.
I eagerly licked, as she held my head. She began moving her ass, grinding on my face which turned me on more. She was using me for her personal pleasure, My face got wetter and wetter and after a couple of minutes of being face fucked by her cunt, I felt her legs stiffen beside me and suddenly felt my face get splattered with wetness. Unlike the loads of cum I took on my face, this was wetter and not as warm, but tasted way better. I lapped it up, wanting to consume her pussy juice, wanting to savour her cum.
Eventually, she let go of my head, and I looked up at her with the insatiable lust that had consumed me.
"You look very good between my legs," she complimented.
"I love being between your legs," I replied back.
"And you look absolutely hot with my pussy cum on your lips," she continued.
I instinctively licked my lips, wanting to retrieve any pussy juice still on them.
"It's hard to believe you have never munched cunt," she said, "you are not only amazing at it, but you clearly loved it."
"I guess I'm a late bloomer," I smiled.
"Better late than never," she laughed back.
I hope to make up for lost time," I quipped back.
"Mmmmmmm," she nodded. "Is my pet's cunt wet?"
"It's soaked my panties, Mistress Katherine," I admitted.
"Now, so you know, I don't eat cunt," she said. "But I do fuck cunt."
"You're the boss," I nodded, not remotely concerned about how I got off.
"Go lay down on the floor, my eager little lez," she ordered.
"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I obeyed, curious what she had in store for me next. Once on the ground, I tried to look as sexy as possible.
"Touch yourself, like you did while fantasizing about submitting to me, my little slut," she ordered.
I moved my left hand down to my wet panties, slid my hand inside them and began rubbing my fevered cunt lips.
"Did you fuck yourself every night this week, my slut?" she asked.
"Yessssss," I moaned, my orgasm beginning to rise instantly.
"Did I give you permission to come?" she asked, her playful tone suddenly firm.
"No, Mistress Katherine," I admitted, but tried to defend myself, "but you weren't my Mistress yet when I masturbated."
"But you wanted me to be?" she questioned.
"Yes," I again admitted, before clarifying, "although the first couple days it was more confusion of my feelings than the reality that I wanted to be your submissive."
"Fair enough," she nodded, looking down at me. "But from now on, you only come when I give you permission, is that clear?
"My pussy, no, my cunt is yours, Mistress Katherine," I declared, yet again giving myself to her completely, even as my own orgasm was building.
"Stop!" she ordered.
I obeyed.
Move your hands away from that fuck box of yours," she instructed.
I again obeyed.
"Don't move," she demanded, before going to her desk. She returned a moment later with a camera.
"Ready to make some photographic memories to remember forever the day you went from straight to gay and became my full-time pet?"
I should've been scared or worried by a camera, but having given myself to her unconditionally, I had complete trust in her.
So I replied, like the complete submissive I had become in just one week, "I wish you would have taken some of me when I was between your legs, Mistress Katherine."
"The video cameras there, there and there, likely got it," she answered, pointing to cameras in three different corners of the office.
"Good," I smiled, happy my final submission was recorded for posterity.
"Pose for me," she instructed.
I did, as she took a few pictures.
Each picture somehow turned me on more and more. Some I smiled, some I moaned and some I looked vulnerable.
"That's it," she purred, "touch yourself for me."
I needed no more further instructions, as I moved my hands under my panties and to my fevered cunt.
"Go slow, my pet. This isn't a race," she instructed.
I obeyed, even though I just wanted to come and come now.
"All good things come to those who wait," she continued.
"Then this may kill me," I joked.
"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger," she joked back, as she moved her stocking-clad foot to my crotch. "Do you need some help?"
"Yes," I moaned as her foot put pressure on my clit.
"Take your panties off," she instructed.
I didn't hesitate as I tugged them down my legs and tossed them aside.
"A shaved box, now that is a pleasant surprise," she approved, looking at my recently shaved cunt.
"I did it for you," I replied.
"I know you did," she nodded, as her foot went back to my pussy. She slowly moved her toes between my lips, which was both erotically stimulating and yet equally teasing.
I moaned softly at her touch, watching her intensely.
"How bad do you want to come, my pet?" she asked.
"Soooooo bad," I moaned.
She parted my pussy lips with her toes and said, "You're like a dog in heat, my pet."
I don't know why I did it, but the sound came out before I had a chance to think about it, "Woof!"
"Hilarious," she smiled down at me, before asking, "It's obvious you're submissive, my pet, so tell me about a couple of your naughty sexual encounters."
I pondered this a moment before warning, "Most of these include alcohol. I get a few drinks in me and, well, my morals drop quickly."
"Good to know," she smiled, continuing to slowly tease my pussy.
"Well, last Halloween the guy I was dating dressed up as a teacher and I as a student and after a few drinks I ended up tied to his bed where he fucked me for hours, coming half a dozen times."
"In you?" she asked.
"In my cunt, on my tits and mostly on my face," I admitted, "Men love coming on my face."
"It's because you are so cute," she declared.
"And men are pigs." I added, her toes driving me wild with teasing.
"Well, yes and that," she laughed. "My husband loves coming on my tits."
"Who wouldn't, they're so big," I agreed, looking up at them and wishing she would take her blouse off.
"Any other slutty encounters?" she asked.
"Well, I get turned on by public sex," I admitted.
"Details," she demanded.
"I've done it in a park in broad daylight, at a party with another couple sleeping right beside us, in an office with the door not completely shut and on a hiking trail," I admitted.
"You like the thrill of getting caught, don't you?" she asked, putting her foot directly on my clit.
"It both turns me on and scares the crap out of me," I admitted.
"So you want to be both taken seriously as a professional and a woman, yet conversely be used and fucked as a dirty little slut," she questioned.
"Yes," I nodded, "I hate myself for it once I come and settle down, but when I'm revved up like this, or have a few drinks in me, I am desperate to be someone's slut."
"Well, you're my slut now," she declared, moving her foot away.
"Forever," I responded, even though such a one word promise was ludicrous.
"Take off your bra," she ordered. "It's time to see those titties."
""They're pretty small," I admitted.
"Sometimes size doesn't matter," she smiled.
"May I sit up, Mistress?" I asked.
"Briefly," she nodded.
I sat up and took off my bra, immediately self-conscious about my small breasts.
"You weren't lying," she smiled, "your nipples are definitely hard as diamonds."
"What can I say," I shrugged, "you make my whole body a dishevelled mess."
She reached down and pinched my nipples.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," I moaned, a mixture of pleasure and pain instantly triggered a gush that began to run down my legs.
As she cupped my breasts, she continued the compliment, "Your tits are perfect, my pet. Not too big, not too small."
"But just right," I finished with a smile, as if we were reading Goldilocks and the three bears.
"And I plan to test that theory in every way," she warned, giving my nipples one last pinch.
I wondered what that may all include, but just nodded, "Of course, Mistress, I'm, looking forward to acing this test."
"Lay back down," she ordered.
I again obeyed, eager to find out what she planned to do to me next.
"Rub yourself, my little slut, but don't you dare come," she ordered.
"Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress," I said, as I immediately moved to my fevered pussy, no, cunt, and started rubbing.
I looked up and watched as she took off her blouse, revealing a sexy black lace bra. She cupped her breasts and said, "You see these are big, but a pain in the ass to carry around all day."
"I guess soooo," I moaned, immediately feeling my orgasm beckoning.
She then took off her skirt and allowed it to drop to the floor again revealing her perfect pussy.
My mouth instantly watered, wanting to taste her again, get her off again.
"I think you're drooling," she accused, looking down at me.
"I'm like Pavlov's dog for your cunt," I playfully replied, bringing the earlier dog metaphor full circle.
"You're fucking adorable," she laughed.
"Thank yoooou," I moaned, continuing to rub myself.
"That's it, my slut," she purred, "get that cunt nice and wet for me."
"Already theeeeere," I moaned, my cunt never feeling wetter, more ready, than it did at this exact moment.
"No, no, no," she clarified, "I want your cunt the wettest it's ever been."
"Toooooooo late," I moaned, knowing I could reach orgasm in an instant if given permission.
She laughed, "No, I mean every time you think you've reached your wettest, you push for wetter."
"Okay," I nodded, unsure I could do that and still keep myself from having an orgasm.
I had to slow down to not explode, like a cannon that had already had its fuse lit.
She walked over to the chair I had been sitting on, turned it around, sat down and said, "Stop."
I did, although my body was going crazy with the starting and stopping.
"Now crawl to me," she ordered.
Reluctantly, ignoring the reality that my orgasm was begging for release, I said, "Yes, Mistress Katherine."
Reaching her, she crossed her legs and ordered, "Hump my leg, like the horny bitch you are."
"Okayyyy," I agreed, tentatively, unsure how to properly do the task ordered.
"Straddle my foot, my slut," she instructed.
"Oh, okay," I nodded happy to have instructions. I straddled her leg, moved awkwardly down, grabbed her foot and lowered my wet pussy on it.
"Now hump my foot, you eager little slut," she demanded.
Although never overly comfortable, the act of submission, the humiliating kinkiness of it, kept me wet and excited.
"Good girl," she purred, putting her hands on my shoulders.
I wondered as I rubbed myself on her foot, two things: could I get off this way, and could I fit her toes inside my cunt?
"Remember slut, no coming, I've got something very special for your orgasm. Just get that hot box of yours ready," she ordered, foreshadowing even more kinkiness.
"Okaaaaaay," I moaned, my long held-back orgasm finally, hopefully, in the near future.
"Faster, my pet, I really want you to hump my foot," she ordered.
"Yes, Mistresssssss," I moaned, obeying the task, although still finding the position awkward.
After another minute or so, my knees beginning to get sore in this position, she ordered, "back on your back, my pet."
Happy to change positions, I quickly obeyed, hoping she was finally going to allow me to reach the volcanic eruption that had been bubbling inside me forever.
"Now, I like your heels, my pet, they are very cute," she complimented, reaching down and grabbing one of my high heels.
"Thank you, Mistress," I nodded.
"Of course, I expect you to be in five inch heels eventually," she continued.
"I'm trying, Mistress," I replied, "I've been practicing every night."
"And you will continue to do so," she nodded, kneeling down between my legs.
"Until I have it mastered, Mistress Katherine," I nodded, watching her with hunger.
"Good girl," she smiled, moving my heel between my pussy lips.
"Ahhhhhh," I whimpered, as soon as the heel made contact.
"Ready to come, my pet?" she asked, "I've been teasing you for a long, long time."
"Whenever you are willing, Mistress," I moaned.
"Fuck yourself with your heel," she ordered.
Such an act was again extreme, yet I didn't hesitate, taking the shoe from her and moving the heel to my cunt. I slid the heel into my cunt and began fucking myself. As soon as I began pumping my cunt with the heel, I wished I had, in fact, worn the five inch heels so I could fill myself deeper.
"Such an obedient slut," she purred.
"Your slutttt," I declared again.
"I know," she nodded, moving to her desk.
I quickly got frustrated, as the heel wasn't long enough or thick enough to get me off, instead just continuing the lengthy teasing that was now driving me crazy.
I glanced over and saw she was now putting a strap-on cock on her beautiful waist.
I continued fucking myself praying that strap-on was soon going to be filling my cunt. I knew I wasn't going to make it much longer, the teasing finally pushing me too far.
"Stop," she again ordered.
I again obeyed.
"Stand up and bend over the desk, my pet. Time to give you the fucking you deserve," she said, standing in thigh highs and a strap-on.
"Yes, Mistress Katherine," I eagerly responded, squealing like a school girl.
In seconds, I was bent over the desk, waiting for the fucking that was just promised.
I felt her hands on my hips, and without a word, she slid the plastic cock inside me.
"Thank youuuuuuuuuu, Mistress," I moaned loudly, as my cunt was finally filled.
"Pretty soon you may come as much as you want, my pet, but not until I say," she said, as she began pounding me.
"God, yesssssss," I moaned, "so fucking good."
"I reward my pets very well," she continued.
"Yes, you dooooooo," I agreed, my orgasm rising at an accelerated rate.
"Beg to come, my pet," she ordered.
"Oh God, Mistress, please, please, let your sluuut, c-c-c-come," I begged, struggling to speak as the pleasure took over my body.
"Don't come yet," she ordered.
"Okayyyyy," I moaned, knowing I wasn't going to be able to hold it back much longer.
"What are you?" she asked, slamming into me so hard the desk moved.
"Your sluuuuuut," I screamed.
"My slave," she continued.
"Yessssss, your s-s-slave, p-p-pussy pleaser, whorrrrrrre," I declared, my orgasm coming in seconds either way.
My breathing quickly erratic, she slapped my ass, "Come, my dirty little slut, come now."
The orgasm erupted as soon as permission was given and I screamed, "Fuuuuuuuuuck, I lovvvvvve youuuuuuuuuuuu."
She kept pounding me, "Don't stop coming, my pet."
"Okkkkkkkkkay," I agreed, as if I had any choice. The orgasm that was cascading through me was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. The pleasure was so intense I honestly wasn't sure if I was coming or peeing, my legs were getting so wet. It was like I had never really had an orgasm as the sensations were so much more intense than anything I had ever experienced before.
Over the next couple of minutes, as the first orgasm continued to riddle me, I could feel a second following right after it, like waves coming onto the beach.
"Soooooo good," I moaned, as my body burned with pleasure.
"Do you want to come again, my little fuck toy?" she asked.
"God yes, Mistresssssss," I moaned, unable to fathom how two orgasms could come back to back so quick.
"Tell me what you want," she ordered.
"To be you full-time slave," I declared, knowing I would do anything to have this pleasure again.
"Come again, my slave," she ordered, spanking my ass.
"Oh yesssss," I whimpered, the slight burn on my ass turning me on.
"Now, my pet," she demanded.
"Okayyyyyyy," I moaned, "Drill my cunt."
"Now, my slut, or I'll pull out and you don't get to come all week," she threatened.
"Okay, yes, fuck, shit, harder, God, fuck, fuck, fuck," I babbled, as my orgasm rose and then hit me like a hammer.
"Good girl," she purred, as she kept the cock buried in me as my second orgasm coursed through me.
"Thaaaaank you," I declared, as my body felt like a puddle of goo.
"You're welcome, my pet," she replied, pulling out and instantly I felt my legs again get very wet from my own juices.
She pointed the strap-on straighta me and ordered, "Come clean your juices, my slut."
I struggled to stand up, my legs barely able to hold me up, and turned around, fell hard on my knees, and took the plastic cock in my mouth.
To my surprise, I definitely tasted sweet myself.
After a brief minute, she pulled the cock out of my mouth and said, "You definitely passed your first test."
"I hope there will be many more," I responded, looking up at her with admiration.
"Oh, these tests will never end," she promised.
"Great," I smiled, my head already imaging the many different things she would make me do.
"You see how not allowing you to come brought you more intense orgasms," she said.
"Yes, I can barely move," I answered.
She laughed, as she grabbed her skirt, "Well, you better, I have a meeting in fifteen minutes in this office."
"Oh," I nodded. I crawled to my clothing, my legs feeling too weak to walk, and awkwardly got dressed while on the floor. As I awkwardly got dressed, I said, "I don't know what you did to me, Mistress Katherine, but I think you broke my body."
She laughed out loud, "And this was just an appetizer, wait until we have a weekend retreat."
"I'm not sure my body will be able to handle it," I countered.
"Practice makes perfect," she quipped, seemingly always full of clichés.
"Well. I'm willing to practice night and day," I responded.
"I know you are, my pet," she nodded, sliding back into her heels.
Weakly, I stood up, walked to the door, my heels in my hands, and said, "Thank you so much, Mistress Katherine, for seeing through my outer shell."
"You're welcome," she nodded, before adding, "You should probably put on your heels, we don't want the rest of the staff to know you're a submissive, pussy pleasing, pet, do we?"
"No, likely not," I laughed, "At least not until the Christmas party."
She laughed, "You and I are going to get along very, very well, my pet."
"Woof!" I replied, knowing life as I knew it had officially come to an end and I wouldn't have it any other way.
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**This alternate ending begins with Lily on the chair in front of the desk and Mrs. Parks, Mistress Katherine, sitting on the desk in front of her.**
"And what are you willing to do to make this final submission a reality?" she questioned, smiling seductively at me.
I looked up at her, believing every word I said, "Anything my Mistress wants."
"'Anything' is a pretty wide range of possibilities," she pointed out.
"My body is yours, Mistress," I declared, my mouth watering in anticipation of the long building that was finally about to arrive. After days of waking up just before submitting, my fantasy was about to become reality.
"Good answer," she nodded, standing up.
Knowing the finale was so close I could taste it, I wondered indeed what she would taste like.
She looked down at me and asked, "Last chance to back out, my pet."
"Not in a million years," I replied, watching her hands go to the hem of her skirt.
"Another good answer, my pet," she purred, before adding, "Because I have another surprise for you."
I watched as she slowly slithered her skirt down her long lovely legs. I stared at her crotch until her pink panties were finally in view.
And then....
I....
Gasped....
There was a large bulge in her panties.
Staring at what was obviously a very large cock, I was utterly speechless.
She asked, "Still willing to do anything?"
My mind was spinning with the revelation that literally was right before my eyes.
I wanted to say something, yet I was paralyzed by shock...indecision...confusion...lust.
"Go ahead, my pet," she ordered, her hands gently going through my hair. "Pull down my panties and release my cock which has been dying to meet those beautiful lips since the day I met you."
Finally I spoke, stating the obvious, even though I didn't make a move to her very erect cock, "You have a cock."
"Yes, my pet," she explained, "I have always had a cock. I'm a shemale, or a transsexual or a chick with a dick as those crude online porn sites say."
I looked up into her eyes, went to speak, but again found myself speechless.
"The rest of me, my pet, is all woman," she continued.
Still speechless, I watched her unbutton her blouse and take it off, unclasp her bra and toss it aside, before she said, cupping her breasts, "These, my pet, are completely real."
I stared at her firm large tits, which only enhanced my confusion.
"Go ahead, my eager pet, cup them," she offered.
Tentatively, I reached up and cupped her large firm breasts. They felt real.
"Go ahead, suck on them," she ordered,
I again wordlessly obeyed, leaning forward on the chair and taking her left nipple in my mouth.
"Good pet," she moaned, "suck on your Mistress's nipple."
Briefly forgetting she had a cock, I lavishly pleasured her breasts. Sucking on both nipples, biting them playfully and splattering her entire tits with kisses.
"That's it, my pet," she moaned. "Nothing has changed, the only difference is you will be sucking cock instead of eating pussy. And I imagine you have sucked a fair amount of cock."
When I didn't answer right away, she firmly demanded, "Answer me, my slut."
"Yes, yes, I've sucked cock," I nodded.
"A lot of cock?" she questioned.
"More than a few," I answered. Sucking cock was pretty much first date expectations so I had sucked quite a few, swallowed most and taken a reasonable number of facials.
"You swallow?" she questioned.
"Of course," I nodded, beginning to get used to the idea that she had a cock, not a cunt. I mean, it was her personality that drew me in, not what was under the skirt....and I did love cock.
"Now, do as you're told, my pet, and pull down my panties. I have someone who is very excited to see you."
My hands trembling again, this time with a mixture of excitement and trepidation, I grabbed her pink panties and slowly tugged them down her legs.
I gasped again, this time at how big she was, easily the biggest cock I had seen in real life...porn excluded. It was easily nine inches long and utterly beautiful with a slight curve that I hoped would be able to hit my g-spot.
"I know, it's pretty much the Picasso of dicks, isn't it?" she asked, moving her hand and beginning to stroke it.
"It's fucking huge," I nodded unable to take my eyes off the massive snake.
"And it comes buckets," she added, moving forward slightly and tapping my lips with it.
I instantly opened my mouth, already trained like Pavlov's dog, to open up when a cock was in my face, especially a delicious majestic cock like Mrs. Parks.
"Beg to suck it, my pet," she ordered, tracing my lips with her cock...teasing me.
I no longer cared what sex she was, I wanted that cock in my mouth. I begged, "Please, Mistress, let your pet slut suck that big cock of yours."
"If you take my cock in your mouth, I will expect to be able to fill any of your three holes whenever I wish," she explained.
Although the thought of being sodomized by that monster was petrifying, I answered like I had all day when I thought she had a cunt, "Yes, Mistress, all three of my fuckholes are yours."
"And you will suck my cock under my desk while I am with clients," she continued adding to her expectations of me.
"If I would have known, I would have done that today, Mistress," I replied, and, of course, I would have.
"Go ahead, my pet, you deserve your bone," she quipped, which should have been hilarious, but somehow seemed the natural term at the moment.
I leaned forward and took her cock in my mouth.
"Good girl," she moaned.
Having given a lot of oral sex, I decided to show her my whole spectrum of cocksucking ability. I swirled my tongue around her cockhead to tease her first; I then slithered my tongue down her iron shaft and to her balls; I sucked each ball into my mouth, giving each equal attention, before slithering back up to her mushroom top.
She groaned, "You know your way around a dick, don't you, my pet?"
"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, before taking it back in my mouth.
I resumed my lengthy focus, by beginning to slowly bob back and forth, my goal to eventually take all nine inches in my mouth, something I had never done before having never sucked such a big dick. But I was, of course, up for the challenge.
"That's it, my dick smoker, worship my cock, it's going to be in your mouth daily now," she promised, which I prayed was true.
I moaned on her cock in response, wanting her to know that I was excited by the promise.
"Oh yes, my pet," she moaned, "you will be my personal fuck toy from now on. Although don't you worry, we will also get you trained in cunt munching. Many of our clients love a young eager pussy pleaser."
I again moaned, the idea of being a full service fuck toy for whoever she wanted was incredibly exciting and stimulating.
I continued bobbing, each forward movement taking a little more of her amazing dick in my mouth.
"You want it all, don't you?" she asked, watching me bob hungrily like the eager slut I was.
"Mmmmmmmmm," I moaned in response, getting almost seven inches in my mouth.
"Tell me, slut, tell me how much you love my cock," she ordered.
I reluctantly took her cock out of my mouth, looked up at her and declared, "I love your big dick, Mistress and I want to suck it until you come down my throat or on my face."
"What about your tits?" she asked.
"Come wherever you want, Mistress," I offered, again giving myself to her completely, "my body is yours to use as you wish."
Her hands went through my hair and she groaned, "I'm getting close, my pet."
Hearing the words, I began bobbing faster, wanting to get her off and swallow her cum.
After a couple of more minutes, she pulled out and ordered, "On your knees, my pet."
I quickly obeyed, assuming she planned to spray my face with her cum. Although I loved the sluttiness of the act, loved the moment the warm cum hit my face, I hated trying to clean myself of the sticky goo.
Used to what happened next, I opened my mouth as she stroked her cock, aimed directly at me.
"You've done this many times before, my pet," she mused, looking down at me on my knees with my mouth open.
I smiled, continuing to look up at her, "Never for someone like you, though."
"You want it down your throat, on your pretty face or on those perky tits, my pet?" she asked, stroking her hard cock furiously.
"Down my throat," I answered, wanting to taste her cum.
"As you wish," she nodded, sliding her cock back in my mouth and beginning to fuck my face.
I concentrated on not gagging, as she roughly fucked my face. After a few thrusts, she grabbed my head and seconds later I felt the warm cum sliding down my throat.
I eagerly swallowed it, loving the salty taste...I had always liked the taste (unlike most of my friends who did it reluctantly or refused entirely).
"Fuck, what a great mouth," she grunted, as she deposited a full load in me.
After another minute, as she slowed down to a relaxed pumping, she continued, "I saved that load since Monday for you, my pet."
When she pulled out, I replied, "Thank you, so much," leaning forward and licking her cock to retrieve a last remnant of cum that was beginning to drip.
"Ready to get fucked?" she asked.
"Really?" I asked. I had fucked many men the age of Mistress and none could get it up immediately, some not even again that night.
"Oh, I'll only need a few minutes," she replied. "Lie down and get that cunt of yours ready for me."
I obeyed quickly, my cunt burning with desire and desperate for attention.
"Rub yourself for me, my slut," she ordered, leaning on her desk.
"Okayyyyy," I agreed, instantly moving my hand underneath my panties.
"Think you can take all nine inches in that little box of yours?" she asked, watching me.
"I'll die tryiiiiiiing," I responded, as I imagined that big prick filling my cunt. I loved big cocks in me, the few I had, but even I wasn't confident I could take all nine inches of that thick monster inside me. That said, I was definitely up for the challenge.
"I'll take it slow, my slut," she promised, before adding, "until you're begging to take it all in that hot box of yours, that is."
"I can't wait," I moaned, slowly rubbing myself, knowing I didn't want to come until my cunt was filled with that cock.
For a few minutes, I slowly pleasured myself while she sent a few texts, made a phone call, her big cock dangling between her legs...completely ignoring that I was on the floor, half naked, touching my cunt and yearning for her dick.
Finally, wordlessly, while chatting to her mother, yes her mother, she snapped her fingers at me and pointed to my crotch. I moved my hands away from my burning inferno and instead framed my hip area for her. I watched as she slowly moved above me, her cock dangling above my mouth like a carrot just out of reach.
My mouth instantly opened even though I wasn't in reach of the appetizing cock, only 1/3 erect, above me.
"Is that what you want?" she asked, to her mother, even though it could have been to me.
I nodded in case the question was for me.
"No, no," she continued, "is that really what you want?"
I was still confused, as I wasn't sure if her words were for her mother or me, but I kept my mouth open wide.
Slowly, she lowered herself to her knees, and dangled her cock an inch above me.
Although awkward as hell, I leaned up, while remaining on my back, and took the mushroom head of her cock back in my mouth.
"I got to go, Mom, I have a very important training session with a new employee," she said. After a pause, she said, as she began pumping her cock in my mouth at the strangest of angles, "Oh trust me, I won't."
After she hung up, she smiled, "My mother wants me to make sure I don't work you too hard."
"Oh, I hope you're going to work me fucking hard," I teased, looking up.
"Take off your bra, my pet," she ordered.
"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, trying to look sexy and seductive as I unclasped my bra and tossed it aside, never once taking my eyes off her.
"Those are great titties, my pet," she purred.
"Thank you, Mistress," I nodded, before adding, "I've always been self-conscious about how small they are."
"They're perfect, my pet," she complimented, "now squeeze those tits together for me."
I squeezed my small, but perky, tits for her, which not surprisingly made them look bigger than they really were.
She walked to her desk and ordered, "Crawl to me, my pet."
I immediately rolled over onto my knees and crawled to her. Reaching her, she ordered,
"Ever tit fucked a cock?" she asked.
"I've tried when drunk," I admitted, "but it didn't go well."
"Well, let's see if the second time is the charm," she smiled. "Tit fuck me, my little slut."
Although I wasn't sure my breasts were big enough to really tit fuck that big dick, I obeyed, leaning forward, allowing her cock to go between my breasts and began to awkwardly move up and down slowly.
"Lube would probably help," she concluded. "Give me a second, my pet."
I moved back, she stood up, reached into her drawer and grabbed a bottle of lube. She sat back down, poured some lube between my tits and ordered, "Let's try this again."
I again leaned forward, took her cock between my tits and began moving up and down. It was still awkward, but with the lubricant it was easier. I'm not sure I was really giving her much pleasure, but I enjoyed it anyways.
After a couple of minutes, she smiled, "Maybe we should just do this the old fashioned way. Straddle my cock, my eager little fuck slut."
"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, indeed eager. I stood up, straddled her legs and lowered myself on her long, thick, nine inch shaft. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh," I moaned, as her cock slowly filled me.
"That's it, my slut," she purred, "I expect you to take it all until you are sitting on my lap."
"Okkkkkkkkkkay," I whimpered, as the cock filled me unlike I had ever been before.
"Fuck, your cunt is incredibly tight," she moaned.
"Because my cunt has never had anything soooooooo big," I admitted.
"Almost all in, my pet," she declared.
"Soooooo full," I moaned, continuing to lower myself on the massive dick.
Finally, I was sitting on her lap.
"Good girl," she moaned, kissing the back of my neck. "You took it all like a good slut."
"Can I ride you, Mistress?" I asked, wanting to fuck myself.
"Bounce away," she replied, continuing to kiss my neck.
I leaned forward, using the desk for balance, and began riding this glorious dick. I began slowly moving up and down, wanting to really enjoy this first time with her.
"That's it," she moaned, after a few slow motions. "Ride my cock, my pet."
"All dayyyyyy," I moaned, beginning to move faster, wanting to really take all her cock. Each hard bounce on her cock made it reach new depths inside me. I was in utter euphoria.
With each deep downwards stroke, my orgasm began to build at an accelerated pace. "Oh fuck, I love your cock," I declared.
"I knew you would," she responded, before she ordered, "On the floor, my little cum slut."
"Yes, Mistress," I eagerly obeyed, moving back to the floor and spreading my legs wide, eager to have her cock buried back inside me.
She laughed as she looked at me with my legs high up in the air, "Fuck, you're an even bigger slut than I could have imagined."
I laughed back, "Even more so than I imagined, too."
"Beg, slut," she demanded, as she moved between my legs.
"You, Goddess, Mistress, slam that big dick of yours in your slut's cunt," I begged. "I need it sooooo bad, I need to come from that enormous pecker of yours."
"Pecker," she laughed, "that's a new one."
"Cock, dick, boomstick, snake, dragon, fuck stick, rod, thunder stick, Johnson, hose, sausage, cum gun," I listed, the girls and I one day coming up with over a hundred such names at a sleepover back in high school.
"You really are full of surprises," she chuckled, as she filled my cunt.
"Yessssss, drill my cunt with your hammer gun," I screamed, instantly covering my mouth suddenly remembering it was the middle of the afternoon and I was technically at work. Then I realized something else...I was getting paid at that very moment.
"Cup those titties, my slut," she ordered, as she began fucking me.
"Yes, Mistress," I immediately obeyed, already feeling my orgasm building.
"I want you to come on the count of ten, my pet," she said, after a few deep hard thrusts. She then added, "not before and not after, exactly at ten."
"Okayyyy," I agreed, even though at the rate my orgasm was rising, I wasn't sure I could control it for even a few more seconds.
"One," she began.
"Two," she continued, counting up.
Each number of the countdown felt like an eternity as her cock slammed into me with such deep penetration and force.
"Three," she groaned.
"Oh God, Mistress, I've never been fucked so well," I moaned, hoping talking would somehow slow down my orgasm.
"I knew you were the one, my slut, the moment you walked into the room," she revealed to me, before adding, "four and five."
"Whaaaaaaat?" I asked, confused by her declaration.
"Your innocent, ridiculously conservative attire, yet mixed with your confident demeanor and I knew you were the perfect submissive," she explained, even as she both continued fucking me and kept counting towards the moment of euphoria. "Six."
"You could really see that?" I asked.
"In a heartbeat," she replied. "Seven."
"So close," I moaned, my head spinning with the revelation, trying to fathom how I gave such an impression. Before I met her I didn't remotely see myself in such a light.
"Not yet, my fuck slut," she cautioned, as she began fucking me so hard I wasn't sure I could last another second. "Eight."
"Okaaaaay," I whimpered, squeezing my breasts hard enough to leave bruises on myself as I tried to resist the orgasm that was definitely inevitable.
"Nine," she counted, so close to the crescendo of eruption.
"Yes, oh God, please Mistressssss," I begged in delirium.
"Nine and a quarter," she teased.
"Mistressssss, nooo," I whined, clenching my teeth together in a lame attempt not to come.
"Nine and a half," she again teased with a wicked smile, keeping me on the cusp of heaven and yet unable to touch it.
"Oh, can't hold baaaaaack," I whimpered.
"Ten!" she announced.
"Oh fuuuuuuuuuck," I screamed, through clenched teeth to avoid alerting the entire building to the most intense orgasm of my entire life.
"That's it, my slut," she purred, as she continued the rough fucking as my orgasm riddled me, usurping any energy I had left in me. "Come like a racehorse."
"Can't stop comiiiiiiiing," I weakly retorted.
For a couple minutes of pleasure indescribable in any remote sort of way, my mind went blank and I transcended to utopia, where pleasure was eternal and never ending, even as she continued fucking my trembling cunt.
Suddenly she pulled out and ordered, her own sense of urgency implying she was about to come herself, "Knees, my pet."
Although slightly dazed and confused, I quickly sat up, feeling wobbly and utterly weak as I stared at her pulsating cock.
She furiously pumped her cock and this time said, "Time for you to get a nice load on those pretty lips."
I opened my mouth, stared at her juicy cock and waited for her to coat my face with her cum.
Wanting to talk dirty, to get her off with my words, I demanded, "Coat my face with your cum, Mistress; cover your slut with your seed; mark your property with your white goo."
"Oh, fuck, you really are the one," she grunted, coming for the second time this afternoon.
Her cock aimed directly at my face and I felt her warm cum spray me with the force of a firehose.
I moaned, "That's it, Mistress, cum all over your fuck slut."
Calling myself names only enhanced my desire to please for some unfathomable reason.
Four more streams, each less than the one before, hit my chest before I leaned forward and took her cock back in my mouth.
"Retrieve every last drop, Lily," she moaned, saying my name for the first time since I can't even begin to remember when.
I hungrily bobbed on her cock, doing exactly that.
Finally, she pulled out and smiled, "You even look cute with cum all over your face."
"Next time I hope it's in my cunt," I said, hoping that next time may still be this afternoon.
"Oh don't you worry my little cum bucket, I still have two holes to deposit into," she answered.
I wasn't sure if she meant today or someday, but I understood that I was eventually, likely very soon, going to be taking her cock in my ass.
"Rub my cum all over those tits of yours, my sweet Lily."
"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, moving to my tits and rubbing the sticky seed all over my chest.
She said, watching me, as she collapsed into her chair, "You definitely passed your first test."
"Did I get a hundred percent?" I coyly asked, still on my knees in front of her.
"Well there is always room for improvement," she smiled back, moving her foot to my breasts.
"I'll work harder, Mistress," I promised, as I took her foot and moved it to my lips.
"I know you will," she nodded, before adding, "Get dressed, my pet. I have a meeting in fifteen minutes in this office."
"Can't I be under your desk, giving you a very lengthy blow job?" I asked, hungry for more.
"Oh, you really are an eager beaver," she smiled, standing up. "You will indeed be under my desk many times, my pet, but now I want you to return to work. We don't want your fellow employees to talk."
"Yes, Mistress," I nodded, feeling an undeniable sense of disappointment that this first training was over.
"Don't worry, my little slut, today was just an appetizer, wait until we have a weekend retreat," she smiled, as she got dressed.
"I can't wait," I admitted, already imagining all the naughty things I hoped she planned to do to me.
"I know you can't," she nodded, sliding back into her heels.
Finally dressed, my body weak, unsure how I was possibly going to work after this, I stood up, walked to the door, my heels in my hands, and said, "Thank you so much, Mistress Katherine, for seeing through my outer shell."
"You're welcome," she nodded, before adding, "You should probably put on your heels, we don't want the rest of the staff to know you're a submissive, cock pleasing, pet, do we?"
"No, likely not," I laughed, "At least not until you decide to have me pleasure every member here as a Christmas bonus."
She laughed, "You and I are going to get along very, very well, my kitty."
"Meow!" I replied, knowing life as I knew it had officially come to an end and I wouldn't have it any other way.
As I slipped on my heels and walked out the door, a thought suddenly popped into my head, 'what about her husband?'
**THE END ... AGAIN**
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**EPILOGUE...just in case you thought this was finally over:**
Three month later, my private training with Mistress Katherine complete, including very thorough ass training, she told me she had a few surprises for me.
The first was that I was moving in with her so I could be her full-time pet.
The second was that we were going to be going on a week-long trip to some secluded island where apparently Mistresses and pets played.
The third was that it was time for me to begin my next level of training.
I was immediately curious what the next level could possibly entail after a full month of anal training.
It was after hours when she ordered me to get undressed and kneel in the middle of her office.
I, of course, obeyed.
She came behind me and put a blindfold on me.
A chill went up my spine. She had used handcuffs on me already on a few occasions, but this was a new development.
"Do you trust me, my pet?" she asked.
"With my life," I answered, meaning it completely.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"And now begins part two of your training," she said, as I heard her heels head towards the door.
"Yes, Mistress," I whispered, wondering what my beautiful Mistress had in store for me next.
"Thanks for coming," Mistress Katherine greeted.
The voices, yes voices, which responded sent a chill up my spine....
**THE END**
Please, let me know if you liked having two endings and, if so, which one...
**JASMINE MARCH 2015** |
Stepdaughters Visit Ch. 03 | 26,954 | 4.61 | 2,172,801 | [
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"fucking",
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"pussy licking",
"role play",
"taboo"
] | So Danni had gone home and life returned to normal. I wasn't sure if what happened during her visit had been a good or bad thing on reflection. Yes of course I had enjoyed it, more than words can say, but I couldn't help wonder if It would have been better if it hadn't happened at all.
After more than two years without sex I had become used to it and although I couldn't say I didn't miss it I had accepted the situation. To be suddenly reminded of it and then knowing it wasn't likely to happen again seemed almost cruel.
I consoled myself with the hope that one day Jane's sex drive would return and we could once again enjoy an intimate relationship. At least I had the memory of Danni to keep me going, and what memories they were!
Time seemed to fly past these days and the weekend was here before I knew it. This was Jane's weekend away. She had been looking forward to it for weeks and I knew she would enjoy a catch up with her old friend that she had known since school.
I dropped Jane off at the train station early Friday evening. She was away until Sunday evening so I had the weekend to myself. I had no plans as such, perhaps wash the car and there was always plenty to do in the garden but otherwise I was happy just to chill.
Saturday afternoon I was sat in front of the TV watching football when I heard a knock at the front door. I couldn't think who it could be, I certainly wasn't expecting anyone and besides, it was raining cats and dogs. Who would venture out in this weather!
Of course there was one sure way of finding out who was disturbing my solitude. Opening the door I was more than surprised to see young Danni standing in the lashing rain absolutely soaked to the skin.
"Danni!" is all I could say in my surprise.
"Can I come in?" she asked, with a little smile.
"Yeah of course come in girl, you're drenched!" I said, stating the obvious.
"When I set out it was a sunny day and the forecast hadn't mentioned rain," Danni said, wiping water from her eyes.
"Yeah they got it very wrong today that's for sure. God girl you're dripping, stay right there, I'll fetch a towel," I said and ran upstairs to the airing cupboard.
Moments later I returned with a couple of towels and wrapped a large white bath towel around Danni's shivering body. Although it wasn't a particularly cold day the rain had obviously chilled her.
"Thank you, sorry, I'm making a puddle on the floor," she said.
Looking down my eyes focussed more on her feet than the puddle they stood in. She had slipped her shoes off and I couldn't help notice her red painted toe nails.
"Don't worry about that, here, dry your hair," I said, holding out another towel.
"Bet my hair looks a mess!" she said, taking the towel from me.
"Not used to seeing it curly," I said. She always wore it straight.
"Oh God it is isn't it!" Danni said, dipping her head to see the long blond curly strands cascading down in front of her.
"Go through and take a seat in the lounge and I'll make you a cuppa to warm you up," I said.
"Thank you, sorry to be a nuisance," she said.
As I headed for the kitchen I heard Danni's little feet squelch on the hard hall floor as she made her way to the lounge.
A few minutes later I joined Danni in the lounge and handed her a hot cup of tea. She had sat herself down in the armchair opposite the sofa where I sat down in my usual place.
"I didn't expect to see you today!" I said as she took the cup from my hand.
"Well Sam's not home till late, something to do with work, so I thought I'd come round and thank Mum properly for last week," she explained.
"But your Mum's away this weekend, surely she told you!" I said.
"Oh Yeah, I totally forgot," Danni said unconvincingly. The fact that she hadn't asked where her Mother was told me she was lying.
"So how are things now with you and Sam?" I asked, "did you have that talk?"
"Still much the same I'm afraid. We have had a talk but he wont really open up. It's still a work in progress. I haven't given up yet," she explained.
"Ah that's a shame. Give it time Danni, I'm sure you'll work it out in the end," I said.
"I do hope so. But in the mean time I'm left high and dry!" she said.
It was hardly surprising that Danni had been shivering. Wearing a thin short summer floral dress, it wasn't likely to keep her warm when it was soaked through. The only other thing she had with her, apart from shoes, was a small shoulder bag which now sat on the floor beside her.
Danni wrapped her hair in the towel and bundled it up on top of her head. It looked like an oversized turban. It was pretty obvious what her visit was about so I didn't beat about the bush.
"You didn't really forget your Mum was away this weekend did you?" I asked.
"No," she said, looking at me sheepishly.
"You're a little liar aren't you?" I said, teasing her.
"Yes," she replied.
"Naughty girl!" I exclaimed.
"Are you going to punish me for lying?" she asked, now with a sparkle in her eye.
"Do you think I should?" I asked.
"Yes, naughty girls should be punished," she replied.
"And how should naughty girls be punished?" I asked, intrigued to hear her answer.
"Naughty girls should be spanked!" Danni answered, now taking on the voice and demeanour that fitted perfectly.
I had to think for a few seconds of how to proceed now control had been passed over to me. Danni stared at me awaiting instruction.
"Very well, stand up and take that wet dress off," I said.
Danni was keen to obey. Putting her tea down she stood up and quickly discarded the towel from around her shoulders, and a moment later her dress fell to the floor. Now wearing only matching black cotton bra and panties, she stood, arms down by her sides, waiting on my next instruction.
"Now come here and bend over," I demanded, sliding forward in my seat and patting my thighs.
"Yes Daddy," she said.
Bending over I felt her small boobs squash against my left leg. Her long blond hair tumbled free from the towel and hung down almost touching the floor. Placing my left hand on her back above her bra strap her skin felt cold and damp.
I rested my right hand on her bum cheeks which also felt cold and damp. Her black panties were saturated from the rain and I could see the slight bulge of her pussy lips pressed against the wet material.
"Now this is what you get for lying," I said, slapping her left buttock.
Danni let out a little squeal. I knew I wasn't hurting her, I wasn't using that much force. Again her skin felt cold and damp.
"This is for your own good you understand, you must learn," I said, slapping her right buttock.
"Oooo, yes Daddy," she said.
Alternating between left and right little plump mounds I continued to slowly spank, but now I would keep my hand against her skin longer while I kneaded and stroked her beautiful white cheeks.
Gradually my hand felt further and further down and I stroked the back of each smooth thigh. My hand ventured further, the back of her knees, down her calf and right down to her feet which she lifted from the floor one by one.
Caressing each foot in turn, paying particular attention to her little toes I made the return journey up her legs and gave her bum a final few smacks before running a finger down between her legs, gently stroking her pussy.
"Oh Danni, look what you've done now. You've made Daddies jeans all wet!" I said, starting to get the hang of this role-play.
"Sorry Daddy," she said, playing along.
"Stand up girl and get those wet clothes off," I demanded.
"Yes Daddy, sorry Daddy," Danni said.
She followed my instruction and in seconds she was standing naked in front of me, her bra and panties lay on the carpet. It was one of those sights that you could never forget.
Her hands behind her back, those pert little breasts with the little stiff nipples highlighted by the large dark disks of the areolae, the curve of her hips, her protruding pussy lips, perfect slender legs above her sexy little feet with red painted toenails and her head bowed forward showing total submission.
"Now I'll have to take my jeans off," I said.
Although Danni kept her head bowed I could see her eyes rolled up in their sockets to watch me. A lustful little grin appeared on her lips when I pushed my jeans and underpants down my legs.
My penis wasn't hard yet due to its constraint but it had grown in length. It bobbled around as I released my feet from my clothing and when stilled, dangled down over my balls.
"So do you want to make it up to Daddy for making his jeans wet?" I asked.
"Yes Daddy, I'll do anything," she said, head still bowed.
"Good, well Daddies balls are dirty and need cleaning!" I said.
Danni couldn't help herself and began to giggle.
"That sounds ridiculous doesn't it!" I said and laughed along with her.
We both tried are utmost to compose ourselves but every time one of us fell silent the other would giggle which set us both off again.
"Not something you often hear is it!" I said, we were both soon crying with laughter.
"Stop it, I'm gonna wet myself in a minute!" Danni managed to say before another fit of giggling.
It was several minutes before we could continue...
Eventually Danni sunk to her knees and began licking at my balls. There was still an occasional giggle but lust eventually won out. Of course my cock had gone totally limp by this time but it soon began to respond to Danni's efforts.
I was glad now that I had decided to keep myself shaved. It had only been the previous evening that I had shaved again and I could see Danni was enjoying the soft smooth feel.
As my cock grew it bobbled around more and more on Danni's nose and face which encouraged it to grow harder. It soon lifted itself clear from her face and stood up firm and proud.
Danni took my left ball in to her mouth and as I looked down I watched her eyes slowly look up the hard shaft above her and onwards until she looked me straight in the eye.
"Your balls are so soft, I just love the feel," she said, after my ball fell from her mouth.
Danni rubbed her right cheek against my sack and then slowly raised her head. Rubbing my hard shaft against her face, one cheek then the other, she began kissing and licking her way up.
"Awww poor thing, he's crying again!" she said, now looking down on the tip.
Suddenly Danni sat back on her heels.
"Just a sec," she said, and leant behind herself to grab her bag.
"I promised Talia that I'd take some more pics. She'd never forgive me if I forgot," she said, pulling her bag open and grabbing her phone.
Crouching down she took a snap looking up from below my balls. After another couple of shots from different angles she grabbed the base of my shaft and gave it a few firm wanks.
"Ohh Yeah, she'll like that one, I know I do," she said, capturing a stream of pre cum rolling down my cock.
"Right, enough of that, I need a taste," she said, sliding her phone across the carpet behind her.
Placing her left hand flat against my thigh I saw her other hand disappear from sight between her legs. My cock twitched continuously as in one long stroke Danni licked up from my balls to the knob and then rolled her tongue in to her mouth.
"Oh Yeah!" she exclaimed, tasting her harvest.
Pulling my cock down to a horizontal position Danni slipped her lips around the knob. She sucked hard and took hold of the shaft in her left hand and began to wank. Instinctively I began thrusting my hips backwards and forwards.
"Oh God that feels good," I said.
Danni loosened her lips to allow my cock more movement. Turning her head slightly from one side then the other my knob pressed against the inside of her cheeks making them bulge out.
"Is Daddy going to come in my mouth?" Danni said, pulling her head back to speak.
She looked up at me, her tongue licked at my knob and she kept wanking my shaft while she awaited my response. I hadn't intended coming yet but obviously Danni had other ideas.
"Yes, Daddies going to fill your mouth with his spunk!" I said.
"Oh Goody Goody I love the taste of Daddies spunk!" she said, and opened her mouth wide.
"That's a good girl, now suck daddies big knob," I said, playing my part.
She began wanking me harder and faster. Her right hand now caressed my balls. She sucked and licked my cock as I fucked her mouth. Again she turned her head so my knob made her cheek bulge.
"Are you ready for Daddies cum?" I asked, not that she had much choice, I was far to close to stop.
Of course she couldn't speak but looking up at me she managed a slight nod of her head. Her little hand was almost a blur as she wanked my shaft as fast as she could.
"Here it comes, Ahh Fuck, OH God!" I called out.
Danni gagged a couple of times but kept her lips tightly shut. She patiently waited until she was sure I'd finished before she allowed my spent cock to slide from her mouth.
Despite her best efforts a little trickle of sperm ran down her chin. I was about to sit back on the sofa behind me when Danni's flailing arms stopped me.
"ang on," she struggled to say, and I realised her mouth was still full of my seed.
Reaching for her phone again she held my cock an inch from her mouth which she carefully opened to expose the large puddle of cum. Satisfied that she'd got a couple of good pictures she swallowed my load.
"Oh God I so love that taste. I'm a dirty cow aren't I!" she said.
I sat back on the sofa and Danni quickly joined me. Putting my right arm around her shoulders, she cuddled up to me and rested her left hand on my thigh.
"That was a huge load! I didn't think it would ever stop!" she exclaimed.
"Me neither. You will be careful with those pictures on your phone won't you, I would hate for Sam to see them," I said, seeing her phone in her right hand.
"Yeah, don't worry, only Talia will see them," Danni assured me.
"I don't think I've met her, have I?" I asked.
"No I don't think you have. I think she'd already moved away when you met Mum. When I moved in with Sam I was so happy when I found out she lived so close. Such an amazing coincidence," Danni explained.
"You seem very firm friends," I said.
"Yeah we've known each other for years. I've got some pics of her here, hang on," she said, taking her hand off my thigh to navigate her phone.
"Oh yeah, here they are," she said, holding her phone up.
Danni slowly scrolled through several pictures. From what I saw Talia was a little taller than Danni but not by much. Shoulder length dark brown hair, hazel eyes but the thing that stood out most, or should I say the two things, was the size of her chest. She was very well blessed in that department.
"You look Very close friends in that one," I said, seeing the next picture of Talia and Danni kissing.
"Oh that was when we were out on the town. We were just posing for the camera," Danni said.
"Really! It looks rather more than that," I said.
"Oh God no, it's nothing like that, although... no really it was all quite innocent," she said.
"Are you totally sure? You don't sound convinced yourself!" I said, probing deeper.
"Well... No It's just, well, I sometimes wonder.. You know, what it would be like with another woman," she said.
"You mean sex with another woman?" I said.
For most men the thought of two women together was quite a turn-on and I was no exception.
"Just curious I guess, I mean if I actually tried it I might find it repulsive," Danni said.
"I don't think it's that uncommon. From my experience, certainly as women get older, they lose their inhibitions," I said.
"Anyway, enough of this talking, I'm as horny as hell!" she said and turned her head to face me.
Her right hand was soon playing with my flaccid member while my right hand found her breast.
"What are you going to do to me Daddy?" she asked in her little girl voice.
"What does Danni want me to do?" I asked, sure of what her answer would be.
"Eat my pussy!" she replied.
It was exactly the answer I had expected. She was already moving in to position as I knelt down on the floor. Her bum on the edge of her seat she laid back and spread her legs wide.
Looking up her naked body her little tits seemed to be calling for attention. Lightly teasing her left nipple with my tongue it stiffened, inviting me to suck it in to my mouth.
Once I had paid the same attention to Danni's right breast I kissed my way down to her navel. I probed her little innie button with the tip of my tongue before continuing my journey downwards.
Her skin was now dry and warm. But now, with my head between Danni's thighs, my eyes focussed on the darker skin of her protruding pussy lips which were most definitely wet.
Danni moaned with anticipation as I teased her inner thighs with soft kisses, moving ever closer to her soft wet delights. Giving her pussy lips a long firm kiss, I pulled away.
"Pull your legs up for me Danni," I said.
Without hesitation Danni pulled her legs up and held them with her hands. With her legs bent at the knee her pretty little feet caught my eye and I couldn't resist. With one continuous lick up from the heel of her right foot my lips found her toes and I sucked them in to my mouth.
My gaze rarely strayed from the sight of her pussy while I satisfied my fetish with both of Danni's feet. To my great surprise, and delight, I felt my penis coming back to life.
Returning my attention back to between Danni's open legs, placing a hand on the back of each of her thighs my tongue wriggled its way inside her sopping wet cunt. A slight sexy musty odour greeted my senses.
"Oh Daddy!" Danni exclaimed.
Pressing deeper, past her inner lips, my nose rubbed against her swollen clitoris.
"OH DADDY!" Danni repeated.
My hands stroked her thighs while my tongue continued its exploration. Her juices flowed with abundance, soaking my face.
"Oh God that's so good," she said, with a shaky voice.
I replaced my tongue with a finger and sunk it deep inside her up to the knuckle and after giving each inner thigh a kiss, gently sucked her clit between my lips.
"Oh Oh, Oh Fuck," Danni said, her breathing now short and laboured.
I changed play again. Removing my finger I licked down her pussy lips and continued down to her anus. My finger, now wet and creamy replaced my tongue on her clit.
"Oh Fuck Yes Oh God Yeah Oh Fucking hell," Danni said, her voice and body now trembling.
Alternating between her pussy and arse with my tongue while still playing with her clit with my finger I pushed Danni closer to orgasm. When I was sure she'd reached the final straight I sucked firmly on her clit and thrust two fingers deep up her cunt.
"OOOOOH FUUUUCK!" Danni screamed.
Her body went rigid and she fell silent as her orgasm possessed her.
"Oh God that was so," she said, unable to find the words.
My cock was throbbing and when I looked down I saw pre cum dripping from the tip. I knew I had to be careful considering how tight Danni was and my thickness but I just had to fuck her.
Danni wasn't aware of my intention. Her eyes where closed when I pressed my swollen knob against her cunt lips. Her eyes shot open when she felt my knob pushing slowly inside her.
"Oooh Yeah, that's so good," she said.
I'm not sure whether it revived Danni's fading orgasm or a second was waiting in the wings but I knew she was already close. Although Danni's cunt was tight she was so wet that my cock was soon buried deep inside.
With very slow deliberate strokes I began to fuck her knowing full well that I wouldn't last long. Danni straightened her legs and rested them against my shoulders, her feet were now either side of my head. Turning my head to the left I took her sexy little red painted toes in to my mouth.
"Fuck Me Daddy!...Oooh... fill me up with your hot...Oooh God...your hot spunk," Danni said.
Her words where enough to send me over the edge. I doubted I could fill her up with what I had left in the tank but I gave her all that I had. Rubbing her clit with my thumb we came together...
When I eventually came to my senses I found myself laying on the floor. Looking up, I saw Danni curled up on the sofa looking down at me.
"So, is there anything new to add to your list today?" I asked, smiling up at her.
"I think I might just add you to the list, that should pretty much cover everything!" Danni said... |
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] | *I posted the first two chapters before the first one was up and I saw the comments about the error in the cast of characters with the widow reference. Thanks for pointing that out. Also, I have to apologize to all the gun enthusiasts out there who pointed out that I didn't do the research on the operation of the Glock. I guess I'll have to fire my editor – oh, wait, that's me! Shit! In any case, thanks to all who have taken the time to comment. We're all busy and I appreciate it.
Main Characters:
LTC (Retired) John Jackson, 5'11", 180, 45 years old.
Marie Jackson, John's dead wife, 5'8", 140, 44 years old.
Angelica Jackson, John and Marie's daughter, 5'5", 125, 19 years old.
Mary Bradford, bartender, 5'5", 120, 34 years old.
Margaret (Maggie) Bradford, Mary's sister, 5'6", 115, 36 years old.
Madeleine (Maddie) Bradford, Maggie's daughter, 6 years old..
Juliet Margolin, waitress, 5'4", 145, 24 years old.
Samantha (Sam) Walker, 5'6", 130 pounds, 39 years old.
Joyce Walker, Sam's daughter, 5'4", 120 pounds, 19 years old.
Marion Walker, Sam's daughter, 5'4", 115 pounds, 17 years old.
SFC (Retired) Craig Smithson, 6', 190, 46 years old.
Jeanne (aka Jasmine) Welch, 5'5", 110, 20 years old.*
Previously:
I was in a strip club, working as a private investigator, finding a young woman (real name Jeanne, stripper name Jasmine) whose parents had wanted to make sure she was okay. As I got up to leave, I felt rather than noticed someone quickly come up to me from the right side. I was just able to overhear my name being shouted since the music was pretty loud. Because of those two things I flinched and that's what probably saved me. I felt the blow to the back of my head, but fortunately it was a glancing one. That flinch was purely a reflex action; otherwise I fear what might have happened to my head. I was dazed and I remember looking up and thinking that it was one of the guys from the drug gang, but I was too out of it to do anything about it. And then everything faded to black.
Monday, 1 October 2012, A Gentleman's Club, Seattle, Washington.
When I finally came to, I was lying on a couch in a small office. I could hear the music of the strip club through the door, but it was pretty well muted. I turned and looked to my left and Jeanne/Jasmine was there talking to an older man with a goatee and to George, the large bouncer.
I groaned and sat up, my head was throbbing and it hurt along the right side. They all moved over to the couch. Jasmine went to her knees and held her hand to my head. "How are you feeling?"
"My head feels like somebody stomped on it, other than that, okay."
Jasmine smiled. The older guy stepped forward and put out his hand. "Hi, I'm Marcus Candiotti, the owner and manager here."
I shook his hand. "What happened? I don't remember much after some guy tried to take my head off."
Everybody looked at Marcus. "Yeah, we need to discuss that with you, too. Some guy took a swing at you with a small iron bar that he must have had hidden when he came in. You ducked enough to keep from getting it too bad and then George took the guy down. I didn't know the guy and he only seemed angry with you, so obviously there's some history there. We have him locked in one of the VIP rooms until we can talk about it with you."
"I didn't see the guy, so I have no idea who we are talking about."
Marcus looked up at George. "George, bring him in here." George left.
"I notice that you didn't call the cops."
"We try not to. It just brings us unwanted attention and sometimes it's just a domestic thing. You can tell us if you know the guy and we'll decide what to do. Also, we're not sure if you need medical attention. He didn't break the skin, but you still got knocked out. You can decide if you want to go to the ER or not."
I can imagine that strip clubs try to keep all unwanted attention away from them, law or otherwise.
George then reentered the room with a guy in plastic cuffs. It was Justin, the drug using asshole that had pounded on Sam's door so hard that I had drawn a gun on him.
I stood up. "Hello, Justin." He just stared at me. "Does your employer know you took a run at me? Aren't you still out on bail for the last incident?"
"Fuck you!" He spit it at me.
I turned to Marcus. "Yeah, I know this guy. He is part of a drug operation here in the area. He was messing around in my apartment stairwell, so I asked him to leave nicely, and then not so nicely. He and some buddies came back and broke into my apartment, but I held them back with a gun and now they are under arrest. He's out on bail awaiting trial."
"You fucker. I'll get you, asshole. You can't hide forever." He struggled and wrestled against being held and cuffed, but George made about two of him and just held him in place.
I stared at Justin. "Justin, let me explain something to you. I'm going to call the cops now and you know what? Since you are out on bail for breaking and entering my apartment and communicating a threat against me, I think they'll love to have you back. Your bail will be revoked and you can wait in jail for your trial. Sound like fun?"
"Fuck you!"
"Maybe while you are in there, you can work on your vocabulary."
He started to say more, but George yanked on his arms and he yelled at the sudden pain. George pulled him out of the room.
Marcus looked at me. "I guess there's no way to convince you not to call the cops from my club, is there?"
"No, I really need to get this guy off the streets."
"Okay. Let's take it outside so that they don't have to come in and disturb the customers."
I stood up and wobbled. Jasmine held onto my arm. "You are still wobbly. You shouldn't be driving."
Marcus went to my other side. "I agree. Jasmine, after the cops come out run him home and make sure he's okay. It's pretty slow today, so you can take the rest of the day off." He turned to me. "I'll call the cops while she helps you out to your car."
"Okay." She smiled up at me.
We walked outside and Marcus called the police. A couple of minutes later, two cars pulled up and I explained the situation while George held the still cuffed Justin. After hearing the story one of the officers checked it out and verified the information with a couple of witnesses. They put him in the back of one of the cruisers and asked if I needed anything else. I told them that I was going to head home to rest. One of the cars left with Justin while the second stayed and took some statements. I turned to George and shook his hand. "George, I think I owe you more than a little tip."
He smiled."No problem. Maybe you can help me sometime. Jasmine tells me you're a PI."
"That's correct. I'll owe you one." I reached into my pocket and took out the small notebook I was carrying. I wrote down my contact number and handed it to him. "Here."
He took it and put it in his pocket. "You be careful now. See you later Jasmine."
Jasmine grinned as we got into my car and I handed her the keys. She drove to my apartment, following my instructions, and then helped me inside. She got me some water and some Tylenol and then sat next to me. "This is a nice place."
"Not too bad, eh? Here, let me show you something." I stood and showed her that I had the adjoining apartment as well and gave her a general tour. She liked that.
When we got back to the living room, I sat and pulled out the TV remote. Jasmine remained standing. She pointed to some blood on her blouse and skirt. "I got some blood on me when George beat up that guy, do you mind if I take a shower and wash these in your washer and dryer? I did give up a day's worth of wages for this." She grinned at me.
"No, I don't mind, go ahead."
"I'll be just a couple of minutes, okay?"
"No problem, Jasmine, go ahead."
She turned and went into my master bedroom. I could hear the shower come on. About that time there was a knock at the door. I looked at my watch. It was about 5pm now. I got up and went and answered it and there was Joyce, the 19-year old from next door.
"Hey, Mr. Jackson, how are you doing?"
I reached up and touched my head. "Not well. One of those guys who busted into my apartment last week tried to take my head off."
"Oh, my god!" She reached up and felt the bump on my head. It hurt and I flinched. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine." We walked back into the living room and sat down. She had just asked me to tell her about what happened when Jasmine walked in – wearing just a very short towel.
Jasmine stopped short. "Oh, sorry, I didn't know we had company." She had a towel on her head, too, and her clothes in her hand. I also noticed the use of 'we' in that sentence. "I just need to get this in the washing machine." She turned and walked toward where I had a small stackable washer and dryer for the apartment. The towel barely covered her ass.
Joyce stood up. "I'm sorry. I can see I came in the middle of something."
Jasmine answered from where she was loading the washing machine. "I'm just washing my clothes, so don't get any ideas."
Joyce looked at her and then back at me so I quickly explained what happened, hoping she wasn't too shocked by the bit about the strip club. Of course, I left out the table dance and the VIP Room. I just said I went there to make contact.
"Oh, I see." Joyce looked pointedly at Jeanne. "You work at a strip club?"
Jasmine walked toward us, having loaded the washing machine. "Yeah, that's right. Why?"
"Just curious. I've heard a lot about them from a friend of mine, but never seen one. She wants to work at one. She said you can make real good money there."
Jasmine looked her over. "Well, you could make good money there. You have a nice shape and great tits. Men love natural tits."
Joyce blushed. "Thanks. I think I'd better be going, though."
I remembered that she had knocked on my door for something. "What was it you wanted?"
"Oh, yeah, I forgot that I was going to ask if you had any eggs I could borrow."
"Sure." I walked into the kitchen and retrieved the egg carton. I handed it to her. "Here, take the rest of this carton and you guys can just replace it later."
"Okay, thanks. Well, I'd better be going. We are cooking over there." She turned to Jasmine. "Bye."
"Bye." Jasmine sat on the couch as I closed the door.
"I think I'm going to lie down for a while." I was feeling pretty tired from everything that had been going on. "Make yourself at home." I knew I should have been checked for a concussion before lying down and sleeping, but I didn't think my injury was that bad. They say that self diagnosis is a bad thing, but - well, fuck it. I also thought about leaving Jasmine alone in my apartment. I looked at her and decided that she was trustworthy enough after what had happened today.
"Okay." She picked up the TV remote and I heard it come on. I stripped to my boxers and lay down. I went to sleep immediately.
I woke up about an hour later and heard talking. I slowly sat up. I felt much better. I walked into the living room and was greeted by quite a sight. Jasmine was sitting on the couch, slumped down, wearing one of my t-shirts and her tiny panties and Joyce, pretty little Joyce from next door, was wearing only her bra and panties and dancing between Jasmine's legs. She was giving her a table dance.
"Keep your hips moving." Jasmine was giving instructions, her hands on Joyce's hips. I watched as Joyce did a pretty good job. And Jasmine was right about her tits. They looked scrumptious.
"Uh, excuse me." I finally made my presence known and they both jumped. Joyce looked startled into inaction for a few seconds and then reached for her blouse, covering her tits. Jasmine stood up and came over to me.
"Joyce, don't get dressed. Let's get a man's opinion and you'll learn more about how to dance for a man. You can practice all the moves I was talking about." She took my hand and led me to the couch. "Sit."
Joyce stood there staring at me as I sat. Jeanne moved over in front of me. "Okay, now watch me."
Jasmine waited for the music, which was playing on some radio station, to start a new song. Then she turned and did her patented hip and butt wiggle against my crotch. "You have to make contact with their crotch. Men love that and it will increase the number of dances you get and your tips." She then stood up and pulled off the t-shirt that she was wearing, revealing herself to be wearing only that small g-string. I saw Joyce stare at her nudity in front of me. Jasmine bent over from the waist, wiggling her ass in my face and reached up and stroked her crack from top of her butt to her clit. "Bend over like this and run your hand along your crotch. They will stare at your ass and pussy. That's what they came for and you can tease them like this forever. Remember, that for table dances you take off your top, but not your bottoms." She continued to stay like that for a few seconds. "Now, after you do that, you climb up onto their lap." She crawled up over me, putting her legs on either side of mine and sat on my thighs, facing me. "You can do all sorts of wiggling in this position. Since they can't touch you or anything, you can initiate any contact by pulling their face between your tits. With your tits, guys will be lining up for a face full of those babies." She did it to demonstrate it. I went along only because this was a teaching moment. Yeah, right! "After that, one of the more common lap dance moves is to rise up and pull your legs between his legs. You lean forward against him like this." She leaned forward into me, putting her head in my neck. "You then slide down along his body, making sure you drag yourself over his dick. And believe me; you'll feel it by this point. Make sure you drag your tits over his dick and then when you get to the floor, get on your knees and keep looking up at him as you slowly breathe on or feel his cock through his pants. They love when you stare at them like that." Jasmine did exactly what she said and, as expected, I was hard.
Jasmine suddenly looked up at Joyce. "You want to try now?"
I tried to stay non-committal and not nod like a bobble-head at the suggestion. Joyce looked at her and then at me. "I don't know. I'm not sure I'm ready."
Jasmine stood up. "Well, you'll need to work on your technique to make sure you make some money, but sometimes it's easier in the club because everyone there is doing it and it's darker."
"Yeah, it feels funny since it's my neighbor."
Jasmine started getting dressed at this point. Her clothes were on the table and apparently the laundering was done. Joyce finished dressing, too. Damn, the free show was disappearing.
"Well, I need to go. My roommate and I are going out since we are both off." Jasmine picked up her purse and came over to me. She gave me a quick hug. "Thanks for letting me use your washer and dryer. Let me know what happens with my mother and step-father. If they want to meet, I will probably want you there." She turned to Joyce. "Remember, it's just a human body and we all have them. Don't be shy about showing off that rockin' bod you have."
Joyce smiled and glanced at me. "Okay, thanks. I'll let you know about my friend."
"Okay, got to go. See you two some other time. Bye."
And then she was gone. Joyce made her good-byes and left quickly, leaving me alone with my thoughts and a hard dick. Shit! Now I was horny again!
Friday , 5 October 2012, John's apartment, Seattle, Washington.
I had spent the last few days doing mostly computer research for Craig. He had been getting a lot of business from friends of his brother. There were some who were in the prosecution or defense business as lawyers and would use Craig to do verification and checks on various times, dates, and locations of their clients or the perpetrators. It wasn't exciting, but it kept me busy and that's all I really needed right now. Mary had been on vacation from the bar, so I didn't know what was up with her.
Finally, on Friday, Craig called and told me that Jeanne's/ Jasmine's mother and step-father had received the information and they were not really surprised that she was working in a strip club. He had given them her phone number, but not her address, so they had called her so that they could meet with her. She had tried to talk her mother into coming alone, but she wouldn't do it, so Jasmine had requested that I be there. Craig was also going to be there to make the introductions.
I got ready and dressed fairly nicely. I wore a pair of dress pants, a long sleeve shirt, and a jacket. I left off the tie. We were meeting at a restaurant downtown. Once I was ready, I drove down there and parked nearby. I got to the restaurant about 20 minutes early so I went to the bar. I was just finishing my first beer when Craig and Jasmine came in. They waved and I was pleased at the restraint that Jasmine had shown in her choice of dress. She was wearing nice jeans, nice blouse, and a light jacket. She had done her makeup and hair in a fairly conservative fashion and looked young, gorgeous, and nothing like the stripper I had just met earlier that week.
Jasmine's mother and step-father arrived a few minutes after 8, our reservation time. As soon as they entered, I could see where Jasmine got her beauty from. Her mother was still very pretty. She was an older model of what Jasmine looked like and was dressed nicely as well. Her step-father was dressed in jeans and a polo shirt, so he was the most dressed down individual in the group.
Jasmine walked over to her mother and I could see her mother's eyes go wide like she either couldn't believe that the young woman in front of her was Jasmine or she was surprised at how much they looked alike. In either case, her face lit up and I could see the relief in it. They hugged briefly and then the mother said something to Jasmine and she just turned and nodded to her step-father. He stood there a little sheepishly and didn't say anything at the snub.
The dinner went fine and apparently Jasmine's mother, Liz, had had a long discussion with Earl, her husband and Jasmine's step-father, about the situation that had occurred. Earl appeared to be ashamed of this fact and after that the dinner went well. Jasmine and Liz were apparently making up, but Liz did make it known that she was not happy about her vocation. Jasmine explained that the club was very secure, everything was under control, and nothing happened that the girls didn't want to have happen. Liz was a little happier, but not convinced. However, she did say that she would support her daughter in whatever she wanted, so they seemed to part on good terms. Earl was quiet the entire night after the discussion about him being chewed out for trying to get Jasmine to have sex with him.
We departed and Jasmine told her parents that she would give them her address and they had her phone number. She wanted to stay in touch and felt better about the situation with Earl.
When I got home, it was almost midnight and I had just gotten undressed when there was a knock on the door. As I was walking to the door, I smiled, figuring that it was probably Mary. She was the only one who came that late. But when I looked through the peephole, it was Joyce and another young girl.
I opened the door. "Hello, Joyce." I looked at the other young woman and she was built about the same as Joyce, small, but curvy.
"Hi." She was fidgeting. "Can we come in?"
"Oh, sorry. Sure, come on in." She entered and went straight to the couch. She was wearing a jean skirt and light turtleneck. It hugged her delicious figure. Her friend was dressed in yoga pants and a t-shirt, also showing delectable curves, especially that ass. Man, I loved yoga pants as outerwear.
She sat on the couch and looked at me. "I've been thinking about what Jasmine said and I think my friend and I are both going to audition at the club. Neither of us has a job right now and we are having trouble finding one. If you have Jasmine's phone number I'd like to call her and talk about it."
"Sure. Let me get it." I retrieved it from where I had written down all her information near my desk and brought it back to them. "Here it is. She didn't work tonight, so you may catch her at home. I only have her home, not her cell."
"Okay, thanks." Joyce took the number. "Oh, sorry, I forgot to introduce Livy, short for Olivia."
Olivia put out her hand and I shook it. "Nice to meet you Livy."
She grinned. "Nice to meet you."
Joyce used her cell to call Jasmine immediately. They discussed when they would have to perform an audition and I listened with interest, marveling at how I came to be acquainted with a stripper and possibly two more. Considering that I had not gone to a strip club while married, it was an interesting development. I also have to admit that my horniness led me to hope that they would need a "practice dummy" – so to speak. I was definitely ready to volunteer my services.
After Joyce got off the phone, she and Livy thanked me and left. Drat! Why was it that now I was always horny yet when I was married we'd sometimes go a couple of weeks without sex and I was comfortable with that? Oh, yeah, back then I was working my ass off and there weren't nubile young things around all day.
Saturday, 6 October 2012, John's apartment, Seattle, Washington.
I got some decent sleep, but was still napping a little in front of a college football game when the doorbell rang. I got to my feet slowly, a little groggy from dozing and made my way to the door. I checked the peephole. It was Mary. Outstanding. My libido was imagining all sorts of scenarios.
I opened the door. "Hey, Mary. C'mon in."
She smiled and seemed hesitant, but eventually entered. "Hi. I just wanted to come by before I go to work and see how you were doing."
"Pretty well." She seemed a little distant, so I waited to see what was going on.
"I know that I've been a little bipolar when it comes to our relationship, but I wanted to stop by and let you hear it from me." She looked at me closely and I tried not to give away my feelings. "When I was on vacation I ran into my old boyfriend from a couple years ago. We got to talking and then spent the week together. We're going to get back together." She looked at her hands and then back up at me, trying to judge my reaction.
"That's great, Mary." I tried to sound very happy for her. I think I was, but I still wanted this woman. She was a very nice, pretty, and sexual woman.
"You're not mad? I mean we didn't discuss anything about us dating or anything, but you are a little more old fashioned and I thought you might think we had some sort of arrangement."
I had to chuckle at that. "Okay, I know I'm old, you don't have to rub it in."
She looked concerned. "That's not what...".
I interrupted her. "I'm just kidding. Mary, you are a free agent. You can do whatever you want. Of course, I loved having you in my bed, but we barely know each other and we can just look at that as two friends comforting each other, okay? I'd still like to remain your friend."
