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Seeking

By: Estaban Bacca



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This material is presented as adult entertainment and is not intended for any person under the age of eighteen years. While every precaution has been taken in the preparation of this book, the author assumes no responsibilities for errors or omissions, or for damages resulting from the use of information contained herein. All characters and descriptions contained herein are purely fictitious.



Seeking



"Drink, girl." He said.

I was so thirsty that I drank and drank. It was Gatorade lemon-lime and not at all my favorite but it tasted so good. It ran down my chin and dripped over my lifted-up breasts. A soft cloth dabbed it away. I lay back, closed my eyes and I slept.

When I woke up, it was to hands touching me. Master James' hands and Master Robert's big black hands were everywhere at once. They teased my nipples to aching hardness. Fingers slipped in and out of my cunt again. My legs willingly parted, arching up off the table when fingers found my throbbing clit and stroked over it. More cunt juice was wiped on my body. More fingers with the slick taste of my sex clinging to them were presented to be licked clean.

I was pulled to my feet again and bent forward. My wrists were secured to the legs of the table on one side and my ankles cuffed to the table legs on the other side. I heard a door open and the footsteps and voices of men and women approached. I struggled and tugged but the cuffs held me tight. I was so embarrassed to be seen like this. So wide open with my body betraying me. Still hot from the touching and stroking the Masters had given me. Hands were everywhere on my body again. They touched, tugged and twisted my rock hard, aching nipples. Hands kneaded my ass cheeks. My whimpers of pain and moans of pleasure so mixed that I could no longer distinguish between them. Fingers probed my tight ass-ring. They slipped up through my slit, teasing my clit. My confused body tried first to grind down onto the fingers in my cunt and then lifted itself to encourage the fingers in my ass.

"Unnnghh, yessssssss."

A thick, long rubber dildo was worked deep in my cunt, my inner muscles sucked and squeezed down on it.

"Good girl, good girl."

All those hands kept touching me, big hands, small hands, rough hands and soft ones. Slender fingers with long painted nails squeezed, pinched and tugged my nipples. 

"The slut needs a plug in this tight little ass."

I groaned out loud at these words from a strange voice. I flinched and clenched my cheeks hard at the cool touch of the lube. A slick finger circled my rim and then began slipping in and out. I felt more lube and again the finger, in and out, fucking, curling, stretching, and forcing all that lube in. I moaned at the touch of the plug's hard tip, burning as it was slowly twisted and fucked into my ass. The sound of my gasp was loud in my ear when my sphincter gave way and my ass sucked it all the way in. I felt so filled, so stuffed. I was squirming, grinding, clenching down hard as I could. 

Then a hand twisted tight in my hair and my head was lifted up. I was looking straight at the groin of a man. He stepped closer and I registered tan slacks, a brown belt, and clean manicured man-fingers unzipping the fly. A soft flaccid cock was pulled out and held to my lips.

A leather crop bit into my left ass cheek. I jerked forward to escape it bumping my face into the cock.

"Take the cock in your mouth, girl," Master James' voice said from behind me.

I opened my mouth and took the soft salty cock in. One more stinging lash but my cry was muffled as I sucked and licked. The cock grew hard and pressed back on my tongue till I gagged from it. The man's hands in my hair held my head tight to his thrusting hips. I heard his groans as I worked to take the cock tip pushing deep in my throat. I struggled to breathe, gasping each time he pulled back a little. My mouth became slick with the precum as the rhythm of his slow, deep strokes continued.

"Oh you cunt. You sweet whore. That's it, that's it. Suck me you bitch."

The strokes became short quick thrusting jabs. I took every inch in my throat and I knew, oh God yes, I knew he was about to cum. Those big, soft balls lifted up and I actually felt the force of the cum pumping up through the thick cock and exploding deep in my throat on his final hard thrust. I was held tight to him, swallowing, nearly choking on the volume of it. He finally let go and pulled out. One thick string of cum hung there from the tip of his cock to my lip and then the fragile connection broke as he stepped back. Cum dripped and oozed down my chin as another man stepped up. One hot strike of the crop on my inner thigh and I groaned and opened my mouth again. I took the new cock inside and was in heaven with the thick shaft pumping into me, twisting, screwing deep into my throat. Hands began fucking the dildo and butt plug in and out of my holes and I heard Master James' voice in my ear.

"Cum, bitch. Cum, girl."

I did. And as I was coming so hard, sweet Jesus, the cock in my mouth poured its thick gooey seed down my throat.

They left me like that, dripping cum from my chin, with the dildo stuffed up my cunt and the plug still deep in my ass. I didn't care... I was floating. 

Some time later, Master Robert returned and eased the plug out and then the dildo. I shuddered as they were pulled from me. He laughed and told me I was wrong if I thought I was going to get any more that evening. He unsnapped the cuffs and helped me to my feet. 

"Get dressed and go home, girl, and be proud of those marks."

He led me back to the little room where my clothes were, where it all started. It was a different girl who came back to those clothes and it was like .....Well, it was like my life up till then had been a black and white photo that was now suddenly in color. I understood then....I had to do this for ME.





Seeking



I couldn't help it, my voice started shaking.

"Sir, I haven't been faithful in keeping up with my journal as both you and Sir told me to do."

There was a silence and then he asked if I could offer good reason. I knew that my excuses were feeble at best and that offering them would likely bring me more trouble. It might have seemed that I was not taking responsibility for what I'd done.

"No Sir, Master James I have no good excuse." I finally whispered.

"It is good that you have told me. Your honesty builds my trust in you. You still must be punished though. Prepare yourself mentally to take it and it will go better."

I closed my eyes tight in acceptance and tried not to let him see my fear. He stepped behind me and trailed something that felt like leather of some kind down my back. 

"How many days is it that you have let your journal fall behind?" 

I counted 5 days in my mind.

"Five days, Master James." 

"Then you will receive five lashes on your inner thighs with my crop. One for each day and one more for disobeying me and one beyond that for disobeying your Dom. Spread yourself wider and count as you have been told. Girl you will learn that your only choice is to obey and the sooner you accept that, the easier it will be on you."

With that he stepped back and I spread my knees as wide apart as I could. My hips ached with the strain as I waited with closed eyes. Tense and filled with fear and dread. When the first strike came, it came hard and I heard the crop displace the air an instant before I felt it. I screamed out with the pain. It was the worst yet. It bit into the softest part of my inner thigh, near my cunt. My body jerked forward and my eyes welled up.

"One......aghhhh! Thank you, Master James. Please give me another." I forced the words from myself.

The second stroke came and then the third, so hard, so fucking hard that I thought I would die with the pain. They were all delivered on the same thigh, the left one, it was beyond agony. The last four came on my right thigh. A searing, burning, pain beyond pain. Although I was thanking him, counting the strokes and asking for more, my words were meaningless sounds in my mind.

"Remember this lesson," was all that he said. 

It was strange; it was almost as if there was sadness in him when he said it. There was a deep sadness in me also. I felt unworthy for having been so lazy and willful regarding my journals. I was sorry, so sorry. I wanted to do better. I wanted to please these men and Sir. I want to be proud of who I am.

They allowed me to rest for a few minutes like that and then I was helped up to my knees by Master Michael and given cool water to drink. My voice was still hoarse and raspy from laryngitis and I'd suffered with over the past week. Twice Master Michael asked me if I was ok or if I felt ill. He even put his hand on my forehead once, as if to check for a fever. It was an insignificant gesture and yet to me it made me feel that they really did care. 

