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Come In

By: Dolma Kalem



The buzzer on the office intercom sounded harshly, awaking Sarah from her daydream. She'd thought about this moment for months, and was now very nervous about this next stage. 

"Hello", she replied into the microphone.

"Ah Sarah, could you come in for dictation?"

"Yes, of course. Would you like me straight away?" There was a short pause, as if Steve's reply was being filtered, or suppressed.

"Er , yes please."

Sarah knocked on Steve's door and entered. He did his usual minimal recognition of her, and motioned her to sit down opposite to him in the lounge area of his office. She had worked for Steve for two years, and since his early and crude attempts at seduction, which she'd rejected, the relationship had been one of 'detached professionalism'. She sat down and awaited his directions. Her choice of today had become inevitable. And her selection of clothing had been made very carefully. She tapped her pencil on her note pad, and crossed her long dark stocking clad legs. Her short, pinstriped skirt rode up nicely on her upper thighs, revealing a lot of her best assets. She was careful not to catch Steve's eyes looking at her, but the long pause seemed to confirm that he was taking advantage of the view. 

She shuffled slightly on her chair, and Steve immediately began to dictate his letter. His voice seemed a little hesitant, but Sarah took shorthand as he spoke. She shifted again to get more comfortable, and again allowed this to have its effect on her skirt. She was aware that quite a lot of her upper thigh was now available for Steve to view. For a few seconds she almost lost her nerve. After all, maybe he was now unwilling to follow through with his proposal. But she settled again. She realized that the top of her stockings was visible on her outer thighs. No turning back now, she thought. She turned to one side on the chair, showing Steve his present.

Again Steve's dictation paused. Sarah's eyes briefly glanced at him and confirmed that he was entranced with her. He detected her gaze, and looked down nervously at his notes, and continued his dictation. She could feel the effects of her exhibitionism; her nipples began to push against her flimsy bra and white semi-transparent blouse. She noticed a pause as Steve shifted his seating position, either to allow him a better view or to accommodate any changes in his pants. She decided to test his interest, and stopped writing for a second and adjusted her skirt back to a more modest position.

She could almost touch Steve's disappointment. The changes in his voice tone, the slight pauses in his note reading, gave him away completely. As she worked over the next few minutes to reinstate the revealing image she had just taken away from him, she reflected on his outrageous proposal. Kept women, a sex toy, make dirty movies with me. He'd used all of those phrases, much to her surprise, and at the time 'disgust'. She'd rejected, out of hand his crude offer, partly in reaction to the suddenness of it. In truth, she'd thought of little else over the six or so months since his crude overture. And had come to the conclusion, that she not only fancied him, but the thought of a few dirty moments with him had led her to this current state of exhibitionism.

His voice told her that she'd reached a suitable level of exposure again. She glanced at her legs, and saw a small pink band between her stocking and the hem of her skirt. Good! She'd got safely to this point without any words. 

She shifted in her chair again, turning towards Steve, and uncrossed her legs. She had rehearsed this next stage in front of her mirror, and was happy that she could accomplish the next view completely by accident. Slowly she lifted her memo pad away from her lap and onto the armrest of her chair. This should have given Steve a good view up beyond the hem of her skirt. Again the pause and tone of his voice suggested a successful man oeuvre. However, the revealing position of the skirt was still not at the point Sarah had intended. She lifted one leg slightly and scratched the outside of her knee. 

It was like a blow to the stomach for Steve, who gasped as took in the view. Sarah put her leg down again, but failed to close her knees, again shifting her position slightly. Now she could see the tops of both stockings, and she was sure that Steve would be able to view the whole area of her upper thighs.

"Magnificent view, Sarah, so you've decided to take up my offer," said Steve breaking a seemingly endless silence!

. "Open your legs again." Without looking up, Sarah nervously complied, her phase of control apparently now over. "A little more." Again she responded to his request. "Good, Undo your blouse buttons for me." Sarah put down her notepad, and slowly began to undo the buttons one by one. After the last one had been release, her blouse was gaping open revealing the cleavage area of her sheer white bra. 

"Open your blouse and show me your breasts." Sarah did as she was told. She waited for what seemed like minutes, as he inspected her. His eyes searching her upper thighs, and then inspecting her barely covered breasts. 

"Take off your blouse and bra." Sarah slowly complied, until her breasts released from their sheer restraint hung on view for her 'master'. She was remarkably un-self conscious, her nipples were erect and her breasts felt magnificent. She'd prepared for hours for this point, and it was going completely to plan. 

"Stand up Sarah, and take off your skirt." Sarah undid the clip on her skirt, and slowly eased the zipper down. She paused teasingly before letting go. The skirt fell to the floor, leaving her naked apart from tiny knickers and her sheer black stockings.

"Lovely view, now your knickers." Sarah slowly slid her knickers off her hips and down her outer thighs over her stockings. The small garment slowly withdrew from her vulva, revealing her tiny patch of dark pubic hair. She could feel the material, reluctantly, leaving her shaven outer vaginal lips, exposing them outrageously for him. As the redundant modesty protective dropped to the floor, she stepped out of the tiny garment, and awaited her next instruction.

"Turn around." Sarah slowly turned until her naked bottom faced him.

"Bend down." She slowly bent over seductively into a 'spanking' position.

"Oh what a beautiful butt, show me more." Sarah didn't really know how she could possibly show him more, but as she hesitated he changed his instruction.

"No come here Sarah and go down on me." Like a slave, and avoiding eye contact, Sarah walked slowly, and carefully around the desk to him. He sat back in his chair, and she knelt in front of him, slowly she eased his fly zipper down. As she reached into his shorts, his enjoyment of her performance became obvious. She released his enthusiastic erection and slowly began to lick his pre-cum. She felt like she imagined a Geisha would feel; yes that was it, she was a geisha performing a service for her 'master'. She even had the benefit of liking him, and had contemplated a relationship with him. Was this really so different? 

Free of any remaining inhibitions she began to slowly suck his erect penis. His encouraging groans made her suck him more enthusiastically. She pushed him deeper and deeper into her mouth, until she was almost swallowing him 'deep throat' style. She'd become so enthusiastic and daring over the short time, she wasn't sure that she could continue this level of performance. However, fortunately, nor could Steve.

"Whoa, stop Sarah. There's a lot to do yet." She looked up as she slowly withdrew him from her throat. His expression, and the size and throbbing of his penis, suggested that she'd almost brought the proceedings to an early end.

"Show me your cunt."

"Don't you want to fuck me?" Sarah responded.

"Don't question me, do as you are told."

"This is an interview, you've applied for the position of 'concubine', and I want to see if you are up to the job. It's a very dirty job, with long hours, and I'm very demanding."

Sarah had anticipated from the crudity of his earlier approaches, the type of liaison Steve wanted, and she was prepared to fill the role. She sat on his desk and placed her legs on each of his shoulders and looked directly into his eyes. Her look was only returned momentarily, as his gaze began to descend down over her breasts with their erect nipples, to her vagina. Surprisingly, he didn't touch her.

"Is that what you wanted to see?"

"Oh I want to see a lot more of you than that," he replied. "I can almost taste your delicious cunt. Lie back on my desk and show me more." Sarah laid back slowly on the desk, attempting to engage eye contact, and said,

"Look, you can only see the outside of me. You'll need to bargain hard with me to see inside my wet little plaything." She could hear his breathing becoming deeper, but eye contact was impossible. His eyes were completely fixed on the area between her legs. It was very clear, that she was displaying herself in a manner very close to his interest.

"Open your cunt." 

"Oh no, you must make me an offer, or my knickers will be needed again."

"Open your delicious cunt, you tempting little bitch," he snapped.

"Am I almost up to the job? Or should I put my damp little knickers back on."

"Not dirty enough," he replied. Sarah used her fingers to slowly part her outer vaginal lips, and reveal her very wet antechamber for him.

"Fuck," said Steve.

"Is that dirty enough?"

"No, show me inside your wet cunt."

"No, I'm being interviewed. Am I suitable? Before I get more dirty, I'll need an offer!"

"Open your cunt!"

"Offer!" Sarah began to sit up, and motioned to abandon her performance.

"Company flat, and raise in salary you tempting bitch." Said Steve. Wow! Thought Sarah. I'm only part way through my plan, and I've got a result. I would have gone this far simply for fun. She now began to get excited at her success; she was performing for money, and wanted to go further. Maybe she could enjoy herself more, and be better rewarded. She slowly opened her inner vaginal lips, allowing Steve to view the inside of her. Now he was seeing a part of her even she had not seen. 

She felt him move closer and could feel his breath cooling the wetness around her inner and outer labia. For a few seconds she felt sure that he would begin either to lick her, or to insert his fingers into her. However, he simply said, 

"Show me your butt."

"Oh no, that's very expensive!"

"Show it to me!"

"Offer."

"Name your price, just show me your butt. No fucking about, show it to me wide open." Sarah couldn't believe his last statement. What price did she want? She hadn't considered that. He'd already offered her more than she'd expected. She turned over and knelt on the desk, allowing Steve to gaze up at her bare bottom. 

"Open it, open it wide." 

"Why don't you do that?" replied Sarah.

"Fucking open it!"

She used her hands to slowly pull apart her bottom. As it became stretched, she felt Steve's hand on top of her own, then his tongue licking between her stretched cheeks and around her anus. His tongue played delicately around her anal opening, then she could feel it invading her. After a brief exploration, he began to lick her along her vaginal lips, eventually entering her wet cunt. 

"No more slut, until you've made and I've accepted a serious offer. The job description won't be a problem!" Steve stopped his attentions and said.

"On the top floor of this building is a company penthouse. It's yours, on an annual renewable contract, rent-free. In addition, you'll receive an increment in your salary of 50%."

"I'll need to think about it."

"Ok, I accept. Lick me!" Instead he stopped.

"Put a finger into your cunt!" She slid her hand between her legs, and put her middle and index finger into her vagina and began to finger herself.

"Put one into your butt!"

"No."

"I said put one into your butt."

"And I said no!"

"Please put a finger into your beautiful little bottom."

"When can I see my new penthouse?"

"Fuck, in ten minutes, and you can have the rest of the day off. Just do it."

"Do it." He repeated desperately. Sarah slowly removed her wet sticky fingers from her cunt, and placed her middle finger onto the entrance of her tiny anal opening. She pushed, easing the finger beyond her resisting sphincter, into her. She heard a groan and then felt Steve's penis on her bottom. He was masturbating hard and coming. She remained as she was, she could feel him Coming against her. After a very short time he stopped, and she felt his wet cum begin to run from where it had landed on her bare anal cleavage, down onto her finger, which was still buried inside her. She began to masturbate in and out of the tiny hole, using his semen as lubricant. Very soon she heard another moan, and more cum dropping and running down her. 

"Oh you fucking sexy whore," he said as she continued to slide her finger into her anus. "Make yourself come."

"No! I've got the day off, I'm going up to my new apartment." 

At that, she removed her finger from her sticky anal opening, and climbed down from the desk. She could feel his cum running down from her anus, onto the top of her carefully arranged, new sheer stockings. She thought that she ought to feel like a complete slut, but in fact she actually felt more satisfied and sexy than she ever had before. The wet feeling from her vagina was not diminishing, and his cum on her anus and legs was arousing her again. If she didn't leave his office soon, she'd be requiring his services again. 

He'd just cum twice, and he needed time to recover. She also wanted to see her new apartment. She walked around his desk away from him, and recovered her discarded clothes. She collected them, and walked towards the office door. 

"Oh the key for my apartment please." Steve searched in the drawer of his desk, and held out a key for her. He still had his penis hanging from his fly, and Sarah thought that the picture summarized her new role in Steve's company absolutely. The satisfaction of that limp sticky organ had now become her only responsibility.

"Aren't you going to get dressed before you leave my office?"

"Would you like me to? I was going to stay like this, so that everyone can see how you leave your poor secretary. Sticky and naked."

"No get dressed, people might get the wrong idea. I'll see you in your new apartment later!" Sarah took her time dressing, and saw Steve playing with himself as he watched her. His penis began to stiffen again, so as she finished she checked her appearance, then lifted her skirt and said,

"Look what a mess you've made of my stockings, and I've got your cum all over my bottom." Steve's penis immediately stiffened. "I'll be going up in the lift with other people, and I'll still have your cum on me!"

"That won't be a problem, said Steve. The lift is a private one for the penthouse only. And as for your clothes, go and buy some more, I'll fully refund anything that you spend." Sarah smoothed down her skirt and left Steve still stroking his new erection. 

Her new career!

To the reader: I hope that you enjoyed the story. Please don't forget to vote. Now why not put yourself in Steve's position. Use the feedback option, to tell me what your demands on Sarah would be. 

Have a great day.

Come In



I walked into the administration office from the outer office. This was the no man's land of the high school that students hoped they never visited. You were only here if you were in trouble. Or if you were one of the goody goodies who worked in the office as part of the practical career elective, one period each school day. These brownnosers must have figured this was a good way to ingratiate himself or herself with the guidance counselor. In this case, it was Mary Stuart, one of the junior varsity cheerleaders. She was nice to look at in her teenage version of a businesswoman's power suit but I still wasn't happy to be here.

I handed Mary my office summons slip which she read over quickly. I had been sent to the office for cutting class yesterday, Tuesday, something I did on occasion but not this time. This time it was a mistake. When I cut, I'm smart enough to figure out a way to get away with it. This was simply a mix-up. A substitute teacher in my English class, not familiar with the students had reported me as absent when I wasn't. And so I ended up here. Mary looked up and smiled at me. "Just take a seat until I call your name." she said and went back to her paperwork as I sat in the row of seats provided for students called to the office. I was the only one there. It must have been a slow day for troublemakers I figured. Ah well, this got me out of my boring history class legitimately and once I got called into vice principal Horton, I would easily explain the mix-up and get back to class, hopefully just in time for the bell to ring so that I could go to my lunch period.

I twiddled my thumbs patiently while I tried to sneak peaks at Mary's black bra which peaked through her coat and blouse occasionally as she went about her office tasks. She really was hot, a daughter of immigrant Armenian parents with jet-black hair and very nice long legs which I unfortunately couldn't see. Me, I figured I was an above average looking sophomore (no one ever thinks they're average looking do they?) who was unfortunately very shy such that all my sexual exploits to date were solitary and secretive.

Mary glanced up at me, catching me in my perv viewing. She smiled subtly to herself as though she knew something I didn't and bent down to her work. Screw it I thought. Nothing wrong with looking whether I was busted or not. Why dress like that if she didn't want me to look? 

At that moment her intercom buzzer buzzed and she picked up the phone and spoke in whispers that I couldn't hear. She replaced the receiver and looked up at me. 

"You can go in now. Miss Magill is ready for you." 

"Miss Magill? Where's Mr. Horton?"

"He's out of the office today so Miss Magill is taking his students." Mary explained.

I didn't care one way or the other except that I had thought after explaining the mix-up to Mr. Horton, I could shoot the breeze about last night's ballgame to avoid going back to history class. Looks like I wouldn't be avoiding the history of the Louisiana Purchase after all. 

"Whatever." I sighed. 

"You don't want to keep Miss Magill waiting." Mary advised. 

"Fine, fine". I got up to face the music, taking once last glance at Mary as I passed her and knocked at Miss Magill's door. "Come" she barked through the wooden door. I opened it and went inside, closing the heavy door behind me.

Miss Magill was a reasonably attractive woman in her late forties, early fifties I would guess. She wasn't the sexpot that Mary the cheerleader was but there was something about her. She was tall with dark brown hair and like Mary was dressed in a woman's business suit but Miss Magill wore shear stockings as well. Miss Magill's suit didn't fit quite as well as Mary's had as she had a little bit of the middle age spread that happens to women as they get older. On her though, it looked good. It wasn't too much, just a little 'cushion for the push-in' as they say. Her legs were strong not slender like Mary's but she did have a much more ample chest than Mary (who was no slouch herself). Miss Magill's breasts strained against her blouse and pushed her coat out so that it wouldn't drape properly. Her breasts were just too much and the coat spread out, laying either side of her tremendous juggs. Unlike Mary's black bra, Miss Magill had a demure, but massive, white bra that shown through the thin fabric of her white blouse.

Miss Magill looked me over. "Well? Don't just stand there, give me your office slip."

Thrown out of my once over of Miss Magill's body, I walked to her desk a little nervously and gave her the paperwork. I stepped back as she cut immediately to the chase.

"You're here because you cut class. I don't know why you did and I don't care. It's a mistake I don't want you to make again. I know from your record that you've never been sent to the office before which of course doesn't mean anything. It just means you weren't caught before."

My mouth dropped open in surprise and I attempted to explain myself. "You're right ma'am that there's been a mistake but it's not mine. I..." 

She cut me off. "Aren't you listening to me? I said I don't care what your excuse is. You're a teenager. Teenagers get into trouble. It's part of being a teenager. I was one once too, obviously. You think all adults are clueless and that you know more than them. 

Well, you don't. You don't know more than me, I can tell you that."

" I'm not saying that I know more than you ma'am, I'm simply..."

"You're not listening, once again, that's what you're doing. You're here because you skipped class. The punishment for the first three cutting class offences is 'pops' or 'licks', pick any word you like. What it means is you are going to stop talking and take your medicine and get spanked."

"But Mr. Horton isn't hear today."

"That's true. And I am not he. How incredibly observant of you. I can wield a paddle just as well as Mr. Horton, believe me." She stood up from chair and walked around to stand to the side of her desk. "Now get over here and bend over my desk and accept your punishment".

I was stunned. There was no way I was getting out of this. I assumed I could take the pain but the idea of getting paddled by Miss Magill, with Mary Stuart outside knowing what was happening (and perhaps hearing what was happening) so that she could smirk at me as I left the office was humiliating. "I uh...I..."

"I don't appreciate your wasting my time. You will bend over my desk in the next five seconds or I'll get on the phone to call your parents."

As a guy with a solid B+ grade average who had never gotten in any real trouble, this was the LAST thing I wanted. I couldn't imagine my parent's reaction. They would NOT be understanding. Miss Magill gazed at me haughtily, daring me to defy her.

There was nothing I could do. I walked to her desk and stood beside her, looking at her as she smiled down at me. "Good boy." She turned to a filing cabinet and reaching behind it, pulled out a thick wooden handle. She raised it before her, caressing the blade of the paddle with her left hand. 

"Now...take down your pants and bend over."

"Take down my pants?" I couldn't have heard that right. I wiped the smile off her face with my question.

"I'm not in the habit of having myself questioned by my students. I will not paddle you through blue jeans that will absorb the blows. I won't your jeans around your ankles with you bent over that desk. NOW."

"But this isn't right." I shrilled, my voice catching. "You're a girl and I'm..."

"I AM A WOMAN." The paddle dropped to her side as grabbed my shoulder and shook me. "You will do as I say."

I gulped as she stared me down. I didn't know how to get out of this. I couldn't. There was no way out. I slowly grasped my belt buckle and as I pulled the leather of the belt from the buckle, I turned away from her shyly. Mistake. She grabbed me once again and spun me around. "Don't turn away from me without my permission."

I faced her, cold sweat starting to break out on my upper lip. Damn this wasn't going in anyway as I had figured it. Slowly I slipped my belt from the belt loops of my jeans as Miss Magill watched my every move. I removed the belt. I didn't know what to do with it. I knew somehow that she wouldn't want me to just throw it to the floor. I held it out to her. 

She took it from me. "If I didn't have this paddle, I'd spank you with your own belt. That would be appropriate don't you think?" She smirked and tossed it to a chair behind her. "Continue."

I grasped my jeans and hesitated. I was embarrassed. And yet, somehow, I began to feel the very beginning tingling of an erection forming. God, no.

"I DON"T like to be kept waiting," she said icily. And still I hesitated. Blood was flowing in the wrong direction in my body. 

Enough was enough. Miss Magill snapped. Coming forward quickly she placed her paddle under her right arm and, pushing my hands which were still frozen at the top of my jeans out of the way, unsnapped the button of my jeans. Drawing the zipper down she hissed at me, "I have had enough from you, young man." The zipper unzipped to the bottom of my crotch. Gazing unblinkingly into my eyes, she grasped the edges of my jeans and pulled them down, exposing my tighty whities. She kneeled before me as she wrestled my jeans down to my ankles. Her eyes were still locked on mine but mine were inexorably drawn down to the deep cleavage revealed to my gaze. Her white bra fought to contain what must of have been at least 38DDs. It was impossible not to look as the blood continued to flow into penis. She smirked as she stood up. Busted, again. And I was going to pay, I could tell by the look on her face. 

Miss Magill brought the paddle up between us. "I've never had to undress a little baby before. You're going to be sorry you acted like a child". Once again she reached out and grasped my arm. Slowly as she smiled, she turned me away from her to face her desk. Her hand snaked from my arm to my back and I felt the pressure of her hand in the center of my back, pushing me over and down. There was nothing more to be done and at least, bent over the desk, she wouldn't see the erection that was starting to press outward in my underwear. Relaxing in a way to the inevitable, I leaned over the deak and spread my hands out before me.

There was a small pause as I waited. And then, the first blow came. She was right, she could use a paddle, but I could take it. As the second blow came whistling through the air, I craned my neck to look behind me. The sight was intoxicating. Miss Magill's breasts heaved as she smacked my ass with her paddle. She stared me down but didn't say a word. Her nostrils flared as she swept backwards for another blow. As her breasts danced before my feasting eyes, my penis grew harder. I grunted as another blow came but my butt was warming to the paddle's caress and the pain was receding in the warm glow. I was going to make it.

When Miss Magill reached the count of ten I could feel her step back and away from me.

My ass tingled as did my still engorged penis. While I was in some pain, most of my thoughts were centered on visions of Miss Magill that flashed through my brain. I imagined her in only her underwear and stockings. My dick pulsed at the thought. 

"Turn around." My reverie was interrupted by Miss Magill's command. Was she kidding? I had an erection I couldn't hide. I couldn't face her. "TURN AROUND when I tell you too!", she commanded.

I stood up and as I turned, cupped my hands over my crotch. The reason would be obvious but I couldn't face turning and displaying my hard-on tenting out the front of my underwear. I looked into Miss Magill's face. Yes, she was incredibly sexy and she had unveiled something about my nature that I was heretofore unaware of. Submitting to sexy and strong women turned me on. But I was still embarrassed and humiliated by the whole experience. 

Miss Magill looked me up and down, from my eyes to my hidden crotch and back to my eyes again as I gulped nervously. I prayed she was done with me. "Stand before me like a man when you face me", she hissed. I didn't know what she meant. I didn't move. 

"ARMS to your sides, boy!", she barked. 

She had me and she knew it. I brought my hands to my side and stood before her with my penis outlined in sharp relief, pressing against my tighty whities. She smiled seductively and chuckled as my penis pulsed in response. 

"This is supposed to be a form of punishment as well as a lesson." She looked me over once again. "I don't think this is an effective punishment for you. Do you?"

I didn't know what to do so I did nothing. She strode forward and grasped my left nipple between her thumb and forefinger. She twisted. "Do you?", she said.

Drops of pre-cum dripped from my cock, wetting the front of my underwear. She looked down and shook her head in a tisk-tisk motion. "No, not...at...all." She stepped back and removed her suit jacket, further revealing her incredible breasts to me. Her bra was mighty as it had to be to support those incredible mounds of flesh but it wasn't mighty enough to fight against her. I could see her large erect nipples thrusting up against the fabric of the bra. She smiled as she dropped the jacket behind her. "We'll have to try something else. Turn around."

I was only too happy to oblige as my cock continued to betray me, pre-cum staining the wet gooey spot at the front of my underwear ever larger. I leaned over the desk once again. I felt her hands reach under the back of my shirt and caress my bottom through my underwear. The warm flush I had felt earlier was only enhanced by her touch. My breathing grew heavier as my cock got even harder. 

Suddenly, she grasped my sides and before I knew it, my underwear had joined my blue jeans around my ankles. Now my dripping hard cock was exposed. I had never been harder or larger in all my home jack-off sessions. Nothing compared to being at the mercy of Miss Magill. She caressed by naked behind, the heat of her hands inflaming the skin of my ass. 