Mary looked relieved and then hugged me. "I do want you to be my friend. You never know when I might need more comforting."
I grinned. "I'm always available for comforting." I held her by her shoulders. "Now do you have time for a beer? I'd like to hear about this old boyfriend."
She looked at her watch. "Not really. I have to be at work in 20 minutes."
"Okay. Well, I expect to hear more about it. And I guess he's at least more physically compatible than Dave and can 'comfort' you."
She laughed and I loved her laugh. "Yes, things are much better in that department."
"Okay, good. I expect to hear more about him and maybe meet him."
"You will. Now, I'd better get going." She headed toward the door and then stopped and turned around. "Don't be a stranger because of this."
"No way, Mary. I'll be over there to visit my favorite bartender often."
"Okay, good." She turned to leave, but again turned to me. "Hey, I have an idea. Why don't you let me invite you to my parents place for a birthday party for my sister? You can come as just a friend of mine. I won't try to hook you up – much."
"Yeah, yeah. Get out of here. I'll come to your party, but don't expect your other sisters to take a liking to the old guy."
She grinned. "Don't worry, you're very likable." And she turned and left. Damn! When I saw her face I was immediately thinking sex.
I spent the rest of the night relaxing, watching some college football and finishing a book. I was going to have to hit Amazon and the bookstore again. I needed some more books, both electronic and paper.
Saturday, 13 October 2012, John's apartment, Seattle, Washington.
I spent the entire week working on mundane computer research. I found out that Justin, the drug addled idiot who attacked me, had been severely beaten in jail. The police suspect that his boss was sending him a message for being so stupid. Mary was also true to her word and had invited me to her parents' house for her sister's 36th birthday party. She told me her sister was divorced and had a daughter. Oh, great, she was trying to fix me up with someone with a kid. Not in my plans. I had already raised a daughter and was not thinking of more children at my age.
Mary sent me directions and I followed them to a very nice house in the Queen Anne area with a view of Puget Sound. It was a large and very nicely appointed house with a well-manicured lawn. I arrived and made sure to time it to show up with Mary. She met me on the sidewalk and walked me inside. Her boyfriend had to work and she was alone.
We entered the house without knocking and there was nobody in the living areas and it appeared that everyone was outside. This made sense since we were having a sunny day for the first time in several days. We went over and she pointed toward the back yard. There were plenty of kids and Mary explained to me that she had three sisters and a brother. From them she had four nephews and one niece. The niece was from Margaret, who she said they called Maggie, and she was the birthday girl. I could tell that was the one she was hoping I had an interest in. She had been divorced for four years and didn't get out much in Mary's opinion. I got a complete mini-family history, including the fact that her father was from old money and Mary, because of the direction she had taken, was the black sheep of the family.
Mary took me through the kitchen and got me a beer. Her father drank Guinness and she knew that was my favorite. Then she led me outside and introduced me to her brother who was the first person we ran into. He seemed nice, but quiet. Her parents were next and her father was not very friendly. He seemed a little surprised that Mary had brought me and didn't seem all that happy to see her. Her mother led us away from him toward the rest of the yard and apologized for him. I hated that. I always hated it when one spouse felt he or she had to apologize for the other.
Then, as we came around a tree there was a small table there with a girl, who was probably about 6 years old, playing with a tea set by herself. The boys were further out in the yard playing, as boys do, at being rough and out of control. Mary introduced me to the girl. She was pretty, with blonde curls, and big blue eyes, and wearing a very nice flowered dress. Definitely a girly girl from all appearances.
"John, this is my niece and goddaughter, Madeleine. Maddie, this is Mr. Jackson."
The little girl stood up and offered her hand. "Hi, Mr. Jackson." She was more polite than most adults.
I shook her hand. "Hello, Maddie. You look like you are all by yourself. Is there nobody who wants to have tea with you?"
She shook her head. "No, sir. The boys don't want to play teatime."
I looked up at Mary and made a motion toward the table. Mary knew what I meant and just shrugged her shoulders. I handed Mary my beer. I had done this many times with my daughter and her friends.
"Maddie, I'd like some tea. May I join you?"
She stared at me for a second and then looked at Mary with a wide smile. "Yes, sir. You can sit right there." She was so polite and pointed toward the seat opposite her.
"I'll be right back." Mary excused herself and left.
"So what kind of tea do you have here?" I sat down in the very small chair, but it was kind of interesting. This brought back good memories from my time with my daughter.
"I have Earl Grey tea."
I chuckled, thinking she was kidding, but then she poured what looked like tea out of her little teapot into a small cup and put it in front of me.
"Would you like some sugar, Mr. Jackson?"
"Uh, yes, that would be great." She was quite the little hostess.
She spooned in a couple helpings and then sat back down. "It's still warm."
I picked up the cup and tried it. Damn! That was really tea. And it was still warm. "This is very good, Maddie, thank you."
"You're welcome." She took a sip of hers. "Are you a friend of Aunt Mary's?"
"Yes, I am. I just moved here from Virginia on the East Coast and she wanted me to meet you guys."
"I like Aunt Mary. Grandpa doesn't like her, but me and my mom like her."
Kids. Never say anything to or around a small child that you didn't want everyone to know about. "I like Mary, too."
"Are you her boyfriend?"
I wondered if she even knew what that meant. "No, we are just friends. She has a boyfriend, but he had to work today."
She looked at me with those big blue eyes and I got the feeling that they didn't miss much. They reminded me of my daughter's. Even at a young age you could tell she was taking in everything and thinking about it. "Okay."
Then suddenly, Mary was back at my side and standing next to her was a goddess. I knew immediately who it was. She had blond hair and big blue eyes, just like Maddie. She was wearing a sundress like her daughter and I could tell she was thin, but shapely. Everything about her exuded charm and grace, just a glance told me that.
I stood up before they could say anything and spoke. "You must be Maggie."
She smiled. "How did you know?"
I looked down at her daughter. "No mistaking that resemblance."
She smiled larger looking at her daughter. "She is a lot like me, isn't she?"
I loved her smile. Her face was pale, with a few freckles. She was about 5' 6" and she appeared to be not just shapely, but athletic. "Yes, she is. She's very pretty."
Maggie blushed a little and Mary laughed. "I can see you're in good hands. I'll go get us some more wine." She took Maggie's glass out of her hand before she could say anything and left.
Maggie looked away from my gaze and I realized I was probably staring. "Sorry, I didn't mean to stare so intently."
"No, that's okay. I was just wondering if I had something between my teeth or on my lip."
"You have neither, but even if you did, you'd still be beautiful."
She looked back at me. "Well, Mary sure can pick them."
"What?"
"You know what I mean. Mary always dates you guys who are constantly flirting and trying to be so smooth."
I didn't know if she was putting me on or not. "Mary and I are not dating. Her boyfriend had to work and couldn't make it so she asked me. We're just friends. And I'm so out of shape at being smooth it's ridiculous."
"Really?" She looked at me intently and then back down at her daughter who was watching us. "Well, um, let's go over to the food table and get something." I could tell she didn't want to say too much about that in front of Maddie.
I looked down at her daughter who would then be left alone. "No, thanks. Maddie just invited me to join her for tea and poured me a cup, so I'm going to stay here."
She looked down at her daughter and her daughter got this big smile on her face, like she had beat out her mother for my attention. "Do you want some tea, too, Mommy?"
Maggie smiled at her daughter and I could see that she immediately understood what I was doing. "No, thanks, honey. But I will sit here and keep you two company."
"Okay, good."
Maggie turned toward me and then noticed my wedding ring. She seemed a little surprised and it was easy to follow her gaze to it. "Interesting; you're married?"
I glanced at Maddie and then went back to Maggie. "Um, no. I'm, um," there was no way around this in front of Maddie; "actually I'm a widower."
Maggie's eyes went wide for a second. Maddie looked confused. "What's that, mommy?"
Maggie turned to her daughter. "That means that his wife died and went to heaven, like Uncle Mark."
"Oh." She looked at me intensely. "Do you have any kids?"
I could never understand how kids got from one thought to the next, but it was always interesting. "Yes, I do. I have a daughter. She's 18 years old and just started college."
"Oh." She appeared a little crestfallen, thinking she might have a playmate, I guess.
Just then Mary reappeared and handed Maggie her wine. "Here you go. How are you guys getting along?"
Maddie spoke immediately, 6 year olds having no filter. "Aunt Mary, did you know that Mr. Jackson's wife died?"
"Yes, dear, I did. It was almost a year ago."
Maggie again looked down at my ring and raised her eyebrows a little. I answered her question before she asked. "It's a tribute to Marie, my wife. I promised myself that I'd wear it for a year after her death."
Maggie stared at me more intently over the top of her wine glass as she took a sip.
Mary decided to change the subject. "Anyone want anything from the food table?"
Maggie stood up. "Sure, I'll go with you." They left me with Maddie and we continued to drink tea as she peppered me with questions about my daughter. I pulled out my wallet and was showing her a picture when the two women got back with some munchies. They both leaned over and looked at the picture as Maddie was holding my wallet.
"She's pretty." Maddie handed it back.
"Thank you, Maddie. I think you are very pretty, too."
"Thank you." She went back to fiddling with her tea as Mary and Maggie put a plate on the table with some veggies, ranch dip, cheese, and crackers.
We munched and talked about nothing important or in particular until it was time for the birthday celebration part of the party. Maggie stood and looked over at the group gathering around the food table. "Oh, god. Here we go. Another year older."
I stood up next to her. "And still beautiful."
She smiled at me. "Thanks, but I think you have an ulterior motive."
I looked at her in mock shock. "Who, me?" When I glanced at Mary, she winked at me.
"Mmm hmmm." Maggie grinned, gave Mary a knowing glance, and then walked toward the group standing around the food table where there was a birthday cake. Even if she hadn't been out much, she was still funny and could flirt.
They all sang Happy Birthday and Maggie opened a few token presents. Then her father told a funny story about her. I noticed that Mary stayed on the fringe of the gathering and wondered about her relationship with the rest of the family. So far I'd only seen her talk to Maggie and Maddie, nobody else.
After Maggie cut the cake and everyone was having some, Mr. Bradford came over to talk to me. As he approached it looked like he thought that he was approaching a used car salesman. Several people were still hanging around while the kids went back to playing. It turned out to be a good thing that the kids disappeared.
"Mr. Jackson." He held out his hand and I shook it.
"Mr. Bradford."
"Tell me, what do you to Mr. Jackson?"
"Well, I'm a Project Manager and Database Engineer by trade. I just moved out here from Virginia and don't have a job yet, so I'm doing some computer research work for a private investigator friend of mine."
"Interesting. And you are a friend of Mary's?" He said it like he was disgusted that he had to talk to me and that he couldn't wait to get away from me. I was a little peeved by this.
"Yes, that's correct."
"Unfortunately, she's not the best judge of character, is she?" He eyed me when he said that and I took it as a direct insult. This guy didn't care at all about me. He was just trying to make a point about his daughter, Mary, and the type of people she hung around with.
"Better than some." He just looked at me as he took a drink of his beer. "But what do you care, Mr. Bradford? You seem to have forgotten that she's your daughter." I could see everyone getting quiet and some looked like they didn't want to be around for this.
He stared at me. "Pretty bold observation for a stranger."
"Sometimes being new means you see everything more clearly. Am I wrong?"
He glanced over at Mary and she looked at her shoes. Everyone else seemed to be waiting and holding their breath. "Mary made some very bad choices when she was young. I made it clear how I felt about that, so she knew what she was getting into."
"And there's no chance she can ever redeem herself, is that it? So the sins of our youth can never be overcome?"
"She's had her chances."
"Yeah, I bet." I put as much sarcasm as I could into that.
"I think it's time for you to leave Mr. Jackson."
I stared at him. "Yes, sir. I think it is. I don't think I can put up with the level of hypocrisy that exists in this house." Mr. Bradford glared at me and then I turned and strode for the house. I was just through the kitchen and heading for the front door when Mary caught up to me.
"John, wait!" Mary grabbed my arm to stop me.
I stopped, but I was so angry that I yanked my arm out of her grasp and whirled around. "What?!"
She stood there, a little surprised at my show of anger. "I'm sorry about that." Maggie came up right behind her.
"Quit apologizing for your father. It's not your fault."
"I know, but I brought you here and he acted that way toward you only because I brought you."
"Absolutely right. He could have gotten to know me for who I am, not the kind he thought I was because I'm your friend, but he didn't."
"I know." Mary hung her head and Maggie put her arm around her.
"Mary went through a wild period and Dad has never forgiven her for that. He still treats her badly."
I stared at Mary. "And yet you continue to try to earn his approval, don't you?"
She looked at the floor and I saw a tear run down her cheek. I could see her start to tremble. Shit! Why did I have to say that? I took her in my arms and held her. She sobbed against my chest and Maggie put her arms around both of us. There was obviously a lot of emotion and history in this relationship.
I stepped back from the hug and held Mary by her shoulders. "Look. I'm sorry about what happened out there. I did the same thing at that party a couple of weeks ago. I don't know why. I used to be very accepting of people and able to control my anger, but, I don't know – suddenly I'm less accepting of anything that I feel is not right anymore. Sorry."
Mary moved in and hugged me again. Maggie just smiled. Mary looked up at me. "Okay, I'll try to explain it to my father. He wants to talk to me after the party, so I'll probably hear about it again. No problem, though. I'm used to it. Are you still going to leave?" She was close to me and motioned toward her sister with her eyes. Damn! After all that and she was still trying to play matchmaker.
"Yeah, I think so. I don't want to be here causing a major problem amongst the family."
"Okay. I've got to go to the bathroom. See you later." She leaned up and kissed me on the cheek then scampered toward the hallway leading to the bathroom.
Maggie was still standing there looking at me. "Sorry about that Maggie. I didn't mean to spoil your birthday party."
She waved my comment away. "Don't worry about it. He deserved it. I wish I could be as forceful with him, but he's my father and I have a hard time with it."
"Anyway, tell Maddie I'm sorry that I had to leave without saying good-bye. She's an impressive little girl."
"She seemed very taken with you."
"I know. It's because I treated her like an adult. I had a daughter who was an only child and I know how important it is when you are an only child to feel like you are part of the group, even if they are all adults."
"Well, thank you for that. She'll probably be talking about you for a week."
I looked at Maggie and was very attracted to her. Mary was right about that, I did want to date this woman. "Now that you mention it, why don't you two come over for lunch tomorrow? I have a small balcony and can cook something on the grill, or I can make something else if that's not appealing. What do you say?"
She looked me over. "Well, I don't know. We usually have so much to do on Sunday." She paused. "However, since you didn't take shit from my father and my daughter and sister are obviously impressed by you, I guess we can do that." She gave me a little smile. "We can be there by about 1pm. Is that too late for lunch?"
"Not at all. I look forward to it." I reached for my phone. "Now give me your number and I'll text you all the information you need."
She gave me her number and I entered it into my cell. I then sent her a text with my address. When I was done I looked up and she was smiling at me. It was a good smile. Then I caught a glimpse of Mary peeking around the corner and giving me thumbs up.
"Okay, I have it. I look forward to it. The grilled food option sounds great."
"Anything you want me not to cook for Maddie?"
"No, I let her eat hot dogs and burgers occasionally. Whatever you want to do is fine."
"Good. See you tomorrow at one. Now make sure you tell Maddie good-bye for me. I really like her."
"Thanks. I'll tell her."
I left and was very happy about my date with two beautiful women. It put me in a good mood for the rest of the day, despite my dislike of Mr. Bradford and my inability to control my anger at him.
Sunday, 14 October 2012, John's apartment, Seattle, Washington.
I had just finished preparing everything and was waiting for the doorbell to ring. I had an aluminum foil bowl with the salmon ready. I had already applied some lemon and butter and seasoning. I also had a few hot dogs and some marinated chicken ready. Since I wasn't going to cook immediately, I put out some chips and salsa and some crackers and cheese. Maddie had seemed to like cheese yesterday. I also had a small birthday cake as a surprise for Maggie. It was a lot of food, but whatever we didn't eat would make for good leftovers.
At 12:50, Mary called and told me she had to go to work at 3pm at the bar. I invited her to join us and at first she said she would just get in the way, but then I reminded her that we would have a 6-year old chaperone so she agreed to join us.
Finally, at about 1:15, Maggie and Maddie arrived. They were both wearing jeans and a nice t-shirt. And boy did Maggie's butt fill out those jeans. It was a nice, tight, bubble-butt. Maddie was cute as a button with her hair in curls and carrying a small Winnie-the-Pooh bear. Interesting. Maggie gave me a peck on the cheek and Maddie gave me a hug.
We made small talk and noshed on the appetizers for a couple of minutes and then Mary showed up. Maddie obviously loved her aunt and godmother as she rushed into her arms for a big hug. I then started up the grill and we all had a beer (root beer for Maddie) while I cooked and we chatted. They asked questions about my history and my time in the Army. I told some funny stories about it, but we got very little out of Maggie. I finished cooking and we finished eating about 3pm. It was delicious. The chicken was nice and moist, the hot dogs were good, and the salmon was excellent. The side dishes I had purchased were potato salad, a pasta salad, and a green salad. Everyone ate well. Mary had to rush off to work and then I decided to introduce Maddie to my Winnie-the-Pooh.
When my wife had her first surgery for the cancer, my daughter and I had been in the hospital gift shop purchasing a couple of little things when she spotted a very large Winnie-the-Pooh. My wife had loved those stories when she was young and still had her original books from when she was a kid, which she had used to introduce our daughter to the series. So we bought it. When you held it up on its legs, it was about 27" tall.
"Maggie, Maddie, I haven't shown you the entire apartment, so let me show you around." We had spent all our time in my living/dining room and kitchen so I showed them the bedroom. Then I led them to the door to the other side. "And this is the other half of the apartment." We entered and now they saw that I had some room. I showed them the living area, which was a mirror image of the one we had been in all day, and then led them toward the bedroom. "Now, before we go in here, I need to tell you something." I looked down at Maddie. "There are some stuffed animals in here that belong to my daughter and they are probably lonely, so feel free to play with them, okay?" She nodded gleefully and Maggie chuckled. I opened the door.
I knew that there were lots of my daughter's extra animals in here. She had kept some of her favorites to take to college, but still packed some up to go on her bed out here. There was also a small child's rocker that we had had for years from when she was little. It was at the foot of the bed, facing the door and sitting in it was the large Pooh bear. Maddie's eyes went wide and then she squealed. "Pooh!" She exclaimed as she ran over to the bear. "Can I pick it up?"
"You can play with it all you want when you are here, sweetie."
"Yea!" She grabbed it and picked it up to give it a big hug.
Maggie smiled, punched me in the arm, and said quietly. "You are evil, you know that?" I grinned. "You know she's going to want to come over here a lot to see that bear."
I smiled at Maggie and put on my innocent face. "And what would be wrong with that?"
"You're a real smartass!"
"True. But I'm also a good guy."
She looked at me for a few seconds. "Yeah, maybe. C'mon, let's go back to the other side."
We made our way back and Maddie looked up at me. "You can bring Pooh back with you."
She grinned and raced into the other room, almost tripping in her hurry to carry the large bear.
We all went back in there and sat. We had a couple of more drinks and I suddenly noticed that Maddie was yawning. I turned to Maggie. "Does Maddie need a nap?"
She looked at her daughter. "Yeah, she's probably worn out. She was up late and up early. I'd better get her home."
"Why don't you put her in the bed next door? She can sleep there and we can continue to visit."
She looked at me funny and then got up. "Maddie, honey, it's time for a nap."
"But, Mommy...", she began.
"It's okay, honey. Mr. Jackson is going to let you sleep in the bed with all the stuffed animals and Pooh, okay?"
Maddie looked at me with joy on her face. "Okay." She was definitely pretty agreeable for a six year old. Maddie got up and Maggie took her to the other apartment. I busied myself cleaning up a few things and it was about 15 minutes before she came back.
"She's already out. She was exhausted. She also wouldn't let go of Pooh."
"That's fine." I looked at her. "Another drink?"
Maggie looked at me for a few seconds and I started to get nervous.
"No, I don't want anything else that might dull my senses." And with that, she walked up to me and kissed me. It wasn't a quick thank-you kiss. It was a horny, I need to get laid kiss. When she stepped back she looked up at me. I could see some hesitation in her eyes.
I took her in my arms and kissed her hard and she returned it. She was as hungry for sex as I was, at least I thought so. "Shall we make use of my bed while Maddie sleeps?"
She stared at me for a few seconds. "Ummm, sure."
"You seem a little hesitant."
"I know. Look, I think you are a great guy," she looked down at her hands "and I haven't had sex with a man in a year." She suddenly looked at me with something approaching fear or trepidation at this. "Are you sure?"
I grinned and pulled her to me. "Do I look stupid? Of course I want to make love to a beautiful woman."
I took her hand and led her into my bedroom. We kissed hard there, tongues fencing, and hands exploring. Finally, she broke it off and looked up at me. "Please, do it now."
I grinned and went to work much like I had done Mary. I started by slowly undressing her and kissing each part of her body as it came into view. Her tits were about a nice B-cup and I kissed the freckled tops after I removed her shirt. She ran her hands through my hair as I did that and I reached around and flipped open the clasp of her bra with just my left hand.
Her eyes widened. "That was slick."
I grinned as I slowly took the bra off. "The result of a wasted youth."
Then I bent over and kissed each nipple wetly. She continued to run her hands through my hair. If only I had more. I kept it short and I think I was starting to lose it. Oh well, I had this goddess in my bedroom and that was all that mattered. I knelt and unbuttoned her jeans. We worked together to remove them and then I reached up to grasp the sides of a very brief thong. It was barely opaque enough to hide her charms and I smiled up at her as I started to pull it down. She smiled back and I think she actually blushed. I got them down and was staring at another shaved Bradford pussy. Damn! I decided that I loved shaved pussies. I could really see and feel the texture of the skin and enjoyed eating pussy, so it was great.
I stood and moved her toward the bed. I sat her down there and then let her watch as I got undressed. She noticed the scar from my bullet wound immediately. She looked up at me as she raised her hand, but stopped before touching it, wordlessly asking for permission. I nodded. She moved her hand over it, feeling the texture and the scar tissue. "Is this what I think it is?"
I nodded. "Yes, it's from a bullet wound I got in Afghanistan."
She continued to run her hand over it. "Does it hurt?"
"Not anymore."
She stood up as I removed my pants and boxers. When I was naked she leaned over and kissed my scar. Many people had been saying "thank you for your service" when I was out somewhere and they realized I was a vet. But Maggie kissed my scar, said "thank you for your service" and grabbed my very hard dick. This was the best thanks I had ever received for my service. The very best.
We then rolled onto the bed and made out like teenagers, feeling each other's body parts. Her nipples were sensitive and her pussy immediately wet. She pulled back and looked into my eyes and said only one word. "Now." I grabbed a condom from the bedside table and rolled it on. I climbed on top of her and she grabbed my dick, aiming it toward her wet opening. I pushed in slowly and she moaned. I think I moaned, too. She was so damn tight for a 36-year old mother.
And then we slowly fucked in the missionary position. It was probably the first time in a long time that I had had sex so slowly and passionately. Maggie came three times and I finally reached my own orgasm.
As we lay there in the afterglow, Maggie cuddled up to me. "That was nice."
I chuckled. "Nice?"
She rose up and little and I saw her get this teasing grin. "Okay, it was better than I've had in at least a year."
I laughed. "You're a smartass, too, aren't you?"
She grinned and put her head back on my chest. "Takes one to know one."
She put her head back on my shoulder. "Thank you. I'm so out of practice with dating and sex that I had forgotten how nice it is. But I guess you are out there sowing your wild oats again, eh?"
"Yeah, that's right. Counting you I'm up to two women after 20 years with my wife. I'm really out there getting some." She just grinned and I got more serious. "Should we be worried about Maddie?"
She sighed. "Damn. I was hoping to lay here and enjoy my first fucking in a long time and you have to remind me I have responsibilities." She rose up and kissed me. "Just kidding. I was thinking the same thing."
Maggie got out of bed and went into the bathroom. I smiled. She appeared to be a good woman, had a great kid, and was just in my bed. That was a pretty good thing. Plus she just said "fuck". First time I had heard her swear.
She came out of the bathroom and got dressed. "C'mon. You have to be up, too."
I got up and got dressed and she went in and checked on Maddie. She came back. "Still sleeping. I think I'll let her sleep for another half hour."
"Would you like something to eat or drink?"
She considered that for a second. "Just water for now. I don't think I want any more alcohol."
I got her a glass of water and her cell rang. She picked it up and looked at me as she rolled her eyes. "Hi, Mary. [pause] Yes, everything is fine. [pause] I'm not going to say anything about that. [pause with chuckling and eye-rolling] No, I'm not saying that I had sex with him. [pause] I didn't say that either. [pause] Okay, I have to go, he's coming back and I don't want him to hear me talking to my sister about my sex life. [pause and she blew me a kiss] Okay, talk to you tomorrow. [pause] Don't call me that you slut!" She cut off the call and laughed. "Oh, man, you are going to get the third degree from my sister asking about whether or not we had sex and how it was, etc., etc."
I sat down next to her. "I'll just tell her the truth."
Her head turned quickly and she eyed me suspiciously. "What?"
"Yeah. I'll pop over to her bar after you guys leave and tell her that her sister is easy."
"Asshole!" Maggie slapped me on the arm, but grinned.
"Yeah, a few frilly words and you were counting ceiling tiles."
Maggie laughed. "I know that line. That's from the movie Roxanne."
I finished chuckling as she got that reference, then I turned to her and got a little more serious. "Okay, all joking aside, how do you want me to play it?"
She sighed. "Well, she's definitely going to figure out we had sex, so just tell her that I was fantastic, your best lover ever, and all that stuff."
"Oh, you want me to lie."
"Hey!" My shoulder got slapped again. Then she looked at me closely. "I'm glad we can joke around about this a little. I hate it when everything is so serious that you resort to a deafening silence."
I smiled. "Yes, but are we just covering up our real feelings and insecurities?"
She stared at me. "Are you trying to make me uncomfortable now? You know I already feel kind of slutty since I did this and it wasn't even after an official first date." Then she leaned in and hugged me. Whew! That comment had me a little worried at first.
"Of course not. I want you to be comfortable here – and in my bed."
"Men. Always thinking of their penis, or at least on behalf of it."
I grinned. "That's from something, too, right?"
"Yes, I believe so, but I can't remember where. I just knew when I heard it that it was the truest statement I ever heard."
"Ouch! That hurt!"
She looked up at me. "Is it not true?"
"Well – for most men, maybe, but not all the guys I know are like that."
"What about you?"
I pushed her away a little and looked down at my crotch. "Just a second. I need to confer with my buddy before I answer."
She rolled her eyes. "Okay, this conversation is getting weird. I need to get Maddie up and get her home. She has school tomorrow."
We went in and woke Maddie. She was such a good kid. She didn't try to take any of my daughter's stuffed animals and didn't hold on to the Pooh like she wouldn't let it go. In fact, she quietly and politely rearranged all the animals on the bed and put Pooh back in the child's rocking chair. She looked up at me and her mother. "Pooh likes the rocking chair. He'll wait for me there."
Maggie smiled. "Are you coming back?"
Maddie looked from me to her mother. Now she showed a little trepidation at leaving the beloved Pooh. "Aren't we, mommy?"
Maggie looked over at me and I just gave her a cheesy grin. "Yes, honey, we can come back," she turned to me, "just to visit Pooh."
I gave her a little pout and we left the room. At the front door, I hesitated, not knowing how to say good-bye to someone I just slept with after one little lunch while her young daughter stood there. Maggie knew it immediately and leaned over and kissed me quickly. "Thank you for a wonderful day, John." She turned to Maddie. "What do you say Maddie?"
Maddie came up to me and put her arms up like she wanted to be picked up. I picked her up.
"Thank you Mr. Jackson." She gave me a hug and kissed me on the cheek. That got a raised eyebrow from Maggie and I was a little surprised, too. I put her down and she scampered out the door.
Maggie watched her turn the corner and then kissed me hard on the lips. "Yes, thank you, Mr. Jackson." Then she grinned and ran after her daughter who was probably already out the door.
I closed the door and smiled, pretty satisfied with life right now. I really liked Maggie and Maddie. They were both so beautiful.
*To be continued...* |
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] | Stewart was dozing in front of the TV. Camille, his wife, was away on business and Paula, their daughter, was at her senior prom. Poor Paula. She'd sulked as she got ready for the prom. All the other girls were wearing deep-cut and figure-hugging dresses and Paula's was not only pink, it hid every feminine part of her body. Nobody could see her small waist or her lovely rounded hips, and there was no cleavage showing off her ripe d-cup breasts. Stewart remembered the fight the previous weekend when Camille had made Paula take the lovely black number back to the shop and get this instead. Stewart had tried to talk some sense into Camille, but she'd just played the old "She's my daughter" card again. It was true that Camille had given birth to Paula before she met Stewart, but as far as Paula was concerned, Stewart was the only father she'd ever known. He'd been there to hold her hand when she learnt to walk, he'd taught her to ride a bike, he'd built her a tree house and he'd been there to comfort her the first time a boy broke her heart.
Things hadn't been going well with Camille. They'd been a couple for 18 years now, but they never did anything together anymore. Camille spent all her time in her shop and travelling on business. He didn't remember the last time they'd fucked and it didn't matter. Camille had been a dead fish in bed for the last few years. She was 55 now and of the opinion that sex was for the younger generation. He'd never felt the age gap as strongly as he did now. When they met she'd been a vibrant 37-year old with an appetite for life in general and sex in particular. He'd been 22 years old, fresh out of college and amazed that there were women like Camille. He'd fallen for her hook, line and sinker and he'd proposed to her within months, despite his family's protests. Until now his only regret was that they hadn't had any children. He loved Paula with all his heart, but he'd always dreamt of having a big family. Lately he'd been thinking more and more of leaving Camille and starting a new family before it was too late. He hadn't done anything about it because he knew how devastated Paula would be. But Paula was going off to college soon. It was a time for changes and it was time for him to start looking for a new life.
The sound of the ringing phone woke Stewart from his dreams. He looked at the clock. It was eleven. Who would be calling at this time of night? It wouldn't be Camille and all of Paula's friends were at the prom. He wasn't on call so it wouldn't be the clinic. He answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Dad," Paula was sobbing into her cell phone.
"Yes, baby," he said in a worried tone. This didn't sound right. "What's wrong?"
"I want you to come and pick me up," Paula continued sobbing.
"Sure thing, honey. Where are you?"
"I'm in the car park at the Rose Motel, please hurry."
"I'll be right there, sweetheart. Don't you worry. And call me on my cell if you need me!"
He was wide awake now. He grabbed his car keys off the table and ran out to his truck. The Rose Motel? What the hell was she doing there? The prom was at the Excelsior Hotel. He broke every speed limit to get there. When he pulled into the car park he saw a pink bundle hiding in a dark corner. He stopped the car and ran straight out to her.
"Paula," he said as he wrapped his arms around her shaking frame. "It's alright. Daddy's here. I'm gonna take you home."
He stood up and tried not to notice how her ripped dress showed off a naked breast as the bra had also been torn. He slowly walked Paula to the passenger side and helped her in. He got back in the driver's seat and drove home in silence. Paula was still sobbing when they came home.
"Should I call the police and have a doctor come and do a rape kit on you?"
Paula shook her head. "It didn't go that far."
Stewart breathed a sigh of relief. Whatever had happened to his little princess tonight would be repairable. She hadn't been scarred for life.
"You get out of those clothes and have a shower. I'll have some hot cocoa ready for you when you come back downstairs."
Paula shot him a grateful glance for not yelling at her or blaming her for getting in trouble, like her mom would have done. He heard the water running upstairs and he made two cups of cocoa. He put a few extra marshmallows in Paula's cup and then he sat down at the kitchen table and waited for her. He didn't have to wait long. Paula soon reappeared, looking much better. Gone was the smeared makeup, the tussled hair and the torn hair. She was wearing cotton pyjamas and her long red hair was tied into a wet ponytail.
"Do you want to tell me what happened?" he said as Paula started sipping her cocoa.
"Billy Taylor's parents are out of town this weekend so we were all heading to his place for a party at the end of the prom. Linda had thrown up because of the alcohol in the punch and Sarah had a fight with Chris so I was alone in the limo with Dean, Chris and Scott."
Stewart watched her take another sip of cocoa. He could picture the three boys, whom he'd known since they were toddlers, slightly drunk and alone with a girl in a limo.
"Dean started fooling around, kissing me and stuff," Paula continued. "Then he slipped his hand under my dress and started feeling me up. Chris and Scott were watching so I told him to stop, but they told him not to and then they wanted to join in. Chris grabbed hold of my arms and Scott tore my dress to fondle my breasts while Dean pulled my panties off. I struggled as much as I could and told them to stop, but they didn't listen. Dean got his cock out but he couldn't get between my legs so he let go of them while he repositioned himself. That's when I saw my chance and I kicked him in the crotch. He screamed and Scott stopped what he was doing so I bit his hand. Chris then let me go and called to the driver to stop. That was outside the Rose Motel. They threw me out of the car and drove off."
Stewart swore inside his head. He really wanted to get in the car and drive over to the Taylors' house and show those stupid boys a thing or two. But he knew it didn't solve anything.
"Are you OK now, baby?" he asked softly and placed his hand on Paula's.
"Yes," she smiled back. "Thank you, daddy. I'm glad mom's not home tonight."
So was Stewart. Camille would have found a way of blaming Paula for getting herself in that situation to begin with.
"And you know what the most stupid thing is?" Paula looked at him.
"No."
"It's that I was gonna let Dean go all the way tonight. I'd decided that prom night was going to be the night I lost my virginity. I'd even bought condoms."
Stewart held back a smile. He was glad that creep Dean wasn't going to get his baby girl's cherry.
"Thanks for being so understanding dad," Paula kissed his forehead. "I'm off to bed now."
"Good night, darling," he said and watched her lovely ass sway as she walked away. He decided it was time for him to hit the sack as well. He wasn't scheduled to work tomorrow, but he had plenty of paperwork to get through this weekend. He'd finally decided. He was going to sell his share of the veterinary clinic, apply for a divorce and move back east where his family was. His parents were old and his brothers and sisters had families that he'd never met. As soon as Paula's graduation was over he was going to make his move so it was high time to get his paperwork in order.
Stewart woke up with a start. He looked at the alarm clock next to the bed. It was 2 a.m. What was that noise he'd heard? Now he heard it again. It was Paula. She was crying out for someone to stop. He jumped out of bed and ran to Paula's room. There was no-one there. Just Paula, tossing and turning in her sleep, crying out for help. She was having a bad dream. He sat next to her and shook her lightly.
"Paula, sweetheart," he whispered, not wanting to frighten her. "Wake up! You're having a bad dream."
"Daddy?" Paula opened her tear-filled eyes and looked at him. "I was dreaming that I was in the limo again."
"I know, baby. I know." Steward wrapped his arm around her and stroked her hair. They sat like that for several minutes until Paula's breathing calmed. Slowly it dawned on Stewart that Paula slept in the nude. Her firm breasts were naked against his chest and all of a sudden he was very aware of her erect nipples. Even worse than that, he was in the habit of sleeping naked when Camille was out of town and he'd run into Paula's room without remembering to put on a dressing gown. He could feel his cock stirring, reacting to the feeling of Paula's firm breasts and lovely hard nipples.
"Dad..." Paula pulled back in his embrace and smiled at him. "I love you."
"I love you too, pumpkin."
Paula leaned against him again. First her breasts hit his chest and then her luscious lips started caressing his lips. Tentatively at first, but then more demanding and he could feel Paula's tongue trying to make its way inside his mouth. He resisted for a moment, but then he gave in. She kissed him deeply, playing with his tongue in his mouth. Her hands caressed his arms and his back and he allowed his own hands to cup her breasts and his thumbs teased her nipples.
"Oh yes, daddy, just like that! Don't stop!" she panted and he had no intention of stopping.
This time he kissed her. His tongue started feeling its way around her mouth. Her response was delightful. As he played with her young, firm tits she ran her hand down his chest, lightly caressing his stomach and then wrapping around his rapidly hardening cock. He pulled away and gasped at the feeling of her soft hand around his meat.
"Baby..." he started, but didn't know what to say next.
"What is it dad? Am I doing it wrong?"
"We shouldn't be doing this. I'm your father."
"And the only man I've ever loved," she said honestly. "Please don't stop. Please help me chase these bad memories away."
With those words Paula slipped down and wrapped her lips around his cock head. He felt her tongue licking off the pre-cum inside her mouth and he gasped with pleasure. Her mouth was wonderful. He couldn't remember the last blowjob he'd been given and he moaned with pleasure as she traced the veins in his now hard cock with her tongue.
Stewart leaned back and watched Paula's pretty red head bobbing up and down over his crotch. The sheet had fallen off and he could see her rounded ass and her glistening pussy in the wardrobe mirrors. He kept hitting the back of her mouth. She had one hand cupping his balls, another hand around the base of his shaft, and then her mouth. Her beautiful mouth tried to swallow more and more of him. Then she swallowed and he felt himself disappear deep into her throat. She swallowed again. She was a woman possessed around his meat. He started moving his hips to meat her. It was suddenly unclear if he was fucking her mouth or if she was blowing him. He wanted to stay like this forever, but he couldn't hold back anymore. He let out a roar of extreme satisfaction, pulled her head real close and shot his load down her throat.
"Sweet pea," he said when he finally withdrew from her mouth. "That was fantastic."
Paula moved up to kiss him, he could taste his cum on her tongue. "I enjoyed that too, daddy."
"Now I guess I should give you something in return," Stewart said tentatively, wanting Paula to have an option to get out now before they went too far.
Paula rolled back to the middle of the bed and suggestively parted her legs. His sharp intake of breath when he saw her neatly trimmed red triangle made her smile.
"Are you hungry, daddy?" she said a bit insecurely, reminding him that even though she was great at playing the seductress, she was still a virgin.
"You bet I am," he replied and moved to between her legs.
He caressed her legs. He softly moved his fingers from her calves to her thighs, stopping to gently massage the insides of her thighs with his thumbs. She writhed with pleasure and he could see her juices slipping through her slit. He moved his head down and kissed the inside of her thighs while parting her legs wider. He didn't stop until her swollen pussy lips parted themselves before him. Her pussy was opening itself like a red rose and he breathed in deeply to smell its sweet perfume.
Paula moaned out loud as she felt his tongue on her clit. He teased it and moved away. Then his lips came down on hers, kissing her pussy deeply, letting his tongue invade her wet hole. He had to use his hands to keep her hips still. He looked up and she was kneading her tits with pleasure. He sucked on her clit and then he tongue fucked her again. Her juices were flowing freely and he slurped up every drop. With one hand holding her hips in place he moved his other hand down to where his mouth was. He started sucking hard on her clit, flicking his tongue across it to tease it further. He entered her pussy with one finger, then two fingers and then he finally managed to get a third finger in. She was deliciously tight. He finger fucked her furiously. Her juices ran into his hand and he looked forward to drinking them. He sucked and flicked her clit. Paula's moans got louder and louder. She'd never experienced anything like this and the pleasure was taking over her body. She soon cried out in joy and released her first orgasm. Her body was shivering and her cunt was gripping Stewart's fingers tight as he kept pumping and sucking her clit until she finally stopped shaking.
Stewart gently withdrew his fingers and licked up all of Paula's juices. Then he crawled up next to her, cupped one of her breasts and teased the nipple with his thumb as he kissed her deeply, letting her taste her own pussy on his lips and tongue.
"Thank you daddy," she whispered. "That was amazing."
He smiled at her, aware that his cock was now hard again and pressing against her thigh. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, darling. Do you want to go to sleep now?"
"I can't do that!" she exclaimed with a smile.
"Why is that?"
She wrapped her hand around his hard shaft again. "You haven't fucked me yet. Please fuck me daddy. I want to feel your hard meat inside my cunt."
Her choice of words surprised him slightly and delighted him even more. Yet he took his time. "Are you sure this is what you want?"
"I've never been surer of anything in my life. I love you daddy, please fuck me!"
He couldn't say no to such a sweet plea. His lips left Paula's and travelled down to her firm d-cup tits. With one nipple safely resting between his thumb and index finger he descended his mouth on the other. He sucked her nipple hard. He ran his fingers lightly around her tits and sucked and bit the sensitized nipples. Paula's breathing got heavier. He reached down between her thighs and scooped up fresh pussy juices. She was as ready for him now as she'd been when he'd invaded her with his tongue and fingers. It was time for her to feel what a man felt like.
Stewart placed his legs between Paula's parted thighs. He ran his pre-cum covered head up and down her juicy slit. She moaned and raised her hips, showing him how much she wanted him inside. He applied a bit of pressure and his cock found its own way inside her tight hole. They both gasped. Paula couldn't believe the size of the meat that was invading her virgin cunt and Stewart couldn't believe how deliciously tight she was. He slowly inched his way inside until he reached a stop. He leaned forward and caressed her tits. She moaned for more. He slowly pulled out a bit.
Without warning and with enormous power he slammed his hips into her wet cunt. Paula screamed out in pain and he put his weight on top of her and kissed her tears away. It didn't take long for her to adjust to his size and forget the pain as her cunt now throbbed with pleasure around him. He slowly slid out, making sure she felt every inch of his cock as it moved around inside her. When he was almost completely outside he slid back in. She moaned and met him with her hips. She wanted him deeper. He didn't let his cock leave her wet cunt as he moved her legs up on his shoulders, bringing her ass off the bed and giving him tighter and deeper access.
Paula tugged and kneaded her tits before his eyes as he started pumping her cunt. He moved faster and faster, inching deeper and deeper inside. They were both sweating and breathing heavily. They fitted each other perfectly. His thick cock was like a hand in an incredibly tight glove. He knew that this was where his cock belonged. His balls slammed into her pussy juice wet ass and his pubic bone sent shivers through her clit every time he thrust himself inside her. He was going at an unstoppable pace. The only sounds in the room were the creaks from the bed, the wet slams of fucking and their heavy breathing.
She started to lose control first. Her eyes went blank and she started shaking underneath him. He leaned forward to kiss her and shoved himself deep as her cunt convulsed around his fucking shaft. As she cried out her pleasure he finally allowed himself to cum. He made a final thrust into her tight cunt and let out a roar of satisfaction. He emptied his balls deep inside her throbbing cunt and collapsed on top of her.
They lay like that for several minutes until Stewart managed to move again, slowly sliding his cock out of her warm cunt. He gathered her in his arms and kissed her.
"I guess I did lose my virginity on prom night after all," Paula smiled at him.
"I guess you did, baby," he kissed her deeply then stopped.
"What's the matter, daddy?" Paula asked worriedly.
"We didn't use a condom," he said.
"But I'm not worried about catching any diseases from you," Paula smiled.
"You don't have to worry about that. But I might have got you pregnant. How far into your cycle are you?"
"Two weeks."
"Two weeks?" It suddenly dawned on Stewart that his virgin daughter had been absolutely ripe for pregnancy tonight. "What will we do about college if you're pregnant?"
"I don't want to go to college," she blurted out. "Not now anyway. You spent 18 years raising another man's child, it's about time someone gave you a child of your own."
"And who would raise it?" he asked tentatively.
"You and me," she looked him straight into the eyes.
"You know what your mom would do if she found out we've been fucking?"
"She'd probably throw us both out. Is that such a bad thing?"
Stewart kissed Paula deeply. "I don't think so. You can't tell anyone this, but I'd decided to leave your mom after your graduation anyway."
"Is there another woman?" Paula asked insecurely.
"There wasn't one until tonight," he said honestly. "But now I know who I want to spend the rest of my life with. We should get married as soon as possible. I don't want our baby to be born out of wedlock."
"I'd love to marry you," Paula kissed him. "But what if there isn't a baby?"
Stewart thought about it. "Then we better make sure there is..."
He rolled over on his back and swung Paula on top of him. "Ride me, baby!"
She could feel his cock growing hard between them. "Yes, daddy."
He laughed. "You better stop calling me daddy, sweetheart. I'm selling my share in the clinic and taking you as far from here as possible. I want us to have a normal life as husband and wife."
Her hand had jerked his cock hard again. She placed it at her opening and slowly slid down. "OK daddy, sorry, Stewart."
With his cock inside her she leaned forward and kissed him. "I love you, Stewart"
She started riding him and he played with her bouncing tits. He raised his head to suck on them as he felt his meat being fucked by her wonderful cunt. He looked down briefly and saw his cock, wet with cunt juices, disappearing into her widely spread lips and then appearing again. He reached down and started massaging Paula's clit. She moaned with pleasure as she felt his finger there. He sucked her tit and massaged her clit. She was moaning out loud now. He knew he was cruel, but he wanted her to cum quickly in this position so that he could change. She didn't disappoint him. She soon stopped pumping and froze with him deep inside. The next moment her body convulsed all over him. She shook violently as she came.
Stewart didn't wait. He pulled her off him and placed her on her hands and knees. Her naked hole gaped wide where he'd just pulled out and he entered her again. With long deliberate strokes he started fucking her doggie style. His balls slammed into her clit and she moaned as she met each stroke. She seemed as insatiable as he was when he was inside her. They both wanted more. He pulled her up by her tits and started sucking on her neck. He whispered his love in her ear as he fucked her faster and faster. He had finally cum home. He was fucking the wonderfully tight cunt of the woman who'd once been his daughter and was now going to be his wife. When he decided he couldn't hold back anymore he reached around and fingered her clit. She'd been waiting for him. The moment he felt her cumming around his pumping cock he released yet another load of spunk into her wonderful cunt.
It was getting light outside when they finally collapsed with each other. Stewart pulled the sheet up to cover them and they fell asleep in each other's arms. After their good morning fuck Paula once again panted in Stewart's arms.
"Do you still want to do this, Paula?" he asked her. "Do you want to be my wife and come with me when I leave after your graduation."
"I love you, da..." she stopped herself. "Stewart. I love you Stewart. I want to be yours forever."
He kissed her deeply and told her what would happen next. The next couple of weeks went by quickly. Stewart found a buyer for his share of the clinic and put an offer to buy a clinic 15 miles down the road from his childhood home. It was accepted. Camille didn't suspect a thing. She was busier than ever and spent more nights away than at home. This didn't bother Stewart and Paula, they were happy to be able to sleep together and fuck without worrying about Camille. Paula was a keen student and quickly learnt new ways of pleasing her step father, her husband-to-be.
Two weeks after they first made love, and a week before they were due to leave town, Paula came crying to Stewart's office at the clinic. Her mom was home this weekend to prepare for the graduation party.
"What's the matter, sweetheart?" he asked her, worried that Camille had found out about them and thrown her out.
"My period started this morning," she hiccupped. "I'm not pregnant."
"We'll just have to try twice as hard this month," he kissed away her tears.
"You mean you still want to marry me, even if I'm not pregnant?"
"Of course I do. I love you. You'll get pregnant eventually and then we'll have a big family."
They kissed deeply and Stewart felt a stir in his pants. It was Saturday afternoon and there was nobody else in the office. He opened his fly and took his cock out. Paula knew what to do next. She got on her knees and sucked him into her mouth. Her tongue worked expertly on his cock. In the last two weeks she'd learnt exactly how he liked to be sucked. She sucked him hard and she sucked him deep. She swallowed around him. Her tongue moved against his thick shaft and he heard himself moan. When he couldn't hold back any longer he pulled her head real close and started fucking her mouth, deep into her throat. She moaned around his cock when he finally released his load. As always she swallowed every drop of it.
He pulled out, tucked his cock back into his boxers and kissed Paula. He called his lawyer and confirmed that everything was ready for him to file for divorce the next week.
Paula's graduation went off without a hitch. As she'd gone off to celebrate with her friends he brought out the divorce agreement he and his lawyer had been drawing up. Camille wasn't surprised and she didn't seem upset either. Camille got to keep the house and her business. Stewart kept the new business that he'd bought and where he was going to start working the next week. They quickly decided on who got what furniture. They didn't mention Paula's room. Camille assumed that it would stay as it was, Stewart knew otherwise.
The weekend went by. Paula and Stewart desperately wanted to announce their engagement. On the Monday morning Stewart and Camille went to the court and filed for a quick divorce. They both signed all papers and Camille went back home to pack for another business trip. She told Paula that she had to go and stay with her grandparents after Stewart left for the east coast. Stewart promised Camille that he'd make sure that Paula was safe.
Paula and Stewart spent the afternoon packing. That evening he gave her an engagement ring and she proudly wore it to say goodbye to her friends. When she came home Stewart was naked. He pulled her into his arms and within the blink of an eyelid she was naked too. He treaded her onto his erect cock and walked upstairs to the bed. Landing on the bed, with Paula underneath him, drove him deeper inside and they soon exploded. He shot his load inside her as she convulsed around his shaft.
"Straddle my face, baby," he said as he rolled off her. Paula was quick to comply. Her red lips parted just over his mouth and he sucked up his cum that was mixed with her sweet juices. With his hands in a firm grip around her hips he proceeded to eating her.
Paula wasn't slow. She leaned forward and her breasts hit his stomach like ripe grapefruits. She started licking her juices off his shaft and he soon grew hard in her mouth. They sucked each other for a long time. Stewart started moving his hips up and down to get more of Paula's sweet mouth. When she finally let go and showered his face in her wonderful juices he released his load. But something was wrong. He'd always shot his cum into her throat and she'd always drunk it like the thirsty little thing she was. This time he shot into thin air, just as he heard Paula gasp.
"Mom!" she gasped as she saw the figure in the doorway.
Stewart couldn't stop cumming. He shot his spunk in Paula's face. "Camille!" he looked at the woman in the door.
"What the hell do you think you're doing in MY bed," Camille shouted as Paula climbed off Stewart and he wrapped his arms protectively around her.
"We thought you were going to be away all week," he said to his wife of 18 years.
"That's obvious! So what's this? A goodbye fuck? How long has this been going on for?"
"It's not a goodbye fuck, mom," Paula said. "We're celebrating our engagement."
"You're WHAT?" Camille cried out.
"I'm taking Paula out east and we're getting married," Stewart explained.
"But she's your daughter!"
"No, you've reminded me often enough that she's YOUR daughter. Now she's going to be MY wife!"
"Oh no, she's not. I will not allow it."
"I'm 18, mom," Paula stepped in. "I can marry whoever I want. And I want Stewart."
"I'm going to report this," Camille threatened.
"Report what, Camille?" Stewart stepped off the bed and walked up to her. "Report that you were never home. Report that you used me as a babysitter because God knows that I haven't been your husband for years. Report that Paula and I, two adults, fell in love and want to get married."
"I want you and your little whore out of here first thing in the morning!" Camille shouted and slammed the door behind her. Shortly afterwards they heard the front door slam shut.
Stewart returned to the bed and kissed Paula's tears away. "She was never going to accept our love."
"I know, but it still feels sad. I want her to be happy that I'm happy," Paula sobbed.
Stewart wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. He kissed his way down her throat and stopped for several minutes on her breasts. He kissed her stomach and parted her legs. He kissed her lips. Despite the confrontation she was still wet. He moved himself between her legs and rested his cock against her slit. He ran his cock head up and down, getting harder by the minute. As soon as his cock was hard enough to part her pussy lips he leaned forward to kiss her. This made his cock slide between the wet lips and into her tight cunt. He continued kissing her as his hips moved up and down, fucking her slowly with long deliberate strokes. She responded wonderfully, wrapping her legs around him and digging her nails into his back.
They fucked for a long time. It was a slow and gentle fuck, slowly teasing them both. Then Stewart picked up the pace. The fuck noises got louder and louder. He slammed harder and harder. They panted louder and finally Paula squealed with delight as her body submitted to the pleasure of being taken. She trembled in his arms and her cunt quivered around his meat, signalling to him that he could finally give in and release his load.
The next morning they woke up early and had a quick, hard fuck against the cold tiles in the shower. They then started packing Stewart's truck and Paula's car as the moving van came. The moving men were done within two hours. Stewart and Paula pulled their house keys off their key rings and threw them on the floor before letting the door slam shut behind them.
It was a long drive to get to the east coast. The first night they forgot to eat dinner, they were so hungry for each other's bodies. No foreplay was needed. The moment the door to their motel room closed Stewart pulled Paula's shorts down and then her panties. He pulled his own pants down and entered Paula from behind. Her soft folds welcomed him as he penetrated her. He moaned out loud as he felt how wet she was around him. He started pumping deep and hard. He grabbed Paula's hair and pulled her up to meet his lips. This was fucking at its most primitive. They had primal urges that needed to be satisfied, fast. They could hear the traffic outside, but the squishes of his thick meat tearing through her tight cunt deafened that noise. Steward fucked harder and harder. Paula moved her hips back to meat his every thrust. They wanted it to last forever, but it never did. Soon they both knew they couldn't last any longer and Paula's cunt squeezed his cock as tight as it could and milked him of his entire load.
The next day as they were driving along Stewart's cell phone rang. It was Paula.
"Guess what?" she said in a teasing voice.
"What?"
"I'm not wearing my shorts or my panties."
Stewart couldn't believe what he heard. "What did you say?"
"You heard me," Paula laughed back. "Look in your rear-view mirror."
He did as he was told and saw Paula holding two pieces of clothing out her window. He recognised the colors that she'd put on that morning. He didn't need more encouragement. He indicated and pulled over to the side. The highway was virtually deserted. Paula pulled over behind him. He was out of his truck by the time she stopped her car and he pulled her out. He pulled her around to the passenger side of her car and placed her on the bonnet. He quickly dropped his pants and parted Paula's legs. Her cunt was so wet. He shoved his cock inside her hungry cunt. He pulled up her t-shirt and released the clasp on her bra. Paula wrapped her legs around him. They were fucking furiously. Ever so often a big truck would go by and honk encouragingly, but they didn't notice and didn't care.
Paula came first. She almost had a fit with her orgasm and her cunt seized a tight grip around Stewart's fuck meat. He didn't stop. He waited until she was done cumming and getting turned on again and then he released himself. He could feel that it was a big load that he shot inside her and a new idea formed in his head. When he was done cumming he pulled out slowly and held Paula's legs up high. He let the bra hang loose and pulled her t-shirt down to cover her tits. He tucked his cock back inside and then he lifted Paula and carried her around to the driver's side. He was careful as he opened the door and placed her on the seat. He reached across her and grabbed her shorts and panties. He then parted her legs and saw his white spunk leaking out of Paula's pussy. He wished he had time to fuck her again, but he didn't. The spunk formed a pool under her pussy.
"I'll take these," he waved her clothes in front of her. "And you drive the rest of today with your cunt dipping in my cum."
He didn't allow her to reply. He walked up to his truck, threw her clothes in and then started driving. That night they fucked like animals. The people in the next motel room even started banging on the walls for them to fuck more quietly. When Paula had fallen asleep Stewart snuck out and came back an hour later. Paula was sound asleep.
They set off again early the next morning. This was their last day on the road. Tonight they'd be fucking in their own bed in their new home. They stopped and had lunch at 1 and as Paula was getting ready to get into her car again Stewart stopped her.
"You were a teasing little slut yesterday," he said and caressed her tits through the bra. "Do you know what happens to teasing little sluts?"
"They get fucked by their step daddies?" she teased him back.
"That's true," he laughed. "But they also get punished. Every time you tease me, I'll tease you twice as bad back. Lean forward."
Paula did as she was told and Stewart undid her shorts and pulled them down with her panties. She got wet, expecting him to fuck her right in the car park. Stewart went to his truck and got a parcel that he'd bought the night before. He opened it and pulled out a dildo. "Do you know what this is?" he asked and showed it to Paula.
"It looks like a dildo, but it looks kind of small," she said.
"That's because it's not just any dildo. It's designed to go inside your cunt and keep you thinking about me all day as you go about your business." With those words he slid it into her wet cunt. He'd bought lube just in case, but there was no need for it. She was dripping. He secured it with his finger and then pulled it out and let Paula lick it. He pulled up her panties and shorts and waited for her to do the buttons up. He could see from the dazed look on her face that she was feeling every inch of the shaft in her cunt.
"You'll drive with that up your cunt the rest of the way," Stewart said and patted her bum, making her pussy contract around the invasion inside.
After an hour Paula called him on his cell phone. "Fuck me, please!" she begged him. He didn't reply. He finished the call and continued driving.
It wasn't long before Stewart recognised the landmarks they passed. They were almost there now. They first stopped outside his parents' house. He introduced his fiancée to them, and conveniently left out the fact that he'd raised Paula as his daughter. His parents seemed a bit shocked at the age difference between their son and his wife-to-be, but they'd learnt 18 years ago that he didn't go for the obvious choices. They ate dinner together and he chuckled inside as he saw Paula's pained expression. She needed his cock badly.
"I think Paula needs to go to bed," he said as they finished eating.
His mom looked at the pretty girl next to her son. "I think you're right. She looks like she can hardly keep her eyes open. It's been a long drive."
It was a short drive to their new house that was integrated with Stewart's new clinic. The movers had already been and left their belongings. Paula's double bed stood in the master bedroom. Stewart carried her all the way upstairs and put her down before her bed. He pealed off her clothes and made her part her legs. With a little teasing of his finger the dildo dropped out. He licked it thoroughly and then he placed Paula on her back on the bed. He stripped slowly and realised that his cock was rock hard.
He slid straight into her hot cunt. She was so ready that she orgasmed within minutes. When she'd finished cumming he started fucking her faster and deeper. Her hips met his as they fucked for the first time in their new home, on the bed where he'd taken her cherry only weeks ago. When they finally came together Paula wrapped herself tight around him. It was their most powerful orgasms yet. |
Step By Step Ch. 07 | 27,588 | 4.53 | 528,340 | [
"bondage",
"lesbian d/s"
] | For the second morning in a row Helen rolled over to find herself in Sam's bed, woken by the light filtering through the thin curtains. For a while she just lay there, watching her lover sleep, feeling a deep inner contentment that had been missing for so long from her life. She thought over the events of last night; she was still somewhat surprised by how she had found that this group of women, who's morality and sexuality she would have found so shocking just a few days ago, had turned out to be quite normal. Indeed, normal was a word that was being rapidly redefined for her. It wasn't that long ago that simply being touched by another woman in a sexual way would have churned her stomach; now, now she just wanted to feel Sam's hands, Sam's lips all over her. She thought about waking Sam but she slept so soundly that it seemed cruel to do other than to let her sleep on.
Softly, so as not to wake her partner, she slipped out of bed, grabbed Sam's dressing gown from the hook behind the door, and went downstairs to the kitchen. She made herself some tea and toast and was sitting at the kitchen table flicking through a magazine when the door opened and Sam's tousled head appeared.
"And what do you think you're doing?" she asked.
"Having breakfast," Helen replied innocently.
"And you don't see anything wrong with this?" Sam enquired, coming over to stand next to Helen with her hands on her hips. "You don't see any problem with, for example, which one of us is wearing my dressing gown or which one of us is happily drinking tea whilst the other is waiting?"
The penny dropped and with a quick 'Sorry, Mistress' Helen got up from her chair, shrugged off the dressing gown, handed it to Sam and fell to her knees.
That's better," Sam said, putting on the dressing gown. "Ooh, lovely and warm. Maybe I should get you to warm up my dressing gown every morning. Now, if I don't get some tea soon there's going to be trouble, or should that be, more trouble."
Helen stood up and went over to the counter to put the kettle on and, whilst she was at it, slip another couple of slices of bread under the grill. She brewed a fresh cup of tea and, having placed that in front of Sam, returned to the grill just in time to stop the toast from burning. She quickly buttered it and spread it with marmalade before putting it on a plate and handing it to Sam.
"Crusts! You left the crusts on the toast! Can you get nothing right this morning?" Sam said in mock anger.
"I'm sorry, Mistress," Helen replied, well aware that crusts had never been an issue before. "I'll do better next time."
"If you carry on like this there may not be a next time," Helen replied sternly. "Now, stand in the corner whilst I finish off."
There was something deliciously 'naughty schoolgirl' about being sent to stand naked in the corner and something inside Helen rather enjoyed being there. To this was added the anticipation of what Sam had in mind for her. She had obviously been naughty and would no doubt be punished. Was she due another spanking? Remembering the combination of a sore backside and an earth shattering orgasm from last time this was a very mixed prospect.
"Right then, I think you need some time to think things over, time to think about who gets breakfast first in this house," Sam said at last as she got up from the table. "Come with me."
Sam led Helen upstairs and took her to the bathroom where she was ordered to take a pee. Again it ran counter to everything that Helen felt was 'proper' to be doing so in front of someone else and Sam's controlling stare made it hard to start but this all added to the growing sense of humiliation, the sense that she was unworthy of 'normal' decencies. Then Sam took her to the bedroom and told her to lie down full length. Helen didn't need to be told about the wrist cuffs; she held her arms above her head ready and, as anticipated, they were soon attached to the headboard.
Sam then went to her chest of drawers and fetched out a couple or silken scarves. Whilst, knowing Sam's restricted budget, these were almost certainly made of something other than real silk they were still soft and gentle when tied around her ankles and, as the free ends were pulled behind the tailboard and tied together, they were certainly strong enough to ensure that Helen's legs were forced apart, right to the limit of what she could endure. What Helen wasn't expecting was what came next. Sam went back to her chest of drawers and, this time, fetched out a black velvet bag. From this she took out a blindfold of the sort supplied by airlines which, once fitted, left Helen in complete darkness. Then she was told to 'open wide' and she felt her mouth being filled by the rubbery taste of a gag, its ball forcing her jaws apart and reducing any attempts at speech to an incoherent gurgle. Next there was a tinkling sound and something was placed in Helen's hands. Sam explained that it was a bell which, when rung, would act like a safe word and Sam would return and unlock her instantly. The final touch was foam earplugs. Whilst these were not one hundred per cent effective they did muffle things considerably and added to the sense of disconnection.
Helen assumed that Sam had finished with the bondage and that the busy fingers she could feel playing with her nipples were all part of the tease but, once her nipples had become aroused, the fingers stopped and suddenly Helen felt her teats being pinched, gripped by something hard, something definitely not a finger, something that squeezed firmly enough to hurt without quite being unbearable. Then she felt Sam's fingers working on her vagina, pushing her lips apart, massaging the inner folds. She had just put two and two together when she felt another clip being fastened to her clitoris, another sudden spear of pain to join the two that came from her nipples. Then Sam kissed her gently on the forehead and left; Helen felt rather than heard the door close, she was all alone.
And then nothing, no light, no sound, Helen's whole world centred on the three points of fire that were her nipples and clitoris. With nothing to distract her time lost all meaning and she started to drift. In her mind her focus on the throbbing pain from her nipples and her clit started to grow; she became purely a sexual being, a being with wild desires and fantasies. She wanted to hide away, to cover her nakedness but she was being held, forced open, exposed, uncovered, showing her all to any who would care to look. Along with this came dreams, visions of torture, of being forced against her will to do the most degrading acts, acts which both sickened her and inflamed her desires.
Without warning she felt hands touching her, stroking her. The hands reached for her breasts and the rush of blood to her nipples as the clips were removed was far worse than the clips themselves had ever been. She knew that even more was to come when the other clip was removed from her clitoris but that didn't reduce the shock, didn't reduce the agony. She arched her back and cried out, her scream of pain muffled by the gag. She'd do anything, anything at all to ease the pain that screamed from her centre. She felt Sam's body holding her down, Sam's lips kissing her inflamed nipples, Sam's fingers probing between her legs. Sam wasn't being gentle but then Helen didn't want her to be. She was still lost in the fantasy, she was the slut, the whore, the harlot who needed to be violated, needed to be taken, needed to be raped. Almost immediately she felt her climax starting, she felt herself losing control. As hard as Sam's hand pumped inside her she pumped back, pushing her hips as much as she could, riding the storm, feeling the waves crash inside her until she could take no more and, completely exhausted, she collapsed back onto the bed and lay still, panting heavily around the constriction of the gag.
Immediately Sam went from brutal ravisher to gentle lover, holding her softly whilst removing the gag, the blindfold, the earplugs and ties and the cuffs. Once freed she took Helen and wrapped her in her arms, comforting her, kissing away the tears that fell like rain.
"Shhh... Shhh..." she comforted. "Seriously, Helen, are you OK?"
"That was... that was... so, so intense," Helen gasped. "I've never felt anything like that."
"Intense good or intense bad?" Helen queried.
"Intense fantastic," Helen assured her friend. "But please, Sam, enough for now. I don't think my nipples can take any more and, as for my front bottom..."
"Front bottom!" Sam laughed. "You are a one, but, yes, I'll leave your 'front bottom' alone, for a while at least."
"Thank you, Sam, thank you," Helen responded. "I seem to be saying that a lot recently, don't I?"
"You're very welcome." Sam replied. "Now, you've lain here long enough; we're wasting a beautiful day. Let's go out and feed the ducks in the park. You can wear your new dress."
"I suppose nipping next door for a pair of panties is out of the question?" Helen asked ruefully.
"You suppose correctly. Now come along, we'll share a shower."
Sam's idea of a trip to the park included a picnic lunch so, what with one thing and another, it was well gone eleven before they had got everything together. Helen wore the sun dress she had bought the day before, Sam put on shorts and a tee shirt and the two of them set off for the park. They weren't the only ones enjoying the sun and it was hard to find a quiet corner but they managed in the end, finding a spot in a dip in the ground which gave some privacy and, spreading out a blanket on the grass, they settled down to their lunch.
Maybe it was the bottle of wine they shared, maybe it was the warmth of the sunshine, but, after they had finished eating the conversation petered out and they both just lay there, lying on their sides, watching each other.
"God, you look gorgeous," Sam said eventually. Helen just smiled self-consciously.
"I mean it," Sam continued, "I could eat you up, right now. I'd start with your neck, just a little nibble, just there." Sam reached out and touched Helen just above her collarbone. "Shall I show you?"
"Sam, no, someone might see!" Helen replied.
"And if they do?" Sam returned, "where's the problem."
"I'm just not comfortable."
"Tough! I'm in charge here and don't you forget it." Sam leant forward and kissed Helen's neck just where she had indicated. Helen was torn; she had never been comfortable about kissing in public and, here, in the park, with another woman was just about the worst she could imagine but, and it was a big but, every touch from Sam nowadays seemed to have a sexual side and this kiss seemed to have found a nerve that was connected straight to her groin; somehow, she hadn't the heart to push her away.
"There, that wasn't so bad," Sam said when she came up for air. "Now, where shall I kiss next?"
"How about not kissing me anywhere, it's making me really nervous?" Helen replied anxiously.
"No, I don't think that's an option. I think we'll do the shoulders this time." Again the light flutter of Sam's lips against Helen's flesh sent little electric sparks thrilling through her body and, not being made of stone, she couldn't help but respond.
Sam was no fool, she kept the kisses chaste and discrete allowing Helen to respond in her own time and respond she did. Their growing passion drove away Helen's shyness and it wasn't long before they were kissing properly, lip-to-lip, tongue-to-tongue, and, lost in the clinch, Helen completely forgot that she was in a public place. When Sam pushed the shoulder strap of her dress to one side she did nothing to stop it, indeed, she even encouraged it; her nipples, still highly sensitive from their earlier abuse, craved attention. Indeed, she was so involved, so lost in the embrace, that she was totally unaware of the approaching dog until the ball fell between them followed by an overexcited and yapping Pekinese.
"Oh, I'm so sorry." The strident tones of the British upper middle class, middle-aged woman rang out. "Wuffles, come here Wuffles."
Helen and Sam sat up so as to disentangle themselves from the dog but as they did so the approaching matron saw both that they were two women and also Helen's dishevelled state. Her jaw dropped.
"Good God! What do you think you're doing? Out here in a public place! Have you no shame, no sense of decency? What if children saw you? You disgusting perverts!" she said, aghast. "I've a good mind to report you."
"Fuck off bitch!" Sam countered. "Fuck off and take your stupid dog with you."
"Don't you swear at me, young lady," the woman countered.
"Oh, just leave us alone," Sam returned.
There were a few moments of stand off before, with muttered phrases such as 'You've not heard the last of this.' and 'Revolting, right out in the open.' the woman strode off with Wuffles following, yapping around her heels. Sam could barely control her laughter but Helen was far from at ease with the situation.
"What if she does report us?" Helen asked, full of worry.
"For what? To whom?" Sam replied derisively. "This is the twenty-first century and if two girls want to make out in the park then no stupid old bat is going to stop them. Now, let's get back to what we were doing. Where were we?"
But, for all Sam's bravado Helen had been shaken to the core. Sure, Sam was right, they had broken no law, there was no one the woman could report them to but it wasn't the law that disturbed her. The incident had brought back home to her how much there were still certain sections of society who did disapprove and, worse still, how close to her some of those who disapproved were. She had been brought up to believe in 'God's Law', the strict tenets of the Old Testament and there was no doubting how the enforcers of those laws would feel. Just minutes before she had felt free, liberated, enjoying the closeness of another human being but that sense of freedom had been a fragile house of cards and now, as her self‑conscious shyness returned full blast, she felt dirty, perverted and her pantyless state was something shameful, not something joyful. She wanted, no needed, to get home, to hide herself away.
"I'm sorry, Sam, I can't," Helen said, pushing Sam off her.
"What? You're going to let an uptight old bat like that upset you? Oh, come on," Sam said, losing patience.
"It's not that," Helen replied, "it's just that... It's just that I don't think it's right, out here, out here in public."
"And what's not right about it?" Sam's hackles were rising. She'd fought enough battles over the years too let this one slip by.
"It just doesn't feel right. Please, Sam, I can't explain but, really, I can't relax, I feel like everyone's watching me."
"Can't relax? Won't relax, more likely," Sam said.
"Please, Sam, don't go on about it. It just doesn't feel right." Helen was nearly in tears.
"Oh, come along then, let's tidy up and feed the crumbs to the ducks." Sam said with a sigh, realising that the trip to the park really was over, that there would be no more kissing that afternoon.
They packed up the picnic and walked back, via the ducks, to Sam's house. All the time a heavy silence hung between them, the fun was gone leaving that difficult gap that neither knew how to fill. When they returned to the house it was no better, their easy companionship had turned into awkwardness, they each seemed to be in each other's way all the time and the smallest detail, like putting the picnic things away, became a burdensome task. With a heavy sigh Sam went to the living room, flopped down on the sofa and turned on the TV. Even then the paucity of Sunday afternoon viewing added to her despondency and, as she flicked from one channel to another, her mood got worse and worse.
"Sam, I think I'd best go home." Helen had come to a decision and she approached Sam. "I think I need an evening on my own, time to think things over."
"Think what over?" Sam snapped back, her frustration from the park had woken some evil demon inside her bringing with it a vicious anger. "Go on, tell me, what is there to 'think over'?"
"I don't know how I feel about..." Helen's nerves were shaken by Sam's anger.
"Feel about what? Go on, tell me."
"It's just... It's just... Sam, please, you know I like you, you know I care, but I'm not sure I can..."
"Not sure you can what?" Sam's anger was real now. Inside, deep, deep inside, Sam knew she was being a bitch, she knew she was hurting her friend but watching Helen retreat back to her entrenched prejudices was hurting her. Hadn't she spent the whole weekend pandering to her friend, helping her, encouraging her? She'd spent her last pennies on clothes for Helen and now it seemed that it was all being thrown back in her face.
"Do you know your problem?" Sam continued, her anger now in full flow. "You're scared of what you like. I know you're a lesbian who likes to have her bottom smacked; you know you're a lesbian who likes to have her bottom smacked; the difference between us is that you're scared to admit it, scared to admit what you really are. Go on say it, say 'I'm a lesbian.'"
"Sam!" Helen was shaken to the core. "Sam, I can't, I really can't. You know how I feel about that."
"Why, why can't you say it?" Sam was nearly shouting.
"Because it's wrong!" Helen shouted back. "I'm not like you; I'm not, I'm not!"
The words hung in the air, the room suddenly silent. I was Sam who spoke first.
"If that's how you feel you really had best go. Go on, get out, get out and don't come back Get out and take your sick little prejudices with you. Get out, get out!"