"If you feel ill we will not continue." He said

Suddenly, I had a choice. A temporary reprieve if I chose to take it. It made it all the harder for me to stay and endure. The weak me wanted desperately to take the out I was being offered but in the end it was the needy me that finally answered. 

"No, Master Michael. Thank you, I'm really ok."

"Are you prepared to receive your discipline, girl?" 

I nodded and was helped to my feet and led to the far wall. Walking was hard with the larger plug inside my ass and the angry red welts on my thighs burning. I was forced to move in an ugly embarrassing waddle to ease the hurt.

When we reached the wall, Master Michael backed me up against it and told me to present my wrists to him to be cuffed. With my eyes lowered, I held my arms out in front of me and watched as he placed leather cuffs on each wrist. One at a time he stretched my arms out to the side and fastened the cuffs to big heavy rings mounted into the wall above me. My shoulders ached with the strain. My arms were stretched very tight and I was lifted up almost onto my tiptoes. It gave an uncomfortable arch to my back and my chest was thrust out more than normal.

He knelt down in front of me and attached ankle cuffs to each ankle and one at a time moved each leg wide to the side and attached the cuffs to large rings near the floor. His large hands with their thick fingers were gentle as they secured me. The mix of power and gentleness in his touch somehow calmed me. As he stood up his hands caressed up my body. The mere grazing of his fingers over the welts on my inner thighs drew a groan from me before I could stop it. I made a guttural noise when his finger moved up thru my slit, stopping to make a small circle over my hard, hungry clit. With eyes still lowered I watched his hand move over the flat of my belly and felt a tightening deep inside when he touched me there. Both hands were on me then, cupping under each breast and lifting them as if weighing them, squeezing and kneading them. His huge thumbs teased my nipples at the base of my rings. My head went back to the wall and I arched out as much as I could when he lowered his head and began sucking each one.

"Ohhhh god, Master Michael."

I was panting as he moved from one to the other and back sucking and licking and gently biting. Then it became a slow steady suction, his mouth wide open, almost engulfing my whole breast. He was intent upon the left one at first. Working it, sucking it harder and harder till the nipple felt huge. When he pulled away my breast was shiny and wet from his mouth. He moved to the right one, repeating the process, all the while still pinching and tugging the left nipple with his right hand. My moans became continuous, my ass ground back hard to the wall and I thrust my chest out to him till my shoulders were screaming from the stress.

Just as quickly as it all started it stopped. He stepped back and Master James moved to me, bringing one hand up to cup my right breast, and before it registered what he had in his hand, he had closed a clover clamp over my nipple. It bit in with more pleasure than pain. Next he clamped the right one. He reached behind him and pulled a strip of material out of his pocket. He tied it over my eyes and my world became black velvet darkness. 

"No, please..."

There was no reply. I felt unbalanced in the dark and I pressed back to the security of the wall. 

"Ahhhhhhhh."

Someone was hanging weights from the clamps and now they were biting in harder and tugging my breasts down. My frantic twitching only served to further stretch my poor nipples and increase my pain. Every nerve in my body seemed centered in my abused nipples. Master James was still there. I smelled him and felt the heat from his body. At last the numbness set in and there was some relief. It was short lived. He must have sensed my relief. He flicked the weights or tugged on the clamps and the agony started allover again. 

Then I felt the strikes, light taps at first, stinging taps on my nipples of each tortured, hot breast. Leather, it was leather again, strands of it, smacking, striking down over each breast. This was torture, agony; the leather came down harder faster, again and again. The weights were swinging and pulling the clamps which bit so hard it seemed they would cut through my nipples. I screamed and then begged and pleaded. 

"Unnnnghhh. No more pleaseeeeeeeee. I can't take anymore."

But it didn't stop, there was no easing up and I was bucking and thrashing. I strained futilely against the thick rings holding me to the wall. Then the voice, Master James' voice, filtered through the red haze of my agony.  

"Accept it, slut, go with the pain. Welcome the gift of your discipline."

It went on and on, till my breasts felt like they were being whipped and pulled off my chest.

Then something changed. After that it got misty. It was like I was in some other place. A place with cool breezes, a cool soothing ocean. I was flying, drifting, soaring, so warm and so free. Maybe I fainted, I couldn't be sure but the next thing I was really aware of was my mouth being opened and something that felt like a round plastic ball being pushed back onto my tongue. I felt it being fastened behind my head. 

"We are leaving you here, girl, to think about who you are." 

Footsteps disappearing, fleeting panic, brief struggle, then blessed total acceptance. Giving up, giving in, and welcoming the heat, the gift of the pain. It was like I was outside looking in on myself, seeing so clearly the woman I could become. My breasts were throbbing with every beat of my heart. My ass felt on fire, as if the plug had expanded inside me. My thighs burned even hotter as my slippery juices and sweat oozed over them, heating the welts up even more. So alive...I felt so incredibly alive. I knew with crystal clarity that these sensations were the lesson. A voice within chanted to me... accept it, welcome it, see who you are, acknowledge the beauty and the power of your submission. There is no greater purpose than serving, than giving pleasure, than offering up every wonderful, special part of your being, heart, body, mind and soul, as a gift to be cherished and used, no greater purpose than pleasing. 

Time passed but I was not aware of its passing. I felt hands removing the gag, then the weights and the clamps. Vivid flashes of white hot pain in my unseeing eyes as the blood filled my nipples again, shocking me from my trance. At last the blindfold came off, it was Master James and he cupped my chin in his hand, while my eyes struggled to focus. 

"You may look at me, girl.... Who are you? Answer me!" 

His eyes are deep green like my own and I looked into them, searching for myself in their reflection. Held by his dark, unwavering gaze, I answered him from my heart. 

"I am a submissive. I am a slut, to be used." 

My heart filled with the deepest joy when the trace of a smile passed over his face. I saw his approval in the way his eyes lightened and his gaze relaxed. 

Once again a cool glass of water was held to my lips and I drank and drank till the big glass was nearly empty. Master Robert and Master James released the wrist and ankle cuffs. They lifted me between them and carried me to a wide padded table and laid me on it. Master Robert eased a soft pillow under my head. I winced when he brushed over my nipples and gave my rings a gentle tug. The cuffs were still on me and once again my arms were secured to the sides of the table. Looking up there was a track in the ceiling with three pulleys spaced evenly over the table, and Master Michael stepped up to my feet and began lowering ropes. He held a thick metal bar with rings on each end to which he attached the ankle cuffs. This spread my legs wide apart again. He slipped the big hook at the end of the rope over the bar and began raising my legs up off the table. Higher and higher till my legs were straight up and my ass was lifted up off the table. 

"Time for you endure the fire and ice, girl." Master Michael said. 

My heart nearly stopped beating. I knew what that meant and I opened my mouth to beg but his look stopped me cold. My thoughts were racing and my heart was pounding out of my chest. I hate ice. I hate being cold. It was one of the limits I had set and they knew that. How could they do this? I thought that was the purpose of filling out the check list they had given me at the very beginning. I felt the anger welling up in me. I felt betrayed after thinking I could trust them not to force me beyond the limits we had set. It had been hard enough to go as far as I had. The longer I lay there, watching the three of them gather equipment, thick candles, lighters and a whole cooler filled with ice, the more angry I became. The words poured out of me, 

"You bastards! Let me up! Untie me right now. I want out of here! This isn't fair. You promised when we did the check list. I told you I wouldn't do this! LET ME GO!"

This was a deal breaker. It wasn't fair. All those floating feelings of sweet submission were gone in the flash of my anger. Struggling and yanking at the cuffs, I clamped my mouth shut when Master Robert pressed the ball gag to my mouth again. The bastard pinched my nose shut and no matter how I tossed my head side to side he didn't let go. The second my mouth opened to gasp for air, that awful gag went into my mouth, and I was furious because he was laughing. They were all laughing. 