I felt her presence lean over me. "This time I'm going to give you twenty with my bare hand.", she hissed into my ear. My penis continued to throb. Pre-cum dripped to the floor. She caressed my ass, lifting my shirt up onto my back. 

The spanking began again. She alternated cheeks as she slapped back and forth. Once again I turned to see her. There was no disguising my feelings now. I was in total lust. I panted as I watched her slap at my ass, her tits heaving from side to side as they had before but now further revealed in their glory. I watched sweat trickle down her chest to disappear deep within her cleavage and wished that I could be there. My cock swung back and forth, back and forth like the clapper of a bell as she spanked my ass over and over. I could feel come churning in my nuts and knew I was close. So close.

"Yes, please. Please. Please." I grunted as she continued to savage my ass. I was so close to the relief my cock ached for. So close.

And then she stopped. Just like that. She stepped back panting a little with the exertion of her efforts. I jumped up and turned, facing her, hands at my side without question now. My cock, red with strain, pulsed and pulsed, pre-cum dribbling down to the floor. I was so close and she had stopped! I would have done anything for her. Anything, if she would just let me cum.

"Please. Please. I'll do anything. Please..." I begged, chest heaving, white-faced as all the blood had long since drained to my crotch. "Please!!!"

She looked at me. She grinned. I waited, desperate for her touch. 

She stepped forward. "Please... what?" she said. The word "what" came simultaneously with her two hands grasping and twisting oh so hard at my nipples through my shirt.

And I came. As she twisted my nipples my cock lurched upwards and with a mighty pulse I came, arc after arc, rope after rope of hot white jizz all in tribute to this woman who had enslaved me. She jumped back in time to save her skirt but not her stockings as I laced them with my offering. 

Eventually I was spent. The last of my sperm dribbled from my cock while the ropes of jizz that laced her stockings begin to slowly drip down her legs.

I couldn't move. I stood having experienced ecstasy but not knowing how she would react. She just looked at me, the moment frozen. And then she licked her lips and I knew what she wanted me to do. I got down to my knees without her saying a word and licked my tribute from her stockings, revealed to me in my kneeling position as sexy thigh highs as I slurped and sucked. 

"Good boy, very good boy." She sighed contentedly as I finished up the best I could.

The buzzer sounded at her desk. She crossed and answered it. I waited on my knees. 

"My next appointment is here. That will be all for today". 

She watched me as I gathered my clothes and cleaned myself up as best I could. As I turned to the door, her voice stopped me as she settled once again behind her desk. 

"If you cut class on a Tuesday again, you'll have to see me on Wednesday as Mr. Horton is out of the office every Wednesday."

I nodded, "Yes ma'am", and bolted out the door. On the way out I had to endure Mary Stuart grinning devilishly and knowingly as she stamped my hall pass to head back to class.



Come In



I've been thinking about you non-stop since the last time. I can still hear you moaning in my ear, can still feel your hand teasing my inner thighs, your tongue inside my mouth and my pussy.

I manage to maintain my composure as I climb onto the bus. I put my headphones on and start listening to music, but that quickly starts to irritate me and I pull them out again. Suddenly and unexpectedly, as though you are right there, I feel you pushing my body against the wall with yours, and I give a small involuntary gasp. 

After what seems like an hour, the stop for your house approaches. I ring the bell and stand up, feeling the moistness between my legs growing. Just the thought of you is the biggest turn-on.

When I finally arrive at your door and you let me inside I discover that you are, as usual, watching YouTube videos. I roll my eyes, feeling my wetness begin to subside -- but then I remember your incredible libido and am reassured. All will come in good time.

I go over to your chair and sit on your lap, grinding slightly into your leg. I feel your body stiffen in surprise, but you say nothing as yet. I continue to move my ass around, the feeling of cotton on my pussy making me wet again. Your hands move their way to my belly, caressing and massaging their way downwards. Before your hands can get far though, I stand up and give you my most seductive look -- it's easy when I'm this turned on. With a hungry look in your eyes, you stand up yourself and come towards me. I fully expect to feel harsh lips on mine, but when we come in contact your lips are surprisingly, wonderfully soft. You use your lips to caress mine, slowly letting your tongue work its way into my mouth. This sensuous kiss is more erotic than any giant cock in front of me, and I feel myself getting so wet I'm trembling. My tongue responds in kind, and I pull you closer to me, pressing against your hard cock.

Suddenly I break away, and with a beckoning look lead you to the bedroom. I pull you into me once again, kissing you forcefully this time, pulling your shirt off as quickly as I can -- I want to feel your skin on mine. I hear your breathing deepen as you pull mine off and undo my bra clasp. We press together once more, kissing harder than ever, but it's still not enough. You take me and forcibly lay me across the bed, kissing your way down my front. 

Your lips feel like heaven against my skin and I lay my head back, a little moan escaping my lips. You fumble with my jeans for a moment, and then they're off and I'm spreading my legs for you, exposing my wet pink pussy. Suddenly I feel your tongue caressing my clit just the way you'd kissed my mouth before. I can practically feel the juices dripping out of me as I grind my ass against the bed. I feel you slide two fingers inside me and I moan aloud. You begin rocking your hand in and out of me, making me smile to myself with pleasure. You shift your body and now I can feel your cock against my leg -- you're grinding against me and that makes me even hotter than I'd been before. 

Then nature calls and I roll my eyes, climbing out of bed and promising to return soon. When I stand up I can barely see straight and I stumble my way to the bathroom.

When I come back, you're lying there looking disappointed. I give you a wink and kiss your mouth. Then I kiss your cheek and your neck, stopping there to nibble a little. You arch your neck and moan. I kiss my way down your chest and trail, all the way to your still-soft cock. I stop to cross my legs, then I tease your balls and caress your dick. Finally I lower my head and give you a soft lick. 

You perk right up at that. I continue licking up the shaft, over and over again, with long slow strokes -- enough to make you squirm and grind your hips. Then I take you in my mouth, imagining how my lips on your cock must feel, picturing a grossly enlarged clit. I move my mouth up and down, slowly at first but quickening as I go along. You're groaning now and I look up to see your head laid back, eyes closed. I am so turned on and all I want to do is suck you all the way into my mouth. You're watching me now, and I arch my back with passion. I add my hand to your cock, sliding it up and down with my mouth, and your voice becomes deeper. "Oh yeah, that's good, that's so good...." You're turning me on so much I almost start masturbating myself, but I put all my energy instead into pleasuring you. I'm pumpign my head up and down as fast as I can and you're pushing my head with your hands, encouraging my movement. I'm getting so hot and so wet now -- I can feel my pussy positively dripping with my juices, just waiting for you to take me. 

Suddenly you push me onto my back and start jacking yourself off while I squirm on the bed. "I want to come all over you," you moan, and I give a tiny scream. But you can't do it, it won't happen, and suddenly you're pushing yourself into me and I feel so ecstatic at that feeling I can't help bursting out with a moan of surprise and passion. You're pumping into me so hard and so fast, but you're still not coming and I want to make it happen for you. I catch my breath and moan into your ear, "Come in me." As soon as I say it, you let out a gigantic moan. "Please come in me! I want to feel it! Please!"

And then your body is spasming, you're clutching at me like I'm your only lifeline, and I'm holding on to you for dear life, groaning as each wave of your pleasure courses through me. Finally we lay still, grinning to ourselves and holding each other.



Come In



"Come in"

I thought it was a bit odd she left the door unlocked, but I went ahead in anyway. She lived in a shotgun house in an old section of New Orleans known for its colorful character. The house was a further reflection of that, reminiscing of times past. It had the 14' ceilings that define the style of the house, but had been appointed in modern finishes in a recent renovation. 

The house was open all the way to the kitchen in the back, except for a second door off the entryway. Originally this was the front door and the entryway was a porch, but the Queen made the change in the renovation. The door separating the entryway from the livings area were French doors made of wood and leaded crystal. Light shone through but it was impossible to see what was on the other side of the doors. Only the soft warm flickering of candlelight was apparent. 

"You know what you're to do before you come in, so please do so" said the voice beyond the doors. There was a table and chair in the entryway, as well as a hanger on the chair. On the table was a collar, leather wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs, and a black hood. I stripped myself nude, put on the collar and cuffs, inspected my cock and balls for stray hairs (none), put the hood on my head but not over my face, and pages the door bell to be let in. 

"It's open I said" she yelled. I tried the door and sure enough it was open. I walked in the room to find my queen laid out on her chaise, adorned in a purple velvet robe, with candles lit and soft music playing. She was reading something I couldn't make out, and took her time finishing her chapter before acknowledging me. The room was just cold enough to be uncomfortable while naked and I couldn't do anything about it as I waited. I felt my nipples getting hard while I stood there admiring Queen while she read. 

Finally she put the book down and allowed me to come greet her as I had been trained. I dropped to my knees, crawled to her chair, and licked and tongued each perfectly pedicured toe on both feet. She smiled slightly and then opened her robe to show me the silken panties and gown she had on underneath, also purple. She then sat upright, opened her legs, and leaned over to whisper in my ear "you know what you're doing next". I kissed my way up her thighs to her pussy, pulled the panties aside, and sucked her clit until it was throbbing. Queen moaned in pleasure, but stopped me before I brought her to climax. 

"If I cum now I'll just send you home. But I have a surprise for you" she told me as she stood up. She then guided me to my feet, pulled the hood down over my head, leashed my collar, and led me to the back room of her house. 

Once there, she forcibly pushed me against a wall, and took an arm, outstretched it, and hooked it to the wall. While she did this, I was certain I felt another hand take my other arm before she was done, and it too was clipped to the wall. Finally my feet were also clipped and I was unable to move. I felt a hand on my cock and a tongue on my chest, and then suddenly something wrapping around my cock. It was a cold and metallic feeling, which made me think it was some sort of chastity device. As I'm figuring this out I feel a tongue on my nipple, and hands on my body. Either Queen has the most active hands ever, or there is someone else here, I think. But I'm not certain. There's no voices in the room. Just the touch of hands on my body. 

Eventually while being caressed and becoming as aroused as the cock cage would let me, I hear Queen's voice, but its from the other side of the room. She's asking if I feel good and do I like what's happening, which I do, and she's giggling because I can't become erect. It occurs to me at this point that there are two women here...

My Queen has arranged for a 3-way for me, but I can't see the other woman, nor can I receive direct pleasure from her? Oh, this is mean...

Now Queen has turned up the intensity with me and her friend. They took turns kissing my body, rubbing me, touching me, teasing me. I begin to hear moaning from Queen, then from the mystery woman, accompanied by the buzzing of a vibrator. In what seems to be an eternity, I'm either being touched and teased, or hearing one or both of these ladies cumming over and over. My cock throbs against the cage, but can't break free of its restraint. The room smells of sex and sweat and I can't see or touch any of it. I can feel hands on my body periodically but nothing granting me release. 

Eventually the moans wind down to a whimper. The room goes quiet for a minute until I feel a mouth against my neck kissing me and nibbling gently followed by a sweet "goodbye". 

I hear my Queen and her friend leave the room, and Queen return a couple minutes later. She removed my hood, unhooked my hands from the wall, and asked "did you enjoy your 3-way?" 

"Yes Queen, I did"

I'd always had a fantasy about a 3-way with 2 women, but it never went like that. 

"Would you like to cum now?"

"Yes Queen, I would love to". 

She then removed the cock cage, unhooked my legs, led me to a table where she bent me over and rehooked my hands and feet, and while standing behind me she reached between my legs and began stroking my cock. While doing so I felt a familiar cold wet liquid on my ass and eventually she entered me with a finger. 

She masterfully massaged and milked me, bringing me to the very edge of orgasm over and over, telling me about how much fluid was being released from my cock, and occasionally bringing some to my lips to taste. Eventually she hit that spot which sent my body trembling and triggered an orgasm so powerful my ears hurt. 

Queen then unhooked me from the table, put me on my hands and knees, and had me lick up my mess from the floor. Once it was clean to her satisfaction, she let me go the bathroom to clean myself up. 

I found her back on the chaise lounge again reading her book. I tried to tell her goodbye, but she didn't look up from the book to return the pleasantries. 

I let myself out, redressed on the entry way and headed to my car. 

I had an email waiting for me when I got home. It was from Queen. 

Pictures...

Of her, her friend, and me tied to the wall...

And a note...

"Enjoy these. But you are NOT to cum until I allow it!"

Oh, Queen...



Come In Leo



"Come in Leo." 

When the doorbell rang shortly after eleven in the morning, I knew who it was. It had all been arranged and I had already formulated a devious plan in my mind to get what I wanted. 

I had my eye on Leo for quite some time and I knew we would be alone for at least a couple of hours and I had conceived one hell of a hell of a plot to entertain him!

Leo was about 22 years old, almost a year older than my son, Paul. They were both on the varsity swim team and spent a lot of time practicing in our pool. One couldn't help but admire him. He was very tall and slim, with the wide shoulders and the trim hips of a athletic swimmer. His obvious Mediterranean heritage and the time he spent in the sun gave his skin a glorious, golden bronze color. Both Leo and Paul and the rest of the swim team wore the skimpiest, bikini style bathing trunks you could possibly imagine. Although everything was covered, you could see the outline of every feature of their young, virile bodies.

In preparation for Leo's visit, I had changed into my own skimpy bikini, one that showed off both my breasts and my ass. When I opened the door, Leo was smiling but when he saw me, his eyes went wide and his mouth went slack. I don't think he had ever thought of Paul's mother as being a "chick." I was only 18 when Paul was born, so I was just 39 years old at the time.

I gave him my best smile when I said, "Come in Leo. Paul called and said he would be a little late and that I should entertain you until he got here. Go into Paul's room and change and we'll have a swim before lunch."

He started down the hall towards Paul's room and almost walked into the doorjamb looking back at me. I smiled myself and thought, "This should be easy." 

By the time he came out to the pool, I had taken loose my bra top and was laying face down on a chaise lounge. I rose up just enough so that he though he might catch a glimpse of something. "Be a dear and spread lotion on my back. I don't want to get too much sun.”

With my arms at my side, I feigned sleep while he sat on the edge of the chase and began to apply the oil to my back. He made a little movement and I cracked my eyes open just enough to see he was making an adjustment in his crotch. I suspected that the skimpy bathing suit was losing a battle to hold his growing penis in place. I sat partially up and "accidentally" let my bra top slip just a little, bearing part of one boob. His mouth dropped open, his face got red and he looked away after a couple of seconds.

His face was red when he sputtered, "I didn't see anything Mrs. McDonald."

"Nonsense Leo, it's quite all right. I didn't mean to shock you. In fact, I enjoyed having a handsome young man like you admire my breasts. Do you think they are nice?" I dropped my hands and took the bra top away, freeing my boobs. I knew I had big, nice tits and many men had commented on how beautiful they were. They just didn’t know how much I liked having them touched, sucked on and played with. 

Leo was just sitting there with his mouth open and his eyes wide, focused on my nipples. I picked his right hand up out of his lap and put it against my left breast. "There, how does that feel? Is it nice and soft? Put your other hand on the other side. Ooh, I like that. Can you feel my nipples getting hard?"

He massaged and tweaked them for a few moments before he realized what he was doing. Suddenly, very embarrassed he quickly stood up, let his hands fall to his sides and stammered, “I -- ah -- shouldn’t be doing that.”

I reached out, took his hands and put them on my breasts again and said, “There is nothing wrong if you like feeling them. I like to have it done to me, it is very exciting.”

The huge lump in his bathing suit was almost level with my chin. As if it were a regular thing, I reached out and caressed it through the silky fabric of his swimsuit. “I like to do that too, don’t you? I hope it excites you the same as it does me.” It was already hard as a rock. He just stood there, grinning, feeling my tits while I held on to his cock through his bathing suit. He had a far-away look in his eyes and I was afraid he would have a climax in my hand before we had a chance to do anything else. 

I pulled the waistband of the trunks down and freed his trousers snake. It was a beautiful instrument, long and straight with a small, pink, helmet. Before he had a chance to react, I put my hands on his hips, pulled him to me and let this stunning tool slide over my lips and deep into my mouth. His hands on the back of my head and the deep grunt from his chest told me I had him. Within moments he was fucking my mouth with wild abandon.

I knew there was no stopping him so I figured, what the hell, I might as well enjoy it. Faster and faster he rammed his gorgeous cock down my throat. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he stopped and with a low growl emptied the juice of his loins into my greedy mouth. Spurt after spurt he continued to shoot his tasty cum down my throat. There was so much I couldn’t swallow it all and a good portion oozed out, dribbling down my chin. 

Leo was just standing there, head back, eyes closed and his whole body was twitching every time I ran my tongue over the smooth head of his cock. It was beginning to soften when I let go of it with my mouth and captured it between my tits. I don’t think he was capable of another climax right then but it felt wonderful slipping up and down in the valley created between my breasts when I pushed them together with my hands. 

I could see he was weak in the knees. Like an obedient child he stepped out of his bathing trunks and followed me into my bedroom when I stood up and took him by the hand. My bra top was already off so I easily slipped out of my bikini bottoms. I thought he had been awed when he saw my tits. It was nothing compared with the reaction when he saw my clean-shaven pussy, already dripping juice with anticipation. 

“How about that Leo. Come here and feel how soft it is with no hair and how wet I am, waiting for you.” I had to actually take his hand and put it on my snatch. His cock had already begun to grow again. “Lay down Leo and let me take care of you.” He reminded me of a dutiful servant as he took his place, flat on his back with his magnificent wand waving in the air, erect, proud and, once again, ready.

His eyes were big and wide with disbelief when I crawled on top of him. I smiled down into his face as I crouched over him, my slippery wet pussy only a hairs breath away from his hard pole. He gave an audible exhale of breath and closed his eyes when I took it in my hand and rubbed the smooth head against the lips of my cunt. When it touched my clit I think I did the same thing. Slowly, I lowered my body on it until his hard dick was completely contained in the warm receptacle between my legs. His eyes were closed and his face was contorted almost as if he were in pain. When I moved just a little, he opened his mouth and gritted his teeth, but now he was smiling, almost grinning. 

I posted up and down, savoring the feeling of his young cock, so hard you couldn’t bend it sliding in and out of me. Once I went so high that it fell completely out of me and I had to use my hand to guide it back into my welcoming hole but Leo didn’t seem to mind. It had been a long time since I fucked anybody that seemed to enjoy it as much as he did. As young as he was, he had remarkable staying power and I was on the verge of orgasm myself before he finally started grunting and I knew he was there too. He was driving his cock into me so hard that I was in danger of being thrown off. Eventually, his movements slowed and arched his back, driving his prick as far in my cunt as it would go. I was cuming myself when I felt his hot jitsm shoot deep into me, pulse after pulse. It felt like there were buckets of it.

We were both gasping for breath when I rolled off of his softening prick to lie alongside of him. It must have been 30 minutes later when I finally roused myself and went to the bathroom to clean up. Leo was sleeping peacefully, his once proud cock now wilted and lying sideways across his leg. The warm washcloth wiped his cum out of my cunt and the remnants of our lovemaking off of his dick without wakening him. Even soft, it was still a handsome penis. I couldn't resist so once again I took in my mouth. Leo slept peacefully while I nursed on his flaccid tool of lust. 

I was sucking away, trying to nurse a little more semen out of his semi soft dick when a voice behind me said, "See mom, he was all that I said he would be. I hope you had a good time." It was Paul, standing in the doorway with his cock in his hand, jacking it back and forth, fucking his fist.

I stopped sucking long enough to smile at him and say, "He was wonderful, almost as good as you! Come over here and do me from behind while I finish him off again."

I reapplied myself to blowing Leo but moved around so that my ass was high in the air. As he had been taught to do, Paul came up behind me, grabbed my hips and rammed his youthful tool all the way down my hungry snatch. I don't know when Leo woke up but he was fucking my mouth with as much vigor as Paul was fucking my pussy from behind. It is hard to describe how good it feels to have two young, hard cocks to use anyway you want. I felt Leo stiffen and knew that he was very close to unloading another wad of his jitsm into my mouth. Then, I could feel Paul ready to do the same. Almost in unison Leo filled my mouth with his cum and Paul shot a tremendous load into my pussy.

"OK you guys, both of you finished but what about me?"

I don't think Leo knew what I was talking about but Paul said, "You know me mom, I would never miss a chance to eat your pussy. I would love to do it unless Leo would like the honors."

Then it dawned on me; I don't think Leo ever sucked on a clitoris in his whole life. "Well, one of you are going to do it. How about you Leo, do you want to give it a go?"

"Err, I don't know, I've never tried it. With you tell me what to do?"

So we showed him. With him still lying on his back I sat on his face with his nose being tickled by my pussy hair. Tentatively he stuck his tongue into my slit and tasted my juice. It must not have been too bad because he took another couple of licks. Within moments he was lapping like crazy and I was in ecstasy as his tongue danced with my clitoris. I didn't have the heart to tell him that part of the flavor he was enjoying was the cum Paul had shot into me earlier, I just sat there, grinding my pussy into his mouth. Paul was busy too, massaging my tits with one hand and Leo’s balls and dick with the other.

It didn’t take long and soon I felt his tongue dredging up first filaments of orgasm and soon I had a mind-blowing climax, twitching and jerking each time Leo’s tongue touched my responsive clit.

We all collapsed in a huge tangle of arms, legs, cocks and one very sensitive, very appreciative pussy.

Later, after we all did it again but this time me blowing Paul and Leo fucking my ass from behind, we made arrangements for Leo to join us in our daily games.

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Come Into Me



"I thought you weren't going to be home until 9?"

"Got off of work early, back from getting some smokes and a few bottles of tea."

"Ah...." 

::She grabs him around the neck and lays a hard kiss on him...:: 

"Good. I missed you today"

::Kisses her back with a wink:: 

"Oh? And why was that?"

::Wraps his own arms about her waist::

"One of those days" 

::She wraps her arms around his neck and lays her head on his shoulder:: 

"Just hold me for a moment" 

::With sigh she closed her eyes and kissed his neck::

::Holds her closer, breathing softly still as she kisses his neck:: 

"...care to talk about it?"

"Not really" 

::She looked back and up kissed him again. Slowly walking backwards towards the kitchen with him in tow. As the reached the table she hopped up on there::

::Follows her willingly in tow, wearing a grin the whole time; walking closer to her as she hops upon the table; spreading her legs to innocently rest himself in-between them, reaching in for another deep kiss:: 

"That's all right, talking about it is fine...but there are always other ways to deal with a bad day." 

::Kisses her once more, his hands rising from her waist to rest near her breasts, at her sides::

::She starts to lean back with her arms wrapped around his neck. She moved up a little on the table and pulled him on top of her::

::Continues to kiss her as his weight is drawn onto her, his right hand shifting to cup her breast as he slides his tongue into her mouth gently; teasing hers, inviting it to dance with it in the embrace::

::She bits down on his tongue, pulling it a little. As he brings his head up, she smiles at him.:: 

"Let's move somewhere more comfortable" 

::She gets up and walks up the stairs, while looking over her shoulder::

::With a smile he nods, leaning against the table; eventually following her to the foot of the stairs::

::Soon she calls down..:: 

"Are you coming?" 

::Treads slowly upstairs, his eyes not leaving hers as he does so. As he approaches her, he leans in for another, though subtle, kiss upon the lips:: 

"...Certainly. What did you have in mind for comfort?" 

::He looks about from door to door, eventually leading his eyes once again to hers::

::She smiles back:: 

"My choice tonight?" 

::She took his hand:: 

"This way" 

::She led him to the bedroom. Closing the door behind them, she turns around and shoves him to the bed and jumps on top. Planting a hard kiss on him::

::Returns the kiss more than willingly, tilting his head ever slightly to deepen the embrace. A hand pulls her close, the arm attached wrapping about her waist. His other hand grabs playfully at her ass, while his tongue slips in and about her mouth; once again inviting her own tongue to join it::

::She slips her tongue in, licking the roof of his month. As she lowers herself on to, she straightens her legs out, and places a knee gently against him, rubbing ever so softly. She breaks the kiss:: 

"You are mine tonight?"

::Slides the hand that was once on her ass to touch her cheek, his thumb rubbing along her skin:: 

"It would be my pleasure, yes." 