Helen bustled from the room and, with tears streaming down her face, ran to the door, grabbing her handbag on the way. Still shaking she fumbled for her keys, stumbled through the door to her house and flung herself on the sofa, sobbing as if her heart would break. Why, why had Sam been so harsh? Why couldn't she understand? Why had she let herself get into this situation? Suddenly she could see that it was all Sam's fault; Sam had led her astray, persuaded her into doing things she would never have countenanced on her own. She'd been weak and now she was paying the price.
On the other side of the dividing wall Sam fumed. How dare she? Didn't she know how hard the sisterhood had fought for acceptance and now she was throwing all that religious bullshit in her face again; surely they'd got past all that? Wrong! Wrong! How could she say that? How? How?
That night the two women slept in their separate beds, divided by nine inches of bricks and mortar and a whole mountain range of misunderstandings. |
Still Waters Ch. 05 | 5,101 | 4.71 | 1,855,426 | [
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] | *Welcome back.
I hope you are enjoying the story. This story won't be very long, but I'm not sure how many more chapters will be written. Just stick with me and we'll make it to the end.
AN: All characters are over 18.*
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Olivia Jackson was in a quandary. She was pregnant. She did not want a kid. Deacon was excited, happy, making plans for them, and she just wanted to be free. She suspected that her mom and dad knew something was wrong. *How could this be? It had only been a week. How could she get pregnant so fast?*
Olivia sighed. She had to do something. Deacon Pritchard was a fun loving guy, but now he was to serious, too intense. Since they learned of the pregnancy, he acted as if they would mate automatically. Olivia liked Deacon. They spent so much time together that she knew him inside out. But she was not ready for a mate. And she was sure Deacon Pritchard was not her mate. She found him attractive, but what woman wouldn't. She loved the attention he showered on her, and when they were alone, she'd just hold him close. But now, entering the dining hall where her family was waiting was not something she was ready to deal with.
"Deacon, I need you to back off." She whispered. "My dad won't like seeing you touch me."
Deacon smiled. "Your father will be alright. Because this makes you uncomfortable, I'll tone it down." He replied. Olivia sighed.
They entered the dining hall. Olivia tried to act as if nothing had changed, but Deacon kept touching her. He was subtle, but knowing her dad, he noticed. The last thing she wanted was to deal with her parents, especially her Dad.
"Olivia, sweetheart, we're over here." Lavinia called. Olivia looked up and smiled. She could not ignore her Mom. She and Deacon walked over to her parents.
"Deacon, please join us. We must talk." Jebutu added. He spoke calmly, but Olivia could tell this situation was tense. After watching Deacon touch his daughter, Jebutu felt rage. He wanted to snatch him up and pummel him, but he kept his temper in check.
Deacon smiled and they joined her parents.
"Mr. and Mrs. Jackson, thanks for inviting me over." Deacon stated sitting beside Olivia.
"Well, it seems you taken plenty of liberties, so we may as well invite you over." Jebutu hissed.
Lavinia smiled. "Deacon, how have you been? I know you came here for your brother. Are you ready to go back to Louisiana?"
Deacon smiled. Mrs. Jackson was really sweet, but he did not miss the subtle message. "Yes, Ma'am I do miss home. I was hoping to invite Olivia to join me for a visit."
Jebutu frowned, "She's not twenty-one and I won't allow it." He spoke.
"Daddy, please." Olivia whispered.
The twins looked up at their father's harsh tone. They shared a look. They looked at their sister and she looked worried. Mom looked scared. Something was going on here.
*Deacon do you need me?* Declan sent. He was not leaving his brother alone in this situation.
*I'm fine, go.* Deacon replied once more. Declan and Evangeline left. *Send if you need me.* Declan sent one last time.
Olivia did not eat. "Babe, you need to eat something." Deacon whispered.
Lavinia spoke. "You know what, I want a salad. Olivia, come with me. You can make a salad too." She suggested. The women left. Jebutu sat glaring at Deacon. This male planted his seed inside of his daughter. What made him think this was acceptable.
"Daddy, can we go sit with Akeemo and Uncle Ryelle? We'll behave." One of the twins stated, both wanting to get away from the tension at the table. Jebutu looked at his sons, temporarily breaking his stare at Deacon.
"Go, don't get into trouble." Jebutu ordered. The twins left, leaving the two males alone.
"She is too young, barely nineteen. I should beat your ass for even thinking about her, let alone touching her." Jebutu hissed.
Deacon bowed his head in submission. He had to be careful how he replied because the wrong thing and he'd have a pissed off father beating his behind.
"Sir, I understand that you are upset, but I want you to know that I care about Olivia." Deacon whispered, hoping to calm her dad.
"You care. You've been here a little over a week. Spent less than a day screwing her, but expect me to believe you love my daughter. You were just a squirrel searching for a nut, and she gave it to you. Unfortunately, there are serious consequences from that nut you busted in my daughter. I'll let Olivia decide what to do about this kid, but you will go home and get the hell away from my daughter. When the baby arrives, you can come see it, but Olivia is off limits to you."
Deacon was upset. He did not have the right to do this. "Jebutu are you alright?" Ryelle stated calmly, his eyes never leaving his older brother. "Deacon, why don't you join us at the alpha table and after dinner, we can go for a run and talk. Jebutu, you can join us if you can keep your temper in check."
"Thank you Alpha." Deacon stood and joined the alpha table as their guest.
"Jebutu, I don't know what's going on. But you must calm down." Ryelle whispered. "We'll talk about this later." He issued an alpha command forcing his brother to gain control over his emotions.
"You don't understand." Jebutu hissed.
"I know you love your family. I know that if you keep this up, it will turn violent. I know that you losing control is the last thing Lavinia needs to witness." Ryelle reminded him. Jebutu sobered immediately. He looked at his mate, and he felt down their bond. She was terrified. After tonight, he understood, but this situation had never happened to him before. Still, Lavinia did not need to be frightened.
"Fine, just keep him away from us for now." Jebutu hissed, glaring at Deacon. Ryelle nodded and returned to his family at their table. He shared a look with Damian, a silent message that they must keep an eye on Jebutu.
Olivia and Lavinia returned to the table where Deacon no longer sat. Jebutu was silent. He looked at his daughter, pure disappointment fill his eyes. She dropped her head. Her father was disappointed in her. She was shamed.
"We'll discuss this at home. You will move back in with your mother and me tonight." Jebutu stated, his tone brooking no argument. Olivia simply nodded in agreement. Jebutu ate in silence as he glared at the young male seated at his brother's table.
In all of her years, her father never looked at her with such disgust and anger in his eyes. Olivia knew what she needed to do. She caused this shame, and she needed to take care of it. Deacon was returning to Wildwood with his brother tomorrow. She'd go to the city to the clinic. Neither of their lives needed to be stopped because of one careless night. She'd see the doctor and once and for all, her father would no longer be ashamed.. She'd let Deacon know her decision, she'd make him see logic. After tomorrow, he had no need to return to Jackson. She would not bring this shame onto her father.
Deacon felt a sense of dread. Something had changed. *Olivia!* something was not right. He looked up. She sat and ate, but he could not stop the feeling of doom that took root in his soul.
*Olivia!* he thought needing to speak with her now, but knowing that it was not possible. Dinner ended, and Deacon walked over to the Jackson family table. He needed to speak with Olivia, because something was not right.
"Olivia, what's going on?" Olivia looked away from him. Deacon touched her arm. "I know you're upset, but we can work through this. Let's talk when we get to your apartment." He added. Olivia did not respond. His sense of dread grew. He looked at her, and somehow he knew. "I get the feeling that you might do something..." He was cut off.
"Get away from my daughter. If I ever catch you near her again, even the alpha won't stop me the next time. " Jebutu barked. He faced Olivia, "Come, let's get your things. You're coming home." He faced Deacon once more. "You need to pack. You return home tomorrow. My daughter is not your concern." Jebutu walked off.
Deacon had enough. "Mr. Jackson, I understand you're upset, but you are wrong. Olivia is my concern and we need to talk."
Jebutu turned on a dime, fury rolling off of him in waves. This young man had the gall to address him, and thought he had rights where Olivia was concerned. Jebutu advanced on Deacon, but Deacon did not back down. At no point did he become aggressive, but he did not back down either.
Damian intervened and caught his brother. Jebutu was furious, but Deacon had one more thing to say. "If this was your child, would you just walk away. Would you allow someone to force you from his life?"
Jebutu froze. That was exactly what happened to him decades ago. He was denied the right to raise his child. He sobered. He could not allow this to happen to this young man. As angry as he was, he would not force this man to walk away from his child.
"Deacon, it's best if you go to your apartment. Now is not the time to discuss this with my brother." Damian added calmly.
Deacon looked at Olivia. She wore no expression on her face. He spoke to her directly. "I'll be back in a week. Please don't do anything drastic. We can talk when I get back."
Olivia did not respond. Lavinia looked at her daughter. She put her arm around her. "Come Olivia, let's go." They left leaving Jebutu with his brother.
Olivia looked down the road, where she saw Deacon walking home alone. She hated to have to do this, but this child would destroy her father. She would not allow that to happen. Besides, when Deacon met his true mate, he'd be grateful that he did not have an extra cub to worry about.
Lavinia walked with Olivia to her apartment. She did not say anything. She knew her daughter was dealing with a lot and she would come to her if she needed to. As Olivia packed an overnight bag, Lavinia wandered around the small space. "Olivia is this something you want to do?" Lavinia asked.
Olivia looked at her mother. She really did not want to move back home, but to keep her father happy she would. "Momma, right now, it's for the best." She whispered. Lifting her bag, she returned to her parent's home. She missed Deacon. Since they learned about the baby, he never left her side. He would have been here tonight, but her father's reaction rendered a different action. Needing to know that he was ok, Olivia called. Deacon picked up on the first ring.
"I'm sorry about my dad. He is just a dad, I guess." Olivia apologized.
"Olivia, he is a dad, but I'm a dad too. I know you're scared, but wait for me to come back. We can both talk to him. Once he calms down, I'm sure we can work something out." Deacon explained.
Olivia sighed. "There's nothing to work out Deacon. I'm not having it."
Deacon froze, "What? What did you just say?"
Olivia gulped. She'd never heard him sound so angry. "I'm not having it."
"Olivia listen to me. Don't do anything to harm the baby ok." He whispered. Olivia did not respond. "Olivia, answer me. Promise you won't do something you'll regret." Deacon demanded.
Olivia started to promise, but she simply told the truth. "Deacon, we don't need this. I'm not ready, and you live thousands of miles away. A baby is not what either of us need. Tomorrow when you leave, I'm taking care of this problem."
Deacon paused, his heart pounding. "You can't do this. If you do this Olivia, I will never forgive you."
Olivia gasped. "Well, it's good that we never have to see each other again. Good bye Deacon." She hang up. Deacon was stunned. She was getting rid of it. His child would not be given the chance to live.
Declan rushed to his brother. "What is it, Deacon? What's wrong?' he demanded.
"She's aborting. She doesn't want the baby. When I go home tomorrow, she's having the procedure done." Deacon took a breath. "I tried to talk her out of it Declan, She wouldn't listen. That's my kid. How can she just..." Deacon sat down, shaking.
Declan didn't know a lot but his whole life he looked out for two people, Alexia and his brother. *Alpha Ryelle, please talk to Olivia. I know this was not planned, but my brother has rights here. Please don't allow Olivia to abort their child. My brother will be back, I promise. Some kind of arrangements can be made. I know she may be scared, but this is his baby too.* Declan sent.
Ryelle awoke immediately. Olivia was pregnant and Deacon was the father. Now he understood Jebutu's reaction. His brother was fiercely overprotective of his niece. This was an issue that they needed to address as a family. "Tasha, love, wake up. I've learned something new." He whispered to his mate.
Tasha woke. She knew instantly that something serious was going on. Ryelle took a deep breath and relayed Declan's message. Tasha got up immediately; she had to talk to her niece. *Olivia and Lavinia come see me first thing.* She sent. If what Ryelle said was true, then that explained a lot.
Soon the sun rose and he called to Jebutu. Jebutu joined his brother and they talked. "He took advantage of my daughter, Ryelle. In a moment of grief, this man used her. She had no idea what was going on." Jebutu vented.
Ryelle listened. "Deacon leaves in a few hours. You must talk to him Jebutu. Don't leave it like this." Ryelle implored.
"I have nothing to say to him. He is dung to me. He is worse than dung." Jebutu took a deep breath. "Deacon Pritchard can vanish from this earth."
"Jebutu, you don't mean that. You know he is a decent man. Go talk to him." Ryelle commanded.
Jebutu walked over to the Commons and asked for Deacon. Both Deacon and Declan came out. Evangeline stood in the back looking worried. This was their pack, but if Jebutu came after Deacon, her mate would fight with his brother. What did that mean for them?
Jebutu took a deep breath. "Ryelle contacted me this morning. He feels we need to talk."
Deacon nodded. "Declan, it's fine. Go to breakfast. I'll join you in a few minutes." Declan left. "Mr. Jackson, when I leave. I won't be back to see Olivia. I'll come see my brother and Evangeline, but your daughter will not be bothered by me anymore."
"Wait one damn minute. You plan to abandon my daughter to raise your child on her own. What kind of cowardice is this?" Jebutu demanded.
Deacon swallowed, "According to Olivia, at this time tomorrow morning, there won't be a child to worry about." He swallowed, as tears formed in his eyes. "She plans to abort. She has made up her mind and will not be dissuaded."
Jebutu stepped back. "Wait, when did she tell you this?"
"Last night. Look sir, I mean no disrespect, but I'm done. She will kill my child, and there isn't a damn thing I can do to stop her. You wanted me to stay away from her. Then I will do so gladly. If she does this, I never want to see her again. Now if you don't mind, please leave me alone. I won't bother you again." Deacon walked away. Jebutu was frozen.
"Wait!" Jebutu called. "You just stood there and agreed to this?" Jebutu demanded.
Deacon stopped. He turned to face this angry father. Fury like he had never known filled his soul. "You think I want this. You think I told her to do this. We've known about this child for five days and I have done nothing but try to reassure Olivia. No sir, this is a decision she has made on her own. My opinion does not matter." Deacon closed his eyes, his heart ripped in two. "I want him. I want my son, but it's her body. She gets to make the choice and she doesn't want a child with me. She doesn't have to raise him. I will, but she won't even let him be born. She is not ready to be a mom. What else do you want me to do?" Deacon walked away and went back inside. Jebutu was frozen. He knew exactly how Deacon felt. Jebutu walked home. Lavinia and the twins were there, and Olivia was up. He sat. He needed to talk with his daughter. She would not harm his grandson.
"Jebutu, Olivia and I need to talk with Tasha. Take the boys with you to breakfast." Lavinia whispered.
Jebutu froze and faced his daughter. "Did he tell me the truth? Is this your decision?" he asked.
Olivia looked at her dad, her eyes wide and terrified, "Yes, he told the truth." Then she left with her mother.
Jebutu fell into his chair. He knew that he somehow forced his daughter into making this terrible decision. He needed to find a way to fix this. Deacon Prichard would have a chance to raise his son.
\*\*\*\*\*
Ryelle arranged transport to the airport for the small group. Evangeline shared a tearful goodbye with her Mom and her niece and nephew. Soon they boarded the small plane back to Shreveport. Evangeline was nervous. Deacon kissed her gently. "You'll love Mom and Dad. They are so excited to meet you.
Evangeline smiled and relaxed. Declan held her in his arms. Deacon was quiet. His heart was breaking into millions of pieces. He should have stayed at Jackson. The Alphas would understand. He closed his eyes and prayed that Olivia did not do this evil thing.
The fight was easy and in a hour or so, they arrived at the airport at Shreveport. Evangeline was nervous. Her stomach felt as if a swarm of butterflies had taken up residence. "Evangeline, it's going to be fine. Come on." Deacon followed them from the plane. He needed to see the alphas. After reporting in, he just wanted time away.
A car arrived to take them to Wildwood. The three climbed in and were excited to be heading home. Evangeline was fascinated by the city. The architecture was beautiful. She had often red stories about this place, but seeing the city for the first time gave her a thrill. Declan told her stories about the city's rich history.
"We're home." The theta that was driving stated. They stopped in front of the alpha home. Tia and Dallas were there. They were anxious to meet their new daughter. Deacon exited first. Lakota knew instantly that something was wrong. *Deacon, my office.* Lakota sent. Deacon nodded.
Meanwhile, Tia was being introduced to Evangeline. "Welcome to the family, Evangeline. I am so happy to finally meet you." Tia added.
Evangeline smiled, "Thank you, Mrs. Pritchard. I am honored..." Tia laughed. "Call me Mom, none of that Mrs. Pritchard garbage." She stated smiling. This girl was adorable, and Tia loved her already. Her son was a blessed young man.
Evangeline laughed, "Ok, Mom"
Dallas laughed, "Hell, I've always wanted a daughter, seems like I got lucky and inherited a beauty." He hugged Evangeline. "Welcome home sweetheart. Now I know y'all re members of Jackson, but Wildwood is your home too."
Evangeline smiled, and then she met the alphas. They were kind and she was amazed. This pack had four alphas and they worked together seamlessly.
"Evangeline, welcome! " A shrill voice called from the door. Evangeline looked up, as Alexis barreled in, grabbing her in a bear hug.
"Alexia, hey! It's so good to see you." Evangeline declared and she meant it.
"Come on, let's get you settled. Then I can show you around. Oh, I'm sorry. Do you all mind?" Alexia as, realizing the others may have had plans.
Alpha Madam Margret laughed. "Alexia, Evangeline will be visiting a few weeks, let's allow her time tonight to get to know her family." She suggested. Alexia dropped her head. She was actually embarrassed.
"Hey, it's ok. We'll talk, later, ok" Evangeline whispered. Alexia laughed. Soon the group relaxed as the alphas prepared to introduce their guest to the pack. Evangeline went with the madam alphas and Tia. The ladies talked. As they talked, they smiled as someone joined them.
"Ms. Lexi, hi" Evangeline greeted Lexi because she was so happy to see her.
"Evangeline, love you are radiant. " Lexi replied. "I'm so sorry to hear about your Dad. How's Bertha?"
Evangeline smiled, "Momma is OK, Ms. Lexi. She's strong."
Lexi nodded. During her visit, she met Bertha DuPont. Despite the woman's cool demeanor, she saw the heart of a woman that would give her all for her loved ones.
Evangeline smiled. "Ms. Lexi, you should call. She'd love to hear from you."
Lexi smiled, "I will. Now, as soon as you are settled, you have to visit me and meet my Boaz."
Evangeline smiled and Declan beamed. Deacon excused himself, and Dallas was concerned. He excused himself and went to find his oldest son. Declan and Evangeline met several pack members and they loved his new mate instantly.
"Come on Evangeline, let's get you settled. You're staying with us tonight. Tomorrow night, Alpha Levin will give you a private apartment. Deacon, stay here with your dad. Evangeline is tired." Tia explained, and the two left.
Evangeline was nervous. She had no idea how to approach a conversation with her mate's mother. Tia said something that made Evangeline stumble.
"I used to be a hooker." Tia blurted out.
Evangeline froze. "What? When?"
"When I was younger, human, I had no choice. It was the only way to survive." Tia explained.
Evangeline was confused. "Why are you telling me this?" She asked.
Tia stopped walking. She looked around. "I want you to know that we are all the same here. No one is better than anyone else. I'm no different from you or the next person, so you don't have to be nervous around me."
Evangeline relaxed. "So Declan tells me you are a nurse."
Tia smiled, "No, I am the head of nursing at Bayou Medical Center. I actually monitor all of the nurses on staff."
Evangeline smiled. She liked her new mother immediately. They were a lot alike. At her job, she too was often more qualified than people in many of the positions. Evangeline sobered. "I quit my job."
Tia kept walking. "Good, they didn't deserve you anyway. Now you can do what you really want to be doing."
Evangeline stopped. That sounded a lot like what momma was trying to tell her. "Come on, Evangeline. Dallas and Declan will be home shortly, and then we won't have a chance to talk." Tia called. Evangeline smiled and joined her new mom.
Meanwhile, Declan and Dallas left to find Deacon. Declan didn't say anything, because he'd rather wait to see if Deacon would tell their dad the truth.
Dallas waited, "One of you tell me what's going on." He demanded.
Declan and Deacon shared a look. "Dad, I got a girl pregnant at Jackson." Deacon confessed.
Dallas paused. "Deacon, are you sure. I thought Fair Weres could not get someone pregnant?"
Deacon sighed, "Momma isn't white. So that makes me mixed. Anyway, she isn't keeping it. She'll abort later in the morning."
Dallas was frozen. "You agreed to this?" He demanded
Deacon looked forlorn. "Dad, she decided. She doesn't care how I feel."
Dallas was speechless. *Love what's wrong?* Tia sent.
*I'll tell you when I get home. We need to talk to the alphas.* Dallas replied.
The three men went to the alpha home and Lakota talked with them. Lakota called Ryelle, and the alpha confirmed Deacon's story. "Thank you, Alpha Ryelle, Deacon will be back at Jackson post haste. Have someone pick him up.
Dallas stood. "Alpha, I'm going with him."
Lakota took a deep breath. "Dallas, maybe we should..."
Dallas spoke. "This man threatened my son. His daughter has decided to harm my grandchild. I am not sending my son to deal with these people alone. I'm going with him."
Lakota nodded. "Talk with Tia. If she agrees, then your flight leaves in an hour."
*Tia, I'm going to Jackson with Deacon. I won't let this girl kill our grandchild* Dallas sent.
*Dallas, watch your temper, and be safe.* Tia replied. She knew that once her mate decided to protect his children, nothing and no one would stop him.
Dallas and Deacon flew to Jackson.
"Jebutu, Deacon will be here within the hour. What do you want me to do?" Ryelle asked.
Jebutu sighed, "Get him to that clinic. He needs to stop her. This is his child and he needs to fight for him. Olivia is making a terrible mistake."
Ryelle nodded. "Jebutu, I know this is hard on you, but this is the right thing to do." Ryelle whispered.
Jebutu nodded. Decades ago, Cecily took his son from him. He never knew that he had a child. He would not allow his daughter to do the same thing to another man. If she didn't want the baby, then she could allow his father to raise him.
*The end of chapter 5
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"Stocking Tales": Face Full of Cum | 1,474,700 | 4.63 | 1,023,505 | [
"stockings",
"teacher",
"facial",
"cum",
"romance",
"submissive",
"pantyhose",
"oral",
"wedding",
"student"
] | **Summary:** A teacher and an ex-student fall for each other.
**Note 1:** A special thanks to my beautiful girl next door model who is anything but the girl next door internet sensation both in photo and video Kelly Anderson (aka Housewife Kelly).
**Note 2:** Photos from the following sets were used to create this fantasy tale: "Office Slut", "Cock Break", "Working Wife", "Real Estate Agent Fucks for a Sale", "Working Wife", and "Sex Tax Lady" and were used with permission of **HOUSEWIFE KELLY.**
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**"Stocking Tales": A Face Full of Cum**
<img src="/images/illustratedstories/2015/2015_01/silkstockingslover_stocking-tales-face-full-of-cum01.jpg" height="484" width="224" align="left" />Kelly looked in the mirror as she finished getting ready for work. Although today's young teachers dressed casually, some even considering Lulu Lemon yoga pants as acceptable professional fashion, Kelly believed in the more traditional skirt, blouse, pantyhose or stockings, and heels. She strongly believed that to gain the respect of her very opinionated senior students, she had to earn it. A mixture of a strong personality, professional attire, and compassion for all, built that sense of respect or trust. She rarely had discipline problems and her students genuinely, for the most part, enjoyed being in her class, even if the students didn't always like the subject itself.
Kelly also wasn't naive...she knew that her big firm 36C breasts and her well-toned legs drew a lot of attention from the boys in her class, as well as some of the girls. She liked the attention. She also knew that many of the boys talked about fucking her in the locker room; Coach Walter had told her so many times. "You are killing my team, Ms. Anderson," he joked, "all they talk about is did you see what Ms. Anderson was wearing today or worse."
Kelly quipped playfully to the handsome but married football coach, "And what would the worse be?"
"It is not for the ears of a lady," the handsome coached smiled.
The sexy teacher smiled, "If you knew the real me you wouldn't call me a lady."
"Let's just say you are the star of many of the boys' wet fantasies," the coach revealed.
Kelly knew some of the boys noticed her legs, or her breasts, but she never had put much thought into them jerking because of her. It should have repulsed her, or at the very least had her dress less sexy, but instead it got her off. She started dressing more provocatively at school, not slutty by any means, but she would go without underwear, or wear thigh high stockings instead of pantyhose and had even recently purchased a pair of crotchless pantyhose. Dressing naughty underneath her professional attire was her secret rebellion against the prototype teacher stereotype.
Putting on her glasses, Kelly looked at herself one more time, her stocking tops just barely hidden by her skirt, and headed to work feeling sexy and beautiful, slowly forgetting the recent harsh break-up with her boyfriend of over two years.
Thinking about the break-up still made Kelly sad. She had thought she was going to marry Kevin. He was handsome, had a good job, was a great provider, and had a similar ferocious sexual appetite, at least at first. But as he climbed the corporate ladder at work, he was gone more and more and eventually his priorities shifted from Kelly first to his job first. Kelly didn't notice it at first, but as the shift occurred, the sex happened less, with much less creativity and passion than their first intense year. That said, Kelly was still surprised when he said it was over. He didn't give her a good reason, just the standard, 'It's not you, it's me' line which is just the chicken-shit way of taking no responsibility for the relationship.
Kelly hadn't had sex with a man in over a month, and although her large box of toys did the job in theory, it wasn't the same as the intimacy and touch of a man. The heat of a kiss, the warmth of a body on her and the thrill of a cock inside her was not possible to recreate with any toy and she missed it immensely. She had a ferocious sexual appetite and a month felt like an eternity to her.
Thus, the attention from Kelly's younger students was validation of her sexuality as she went through her depressing dry spell. At thirty, the biological clock was just starting to tick, a time bomb reminder that her window for starting a family was slowly getting smaller.
She shook her head to erase the sad memory when she arrived at work as if her head was an etch-a-sketch. Putting on her teacher persona, she took a deep breath and headed into school.
.....
Some woman eat after bad a break-up, others dive into their career, others get revenge, Kelly decided to renovate her basement, slowly attempting to eradicate any evidence of her past.
Kelly called a local contractor and was to meet with him right after school. A chaotic day at school had her five minutes late for meeting him. She pulled into her driveway and saw a truck waiting for her.
The pretty teacher quickly got out of the car and walked over to the guy leaning against the side of the truck. She stopped a few feet away. "No way, Chris Gunnerson, is that you?"
A handsome young man looked up with this trademark smile. "Yes it is, Ms. Anderson, long time, no see."
"Indeed," Kelly said, walking over and shaking hands with a student she had taught back in her first year of teaching seven years ago. "Well, what a pleasant surprise!"
Chris agreed. When he had gotten the call from her, a flood of memories had come flashing back to him as he reminisced about the daily stroke sessions he had back in his senior year. Besides being funny, beautiful and intelligent, she also wore pantyhose every day which was his personal fetish. The amount of times she dangled her heel while sitting on top of her desk had him constantly distracted, his cock constantly hard and his mind constantly creating naughty fantasies.
*Chris flashed back to the most constant fantasy from his past, an after school rendezvous:*
***"Ms. Hamilton, I just do not understand how the motivation of Hamlet is believable." I said, just finding lame excuses to spend alone time with her, clinging to the long shot that she would be into me.
"What exactly do you not understand, Mr. Gunnerson?" she asked, her sweet, girl next door smile making me weak at the knees. I also loved how she always called me Mr., as if we were on the same standing.
"Well, he seems unrealistically weak," I explained, which I did believe.
"How so?" she asked, playing with her hair the same way girls my age did to hint they were interested in me.
"W-w-well," I stammered, "If my father was killed I would avenge his death instantly, not mope around like a pus..." I stopped catching myself.
"A what?" she teased, her smile widening with a hint of playfulness.
"A pussy," I finished.
"And a pussy would be?" she asked, uncrossing her legs in what felt like slow motion, her skirt riding way up.
I stared like the eighteen year old horny pervert I was, completely mesmerized by her black nylon legs. I gasped as I saw the top of her stockings and realized she was not wearing pantyhose, but thigh high stockings.
"What is wrong, Mr. Gunnerson?" she asked, her smile dripping with knowledge of what she was doing to me.
I babbled, "N-n-nothing, I-um-just."
"So if I am correct, you are arguing that Hamlet can't just go ahead and take control of his fate. Is that true, Mr. Gunnerson?" she asked, leaning back, revealing she was wearing a sexy bra.
"Y-y-yes, exactly, he doesn't go for the kill," I stammered, trying to look intelligent as I blathered on.
"Could you go for the kill, if the opportunity arose?" my pretty teacher asked, now revealing way more of her body than was socially acceptable for a teacher.
"I-I-I..." I stuttered, completely overwhelmed by my teacher's sexual innuendo.
"Could you take control of your fate?" she continued, as she leaned forward allowing her fluffy white breasts to almost pop out at me like a 3D movie.
"Y-y-yes," I replied, although I suddenly realized how Hamlet could be so indecisive. The apple was right there, ripe to bite, I could literally taste the juiciness, yet I couldn't open my mouth.
"How long have you been considering, yet not following through, Mr. Gunnerson?" my stocking-clad fantasy teacher asked. "Even though Hamlet took a long time planning, he eventually executed it, didn't he?"
Was she telling me I should take a big bite out of the apple? Was she challenging me to take control of this moment of intimacy? Was she willing to cross the invisible line of teacher and student?
Answering her question, trying to confirm without a doubt that we were talking about the same thing, like Hamlet did before following through with his full throttle revenge, I replied, "Since the first day of class and every day since."
Her smile dripping with sweet sexiness, her tone teasing with flirtatious fun, she challenged, "That is a long time to let things simmer below the surface. You know that is what Hamlet did and that didn't go so well for him did it?"
"No," I said, frozen in indecisiveness.
"Imagine if Hamlet would have been more aggressive, maybe he could have got everything he wanted, including the girl," Ms. Anderson continued, making it clear she was willing to cross the invisible line, as she leaned back in her chair, putting her feet on her desk and allowing her breasts to break free from their blouse prison.
I tried to make a joke. "Well, he did get Ophelia."
"He did indeed, and could have had her over and over and over again if he would have been more aggressive in taking what he wanted."
Building a bit of confidence I countered, "Ophelia always did what she was told, did she not?"
"Yes, she was a very good girl, yet she wanted to be bad," Ms. Anderson retorted, her tone dripping with implication as she stood up and sauntered over to me, her breasts like two headlights coming right at me.
Suddenly confident I wouldn't be rebuked, I replied with a question, "Is Ms. Anderson a lot like Ophelia?"
"Well I am a good girl," she smiled, her hand going to my fully erect cock. "But, I also can be a very, very bad girl."
Going for broke, I put my hand on her shoulders and gently lowered her onto her black stocking-clad knees. As hoped, she didn't resist but looked at me playfully from her submissive position. "And what does Hamlet want Ophelia to do?"
"Pull out my cock, Ms. Anderson," I ordered.
"I love a man who knows what he wants," she smiled, fishing out my cock from my jeans. My fully erect cock ready for action, my English teacher purred, "Hmmmm, you have a very impressive sword, Mr. Gunnerson."
"You know what to do with such an impressive weapon, don't you?" I questioned, my confidence growing.
"That I do," she purred, opening her mouth and extending her tongue around my cockhead.
Watching my fantasy become reality, I let out a moan as her tongue swirled around, a tempting tease.
"Can you deep throat my sword?" I asked, desperate to see my beautiful teacher bobbing back and forth on my fully loaded weapon.
<img src="/images/illustratedstories/2015/2015_01/silkstockingslover_stocking-tales-face-full-of-cum02.jpg" height="263" width="371" />
"Is that a demand?" she smiled, sucking on my mushroom top and slowly moving back, a loud plop occurring as her suction-cup lips released my cock.
"Yes, Ms. Anderson," I said.
"Tell me, sexy, what do you want your teacher to do?" she asked, slowly flicking her tongue on my cock.
"Be a bad girl, Ms. Anderson and suck my cock like a hungry little slut" I ordered, pushing the boundary with some name-calling.
She looked up at me and asked, "You want your teacher to be your slut?"
"No," I said, tapping my cock on her lips, "You will be my cocksucking teacher, won't you my teacher slut?"
She moaned as she agreed by taking all of my cock in her mouth. After the early tease, this time she bobbed on my cock with reckless hunger. I watched in glorified awe at the reality I was living, having my beautiful teacher becoming my personal cocksucker.
Not surprisingly, I didn't last long as I moaned, "I'm about to come."
<img src="/images/illustratedstories/2015/2015_01/silkstockingslover_stocking-tales-face-full-of-cum03.jpg" height="423" width="303" align="left" />She pulled my cock out of her mouth and pumped furiously and opened her mouth wide. "Does Hamlet want to come on Ophelia?"
"God, yes," I grunted, shooting rope after rope of cum on my kneeling teacher.
"Oh yes, baby," she moaned, as I coated her beautiful face.
Once spent, she sat up and looked up at me, our eyes meeting. I couldn't believe I had just shot my load all over my fantasy teacher. Smiling, taking her cum covered glasses off, she naughtily scooped my cum from her glasses and face and slowly put it to her mouth. "Hmmmm," she moaned as if my cum brought her to orgasm.*** .....
"I thought it might be you when we talked on the phone, but I wasn't sure," Chris replied, pushing his recurring high school fantasy aside, even though she looked as radiant and sexy as she did all those years ago.
"Well it is me," Kelly shrugged, as she noticed just how well her ex-student had developed over the years. "Come inside and take a look at what we discussed yesterday on the phone."
Chris followed behind, watching his ex-teacher's ass sway so perfectly from side to side, being pulled in as if looking at a hypnotist's watch.
Once downstairs, Kelly explained what she wanted done. Chris took notes and gave a quick appraisal of the cost. "Ms. Anderson," Chris began.
"Please call me Kelly," the beautiful teacher replied.
"Kelly," Chris continued, "Because you were such an awesome teacher and an inspiration, I will give you my best possible rate."
Kelly smiled, wondering how she could be an inspiration based on her teaching English and him ending up in the trades. "No, no, you don't have to do that."
"I insist," Chris replied, writing down a number and handing it to her.
Kelly looked at the paper and said, "That's it? How are you going to make any money? That is a third of the price our construction teacher suggested it would be."
"Is old Mr. Hammerton still there?" Chris asked, always finding it hilariously ironic that the construction teacher was named Hammerton.
"Yep, it's his last year," Kelly replied.
"Well, he would be correct, but I insist on doing this for you," Chris said.
"But you will be doing it practically for free," Kelly countered.
"No, no, I will still be okay, but at that price I will have to do it in the evenings," Chris explained.
"Well, if you're sure," Kelly said.
"I am."
"Then you're hired," Kelly announced, offering her hand. "When can you start?"
"Tomorrow if you want," Chris said, eager to see her again and again. By doing it at night it would take longer and she would more likely be home then during the day when she would obviously be at work.
"Sounds great," Kelly said.
Chris would have liked to stay, but he had another job to estimate. "I would love to catch up, but I have one more estimate for the boss. I will be here around six."
"Sure," Kelly agreed, "but don't eat first. I will make you supper before you start working."
"You don't have to," Chris said, although he loved the idea.
"I insist," the beautiful teacher replied. "It is the least I can do. Plus, we need to catch up."
Plans made, Kelly hugged Chris goodbye and Chris couldn't help but notice the firm breasts against his chest; likewise, Kelly couldn't help notice the stiff erection that brushed her leg. Both left with just a planted seed of what could be....
.....
That night, Kelly lay in bed horny from a lack of sex and the realization of just how hot Chris had become. He was a handsome kid when she taught him, but he had grown into a startlingly rugged man with muscles everywhere. Her hand went to her needy cunt as she fantasized not about Chris, as he was her ex-student and thus off limits, but back to Craig, a college boyfriend, who first saw through her strong façade and pulled out her submissive side.
Although Kelly was a control freak and a no nonsense teacher with high expectations, she also had another side. The stress of teaching often caused her great tension, and once she got home she wanted to let go. In the bedroom, she was the submissive and her boyfriend the dominant. Although she loved getting fucked, there was nothing better than having a cock in her mouth. She loved the silent power she had when she was on her knees pleasing a man, while, ironically, still subservient to him. Although Craig fucked her sometimes, maybe once a week, (he loved to withhold orgasms from her; even though she was expected to suck his cock daily), he also loved to cum all over her pretty face before allowing her the privilege of tasting his cum.
As she rubbed herself, she recalled the first time he took control:
***"Studying again?" Craig sighed, as he grabbed himself a drink.***
***"I need to get a ninety on this test," I sighed, always annoyed how he didn't understand that I was a perfectionist when it came to my grades.***
***"Well, dressed like that, it's obvious you're wanting some cock," he said, surprising me.***
***"Excuse me?" I asked, surprised by his aggressive tone. We had been dating a couple of months, and he had never said anything like that before, although he was a rather blunt person.***
***"You dress like a slut, I'm going to treat you like a slut," he said.***
***"I wore the thigh highs for you," I pointed out, knowing he loved the sexy lingerie.***
***"Dressing to please, like a good slut," he nodded before ordering me, "Stand up!"***
***Part of me wanted to slap him in the face, yet another part of me was turned on by his dominant behaviour...so I obeyed.***
***He smiled, "I thought so."***
***"You thought so, what?" I asked, his smug tone pissing me off, even as my pussy began to dampen.***
***"You're submissive," he accused.***
<img src="/images/illustratedstories/2015/2015_01/silkstockingslover_stocking-tales-face-full-of-cum04.jpg" height="584" width="265" align="left" />***"I'm not," I protested.***
***"Lift up that skirt and show me that ass of yours," he ordered.***
***"Really?" I asked.***
***"Now!" he firmly demanded.***
***I again obeyed.***
***"Now look at me," he instructed.***
***I did, feeling sheepish, humiliated and horny as hell.***
***"What are you?" he asked.***
***"Your girlfriend," I answered.***
***"My slut," he corrected.***
***"Please," I began, but he cut me off.***
***"Thigh highs, no panties, red fuck me heels and a mini skirt," he listed, "you're obviously dressed to please."***
***"Yes, for you, baby," I admitted.***
***"Knees," he ordered.***
***"Here?" I asked, all our fucking so far being in my bedroom, except for a blow job once in his car while he drove.***
***"No, outside," he sarcastically quipped.***
***I dropped to my knees.***
***"Show me those tits," he continued.***
***"These tits?" I smiled, as I unbuttoned my blouse, getting pulled into his sexy game.***
***"Good, slut," he nodded, "now tell me what you want, slut."***
***I moaned, undeniably turned on, "Hmmmm, baby, I want that big cock of yours."***
***"Now look up like the cock hungry slut you are and give me your best 'I'm a cock hungry slut who wants to be face fucked' expression," he ordered, his words so nasty and yet so true.***
***"You love sucking my cock, don't you?" he said, squeezing his cock through his jeans.***
***"Yes, baby," I purred, my mouth literally watering at the opportunity to have his big, juicy cock in my mouth.***
***"Beg, slut," he demanded.***
***I wasn't used to this. Our sex up to now had been borderline dull, but I loved this new side of him. "Oh baby, let me suck your big cock."***
***"Is that the best you got?" he asked.***
***Wanting to please him, to impress him, I begged, "Oh baby, let your slutty girlfriend deep throat that cock of yours until you cum all over my face. Or maybe you want to face fuck me so your balls bounce off my chin."***
***"That's better, now get to work, I got to meet the boys for a basketball game in a few," he ordered.***
***My inner slut awakened, I quickly unfastened his belt and fished out his semi-hard cock. I took it in my mouth and, unlike most times when I went slow and let it grow in my mouth, I sucked him like a slut. I bobbed back and forth, each forward movement taking more of his six and a half inch cock in my mouth.***
***He groaned, "That's it, slut, suck it, take it all in those pretty cocksucking lips of yours."***
***I moaned on his cock in response, desperately wanting to get him off, to indeed be his slut.***
***It wasn't more than two minutes before he pulled out and ordered, "Open wide."***
***I quickly tossed my glasses aside, getting cum off them always a pain, and opened my mouth ready to taste his cum. In our brief relationship, I had quickly learned his two fetishes were nylons and facials, although apparently calling me names could now be added to his list.***
***He furiously pumped his beautiful cock, as I began rubbing myself like the orgasm craving slut I had apparently become.***
***Soon his cum rocketed out of his missile and onto me. The first shot hit me in the eye, before getting some on my lips, chin, neck and tits.***
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***"Lick those lips and let me see how much you love my cum," he ordered.***
***I again obeyed, wanting to be his slut.***
***"This is just the beginning," he promised, as he put his cock away. "And no touching that cunt of yours without permission.***
***I immediately stopped, even though my pussy was on fire.***
***"Good, slut," he said, smugly. "Now go back and study, I would hate for you to fail your test."***
***Reluctantly, shocked he was stopping me from having an orgasm, I stood up and obeyed.***
"Yessssssssssss," Kelly screamed, as her orgasm hit her hard.
Recovering from her orgasm, she wished she could have a fuck buddy, someone to help her with her cum withdrawal.
.....
It was a long day for Kelly at school; she had to deal with a student who was high as a kite and refusing to admit it. She got home, poured a glass of wine just as there was a knock at the front door. In the chaos that was her day, including an after school meeting with the parents and the police, she had completely forgotten that she had planned to make dinner for her and Chris. She went to the door to let Chris in.
<img src="/images/illustratedstories/2015/2015_01/silkstockingslover_stocking-tales-face-full-of-cum06.jpg" height="574" width="211" align="left" />Chris's cock instantly hardened as she was still dressed in her school attire. He loved how she still tended to match her outfits. In a red blouse and matching heels, a short, but not too short, skirt, and tan nylons she looked amazing. He complimented, "You look very nice, Ms. Anderson."
"It's just Kelly," she smiled, before adding, "and thank you."
Chris followed her into the kitchen where she continued, "I'm so sorry, but I had a crazy day at school and just got home."
"No worries," Chris shrugged, as he tried not to stare at her long nylon-clad legs.
"I'll order something," Kelly said, noticing that Chris was checking out her legs.
"Sure," Chris nodded, "I'll go and bring in my supplies and tools."
"Pizza?" Kelly asked.
"Sure," Chris agreed.
"What kind do you like?" Kelly asked, realizing just how good looking Chris had become.
"Whatever you like," Chris replied, taking one last long gaze at his ex-teacher's perfect legs.
Kelly ordered food and decided to stay in her teacher attire somehow liking the impact it was having on Chris. Although she wasn't considering doing anything with Chris, he was still an ex-student, it felt good to have someone checking her out.
Once the pizza arrived, and they were sitting at the table, they caught up. Kelly felt incredibly comfortable talking with him and surprisingly divulged way more information than necessary about the end of her relationship with Ben.
Chris, meanwhile, listened intently, learning early on that compliments and listening were two of the biggest keys to getting a woman in bed. And although he didn't think the odds were in his favour, the possibility was there. Thankfully, he couldn't see her nylon legs under the table so he wasn't distracted.
Kelly had finished two glasses of wine since she got home, and was feeling slightly tipsy, which also meant slightly horny. The more she talked with Chris, the more she saw him as a man and not a boy and she pondered what he would look like naked.
"Well, I suppose I should get back to work," Chris said, after the forty-five minute meal and visit.
"And I should probably go have a shower and get out of my work clothes," she said, standing up and deciding to show off her legs one more time...getting excited at the thought of teasing him.
Chris, watched her walk to the sink with her plate, his cock instantly rising at just a quick glimpse of Kelly's nylon covered legs.
Chris slyly adjusted himself before standing up, thanking her and heading downstairs wondering if there was any chance of bedding his beautiful ex-teacher.
Kelly, tipsy and horny, went to her washroom, locked the door, undressed and got in the shower. Deciding she needed to get off, her thoughts of Chris beginning to get very inappropriate, she grabbed her shower head and, as she often did in the shower, she used the massage head as a pleasure toy. Closing her eyes, she fantasized this evening going a little differently.
***"I'll order something," I said, noticing that Chris was checking out my legs.***
***"Actually, what I want is already here," Chris said with a confident tone.***
***"What's that?" I asked, acting confused.***
***Walking to me, he leaned in and whispered, "You," before kissing me.***
***I was shocked and yet his kiss sent sparks throughout my entire body, particularly my long neglected pussy. After a brief delay, I began returning the kiss with a lustful passion.***
***Breaking the kiss, he ordered, "Now show me those tits you have flaunted all these years."***
***"I didn't flaunt them," I protested.***
***"Now," he ordered, his tone suddenly firm.***
***I again protested, this time weaker, my pussy wet by his words, "But you're a student."***
***"I was a student," he corrected, "and now you're my slut."***
***"Chris!" I gasped, at being called a slut.***
***"Stop feigning shock," Chris said, "I know you want my cock and I know you are a hungry slut dying to be treated as such. Now, show me your tits."***
<img src="/images/illustratedstories/2015/2015_01/silkstockingslover_stocking-tales-face-full-of-cum07.jpg" height="415" width="273" align="left" />***Turned on by his strong persona, I unbuttoned my blouse.***
***"Now pull those titties out," he ordered.***
***I did, my pussy on fire at obeying him. "Now bend over and show me those titties you want me to suck."***
***Suddenly wanting to please him, I smiled, bent over cupping my tits and asked, "Is this what you fantasized about all these years?"***
***"Fuck, yes," he groaned, having the exact impact I hoped to have when I asked the question.***
***He moved to me, pushed me back and buried his head in my tits. He sucked and nibbled, aggressively mauling my tits. My nipples super sensitive, each rough tug on my nipples sent pleasure throughout my body and made my panties damp.***
***"Oh yes, suck on my tits," I moaned, as I kicked my heels off.***
***He put his hands on my shoulders and guided me to my knees. I didn't need instructions as I pulled his pants down quickly, tugged his boxers to his knees and gasped at his eight inch cock.***
***"Think you can deep-throat this?" he asked.***
***I looked up, smiled and, without a word, took all eight inches in my mouth. I bobbed like a hungry slut, suddenly craving cum.***
***He groaned, "You're just as dirty and hot as I hoped."***
***I moaned on his cock as I continued taking all eight inches in my mouth and down my throat.***
***"Want to get fucked, my teacher slut," he asked.***
***I took his cock out of my mouth and replied, "God, yes, I want that big cock in me."***
***He pulled me up, turned me around, pulled up my skirt, tugged down my panties, bent me over and slid easily into my inferno.***
***"Fuuuuuuck," I screamed, as all eight inches filled me completely, his being the first cock inside me in months.***
***He held onto my hips and slammed into me hard, each deep thrust seemingly going deeper.***
***"Oh, God, fuck me," I screamed.***
***"Fuck you're tight," he grunted, as he continued fucking me.***
***"Your cock feels so fucking good," I moaned, not wanting this amazing feeling to end.***
***"I've wanted to fuck you since the first day of senior year," he said, as his cock slid out of me.***
***"Nooo," I whined, "shove that big snake back in me."***
***He laughed, "You're even more insatiable than I imagined," before filling my cunt again.***
***"Just pound your teacher," I demanded, loving his big cock and dominant behaviour.***
***"Lift your right leg up," he ordered.***
***I obeyed, curious, as he grabbed my ankle and continued fucking me.***
***"Oh, Goddddddddddddddddd," I screamed, as this new position caused a new pleasure to course through my entire body.***
***"I want you to come on my cock, teacher slut," he demanded, as my breathing got heavier.***
***"Sooooo close," I moaned, as he hammered into me.***
***"Come now, slut," he demanded, lifting my leg higher.***
***"Oh God, fuck, yessssss," I screamed, as my long withheld orgasm cascaded through me.***
***"Good teacher slut," he complimented, as he continued fucking me throughout my orgasm.***
***"Shiiiiiit, fucccck," I babbled incoherently, as the intensity of the orgasm continued to riddle through me.***
***Suddenly he pulled out, pushed me back onto my knees and shoved his cock in my mouth. I resumed bobbing hungrily, desperate to get him off and taste his cum.***
***"I'm going to come all over your pretty face," he declared, as I continued slobbering all over his stiff rod.***
***A moment later, he pulled out and pumped his cock as I opened wide for his sweet cum.***
***"Close your mouth, slut," he ordered, "I want all my cum on you."***
***"You're a dirty boy," I teased, as I obeyed.***
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***Seconds later, a laser beam of cum hit me on my lips. A second stream also hit my lips, before a third stream landed on my tits and blouse.***
***Looking up at him, I attempted to seductively retrieve the cum on my lips.***
"Fuuuuuuuuuck," Kelly screamed, as she held the shower head on her clit as her orgasm hit her.
Once her orgasm finally finished, she shook her head at how vivid and real her fantasy had been. Would she actually fuck Chris if the opportunity arose? He was an ex-student, but clearly an adult now, a very sexy adult. She finished showering, her head spinning with a mixture of emotions.
.....
Chris, meanwhile, worked until ten before heading home.
Chris replayed the day, the very subtle hints she may be interested. The honest, detailed account of her ex-boyfriend's nasty break-up and the brief looks she seemed to give him implied she may be interested. Yet, after dinner she never came downstairs, never came to check on him, which implied maybe she wasn't.
Either way, as soon as Chris was in the shower, he began pumping his cock imagining fucking Kelly.
He remembered a day near the end of the school year where she kept dangling her shoe from her black stocking-clad feet. He kept waiting for the shoe to hit the floor, so he could see her toes and foot, but it never fell. As he kept stroking his cock, he imagined her in black thigh highs posing for him, like he always felt she was doing when she teased him relentlessly in high school, even if she didn't know it.
Imagining her bent over, posing for him, he furiously pumped his cock. It took only a few strokes before his cum shot out of his cock as he imagined coming all over her ass, her face, and her feet. The possibilities were endless...yet at the moment that was all they were...possibilities.
.....
The next day, Kelly had parent-teacher interviews and didn't get home until late. Although exhausted, parent-teacher interview nights always being long and tiring, she checked on Chris when she got home. She felt another tingle down below when she walked downstairs and saw Chris working without a shirt. His upper body was Adonis like and Kelly briefly imagined what it would be like to ride him while her hands were on his chest.
Yet, after some brief small talk, Kelly went upstairs for a long bubble bath and a glass of wine, deciding that she had to behave herself.
Chris watched her walk upstairs, noticing her reaction to him shirtless. He smiled, thinking that if he played his cards right he just may get her yet.
.....
Things calmed down after that and it wasn't until the following week that the sexual tension increased. Kelly was reading on the couch, again staying in her teacher attire, liking the impact it seemed to have on Chris, when he came upstairs for a glass of water.
Chris walked in and asked, "Are you planning on having your television downstairs on the wall or on a TV stand?"
"What do you think?" Kelly asked.
Chris glanced down and saw her perfectly pedicured feet and got distracted, finally seeing what her feet without heels looked like after all these years. He stammered, distracted, "Well, I, um, the wall gives you more space."
Kelly noticed Chris's distraction, and uncrossed her legs and crossed them the other way. "Well, you're the expert."
"What're you reading?" Chris asked, wanting to extend his brief time with her.
"A Nicholas Sparks book," Kelly admitted.
"I expected more from you," Chris joked.
"What? He writes great romances," Kelly said, always wanting to find such an unconditional love.
"If you say so," Chris smiled.
"Have you ever read any of his books?" Kelly asked, wiggling her toes.
"Um," Chris began, again distracted, "No, I can't say I have. But I was forced to watch that Miley Cyrus one."
"Well, that doesn't count," Kelly said, "that was a terrible adaptation. You need to watch A Walk to Remember or The Notebook."
"I'm not sure 'need' is the right word," Chris joked.
"That's it," Kelly said, standing up. "You are taking a break from work and watching a movie with me."
"Seriously?" Chris asked, although he was definitely game. Watching a chick flick with a woman often led to action.
"Yes," she said, grabbing a DVD from the shelf and putting it in her DVD player. She sat back down and said, patting the couch, "Come join me."
"All right," Chris shrugged, before pointing out, "but this isn't helping get your basement done."
"Sometimes there are more important things, like expanding a man's horizons," Kelly said, wondering if she was doing the right thing. He may think that this was an opening to something more than just watching a movie.
Chris sat beside her and said, "So what crap are you making me watch?"
"You haven't changed a bit," Kelly said, slapping his knee.
"Tough to mess with perfection," Chris shrugged, acting confident like he usually was with women, even as he glanced at her nylon-clad knee just inches away from him.
"And still overly confident, I see," Kelly smiled, before adding, "I like that." As soon as she said it, she wondered why she had. There was no doubt she found Chris hot, no doubt that he made her feel like a school girl, and no doubt that the temptation to sleep with him was growing.
"Good to know," Chris responded with a nod, sensing that their relationship was beginning to change.
The movie started and they watched it. Part way through, Chris, who had spent more time glancing at her nylon legs than the movie, began to daydream, imagining what might happen if he took the risk. He sensed she was submissive, even though he couldn't explain why he sensed it, and felt if he just took control of the situation he could have her.
***"You want my cock, don't you, Ms. Anderson?" I asked, sitting on the couch.***
***She was standing up, having put the movie in, and smiled, not denying it, "And what makes you think that?"***
<img src="/images/illustratedstories/2015/2015_01/silkstockingslover_stocking-tales-face-full-of-cum09.jpg" height="436" width="289" />***"Well, first, you didn't deny it when I just asked the question and secondly, you keep staring at my crotch," I confidently assessed.***
***"Maybe I just don't want to hurt your feelings," she countered.***
***"And the staring at my crotch?" I asked.***
***"Maybe you're imagining that," she said.***
***"Crawl to me," I demanded, pulling out my already stiff cock.***
***"That's rather pretentious," she said, even as she stared at my eight inch cock.***
***"Now, Ms. Anderson," I ordered.***
***After a brief hesitation, she obeyed, kneeling on the ottoman to take her glasses off.***
***"Keep them on," I ordered, "you look super-hot in glasses."***
***"Okay," she shrugged.***
***"Go ahead, Ms. Anderson, suck my cock," I instructed.***
***"You want your old teacher to blow you?" she asked, smiling as her hand grabbed my cock.***
***"No, I want my hot teacher to beg to suck my cock," I countered.***
***"You bad boy," she smiled, as she stroked my cock.***
***"Beg," I ordered.***
***"Oh please, Chris, can I suck your big hard cock?" she said hungrily.***
***I grabbed her head and guided her to my cock. I moaned as she engulfed my cock, slowly taking me in.***
***She slowly bobbed up and down, making love to my cock.***
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***After a few minutes of this, I stood up, ordered her onto her knees, and began slowly fucking her face. She moaned on my cock as I took control, so I began moving faster, really fucking her face. She made loud slobbering sounds as she tried her best to continue sucking me as I used her face. Finally I pulled out and before she could even react I began coming all over her face.***
***I hit her glasses, mouth, cheek and chin and was surprised when she looked up and said, "You could have just shot your load down my throat."***
***"Next time," I smiled.***
Kelly noticed that Chris wasn't really watching the movie; she also noticed a significant bulge in his pants and wondered what he was thinking about. She said, "See, isn't that sweet?"
"W-what is sweet?" Chris stammered, pulled out his daydream as he returned his gaze to the television.
"He made one of her bucket list items come true," Kelly said, always finding the scene sweet.
Chris watched just as the Mandy Moore character straddled two states at once. "That's corny," he said.
"You cold hearted bastard," Kelly quipped, again playfully hitting him.
Chris slapped her leg back, getting a brief feel of her silky legs, "You romantic fool."
"We all need romance sometimes," Kelly pointed out, before adding, again saying it before she realized she had, "of course, other times we all need to just get laid."
Chris couldn't believe she had said that. This was definitely an opening, but just before he could take advantage of it, she hastily stood up and asked, "Would you like a drink?"
Chris considered replying, 'Yes, your pussy juice would be fine,' but instead answered, realizing the moment was gone as quick as it had come, "Actually, I should probably get back to work."
"Oh, okay," Kelly said, confused by her mixed emotions. Part of her wanted to just straddle him on the couch, while another part of her kept reminding herself that he was an ex-student...a hot ex-student, but still an ex-student.
Chris worked for another hour, his balls ready to burst, while Kelly went up to her room and used her we-vibe to get herself off, again fantasizing of Chris just taking her. She knew if he made a move, she wouldn't resist. She wanted him; she wanted to get laid; she wanted to suck cock.
As she went to bed that night, Kelly decided that if he made a move, she would give in. They were both adults and he hadn't been a student of hers for years. And fuck...he was hot.
.....
<img src="/images/illustratedstories/2015/2015_01/silkstockingslover_stocking-tales-face-full-of-cum11.jpg" height="474" width="248" align="right" />Unfortunately for Kelly, Chris didn't make a move. He had felt that the abrupt end to the night they watched a movie was a pretty clear sign that she wasn't interested. Yet for the next couple of weeks, Kelly continued to dress sexier and sexier, even getting home from school and switching into even shorter skirts that revealed she was wearing thigh high stockings in an attempt to add to her allure, her sex appeal and, according to Ben back in the day, to give her man easier access to her fuck hole (his words).
Kelly was getting more and more frustrated with the reality that her obvious signs of willingness were being ignored.
Finally, after two weeks of flirting and innuendo, Kelly decided that she would make the first move. It was only a few minutes after Chris arrived, that she called him upstairs. "Chris, can you come upstairs and give me a hand in my office."
Chris called out, "Sure, give me a minute." Chris had noticed that ever since the movie night, Kelly had been dressing sexier, always stayed in nylons, and had complimented him often. Yet, instead of taking the many windows of opportunity that had been presented, he continued to resist the temptation, not wanting to risk being wrong. He was greatly enjoying their talks and subtle flirtation, and was planning to ask her out on a date for this weekend. She loved blues music and a three day blues festival was starting in a couple days. He was confident she would say yes, yet this was a low risk attempt to move their relationship forward. If she wasn't interested in an intimate relationship, he would play the friends card. Yet, he hoped he had read all the signs correctly, as he was falling for her hard.
Unfortunately, one minute became five as Chris finished the task he had started.
<img src="/images/illustratedstories/2015/2015_01/silkstockingslover_stocking-tales-face-full-of-cum12.jpg" height="459" width="188" align="left" />Kelly was frustrated at waiting, her bold confidence when she called him up, getting weaker with each passing minute. She desperately wanted to get laid, yet she didn't want to look desperate. She felt like she was a teenager again, waiting for a boy to call. She knew he was interested, that was obvious, yet he wasn't making the move a teenage boy would make. She glanced in the mirror; she attempted to replicate an adorable teacher look, and was startled when Chris finally entered the office. She smiled, as she gave a cute pose, and asked, "What do you think?"
Chris wasn't sure what the question was but he couldn't help but notice how sexy she looked as she seemed to pose for him. "About what?" Chris asked.
Going for broke, deciding men were stupid and being subtle sure wasn't working. Kelly hopped onto the desk, revealing the top of her thigh high stockings, and bluntly asked the question, "Did you ever fantasize about seeing my tits when you were in my class, Chris?
Chris was taken aback by the question. Her flirting had always been playful, often awkward, but this was completely different: blunt and hot. He also had indeed fantasized about her tits not only while in class, but at home and most recently last night.
Kelly, enjoying his shocked reaction and stunned silence, asked, her tone dripping with sultry sweetness, "Do you want to see them, Chris?"
Chris stammered, it now being his turn to feel like a teenager, "Y-y-yes."
As Kelly moved, her shoe hit the floor. Her cunt was already wet with anticipation that it would soon be filled with Chris's cock. Like Chris, she had enjoyed getting to know him better, loved his quirky sense of humour, his ability to listen and his damn great body. She didn't want to just fuck Chris, she envisioned the possibility of a relationship. Yet, at this moment, it wasn't about long term; it was about satisfying a need she had been denying for way too long. She unbuttoned her blouse, feeling sexy and wanton, as he watched with lust.
Chris couldn't believe it was finally happening. A fantasy he had long given up on was now becoming a reality and although he was usually a confident man with the ladies, he was tongue tied.
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Kelly felt giddy with excitement as she pulled her blouse open and posed for Chris. Smiling, she asked, "Are they what you imagined?"
"They're amazing," Chris answered in awe, before adding, "You're amazing."
"Come here," she ordered.
Chris walked to her, leaned in and kissed her.
Kelly kissed him back, their tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths, like explorers who have finally found their treasure.
Chris reached with his left hand and cupped her breast. They were as firm as he had envisioned. Breaking the kiss, he leaned down and took her left nipple in his mouth.
Kelly moaned loudly, "I've wanted this for so long."
Chris quipped, as he swirled his tongue around her nipple, "I think I've wanted this a lot longer than you."
Kelly laughed, "Fair enough."
Chris slid his tongue down her breasts, between her tits, before moving to her right breast.
"Bite them," Kelly moaned, wanting more than just tender teasing. Her lust controlling her, she wanted to be used, to be fucked.
Chris obliged, shifting from tender to more aggressive as he pulled her nipple between his teeth.
"God, yessss," Kelly moaned, the pleasure she was receiving sending pulsations throughout her body.
Chris could've spent all day just playing with her tits, loving the impact it was having on her.
Yet, Kelly wanted more. She said sexily, "Let's see what you have been hiding in those jeans." She moved off the desk, dropped to her knees, and quickly fished out his cock. She had imagined it was big in her fantasies and she wasn't disappointed as she pulled out a nice, thick, stiff eight inch cock. She smiled, as she stroked it, "If I would have known you were packing this in class I would have been on my knees long ago."
Chris groaned, looking down at her, "Well, let's make up for lost time."
"I couldn't agree more," Kelly concurred, as her lips wrapped around his cock.
Chris watched in disbelief as his beautiful ex-teacher, began sucking his cock. She used her tongue to swirl around his mushroom top while simultaneously stroking him. After a couple of minutes of teasing, she began to bob back and forth.
Kelly usually would tease a man for a couple of minutes, take his balls in her mouth, and then deep throat him and take his first load in her mouth or on her face, then prepare for a marathon fuck, but being their first time together, and wanting to get fucked hard and now, she said as much as she took Chris's cock out of her mouth. "Just for the record, I love sucking cock, but right now I need you in me."
Chris had never heard a woman say they loved sucking cock. It was always a task that was expected and done usually with reluctance. He quipped, "For the record, I love eating pussy."
"Good to know," Kelly smiled, standing up, bending over the desk and adding, "now come and fuck me."
"Fuck, it's so hot to hear you swear," Chris said, as he moved behind her.
"Then wait until you're really pounding me," Kelly quipped with a smile, as she lifted up her skirt to reveal she was sans underwear.
Chris loved hearing his ex-teacher, so prim and proper, talking like a horny slut. He asked, as he positioned his cock to slide into her, "Did you teach me without underwear?"
"Maybe," Kelly smiled.
Chris rubbed his cock between her pussy lips, teasing her, wanting her to beg for his cock.
Kelly, as if reading his mind, begged, "Now stop teasing me and shove that cock in me."
Chris wasn't one to ever refuse such an offer, and slid his cock into her cunt. It was incredibly warm and tight.
"God, yesssssss," Kelly moaned, his big cock feeling as amazing as she had imagined it would.
Chris began slowly fucking her, wanting to enjoy his fantasy become reality.
Kelly, meanwhile, wanted to be fucked deep and hard. After a few slow strokes, she demanded, "Come on baby, fuck me hard. Pound my cunt."
Chris loved hearing such nasty talk out of such a beautiful woman. He began slamming into her, creating the beautiful sound as their bodies met.
Kelly was overwhelmed with lust. Chris's massive cock filled her completely and she could feel her orgasm already building in just a couple of minutes. "Oh God, fuck my cunt," she begged.
Chris could tell she was close and decided to use his special maneuver that almost always worked in this position. He ordered, "Lift up your right leg."
"Kkkkk," Kelly obeyed, having never done this before, but recalling her recent fantasy where this exact thing happened.
Chris held her by the thigh, loving the feel of her silk-clad leg, and holding her in this position let him reach new depths.
Kelly moaned and got very animated, "Oh yes, baby, pound me, fill my cunt with your big cock."
"I love hearing you talk dirty," Chris admitted.
"You like hearing your sweet teacher talk like a dirty sluuuuuut?" Kelly asked, loving the shift from sweet to slutty.
"God, yess," Chris groaned.
"Tonight, I'm your slut, baby," Kelly moaned, as her orgasm got so close.
"Come for me," Chris demanded, as he fucked her so hard the desk moved.
A couple deep thrusts later, the dam finally burst, as Kelly screamed, "Oh yes, fuck, I love your coooooock,"
Chris could feel her cum on his cock and pulled out, dropped to his knees, and buried his face in her leaking cunt.
Kelly had never had a man eat her out as she was orgasming and couldn't believe how intense it felt. "Oh shiiiiiiit," she whimpered, as she gripped the desk for dear life as all the energy in her body was sapped by the intense orgasm.
Chris couldn't believe how sweet her pussy juice tasted as he eagerly licked it all up.
After a moment, Chris's tongue was beginning to tickle Kelly and she quickly moved around, dropped to her knees and took Chris's cock back in her mouth. She loved the taste of her own pussy on his cock and began bobbing back and forth hungrily.
It took only seconds, sadly, before Chris was ready to shoot his own load, Kelly's tight cunt and expert mouth too much to resist. "Fuck, I'm going to come," Chris warned, knowing most women didn't like to swallow.
Kelly backed off, pumped his cock and said, "You can come in my mouth or on my face."
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Chris had never given a woman a facial and the thought of coming on Kelly was the final straw. Before he could even respond, the first stream of cum hit her directly on her nose. A second rope hit her chin, before the remainder landed on her chest.
Kelly laughed, "Well, I guess that answers that question."
Chris apologized, "Sorry, just hearing you say I could come on your face was all it took to make me shoot my load."
Kelly, feeling cum drip off her chin and onto her tits, added, "Well, you sure had a big load in you."
"I've been told I shoot a lot of cum," Chris admitted.
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"I wasn't lying," Kelly said, stroking his cock. "I love sucking cock."
"Well, I love getting my cock sucked," Chris smiled. "So I guess we are compatible."
Kelly added, "Oh yes, we are very compatible."
Kelly leaned back and asked, looking up at him, "So, did you ever fantasize about me looking like this?"
"I have fantasized about you in every way imaginable," Chris admitted.
"So you imagined this?" Kelly asked, as she scooped up the cum on her face and put it in her mouth. "Mmmmmmm, yummy," she added.
"My fantasies never got quite that elaborate," Chris admitted, before adding, "but this reality far outdoes all my fantasies."
"Well, my fantasies about you are more recent, but they too have been greatly outdone by this great big cock of yours," Kelly admitted too, before leaning forward and taking his cock back into her mouth hoping to get it hard again.
Chris groaned, loving looking down at this beautiful woman bobbing on his cock, "I should probably get back to work."
She took his cock out of her mouth and said, "Shut up, I'm your boss and you have some more drilling to do up here."
"Well, they say the customer is always right," Chris quipped.
Kelly took his cock back in her mouth, knowing that she wanted to get fucked again, as her second orgasm always came quicker, and she also wanted to swallow a full load, the cum she had scooped up and swallowed just a small sampling.
After countless orgasms for Kelly and two more loads shot by Chris, both down Kelly's throat, Kelly keeping to her declaration that she loved sucking cock, they fell asleep.
.....
The next morning, Kelly woke up late and they barely had time to say more than a good morning, no time to talk about last night's marathon sex session and the implications for more the next day. So both spent the day wondering the same thing: were they a couple? Fuck buddies? Or was it a one-time thing? Both wanted it to be more than just a one night stand, both saw it as the beginning of a potentially great relationship, yet neither knew what the other was thinking.
Chris couldn't believe his fantasy had become reality and could only hope that she saw things like he did...as the beginning of a relationship.
That evening, Kelly decided to make it clear that she wanted more than a one night stand. She couldn't explain it, but she hadn't stop thinking about him all day. She wasn't sure it was love, but it definitely wasn't just lust. Wanting to see him again...NOW...she texted Chris that they needed to talk and to come to the spare bedroom when he arrived. Dressed only in lingerie, she eagerly awaited his arrival, her pussy dying to be filled again.
Chris fretted about the text. Nothing good ever came from the phrase 'We need to talk'. Yet, he decided that no matter what she said, he was going to tell her exactly how he felt. That this was way more than a one night stand, this was love...or at least the potential for it. He had never really been in love, or at least he had never felt like he did now. Excited to see her, yet nervous too. When he got there, he tentatively approached the spare bedroom. When he walked in the room, he stopped dead in his tracks.
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Kelly smiled, "I couldn't decide how to tell you that I really enjoyed last night."
Chris smiled back, "And I was worried you were going to tell me last night was a mistake."
"The only mistake we made was not doing this earlier," she smiled, spinning around off the dresser, walking to him and kissing him.
The kiss lasted an eternity, as both felt the relief of knowing that the other felt the same way they did.
Breaking the kiss, Chris looked into her eyes and said, "Kelly, I think I'm in love with you."
Kelly stared into his eyes, surprised by the words and yet also surprised by the way they made her feel. "I think I love you too," she returned. After a pause, she grabbed his crotch and added, "And I know without a doubt I love this." She dropped to her knees, a position she loved to be in, fished out Chris's semi-erect cock and took it in her mouth.
**EPILOGUE**:
Of course, like all loves, it comes when least expected.
When they first met it was the wrong place, the wrong time.
This time though, it was the right place, and the right time.
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Six months later, Chris asked Kelly to marry him while they were on a weekend getaway in Niagara Falls. With the falls in the background, Kelly, of course, said yes. The two celebrated with a marathon love making session at a hotel in Niagara Falls and Kelly, as usual, ended up with a face full of cum.
<img src="/images/illustratedstories/2015/2015_01/silkstockingslover_stocking-tales-face-full-of-cum19.jpg" height="611" width="250" align="left" />Eight months after that, on their wedding day, they couldn't wait to consummate their marriage until after the I'dos.
Instead Chris snuck into Kelly's parents' home, catching his bride-to-be in the early stages of dress for her big day.
Kelly smiled, "You just couldn't wait."
"I just wanted to make sure that besides something borrowed, you would also have something goo," Chris quipped.
"I think that is supposed to be something new," Kelly smiled, dropping to her knees.
"You sure?" Chris laughed, as Kelly deep-throat his cock.
Chris and Kelly had a quickie, even as her mother knocked on her door and Chris coated his bride-to-be's face and tits making sure their indeed was goo.
"Make sure you wear that under your dress?"
"Of course," Kelly smiled, rubbing the cum on her tits.
An hour later, Kelly walked down the aisle with Chris's cum sticking to her.
Three hours later, she took another load in the limo, a sticky load in her hair...a naughty secret that she wore throughout the dinner and dancing.
A few hours later, they consummated their marriage for real...doing it the old fashioned way...as Chris shot his final load of the day in his new bride's cunt.
Nine month later, they had a baby girl.
**THE END
Author's Note: Thanks again to HOUSEWIFE KELLY for the generous use of her photos.** |
Stepdaughters Visit Ch. 04 | 22,161 | 4.6 | 2,175,160 | [
"cum on face",
"face sitting",
"pussy licking",
"pussy play",
"role play",
"taboo"
] | It was seven thirty Sunday evening when I picked my wife up from the railway station.
"So how was your weekend? How's Mary?" I asked Jane, Mary being her friend's name.
"Mary's fine, we had a really nice time, so good to have a catch up," Jane replied as she fastened her seat belt.
"Glad you enjoyed it. You should do it more often," I said and set off for the short drive home.
"Well I did suggest that she should stay with us next time. Anyway how was your weekend? Did Danni come round?" She asked.
"Well, yes she did, how did you know that?" I asked with surprise.
"I have to confess I did suggest that she should. I knew Sam wasn't about and as I was away, well, I just thought it was a good idea," Jane explained.
"You realise I feel really guilty about all this don't you, it just doesn't seem right!" I said.
"Don't you realise how bad I feel that I can't satisfy my own husbands needs any more. I don't want you to feel guilty about anything. And remember I was the one who instigated the whole thing anyway!" Jane said and patted my thigh.
"Yeah I suppose, but even so, it still feels like cheating," I said, still unconvinced.
"Well I honestly haven't got a problem with it. If you had gone looking else where for it that would be different," she said.
"You know I'd never do that," I said.
"Yeah I know you wouldn't love. Anyway you should enjoy it while you can, after all if Danni sorts things out with Sam that could be the end of it," she said.