"That shut the bitch up," He said to Master James. 

He leaned over me and put his face just inches from mine. 

"Girl, when we're finished your sweet ass is gonna feel the palm of my hand. Now you just think about that before you EVER call any of us a bastard again."

His hand closed over my breast and he squeezed hard. I wanted to scream. He meant it to hurt and it did. God, it did. Even with all the anger it was obvious that there was no use in struggling. All I was succeeding in doing was making it worse for myself. All the fight just went out of me and I sank back down on the table, resigned, knowing that if they wanted it, it would happen. I would be better off preparing myself than dwelling on the injustice of it.

I closed my eyes and tried to take my mind to a place of acceptance. My eyes flew open though when I felt the cock plug being pulled out of my ass. It came out with a wet, slurping sound against the suction of my clenching muscles. My groan was muffled behind the fat gag and my jaw ached from being held open. My tight hole didn't feel very tight anymore. It felt very open. Master Michael had his finger in my hole, slipping in and out easily now. I heard the clinking of ice and he began slipping ice into my gaping anus. One, then two, three, four, five, round balls of ice down into my raised ass. Oh sweet holy Christ. I was freezing inside and my gut was clutching and clenching. My suspended ass bucked in the air above the table. My frantic movements only caused the melting ice to slide deeper. He slipped two more in and the freezing cold was turning into fire as it froze me inside. Because of the angle of my body, with my legs lifted up, the cold water from the melting ice flowed down through my belly. It was an ice water enema, the cramping was starting. 

Master Michael was massaging my labia and my clit with chunks of the ice. Having packed my ass, Master Robert began rubbing a ball of it over my nipples. Master James had been lighting a tray of many colored candles. He picked up a red one. Master Michael spread more ice up thru my labia. He started pushing them deep into my cunt, one at a time, working them in deep with two fingers. I lost count of how many; all I know is that I felt full. I was completely stuffed with nuggets of freezing cold. The burning sensation started and grew until it was deep in my womb. 

"Aghhhh," 

I bucked up as the first drop of burning hot wax splashed on my nipple. It felt hotter than it was in contrast to the extreme cold within me. How I wished now that I had opted out when they had offered me the chance. One drop after the other dripped over my breasts. He kept changing candles, first one color and then another. Painting me with the molten wax. Holding them closer, then higher, warm and then hotter and then searing heat. Having iced down my cunt, Master Michael picked up a candle and let the wax drip on my clit. He covered my swollen pale labia, my belly, and my bare mound. He let it drip over my sore open hole until it was sealed off with a puddle of wax. Six hands, six big hands touched, squeezed and stroked my body. They pinched rock hard, sore nipples and teased my hard, swollen clit. Their fingers fucked in and out of my freezing cold cunt and ass. The cold water was so deep in me that I had become a frozen core wrapped in blazing skin. The tip of a vibrating dildo was held right on my clit for a moment and then it slid deep in my cunt. Back it came and again it attacked my clit. Hands were massaging my belly, smearing it with my juices, my slut cream and ice water. In and out, the fucking motion of the dildo vibrated the ice in my body. 

Against my will, the being within me had begun to respond to the powerful stimuli attacking my senses from every direction. My clit swelled and I found myself straining up to the fat dildo. There was no stopping it; I was hung on the edge momentarily and then toppled over into an orgasmic abyss. Cumming, cumming, freezing and burning, half of me a chilled puddle and the other half a pile of ashes. Master Michael held the tip of the dildo right there on my clit vibrating the whole time I was cumming and it became the sweetest most exquisite agony. Drained, I hung there with my collapsed weight on my shoulders. Before he lowered my legs, Master Michael worked the cock plug back into my ass again. I was just conscious enough to be grateful that with it in me, I would at least be spared the humiliation of an accident.

The gag was removed on the condition that I didn't speak the rest of the night unless spoken to. My body was lowered back to the table and the cuffs taken off. The icy water ran out of my cunt and pooled underneath me in a cold puddle. As the ice had melted, the numbness was leaving and to be replaced by a hot stinging as my body slowly warmed. 

Master Robert pulled up a chair close to the table and sat down on it. 

"Girl, I think we have a date. Get your ass down here and lay over my lap." 

I was exhausted from the long ordeal and from cumming so hard. The pain I had endured and emotional roller coaster I'd been forced to ride had left me so weak that it was all I could do to get up off the table.  

"On your knees, girl, and crawl to me like the slut that you are," Master Robert demanded.

When my feet hit the floor, I eased down to my knees with every muscle aching. I crawled to him, pressed my cheek to the floor and lifted my ass without being told. He let me stay there like that for a long minute and then said, 

"Over my lap." 

He guided me into position over his meaty thighs. The tips of my toes just touched the floor and my head hung down. His hands parted my thighs till my ass was exposed and wide open to him.

"Tell me why you are being punished again."

My voice was flat, there was no emotion left in me,

"Because my words were disrespectful. Because I disobeyed and because I was angry." 

"There will be no need to count. I don't want to hear one sound from your mouth until I tell you to speak." 

His big hand started coming down hard on my cheeks. Loud slaps and smacks that echoed all through the barn. Each one was leveled with force, one after the other. His hand arcing up and coming down hard. I was choking back my cries. I could feel every one of his handprints. He would come down over and over in one place before moving on to another, till my whole ass was covered. Every so often he came down hard right on the plug slamming it deeper in my ass and sending new tongues of fire through me. Finally it stopped. He was panting from the effort and I was sobbing openly. He pushed me off of his lap to the floor. I immediately kneeled with my ass up in the air again. His hand twisted down in my hair and he pulled my face up to his crotch.

"Now you better pleasure me, slut." 

His thighs were parted and he had already unzipped his jeans. He pulled his cock out. I have never had a black cock before. Not that it mattered. His was still soft but thick and his balls were large and covered with tight curly wiry hair. 

As he guided me closer I could smell his male scent, his sweaty tang. I opened my mouth wide and took his balls in my mouth. He groaned and thrust out at me and 

I let my tongue start working its magic. I licked underneath and all around. I sucked and tugged softly at them with the bridge of my nose pressing into his cock. Still sucking, I rolled them around in my mouth. I leaned back to pull them out from his body, then let my tongue stroke under them, licking up and down from his sac to his crack. 




Seeking a Hot Missile



I was so nervous as I prepared for my first polyamory meeting. My husband and I had been searching for someone to love for several years, when we heard about a group of people who shared our interest.

The date and times were set and my husband and I drove over to the restaurant where it was to be held. My heart hammered in my chest and my stomach clinched in knots. To say I was nervous would be an understatement.

Steve opened the door for me like he always does and we both walked into the restaurant. It had a family atmosphere and there were smiles everywhere. The food smelled delicious but my stomach protested at the thought of food.

Walking to the hostess we let them know that we were here for a meeting and were to meet Cindy. She told us to wait a minute while she went to get her and then walked away. 

Five minutes passed and the hostess returned to let us know that Cindy was on her way. I had never met her before and had only had the opportunity to speak with her online before this so I had no idea what she looked like.   My jaw dropped open as an angel in blonde hair gorgeous blue eyes walked up to us to introduce herself. My heart started beating double time when I found out my angel was the person we were there to meet. 

Her legs were trimmed and toned and her ass was heart shaped. I watched it wiggle all the way back to the table. Poking my husband in the ribs I winked at him and jerked my head towards Cindy, letting him know my approval.