::Winks once again, his other hand still about her waist:: 

::She lays a hard kiss on him again, this time, not only kissing his lips, but his cheek then nibbling on his ear. She reaches down while kissing him, and almost rips the belt off of him and tosses it towards the bathroom.:: 

"Good..." 

::As she undoes his pants, she starts kissing down his neck and stops at the collar of his shirt:: 

"How much do you like this shirt?"

::Looks to the shirt hiding his torso from her, a simple blue t-shirt:: 

"...not as much as I'd like it torn from me by a beautiful woman." 

::Grins widely, sliding his own two hands to her side, leaning forward from his laying position to delicately slide her blouse off::

::She stops his from removing her shirt and shakes her head:: 

"Yours first" 

::She slowly starts her way down, biting off each button and spitting it across the room. Once the last button is gone, she rips the shirt off of him and throws it to the floor. Then she starts kissing down his chest to his navel, once again::

::Takes in a deep breath as she does so, closing his eyes to let out the breath with a sigh of relief as she begins laying pecks about his chest, then his body trembles subtly with excitement as she reaches his navel, his hands coming to caress the back of her head gently:: 

"And here I was thinking this was going to be for you."

"he he... I know" 

::She kisses lower and stops short of his boxers. Slowly she wenches them down his legs and off on to the floor. She starts kissing down from his navel, down the 'happy trail' to his dick, which was already hard and begging for attention::

::Begins to breathe more heavily, the hands once caressing her head now resting in her hair. His hard dick throbbing with joy at the attention now; a short lived and quiet moan coming from his lips:: 

::She comes up for a moment, and unties the string at the chest of her shirt. As she does so, her un-bra-d chest falls out. Slowly she moves one of her own hands up and starts to fondle herself as he looks on. With the other hand, she grabs him and starts sucking hard. She lets go of him with her hand, and starts to move her hand lower on herself, until she reaches her pants. She quickly undoes them and shimmies out of them all while give him head. She kicks them off and sticks her hand down her panties, rubbing herself at a quickened pace::

::Moans deeper now, his eyes watching her fondle then pleasure herself; trembling more now as her skin is revealed to him. He then grins widely, a look of an excellent idea crossing his face. At an opportune moment, he picks her up gently from her pleasing him and herself::

" ...Allow me." 

::Keeping her face still around his own dick, he motions and moves her about until her panty covered pussy is in front of his face, taking in a deep breath of the musky scent of a wet pussy. He kisses around her panties as she re-adjusts herself, a free hand sliding along the panties where the crack of her ass is, down to her pussy; rubbing slightly. The other hand comes up eventually, and with care he slides her panties down and off, reaching back to do so::

::She spreads herself open for me and goes back to sucking him as he sticks his face into her wet and hot pussy. She starts to moan a little as he laps up the wetness that is dripping from her::

::And he does, taking every bit of it in as he possibly can, licking around her lips then lapping up nearly inside of her. His tongue dances up a little after enjoying the taste of her pleasure, sliding right along her ass-crack; barely grazing her asshole as it comes back down to caress the inside of her pussy with a few rotations almost completely inside of her, stopping only for seconds to massage the nearly hidden clit that was begging for attention; rotating once along it gently before sliding back into her::

::She moans softly, then gets up. She pulls her shirt off and turns around, and faces him. As she kisses him, she can taste herself. Soon, her hands start to roam all over his body.::

::Returns the kiss deeply, though not sliding his tongue in; seeming to simply enjoy the attention as well as the embrace of her own body. His own hands begin to wander, trailing near and around her breasts, then towards her back; though they seem to be teasing, as they nearly graze her ass but don't touch it, rising up to pull her closer, coming to rest about her waist::

::She straightens one leg, and flips him over, causing him to be on top. She looks up at him, gazing into his eyes. She smiles.:: 

"Take me? However you want, I don't care. I want you bad. Make me a dirty girl." 

::She pulls him back down and kisses him roughly, shoving her tongue into his mouth, licking the roof of his mouth, and flicking his tongue::

::Moans into her mouth, his own tongue dancing about hers after she flicks it; and his hands takes hers, raising them far above her head and holding them there, and he breaks the kiss afterwards to kiss her neck, adjusting himself ever slightly to slide his dick into her pussy. He continues to clasp her hands in his, slowly sliding his dick in and out of her as he begins to kiss her once again, allowing it to linger on and on.

::With her hands being held back, all she can do a move with him, rising up to meet her thrust. She bites down on his tongue for a moment, and purrs a little. She pulls back:: 

"Harder, tease me. I want to be fucked so hard that I'm numb" 

::She raises her head up and kisses him again, then lays her head back down on to the bed, and stares up at him waiting for his reaction::

::Returns the gaze for a moment, and releases her hands to kneel slightly; his dick sliding out of her, a drop of her juices dropping off of it. He kisses down her neck, to her chest; biting her right nipple gently, eventually nibbling as he reaches for something underneath the bed. He procures a shoe box, and he kisses down further as both hands now open it; several unseen objects rustling as he kisses softly about her thighs, coming to kiss her pussy but stopping only to breathe gently on it:: 

"...Now let's see..." 

::Gives the lips of her pussy a single lick, whatever his hands are dealing with still unseen, though the sound of a bottle being uncapped can be heard::

::She arches her back slightly and offers up her cherry to him. Her now free hands, moving down her own body towards her wet pussy. Her back still arched and her eyes closed, she starts to play with herself as he messes with something from underneath the bed. Suddenly, her hands are stopped by his:: 

"But" 

::She protests:: 

"I have something better" 

::He proclaims:: 

"Not that...Not that I mind watching you.."

::With a grin, he stands, lifting her with him with one arm; whatever it was he had been messing with now in his free hand, though he turns her so that his dick rests against the lips of her pussy and her ass pressed against his own body:: 

"...how dirty of a girl do you wish to be?" 

::Kisses her neck, raising the hand he used to turn her to cup one of her breasts with a squeeze, then taking one of her nipples between his index finger and thumb to tweak and tease it::

"I want to be NUMB. I want to forget about my day" 

::She reaches up, and grabs his hand that it messing with her nipple and moves it down to her pussy, which is dripping juices down her bent leg::

::Rubs her clit with the directed hand, then after a moment his hand slides away; coming back with the toy that was in his other, and with a 'click!' it begins to vibrate. A light blue, simple vibrator now begins to slide in and out her, and his other hand becomes busy once more; the sound of a squeeze and liquid being placed upon something can be heard from behind her, though the vibrator would seem a worthy distraction as it comes in and out of her slowly at first, spinning about from time to time. Suddenly, a finger slides into her ass; warm with lubricant::

::She lets out a moan as the vibrator and his finger fucking her at the same pace.:: 

::Picks up the pace with the vibrator, a second lubricated finger now managing its way into her ass, though his fingers go in and out with care, the vibrator seems relentless - twirling and coming in and out quicker and quicker::

::Suddenly, she cums, her juices squirting out of her and onto the bed. Some starts to drip down his legs as he yanks his fingers out and starts to shove his cock into her ass. Gently, but quickly at the same time.:: 

"I want you to cum in my pussy. I want to take your cum inside me" 

::She screams out as he gets in deeper into her ass.:: 

::Carefully does go deeper, though the vibrator's motions do not stop as she cums - it actually becomes faster, seemingly motivated by her pleasure. As her ass hugs his dick he moans, eventually getting it as deep as it can into her ass and leaving it in place, allowing it to grow used to the cock that has dived deep inside of her. As it stops for that moment, the vibrator goes deeper as well; his finger tips still grasping it well, afterwards it begins to fuck her hard; being pushed in and out intensely. After that, he begins to fuck her ass a bit quicker as well, taking his dick from the deepest it can go into her ass and sliding it in and out, occasionally taking it completely out to allow her ass to close ever slightly before shoving it back in, quickening the thrusts; eventually fucking her ass just as hard as her pussy was being fucked by the vibrator::

::She starts to moan and scream in pleasure as her body bounces against his. She cums again. And not too soon did that orgasm stop, did she have another. Soon enough the bed was soaked beneath them as she came 3 more times.:: 

"More! More! More!" 

::She screamed as her ass cheeks romped against him waist. She started moving with the motion, moving back and forth. Meeting him as he thrusted forward. Soon, they were dripping with sweat and juice from her pussy. She closed her eyes and listened to the moans from both of them and the slapping of her ass against him. Suddenly, she came again. She squirted everywhere, having her own juices dripping down her stomach. She collapsed, falling off of his dick, which had yet to cum::

"I still haven't came inside of you, I'm not done yet..." 

::Pulls her towards him, so that she is limply bent over; one hand pressing down on the small of her back, while the other took to sliding the cum covered vibrator into her ass; only a quarter of it sticking out from her asshole. Breathing heavily, he slides his dick into her drenched pussy; continuing the hard fuck, thrusting deep into her pussy quickly, occasionally taking a hand to dig the vibrator deeper into her ass, then sliding it back out so that only a quarter of it was visible::

::She moans louder, her breathing getting shorter and shorter. Her whole body was convulsing as she just had orgasm after orgasm. The vibrator in her ass made her whole body go numb, as the pumping of his dick slammed against her. Suddenly he tightened up, and his fucking got harder and quicker. She knew he was about it cum.:: 

"Oh my god! Cum! Cum! Fucking cum! I want you're cum inside me!" 

::She screamed in-between the moans. Suddenly, she had energy, and started moving with him again, trying hard to get him to go:: 

::Her moans almost seem to drive his relentless thrusts, however; he begins to tremble, his own body growing numb with the effort. After what seemed forever, he lets out one long, final moan; releasing a large amount of cum inside of her. A hand takes the vibrator out of her ass, and with another 'click!' he turns it off, and shortly after dropping it into the box with a 'thud' he collapses next to her, pulling her close with both hands about her waist. Then he kisses her deeply, letting out a relieved sigh afterwards::

::Her breathing is still very heavy as they both fall to the bed. The bed is soaked, they are soaked and both extremely numb. She rolls over to face him:: 

"I want more" 

::She looks into his eyes as they both pant together. He smiles at her::

::He lets out a weak, short lived laugh and kisses her forehead:: 

"Not numb yet...?"

"Not numb enough...." 

::She smiles and stands up on shaky legs. As she tries to walk, she almost falls twice, both times catching herself.:: 

"Follow me" 

:: She says as she walks into the shower. He glances up at the clock. They had been at it for almost 2 hours, he thought to himself. How can she still be walking? He laughed as he too tries to walk with shaky legs to follow her::

::Steps slowly with care, his legs trembling and soaked with cum and sweat; the rest of his body near drenched with sweat as well. No less, he approaches the shower with her, and as he reaches the bathroom he wraps an arm about her waist with a grin - which is followed with a deep kiss, broken with only a few words...:: 

"...I like your thinking."

::She pulls him into the relaxing shower and returns the kiss:: 

"Good." 

::Their shower was also a garden tub with jets, which always made the sex fun in the shower. She starts kissing him again, as the shower slowly starts to clean them both off. Grabbing his shoulders, she shoves him against the wall of the shower and starts kissing him hard while rubbing his cock, trying to convince it to come back to life::

::With an "oomph!" he laughs weakly, though only for three seconds; sliding back into the kiss. An arm wraps about her waist, pulling her closer; the other grasping a cheek of her ass. His dick slowly but surely grows into a hard state, welcoming the attention and the oncoming pleasure of her hand's embrace::

::She could tell that his cock was already hardening as she stoked it slowly, picking up the pace. She starts downward, kissing every inch of his body. She stops just short of his rising cock and looks up at him:: 

"Do you still want me? If so, lay me down and take me right here" 

::And with that she took his cock in her mouth and gave it a hard suck before sitting on the shower/tub floor:::

"...I could be sore, beaten...and broken..." 

::Kneels to kiss her in her sitting position, resting the palm of his right hand upon her cheek:: 

"...and I would still want you." 

::Gently leans his weight against her, shifting from a kneeling position to his knees, laying her down; sliding her against him. His dick slides slowly into her, and his hands take her legs by the thighs, spreading them to lay rested length-wise, her feet placed far past him. He continues to slide his cock in and out, much differently than before; lovingly rather than the hardcore fucking that had happened before, smiling down at her with content moans of pleasure::

"Make love to me..." 

::She moans out. Closing her eyes and arching her back, she starts to purr as he slides in and out of her at a slow pace. The water is still beating down on them, muffling their own moans::

::He does so, his dick not changing its pace of thrusts. His breathing keeps a pace of deep breaths, though not nearly as heavily as before. The man that seemed numb and tired now appears full of life once again, wearing an adoring smile as his eyes close, his hands sometimes breaking the soft hold on her thighs to explore her wet, smooth body::

::She arches her back higher and let's out a moan as she cums again, then collapses onto the floor. ::

"Keep going I want you to cum again"

::It doesn't take long, and he doesn't hold it back; with a final moan he cums as well, nearly in unison with her own orgasm. He lies back afterwards, their legs nearly entangled as the water continues to beat down upon them. Not speaking, he still wears the same adoring smile, running one of his hands up and down the lower half of her right leg::

"We better finish up this shower before I completely pass out in here" 

::She laughs. They finish up, dry each other off and climb onto the couch down stairs:: 

"I'll have to change the sheets tomorrow" 

::And with that they fall asleep in each other's arms, to very numb people::



Come Into Me



We found out two days ago that my wife's sister has cancer. Julie, my wife, isn't handling the news very well. At first, she trudged along as if nothing was out of the ordinary but that was a ruse. She does that - pretend like nothing is wrong. She's told me before that if she acts okay, she can trick herself into thinking things are okay. But, they're not okay and we both know it. I can feel worry all over her. It's circling around like an invisible cloud of dust. I've watched her try to carry on with life and stay two steps ahead of the elephant lumbering behind her. Today, the elephant has snagged her and she's retreated to our bedroom. I hate it for her. That hollow pit in your stomach that practically aches as if you've been kicked. Worry, grief, anxiety . . . I'd take it away if I could.

I enter our bedroom to assess the situation. Julie's in bed and I see her look at me but she doesn't speak or acknowledge my presence. The room is so quiet you could hear a pin drop and I do not wish to change the atmosphere; I plan to join it. Julie watches me pull my T-shirt over my head exposing my bare chest. Then, I remove my jeans, socks, and underwear before going to sit on the side of the bed where Julie lies. I reach over to the bedside table, seize a bottle of lotion then, proceed to put a dollop on my hands. I press my palms together to warm the lotion then, gently lift Julie's hand and rub. I caress slowly and lovingly and I can tell by Julie's expression that it feels good. I take my time and pay attention to her cuticles, in between her fingers, and round and round the center of her palm. It is not my intension to soften her skin with lotion. It is my intension to touch her, rub her, and love her with my hands. When the lotion begins to soak in, I apply more and continue to caress my wife. A few minutes later, I rub up her arm and knead her muscles. Julie lies still and motionless while watching me, occasionally closing her eyes. I lift her hand to my lips and kiss her fingertips, then placed her hand back where it originally laid. Next, I apply lotion to her other hand paying just as much attention to this one as the one before. I know Julie feels my love. She knows I'm taking care of her and it makes me happy that she's acquiescing to me. When she feels well, she's such a spit fire that she won't lie still long enough for me to caress her. Plus, she's a giver, not a taker, and she says it makes her feel strange to completely receive and not give back in some way. I am sorry she feels bad enough to be still, but it makes me happy that she'll let me do for her. I've tried to make her understand that when she is still and completely at my command, she is giving to me. That's as much of a gift as doing an active feat. 

I am acutely aware of the silence in the room. There is virtually no noise. It's as if we're in a vacuum together, a surreal place, where time stands still and the only hint of life is our body heat. After I rub her second hand and arm, I slide my hands underneath the covers to find the bottom of her T-shirt. I slide the shirt up, and she raises her torso just enough to allow me to remove the shirt. Now, she's naked too. I begin to caress her torso, breasts, and stomach and watch the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathes. When my right palm is above her sternum, I deliberately press on her solar plexus and look deeply into her eyes. I whisper, "Feel my energy, baby. Take my energy into your body." After a few minutes, she begins to become restless as if the energy is becoming too hot. So, I remove my hand and resume caressing her. I do not touch her in a sexual way, I'm administering to her, loving her. I'm using my touch to try and make her feel better. I cannot take away her worry but I can, at least, soothe her. 

Much time is spent on her torso before moving down toward her legs and feet. I touch her gently with light caresses and massage more deeply too. Occasionally, Julie sighs and I know she is enjoying my touch. I continually notice her expressions to ascertain what feels good and gain clues about which body part she would like me to rub more. I want to give her positive sensation. 

After I have spent much time on her torso and limbs, I run my hands up her legs and begin paying attention to the inside of her upper thighs. She opens her legs to me as if she innately knows I wish to touch her intimately. Before I begin to massage her genitalia, I whisper, "Baby, I'm going to be so easy. All you have to do is feel." Julie doesn't reply, she just stares at me. My hands are already slick enough with lotion that I know I won't hurt her. And, I don't ram my fingers inside her; I'm gentle and I take my time. First, I stroke her outer labia. Then, after eight or ten strokes, I use my thumbs to part her inner labia. Julie gazes at me intensely. I press and knead the skin and glands around her labia before moving inside. My intension isn't to caress her genitalia as in foreplay, rather it's to massage her, rub her, and put love on the inside just like I've put love on the outside. I ease my middle finger just inside her entrance while watching her face for expression. Her eyes close and she sighs.

My movements are slow and I apply pressure just inside the vaginal entrance and knead internally. Julie continues to keep her eyes closed but I can tell by her expression that this feels good. After massaging the tissue just inside her opening, I push my finger deeper. I am acutely aware how warm her tissue is. I begin to knead a spot that I haven't massaged and the moment I touch it, I feel how tight the tissue is. I also hear Julie groan. "Baby, let me rub the tension. Just relax and let it go," I whisper. Julie doesn't open her eyes, she just lies, in this tranquil nest and lets me massage her. I am careful to be gentle as I make a small circular motion with my finger. I see Julie inhale deeply and she sighs as she exhales. Within a few more moments, I feel the tension release and Julie sighs once more. 

I withdraw my hand and rub my palms on her thighs. She opens her eyes, our gazes meet, and I smile at her. Quietly she whispers, "Come into me."

I look at her tenderly, smile, and whisper, "I'm going to hold you now."

She replies, "Come into me, Ben." Then, she reaches in between her legs as if reaching for my hand. 

I can certainly perform. I always become aroused when I massage Julie, but this time my intension was not to massage as a method of arousal. I truly just want to soothe her. But, I am also aware that I came into this room to administer to my wife and she's telling me she wants me to enter her. So, I climb in between her legs and position myself over her, covering her with my entire body. I look down and she meets my gaze with a gentle, serene expression. Using my hand, I direct the head of my penis at her entrance. I know she isn't one hundred percent aroused, but she is slick enough and open enough from accepting my finger massage that I know I won't hurt her. I push my member into her tight body and she inhales deeply and moans. 

"Don't let me hurt you, baby. Are you okay?" I whisper.

Julie never opens her eyes, she just groans an uh-huh sound then whispers, "Take me, Ben."

As I begin to move, I enclose Julie in my arms and hold her tightly. Rather than pump out and in, I stay connected inside using a more circular motion. I feel her hips begin to move in tandem with me and I hear her sigh with pleasure. I whisper, "That's it, baby, just feel."

Swirls of ecstasy propel us into an ethereal place, a place that doesn't exist in reality, a special place that opens only for the two of us when our bodies join as one. All that exists in this place is heat and sensation and it swirls and whisks us up and away suspending us in pleasure. This is what Julie needs, to be taken away, to seek refuge from the harshness of life. She's no longer aware of her body or the sounds she's making; only what she's feeling. Nestled inside my arms is the safest place on earth and I transport us to the vacuous space that's reserved for our union.

I stay controlled and focused so I won't climax too soon. This is about Julie, not me. I want to give her what she needs and right now, it seems she just needs to be close to me, to let me hold her, engulf her, and take her away. I continue to make a small circular motion with my hips while keeping the length of my penis buried deep inside her. Julie's face is radiant and her skin is shimmering with the pink flush of arousal. If my rhythm changes, I feel Julie's body tense and I know this isn't what she wants. She's not ready for me to bring her back to reality or to propel her toward a grand climax. She wants to stay suspended in sensation where the worries of life are non-existent. I hold her tightly in my arms, close to my chest, and continue to circle my hips. 

"It's so deep," Julie whispers with a raspy, sandpaper quality to her voice.

"Stay with me, baby." I whisper back. Then, Julie begins to lightly pant. "That's it, baby. Let me hear your pleasure." 

Years ago, when Julie and I were first married, she didn't make any sound when we made love. It concerned me because I thought I wasn't pleasing her. After a while, I approached the topic and she told me she was suppressing noise because she didn't want to offend me. I was shocked and asked why she thought I would be offended. She told me her brother and his fraternity brothers used to gossip in front of her about the women they were banging. They were really critical about their conquests making too much noise during sex. So, being the kid Julie was, she put the lesson in the back of her mind to not make noise while making love because guys don't like that. I corrected her and told her that whatever noises she made were beautiful and positive reinforcement for me. That's how I know when I'm pleasing her! From then on, Julie hasn't suppressed whatever natural sounds arise; and, her pleasure is music to my ears. 

I feel Julie's vaginal muscles contract and release, contract and release and then her panting changes to whispering "so deep" every other exhale. I can tell she's not talking to me; she's talking to herself while riding waves of pleasure radiating from her pelvis. Next, I hear her rhythmically breathe, breathe, breathe and stop - push! I hold my penis firmly in place and press my body against her as if becoming one with her orgasm. She is mine - this beautiful woman who is letting go with me. 

After a little time has passed, Julie takes some cathartic deep breaths. I can tell she's coming down from her high so I gently withdraw my member. As soon as our bodies disjoin, Julie rolls onto her side and curls into the fetal position. I ease from the bed and go into the bathroom to release myself and clean up a bit then, head back to bed to cuddle with my wife. I wrap my arms around her and bring my knees up high to spoon. I want her afterglow to last as long as possible and then, as it slowly diminishes, slip into a deep sleep.

As I hold her, loving her, I think how lucky I am that we can share this together. Making love is complicated and the closeness of it helps in so many ways. Right now, my wife needs a gentle touch and it makes me happy that she will let me help her. If she needs more tomorrow, I'll love her again, and again, and again.



Come Into My Arms Jack Pt. 01



CHAPTER 1

Five dolphins played off the bow wave of the Lady Helena and then sliced forward like torpedoes just below the surface. Sunlight glinted off the crests of the swells rolling through the Hauraki Gulf and the spray thrown by the bow waves.

Idyllic, spoiled only by the thump-thump of the big marine Caterpillar down below.

Something a little smelly arrived beside Jack Garland as he watched the dolphins and a metal mug of hot coffee with one sugar banged on the safety rail beside his left elbow.

"You need a bath," Jack said, not unduly critical.

"How would you know? Had one last week, or perhaps the week before. Anyways bathing ain't healthy, Washing removes natural oil from the skin."

Jack said dryly, "The healthy part comes in the things soap and bathwater remove."

"That's debatable."

'I'm not debating. Don't board my ferry until you've bathed thoroughly and splashed yourself with that Mr Man I gave you last Christmas. How much is left?"

Digger shuffled his feet. "Hasn't been opened."

"Christ Digger, tidy up or you'll be paid off. Do you understand?"

"Aye, aye Capt'n."

"Don't be impertinent."

"Jack, I remind you your father didn't bath either."

Jack hid his grin. "Yeah, and look where that got him? He couldn't hold on to a woman longer than two weeks after his last bath."

"Your mum stayed around long enough to have you and then stuck around until you turned fifteen before she took off."

That verbal counter-punch took Jack low and hard. "Well my mum was a resilient Kiwi, wasn't she? Why she married a bath-shy Englishman I'll never know."

Digger snorted. "I've told you a thousand times why. When he sailed a

British destroyer into Auckland here for a joint naval exercise and she was invited aboard with her parents for a goodwill cocktail party and saw him, black-hair crew-cut, six foot two in his crisp Number One uniform, she was impressed. Then she looked into his sorrowful brown eyes and she flipped."