"Yeah I know and I really do hope they sort themselves out eventually. I would hate to see them split up. Sam would be a fool to let a girl like Danni to slip through his fingers," I said.
"My thoughts exactly," Jane agreed.
Arriving home we were both soon sitting in the lounge having a cuppa.
"I'm looking forward to my own bed tonight. Oh yeah by the way I was talking to Mary about this menopause thing and I think you'll be pleased to hear that there could be light at the end of the tunnel," she said.
"How do you mean?" I asked, not really sure what she meant.
"Well Mary hit the menopause before me and has come out the other side. She was telling me that she lost the urge the same as me, but now she says it's come back with a vengeance!" Jane explained.
"Really!" I exclaimed, my interest growing.
"She quite shocked me actually. I mean she's gone from shy retiring widow to, well I don't know what you'd call it. She seems to be playing the field like she was a teenager again," Jane said.
"That's good to hear, good for her I say," I said.
I didn't really know Mary, I had met her at our wedding but I hadn't seen her since. She had come across as very pleasant caring woman which was backed up by what Jane had told me of her. Tragically she'd lost her husband soon after that so I was genuinely pleased that she was enjoying life again.
"At least I've learnt there's still hope that things will change, it might just take some time. In the meantime I'll do my best to make sure you don't miss out," Jane said.
Those last words were to stick in my mind...
Before I knew it another week had passed and with another weekend approaching my mind turned to Danni. I realised that this was going to be the problem now, would or wouldn't I be seeing her!
It dawned on me that our previous encounters had really come down to chance. Of course it had been helped by Jane but the rest had been decided by circumstance. The fact was that it was beyond my control. All I could do is wait and hope.
As it happened that weekend I was left disappointed. No Danni! But at least me and Jane\* could enjoy a quiet weekend to ourselves. And we did but there was moments when I looked at my wife and wished we could finish our days like we used to, more often than not...
We were half way through the next week before Danni had came up in conversation. I hadn't enquired after her, I would have felt awkward doing so but I was more than interested when it happened.
"I had a chat with Danni last night," Jane said out of the blue.
"Oh yes! how is she?" I asked, playing down my interest.
"She's okay but she's still not happy," she answered.
"So they haven't sorted things out between them I take it?" I enquired.
"No it doesn't sound like it. They spent the weekend together which makes a change, as you know Sam often works, so Danni was hopeful that they would have the chance for a proper talk," Jane said.
"I take it it didn't go well," I said.
"No it didn't. Danni said that Sam is so stressed and tired from work he just wanted a quiet weekend. To rub salt in to the wound Sam is away this weekend, something to do with work again!" she said.
"It's not looking good is it!" I remarked.
"No it isn't. They're not talking at all now let alone having a serious heart to heart," Jane said with concern.
I was genuinely concerned myself that the young couple were having a hard time but hearing Sam was away for the weekend I couldn't help having purely selfish thoughts. Although I berated myself for thinking in such a way, the thought still survived.
It was Friday evening when Jane sat down beside me in the lounge. I had heard her talking on her mobile phone but she had been in the kitchen so I couldn't hear the conversation.
"That was Danni, apparently she's got a power cut and she asked whether you could help," Jane said.
I looked at her suspiciously, "Oh yes!" I said.
"No it's got nothing to do with me, she actually sounded scared. She's always been afraid of the dark ever since she was a kid," Jane said.
"Well there's not much I can do if its a general power cut, has she looked to see if her neighbours lights are on?" I asked.
"Yeah she says it's just her house. Honestly I know no more than you, all I know is she sounded genuinely worried," she said.
"Lets see, what's the time? Well I suppose I could take a drive, the traffic should be light this time of night," I said. It was ten past eight.
"I could come with you!" Jane offered but didn't sound too keen.
"No it's okay love, by the time I get there, fixed the problem and driven home it will be past your bedtime. And I know what you're like come ten o'clock, you'll be out for the count wherever you are," I said.
"You're right of course. Well just make sure you drive carefully," Jane said...
On the way to Danni's I weighed up the facts. Of course what I really hoped was that Danni wanted me for another sexual encounter but I was reluctant to raise my hopes. Considering Jane knew nothing about it made me think maybe this wasn't what I hoped it would be.
I arrived at Danni's just before nine. The house was indeed in darkness while the rest of the street showed no sign of a problem. When Danni opened the door answering my knock I saw nothing but a beam of light from the torch Danni shone in to my face.
"Thanks so much for coming," Danni said as I stepped inside.
"So what happened, did the power just suddenly go off or was you switching something on or plugging something in when it went?" I asked, in to the light from the torch that was still trained on my face.
"It just suddenly went off didn't it Talia," Danni said.
I hadn't considered that anyone else would be there. I knew Sam was away so I was somewhat disheartened to find Danni wasn't alone.
"Oh! you have company," I said, trying not to show my disappointment.
"Yeah, I've told you about Talia haven't I," Danni said, still shinning the light at my face.
"Yes of course, Hello Talia," I called out, unaware of where she was.
"Hello!" A small voice called back.
"Right so where is your fuse box?" I asked.
I now just wanted to get the problem fixed and get home. The fuse box was in the cupboard under the stairs. Danni opened the door and handed me the torch. It was no surprise that the main switch was off, but what had caused it to trip?
Checking the individual circuit breakers and finding none had tripped gave me no clue to the fault. All I could do is throw the main switch and see what happens. To my relief the lights came on, and stayed on.
"Well I don't know why it tripped but... ," I turned expecting to see Danni behind me but no one was there.
"We're in here," Danni called.
"I was just saying I don't... ," I walked in to the room where Danni's voice had drawn me and was suddenly struck dumb.
There, sitting next to each other on a small two seater sofa was Danni and Talia. Not that that was what had left me speechless it was what they were wearing. They were both dressed in identical school uniforms.
"You were saying?" Danni said, a broad smile on her face.
"Err... oh yes, I don't know why the electric tripped, perhaps it was a surge or something. Lets hope it stays on," I said.
The two girls had certainly gone to some trouble. Dressed in white blouses, grey pleated skirts and knee high white socks they certainly looked the part. They even had grey and red striped ties tied loosely around their necks. The only thing missing were shoes.
"Thank you so much, can I get you a drink? We've just opened another bottle of wine," Danni said.
"I'd better not, I'm driving," I said.
"Oh yeah of course, I've got some coke!" Danni offered.
"Yeah okay," I said.
I was still standing and couldn't help notice Talia's eyes darting between my face and crotch. Of course I'd seen pictures of the girl but now I studied her in the flesh. Her chest looked even bigger than I had noticed from her pictures and I soon realised why, she wasn't wearing a bra.
"Please, sit down," Danni said as she arose from the sofa.
I sat down in the single armchair that faced side on to the sofa and watched Danni leave the room.
"Danni tells me you live close by Talia, do you live alone?" I asked.
"I share a flat and yeah it's only a ten minute walk," Talia answered.
"Here you go," Danni said, returning with my drink.
"You live with your boyfriend?" I enquired further.
"No I don't have a boyfriend, I live with two other girls at the moment, can't afford the rent by myself," Talia explained.
I was having trouble keeping my eyes off of Talia's chest. The top few buttons of her blouse were undone and although obscured my her tie I still caught a tantalising view. I tried not to stare but with the slightest movement her loose breasts would wobble around.
As I sipped at my coke I saw Danni nudge Talia with her elbow and mouth the word 'ready'. They both then stood up and took up a position facing me side by side four or five feet in front of me with their hands behind their backs.
"Sir, the headmaster has sent us for our extra lesson, he said you had told him we were falling behind and needed help to catch up," Danni said.
In my surprise I sat open mouthed while my brain tried to process what was happening.
"Sorry sir but we just can't seem to grasp human biology by drawings and diagrams, perhaps a practical demonstration would help!" Talia said.
I'm not sure whether I smiled physically but I was certainly smiling inside. The girls had obviously rehearsed this whole scenario and within a few seconds my brain caught up.
"Well yes of course girls, I think that is an excellent suggestion. Now let me think!" I said.
Looking from Danni to Talia they both smiled, waiting for my instruction. I looked over my shoulder when I remembered seeing a small dining table before I had sat down, the room being a lounge-diner.
"Ah yes, now I think if one of you could sit up on the table we can start with the female anatomy," I said.
Both girls rushed passed me giggling with excitement, their only hesitation was deciding which of them would sit on the table. By the time I had joined them Talia was lifting herself up, the decision had been made.
"Okay, so Tania, if you could just lay back on your elbows and Danni, come closer and we can start," I said.
Watching Talia's breasts bounce around while she got in to position coupled with the knowledge of what we were about to do was causing a bulge to grow in my jeans. I grabbed the hem of Talia's grey skirt.
"Now the first thing to note is... Ah... Err... well the first thing to note of course is that Talia isn't wearing any knickers!" I said, lifting the skirt. Both girls giggled.
"I think we need to have a talk about this later Tania," I said, really getting in to my role now.
"Now, if you can slide forward a little and open your legs Talia, pull that chair closer Danni so she can rest her foot on it. I'll support her other leg," I said.
I felt my penis twitch as I stared between Talia's spread legs. A small neat patch of dark hair adorned her slightly protruding pussy lips.
"Like this sir?" Talia asked, a dirty grin on her face, "Sir?" she repeated when I didn't answer.
"Err, yes sorry, now come closer Danni," I said.
Danni's chin was almost touching Talia's right knee as she stooped for a closer view. The conversation I'd had with Danni about her curiosity of being intimate with another girl sprang in to my mind and I saw an opportunity.
"This whole area is known as the Vulva and this of course is the pubic hair. And here you can see the outer lips of the labia," I explained, as best I could.
"Sir, why are the labia lips all wet? Did she forget to wipe after peeing?" Danni asked with a cheeky grin. Talia laughed.
"Err well, it could be that," I said, suppressing a laugh.
"Oh Talia you dirty bitch!" Danni said laughing, Talia laughed along with her causing her loose breasts to jump around under her white blouse.
"But it's more likely due to arousal," I said.
"Ooh really! Talia you dirty bitch!" Danni said making us all laugh.
It took a minute to compose ourselves...
"So sir, if they are called the outer lips does it mean that there are inner lips?"
Danni asked.
"Absolutely right Danni, well done. If Talia doesn't mind we could take a look," I said.
"I don't mind," Talia very eagerly agreed.
"Good, if you could lay right back Talia... that's it now Danni if you gently open Talia's outer lips up," I directed.
Talia groaned as soon as Danni's fingers touched her wet pussy lips. Supporting Talia's left leg with one hand I played with her foot and toes through her white socks with the other.
"Oh Wow, it's really wet inside sir, is that normal?" Danni asked.
"Yes quite normal. What you'll have to do to see the inner lips is to clear some of that fluid out of the way," I said.
"How should I do that sir?" Danni asked.
"Well the best way I think would be to use your tongue," I suggested.
My penis was now straining against my jeans as I watched Danni kiss her friends fleshy inner thighs. Making herself comfortable Danni kneeled on the floor before running her tongue up Talia's pussy lips.
Talia's moans grew louder as Danni tongue delved deeper in to her friends wet hole. It was difficult to believe she had never done it before.
"I don't seem to be clearing it sir, the more I lick the more their seems to be!" Danni said licking her friends juices from around her mouth.
"Well never mind perhaps we can come back to the inner lips later. Now before we move on I should point out the clitoris," I said.
"Where is that sir?" Danni asked and then turning to face me she said in barely a whisper so Talia wouldn't hear, "She tastes so good."
"The clitoris is this little thing here," I said, gently touching Talia's bud with a fingertip.
"Oh God!" Talia murmured.
"Can I touch it sir?" Danni asked.
"Yes of course but be very gentle, it's very sensitive," I answered.
"Oh God!" Talia responded louder as Danni lightly ran her thumb over her friends clit.
"It's often a good idea to moisten it first. Try using some of that juice from Talia's vagina Danni, use your tongue to smear it over the clitoris," I said, thoroughly enjoying my role as teacher.
"Oh my God, Mmmm," Talia cried as Danni's tongue licked between her pussy lips and then flicked her clit.
"So you can see how the clitoris is used for arousal. There is a couple of other points that many women, with the right manipulation, find helpful for arousal, so I suggest we move on to those," I said, surprising myself at my inventiveness.
"Where are they sir?" Danni asked, looking up at me and smiling.
"Lets have a look shall we. If you both sit on the edge of the table next to one another... ...that's it, now unbutton your blouses... ...good now pull them open," I instructed.
My cock throbbed in it's confines. I stood directly in front of the two young girls now sitting on the edge of the table with their bare breasts on display. I had thought Danni's areolae were large but Talia's were much bigger as of course were her breasts.
"Good, now these here are the nipples," I said, flicking first Danni's then Talia's nipples with my fingertip, one by one.
"The darker skin here is called the areola," I said, tracing a finger around the brown disk of Talia's left breast, then the right.
Still wearing their stripey school ties that now hung down between their bare breasts, both girls studied each others chests while I gave my lecture.
"I think a good way to demonstrate the arousal I mentioned is for you to rub your nipples together, but first, as with the clitoris, it's good to have a little lubrication," I said.
They both turned their heads and looked at me wondering what I had in mind. Lowering my head I took Danni's right nipple between my lips and coated it in saliva with my tongue.
Repeating the process on Danni's left nipple I moved to Talia and gave her the same treatment.
"That should do, now if you stand up and take your blouses off," I said.
Holding their own breasts they directed their nipples together and I watched my saliva being spread all around their areolae and beyond. Although Talia was an inch taller than Danni, Talia's tits, because of their weight hung lower which meant she had to lift them so their stiff little teats could meet.
"So there you are girls, that's the female anatomy. Perhaps we should leave the male anatomy until next lesson!" I teased.
"Oh no sir! Please, can we do it now, please sir," Danni said playing along.
"Yes, please sir can we do it now?" Talia agreed.
"Very well. Okay help me off with my clothes," I said as I undid my jeans.
The girls were already undoing the laces of my trainers and by the time I had pulled the zip down on my jeans they had removed my shoes and socks. When they saw my jeans were undone they both pulled on a leg each, Danni to my left and Talia to my right.
While they helped me step out of my jeans I pulled my T-shirt over my head.
"Oh sir, your pants are wet," Talia said.
"Err, yes well that sometimes happens," I said.
I looked down to see the two topless girls kneeling at my feet, examining the wet patch of pre cum that had soaked through my pants. Talia wiped a fingertip across the wet material and held it under her nose and then offered it to Danni.
Danni sniffed and then sucked on Talia's finger. They both then took turns licking at the wet spot and in turn rubbed their faces against the bulge of my hard shaft under the cotton.
"I can't wait any longer I've just got to see it," Talia said and pulled my pants down.
"Oh Wow! Oh God you were right Dan, it does look even nicer than the pics," Talia said.
Talia sat twiddling her nipples while she examined my erection from all angles.
"Told you didn't I? and have a look at his balls, see how smooth they are," Danni said, enjoying her friends reaction.
"Oh yeah they're so soft," Talia said, gently caressing my sack.
"Could you lay on the floor for us sir so we can get a better look?" Danni asked smiling up at me.
"Yes of course," I said only too happy to oblige.
I moved over by the sofa and laid down on the thick piled carpet. As the girls joined me I glimpsed up under their grey pleated skirts and admired their bouncing breasts, or in Danni's case jiggling breasts, as they took up position.
After pulling them apart Danni straddled my right leg while Talia straddled the left. Leaning down they turned their heads to the side and began sensually kissing up and down either side of my twitching shaft.
Placing my hands under my head to raise it I was able to watch these two sexy young girls as they worshipped my penis. They're breasts rubbed up and down my legs while they continued to kiss and now lick my throbbing shaft.
"Here Talia, have a taste of this," Danni said, looking down on the top of my knob and taking a lick of my pre cum.
"Mmmm," Talia muttered as she took a taste and then went back for more.
"Leave some for me!" Danni complained, playfully nudging Talia's head out of the way with her own.
They continued to lick and kiss up and down my cock. While one licked around the engorged purple knob the other would be licking the shaft and occasionally sucking at my balls.
"Shall we see if I can find your inner lips Danni?" I said.
"Yes sir, that's a very good idea. Shall I sit on your face?" Danni asked but didn't wait for an answer.
Jumping to her feet Danni was standing over my head in the blink of an eye and then she hesitated for a few seconds to tease me with the view up under her grey skirt. Just before my view was blocked by Danni straddling my face I looked down to see Talia, holding her left breast in both hands, rub her rock hard nipple up the length my cock.
The scent of Danni's excited pussy filled my nose as she pressed herself against my face. I slipped my tongue between her slippery pussy lips. Her juices gushed out over my face and into my mouth.
"Oh Fuck that's good," Danni said.
While I pleasured Danni I felt Talia suck my cock in to her mouth and her hand caress my aching balls. Somehow I managed to control myself and push my tongue further up Danni's delicious cunt.
"Awww, Ooooh... I Think You've Oh God... I think you've found my Oh Fuck Yes... my inner lips sir Ooooooh," Danni spluttered.
Suddenly Danni pulled her skirt off which allowed me to look up her body and see her little tits, her tie still laying between them. Lifting her pussy from my face she offered her arsehole to my tongue.
Reaching up I squeezed her right tit in my hand while my thumb of my right hand found her little stiff clit. Danni's whole body began to twitch and shake.
"Oh Yes Oh Fu Oh Fuck OH MY FUCKING GO...D," Danni cried out.
Thick creamy juice oozed out of her cunt all over my nose. Her body froze in position as though time had suddenly stopped, she wasn't even taking a breath.
"Is it my turn now sir, can you find my inner lips?" Talia asked pulling Danni's left arm.
Danni slipped off of my face and laid on the floor panting for breath. Talia seemed desperate to take her friends place. In moments she stood astride me, she had already removed her skirt. Her big tits bounced around as she lowered herself to straddle my face.
With her cunt an inch from my lips I took my first taste, Talia groaned with pleasure. Running my hands up her body while my tongue lightly licked up and down her pussy lips, I found her breasts.
Her stiff nipples raked against my palms as Talia, with her hands on mine, encouraged me to caress her large firm mounds. Whoever came up with the axiom 'more than a handful is a waste' had obviously never felt Talia's big tits.
"Oh that's so... so good!" Talia said, catching her breath when my tongue flicked her clitoris.
Wriggling my tongue between her pussy lips and up her wet hole I felt a hand on my cock, Danni had recovered. Ignoring the loose pubic hair that had found it's way inside my mouth I returned my tongue to Talia's cunt and pushed it deep inside.
"Oooooh," Talia cried.
Feeling Danni's mouth on my cock fuelled an urgency to bring Talia to a climax. I fucked her faster and faster with my tongue while Talia, with a rocking motion, brushed her sensitive clit against my nose.
"Oh Fuck, Oh yeah push it deep," Talia said.
When her orgasm hit Talia ground herself against my face. I pinched hard on her nipples while her hands held my wrists in a vice like grip. She fell silent for several seconds...
"Fuck that was good," she said and rolled off of me allowing me to breath again.
"She tastes good doesn't she," Danni said to me.
I looked down and met Danni's eyes, nodding my head in agreement.
"Right girls, just one last thing to finish today's lesson," I said climbing to my feet.
Danni seemed to read my mind and was quickly kneeling in front of me. Wrapping my right hand around my shaft I began slowly wanking myself.
"Wait for me!" Talia said when she realised what was happening.
Barely recovered from her climax Talia dragged herself up to kneel in front of me next to her friend. Offering my knob to Danni's lips she kissed and then licked the tip. Turning to Talia she did the same.
My shaft felt rock hard in my hand as I continued to wank. Alternating between the girls mouths I brushed my bulging knob against their lips and wanked faster. Both girls in turn gave it a quick suck and I knew the end was nigh.
"I'm coming girls, I'm coming," I cried out.
Danni and Talia pushed their heads together so they were cheek to cheek. Turning from one to the other I covered their faces with my warm seed, some of which dripped down and speckled their tits.
"Mmmm so tasty," Danni said, licking up the spunk from around her mouth.
Talia grabbed hold of my shaft and sucked up the remnants of cum from the tip. She then looked down at her tits and with her finger scooped up each blob of spunk and greedily sucked it in to her mouth.
"It's not fair sir, Talia got more than me!" Danni exclaimed.
"Never mind Danni, I promise I'll make it up to you next time," I assured her.
"I'm going to hold you to that," Danni responded...
\* *An anonymous member commented on a previous chapter that I should write 'Jane and I' rather than 'Me and Jane'. I've no doubt that grammatically Anonymous is correct but I try to write in the way most people speak. Anyhow I hope you enjoyed this chapter despite any grammatical errors. The next chapter is already under construction...* |
Starting Over Ch. 04 | 25,269 | 4.8 | 820,596 | [
"blowjob",
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Main Characters:
LTC (Retired) John Jackson, 5'11", 180, 45 years old.
Marie Jackson, John's dead wife, 5'8", 140, 44 years old.
Angelica Jackson, John and Marie's daughter, 5'5", 125, 19 years old.
Mary Bradford, bartender, 5'5", 120, 34 years old.
Margaret (Maggie) Bradford, Mary's sister, 5'6", 115, 36 years old.
Madeleine (Maddie) Bradford, Maggie's daughter, 6 years old.
Juliet Margolin, waitress, 5'4", 145, 24 years old.
Samantha (Sam) Walker, 5'6", 130 pounds, 39 years old.
Joyce Walker, Sam's daughter, 5'4", 120 pounds, 19 years old.
Marion Walker, Sam's daughter, 5'4", 115 pounds, 17 years old.
SFC (Retired) Craig Smithson, 6', 190, 46 years old.
Jeanne (aka Jasmine) Welch, 5'5", 110, 20 years old.*
Previously:
I had just finished having sex with Maggie for the first time. She was playful and I liked the playfulness of the Bradford women. If only their father had any of that. She had put her daughter down for a nap while we did the deed and they had just left. I was feeling pretty satisfied and decided to go to Mary's bar and watch football.
Sunday, 14 October 2012, The bar, Seattle, Washington.
When I got to the bar Sunday Night Football was on. It was on all the screens and I bellied up to my favorite spot at the end of the bar. Juliet was working, too, and waved. Mary saw me and smiled. She started the Guinness right away and then came over.
"So, you and my sister?"
I gave her my most innocent 'Who, me?' look. "What do you mean?"
"C'mon, I could tell something had happened between you two by the way she answered me. She and I have always been close, so I know something happened."
"Well, it was a bit difficult with Maddie there, but we did make out a little."
"Just a little?" She was such a tease.
"Like I said, having Maddie made it pretty difficult."
She eyed me suspiciously. "Hmmm. I'll call her and wrangle the truth out of her."
"That is the truth. What else do you want to know?"
"I want to know if you nailed your second Bradford sister." I just looked at her, trying to give away nothing. "Well?"
I looked back at her with the most offended look I could put on without laughing. "How crude! I detest the word 'nailed' and I'm not going after the Bradford's like I need to collect the whole set."
Mary eyed me suspiciously. "Hmmm. I think you like her and want her."
I chuckled and shook my head side-to-side. "Mary, I really had fun with your sister and her daughter. She seems to be a great person and Maddie is adorable. She reminds me of my own daughter at that age. I think you just like being the matchmaker."
She grinned. "Maybe." Her smile vanished and Mary seemed to get a little more serious. "Did she tell you anything about her husband?"
"No. Do I want to hear this from you or should I wait for her to tell me?"
Mary shrugged. "She was single until she was 24. Then she took a real liking to one of daddy's brokers, Jonathon. He didn't want to be called anything except his full name. He was a real asshole, completely self-serving, and took advantage of Maggie."
"In what way?"
"He took advantage of her innocence. Up until then she had had some experience with men, but nothing like him. After they were married, he abused her psychologically by calling her names, telling her she was fat or out of shape, and just denigrating anything she did or wanted to do. When they had Maddie, I hoped that things were getting better, but Maggie later admitted to me that she had a baby just because she wanted someone to love her unconditionally. Finally, he hit her a few times. That was it. She showed up at mom and dad's house one day with just what she and Maddie could carry and a black eye. That was three years ago. I don't think she's seen a man since."
"Yeah, that's not good."
"I only introduced you because I know you are a good guy. I could tell from the beginning, but now, after knowing you for a few weeks, I'm sure of it. I'm a good judge of character."
I eyed her suspiciously. "Yeah, I can tell by your choice of boyfriends."
"Hey!" She grinned. "Okay, so I sometimes ignore what my head is telling me for my libido."
I stared at her. "Are you sure you're not a guy?"
She laughed. "I don't know, aren't you sure?" She cupped her crotch like a guy and I rolled my eyes.
"Pretty damn sure."
"Good." And with that she went to attend to some other patrons and I was left there to contemplate where this was going. It could be great, but it could also be a train wreck. I didn't really know if the relationship with her ex had caused Maggie any lasting problems. I had known her too short a time.
I finished a couple of beers and then called it a night. I was tired.
Monday, 22 October 2012, John's apartment, Seattle, Washington.
I was busy as hell the week after having lunch with Maggie and Maddie Bradford. I continued to do some interviews with some companies for a job as a project manager or database engineer, but to no avail. So I kept working for Craig Smithson. I did some online research on some people. I even went out and did some checking on some alibis for a couple of folks. Since Craig's brother was a detective, he got regular work from some prosecutors when their office investigator was overly busy. I had talked to Maggie once, but she was busy all last weekend. I was watching Sports Center at about 1000 when there was a knock at the door. It startled me and I got my gun out just in case. I went to the door and looked through the peephole. It was Maggie. I put the gun behind a large plant on the table near the door and opened it.
Maggie was standing there in tight jeans and a t-shirt. She looked edible. "Good morning, beautiful!"
She actually blushed a little. "Good morning, John."
As she walked in I got a good look at her tight ass in those tight jeans. It was a crotch-tightening sight. "You look fantastic today."
She looked at me a little askance. "You don't have to pour it on. We've already had sex so you can be honest."
I looked at her confused. "What do you mean?" I hadn't seen much of this type of attitude the last time she was here, but the discussion with Mary had at least given me a warning.
"You don't have to keep laying on the complements. I'm a big girl; I know I'm not the perfect woman. I tried to be brave last time, but I was afraid that after your conquest you wouldn't want to see me again. I know that once men get sex from a woman their whole outlook changes."
It was my first glimpse into the kind of impact the men in her life had had in mentally beating her up. I reached out and took her hand. "Come with me." I led her into my bedroom where there was a full length mirror. I stood her in front of it. "What do you see?"
She looked and sighed heavily, her shoulders drooping. "I see a single mother who is having trouble raising her daughter, with bags under her eyes, wrinkles forming on her face, and a body that has seen better days." She looked at me in the mirror. "Satisfied?" She dropped her head.
"You are so wrong. You see all that because you want to see it and because too many people have run you down. Now, let me tell you what the normal man sees." I put my hand under her chin and held her head up so she had to look into my eyes in the reflection. I also pushed back on her shoulders to indicate I wanted her to stand up straight. "He sees a woman with great bones in her face. She has mesmerizing blue eyes, great skin, a comforting smile, and gorgeous blonde tresses." I moved my hand down to her waist. "When he looks at your body, he sees a lithe, sensual person. Your hips are not wide, but you have them, your waist is narrow and your breasts are the perfect size for your frame. You have, in other words, a very sexy and physically appealing shape." I took her and turned her to the side. "And look at this." I ran my hands down over her ass and squeezed a little. "A cute little bubble butt. Every man I know would love to watch you walk away from them because then they would see the nicest, tightest butt in Seattle. I know every time you walk by me, I take a good look."
Maggie turned to me and I could see a tear forming in one eye, threatening to make her mascara run. I thought she was going to say something about my description, but she suddenly reached up behind my head with her left hand and pulled me down into a kiss. This was not just any kiss, this one was making the crotch in my pants even tighter and I thought she was going to suck my tongue out of my mouth. We kissed like that for a minute or so and then she pulled back. She looked up at me with a little wistfulness. "Why couldn't I have met you first?"
I grinned. "Because then you would have been seducing a married man."
She smacked me on the arm. "You know what I mean."
"Yes, I do. Some men in your life have really done a number on you, Maggie. You are a beautiful, sexy woman, and any man who says different is gay or blind. No, I take that back, gay men still know when a woman is beautiful and sexy."
Maggie reached down and started undoing her jeans. "You really mean all that?"
I reached over and took her hand and put it on my erection. "What do you think?"
She grinned. "I think I'm gonna get fucked."
I pulled my head back in surprise. She was turning into the playful Maggie and also talking dirty. "Are you turning into a potty-mouth?"
She grinned wider, but looked a little unsure. "A little. Do you like it?"
"Absolutely."
"I've been reading romance novels and some erotica, too. That's how I've been keeping myself company."
"You mean you've been taking care of yourself." I accented the last four words to highlight the double meaning.
She blushed and looked at me sheepishly. "Uh, yes. In the absence of a man in my life I had to take matters into my own hands -- so to speak."
I moved in and kissed her hard. "Yes, you are going to get fucked, and you're going to love it. There's no little girl in the next room now, so you can be dirty, vocal, and loud. I don't mind. In fact, it's actually an ego boost to a man when the woman gets noisy."
"Figures. Men need more ego-stroking than dick-stroking."
"Ummm. I'm not sure that that's true. But we do enjoy all forms of stroking."
Maggie finished undressing quickly and I was not far behind. She climbed into the bed and gave me a smoldering look. God, this woman was hot when she wanted to be. She smiled and ran her hands over her body. "Are you going to prove to me what you just said?" She was completely different from the woman who entered my apartment 15 minutes ago.
I crawled up next to her. "As many times as physically possible."
She grinned and we went into another clinch, kissing hard, tongues fencing, our hands finding each other's erogenous zones. When I lightly pinched her tits she broke the kiss and moaned. "Please, fuck me now. I've actually been wet most of the morning trying to figure out if I should come here or not."
I crawled up over her and centered my dick. I slowly worked it in and she threw her head back and groaned. Her shaved pussy was delectable and still very tight. It took me a couple of thrusts to pick up enough moisture to get it all the way in. Once I was buried, she put her legs up around my waist. "Why would you not have wanted to come here?"
She looked at me quickly and I could see something approaching fear pass over her face. She put her head back down. She seemed to be trying to determine if she should tell me. Finally, she did. "Because I have had bad taste in men in the past and you scare me." She looked up at me again as I slowly began to move in and out. "I'm afraid you'll think I'm pushy or trying to capture you. I don't want to scare you off by coming on too strong and I also am afraid that I will fall for you and you'll turn out to be some sort of asshole."
"Well, I don't think you are pushy, but if I don't want to be captured, I won't be. And I don't know why you said that since we've only known each other a couple of weeks. It's a little early, don't you think?" I started a little faster rhythm, dragging my dick all the way out and pushing all the way in.
"Uh!" She grunted each time I bottomed out. "What -- about -- the -- asshole -- part." Each word was punctuated by a small release of air and the speaking of each word, timed at the point where I thrust deep into her.
"Maybe I am. In that case, you can just use me for your fuck toy."
She grinned. "I'm already doing that."
We then stopped discussing anything other than the actual sex act. Maggie really got into it and I could tell that, like Mary, she loved sex. She had just controlled her urges more from the way everyone talked about the two of them. I watched as her excitement ran over her face. She would smile at me and then close her eyes and concentrate on the enjoyment her nerve endings were sending to her brain. I slow stroked her and her body was very responsive. She humped back up at me, her pubic bone and mine coming together and stimulating her clit. Her nipples were at attention and I would lean over and suck on them occasionally and she loved that, too. We thrashed and made the hump-backed animal until I filled her with cum. She had two orgasms and seemed to love them, but her talking died away as she got into it so she was not noisy at all. When we finished I moved off her and we lay there recovering. Maggie was flat on her back and I was on my side, slowly running my hand over her very flat stomach. She really was in excellent shape.
"That feels good." Maggie was purring as I rubbed her belly.
"You are in very good shape. You deserve to relax and enjoy life a little, so I'm trying to help with that."
"I certainly enjoyed that. It's been since my husband left that I've had sex more than once with anyone."
"That's a lonely existence."
"Welcome to the life of a single mother with a daughter who is living with her parents."
"Why do you live at home? Why not somewhere else? Isn't he providing child support? And you said you were doing part-time teaching until you got a permanent job."
"When he first left, I was a mess and I needed the help, not financially, just the day-to-day psychological support you get from people that love you. My parents, really my entire family, rallied around me and when my mother told me I could live at home I figured I would until I got a permanent job. Jack pays decent alimony and child support. I've just been too lazy to get out on my own. And grandparents really do make the best babysitters."
I left that alone. I wanted to say that maybe she was hiding because her self-esteem was so low, but I was afraid to even broach it. Finally, I leaned over and kissed her. "I don't know about you, but I'm getting hungry."
She smiled. I loved her smile. "Good idea. After we eat, we'll be replenished enough for another round of sex." She stood up, still naked.
"What? Again? What are you, a nympho?" I stood up on the other side of the bed and we both started toward the bedroom door.
Maggie laughed. "No, but I do have some lost time to make up for." She reached for her clothes before leaving the bedroom.
"It's pretty warm in here. Would you mind staying naked for me? I think that'll make it easier to make up for some of that lost time."
She grinned and seemed to be feeling better about herself. She seemed to hesitate only slightly before murmuring, "Okay". She went into the bathroom to clean up a little and then while I was standing there waiting, she bounced into the kitchen, and I do mean that everything bounced.
We made some sandwiches and sat on the couch and watched some of the news. I had an old blanket that I had used as a cadet thrown over the back of the sofa, so we pulled it over ourselves and Maggie cuddled up to me with her head on my shoulder. I was thinking that maybe things were moving a little fast, but I did enjoy having her around. She could be a smart-ass as right back at me when I threw a barb her way, she was gorgeous, she was obviously a good mother, and she liked me. I was still worried about where it was going, but I decided to just relax and enjoy the day with her.
After a while Maggie started running her hands over my cock to awaken it for more fun. I grinned and let her until it was hard. Then I pulled the cover back and lightly pushed on her head. I wanted some head. She got the idea and leaned over to suck me. She was pretty good and knew how to give a blowjob while making it slow and sensuous. There was no hurry, that's for sure.
Finally, I pulled her up and pushed her back on the couch. She lay back and I took in the view. She seemed a little reticent to let me look her over, still wary of me, but I looked her over good. She was flushed across the top of her chest and neck. Her hair was mussed and her face glowed showing both good health and our recent exercise. Her tits were probably bordering on c-cup and the nipples were sensational. I had sucked on them before, but they were just so delicious that I had a hard time not diving in again. But I had other things in mind. I looked down at her crotch and her shaved pussy stared back at me. It was also swollen and flushed from both our earlier tryst and her new arousal. She watched me carefully and then I smiled. "Absolutely gorgeous." She grinned.
I crawled between her legs. Her pussy was still a little wet, but she assured me that she had washed herself. I was not fond of going down on a woman with my cum in her, but she said she had cleaned it and it had been over an hour, so I went to town. She thrashed and moaned and really let herself go. She seemed to have no reservations with being physical, regardless of her self-esteem issues.
Her pussy was very pink and extremely wet. I nibbled on the lips, licked the entire slit up to her clit, and gave her what she needed. I licked around her asshole and that made her tremble. I kept licking all the way up to her clit, which was making itself known, and that really got her going. I put a couple of fingers into her pussy, finding her g-spot, and then went to town on her clit. When I finished off her second orgasm by sucking and humming on her clit while two fingers rubbed her g-spot, I thought she was going to crush my head. She had obviously stayed in shape. I don't know if she just was active or the psychological trauma from being called fat by her husband was the motivator, but she definitely had strong legs.
After the second orgasm she was lying there like a limp wet dishtowel. I let her recover for a couple of minutes and then knelt between her legs and smiled at her, my cock pointing at her delicious pink cavern. She grinned back. "Go ahead; I'm certainly ready for it."
I looked down at where I was lining up the male and female ends of our sex. "Me, too."
As soon as I entered her, she smiled at me and pulled me down for a kiss. I slowly humped her and she held onto me by keeping an arm around my neck. "Don't worry about me," she whispered, "you already took care of that, just cum."
But I continued to slowly and methodically fuck her. She was really starting to get into it and I was getting close. Her body was rocking every time I hit bottom. She stared at me with her mouth open, a little gasp occurring with each thrust. Her tits were bouncing with each thrust as well, so I tweaked her nipples as I fucked her. Finally, I reached down and started running my right thumb over her clit and within ten seconds she was thrashing again. It was enough for me. I went into a tight clinch, slammed into her, and pumped her with cum. Each time I needed to spurt I had the undeniable desire to pull back slightly and slam into her. It was a good one and it lasted a long time. When I was finally done, I almost collapsed on top of her. She ran her hands all over my back and was just humming as we relaxed.
"Mmmm. I like having sex with you." She purred this lightly into my ear and I had to grin.
I pulled back and looked down at her. "Yeah, and I guess you can tell I absolutely hated it."
She smiled and reached up to kiss me. "Yeah, you came so hard I thought you were going to bruise my pubic bone. You looked like you really hated that."
We got cleaned up and Maggie left. It was a Monday, but I needed a drink. I had no tasks from Craig, so I went to the bar at about 6pm. Mary was working. She grinned when she saw me and I rolled my eyes at her. She grinned even larger.
I sat down and she started the Guinness. She came over and leaned toward me. "My sister says that she was very satisfied when she left your place today."
I shook my head. "I guess there no secrets between you two, are there?"
"Nope. She also told me what you said about her when she was first got there and was feeling a little depressed. It was just what she needed to hear and you were amazing. Thanks for that."
"Well, she is a very beautiful woman, but I did have an ulterior motive." I gave Mary a big grin.
"Yes, and you achieved your objective."
"Achieved my objective? Have you been reading some of my military books, or what?"
Mary shrugged. "Just heard it on TV."
I shook my head and she went to finish off the Guinness. I had a couple of them and things got a little busy, so I left. There wasn't going to be much chance of talking to Mary that night and Juliet was not working. I went home and got some sleep.
Friday, 26 October 2012, John's apartment, Seattle, Washington.
It was about 3pm and I had just finished some work for Craig on researching some items for a client when there was a knock on the door. I peeked out and saw Maggie and Maddie. I had not seen Maggie since Monday, but we had talked every day. I opened the door and Maddie ran to my legs to hug them.
"Hello, Mr. Jackson."
"Hello, Maddie. How are you?"
She stepped back and Maggie gave me a side hug around her daughter. "I'm fine, Mr. Jackson. Can I go get Pooh?"
"Sure. He's been lonely lately."
"Goodie!" She rushed out.
Maggie gave me a kiss and grinned. "She's been talking about the big Pooh all week. I hope we're not interrupting anything."
"Not at all. Can I get you something to drink? What about Maddie?"
"Just water for us both will be fine."
We sat down and Maddie came back with the big Pooh and started playing like she was giving it drinks of her water and Maggie and I talked. She was doing well and was still doing some part time teaching. She had taught the third grade for three days and loved it. My phone rang and it was my daughter. I answered and told her that Maggie and Maddie were there. I had already told her about them and when I mentioned that they were there in a way that indicated my daughter knew about them, Maggie's eyebrows went up. I just smiled and shrugged my shoulders. I talked to my daughter for a couple of minutes and she updated me on her weekend plans and how things were in school. As soon as I hung up, Maggie grinned.
"So, you told your daughter about us."
"Sure. No secrets there."
She grinned. "None?"
I smiled. "Well, I don't provide details, but she does know that we've been intimate." I glanced over at Maddie and she didn't seem to understand that.
She looked a little shocked. "Your told your 18 year old daughter that?"
"Well, I talked about you and she asked. I'll never lie to my daughter."
She eyed me for a moment. "What did you say about us?"
"Well, I told her that this bartender friend of mine was playing matchmaker with her sister and I agreed to meet her. Then I said that she was nice looking and her daughter was adorable." I saw Maddie smile while she played. She really doesn't miss much, but she didn't say anything.
"Nice looking, huh? That's what you told her?"
"Not exactly."
"So you won't lie to her, but you'll lie to me?"
I rolled my eyes. "Okay, do you really want to know what I said? Are you sure?"
She looked at me closely. There was some apprehension there. I could tell she was not sure about this and that her problems with men in the past meant that she didn't feel that confident about this. But then she steeled herself. "Sure."
"Okay, I said that I met this beautiful, but somewhat damaged soul, and I really liked her. I wanted to get to know her more and that my daughter should be prepared to meet her over Christmas."
She eyed me closely. "Hmmm. I'm not sure how I feel about that."
"You said you wanted to know. And I think it's an accurate description."
Maggie finally had to come into the conversation. "Mr. Jackson, what's that mean about the damaged soul?"
I grinned. "That means that your mother has not had as much fun in her life as she should have."
Maggie looked at her mother and, while still on her knees because she had been playing with Pooh on the coffee table, knee walked over to her mother's legs. "Mommy, aren't you having enough fun?"
Maggie patted her daughter on the shoulder and leaned forward to look at her. "I'm having plenty of fun now that I have you sweetheart."
Maddie looked over at me and then back at her mother. She wasn't quite sure about all this. "Okay." She went back to Pooh.
I looked at Maggie. "So maybe we should go have some of that fun now, right?"
She looked at me a little askance. "What, now? Where?"
"Let's take Maddie down to the Space Needle and then walk around the Market."
She thought about it for a second and then turned to Maddie. "Honey, do you want to go down to the Space Needle and then to the Market?"
She stood up. "Is the Market that place with all the fish and little shops?"
"Yes, honey, it is. A lot of folks call it the Pike Place Market."
She started hopping a little bit on her feet. "Yes, mommy, let's go. I want to go there."
We all stood up and I grabbed a jacket and we went out. We had a blast and Maddie was indeed a very well behaved little girl. I was really enjoying my time with them. We stayed out until about 9pm and then Maggie took Maddie home and I stayed in my apartment reading. It had been a good day.
Three weeks later....
Friday, 16 November 2012, John's apartment, Seattle, Washington.
It had only been a month since I met Maggie and Maddie and I definitely enjoyed being with them. Maggie and her daughter had come over several times and Maddie was a darling; well-behaved, interested in everything, and sharp as a tack. Maggie would sometimes be the strong-willed person I expected and sometimes would show her insecurities. I was hoping she'd get over that, but was also a little afraid that if we didn't work out, it might exacerbate the problem.
Also during this time, I was trying to keep my workouts going and my daughter told me she had a boyfriend. Okay, so I know she's 18 going on 19, but I'm still her father and I couldn't help but be a little worried for her. She had never really had a serious boyfriend and I wasn't sure how this was going to work out. I knew she was not a virgin either, but I still worried about that, too. I wanted her to be safe and protected, but I couldn't do anything about it from 3000 miles away other than ask her to be careful.
I was working full time for Craig now, doing private investigation work. It was enough to keep me busy and in money so that I was not going to drain my savings. I was just doing a little better than breaking even, which was all I needed.
Thanksgiving was a week away and I was caught up in the invitation I had received from Maggie to join them at her parents' house for the holiday. I had forgotten about my earlier run-in with the drug dealing dirt bags. I would regret this before the end of the day.
It was about 3:30 and this was the time that Maggie and Maddie would stop by after they both got out of school. Maggie was substitute teaching this week and enjoying the kids. When they arrived Maggie gave me a quick hug and then let Maddie run and jump into my arms. This was a ritual with which she could not do without. She squealed when I lifted her high and then I put her down so she could go get the big Pooh. Maggie gave me a more serious kiss.
I pulled back. "Mmmm. You taste good."
Maggie grinned. "Cherry lip balm."
Maddie ran back in with the Pooh. "Mommy, I forgot baby Pooh out in the car. Can I go get him, please?" She was trying to prove that she was a big girl and was always coming up with ways to show she could do things without an adult.
"Okay, honey. Be careful and hurry back." Maggie handed the car keys to Maddie. She raced away.
I pulled Maggie into a hug. "So, how's my favorite sex toy?"
She grinned. "You mean your only sex toy, right?"
I gave her my standard smart ass response with plenty of sarcasm. "Yes, dear."
Maggie started to say something to me when we heard a scream. It was a small child's scream; a little girl. It was Maddie.
The time from the end of the scream to reaction could have been measured in milliseconds. A mother instinctively knows her children's voices and reacts immediately to something like this. Maggie was out the door in a flash. I followed immediately behind her. On the way down we heard squealing tires as a car sped away. Those few moments were heart-stopping. When we got to the street, where Maggie's car was parked right in front of my apartment building, there was no sign of anyone. The car that had pulled away with squealing tires seemed to be an SUV heading west from my apartment building, but I couldn't be sure. Maggie's care keys were on the ground and it was obvious that Maddie had never reached the car. We frantically looked around her car and the immediate area. Maggie was frantic. I noticed the brown envelope on her windshield before she did. She was yelling Maddie's name and rushing back and forth. I did the same for a few seconds and then came back to the envelope. She looked at me.
"What are you doing? Where's my daughter! We have to call the police! I think that SUV took her!"
I picked up the envelope. It had my name on it and I knew what it was immediately. I took a deep breath and steeled myself. I didn't have to be Sherlock Holmes to deduce who did this. Maggie stared at me as I opened it. There was a short note inside and a cell phone.
Dear asshole,
Bring $25,000 and a personal apology to me to get the girl back. I'll call you at 9pm today. No cops.
The Offended Party
Maggie ripped the note from my hand and read it. "What's going on? What does this mean? John, what the fuck is going on? Who has my daughter?"
I closed my eyes and took another deep breath. This was going to be bad. I tried to calmly explain to Maggie about the situation with the drug dealers with whom I had had a run in. I told her that I thought it was over, but that they obviously didn't believe so. I must have wounded their pride. Maggie was pretty good through most of it, but by the end she was sitting on the steps in front of my apartment sobbing and rocking back and forth. I called Craig and told him what was happening. He said he'd be here momentarily.
While waiting for Craig, Maggie called her father and he also said he'd be right here. I tried to hold Maggie, but she shrugged my attempt off and glared at me, while tears continued to roll down her face. This is what I was afraid of. She was going to blame me for this. Hell, she was probably right. It was my fault. I was an idiot for thinking that these drug dealing assholes would just go away. They were just waiting for things to cool down and then come after me -- only Maggie and Maddie got in the way.
After everyone arrived at almost the same time, there was no way to calm down a mother whose child had been kidnapped and that just ramped up the emotions of everyone else. Nothing substantive came out of the yelling, screaming, and crying that was going on. We had moved upstairs into my apartment and now there were all kinds of discussions, none of which appeared to be productive. Finally, Mr. Bradford came over, glaring at me.
"So, what do you intend to do about this?"
I stared at him. I hated him in that moment, but he was right, it was my fault and it was my decision about what to do. I looked at my watch. It was now 7:30. "I'm going to tell them that I'll get the $25,000 on Monday and bring it to them." There really wasn't any other choice.
"I can't bear the thought of Maddie being with them for the weekend." He was actually appearing more human now.
I thought about it. Maybe he would like to help. "If you have $25,000 cash laying around that you can get your hands on this weekend, then I can do it tomorrow. You loan me the money and I'll pay it back next week."
He looked at me a little askance. "You think you will be around next week?"
I took a deep breath. He knew exactly what was going on here. "That remains to be seen."
He stared at me and then pulled out his phone. He called someone named Frank and asked him to meet him in the office in 20 minutes. He turned to me. "I'll be back in an hour with the money." Then he turned and left.
I was a little shocked at this turn of events. He was actually helping. Of course he was. It was his granddaughter that was in trouble. I wondered if he would have reacted that way if it was Mary, the black sheep.
The ladies were all together and commiserating with each other so Craig came over. He pulled me into the next room. "I have three buddies from Ft. Lewis who will be here in 30 minutes. They left just after I headed over here. They are young, single Rangers. I served with them before and they said they would do anything they could when I told them about Maddie. They're idealists with a strong sense of reality."
I stared at him. "They reacted that fast?"
"They are all experts, they are bored, and they hate drug dealers. They owe me and they'll do whatever we want. They also have excellent private weapons since they are all hunters. We'll have two excellent shooters here in a short time and the other is not bad."
I thought about it. "Okay, but we will have to work out how to employ them very carefully."
"Right." Obviously, while I was working with distraught people, Craig had been thinking about this. "Okay, look, we can't finalize anything until he names a place. But if we come up with one that he considers neutral, maybe we can control a few things. For instance, we can get good vantage points for a couple of shooters and some clear fields of fire for them on anyone he brings along. In any case, two can be shooters and the third can take out anyone they try to put into position like we are doing. I think we need to see if we can name the place, but if we can't, then we have to work on how to do it on his turf, which could be bad. Do you think you can get him to go do a neutral place?"
"Maybe." I thought it over. "I think I can get him to do that by appealing to his machismo. I'll call him out and see how it works."
"Okay, but if you can't we'll need some time to reconnoiter his location. So if you want to do a location that we pick, let's check out some things on the net." I was glad he was there so that I could focus with him on a logical approach to things and keep out of the emotions flowing on the other side of the room.
Craig and I went over to my computer and he brought up several locations and we discussed the advantages and disadvantages they gave us. We used both regular mapping and Google maps. We both felt that first priority went to protecting Maddie. After that, it was protecting me. Then finally, the last priority, but certainly not the least, was taking out at least the leader and letting the drug trade find another one the hard way.
It was 8:30 by the time we finished and Mr. Bradford came back in. The ladies all rushed to him and he pushed them away and came towards me. He handed me a leather satchel and nodded. I didn't open it. He went over and consoled his wife and daughter and Maggie wouldn't look at me. Craig noticed and he grabbed me by the arm and turned me away from her.
"Don't worry about that right now. Nothing can be done about that until we get the girl back. Focus on that for now."
I understood what he was saying, but it was hard. I was falling in love with this slightly broken woman. I was hoping it wasn't my desire to 'fix' her or make her better. I didn't think so. She was just a highly attractive, intelligent, smart woman; a good mother; a great sex partner. Damn! Falling for her was not the best thing in the world for me, was it?
Craig's phone rang and he answered, walking away. He came back to me and told me the Rangers were here. I looked over at the Bradfords. Oh, well. They were going to find out anyway. I told him to have them come up.
When the Rangers entered the room, the atmosphere changed instantly. They were all about 6' tall and lean; hair cropped very close, and carrying what had to be rifle cases. Two were white, one black, and all three were wearing their serious, here-to-kick-some-ass faces. Craig met them at the door and shook their hands, then came over to introduce them to me. The Bradford family was watching closely. Each of them walked up to me and shook my hand, calling me 'Colonel Jackson' and then stood back and waited for me to say something. I motioned them all into my bedroom and told them I had to talk to the family of the missing girl. They all nodded and I could see the anger in their eyes. They had been raised and trained to protect those that could not protect themselves and were always pissed when someone took advantage of a child. Child molesters and kidnappers were the lowest of the scum in their eyes. I shared that view.
I went back into the living room and the air seemed to have chilled like an air conditioner was on high. I walked up to Mr. Bradford and Maggie, who still wouldn't look me in the eye.
"Mr. Bradford, Maggie, my support team has arrived and we will be putting together a plan to make sure that we get your daughter back safe. I want you to know that our first priority is to get Maddie back safe. If you want to stay here, Maggie can show you the adjoining apartment, which is also mine. Do you need anything?"
Mr. Bradford seemed to be warming to me. "Maddie is the first priority, what's second?"
I looked directly at him. "Me."
He nodded and the others looked at me like I was crazy, except Maggie who looked like she would agree with anything to get her daughter back. "Look folks, this is the way things have to be. I will get Maddie back. Do not doubt it. Also, do not doubt that those young soldiers in there share my position. We abhor people who hurt, abuse, or use children. Please try to get some rest. We should be getting the phone call," I looked at my watch, "in about 5 minutes."
I turned to walk away and as I did I saw Mr. Bradford hold the women back, who obviously had plenty to say to me. Maybe he wasn't so bad. I also hoped my rah-rah speech had convinced them that things were really going to be all right. I certainly hoped so, but drug dealers are not easy to deal with and don't follow the rules of any convention.
I stood in the kitchen and stared at the throw away phone they had provided. It was on the counter. At precisely 9:02 it rang. I picked it up.
"Yes?"
"Hey, asshole, what's shaking?" He was such a smartass I couldn't see any way around killing him.
"Let me speak to Maddie."
"Now hold on..."
I cut him off. "We have nothing to discuss unless I can speak to her every time we contact each other."
I could hear the wheels turning in his head. He knew this would happen. Nobody negotiates for a person without knowing they were okay. Anyone who watched movies knew the phrase 'Proof of Life'.
"Just a second."
Suddenly, I heard Maddie's voice. She sounded pretty good. "Mr. Jackson?"
"Hey, Maddie." She sounded good enough that I put the phone on speaker. "We're all here and we are going to get you back tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay. Mommy?"
Maggie rushed over near the phone and started speaking. "Maddie, honey, are you okay? Is everything alright? They haven't hurt you, have they? They..." I shushed her by putting my hand in front of her mouth and her eyes shot daggers at me.
"I'm okay, Mommy. I just want to come home. How come I'm going to sleepover at this place?" They had obviously been trying to keep her calm by telling her lies about why she was there.
Before Maggie could speak again I took the phone off speaker. "Maddie, just be patient. I'll be coming to get you tomorrow. Everything is going to be fine." Maggie was trying to get at the phone and her father was holding her back. I nodded to him. She was making too much noise, so I walked into my bedroom.
The icy tone of the head drug dealer returned. "Okay, that's enough. You just bring the money and apologize to me and my friends and everything will be fine."
"Don't worry; I have the money right now. I can bring it first thing in the morning. I suggest we do it someplace public."
"No, we do it at my location or not at all."
"What's the matter? You afraid I might get away? You afraid you won't get your chance to kick my ass personally?" I thought goading him in this manner might work.
"Fuck you, asshole. I just don't want you thinking that you can play any tricks on me."
"Then I'll give you several locations and you pick one."
"No, it's here or it's off."
I thought by poking at his desire to personally kick my ass that he'd fold, but he was smarter than that. I also had no leverage. "Okay, agreed. Where is it?" He gave me an address. I wrote it down and showed it to Craig. He gave me the thumbs up. He knew where it was and we could work with that. "Agreed. What time?"
"9am sharp." He hung up.
I went back into the other room and Maggie attacked me. She was calling me names and yelling about her daughter. I just took it while her father and Craig pulled her away from me.
I directed everyone from the family into the other room. I told them to make themselves as comfortable as they could. Then I closed the door and turned to Craig and the three Rangers. I asked them for their first names. The two best shooters were Marty and Carl. The third guy, who was touted as the kind who could get into anything and take someone out quietly was Vernon. We sat down and Craig explained what he knew about the place. He also said that this guy was sloppy since he gave us the address the night before. He should have withheld it until the morning. He was probably just a cocky shit who knew nothing about strategy. He probably also assumed that we had our hands full with the family and could not call on assistance.
We went on Google maps and most of the area had been filmed, but the interior was still an unknown. It was a large warehouse in a line of warehouses, but we had no description of the inside. We figured that that was not his normal place of business. He wouldn't want to bring attention to it or burn his usable drug dealing location, but he either owned it or it was abandoned. Craig got on the phone to see if he could find that out this late.
Marty and Carl said they had just been to the range with their rifles and everything should be perfect for them to get a shot pretty well exactly where they were aiming. Anything within 500 meters would be easy. After that it would be a little iffy to be too accurate if people were bunched up. We studied the place and figured there was nowhere in or around that building that would require a shot that long. We discussed whether or not I should take any weapons at all, but we figured it would be immediately lost when they frisked me. We went through the most common scenario.
I would approach the building and be watched. Once there, they would let me in the door after frisking me for wires and weapons. All I would be allowed to bring in was the money. Then there would probably be a location within the warehouse where the leader and Maddie would be. They would take me there for the exchange. We decided that if I took the money in initially we would lose leverage so we decided that I would leave that outside with someone and go in to make contact. I would ensure that Maddie was freed before the money was handed over. I would use myself as the collateral at that point. After that, we were unsure about what the leader's goal was. He was either predisposed to kill me or he just wanted to humiliate me and make a point. We figured that if he just wanted to humiliate me or make a point that he would probably just send a couple of guys to beat me up and put me in the hospital. So we settled on the fact that he planned to kill me. That gave us plenty of motivation, especially me, to make sure we had a very good plan.
Since the guy made the mistake of giving us the location already, we decided it was time to check it out and put some more details in my plan to save my own skin as well as Maddie's. It was approaching midnight and the three Rangers gathered up their stuff and we left. We rode in Craig's SUV, a large Bronco. We stopped at a Subway and got them something to eat and I called my daughter to speak to her one more time. If things went south, I wanted to say bye, though I didn't tell her that. She was a night owl and was still up on the East Coast after being at a party.
We decided we had to reconnoiter the location to see if we could pre-stage at least the two shooters. We got near the location and approached a neighboring warehouse from the rear. There were several warehouses all in a line here that shared a common roof. Marty and Carl were going to try to find a place to set up for the night. Vernon was also going to get set up. He wanted to find a good place to maybe eliminate some of the drug dealer's henchmen as we got closer to the rendezvous time. Vernon also reminded everyone to do slow movements.
"Remember, quick movements really catch the eye. If you think someone can almost see you in the shadows, move very slowly to cover. The eye and the brain are immediately drawn to quick movement."
I grinned. Another military lesson that we never forgot.
We were able to get onto the roof of the neighboring building and make our way quietly to the building in question. The roof was flat and had a lot of items on it. There were air conditioner units, heat release pipes, and, fortunately for us, fire escape hatches. We found the fire escape hatch for this warehouse and started to open it. Vernon hissed at us and we all turned. He pulled a can of WD40 out of his backpack and gave us a big grin. He then sprayed any moving part on it. We cracked it open a little and there was just a momentary grinding noise and then it quieted down. Vernon just nodded his head at his smart action and smiled. We got the hatch all the way open and slowly crawled down inside.
The warehouse was set up with two offices in the northwest corner and it was wide open the rest of the way around. The fire escape was in the southwest corner and there was some equipment stacked in a few locations around the warehouse, otherwise it was empty. It was good that the roof, the fire door, and everything else around us were quiet, because we saw movement in the end office. We could also hear some music or a TV playing in that room. We maintained our position for about 30 minutes to see if there were any roving patrols, or any other movement, but there were none. Vernon, dressed in black with very dark skin, and well camouflaged, made his way down a ladder to the floor. He made his way stealthily along the wall and toward the office. When he got there, he crouched below the right hand corner of the window closest to the wall and then leaned slowly up to take a long slow peek. He was in darkness and well hidden. He turned to us and held his hands up against the wall. He motioned that there were 3 people in the room. He then used sign language, which I didn't get and it turns out that he and Carl had deaf brothers and spoke sign language to each other a lot. Carl translated softly.
"Three people. Girl is there. Two henchmen. Large, armed. Semi-automatics leaning against wall."
We all looked at each other. Did the leader really believe that we might not check this location out? We had snuck in, but had been ready for action at any time. Now it appeared that we could settle things tonight. Was there a trap? Craig and I looked at each other, both knowing what we were going to say. The Rangers knew it, too.
"Do we go now?" I whispered to Craig.
He looked around. "Better than in the morning." He called Carl and Marty close. "Carl, stay here and watch for others, but keep your weapon trained on that room. Marty, come with us to the floor. Stay back in the shadows and keep your weapon ready to shoot whoever comes out of that room, too." He turned to me. "It's your call, Colonel. Do you want to enter the room first or should I?" He held up a flash-bang grenade and grinned. Then he described what he wanted to do. "We'll have Marty drop something over where he'll be hiding and see if one of these assholes comes out. As soon as the door opens, we'll take him with a shot or let Vernon take him down. One of us will immediately toss the flash-bang into the room at the furthest point from the girl and then we'll enter. Leader goes left, next person right. We take the fucker down and get that little girl back."
I looked at Craig. These guys were going through a lot for me. I pointed to my chest. "I'll go first."
He nodded. He looked at Marty and Carl and they nodded. They looked at each other and Marty said 'left' and Carl said 'right'. Carl lay down on the small landing we were on and got into a good prone shooting position. The rest of us slowly made our way to the floor. Marty moved back into the far shadows and set up. Craig and I approached along the wall toward Vernon in a low crouch. When we got there, we told him the plan. He pulled out a long, serrated edge, hunting knife and nodded. He drew a plan on the floor of the office and where Maddie was. She was on a cot in the far, left corner. It was a great position for what we had in mind. We were ready.
Craig and I crawled along the wall, beneath the two windows that showed the office and got on the far side of the door. It opened outward, so it opened toward us. Vernon would need to get the guy coming out first, and then Craig and I would have to swing around the door to enter. Craig and I cocked our weapons as quietly as possible and I pulled the pin on the grenade, holding the handle down until we were ready. Craig waved at Marty and he managed to drop something that sounded like a tin can onto the floor. In that silent room, it echoed loudly. We could hear movement in the room and then the door opened.
It is said that all plans are only good until first contact and that was true here as well, but it worked in our favor. We had evaluated this situation like we were going up against professionals. But these were buffoons and they both decided to come out the door, the second guy carrying his weapon, but the first showing no sign of arms. Vernon was already moving at the first one when he saw the second one. Instead of killing the first one he quickly swiped the blade across the guy's large arm, sending blood flying and the guy to the floor and then tried to do the same to the second one. When the second one reacted a little quickly and pulled back, he missed. I started to stand up and shoot the guy, but Vernon dropped to the ground and yelled 'Go'.
Evidently, these guys were a good team and worked together because the cavernous warehouse was suddenly rocked with the sound of two loud shots from the rifles almost simultaneously. The two guys went down, dead before they hit the ground. Obviously, the left and right directions between Marty and Carl was their way of deciding who had which individual when shooting.
I turned and handed the flash bang to Craig, who carefully took it so the safety handle was held down. I then scampered quickly around the dead bodies and into the room towards the far corner. Maddie was lying there on the cot, her hands tied in front of her, her ankle tied to the cot, and a gag in her mouth. Her eyes were wide, tears spilling out, and she was shaking. I took her in my arms and held her as I removed her gag. She didn't say anything, just burrowed into my chest and cried. Her little body was shaking from the hard sobs and my heart was breaking for her. Six years old and exposed to this. It was unthinkable.
Craig helped untie her other bonds as I continued to hold her. I told her how brave she was, how she had been so good, and tried to make her feel better and relaxed. She had wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist and was refusing to let go. I just sat there and waited for her to calm down. I heard Craig tell the others to remove the evidence and then I heard the sound of bodies being dragged across the floor outside. It was almost over.
A couple of minutes later Marty and Vernon came back and put the contents of the two guys pockets in two neat piles on the table. One had a cell phone. I looked at the two driver's licenses and then at Craig. He looked back and pointed to his watch. "It's 3:30. Do you want to wait for him?" We both knew who 'him' was.
I thought about it. "I would love to, but I need to get Maddie out of here and to her mother."
Craig nodded. "That's probably best." He looked at the others. They nodded.
Carl was smiling at Maddie. "You are such a brave girl. Very, very brave and smart." Maddie smiled at the compliment and hid her face in my chest.
I stood up with Maddie clinging to me like a barnacle. "We only have one vehicle."
Craig looked at the others. "Carl, why don't you drive Colonel Jackson and Maddie back to his place and come back immediately. We're going to stay for the big cheese. The colonel can come back after he reunites Maddie with her mother."
Carl nodded. "Roger that. Let's go Colonel."
We left and were back at my apartment at about 4am. I entered quietly, but Maggie was awake on the couch, head in her hands, and thinking about the worst case. When I entered she screamed and leaped the couch to run to us. Maddie finally released her grip on my neck and turned to her mother who grabbed her and held her in a return bear hug. They both cried and we woke the others because they came in, one by one, rubbing their eyes, but all gasping and smiling when they saw Maddie.
I turned to Mr. Bradford and pointed to the satchel on the floor. "Didn't need it."
He looked up at me. "Do I need to ask what happened to the perpetrators?"
"No."
"Do I want to know?"
"No."
He stared at me for a couple of seconds and then stuck out his hand. "Thank you for taking care of this so quickly."
I still felt responsible. "It was my fault; my problem to solve."
He looked at me closely, nodded, and went back to the group who were all touching and talking to Maddie. I went into my bedroom.
I let them have about 45 minutes to themselves, and then I came out of my room. I addressed them all, because they all looked up when I came in. "Okay, folks. You can stay or leave, your choice, but I have more work to do. I'll be back much later today."
They all just nodded and Mr. Bradford held my gaze for a couple of seconds. I started towards the door when a small missile barreled its way into my legs. I turned to Maddie and picked her up.
"Thank you, Mr. Jackson." I got a very strong hug from her.
"You're welcome, Maddie." I put her down and she raced back to her mother. Maggie didn't say a word and barely looked at me.
When I got back to the warehouse it was 6:30am, I didn't see any problems out front, so that meant that the leader had probably shown up and been captured by Craig and the boys. I walked up toward the warehouse and Carl stepped out from behind a dumpster. He grinned. "We have him inside."
We walked over and he opened the door for me. We stepped inside. Craig, Marty, and Vernon were sitting on chairs, having more Subway when we entered. The leader, whose name I had never known, was sitting in the middle of them, facing backwards in a chair, tied over it with his chest pressed tightly up against the back. He looked up at me with anger and I just smiled. "It's a beautiful day, eh?"
He just glared at me and the others chuckled. I motioned to Vernon, the closest individual. "Remove his gag." He did so and the guy just continued to glare at me. "Nothing you want to say?"
He thought about that for a second and then spoke. "If you let me go, I promise to never intrude in your life again."
"Your promises don't mean anything to me. I only believe promises from people I trust."
He glanced around the room. "Then you're going to kill me?"
"Isn't that you had planned for me?"
"Probably. I hadn't made up my mind yet. I wanted to see how you reacted to my demands."
I looked around the room. As I got to each man with my eyes, he answered. Carl nodded, agreeing with killing him. Vernon agreed. Marty did, too. Craig, however, stood up and came over to me.
"You think you will be okay with that?" He spoke low and kept it between us.
I looked at him. "I don't know. The man is a menace to so many people its ridiculous. On top of that he personally threatened me and a 6 year old girl. You think we should let him live?"
Craig looked over at him. "I just don't like killing someone so coldly. Maybe there's another way out?"
"Like what?"
"We have him rat on somebody and we check out whether or not that's a good deal with my brother. Once he rats on someone, he won't stick around here. They'll kill him in an instant."
I thought about it. "Okay, ask him. But the deal is that we have to have access to all his monies and we'll let him keep half. The rest we get to use for others."
"Sounds good to me." Craig went over to the leader, who was looking a little frantic, but controlling his physical reaction pretty well. "What's your name?"
"Ken."
"Well, Ken, here's the deal. We have decided that you have one chance to live. If you lie to us, you die. We'll give you an overdose of your own product and leave you here. If, however, you give us the name of your supplier, we'll give you until tomorrow to get out of town with half your money. The other half stays with us. What do you think?"
"75%."
Craig stared at him for a second; shocked that Ken's first words were a bargaining of the amount of money he could keep. "50% take it or leave it."
Ken hesitated and Vernon came over with a large bag of what looked like heroin. I was not sure, but they were. He looked up at me. "Found it over in the office."
Ken suddenly perked up. "Okay, 50%. I have about $25 mil in some accounts and I can move half to wherever you guys want it. The man who is our major supplier is Jon J-O-N Yong Y-O-N-G. If you let me go, I'll get my half and get the hell out of here. Just give me until tomorrow noon before you tell the feds."
I looked over at him as Craig walked away, making a phone call. "It's going to be a little different than that. First, we get a computer over here so that we can have you transfer half the monies to another account. Then you can do whatever else you need to do to move your 50% somewhere. Then we drop you at the airport. As soon as we feel you are out of the country, we'll provide the name to the Feds."
He looked around. "Deal." He was suddenly much more relaxed and I was amazed at how easy this had been.
Craig was over by the door and jerked his head toward the outside. "Be right back." He was gone for a couple of minutes and then came back in with a laptop. "You should be able to do whatever you have to do on here." He set up the computer, logged in, and then went into the office to make another phone call on his cell. He shut the door so we couldn't hear.
Ken accessed his bank accounts without any need to refer to anything. Obviously, he had memorized all his accounts and passwords. He moved half to some account in the Cayman Islands. We watched closely. Then Craig came back and handed him a slip of paper with an account number on it. "Put our 50% in here."
I raised my eyebrows, but Craig shook his head. Ken moved the money as Craig watched to make sure it was properly done.
When that was done Craig called Vernon over and looked at Ken. "Can you get out of town immediately?"
Ken nodded. "If you drop me at the airport, I'm gone. I was ready to be done with this anyway. You'll never hear from me again."
So that was it. He was almost ready to make the jump to rich citizen of some other country before we even came along.
Craig nodded to Vernon. "Okay, cut him loose from the chair, but don't release his hands until you drop him at the airport. Then he can go wherever it is he wants to go and we don't care." He turned to me. "My brother confirmed that this Jon Yong is a known and wanted major supplier, but they didn't know he was providing drugs up here. He's known more for southern California. The account number I provided is one that my brother has used before to transfer assets in and out of for drug related busts. He'll get with the Feds tomorrow and give them the money and anything else that the cops will get from here. I told him about the two dead guards and he told me to leave them in the corner and they'll take care of it."
Ken looked around. "Can you take me into the office so that I can get my passport and some cash?"
"You have money in there?"
Ken nodded.
"We didn't find anything else and we searched. Must be well hidden."
We followed Ken into the office and he indicated that there was a something under one of the tiles under the desk. The floor in the office was made up of the typical vinyl floor tiles and there didn't appear to be any breaks in any of them. Plus, in a warehouse like this the floor was usually one large concrete slab. We moved the desk out of the way, he pointed to the right one, and Vernon pried it up with his knife. There was a safe buried in the floor. Ken gave him the numbers and Vernon opened the safe. It was so stuffed with cash, I was surprised it closed. Vernon pulled out six bags of cash and in the middle of them all was a passport and a file.
"My passport and as much cash as I can carry will be all I can take. The rest is yours. The file contains everything I needed to protect myself against Jon Yong and you can give it to the Feds. I was ready to make this jump in a few months anyway." It was just as I thought. He was preparing to drop a dime on his supplier and get out of the country.
Vernon put Ken's passport in his windbreaker pocket and then put a bag of cash under his arm. "You can take this."
We all stared at the rest of the cash. There were five bags. Perfect. I picked them up one by one and handed them to each of the other people and one for me. "For services rendered." They all grinned. "Okay, get him out of here and we'll all head home."
We left. Vernon drove the vehicle that the Rangers brought over to the Seattle-Tacoma Airport with Ken and the rest of us piled into my car and went back to my apartment. Craig perused the file in the car and relayed to all of us that the Feds would love it.
Vernon called as soon as he had released Ken. He had watched him and followed him to a United Airlines terminal where he paid cash for a first class ticket to Miami. He had a connecting flight to somewhere, but Vernon didn't catch where that was. We all popped open a beer and Vernon called when he saw Ken board and the doors close. He then came back and had a beer with us. We all toasted our luck and then the Rangers left. Craig stayed for a few minutes.
"So, do you think she'll ever forgive you?" We all knew who 'she' was.
"I don't know. I hope so. I've become very attached to her daughter and I think I'm in love with her."
"Well, just give it a little time. Meanwhile, I have to get home to the wife." He hefted the bag of cash in his hand. "I'll use this slowly and not tell her about my sudden windfall. No need to have to explain this. If it comes in a little at a time, she'll just believe that work is going well."
"Good idea. Don't spend it all at once. You should remind your buddies, too."
"They know. They'll be good. I'll verify it, but I trust them completely."
"Good. Now, I think I need some sleep."
"Roger that. See you later." Craig left. I looked at the bag of money. I had a sudden charitable urge. I took out a stack of 100s, probably about $3000 and walked over to Sam's apartment. I knocked. She answered immediately. "Hello, Sam." Before she could say anything I handed her the stack of cash. "This is for the trouble I caused you. Don't say anything, just take it and enjoy. I don't want to ever hear about it again. Just use it to support your family." I turned and walked away. She was calling me, but I just walked into my apartment, turned and gave her a smile, and closed the door.
I fell into bed exhausted.