Steve grinned wickedly, letting me know he approved as well. We walked the rest of the way and stood while Cindy introduced us to the other members of the group.

Jan and Rob were an older couple. Jan looked to be about 50 with slightly graying hair and glasses. She was pretty in a traditional sense with full pouting lips. Rob was slightly older and very muscular. His bald head shone under the lights.

Sitting next to Jan and Rob, were Trish and Paul. Like Jan and Rob, they were older. Unlike Jan and Rob, Trish and Paul could be supermodels. My legs started to weaken and my pussy started dripping at the look Trish gave me. She licked her lips and flashed me a look like I was next on the menu and she was ordering! This woman was a predator.

Across from Trish and Paul sat Stephanie, a single mom from Oceanside. She had lived with another poly couple who had ended up getting divorce so she was looking for another couple.

Being a new couple we felt like fresh meat. Our attention was diverted between the two couple when all I wanted to do was talk to my angel. She sat across from me at the table so I had all night to stare into her wonderful eyes. Her smile was so bright and cheerful I could feel my heart leaping in my chest.

The dinner went well and Steve and I left the restaurant with more information and numbers than we knew what to do with. 

On the drive home, Steve and I discussed the members and our thoughts on all of them. Steve agreed that Cindy was definitely on our to do list. It was decided that I would call her the next day to see if she was free for dinner or drinks.

Dialing the phone the next day, the butterflies returned. I was worried that Cindy wouldn't accept our offer or even worse, that she wouldn't be as attracted to me as I was to her.

"Hello?"

"Hi Cindy. It's Rhiannon. Steve and I had a great time last night and we were wondering if you had time to have dinner or drinks with us this evening?"

I crossed my fingers, hoping she would accept.   "That would be great! I have time for drinks AND dinner. How's that?"

"That's great!" I said, nervously. "Do you have any suggestions on someplace you would like to go?"

"I love sushi and I haven't had that in a while. Do you like it?"

I chuckled. "Yes, we love sushi too. How about we meet you at Hana's this evening? We'll have dinner and then we can go for drinks afterwards."

"Sounds like a plan. I'll see you tonight. And Rhi, thanks for calling me. I can't wait to see you again."

I stood there dumbly holding the phone after she hung it up. My pussy was leaking just from a few words from her. I was in big trouble!



Seeking a Wife



CHAPTER 1

Jason Bergman was one of those many guys who never went to college. At the age of thirty, he came home looking for a suitable female to be his wife, preferable someone he'd known in his younger day and could be sure about, not like those hot-ass babes in the city who had no understanding of country values.

Driving into the home stretch in his almost unpretentious silver Audi S5 fastback sedan, he thought of the summer of 1990 when he'd left the ranch.

A great expanse of ripening wheat had been dancing seductively under the persuasion of a fluky breeze and as he waited for the days to tick by to his leaving day, the 21-year-old walked with his mom, both eating apples.

They sat on a seat built by her father on the bank of a creek.

"You were conceived on this very seat on a day not unlike this."

"Oh yeah?" he said, without much interest.

"Yeah. I think it was the sun and the breeze that made me horny. Much like I feel now."

Pwat-pow-bam!

Jason was suddenly all ears. This was so unlike his straight up-and-down mom who sang in the church choir.

"Touch me here Jason," she said, pulling up her skirt.

It must have been the sun and breeze and eating the forbidden fruit that led Adam and Eve beyond temptation that lured Jason into touching his mom right there, she pulling her panties aside to provide direct access.

She was wet. Two fingers were practically sucked in.

"Oooh," she said. "That's ever so nice. Now push your penis in."

Almost mesmerized although aware of what he was doing, Jason licked his dry lips, became aware his cock was ready to perform as bidden and he, well he hovered between his mom's legs and pushed in his dick and she gurgled encouragingly.

Jesus.

He gave her four or five thrusts and pulled out and croaked, "You jerk me off and I'll finger you off."

"Yes and that's a great idea, less sinful than my over-sexed desire."

She said that but looked sad.

Taking the turn-off to the access road heading up the valley, Jason thought until that day he hadn't entertained the thought that his mom would think of herself as being over-sexed. But he'd conceded his mom could be a sly critter. He could recall guys calling and he and his younger brother and sister being told to go to the barn and check on the horses and not to hurry back.

Only later did he work out what that was about and think of his mom as being rather inventive at finding ways of earning money to buy new things for the house or for the family. Presumably she only did that in bad years of farming income but who knows?

He'd been home several times but never had his mom invited him to fuck her again. Both he and his brother when twenty and eighteen used to take turns at fucking their sister but that was only to help her out when she got horny. Macy was now married and Lenny and Jason where the only ones who knew what she was saying when at the after wedding feast she said in her speech she'd like to truly thank her two brothers, Jason and Lenny for helping to make her recent years so interesting by treating her like a tomboy and pushing her to do daring things.

"How the hell was it we didn't get her pregnant?" Jason marveled, as he turned left into the track up to the ranch house. They'd not take precautions against conception but perhaps unknown to them their sister had been on the pill. If his memory served him correctly, all this time later he'd still list his sister in his A-list of great fucks. 

He felt foolish when he'd thought about that; yeah great country values!

Jason, who'd become wealthy through selling industrial sites on behalf of developers, was hoping to find a wife as beautiful in every way as his mother. He wasn't hopeful of finding a bride from this district. Well not unless she was on the rebound because guys knew the best ones always first to enter into marriage.

He spotted a red F250 pickup streaking across a 60-acre pasture on his right, lights flashing, and grinned. He stopped up ahead and opened the gate and his father Luke came bounding out of the vehicle, looking as fit and rough as ever.

They slammed into a hug and Luke said, "Welcome home boy. Jesus I like the feel of muscle and your strength."

"Yeah I didn't want to mature being a weasel like you and Lenny here," Luke said exchanging some back-slapping with his lean and blue-eyed brother. Jason had his mom's dark hair and dark eyes from her part-Argentinean father.

"Great wheels," Lenny said, having looked over the vehicle and peered in at the dashboard. "V8 and 4.2 liter all alum block and head I seem to remember?"

"That's right. Take her up to the house but remember she's a highway car."

Lenny took off like a rocket and Jason grinned, watching Lenny expertly handle the raw-power with tires coping with the gravel surface.

"Does he still race?"

"Nah his girlfriend won't allow it. She's Carol Jobbins."

"With the big tits? She went through school with him."

"Yeah well the kid won a big reputation of being something of a ladies' man."

"What kind of man is that dad?"

"It's safe for me to say I have no idea. Take me home son."

Jennifer, Jason's mom, came rushing from the house already blubbing.

Jason hated emotional scenes but he supposed having his mom like that was okay.

She managed to pack 'Oh my darling boy' four times into a span of fifteen seconds.

Macy, carrying Charlotte, came up behind with a great looking babe and both were grinning, as were his father and brother.

Jason managed to untangle from his mother and kissed Macy and tapped baby Charlotte on the forehead.

"What are you doing? You'll scare her."

"I've seen the Pope do that on TV news."

"Omigod, you're blessing your niece."

"Am I?" Jason said, somewhat bewildered.

"Oh this is Paula, my dearest friend from college who's just resigned from nursing and is staying with us for a while."

"Hi Paula."

"Hi Jason."

"Well kiss her dummy, you like sexy women."

"I do?"

"God you kiss him Paula. Shyness is not one of his traits. He's bluffing in a failed attempt to impress mom."

Paula kissed him on the lips and Jason dipped his head to almost touch her skin below her ear and said, "Kelvin Kline."

"Pardon me?"