"I don't like being reminded of her, She ran away on me."

"You said she cleared out on your father, God rest his soul."

"Same difference. Bugger off ex-Petty Officer Frank William Nightingale."

"No need to be abusive Kiwi. I'm going. My engine has a warmer personality than you."

Jack sipped his coffee. His mother he hadn't seen for fifteen years was arriving next week for the handing over of his replacement ferry on his thirtieth birthday. He wasn't looking forward to the meeting. After divorcing his father and Jack (well, that's how he viewed it) she'd gone to live with her aunt in Boston and ended up marrying the widowed surgeon next door. He died leaving her even wealthier. She would be making big money on her own account as a leading child psychologist. 

Yeah, what a joke that title was in leaving a screwed-up kid in her wake. Jack hadn't married or allowed any woman to have a meaningful relationship with him after what his mother had done to him.

The dolphins had gone but Jack continued his rail-leaning, now looking ahead to 

Wakefield Island twelve miles ahead. His mom as she called herself had called him one day or night in Boston time and left a message. She sounded drunk and wanted to speak to him, desperately.

He'd replayed the message four times before he felt moved enough to call the callous bitch. Oh boy, what a release that gave her. She'd told Jack walking out on him but not his drunken smelly father had been playing on her mind. Her ability to deal with it had weakened with the death of her second husband. 

Jack had almost thrown his phone at the wall when she said your drunken father but he'd sighed and relaxed, knowing it was the truth.

Passengers had complained about his father's lack of sobriety for years, a few of the complaints being official, but evidence was lacking until one morning the Lady Helena ploughed into the end of one of the ferry terminal berths in the city. People were thrown about but nobody was seriously hurt. Ferry terminal officials arrived on board with two police officers who breath-tested Jack's father. The result was positive and at an official hearing he lost his license to skipper a passenger ferry for eighteen months.

Digger, engineer on the Lady Helena, had also served in the British Navy and was second in command on the destroyer Jack's father sailed into Auckland three years before they left the British Navy and emigrated together to New Zealand to work in coastal shipping. Within hours of 'the incident' Digger had applied for the license to be in command of the ferry; it was granted at a special hearing the next day as he was fully qualified and his qualifications were up to date. 

Captain Cedric Garland felt the disgrace of losing his command and three months later was found drowned in his bath after having consumed a near-fatal level of rum. 

Jack inherited the ferry company and when he qualified fully he took over from Digger as skipper and gave his surrogate 'uncle' a five percent shareholding in company in appreciation of his loyalty. Digger still says it's the only property he's ever owned.

That's how the operation remained until Jack received a call from his recently widowed mother. 

"I want to do something for you Jack, something to win back your heart."

They ended up arguing, Jack saying it was impossible to turn back the clock. 

She said every man had his price. "Let me buy you a replacement ferry for that old tub you operate."

"Don't be daft. I've designed sketches but the bastards at the boat yard reckon I'd receive no change out of two and a half million dollars. So go out and kick a dog if you want relief," Jack said.

"Good night Jack," she said quietly.

"Good night mum er mom. Well talk again eh, when I'm in a better mood."

"I'll look forward to that."

Jack forgot to call her but four days later his bank manager phoned him. He wanted Jack to call in. Well the overdraft had taken a bit of a hammering recently from an overhaul of the aging engine amounting to $28,400 so fat-guts McCrone would be holding his hand out for money.

Mr McCrone the bank manager was all smiles and his PA arrived with coffee and called Jack dear and that told Jack something was up.

"This is stupendously generous of your mother."

"What is Mr Crone?"

"Sending you three million dollars in NZ currency."

"What?"

"Sending you three..."

"I heard, let me see the letter."

"Here you are. It's an email addressed to me which came just hours before the money was transferred electronically."

'Dear Mr McCrone

I daresay you remember me as I was a friend of your wife Betty and I was formerly married to Cedric Garland and as a new bank clerk you did the paperwork for us that led to your bank advancing us the loan to have the Lady Helena built. Please call my son Jack and advise him you have received his money and it's his to drawn down as he wishes. I haven't been the kindest of mothers to him and perhaps this may make up for some of my neglect. Please give my love to Betty.

Helena Giles (formerly Mrs Helena Garland).'

Mr McCrone smiled. "You have the look on your face as if this transfer comes as a bombshell?"

"Yes."

"Well, congratulations. It's not every day one of our clients is given three million dollars."

Jack raced home and called his mum, remembering to call her mom. "I can't believe this."

"That's good. I loved doing it. Do you know it was thirty-four years to the day when I transferred that money to you that your father and I received confirmation of the bank loan that allowed us to have the Lady Helena built at Davey's Boatyard?"

"Four years before I was born, eh mom?"

"Yes but it's a wonder you weren't conceived that very night. We were doing it all over the house and on the back lawn."

"It was a big day for you both."

"And how. You father told me that evening he'd name her after me. I was over the moon and ended up terribly drunk and didn't walk properly for days as a result of all that er...well you know."

"I'll keep in touch. Good-bye and thanks. You've come back for me mom in my time of need with perfect timing. With a slow, aged boat we've become so uncompetitive on the island run and so cost-heavy the company is teetering."

"This is what mothers are for darling even naughty mothers. Good night."

Jack called Davey's Boatyard and asked to speak to Fred Davey. A woman answered saying she was Faye Davey-Ashton. "My father is semi-retired to Honolulu. I'm chief executive, may I help?"

"Yeah, I want a boat built. Can you meet me in O'Hagan's bar tonight?"

"Certainly not. You have it the wrong way around. Clients come to us."

"Sorry Faye, not like the old days eh? When can you see me?"

"Please wait while I consult my diary. "What size of boat."

"A 200-seat ferry."

"Jesus!" said Faye. 

After a pause and some heavy breathing, she asked: "What was your name again?"

"I didn't give it but it's Jack Garland."

"Ah yes we've never met but I know you own Lady Helena. She travels as a bit of a dog but has good lines. I'd either get that Caterpillar rebuilt or dump it and slap in a couple of MTU's and have her moored at the island as a back-up."

"It ought to have good lines. Your dad designed and built her for my father."

Another pause and heavy breathing. 

"What time do you want to meet at O'Hagan's this evening?"

Leaving the ferry wharf at 5.45 that evening with maximum loading of ninety-five passengers, Jack called Digger to the bridge.

"Sit down and pour yourself a rum. Take that second bottle home as a gift. I'm selling up in Ponsonby. I know of three people who want the old family home so will ask the real estate agents to auction it at the end of next month. I'll buy something on the island. Some of those older properties come with more than one dwelling on-site. If it has a bach [cabin] you may wish to live there. Have your meals with me if you like."

"Yeah."

"Yeah what."

"Yes Capt'n."

Jack grinned. "No you fool, communicate properly."

"Yes Jack, it would suit me to leave my sister's snooty home in Parnell and live by the water on magnificent Wakefield Island with a fishing dory waiting for me just above high water mark. You'd buy me that boat, wouldn't you, as compensation for uprooting me?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah what." 

"Yeah get fucked."

"That makes you sound like your father."

There was a pause as they both thought about the late Cedric Garland, RN (Rt'd).

"Mrs Houdini has banked enough money in my account to pay for the replacement of this tub."

"Fuck me."

"If you were forty years younger and female, you could be in with a chance."

They laughed and talked excessively and had another round of planning and reminiscing on the near-empty run back to the city.

At 7.30 two young skinny guys told Jack to "Piss off" when he asked them to move along the bar because he wanted that corner. Jack looked that them, removed his jacket, placed it over a chair and began rolling up his sleeves. Standing six four and with a very wide chest he looked rather formidable, especially when his biceps came into view. The two innocent guys being harassed were now almost at the other end of the bar. Jack had no choice really to hassle because he'd told Faye he'd be backed into the left-hand corner of the bar. 

Finally he saw a good-looking broad with big bangers who made immediately eye contact and waved. Jack patted his dick affectionately before standing to greet Faye who looked even better than he remembered since last seeing her when the yard did the last refit of Lady Helena.

"Hi."

"Hi."

"You look cute."

Faye smiled and said this could be her lucky night.

Two hours later Jack closed the door of her car after kissing her one last time. Her tits had been soft and lovely and her pussy was fat, very ready to eat, so he's feasted while she'd jerked him moaning, "There's no way I can take all of this Jack."

She was lying of course. It mystified Jack that males appeared to think their dick was bigger than it was while woman liked to pretend they had small pussies.

Faye said as they finally parted, both feeling pretty worn out, "I feel I've really been seduced Jack. You know we are two of a kind... promiscuous. I've heard about your reputation."

"Well tonight I can't say I have much involvement. I just lay back and you seemed to run amok."

Faye said it was unusual to be with a man who was content to allow her to do everything her way.

He yawned and said he was naturally lazy but he was happy, as she was able to induce him to fire big shots. "Call your dad and talk this over with him. Your brother doing the financial figuring will need some experienced guidance if the yard is to deliver her for around two point eight mil."

"That's a tough call Jack. One hundred and ten feet in composite, two 292 bhp engines able to push her in trials to top twenty-nine knots is a big ask."

"Tell your dad I feel obliged to get prices from two other yards, one in Aussie. He'll know what boatyards they are. Tell him I'll ensure the launching receives TV coverage."

"TV coverage guaranteed?"

"Guaranteed."

"Sounds good. Can we go out somewhere on Saturday night Jack and then come back here?"

"Have you forgotten you're married Faye?"

"Oh yes that was a hopeful oversight, wasn't it?"

* * *

Eleven months later Jack met his mom at the airport. She'd come to the launching of the new ferry with her fiancé, Jeffrey B. Holland, Commodore of the Shearwater Boating Club in Boston. Dr Holland was an international authority on cosmetic surgery particularly breast implants and breast reductions.

A couple of months earlier Jack, who'd been desperately attempting to come up with an angle for the launching to attract TV interest and had practically slumped on to his knees in thanks when his mom mentioned what J.B. her new boyfriend did for a crust. He could not believe it and finally made the decision whether to call the new ferry the Wakefield Island Express or another name that just wouldn't go away.

"Mom two things I need to say. "I want you and JB to come and jointly launched the new ferry. And mom, her name will be Lady Helena 2." 

His mom began laughing and crying simultaneous and at last she managed to say what an honor it was to have her name perpetuated and of course JB would accompany her.

"He's been making noises about accompanying me and bringing his daughter."

"A daughter eh? A youngster or older?"

"Twenty-eight darling. There's something about her that will fascinate you. I... oh, there's someone at the door. Just a moment."

"No, we're almost ready to leave for the island mom. Bye."

At the airport it was almost a minute before Jack realized the woman who was hugging and kissing and crying over him screaming "Jack...my Jack" was his mother and not a forty-year-old with really great boobs and a near flawless and youthful face. He realized it must be mom when he saw the hands and neck skin of a fifty-two year old.

"This is JB Jack, the distinguished Jeffrey B. Holland."

"How do you do sir," Jack said, shaking the hand of a guy aged 50-plus who looked no older than himself.

The TV liaison officer came up beside Jack and said, "Introductions please Jack and I'll whisk our two distinguished American's off for our exclusive interview."

Jack was about to follow when a smooth American voice said, "Hello Jack."

Jack turned and almost stumbled. He was facing a quite beautiful babe, cascading brown wavy hair and with a great body and face although everything looked as if it may have escaped her father's knife.

"Cassia?"

"Yes Jack, how very nice to meet you. I love your mom."

Jack had fallen in love instantly himself with a 6ft 2in woman with sorrowful brown eyes that set his heart on fire. As far as Jack was concerned, she was the most gorgeous woman he'd ever seen.

"Are you all right Jack? You look somewhat shaken."

"Let's go and watch the interview. They'll hand us a drink because we are guests. Here, let me push these two trolleys and you handle yours."

As they entered the small auditorium all eyes switched to them. Cassia and Jack made an impressive couple.

"My daughter Cassia," JB announced expansively.

"My son Jack who is naming his new 200-seat ferry after his mom," Helena smiled happily.

The people gathered in the studio gave the young couple a round of applause as Jack was handed a beer and Cassia a Martini.

Understandably the TV interview was all about cosmetic surgery, particularly breast enhancement. The female interviewer had very modest breasts.

"New age surgery is going beyond trim and tuck," Dr Holland said. "Helena was not aware that I was a surgeon pushing to new frontiers when we first met last year. When she consulted me Helena interested me intensely because at the age of fifty-two she had medium sized breasts, one larger than the other but that's not uncommon. They were very well shaped and lifted breasts for her age. She plays both squash and tennis and exercises through yoga. I saw her as a perfect candidate for mastopexy involving glandular recontouring. During our time together we both realized we had a mutual attraction for each other but that remained undeclared until she was no longer my patient."

JB asked Helena to remove her jacket. She was wearing a flimsy shirt.

"Turn slowly from one side of the room to the other Helena. That's it. Helena now has the shape and lift of a woman perhaps of twenty-four. The enhancement involved, as I said, glandular recontouring and it also involved using the pectoralis muscle and a little internal mesh."

The media clapped and Dr Holland thanked Helena.

"Oh, one more thing," he said. "Helena finds it no longer necessary to wear a bra."

"What?" cried several women in disbelief.

"That's a fact. Rather an achievement for a 50-plus woman to wear no bra while looking this good don't you think? Why don't one of you women come and examine Helena? Is that is acceptable Helena?"

With the cameras still filming Helena smiled and said, "Yes providing she doesn't touch."

A forty-year old came forward and Dr Holland held up Helena's jacket to give Helena some privacy while the woman made her inspection.

"Ohmigod," cried the woman. "No bra, great uplift and only a tiny scar on each areola and scars in the natural fold under each breast." 

Cupping her own breasts the woman producer pleaded, "Oh doctor-doctor."

Dr Holland laughed and said unfortunately he was not licensed to operate as a surgeon in New Zealand.

Jack drove the visitors to a city hotel. His mom had decided she'd rather have a good night's sleep in luxury rather than at the end of a ferry trip be asked to sleep in a flea pit. Jack had told her he'd sold their former family home a month ago for a more than satisfactory price and he'd bought the Paul's Homestead on the island that had been vacant and on the market for thirty-two months. Exterminators were called in to clean up the infestation of rats some of which were as large as small cats, not that Jack had briefed his mom on that piece of information.

He thought his mom had made a wise decision because although the workmen were almost a month into renovations they had another six to eight weeks to go.

At the hotel Jack helped Cassia to settle into her room. Well, his mom had JB to assist her with all her luggage. 

Cassia had been wearing a long, unfashionable skirt and as soon as the bellhop left with his tip Cassia dropped her skirt and thereafter walked around in a top covering just the top of her panties. The longest legs Jack could remember seeing for many a day (or most likely nights) were encased in sexy top self-support stockings. He waited in vain for the shirt to be discarded, as she appeared to have quite a bit up there to show.

"Are you married," he asked, expecting the worse.




Come Into My Arms Jack Pt. 01



"No but I am engaged. Would you like to see my ring?"

Jack said, "Yes please" meekly and was shown a diamond about a quarter the size of her knuckle.

"Very nice," he said.

"You're not very interested are you? Sore that I'm not available?"

"I guess so."

"Well, off you go and thanks. Come back when you're prepared to fight for what you desire."

He said goodbye and walked off to his apartment. He hadn't really listened to that piece she mouthed on about as she showed him to the door but suddenly it filled his mind and he realized what she was on about. Have a go Mac!

He dribbled in delight so wiped his chin.

At 6:00 a.m. two weeks earlier Jack had met Faye and her team at the boatyard for the Cat's first sea trials. The new craft, unloaded of course, hit 33.6 knots over the one nautical mile speed trial course and going back into a 3-knot tide the Cat covered that distance in 30.7 and so he was well pleased. Jack had also made a full inspection and left with the yard manager a list of seventy-two little matters requiring attention, nothing major at all. The Cat would be hauled back up on the hard, ready to prepare it for the symbolic launching; only yard personnel and Jack had seen its real launching.

Ten days later Jack went through the list of seventy-two little matters and only a sticky cupboard door in the gallery and the over-looked realignment of the holders for the bottles of spirits over the bar mirror required farther attention. Faye arrived with a bottle of wine and three glasses but the yard manager said his wife was waiting to be collected, leaving Faye and Jack to go into the wheelhouse alone. Faye locked the door. They had a couple of drinks and then went to the day bed Jack had insisted to incorporated into the layout as was done in the original Lady Helena, not that it was planned for this purpose.

They kissed as Jack undid her shirt and peeled off that and her bra while Faye unfastened his trousers and dropped them and pushed off his underpants with her foot. He ripped her briefs off and she giggled and said, "Those were my husband's favorites."

Annoyed that she should mentioned the husband, Jack lifted her on to her knees and pushed in below the back of her thighs to lick, Faye taking her time to spread her knees to make it easier for him. Once she was dripping and moving enthusiastically he grabbed his more than ready cock and, teeth gritting, he pushed in with the typical focus of a deceitful male switched on to one-track thinking. Jack was imagining he was pushing in to Miss Cassia Holland who was not even a playmate. 

Jack wasn't interested in who Faye was thinking about although noting she was now thrusting back at him. Jack brought Faye into a light sweat and heavy pant and then she bit into her arm to muffle her screaming as she came heavily. 

It was a hollow fuck he thought. She probably was thinking this could be their last, as his alternative skipper Bruce Harding would probably return the craft within six weeks for the post-delivery check. Thinking that Bruce may already know Faye carnally, as he'd been up harbor to check progress too, brought Jack into a massive eruption and the big squeeze on to Faye's swinging tits as the eruption built up to blast had her off in another delivery with an excited squeal. 

Jack tossed Faye his underpants to stem the outflow and grinned as he poured the drinks. "That was great," he said, which was the truth as he shot off more than he'd expected and knew she'd unleashed big-time. She smiled, "That was unexpectedly good. It felt as if for the first time you were loving me."

Although caught by surprise Jack covered that with a big grin. "You've been so good to me baby."

Her eyes dilated. "I didn't want this to finish. It's my 'Goodbye from Jack seduction' isn't it?"

"Oh come on baby," he lied. "How can you think that? Nobody in these situations ever knows when the end comes." 

He then thought well, why not signal something. "I like you and always will. You have to admit we have been fantastic together and that's the truth."

She began to weep.

"Christ, you're married," Jack said. 

Tears always worked on him adversely. He poured a little wine around one of her nipples and began to lick, hoping there was enough in the engine room for one more call for full power.

Faye's little sob-induced tremors of her upper body died as her hand came into his hair and grabbed a bit chunk. He climbed on to her and felt her legs open and she let go her grip. They began kissing and the tit in his hand began to harden matched by him hardening and she felt that. As their tongues attempted unsuccessfully to tie a knot Faye reached down and he lifted as she fed him in.

The kissing stopped as he arched his upper body and began a slow, rhythmic thrusting, staring into her unblinking sorrowful hazel eyes. He knew she was caught in an emotional web so gave his best. "You are one of the best lays I've ever had."

Her facial expression didn't change but he thought her eyes turned darker. Her thighs clamped tighter and he felt her hand slide in towards her clit.

She really was one of the best lays he'd ever had because she was good at it and worked to perform at her best. Some women were off and on like a garden tap. He recalled the occasion when Faye even managed a top performance after complaining she had a headache, a real one, actually. Her face had been screwed up so he screwed with sympathy and the result surprised them both.

Jack was tiring and attempted to conceal it but she must have known that would be happening. He'd told her the first time they came together he wasn't an all-night stud and they both laughed when she said in unabashed relief, 'Thank God for that'. He thought lovely things about her, blocking thoughts about what she'd said about goodbye Jack and praised her amid grunts, increasing her affectionate strokes down his flank with her free hand.

Finally, "Want to come now? I'm ready. This is wonderful Jack."

"Yes baby, I'm on my last legs."

She rocked back more vigorously and he picked up his pace, his face now cherry red damp with perspiration.

"Now?"

He nodded and felt her little finger rimming the pucker of his butt hole. He grunted and muttered obscenities as he ejaculated and she hit hers with perfect timing and them tapped her clit and came again.

"That was the most perfect fuck ever," she said, clamping her arms around him and flattening her boobs against him.

Jack had no way of knowing if she were telling the truth saying he was the best, but his ego told him that was the truth. She left to drive home, looking very happy and wore that special smile of a well-fucked woman.

Jack was pleased Faye had taken more than an ejaculation of sperm and the usual emotional crossover from him. The affection he'd engendered seemed to have reached her soul. She'd not wanted to move afterwards, saying she just wanted to hold him and look at him for God's sake and kept fiddling with his hair.

Jack knew he too had emotions but they were buried pretty deep. Buried by his mother. 

"Nah mum," he said aloud. "That's not fair, I was mainly to blame. Although just a kid I knew you had your reasons for going and what they were. I just refused in my mind to let you go."

Well, what a fucking confession, he marveled. That's the first time he'd admitted that. Thanks was due to Faye for stirring the pot. He felt excited and decided to dine out with his mom alone and tell her what he'd just said about accepting blame himself. 

Jack called Faye's home number. Although she still called herself Faye Davey she was Faye Ashton although she sometimes called herself Faye Davey-Ashton. She'd written her husband's name on the back of the card. Faye wouldn't be home yet because they lived on a farm out of Kumeu where Trevor bred some kind of horses that was in big demand by kids in pony clubs. Faye had told him but he hadn't really listened. It was bad enough plugging a guy's wife without knowing intimacies about him.

"Hi Trevor, this is Jack Garland. Your wife Faye..."

"Yep, I've made the connection Jack. Hi, sorry but Faye's not home yet. I'll have her call you."

"Actually that's great she's not there. My call would have made her suspicious if she'd answered the phone. Listen Trevor this concerns the launching on Friday afternoon of my new ferry. As you know it's the biggest craft to have come out of the family yard and that is a real achievement. Besides Faye and her team have come in just a tad over contract price as a result of our changes and Davey's Boatyard's price was almost two hundred grand under the next best price. So I want to reward her handsomely but personally and need to talk to you about this because it's a very personal gift. I've seen a big-ticket gold bracelet but I'm thinking perhaps it's not the kind of gift a grateful client gives to another man's wife, so I'm seeking your thoughts Trevor."

"Me object? Hell no Jack. I'm pleased for you to be the sucker. She's hinted about a real gold bracelet for years. Has she talked to you about it?"

"Not a word. I'm not even sure she'd expecting a gift although you may be aware it's traditional."

"Yeah and that's where she receives her stock of expensive perfumes from. So their price lower than you expected?"

"Very much so Trevor. Although her brother worked the financial and technical side it's been Faye who's done all the wheeling and dealing and cracked the whip."

"You go right ahead Jack. It won't be wasted money because she'll treasure it."

"Thanks for your approval. This is just between you and me, eh? I understand from the jeweler that most people can't tell the difference between a cheap version and a premium version costing thousands of bucks more because the difference lies in the quantity of gold."

"Yeah, like diamonds mate. I remember the big chunk of diamond she squeezed out of me when we bought her engagement ring. She rather fancies you. I know that."

Jack felt the dread flow through him. Trevor was on to them.

"She always talks about you as if you were a nice bloke whereas most owners seem to be bastards. I look forward to meeting you at the launching."

"Great," said the relieved Jack. "Stay on into the night and we'll yarn over a few beers."

"I'll make sure she wears a sexy dress so you get a good look at her Jack. She really has a great body under those chunky tops and comfortable jeans she wears to work."

"I'll look forward to that, Trevor. See you Friday afternoon."



CHAPTER 2

Digger was staying the night and eating his dinner when Jack arrived.

"Hi, where's my chow?"

"A bird phoned before I started cooking. She wants to take you out to dinner."

"Some stupid name. Cass-mia or something."

"Cassia?"

"Could be."

"What time did she call?"

"Dunno, my watch is in my cabin. The number's taped to the phone,"

It was Cassia Jack found when he called the cell phone number. She must have had her phone connected to the local system at the airport.

"I was about to go back to bed, thinking you didn't wish to hear an American woman talking her head off for half the night."

"What are you wearing?"

"Pardon me."

"What are you wearing?

"No, I heard that. I was giving you the chance to apologize as it was not the type of question you should be asking me."

"Are you going to answer the question?"