When I woke later that day, I pulled out the bag of cash and counted it. There was $200,000 in the bag minus the $3000 I gave to Sam. I hope everyone took care with the cash. It would be bad if it showed up suddenly. Too many people would question its source.
I tried to call Maggie, but she refused to pick up her cell. I called Mary and she answered and told me she was sorry, but Maggie had said she wanted nothing to do with me ever again. She felt I had lied to her and Mary thought that after her previous relationship problems, Maggie was gun shy. I told her not to give up on everything yet, but I got the feeling that even Mary was doubtful that we would ever get together again.
*To be continued...* |
Step By Step Ch. 09 | 25,341 | 4.75 | 528,857 | [
"lesbian d/s",
"lesbian drama",
"lesbian novella",
"drama"
] | Almost in a state of shock Helen wandered through the town until, without even realising how she'd got there, she ended up in the docklands. Nowadays there's little left of the working docks and it 's mostly been gentrified. She found a bit that had been grassed over and sat down on a bench, staring across the waters. The rain, never far off all day, started again in earnest but she didn't move, she just sat there watching the patterns that the raindrops made.
She felt devastated. Everything she had been brought up to believe had turned to dust. Now she could see the rock solid certainties from Sunday school classes as the hateful bigotry it had always been. The small minded values, the holier than thou, the endless 'thou shall not's now looked mean and joyless. They all talked of love but all they preached was hate, picking mercilessly on anyone who was different, anyone who didn't fit their mould.
And, talking of different, there was Sam, sweet, kind, Sam; how she ached for her, how she yearned for her, how she wanted her. She knew now she would never be complete without her.
Seeing Sam, even under those appalling conditions, even in the middle of all that screaming, had brought home how much she missed her, how much she wanted to be with her. She'd been such a fool, she'd ruined it all and now she was just left with this sick ache in her heart. Even when Rob had left it hadn't felt this bad. The worst of it was that she would now be forever associated with the hatred, Sam would never forgive her. Just as she had found love she had thrown it away, sacrificed it to a set of standards she no longer believed in. The tears streamed down, mixing with the rain.
Eventually, wet through and cold to the bone, she made her way home and went to bed.
The next morning, bleary eyed after a night of broken and fretful sleep, she struggled in to work. For most of the morning she just sat at her desk, staring into space, letting the work pile up in her in tray. At eleven thirty she had to go to the toilets and she set of down the corridor. However, when she got there she found Susan Woodman standing at the wash basins repairing her makeup.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the paedo patrol in person," Susan sneered.
"Susan, please, it wasn't like that," Helen replied, shocked at the vehemence.
"Protect our children. That's what the banner read, wasn't it? You can't get much plainer than that," Susan said angrily.
"But I... But I... I didn't mean it; I didn't even want to be there. Please, you've got to believe me." Helen's tears, never far away all morning, started to flow freely.
Susan stood and stared for a moment but it wasn't long before her kind heart overtook her anger and, with an "Oh, come here." She scooped up Helen and gave her a big hug. For what seemed like ages they just stood there, Helen's head resting on Susan's shoulder. At one point the door opened but Susan told whoever it was to 'find another one' as she gently stoked Helen's hair, soothing her and calming her down.
"Maybe there is another side to this story," Susan said at last. "Look, it's only ten minutes to lunchtime. Why don't you join me in the pub across the road? OK?"
Helen just nodded.
"Right then, I've got to rush, if I don't get back to my desk for a few minutes before I go for lunch there will be trouble. See you in ten minutes," Susan said gently.
"Thank you, Susan, thank you," Helen replied as the two women left the toilets and returned to their desks.
Helen was first in the pub so she bought a couple of cokes and found a table in a quiet corner. There wasn't going to be much privacy but this was the best she could do and, simply talking to Susan, had already brightened her day. When Susan arrived Helen gave her a little wave and she came over and sat down next to her.
"Is that coke for me? Thanks," Susan said as she sat down. "Now, tell me everything."
"I've been so stupid, so weak, so pathetic," Helen started. "I didn't mean to hurt anyone, I really didn't but I ended up hurting everyone. Well, you know how it started, how Sam and I had a row. Well, on Saturday my mum phoned..."
Step by step Helen explained about the lunch, how she'd been too weak to say no, too scared to take a stand against her parents and the pastor. "At first I didn't know what I thought about it and then, when I did know, it all seemed too late. I thought that if I could just get through the day then I could sort it all out, get back to Sam, tell her I was wrong. The next thing I know I'm standing on a street corner holding that awful placard. If only I'd told him 'no', if only I'd told him where to stuff it. I'd do anything, anything at all if I could just rewind the clock, go back and do it properly. Now I've lost Sam, lost her forever."
"You really miss her, don't you?" Susan said. Helen couldn't answer, she was too busy crying.
"Do you know, I think she misses you as well," Susan continued. Helen's head jerked up.
"Do you mean..." Helen said, grasping at this straw of hope.
"Whoa! I'm not sure exactly what I do mean, not yet anyway." Susan, taken by the strength of her friend's feelings, was busy trying to work out what to do next. "You've upset quite a few people. A full public apology might be a good place to start."
"Of course, but how?" Helen asked eagerly.
"Tell me, seriously, how far are you prepared to go to get Sam back? How much does this really mean to you?"
"Susan, trust me, I'll do whatever it takes. Please, just give me a chance," Helen said eagerly.
For a long while Susan just stared at Helen, weighing things up, thinking things over.
"You really do love Sam, don't you?" she asked at last.
"Yes, yes, I do. I know that now," Helen said fervently.
"OK, I've got an idea but first I need to make a few phone calls. Meet me after work; four thirty in the lobby. Can you do that?" Susan said.
"Whatever it takes. Give me a chance and I'll be there," Helen replied.
When Susan got down to the lobby at four thirty Helen was already there, impatiently pacing back and forth. Susan led her out to the car park and across to her battered Peugeot 106.
"Where are we going?" Helen asked as Susan nosed the car into the rush hour traffic.
"You'll see," Susan replied cryptically. "You know I said that a public apology might be a good start. Well, I think I know how that can be arranged."
Susan parked the car in one of the town centre car parks and, taking Helen by the hand, led her down the stairs and onto the back streets and alleyways just off the High Street. As they ducked down an alley Helen recognised the door to the club where she and Sam had been just nine days ago. Susan went up to the door and rapped firmly. The shutter was drawn back briefly and the door was opened revealing Wanda, standing there dressed in jeans and a tee shirt.
"Hi there, Susan, what can I do for you? What's with all these urgent phone calls and clandestine meetings?" Wanda asked.
"Thanks for meeting us. I need a favour, or rather Helen here, she needs a favour," Susan replied.
"Her!" Wanda hadn't really noticed Helen who had been tucked behind Susan, too nervous to push herself forward. "Why should I help her? We've all heard about what happened yesterday. I don't know how she has the nerve to show her face around here."
"Please, Wanda, let her have her say, for Sam's sake if for nothing else," Susan pleaded.
There was a long pause before, with a reluctant 'Oh, what the hell, come on in,' Wanda led them in, through the body of the club and back to her private office. Helen, despite her nerves, couldn't help but notice how 'normal' Wanda looked; how different from the leather clad Domme she had met before. Once they got to the office Wanda put on a kettle and brewed up three cups of tea; even off duty she was forever the hostess. They settled down around her desk to talk.
"Well?" Wanda started, "you've hurt an old, dear friend of mine, not to mention insulted all the rest of us into the bargain. However Susan seems to think there may be mitigating circumstances so I'll give you five minutes to tell me why I should even give you the time of day."
"Please, Wanda, I'm sorry, really, really sorry. I never meant to hurt anyone. I was confused and I got things all back to front."
Helen went on to explain what had happened, just the way she had to Susan. Mostly Wanda let her talk but, from time to time she asked questions, questions in particular about which chapel Helen had attended and which pastor was involved. Five minutes came and went but Wanda was engrossed, eager to hear the story out even if not yet completely convinced that she should do anything about it.
"Yeah, Pastor Michaels," Wanda commented at last. "That little shit. We've crossed swords a couple of times before. I might have known it was him behind yesterday's little fiasco. If you've been listening to his poison all your life it's no wonder you're a little confused. But that begs the question -- why are you here? Don't get me wrong, we'll always welcome new members to the sisterhood, but what's changed? What's different this time?"
"Sam," Helen answered simply, "Sam's the reason."
"Go on," prompted Wanda.
"Look, I know I've been stupid," Helen started, "I know how it all looks, but yesterday, when I saw her, I just knew. I love her, Wanda, really love her, I'd do anything to get her back, anything at all."
"Anything at all? How about subbing for me for a night or so?" Wanda asked.
"Wanda! Please!" Helen replied, horrified. "I know I said 'anything but I couldn't do that; it would be cheating, I'm Sam's."
"Don't worry, I was only joking," Wanda said with a smile. For a while she just stared of into the distance, evidently thinking things over. "OK, I'm in. I'm going to give you your chance. There's no point in doing anything mid week, the place will be half empty so we'd best leave it to Friday. Give me your mobile number and I'll be in touch."
"What are you going to do?" Helen queried.
"You'll find out when the time comes but what do you think happens to naughty little subs who go around upsetting everyone?" Wanda laughed. "Now, get out of here before I change my mind."
Thanking Wanda profusely Helen was led away by Susan who drove her home.
For the rest of the week Helen existed in a sort of haze; her whole focus was on Friday, wondering exactly what Wanda had planned for her and, more importantly, how Sam would react. The words 'what do you think happens to naughty little subs who go around upsetting everyone?' echoed through her mind time and time again. She had trusted Sam, had given her free rein over her body to do as she wished but offering the same to Wanda: did she really dare? On the other hand she knew she had no option. She'd nearly bumped into Sam in the street outside their adjoining houses and the look that Sam had given her was pure daggers. She tried to catch up with her but Sam had disappeared into her house, the slam of the front door making it perfectly clear that she didn't want to be followed.
And then, just before noon on Friday morning, she received the text:
Club front door six pm W
Quickly Helen sent back a reply, saying she'd be there. Now all she had to do was wait. She rushed from the office as soon as she was able and hurried home. First she relaxed into a hot bath but, well aware of how little time she had, she couldn't soak for too long before getting out and sorting out some clothes for herself, a loose dress and, just in case, her prettiest undies. By five fifteen, anxious lest she be late, she was at the bus stop and heading for town. Even through the evening traffic it doesn't take that long and it was only five thirty when she was just around the corner. Unable to wait any longer she went and knocked on the door of the club anyway.
It seemed to take forever before it was opened but, finally, a rather dishevelled Wanda appeared and led her in to the main body of the club.
"God, you're early," she commented.
"Sorry," Helen said.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Wanda asked, a sudden edge of steel in her voice.
"Sorry... Mistress," Helen said once the penny had dropped.
"That's better. Now, get your clothes off, fold them up and put them on the table. Helen was overcoming by a sudden rush of nerves as took off her jacket and started to unbutton her blouse. She was anxious enough anyway but Wanda stood over her watching every move which made Helen's fingers felt like sausages and the buttons didn't seem to want to work.
"Oh, get on with it!" snapped Wanda. "I'd remind you that this is for your benefit, not mine."
Wanda's impatience hindered rather than helped but, eventually Helen was able to remove the blouse. Her skirt was easy, a simple zipper at the side and it was off, folded on the table on top of the blouse. She stepped out of her shoes and removed her tights but, suddenly, the nerves returned, overtaking her and, holding her arms across her chest she stood there, shivering.
"What's this? A sudden attack of modesty? You should have thought of that before you came into my club. Knees! Now!" Wanda, secretly a lot more sympathetic than she let on, knew she had to take charge.
Shaken by the sudden outburst Helen dropped to her knees.
"Do you think that, just because I'm dressed in civvies, I deserve anything less than total obedience?" Wanda asked.
"No, Mistress, of course not, Mistress," Helen replied.
"So why did you stop?" Wanda went on.
"Because... because I'm scared," Helen's voice was shaking.
"Scared," Wanda repeated, "well it's not your place to be scared, it's your place to do as you're told, plain and simple. The more you remember that, the easier it will go for you. Now finish undressing; no, stay on your knees, don't get up."
Helen removed her bra and, rather awkwardly given her kneeling position, her panties. Reaching up she put them on the pile on the table. Wanda smiled and told her to crawl across to the stage area. Ironically this firm treatment made it easier for Helen; she wasn't allowed to think about what she was doing, she had no option but to obey. Running from floor to ceiling on the right hand side of the stage was a stout pillar maybe thirty centimetres in diameter with various hooks and loops set into it. Helen was ordered to stand up straight with her back against it. Wanda disappeared into the wings returning moments later with two sets of cuffs and linking chains. One was fastened between her wrists, pulling her arms back around the pillar and locking them together. The other was fastened in a similar fashion between her ankles, pulling her feet apart and back. With both her feet and hands behind her the natural tendency was to fall forward but her locked wrists helped to keep her upright.
The final piece of the jigsaw was a padded hood which, starting with a collar around the neck and continuing with lacing that ran up the back of the head, completely covered Helen's face. As Wanda fitted it Helen found that, internally, it had a rubber bar which filled her mouth acting as a gag. The only holes were for her nostrils and, once the lacing had been finished, Helen couldn't see anything, she could only make the most muffled of noises and padding over her ears mean that her hearing was also dramatically reduced. There must also have been some sort of attachment on the top because she felt her head being pulled backwards and upwards as it was fixed above her to a hook on the pillar.
"There, that's perfect." Wanda's words were muffled by the hood. "Now you just wait there; don't go away now."
With that Wanda was gone, well, Helen had to assume she was, it had all gone quiet. There was nothing Helen could do but wait, wait as the minutes dragged by. Her arms ached from the unnatural position; she wanted so much just to sit down, to relieve the strain, but she was stuck. And, all the time, there was an undercurrent of fear, of uncertainty. She hardly knew Wanda and now she had put herself so much at her mercy. Even if that weren't enough, she still had no idea what Wanda had planned for when the time came and, more importantly, what was Sam going to make of it all. She started to feel foolish, stupid; how could being strung up naked do any good at all. Surely Sam, and all the others, would be put of, repulsed by her flabby middle aged body hung out on display like this.
And then, slowly, the club began to fill. With the hood muffling the sounds it was hard to tell that much so she sensed rather than heard the gradual increase in numbers and, only now, did the full import of what she had done strike her. Whether she liked it or not she was now open and on display right out in front of everyone, and, what's more she knew that they would all be staring at her. Never before had she felt so exposed, so vulnerable, it was as if they could see her very soul. Instinctively she tried to close her legs but the chains were designed to hold against far stronger pulls than anything she could manage and she knew that any movement just drew even more attention to herself. The background noise intensified, the club must be nearly full, and she could sense that people were walking quite close to her, standing quite near. The touch, when it came, nearly made her jump out of her skin.
"Nice tits." Helen could make out the muffled words as whomever spoke them was standing so close.
"Yeah, sensitive nipples too." Helen's nipples had, indeed, responded to whoever was manipulating them. "Any idea who it is? I've had a quick look round and no one from the usual crew is missing."
"No idea," the first voice replied. "Wanda did say she had some sort of surprise for us."
"Well I can't place her and I thought I knew everybody in here; I've slept with most of them!" A third voice answered. The unseen hands moved to Helen's groin, easing between her labia. "She's a horny little sub though, she's loving this, loving every minute of it."
"I wonder what Wanda has lined up for her."
"I've no idea but, knowing Wanda, I'd put money on it involving a sore backside somewhere along the line." Laughing the women left Helen to her fate.
And those weren't the only ones; it would appear that being tied to the pillar meant that she was open and available. Unseen hands groped her, playing with her breasts, and feeling between her thighs. From the muffled snatches of conversation Helen gathered that everyone was interested to find out who she was and why she was there.
Eventually there was a hush around the club and Helen, even in her muffled state, could sense the air of anticipation.
"Ladies," Wanda must have picked up the microphone. Her voice was loud and clear. "I have something a bit special for you tonight. Maria, please." Helen felt the lacing at the back of her hood being loosened. "I'm sure you're all aware of the... fracas outside the drop in centre last Sunday; how everyone's favourite local minister was stirring up his special brand of fear and loathing. Most of you also know that there was an incident directly affecting one of the sisterhood. How one of us found someone she thought she knew and trusted standing on the wrong side of the picket lines. Well..."
The hood was snatched away and Helen stood there in front of the club, blinking in the bright lights. There was a susurration of 'that's her' and 'she's the one' and the vibe from the club was, if not exactly hostile, definitely unfriendly and somewhat intrigued as to what on earth she was doing there. Frantically she tried to look for Sam but a number of spotlights had been focussed on her and, blinded by their glare, she could only make out vague shapes in the club beyond.
"Now I know what you're all thinking but, after hearing some of the background, and because of the way she asked," this go some laughter from the club, "I've decided to allow slave helen the opportunity to make amends, to tell her side of the story." Now here was a murmur of interest from the club but, mostly, a rapt fascination. Helen, who had practiced this moment over and over again during the last few days, felt a wave of crippling shyness; she couldn't do it. Her head dropped and she squirmed against the chains that held her, trying to hide, trying to escape.
"Well, slave?" Wanda's voice was firm, imposing. "Or do we have to beat it out of you?"
"I'm sorry." Helen whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper.
"What was that?" Wanda demanded. "Speak up, the whole club needs to hear." She held the mic in front of Helen so that her voice would be amplified.
"I'm sorry," Helen said, a little louder this time. "I'm so, so sorry. You all seem to know what I did, where I was, who I was with and what I was carrying. I was wrong; I know it now; I should never have been there, I should never have let myself be dragged into it, I should have been strong enough but I wasn't, I was weak, I was foolish. Please, please believe me, I never wanted to hurt anyone and I never, ever meant those awful, awful things on the banner."
"Please, you have to believe me when I say I want to make amends," She went on. "I know I was wrong, I know I hurt you all, especially those who had started to know and trust me. I did wrong and my one wish is to make it right again. Please, please give me another chance."
Helen took a deep breath, this was the bit she had to get right, the bit she had thought over night after night, after night.
"But there is one amongst you whose mercy I am least worthy of, the one I hurt the most, the one I treated the worst; it is her forgiveness I crave the most and deserve the least. I was so locked into the lies of my childhood that I completely missed the love she showed me. She was good and I called her evil, she gave compassion and I returned bitter prejudice, she showed me love and I showed her hatred. It is to her, above all others, that I bow my head in shame and remorse and say a simple, but oh, so heartfelt, I'm sorry, really, really sorry."
By the time she had finished her tears were flowing freely. No one could doubt the sincerity of her words or the depth of her repentance. However Wanda wasn't going to let her off that easily.
"Seeing as how you have insulted each and every one of us I feel it only right that you should be punished by all and any who wish to do so. Is that not right and just?"
There was a roar of approval from the body of the club; they were evidently enjoying the show and would have felt cheated if it had ended there. Helen nodded her agreement, remembering just in time to back it up with "Yes, Mistress Wanda."
Wanda nodded to Maria, her sub, who was still standing just behind Helen. At this signal Helen's wrist chains were freed, only to be refastened, still behind her back but now free of the pillar. With this support gone Helen dropped forward onto her knees. Helen's ankle chains were similarly readjusted and Helen was nudged forward until she was kneeling in front of Wanda.
"Kiss my boots and put your butt in the air." Wanda commanded.
As soon as Helen complied she felt a sharp slap across the top of her right buttock, quickly followed by two more. She had to bite back the squeak of pain that threatened to escape her lips.
"And what do you say now, slave?" Wanda asked.
"Thank you, Mistress, thank you for punishing me," Helen replied.
"That's better, now, kneel up and open your mouth," Wanda ordered. As soon as Helen had done so she felt the sharp taste of leather fill her mouth. "Now take the crop and offer it to each and every member of the club. Crawl, don't walk."
Guided by prods and nudges from Wanda Helen made her way across the floor of the club. It was barely five feet before she reached the first table. Two obvious Dommes, each with a sub, sat there waiting. Helen knelt up before them.
"Please, Mistresses, please punish me," She asked but, with the crop in her mouth it came out as "ease, istressess, ease unish ee."
The first Domme took the crop from her mouth. For the first time Helen got a good look at it. Whilst it was evidently based on a riding crop it had more in common with a fly swatter, ending in a flat ten-centimetre square of leather. A stern look from the Domme told Helen to stop staring at the crop and get into position. Once again she bent down and kissed the shoe, once again three firm swats from the crop landed on her buttocks. Then it was the turn of the second Domme but this time she was told to kneel up and she received two swats, one to each breast.
"Please, Mistress, please can I have a go," one of the subs cut in.
"Yes, why not?" her Domme agreed and Helen was nudged over to receive her next two blows.
And so on, round the club. With Wanda always in control Helen crawled from table to table, from booth to booth, taking, accepting, whatever was meted out to her. Sometimes it was her breasts but mostly it was her buttocks and, each time, she had to make some gesture of surrender, usually kissing the boots and shoes of the Dommes. Most of the subs followed the lead of the one from the first table and, more often than not, their request was granted. At first the blows seemed quite light, easy to bear, but the club was full and, as her breasts and buttocks got more and more tender and bruised, the pain increased until Helen was crying out at every stroke. Still she went on. Chained and driven she didn't have much choice but she didn't want one. This was her penance, her cross to bear and she couldn't, wouldn't give up.
And then, at last, she came to Sam. Wracked with sobs she lifted her weary head and placed the crop on Sam's lap. Their eyes met and, for a long, long moment they just looked at each other.
Sam, above and beyond all the others, knew how hard this had been for Helen, knew how difficult it had been for her to put herself through this. For some of the subs, the little show-offs who craved the attention, this would have been like manna from heaven but for a shy little mouse like Helen it must have been pure purgatory. Sam's heart had melted long before Helen had even been released from the pillar, she was proud and touched by the strength and courage Helen had shown and, in her heart, had been with her every step of the way around the club, feeling with her the pain and humiliation. Now her protective instinct was to wrap Helen in her arms and give her the love, give her the absolution that Helen craved so badly but she knew this needed closure, something to restore the balance, something to put right all that had been wrong. She looked down at the face of her love, at the tousled hair, all awry from her time in the hood, and at the face, covered in black streaks where her tears had made her mascara run.
"God, you look a mess," Sam said at last.
"I'm sorry, Mistress," Helen replied.
"You are, aren't you; really sorry," Sam said gently. Helen just nodded. "Do you know what you are? Has it finally sunk in?"
For a moment Helen didn't know what Sam meant but then she remembered the words she had denied, the point where it had all gone wrong.
"I'm a lesbian, Mistress; a lesbian who likes to get her bottom smacked."
"Yeah, that's right, but you're my lesbian, and don't you ever forget it," Sam responded. "Now get over my lap."
It was a bit awkward with the chained wrists and ankles but, with Sam's guidance, Helen lay down across Sam's lap with her buttocks firmly uppermost. The chain between her ankles stopped her opening her legs as much as Sam was trying to get her to do but it didn't matter, she was home, where she belonged. Nor did she care that she was naked in this semi public venue and that all eyes were undoubtedly upon her; this was her place, this was right.
Sam didn't use the crop, indeed it had dropped unheeded to the floor when Helen was arranging herself, rather she used her bare hand in the time-honoured fashion. Even so Helen's buttocks were so tender that even the lightest smack would have stung and Sam was anything but light.
"Don't (smack) you (smack) ever (smack) leave (smack) me (smack) again! (smack)" Sam punctuated her words with stinging blows which caused Helen to howl in pain and thrash her legs around. On and on they went as Sam vented all the pain and frustration she had felt over the past week or so, but, gradually, the tempo slowed until, finally exhausted, both physically and emotionally, she let go and Helen slipped to the floor.
For a couple of moments there was silence then Sam reached down and pulled Helen to her knees so that she was kneeling in front of her.
"I love you," Sam said simply.
"I love you too," Helen replied. "I'm so sorry, so, so sorry..."
"Shhh..." Sam cupped Helen's face with her hands and drew her upwards. "Just shhh..."
The two women kissed, the Mistress and her sub, together again, oblivious to the cheers and applause from the rest of the club. |
Stick Shift: Storge | 10,981 | 4.67 | 1,206,729 | [
"interracial love",
"doctor-patient",
"outdoor sex",
"three-way sex"
] | Cal leaned over me, rippled chocolate stomach muscles sweaty on my lower back and buttglobes, ten-inch manmeat throbbing fixedly inside my cum-glistened bare ass. My arms extended straight down on to the bed, supporting us both as I kneeled before the greek god fucking me.
His long dark thumb still wrapped around my dickroot as my piece pulsed out a final few globs of creamy, burning cum and his long fingers massaged our joined dick and ass connection, maximizing our velvety buzz. His long tongue still massaged my ear, deep into it, as his other hand slowly contoured my tanned pecs down over a taut stomach to pubic shorthairs.
I could see his luscious mahogany gluteal muscle masses rotating in sensuously slow undulating arcs, interrupted by intermittent spasming, as he watched me watch him in the mirror peering at us from the wall. His low, gnarly grumbling resonations were fading as the tenseness in his releasing cock relaxed.
The amazing swell from his manly abs up to the prize-fighter quality pectoral muscles so sexily crowned by the sensitive nipples I loved to suckle were all combining to polish my arched backside. Those hard nipples pinpointed themselves as they waved over me. The congruence of our forms pleasured our afterglow.
Neither of us attempted withdrawal from our conjoinment and the soft nuzzling continued for minutes as we luxuriated in this state that we both cherished. Love is a word so overused, yet so ill-equipped to describe our contentment with one another. Slow-growing natural affection is the basis for all long-lasting, loving relationships. Love based on natural affection takes time. It requires genuine liking and understanding of the person.
Signs of mature love include acceptance, emotional respect, consideration, commitment, friendship, calmness, kindness and caring. There was a term for this in ancient Greece and Rome. It was called storge. Affection stronger on the day one dies than on the first day.
Storge is the reason our ardour never lessened, even after eight years of experiencing it and four months of post-elopement matrimony. Of course, our innovative variations as well as our allowance for extramarital hijinks aided our ventures together. Cal's ability to surprise never ceased and the ways he came up with, in the doing, convinced me of my luck. All the time and daily.
When we had first hooked up, Cal and I had discussed the major fault in most relationships and agreed to avoid the trap. Monogamy is such an over-valued trait. Americans are obsessed by it. We understood that honesty is the first tie that binds when two people match up, and if the age-old provocateur, jealousy, can be dealt with then the fruits of a longterm abiding relationship may be bound. Storge.
When episodes developed outside the two of us, rather than compartmentalizing and hiding from the other, we chose to employ the natural hormonal stresses commonly pulling on most persons as a trigger and catalyst for our mutual rhapsody. It worked well for us and the fantasies and variety renewed our mutual adoration to a wholeness that few understand...an epic poem was unfolding before our blended eyes.
From the outset, when I first spotted the tall, sinewy stud up on the bar at the frat party nine years before, jiggling his barely covered, coveted booty, of which he was totally aware, he locked on my eyes while sweeping a gaze around the riotous party room and never relinquished his stare until the DJ changed the tone to one less raucous. The erotic performance beguiled me.
After it, the six-foot six lean athlete had bounced nimbly down from his perch, gliding ably past grabbing, grasping hands all hoping to seize his attention. I marvelled at the fact that he stopped an inch before bumping me in the far corner from where I viewed the revelry. "Hey, sexy, come here often?" He cliched purposely through a wide toothy grin as he fingertipped the small hollow where my neck met my chest. I had nearly died of embarrassment and burned to a human crisp all at once.
Propping his outstretched fingers on the wall behind my head, he leaned over and down to my only six foot frame and made a sizzle sound through his teeth. The man exhibited hutzpah, confidence and cockiness enough for three men. His musky smell floored me. The neophyte that I was, inexperienced in the ways of social interaction, let alone male-on-male action, I sought as quick a way out of the scenario as I possibly could. My girl friend passed him my digits on her way after me...
The drive for a medical degree completely enshrouded my psyche at that point in my life. Only for the fact that spring break had offered a rare lapse in the tunnel-vision used in attaining my goals had I reluctantly agreed to accompany a close female classmate to the frat party in the first place.
Cal recognized both my angst at his forwardness and drive for set goals almost immediately. After the unbelievably sensual come-on from his bar dance intro, the nubian giant plied me patiently over the succeeding year until I finally succumbed at the 'finish-line' of a cross-country track event I was entered in.
Long distance running was my only physical release and could be practiced anywhere. Singly. And/or with my dog. Though neither talented nor driven enough to make the university track travel squad, I was allowed to compete at home meets, thereby holding my studies to strict set rules.
Him being the campus stud and b.m.o.c. amongst both the male and female student bodies, it mightily baffled me that he kept up his attentive yet respectful onslaught toward my late-blooming, loner, bent-on-achievement self.
It was more than eleven months after our meeting before physicality struck us. Right between the eyes. And legs. He fucked me slow and deep against a tree beyond the backdoor to the gym after my clean-up following a half marathon. Calumet had accosted me as I exited, alone, on the way to my spartan Austin apartment. Physical satiation after the long run mixed with his endearing congratulations for my mid-pack finish proved too much that day. A sex-starved body finally couldn't hold out longer and Cal, sensing it, piggy-backed me to the hidden spot by the burbling little creek he knew.
The ebony adonis sucked my face while he stripped me. His hands lightning-bolted my body by strategic finger-brushings and teasing explorative swirls. Long, limber biceps and hairless forearms lifted me by cradling my bent legs effortlessly off the grass against that tree as he masterfully sank the snake residing in his groin up into me for the first time.
His ranging fingers marked the surround of my virgin butthole, both tangibly titillating and mating my anus as well as rubbing his own magnificent prick. We felt our last remaining wall of separation dissolve in a slow rush of euphoria. The agonizingly patient, almost reluctant act blossomed the sweetest pain I had never imagined through every synapse. From my tailbone to my brain. My toes extended and curled in one arcing motion and our commencement marked the ending and the beginning. Our eyes never once lost contact.
He and me became we.
Cumming simultaneously almost immediately, his sexual prowess slowly seconded our roiling orgasm over the succeeding moments. Never once releasing my legs, my mouth nor my tear-streaming eyes, his movements inked our pact. I had been his dick-whipped mignon ever since.
Thankfully, I didn't get pregnant. Smile.
A blown up, framed picture of the memorable beech tree adorns the wall above our bed to the present day, lower branch harboring a chance bluebird, thus manifesting our meme.
Nobody else knows its story. Well, until now.
Anything close to acceptable looks, personality and unrequited id had overtaken me very late in maturation. Evolving slower than my classmates, I awakened to life outside a solely-known evangelistic upbringing only upon Cal's determined assault. My parents detested him, and by extension, me, for our unfathomable union. Our eternal damnation had been sealed, said they. The parties in Hell were hot, said I.
My ego was a vestigial thing until he came along and the super-ego that the man nourished in me had imprinted solely on him as I grew into myself. Lucky for me, my wild, dark ringleted hair and pug-nose had captivated this stud who could have taken anyone. He told me it was my mysterious nature but that is hard to fathom. Wallflower, more like...or nerd, I felt. But who the hell is complaining?
Cal grew up in a locally well-known family with a tenured university professor father and worldly, refined mother who thrived in their graciously bohemian lifestyle. The couple imbued Cal with the natural flare he now evinced as an adult. His swarthy good looks enabled by an astutely imposing mind opened doors that propelled his establishment in the tech world of software development. By his thirty-third and my thirtieth birthday the two of us were comfortably set in our own right.
Cal's loving, growing and accepting family nurtured my eccentricities, showing me a 'joie de vivre' never once anticipated. By me, that is. Cal told me he knew of our coming together long prior to our first meeting and Cassandra, his doting mama, reinforced this to me. He just didn't know what I looked like, he teased. I bought into the idea slowly but now hold it dearly as my enduring rudder.
Cal grudgingly pulled up off of my well-oiled, fucked frame, still viewing us through the looking glass as he did so. The day was afoot and we had schedules to meet. "So, J-man, do you think he will show up today?" His humongous dick lumbered its way gradually backwards as he asked me again about my new patient from the week before who had piqued our curiosities by the bemusing story 'Samuel' had stiltedly shared with me during that appointment. And which I had shared with Cal.
"He may, or may not," I replied, wincing, "Oooooh, baby, Bay-bee, that is a long dick, don't take it ouuwwtt...," I begged him. He sniggered and held still, half of the log still inside. Tensing it several times, teasingly, he grinned at me in the mirror. This man knew I couldn't get enough of him, having witnessed my appetite hundreds of times to date. I pushed back on it, enjoying some more. "That man is a puzzle," continuing my answer to the question. Samuel Hodge had been my last appointment of the afternoon last week and it took the nurse and me an hour just to get him undressed. "No trust level at all. He wanted me to prescribe him 'the pill' without an exam, said that was all he needed."
Cal continued studying me in the mirror, caught between pleasure and perplexity, while massaging my butt lightly as we listened to the rain pattering on the window ledge. (Rainfucking: the absolute best.) "A pill? For a broken toe?" He plopped the monster out abruptly, without notice, knowing it was the only way... I registered the expected complaint. 'Day-umm', I felt abandoned.
Turning over and spreading my legs, bending them around his while he leaned down over me, nose to nose, we continued. "What did you do?" he asked. I had to focus as I felt his manjuice dribble out back there. This manboy of mine was copiously prolific: we could bottle and market the stuff.
"Well, the man apparently knows and likes Keesha, the nurse, so I got her to tease him into getting stripped down while I left the room. It worked-- but I think she's going to have to probably bone him to get him out of them today. He doesn't trust her after I came back in and took over.
I had been enjoying a third day volunteer practicing at the Rome Free Medical Center after tiring of the vacation mindset six weeks into our summer stay at Cal's family home. My presence had taken the load off the stressed-out, over-worked staff and I loved getting back ino a quasi-clinical mode. Pro bono work. Good for the soul, I thought.
A middle-age 'boy', for lack of better description, Samuel had come into the free clinic the week before. He was 40 years-old, prematurely graying in his temples and goatee, stoutly built and well-equipped for the farmwork by which he sustained himself on the small piece of land outside this town of Rome, Georgia.
Never having finished high school, he had helped around his uncle's land for the first decade after dropping out--school just wasn't for him, he'd stated. The nephew and orphan that Samuel was just went along to get along, it seemed. His uncle had left him the parcel after passing away of untreated diabetes a few years back, and I wanted to test this blood relative of the deceased man.
Not dumb by any means, he was distinctly close-mouthed and unforthcoming. I had figured that out by his first two minutes in the exam room, sitting on the exam table. Fully clothed. He kept his eye on the window as if it were an emergency exit. "Doc, I need 'the pill' for this dang toe I done bent," he had informed me. Doc Scott always did that for him, he had insisted, very plainly uncomfortable in the medical setting.
After sleuthing for twenty minutes, searching for what might have happened to 'bend' his toe, it finally came to light that his milk cow had 'stepped' on his foot a few days before. Guessing that wasn't the whole story, I asked if the cow had had any other contact with him. He shook his head, "No, Doc, she just landed on it for a second, accidentally, after kicking me in the nuts...she din't mean nothin' by it." Ahem, I had thought. This was apparently a repeating occurrence.
So, pretty young Keesha flirtatiously coaxed the shoes and clothes off, cleaned him up a bit and drew a blood sample while I had conferred with Dr. Scott down the hall. The older doctor let me know he had only examined the man one time, years before, and had never treated any 'bent' toes up to now.
Re-entering the room and signaling the nurse to slowly make her way out, I sought to put Samuel at ease in his now bare-ass state with some of my runner's travails, having broken more than one toe and spraining more than one foot over the years while on the running paths.
I had a bent toe, myself, I told him. And it just so happened mine had resulted not from running, but ironically, kicking my horse in the butt to get him out of his stall as a teenager. I was in a hurry, the stubborn horse was not. That big toe remained bent to this day. And ached when the weather changed.
He looked up at me at that and after removing my own shoe to prove it, we compared notes for awhile as he gradually opened up. Naked was not a state he liked in what he considered a public setting, as he let me know. I could see at least one quite swollen and bruised testicle slathered in remnants of some dark, thickly greasy substance. Old, used axle grease from the tractor, I was told. A country cure.
Keesha had been disallowed or unable to clean the site and I decided to jump that hurdle in a bit, instead squatting to attend the very bent second toe, also purple and yellow with bruising. Palpation proved it to be only dislocated and we agreed that he would let me to realign it if I would agree to no sedatives.
"OK, big man, if you want to be a hero, fine with me," I concurred. Grasping the toe with one hand while bracing his foot with the other, I quickly extended and rotated the smelly thing in one quick motion, seating the small bones back to normal places. Flexing it afterwards to assure proper joint alignment, I looked up at him and his surprised look made me laugh. "That's it?" he exclaimed stoically, while flexing the toe himself, further testing it. "That's it," I assured him.
As I stood back up, I gestured to his crotch, stating the obvious. "I need to look at that, Samuel," I said. "There could be some damage there." It must hurt like a mo-fo, I figured.
"Naww, Doc,It be a'ight in a couple days, the grease'ud fix 'em," was all I got, but I insisted. Very gently reaching down and cupping his hugely swollen and rank scrotum, he exclaimed and brushed off my hand. This caused him further pain and I had to sternly instruct him in my most severe 'doctor voice' to lay back and let me examine them properly.
Not liking it at all, the man did so, and I was able to check things over. Finally. His uncut but sizeable dick was shriveled and somewhat bruised black and blue itself but both testicles were what concerned me. Three times the normal size and very tender. There was also a possible small inguinal hernia next to them on his pubic area. Luckily no intestine was strangulated in the swelling and I reduced it by manipulation back inside easily enough, proving my diagnosis. The action gave Samuel immediate relief and a heavy sigh came from him, "Whoa, Doc, what'd you do? It don't hurt near as bad, all sudden."
Not unusual under the circumstances, I told him, the pressure had been relieved. But a temporary truss and a week of epsom salt soaks with honey and lemon on those testicles would let us know if we'd need to do any surgery on him. That word scared him sufficiently enough that we were then able to get the instructive soaks started. A truss and some prescriptions were ordered through the pharmacy next door.
He had looked ready to bolt after it all, again eyeing the window, but changed attitude when the herniating tissue popped back through upon his sitting up. He agreed to pick up the meds and the modified 'jock' on his way out after dressing, through wincing discomfort. I had called the pharmacist to make sure he did so.
That was a week ago, and Cal was now wondering whether I would see him for the recheck in awhile. I finally let my man arise and we drug ourselves to a shared shower where we made sure of no missed spots... After a quick coffee and toast with my sis-in-law, Soph, I bade 'bye to them on my way to town and the clinic.
As usual, the place was thrumming with activity, staff readying first patients, entering histories and filling us doctors in on the schedule. About forty appointments, including two minor surgical procedures later, Dr. Scott and I sat in the break room comparing notes. "It sure is good to have someone to share with, Jake," he admitted, "things run alot better with two than one. And you big city med-center practitioners know how to move, now," he grinned. I ego-preened, respecting the seasoned practitioner's pragmatic, homespun approach to medicine.
The afternoon went well, too, except that Keesha told me Samuel Hodge had not shown himself..."Doc, he's a good man but he don't know what's good for him." In agreement, we just hoped the man was better and that that was the reason for the no-show. City or country, I mused, patients tend to the same foibles and home remedies.
Come 5 PM, we were just cleaning up, closing records and books, turning off lights and locking up when who should show up but Mr. Samuel Hodge, himself. He just about knocked the cute, young orderly, T.L., down as he was locking the door. Mr. Hodge was not limping, even using the formerly afflicted toe as a wedge in the door, and demanded to see me. Keesha attempted to intervene and reschedule the farmer for the next day, but I heard what was occurring and went up front to see how he was faring. I was glad he had come in, after all.
Afraid he would not come back again, I assured Keesha I didn't mind checking him but the nurse scowled that she had evening plans and needed to leave. Dr. Scott and the other staff had skidaddled a bit before, leaving me alone but for the helpful nurse and orderly. Texting home to let them know I would be late, I let the orderly and Keesha leave for their evening and put my smock back on.
No big deal, I thought, I didn't need the computer system and no controlled drugs would be necessary, requiring duplicate keys and such, so I took the much more animated Samuel back to the exam room for his check.
No sooner than I got the exam table rotated for him to use, the man asked, "Doc, you been in town a abou'a month, right?" Six weeks, I let him know, and was glad he was acting so much more amiable this visit. A bit curious, but good nevertheless. I asked Samuel if he would let me check the toe and the hernia. Only a grunt in answer.
I busied myself calibrating an instrument to avoid scrutinizing him during his (hopeful) disrobement and upon turning around was pleasantly surprised to see my previously erstwhile patient seated, totally naked. Waiting expectantly. One leg dangling and one knee bent, leg raised with a heel up on the exam table edge. An exceedingly straight toe was just about pointing at me.
Actually smiling, he commented on the successful 'surgery', figuratively pulling my leg as an awkward attempt at a joke. I examined its mobility, noting a freshly clean scent and newly clipped nail, complimenting his quick healing. And, loving the improved hygiene.
His smile persisted as I released his foot and I glanced upward to check the formerly triple-sized swollen balls of mutiple hues. Now, I perceived much less discoloration and a much less shriveled sausage nestled between the pair. I thought Samuel was going to point the almost healed 'junk-package' at me as his palm encircled the bottom of his scrotum, but he just made note how much better it all felt now, jiggling a fat scrotum in his palm.
"Wanna check it out, Doc?" he asked. "Well," I answered, smiling back professionally, "Yes, I will need to check those out. But the swelling appears to be significantly reduced." I cupped the duo as they buoyed the nice espresso-colored penis looking at me.
Manipulating the ballsack and palpating the previously protruding pubic mound which was presently much more flattened, I noted a nicely healing area overall. "You heal quickly, Samuel," I told him, "Another week and your whole groin should be back to normal function."
"Could you check it a li'l bit closer, Doc? It's still sore when you do that," as I continued manipulating the fat eggs. What I had initially taken for some residual swelling now appeared to be just well-fatted balls and I was impressed, again. The rise and phattening in his prick proved to me the lessening of pain and I turned it over to check further.
Samuel's jewels now contracted as I jostled them and flipped the nice piece. The healing patient changed tack, asking me if I was familiar with "Torchy Lane"?
"Afraid not, Samuel--should I be...?" Thinking of a London skid row alley, I was pretty certain he wouldn't be familiar with that. He drew my eyes to his face by a light snort and informed me 'she' was a cross-dresser at the only gay bar in Rome, 'Jugs'. She performed there every Friday and Saturday night at midnight. Maybe I should check it out sometime. Letting him know that I wasn't a night-lifer, I thought to keep the conversation on track. The now markedly engorging dick was rising from its nest of hairy balls and they were not only improved, clinically, they looked to be functioning quite well. It was distracting me.
A leer flashed across the man's face as he now proceeded to describe to me the inside of an arcade behind the local grocery store. The back of my neck prickled. He went into detail in telling me about his own visit there about a month before where he had met the notorious transgendered dancer, Torchy, where he had, as he put it, "put the hurt to that tranny bitch's pussy." He furthered it by describing how vocal she liked to get, begging for the daddy dick she liked. Which was conveniently staring up at me at the present moment.
"Doc, she likes to check out those booths around us while she be taking this big black dick...funny, she swears you be down on yo' knees suckin' some fly poker the night we was in there hittin' it." He was staring straight at me now, steely gaze wordlessly challenging my denial. And, demanding unprofessional treatment...
I was stuck, hand still palming and rubbing the fat nuts down there. The very pretty cut dick was bouncing right up at my face, quivering it's hopefulness. Reading my hesitation, Samuel gambled on my reaction by adding, "Y'know, Doc-Boy, I was just thinkin' t'myself on t'way here how I din't that much mind comin' in for check-ups now that I'm a-trustin' the pretty man doc. And, besides, lookit how happy Clyde-d'-Glide is rightchere..." glancing right down at the now-changing connection between us.
Never having had a situation like this happen until now in my still young career, I calculated the pros-and-cons a minute. It was true, I had been in that arcade the night he had just described. I had given my brother-in-law, Coy, a long, slow blowjob, on my knees while indeed hearing this Tranny doing exactly what Samuel had stated.
Admitting the sexual being that I had become, I found myself sinking slowly down before the surging prick. The fatty just about launched into my mouth and I too easily let go, sinking down over the helmet-headed, sproinging eight incher. His hands almost immediately grasped my doctor head, lowering my rank by so doing to that of a "cocksuckin' bitch faggot."
My dick was straining at my slacks so I unzipped, freeing my white dick to get some air and a look at what I was sucking... Samuel definitely liked this as he pushed and pulled on my head. My slurping mouth got pubic hair caught in my teeth as I bottomed down on the over-fat prick.
He put me into a rhythm of his liking, reaching up to my dick with his sexy foot, rubbing and slapping the thing as he warned me not to get too comfortable because I was about to get a taste of 'Torchy dee-light' as he pronounced it. My very unprofessional junk was dripping pre-cum while I thought this over.
Coming up off the table suddenly, the horndog yanked down my pants with the boxers, twisted me away from him and got down on his knees to sniff and tongue my Cal-hole. When he'd done lubing it, he stood up, turned me around, pushed my bare, soupy ass up onto the exam table just vacated, pulling shoes and all off, tossing them aside.
His fat hard-on listened intently while it's now nasty-mouthed owner told me just what and how he was gonna own my hole "rightchere", as he liked to say. My smock and shirt were pulled over my head and I found myself looking up at my patient, through the V of my nakedly spread legs, his hands targeting the pole-to-the-hole. I groaned as he punctured my pucker, proceeding to rocket that thing all the way in-and-out as he kept up the chant of perverted ideas playing out in his brain. Sounding peculiarly as if they had been previously thought out before the check-up.
As Samuel sped up the already fast pace, I found myself stroking along with him at half speed. He pulled out, only momentarily and nodded over at a shocked orderly peering through the door who had returned to pick up a phone left behind. Right in time to see the beginning cumspray disappear back up inside me, having proved himself. Very pleased with his performance, my buttfucker slowed his pace to one allowing the even spreading of his farm-man's sperm around and up in my lovin-every-second-of-it ass.
I knew I was in deep shit as I looked over my shoulder at the young male orderly. That is, until I saw the hands lower the zipper, digging out a very interested-looking piece of his own. So much for the steady girlfriend he spoke non-stop about.
Answering the beckoning motion by Samuel, the young orderly soon replaced the patient's nicely healed dick with his. The youth lewdly conversed with Samuel about my cum-loving, dripping asschute, primed and ready for a second load. It took only a few minutes before his diluted the first one. Samuel propped up my legs from behind my head, rubbing a still dribbling dick in my hair and face.
Slowing to a more leisurely rhythm, my staff member compared notes with the nasty voyeur/patient regarding my "damn worried" yet "filled-up" butt, agreeing the two may need to test run it again to get it right. "Doc, you should oughta stay ready..."
Pulling ourselves back together---aka, cleaning and dressing---we more sanely agreed to keep this tete-a-tete more under wraps than we had been able to do with our collective junk, parting our ways at the front door of the Free Clinic of Rome.
Arriving home to dishwashing, having missed Sophie's dinner, Cal took one look at me, grinned knowingly and commented, "Full schedule today, Jake?"
Leaving the kids and Soph downstairs, my man piggy-backed me up to our bedroom and after locking the door as a safety measure, proceeded to teach me the error of my ways...to my play-by-play... of course.
The storge of it all. |
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This is a short chapter. This is a short to let you know what is going on with the characters. I hope you all enjoy it. I'm going to finish this story, but I won't rush it. All of the characters are 18 or older.
Please share your thoughts. Now enjoy this short chapter.*
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The Gaines jet landed and two betas met Deacon and Dallas at the airport.
"Deacon, Mr. Pritchard, Alpha Ryelle is waiting. Deacon, we need you to go with Lugz. Mr. Prichard, I'll take you to Jackson." The Beta explained.
"Wait, I'm going with Deacon." Dallas declared.
Lugz and Walter shared a look. "Sir, with all due respect, Deacon needs to go to Olivia right away, and Alpha Ryelle wants to meet with you as soon as possible."
Lugz called out to Deacon, "Let's go, there isn't much time. Five minutes later, the car stopped at the Charlotte's Women's clinic. Deacon's heart dropped. He rushed inside. He approached the desk and asked, "Is a patient named, Olivia Jackson here?"
"Yes, she's on her way out." The receptionist replied. Deacon's heart froze just as Lavinia and Latonya walked out. Their faces were stained with tears. "Mrs. Jackson???" Deacon stammered, but before Lavinia answered Olivia walked out. All eyes zeroed in on her as she emerged from the back.
"Deacon, you're here" Olivia stated, surprised, but also relieved.
"Did you do it?" He whispered, his heart hammering a tattoo in his chest.
Olivia stood before him, shaking, and scared. He looked into her eyes. Her answer would determine his next action. Olivia took a deep breath.
"No, I didn't. I'm still pregnant." She whispered.
Both froze for a moment. Then Deacon felt a rush of relief. She didn't go through with it. She didn't destroy his child. But she thought about it. She even made an appointment and kept it. *But, she didn't do it!* His wolf reminded him. Deacon collapsed in the nearest chair, the he took her hand. "Thank you, Olivia. Thank you. Listen. I'll take him. You will never have to worry about him. I can take him home with me and the baby will never interfere in your life."
Olivia froze. This was her child too. Yes she was impulsive, but if Deacon thought for a second she'd give her child to him and let him take it away, he was wrong. Olivia opened her mouth to argue when Lavinia spoke up. "Olivia, Deacon, let's go home. You two need to talk." Lavinia whispered. Her mate was in turmoil. He was ashamed, angry, and most of all disappointed. *Love, she didn't go through with it; she is having the baby.* Lavinia sent, hoping to give Jebutu a moment of peace.
Jebutu heard his mate. He responded because he did not want to worry her anymore. Everyone was on their way back. Deacon's father arrived a while ago, and would not stop staring at him. For a second, Jebutu worried about being confronted by Deacon's dad, then he decided that whatever their differences were, they'd figure it out. He also wrestled with guilt. He knew that his daughter chose to do this because of him. In all of Olivia's years on this earth, he never thought he'd make her so afraid that she'd consider doing something like this.
He watched, waiting for the cars to arrive. Dallas began to pace back and forth. He had yet to hear from Deacon. His concern was growing each moment.
The group waited for the car to arrive to take them back to Jackson. Deacon was silent, watching Olivia. A part of him was relieved, but he was still upset over her original choice. At this point, he didn't need her to explain anything to him. He just wanted his child.
"Deacon, I'm keeping my baby. You can go home, and not worry. This is my choice. It doesn't have to affect your life." Olivia explained.
"You think I'm leaving my baby with you. You wanted to ..." Deacon walked away. He did not want to lose his temper, but less than an hour ago, this girl planned to destroy his child. She didn't want him. If she thought he'd just walk away now, she was wrong.
Deacon was silent. He was relieved, but now wary where Olivia was concerned. His wolf was suspiciously quiet. Olivia paused. This was not like him. Had she gone too far this time?
Soon, the car arrived, and Lavinia stood by Olivia's side. This was her daughter. Deacon had a right to be upset, but he would not mistreat her Olivia. Lavinia glared at Deacon. Deacon wilted under the censor of Lavinia, Olivia's mom. "Come Olivia, let's get you home." Lavinia whispered, her concern for her daughter ratcheting up. Olivia nodded and joined her mom. Eventually, Deacon followed the women.
Meanwhile, Dallas was at the alpha home. Jebutu was sitting. It took every ounce of will power Dallas possessed not to attack the head beta of Jackson.
"Gentlemen, let's sit." Ryelle stated. Damien joined his brothers. He was worried about Jebutu and the Gaines beta.
Dallas phone rang. Deacon let him know they were on the way back.
Jebutu waited long enough. He would speak to this man. He understood his anger, but he'd make him understand how he felt as well. "We must talk. Our children need our support and to support them we must find a way to get along."
Dallas faced him. "You treated my son like a criminal. He didn't deserve that, and you want to play nice. I'm here for Deacon and his child. I have no respect for you, and I won't pretend otherwise. So, Jebutu, lets agree to disagree for now. "
Damian stepped up. The two men were seconds from coming to blows.
"Damian, is everything OK?" a sweet voice asked.
Damian smiled and the men retreated.
Jebutu relaxed when his sister, Kas walked in. Dallas smiled as well. For this woman to calm the other three men, she must be special.
"Hello, I'm Kasandra, mate of Damian. You must be Deacon and Declan's father?" She asked.
"Yes, I am. I'm happy to meet such a beautiful woman. Damian is doubly blessed." Dallas added. Kas blushed. It was obvious where Declan and Deacon inherited their charms. Damian growled.
*Stop it* Kas sent, and Damian looked sheepish. Dallas laughed and some of the tension left the room. Soon, a car pulled in and Olivia and her mother entered. Dallas got the chance to see the young woman that captivated his son. She was indeed very beautiful.
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Evangeline was immediately welcomed at Gaines.
Tia and Evangeline talked for the longest time. Declan was annoyed. He didn't get five minutes alone with is mate since their arrival. If she wasn't with his mother she was with Alexia. If not Alexia, Aunt Lexi. The alphas loved talking with Evangeline. After visiting for five days, Declan was ready to return to Jackson. At least at Jackson, he had alone time with his mate.
However, this did not seem to bother Evangeline as much as it did him. When he complained, she'd smile and say, "We have eternity together. We're only visiting for a short time."
Declan would smile. She was blossoming here.
Tia checked on her mate. She learned that Olivia did not abort the child and they were talking now. Dallas was upset and she felt he was right to be upset.
"Olivia is scared. She's an alpha niece, and that is a lot of pressure." Evangeline whispered one night as they ate dinner. Tia did not respond. She loved her new daughter, but this other girl was cause for concern for her.
Declan waited. He wanted to see what Evangeline had to say. "Olivia is not evil. She's one of the few that was a real friend to me. Whatever is happening, please give her a chance."
Tia sighed, "You don't know what she tried to do Evangeline. It would have destroyed Deacon."
Evangeline nodded, "You told me about the choices you were forced to make when you were younger. Well, Olivia has always had to make choices too. Everyone fears her father. He's dangerous and deadly. His mate and his children are his whole life. But he has a temper, and I've seen him lose it. Olivia is right to be scared, but her father would never hurt her. A father cannot hurt his child. However, she can hurt him and she may feel as if she has." Evangeline looked at Declan. "You've met my mother. I was a lot like Olivia afraid to defy her. I can understand how she feels and why she may have considered taking the action she took."
Declan paused, "Ms. Bertha never really tried to hurt you though. Are you saying Jebutu might hurt Olivia?"
"No, never, but all of her life, Olivia has tried not to disappoint her father. I understand what that's like." Evangeline whispered.
Tia sighed and gave her a hug.. "I'll give her a chance. It may take some time, but I'll give her the benefit of the doubt. You speak highly of Olivia. I can't wait to meet her one day."
Evangeline smiled, and soon they ate. Evangeline and Declan cleared the table. Tia checked on her mate before reporting in for her shift.
"Mom, I don't like you working at night." Declan whispered.
Tia laughed. "They need nurses at night just like the day time. Besides, need to evaluate the staff. I can't evaluate the night staff during the day." She added.
Declan sighed. Evangeline joined him and hugged Tia as she left for her job. "So, my love, we are finally alone. Mom's gone. Alexia is with Kwame. We have the entire night to ourselves.
"Yes!" Declan cheered as he kissed his mate. It had been days since they'd had a chance to explore each other and he wasn't wasting an opportunity.
Evangeline had the softest lips. Declan loved kissing her lips, so for once he indulged himself. Stroking her body, Declan wanted to show his mate that she was all he thought of. Slowly he kissed her neck, nibbling her skin causing her to moan. Evangeline was not very vocal, so whenever he could he'd try to get her to make sounds.
Not to be undone, Evangeline launched her own assault on her amorous mate. Within seconds, both had lost a significant amount of their clothing and were headed to the bed room. Not a moment was wasted as Declan led Evangeline to their bed. She lay back, opening herself to him, her body aroused as her sex tantalized him. He needed no other encouragement as he lay between her thighs, his engorged member stroking her heat.
Unable to control herself any longer, Evangeline groaned. That was what Declan needed as he entered her heat, for the first time in days. His mate fit him perfectly. Slowly he moved, grinding in and out of her body. Evangeline loved how he filled her, his thickness, and his length. Declan knew his mate. He knew what it took to take her over the edge. He knew how to make her cum for him, but he wasn't ready. It wasn't often that he had time alone with his mate, so he was taking full advantage.
Slowly, with precise strokes, Declan moved. He lay above her, looking deep into her eyes, memorizing the expressions on her face as hit took her to many new heights. Evangeline was his and his alone. Tonight was about them and no other.
"Baby" Evangeline whispered, and he knew she wanted to climax, but he want ready. So he stilled. Evangeline growled. "Declan, if you don't..." Declan laughed.
"What, mate? What will you do?" he teased.
Frustrated and so close, Evangeline just groaned. Declan grasped her hips and told her to be still. If she moved once more, it was over for both of them. Evangeline needed to come. She needed to be filled. She needed his seed.
No longer able to deny her, Declan began to pump furiously. Soon, both ascended into a glorious climax. They held each other and Declan started laughing.
"What's so funny?' Evangeline asked.
"You, my shy girl who loves to give orders in bed." He teased.
Evangeline stroked his cheek and smiled, "Well, I have to teach you how to do it right. I love you Declan." She kissed him.
Declan return her kissed, rolled her beneath him and whispered. "I love you, Evangeline. I love you with everything in me."
Evangeline laughed, "You're whipped, admit it."
Declan smiled, "Gladly."
Meanwhile, Tia was at work. So far the shift was going well. There was only one nurse that kept falling short. Tia had addressed the woman before, and it seemed like she was trying to improve at first. Now it was a painfully aware that she had to let a nurse go. Usually, when Tia dismissed a nurse, she would try to make sure they had a safe place to land. However, this nurse was negligent, and cruel. Her supervisors had written her up more than required. Each one gave her another chance, but her chances were up.
Tia called the older woman to her office. The conversation was difficult, but the former nurse stood and walked out with her dignity. Tia knew they would need to find a replacement immediately.
*The end of chapter 6.
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Saturday afternoon I was enjoying another warm sunny day with Jane. Looking over at her as she laid on her sun lounger I was reminded of how attractive she was. Not many women of her age would look so good in a bikini. Yes she did carry a few extra pounds these days but she certainly still turned me on.
"So what happened last night? Was there a problem with Danni's electrics?" Jane asked, lifting her sunglasses from her eyes.
"Well the power was out but it was a ruse as we suspected," I answered.
"No real surprise there then. Well I'm sure you both enjoyed it but I will have to have a word with her. I know it was just a little white lie but what if it had been some kind of emergency!" Jane said.
"Yes that's true, 'the boy who cried wolf' sort of thing," I added.
Jane shifted her position on her lounger I couldn't help notice the camel toe in her bikini briefs. If only things had been different I would probably have been investigating further. As it was I had to suppress the urge.
"Oh by the way," Jane began lifting her glasses up again, "it's not for certain yet but Mary's thinking of coming to visit the weekend after next."
"That would be good. How is she?" I asked.
"She's fine, mind you all she seems to talk about is her latest conquest. She's got more than one young stud on the go you know! I don't know how she does it," Jane said.
"Good luck to her I say, enjoy it while she can," I said.
"I just hope she doesn't get hurt that's my concern," Jane said.
"I'm sure she''ll be fine," I said.
"I bet you hope I come out of this menopause thing the same as Mary has!" She said.
"Well I don't know about the young studs!" I remarked making Jane laugh.
"No perhaps not that part, I wouldn't do that to you," She said.
A pang of guilt hit me. Although I had been given the green light from Jane as far as Danni was concerned I don't think she would be so understanding over Talia. It made me think that I must speak to Danni about it. I didn't think she would mention it to her mother but I needed to be sure...
It was sometime after eight on Sunday evening when I joined Jane in the lounge after taking a shower. She was just finishing a conversation on her phone.
"Think you'll be pleased to know that was Danni," Jane said smiling.
"Is she okay?" I asked eager to know more.
"Yeah she's fine. I had that word with her like I said. She started off saying her electric was out again," She said.
"Oh right, I take it you didn't believe her," I said.
"Not for a minute. I told her I understood if she found it awkward to tell me exactly what she was after, I mean that's quite understandable, but I explained that if there ever was an emergency of some sort we might not know if it's true or not," Jane said.
"Did she understand?" I asked.
"Yeah once she realised what I meant she was full of apologies. So anyway we've worked out like a little code so I'll know exactly what's what. She can still spin me a little yarn to save any embarrassment but I'll know the truth," Jane explained.
"That's a clever idea," I said.
"Danni seemed to appreciate it, she couldn't stop thanking me for being so understanding," Jane said.
"Well she's right to be thankful, you're making an awkward situation much easier for all of us. I've got to ask again though, are you sure you're okay with it?" I asked with concern.
"Don't worry yourself, I'm happy that you're happy and I'm sure you'll be pleased to know that Danni is expecting you to visit her tonight," Jane said with a smile.
"Looks like I've got my orders then," I said trying not to make my excitement too obvious.
"Yep now get yourself sorted and I'll see you tomorrow," She said and stood up.
"Thanks love," I said giving her a hug...
I really couldn't believe my luck. On my way to Danni's I reminded myself that I must have a chat with her about Talia. I didn't like keeping any secrets from Jane but this had to be kept from her. I just hoped Danni would agree.
Again there was little traffic on the roads and before I knew it I was pulling up outside Danni's house. I had no idea what she would have up her sleeve tonight, the girl was full of surprises, which of course added to the excitement.
"Hello," Danni said opening the door in answer to my knock.
She looked up at me seductively, "please come in," she said stepping aside to let me pass.
Unlike last time the lights were on and I quickly noticed she was dressed as before in her schoolgirls uniform, the only noticeable difference being the absence of a tie. Now I knew it was to be another role play evening.
"Please go through, would you like a drink?" Danni asked.
"Yeah coke if you've got any," I said.
"Yeah sure, back in a mo," Danni said.
I sat down in the single armchair that I had claimed last visit. It was no great surprise to find that Danni was alone tonight, I had excepted that Friday was likely to have been a one off. Not that I would object to a repeat performance.
"Here you go,!" Danni said handing me a glass.
"Thanks, so no more trouble with the electrics then?" I said with a knowing smile.
"Oh God, sorry. Mum has told me off for that," Danni said blushing.
"Yeah I know, sorry I'm teasing you," I said smiling.
Danni reached for a glass of wine on the small table in front of her and I suddenly realised that there were two glasses. I had noticed them but it hadn't registered until now. Then I heard footfalls on the stairs.
"Hello," Talia said and walked over to sit beside Danni on the sofa.
"...Talia! yes Hello, sorry I didn't know you were here," I said, startled.
I was totally surprised to see her again but more than happy, much more than happy. Overcoming my shock I saw that Talia was also wearing the same white blouse, grey pleated skirt and white knee length socks as before and like Danni she had dispensed with the tie.
"Oh yeah, sorry I forgot to mention it," Danni said with a sly grin.
Danni gave Talia a nudge with her elbow and they both stood up and took up position a few feet in front of me, Danni to my left and Talia to my right with their hands behind their backs.
"We're here for our next lesson sir," Talia said.
"Ah yes, good. Well I think you learnt a lot last lesson so perhaps we'll see how much you remember. Now lets see...okay now if we start with you Danni, lets get you sat on the table again I think would be best," I said.
Unlike the first time when I'd been caught on the hop, I slipped in to my role easily. Moving over to the dining table Danni perched herself on the edge.
"Good, now I think we should start with the breasts this time," I said.
I stood in front of Danni and began unbuttoning her white blouse. Talia stood to my left.
"So lets see how much you remember," I said pulling the blouse open.
Danni kept her eyes on my face the whole time to see my reaction when I feasted my eyes on her bare chest.
"Now Talia can you remember what we call this area?" I asked.
With the tip of my little finger I lightly traced the darker skin around Danni's left nipple, careful not to touch it.
"Erm...oh yes that's the air something or other," Talia answered.
"It's the areola Talia. I can see we needed a second lesson. Perhaps if you do as I'm doing on Danni's other breast and say the word out loud it might help you remember," I said.
"Areola...areola...areola," Talia repeated several times while we both ran our fingertips around Danni's dark areolae.
"You will notice the difference in texture compared with the lighter skin of the breast," I said running my fingertip further out from the nipple and then returning to the areola.
Talia copied my lead and we both stroked each of Danni's breasts with just the lightest of touches.
"Of course I'm sure you know the nipple but I'd like you to touch it and familiarise yourself with the feel of it, like this Talia," I said gently flicking Danni's left nipple with my fingertip.
"It feels very stiff sir, why is that?" Talia asked.
With both of us flicking her nipples Danni tilted her head back and closed her eyes.
"Well it can be due to temperature, does it feel cold?" I asked.
Talia gently felt Danni's right nipple between her thumb and forefinger, "No sir it feels quite warm," she said.
"In that case it's most likely due to arousal, are you experiencing arousal Danni?" I asked, "Danni?" I repeated when she didn't answer.
"Oh...what...yes sir I believe I am," She eventually answered, opening her eyes for a moment.
"Of course not all girls enjoy stimulation in this way but those that do have their own preferences. It seems that Danni enjoys a light touch but it would be interesting to see what else she might enjoy. Try gently brushing your lips over the nipple Talia," I suggested.
"Mmmmm," Danni moaned.
"That seems to be working. Okay Talia now use your tongue, here I'll show you," I said.
Kneeling down I lightly flicked the tip of my tongue over Danni's left nipple, Talia did the same to Danni's right nipple.
"Oooooh, Mmmmm," Danni moaned again.
"And now try sucking Talia, start off gently and slowly increase the suction," I instructed and began doing the same.
With Danni's left nipple between my lips I flicked my tongue firmly over the stiff little bud. When Danni let out a whimper Talia mistook it for pain.
"Oh sorry Dan, did I hurt you?" Talia asked.
"No no, please carry on," Danni replied as though pleading for more.
"Okay Talia now try gently nibbling the nipple between your teeth, just gently mind," I said and began doing the same to Danni's left nipple.
"Oooh Yeah," Danni muttered.
"Good, very good. Now if we both use these different techniques randomly for a minute or two I think I'll be able to show you the results of our efforts," I said.
Danni moaned almost constantly as we both licked, flicked, sucked and nibbled on her nipples...
"Right, now lets see if I'm right in my assumption," I said standing up.
"Okay Danni if you could lay back for me.. ..that's it, now Talia if you could lift Danni's skirt up for me...Oh!" I said surprised to see Danni was wearing a pair of white cotton knickers.
"Oh sir her panties are all wet!" Talia exclaimed.
"Yes they are indeed and I think you'll find that is the result of the stimulation of her nipples," I said.
Danni's panties were beyond wet, her juices had soaked through the cotton and had made a wet patch on her skirt.
"So Talia if you'd like to remove Danni's knickers we can remind ourselves of the female genitalia," I said.
"She's so wet sir, do you think she's peed herself?" Talia asked pulling the white panties down Danni's legs.
"I don't think so Talia, does it smell like pee?" I said.
Talia slipped the knickers over Danni's feet and held them to her nose.
"It's not pee sir," Talia said and took another long sniff.
"What does it smell like?" I asked.
"It's hard to describe sir," she said and took another long sniff, "It's really nice though, here have a smell."
Talia held the wet spot of Danni's white panties under my nose and I took a long sniff. My penis twitched several times under my clothes as I took in the sexy odour of Danni's pussy.
I gently pulled Danni so her bum was on the edge of the table. Supporting her left leg against me so her calf rested on my shoulder I motioned for Talia to pull a chair closer to support her other leg.
"Now if you kneel down Talia you'll have a better view... that's it now can you remember what these are called?" I asked lightly brushing my right thumb down Danni's wet pussy lips.
"They are the outer lips sir," Talia said while she gently ran her right hand up Danni's right inner thigh.
"That's right, the outer labia or more commonly known as pussy lips. Feel how soft they are, that's if Danni doesn't mind of course?" I said knowing full well there'd be no objection.
"Oh yes please do," Danni said with enthusiasm.
Danni moaned as Talia ran her thumb up her wet lips.
"So Talia do you remember where the clitoris is situated?" I asked.
"Oh Yeah," Danni cried when Talia's thumb brushed over her clit.
"Is this it sir?" Talia asked as she teased Danni's sensitive little bud.
"Yes that's right. You'll notice that Danni is experiencing a good deal of sexual pleasure from your touch Talia. Now might be a good time to try stimulating her with your tongue, if Danni has no obj," I didn't get a chance to finish speaking.
"Danni doesn't mind, please use your tongue, please!" Danni said with urgency.
"Would you mind if I tried something else first sir?" Talia said to my surprise.
Danni lifted her head to see what her friend had in mind. Within a few moments Talia had removed her white blouse, her heavy breasts dancing around with her movements. Cupping her right breast in her right hand she steered the stiff nipple towards Danni's pussy lips.
Danni laid her head back onto the table, "Oh Fuck that's nice," she said.
Talia looked up at me while she rubbed her nipple between Danni's wet pussy lips, her hazel eyes sparkled with a sexy smile. Letting her right breast hang down under its own weight she offered her left nipple to Danni's lips.
"Oh God Yeah," Danni cried out again as Talia's nipple raked over her swollen clitoris.
After a minute Talia crouched down lower and pressed her face between Danni's thighs. As Danni's moans grew louder I manoeuvred her left leg so I could remove her white knee length sock. Danni lifted her head slightly and we made eye contact as my tongue slithered in between her perfect little toes.
Talia was probing deeper into her friends pussy with her tongue, her nose brushing against her clit. To my surprise I watched Talia withdraw her tongue from Danni's cunt and lick down to her anus.
With encouraging moans from Danni Talia spent some time teasing her friends arsehole with the tip of her tongue before making her way back up to her pussy where she pushed her tongue deep into Danni's dripping hole.
"Eat me Talia, Oh... Oh yeah... eat my... Oh Yes...eat my cunt make me come," Danni said struggling for breath.
Holding her ankle with my right hand I reached up to her left breast and rubbed the palm of my left hand across her stiff nipple while sucking on her toes.
"Oh Fuck that's it stay there, suck my OHHH FUUUCK YEEEEES," Danni cried out while Talia sucked on her sensitive clit.
Her toes curled up between my lips and her whole body went rigid. I pinched firmly on her nipple with my thumb and forefinger until her body went limp...
"Okay, so while we let Danni recover I'd like to show you how to examine your breasts Talia. It's important you do this regularly so if you could stand up for me," I said lowering Danni's leg.
Talia turned to face me, her bare breasts wobbled until I cupped them in my hands. She looked up at me as I began to gently squeeze and knead her fleshy mounds, her face was wet with Danni's juices.
"Are they okay sir?" Talia asked, looking up at me.
"Oh Yes... I mean, yes everything seems quite normal but let me double check," I said.
Dropping to my knees, my face now level with her chest, I supported the weight of her tits with my hands. The nipples and areolae were still wet with Danni's juices, I could taste it as I flicked my tongue over Talia's stiff little teats in turn.
"Is this part of the examination sir?" Talia asked with a cheeky little smile.
"Yes indeed, I'm just checking their response to stimulation," I said.
Sucking on Talia's right nipple I was suddenly aware of Danni as she kneeled down beside me.
"Can I help sir?" Danni asked.
"Yes of course," I answered.
Before sucking on Talia's left breast Danni whispered in my ear, "I want to watch you fuck her!"
I acknowledged that I'd heard her with a slight nod of my head as I continued to suck Talia's nipple between my lips. Danni's cheek brushed against mine as she began sucking and licking on Talia's other tit.
"I'm feeling very aroused sir!" Talia said.
"Good, so I think everything's fine there then, shall we move on to the male anatomy?" I asked giving Talia's nipple a final suck.
"Yes please sir," both girls said in unison.
As before the two girls were keen to help. As I pulled my t-shirt over my head they were already pulling my jeans down my legs as they knelt down in front of me.
"Oh sir! Have you wet yourself?" Danni asked seeing the wet patch on my black underpants.
"I don't think so but would you like to check?" I said.
Neither of them hesitated in sniffing at the wet spot which of course was caused by my penis leaking pre cum.
"No it's alright sir, it's not pee," Talia said looking up at me with her seductive hazel eyes.