"Your perfume, you are wearing Eternity."

The women looked impressed.

"Yes," Paula smiled. "But it's actually Calvin Kline just as your vehicle that we came running out to greet earlier is an Audi and not an Audit."

"Um I stand corrected. You are very clever and you let me down gently."

She giggled and Jason noticed Macy was watching them intently. God his sister was attempting to match them up.

He grabbed Paula around the waist and said, "Do you like sex?"

"Yes I do. Come to my room now unless you think I'm more than you can handle or you think going away abruptly would be rude to your family."

Jason dropped his arm as if her waist had become super-heated and stood half a pace away and noted Macy's look of horror.

"I-I was only fooling around, thinking Macy is attempting to set us up."

"Well what if she were, not that she'd said anything to me about that? Anyway why embarrass her?"

"It's because I'm either immature still or a big tease or perhaps a bit of both."

Jason looked at his sister and apologized.

Paula said, "Well I think you grew up teasing your sister and that you should stop it. And thank you for being man enough to apologize to her."

"Thanks. God you have a sharp tongue."

"Oh my dears, enough of this banter," said his mother. "All of that should have been taped for TV. Come on, inside everyone. It's time for a drink."

Jason put out his hands to take Charlotte and his sister looked at him doubtfully.

Paula said authoritatively, "Give Charlotte to him Macy. He'll be used to carrying babes carefully into his bedroom."

"Oh god," Macy said, handing over the three-month old Charlotte who simply looked at Jason and gurgled.

The females noticed that.

"God did you see that?" Macy whispered to her friend. "Charlotte is never handled over that peacefully to any other guy including her father."

"Well Macy, we both know the art of seduction just oozes from some guys without them even having to try to apply influence."

"Yep, I think I remember. What do you think of him? I told you he was a honey."

"Yeah right but keep quiet about that otherwise he'll know I can lie. I claimed you'd never spoken to me about him like that."

"Oh yeah. Well is he fuckable?"

"Macy I can't wait for him to remove my panties."

They giggled.

"Oh god, he's disappeared with Charlotte," Macy said in panic, running into the house, Paula following. 

They found Jason at the fridge, with the door open, asking Charlotte if she wanted a beer.

"Oh god," Macy groaned but Paula took over.

"Jason, use your brain. A baby this small is on a 100% mother's milk or formula diet and Charlotte is blessed with being on mother's milk. If you wish to feed her place her against Macy's nipple."

"Is she ready to be fed?"

The women said no simultaneously.

"Oh what a disappointment. I've never seen Macy's tits full of milk."

"Well actually they are not full of milk," Paula began. When you would have sucked Macy's nipples, she would not have been lactating."

"Oh god, will you two shut up," Macy said, looking around wildly to see if anyone was coming.

"Jason never has sucked my breasts," she lied.

"Oh my apologies guys," Paula said. "I just assumed you guys raised out in the country with nothing much to occupy yourselves..."

"Paula, please," Macy groaned.

"Paula if I sucked your nipples, you being an adult woman, would I taste milk?"

"You are welcome to try."

"Omigod you two, go down to the barn and get yourselves off."

Jason winked at Paula and she winked back at him. He handed Charlotte back to her mom and said he'd get the guys a beer. They would be off cleaning up.

"What does mom drink?"

"A white wine, the same for Paula and nothing for Macy," said Jennifer from the doorway. "I've been standing at the doorway listening. You young people do have such interesting conversation."

Macy groaned and Paula said brightly, "Well if there's anything you'd like to know from us Mrs Bergman, just ask. Unlike our parents, people of our generation tend to let it all hang out."

"Mom I can explain..."

"It's fine Jason. Just don't touch you sister but touch Paula as much as she will permit. As they say these days, you two make a hot couple."

"I need to sit," Macy sighed.

Paula pulled out a chair for her grinning and said, "You have a lovely modern attitude Mrs Bergman."

"Thank you dear. Don't stand there gawking Jason. Our drinks please."

After dinner Jason was in his bedroom at his laptop looking at his short list of names of possible candidates for marriage.

Paula breezed in and said, "Hey I caught you looking at porn?"

"No just some notes," he said vaguely.

"Your mom has just told me it's okay if I wish to sleep with you."

"Well okay and what are your thoughts about that?"

"Omigod, you are supposed to act like you're over the moon and..."

"Well I'm not. I'm unsure of your credibility because I don't know you."

"My credibility?"

"Yes. Do you know what that means?"

"You slug. Macy told me to go carefully with you because you hadn't had a college education and ..."

"That's beside the point. All I wish to know if I'm to engage with you, do you have credibility?"

"And what about me; am I supposed to have no requirements of you?"

"Well yes unless you're a slut."

"Omigod, you conceited asshole. Get out of my life."

"As you wish."

"That's exactly what I wish. Don't you dare come within two feet of me while we are together on this ranch."

"No problem."

The next two days it rained heavily and then cleared.

The family noticed the changed between Jason and Paula.

Paula explained the reason, that Jason had insulted Paula in questioning her sincerity but she wanted nothing to be done about that.

Nev arrived from his trip away and Macy briefed him about the problem between Paula and Jason and asked him to speak to Jason and try to sort him out, she assuming Jason was the one at fault.

Nev (Neville), a chartered accountant, reported back.

"Paula wanted to sleep with him and all Jason claims he said was he was in favor once he had a handle on Paula's credibility, meaning he first had to know could he trust her."

"What a damn cheek. My brother used to fuck anything that moved."

"Well darling, perhaps his experience in the business world has taught him to be more circumspect?"

"How dare you. This is my best friend you're talking about."

"Hey whoa, I was only giving an opinion. It's imprudent to shoot the messenger and if you must know Jason definitely did not block Paula from delivering her terms, at least that's what he said."

"God what a mess. All Paula was doing was attempting to have sex."

"Well Jason told me he was here looking for a wife and had Paula thrust at him."

"Omigod, a wife. Paula wouldn't know that because I didn't know that. What a fucking mess. I know, I'll take her out riding tomorrow and try to sort it out with her."

* * *

Friends of the family dropped in next day and stayed for lunch. It was after 5:00 before they left and then Macy and Paula rode out, Macy saying they'd ride to the river and then return.

Macy returned riding hard and was obviously greatly distressed and followed by a riderless horse.

Her father had seen her coming and took the sobbing Macy into his arms.

"The river's in flood and Paula said she wanted to cross it, that it was not all that bad. I said no but she said yes. It wasn't too bad but then a log hit her horse and unseated Paula and she yelled help and was swept away. Oh god dad, it was terrible."

Luke took her inside and quickly told the others what had happened.

"I'll try to get a search and rescue team out here and hopefully a chopper equipped for night searching."

"Do that dad," Jason said. "Macy you were at college with Paula, can she swim?"

"Yes she swam competitively."

"Right I'm taking an ATV and ropes," Jason said. "She can swim so if she keeps afloat she might make Fraser Island in mid-river from where she went in."

"But that's crazy," Luke said. "That's at least two miles downriver."

"Then you tell me where's her best chance?"

"Any promontory, I guess."

"Well my guess is Fraser Island."

Luke sighed and looking worried said, "Then off you go but take a radio."

"Good thinking dad. Bye guys. If I see her I'll bring her back, dead or alive."

His mom burst into tears and began to shake. Macy ran forward and hugged Jason and said to take Lenny.

"No when the search teams come dad can take a team down this side and Lenny can take a team crossing over at Mason's Bridge and then scan that side of the river."

Jason reached Fraser Island just on nightfall. He yelled and saw the disheveled Paula emerge from under trees.