"Just panties. Why are you asking?"

"I was attempting to visualize you at the phone."

"Why?"

Jack hesitated and then took the safe route. "I don't know you well enough to answer that question. Tell me, is it customary for American babes to ask more questions than they answer?"

"Please answer my question without fudging. I'm expecting you to answer honestly."

"You'll regret it."

"Please allow me to be the judge of that."

Jack sighed. "Oh well, there goes my American baby from Boston, kicking me into the sea to rest like flotsam."

"Not bad, it probably sounds like poetry from someone who can't write poetry."

"What does?"

"What you just said suggests you regard me as a disinterested or cold-ass bitch."

Jack laughed and said give him a break. He didn't know her well enough to regard her as a cold-ass bitch and anyway she had rather a good-looking ass. I found your expression to be rather a cute."

"You are unusual you know. Some men I know would be disturbed to find I'd say such a thing as that."

"I also knew you could not be disinterested, what with my height, great hair, wide chest and neat buns."

"Oh, so you have neat buns?"

"Another question but so I've been told."

"Have you been told you're exasperating and have yet to answer that hanging question?"

Jack sucked in breath: "I was keen to know how you were dressed to see if that could help me visualize your body shape. You gave me no chance to assess your tits earlier today."

"Breasts."

"Sorry, breasts."

"What about my legs."

"Got an eyeful of them. They go on delectably forever."

"They go on delectably forever? Are you drunk?"

"No, just a connoisseur, though don't judge me too harshly for admitting to that."

"I wouldn't advise you to hold your breath. What about my ass?"

"Well molded by Mother Nature I'd say."

"Why thank you. Is that all?" What about my pussy?"

"It is inappropriate of me to answer that unless you are passionately aroused."

"Oh my, cutely answered. Come over and I'll take you to dinner. It's 8:40 now. I wish to be asleep by 9:30 to lessen the affect of jetlag. Is that understood Jack?"

Jack said he'd be there in five minutes because his apartment was nearby. They could walk to a Thai restaurant in one minute.

"Thai would be beautiful, thank you. I'll be waiting for you on the sidewalk beyond the curved entrance to the hotel."

By now Jack was convinced he'd nail this lovely young woman before she returned to Boston. He sensed she wanted adventure. But the closer he was to her hotel the less enthusiastic he was about seducing her like a trophy taken after a short chase. 

Hey boy, what's this? He wasn't sure. Perhaps it was because he'd drained himself into and over Faye. But as soon as Jack saw Cassia standing on the sidewalk catching admiring glances he knew: he regarded her as being unobtainable, that he had no wish to soil her in his mind. This was rare and it surprised him. Kiwi blokes don't put women on pedestals. Jack had once when he was twenty... Mary-Lou Baker. He'd regarded her as unobtainable until being told she was a Saturday night raver and liked taking two guys on.

So Cassia, what is your dirty little secret?

"Hello Kiwi," she smiled.

"Hi Yank," he grinned, taking her arm and pecking her cheek. "Alive and well in New Zealand I see. Love that colorful top."

"It is loose with mass. I chose it to conceal my shape after you admitted a fetish for my breasts, thinking you should be looking at beautifully presented food and not at me."

"Do you wear a bra?"

"God you are priceless. Yes, mostly, because I hang rather a lot. I have not allowed my father to even think about re-engineering any part of my body."

"I find that most interesting and admire you resilience. It tells my something about your character."

That's also interesting, Jack thought as she squeezed his arm slightly and yet didn't thank him for his supportive comment. Actually he'd been almost flabbergasted, thinking many young women would probably have said, 'Here I am daddy, use your biggest knife and leading edge skills'.

"Don't answer this if you rather not but did your mother undergo cosmetic surgery?"

"Yes, but it wasn't considered ethical for daddy to do it so he recommended an elite fellow surgeon, a woman. They became friends and mom eventually ran off with her husband. Well, they didn't run far. Their new home is less than ten minutes away from her former home. Don't be sympathetic. Things like that happened in America in the social set they cruise in."

"Does she still regard herself as your mom?"

"Yes, definitely."

"Then I won't express sympathy."

"Great but a kiss wouldn't go amiss."

"Where?"

"On the lips. I rather fancy you John Laurence Garland aka Jack Garland but I don't wish to rush it."

"Okay and so please offer me those lips. Oh yummy."

It was a lovely, tasteful kiss, not quite chaste. Jack's mind was racing, all over the place. Foremost in mind was the question of her fiancé. What would he think about Jack shagging Cassia, why was he worried about that and exactly what did 'I rather fancy you' mean? Did he appeal enough to her to be placed on a pedestal? No, by now she'd think sex was on his mind perpetually. Well, the truth was there are plenty of gaps in any day to think about sex.

The small restaurant appealed to Cassia and she was impressed that the two beautifully presented young women who escorted them to the table knew Jack as Jack, indicating he was a fairly regular customer. That indicated he'd managed to bend their customary politeness enough to persuade them to call him Jack.

Jack introduced Cassia as Miss Holland and the two women smiled and bowed and said welcome. That was to be expected really but Cassia was then delighted when one of them said, "Your Jack is very funny" and both women covered their mouths and giggled.

Walking back to the hotel Jack asked, "My mother and your father... will something more permanent happen between them?"

"Yes, they'll marry soon. Socially it is more acceptable for a surgeon to be working with beautiful people to be married. Women tend not to like their husbands finding an excuse to become jealous."

"I'll go now," Jack said, as soon as they reached the spot where they had met an hour earlier.

Cassia looked surprised but didn't comment. She looked slightly tentative: "Tomorrow I'll spend between 10:00 and 4:00 with your mother. She has a program in mind to expose my father and me to as much as the city as possible. I'm available outside of those hours to associate with you as you wish and on Thursday she is taking us down to Rotorua to see Maori culture and mud pools and geysers. One of her old friends, Mrs Isaacs, is coming with us."

"Mabel is a historian with great knowledge in geography and flora and fauna as well. She'll be great company for you. Sleep coming back because tomorrow night I want you energized as I'll take you skiing, you do ski I presume?"

"Yes, I love it. But it's summer and no mountains until south of Rotorua. Is there an indoor ski facility near here?"

"Yes."

"Oh lovely, You'll have to be good to beat me."

"When I get you over to the island I'll take you water-skiing. We'll have a lovely time over there. Perhaps all of us could spend the weekend on the island. I'll be taking the new ferry over on Saturday morning. It is to be based over there rather that at the ferry terminals here in the city."

"I'd love that. I suggest that to daddy and your mother."

Jack lined up for a kiss and received it. This time she pressed against him and seemed reluctant to break away and that was good. He hoped she wouldn't act possessively at the launching and antagonize Faye. Well, what will be will be.

Checking his emails, Jack approved the press advertisements for the new ferry timetables and approved the signs for erection at both ferry terminals, with site approvals from the authorities already received

Because of the superior speed of the new vessel, Jack had decided to increase his timetables substantially. At present he ran only a workers' ferry at 6:45 and 8:15 from the island to the city with return services at 4:15 and 6:15 which meant no service for shoppers off the island and day trippers to the island plus a virtually empty trip over to the island first thing in the morning and a near empty return last thing at night. He put in a great deal of planning and representations to the authorities and islanders to provide an expanded service that was needed because island population was mushrooming. It was now cool and 'green' to be living on the island. He also knew if he didn't expand the service someone else would. Another operator had tried to horn in with a fast cat service but only as a summer service and so most of Jack's customers showed their loyalty to him and the interloper scrapped the competitive service after only fourteen weeks, dropping a bundle of cash. Another operated ran similar worker services to Jack's but that was needed because there was enough demand for both of them.




Come Into My Arms Jack Pt. 01



Jack was now licensed to permanently berth his ferry on one side of the one of the island's two public jetties and living on the island meant he would eliminate two repositioning trips a day carrying no passengers. His workers now had the choice of a 7:00 or 8:30 trip which also were options for school and university students with trips on Lady Helena 2 would now take only twenty minutes, The ferry would return to the island at 9:15 taking day-trippers, return immediately carrying shoppers to the city then four more trips in the afternoon taking shoppers, students and two lots of workers plus returning day trippers. It would take time for custom to build but Jack had just over three hundred thousand dollars from the money his mother had given him to cushion the loss-making services that attracted subsidies from the transportation authority. His mother had refused to take back the three hundred thousand.

He hoped his mum, er mom, would fare well with this charismatic surgeon, Obviously there would be no shortage of money but it appeared she had buckets of that. She seemed happy and he guessed the reason was she felt needed because she had a guy who could not live alone.

In the morning Jack went over to Wakefield Island on the 6:00 'empty' trip, one of the last times he'd arrive aboard LH-1 [Lady Helena 1 as the '1' had been added to avoid confusion in the days running up to the changeover].

He worked on ticketing sales with a new lady, as Mrs Reno. She was forty, looking a little jaded but was efficient and had the task assessed within minutes. Well it wasn't difficult as the prices were on the single tickets and the concession cards but even so some casual ticket salespersons had proven to be slow learners.

"Come back after the ferry leaves and check my reconciliation of tickets sold against cash tallies," she said.

"And that your cash float balances."

"Oh yes, of course. I'm a little rusty as I had not no need to work for six months while living with this great thirty-year old but dammit, Evan sailed back for Victoria, British Columbia, last week."

Jack mumbled a sympathetic sound and went to check the newly fitted rubbers to reduce chaffing on the new ferry. Everything was perfect. He watched the old ferry leaving with room to spare at 7:00 but the later run would be filled to capacity. Those with multi-trip concession cards were seated first. The company was prohibited from taking even one passenger in excess of the maximum permitted. The risk was a fine and possible loss of license for multiple offences and imprisonment in the advent of loss of life in any mishap when a vessel was overloaded. Passengers left behind had to either call up a seaplane at considerable expense, or a water taxi that would only come in no more than moderate seas and still as considerable expense or to find a local who'd take them over to the city for a couple of dozen cans of beer and twenty bucks for gas.

Mrs Reno had already pulled down the metal shutter on the inside of the ticket sales window slots and had almost finished her balance when Jack entered, locked the door and sat beside her.

"Finished," she said triumphantly. "You check."

The balances were perfect. Jack showed her how to file the report and then put the money into the steel receptacle and spun to dump the cash and credit card dockets into the time-lock safe. That was emptied on the final return trip with at least one ferry crew member being there for the unlocking of the safe as security.

"Only one blemish Mrs Reno."

"Megan, Jack. What was that?"

"I walked straight in here but the door wasn't locked. Whenever anyone leaves you ensure you lock the door after them. We don't want some young punk or alcoholic bum holding you up for money. Your safety is our concern."

"Understood Jack and that's appreciated."

"How will you spend the time between the two crossings morning and afternoon?"

"I have a book in my carry-bag and I'll bring my smaller TV set down here."

"Good. If you go outside to read make sure you lock this ticket office. Well, that's about all."

"Would you like to see them Jack?"

"See what?" he asked, completely unsuspecting.

"These," Megan said, cupping her boobs.

"Er, no thanks. Christ, I'm your employer Megan."

"So what? It's me making the offer. Here, come on, take a hold of them. I've caught you looking a couple of times."

"I really shouldn't..."

"Well, here they are Jack. Do something with them. I'm really horny and you smell so...so...wholesome."

She jerked down her top and fished out her breasts and Jack confirmed why they'd been hanging so low; she was not wearing a bra He licked his lips as the nipples were rather large on rounds of burnt apricot in color. He weakened and she saw it.

"Suck away baby," she cooed, pulling his head down on to her chest.

Jack had two rules so didn't feel villainous about having casual sex like this. In his opinion casual sex, properly done, was good for the community as it provided excellent interfacing of people. His constraints were: Rule One: Judge carefully before fucking anyone er woman. Rule Two: Wear protection and commit the act with dignity and out of sight of the public.

He rather fancied those rules worked rather well. It never worried if the women had someone else because it was up to them to decide whether that was a problem. All he was doing was providing them with a welcome release while having a great time providing that service. To date his philandering had remained trouble-free.

"Will you fuck me please Jack?" Megan said softly, looking at her now swollen and saliva-streaked tits.

"Sure thing Megan. We are a bit short of room in here. I see it as the choice of you lying over the counter or sitting on me and bouncing."

"Bouncing appeals."

"Okay but wait till I fish out a condom, You roll it on me please, then there's no mistake about you knowing what you want."

"That's clever of you Jack, but then you wouldn't be in business if you weren't clever."

"You've done that before, Megan. Very sure fingered. Good girl. On you get and start bouncing. Mind how you go. Don't stick me up the wrong hole. I might be a bit of a stretch for you. That's it. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Lovely."

Megan went to work, Jack lifting her on the uplift and then allowing her weight to slide down his pole. Although the slumped tits were within easy licking reach he'd had enough of that so just squeezed them and with Megan, head back, eyes closed and sucking deeply through flared nostrils was obviously riding on a high. He allowed her to come unfettered and then he pulled out, ripped off the condom and splattered her tits. She chased the squirts with a very active tongue and mouth and had great success."

"That was magnificent Jack. I suppose that was the first and last time for us?"

"Could be, one never knows. I never make decision about such things when it relates to my social life," he said, grinning and adding, "I'm on mid-morning break." 

"You are a character Jack and a naughty one. I wish more of them were made like you."

"My turn for praise, Megan; you're a neat woman. Work for me honestly and I'm sure we will become friends as I'm coming to live on the island. I'm also thinking of trying a female cabin attendant on the weekend day trippers' runs to see if it becomes a profitable service selling more coffees and snacks to people who can't be bothered to get up and for self-service. If that works that I'll apply for a liquor license. We could actually build up and run with two cabin attendants. Come down at take a look on Saturday. The new ferry will be here all day for an Open Day. I'm using local caterers to serve coffee and snacks. I'll be running hospitality for VIPs in the upper passenger compartment which will be blocked off from the wheelhouse because I want the public to see the control area that is state-of-the-art."

"That's lovely," Megan said. "Look, my daughter Cathy came over here for weekend rest on the island and she's completed a hospitality course. She would work a couple of weekends free, I'm sure, just to see how it goes. It will work as some of the other ferry companies run a hospitality service."

"I know they do but they are servicing the tourist islands whereas in comparison Wakefield Island is plain vanilla. Anyway, you are too young to have a daughter old enough to serve liquor under our license."

"Oh you lovely man. I became pregnant at seventeen. Cathy will turn twenty-five later this year. Actually you may be interested in her socially. She doesn't have anyone at the moment."

"Perhaps I could socialize with both of you," Jack grinned, joking.

"I really don't know but I suspect she'd join is if that's what you want. But count me out if that's not on. I don't have trouble finding a replacement man like Cathy does because I'm anything but shy."

Jack didn't quite know what to say, He'd been joking. He'd never had a threesome in his life. The possibility left him feeling a little odd, like disoriented.

"Well, the students and workers will be arriving for the 8:15 to the city soon. I best get out of your hair. I'll lift the security screen for you. Oh here's an attractive chick as your first customer."

"She has her concession ticket. Hi darling, you look pert and business-like as usual. Cathy meet my boss, this is Mr Garland."

"Hello Cathy it's lovely to know two of the island's attractive women."

"Oh hello Mr Garland. Everyone on the island seems to know you, the permanents I mean. I've been told that's almost four thousand three hundred and rising to four times that number over the summer season and holiday weekends. You will be living in the old Paul homestead. It's a lovely home. One of the builder's took me through."

"Cathy!"

"It's okay Megan. Even the builders on the island are hospitable. If you have any knowledge of colors Cathy perhaps you could advise me."

She stood shyly. Jack couldn't believe it. She was only about five-ten with brown hair and a pretty face. But what captured his attention were her brown and very lively eyes. There was nothing sorrowful about them. Oh Cathy he sighed and looked away quickly.

Megan had been watching him like a hawk, the shadow of a smile on her lips. 

* * *

More people were arriving at the wharf and Jack could hear the 'thump-thump' of Lady Helena's reconditioned engine beating in full health. On Saturday week she would go to Pat O'Rourke, father of an old pal of Jack's. Pat would sleep aboard as caretaker and spend his days fishing off the stern. Jack wanted LH-1 on standby as backup for her very much up-market successor.

Jack said goodbye to Megan who was already under pressure from the arriving wave of passengers, at least a third requiring tickets. Megan's daughter smiled at him and Jack said to himself, 'Sorry Cathy, I've just fucked your mother; we had a great time' but one cannot always offer the truth. Instead he said, "Have a nice day in the city Cathy."

"Thank you, Mr Garland. I'll think about décor and talk to you about my ideas next week. You will be too busy this weekend bringing the new ferry into service."

"I'm never too busy to talk to a pretty woman Cathy."

"Mr Garland," she laughed. "That's no way for a married man to talk."

"Not married and never have been Cathy. Perhaps my search is over?"

"Mr Garland," Cathy said, now looking very flustered. 

Jack smiled and walked on thinking there was no chance that Cathy would be in for a threesome and Hell would freeze over before she'd think about joining one with her mother. Well, it had only meant to be a joke,

Their partners were dropping off workers at the ferry terminal. Jack recognized one of them. "Hi Alec," he said to lawyer Alec Smart. "Be okay if Iris drops me off at my new home?"

"Hi Jack. Everyone is pleased you'll coming over here to live and have brought the Paul homestead. It needed someone with big bucks to restore it; it's a gem." 

He opened the car door. "It's Jack darling. He wants to be dropped off at the homestead, not to see if you're interested in being seduced. You wanted to nose through to see what's going on so here's your chance and you'll be able to bring fellow women up to speed at lunch at the golf club tomorrow."

"Hi Jack, my warm thighs await you," smiled the woman of almost sixty. They were friends of his late father and had known Jack from the time of his Christening.

After Iris Smart had been shown around and left, promising Jack she'd sell him her mother's dining table and twelve chairs because she and her boring darling never entertained beyond cocktail parties these day and she's like to redecorate in modern style, Jack gave all his attention to builder Ross Carrington.

"We had problems fitting in the new kitchen bench assemble but a couple of bangs on the wall with a sledge hammer fixed that."

Jack went into the kitchen with its solid kauri bench top and tawa ply-faced cupboards expecting to find mayhem including a bowed bench top and sprung cupboards but everything looked perfect. 

Ross laughed when catching the worried look. "I had only to move the wall less than half the width of a pencil. Nothing much in it. When you go I'll cut plywood to shape and put it over the bench top to protect it."

"Don't cut the ply on the bench top," Jack said nervously.

"Do I tell you how to steer that lumbering ox you call a ferry when I'm aboard when are skipper?"

"I think I get your point Ross. When will you finish the kitchen and my bedroom and en suite?"

"New Monday midday, guaranteed"

"Is that a builder's guarantee or a mate's guarantee?"

"A mate's guarantee."

"Great. Bring Mary up with you to the VIP room on the new ferry Saturday. Tell your foreman Chris there'll be room for him and his girlfriend from 4:00 and the rest of your gang can try their luck from 5:00. It will be very crowded earlier with security guys at the doors but I'll brief them. So Chris at 4:00 and the rest of your guys and partners from 5:00. They'll need to say they are Ross Carrington's team."

"Good one Jack and much appreciated. "By the way, have you ever seduced Mary?"

"I don't think so, why?"

"She's always talking about you."

"Perhaps I did when we were young, certainly not after you two made what you were doing respectable."

"Good one though I wouldn't have minded as you are a good mate and this job will allow me to buy a new motor for my boat."

"You deserve it mate. Just give me a restored house that will become an landmark on the island again."

That evening Jack took Cassia skiing and they had a great time zapping down the under-cover slope. She was very good, as she had skied since a child as had Jack but he didn't allow that to show, always finishing a tad behind her.

At dinner at the Casino later that evening she acknowledged he'd been playing with her on the ski slope. "On every run you always finished just behind my left shoulder, not matter how hard I went," she smiled. "So there's a little of a gentleman in you?"

"Yes, some of my mom's influence has lasted."

Jack watched her play on the tables, losing a few hundred dollars. He said he only ever took calculated chances and gambling in a casino didn't fit that specification.

They walked back to the hotel arm-in-arm. Cassia stopped midway to take a call from her fiancée. She seemed so happy talking to him that Jack made up his mind; he'd only knobble her if she insisted.

They found her father and Jack's mother in the hotel private bar so joined them for a drink. After one drink Cassia kissed the older folk goodnight and led Jack off to her room. As soon as the door shut she melted into his arms.

"Do it to me Jack."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Give me one good reason?"

"I'm horny and need satisfying."

"Okay, two good reasons." Jack kissed her and gradually worked some clothes off her until he could get her hands on to the parts that interested him. And then it came, an almost unbroken stream of instructions and mild complaints.

"Be careful. Don't bruise me."

"You scratched me."

"God you're big. You'll stretch me.

"I only like it being done when I'm stretched out on my back."

"You are heavy."

"I can't breath."

"Are we supposed to be having fun?"

"Have you done this before?"

At this Jack thrust his sex drive into neutral, dressed quickly and said he'd just remembered he was suppose to meet someone in a bar.

"Good night Cassia."

"Jack! You can't leave me on a knife edge like this."

"Just use your fingers Cassia; good night."

Jack went to two bars and all he encountered were half-drunk women wanting to have sex. He groaned and went home where he went to bed alone and felt too emotionally depleted to have even solo sex. His emerging dream of a wonderful romance happening had been shattered; on the surface it had seemed that Cassia had entered his life foreordained but whoever had organized that 'up there' like a cherub Eros or whatever that little guy was called had forgotten to work his predestined magic on Cassia. It was a game of two players but only one was equipped to play romantically. The other was a shrew before her time. If Jack hadn't been a big boy he knew he would have cried. He fell asleep, deeply wounded, his eyes very dilated.

It was still dark when Jack awoke. He recalled dreaming of plugging Mrs Megan Reno again and thought of that emotionally devoid dirty little fuck with her yesterday in the cramped wharf-ticketing shed. How basic, how animalistic and then he thought what rubbish. It was what they had both wanted, some grunting, plenty of slippery skin friction and then seizing that brief moment of ejaculation when everything fired and they had the feeling of being one, being satisfied and, if one was prepared to admit it, in love with the world.

That was the epitome of social fucking.

Now in a better frame of mind, Jack had his problem in clear focus: the problem was himself. He had not been prepared to meet Cassia's demands and so now regarded her as a shrew just because her way of enjoying sex and caring for her body was incompatible with his thinking and demands. Grow up Jack Garland and learn to compromise, even to yield significantly.

Well yes, that was an option but why take it? Plugging away while somebody was gently moaning 'don't bruise me', 'don't scratch me' and probably 'don't make me ejaculate because I find it so debilitating' would probably result in Jack not being able to get it off. Cassia could probably be trained to enjoy sex in an unrestrained manner like most normal people but what gave him that right to decide she needed to be retrained? Did she desire to be retrained? Who the fuck did he think he was?

Questions, problems, difficult to resolve situations face the truth buddy, Jack told himself. Either you're not right for her or she's not right for you and either way does it really matter when you have the Mrs Reno's of this world? If you step off your high horse you may find Mrs Reno's daughter is just right for you to proceed through life together. Oh great what an exciting outcome that would be.

No, his future in life lay sipping a mug of coffee at the bow of the ferry, alone, watching the spirited, graceful play of dolphins on the bow waves. That's where romance lay for Jack Garland.

The ferry?

Christ, it was Friday, launch day, dawn of the new chapter in the saga of the Wakefield Passenger Ferry Service Ltd! 

Jack showered but missed the shave. He'd shave in the afternoon before leaving for Davey's Boatyard for the launching at 7:30. He raced out glad yet again he lived in the heart of the city. A newspaper street box was only thirty paces up from the entrance to his apartment block. He grabbed a copy of the 'New Zealand Herald' and out dropped was he was looking for, a 4-page supplement on quality semi-gloss paper. The heading as approved by Jack screamed 'Ferry Upgrade for Wakefield Island'. The secondary heading immodestly proclaimed, 'Ferry Queen of Auckland Harbor & Hauraki Gulf'.