With Danni kneeling almost naked apart from one white sock and Talia kneeling to her left with her big breasts jiggling around with the slightest movement I dropped my pants. My penis was semi-erect and hung down over my balls.
"Oh sir! Your penis is leaking!" Danni exclaimed watching a string of pre cum stretching down towards the floor.
My cock twitched making the string swing around. Danni followed its movement and caught it in her palm. Lifting it to her mouth she looked up at me with her big blue eyes and licked it up with her tongue.
"So lets see what you know of the male anatomy," I said.
"These are the testicles sir," Talia said as she gently cupped my balls in her right hand.
"And this is the penis sir," Danni said poking my cock with her finger.
"Very good and do you know what the end of the penis is called?" I asked.
"Is it the bellend sir?" Danni offered.
"Well that's a slang name, it's actually called the glans. I think now would be a good time for you to familiarise yourselves with the male genitalia, see how different parts feel and how the penis responds to your touch," I said.
Neither of them needed further encouragement. Four small hands explored every millimetre of my cock and balls making my erection stand up firm and proud. Danni looked up at me as she licked the pre cum that had coated her fingers.
"Mmmm lovely," she muttered.
Talia, watching her friend, decided to have a taste herself. With the tip of her tongue she licked some up straight from its source. Like Danni she looked up at me with a smile of satisfaction as she tasted the pre cum that she had drawn into her mouth.
Tilting her head back and crouching lower Danni began to lick at my balls. Talia, with her left breast pressed against my thigh while the other rested on Danni's shoulder licked up and down my shaft.
Placing a hand on each of their heads I ran my fingers through their hair while they kissed, licked and sucked. I could have easily and happily blown my load over the sweet faces of my willing students right there and then.
"Okay girls I think we'll finish today's lessen with the act of penetration. So Talia if you could remove your skirt and lay back on the table please," I said knowing I couldn't last much longer if they carried on.
Within seconds Talia's grey skirt was laying on the floor and she had clambered up onto the table.
"Shall I take her knickers off sir?" Danni asked but didn't wait for an answer.
Her panties where even wetter than Danni's had been. Danni slid them off of Talia's legs and raised them to her face.
"God that smells good!" Danni exclaimed sniffing in her friends sexy aroma.
Taking up position between Talia's open thighs it soon became obvious I wasn't going to reach. Danni quickly came up with a solution and I watched her lovely little bum wriggle as she left the room.
"Here you go! I use it to reach the top shelves in the kitchen," Danni said placing a small plastic stepping stool near my feet.
Kicking it into place I stepped up and found I was just the right height. Gently I pulled Talia towards me. Pulling her white socks off I straightened her legs so her feet were now either side of my head.
Pushing against the natural upright inclination I pressed the shaft of my erection against Talia's wet pussy lips. As I began to slowly rock backwards and forwards I felt Danni's naked body press against my side and her left hand slide between my thighs to caress my balls.
Pulling back a little I ran my wet knob against Talia's parting lips and up into the neat little bush of her pubic hair. Danni climbed up and laid down next to Talia's left side and propping herself on her elbow leaned over to kiss and then lick at her friends left nipple.
Talia gathered her friends blond hair in her hand and held it out of the way. With her left hand Danni stroked her own pussy while she continued to lick and suck on Talia's breast.
Parting Talia's pussy lips with my engorged purple glans and locating her tight hole I eased my way inside her.
"Oh Oh Oooh," Talia cried.
Our combined juices allowed me to push deep into her cunt. Danni, with her cheek laying flat against Talia's breast, still licking at the nipple, looked down to watch me fuck her friend and in turn I watched her fuck herself with her finger.
"Oh God Yes, Fuck Me, Fuck Me Hard!" Talia said while she caressed her other breast.
Turning my head to the right I kissed her ankle then licked her foot and toes. I fucked her faster and harder, her tits wobbled with every thrust but Danni managed to follow her moving target and kept licking and sucking on Talia's nipple.
"Oh Yeah Oh Yeah Oh Yeah," Talia said keeping tempo with my thrusts, although she was sounding more and more breathless.
Reaching down with my right hand I pushed past Danni's fingers and slipped my own finger into her dripping pussy. On every thrust of my cock into Talia's cunt I thrust my finger up Danni.
With both girls moaning I knew we were all close to coming. Pulling my throbbing cock from Talia's cunt I rubbed my knob on her clit.
"OH FUCK," Talia shouted as she climaxed.
A stream of spunk shot from my cock and caught Danni on her forehead. In a split second she moved her head closer and a second stream of cum splashed across her face. She opened her mouth to catch the next shot which found its target and she waited for more.
Having removed my finger from Danni's pussy while I shot my load I now replaced it . While Danni rubbed furiously at her clit I fucked her with my finger. She licked at my cock as the last drops of spunk dribbled out. She cried out when her second orgasm of the evening consumed her...
I almost fell off of the stall, my legs were shaking so much. Needing to recover I just flopped to the floor and laid back. I looked up at the girls still laying on the table, it was a minute or two before either of them moved.
Eventually they climbed down from the table and stood side by side looking down at me laying naked on the floor.
"Thank you sir, that was a most memorable lesson," Danni said with a smile, wiping spunk from her eye.
"Yes thank you sir, I think we've both learnt a lot," Talia added rubbing her nipples with her fingers.
"It's a pleasure to teach such willing pupils. Do you think you're getting the hang of human biology now?" I asked smiling.
"Yes I think we are, another few lessons and we'll be experts," Danni said, both girls giggled... |
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Her cleavage looked ridiculously inviting as she pranced around the pool in her coral coloured crochet bikini set. The triangle top held her supple young breasts together with just the right amount of tension while the low rise bottoms hugged her hips and tight ass in a sexy embrace. As she bent at the waist, then whipped her head back quickly, shaking her fingers through her long, wet blonde hair, a tremor rippled through her perfect 20-year-old body.
A similar quiver surged in between Thomas' legs.
This had become a common scene in the week since Lorraine's daughter Alexandra had returned from her sophomore year of college and settled in with her mother and her new husband for the summer. The couple, who were both divorced, had enjoyed a whirlwind romance and were married after only about eight months of dating. Alexandra, or Alex to those close to her, had not had a lot of time to get to know her new step-father since she had been away at school during their courtship and newlywed periods, but was happy for her mother and thought that Thomas seemed like a decent man.
Though he may have been a decent man, he was also just that -- a man. Seeing this stunning 20-year-old parading around the house half naked was enough to make any man, decent or otherwise, sit up and pay attention.
She looked a lot like her mother. Both were knockout blondes with killer bodies and model-worthy good looks. The junior version just happened to be 24 years newer and perkier, tighter and bouncier in all the right places. Not to mention a lot more carefree when it came to showing off her assets.
Having her around and constantly on display was both extremely enjoyable and excruciatingly exasperating for Thomas. On one hand, he fully admitted to himself that seeing this drop-dead gorgeous young lady everyday in her barely-there outfits was fantastic eye-candy, as well as an equal, if not better aid than Viagra for any middle-aged flaccidity issues. But on the flip side, she was his wife's 20-year-old daughter, and he knew he should not even be looking at her, let alone allowing some of the depraved and very explicit thoughts about her to creep into his head.
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A few nights after the latest swimsuit fashion show, Alex had a couple of girlfriends over and Lorraine had dragged her husband off to bed early to give her daughter and her friends some space. The three girls sat out by the pool, drinking a few beers and catching up.
All three of them were gorgeous young ladies, with Alex leading the way. On this particular night she was wearing an incredibly short pair of Daisy Duke cut-off jean shorts that nicely showed off her fabulously toned legs, and a flatteringly tight white tank top that clung to her curvy chest spectacularly. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, keeping it out of her near perfect looking face.
As was always the case, it did not take long for the topic of conversation to turn to men, or more specifically - sex. The trio shared tales of recent experiences, heartbreak and longing. Eventually, Jill, one of Alex's friends since grade school, started talking about guys they all knew that she thought were sexy. They all tossed around names of guys they had gone to school with or knew from their various social circles. Soon enough, Veronica, Alex's best friend since grade nine, told them of the lustful crush she had always had on one of their high school teachers, setting off a whole new line of discussion.
"Oh my God, you little tramp!" Jill exclaimed in mock terror. "He was like 60-years-old!"
"C'mon, he was like forty-something." Veronica countered. "And he was hot."
"Whatever..." Jill digressed. "But would you seriously sleep with a guy that old?"
"Hell yeah," Veronica answered immediately. "If he was hot, who fuckin' cares how old he is!"
""You are such a little whore!" Jill declared, playfully shoving her friend for added effect. "Alex, tell me you would not join this slut in raiding the geriatric wing."
"You guys are both depraved." Alex replied. "I can't believe we're talking about this."
"C'mon bitch, don't change the subject." Jill countered. "Would you fuck some geezer like this freak over here?"
"He's not a geezer!" Veronica interrupted.
"Shut the fuck up, Lolita!" Jill mocked. "Let miss thing here answer the question."
"I dunno," Alex reluctantly answered. "Maybe."
"Oh my God!" Jill responded overdramatically. "You're just as bad as this little tart over here!"
"Like who?" Veronica jumped in, clearly excited to have someone on her side.
"I can't believe you'd both jump in bed with some old fucker." Jill shook her head in disbelief.
"C'mon Jill," Veronica interrupted. "You mean there's no older guy you'd ever sleep with?"
"I dunno, how old we talkin'? Like George Clooney old?" Jill mocked.
"Well, I mean someone you'd actually have a shot with." Veronica quickly countered. "Someone you know or something."
"What like a prof or someone's dad or something?" Jill asked with a wrinkled-up nose for effect.
"Yeah... isn't there some sexy older guy you know that you'd let into your panties?" Veronica pushed.
"Hey, I'm not the admitted freak like you two." Jill defended. "Why aren't you grilling Alex about what senior citizen she wants to fuck?"
"Hey, I said maybe..." Alex began to clarify.
"Yeah Alex," Veronica chimed in. "Who is it? What older guy gets you all wet?"
"I never said there was anybody!" Alex replied. "I said maybe..."
"You know who I would be hot for if I were you?" Veronica proposed, cutting her off.
"I can only imagine..." Jill interjected with a roll of her eyes.
"That sexy step-dad of yours." Veronica said with a smile. "Now there's a hot older guy I'd let have his way with me."
"Veronica!" Alex exclaimed. "You're terrible! Thomas is married to my mother!"
"I know!" Veronica excitedly continued. "That's what makes it even sexier! Imagine how hot that would be if you were fuckin' your mom's husband?"
"You seriously need help." Jill piped in. "You know that, right?"
"C'mon," Veronica countered. "You guys cannot seriously tell me that you don't think Thomas is sexy?"
Alex could not believe where the conversation had led to. Were she and her two girlfriends actually discussing her step-father's sex appeal and the idea of fucking him? Despite her aversion to the subject matter, she could not stop images of Thomas from popping into her head as her friend questioned if she found him attractive.
He was in his late forties -- 48 or 49 she guessed -- and certainly kept himself in pretty good shape. About six feet tall with salt and pepper hair, he was definitely good looking for a guy his age and had a sort of Richard Gere kind of look going for him.
Catching herself dwelling on images of her mother's husband, Alex let out a giggle about the absurdity of it all.
"Oh my God! You little slut!" Jill exclaimed in reaction to her silly laugh. "You would so do your step-dad!"
"What!" Alex snapped back to reality. "No, I..."
"Fuck yes she would." Veronica interrupted. "And so would I!"
"You two are crazy!" Jill decreed, throwing her hands up in mock exasperation. "You want me to leave so you can go throw yourselves at daddy dearest upstairs?"
"Oh my God, I never said I wanted to..." Alex laughed before once again getting cut off.
"You so would!" Veronica jumped in, giggling uncontrollably. "Admit it! You would so fuck Thomas."
"Well... maybe." Alex said as she joined her friend in hysterical laughter.
Thomas' stood by the bathroom window with his mouth agape and right hand firmly wrapped around his rock hard penis. He had gotten up to take a piss and was standing there relieving himself when the sounds of the three young women's conversation began trickling in through the open window. Not wanting to eavesdrop on his wife's daughter and her friends, he had tried to ignore what they were saying, but when the subject matter turned to sex and then specifically to older men, his ears could not help but perk up. By the time his name came up, he found himself staring out the window and, without even realizing it, slowly stroking his cock as the young ladies talked. And when Alex merely hinted that she would even consider the idea of having sex with him, he almost blew his load right then and there.
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It was all he could think about. No matter how hard he tried to keep it out of his head, he could not stop his thoughts from returning to it. Thomas could not stop thinking about his wife's daughter.
That night, after listening in on the three young beauties around the pool and overhearing Alex half-jokingly admit to at least being attracted to him, he immediately went back to the bedroom he shared with her mother and, with a hard-on inspired by the conversation he had just eavesdropped on, proceeded to fuck her as hard and fast as had ever before. To his own shame, for almost the entire time that he made passionate love to his wife that night, he closed his eyes and imagined Lorraine's sexy 20-year-old daughter being on the receiving end of his wanton thrusts.
Now, days after the incident and subsequent fantasy fuck, Thomas was a mess. He could barely look his wife in the eyes without feeling the immense guilt that his taboo desires weighed upon his conscious, and every time he saw Alex, those very carnal lusts flooded back into his mind, overshadowing all other thoughts and feelings.
It was in this state of emotional turmoil that he found himself one evening while Lorraine was getting ready for bed. Before he could bring himself to join her in their bedroom, he stepped outside for some fresh air to clear his head. He desperately wanted to be able to climb into bed with his wife and not fantasize about her daughter being the one lying next to him. While he was composing himself by the pool in the backyard, he noticed that the lights were still on in the pool house. Knowing that Alex and her friends had been swimming earlier in the evening, he figured that they had simply forgotten to turn out the lights, so he ventured over to do so.
The pool house was in the back corner of the spacious backyard and basically a two-room structure with a change room and storage area, as well as a small bathroom including a shower stall. Walking into the pool house, Thomas quickly realized that the lights had not simply been left on. As he stepped through the doorway into the outer change room, he heard the shower running.
Knowing full well that he should turn around and get the Hell out of there, he found that he was unable to force his body to do so. Despite his strong desire to do the right thing, his resolve quickly faded when he noticed that the door to the bathroom was halfway open. He stepped forward, moving close enough and at such an angle to see the reflection of the shower stall in the foggy mirror.
Alex tilted her head slightly backward, letting the spray hit her face and the water flow down her long blonde hair. She wiped her face with her hands and then moved them down to her breasts, cupping the flawless globes in her palms as the water flowed over her completely erect nipples. Droplets of water clung to her tits as her hands slid down her body and onto her ass. With her legs spread ever so slightly and her back arched, she began stoking, kneading and manipulating the flesh on her perfectly toned ass.
Thomas' eyes never left her body. Transfixed, he watched as her hands worked their way around and deep into the cleft of her ass, her fingers dipping down deep enough to touch her pussy. Soon one of her hands disappeared from sight in between her legs and her eyes fell shut and her mouth opened slightly.
He knew he absolutely should leave, but he was frozen in place watching this beautiful young woman. Alex's tongue wiped across her lips as her hand began a rhythmic action in between her legs. Thomas' eyes were glued to the scene unfolding in front of him, and the growing stiffness in between his own legs was a clear indicator of his true desire to stay and watch to the conclusion.
Alex's free hand made its way up her body and began to squeeze the nipple on her left breast. Even through the foggy reflection of the mirror, he could see it grow in between her finger and thumb. Retreating from in between her legs, her other hand quickly moved up to her wet bosom.
Her hands made love to her breasts. She softly stroked them, then alternately pushed them together and pulled them apart. Thomas stared in awe as she squeezed them gently, rubbing her palms against her nipples and then stopping to squeeze them. She pinched her hard nipples, rolling them in between her fingers and pulling them out and then releasing them to snap back hard and long.
It was all he could do to stop himself from unzipping right then and there and stroking his rock hard cock to the show unfolding before him. At that moment, more than anything else in the world, he wanted to bury his face in this stunning young woman's pussy, regardless of who her mother was.
Alex's hands moved slowly downwards, meeting briefly to slip gently in between her legs in one smooth motion, and then moving back upwards to continue roaming all over her body. She spread her legs slightly as one hand settled onto a breast and the other moved back down between her legs. A pair of fingers spread her lips apart while the others dipped between to stroke her clit. Her motions were slow, smooth, and soft.
Thomas stared as her hand moved faster and faster. He could see her chest rising and falling a little quicker and a little deeper, and her face becoming more and more flushed. Her eyes were completely closed now and, with her head thrown back, her fingers were alternating between rubbing her swollen clit and plunging in and out of her pussy. Then, to his astonishment, he watched as she pulled those fingers from her wet snatch and brought them up to her lips. Gently, she licked her juices off.
Stunned, he could not believe his eyes. Watching his wife's sexy daughter masturbate in the shower and taste her own come almost made his raging hard-on explode without his laying so much as a finger on it. His heart was racing.
Then, all of a sudden, he saw Alex's eyes shoot open and her stare immediately lock onto the mirror. He held his breath and froze -- she was looking right at him. Thomas could not move, could not speak. He had no idea what to do. Then, to his astonishment, he swore he saw little smile creep onto her lips, ever so briefly, before she turned her head away and reached to turn off the shower.
Taking this as his cue to exit, Thomas slowly backed away and slipped out of the pool house. He was positive that she had seen him. There was no way that her look and smile was a mere coincidence. He cursed himself for the situation he was now in - a situation that was completely his fault. Then, he cursed himself a second time for what he was about to do next. Slowly, he made his way back to the house, knowing full well that he was about to go upstairs and make passionate love to his wife, all the while picturing, and wishing it was, her daughter.
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He felt like he was on the brink of going insane. The images of his wife's daughter in the shower pleasuring herself were permanently tattooed on his brain. Thomas knew he was in trouble.
As if things were not bad enough before the shower incident, ever since that night, Alex was pretty much all he could think about. Much to his own personal disgrace, every time he made love to his wife, no matter how much he tried to stop it, all he could picture was fucking her beautiful young daughter. To make matters worse, to his own disgust, he could not help but admit to himself that the subsequent orgasms he experienced from those fantasy fuelled fucking sessions with Lorraine, were by far some of the most satisfying of his entire life.
It had been a couple of weeks since the taboo episode in the pool house and not a word had been spoken between Thomas and Alex about the encounter. He was still positive that she had caught him watching her and assumed that she was either too embarrassed about the situation to say anything or did not want to upset the status quo in the house by bringing the incident to light. Regardless of her reason for keeping it quiet, he was quite relieved that she had.
His sense of relief was short-lived though, when a last minute weekend business trip popped up for his wife, setting the stage for him to be left alone from Friday to Monday with her daughter, and his forbidden lusts for the young lady.
When Friday night arrived, Thomas put forth his best efforts to avoid any contact with Alex. He met a business associate for dinner and made every excuse to prolong the meal and delay his return home. Even after parting ways with his dining companion, he deliberately chose the longest possible route home from the restaurant, as well as made sure to drive well under the posted speed limit. Finally, with all his stalling endeavours exhausted, he reluctantly pulled into the driveway, desperately hoping that the sexy young woman on his mind was either out or in bed for the evening.
He walked in the front door and breathed a sigh of relief. The house was dimly lit and seemed pretty quiet. It was a good bet that she was indeed either out or had already gone to bed. As he softly made his way through the front room and towards the hallway leading to the bedrooms, he smiled to himself at a job well done in avoiding any uncomfortable scene with his wife's daughter. He was part way down the hall when his self-congratulatory bliss took a turn.
"I thought I heard something." The soft voice behind him half-whispered.
Thomas stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of her voice and he cursed his luck. He was mere steps away from his bedroom.
"Sorry, hope I didn't wake you." He replied, shifting uncomfortably to adjust for the immediate bulge in his pants as he turned around to face her.
Alex looked absolutely dreamy standing in front of him in a periwinkle blue cotton nightie with a low-cut, ribbon-trimmed neckline that did a fine job of showing off her flawless bosom, not to mention barely covered her perfect little ass. Her blonde hair still looked a little damp from her evening shower and spilled down over her shoulders and down her back in seductively tangled waves.
He could not help but involuntarily swallow as he took in the beauty before him.
"No, I was actually just on my way to bed now." She answered with a smile. "Goodnight." She added, and then, much to his astonishment, stepped towards him and gave him a gentle peck on the cheek before turning and walking into her bedroom.
Thomas stood there frozen for at least a full minute as his mind raced to catch up with the interaction that had just taken place. His heart was racing and he could swear that his cock had never been harder in his entire life. Finally, he pulled himself together enough to make his way into his bedroom before he passed out in the hallway from sensory overload.
With sweat rapidly accumulating on his brow, he quickly began to undress in an effort to combat the sudden overheating his body was overcome with. His head was spinning and his groin ached as his prick strained against the confines of his clothing. Tossing his shirt and tie to the floor, he hurriedly proceeded to follow suit with his pants and boxers. As soon as he pulled his underwear off, his dick sprang out at full attention. It was so erect it pulsated with each beat of his heart.
His immediate reaction was to jerk off right then and there. To close his eyes and replay the images of Alex in the shower a couple of weeks ago and in her skimpy lingerie kissing his cheek in the hallway just moments earlier as he pleasured himself. But as his hand moved towards his twitching cock to do just that, he suddenly stopped himself, desperately wanting to be a better man than that.
Thomas squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head from side to side, trying frantically to knock the illicit thoughts of his wife's daughter from his mind. It was a valiant effort, but the competing argument coming from his groin made it a losing one. The raging hard-on throbbing in between his legs needed to be dealt with.
He knew that what he was feeling was wrong, but he felt helpless to stop it. Almost in a trance-like state, he suddenly found himself back out in the hallway, stark naked, softly making his way toward Alex's bedroom. As he made it to the door, he was fortunate enough to discover it slightly ajar, and without any hesitation, he gently eased it open further to allow him to look in.
This time, he did not stop his hand from making contact with his aching prick as he laid eyes on the breathtaking young lady lying on the bed. Lucky for him it was a humid evening and she had opted to throw the covers off of her, leaving her magnificent 20-year-old, nightie-clad body on full display. Without even realizing he had begun doing it, his hand slowly started to move back and forth on his shaft as he gazed upon her. He wondered if she was actually asleep already, after all it had only been a few minutes since their exchange in the hallway. He also wondered if she was wearing any panties underneath her sparse lingerie.
All of a sudden she shifted slightly, sending Thomas into a near panic as he held his breath in anticipation of getting caught. Fortunately her eyes did not open, leading him to believe that perhaps she had already fallen asleep. He exhaled slowly as he continued to slide his hand up and down his rock hard dick. Then, much to his delight, he noticed something else that her slight movement had uncovered. She was indeed not wearing any panties.
Alex's little blue nightie had slid up her body ever so slightly when she had subconsciously adjusted her position on the bed, and he could clearly see that she was completely unencumbered below the waist. She was clean shaven, and he could just make out the outline of her pristine pussy lips in the faint light that crept into the room from the hallway. Instinctively, his hand began to move faster on his cock as he stared at her exposed snatch.
He was in a complete and total haze. A part of him knew what he was doing was despicable, but it was almost as if that portion of him was watching another man. He did nothing to halt his actions. Wanton lust and carnal desires were controlling his each and every thought and movement at this point. His hand was now stoking his shaft as fast as was humanly possible.
Finally, it happened. Not the release that Thomas and his piston-like arm movement were hoping for, but something else entirely. The cloud of sexual hunger and need fully enveloped him. Before he even knew what was happening, he had made his way into the bedroom.
Despite the trance-like stupor, Thomas moved with precision and speed. Cock in hand, he quickly manoeuvred himself to the bed and in one swift, cat-like movement, he eased himself onto the bed, seemingly without waking the sleeping beauty lying before him. As he gazed down upon her, there may have been an instant when his conscious managed the slightest protest, but it was no match for his licentious lust.
And then, faster than he could say 'dirty stepfather' he did it.
Alex's eyes jumped open and she let out a gasp as soon as their flesh connected. But before her eyes could even focus or her breath could form a word, she felt him slip inside of her.
He groaned in long-awaited satisfaction as he pushed his hips forward and buried as much of his dick into her sweet young cunt as he could in a single thrust.
She did not struggle against him right away, her mind and body still trying to comprehend the sudden onslaught. But it did not take her long to regain her senses.
"Thomas?" She half-asked and half-whimpered as her hands began to push his body away. "What? No?"
Oblivious to her words, his hands quickly moved to pin hers down and his mouth intuitively covered her lips to silence her voice. His hips continued to pump back and forth, driving his prick harder and harder with each thrust as his tongue darted into her mouth in a deep, depraved kiss.
She could not stop the involuntarily moan that escaped from her mouth and into his as they kissed. The steady pace of his cock slamming in and out of her tender fuck-hole was undeniably having a profound effect on her libido.
Finally he broke their kiss and pulled his head back to look at her as he continued to force himself into her and hold her down.
"Oh Alex..." he moaned, staring her right in the eyes as he fucked her.
The satisfied grin on his face told her how much he was enjoying himself as she looked back at her mother's husband as he had his way with her. Slowly, Thomas let go of her pinned arms and took hold of her legs as he moved his body off of hers to allow himself more room to manoeuvre her body to his desire. Much to her own surprise, she did not immediately begin to struggle once her arms were free.
And then, faster than you can say 'naughty step-daughter' it happened.
She reached up, took hold of the back of his head and pulled him back down on top of her. This time it was her lips that found his and her tongue that forced its way into his mouth.
Alex knew it was wrong. But she could not help herself. She told herself that she was just caught up in the moment, but a part of her knew that this was not some spontaneous event.
Ever since that night by the pool with her girlfriends when his name came up, despite her own efforts to stop it, thoughts of her mother's husband had been slowly creeping into her sexual fantasies. And then after she caught him peeping on her in the shower a couple of weeks ago, things had gotten even worse. She could hardly stop thinking about him. As much as she was disgusted with herself for having those thoughts, she found it impossible to stifle them. It had not taken long for her to find herself constantly fantasizing about fucking him as she pleasured herself.
And now, the unthinkable had happened.
Finally Thomas broke their kiss and pulled his head back in astonishment at her reciprocation.
"Let me get on top." She said with a devilish grin as she stared up at him.
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Alex hovered above his pulsating cock for just a few seconds before dropping down onto his manhood. He let out a deep groan of approval as her wet pussy slid slowly down over his shaft. She rolled her hips, forcing his hard dick deeper and deeper inside of her with each movement as he stared up at her in amazement. He watched, mouth agape, as she quickly pulled her nightie off over her head and tossed it aside. Instinctively, his hands shot up and cupped her supple young tits as he sat up towards her. Gently, he brushed his tongue across one of her nipples.
"Mmmm... yes." She moaned in appreciation.
She followed that up with another low moan as he took her nipple fully into his mouth and began to suck, long and hard. All the while, her hips moved back and forth, sliding her slick cunt up and down his eager prick.
"Oh, yes." She whispered in his ear as he feasted on her breast. "Fuck me Thomas, fuck me."
Just hearing her say those words almost made him explode, let alone the exhilaration he was feeling having her impaled on his throbbing cock. He groaned loudly as she slammed up and down, her perfect tits dancing before him and her tangled blonde hair flying wildly with each bounce.
"Oh fuck!" He cried out, unable to contain his words any longer. "Fuck me Alex! Ride my cock!"
His encouraging words seemingly spurring her on, she began to buck up and down faster and faster, then leaned down to lock lips with him for a brief, but incredibly passionate kiss.
"Yes! Oh, God yes!" She bellowed in between ragged breaths. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Suddenly one of her hands bolted down her body and began furiously stroking her swollen clit as his cock continued slamming into her fiery fuck-hole. She moaned in ecstasy as she rubbed her button, squeezing her eyes shut as she gave herself the added pleasure as she rode him.
"Fuck yes!" Thomas growled as he watched her bring her hand up from her clit and slowly lick her fingers clean of her sticky love juices. "Fuck me baby!"
She swirled her hips in a circular motion, grinding down hard onto his cock. Both of her hands took hold of her heaving bosom and squeezed her flesh. She squealed in pleasure as she stared down at her new lover.
"Oh, Thomas," She breathed flintily, "Does that feel good? Do you like that?"
"God yes!" He answered quickly, his balls swelling rapidly. "It feels so fucking good baby."
"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me" She repeated over and over, squeezing her eyes shut again as she headed toward a long anticipated explosion.
"Yes! Fuck me Alex! Fuck me!" He hollered, his own release fast approaching.
"YESSSSS!!!!!" She wailed as her orgasm burst within her.
Her hot fuck juices streamed down onto his aching balls and he quickly took hold of her hips and drove his cock as deep into her as he could.
"FUCK YES!!!" He yelled with a shudder as he exploded inside of her.
Exhausted and out of breath, she collapsed down on top of him and immediately snuggled into his embrace.
Struggling to catch his breath as well, Thomas wrapped his arms around his wife's daughter's hot and sweaty body.
"My God Alex," he whispered. "What have we done?" |
"Stocking Tales": Office Submission | 2,143,595 | 4.58 | 606,907 | [
"stockings",
"mature",
"secretary",
"submission",
"female submissive",
"milf",
"humiliation",
"office",
"spanking",
"male dominant"
] | **Summary: Sexy submissive MILF does WHATEVER it takes to get the job.**
**Note 1:** A great thank you goes to Vanessa for modeling for the photos (I pray I am as beautiful as you in ten years).
**Note 2:** Another great thanks to the photographer Richard who took the pictures and created the ambience.
**Note 3:** Thanks to Mab7991 for his editing this story and LaRacasse for plot suggestions.
\*
Forty-two....
Forty-fucking-two....
Forty-two and going through empty nest syndrome. My twenty-one-year-old son was in Europe backpacking to, as he said in his own words, 'Find himself'. While my eighteen-year-old daughter recently graduated from high school and having received a full scholarship to Berkeley, had moved clear across the country to California to attend school there.
<img src="/images/illustratedstories/2012/2012_10/silkstockingslover_stocking-tales-office-submission01.jpg" height="384" width="256" align="right" />Forty-two and single.
Forty-two and alone.
Forty-two and feeling like a teenager: insecure and wanting.
Forty-two and the last things to pleasure me were toys and sadly, craving a deep fucking, a very lengthy cucumber.
Forty-two and I had not been with a man intimately in over five years...not since my husband Alan died in a car accident (yes, I dated a few men, some even good guys, but I always compared them to my deceased husband and always felt I was betraying his memory by bringing a man home to meet my children or sleeping with them).
Forty-two and lost. In retrospect, I was the poster woman for stay-at-home moms. I was heavily involved with my children's lives and in many ways lived vicariously through them (especially after Alan passed). I was a chauffeur, I was a cook, I was a party planner, I was a shoulder to cry on, I was a parent volunteer and I eventually was PTA Chair. So when all those duties, all those roles disappeared, I really didn't know what to do. My life was my children and now that my life was my own I had no idea what to do.
Forty-two and broke. The money from Alan's life insurance policy kept us ok for awhile, the house is paid for and so forth, but the extra money was gone and I needed a job, something I had never had before (Alan believed in being the man of the house and I the stay at home housewife).
Forty-two and qualified to do everything and nothing.
Forty-two...
.....
What I learned after a month of job searching was I was qualified for absolutely nothing. Apparently over twenty years of raising children did not count as experience on a resume and even though I had planned a plethora of big events (graduation, family carnivals and an abundance of fundraisers), the job market didn't care. Although I had many transferable skills, prospective employers didn't see parenting as equivalent to, as they called it, 'real life' experience.
By the time of my monthly girl's night out arrived, I was frustrated and more than a little stressed.
As we drank wine at a candle party, I whined about all my unemployment problems finishing with, "And in conclusion it seems I am unemployable. Too old to be worth training and way too young to be thinking pension...I am only forty-two for Christ sake."
Bella, A friend of a friend, and the youngest and newest addition to our group, said, "Not sure you are interested, but our firm is hiring a temporary secretary, as Carolyn is going on maternity leave."
"Really?" I asked, feeling a glimmer of hope.
"I can put in a good word for you," she added.
"Please do," I said, excited about the opportunity.
"I can even give you tips on what to wear," she added, "Mr. Jackson is very particular." Her tone playful yet for some reason seemingly ominous.
"How so?" I asked,
"He is a leg man," Bella explained, squeezing my leg. "So dress professional, yet sexy professional."
"Sexy professional?" I questioned.
"Yes, always wear a skirt, and always wear nylons," she explained, before adding, "sexy, but professional."
"Oh," was all I said as I wondered what I had that would be both sexy and professional.
.....
Two weeks later, I had an interview and I dressed to impress. I bought an outfit almost indescribable: a black blazer blouse. I didn't know such a thing existed, but it was definitely sexy and yet oddly professional. A matching black skirt, and black heels tailored the look perfectly.
<img src="/images/illustratedstories/2012/2012_10/silkstockingslover_stocking-tales-office-submission02.jpg" height="283" width="424" align="left" />To finish the look I did what I always did, ever since I met my husband, I dressed sexy underneath my conservative attire. Whether it be a PTA meeting, supervising a dance, out for supper, or just hosting friends, I would wear a sexy bra and thigh high stockings and nothing else. I loved the thrill of going commando, of no one knowing my sexy secret, no one knowing that underneath the conservative dress, the safe make-up and sweet smile, was a slutty woman who had been utterly obedient and submissive sexually to her husband. And even after his death, I continued to go about sans underwear, except when Aunt Ruby paid her monthly visit and all my bras were bought at an expensive lingerie shop. Lastly, I didn't even own a pair of pantyhose and hadn't in years, decades even, only wearing thigh high stockings for, as Alan called it, 'easy access to my cunt'. He insisted on calling my special place a cunt and not the less nasty pussy or the politically correct vagina...it was always a cunt. A shiver went up my spine as I fondly recalled my many naughty submissive encounters with Alan.
So underneath my sexy, unique and professional outfit, I went commando as usual, wore matching black thigh highs and a fun, sexy, naughty black bra.
I wore my brown hair up and my make-up hid the few facial blemishes that come with age. Attempting for the typical secretary look I had my glasses on, even though I usually wear contacts.
Truth be told for forty-two, I am still in great shape and get my fair amount of looks and second looks from boys and men. Looking in the mirror, I decided I had perfectly perfected the sexy, but professional look.
.....
I arrived early as interview edict dictates and waited forty minutes, twenty-five past the scheduled interview time, also seemingly part of standard interview expectations based on my past month experience.
Finally, the secretary, who was so big I thought she might go into labor at any second, announced, "Mr. Jackson will see you now."
"Thank you," I replied, standing up and preparing myself for another potential rejection.
Building my confidence, the one that was strong and never wavered when I was PTA chair or running any number of complex events; the confidence that had slowly faltered rejection after rejection.
<img src="/images/illustratedstories/2012/2012_10/silkstockingslover_stocking-tales-office-submission03.jpg" height="392" width="262" align="right" />"Please take a seat," he offered, offering the chair across from his desk.
I froze in my tracks. His strong, husky, I am in control voice was eerily similar to my deceased husband.
Suddenly rattled, I stammered, "T-t-thank you, Mr. Jackson," and took my seat, crossing my legs. I noticed also, unlike other potential employers, he made no effort to get up and greet me. Again, like my deceased husband, it was clear who was in charge.
I should have known where this may be leading by his first words, but I was so caught up in making a good impression and slightly distracted by just how much he reminded me of Alan, I had trouble focusing.
"So, Amanda," he opened, also the first to use my first name in an interview, "Bella was dead on, you are the complete package."
I caught on instantly this was a compliment and I just as instantly understood that flirtation would be an effective strategy. I replied, demurely, trying to match the sexy, yet professional, ensemble, "Well, thank you. You seem to have the complete package too."
As soon as I said it I wished I could take it back, the sexual innuendo so obvious that I now looked like a slut using my sexual wiles to get the job, but a few things had me rattled and not thinking straight. Besides his strong, powerful voice and his clearly in charge demeanor, he was a sexy older man and I have always had a thing for sexy older men. Alan had been nine years older than me and I pegged Mr. Jackson to have about the same extra life experience as Alan had on me.
He had no reaction at all to my comment. He asked, "So I see you have no actual business experience."
I noticed his eyes continually glance towards my stocking-clad legs and I knew I could use my sexuality to my advantage: sexy, not slutty, flirty not obvious. I defended, "No I don't as a secretary but as PTA chair for three years I ran huge events and...."
"Stop there, Amanda," he interrupted, "Based on your volunteer work, I think you are more than experienced enough to handle the menial tasks of the job."
A sigh of relief warmed me at the thought of being judged based on my extensive volunteer work and not my choice to not get a 9 to 5 job. "Thank you, Mr. Jackson."
<img src="/images/illustratedstories/2012/2012_10/silkstockingslover_stocking-tales-office-submission04.jpg" height="464" width="310" align="right" />"It is the intensity of the job that may be an issue," he stated, my brief bubble of hope already about to burst.
I noticed his constant glimpses at my heels and wondered if he was a foot guy like my husband had been. I decided to test my theory, my dangling my heel from my toes of the foot that was crossed over the other.
As expected, his gaze went to the tangling heel as I asked, "Intensity?"
"Yes, my secretary is on call twenty-four, seven, seven days a week," he informed me, returning his gaze to my eyes.
"Oh my," I said, surprised by the full scope of the job.
Another look at my dangling heel, he continued, "I travel a lot and I need someone who has the flexibility to be able to travel a lot and often with almost no warning."
Again the scope was extreme, but I thought to myself that I had no current life or weekly expectations, and I loved traveling, and had not left the state since Alan passed, except for checking out Berkeley with Ellie. Allowing my heel to hit the floor I answered, "Well, I do love to travel."
It was obvious this time that he was checking my stocking-clad foot. He asked, still looking down, "And the on call aspect?"
<img src="/images/illustratedstories/2012/2012_10/silkstockingslover_stocking-tales-office-submission05.jpg" height="464" width="310" align="left" />I reached down for my heel, but stopped as he ordered, "Leave it there, Amanda."
I could sense the shift in the interview, as I obeyed sitting back on the chair. "Well, the kids are gone, so I really have no commitments."
His eyes finally returned to me. "And you are widowed, correct?"
"Yes," I admitted, before adding, "Five years now."
No fake condolences, like I usually received, as he pushed further. My uncovered toes clearly a distraction to him. "You will answer your cell phone no matter the time of day or night," he explained, his tone no nonsense.
<img src="/images/illustratedstories/2012/2012_10/silkstockingslover_stocking-tales-office-submission06.jpg" height="424" width="283" align="left" />Realizing the flavor of the interview had changed, I answered, now more flirty than professional, "That goes without saying."
He asked, eyebrow raised, "Are you sure you can handle this? Many have quit due to the overbearing workload."
Staring at him, I slowly uncrossed my legs. If he was looking closely he would notice that I was not wearing panties. After a brief delay, I readjusted, crossing my legs the other way. What should have taken two or three seconds, took fifteen or twenty as I attempted to imply my desire through my actions, my teasing. I replied, allowing my other heel to dangle, a mixture of sweetness, seductiveness and confidence, "I am capable of almost anything. I am a very determined woman who always gets the job done, no matter what it takes."
<img src="/images/illustratedstories/2012/2012_10/silkstockingslover_stocking-tales-office-submission07.jpg" height="432" width="288" align="right" />I knew I was speaking in double-entendres, as I was both flirty and serious at the same time. Was I offering sex at the time? No. But was the thought of him fucking me in the back of my mind? Yes. He was just so much like my husband in voice, attitude and demeanor. And five years without having my needs met with a real man added to the hunger and lack of dignity that I was already feeling.
He had watched the entire simple act of crossing my legs like it was a slow motion action scene in a movie.
He finally replied, a delayed response to be sure, the first tone of something other than business in his tone, "Anything, is a pretty dangerous word."
<img src="/images/illustratedstories/2012/2012_10/silkstockingslover_stocking-tales-office-submission08.jpg" height="432" width="288" align="left" />Allowing my second heel to hit the floor, clearly on purpose, I replied, my tone no longer hiding my growing hunger. "Well, it is a very dangerous world."
His gaze never left my stocking-clad feet as he stood up. He didn't move towards me, just stood above me I assume implying who was in charge.
I could feel wetness starting to form down below at the thought of submission to him, my hunger to regain that clear Dom-submissive relationship I once had. I felt a desire to rekindle a sex life that had long flamed out, from the grief of the death of my husband, and the fear of bringing another man into my children's life.
Finally he spoke. "My secretary must not only be twenty-four seven, seven days a week, they must also be a full-service secretary."
Maybe I can have my cake and eat it too I thought to myself. I looked up coyly, my voice dripping with implication, "And what does a full-service secretary entail?" The answer obvious, the question technically rhetorical.
<img src="/images/illustratedstories/2012/2012_10/silkstockingslover_stocking-tales-office-submission09.jpg" height="296" width="197" align="right" />Ignoring my question, he asked one instead. "You have kids correct?"
"Yes," I answered, surprised by the 180 degree turn, before adding, "but they are both far, far away."
"I hate to be blunt but after what happened with Carolyn I need to know," he started.
I vaguely recalled that Carolyn was his current very pregnant secretary and clarity came crystal clear. He had knocked up his, much younger and fertile, 'full-time secretary.' He was implying if I took the job he was planning on fucking me regularly. My cunt leaked more.
My answer, I assumed, sealed our upcoming relationship. "I had my tubes tied a couple years after the birth of my second child," I revealed, before adding after a lengthy pause, "sir."
The slightest glimmer of a smile flickered across his lips. After a lengthy pause, where time seemed to stop completely, he finally spoke. Ironically, as he sat back down, he ordered firmly,"Stand up."
I didn't hesitate, knowing from experience the true meaning of obedience. I obeyed without protest, without hesitation. Only through utter, complete submission can a true Domme-submissive relationship work. A true submissive gives up all control of their life to their Domme, their Master. I had done that with my late husband.
"Good," his one word approval allowed the long dormant flame below to start to burn. "But be warned I expect obedience and I punish any lack of it," he stressed his eyes boring through me, seeing my need to submit.
"I understand," I whispered, nervous and yet full of anticipation.
<img src="/images/illustratedstories/2012/2012_10/silkstockingslover_stocking-tales-office-submission10.jpg" height="508" width="288" align="right" />"Take your skirt off," he instructed, watching my every move and reacting only with his eyes.
I again obeyed, unzipping the skirt and allowing it to drop revealing so many secrets in one quick second.
I saw a look of surprise on his face; clearly he wasn't expecting the fact that I was not wearing any panties.
My face felt a little red being put in such a compromising position with a relative stranger, yet deep down it just felt right.
"Do you usually go without underwear?" he finally asked.
"Yes, sir," I admitted, again responding submissively. "I haven't worn underwear since college, except of course."
"Yes, of course," he replied, a real smile crossing his face for the first time. "And the thigh highs?" he asked.
"They make me feel sexy, my deceased husband loved them and," I paused, my turn to take brief control, "he liked the, as he called it, easy access to my cunt."
<img src="/images/illustratedstories/2012/2012_10/silkstockingslover_stocking-tales-office-submission11.jpg" height="408" width="272" align="right" />"Hmmmm," he said, if a sound can be considered saying.
Finally, he ordered, "Unbutton your blouse."
"Yes, sir," I obeyed, slowly, seductively, my eyes never leaving his. Button by button my thrill to obey making me wetter and wetter.
He watched intently, no facial expression giving away whether he was excited or bored by my slow striptease.
My last button undone, I smiled just enough to show my excitement that I eagerly wanted more instructions. I waited further instruction as I knew not to make presumptions that he wanted my blouse off. He would decide when I did, not me.
"You understand, of course, that I need to make sure you are a good fit to be a," he paused and used humour for the first time, "member of my staff."
My smile provocative, my tone sexy, and my posture revealing, I answered, "What do I need to do to," I paused for effect, my hand moving close to my wet cunt, "prove my worthiness?"
"You will, of course, stay with me when we travel," he explained all business, again not answering my flirty answer.
"Of course, it would save on travel costs," I agreed, pointing out a sound logical reason for sharing a room.
"And you understand at meetings you may have to do more than just dictation," he continued, giving me every opportunity to back out.
I wondered if he meant I would have to please other men to seal a deal of sorts or if I would be his quickie sexual relief during long negotiations. I briefly reflected on my biggest regret that was not having made my biggest fantasy come true, to be gangbanged. Maybe he could make it come true. Regardless of his intent, I answered as expected, "I am capable of and experienced in all sorts of dick-taking."
My declaration finally convincing and as blunt as possible, he said, "I think you will be an excellent addition to our firm. But first let's see if you and I have a similar definition of dictation."
"What do you have in mind?" I asked, my smile devious, my intent obvious, my cunt burning and my mind spinning.
"Fall to your knees and crawl to me," he ordered.
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"Yes sir," I obeyed, gracefully falling to my knees and slowly, hopefully sexily, crawling submissively on my hands and knees to him.
Once at his feet, he looked down at me and asked, "Are you sure you are ready for this?"
I didn't know if he meant the job or the blow job, but the answer was the same either way. Not remotely hiding my hunger to submit unconditionally, I moaned, my insatiable hunger to obey, to please, "Oh God, yes."
"Ready for your first dictation?" he asked, unbuckling his belt.
I hoped sucking cock was like riding a bike, even after not doing it for a long time you don't ever completely lose the ability. Alan loved having his cock sucked more than fucking and thus I usually received at least one daily dose of cum, often more. Yet, I hadn't sucked cock or swallowed a sweet load of jizz in over five years and my appetite was ferocious. Although I didn't miss it when I went without, the potential load waiting to be deposited in me had me craving cum like I used to.
"Ready and willing," I replied, eager to see his cock, praying it was as impressive as I was already imagining in my head. I watched intently and seeing my eagerness, he took his time.
Finally, he pulled out his fully erect and ready to go cock out of his pants. I stared hungrily at it. It was not super big, seven inches, two inches smaller than Alan's was, yet it was the thickest cock I had ever seen. My mouth literally watered in eager anticipation of what I was about to do.
"By the look in your eyes and your open mouth, I assume you approve of the tool you will be using regularly for dictation?" he smugly smiled, his cock an erect missile ready for launch.
"It is very impressive, indeed," I replied, resisting the temptation to reach for it and feel it's warmth. "I think I have the perfect thing for it," I added.
"What would that be?" he questioned.
"My mouth sir," I replied, eagerly.
"What about your cunt?" he questioned.
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"That is available too," I smiled demurely, making it clear I was completely at his sexual disposal.
"And your ass?" he added. "Is your sweet ass at my disposal too?"
I hadn't been ass fucked in years, long before Alan's death, and although I didn't love it and it never got me off, the feeling of utter submission, giving your body freely and entirely to a man was exhilarating. Again, I responded as any obedient submissive would, "Yes, sir, my tight ass is at your disposal too."
A soft chuckle left his lips. "Let's start with those sexy cock-sucking lips."
Taking that as an order, I lifted myself up a bit, legs leaned forward and took his big thick cock in my mouth. I started slow, continually looking up at him, worshipping his cock. I used my tongue to swirl around his wide mushroom top before deep- throating his beautiful cock. His manly sweat, tangy and salty, only added fuel to the fire as I drowned in the aroma of a man. I was like a woman lost in a desert near death after being in the pounding heat for an eternity and finally seeing water; I was famished after my own eternity of thirst and I was going to fill myself up.
His moans of approval also enhanced my desire to please and after a few minutes of steady slow burn teasing, I went for the sexual jugular. Using a technique I perfected after many years of swallowing load after load of Alan's addictive sweet stuff, I had him getting animated.
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"That's it Amanda, keep sucking like a good little slut," he moaned.
I obeyed, creating a whirlpool of saliva in my mouth, a sensation I knew from experience usually led to a quick trigger from the man.
"I'm going to come, my slut, swallow every last drop. Don't you dare waste any of my cum," he warned.
I bobbed up and down, back and forth like a porn star until he inevitable grunted; followed instantly by the splash of his cum hitting the back of my throat. I continued the furious pace as a second and third stream sprayed in my mouth. I swallowed every drop as expected and as I so desperately craved. I knew the moment his salty seed entered my mouth I was hooked and would, as I had already promised, do anything and everything he asked. Job or no job, I was his; if he would take me.
I slowed down, but didn't stop, for a couple more minutes, as I felt his cock slowly shrink in my mouth.
Finally, he ordered, "Well, you passed the first test."
"Thank you, sir," I replied, still on my knees subserviently at his feet, looking forward to the second test.
"I need time to recover before we go to test two," he announced, before instructing me, "go crawl to the front of my desk and wait for further instructions."
Although slightly humiliated, by being treated like a dog, I obeyed, crawling around his desk and sitting, half naked on the floor. The humiliation though only seemed to enhance the awakening of my long dormant arousal.
A couple of minutes later, as my mind pondered the full breadth of the situation I had just agreed to, and the act I had just committed, I heard him on the phone. "Yes, add a second first class ticket for tomorrow's flight."
I listened intently, was he booking me a ticket and if so where? Wasn't that a little presumptuous considering he hadn't officially hired me nor did he confirm my availability. Yet, in retrospect I had already confirmed my availability earlier in the interview.
My first question was answered by his next words. "Put the ticket under the name Amanda Winston."
Apparently I was going on a trip. Tomorrow.
<img src="/images/illustratedstories/2012/2012_10/silkstockingslover_stocking-tales-office-submission15.jpg" height="440" width="293" align="left" />"Yes, have the car here to pick us up by four-thirty," he confirmed before hanging up.
A few more minutes ticked by as the only sound was the sound of his fingers pecking away at his keyboard. My pussy burned with anticipation that seemed a long time away as I sat obediently on the floor.
Finally, he spoke but not me. "Carolyn, please bring in the Elderton file."
"Of course, Mr. Jackson," the secretary relied over the intercom.
Suddenly, I was mortified. It was one thing to submit to a man, or even men potentially as was foreshadowed by his earlier admissions, but being seen on the floor in such a condition was utterly humiliating.
Time seemed to stand still as I waited for the humiliation that was about to follow. Although Alan would take me out in very revealing outfits, have me blow him under the table at a restaurant on a few occasions and even fucked me in the private balcony at Phantom of the Opera, where I was leaning over the balcony, all the patrons oblivious to the pounding I was taking, I had never been publicly humiliated like I was about to me (except the time we were in Florida on our honeymoon; after coming on my face in the car, he made me go into 7-11 with my face coated in cum and get him a Slurpee. That humiliation had me so hot, that as soon as we got to the hotel, I devoured him whole).
The inevitable finally happened when the very pretty, much younger than me and incredibly pregnant Carolyn came into the office. As she walked in, she looked down at me on the floor and smiled.
"I see she has passed the first test?" Carolyn said, casually like she was talking about the weather.
"Yes, she is a very good cocksucker, you could probably learn a thing or two from her," he replied, his tone flat.
The pregnant woman looked down at me with daggers even as I felt the thrill of his words.
"Is there anything else, sir?" she asked.
"Not now," he said.
I watched her walk away and as she reached the door, she turned back to me one last time with a glare that told me we were not friends and she was threatened by me, which made me smile. I liked being a threat sexually.
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Another fifteen minutes went by as he sat at his computer, and he chatted briefly on the phone.
Finally, my cunt begging for attention, my mind having an eternity for me to replay the day and ponder if I should get up and leave before I fell deep into a web of sexual submission, he stood up and ordered, "Stand up, Amanda."
I stood eagerly, thankful to be off the floor and hopeful for a good fucking which I longed for. The thought of my long neglected pussy being spread open by his thick cock had me in a dizzy.
<img src="/images/illustratedstories/2012/2012_10/silkstockingslover_stocking-tales-office-submission17.jpg" height="218" width="328" align="right" />"Bend over my desk, Amanda."
I again wordlessly obeyed, anticipation of being fucked from behind, my favorite submissive position. I was surprised by how cold the desk was and was thankful I was still kind of wearing clothing.
"You have been a very bad girl, Amanda," he said, his hand caressing my ass.
"Sorry sir," I replied coyly, "I don't know what got into me."
"Oh, I know what you want inside of you, but I am not sure you have earned that privilege," he said and before I had time to react I felt the cold hard smack of his hand meeting my ass. I let out a surprised yelp, not remotely expecting to be spanked.
<img src="/images/illustratedstories/2012/2012_10/silkstockingslover_stocking-tales-office-submission18.jpg" height="424" width="283" align="right" />Humiliation seared through me as my pussy instantly leaked at the firm hard slap. "Do you promise to obey at all times, Amanda?"
"Yes, sir," I quickly answered, trying to ignore the burn on my ass.
A second smack echoed through his office as his hand made contact with my other ass cheek.
"I expect complete obedience, no questions ask, no hesitation at all, is that understood?"
"Yes, sir," I replied, the burn on my ass a crazy mixture of pleasure and pain.
"Stand up and take off your blouse," he ordered, backing up a bit to watch me.
I turned around to face him. My hands trembled with what I assumed was perceived as nervousness, but truthfully was excitement; I had a growing lust and a desperation to please him unconditionally.
I took my blouse off and tossed it on the floor, standing now in only my bra.
He surveyed my body in silence. "You have kept your body in great shape Amanda."
"Thank you," I replied, before explaining, "I work out every morning." Getting a compliment from a stern man like Mr. Jackson was the ultimate form of flattery and I couldn't help but feel a glow warm my cheeks.
"Keep it up, I expect my employees to stay in great shape," he instructed.
"Of course, sir," I agreed.
<img src="/images/illustratedstories/2012/2012_10/silkstockingslover_stocking-tales-office-submission19.jpg" height="424" width="283" align="left" />Content with my answer he ordered, "And now the bra."
I again obeyed; freeing my breasts and my body from the last piece of clothing that protected me from complete vulnerability. Releasing my breasts, which I always wished were a size bigger, always made me self-conscious.
"Pose for me," he ordered.
Although awkward and unsure what to do, I put my hand behind my head while leaning on the desk. Suddenly I felt insecure about my body posing in such a vulnerable position.
As if sensing my insecurity, he complimented me, "Amanda, you really are a beautiful woman."
"Thank you," I blushed, suddenly relaxed and thrilled by a compliment from a man that I assumed didn't give such moments of flattery often.
"Ready for the test two of our interview?" he asked.
I considering making a joke about this only being test two after the blue job, the sitting on the floor, the spanking and standing in front of him butt naked, but I refrained. Instead, I replied, "I am here to fulfill whatever need you currently have."
He began pulling off his pants as he ordered, "Bend over the desk, Amanda."
"Yes, sir," I a bit too eagerly replied, quickly turning back to his desk and returning to my helpless, completely at his whim, bent over position. My nipples against the cold desk instantly perked stiff as diamonds.
"You want me to fuck you, don't you?" he asked, as I felt his hands again on my ass.
There was no hesitation, no need to lie. "Yes, sir, I badly want you."
A quick slap on my ass. "Is that really the best you can do?" he asked, his tone implying disappointment.
Always being a people pleaser, I hated disappointing anyone. I quickly replied throwing out any last propriety I may have had left, "Yes sir, I am dying to feel that big thick cock of yours inside my hungry cunt."
"That's better," he said, his tone shifting instantly back to calm and in control.
I felt his cock head between my ass cheeks and briefly tightened instinctively thinking maybe he was considering fucking my ass. He noticed my slight tension and laughed, "We will save that for another day."
I let out my breath realizing I had been holding it. I have taken a cock in my ass before, often when Alan was still alive, but Mr. Jackson's girth had me terrified of the pain that would come with a back door pounding.
<img src="/images/illustratedstories/2012/2012_10/silkstockingslover_stocking-tales-office-submission20.jpg" height="240" width="368" align="right" />"Fuck your cunt is soaking wet," he accurately announced. "You really are a hungry slut, aren't you?"
A finger slid deep in me and I moaned in agreement. "Yes, sir, I want to be your hungry eager slut."
He knew how to play a woman. His finger found my g-spot and he tapped it softly. "Of course, you understand that besides being my full-service secretary, you are also under my sexual supervision."
"Kkkkkk," I moaned, completely unaware of what I was agreeing to and at this moment willing to agree to any fucking thing.
"You are so compliant. Such a good little slut. From now on you will only come with my permission, is that clear?" he explained and asked, his finger driving me crazy.
I again agreed, reverting back completely to the sexual control I was under for so many years. A control I had long since craved to have taken away from me again. Only through complete submission had I ever found complete orgasmic bliss. "Yes, Master," I replied, so immersed in the sexual submission that I used the term I had only used with Alan. I immediately tensed realizing my slip of the tongue.
He chuckled. A knowing chuckle. "Master, hey. You really are going to be a perfect replacement for that dumb bitch out there. She is hot indeed and a great fuck, but her lack of intelligence was a real hindrance in her training and her actual job. But you have been trained already, haven't you?"
A second finger slid into my cunt preparing me slowly for his width, and causing me to be completely distracted and utterly hanging on his every word. "Yes, my deceased husband trained me."
"Trained you to be what?" he asked.
I pondered the proper wording, yet answered as he wanted me, no expected me, too. "He trained me to be his sex slave."
"Mmmmmmm," he moaned. "And you want to be my sex slave do you?"
He pulled his amazing fingers out of my wanton cunt and I moaned out of frustration, but answered out of obedience, "Yes, sir, I want to be your sex slave, your slut."
"Sir, not Master," he asked, his tone playful, yet firm.
"Whatever you want me to call you, Sir, Master, Dom, Daddy," I replied covering my bases, plus adding my own kink with the word 'Daddy'.
"Daddy?" he chuckled, before asking, "Does Amanda have Daddy issues?"
I didn't answer at first, before adding, "I don't know. I just love older men who know how to please a woman."
"I am not that much older than you," he chuckled, before returning to his authoritative personality. "When we are alone it is Master and when in public sir," he clarified, his cock again poking my ass cheeks.
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"Understood, Master, I am yours to use as you see fiiiiiiiiiit," I replied, giving myself completely and moaning loud as his wide cock slid inside my cunt in one hard forward thrust.
My body quivered with euphoria as every feeling of sexual submission came flooding back with a rush.
"Fuck, your cunt is tight for such a slut," he grunted, his cock lodged deep in me and not moving.
I whimpered, wanting him to fuck me hard and fast, wanting to appease him, "It's your cunt, Master."
"And you want to feel my cum coat your cunt walls?" he asked, beginning to slowly move in and out of me.
"Come wherever you want Master. Come in my cunt, on my ass, on my tits, on my face or l," I thought, adding another idea based on the thought that he had a foot fetish, "on my stocking-clad feet."
"Fuck, you are going to be a good slave," he grunted, I sensed him smiling. He was now thrusting into me hard and deep, his body colliding into mine with each forward thrust.
My moans increased exponentially as the fucking became harder and more furious. Minutes flew by as he pounded away in me, my orgasm bubbling at the surface, desperate to explode, but waiting for permission.
My whimpers, moans and heavy breathing were echoing in the room, and I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold back. Finally, I begged, "May I come, Maaaaster?"
"My slut thinks she deserves to come?" he asked, not slowing down.
"I will do anything?" I moaned, my arms being held behind my back firmly.
"Anything?" he questioned.
"Yeeeeeees, anything," I moaned.
"I will allow your undeserving cunt to come if you submit to Bella for a day next weekend," he revealed.
His response was so out of nowhere; I didn't know how to respond. Bella had never been more than an acquaintance and had never even implied she was a dyke. Even through all my experiences as a submissive, I had never been with another woman.
He laughed, clearly able to read me so well. "You have never been with a woman have you?"
"No, sir, I mean Master," I admitted.
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"Well, that is going to change," he foreshadowed. "You will eat cunt for me, won't you slave?"
Although hard to fathom being with another woman, I was so hungry to obey, to please and to come I didn't care about the future consequences or expectations. I agreed, "Of course, Master, if it pleases you."
"So what will it be?" he asked, no longer fucking me hard, but leisurely moving in and out of my fiery cunt.
Although the thought of submitting to Bella was shocking, suddenly I could envision it clearly and I was so far gone, so desperate to come, so eager to obey, that my answer revealed a new side of me. "Yes, Master, I will be Bella's slut for you." I added the 'for you' to highlight that I was doing it for him.
"You can come when I count down to one," he announced, resuming fucking me recklessly, my body instantly starting to quiver.
"Thank you, Master," I moaned, excitedly.
"Ten," he began, adding a firm warning and establishing a clear Domme-submissive relationship, "when you come on my cock you become my property."
"Yes, Master, own meeee," I agreed without hesitation as he let go off my arms and I grabbed the edge of the desk for support, my orgasm on the brink and knowing I would have to do everything in my power to resist the growing tide of pleasure rising inside me from crashing down before the countdown hits one.
"Nine," he said, pulling my hair roughly. "Aaaaah," I screamed, surprised and turned on by the roughness.
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"Eight, tell me what you are," he ordered.
"Your slut, your slave, your fuckatary," I declared, happy with my wit, thinking this was the longest countdown in the history of time.
"Seven, six, five," he quickly counted down, as if reading my desperation and my struggle to hold off from coming prematurely.
"Four, I'm going to want to fuck your back door," he rhymed.
I let out a moan-laugh and agreed, even though I couldn't fathom how his thick cock would ever fit, "My ass is yours toooooo, Master."
"Three, don't you dare come yet, you fucking slut, don't you dare," he demanded.
Although I knew I shouldn't say such a thing, I mumbled, "I can't hold off much looooooonger."
"No backtalk, slut," he roared slapping my ass hard as punishment, before adding, "Two, who owns you?"
Almost hysterical now, I babbled, barely holding in the inevitable explosion. "You do, you do, you dooooo."
"One, my slut, so fucking close aren't you?" he teased, keeping me on the brink clearly reveling in the power he had over me.
<img src="/images/illustratedstories/2012/2012_10/silkstockingslover_stocking-tales-office-submission24.jpg" height="277" width="432" align="left" />"Soooooooooo close, Maaaaaaster," I moaned, using every ounce of my determination to resist coming before the words are said.
"Now, slut, come now, come for your Master, come like you have never came before!" he demanded, pounding me so hard the desk moved.
The word given, permission granted, the invisible barrier broken, the greatest orgasm of my life, greater than any from my late husband, exploded through every pore of my body, sending fireworks to every sensory nerve. I screamed loud enough for anyone on the floor to know exactly what was happening, "Fuuuuuuuuck, yeeeeeeeeeees, Maaaasaaaaster, thank yooooooou," I bellowed.
He held my hips tight, his cock lodged deep inside my pulsating cunt, trembling like a never-ending earthquake. I babbled like a high schooler having her first orgasm. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, fuck, fuck, oh, oh, god."
I don't know how long I lay there, but time stood still as it was one of those rare moments where pure sexual perfection had been achieved.
Sadly, all great things need to end and my orgasm slowly simmered, and my new Master's perfect cock slipped out of me.
He ordered, "Sit on the desk."
My legs rubber, my body exhausted and my orgasm still coursing through me, I slowly stood up and hiked myself up onto his desk.
<img src="/images/illustratedstories/2012/2012_10/silkstockingslover_stocking-tales-office-submission25.jpg" height="456" width="304" align="right" />"I think I will take you up on that foot idea," he smiled, his voice more playful than the rest of our encounter.
Alan loved getting nylon-clad foot jobs, so I had become very flexible and coordinated with my feet. "Of course, Master," I obeyed, my pussy still having light quivers.
I put my stocking-clad feet on both sides of his thick fully erect, slightly shiny with my cum, cock and began slowly using one foot to rub up and down his cock. He moaned on contact; I continued the slow, smooth up and down stroking. I teased him at first, going slow, and using my toes to tease his big mushroom top. After a couple of minutes of the teasing, I added my second foot, my legs bent leaving my still leaking cunt spread wide open, I began moving my feet up and down, giving him a steady stocking foot job.
After a couple more minutes of slow up and down foot stroking, he demanded, clearly enjoying the foot job, "Faster slut, foot fuck me faster."
I obeyed, moving my legs up and down as fast as I could. I watched his face and knew he had to be close.
I was right as he grabbed my feet and began foot-fucking my stocking-clad feet furiously. I wanted to touch my cunt, already thinking about multiple orgasms, but refrained since I didn`t have permission and instead watched him fuck my feet. After a couple of minutes, he grunted and sprayed his cum all over my nylon-covered toes.
<img src="/images/illustratedstories/2012/2012_10/silkstockingslover_stocking-tales-office-submission26.jpg" height="187" width="280" align="left" />Once spent, he let go of my feet and ordered, `You are not going to waste my cum are you?"
Although the instructions were vague, I understood what was expected. I lifted my left foot up and retrieved his cum from my stocking-clad foot. Trying to be sexy, under the bizarre circumstances, I used my tongue and lips, taking my time. I replicated the retrieval on my right foot as my Master put away his beautiful fuck stick.
Finally, he said, all business again, ignoring my utter nakedness on his desk. "We are flying to Paris tomorrow. Pack for a three day trip."
Thrilled with the idea of going to a place I never have been, I asked, "What should I bring?"
"Bring business attire for the day, slut attire for the evening," he replied, buckling his pants, before adding, "and bring anal lube, lots and lots of anal lube."
<img src="/images/illustratedstories/2012/2012_10/silkstockingslover_stocking-tales-office-submission27.jpg" height="384" width="256" align="right" />"Yes, Master," I replied, still on his desk, both excited to be his fucktoy and petrified of that wide snake trying to sodomize me.
"Be here at nine so Carolyn can train you for your secretary role. Have your bags with you as we will leave directly from the office," he instructed, returning to his desk.
"Yes, Master," I agreed, already excited about the abundance of possibilities that lie ahead.
"Good," he said, "now get the fuck out of here. I got work to do."
Such bluntness felt like a slap in the face, but I got off the desk, got dressed, slipped back into my heels and began to leave, praying he was going to say something to me. Reward me with praise for my obedience.
At the door, he said, "Amanda."
"Yes, Master," I asked, turning around, excited to hear what he had to say.
He laughed. I suddenly felt self-conscious. He explained, with a smile, "You may want to fix your blouse before you leave."
I looked down and realized in my hurry to dress I had missed a button and the whole shirt was buttoned incorrectly. I looked like someone dishevelled after a good hard fucking, which I guess was exactly what I should have looked like after having just had a good hard fucking. I quickly fixed it and being playful asked, "Is this better?"
"Much," he smiled, before adding, "Let her hair down, Amanda."
"Yes, Master," I obeyed, excited that he wanted to see me in a different light.
He looked at me for a few seconds, before saying, "Amanda, be sure to get the contract from Carolyn. Read it and sign it before you leave."
"Yes, Master," I said, disappointed by the lack of acknowledgement of my look with my hair down..
<img src="/images/illustratedstories/2012/2012_10/silkstockingslover_stocking-tales-office-submission28.jpg" height="448" width="299" align="left" />"And Amanda, welcome to the firm," he smiled, adding, "you will be a welcome addition."
"Thank you," I replied, smiling, suddenly feeling important, looking into his hazel eyes and he looking into mine.
The brief moment of intimacy ended, as he waved me away. "Now get the fuck out of here, before I want to fuck you again."
I almost said, 'fuck me again and again`, but refrained instead saying, "Good night, Master and thank you for the job opportunity."
"You are welcome, slave," he said, not looking up from his computer.
Being called slave had my cunt tingling again and I had to fight the urge to fall on my knees, crawl over to him and beg him to fuck me again. Instead, I walked out two hours from when I first arrived. Two hours and my life was forever changed.
As I closed the door, I jumped as I was face to face with Bella who was chatting with Carolyn, both of them staring at me knowingly.
Bella smiled, moving towards me with the eyes of a predator, and said, "Welcome to the firm."
"Yes, and just so you know, Bella and I share everything." Carolyn added, her smile deliciously naughty, foreshadowed a lesbian threesome.
THE END
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Jasmine** |
Starting Over Ch. 05 | 25,525 | 4.79 | 824,012 | [
"romance novella",
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] | *To all who have written me about this story. My original intention was to end it with this chapter and I have resolved this initial story line. I have had requests to continue it since people seem to find these characters enjoyable. I'll see if I can come up with some ideas on how to continue it. I can't say for sure. It took me about 4-5 months to get this story out because of the intrusion of real life. But I appreciate everyone who has taken the time to read, comment, and send me a message about this story.
Main Characters:
LTC (Retired) John Jackson, 5'11", 180, 45 years old.
Marie Jackson, John's dead wife, 5'8", 140, 44 years old.
Angelica Jackson, John and Marie's daughter, 5'5", 125, 19 years old.
Mary Bradford, bartender, 5'5", 120, 34 years old.
Margaret (Maggie) Bradford, Mary's sister, 5'6", 115, 36 years old.
Madeleine (Maddie) Bradford, Maggie's daughter, 6 years old.
Juliet Margolin, waitress, 5'4", 145, 24 years old.
Samantha (Sam) Walker, 5'6", 130 pounds, 39 years old.
Joyce Walker, Sam's daughter, 5'4", 120 pounds, 19 years old.
Marion Walker, Sam's daughter, 5'4", 115 pounds, 17 years old.
SFC (Retired) Craig Smithson, 6', 190, 46 years old.
Jeanne (aka Jasmine) Welch, 5'5", 110, 20 years old
Olivia, 5'4", 120 pounds, 20 years old, called Livy*
Previously:
We had just finished taking out a drug kingpin and his henchmen, who had kidnapped the daughter of the woman I had been dating. This was the weekend before Thanksgiving and I had originally been invited to the Bradford's for dinner.
Wednesday, 21 November 2012, Dennis' apartment.
I had visited Mary Bradford at the bar across the street. Maggie was still having problems with the fact that my run-in with some drug dealers from a couple of months before had led to her daughter being kidnapped the previous weekend. I got her daughter back, but she was still upset and refused to see me or take my calls. I left the bar shortly after that. So now it was the day before Thanksgiving and I had nothing to do and nothing planned except for a visit to Craig's for Thanksgiving dinner. My daughter, who was in college back east, was not going to come out for Thanksgiving. It was too long a trip for a short weekend. She was going to come for Christmas and we were going to ski.
The coverage of a major drug ring bust was all over the news, and the local police took credit for it. There was no mention of the group that Craig and I had put together to take them down. That was good -- very good.
I was trying to watch the ESPN coverage of the upcoming weekend football games and had had a couple of beers and a shot when I changed my mind. I decided to have a few at the strip club and see if Jeanne/Jasmine, Joyce, or Livy were working. At least I could wallow in female flesh and alcohol and spread my newfound wealth around to those who needed it. I went to my apartment and grabbed several hundreds on my way out.
I got there about 5pm and it was pretty empty. Everyone else was getting ready for the holiday weekend. But after a few minutes I saw Livy walk on stage to dance and Jasmine came out from the back. She was in that damn schoolgirl outfit again. Shit, that always put my libido on high alert. I had my first beer and a shot in front of me. She made her way between a few tables, stopping to work on earning a few bucks with a lap dance when she spotted me. She walked over and sat on my lap. I had just finished my shot.
"Hello, Mr. Jackson."
I shook my head and laughed. "Didn't I tell you to call me John? Weren't you calling me that the last time I saw you?"
She grinned. "Yeah, but I thought it might get you interested in spending some money on a good little schoolgirl." She gave me a mock pout.
"Okay, I'll take a lap dance, but not until Livy finishes. I want to see her dance." The waitress came by and I ordered another two shots and a beer.
Jasmine raised her eyebrows at that, but said nothing. She turned back to watch Livy. "Yeah, she's hot. She is still learning how to work the boys when she's trying to get lap dances, but her tits are just so good."
I laughed. "Yeah? You like them, too?"
She turned to me and leaned over to whisper in my ear. "Yeah, I want to suck them and play with them just like you do."
"You like girls, too?"
"I like anything and everything to do with sex." I squirmed and she gave me a very inviting look. "Mmmm. You like that idea, eh?" She wiggled her ass. On stage, Livy took off her top and was moving around in front of the few patrons who were there. "Look at those tits. She has great nipples. Can't you see me sucking on those nipples, making them hard and wet?"
I wiggled some more. "You are a mean tease."
She grinned. "That's what men come here for, to get teased."
I watched as the waitress set the drinks on the table. I then took another of the shots and chased it with some beer. "Not me. I just came to see some friends -- and get drunk."
She leaned back at this point and looked at me more seriously. "What are you doing for the weekend?"
"Nothing." I was starting to feel a little fuzzy, but I didn't care.
She stared at me. "I thought you had a girlfriend now?"