She waved and he yelled he was coming to get her.

"Don't," she yelled. "The risk is too great."

He ignored that and radioed and his father took the call. He listened carefully and said no suitably equipped chopper was available because they were out air-lifting entire families marooned by floodwaters.

"I can get her dad."

"Don't be foolish son. The guys assembling now have rocket line launchers to take the risk out of things."

Jason cut contact.

He knotted three ropes together and tied one end to the thick trunk of a tree on an upstream promontory and entered the water, swam out and let the current take him towards the island, on the weaker side of the divided current.

Damn, he stopped twenty-five yards short.

Paula called bleakly, "I told you not to try; it's no use."

"It's still raining in the hills. A big fresh could come down and run straight over your island."

"Then come closer."

"I can't because this is the extent of the rope. Wade towards me as far as you can and then swim as powerfully as you can."

"No."

"Come on Paula, trust me. You can do it."

She whimpered, "Is that the truth?"

"Yes, trust me."

She waded and began swimming and was almost within finger grip when she began losing ground with her swimming.

Jason had taken off his belt just in case of a situation like his. He threw the buckle end and it had Paula's shoulder and she grabbed it.

It was touch and go. But slowly Jason hauled her in, desperately afraid his grip on the wet leather would slip but finally their hands touched and he gripped her wrist powerfully.

"Do you trust me," he said.

"Absolutely," she gasped.

"Then I'll save you," he panted and pulled her until she was clinging to him, arms clenched around his back.

"Nice tits," he said, feeling them against her chest and saw her looking at him disbelievingly that he could think of such a thing in a moment like that.

Jason lifted his feet off the rocky bottom on the river and the current swept them much closer to the shore and as he waded in he stopped and kissed Paula on the mouth.

"I'm exhausted. Don't attempt to fuck me until I check out your suitability as a sexual partner," she murmured, looking exhausted.

He unstrapped the blanket from the back tray of the SUV, wrapped her in it and laid her on the ground.

She was already asleep.

Minutes later he heard the grinding transmission of the farm truck in low gear as it bashed through scrub over stony and muddy terrain, heading towards them.

His father and Lenny called him a hero and his mom just kissed him affectionately.

Paula awoke and cried and said she just wanted to go home.

Jason rode slowly behind the truck as the party headed back to the ranch house thinking he didn't wish to be hailed as a hero because anyone could have done what he'd done. He then realized that was unlikely to happen because the media would have dozens of rescued families to interview and therefore would ignore solo rescues.

He felt relieved about that.

Jason went over a hill as the heavier truck went around it and as he waited in the dark he accepted he had a problem with Paula. They really were not compatible in the way it would be necessary if they were to live together unless one or both of them could adjust to smooth out of rough edges. The truth was he had become firm in his belief he wanted a woman like his mom and sister who were soft at the core. Paula was too much like him, hard as nails.

Oh shit, he sighed. Now everyone would really work to push them together. He felt trapped but resisted the temptation to run. Well perhaps if she was great at fucking they could make the relationship stick. He sighed again, accepting that was immature thinking and really quite a minor consideration for a couple intending to be closely cohabitate.

Paula reached the ranch house and immediately went into the warm bath that Macy had prepared for her.

She came out later to the kitchen with rosy cheeks and said she was fine but didn't want the dinner that had been saved for her. She sat at the table beside Jason and drank hot chocolate and then, placing a hand on Jason's arm, she kissed him and then made a short speech about how grateful she was about Jason being so gallant and clear-headed in coming to her rescue.

Jason replied with a few words, basically saying oh shucks it was nothing.

His family said nothing about that but they all knew what that river was like when in flood.

Jason and Lenny went off to watch TV, leaving the others talking.

Paula slept alone that night and that made Jason think. When he came out to breakfast next morning he found Paula packed and almost ready to leave.

She came up to him and said, "I want to go home to assess what I wish to do with my life."

"Okay well that's a great idea," Jason said, realizing he didn't have to dump Paula because in her mind. She'd decided she didn't want him. He thought he was receiving a gentle and very sophisticated brush-off.




Seeking a Wife



He didn't join his mother and Macy to take Paula to the bus station. He just stood with his dad and brother and Nev who was in charge of Charlotte and waved goodbye after Paula had kissed them all.

"Jason I can't believe you are letting her go," Nev said. "Gee if it were me I'd be fucking her day and night."

"And here's you a married man," said Nev's father.

They all laughed, watching the disappearing SUV.

"I didn't think you two made a good couple," Lenny said. "You both are too much alike."

"Yeah, yeah," said his older brother.

"You should have a crack at Chrystal Jones; she can't find a guy who meets her requirements, the snooty-nosed bitch."

"I've never heard of her."

"She was the genius in the class behind me and was promoted to our class after you'd graduated high school."

"There are no Jones's who own a ranch around here."

"She's one of Sheriff Jones's daughters, the eldest one. Sheriff Jones was promoted and the family moved on but Chrystal stayed on because she teaches at the Eastern Elementary School."

"Oh thanks Lenny for attempting to reward me with your matching up brilliance."

"Well Carol is coming to lunch today because it's Sunday. I'll ask her because she and Chrystal knock around a bit together."

"Who's Carol?"

"Carol Jobbins, my girlfriend."

"Oh yeah and what does she see in you?"

"My big dick."

The guys laughed.

Jason didn't laugh when Carol arrived and Lenny introduced them.

"Jesus Lenny is doing all right for himself," he said, without thinking.

Lenny turned red in embarrassment and Carol kissed him and cooed and said, "Lenny told me I probably wouldn't like you because you're too hard-assed but already I like you telling me that. God you are all muscle. Show me your six-pack."

"I can't, it's practically attached to my dick."

Carol burst into laughter and Lenny scowled and said she didn't laugh like that at his jokes.

"Oh was Jason joking?"

She and Jason deepened Lenny's scowl by laughing at Carol's joke of the day.

"God Jason, if you are not running with anyone while you're here I should introduce you to one of my girlfriends."

Jason and Lenny exchanged glances.

Lenny demanded, "Who?"

"Chrystal Jones."

Lenny and Jason went to town for dinner next Friday night and found Carol and Chrystal already seated at the bar of the restaurant. Two hovering guys took one look at Jason and drifted away.

"I'll introduce you two Carol said kissing Jason and he fought to avoid staring at her tits. The kiss was lush but she avoided pressed in to him, to Jason's relief.

"This is one of my best friends, Chrystal Jones."

Jason kissed the cheek of the cold face beauty who was skinny and although seated looked short and her manner was nothing like his mother's, although he didn't know why he was thinking that.

"Darling Chrystal is unattached at the moment," Carol said, linking her arm through Jason's. He was not wearing a jacket and could feel her warmth through his shirt. He muttered something like, "Oh that's a shame" and ordered two beers. Chrystal looked at him coldly and didn't really warm up all evening.

Bye, bye Chrystal.

Jason stayed at the ranch for another couple of weeks and visited old friends, working through his list of matrimonial prospects and soon had all the names crossed off. His mom took him out twice to lunch at homes with a marriage-age daughter but nothing clicked.

And that was it. Nothing clicked. Jason was aware he wished he could have married his sister. They got along just so well for at least ninety percent of the time and almost seemed to be able to tele-communicate and that was amazing. And Charlotte appeared to adore him and that made him adore her.

One afternoon Jason and Macy were having lunch in the shade in the orchard, the others having gone to town for lunch and to buy things and Nev was at work. Charlotte was asleep behind them under a lace cover to keep insects at bay. Macy said, "You look down in the dumps. Would you like sex?"

He looked at her intently and licked his lips.