Come Into My Arms Jack Pt. 01



On the front page were pictures of the ferry under power during speed trials. Jack's eyes watered looking at the craft he'd conceived during hours spent looking at the dolphins. The Australian naval architect had fine-tuned rather than changed Jack's concepts. Lady Helena 2 looked so beautiful. The other photograph was of the wheelhouse, described as state-of-the-art controls which in Jack's mind translated to "more fucking things to go wrong'.

Other photographs inside the advertising feature included a photo of Jack with Faye and his mother at the boatyard with the text quoting Jack as giving a huge plug for the efficiency, skill and technical excellence of Davey's Boatyard. Then there was another photograph of Helena holding a photograph of her first husband the late Cedric Garland in an article tracing the history of the Wakefield Passenger Ferry Service Ltd.

Another photograph was of Jack's mother and her 'fiancée, Jeffrey B. Holland, Commodore of the Shearwater Boating Club in Boston'. They had become engaged during their visit to Rotorua.

On the back page was a photograph of Jack (managing director), his accountant (financial controller) and a bathed and very tidy Digger named as ex-Petty Officer Frank William Nightingale (director of engineering services).

Yet another photograph was of Jack with his other regular skipper and relief skipper and support staff including Mrs Reno, the company's newest recruit.

At 6:45 Jack called Megan Reno at the ticket office on the wharf at the island. She congratulated him and wished him a great day. She confirmed the 800 extra copies of the ferry newspaper supplement had arrived by water taxi a few minutes ago and were already being distributed to stores and restaurants and cafes around the island as previously arranged.

"See you around 6:45 Megan. Oh, bring your daughter if you wish."

"Thanks Jack, Her name is Cathy. I'm sure she'd like that."

It would be a late launching but would be daylight as it was the first month of summer. It was timed to allow Lady Helena 1 to collect island guests and take them up to Davey's Boatyard.

Later that morning Jack picked up three items from a very happy manufacturing jeweler: a gold necklace for his mother comprising a chain with a plate inscribed Lady Helena, a gold neck chain for Jeffrey B. Holland and an eight thousand seven hundred dollar bracelet for Faye Davey-Ashton with a central plate inset with sapphires.

He ran around all day like a blue-ass fly including two visits to the boatyard and ensuring Digger had a bath and wore a tie and run out and buy a new belt to go with Digger's hired suit. From 5:30 he began collecting city-side guests including his mother and the Holland's and taking them to the ferry terminal. To his relief Cassia kissed him like a butterfly but thrust herself against him as if nothing had happened to spoil their association. He squeezed her hand and saw in her eyes she appreciated that.

At last they were in final countdown as LH-1 left the city terminal right on schedule at 6:15, many of the island workers, mostly professional people, coming up to Jack in his dark blue suit and patterned gold tie and offering congratulations and best wishes for the launching.

The ferry left the island on schedule, loaded with thirty-eight more guests and the temporary bar was opened for the duration of the trip up-harbor to the boatyard.

The ceremony went without a hitch, the speeches kept short and LH-2 was launched to cheers and the event was well-covered by the media with Jeffrey B. Holland in a naval commodore's dress uniform including sword that had been borrowed from a professional theatre's wardrobe. He looked resplendent with daughter and his finance with their plunging necklines standing beside him and the media swarming like flies. The event was, as Jack had promised, televised on late news that evening and repeated in news bulletins the next day.

The new ferry had gone down the slipway like a dream and didn't sink as it took to the water. Jack was greatly relieved, took off his jacket and yelled, "Let's party" and led everyone into the marquee taking his mother and Faye by the hand. He'd already met Faye's father who'd flown in from Hawaii for the launching of the biggest craft to be launched from his yard and Faye's husband Trevor. Jack gathered these people into a small group and then made the presentations. JB removed his tie and donned his neck chain and Helena put hers on and was greatly taken with the inscription, Lady Helena.

"Well folk, just a little something for Faye. I've actually dug deep into company petty cash for Faye as she met every requirement I made of her and more" [oh yeah, Jack!] At the outset I issued her with the absurd challenge to bring me a price close to two point eight million. Well, miraculously and including over-runs resulting from things including owner's changes one has on projects of this magnitude, Faye gave me a boat costing just over that figure. That was and amazing achievement to Faye and her people and I gather some pretty shrewd advice from her dad, my late father's buddy Fred Davey. So Faye here is a memento of this great day for the Wakefield Passenger Ferry Service Ltd. Thank you Faye.

With trembling fingers Faye, dressed in a gold top and black leather skirt and hair professionally prepared for the occasion looked more feminine than Jack had ever seen her, unwrapped the gift. The sheer appearance of the jewelry box drew gasps from her and the other women.

"What is it?" she asked, stalling on opening the lid.

"Open it dummy and you'll find out," called her father Fred being handed a whisky.

"Shut up dad," she giggled nervously and then cried, "Ohmigod!"

She held it up and everyone could see Jack had excelled himself.

"Eighteen caret gold with sapphires set in platinum," she read.

"Oooooh," vocally ejaculated the women.

"Help me put it on Jack," Faye requested. "My hands are shaking."

"You'll be better at it Trevor, I'm ham-fisted."

"Nah, you do it mate."

Well, that was friendly enough. Faye and Jack laughed as he did up the clasp and safety chain.

"It's beautiful or so beautiful, look at me honey," she said to Trevor.

"Yeah, looks great. Aren't you going to kiss him?"

Faye gave Jack a resounding, sexy kiss on the lips and they came out of it, aware of the silence.

Jack cut the ice with a masterfully, "You're one excited lady, Faye. Congratulations and please remember it is my mother Helena who has made all this possible. Without our replacement ferry our company was heading for the knackers' yard."

Faye did the right thing and rushed over and kissed Helena, quite passionately, on the lips.

"Oh my, I need a drink," laughed Helena rather theatrically and Jack loved her for doing that.

Trevor appeared beside Jack with two bottles of beer. "Cheer's mate and thanks for winding up Faye. Am I in for a hot night after we wind up here."

During the evening Megan came up and congratulated Jack, kissing him. "Jack, you'll remember my daughter Cathy?"

"I sure do, my décor consultant." He held out his arms, "Do you kiss strangers."

"Only when they are as handsome as you," Cathy laughed, stepping forward and lifting up her head and they kissed. It was a little awkward because he was much taller but she leaned back a little, enabling a smooth connection. That moving back seemed to release the fragrance of her applied perfume and perhaps a little natural skin perfume as well.

Whatever, Jack found his cock was stirring. You naughty boy he grinned, first mother and now daughter.

"What are you grinning about?" Cathy asked. 

"Er," Jack said, releasing her and stepping back.

She asked was 'er' was.

"I have no answer."

She smiled knowingly. "Have you become interested in me sexually?"

Driven against a wall, Jack said "Er."

"Oh I see this conversation is taking us nowhere. Have a lovely evening Mr Garland," she said, taking her mother by the arm and walking her over to a group of islanders.

Mr 'Er' was in limbo. Cathy was too short for him and a little dainty, He liked his women tall and strong. Also she lacked her mother's big tits. God, he was crude he thought. They were there, if you looked and at least a good handful. He looked at the ass and found that was not wanting. "Well a nice ass was something Cathy," muttered Mr 'Er'.



Come Into My Arms Jack Pt. 02



Four hours later Jack was in Cassia's room, reluctantly. She'd pointed out they only had tonight as he was involved in Open Day aboard the new ferry with his mother tomorrow and she and his mother and her father would fly to Wellington that evening and three days later begin their South Island tour before flying out of Christchurch for Australia the following Sunday. "I have to fuck you before I go Jack."

Well, that was the solution: let her fuck him and she'd be happy though doubtless still a little too ready with instructions. She was rather drunk, of course, which was helpful. He'd had little to drink so was able to readily assist her achieve her goal. After kissing him from head to toe and taking five inches of him into her mouth for a while, Cassia finally decided to take him in reverse Cowgirl which was an excellent decision as she was in full control.

Unfortunately the sight of her beautiful lily-white ass without a hair in sight and watching his big fat lubed cock stretching her pussy as she worked it in had the effect of further inflating his cock. But she coped and without complaint. She worked away until she had a couple of gushes and then uncoupled.

He thought you callous cow but regretted that immensely because she smiled and said: "You can do anything to get yourself off, even try my ass if that's what you like but I really think you are too big for me there. But I'm game as this is our goodbye."

Jack chose to spread over her knees on his knees and wank off. She watched, wide-eyed, varying her gaze between the bulbous head in his hand and looking into his eyes. Her eyes widened in near panic as he began shooting cum over her belly, breasts and on to her face.

"Ohmigod."

When he'd finished she said, "Please run a bath and fetch me a towel Jack." He hurried back with the towel but there was very little to wipe. She was smiling at him innocently. Perhaps she had a towel under the pillow? But no, she opened her mouth for him to see it half filled with white goo that she began to swallow, staring at him.

Jack stayed talking and when the bath was ready carried her to it and lowered her in gently. They kissed and he left, a bewildered man. 

"These American dames are too complicated for me," Mr 'Er' muttered as he stepped into the elevator.

* * *

Jack and his workforce met at the boatyard at 10:00 for breakfast and his mom had a great time yarning with Digger who had dusted out his old photo-album and they looked at photos from the old days of the company, chatting like the close friends they once were. Jack enjoyed seeing them hunched together over the photos.

At 10:40 Jack sailed away from the boatyard where the workers were waving and tooting their vehicle horns and Faye ordered three long blasts from the company's slipway warning hooter.

The company's staff yelled with delight when Jack pushed the electronic throttle controls in cruising speed and the two diesel engineers delivered their thrust as the Lady Helena 2 went down harbor where to everyone's amazement two of the harbor tugs where arching their fire-fighting water jets for the newest addition to harbor-based craft to sail under. Most of the ships and smaller vessels in the harbor then blasted their sirens and horns in a traditional maritime salute but usually reserved for vessels owned by the port authority. 

Jack acknowledged by pushing the Cat to maximum speed and doing a celebratory figure eight out in front of the ferry terminal. LH-2 picked up passengers at the city terminal and made its inaugural trip out to Wakefield Island in exactly thirty minutes from cast-off to being made fast at its permanent berth to commence Open Boat Day.

At a luncheon the chairman of the Wakefield Island Community Board presented Jack with a commemorative plaque to mark LH-2's entry into island service.

Cassia and her father arrived on a regular day trippers' run on LH-1 and boarded the new ferry for the official luncheon. Later Jack farewelled his mother and the two American's when they returned to the city on the 4:00 ferry to begin their tour south before flying out to Australia.

"Goodbye mom and thanks for everything."

"Goodbye Jack. Your father would have been so proud of your for this achievement. It's taken much more than money to get this far."

"You know the score mom; your money saved the day. I shall be grateful for your generosity to my dying day."

"I'm sorry it didn't work out between you and Cassia."

"Don't worry Helena," Cassia laughed, coming up and wrapping arms around them. "He's a big boy and will find his soul mate."

She giggled, "And I received what I'd desired."

"Jack!" said his mother.

The party for invited guests began on the upper deck at 4:00 and within an hour it was in full swing with four well-built security guys keeping order and ensuring the flow of islanders coming board for a look from 4:00 was not leading to queue-jumping at the bar.

Jack, who was going from table to table, sitting for a while attempting to act the perfect host. At one stage he sat at a table that included Digger and Megan Reno. His immediate impression was that Digger would be lucky later tonight, judging by the way Megan was up against the man twenty-five years her senior.

"You two look cozy," he said smiling.

"I didn't realize what a treasure Digger was," Megan laughed. "He's so funny and is full of great yarns."

"Yeah, a couple of them are true," Jack jeered and received an obscene gesture from his director of engineering services, maintenance, security and whatever else Jack didn't feel like doing.

Jack whispered, "Give it too him long, slow and sweet darling."

"It's what I had in mind," she giggled. "Does he have health insurance?"

"Yeah. Where's your daughter?"

"Her name is Cathy."

"My apologies. Where is Cathy?"

"Her boyfriend who acts as if he's her fiancé arrived this morning and took her out fishing. He's her boss, a divorcee."

"Give her a call and invite them both down here. He's welcome. He's probably shafting her."

"Probably, I'll call her."

The white-haired lawyer Alec Smart and wife Iris were at this table. 

"A lovely craft Jack," said Alec. "You do us proud."

"Yes, I agree. Jack I'm sorry about this but Alec says I'm not to give you the table and chairs, that I must ask fifteen hundred dollars for them. This is awfully embarrassing."

"I thought you said they were your mother's."

"Yes, that's right. Oh, I get what you're saying. Go to hell Alec. I'm giving them to Jack."

"Nah, I'll pay you two grand for them Iris."

"To hell you will Jack. They're not leaving our house unless you accept them as a gift from Iris," Alec snorted.

"Yes Jack, please."

"Okay done. Thanks guys. You'll be invited to my first dinner party."

Alec began talking to Megan and Digger so Iris moved closer to Jack.

"How many of the women in this room have you had Jack?"

"Not many," Jack said and began looking around, turning redder and redder. His facial change was not missed by Iris.

"It would have be easier had I'd said which of them haven't you had," Iris whispered.

Jack turned scarlet.

"You were eighteen when you bonked me," she recalled. "I'd imagine you are very much more accomplished nowadays."

"Still without finesse but so many women seem to prefer it that way and some even asked to be roughed up a bit."

"Oh Jack, do they really. Oh gawd, I was born a decade too early."

A security man came to Jack. "A guy Duncan Fisher says you have invited him."

"Nah, kiss his ass and send him on his way Kingi."

Kingi returned looking apologetic. "The bit of fluff with him says she's Cathy Reno."

"Oh shucks Kingi. Apologize to the ruffled guy and bring them over here to me."

Iris drained her glass. "Cathy Reno, now there's a good match for you Jack. Her mom fucks like a rabbit but daughter is a class act."

"I don't know Cathy but her mom now works for me."

"I bet you know her mom," Iris smiled. "But if you manage to place yourself within a yard of the daughter I'd be surprised."

"What does Cathy do?"

"Some kind of research worker at the university in marine life I belief. Here they come with big boy."

"Hello Mrs Smart."

"Oh Cathy please call me Iris."

"Oh, how lovely Iris. This is my HOD Duncan Fisher. Hello Jack."

Jack who was by then standing kissed her and enjoyed noticing her surprise.

"What's a HOD?" Iris asked.

"Head of department," Jack said, shaking Duncan's hand and introducing himself. "Where the fish biting today?"

"Yes, as always."

"Note the spots by taking fixed locations at two points of land Kathy," Jack smiled. "Then you can teach me the spots."

Duncan looked at Cathy surprised, but only a little more surprised than she appeared to be.

"Talk to Iris Duncan while Cathy and I fetch a better class of drink. With Cathy's arrival it's champagne time," Jack said, taking Cathy by the arm.

"Oh my, don't you smell mouth-watering. L'air de Temps by Nina Ricci I do believe."

"Er yes," Cathy said. "Why am I under the impression I have been taken hostage?"

Jack decided to be reckless. "Because Iris Smart whispered to me you'd have nothing to do with me because of my reputation." 

"Your reputation?"

"As a seducer of only top women."

Cathy failed to choke her grin. "In that case I daresay Iris is exceedingly perceptive."

"Reputation about womanizing is as unreliable as gossip. Rarely are the claims true. I have taken you hostage because that guy is not right for. He's ingratiated himself into your good books through his position as your superior."

"Ought not I be the person who chooses the company I wish to keep?"

"Ordinarily I'd say yes, but the reality is I need someone to carry some flutes. You were chosen because you were conveniently standing next to me, attempting to seduce me with your Nina Ricci I daresay."

"You do have a vivid imagination, Jack, I grant you that. But you can forget about choosing my dates."

"Then choose me."

"What?"

"Choose me."

"B-but your reputation as a womanizer is beyond belief."

"If it were true would not it mean being seduced by someone who knows what he's doing and does it well?"

"An interesting thesis but one that doesn't bear thinking about. Lead me to the flutes."

Jack kept his arm through Cathy's and went to the bar. "Mick and Shelia, please start distributing the champagne now, starting with Cathy and me at Table 4. Thanks guys."

"I disagree Cathy. It's something you should begin thinking about," Jack said, leading her back to the table. "I think in you I have met my match."

"I don't believe what I'm hearing?"

"What's that darling," Duncan said, coming out to meet them and holding out his hand for Cathy to take. He asked suspiciously where were the flutes.

Cathy tried unsuccessfully to shake off Jack's arm so walked the rest of the way between both men. "Oh Jack has ordered the champagne to be served but requested our table be served first. I don't think that is very democratic."

"I think it's a damn fine gesture," Duncan said, leaning forward to grin at Jack.

Jack unhooked, smiling. Cathy had lied to her man, not disclosing Jack's flirty attempt to woo her to him.

A little later Jack whispered to Iris, "Ask Cathy for her business card. I think she has class."

Digger and Megan had already disappeared when Alec and Iris were leaving. Iris kissed Jack deeply and pressed a business card into his hand, whispering "Good luck."

At 2:00 when everyone left was asked to disembark Jack, who'd only had four drinks all day, carried the unconscious Mary Carrington to the builder's truck and then helped Ross to the vehicle and drove them home. Ross was not fit to do much so Mary's older sister Pat who'd been babysitting helped carry Mary in and giggled as Jack stayed and helped undress her sister.

"Gawd, look at that thatch," Pat said. "It should be at least trimmed."

"What do you do, shave or trim?"

"Why don't you find out Jack?"

"Okay, but not here, on the way to your home."

They parked at O'Leary's Point and leaving the vehicle motor running, headlights on, Jack stretched Pat over the picnic table. He flipped up her dress but didn't have to remove her panties; she wasn't wearing any.

"Why don't you spread your butterflies and allow me to do something with this pretty cunt of yours," he said.

Pat eagerly obliged and Jack sucked and fingered away until she was blowing like a beached whale.

"Oh Jack, pork me."

"I don't have a condom."

"In my handbag on the seat of the truck."

Pat wasn't a great fuck but she made plenty of noise and finally Jack was away. They watched as Pat knotted the condom and walked to the edge of the cliff, tripped, staggered to her feet and threw the slightly weighted condom over the edge.

It was 3:15 when Jack stretched out in the daybed in the wheelhouse of his new ferry after checking on Digger to find him in his cabin in the arms of Megan, the tiny room smelling like a brothel or how Jack imagined a brothel might smell like.

He called Cathy who answered sleepily.

"Hi, it's 3:15 and I'm Jack and thinking about you."

"Why are you calling?"

"Tell me, is he asleep beside you?"

"Of course not. I don't allow men to sleep with me. He's in the next room."

"I'm very pleased about that. What are you wearing?"

"Jack!"

"It's okay, he can't hear me."

"It's not proper for you to ask me that."

"Place a hand on your left breast."

"Jack I'm terminating this call."

"Is your heart-beat beginning to increase?"

There was no answer.

"I bet it is."

"Yes."

"Now feel your nipple. Is that beginning to stiffen?"

"Oh Jack, don't do this to me."

"Okay, we'll continue tomorrow night."

"Oh Jack, you can't leave me like this?"

"I know, but there's no alternative is it? Goodnight sweet one."

"Oh Jack. I know I'll regret saying this but goodnight dear Jack."

Jack began jerking the big erection in his hand, smiling.

* * *

Sunday dawned perfectly and urinating Jack thought about his new girlfriend Cathy. She didn't know that yet but she was his new girlfriend and that didn't automatically imply the woman with whom he had sex. Before Jack could expand that thought his telephone called him.

"Hello."

"Jack it's Basil Street, ferry terminal manager. Your first schedule trip over to Wakefield is not scheduled till 9:00. Any chance Jack of coming over within the next hour to fit in an extra trip to reduce the bedlam? We have a line up of at least thirty families waiting to go to Wakefield already."

"But it's only 7:35."

"Your fault Jack. Claims of 'aircraft seating on the main deck with tables' and 'state-of-art' facilities in your promotional supplement in the 'Herald' appear to have excited interest. My bet is most of us here including all personnel from other ferry operations will be riding out to Wakefield with you today to check out those extravagant claims of yours Jack."

"Basil, there's nothing extravagant about my choice of words."

"I know you well enough to realize that Jack but the world is full of disbelievers."

'Okay Basil. Chalk up an extra sailing for 8:15 please; that will give me time to get back to you for the 9:00 sailing if we go full throttle. Thanks for your initiative Basil, you run a tight ship ashore."

Jack found Digger at the stern fishing and briefed him and said, "We don't have a licensed barmaid."

Reeling in his line Digger grinned. "Megan Reno is asleep in my cabin looking so pretty. She told me yesterday she is licensed to serve liquor to the public."

"Will she come?"

"She readily comes for me," Digger grinned obscenely.

Jack smiled and told Digger to offer her fifty bucks and a bottle of gin. "If passengers ask for booze and find they can't have it there would go our reputation for excellence in service Digger. Confirm with me that she'll do it. I'll call Peter down here in a hurry. We can operate with a minimum of three but we've set our minimum at four because of the extra size of this vessel but we really should have five."

"Then tell Pete to bring his mum Madge. That family have been boaties for generations."

"Great -- we sail in ten minutes and will be pushing this girl at max."

It was a long but very successful day with two extra return sailings to handle demand. When they returned on dusk to Wakefield Jack and his crew sat around talking about the day. Jack pulled Megan aside. 

"I've spoken to Madge Davies. She's interested in taking over ticket sales from you if you are interested in running the lower bar; I'd have to keep Jill in the premium bar and you'd have an assistant. You really interface well with people. Our turnover in food and drink today was huge."

"Okay on one condition."

"Approved."

"You don't know what the condition is?"

"That you have the opinion of sleeping aboard when it suits you."

"Oh good one Jack. You have a devious mind, don't you? Yes, that was the condition."

"I thought Digger might be a little old for you?"

"He knows how to use it Jack and there are no complications about him and that suits me fine at the moment. I'm not overly fussy."

Jack went off and called Cathy.

"Hi, it's Jack."

"Oh hi. How did the great day go? I imagine very well because there have been day trippers everywhere."

"Yeah, we hauled almost 1200 people to the island and return today, doing more trips than scheduled. I think everyone is well satisfied. It's easily a record of day visitors to the island. We may receive complaints that it's too many."

"I couldn't have my usual Sunday coffee. There was a line of people stretching out on to the sidewalk from the café."

"It will settle down."

"Of course it will."

"I'm sleeping at The Homestead for the first time tonight. Want to share the event with me?"

"No thank you."

"Then what about cooking me a meal? The kitchen is fully lined, just waiting for a consultant to come up with décor specs."

"I'm up to my elbows in papers to mark Jack. Sorry. I call you Tuesday after meeting you onsite to talk about décor if that's suitable."

"Very suitable," said Jack, hiding his disappointment.

He was about to terminate the call when Cathy said with a slight tremor in his voice. "Call me tonight around 11:00 please."

"Okay, bye," Jack almost crowed. 

He left Digger and Megan fishing over the stern and began the three-mile walk to his new home, expecting to be picked up. Mary Carrington did just that, pulling up alongside him in her Japanese rust-bucket. Older cars don't fare well in the salt-laden air of the island.

Her window was down, her lips puckered ready to be kissed. Jack obliged.

"Were you into my sister's pants the other night, She seemed so happy the next day I guessed you were."

"That's privilege information: the answer can only come from her."

"Good boy Jack. You know it's over two years since I last had you inside me."

"Gee, doesn't time fly? You were always one of the best Mary."

"Charmer! Don't I appeal to you any more?"

"I get a boner every time I see that sweet ass of yours walking away from me Mary."

Mary gave him an open 'You lying bastard' grin. " That's just wishful thinking. You group of young guys going on about fantasizing about ending up with big dicks never knew how unlucky you were."

Jack asked what did she mean.

"You guys will always teasing Ross and calling him Small Willy. But guess why Ross was so popular with our group of girls?"

"He is affable?"

"No you fool. We could take his small willy up the back in comfort."

"Well, I be darned."

"I also married him because he is affable and was determined to stay on the island."

"Well, he's one of my best mates and the reason why I haven't shagged you for more than two years, as you say, is because that's when you two became engaged."




Come Into My Arms Jack Pt. 02



"I know. I was only teasing. I think with you of all people he wouldn't mind if he found it we were at it again."

"He's my mate Mary, and so are you. I wouldn't want to risk a bust-up. Any way, you should be pregnant."