"Yeah, but we kind of had a falling out."
"Want to talk about it?"
"Not now." I took the second shot and a little chaser. "I just want to get drunk." The song stopped and Livy was on her last song and ready to take off her g-string. "And besides, right now I want to watch Livy finish her stripping. I want to see if her pussy is as nice as her tits. But you already know, right? How is it?"
Jasmine grinned, but looked at me with concern. "Perfect. She has a beautiful little pussy with a little arrow over it pointing to her slit and her little nubbin."
We watched as she took it off and danced around, giving glimpses of it to the patrons and getting as much cash as she could out of it.
When she finished, Jasmine stood up. "Now it's time for your table dance." She started dancing and I got the same king of dick rubbing that I got last time. She had just finished when Livy came out. She waved Livy over and when Livy got there she grinned sheepishly at me.
"Hi, Mr. Jackson."
I groaned. "Can't any of you call me John?" The alcohol was hitting me hard now.
Livy gave me a nasty grin. "Yes, sir. Whatever you want, sir." Her playfulness was obvious even through the fog of the alcohol and that just made me like her even more.
She sat next to me and Jasmine sat on the other side. I saw the waitress and ordered more shots. Jasmine frowned at me.
The waitress was back quickly and I held up the first one. "Here's to the two most beautiful scantily clad women I know."
They both smiled, but I could tell that they were not impressed. I was getting drunk too fast. That may have been the norm for some, but Jasmine knew I was not like that. Jasmine got up and left and I watched her nice bubble butt go. Then I turned to Livy. "So. How are you doing?" She looked at me funny. "What?"
"Why are you getting drunk so fast?"
I stared at her a little. "Doesn't matter. I just want to get drunk." I was a little surprised since they were allegedly around drugs and alcohol all the time.
I took the last shot and leaned back. I could tell this was going to be a doozy of a drunk, but at this point I didn't care.
I turned to say something to Livy and her form started swimming a little. Let's see. One shot and two beers at home, then 5 shots and two beers here, all on an empty stomach. Yep, it was going to be a doozy. Livy was staring at me.
"You're not going to last much longer."
I shrugged. "Whatever." At least that's what I thought I said. I wasn't really sure how I sounded at this point. Nor did I care.
Everything started getting fuzzy now. I had been so wiped out from the weekend and now I was getting way too drunk. I should have had something to eat. Oh, well, fuck 'em.
Jasmine came back and she and Livy said something and then they got me to my feet. This wasn't easy because everything felt like it was fuzzy and in slow motion. They dragged me into the back and I could just make out George in the darkness and my alcohol fog. I tried to say hello, but my mouth wasn't working too well. I suddenly realized that I was in a VIP room and they were putting me down on my back. Oh, that's nice. I could use a little nap. I remember lying there looking at the two scantily clad women and then nothing.
Thanksgiving, 22 November 2012, Dennis' apartment.
I slowly came awake in the darkness. I felt comfortable and I was sleeping on my back, which I don't do very much. It felt like I was in bed. I reached up behind my head and felt a nice pillow. I tried to look around but it was very dark. I then worked on trying to recollect my last conscious thoughts, but it was difficult. I sat up and turned to the side to get out of bed. Ouch! My head reminded me of my previous nights activities with a heavy throbbing. I got really drunk really fast, which is not hard when you're tired and haven't eaten much. I realized I was in my own bedroom. I had to go to the bathroom, so I walked in and emptied my bladder. I was wearing only my boxers from yesterday. Another puzzle to solve. I tried not to look in the mirror and I was glad that I had installed the adjustable light switches. I can't turn the lights on normally in the middle of the night if I want to be able to see for the next two minutes. The clock in the bathroom said 0300.
I finished and headed back to bed. I sat on the bed and turned to lie down. When I did, I put my arm out and it came in contact with a body on the other side. What the fuck? I leaned over and looked. I couldn't tell who it was in the dark, but the shape of the body as she lay on her side, was unmistakably feminine. I was still drunk and tired with no energy to try to figure out what was going on, so I just lay back down. I could find that out in the morning.
When I awoke later that morning, there was a little light coming in. It had to be getting to be around 7:30. The sun hadn't appeared yet, but the sky must be lightening up a little. I turned on my side and there was just enough light for me to determine that the woman in my bed was Livy. How did that happen? I thought about it. I must have passed out in the strip club and she helped get me home. I sat up and decided I needed my hangover refreshment. I always took some regular aspirin and a glass of Gatorade when I was hung over. I grabbed my robe and headed for the kitchen. When I got there, I noticed another bundle on my couch. I walked over and determined that it was Jeanne or Jasmine or whatever I was going to call her today. I went to the kitchen and got a drink. When I closed the refrigerator door, Jasmine stirred. I stood over her and waited for her to see me. When she did, she smiled.
"Good morning, Mr. Drunk."
I shrugged my shoulders. "Sorry about that."
"No problem. We didn't feel much like working last night anyway. There were more girls there to work than guys to watch. They let us off early."
"How did you guys get me up the stairs and into bed?"
She grinned. "George."
"Oh. Did you guys drive my car home, too?"
"Yep." She looked over my shoulder. "Did you wake Livy?"
"No, she's still sleeping."
"You should go in there and wake her with a little sex. She's got a crush on you and she's really horny."
I took a deep breath and let out a big sigh. "Unfortunately, I think I've fallen in love with this other woman and it would feel strange to have sex with somebody else. It's not really my style. You know me, Mister Conservative."
Jasmine grinned and looked at me carefully. "But you said you guys broke up?"
"I told you that? Well, she won't talk to me right now, but I'm going to keep trying."
Jasmine smiled. "That's fine. In the meantime, you need to help out a friend in need. Livy is horny as hell and even let me play with her a little last night. She's spurned my advances before, claiming that she didn't like girls. But last night, when we undressed you, she was paying close attention to your body and checked out your junk through your boxers. If you had gotten hard, you would have been awakened by a horny bitch riding you."
I grinned. I was horny as hell, angry at Maggie, and really did want to fuck Livy -- and Jasmine, too. I knew it was a little out of character for me but for once I wanted to be the bad boy. I wanted to be the one who had the outrageous story to tell. I wanted to be the one that fucked two women at once, both strippers. "Okay, let's go." Jasmine leaped from the couch and that's when I noticed she was wearing only a thong. "Nice." I looked her up and down.
"Thanks." She posed, sticking one hip out to the side and making sure her tits bounced.
I waved my hand nonchalantly. "I've seen all that stuff before." She grinned and stuck her tongue out at me. I grabbed her hand. "C'mon, cutie."
We went into the bedroom and Livy was still sleeping. Jasmine put her finger to her lips indicating to not make a sound and then parted my robe. She pushed my boxers down to my feet and I stepped out of them. My dick was hanging there. She knelt down and, while staring up at me, slowly licked me from my balls to the head of my cock. I started getting hard. Then she took me deep and started swallowing. Fuck! That was sensational. I really got hard then. She stood up. "Now you're ready."
I crawled into bed where Livy was lying on her back. I pulled the covers down slowly to see that she was braless, too. Her tits were probably a c-cup and her youth meant that they were still young, pert, and very firm. I leaned over and lightly licked her very pink left nipple. Nothing. I lightly sucked on it and her body twitched a little. Then I pushed the covers down the rest of the say to see that she was totally naked. I liked this. Her body was a little fuller than Jasmine's. She had more curves, hips and tits, and it made her look more womanly. I started to crawl between her legs but I hesitated. What the fuck was I doing? This was not me. There's no way I should be doing this while trying to get Maggie back. It was not a good decision.
I sat back on the edge of the bed and shook my head at Jasmine. "I can't. If I want to try to make a life with Maggie, there's no way I should be doing this."
Jasmine sighed and sat down next to me. "Too bad. Livy will be sad."
Suddenly, Livy sat up. She was a gorgeous young thing. "What's going on?"
Jasmine gave her a wan smile. "I tried to talk John into waking you up with a little sex, but he's committed to Maggie."
Livy crawled up behind meand hugged me. Her tits were up against my back and her nipples were poking me. "That's so sweet."
I groaned. "You two are not making it easy, you teases."
"Oh, no, don't lay this on us." Jasmine waggle her finger at me. "We're willing to have sex and now you are the tease." She reached over and ran her hand over my erection.
I stood up and grabbed my robe. "Sorry, ladies, but a man in love doesn't do this."
Livy sighed. "Do you have any younger brothers?"
I laughed. "Yes, but he's married."
"Too bad. I never meet any men like you."
"Well, look where you work."
She grinned. "Oh, yeah."
Jasmine put her hand on my arm. "Well, Livy and I are joining George and his wife for Thanksgiving dinner. Do you want me to finagle an invitation for you?"
"No, thanks. I already have an invitation to join a friend and his family at his house."
She stared at me. "Really?"
"Yes, that's the truth. I'm not just saying that. It's Craig, the guy who runs the investigation agency that I work for and for which I found you." I poked her in the ribs and she gave a ticklish squeal.
"Okay. Livy and I need to get going so that we can be there on time. Will we see you later?"
"You bet."
At that, the two of them got up, got dressed, and left. I showered, shaved, and cleaned up the place a little. I wasn't due at Craig's until noon. It was almost 11am and I was 30 minutes from heading out the door when the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Mr. Jackson, this is Marshall Bradford." It was Mary and Maggie's father.
"Happy Thanksgiving, Mr. Bradford. What can I do for you?" I tried to be nice since he had acted so well during the most recent crisis with Maddie's kidnapping.
"I know that Maggie has not returned your calls and cancelled your invitation to have dinner with us, but could you stop by for a few minutes around noon? I just want to discuss something with you."
Now what the hell did he want? "Sure, I can do that. What's this all about?"
"I'd like to discuss that in person, if you don't mind. Don't ring the bell. I'll keep an eye out and let you in the side door, where the glassed in portion of my office is."
"Okay, I'm on my way."
"Thank you, Mr. Jackson." He hung up.
I put the present that I had gotten for Maddie -- a large Pooh like the one I had that she loved so much -- in the car. Then I picked up the pie I had ordered to take to Craig's since I didn't feel like making one and was not very good at baking. I got to the Bradford's at precisely noon. I waited a couple of minutes and thought about what I had just done with the two youngsters. Fuck! That was so out of character for me. What the hell was I thinking? Now I felt extremely guilty as I headed toward the house where Maggie and Maddie lived. I got out and walked up to the side of the house where there was a small glassed in sitting area off of Mr. Bradford's office with Maddie's present in my hands. He was standing there waiting and immediately let me in.
"I'm sorry for the short notice, but I'm glad you could stop by." He put out his hand and we shook. His was cool and wet. "Oh, sorry. I was just holding my drink. Would you like something?" He pointed over to a small bar in his study with a few bottles of scotch on it. He was definitely different from before.
"No, thanks." He picked up his drink and I followed him into his study. I set the present down on a chair. He paid it no attention and took a sip of his drink which looked like scotch on the rocks. I looked around his study. It was just as I would have expected. The furniture and built-in bookshelves were all in dark cherry. The books were all leather and hard bound no paperbacks in sight.
"Mr. Jackson, I wanted to say two things to you today. First, I wanted to apologize for the way I behaved on Maggie's birthday and second, I wanted to thank you for saving my granddaughter." He pointed over toward the other side of the study that looked out into the backyard. Maddie and Maggie were there, along with Mary and some others. It was cloudy, but not raining, so they were playing in some big piles of leaves. We walked over toward his desk and I walked around behind it to see the backyard from there.
"I accept your apology and you are welcome for Maddie. I like that little girl a lot and it was due to my history that the kidnapping occurred."
He looked at me closely. "I also need to thank you for reminding me of what's important in life." I turned to look at him. "I had an epiphany that night when you were rescuing Maddie. I realized that I have been neglecting my family and these recent events and your response to them has forced me to review how I've been living. Since that day, I've done a lot of thinking and I am going to make some changes in my life. I realized that I was spending so much time worried about my business and making money that I was neglecting one of the most important things in life, my family." There was nothing to say to that so I just nodded. He pointed outside again. "Because of what we have all gone through I am going to immeidately change my interaction with my family and I wanted you to know since you were the catalyst for this. I'm going to welcome Mary back and I'm also going to drop some hints about you with Maggie. Who knows, maybe I can help wear her down. I like and respect you. You showed yourself to be a man of principles, which I seem to have forgotten about, and also one that has earned the respect of others. The way those individuals reacted to you showed me that you are an honest, straight forward individual."
"Thank you -- and I'm sure Mary will be overwhelmed. She has been working hard to get her life back on track and only wants your approval."
"Well, she's going to get more than that. I'll do whatever I can to help her get her education or whatever else she needs. She's a beautiful young girl and, though she made some major mistakes, seems to be doing exactly what you said before -- trying to turn her life around. She is, after all, my daughter." He turned towards me. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
I looked outside and took a deep breath. "No, nothing. I think I just need to give Maggie some time. Maybe in a couple of weeks she'll talk to me."
"If you want to mention it to your boss, I need someone to do personnel investigations of people we hire. Perhaps he might be interested."
"I'll discuss the business opportunity with Craig. I appreciate the thought."
Mr. Bradford nodded. "Well, call me at any time. As for Maggie, I think you would be her first good choice of all the men she's dated."
I looked at him and back outside. Everyone was gone. "Sorry to hear that about Maggie, except that I hope that it gives me an edge with her."
He gave me a small smile. "Yes, I hope so, too. I haven't had much association with military individuals. Are they all as idealistic and forthright as you?"
"Well, they represent society in most ways. They generally come from all walks of life and types and races. However, I would say that most of us have a shared ideal of wanting to do something important and purposeful for ourselves and the country. I also have to say that you see much fewer who come from a wealthier background."
He nodded. "Yes, I can understand that."
Before we could discuss that further, the door from the house to the study burst open and Maggie, Mary, and Maddie came bursting into the room, led, of course, by Maddie.
"Grandpa!" Maddie came rushing in and rushed to him to be picked up. It wasn't until she was in his arms that she spotted me standing over by the window slightly hidden behind a floor lamp. "Mr. Jackson!" She squirmed out of grandpa's arms quickly and he chuckled as she rushed to me.
"Hello, gorgeous." I picked her up in my arms and lifted her up over my head like I always did -- she squealed like she always did. Then I held her on my hip. I looked over to where Mary and Maggie were standing. Mary was smiling and Maggie was staring at me.
Mary looked at me. "What are you doing here John?"
Mr. Bradford spoke before I could answer by making good on one of his promises immediately. "Mary, come over here." She advanced toward him looking a little cowed. He reached down and took her hands in his. "Honey, I owe you an apology. You are my daughter and a beautiful person. I can see that you are trying to get your life pointed in the right direction. You will always be welcome in this house and I will help you in any way I can. If you need assistance to finish your education or get started in a new career, I'm there for you. Please forgive me."
Mary broke down and crushed her father with a hug as she cried on his shoulder. I even saw Mr. Bradford struggle to keep his emotions in check, which of course he would do. I looked back over at Maggie and she was smiling at her father and Mary.
Finally, Mary pulled back and wiped her eyes. "Thank you, daddy. I've missed you."
He cleared his throat. "Well, I've always been here, I just kept myself clammed up and was being an old fool. Can you forgive me?"
"Of course!" Mary then turned toward me and slowly walked over. She smiled at Maddie and then leaned up and kissed me on the lips. "And thank you, John. I have a feeling you had something to do with this."
"No, not really. Your father was just thanking me for saving Maddie again when he told me that he was going to make up with you."
She looked at me askance. "Okay, but thanks anyway."
She turned towards where Maggie had been and started speaking. "Maggie, don't...." Maggie was gone. She turned back toward me. "Sorry."
I shrugged my shoulders. "Don't worry about it. I wasn't expecting anything today anyway." I turned to Maddie who was patiently watching us while I held her. "But I do have a present for you."
Maddie grinned. "Me? What is it? Where is it? When can I have it?" She was practically jumping out of my arms.
I shushed her. "Slow down, slow down." I put her on the floor. "Look over in that big chair."
Maddie looked over in the chair and saw the huge box. She rushed to it. "Can I open it now, Mr. Jackson? Can I have it?" She looked over at me expectantly and smiled.
"Sure, you can."
Little kids have a knack for opening presents. She ripped the paper off the box and had it open in record time. She shrieked when she saw the big Pooh bear inside. "It's Pooh!" She reached in and yanked it out.
"That's the mate to the one that I have Maddie. You can come over and play any time you want, they would love to get together."
She looked at it closely. "This is the mommy, your's is the daddy, and I have the baby upstairs. It's just like the three bears story." She grinned and smiled at her astuteness and everyone else laughed.
I decided it was time to make my exit. "I should be going. I have an invitation to Thanksgiving dinner with my friend Craig and I'll be late if I don't hurry."
Mr. Bradford came over to me and clasped my hand in a firm handshake. "If you ever need anything just call. I can't say what will happen with Maggie, but you will always be welcome by the rest of the family." He held out his hand and I shook it.
Mary came over to me and gave me a big hug. "Thank you, John, for being a good friend." She pulled back and looked at me. "Happy Thanksgiving."
I turned to go, but the small fry of the group again attached herself to my legs. I turned to her and she put her arms up. I lifted her over my head and she gave me her patented squeal and then I hugged her. "Thank you for my Mommy Pooh, Mr. Jackson."
"You're very welcome." I put her down and she grabbed her Pooh and raced from the room. I walked to the door and let myself out. I walked down to my car and started to get in. As I did, I turned and looked up at the Bradford house. I caught just a glimpse of someone in one of the upstairs windows before they backed out of sight. I could only hope that Maggie was feeling something and would act on it soon.
I got in and drove to Craig's. We had a great Thanksgiving dinner and I enjoyed being with him and his family. The family was aware of our discomfort at discussing what had happened in Afghanistan, so even though the two of us were together in front of them, nobody even mentioned it.
Saturday, 24 November 2012, Dennis' apartment.
I woke slowly. I had had a very interesting and 'stimulating' Thanksgiving and then a relaxing Friday. I watched the college football games and did some reading. I also did some thinking about Maggie and Maddie. I really did want to be in their lives. I certainly couldn't be running around fucking 19 and 20 year old women when I was in love with and trying to win the trust of someone else. I had always wanted a threesome. What guy hasn't thought about that? But I'm glad I passed. I would have hated myself and felt very guilty around Maggie.This made me rethink what to do about Maggie. Was I going to approach her slowly and indirectly? Or would it be better to take the direct approach and make a frontal assault, so to speak.
I decided to let it sit for a couple of weeks and see how it went. I wanted her and her family to think about it and ruminate on the events surrounding the kidnapping and recovery of Maddie. Fortunately, I had my daughter's visit to look forward to and I needed to ramp up my workouts to stay in shape.
24 November to 15 December 2012
I used the small gym in the building we had, which was basically a converted storeroom, but it was enough with my bicycling to keep me moving. I worked out religiously during this period and did small jobs for Craig as a private investigator. I had the large bag of cash stashed and used it sparingly. All I had to do was to stay afloat and make sure my daughter had everything she needed.
16 December 2012
My daughter arrived mid-afternoon on the 16th. She was even more beautiful than when I last saw her. She had matured appreciably during her first semester at college. She seemed more assured and confident, even though she had inherited her mother's logical and pragmatic outlook and always seemed older than her age.
We had a nice dinner and were leaving on the 19th for a week of skiing. We had included Christmas since it was just the two of us. My siblings families had asked us to visit, but I wanted one Christmas with just my daughter before I started visiting all of them.
19 December 2012
We arrived at Stephen's Pass ski resort at about 4pm. It had been a pretty easy drive considering what it could have been if the snow had been falling fast. I had used my newfound largesse to rent a four wheel drive vehicle so we had plenty of traction and space just in case.
On the way we talked about what had been going on. My daughter wanted to know more about the night that I called her at 3am, but I put her off by saying that I was just lonely and missing her mother. She didn't ask about it again. I asked her about her boyfriend and she told me he was a lot like me. I turned to look at her and she smiled.
"You know what I mean. He's computer savvy but not a nerd. He likes to play sports and enjoys going to the movies and plays. He's majoring in civil engineering. He's 20 and he's a junior. Anything else you want to know?"
Well, since she put it that way -- no. Where did she get such a smart mouth?
19-25 December 2012
We had a wonderful ski trip and enjoyed almost all the trails. I'm not an expert skier, so I stay away from some of the more advanced slopes and anything with moguls.
Without her mother around, I began to feel closer and more connected to my daughter. I realized that during most of the time that her mother was alive, they had more in common and had communicated much more than she and I did. It felt different having her all to myself. We discussed all her interests, most of which I knew, but then she talked about selecting Art History as her major. She wanted to study abroad one semester, too, and asked about our monetary situation. I tried not to grin too hard as I thought about that stash in my apartment, but I told her that it was not a problem. She accepted it.
26 December 2012
We got back to my apartment about 4pm after a little more challenging drive on the way back. It had been snowing heavily in the mountains and it took us a while to get out of there. Once we got closer to sea level, it changed to rain and now it was just drizzling. I was unloading the rental vehicle when my neighbor Sam approached me.
"Hi, John."
"Hey, Sam, how are you? Merry Christmas."
She smiled. "Merry Christmas. I wanted to tell you that some woman came by a couple of times with a little girl. One time I was just getting home and she asked me if I knew where you were. I told her you went skiing and she left. Do you know who I'm talking about?"
"Yes, I know them. Thanks." It had to be Maggie and Maddie. I wonder what that was about. Maybe the slow and indirect approach was working.
"Okay. And thanks again for the present." I knew she was referring to the cash. "Do I want to know where it came from?"
"You probably already know right?"
She looked at me. "I heard about the breakup of the drug ring. I just assumed...."
I just smiled and shrugged my shoulders.
"Okay, well, see you later." She left and I kept hauling stuff in.
27 December 2012
I told my daughter more about Maggie and Maddie, but she already knew most of it. I finally confessed about the kidnapping and why Maggie didn't trust me anymore. My daughter stared at me for a while and was pretty pissed off that I did that without telling her I was putting myself in danger. After a while, she seemed to calm down and we were able to discuss it without acrimony. About 8pm that night I received a phone call.
"Hello?"
"John? This is Marshall Bradford."
"Merry Christmas, Mr. Bradford. What can I do for you?"
"I am having a New Year's Eve party and wanted to invite you to it."
I thought about it for a second. Did I really want to be there with Maggie? Of course I did. "Okay. I have my daughter with me; can I bring her, too?"
"Absolutely. We'd love to have you both. It's not really dinner. It's just drinks and as many hors d'oeuvres as you've ever seen." He chuckled. "Party starts at 8 and I'm really looking forward to seeing you again and meeting your daughter."
"Okay, we'll be there."
We hung up. This was like a different man from before. I guess he really was changing his life.
I told my daughter about the party and, as usually happens in these cases, we had to go shopping for a dress and new shoes. She said 'we' and I knew I had to go. So on Saturday, the 29th, I went, got dragged around for about three hours, and finally paid $350 for a dress and $200 for new shoes. I guess it could have been worse. One of the dresses we looked at was $1000.
My daughter and I discussed the situation with Maggie and she said I should just be honest and tell her I was in love with her. Women always think you should be honest, but I was a guy. I was hesitant to just open up and tell her like that until I had some indication that she wanted me, too. I decided to play it by ear.
31 December 2012 -- 1 January 2013
We arrived at the Bradford house at about 8:20. I didn't want to get there too early. As it was, the place was pretty well packed. Everyone must have arrived on time for once. Mr. Bradford let me in.
"Good to see you again, John." He turned to my daughter. "And as much as it pains me to say so, your daughter may be more beautiful than mine are." He grinned and I introduced them.
He told me that Maggie had not come down yet, but Maddie was running around somewhere. My daughter and I wandered around the crowd but we didn't really know anyone. Then we found Mary and her new/old boyfriend. I got both of us a drink and we talked. Mary questioned my handing my daughter a glass of wine, but I shrugged it off.
"She's been getting alcohol at family dinners since she was 12. She's a responsible individual." I turned to my daughter. "Right, Angel?"
She grinned. "You expect me not to answer positively?"
Mary laughed. "Well, I see you have your father's smart mouth."
She grinned wider. "You know it."
Damn, smart-assed women! And she blamed it on me! The nerve! I chuckled.
We mingled and were making our way around one of the food tables when a small person attached herself to my legs. "Mr. Jackson!"
"Hi, Maddie." I put my plate down and picked her up, putting her on my hip. She was dressed in a very pretty red party dress and looked adorable. "Happy New Year." She smiled and looked at my daughter. "Maddie, this is my daughter, Angelica. We call her Angel. Angel, this is Madeleine, but everyone calls her Maddie."
My daughter shook Maddie's small hand. "Nice to meet you, Maddie. I've heard all about you from my father. You're very pretty and look very nice in that dress."
"Thank you." Maddie answered, but held tightly to me and seemed a little shy around this new person. "I like your dress, too."
Wow. She's only 6 years old and she already returns clothing complements.
I wondered where her mother was. "Where's your mother, Maddie?"
"She's upstairs. She says she has a headache and will come down later."
"Okay, how are your Pooh bears doing?"
She grinned. "They are very well, thank you, but I want to come over so they can all be together."
I related what this was about to my daughter and then movement on the big staircase got my attention. It was Maggie. She was coming down in a green chiffon something-or-other. I don't know women's fashions, but I knew that it was light and swished around her beautiful form and made me want her.
"Look, Maddie, here comes your mother."
Maddie wrested herself from my grip and rushed over to her mother. She took her by the hand and led her directly to us.
"Look, Mommy, Mr. Jackson is here with his daughter, Angel."
Maggie grinned and approached my daughter putting her hand out. "I guess that takes care of our introductions." She shook my daughter's hand and then turned to me. I moved toward her to give her a socially acceptable peck on the cheek and she accepted it.
"I hope you are enjoying yourselves."
"Yes, we are." I watched her closely for any signs of her still being angry.
Then Maddie wanted back up into my arms. I picked her up and she looked at her mother and then at me. "Mr. Jackson, are you going to be my second father?"
Maggie almost choked on her drink and my daughter started laughing. Kids this age definitely have no filter. "Well, Maddie, I'm not sure. Your mother and I still have a lot of talking to do."
"My friend Jennifer has two fathers and she loves it. She says her first father comes and takes her places and they go out to dinner every couple of weeks. Her second father lives with her and they also do a lot of fun things. I think she's lucky having two fathers."
I sighed at smiled at Maggie. How the hell do you answer that? Fortunately, Maggie decided to answer her daughter. "Honey, Mr. Jackson and I need to talk about this. We have not discussed it and are not ready yet."
Maddie looked at her mother. "But Mommy, the other day we went to try to see Mr. Jackson and you said you wanted him."
I'm not sure she got the real meaning of that phrase and I doubt her mother said it to her like that.
Maddie smiled. "Honey, I do want him. But he and I have some things to discuss before we do that."
I stared at her. She just said she wanted me. She didn't say she wanted to date me or see me, she said she wanted me. I liked that. I grinned at her and she blushed.
I turned to Maddie. "Maddie, I want your mother, too, so let us talk it over and maybe in a few days we can discuss that again. Okay?"
"Okay." I put her down and she raced off. I think she was going to tell her grandmother or grandfather that. Oh well.
My daughter, being perceptive, managed to find something she just had to have at the food table, leaving me alone with Maddie. She stepped closer to me. "I'm still angry that you didn't tell me about the drug dealer before you put my daughter in danger, but my father and Mary seem to be on your side."
I sighed. "I already told you I was sorry and how this all came about. They waited long enough to let me get comfortable. I was just not thinking about anything but you and your daughter. I thought they had moved on to other things and I had, too. I can't change that now, but please don't let this get between us. We need to see if there's any chance for us." She said nothing and the lack of response was getting to me so I tried to lighten it a little bit. "Besides, it was only because I was blinded by the beauty of the two of you that I forgot." She tried not to smile, but did a little, so I continued. "Besides, I'm not saying that we will never be angry with each other if we live together, but I want to know if we can work it out."
She smiled this time and moved closer to me. "Is it true that you love me?"
"Yes."
"And my daughter, too?"
"Yes."
"What about your daughter? What does she think about us and your involvement with a woman with a child?"
"She is happy for me. She saw how much I was affected by her mother's death and just wants me to be happy. She's a very grown-up woman already."
"So you think we have a future?"
"At this point, I hope so, but we need to be together and work on our relationship before we can make that decision."
She came into my arms and rested her head on my chest. "Does that include treating me like you did that one day when I showed up at your apartment depressed?"
I grinned. I knew she was talking about the day that she came in depressed and I went over her attributes and told her why she was so beautiful. She had perked up right away and we had had very good sex. "Of course. All the time."
"Good. I liked that part a lot." She kissed me. "I forgive you and I think my room upstairs is empty right now. Maybe I can think of something to do to make it up to you."
I smiled, took her hand, and we snuck through the kitchen and up the back stairs toward her room. I felt elated and I hoped that I would be as lucky in love this time around as I was the first.
*The end* |
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Abraham turned his gaze upwards. The sky held only a few, wispy clouds, and the air of the early morning was still cool. The sky seemed to shimmer with an unnatural, green light. It was like the Aurora lights he had read about, but they continued to shine even in daylight - proof that Lady Ilassa's demon realm was potent, indeed. Abraham took another sip of coffee and hummed to himself.
He quite liked it here. He and his wife Violet had been in Arum Sedis for several weeks, visiting on the recommendation of a close friend. The realm was beautiful, peaceful, and prosperous. The city had earned its reputation as the Jewel of the Desert, Abraham decided. The arts and sciences flourished in equal measure, and there was a degree of mutual tolerance among its peoples that surpassed any location in his memory. It seemed impossible that a realm with such a diverse population could stand. But not only did Arum Sedis endure, it thrived. It seemed that people here were willing to see beyond looks alone.
Abraham and his wife were both wandering scholars, with a shared interest in the arcane. They lived humbly, and few possessions, but their talents with magic made it easy to find work and lodgings wherever they went. Every village had odd jobs and requests to handle, after all. They had found each other during their travels, and fell in love. From that point on, they decided to wander together, their shared company making discovering new places that much more exciting. But wanderlust always returned, and they eventually moved on, eager to find the next great thing.
But for the first time, that hadn't happened. They felt no urge to leave Arum Sedis, and were in fact quick shocked when they realized that they were considering *settling down*. While the notion initially seemed ridiculous, they realized after a lengthy discussion that Arum Sedis would likely never bore them. It was a center of culture, a nexus of progress. There were always new developments, always new strangers and travelers bringing in new stories and skills.
And with a shared laugh, it was decided. They would stay! So they ventured out to the *Scleratia Sophia*, intending to go through the usual application process and find themselves an affordable place to live. Then they would offer their skills to the magical research guilds, and work their way up. But they soon found out that the process was anything but usual. They had expected to meet a wealthy estate merchant, or perhaps a Gyoubu Danuki or an enterprising Wight.
Instead, they were greeted by a succubus with a pair of white wings, wearing a casual, blue dress - Lady Ilassa herself, ruler of the entire kingdom. She was shockingly informal, greeting them with a smile, a wave, and a friendly greeting. As it turns out, Lady Ilassa liked to greet newcomers to her realm whenever possible. She saw it as an important gesture, a way for both parties to get to know each other. She also revealed that, in the early days of her kingdom, this process was far lengthier.
Unlike her sisters, Ilassa did not spread demonic influence through war, but peace. She built Arum Sedis from the ground up, converting a small village into a burgeoning tourist's paradise. Her ultimate goal was to convince traveling humans to stay, exchanging cultural practices and scientific information. And for her, there was no greater joy than convincing human couples to willingly undergo the monsterization process. She revealed the depth of research that she put into that process. She examined the couple's personality and preferences closely, taking great effort to pick the most compatible type of mamono for them.
Of course, that was all in the past. The program continued, but Ilassa no longer had the time to oversee it personally - Arum Sedis was not the small town it had once been. Still, she liked to take a case every now and then - and Abraham and Violet had been chosen.
It was quite the surprise. At first, the pair weren't sure if it was a welcome one. They preferred a quieter, gentler pace of life, and suddenly meeting one of the most powerful figures in the entire world and being asked to consider monsterization did *not* fit that agenda. Even so, they could hardly refuse her offer. They had met a few important figures in the past, even a handful of royal families, but none of them had seemed quite as...genuine, as Lady Ilassa. They accepted her offer, and she began to lead them on a tour through the city.
Curious, Violet asked if it was normal for the ruler of the kingdom to walk around the city without so much as a single bodyguard. Ilassa laughed, allowing pride to slip into her tone. She explained that her city had exceptionally low rates of violent crime, and her heritage meant that she was more than capable of defending herself. With a wink, she added that she wasn't as alone as Violet thought, either. Tilting her head curiously, Violet was about to ask what she meant, when out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Ilassa' shadow *move*. Apparently moving of its own free will along the street, it waved at them, and then returned to being an inanimate shadow. Violet gasped, utterly captivated by the ingenious use of summoning magic. Ilassa must have disguised her familiar as her own shadow, giving her a bodyguard that could invisibly follow her anywhere!
During the course of her hour-long tour, Abraham began to realize just how impressive Ilassa was. Even during that short tour, she was subtly probing them, testing them. She was likely already forming conclusions about their personalities, and he almost shuddered as he realized that he wanted to hear her them.
*So this is the true power of a Lilim*, he thought to himself. Ilassa's true strength lie not in physical prowess or sheer magical power, but her truly demonic charisma. She was a magnificent paradox. Part of Abraham felt unnerved and intimidated by her subtle gestures, and the other part was captivated by her open friendliness, already yearning to meet her again.
In the end, Ilassa's shadowy familiar had whispered something to her, indicating that she was out of time. She directed them to one of her officials that would help them find a home, offering an apologetic smile. Then she disappeared in a magical puff of smoke as she teleported away. Violet and Abraham were left standing there, blinking at the wonder of what had just happened.
Neither was certain how they felt about monsterization yet, but they couldn't deny that the idea, Arum Sedis, and Ilassa herself, were all becoming *exceptionally* interesting. And really, what more had they come here for?
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His wife's voice drew Abraham out of his daydreams.
"Good morning," Violet said sleepily, stifling a yawn. Holding her own cup of coffee, she sat down in an adjacent wicker chair and joined her husband on the balcony.
"Morning, Vi," he replied. "Sleep well?"
"Very well." Violet settled into her chair and took a sip of coffee. "Maybe a little too well. I thought I was going to be too excited to sleep."
"No second thoughts, then?" Abraham asked, raising an eyebrow. "We won't get many more chances to turn back."
Violet didn't immediately reply, turning her gaze out to the cityscape. After nearly a minute, she took another sip of coffee, hummed contently, and nodded.
"Nope," she said softly. "I'm convinced. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little scared, but...Lady Ilassa's research holds up. I think she's right."
"You only think so?" Abramham prompted.
"Could anyone be entirely certain?" Violet frowned. "It's an enormous decision. But yeah, I think she's right. We've only been meeting with her for about a week, but...she's demonstrated herself to be a very good judge of character."
"Besides..." Violet turned and smiled suggestively at her husband. "Don't play coy, I know you're starting to really look forward to this."
"You see right through me, as always," he laughed. "Yes. I'm looking forward to this, too."
"Good," she nodded. "Your participation is rather mandatory, you know."
With that, the two were quiet for a while, taking in the quiet peace of the morning together. After a few minutes, the coffee took its full effects, and they felt energized and ready to begin their day.
"We still have a few hours," Abraham said. "What should we do?"
"Well, normally we'd still be tangled together in bed," Violet giggled. "But, tragically, we have to restrain ourselves for the appointment, so...why don't we just take a walk around the city?"
Her husband smiled and nodded, and the two departed to stroll around, not heading to anywhere in particular.
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Abraham moved to knock on the door, but it opened just before he moved his hand down. Curiously, it didn't seem that anyone inside had opened the door.
"Come in," a female voice said.
Shrugging, he stepped inside, Violet following behind him. The door closed on its own. Abraham looked around the room, but didn't see their host. The room was one of several in the basement level of the *Scleratia Sophia*, which had chambers for both research and ceremonial purposes. The room was very dark, and neither of them could see much.
"Hello again, you two," their unseen host greeted. "Oh! Right, the darkness. Just a moment..."
With a subtle flick of her wrist, their host turned the lights on. Lanterns embedded into the walls and a chandelier hanging from the ceiling flickered to life, glowing with an ethereal, blue flame. With the room now bathed in sufficient lighting, they could at last see their host. She was June, a prominent magical academic. Having been a longtime supporter of Ilassa's endeavors, helping to establish the early Arum Sedis, she was trusted with a management position in her friend's transformation program.
And she was also a dark slime - a mass of purple, sentient ooze that was free to change form at will.
June currently resembled a tall, human woman with long hair - if her skin and hair were all the same color, and the same substance. She looked significantly more...solid, than the last time they had met her. Even so, her exterior shimmered faintly in the light, and her entire body was always gently churning and undulating.
Violet still couldn't shake the idea that she looked a little bit like boysenberry syrup.
Abraham took the chance to glance around the room. They had been introduced to June a few days prior, but this was their first time visiting her chamber beneath the *Scleratia Sophia.* The room reminded him of a wizard's tower that he had encountered some time before he had partnered with Violet. The sides of the room were lined wall-to-wall with bookcases, each shelf packed tightly with a wealth of information. Maps and charts lined what free space there was, a few tables cluttered with scientific and magical apparatuses. Even with only this cursory examination, he was certain that he could spend a great deal of time here.
At the far side of the room, there was an open doorway to another room, but that room was still dark, and he couldn't see what it held.
June clasped her hands together, which made a squishing sound that drew his attention back to her.
"Sorry about that!" she said, giving a small bow of apology. "I forgot that you two couldn't see in the dark yet."
"It's no problem, Miss June," Violet smiled politely. "Thank you for seeing us."
"Oh, there's no need to be so formal!" June beamed, placing her hands on her hips. "You can just call me June. And come in, come in!"
The pair shuffled forward. Abraham reached to close the door, but once again, it moved by itself.
"What did you enchant the door with?" he asked.
"Oh, that?" she asked. June absentmindedly started running a hand through the purple mass that mimicked hair. In an impressive display of dexterity, her hand and hair did not meld together, despite being the same material.
"I'd love to say that it was a simple trick," she admitted. "But really, linking a remote sensor spell with a directed telekinesis spell took *far* longer than I'd care to reveal."
"At least it works, right?" he suggested. "I'd like to learn that trick, sometime."
"And I'd like to learn that spell with the lights," Violet added.
"Of course!" June said happily. "But, all in good time, for we have a different purpose in mind today, don't we?"
June placed a finger to her lips, and her smile suddenly promised more than just friendship and magic lessons. Abraham swallowed nervously. He could see how June had become friends with Lady Ilassa.
"Indeed we are," Violet affirmed, nodding and forming a growing smile of her own. "Shall we begin?"
"Yes!" June said enthusiastically, pumping a fist into the air and breaking out into an excited giggle. "Oh, this is so exciting! Follow me to the back room, you two!"
June twirled around and started to walk to the dark room at the back. Abraham watched her feet curiously, wanting to confirm something he had noticed during their last meeting. When June's foot lifted off the ground after each step, no ooze was left on the ground. That confirmed his initial idea that a slime must be able to modify their solidity at will, and it also meant that they could avoid leaving a slimy trail everywhere they went, like a snail. He supposed it was rather silly that he didn't already know that. But then again, he had never met a dark slime before.
What Abraham *also* noticed was how each step was perhaps a little more forceful than it needed to be. The reverberations of her footsteps sent ripples up through her body, causing her legs and backside to jiggle alluringly. During their first meeting, Abraham couldn't help but stare at her body in wonder. Of course, she had noticed his gaze, and expressed that she was flattered when he stammered an apology. It felt...well, frankly it was absurd that his brain was interpreting a mass of slime to be attractive.
But that thought had been swiftly pushed aside. Absurdity was too often used as an excuse to brush something away without proper consideration. Would he ridicule and dismiss something, just because it didn't fit into his obsolete understanding of the world? No, of course not. Shortly into their first meeting with June, Violet and Abraham had decided to embrace the absurd, to explore it and find what it held. And now they were here, on the threshold of one of the most important decisions in their lives. The time for blushing and looking away was long past.
"Right?" Violet whispered, leaning over and smiling conspiratorially. "For a mass of living goo, she has an incredible ass."
Abraham laughed and pulled his wife in for a brief kiss, then started to follow June into the back room, holding Violet's hand.
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The room at the back turned out to be a bedroom. June illuminated the room with more magical lighting, revealing the rugs, wardrobes, and dressers held within. Violet found it odd that June's room even had those, considering slimes were essentially always naked. The two notable features of the room were a large, rectangular mirror that rested along one of the walls, and a huge, four poster bed with luxurious, red fabrics. The bed was large enough to easily fit all three of them at once, and looked incredibly comfortable.
"So here's how this is going to work," June explained, taking a seat at the edge of the bed, the lighting in the room dimming slightly as she did so.
"You two need to...get 'warmed up', before we can really begin. Violet here needs to be in the appropriate state before I can work my magic on her. Besides, what's the fun of jumping right into the main event, right?"
The couple nodded in understanding, Violet more enthusiastically than her husband. She noticed his hesitation and leaned over, squeezing his hand affectionately. He smiled at the gesture, and nodded again.
"Now this is probably kind of irrelevant," June continued. "But it's worth clarifying, just in case. Violet and I are going to get to know each other *very* intimately, but there are three of us here. So, Abraham, if you want to set limits on anything that you aren't comfortable with, now is the time."
He took a deep breath and placed a hand under his chin before answering.
"We've already discussed this amongst each other," Abraham said. "We don't want to add any unnecessary boundaries - you should be fully involved."
"We've both been looking forward to this," Violet winked. "Besides, I know he's been *burning* with curiosity to see what you can do."
Abraham laughed nervously, but didn't deny it. Not being able to be intimate with your partner caused the mind to...wander to certain fantasies.
"I'm very glad to hear that," June said professionally. "And I should add that you're under no obligation to continue any sort of relationship with me after the fact, though I certainly wouldn't object if you wanted to. Whatever you want to do is the way it will be. Okay?"
Both of them nodded, and June tittered happily.
"Would you believe that this is the first time I've gotten to do this part myself?" she said, flicking a wrist. "You have *no* idea how long I've been waiting to do this!"
Soft, slow tones began to fill the room, somehow emanating from every corner of the room at once.
"Ooh!" Violet exclaimed. "A sound spell! Oh, I've always wanted to try using one to play music, but I could never get the hang of it!"
"Just a little something to set the mood," June smiled. "Now, why don't you get started by undressing each other? I'll watch from the sidelines until you're feeling ready for me to step in."
With a mischievous grin, Violet turned and embraced her husband, pulling his head in close and kissing him. It was a far deeper and more passionate kiss than before, and demonstrated just how eager Violet was.
"And here I thought you would want to take your time," Abraham panted when his wife finally pulled away.
"We've waited too long for this," she said breathily. "Arms up."
He loved it when Violet was assertive like this, when her eyes shone with that perfect mix of lust and love. He complied with her demand, allowing her to rustle his shirt off him. She hastily folded it up and tossed it onto one of the nearest dressers.
She leaned back and smiled appreciatively, taking in her husband's upper body. Neither of them were exactly athletes, but traveling as much as they did kept you in good shape. She ran a hand over his chest, feeling the texture of his skin and muscles, before tilting her head up to kiss him again. This one was gentler, softer, yet it carried no less passion than before.
"Now take mine off," she said softly, raising her arms. He lifted her shirt off her, casting it next to his own. Abraham took his turn to admire her, holding her close and rubbing her shoulders. Her skin was soft, lightly browned from weeks under the desert sun.
"And your tan was starting to come in so nicely," he sighed. "It's kind of a shame."
"I'll trade a nice tan for the ability to alter my entire being any day," she countered, nuzzling her cheek against his.
June remained on the edge of the bed, almost feeling as if she was intruding. She gently rocked her legs back and forth, silently cheering them on.
After a few more moments of tender affection, Violet took her husband's hands in her own and guided them to her back, where the clasp of her bra waited. With practiced familiarity, he easily undid it and cast it into the growing pile of clothing. Violet looked down and grasped her own breasts, pushing them up and frowning.
"I've always been a little insecure about my chest," she hummed. "I guess that's not really going to be a problem anymore, huh."
"You already know that I'll love them, no matter what size they are," he replied, kissing her again and replacing her hands with his own. He started to massage and knead her breasts, feeling her soft, feminine flesh yield to his touch.
The act began to fire Violet up again, and she held and intensified their kiss, her tongue dipping into his mouth to duel with his own. Abraham's right hand drifted lower, wrapping around Violet's body to squeeze her ass. She yelped a little when she felt it, the sound muffled into his mouth.
June silently cheered and pumped her fist, impressed by the unexpected sneak attack. She couldn't wait to see how Violet would react!
Violet broke the kiss and pulled back, but she wasn't angry, judging by her lewd grin. She slunk to her knees, crouching as she quickly undid her husband's trousers. There was a significant bulge in her husband's underclothes, straining against the fabric. She used one hand to give his shaft an affectionate squeeze, the other reaching down to gently grip his sack. He grunted and froze up at the sudden attention.
"What hiding in here, I wonder?" Violet smiled.
June pulled her legs up close to her chest, gently swaying side to side as she mentally awarded anther point to Violet. An impressive counterattack!
Violet played with her husband through the fabric for a while before growing bored and tugging his underclothes off. She couldn't resist licking her lips when she saw his member. They had never gone so long without making love before, and her hunger was starting to grow unbearable.
"Ah," June said, finally chiming in. "What a lovely sight."
"Isn't it?" Violet agreed.
"That hunger you feel now, Violet?" June explained. "That yearn for affection, that driving need for pleasure? It's pretty intense, right?"
Violet nodded fiercely, starting to stroke her husband with both hands. He had to shut one of his eyes and adjust his posture to maintain his balance.
"It's going to be even stronger once you've turned," June said seductively. "It's hard for me to put a number on it, as I was never human to begin with. But from what I've heard from personal accounts? I'd say it will be easily three, probably five times as strong."
Violet gasped and turned to look at June, jaw slackened. To Abraham's dismay, her hands stopped as well.
"You can't be serious!" she protested. "H-how? How do mamono even *exist*, if you're feeling that all the time?"
"It's true," June admitted. "The hunger, that *demand* for sexual pleasure, is extremely strong for all of us. It can be incredibly distracting."
"But..." June's face twisted into a sinful grin. "The pleasure you get from sating that need? It increases, too, by a factor that you can't even *begin* to comprehend."
"I mean that literally," June laughed. "If your body was exposed to that level of pleasure right now, well...you would melt. That's kind of how this works."
"Incredible..." Violet cooed.
"I'm sure the science behind it is very interesting," Abraham groaned. "But could we maybe..."
"Sorry, love," Violet apologized, returning her attention to him. "Thank you for being so patient. I think you deserve a reward!"
Violet leaned forward and ducked under his aching cock, sticking her tongue out and giving him a long lick, from tip to base. As she made the return trip, she maneuvered one of her hands around and gripped his sack again. When her tongue reached his tip again, she opened her mouth wide and took him inside, beginning to fondle his balls at the same time. Her husband groaned blissfully, welcoming the return of her ministrations.
"Starting both actions simultaneously," June admired, now voicing her thoughts out loud. "An impressive technique."
Violet hummed pridefully and winked at her as she took more of Abraham's cock into her mouth, feeling his tip brush up against the back of her mouth. She pressed her lips more tightly, trapping his cock inside her mouth as she started to suck on him. He groaned again, more loudly than before.
Soft moans and slurps filled the room, joining the effects of the music spell. June scooted back from her position on the bed, lying on her stomach and raising her legs in the air. She supported her head with her hands, utterly captivated as she watched the couple. These two understood each other very well, she could tell. Once they changed, they would get to discover each other's bodies all over again. She couldn't help but envy that a little.
Violet continued her actions for a while, continuing to shift her rhythm. She twisted around his cock and continued to suck on him, all the while fondling his sack and stroking his shaft with her other hand. She did her best to break up her pattern and remain unpredictable - sometimes she slowed down, other times she sped up and changed direction suddenly. The effects were obvious, and as her husband's groans got louder, he was finding it more difficult to stay balanced.
June frowned. No, it was a little too soon for that.
"I think I'll intervene here," June announced. "Why don't you two move to the bed? Let me get out of your way."
Violet released her lover's cock with a *pop,* looking up at him with a smirk. Abraham covered one eye with his hand as he found his breath and steadied himself. The two repositioned to the bed, June having scooted over to the far side. Violet gestured for Abraham to sit down first, so he did, lying his head on the pillows. Violet came up next to him, gave him a quick kiss, and then rotated around, placing her rear in front of his face, and leaned forward to resume her oral technique without a word.
He took the obvious cue and started to pleasure her with his mouth, as well. He gripped her cheeks to spread her open, and dipped his tongue inside of her. This was one of their favorite positions to make love in. There was just something beautifully selfless about it - each partner could only pleasure the other, having no real means of stimulating themselves. Recognizing the trust placed into each other only ignited their passions further, and they each doubled their efforts. Abraham started swirling his tongue around, making deliberate patterns as if he was drawing arcane runes with his tongue. Violet delighted in the pleasure swelling up through her, and found the position more comfortable. Her arms were the perfect length for the task, reaching out to stroke and caress his cock as she licked and sucked him.
They kept up the position for a few minutes before it started to become too much. Their sounds were rising in intensity and volume, threatening to peak at any second.
"Violet," Abraham warned. He couldn't hold back much longer.
She hummed into his groin and increased the intensity of her motions. She didn't need to be warned - she wanted this. She was *craving it.*
Abraham kept pleasuring her for as long as he could, but as he began to tip over, he couldn't help but pull away for air. Grunting fiercely, his hips automatically bucked upwards. Anticipating the reaction, Violet had already adjusted her position, raising her head a bit so she wouldn't gag or choke.
*...another thing that will soon be a part of the past,* June thought. Once Violet was a dark slime, she would be practically invincible. The couple could be as rough with each other as they wanted, and it would be impossible for them to hurt each other. Sighing happily, June watched closely as Violet brought her husband through his orgasm. She didn't stop stroking or sucking on him, especially not when the pleasure was at its most intense. Eventually, Abraham's cock stopped jerking, and he collapsed with his arms spread out, spent. Violet came off him, taking a big gulp of air, and swallowing the seed that she hadn't already.
"How does he taste?" June prompted.
"Good," Violet panted, sitting up and resting on her knees. "Really good!"
Unknown to the both of them, June had prepared a special spell earlier. It passively affected the both of them, increasing their lust and bolstering their stamina. Abraham would still be down for the count for a while, but nowhere near as long without her spell. With the aid of the spell, Violet's body was processing a tiny amount of her husband's spirit energy, letting her taste a fraction of the bliss she would come to know in the near future.
Violet moved to clean off her husband's cock, but stopped herself as a deliciously wicked idea slipped into her mind.
"Come try him," she suggested, winking at June.
June blinked, caught off guard. She had underestimated these two - she made a mental note to document this for later.
"Thank you for the invitation," she replied, slinking over to join the couple. She extended one hand, supporting Abraham's softening member, and lowered her mouth down to accept it. It was technically an unnecessary move - she was fully capable of tasting him from any part of her body - but there was no need to go for that quite yet. These two were confident and eager to learn, but they probably weren't ready for *that* level of absurdity so soon.
Still overly sensitive from his climax, Abraham groaned and squirmed as June cleaned him. She made lots of small squishing and squelching sounds as her slime wrapped around him, vacuuming up every single drop of his seed and Violet's saliva. Violet leaned over and started massaging June's shoulders, wanting to bring her into the fun, but unsure how exactly to begin.
June kept playing with Abraham until she was sure that it really was starting to become too much for him, and pulled off with a satisfied sigh.
"He *is* good," she admitted. "You're in for quite the treat, Violet!"
"I'm looking forward to it," Violet smiled.
"Now," June started. "Since it's going to take your delicious husband some time before he's ready again, why don't you and I put on a little show for him?"
"I like the sound of that."
Violet leaned forward and wrapped her arms around the dark slime, pulling her head closer. June felt very different from what she expected. She was prepared to tolerate some level of uncomfortable gooeyness, but June was actually quite pleasant to feel. She was cool to the touch, and had just the right balance of solidity to be uniform, but delightfully squishy. She giggled with childlike glee as she sunk her fingers beneath the surface of June's exterior.
"You're so...squishy!" Violet praised. "I've never felt anything quite like you."
"Thank you," June laughed softly. When her amusement faded, she looked deep into Violet's eyes. The two held the gaze for a while, before Violet slowly moved forwards, bringing her lips against June's. It seemed impossible, but somehow, she felt wonderful even on her lips. The kiss was brief, the two still learning how far they wanted to go with each other.
"Hmm," June hummed, pulling away. "You've kissed a girl before, haven't you?"
Violet tilted her head curiously. "You could tell?"
June shook her head. "Just a guess."
Violet's nostalgic smile said it all. June leaned in and kissed her again, beginning to use her hands to fondle the human woman's breasts.
"Ah!" Violet gasped and squirmed at the sensation when her nipples were suddenly covered by June's slime. She was cool, but not cold. "That tickles!"
June giggled mischievously and gentled pushed Violet onto her back, continuing to kiss her all the while. Violet moaned deeply and craned her neck backwards. June was now covering most of her body, her sides spilling around her torso and meeting the bedsheets. She didn't feel heavy at all, and June kept up her assault as she savored all of the flavors that Violet's body had to offer. Kissing her everywhere, she tasted everything, spreading her sticky slime over the woman's breasts, her ass, and her lips. She could still taste the lingering energy on the woman's lips, the ghostly sensation of her husband.
Violet returned the sensations, continuing to squish and massage the dark slime. She reached one hand around to June's rear and gave her left cheek a firm grab, delighting in the way her substance yielded to her touch. June responded by kissing her more aggressively, dipping into the woman's mouth. For his part, Abraham watched intently, utterly spellbound as the two kissed and fondled each other. Their display was unbelievably erotic, and he felt himself already preparing to go again.
Deciding to escalate things, June's left hand slowly trailed down Violet's body, coming to rest between her legs. Without a word, Violet spread her legs, exposing her eager pussy. When June slipped a slimy finger inside of her, she jerked upwards and moaned deeply. The coolness of June's slimy substance contrasted wonderfully with the warm flesh of her insides, and it felt incredible. June fed more of her substance inside Violet, then slowly retracted it in one smooth motion, causing the woman to whine pitifully.
"Don't stop," Violet pouted.
"I'd love to keep going," June apologized. "But it's not my place. Take a look..." June gestured her head over to Abraham, whose eyes were staring at them, wide with intense lust. He was quite clearly ready to go again, judging by his stiff, rigid erection.
"That was incredible," he said through grit teeth. "You weren't kidding about putting on a show."
"I wasn't acting," Violet laughed. "She feels really good."
Abraham got up and moved over, hovering over his wife, who met his eyes and smiled lovingly at him. June took the woman's legs and held them apart. Then she took her fingers and spread apart Violet's folds, revealing her dripping cunt that still held a few drops of purple slime.
"I think it's time," June said, smiling proudly. "You're both ready. Take your wife, Abraham. Make her feel the same kind of pleasure that she gave to you. Make your last fuck as humans one worth remembering!"
June's words spurred Abraham on in a way that he hadn't thought possible. He wouldn't be surprised if she was using some kind of charm spell, but he didn't care in the slightest. This felt so right, so perfect!
"I love you," Violet said sweetly.
"I love you, too," he replied.
No further words were needed. Abraham leaned forward and pinned his wife to the bed beneath him, sinking his cock deep inside of her with a single motion. They moaned out together, sharing in the ecstasy of finally being together again in the most intimate way possible. They had been waiting for this moment for what felt like an eternity, and now, at long last, they finally had it! The time for teasing, the time for foreplay was long gone.
They immediately started to pick up their pace as Abraham drew back and thrust forward again, each time a little faster, a little rougher. Violet moaned into her husband's ears, her cries making him even more frantically lustful. She wrapped her arms around his back, holding him as close to her as she could. Her legs wrapped around his ass, limiting his ability to pull out. She needed him to take deep and hard, and he gave it everything he had to satisfy her.
Even as their lovemaking grew more intense, the bed remained quiet, having been specifically built for this purpose. An additional layer of sound spells, enacted by June, kept the annoying squeaking to a minimum. With a flick of her hand, June disabled the music spell. The only music she wanted filling the room at the moment was the sound of passionate lovemaking.
June watched adoringly as the couple raced to their mutual peak, loving the way that Violet's thighs rippled every time her husband slammed his cock into her. She loved the sound that his balls made as they slapped against his wife, too. An idea struck her, and she slunk forward, ready to experiment. Violet reached out to where the two were connected, and started to pleasure them both. She surrounded Abraham's sack in her cool slime, massaging it with careful attention. And she used another hand to slip a strand of her slime into Violet's cunt, adding a little more slime into her.
The extra lubricant made all three of them moan in delight. Abraham grew even more intense, grunting and fiercely slamming into Violet. June's instincts as a mamono told her that both humans were rapidly approaching a mutual climax. June herself was becoming so aroused, she hadn't noticed when her hair had started to stretch out, as if it had suddenly grown a mind of its own. The tips of her hair swelled up, becoming rounder and bulb-like. Then they began to darken and swirl, shifting and changing form. After a moment, two white dots appeared on each of her hair-tentacles, resembling eyes. Her left hair-tentacle formed a wicked grin, and her right, a shy smile. These were Edi and Ali, and her relationship with them was...complicated.
Edi, her left, extended out to rest near Abraham's ear, and whispered encouragement to him.
"Make her scream for you," Edi teased, her tone wickedly lewd. "Take her, make her yours, and paint her insides white!"
And Ali, her right, stretched out to whisper into Violet's ear.
"Only you can make him feel this good," Ali whispered, her tone soft and soothing. "You two are perfect for each other. Show him how much you love him!"
Ali and Edi were a paradox. They were at once separate entities from June, yet also a part of her. In a way, they were loosely similar to Ilassa's familiar that inhabited her shadow, only on a much closer level. As the main persona, June was free to direct Ali and Edi at her leisure, but she did not have full control over them, either. They were extensions of herself, albeit with distinct personalities. Previously, they were sleeping within her core, but the energy released from the couple's lovemaking had stirred them to the surface.
There was no need to inform Ali and Edi about the situation. Seeing as they were part of her, they shared her memories, and instantly recognized the couple. June smiled contently, happy to let her extensions handle the talking as she kept pleasuring the human couple from behind.
"Fuck her," Edi commanded, giggling madly. "Fuck her harder! Pound her into the bed!"
"You deserve this," Ali whispered. "You deserve this joy. You're going to be so happy together!"
June's attention and her extension's words proved too much for the couple. Violet hit her peak first, screaming into her lover's shoulder as she exploded. Her legs started to shake, and she pulled Abraham down into her. Her pussy clenched onto him, the extra tightness being exacerbated by the slime filling her. The mix of heat, pressure, coolness, and wetness was too much, and he surged forward with a mighty thrust, filling Violet completely as his tip brushed against the entrance to her womb.
June couldn't resist breaking into a fit of giggles. She *loved* this. She loved that she could do this for them, to help them see just how much more room they had to love each other. As Abraham's spiritual energy rushed into Violet, mixing and swirling with her own, June knew that the woman was now fully ready.
"Maou's tits!" Edi whistled. "Now that's what I like to fuckin' see!"
"What a beautiful sight," Ali sighed. "Love is such a wonderful thing."
"Having a gorgeous woman pinned beneath you is what's wonderful!" Edi countered.
"Manners, Edi," June scolded, withering her vulgar extension with a glare. "They're still winding down."
The couple were kissing intensely, still interlocked together. Edi stretched around to look closely at where they were connected, grinning lewdly as seed and slime dripped out of Violet. Ali stayed where she was, sighing again for the happy couple.
After a while, the two were finally still, lying next to each other with one hand interlocked. They laughed tiredly as their breathing came back down to normal, chests heaving.
"That was wonderful, you two," June smiled. "A spectacular performance."
"Yes!" Ali affirmed. "It was breathtaking! Well..." Ali's features blushed a lighter shade of purple and she turned away. "Not that I breathe or anything. I just thought it was...um..."
"It was a metaphor!" Edi laughed.
"It wasn't a metaphor!" Ali protested. "It was a figure of speech!"
Violet covered one of her eyes with her free hand, laughing. "Who are these two?"
"Ali and Edi," June introduced, each extension giving a little bob of their heads in turn. "They are...me, but they also are not. It's complicated, but you'll understand it yourself, once you get your own."
"And you two are going to be quiet now, aren't you?" June smiled sweetly at her two extensions, but it was clear that her words held menacing promise.
"Of course!" Edi beamed. "This is the best part!"
"We don't want to interrupt," Ali nodded.
"I had honestly forgotten about that for a second," Abraham chuckled.
June nodded. "It's time. Are you ready, Violet? This is your absolute last chance to turn back."
Violet closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then sat up, resting on her knees.
"I'm ready," she said, eyes opening to reveal a confident gaze. "Let's do it."
"Aw, yeah!" Edi cheered.
"You're going to be such a pretty dark slime!" Ali praised.
"These two are hilarious," Violet giggled. "I love them."
"We love you too, gorgeous!" Edi guffawed.
"Alright, that's enough from you," June frowned. "You're ruining the moment."
Edi yelped and slunk back. Showing her compliance, her mouth disappeared, leaving only a pair of watching eyes. Ali slunk back as well, but she knew that June trusted her, so she didn't erase her mouth.
"Come here," June smiled, beckoning the woman forward with a finger.
Violet moved forwards and leaned into the dark slime, giving her a brief smooch. To her surprise, June spun her around and fell backwards, leaving June with her back on the bed, and Violet with her back on top of the dark slime. Abraham maneuvered around for a better viewing angle, a grin spreading across his face as he got ready for another show.
"Use the mirror at the far wall," June commanded Violet, immediately beginning an all-out assault on the woman's body. "Watch yourself."
So she did. Violet watched as June dissolved her own left foot, stretching out her entire leg into one, long tentacle of slime. Violet spread her legs eagerly, and watched as June wriggled the slimy appendage inside of her pussy. She watched herself gasp at the sensation, experiencing it for the first and last time. It was...very unique. Exquisitely pleasurable, but very different from her husband. Violet giggled as she realized that she would soon be able to do this to herself.
June thrust her slime in and out of the woman with increasing force, causing both of them to sway back and forth. Abraham watched, hypnotized, as Violet's breasts jiggled to and fro, her facial features melting into an expression of delirious pleasure. June's breasts jiggled as well, rubbing against the woman's back, tickling her. Violet laughed and squirmed, but found herself unable to move - she was slowly sinking, being pulled into June's substance as if she were quicksand. For a split second, a flash of animal panic rushed through her, her face tightening in a grimace.
"It's alright," June whispered. "You're safe. Look at us - look at your husband. You want this. You deserve this."
With a reassuring look from Abraham, Violet calmed down, and her expression returned to one of bliss. June's slime started to creep up the woman's side as she sunk deeper into her. The dark slime started with her feet. Violet's feet were entirely encased in the purple goo, yet she found she could still wiggle her toes and move around. As the slime started to creep up her ankles, June started used her hands to massage Violet's breasts, all the while pumping her slime in and out of her.
Violet arched her back and moaned deeply. She tilted her head back to look at Violet, who met her gaze and kissed her. As the slime crept past Violet's knees, Abraham struggled to pull his gaze away. Eventually, he managed to wrench his eyes over to the mirror, watching them from a different perspective. He couldn't deny some small injury to his masculine pride, that someone other than him was making his wife squirm and moan. But her sounds and joyous expression silenced his worries. He and Violet were meant for each other - that would always be the case. But June...she was welcome, too. Whatever Violet wanted to do when she woke up, he would happily go along with it.
Ali stretched out above June's head, observing wordlessly. There was nothing she loved more than watching people love freely, without inhibition. Edi's mouth returned as she grinned, but she remained silent, knowing better than to speak up. As she watched the slime creep around the woman's hips, she shared in the pleasure that June was feeling, and June knew exactly how much that her extensions adored being a part of this.
June never stopped pleasuring the human woman, continuing to play with her breasts and pussy. At this point, Violet was nearly at the boundary where rational thought was no longer possible.
"It feels so good!" she gasped, taking many heavy breaths. "I-I can't take this! My mind-"
"You can take it," June interrupted, filling her with even more slime. Violet groaned and squirmed, but at this point, only had control over the motion of her upper torso.
Violet's face took on a crazed expression as she watched herself again.
"Fuck," she moaned. "This is too much. My, my b-brain can't even keep up!"
"Don't try to talk anymore," June said calmly. "Just feel."
"Just feel," June repeated, slipping her slime over Violet's breasts and creeping up her shoulders. "Trust me."
"It tickles!" Violet laughed. "It tickles, but it feels *so* fucking good, too!"
"Come closer," June said, beckoning Abraham to her side. "Look at your husband, Violet. See that grin? That's all you."
"Heh," Violet panted, no longer capable of speech. "Ehe...ahaha!"
Only Violet's head was left. Pausing for a moment, June turned to Abraham, continuing to pleasure the woman.
"Watch closely, handsome," she said, using a hand to coyly cover her laughter. "You might not get a chance to see something like this ever again."
Violet was crying tears of joy, her brain physically incapable of registering all of the pleasure June was giving her. So she instead remained at a plateau of mind-melting pleasure, giggling wildly as she squirmed within the dark slime's comforting embrace.
"Here we go," June announced. Her extensions couldn't help letting out a squeal of excitement.
June tilted Violet's head towards her and kissed her deeply. But this time, she did not pull away, and began feeding a small amount of herself through Violet's mouth. Violet's eyes briefly went wide, thinking that she was about to choke. But even as June pulled away and the slime completely covered her head, she did not begin to suffocate. Somehow, she could still breathe. She laughed at the idea. She laughed at the situation, at the absurd volume of pleasure that she was receiving, at the realization that she had never felt so happy in her entire life.
Even when she was entirely buried in June's slime, Abraham could still make out his wife's expression of unimaginable joy.
And then, slowly and subtly, June's substance grew a little darker. It changed in consistency, too, her exterior seeming to become more liquid, as parts of her body dripped and oozed onto the bed. Her shade of purple grew darker and darker, becoming wine-colored. June moaned loudly and writhed on the bed. This was a unique, extremely pleasurable activity for her, as well, and one that she had yet to experience. The feeling of the happy woman squirming around inside her, even as her form started to give way, was indescribably ecstatic. Ali and Edi started grinning and moaning like lunatics, adding to her chorus of moans.
Abraham couldn't help but let out a single laugh as well, his brain struggling to comprehend the most insane sight he had witnessed in his life.
As June's ooze grew darker, it became impossible to make out the shape of Violet's body. June's pleasure grew wildly, and her moans grew even stronger.
"Hah...uh, aha..." she groaned, incapable of speech.
Abraham couldn't tear his eyes away. He couldn't even blink, no matter how much his eyes started to burn. If he missed even a second of this, he feared his brain might explode.
June suddenly gasped and went still, holding for a moment. And then, she reached her own peak, shuddering as a colossal orgasm sent shockwaves through her entire being. Small parts of her exterior flew off, scattering purple ooze over the bed. One of the droplets struck Abraham's cheek and stuck to him, but he didn't even notice.
June bucked her hips and thrashed as her climax lasted. In her long life, June had experienced too many incredible orgasms to count, but none of them had lasted as *long* as this one. She had no idea how long it had really lasted, but when it finally subsided, she was left spent on the bed, eyes rolled backwards. Ali and Edi were down for the count, falling limply onto the bed.
Finally, her senses started to return to her, and she could only think of one thing to say.
"Wow," she muttered. "Just...wow."
"So..." Abraham coughed. "What now?"
"I need a minute," June smiled apologetically. "That took...a lot out of me. I really mean that, it can take a whole month to store the energy needed to melt a woman."
"You know?" she added.
"I don't," he laughed.
"This is going to take a few minutes," June explained. "I might as well tell you what to expect once this is done."
"Okay."
"Newly converted mamono are *extremely* sensitive," June explained. "It's like suddenly waking up, and finding that not only is there an entirely new sense, but all of your old ones are stronger, too. She's going to find everything pretty overwhelming, maybe a little scary. She's going to be pretty dependent on you for a while, so try to be understanding if she suddenly seems unusually clingy, alright?"
Abraham nodded, and she continued.
"Also, I would stay away from magic until she feels more comfortable. Especially anything big and complex. And, I would-"
June was interrupted by a powerful shiver. A subtle shift was beginning to occur in her ooze. Her color was gradually becoming lighter, slowly returning to her original shade.
"Oh, she's turning faster than I expected," June muttered. "Okay, expedited version! Let's see...stay away from large bodies of water until she has better control over her solidity. It could be pretty dangerous for her if she can't control herself yet. Worst case scenario happens, yank her out with telekinesis, even if she loses mass. When she's more skilled and you're ready to start practicing with water, start small, with puddles and bathtubs and the like. I can help with that, later. Oh, and I really doubt that it's going to be a problem, but make sure you fuck her at least once a day, alright? She can still eat normal food for nutrients, but *you* are her main source of energy now, especially for magic."
Another powerful shudder coursed through June, her body having almost returned to its original color.
"Oh, this is really going to be something," she said excitedly. "Look here, see that?"
June pointed to a second, dark sphere inside her body, growing larger and more visible.
"That's Violet," she grinned. "Isn't she beautiful?"
Abraham just nodded, still in a daze. There were simply no words for this situation.
"Okay, last piece of advice!" June declared proudly, scooting back and pressing her back against the headboard of the bed. Despite having an entire person's worth of mass inside of her, she hardly looked different at all. "You ready for it?"
"I'm ready," Abraham affirmed.
"Brace yourself," June laughed. "She's going to be *really* hungry."
An even stronger shudder wracked June's body, making her gasp. Her body had returned to its original color, and she was transparent enough now that Abraham could see the second slime core - Violet's core - moving away from the center of June's body, down towards her legs.
"Here she comes," June moaned happily.
Between June's legs, a lighter shade of purple started to emerge, close to magenta. June's legs quivered and she spread them further apart as Violet's core exited her body, taking a position that made it seem like she was giving birth. Abraham supposed that wasn't far from the truth. Violet's life as a human was over - she was being reborn.
It happened surprisingly quickly. As June continued to moan and squirm, a magenta hand burst out from June's darker body, gripping the bed tightly and pulling itself forward. Then her head emerged, gasping for air, even though she didn't require it. As Violet pulled her new body into the world, she gasped and laughed. It was no longer the insane, delirious laughter she had as she was melting, but a simple, pleasant laugh, marveling at the wonder of it all.
Finally, her core was free, and she tumbled forward, now separate from her temporary host.
"Welcome back," Abraham said plainly. A confused, but delighted smile was plastered across his face.
"Well," Violet muttered, holding out her hands and examining her new, slimy form, "I guess I know what being born feels like now."
"Was it...bad?" he asked.
"Weird," his wife admitted. "Extremely weird. But good. I feel...alive." She looked back to the exhausted June, who smiled at her proudly. Violet gave her an approving nod.
Violet's eyes returned to her husband and drifted downwards, resting on his erect member. She felt her core throb at the sight, her mind instantly shifting to more primal instincts.
"It was good for you too, apparently," she said, grinning lewdly. "Did you enjoy watching me?"
The reborn Violet leaned forward and starting approaching her husband on all fours, her jelly breasts hanging low and swaying as she moved.
"Did you like the show we put on for you? Did you like watching your wife melt?" she purred, pushing him onto his back.
"Yes," he admitted with a hoarse laugh.
"Good," she said, reaching out for his cock. As her fingers wrapped around it, she recoiled a little, surprised by her own sensation.
"Even this feels different," she said, starting to play with him, coaxing his cock to grow even harder. "Everything is so different."
"You will get used to it soon enough," June explained, moving over to watch them.
"Hopefully not too soon," Violet said. "I want to savor this feeling."
Without another word, Violet lowered her head down and opened her mouth, enveloping her husband's shaft with her ooze. Where she normally would have stopped a ways down as he hit the back of her mouth, she no longer truly *had* a mouth, let alone a gag reflex. She ended up entirely engulfing him all the way down to his base.
"Violet!" he gasped.