She giggled.

Then he said sadly, "We better not."

She nodded and sighed.

"I really thought you would at least bang Paula."

"Well I didn't."

"Thanks I didn't know that but I did feel something was not quite right between you two. I don't know what it was."

"In the end I thought it would have been the wrong move."

"Possibly and with Paula being bright she might have sensed that before you did."

"Possibly."

"I feel I'm exactly right for you to fuck and have the compatibility to provide a relationship that goes far beyond sex."

"Yeah, yeah."

"Don't mock it Jason. My regret is I don't and can't feel that way about Nev."

"Jesus, that's a real bitch."

"I know. But he's showing signs of being a great father. You're doing the right thing Jason by attempting to find a woman who's really right for you. My advice is to also ensure you are exactly right for her."

"I know."

"Great."

Jason said, "Um don't read too much into this but I've thought of something. I often see Nev watching you and me when we are together. I now think he knows there's great chemistry between you and me, much better than the linkage between Lenny and you, and he's attempting to learn from it."

"Omigod and that's pretty deep thinking for you. You must be serious about this."

"Yeah well it's only conjecture and he probably can't gain the magic that exists between us. I think mum and I have it as well and you and mom definitely have it. But Nev can at least work on his depth of affection for you and can expect that to be reciprocated."

"Why don't you take Nev out hunting? He told you he doesn't like the idea of shooting anything but take him and he'll learn just how much the stalking is in favor of the deer to elude a hunter unless the hunter gets really lucky."

"Okay I'll do that and if we go out we could camp overnight. That would see us relaxed and I could try to get him to talk about you and see where that takes us."

"Oh great. Please do that. Oooh I wish you and I could have sex."

"We can darling Macy but we won't. One of us has to be responsible."

They laughed and held hands.

Sally Richards called Jason next day saying she'd heard he was home.

"Sally who?"

She laughed and said she was Sally Copeland in the days when he used to screw her.

"Come over for lunch. My husband is away with our two kids visiting his parents."

"I'd like that."

Sally looked basically unchanged, despite having had two children. They kissed and she pressed into him and that didn't go unnoticed.

"I wanted you to propose to me but you bastard, you left for the city."

"Sorry, those things happen."

"Yeah well you might not have been sensitive enough for me. You only liked me because I was a good screw."

"And I liked talking to you. You were the most interesting female to talk to in our group."

"Oh really?"

Jason sensed Sally was in the bag and that proved correct.

As they were clearing away she bumped into him heavily.

He said sorry and saw her rubbing her hip and he rubbed it and she looked at him with deep, brooding eyes, the same look he recalled when she was ready for sex.

He kept rubbing her hip but stuck a hand down the front of her dress and hear her pull down the zip, that telling him he was as good as in. Well he was cunt-happy because he hadn't been with a woman for three weeks and his sister continued to tease him sexually, the hot little bitch.

"Grab my cock," he wheezed.

Sally didn't have to be told twice. She grabbed it and squeezed and when he groaned she groaned and they crashed against the table kissing hotly.

There was no time to lose. Jason spun her around and she bent over the table and she reached to undo her bra. He pulled her panties down below her knees, unzipped and pushed in his dripping cock and stopped.

"Proceed," she screamed. "It's okay without a rubber. I'm protected."

"Oooh you're so big," she groaned.

And she was too.

He banged into her and she banged back, almost in frenzy and they climaxed within thirty seconds of each other.

"Oooh I needed that and planned this," she confessed. "I told the others as we were about to leave I was feeling poorly and they urged me to stay home and rest. Some rest. Grab that towel for me and carry me to bed."

CHAPTER 2

Returning to the city and resuming work, Jason had the odd experience of feeling disoriented as if he felt the city didn't feel anymore his home than the ranch was and knew he'd become disconnected.

He wasn't concerned, knowing it was purely an emotional experience because the reality was nothing had changed. What had happened was he'd gone home hoping to find a woman to become his wife and had returned empty handed.

Jason knew he had to do something about it because he would be unsuited as a lifelong bachelor. So he worked longer hours and at least twice weekly fucked one of the two flight attendants he'd had on hand for at least two years. Neither of them was ready to settle down and anyway he didn't know if either of them really liked him. The women were rarely at the apartment together and both had suggested a threesome when they were but he continued to say no. He believed that would be too much like hard work.

Three weeks after Jason returned, Lenny called and sounded rather hostile and that was usual for him, as it was for him to call.

After the exchange of greetings he said, "Carol is moping for you."

"What?"

"Don't you know what moping means?"

"How could she miss me when we were rarely together and I assure you never alone?"

"I know and can't explain it any better that she can. I want you to come and sort it out."

"No way Lenny, I'm not coming between you and your babe."

"I'm thinking of dumping her but if you come home and talk to her, that might sort her out if you reject her."

"Lenny I'm not coming home. Just tell her I have no feeling for her."

"No."

"Well then I suggest this. Don't tell her you called me and get Macy to have lunch with her and tell Carol what a selfish and unreliable jerk I am."

"You have to be joking. Macy couldn't tell her that and be convincing. Our fucking sister is in love with you and has been so for years and years."

"Lenny are you on something? None of this is making sense to me."

Lenny snorted, "There is none so blind as he who'll not see. I think I've got that quote right."

"Okay that tells me what you're getting at and I'm sorry but none of it makes sense to me. Look buddy, come and stay with me this weekend and we'll chew the fat over it. I don't want you breaking up with Carol... you two look so great together."

"What would coming to talk to you achieve?"

"I don't know but it sounds a better strategy than me attempting to talk to Carol. You know what women are like when they get emotional."

"Well what has happened to Carol then? I honestly thought you must have got to her."

"I swear I have done nothing but kiss her whenever we met or were about to depart and I reckon every time you were there and other people certainly were always there. I have never been alone with Carol."

"Then all this must sound crazy to you."

"Yep and that's exactly right. Have you spoken to mom about it?"

"I've thought about it. Perhaps I will."

"I suggest you do Lenny and tell mom I've never placed a finger on her or uttered any encouragement and for Christ sake don't tell her you suspect Macy is in love with me and don't ever mention that to Macy. In fact, never mentioned it to anyone."

"Okay, okay. Calm down. Oh by the way mom knows you had sex with Macy after Macy left high school."

"What?"

"One day she asked me had I ever had sex with Macy and of course I lied and said no. She then told me that you'd seduced your sister because once she saw you two at it."

"Oh jeeze what a fucking mess."

"Yeah and it obviously hasn't stopped for you Jason. You ought to marry and settle down."

"Thanks for such useful advice," Jason sighed.

For a while Jason thought it had been sorted, because Lenny didn't call about it and neither did his mother or Carol contact him. With his confidence returning he sometimes thought of Carol's tits when jerking off.

Three months after Lenny's astonishing telephone calls about Carol moping, Jason received an invitation to the engagement party of Leonard Joseph Bergman, younger son of Luke and Jennifer Bergman, and Lucy Diane Black, daughter of Gerald and Molly Black. 

Jason grinned, remembering the foul-mouthed blonde from Lenny's old gang who had bigger tits than Carol. Obviously Lenny was a titman. He brought an engagement present and was about to write saying with regret he would be unable to attend. But his mom called and that was that. He would be attending even if she had to come and drag him home by the balls.

Yes, by the balls was exactly what she'd said.

Within half an hour of that call, Carol called him.

"Oh hi Jason, howyerdoing?"

"Fine thanks. And you?"

"Fine thanks. You mom just called me to say you are coming home for the engagement party. Will you partner me? Lenny wants me there and Lucy certainly does because we are best of friends and my parents are close friends of both families."