Mary beamed. "As it happens..."

"Oh Mary, how wonderful."

"We have decided to ask you to be her godfather but wait until the pregnancy party to be told that."

"Oh you'll be so happy. Will you sell your clothing store?"

"No mum will take over while I'm out of action for a couple of months. It will be winter, an excellent time to be heavily pregnant and the store not being too busy. Where can I drop you off?"

"The Homestead."

"Oh God, it's your first night there isn't it. Listen, I have a big casserole cooking so Ross and I will grab that and come over. Okay."

"I'd like that very much. Thank you dear Mary."

At 11:06 Jack called.

"Hi Jack, I thought you may have forgotten me."

"Forgotten you? Let me see. Green eyes, dark wavy hair that you keep brushing back with your left hand, a wide silver ring on the middle finger of that hand. The ear-rings are usually the droopy type, the skin is olive and almost blemish-free and enhanced by a dimple on the left-hand side of the mouth and well spaced and very white teeth."

"I cannot believe this. You haven't had much time to observe. Please continue."

The cutest of well-shaped breasts and I'm hoping to find they are topped by great nipples. The slightest of rounded tummies with the waist small enough to provide great hip flare. The thighs are slightly thickish, but very powerful and from the knees down the legs become very shapely and the feet are small enough to grace high-fashion shoes. The ass shows great curves. The pussy... I've given that considerable thought and when playing with my dick I imagine pouting lips..."

"Jack, should you be talking to me like this?"

"When playing with my dick I imagine pouting lips without any sign of hair until a neat little patch just above the pubic bone. I imagine the slit is not used for its secondary function a great deal but thanks to hereditary factors it is long and can stretch to receive me comfortably."

Jack waited for a retort but only heard heavy breathing.

"Good night sweet one."

"Good night Jack."

He wasn't dismayed their conversation was short. What interested him was her personalized farewell was delivered by a voice thick with emotion.

Jack took his erection in hand and spoke to it kindly: "Patience buddy."

In the morning Jack awoke feeling athletic. He placed his white shirt, white shorts, socks and sneakers plus his captain's hat into a back pack and wearing just blue shorts and sneakers without socks ran the three miles to the ferry a rapid pace and was in the gallery cooking bacon, eggs and hash browns for three when Digger arrived, dressed and hair slicked down.

"Oh, that's an advantage having Megan fucking you," Jack grinned. "She makes you shower."

"Up to three fucking showers a day, Digger groaned. "I'm beginning to feel clean and unhealthy."

They had a crew change at the early afternoon sailing catering for early returning shoppers and tourists just onboard for the voyage down the harbor and out into the island-studded gulf and for a close view of volcanic Rangitoto Island that last erupted some six hundred years ago. 

Jack went ashore on the city side and walked the short distance to his apartment. He called Cathy who was in the middle of conducting a lab class but she had time to say she would be returning home on the 6:15 sailing. Jack went to a SUV reseller's yard and purchased a small red soft-top Suzuki diesel and called the freight ferry company and was told they could drop it off on to his wharf on their sailing to Waiheke island later that afternoon. Jack persuaded the SUV company to deliver the vehicle out to Half Moon Bay in time for the ferry sailing for fifty bucks which probably would have been the cost of him paying a cab back from there to the city centre.

He met Cathy just after 6:00 and handed her a big bunch of flowers, which pleased her enough to kiss Jack softly. "You are a naughty devil Jack. I fancy myself of being oblivious to seducers but you are becoming a bit of a problem for me."

"Should I disappear?"

"Oh God no," she gasped, looking wide-eyed.

They boarded and went up into the wheelhouse and sat on two of the three swivel seats.

"Wine, beer, a spirits mix, spring water, tea or coffee?"

"Dry white please Jack."

He phoned the order through to the bargirl on duty on the top deck plus coffee for Bruce Harding. Bruce entered the wheelhouse and Jack found he and Cathy already knew each other as they'd attended school together on the island -- a few classes behind Jack. Bruce pointed out five years apart actually. 

"Brenda cannot serve alcohol until we are out into the main channel of the harbor," Jack explained, "but she'll bring our wine through a couple of minutes before she opens the bar.

Cathy had a lovely time, drinking a dry Riesling from the Hawkes Bay, and having Jack point out features of the harbor she'd never been aware of despite being on a great many trips during her twenty-five years. "My knowledge lies in what's under the sea while yours is in what lies above it."

"And that's where we prefer our knowledge to rest -- above the surface, eh Bruce? The two seafarers laughed and Cathy joined in when she understanding the joke.

As they came towards the wharf at under four knots before Bruce reversed the thrust Jack noticed with satisfaction his vehicle on the wharf. The freight people ran an efficient service that never failed to impress him.

"May I give you a lift home Cathy?"

"You don't have a vehicle but I have my bicycle. You can pedal and I'll sit on the carrier."

"There's my new vehicle, showing a wee bit of age and high mileage but it seems right for the island."

"Oh it's perfect, Jack. So cute. May I drive?"

They'd driven a mile before turning back to pick up Cathy's bike.

"Do you want to come in? Mum will be home because she and Digger were on early shift; he may be here."

"If you don't mind I'll tootle off home. There's so much work to do there I don't know where to start. Come to dinner tomorrow. I'll buy fish and chips after you have completed your consultancy.

"I won't be staying Jack."

"That's understood. You'll know when it's time to drop your standards."

Cathy laughed and called him an oddball. "One minutes you appear to be all over me panting and at other times you seem capable of acting the gentleman.

"That's simple to explain. I'm confused about what I am."

Cathy smiled and shook her head. "Thank you for these flowers. It's rare for anyone to give me flowers."

"What about Duncan Fisher?"

"He may have been thinking about it but now it's irrelevant. He's dropped off my social list. We had a row over you. He's sure you have been fucking me."

"Damn," said Jack staring at Cathy, licking his lips. She colored and looked away: "Naughty boy Jack. Where has the gentleman gone?"

"My apologies Cathy. My excitement sometimes overcomes me."

This time Cathy blushed. "I'll see you tomorrow evening."

"Yes, I'll be bringing you home."

"I look forward to that. Would you like a sweet kiss?"

"Thank you. I'd really enjoy that."

"Please help yourself and try not to be naughty Jack."

Jack thought about that sweet kiss as he drove home but as The Homestead came into view on the rise he sighed, thinking of all the finishing work that lay ahead of him.

An hour later he took a call from Cathy.

"Hi, it's Cathy. I have something to tell you. Look Jack, I'm sorry but Duncan has been talking to me for the past hour. He was here when I arrived home. I'm sorry but I've decided to give him another chance. I hope I haven't upset you Jack but the truth is I rather think you are too robust for me."

"Okay, that's fine Cathy. Life is all about making the correct decisions and I want you to decide what's best for you. Be careful with your decision over Duncan Cathy. Just don't rush into it, that's all I have to say. All the best and always talk to me on the ferry or wharf and always hitch a ride if it's raining and you are cycling. Bye Cathy."

"Bye Jack."

Damn, thought Jack. He called Mary.

"Hi Lambie."

"God, no one has called me that in years. What do you want Jack?"

"Your sister Pat is her husband home yet?"

"Why don't you ask her yourself? She's here."

"Hello Jack, how can I help?"

"Er, I'm seeking company and wondered if your husband is home yet?"

"I don't think he even knows you Jack so why do you think he'd go out with you?"

"You idiot I meant you."

"Oh," Pat laughed teasingly. He arrives home Friday. I'll drop around in a few minutes."

"Yeah, but pick me up and we'll go to the pub. I want to talk as well. Talk first and then fuck, eh?"

"You're my boy Jack. My two favorite past-times packaged into one. Mary is whispering to me to do what you want. Do you know she still carries the hots for you? Wow her coffee cup almost caught me between the eyes but I managed to catch it one-handed. If I get out of this alive I'll see you in ten minutes."

After Pat had gone home Jack went for a long walk in moonlight over the thirty-eight acres that went with The Homestead thinking it was for the best that Cathy had not engaged with him. He didn't know about him being too robust but she was too tentative and probably would have controlled the times when they had sexual activity and cooled down the heat somewhat. That would not have gone down well.

There was no problem really: the island was over-run with hot pussy but more often than not someone else was invading it with greater entitlement to visitation rights than he could claim. Short-term pussy was okay but on-demand pussy was the caper. Jack filtered through his mind the names of fourteen or fifteen women he'd encountered over the past eighteen months and that list had included some A-class women with one standout. Like some of the others she was married, of course. The greatest disappointment had been the Boston Babe, Cassia Holland. She seemed to be perfect in every way only to be a disappointment when it became shove and grunt and that's when she somersaulted from potential star to big flop...being told how to fuck is not funny.

There were times to cry and times to laugh, times to kick butt and times to yell 'Hallelujah". It was 11:15 and he was on a cliff top looking down to his private sheltered bay that sadly was without sand, the warm air off the sea ruffling his polo shirt when the hallelujah call came, although he didn't realize it at the time.

A married woman of more than passing interest called. "Hi Jack, it's Faye."

"Beautiful Faye with the best knockers I've ever had in my hands."

He heard the stifled giggle.

"I'm calling from the bedroom Jack, but fortunately Trevor can't hear, at least I don't think he can hear because he's practically snoring with an overload of booze in his pot belly."

"Sorry."

"That's okay, just be careful with your flamboyant comments until you've checked the coast is clear."

"Flamboyant?"

"Yes, it means..."

"I know what the word means but how did that word plunge into our conversation/"

"No one says things to me with the excitement you inject Jack. But let's move on, shall we? This is a business call. I have been on the phone for several hours with my father over the past couple of days and he's flying in from Aussie on Friday. We want to talk to your over dinner on Friday Jack. Alas my shadow has also been invited."

"Okay, but what's up?"

"Friday at 9:00 at the Oriental Garden Restaurant if that's that suitable?"

"Yes."

"Good. Dress is smart casual. My brother will also be joining us."

"Understood."

"Goodnight Jack.

What the fuck was that all about? Jack thought, shaking his head. He guessed of course. If it had been something of little significance Faye would have told him. She was under orders not to tell him. Chairman of the boat-building company Fred Davey would explain everything. That suggested to Jack there was a cog missing and Fred and/or Faye reckoned Jack Garland was the cog to make the right fit. 

Well, what could they offer him than what was better than he had now? He had his new ferry and his new home. Everything was sweet. He now had time to look for a wife and put a couple of kids into that house and by then it would be time to add another ferry to take care of island passenger growth. He was a little annoyed that Trevor would be there as he and Faye could have... ah, oh well, he had to concede she was married to the guy.

* * *

On Friday Jack went to the Oriental Garden Restaurant for his free meal and to happily listen to some of Fred's yarns. Old Fred, who'd turned seventy recently, and his wife Kate had Faye ten years after Gavin and no one was more surprised than Kate, finding herself pregnant at the age of forty-three. Fred was one of those great characters who emerge from families who have been around boats for several generations.

Gavin had been a big disappointment to Fred. He lacked Fred's drive and business acumen. But Gavin was artistic and had qualified as a boat designer, not that he designed many of the output through the yard as owners these days tend to arrive with plans. Gavin's strength was his ability to read and digest plans, identify problems before they emerged and have them sorted to keep construction on schedule. He could walk through a hull being built and point to a potential weakness, strengthen topside attachments and points of possible impact in collusions with other craft or being slammed against a refueling jetty in high wind or pushed by another craft. Gavin also was expert in designing and supervising repairs and leading a big money-spinner for the yard: designing renovations and upgrades.

Faye had worked up through admin roles in the company, collecting a degree in business management along the way through part-time study and was now general manager with responsibilities for coordinating the three divisions of new business (including refits), boat building and administration.

Gavin was alone at the table. He greeted Jack with considerable charm as he was that kind of guy... friendly and non-competitive but as Jack knew in dealing with him over the eleven months LH-2 was at the yard as a project Gavin pulled his weight and was respected by the yard workforce. They had just sipped their first taste of beer when Fred arrived with Faye and Trevor and Fred greeted Jack like a long-lost friend. Trevor had the appearance of a man who wished he was somewhere else but when the first of his extra-strength beers arrived he looked happier.

They were chatting away about boating, the weather and fishing when there was a brief lull and Fred said to Jack without any preamble: "We want you to sell out of your company and buy into ours."

Boom-boom.

Well, Jack had thought nothing that would be said would surprise him but now he'd been almost blown out of the water.

"That sounds interesting," he managed.

Fred said without smiling: "You always were a cool bastard."

"Do I punch your lights out for insulting me or accept that as a compliment Fred?"

"It would be safer for you to take that as a compliment," Fred grinned. He'd been a barroom scrapper of note before bars began to be fitted with carpet, curtains and pretty lighting and women who were not prostitutes began drinking in such more refined establishments.

"What, running out of capital?"

"Not a bad guess but no, we have to relocate. Our lease will not be renewed and it has four years to run. We want your rocky bay."

Faye said, "We've done our homework Jack by helicopter surveying and by launch taking depth soundings. You bay is our best bet. It looks so great that it's now time to talk, seriously if you are inclined towards entering exploratory talks."

"Why would I give up my currently comfortable ferry-owning life for the ups and downs of boat-building?"

"Faye?" Fred said.

"Because you are too young and too full of life to sit around playing a navel-gazing ferryman," Faye smiled.

Their meal began arriving in a succession of dishes. Faye ordered two bottles of a strong Gewürztraminer and a Johannesburg Riesling and an Australian Merlot. "Each one of these wines is appropriate for the dishes we have ordered, plus beer," she said. "Ask me if you require advice."

After the dishes were taken away and coffee was served, the business discussion resumed although Trevor had gone over to sit at the bar with two older women.

"Tell Jack more, dad."

"Okay Faye. The bay is large enough for a boatyard and deep enough for most launchings on high tide. We could not be permitted to blast a channel but could easily load deeper draft vessels on to heavy barges and tow them out into deeper water and unload them by heavy-lift barge crane. This is done all over the world."

"You see it is feasible, Jack," Faye said anxiously.

"Yes no questions about that," said Jack. "But what about approvals?"

"The Resource Management Act, community support and Community Board recommendations in support to the Auckland City Council and also the Auckland Regional Council are all required," Fred said. "That sounds a pretty formidable sandwich to chew but we will engage professionals to manage the PR. The pivotal point to making this all work is you Jack."

"I was rather gaining that impression. There is the cost of developing to high standard a quarter mile of road from the end of the present road to the boat-building site which would be a huge price ticket, but I would imagine you see me recovering that cost by selling off some of my acreage to off-set the cost""

"Yes Jack," said Faye." My enquiries indicate that if you sold twenty acres to a developer that company would pay the total cost of the roadway extension."

"I see, so I'd be reduced to small acreage but I would suspect that a trade off in dedicating land to one of the councils would facilitate approval of the boat-building installation?"

Fred and Faye exchanged glances. "We weren't smart enough to figure that out Jack but yes, that would be a positive advance according to our development consultant... a trade-off oils the wheels. The acreage from the top of the ridge down to the water facing the city and dedicated to the Auckland Regional Council would provide fifty percent of the green belt look it wants incoming tourists to see as they approach Wakefield Island.

"I dedicate the land but receive no cash in return for the council steam-rolling approval of the boatyard development against public opposition?"

"Correct," Fred said. "But our company compensates you by taking into account the current value of that land if you buy into our company as a fifty percent partner which would of course require a cash payment as well."

"How much all up?"

"We have had our business valued irrespective of where it is located," Faye said. "We have then had the costs of development and relocation to your bay and the costs of operating from there and all of that debt spread to be written off over ten years and the operating costs and profitability of the company calculated as continuing at trends established over the past ten years."

"The figures are rough estimates at this stage," Fred said. "But based on current estimates, it would appear for you to purchase a forty-nine percent stake in the company, which is what we propose, would cost you $3,700,000 with the company paying you approximately $1,200,000 for land required and riparian rights at the bay, which is fifty percent of current value plus $1,100,000 as payment as its share of land to be dedicated to the ARC. That would mean you would need to pay the company $1,400,000 for your forty-nine percent stockholding plus $1,500,000 capital injection into the company with the family also injection cash of $1,500,000 to cover re-establishment costs and to finance a resumption into boatyard constructions."




Come Into My Arms Jack Pt. 02



"Are you with us Jack?"

"More or less Faye."

"So how do you finance this Jack? My father is a director of Auckland Harbor Ferries Ltd and has had talks with the chairman, deputy chairman and CEO. The indicated they are prepared to recommend to the board that the company buys a forty-nine percent stake in your ferry company for $3,200,000 which includes the transfer of berthage and allied property leases and that Auckland Harbor Ferries Ltd pays your company $50,000 p.a. to managed your ferry services and facilities as it sees fit."

"Wow, this deal is beginning to look attractive," said Jack. "But what will I do, suck my thumb?"

"You will be appointed chairman of the boat-yard and director of operations," Fred said. "Your stock buy-in will finance my exit from the company although I will be committed to remain a readily accessible consultant on demand for eighteen months from settlement day."

"What do you think Jack?" Gavin asked.

"I'll need to engage my own team to do due diligence but providing the approvals are gained I would be more that interested. I would of course need to have the duties of director of operations spelt out."

"Yes of course," Fred said. "Basically it means Faye focusing totally on administration while you would be responsible for the day to day running of the yard, with current senior staff including Gavin remaining in place. We have the experts in various roles. You would be the manager taking the overall view, applying the glue, cracking the whip and problem solving. You with your late father built and had built thirteen boats and last year you personally refitted your 38-foot keelboat. You also visited the construction of your new ferry most days so our thinking is what you don't know about boat building and boat-yard operations is not worth knowing. Without attempting to pressure you unduly, this offer of ours remains open for eight weeks."

"Guys, could I have a word alone with Faye. We'll join you over at the bar."

"Sure Jack. I'm picking you two would be great working together," Fred said. "Come on Gavin."

Faye eyed him nervously. "You're not mad at me putting this whole proposal together and presenting it to dad are you?"

"No, how could I? It presents me with an opportunity I'd never achieve single-handedly and if I don't like it I sink it completely by just saying no."

"Well, what else is there to talk about?"

"I want to talk to you personally. I keep having disappointments in my connections with women. The only time I feel it's all together is when I'm with you."

"I can say I share a similar feeling."

"Ohmigod. Then if we get this new company structure up and running would you consider shifting in with me?"

"Well, we are two of a kind darling, promiscuous. But I'd also like to improve on what I have. I have discussed this with father. I've asked him would he consider offering Trevor a cash incentive to move on and allow me to divorce him means a he's agreed in principle. Trevor is big into fishing and daddy thinks enough money to buy into a fishing boat syndicate somewhere down in the South Island sounds about right. Trevor's family comes from Southland and I know he likes having family around him when he goes down there."

"You have suggested I keep majority stock-holding in my ferry company. Why's that?"

"Because your mother financed you into that replacement ferry. When she dies you could sell out if you wish without hurting her. Our family considered selling out but we were conscious that Gavin and I are the third generation in the company. He has a girl aged ten and son aged seven and I intend having children. We are not fussed about the Davey element in the company having to be men."

"How much do you care for me Faye?"

"Will you settle for me saying more than I'm prepared to say right now?"

"Yes, you are married so I think that is a proper answer. But tell me as my mind is all over the place about this. Why do you feel we are so compatible?"

"You are a hard man Jack and your feelings don't run particularly deep. I happen to be one of those women who rarely cries, who doesn't mind being left alone and not expecting to be flattered half her waking hours. Sex with you is bump and crash, a rest and on with the next spurt which is pretty much me or though I can revel is a bit of the slow and sweet stuff. I know you like being with me. I also remember you being so sweet with me when you took my cherry at the yacht squadron picnic when I was eighteen and overdue to being plucked." 

Faye paused to kiss him before continuing, not bothering to look to see if her husband was watching.

"Four years ago when my sister was killed in a car crash you were just so beautiful to me. Trevor my boyfriend at the time was next to useless saying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" whereas you reminded me of many of the fun times we had in our group with Lesley. No one apart from my mother was more loving to me at that time. Since my twenty-second birthday I wanted so much for you to marry me but always there was at least one other woman in the way."

"I think you know I deeply desire you to come into my arms Jack Garland."

There was a short silence as they looked at each other.

Jack grinned, "Wow, I feel as if I've been seduced without you even touching me."

Faye wiped the corner of one eye. "See what I mean Jack Garland. You're really made to be with me."

Jack thought he could agree with that and sighed, accepting Faye was married to the wrong guy.

Some huge decisions faced Jack but as he walked back to his apartment his mind was filled by one little cameo: Faye and Trevor walking away from him to their car in the hotel forecourt. They were not touching, not quite. In his mind that was so significant to him. Truly bonded people would have been touching, especially after a few drinks. He walked home with that image in his mind. He had huge things to think about, decisions to make but yet he had chosen to focus on something people generally would consider trite. After all, married people often walk side-by-side not touching. 

What, even after a few drinks?

Oh, perhaps you have a point there Jack.

By hell he had, smiled Jack thinly, Trevor was not in love with her and he knew Faye wasn't enamored these days with Trevor.

Drinking near midnight coffee on his tiny balcony overlooking the bustle of the harbor, which is where he liked being when the city was closing down and the night-shift workers went about their jobs, he thought about his women.

Jack knew he'd attracted them like moths but like moths they all drifted away into the night, figuratively speaking. Most stayed around to collect the dawn installment or installments, depending on their desire and/or fitness. He knew why that was so. He had other projects of more importance to accomplish and engaging in a so-called meaningful relationship was akin to throwing out a stern anchor. And many were married.

He had turned thirty and always had told the little darlings enquiring that he wouldn't marry until he turned thirty. Usually they hadn't cried or even pouted; most actually gave him a pitying look that could be interpreted as saying 'Who'd want to marry you with your over-used cock and tiny brain and ignorance when it comes to relating to women?' Perhaps not. Some women found it impossible not to think kindly of men. 

Mary Carrington or Mary Paul as she was then was definitely an exception but if she were so interested in marrying him why hadn't she asked him? She may have gotten lucky. The Paul's had been on the island for five generations and were resilient, fun-loving people but with a fatal flaw as a family. Their men, and in modern times even some of their women, tended to go out fishing when other fishers were scurrying in for shelter ahead of a gathering storm. That had cut the numbers of Paul men back a bit. A couple had been lost in hunting accidents, fighting overseas in wars, a few died in car crashes, one died learning to fly aircraft without an instructor, another was blown up clearing stumps with explosives and if that wasn't enough the women married to or living with a Paul began producing only females so today there were no fertile Paul men left of the island branch of the Paul lineage.

Paul knew he loved Mary because of her grit and zest but he'd never examined whether he really loved her. Mary's father was the last Paul occupant of The Homestead and had farmed the land. Jack recalled calling to take her out and was horrified to find her down at the cowshed up to her knees in a cesspit colored by cow dung groping around her feet trying to find the friendship ring Jack had presented her on her twentieth birthday. It had dropped off as she'd finished pushing in solids with a scraper. He'd walked away ready to puke but she showered up well later and splattered perfume everywhere. Late that night Jack remembered not to lick her below her knees or elbows. Their occasional 'sorties' ended the night she told him she'd decided to begin going steady with Jack's mate Ross Carrington and only just the other day Jack had learned the reason for her choice of Ross... his small willy. Of course Ross was also a great guy and talked to Mary as if she were a guy and that apparently was what she'd wanted.

"Will I learn to love you Faye," Jack murmured, stretching, now too tired to begin thinking of the complications of entering business with her and her family. The first thing would be finding out just how financially sound that boatyard business was right now.

* * *

Ten days after the buy-in proposal was put to Jack he was in the offices of Baker, Finch and Goldstein.

"Here's our report Jack," said Tim Finch, pushing the thick document across the desk.

"We received nothing but co-operation from company officers," said Clive Baker. "By God that Faye Davey-Ashton is all woman, isn't she? I was immensely impressed -- er -- by her professionalism."

"Well, this looks like a big read; thanks guys. So what is your recommendation?"

Tim cleared his throat. "Our brief did not include estimating the extra costs in operating from an island base compared with a mainland base but they could be substantial but could be reduced by the yard operating its own servicing vessel."