"No more talking," she hushed, no longer needing her mouth to speak. "You can't understand it yet, but I'm burning up inside! I need to know what June was so excited about - I need you to *feed* me!"
He tried to say something, but whatever it was, Violet didn't hear it. It was as if her entire existence, her entire world, had been compressed to a single thing - hunger. Rationally, she knew what it was, of course - she needed spiritual energy. But actually experiencing the hunger for herself, in this unfamiliar new body? It was driving her wild.
She constricted her slime around his cock, surprising herself with how easy the motion felt. She hummed in delight as she bobbed up and down on him, slurping and squelching. Not yet familiar with her own solidity, a significant amount of her substance oozed and dripped off of her, coating the bed and her husband in sticky, magenta goo.
The experience was entirely novel for Abraham, as well. He stared dumbfounded at his wife's transparent body, watching her constrict and slurp on his cock. His shaft went straight through her head - if she adjusted her position a little, he might have cleanly skewered through her entire head.
He laughed. Finished thinking, Abraham surrendered himself to his wife's needs, giving in to the absurdity of the situation. He grabbed her the exterior of her head - gently, at first. Then he remembered that he didn't need to be gentle anymore. He experimentally gripped her with more force, and the tips of his fingers sank into her substance.
Violet moaned happily, and suddenly Abraham felt a strong suction on his fingers as Violet slurped on those, too.
The unfamiliar ecstasy very quickly proved to be too much, and Abraham didn't even have time to warn Violet as he started to pulse inside of her. But Violet didn't want a warning - she demanded his cum, and the energy it held.
Abraham groaned and squished his fingers into Violet, watching the cum shoot out of his dick in long strands. He was amazed at the volume, surprised he still had so much to give. Violet's eyes shot wide as she felt her lover spasm, and increased the tightness around him. She had control over every single drop of her substance, and she used every one of them to milk his throbbing cock. It was like running a million little tongues over him, all at once. She hadn't even truly tasted him yet, but already knew it was going to blow past her expectations.
Violet's slime core acted like a gravitational anomaly, catching her lover's seed as it shot through her, and slowly pulling it to the center of her body. Her husband watched it travel, utterly captivated. Violet finally released her husband's cock, looking down at her stomach curiously. June watched the new dark slime's face intently, eagerly anticipating her reaction.
And then, the white seed inside her body reached the dark core, and was sucked in. It was absorbed in the blink of an eye, the energy contained within it instantly processed.
"Gah!" Violet's hands clutched her head as she screamed in overwhelming satisfaction. As more white substance streamed into her dark core, she collapsed backwards, spasming so intensely that it almost looked as if she was seizing.
"Oh my," June giggled.
"Even our own first feeding wasn't as intense as a new convert," Ali sighed, having apparently regained consciousness to watch the final moments.
"I don't even have a phrase for this," Edi whistled. "That's fucking hot, right there."
Abraham laughed tiredly, unable to disagree. As exhausted as he was after his third orgasm, he was amazed at the effect he was having on Violet. Was it really *that* potent?
"YES!" Violet screamed, flashing the widest, lewdest grin he had ever seen. "FUCK! Fuck yes!"
She had finished absorbing all of the whiteness into her core, and now she knew. She knew why monsters went to the lengths that they did, why they tried so hard to convert people. She didn't even know if there was a word capable of describing her level of satisfaction - 'transcendent' seemed appropriate enough.
"More," she groaned. Her husband's energy mixing with her own was unbelievably tasty, but it was a drop in the bucket to what she *really* needed.
"I need more!" she repeated, pouncing forward and pinning Abraham down.
"Uh, honey, I'm not sure if I-"
Violet didn't care. She silenced him by pressing her lips against his, and used her right leg to envelop his softened shaft, repeating the same, intense gripping she had just used on him. He cried out in protest, but his moans and whimpers did not escape Violet's body.
"Should we intervene?" Ali asked out of concern for the helpless man.
"You crazy?" Eli protested. "This is when it's just getting good!"
"We can watch for a bit longer," June giggled. "Ali, Eli, I expect you to be taking notes on all of this."
"Of course!" Ali responded enthusiastically, another strand of slime growing out of her like an arm, making it look like she was saluting.
"Wait, what?" Eli mumbled. "We're getting tested?"
"Crap," she sighed, resigning herself to her fate as Abraham resigned himself to his. The first half of the couple's monsterization was complete. The second half was up to Violet, and would finish when she had stained enough of her husband's soul with her newfound demonic energy, turning him into an incubus and giving him a new suite of abilities.
"Love is a beautiful thing," June and Ali giggled simultaneously.
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A/N: \*Adjusts beret and takes a drag of cigarette\* Love is beautiful, man. Do you get it, man? Two people, coming together in such a trusting and intimate way...it's art, man.
Beatniks aside, I wanted to try something a little different with this one. With every story I write, I plan to try something new, however small. My first story was very loving and pure. Innocent, even. With this, I wanted to try portraying a couple that is already well-established and familiar with each other. And the dark slime presented an intriguing opportunity to try writing something wonderfully depraved. And isn't that what MGE is all about? Finding that right mix of lewd and lovely.
The *Scleratia Sophia*, Ilassa's seat of power, is named after the famous *Hagia Sophia.* The name for the real-world cathedral translates to 'Holy Wisdom', so I flipped the words to 'Unholy Wisdom', and voila. It seemed very fitting, given Ilassa's character. And of course the translation is probably wrong, but that's how these things are with Latin, you know?
With every story, I aim to convey what makes the species of mamono truly unique, and the dark slime had a lot to offer. What separates her from the normal slime is her very high intelligence and magical prowess, so I wrote June to have a prestigious position, and made her this court wizard kind of figure.
Of course, the 'melting human women into new dark slimes' aspect is probably their most extreme feature. Monsterization is usually a very rape-heavy idea, so I wanted to explore the idea of consensual melting. Ilassa served as a wonderful method to express that idea - her kingdom is built around peace and consent. I hope I did her character justice, even though she didn't have any direct dialogue.
The idea for Ali and Edi, June's sentient tentacles, came towards the end of the story, and I'm really glad I came up with that. It was actually very fun to write. Any slime can make tentacles, but as far as I'm aware, only the dark slime's tentacles have faces. Curiously, her entry doesn't mention this at all, so I just ran with my idea of them being partially separate entities, similar to the Jabberwock's extra mouths.
I think that's it. If you made it to the end, cheers, thanks for reading! What did you think of this story? |
Still Waters Ch. 07 | 4,667 | 4.82 | 1,943,429 | [
"sci-fi",
"fantasy",
"non-human",
"nonhuman"
] | *Readers,
I apologize for this, but I must be honest with you. I cannot finish this story. My heart is not in it. So, instead of writing something subpar, I've decided to just stop. In my entire short career as a writer, I've never left a story unfinished. Hopefully one day, i can come back and finish this one, but for right now, I am unable to continue.
I know that this is disappointing, and you may be upset, and i truly apologize. I'm hanging it up for now. If i write, it'll just be for myself. I will not add a story and find myself stuck and unable to continue.
To me, the characters in this story are real. Each one is a part of me, and the fact that this story has frozen tells me what I suspected all along, that I'm broken. At first, it seemed like it helped, but now nothing comes to me, and the added stress from being unable to finish has caused the anxieties that I deal with daily to increase. I'm healing, but it will take time. Please feel free to enjoy all of my previous works. Again, I apologize for letting you all down.
Without further angst, there is the final part I've written. I hope you enjoy.*
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Chapter 7
Tia sat in her office. She could not help but worry about Deacon. She could only imagine the pain her son was in. she felt his hurt. She could also feel the anger emanating from her mate. Tia closed her eyes and prayed to Luna for peace, if only for a moment. No sooner than her brief prayer ended that her phone rang and it was Dallas.
"Hey, I know you're worried but right now everything is fine. Olivia didn't go through with the abortion and she and Deacon have gone to her apartment to talk. I'm staying at the alpha home." Dallas paused.
Tia knew this was hard for him. Her mate was a fixer. If anything went wrong with his cubs, he fixed it. This situation was not one he could fix.
"Dallas, what is it?" Tia asked. She knew he was holding something back.
"Her father, Jebutu. I want to hate him, but I can't. He is just like me, a father trying to protect his child. There is something about him that makes me want to know more. Yet, I'm so angry at this girl, and a part of me blames him and his mate. If they were so concerned, why allow their daughter the freedom to get caught in this predicament." Dallas paused again. Tia swallowed. For years, she never saw this side of her mate. He was judgmental. A apart of her wondered if she had met him years ago when she struggled to survive, what would he have thought of her?
"I'm sorry." Dallas whispered. "I'm wrong for thinking that, but Deacon did not do anything wrong here. Olivia is a beautiful young woman, and I can see that she loves her parents and hates disappointing them. Her father is tortured by this. In my mind, I want to blame him, but he is as upset as I am with his daughter's decision. I can't talk to him yet." Dallas paused.
Tia listened. She knew this was hard for him, but for now Deacon needed him with him. "I'm not gonna stay for very long, but Deacon has to stay here. I will make sure everything is settled before I leave. Babe, how are you? I know you're working."
Tia smiled, "I'm fine. I miss you though. Take as long as you need and make sure Deacon is ok. This girl, Olivia, Evangeline really respects her."
Dallas sighed, "She's beautiful, Tia. She is also very young. Her parents are very firm." Dallas paused.
"Dallas, listen, rest and try not to worry." Tia whispered. Dallas sighed. "ok." They hang up and Tia finished her shift. Soon, a beta arrived to drive her home.
Tia smiled as she entered her small home. Apparently while she was at work, Evangeline and Declan straighten up for her. She smiled and retired to her bedroom. Across the compound in their own private space, Declan slept with his mate tucked safely I his arms. Evangeline snuggled deep into her mates arms. She dreamed. In her dreams she was eight years old and fishing with her dad.
*"Vange, girl when you bait your hook, leave the end of the worm danglin' so the fish can see it wiggle. They're sure to bite. We gone catch is a mess of perch for dinner. Momma gone be happy tonight."* Evangeline smiled and cast out her line. As she sat by her father, he hummed. Evangeline hummed along with him in her sleep.
At Jackson, Bertha dreamed too. But for the first time in months, the dreams weren't sad. She dreamed of her daughters. She was in an audience watching ach one give a speech. She was so proud of them, and then at the end, her Willie stepped out on stage and blew her a kiss. In her mind she heard him say, *"Bertha, live. You have so many more years and adventures ahead of you. Don't stop living just because I'm not standing here. I'm with you always."*She woke up. Something truly shifted inside if her and for some reason she felt the need to just go and explore.
Getting out of bed., Bertha went for a run. Shifting into her glorious wolf, she dashed across the plains. Bertha ran faster than she ever had before. There was no one in sight, just her, the stars and the sliver of moon light. She ran until she was exhausted, collapsing beneath a Great Oak near the river.
"Soon, she realized she was not alone. Becoming alert, bertha looked around. It was then she saw him. He stood and waited before taking a tentative step in her direction.
Bertha knew who he was, and for a moment, she was afraid. He shifted. He waited, Bertha shifted back to her human form. "It's good to see you out and about Bertha, I heard about Willie, I'm sorry." He whispered.
Bertha was still wary. This is Jackson property. Why are you trespassing?" bertha demanded.
The male smiled, "That's simple, many decades ago, I left the woman that should have been mine behind when I should have stayed. I followed my alpha. That mistake led to her finding a mate elsewhere. So I had to always and forever will be my woman. I'm here to stake my claim. You will mate with me woman, because we have always belonged together."
Bertha was speechless. "Leave, go home, now." She ordered in her sternness voice.
He smiled, "Has you ice queen routine ever scared me, Bertha? No and it doesn't now. You see, I know what it takes to make you melt, and soon, my future mate, we will explore those passions together."
"Look, Simon, you need to leave. I'm sure Alpha Ryelle has no idea that you are here." She added.
Simon smiled, "Yes he does, and he gave me permission to stay as long as I need to."
Bertha stood and frowned. She needed to get away from him. Shifting she took off. The echoes of his laughter following as she ran back to the safety of her home.
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Earlier that night, Deacon sat on a stool in Olivia's apartment. She was silent. He said nothing. Olivia stared out into the darkness. There was nothing she could say that would erase the tension between them.
"Why? Why would you do that Olivia?" Deacon asked, breaking the silence in the room.
Olivia faced him. She didn't know how to answer. The decision she made was not easy, but she really believed it was her best choice. "Years ago my father got a woman pregnant. She ran and took the baby with her. Father didn't know he had a son, and my brother was raised by another wolf family. After that mistake, father was very careful, cautious. For years, I've been taught to be responsible. I've been taught to not take risk. You surprised me and I never thought beyond the moment.
When I realized I was pregnant, I was terrified. All of my life, I've never disappointed my parents. I was afraid that this time, I had. I was trying to find a way to fix this mistake, but I made the situation much worse."
Deacon was silent. You don't have to keep the baby, Olivia. When he or she is born, I will take the baby with me. Your life does not need to be affected in any way by this."
"You see, you're wrong." Olivia turned and faced him. "At that clinic today, I could not hurt my child. For the first time, I understood what it meant to have someone totally dependent on you for their survival, and I changed my mind. I'm a mom , Deacon. As a Mom, I will raise my child. So we need to figure something out. We co-parent, or ewe find a way to live together, because, I am not giving him up."
Deacon sighed, a part of him was relieved, but would Olivia change her mind once again.
Bertha awoke the next morning and went for a walk. She ended up at the lake. She sat for a moment, simply staring at the water. There were a few ripples, but just like always the lake was mostly still. She was not alone for every long. "Deacon, you didn't have to follow me down here." Olivia added annoyed.
Deacon sighed, "I just didn't want you down here by yourself."
"I know you don't trust me, but this is not necessary Deacon." Olivia added, clearly annoyed. Bertha didn't mean to listen, but they were so loud she could not help but hear. The two talked some more then left.
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Bertha decided to go home, when once again, she heard a familiar voice. "I knew you'd come here?" Simon whispered. Old Willy loved fishing. He sat beside her and took her hand. Sit down, bertha, let's talk."
Bertha started to refuse, when he smiled. I'm not leaving until we talk."
"Fine, Simon, talk." Bertha huffed. Simon chuckled. His Bertha had not changed one bit.
"You were always so driven. I wasn't surprised when Alphonso found you and brought you home that you were loyal to him. For a while, I thought there was more between the two of you." Simon sighed. "If I was dark, would you have given me a chance?" Simon asked.
Bertha looked away. Simon, your color was not an issue for me. You were a slave just like I was. I saw how they beat you every day until you managed to escape. Deep down, a part of me wished I could have gone with you, and a few years later, I got my chance. Don't get me wrong. I loved Alpha Bertrand and Madam Serene, but they abandoned us in the height of our fight because they did not want to take sides. I have not forgotten. I realized then that we must fight for ourselves."
Simon waited. "Call me by my real name."
"What? I haven't used your name in over a century." Bertha sighed.
"Please, I just need to hear it for once." Simon whispered.
"Symeon, Symeon Roundtree" Bertha whispered.
Simon smiled. "I love the way you say my name. I am here Bertha, and I'm not leaving. I made a mistake by leaving years ago, but now I'm here to take what's mine."
Bertha stood and stepped away from her friend. "I'm not the girl I used to be. I'm older, now, and much wiser. You may not like the woman I have become."
Simon sighed. "I've changed too. Change can be a good thing. Just give it a chance, bertha. Give me a chance."
Bertha sighed, "I have to go, but I'll think about it." Then she left. Simon took a moment and sat. Staring at the water, he remembered times in the past. He remembered leaving with the Alpha Bertrand. Bertha thought he left because he didn't want to fight for their cause, but in truth he left to avoid prison. Unbeknownst to the Jackson pack, when several prominent members of charlotte society disappeared, Simon was the cause of their disappearance. By leaving, he was never caught. Now time had passed, and he was ready to settle. He wanted to settle with the one woman he was willing to kill for.
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*Again, if I can finish this, then one day I will. But for right now, I must stop.
IR2R*e. |
Stocking Tops Pt. 02 | 33,402 | 4.71 | 328,703 | [
"licking",
"real silk stockins",
"stocking tops",
"slippery nylon",
"pussy odor",
"six-clip suspender"
] | Chapter 1
Returning to England with Victoria Peach, Lee thought his mother was becoming so disgusting. Twice he'd come across Victoria in bed with her sister Marlene and brother-in-law Clan (Clancy), all of them nude, sweating and red-faced, attempting to roll back under the sheet undetected and begin to idly chat about the weather. He'd also became aware as soon as the twins had caught the school bus the two women returned and disappeared into the master bedroom, locking the door.
Lee was quite relieved to be heading home, because the neighbours Chrome and her mother were banging away with him at least every other day, never together, and leaving him rather drained. They'd also stopped wearing stockings when with him, claiming his penchant for licking stocking tops was allowing them to come off the boil before they received his full attention. In both saying that it was obvious they had intimate discussions about him.
Victoria awoke from a brief nap and automatically pulled Lee's hands between her legs.
"Play with me," she whispered.
"Lee could smell pussy so guessed she'd boarded without panties. Because it was a night flight and they were in business class he could comfortably lick the flesh about her stocking tops, which she'd been accustomed to him doing for as long as he could remember. This time, however, although she squirmed and panted a little, she failed to achieve orgasm. She busied around folding his and her blankets, working them under her putt and added his and her pillows so she now really presented herself to him.
"Tongue my pussy."
Lee was not used to her commanding him like this. He thought obviously sex games in Los Angeles with his brother-in-law and sister had raised the bar for her. He disappointed her by saying no, he could not do that because while it was accepted behaviour within some circles for mothers to be unrestricted when teaching their children about sex he was now an adult and believed he could not sink into incestuous behaviour by penetrating her pussy.
"Oh well," she sighed. "Let me know when you change your mind." She then settled and went to sleep.
Victoria awoke an hour later and was restless. She shook her son awake to lick her stocking tops while she worked her fingers until achieving release and then thanked Lee with a sweet kiss and delivered several endearments into his ear and then fluttered her tongue around that ear hole, leaving her amused son wondering whether he should continue to call her darling mother or change to call her darling whore.
His father met them at the airport, greeted his almost estranged son back home and smiled, one arm cupped around to his wife's left breast and said, "I have been in conference with Headmaster, first to threaten legal action if you weren't issued with your leaving certificate and awards as you were entitled to on graduation had you not been expelled. I then held out a cheque made out to Headmaster's Fund which he read before I demanded the record of you being expelled should stand but the reason for it being noted simply as 'misbehaviour' and every other record referring to you being found in bed with that other senior student, both wearing stockings, be expunged. He wavered so I increased the donation from two thousand pounds to five thousand pounds and the slimy frog capitulated."
"Thank you pater, I mean dad."
"Accepted my son. I now require you to work in one of my companies under a responsible chief executive who will keep an eye on you, Mrs Islington-Scott, informally called by my directors who know her as 'Ball-breaker".
"Oh no Albert, not with Martha Islington-Scott," Victoria winced. "She rules with an iron glove."
Albert grinned and said hadn't he made a remarkably intelligent decision. "Lee sit with Mrs James, I have some business matters to talk over with your mother.
Lee sat in the front with the chauffeur. He'd chatted to the 30-year-old Mrs James as she stowed the luggage and mentioned she had lovely legs and he was a fan of stocking tops. She smiled without comment but when Mrs James pulled up her skirt as she got behind the wheel she pulled it level with her hips and whispered: "You will go far, young man. My husband rarely displays and interest in what I wear."
They were seated too far apart to touch but Lee still thought it was a lovely welcome back on to English soil.
Mrs James had ninety minutes to kill before she was to take Albert and Victoria Peach and Albert's CEO and wife to Manchester for British trade and industry presentation of awards at dinner that evening. Standing at his bedroom window Lee watched her walk into his mother's rose garden and sit in the small pavilion. The pavilion was not in site from the first level of the house. He called the kitchen and asked the assistant to prepare a pot of coffee to two and butter two scones, knowing cook made scones after serving breakfast every morning, whether the family was in residence of not.
Lee arrived at the pavilion and watched Mrs James' eyes widen with delight at the smell of fresh coffee and the sight of still warm scones dripping with butter.
"I suppose this service is to induce me to show you my stocking tops," she smiled, although her lips remained rather compressed, cautioning Lee against saying a confident yes.
"The thought had not entered my mind," he said casually and caught the flash of white teeth as a smile pulled her lips apart.
"Do you ever see your mummy's stocking tops?" she asked as if almost in jest and dropped the scone she was being offered back on to the plate in shock when told, "Almost every day, sometimes twice a day."
After retrieving the half of scone in slightly trembling fingers she searched his face looking for the truth and appeared satisfied. "I've long known males like you exist but they have eluded me."
"Eluded?"
"Absolutely. I get more than a flutter when seeing a man admiring my body."
"What, a really good orgasm?"
Mrs James's face coloured a beautiful pink. "You know a great deal for someone who's only recently left boarding school."
"I learn about things that interest me. I even believe you'll allow me to lick your stocking tops."
Although Mrs James's breasts appeared rather small, Lee watched her chest suddenly indicate a higher breathing rate, pulling her partway to producing orgasms if she would permit that. He knew if she decided no way would she allow him to touch her then that was it. However, if he manfully carried her along verbally in all probability she'd submit. She had to be stroked and plucked like a guitar. It was a tough call but he thought his skill level was incrementally increasing each time he sexually confronted a female.
Several females other than his mother had told Lee he was unbelievably good for a young guy as most men had difficulty in displaying charm and sensitivity when fondling women. Although Mrs James had flashed her thighs at him in the car at the airport and now knew he had a thing about stockings, there remained a bridge to be crossed before he'd be allowed to touch her. Basically it meant over-riding her restraints by dominating her mind with the thoughts that he'd be appreciative and they would feel mutually rewarded.
He though she might react best to a full-on approach. "Mrs James I'd find it pleasurable if you were to guide my hands on to your thighs, knowing that my touch would warm you to the core. There is no need to pull up your skirt, unless you want to see my naïve reaction. You will have younger and smoother thighs that my mother. What a wonderful way to start our day."
"You are sick, weird but wonderful," Mrs James laughed. "I'll sit on the table. Lick anything you find but that's all. I have no wish to be found in a compromising situation. I believe I'll see anyone approaching through the gaps in the shrubbery before they turn the corner and come into direct view."
Lee felt like sucking her toes but she was wearing lace-up mid-calf boots. Another time perhaps. Her thighs were rather plump to really appeal but the bulge of white flesh over the stocking tops got him worked enough to begin a dribble-coated lick from the side of her knee and upwards to that exposed flesh. She worked her hands into his hair and moved them, indicating she was pleased at his performance. Lee beavered away, not really going anywhere once he'd reached the pad of flesh and felt it heating up. Her pussy odour increased and her heavier breathing had become noticeable. Suddenly she convulsed and pushed his away.
"Get away from me you filthy boy," she snapped.
Lee turned and walked away, feeling the rejection because it rarely happened once he had his hands by consent on silky thighs. He didn't look back although she was now whining, "I'm sorry, please come back...PLEASE!"
Lee was smart enough to know he hadn't really been rejected. Mrs James had messed her pants and simply had reacted badly, blaming herself for messing around with a kid and feeling she'd branded herself a slut. At the branch on the pathway he turned left and walked to the kitchen. He found Mrs Anthony the cook reading a woman's magazine.
"Good morning Lee, how was America? I heard you were due home with Mrs Peach this morning."
"Hi Mrs Anthony. Want to fuck?"
"Lee! Good gracious young man. That is the worst possible way to win a rejection. What is wrong with you?"
"I suddenly feel horny."
"Ah, those flight attendants bending over the seats ahead of you eh? Well, you are young so enjoy it while its lasts. Within a could of years you won't take much notice of women as they work."
"Please Mrs Anthony."
"Ah, that's better."
"Mrs Anthony, you were the first pussy I ever entered and you always said if I want..."
"Oh all right. It seems you are in a hurry to get a shot away," she said, leading him into the pantry and looking the door before dropping her trousers and pulling down her briefs. She lent over the tiny table and turned and grinned as she heard Lee open his zip.
"Oooh," she said fingering herself. "Careful now and think about giving me satisfaction as well otherwise I may just as well cut a hole in a juicy steak for you to pound into."
A few minutes later the 43-year-old stood up red-faced and puffing. "That was excellent – I do believe those American women have taught you a thing or two."
"That you Mrs..."
"Come on, you're a young man now. Call me Jill even in front of your parents. Your mother probably suspects we do it anyway."
When they returned to the kitchen Lee made them coffee and sat chatting, neither of them mentioning what had just happened because there was no need. Jill was one of those women who believed she was put on Earth to be banged and Lee knew she could see he was grateful as he was now completely relaxed and being so nice to her.
After Lee's parents left for in the limo for Manchester Lee called a local periodic companion. He thought he'd take her to a movie and find out what was happening within the local sect of mutual friends – apart from sex and drinking binges.
The call was answered.
"Hi, Cindy. How are your stockings?"
"Straight and not laddered I would hope."
"Like to do a movie, chat over dinner and perhaps ball?"
"That sounds lovely so who's speaking?"
"It's Lee, you idiot. Are your tight thighs squeezing your ability to recognize my voice?"
"Lee Peach, Victoria's son?"
A chill ran through Lee's heart at he realized he'd blown it. It was Cindy's mother, not Cindy who'd answered the phone. Cindy would never ask was he Victoria Peach's son.
"Er, Mrs Kibby-Johnson?"
"Yes Lee, how intelligent it was of you to deduce I'm not my daughter."
"Mrs Kibby-Johnson please accept my apologies for talking so openly with you like that?"
"Exactly what atrocities have you performed on my youngest daughter Lee?"
"Er, she wears beautiful stay-up stockings, we sometimes go out to dinner together and er, by balling, that is er, a colloquialism for er, dancing."
"Cindy has gone overnight with her father to visit her paternal grandparents."
"Oh, that's fine Mrs Kibby-Johnson. Good afternoon."
"Don't you dare cut this call young man. I am home alone and would very much like to substitute for my daughter to be taken to a movie, to dine somewhere discreet and to be balled by you. If you say no I could complain to your mother and certainly to Cindy but I must confess that bitchiness doesn't sit well with me. So you have the choice of thumbing your nose at me at me or alternatively acting as a gentlemen by coming to my home at 7:00 for a drink before you take me to a movie."
Lee, who'd never met Cindy's mother guessed she'd be couth and probably quite good looking for an older woman because Cindy, who was eighteen, was a beauty with a lovely body including sensational legs. He swallowed and decided to take the plunge.
"I shall call at 7:00 Mrs Kibby-Johnson. My mother has told me a thousand times to be polite to women who are charming and non-threatening. Good afternoon."
\* \* \*
Lee pushed the door button to the Kibby-Johnston's home on the dot of 7:00, knowing the home although substantial was not large enough to accommodate live-in household help so expected madam herself to answer the door. The husband could afford the impeccable house in a premium location because he was senior partner in a law firm.
Madam did indeed open the door and Lee's heart missed a beat. She was tall, probably just short of forty, beautifully coiffured and perfumed, a wide face with a wide and generously-lipped mouth and a bust that almost took his breath away. A quick look down produced a disappointment because she was not wearing stockings.
"Well, well – we meet at last, she purred," taking his arm and almost pulling him into the hallway. Mrs Kibby-Johnson's grip changed to his hand and she led up the stairs.
"As I expect you to be doing indescribable things to me this evening, please call me Harriett."
Lee swallowed as his mind tried to picture what she would rate as being indescribable.
"Certainly," he gulped, imagining plunging down the canyon otherwise called her throat and his hands held straight down and loaded with the heavy mass of her breasts, rubbery nipples worming around against his palms desperate for attention. His entire body shook and he felt giddy as blood rushed to his lower extremities.
They entered the master bedroom as then into her dressing room that was the size of the average person's bedroom, not that Lee knew many people who are 'average'.
"I'm ready to go apart from the pièce de résistance."
Lee looked at her blankly. If they were ready to go why haven't they left when they met at the front door? Oh, perhaps she wanted to put on her knickers?
Harriett pulled up her skirt and he blinked, not at the fact that she wasn't wearing knickers but the size of her blonde thicket. In his limited (very limited) experience natural blondes were usually far less hairy than non-blondes. Still, it had a distinctive centre-line part so that was something.
"My stockings – you choose," she said, pinging one of her elastic suspender straps in mild embarrassment or mild stress.
Ah, the penny dropped and Lee expertly appraised the twelve packs of stockings lined along the ironing board. Harriet was pressed up alongside him and he knew she was watching for reaction. He slowly licked his lip and distinctly heard her sigh and tremor. He allowed the excitement build for both of them now that she'd confirmed by her intense interest that she shared a stocking fetish. Twice he picked up a packet but replaced it when not detecting a reaction.
Lee then picked up the pair he'd already selected when first glancing at the line-up and began hardening against his briefs at the thought of watching Harriett putting them on, that is if she'd allowed that. As his hands touched that pack he heard Harriett's deep draw of breath and smiled, knowing she'd already decided to put on a one-man show and he knew he was the lucky guy. He handed her the pack and said without reading the over-printing, "French-made 15 denier, low cut with silver seam, pointed heel. Superb."
She held them over her rounded belly – well, what else could a guy expect? he mused. She'd had two kids and would socialize a great deal and probably engaged in little physical activity beyond the bedroom.
She drew a hand across both nipples and said, "I'd love you to sit and watch me put them on."
"I bet," he grinned. "Mind if I unzip?"
She appeared astonished that one so young would think of such a thing let alone brazenly ask for consent She licked her top lip and said of course she wouldn't mind, in fact she'd be flattered?
"Splattered? Then you'll have to stand closer," he grinned. She didn't pretend to be shocked and said nothing, just flashing him a smile to communicate he was pleasing her.
Lee raced to unzip to release pressure, aware that this was his first encounter with a woman whose focus on the sexuality of stockings was at least as intent as his interest. As she looked up after removing the three stockings from the pack, her eyes widened when she noticed the amount protruding beyond his cupped hand. She returned the spare stocking to the pack and sat on her stool at the dresser and faced him and lifted a leg presumably unaware she was displaying a damp spot on her abundant display of blonde hair. Moving with the great deliberation of a woman teasing to the max, Harriet slowly drew on both stockings, clipping on the six clips, standing and adjusting the tension of the straps, her eyes more on what Lee was doing than feasting on the non-stretch nylon encasing her still rather nice legs and enhancing them.
She pulled up her skirt level with her hips and Lee nodded warmly and began stuffing his erection away.
"Don't hurt yourself."
He grinned and she replied with a gorgeous smile. At that point he knew that although Cindy was a greater charmer she was outshone by her mother who just oozed with sexiness.
"My breasts, you are displaying no interest in them?" she asked as they walked from the bedroom and she took his arm.
"Breasts are okay and yours look great but my interests lies elsewhere."
"Sockings?" she asked with a knowing smile.
"Stocking tops actually," he corrected and felt the surge of excitement leaping through her in a transfer of energy between their arms.
To be continued |
Stepdaughters Visit Ch. 06 | 14,544 | 4.63 | 2,189,704 | [
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] | On my way home from Danni's Sunday evening I suddenly realised that I'd forgotten to talk to her about not mentioning Talia to her mother. I made a mental note to mention it the next time I saw her and hoped it wasn't mentioned in the mean time.
I had thought about exchanging phone numbers with Danni but thinking it through, thought better of it. If we could contact each other direct I could see it causing problems and lead to secrets being kept from Jane. Best leave things as they are I thought.
It was the following Thursday evening when I walked in to the lounge and found Jane in conversation on her phone. I soon realised it was Danni she was talking to so rather than listen to one side of the conversation, something that always annoyed me, I left her to it and went for a shower.
Twenty minutes later I found Jane still on the phone and I was just about to leave her to it when I heard her saying goodbye to Danni.
"That was a long chat, what's up?" I asked.
"Oh dear, well it looks like Danni and Sam are no more," Jane replied.
"Ah... well to be honest I'm not that surprised," I said.
"I think you will be surprised when I tell you what's happened. It turns out that Sam is Gay!" Jane said.
"Oh... You're right I am surprised, I didn't see that coming," I said genuinely surprised.
"Me neither. Apparently although Sam knew from an early age that he was gay, because of his parents being rather strait-laced and by the sounds of it openly homophobic he thought he could subdue it somehow and lead a straight life," Jane explained.
"That's terrible, he must of gone through hell, poor lad," I said.
"Yeah I know, it's so wrong," Jane said.
"So how does Danni feel about it?" I asked.
"She's upset of course but she feels relieved in a way. At least she knows why they were having problems," Jane said.
"Yeah it was never going to work was it. Has Sam come out to his parents then?" I asked.
"No, Danni said he's terrified of how they'll react," Jane said, "He thinks they'll disown him."
"I don't understand how any parent could disown their own son for being gay! It's just crazy," I said.
"Yeah I know. I mean it's like Danni telling me she's a lesbian! I can't imagine it would make any difference to me. I'd love her just the same," Jane said sincerely.
The mention of Danni being a lesbian made me immediately think of her and Talia together. I chastised myself for having such thoughts at such an inappropriate time.
"Well I just hope when they do find out, he finds he's wrong and they understand. So all these work trips, where they just a cover for what he was really up to?" I asked.
"No not at all, he really was working. Which reminds me... I said you would pop round and see her, you know, cheer her up," Jane said with a knowing smile, "Sam's away again this weekend."
"...Perhaps we should both go," I suggested, thinking Danni would need her mum.
"Nooo I don't think so, if she needs me she can always call. When shall I tell her you'll be round, Friday night?" Jane asked.
"Yeah sure if that suits her," I answered trying not to appear too keen.
"I already know that's okay with her but I'll send her a text anyway," Jane said.
In any other circumstances I would probably feel annoyed that decisions were being made for me but I wasn't about to complain over this one...
Nine o'clock Friday evening I was on my way to Danni's once again. What was in store for me tonight I wondered? Would it be Danni alone or would Talia be there again? Not knowing just added to the excitement.
"Hello!" Danni greeted after opening the door.
Her blue eyes sparkled as she looked up at me, her long blond hair cascading down over her shoulders that were covered by a white bathrobe.
"Come in, I've already poured you a glass of coke, I hope that's okay?" Danni said.
Sitting down in my usual seat in the lounge and seeing my glass of coke along with one glass of wine on the small coffee table made it obvious we were alone.
"So how are you Danni? I heard about Sam," I said.
"Yeah bit of a shock, but I'm fine. I guess I was annoyed at first but when I realised how difficult it's been for Sam I just feel really sorry for him. Not for being gay, I don't mean that, but what he's been through," Danni said with a sorrowful look on her face.
"I think that's really understanding of you. Where does that leave the two of you? You still going to live together?" I asked.
"For the time being yeah but I'm not sure what we'll do yet. Obviously there's no future for us as a couple," Danni explained.
"That's quite sad when you say it like that. Sorry Danni!" I said.
"Well you know things weren't right, It's a sort of a relief to know why now," Danni said and took a sip of her wine.
"Tell Sam if he ever needs to talk, he knows where I am," I said.
"Yeah I will, thank you," Danni said, "Anyway shall we get started!"
Danni sprang to her feet, her bare feet, and motioned for me to stand. Taking me by the hand she lead me to the foot of the stairs.
Very quietly she said, "Tonight you're going to be the doctor," and then in a much louder voice, "OH THANK YOU FOR COMING DOCTOR, IT'S MY FREIND TALIA, SHE'S REALLY ILL."
I had to smile, the girl was always surprising me. I followed her up the stairs.
"Oh thank you for coming Doctor, I feel so ill," Talia said as Danni led me in to her bedroom.
Talia was propped up in bed with a couple of pillows. Her shoulders were bare above the quilt except for her bra straps.
"Hello Talia," I greeted her, trying desperately to slip in to my new role.
"So what seems to be the problem," I asked sitting down on the edge of the double bed.
"It's my chest Doctor, it really aches," Talia said.
"Well lets have a look shall we," I said reaching for the quilt.
I pulled the cover down to her naval exposing a whit bra, her large dark areola visible through the thin lacy material and her nipples trying to push their way through.
"I afraid I've forgotten my stethoscope, I'll have to examine you the old fashioned way," I said.
Placing my ear against Talia's skin just above her left breast I smelt her fresh fragrant aroma. Moving down so my right cheek was flat against her ample bosom I could hear her heart beating faster than was normal.
"I think we need to remove your bra Talia, perhaps you could help Danni," I suggested.
Talia leaned forward to allow Danni to unclip her bra. Talia's heavy breasts dropped down slightly and wobbled as she leaned back.
"I hope my hands aren't too cold, now tell me if it hurts," I said.
Placing both my hands below her breasts I slid them up her warm body until they slipped under her hanging mounds.
"Does that hurt?" I asked as I gently squeezed.
"No not at all," Talia said with a smile, enjoying the contact.
Standing up I stood beside Talia so I could reach down and cup her breasts in my hands. Gently bouncing them I ran my thumbs over her nipples. Talia sighed.
"I'm sorry is that hurting you?" I asked but continued to flick her nipples with my thumbs.
"No that feels so good... I mean no that doesn't hurt," Talia answered suddenly remembering to play along.
Pulling my hands up further I felt her stiff little buds rake across my palms. While continuing to play with Talia's large breasts I watched Danni, who had perched herself at the bottom of the bed, squeeze her own tits through her bathrobe.
"Well that all seems to be very nice, I mean that all seems to be fine. So we need to check your temperature but unfortunately I've forgotten to bring a thermometer...We'll have to do it the old fashioned way," I said.
"What's the old fashion way Doctor?" Danni asked, an excited look on her face.
"It's not something everyone can do, it takes years of practice," I started to explain while undoing my jeans.
Both girls watched me strip naked, "Fortunately I'm something of an expert, it all comes down to sensitivity of certain parts of the body," I said.
Now standing beside the bed completely naked I could see both of them staring at my semi erect penis. Climbing up onto the bed I straddled Talia's legs that were still covered by the quilt and carefully knelt down.
Danni moved around to the other side of the bed to get a better view, "Are you sure this is appropriate Doctor?" she asked, a big grin on her face.
"Oh yes it's quite professional I assure you. You see as the penis is sensitive to temperature, all we have to do is pop it between Talia's lips and leave it there a while and I should be able to determine if she's running a temperature or not," I really didn't know where I was getting this rubbish from.
Talia already had her mouth wide open as I held my rapidly growing erection to her lips and slipped the knob between them, "Now Talia I need you to keep nice and still and keep your lips tight around my penis," I said.
"Phew, I feel really hot now," Danni said sitting up next to Talia and pulling her robe open, "I think I might be running a temperature too."
I looked across, my eyes immediately drawn to her bare chest, "We'll have to check your temperature as well," I said staring at her perfect little tits.
"I'm can't quite feel it yet Talia, just hold still and I'll readjust slightly," I said unable to take my eyes off of Danni's breasts.
I gently pushed my penis a little deeper into Talia's mouth and then with very short strokes began a slow fucking motion, "Ah that's better, I can feel...mmm...I can feel something now," I said.
"Such a shame you forgot your thermometer Doctor," Danni said almost laughing.
"No matter, where there's a will there's a way," I replied, "As I suspected Talia is rather hot."
I pulled my now fully erect penis from Talia's mouth, the knob glistened in the light from a mixture of saliva and pre cum.
"Okay Danni, shall we check you now?" I said.
"Oh Yes Please Doctor, I mean... if you think it's necessary," Danni said with enthusiasm.
"Oh yes I think we must," I said moving to kneel astride her, "Open wide."
Danni looked up into my eyes as my engorged knob slipped between her red lips, "Good girl now keep your lips tight around my penis," I said.
Talia played with her own big breasts while she watched me slowly fuck her friends mouth, "Does she have a temperature as well Doctor?" she asked.
"I'm not, aaah... I'm not sure yet... ooooh!" I muttered with pleasure, "Perhaps you could help me Talia, only I've lost some sensitivity."
"Yes of course," Talia said looking up at me enthusiastically, "What do you want me to do?"
"If you could hold my testicles it should help," I said.
"Okay," Talia replied and wasting no time jumped up on to her knees.
Her breasts pressed against my side as her right hand slid over and under my buttocks to caress my heavy balls, " Is that okay Doctor?" she asked.
"Yes yes that's perfect," I answered, "I'm feeling something now... that's it... just a little longer."
Pushing deeper into Danni's mouth and then withdrawing until her lips just covered the tip I continued to slowly fuck her. With Talia gently playing with my balls I could of easily shot my load so it wasn't long before I had to stop...
"Yes I'm afraid you do seem to have a temperature as well Danni," I said pulling my cock from Danni's warm mouth, "So I'd better examine both of you further to find out what the problem is."
"Can you do me first please Doctor?" Danni very quickly volunteered.
Climbing from the bed I stood next to Danni who was almost laying flat, her head and shoulders raised slightly supported by a pillow. Her white bathrobe was still pulled wide open showing her slim naked body, unlike her friend she wore no knickers.
It was only then that I noticed that Talia was wearing lacy white panties that matched her bra. Her bush of dark pubic hair was easily discernable through the thin material and there was a small wet patch between her thighs.
Talia laid to Danni's right in a similar position as her friend. Both of them smiled with an excited anticipation as they waited on my next move, their eyes darting between my face and my proud erection that stood firmly to attention.
"Okay Danni as I examine you I want you to tell me if it hurts or feels sensitive to my touch," I said.
Starting with her breasts, cupping each in my hands and gently squeezing, I could feel her stiff little nipples scrape against my palms.
"I want you to take hold of my penis with your hand so I can monitor your pulse," I said, "That's it, now hold it firmly."
My cock twitched under the touch of her small hand and fingers as she squeezed. Keeping my right hand on her left breast I ran the other down the side of her body down to her hip and further down to the outside of her right thigh.
Glancing over, I could see the wet patch on Talia's white panties had grown larger and looking up her body saw her playing with her own nipples while her eyes focused on my cock.
"That feels quite sensitive just there Doctor," Danni said as my fingers brushed against her pussy lips.
"Ah yes, I think we're getting to the root of the problem now," I said.
"Is there, Ooooh... is there something wrong down there, Mmmm... Doctor?" Danni asked as my finger stroked up between her pussy lips.
"Your vagina is extremely wet and I can feel your pulse quickening," I said.
"Oh dear... is that, oooo... is that, oooh... not right Doctor," Danni said her breathing becoming a little laboured.
I pushed my middle finger between her protruding pussy lips and eased it up her tight wet hole while my palm rubbed against her clitoris. Her hand, still wrapped around my penis now pulled and pushed the foreskin over my rock hard shaft.
"If I'm right I don't think there's too much to worry about, I just need to confirm my diagnosis by examining Talia," I said withdrawing my finger.
"Oh Good," Talia said with a broad smile.
Danni playfully held on to my cock as I tried to pull away, "You can let go of my penis now Danni," I said as we exchanged smiles.
"Oh sorry Doctor," she said but still held on for another couple of seconds.
When she finally let go I walked around to the other side of the bed. I couldn't resist a sniff of the finger that had been up her juicy little cunt.
"Okay Talia lets get these panties off shall we," I said.
"Yes Doctor," Talia agreed eagerly, she was already pushing her knickers down.
Watching her big tits wobbling around I pulled her white lacy panties down her legs and off over her pretty little feet.
"Ah yes, good girl," I said when her hand grabbed hold of my cock without any prompting, "That's it, hold it firmly.
"Yes Doctor, I will," Talia said with a dirty smile.
"Now we've already examined your chest so," I didn't get the chance to finish when Talia butted in.
"Oh no, please, don't you think you should double check Doctor, I mean you might of missed something," she said realising I wasn't going to examine her chest again.
"Well okay, perhaps you're right, it wouldn't hurt to check would it," I said, more than happy to oblige.
Placing my hands on her large mounds I explored every millimetre of the soft warm flesh, her nipples seemed harder than ever against my palms. Danni watched every move while she played with her own stiff nipples as though imagining it was my hands touching them rather than her own.
As I had done with Danni I kept one hand on Talia's breast while running the other down her body, "Be sure to tell me if it hurts or anything feels sensitive wont you," I said.
"Yes Doctor," Talia answered.
Feeling the smooth skin of her right inner thigh I stroked up to the crease at the top of her leg. My fingers sneaked through the tangled pubic hair and found Talia's soft wet pussy lips.
"Oooh that feels sensitive Doctor," Talia said parting her legs wider.
"Does it feel the same as mine Doctor?" Danni asked.
"Very similar Danni, very similar," I replied, smiling as we made eye contact.
"OH Doctor... that's very sensitive, Mmmmm," Talia cried out as my finger slipped inside her wet hole.
I squeezed her right breast while slowly fucking her tight cunt with my finger. Her fingers tightened around my shaft and rolled my foreskin up and down.
"Is that hurting you Talia? It sounds like it is," Danni said teasing.
"No it's Ooooh... it doesn't Ooooo... it's very Oh God!" Talia couldn't put a sentence together.
"Right so that confirms my diagnosis," I said pulling my finger out of Talia's pussy and taking my hand from her breast.
"What's wrong with us Doctor? Is it serious? Danni asked smiling up at me.
"It's very serious Danni, you are both suffering with acute horny-itus but fear not, I have the perfect cure," I said unable to keep a straight face.
Both girls giggled, "Oh Doctor you're so wonderful, can you really cure us?" Danni asked suppressing a laugh.
"Well I can't promise that it wont re-occur, in fact it almost definitely will, but the treatment is quite simple. But you must do exactly what I tell you," I said looking from one excited face to the other.
"Oh yes we will Doctor wont we Talia," Danni said smiling at her friend who still had hold of my cock.
"Yes Doctor anything you say," Talia agreed.
"Very good, now the first thing to do is for you to both lay head to tail as it were so you're looking between each others legs," I instructed.
"Oh good," Danni said unable to hide her excitement.
Danni shrugged her bathrobe off and with a great deal of enthusiasm they both laid down on their sides in a sixty-nine arrangement, "Like this Doctor?" Talia asked.
"That's right, now with your mouth's closed I want you to both breath deeply through your noses. You will find that the aroma from between each others legs will have a very calming effect which is the first step in the treatment," I said.
Looking down on the two naked girls as they sniffed at each others wet pussies had my cock twitching wildly. Talia's big tits squashed against her friends body as she leaned in closer.
"So tell me girls, is it working?" I asked.
"Oh yes Doctor, it's so... mmmm," Danni said unable to find the right words but obviously enjoying her friends natural scent.
"How about you Talia?" I asked.
"Smells good enough to eat Doctor," Talia said and took another deep breath through her nose.
"That's good because the next part of the treatment is to lick up each others juices," I said.
The girls didn't waste any time and they were soon moaning and groaning with pleasure, "Is it meant to taste this good Doctor?" Danni asked.
"It's a very good sign if you're enjoying the taste of Talia's pussy, it shows you're well on the way to recovery. Now keep licking, get your tongue as deep as you can up that wet hole," I said, not that Danni needed any encouragement.
"Yes Doctor," Danni said.
"And don't forget to keep sniffing in those healing aroma's," I said.
After watching the two girls for a couple of minutes as they licked away between each other's legs my patience ran thin and I had to sample the girls delights for myself.
"Okay girls let me check your progress. Up on all fours and kneel on the edge of the bed for me," I commanded.
There was no hesitation and I was soon looking down on their sexy naked round bums as they knelt next to each other on the edge of the bed. Dropping to my knees I kissed Danni's wet pussy before slipping my tongue between her soft lips.
"Is everything oooooh... okay Doctor? Mmmm," Danni asked.
"Yes very okay.. err, yes yes you seem to be coming on nicely. Now let me check Talia," I said shuffling over to Talia who was to my right.
Kissing Talia's pussy and then wriggling my tongue between her wet lips I pushed my left index finger deep inside Danni. The air was charged with the combined odours from the two excited dripping pussies which fuelled my desire. Sitting back on my heels I replaced my tongue with a finger up Tania's hole.
"Okay girls I think you're both ready now," I said climbing to my feet.
Holding my shaft in my left hand I rubbed the knob up and down Danni's soft wet pussy lips while returning a finger back up Talia's tight little cunt.
"Oh Doctor!" Danni cried out as my cock slid inside her.
"Sorry Danni did I hurt you?" I asked knowing full well that I hadn't.
"No Doctor it's OH FUCK... it feels so good, OH GOD YES!" she said as I buried my cock deep inside her.
After fucking Danni with a few long slow deep strokes I moved across to Talia and slipped inside her wet cunt. Alternating between the two of them, while fucking one I fingered the other, it was Danni who was the first to reach a climax.
Keeping my cock inside her I rubbed my thumb over her arsehole until her orgasm subsided and then turned my attention to Talia. It didn't take long for her to reach her own orgasm as I fucked her tight cunt.
I was so close to shooting my load inside Talia but somehow I held back, "Okay girls it's time to take your medicine, kneel on the floor in front of me," I said.
Danni climbed down from the bed and knelt to my left closely followed by Talia, still recovering from her climax and breathing hard, knelt down to my right. My cock stood up rigid and was slick with Talia's creamy juices, I had to push it down to rub the knob against Danni's soft puckered lips.
"Mmmm that tastes nice," Danni said tasting her friends cunt as she licked around my helmet, "Have a taste Talia."
Leaning over, Talia's tongue joined her friends and they both licked either side of my twitching erection, "That's it girls, your medicine is almost ready," I said, on the verge of coming.
Danni grabbed the base of my shaft with her right hand and began wanking me while Talia gently squeezed my aching balls in her right hand. Placing a hand on each of their heads to steady myself the tip of Danni's tongue poking in to the eye of my now shiny purple knob sent me over the edge.
"OH GOD YES... Here it comes girls," I cried out.
As I shot my load Talia and Danni jostled for position to get their fair share. By the time I'd emptied my balls their faces were covered with my thick hot spunk with a few blobs peppering their tits.
"Very tasty medicine Doctor," Talia said smiling up at me and licking her lips.
"Mmmm yeah," Danni agreed pulling cum down her cheek with her finger into her mouth.
"I'm glad you like it, the chances are you'll need it again the next time you suffer with horny-itus," I said... |
Step Dad's Toy: The Beginning | 38,614 | 4.58 | 1,583,648 | [
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] | *Disclaimer: All the characters in this story are work of fiction. They all are above legal age of consent. The story contains Incest/Taboo material.
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Cast List:
Zeb Atlas as Roger Howard
Johnny Rapid as Taylor Ryder*
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STEP DAD'S TOY: THE BEGINNING
Not everyone lives a fairytale life. Everyone in this world are fighting a battle of their own, which others may not know about. My biggest battle was dealing with my sexuality. I live in a small town of USA. The attraction towards a hard, erect cock rather than a sweet, soft, wet pussy is something which is subject of taboo for a teenager living in these small town. The lifestyle which I lead as a teenager is not exactly what you call a luxury but it's satisfactory.
I am Taylor Ryder My biggest struggle was trying to fit-in. I was always the least developed, lanky, skinny kid of the class. My classmates used to gossip that I am quite 'efeminine' although none of them ever bullied my for my lack of so called 'masculinity'. My mom shifted to Leavenworth after divorcing my biological father, who cheated on her. After few years of dating and few failures, Mom got married again to Roger Howard, who is now my Step Dad.
Roger was nice man. Although we never had that Dad-Son friendly bond yet we had an amicable relationship. Honestly it was least matter of concern of mine as long as he treats mom the way she deserves. Roger worked as Head Coach for football team of a reputed college. He was an attractive 42 years old man with titan's shoulders and concrete jaw. Being in sports, he was well built in terms of muscle along with hawkish nose and defined cheekbones. He wasn't a male model but he should have been. Handsome in an understated way, his basalt jaw and Spartan shoulders spoke of strength. He possessed a latent, leonine power and always walked with purpose and authority. He was about 6'-1" tall and extremely well-built. My mom was usually busy with her work and there were weeks when she was hardly home. The most affectionate thing I had with Roger were some friendly 'Hello' and few 'How was your day?' conversation.
I was a closet gay teenager because I had this certain fear of being bullied for being 'faggot' and might be teased and humiliated for being a 'cock-sucker'. Living in dysfunctional family didn't help either. I was alone to deal with all confusions and curiosity. Porn available on internet was my only saviour. I would end up watching several of them while masturbating in my room when I was alone at home.
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I was a virgin because I never had guts to approach someone. Unlike others there was no so called gay-radar inside my system which can make me aware whether the guy in front of me wants to fuck my virgin ass or not. For me the only source of pleasure was masturbation while watching porn, and I was quite aware about it, that's why whenever I got chance to watch those Blue films, I never let them go in vain.
One summer afternoon I was all alone at home, while Roger had some errands to run, Mom had gone out to visit her mother. I started watching porn sitting on the couch of living with simultaneously stroking my 5" cut cock. The hardcore action on the screen made me quite horny. I started to stroke my dick furiously while side by side pinching my nipples. I was completely turned on by watching a black huge muscular guy fucking a white twink's ass whereas another black guy had his massive cock inside the twink's mouth. I was in deep state of arousal. Somehow I badly wanted to suck a big cock and then take it in my butt.
' What The Fuck' a deep familiar, husky voice interrupted my moment of ecstasy. The familiarity of the voice send shivers down my spine. It was someone whom I knew quite well. It was my Step Dad, Roger standing at door. His face was combination of shock which soon transformed into a small smirk.
He noticed me looking at him with fear in my eyes.
"What the hell do you think you are doing here?!" he said pausing and looking directly into my eyes.
"You like guys?" he asked and my immediate blushing gave me away. "And don't you dare to fucking lie me with some of your bullshit. I've seen the way you look at me sometimes."
I was initially shocked by his sudden presence and then completely embarrassed by his words which my inner conscience knew that they were utterly true. I bowed my head down in pure shame. I was mortified on being caught. My biggest secret was busted and all thanks to my own stupidity.
"Let's come directly to the point," he said breaking the silence of the room.
"So there are two situations, first situation is where I tell your mom that her son is a fuckin faggot. Oh yes, by the way I do remember her mentioning how much she hates homosexuality."
I was least surprised considering the fact that I was very much aware about conservative and orthodox thoughts of my mother. For her, it was a taboo or more precisely - a sin.
"Or there is a second option" he declared with an evil-grin plastered on his face. I was confused.
"What's second option?" I enquired timidly.
"Well, the second situation is something I feel will be a smart choice" Roger proclaimed with a smile. "Since your mom is away for the weekend and you and I are struck here together. I've got multiple number of loads ready to give you and since you like cock, I guess it will be a fair option for both of us"
"You will do what I tell you. I will not hurt you but you will do what I say. Is that okay?" he asked.
It wasn't thing of big intelligence to interpret what he meant. Honestly as gross as the idea of sucking my step dad's cock may sound, I can't deny that I was getting turned on and I could feel my cock hardening in my pants.
"Is that clear?" he asked louder this time. I nodded in Roger's direction as I meekly looked down at the table embarrassed, yet totally turned on by the idea of my step dad being my first.
"Fucking great. Now that we've got that clear, you can start by coming here and getting down on your knees" he commanded after shutting the main door of the house.
I was more than willingly ready to comply to his dominant attitude which made him look more hot. Each of his words were a major turn on. Being with my step dad was one hell of sexy sin that I was ready to commit. I walked towards his direction and sat on my knees, that way he had instructed.
I kept my hands on his jeans and started to roam my hands across the smooth surface fabrics of his jeans as I lead my way towards his inner thigh. I felt the heavy weight of his thickening cock extending down his thigh. I let my fingers explore the length of him pressed between his thigh and his pant leg. He pulled off the hem of his shirt which was buried in his jeans and started undoing the buttons down the front of his shirt and gradually his muscular chest came into view. A fine layer of dark hair spread out from the center of his chest and the definition of his pecs showed the number of hours he must have spent at the gym and on the field playing and training young lads the game of football.
"You fancy what you see?" he asked with his eyebrows inclined slightly as he caught me checking him out and my immediate blushing gave me away.
I unbuckled his wide belt, popped the button at the top of his jeans and drew down his zipper, exposing a nest of dark curly hair at the base of what I could see was a very thick dick. . I pulled the back of his jeans off his nice round firm ass and proceeded to work them down, exposing more and more of his cock. It finally popped fully into view and I just had to stop and marvel at it. Not fully hard but with a beautiful weighty firmness, it was a beauty already at about 8" long and so big around I knew I probably wouldn't be able to close my hand around it. He was cut with a very pronounced ridge around the base of his large mushroom head.
"Here, let's see that mouth of yours," he said as he put his manhood in front of my mouth. "Suck it." and I moved my lips over and down his dick. I varied my speed up and down and used lots of saliva to make it enjoyable for him from the various techniques I have learned from watching porn.
"Aahh, that's good. You're going to do just fine. That's it...nice and wet...slow and firm." He moaned as I continued to pleasure him. I swiped my tongue gently all around his large mushroom head, getting used to the size and feel of him in my mouth.
This was the first cock that I was experiencing and the voices that Roger made I was clear indication that he was enjoying. I felt happy that I can satisfy a hunk like him. I moved a few tentative inches down the shaft and when I got about halfway, I was at my gag reflex and retreated back to servicing the head. I moved forward again, purring and pressing on the underside of his cock with my tongue. "Oh, yeah," Roger moaned. His weapon was right in my mouth. I could smell the musky manly scent of his cock.
I repeated this over and over, speeding up and then slowing right down with some gentle pressure. "Mmmmm, nice soft lips," he appreciated as he continued feeding me his 8" thick cock. I sucked and smooched at the part of his big flared crown that was in my mouth and then flicked my eyes up to see him looking down at me with a pleased smile on his face.
My jaws were almost as wide open as they could get and I could feel my lips stretching over the full girth of his cock-head. The end of his huge flared knob felt like absolute heaven between my lips and I was determined to get the whole thing in my mouth. I continued working the top half of his cock with my varied sucking action and using my hands and fingernails on the lower half and base. I noticed his huge balls drawing up closer to his body and knew he was close to feeding me. My own cock had been hard as a rock since we had started.
I used both hands on the lower half of his cock, slick from my excess saliva running down from above. He started to flex his hips forward and I felt the hot engorged head move further into my mouth. I felt my lips stretching and stretching and I was afraid they were going to tear at the corners of my mouth and then I felt that delicious sensation as my stretched lips slipped right over the edge of his corona and clamped down on the smooth shaft beneath.
"Mmmmhhmmm," I hummed in agreement against the sensitive spongy tissues trapped within my mouth. I took my tongue and rolled the saliva gathering on my tongue all over the hot inflamed surface of his knob. I could only take about 5 or 6 inches but that seemed to keep Roger happy at that point.
"Oh fuck," he said with a hiss. "That sweet little mouth of yours sure is something, isn't it." He kept my head held still as I swirled my tongue all over the hot surface of his crown as he started to roll his hips in slow circles.
"So much better than your mother's" he groaned. A feeling of pride and excitement ran through me. I felt satisfied. He held my head firmly in place and then started to flex his hips. I let my lips follow the silky smooth surface of his shaft as he forced more of it into my mouth. I could feel that his erection was rock hard, yet the surface felt velvety smooth against my lips. I wondered how something could be so hard and yet so incredibly soft at the same time. He fed that rigid monster between my lips until he hit the soft tissues at the back of my mouth. As soon as he felt the soft pressure, he flexed backwards and withdrew. My lips adhered gently to the smooth surface of his cock and he tugged backwards as he pulled the widest part at the ridge out beyond my lips. Again, I was afraid my lips would tear, but they didn't, and when he fed it back into me smoothly, I knew now everything would be okay.
"Oh fuck, Taylor. Just a little bit longer and then I'm gonna fill that sweet mouth of yours," he said through ragged breaths as his big gripping hands moved my head forcefully back and forth. he reached forward and put his hands back on either side of my head. He moved his hands lovingly through my hair, directing my along his cock. It seemed to grow a little bit harder and bigger with its throbbing warmth and I knew he was close. I could feel my body tingling all over and I didn't know what was happening; just that I was absolutely loving being under his control with my mouth serving as a lust-driven receptacle for his cum.
"Oh Fuck, Taylor..Fuck .. here it comes!" he exclaimed as he stopped moving my head and held it firmly in his hands with my lips locked down just beyond his throbbing cock-head. The first shot of cum spurted powerfully against the soft tissues at the back of my mouth and it felt like it was trying to blow my head right off his cock. As soon the first shot started to pool on my tongue, a second ropey wad shot forth just as forcefully. As I felt the warm silky fluid gathering on my tongue and more shots hitting the inside of my mouth, the tingling sensation in my body seemed to erupt and every nerve ending in my body was tingling with pleasure. My eyes closed as I sucked on that spurting cock-head wantonly as new exquisite sensations shot through my body. I could myself trembling and I thought I was going to pass out, the feeling was so intense. My mouth was totally full as he sunk back into the chair with closed eyes and his cock lost a bit of its hardness but still maintained its heavy power.
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It felt surreal. When I went to washroom to clean myself, on looking at mirror I could see me with a face covered with cum of my own Step Father. The feeling was relatively. I felt satiated yet wanted more.
"Are you done Taylor" Roger's strong, commanding voice interrupted my thoughts and brought me in back in reality. I quickly wash my face and clean my body wherever Roger's thick cum has landed. After making sure I am in decent state, I dress up. I nervously walked back in the living where Roger was sitting now fully clothed. I felt curious to know what more my step dad has in his mind for me. I felt dirty yet fantastic. I was both excited and scared at the same time to think how things would go between me and Roger.
"Hey Kid!" he greeted me with big smile. I looked over at him and let my eyes drift over the hunky stud who had fucked my mouth very minutes ago. He wore a work shirt open at the neck from which you could see a few whispers of his manly chest hair. His shirt was tucked into a pair of his usual faded jeans and my eyes drifted down to that enticing swelling lying along the inside of his right thigh.
"Have you ever been with anyone?" Roger asked me. I slowly shook my head from side to side, visibly embarrassed regarding my lack of experience.
"So a virgin huh?" I nod timidly. He laughs and looks pleased. "I think we are gonna get you rid of your virginity pretty soon. I am gonna fuck that sweet tight ass of yours."
"It's going to hurt a little at beginning but before the night is over, you'll be begging for 8" of you daddy again and again" He added.
As soon as I recovered from initial shock of his words, my dick started to grew hard because of not only his dominant nature but also from the word 'Daddy' with which he referred himself. It just felt so correct in every sense.
"So did you like sucking me cock kid?"
"Yes" I replied.
"Yes what?"
"Yes daddy"
"Perfect" he nodded with a smile. "Make sure it remains between us. Nobody should know about. Am I clear? I said Nobody"
"Yes daddy" I again replied meekly.
"Fucking great. Since I said that I am pretty horny today so I think I am ready to feed my boy with another round of cum. Are you ready for round two?" I nodded.
Little did he know that I was more than ready to taste that 8" thick meat again. I didn't have long to wait as Roger stood up in front of me and pulled his t-shirt out of the waist band of his jeans and pulled it up and over his head. s. He threw his t-shirt aside, undid his belt and popped open his jeans. I watched breathlessly as he slowly drew down his zipper, lowered his jeans and stepped out of them. He tossed them aside as he stood before in a pair of white fitted boxers that hugged his ass and thighs. I could see a mighty tube pushing out against the fabric as it was lying at an angle across his abdomen. I could see it thickening as more blood pumped into it. His cockhead was rising under the fabric and started to cause the waistband to be pushed away from his body. His heavy balls below filled the white fabric at the juncture of his thighs.
I tilted my head at an angle and pressed my lips against the pulsing shaft right thru the fabric. I could feel the heat of it thru the taut white cotton. I hummed as I moved my open mouth along the length of dick.
"Suck it boy. Suck daddy's cock." he commanded as he stood with his hands on his hips. "You want daddy's cum, don't you?"
"Fuck my mouth daddy" I purred in agreement and brought both my hands up to grip his ass. The cheeks of his ass were huge and solid as a rock! I gripped them firmly and pulled his crotch towards me as I continued to mouth him.
I started to bob my head quickly over the top half of his cock as I used both hands to milk his rigid shaft. With his hands gripping my head he started jack-hammering his cock into my mouth. I felt some of my saliva spill forth and run down my chin as well as down the length of his pistoning cock. Out of the corner of my eye I could see his massive balls starting to draw up in their sack.
"Aaaah, Yeah" he moaned. "Such a perfect mouth. You love my cock, don't you?" Roger moaned heavily.
I sighed contently as I closed my eyes and started tenderly nursing at his tremendous cock.
"You really love that cock, don't you?" Roger repeated again from above me.
I stayed where I was but purred in agreement as I made a nodding motion against his stomach.
I opened my mouth as wide as it would go and tipped my head slightly up in order to align a straight passage of my mouth and throat for him. He fed the head of his cock right into the back of my mouth as I quickly closed my lips beyond the head. He moved it slowly back and forth as I worked up more saliva to make the journey into my throat easier. He wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and stirred it around inside my mouth, pressing the head against each cheek, then the roof of my mouth, and then pushing down so it rubbed against the surface of my tongue.
"Oh yeah...that's good," he groaned.
"Now, I'm going to stand here real still and you're going to put in the work to get that cock all the way down your throat...understand?" he said.
I nodded in agreement with my mouth secured around his cock. I tentatively moved forward until I felt the head hit the entrance to my throat. I stifled my gag reflex and concentrated on relaxing my throat. I felt his cock emit a large drop of pre-cum that slid onto the back of my tongue as if it too wanted to help assist me in taking it to the depths of my throat. I moved forward again and felt the massive thick head making headway a couple inches into my throat. I backed it off into my mouth again and took a deep breath. I repeated the forward movement again and got about another half inch in.
I moved forward and first the head, and then the glistening shaft made its way into the back of my mouth and into my throat. It was easier now as I had taken it once right to the hilt. This time I more quickly moved forward until my lips were once again stretched tight around the bottom of the base. I swallowed and heard Roger groan from above me as the muscles in my throat massaged the rigid shaft of his cock. I swallowed again and again, each time pleasuring him. I had to back off again only this time just far enough for the cockhead to remain deep in my mouth as I gathered another breath. I moved forward more rapidly this time and swallowed as I made my downstroke.
"Oh fuck.. Here.. almost.. yeah!!" he shouted and I felt the first heavy blast hit the roof of my mouth. He continued his short strokes into my face as he fed me rope after rope of thick creamy cum. It took everything I had to stop from swallowing his delicious cream. It kept filling my mouth as I milked my hands along the pulsating shaft, trying to coax every tasty ounce of his juice out of him. I felt his firm grip on my head start to lessen and his flexing hips slowed until he stood still before me, my lips still locked behind his cockhead. I closed my eyes and savored the final drops on my tastebuds before swallowing. I pulled my mouth fully off his cock and we both looked down at the swirling cloudy pool cupped in my hand. I moaned as I raised it to my mouth and tipped his cooling jism onto my tongue. I swallowed greedily and then pushed my yearning tongue into my hand to lap up the remaining drops of his succulent seed.
"I'm glad you like that," he said as he squeezed his arm around my shoulder. "We both are gonna make great use of your talent from now on" Roger winked and headed towards bathroom.
"I am taking a shower Taylor. Make sure you clean yourself. We are going out for dinner after that, just consider it as reward for the work you did for your daddy." he instructed but with a genuine smile on his face as he reiterated to washroom leaving me behind still sitting on the floor covered in his thick, sticky cum.
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While the drive to restaurant and dinner went in uncomfortable silence, Roger looked much more friendly and comfortable while heading back home in the car.
"I do love your mom." He broke the silence. "It's just she's quite conventional lady. These days she is hardly in mood for any sex."
I glanced towards his face which had an expression of somewhat satisfaction. Roger looked really attractive even in those dim carlights. He was dressed in tight white v-neck Tshirt and black jeans.
"I am man with needs afterall." He said in his deep masculine voice. "At the end of the day I do need somebody to suck the load out of my dick"
"I'm going to be brutally honest with you Taylor. After seeing you jerking while watching a guy sucking another's cock made me really fucking horny and I couldn't stopped thinking about you with that cum all over your face." His words came rushing out of him as he seemed to finally get up the nerve to get his feelings off his chest. I looked up at him and could see both the anxiety and nervousness on his face.
"I just need you to suck me and let me fuck that tight sweet ass of yours. This way we both are in advantage." I nodded my head in agreement because that was something which I desired at that moment.
"Okay, great!" he said and it looked like a wave of relief washed over him. The highway traffic was pretty light as he settled in for the drive ahead.
"Slide over here, Taylor," he said nodding towards the space on the bench seat beside him. I slid over and he held up his right hand in front of my face and pointed his big thumb towards my lips. "Okay, it's time to start getting that mouth filled." He pushed his thumb against my soft lips, I started eagerly sucking and slobbering over his fat digit.
"Oh yeah, that's the mouth I remember," he said with a pleased tone in his voice. I sucked on his thumb in earnest, eager to be pleasing him again. I reached down with my left hand and let it slide over the long tube visible on the inside of his jeans.
"Mmmmmmmmm," I moaned into his thumb as my fingertips felt the heat of his mighty cock thru the straining fabric. I slid them along the impressive length and felt his member start to thicken and extend.
"Is that what you want, Kid?" he asked knowingly as he smirked at me. With his thumb still lodged in my mouth, I nodded and hummed in agreement. "Well, I guess I can let you play with it for awhile. Undo my shirt first, I don't want it getting in the way." He pulled his thumb out of my sucking mouth with a "Plop" and I turned towards him and unbuttoned his shirt. I almost gasped with longing as more of his muscular chest and taut stomach muscles came into view. I undid his belt and popped open the button of his jeans and then slid down his zipper. I pulled the tails of his shirt out and undid the final button that had been hidden beneath his waistband. I let his shirt fall to each side and could see his defined muscular pecs clearly. I leaned forward and licked over his nipple. It hardened under my licking and I softly drew on the little pebble with my lips and tongue.
I sat back and looked down at the thick base of his cock visible at the bottom of his zipper. I reached in and wrapped my little hand around that magnificent hunk of man-meat. It was hard in my hand and I had to strain to pull it back and out of his jeans. I saw more and more of the beautiful shaft come into view and then the big wide head popped free of the clutching material.
"Ooooohhhh," I moaned out loud as I feasted my eyes on his huge upright erection. I bent down and wrapped my lips and tongue around the thick base and slowed kissed and licked my way up the mighty trunk until I reached the purple engorged crown. I licked softly at his damp piss-slit and then slid my lips over the flared head. I was turned sideways and had both hands wrapped as far around his cock as they would go as I started to enthusiastically suck him off. I was in a trance of lust as my head bobbed furiously on his mouth-filling cock. I was moaning and whimpering with need as I was so overjoyed to be once again servicing this cock that I loved so much. Roger obviously sensed my eagerness.
"Oh fuck. You are so good at that, Kid. Yeah, this first one isn't gonna take long." I kept my hands shucking the outer sheath of his iron-hard cock up and down as my bobbing head and vacuuming mouth pleasured the top part of his throbbing spear. His shaft was becoming slick with my drooling saliva and my hands were sliding easier. He had one hand on the wheel and the other encouraging placed on the back of my head as he guided it on his surging dick. I took my bottom hand and started scratching my fingernails around the base as I knew he liked. I instantly felt his cock get a little bit harder as the head itself almost totally filled my mouth.
"Oh yeah...that's it...you know just what I like, Kid. Just a little more...yeah...just a little...OOOOOOOOHHHHHH!" he bellowed as his cock started to erupt. Once again, his first blast rocketed forth as if it was trying to lift my head right off his cock! I sucked and sucked at his spewing cockhead as he blasted shot after shot into my vacuuming mouth. I let his warm milky cream languish on my tastebuds before I swallowed my delicious treat. He kept shooting and shooting and I kept swallowing and swallowing until the final warm morsels of his potent seed oozed forth from his gaping piss-slit. As he fought to regain his breathing, I nursed softly at the leaking head as his cock softly deflated in my mouth.
"Yeah, that's the mouth I remember. Now kid, just lay down there across the seat and keep sucking. We've got quite a bit of a drive to go yet." I lay down as best as I could on my side with my face across his thighs. I kept his semi-hard cock in my mouth as I nursed at it softly. I lay there sucking at his member as I traced my fingertips over his chest and stomach, thru the thatch of his pubic hair and along the velvety-soft skin of his cock-shaft. I luxuriated in the feeling of exploring his body and having his warm beautiful cock in my mouth as he concentrated on driving. I continued to suck his cock for long time before we reached home.
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