"Yes I appreciate that but the bottom line, what is it?"

Tim glanced and Clive and turned to Jack and smiled. "Our conclusion is providing the proposed joint venture secures all the consents applied you have a very attractive investment offer. Divesting a large portion of your ferry operation makes sound business sense to us because worldwide it is a business that the small operator is being squeezed out. We know politically this might not be acceptable but we would recommend you sell fifty-one percent to Auckland Ferries at the outset to maximize that company's interest and then sit back and wait for the offer for the remaining shares. In our opinion that offer will be irresistible and we would further suggest you invest that money elsewhere as boatyards have an international tendency of going belly up when national and international economies take a dive."

"So, a green light?"

"Yes but only from the financial analysis point of view Jack," said Clive, "which is our role. The boatyard is a boomer of a business at present and we regard your entry ticket as being offered at a discount. The site, of course, is the key. They want your bay and some surrounding land and want that badly. So, provided those consents are given without any nasty hooks imposed, we say you have a very big green light to proceed."

"Thanks guys. Lunch?"

"We're taking a whack of your money already Jack, so you come as our guest," Clive said. "We are thinking of buying a 40-footer for corporate entertainment. Do you think Davey Boatyard would price competitively?"

"Of course. Go to that lovely Faye Clive, waggle your eyes and tell her you are seeking a competitive price and you are a mate of mine. That should help you."

"Jeeze Jack, that's great. Say Tim, let's take this guy up to the Northern Club for decent wine and food. We know nothing about the tricks of sealing a contract through competitive tendering. You're the boy for us Jack. Perhaps we should offer you a fee to manage our contract process to have the boat built?"

"That's up to your guys to decide but if you want a practical consultant then I guess I have the pedigree. After lunch we best go down and inspect my new ferry, built by Davey's Boatyard of course. I screwed Faye down over price but you guys will know have knowledge through your due diligence process that the yard still did very well out of that project. I would like to screw Faye for you."

"You're the man," laughed Clive, slapping Jack on the back. "I bet that Faye would like to rumble with you."

* * *

Two days later Jack called Faye. 

"Hi, how are those gorgeous tits?"

"Am I right thinking it's naughty boy Jack calling?"

Jack said she was spot on and he'd like to take her out to dinner as soon as she could get away without suspicion.

"Tonight, tomorrow evening, anytime you like Jack. I came home early the other day and found him plowing his woman assistant in the tack room alongside the stables. He's told me her prefers her to me so we are no longer acting as husband and wife so I can stay the night with you if that's your wish."

"Yeah, my perfect wish actually."

"Wow Jack, that's a bit of a come-on from you."

"I've been thinking more and more about you."

"Oh, naughty boy Jack. But you must understand I'd like you to think more about me than my pussy and tits."

"You mean there's more to you than that?"

"Naughty boy and big tease Jack."

It was time to become serious. "I'd like to know from you about what you really want from me."

"God Jack, don't tease me like this."

"I'm not teasing, I'm serious. I'm very fond of you Faye and sense that you are my kind of woman and yet I don't really know what that means. I've never learnt how to really understand females despite successfully teaching many of them how to please a guy sexually and sensually."

"Ah yes Jack, you're good at that, even to someone like me who thinks she knows it all. When I'm thinking right about you Jack you can bring sensations to me that no other man I know can do but really that has little to do with sex but everything to do about my own sexuality of which there are so many elements. I think you need to know more how to relate to me without having sex on your mind."

"Like if we were walking through a museum or art gallery?"

"That's generally the idea. I really would like to talk to you about these things Jack. Perhaps we should go sailing."

"Great idea. That's the time for deep talking. It's as if the world has almost stopped still and no one is up your nose or in your space."

"Less than elegantly put Jack, but beautifully explained. Back at the Chinese Garden at eight would suit me. I'll book if you wish."

"No, please allow me."

"Ah, a gentleman already; well done Jack."

* * *

Faye entered the restaurant and almost wet herself when seeing Jack in a cream suit, black open-neck shirt and as he walked towards her noticed the black shoes were very shiny. Oh Jack, what do you want?

They sat at the bar with vodka Martinis. Faye knew he preferred starting on beer so knew he was trying really hard to deliver a favorable impression. 

"You bracelet... I like seeing it on you."

"Every time I have a social occasion I wear it. I love it Jack. It's the most beautiful thing I own irrespective of price."

"That gives me a lovely feeling, knowing that."

Jack smiled and said his financial advisers had given him the green light to proceed subject to securing all the consents required with no unacceptable hooks attached.

"Oh Jack, that is wonderful for you. Now you have to reflect deeply."

Jack said he'd done that. Faye held her breath.

"I want the yard to chop my entry price back two hundred grand and your father securing me another four hundred grand from Auckland Ferries for a fifty-one percent stake in my ferry company."

"Is that the extent of your conditions?"

"Yes apart from the main one being of course securing the consents, all of them, so the yard can go in and I'll be permitted to sell two hundred acres for housing to a developer who will pay for the road extension to the boundary of the boatyard site."

"Jack, this is amazing. Here, let me kiss you."

"Hmmmmmm."

"I'll talk to daddy about the entry price. We did believe we'd gone as low as we could prudently go, but who knows? My concern is do you want to give up control of your ferry company? You are the second generation owner Jack."

"It was a difficult decision and I'm doing it without consulting my mother because she's displayed no interest in the company, only in discharging some of her guilt about her broken relationship with me. If she's decided to become a good mother she'll be happy that I'm doing the right thing for me."

"But still, don't you think you should discuss it with her Jack?"

"Okay, but my mind is made up."

"Phone her now Jack while I go and powder my nose."

"You don't use powder do you?"

"Jack!"

When Faye returned Jack was all smiles.

"You spoke to her?"

He grinned and said she couldn't care less what he did with the company. It was his business and she'd given him the money to help clear her guilt.

"She mentioned guilt."

"Yeah, and said saying that to me make her feel a lot better. The wedding is in two months' time. Want to go with me?"

"Well, yes but why me?"

"Because I want you to be my girlfriend."

"Jack, stop teasing."

He took Faye by the hand and said, "That's the truth Faye. Will you become my true girlfriend?"

"Yes Jack," Faye whispered. "Kiss me."

At the apartment Faye thought for a moment Jack had lost his libido. There was no rush and pawing, her clothes flying off her and his lusty short sentences and her squealing were also missing.

"Bracelet first," he requested, and she removed the jangling treasure.

"Ear-rings." 

"Stockings."

Faye blurted: "But you always rip my clothes off, so what's this?"

"A slower version, with you undressing for me so that I can see your body emerge. Tonight I wish to see your body emerge slowly Faye and not as a blur."

"Oh God," Faye said. "You best sit down."

Jack sat on the dinning table chair and faced her. Faye kicked off her shoes and placed her foot above his knee, hoisted her short blue leather skirt and staring at him eased down the self-supporting blue stocking with its sexy lace top, at least she thought it was sexy. She had no idea what he thought about her stockings.

"Sexy stockings," he said, licking his top lip.

With her leg up like that and feeling moist between her legs Faye knew that he probably could smell her. That made her arousal soar. She went through the same process with her other leg and he then said, "Top,"

That was easy. One haul and it was over her head and flying across the room.

"Nice tits," he leered. "Off with the bra."

She fumbled with the hooks, astounded because she never fumbled. Why were her fingers feeling like thumbs? At last she unclasped the little fuckers and pulled out of the restraint, her boobs falling towards her waist. She knew she should be on her back, with him doing the unfastening. Of course he never fumbled! Too much practice.

"Off with the panties."

Oh gawd. Why couldn't she be on her back?

Oh gawd, the crotch of her panties was wet. To avoid embarrassment over that with a cry she flung herself at him, ensuing her flying boobs wrapped around his face. His hand on his thigh moved up to welcome her, touched her clit and she cried "Aaaaaagggggghhhhh" and released over his beautifully pressed and clean pants.

"Ooooh, this is too much," he moaned. "Unzip me and start licking and then straight down your throat darling."




Come Into My Arms Jack Pt. 02



"She couldn't believe how stiff he was. She had to wrench it through the gap. She opened her mouth wide and slipped the vibrant pole down into her mouth and cupped his balls.

"Ooooooooogh," he sighed, and three long streams of thick cum gushed down her throat, half choking her. 

Gasping and spluttering she couldn't believe this had happened, this man wouldn't even know the meaning of premature ejaculation as he could hold back for hours providing he were in control. Then she thought neither of them had been in control. Somewhere along the cute byplay, raw sex had consumed them and now was lust playing its tune.

"What happened." he asked, pulling himself up so she could eye him.

"I rather gather we've just had sex as it's meant to be... delivered with raw passion," she said weakly.

"I don't think I'm capable of walking," he said, leaning back on the chair. 

Faye didn't reply. She slumped forward into his messy lap and closed her eyes. They slept in peace for almost two hours before leg cramp awoke her.

She jumped and that woke him.

"Rub the back of my right calf muscle darling," she gasped. "Cramp."

He began rubbing. "You just called me darling."

"You are my darling," she sighed, only then realizing what she was saying.

While Jack was cooking breakfast Faye went out to the balcony and called her father.

"Hi daddy."

"Hi, are you okay."

"Couldn't be better. I feel like a restored woman again."

"Are you with him?"

"Yes, stayed the night."

"Well?"

Faye laughed and teased. "I'm here for the sex daddy."

"Then why are you calling," he spluttered.

"To advise he wants in. Cut two hundred grand off his asking price and get him another four hundred grand for his ferry company deal in return for a fifty-one percent stake and he's in, daddy, providing all the approval applications go through as filed."

"Auckland Ferries will jump at that for the controlling interest. Your big bedfellow has lost his marbles. But two hundred G's more from us. Christ Faye, we pruned to the bone. If we lower the asking price we are giving away family booty."

"It's your decision daddy. You are the person in the position to make the unbiased decision."

Fred said, "I'll call you back."

"Why put off the inevitable daddy? You know we have investigated fifteen alternative sites and except for extra shipping costs this site is far and away above the other fourteen."

"You're right. Tell him deal subject to the approvals. Put it in writing to him tomorrow. Goodbye darling."

"One more thing, daddy. Send Trevor south as we'd discussed daddy but talk to him because he may wish to take one other person with him. I want our personal property and possessions split 50-50 which is the law and our only condition is that he makes the application for annulment of marriage."

"As good as done baby. Will you marry Jack in two years when the marriage is dissolved?"

"Yes providing he asks me."

"You've got it made baby."

THE END



Come Into the Dark



This story is based in part on a recurring dream I used to have. I hope you like it.

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I am asleep. Then, suddenly, I am awake.

I can feel him. Standing there in the dark corner of the room. I can't see him, I only know he's there. Did he wake me?

It's cold. And I'm naked under the covers. I sit up, thinking maybe I can catch a glimpse of him if I do. But I cannot. 

Suddenly, the dark is growing. He's coming closer. I know, because I can feel the heat of him. My nipples are hard- because of the cold? Finally, I hear his voice. Almost in a whisper, he says, "Come into the dark". 

"Who are you? What do you want?" He does not answer. He makes his way to the foot of the bed. I am trying to be still, but my heart is racing. I can hear my heart beating, pounding, in my head. He's going to hurt me. I'm afraid.

I'm afraid I might like it.

I am now aware of the moisture between my thighs, and for the first time, I feel regret for not wearing panties. He'll know soon. I can already start to smell my arousal. All that stands between us is the sheet and the comforter above it. He pulls at them, and I feel myself getting cold again.

My breasts become exposed. The firm flesh getting goosebumps all over them. He takes in a deep breath. I can make out only a couple of features on his face. He's attractive. He speaks again, this time, in a tone that frightens me. "Come closer."

As if my body has a mind of its own, I start to move closer, crawling on my knees to the foot of the bed. I feel his breath on me, as he examines me. For the first time all night, he touches me. His arm wraps around my waist and pulls me in closer. He smells me. First my hair, then my neck... I know by now he's aware of the effect he is having on my lower region, as I can smell myself between us. He looks into my eyes. He knows. "Do you know why I'm here?"

"No."

He grabs my hair, and pulls my face to his. His kiss is hard. I try to keep up, but I am unable to predict his pattern. My lips feel bruised from the pressure and the biting. "Mmm.. Please.. Please stop." I spoke, but he doesn't seem to hear me at all. His other hand, comes up from the small of my back, after tracing the tattoo there, and rests on my breast. He caresses it, then, without warning, he pinches my nipple. Hard. I yelp in pain. Then again- in pleasure.

He breaks the kiss and pulls me off the bed. He sets me down on the other side of him, and he rests on the bed. I take him in. Broad shoulders, well built. He removes his shirt, and then, instructs me to "Take off My shoes". 

I do.

"Unbutton My pants." 

I get nervous. "Please, anything but that. I.. I can't. Please, look, I have money, and you can take anything you want." 

He smiles, it's sadistic. "I want you."

I feel the tears rushing from my eyes. I know there is no way out of this. I have no phone, no weapon. I step closer and unbutton his pants. I pull them, and he slaps me across the face. I cry out, and I feel the stinging burning sensation mingle with the warm tears still lightly flowing. "Why?" 

"I did not tell you to take them off. You will learn to obey Me. Do only what I say." I stand there, holding my face.

He stands, and removes his pants, and his boxers too. He stands in front of me, now naked but for his socks and a chain around his neck. From it, hangs a key. A skeleton key. I wonder for a moment what it belongs to, before he drags me to my knees. "Suck," he says, "and don't bite." 

I take his semi erect cock into my mouth. "Good girl" he says. I slowly take more of his cock into my mouth, trying not to go too far. I feel his hands upon me now. He pinches my nipples, then take one hand and puts it behind my head. "I am going to fuck your throat." I panic, try to get away. He holds me still and says, "Don't fight Me. I'll start slow."

His cock is now thrusting into my mouth. The length of him starting to become more than my mouth has ever known. And then, deeper, and deeper, until he's in my throat. I shift to get a better angle, and I feel the wetness on my thighs. 'Why am I so turned on by this stranger?' I let my hand down to touch myself. The other, I brace on his thigh. He shoves his entire cock into my mouth. I begin to gag. I can't breathe. He holds it there, and I start to feel light headed. 'He's going to kill me.' 

"Don't touch Me, slut. You only touch me when I say you are allowed." I nod my head, and he removes his cock from my mouth. I groan. Partly because of the pain, partly because I want his cock back in my mouth. 

He picks me up, and only then, do I realize I must have fallen to the floor. He cradles me like a baby. I must look like one too. My 5'2 body being held by his gigantic frame. He must be at least 6'4. He sets me on the bed, and says "I am sorry, pet. But you must be disciplined." I'm lying on my back, and now, he hovers above me. I know what's next. He spreads my thighs, and takes his hand to my sex. "You're so wet. Did you enjoy sucking My cock?" I nod, and he spanks my clit. 

"I didn't hear you." 

"Yes," I breathe out. "I did." 

He spanks my clit again, "You will call me Master. Or Sir." 

"Yes Master."

His fingers explore me down there. The entire time, he stares me right in the eye. I watch his face, as he slips a finger into my velvet warmth. He smiles, "You have not been used in a long time. Tonight, you will know what it is to be truly taken." His finger starts to dance inside me, then, is joined by another. The addition of his second finger brings me pain. And pleasure. I moan in grattitude. He kisses me again, but this time, it's softer. He removes his fingers and I feel something else pressed against my tight entrance. He sucks my wet from his fingers, and kisses me again. Then, without warning, he thrusts his length into me. 

Inch after glorious inch impales me, and I open my mouth to scream, but nothing comes out. He groans, wrapping his arm around me, pulling me into him. "You are so tight, pet." He starts to move slowly, making me feel every bit of him. Then, he quickens his speed, harder, deeper, until the room is filled with screams. I only recognize when his hand closes over my throat that the screams are mine. 

He chokes me, lightly. And then, he laughs "You are such a good little slut. I bet you're going to cum for me." He is right. I feel it, coming from my belly, then tingling in my spine. My toes curl, and suddenly, I'm convulsing around his cock. I feel each wave vibrating through me like breaking glass. It's so delicious, it's almost painful. As soon as I finish, he removes himself from me. He kisses my forehead, and says, "I will come back for you."

And then, just as quickly as he came, he was gone. 

I crawl back under the covers, my legs, throat, and pussy aching. As I close my eyes and fall into the best sleep I will ever have, I can hear his voice echoing in my head. 

"Come into the Dark."



Come Into the Dark: Awakening



William took hold of Jen's hand and led her to the study. She had seen it before, but as they walked in, something changed. The sun seemed to dull, and before long, the room fell dark. The door closed behind them, the click giving her a chill.

William turned to her, seeing the confusion in her eyes. 

"Don't be afraid. You are safe." He smiled warmly, and candles... All over the room... Began to light.

"I don't understand." She started to breathe deeply. "How are you... What's...?"

"You do. You always understood. You know what I am. You knew the night we met." His cerulean eyes found her brown ones. Meeting in the flickering of the candle light. "Say it. It's alright."

"But that's... No. I'm a rational adult. I don't believe in things like...."

"You don't have to believe in something for it to be true. Man-kind has been proving that for millennia."

"You're a witch."

"Well, that's a term more frowned upon. But, tomato potato."

She smiled. "That's not the phrase."

He smiled back, for a moment. When it drifted she noticed something else. Fear? "And that's not all...."

Jen frowned. "Clarissa."

"We were nearly bound, until I discovered that she is a monster. She hates people. She wants nothing more than the destruction of the human race. She's young, and full of herself. She thinks she is superior to others. I guess I didn't want to see it at first. But now, it's all I see. And there is nothing uglier than someone who wants to see an entire race of creatures destroyed."

"William... Why have you pulled me into this? I'm not sure I'm made out for this. I'm not like you. I don't belong in your world." Jen's eyes started to water as she headed for the door. 

William appeared before her. "You have no idea just how similar we are."

*~*~*~*~*

In the time that passed, she had begun to learn a lot about William. His abilities, which seemed to be never ending, his history, his age... She often teased that he was too old for her. Truth be told, when a man is more than two centuries over the age of his partner, she determined, age really was nothing but a number. 

But in the back of her mind, she could feel that William had been hiding something from her. Something he thought could hurt her maybe? Or perhaps he just thought she couldn't take it. Either way it was driving her mad. She needed to know why he occasionally became so distant. Why he sometimes seemed to grow cold. And why, on occasion, she would wake to a cold, empty bed. 

*~*~*~*~*

"Am the information is all there? I need to know I can rely on you Nolan."

Jen had just made her first hire last month, and he seemed to show great potential. If only she could get him to have more confidence in himself. She remembered when she first got hired. She was terrified of doing or saying the wrong thing, so she kept her mouth shut. It didn't matter if she needed help, or she was getting screwed by a fellow employee. She was going to drown in silence. It took a coworker taking credit for her hard work for her to finally gain a voice. After that, well, the flood gates were open.

She wanted to help Nolan get there too, before some shark in the water sunk their teeth in.

"Yes ma'am, I have surveyed the area numerous times, spoken with several citizens. There's not a single case of-"

Just then, the phone rang.

"Jennifer Benson... Yes... No... Who- Who is this?" Jen's face went flush. She looked up at Nolan. "Get out." She looked back to the phone. "Hello? HELLO?? WHO THE HELL IS THIS?"

*~*~*~*~*

It took more than an hour for her to settle down after she got home. She had locked all the windows and doors, and then she just stood there in the middle of the living room. It wasn't until William arrived that she felt truly at ease.

"I don't understand... How could she know how to reach me? How does she even know who I am? What does she want?"

William pulled her to him. "She's just trying to frighten you. She knew it would rattle you, and she's taking advantage of that. Clarissa... She's just angry. Don't let her games get to you."

With that, William swept her up and carried her to the couch. He could feel her trembling in his arms, and it made him glad to know he was there to comfort her. He placed her on the couch, and knelt in front of her. They looked each other in the eyes for just a moment before he leaned in to kiss her. 

The sweet kisses, mingling with the salt of her tears became too much for him to bear. And while he wanted just to comfort her, there was something more primal at bay.

He had not been with her for weeks, as he had been trying to tread softly. But his desire was proving to get the better of him. As he pulled back to look at her sweet face, he knew there would be no way to contain himself tonight.

--- 

Jen had been afraid, at first, of being with William after learning what he was. She didn't know why, but she felt as though something had changed between them. But now, after he kissed her the way he did, she felt her walls come tumbling down.

She couldn't explain it. There was only one word she could think of; one word that could make her throw away common sense. Love.

She felt his hands slowly making their way up her thighs, slipping under her skirt, and around to her supple bottom. She sighed when his hands cupped the flesh he found there. It wasn't long before their mouths were locked again, this time, in a mash of tongues and teeth that left lips bitten; red, and tender. 

When his pulled her panties off, she could think of nothing she wanted more than his cock buried inside her, but he had other plans. 

For days, he had failed to remember the taste of her, and tonight he would drench his thirst.

Before she could knew what hit her, his tongue was dancing between her thighs, teasing and caressing every delicious inch of her most delicate flesh. Her sighs of ecstasy only proved to further madden him, and his pace grew more and more frantic. Before long, she was dancing on the tip of his tongue; making sounds that would make god himself blush. But before she could cum, he pulled away and stood, pulling his shirt over his head and unfastening his pants. 

He was even more beautiful than she remembered, and his body became more and more visible. Her hand found its way to her pussy, keeping her right on the edge as she watched him pull down his pants, then his boxers, to reveal the hard flesh therein. 

"Mmm... Come fuck me." She felt like a woman possessed, as she spread her legs wide for him. Her skirt hiked up above her waist gave him a clear visual of her sopping wet pussy. She was most certainly ready for him.

Grabbing her legs, he pulled her, until her ass hung over the edge of the couch.

"Be careful what you wish for, little girl."

And just like that he was inside her, pounding mercilessly away at her pussy, gripping her hips. There were no words or sounds from either of them, but for the sound of their bodies meeting in violent clash after clash.

Her mouth hung open as if to scream or cry out, but she did not. She could feel herself losing control. She looked to him, and watched as he pulled her blouse open with one hand while the other kept a firm grip on her hip, pulling her into his deep thrusts. His eyes devoured every inch of her soft brown flesh. She felt wanted. Needed. She felt ravished. And when their eyes met, the first and only words of this intense moment were spoken.

"I love you, Jen."

*~*~*~*~*

The next morning, all her concerns seemed to have melted away. She had the love of her life, and he 

loved her, too. So what if he was different? 

She had just finished her jog and was walking back to the car when she heard someone jogging up behind her. She moved over to give them room, but the footsteps slowed as they came closer. She turned to see who it was, and felt her heart drop.

"Hello again, Jenifer." Clarissa smoothed her hair back, and smiled her wicked smile.

"Look, I know what you are and I don't care. William doesn't want you. So why don't you go get a life?" Jen spoke with confidence, but her heart was beating a mile a minute.

"And what if I don't want to?" Clarissa came in closer, noting the way Jen pulled away. "William isn't here to protect you. I guess you'll have to call someone for help? But by the time they arrive, it'll be far too late."

It felt as though a weight was being dropped on her chest. Jen could feel her breathing getting shorter, and dropped to her knees. She watched as Clarissa's eyes started to go black. First the Iris, then even the whites of her eyes. She remembered that William's eyes look the same way the night of the dinner. She reached out, pleading, begging Clarissa to stop.

"Please. Pl-"

"Oh, not so tough now, huh? William can't save you now, and even if he could, he wouldn't. Look at you. You're pathetic."

Jen closed her eyes, and when she looked back up, Clarissa was white as a sheet.

Jen started to stand, slowly regaining her breath. 

Clarissa had never seen this before. Only moments ago, Jenifer was begging for her life. Now, Clarissa's tricks had no effect on her. 

And her eyes... They were glowing bright yellow.

"That's not possible. You can't be. I would have known."

"You should get out of here, Clarissa. Lots of criminals in the park at this hour. You wouldn't want to become a victim of a violent crime."

Clarissa looked up to the sky to see dark clouds forming over head. 

"Please... Look... I'm sorry! I don't want any trouble, ok?"

Jenifer smiled.

"That's too bad. You're overdue."

TO BE CONTINUED...