"Uh yes, if that's what you want."

"Jason I would feel more confident about this if you were a little more enthusiastic. You mom pushed me into asking you."

"Can we fuck?"

"Jason I can't believe you just said that. I assume it's a dodge to make me cut this call."

"Um sorry, I become immature at times when I panic."

"What is there to panic about?"

"My mom's intervention."

"Jason for goodness sake, she's only a mom acting like a mom. She was there at the conference when Lenny and I broke up over you."

"Over me? But I had nothing to do with it?"

"Oh yeah? Well take me to the party; that's all I ask. Oh and while you're home you may have sex with me non-stop if that's what you want. Call me when you arrive and bring a stack of condoms and when you leave again I won't care a damn," she said, bursting into tears.

The call was cut before Jason could get his mouth working.                                     

* * * 

Jason set out for the ranch wondering how the hell could a bachelor get involved in relationship entanglements like he'd experienced. He'd entertained the thought of emigrating perhaps to Argentina if they'd have him where he had distant relatives but no, he couldn't run out on Lenny after apparently having stuffed up Lenny's earlier romance by being a guiltless party.

Yes and that was how confusing some of this stuff was.

Christ if women didn't have problems they sure knew how to manufacture them. His mother knew he'd fucked his sister and his sister, a married mother with a kid, was allegedly in love with him and now this Carol was gunning for him, using tears as a weapon. He was under siege!

Well the way to cope was to use business management techniques: deny there were any problems, admit nothing and keep out of line of fire.

He gunned the motor, heard a siren, slowed and unbelievably the cops roared on by.

Christ he should have stayed in his small apartment with the door bolted and his phone off.

Quite unexpectedly, this home-coming went like a dream.

His mom ran out to greet him. Jennifer was all over him and after saying welcome home my son went on about how she often touched herself when thinking about him.

What? Touched herself where?

"Oh as an ice-breaker I've invited Carol to dinner. You are so kind to me agreeing to partner her to the party. I realize it must have embarrassed you with her becoming silly-headed over you.

Right, then why increased the exposure by inviting the silly-headed woman to dinner? There were some things Jason could not understand.

"Come in darling, Macy is feeding dear wee Charlotte."

"I'm right behind you mom."

"Macy cover yourself up, here's your brother."

Macy smiled at him and said hi, covering the exposed tit.

Charlotte looked stonily at Jason, not recognizing him. He sighed and thought a typical female.

He made the mistake of kissing Macy on the lips and she tongued him.

Christ their mother was hovering. He drew back and resisted wiping his lips and the nature of their kiss appeared to have gone unnoticed.                                                                                                                                                                                                             

Luke his dad arrived home first and greeted Jason warmly and didn't punch him and say, 'That's for having sex with your mother' and kneeing him and shouting 'And that's for having sex numerous times with your sister and she's still hanging out for it'.

Nev arrived home from his job in town and didn't grab a gun and shoot Jason in the dick for having taken Macy's virginity when she was nineteen. No he just hugged him and said. "Great to see you again pal."                                                                                        

Jason saw Lenny approaching the house from the barn and went out to meet him, to be abused in private. But there was mild back-slapping and Lenny said, "Oh no hard feelings over my break-up with Carol. If you want to screw her, screw her. I'm so satisfied with Lucy because she just chats rather than try to drop me into intellectual discussion and after being fucked only wants to roll over and sleep rather than to talk half the night away on a high."

Eh?

"Then you don't want to fight?"

"Fight over what? Pal you did me a favor by attracting Carol's interest."

Jason went for a walk wondering if he were in a dream but then one of the dogs came up to him and tried unsuccessful to pee on his leg. The yelp of the kicked dog sounded too real to be in a dream.

He returned to find the two women had arrived. Lenny had told him they were both his age, twenty-eight.

"Hi Jason," Carol said, standing uncertainly.

Gee she must have bought a new bra.

"Don't I rate a kiss?"

He stepped up and she kissed him shyly.

Jason was aware his mom and sister were grinning like jackals.

"And this is the lady of the moment, Lucy. I don't believe you two have met?"

"No and hi Lucy and congratulations on the engagement. I know my brother so know you'll kiss good, er kiss well."

She practically danced into his arms and kissed him and said embarrassingly, "Omigod, aren't you gorgeous."

Jason pulled away as if shot and looked at Lenny who was grinning.

Then Luke said, "Help me with the drinks Nev while Jason is busy seducing all the women."

Hugely embarrassed Jason positioned beside his mom and then she whispered faintly, "Am I to be first?"

Jason shot across to the door and called, "I'll go to town and grab a couple of bottles of champagne."

"We already have it," called his father. "Sit and relax son. It's not like you to appear so jittery."

After dinner Jason and Carol were clearing away and in the kitchen she asked, "Am I to get a decent kiss?"

"Yeah," he smiled, relaxed by alcohol. "What part of you do I kiss?"

"Pussy if you wish but lips will be okay for starters."

"Um I didn't bring condoms."

"Ah out of respect of me, not wishing to be in like a hungry dog?"

"Something like that."

"Well lovely man, I respect you for thinking of me kindly like that but not to worry. You mom has invited me to stay the night and I'm bed-sharing with you and she said condoms are in the top drawer of the dresser."

"There's a lot about you I really like Carol," Jason said, giving her a wolfish smile as he took her into his arms."

"Oooh."

THE END



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Cathy drove all the way home with her jaws clenched. Her headache was throbbing by the time she reached the driveway. Her day began with confidence, and now she was trembling with anger from almost a whole week of battling what she was learning was a good old boy network. 

The back door slammed behind Cathy and she stomped her foot. She forgot to stop by the store for her husband's favorite cheesecake to go with dinner. She raised the lid of the slow cooker, unable to resist checking on the small roast and vegetables she had filled it with before she left the house early that morning. It was more difficult to manage a good dinner while spending a full day at a job. It hadn't seemed as hard to do as a student in graduate school.

On her way through the house, Cathy flung her new leather briefcase at the couch. It bounced onto the floor, where she left it. She allowed herself a moment of rare anger. She had worked too many years and taken the extra steps of additional schooling to reach for a goal she knew she could achieve. Her confidence was not wavering, but it was being tested. 

She unbuttoned the silk blouse beneath the tailored jacket and pulled her shirt-tail out of the waist of her skirt as she walked down the hall. Despite her anger, she took care of her clothing. She believed in dressing for success. She also believed that looking a little better and more professional than her competitors had helped secure her recent job offer. In the bedroom, she was hanging her clothing on her free-standing valet and noticed her husband's clothing was hanging from his own clothing organizer. She wondered where he was; his car wasn't in the garage. 

She felt better when she pulled the knit jersey housedress over her naked body. She didn't even bother with shoes. The simple act of changing clothes allowed some of her ire to settle, but she wasn't going to be truly calm until she could tell her husband about her miserable day. The future of her entire career depended on how well she did in her first job.

She expected him to listen. He might give her more of his boys will be boys excuses, but today's events had gone beyond that level. He knew about internal corporate jockeying for superior positions and she needed some good advice this time. 

"James." Cathy called her husband's name as she walked back down the hall. She stopped for a moment at the study door but he was not at his desk. 

"James," she called a second time while she walked through the den but got no answer. Even after examining the back yard through the French doors, she didn't see him. She shrugged her shoulders and walked to the kitchen.

Cathy was still agitated as she prepared the salad and removed the roast from the slow cooker. She was muttering and grumbling. "Audacity! Impertinence! Brazen!" squeezed out between her tight lips. 

She tried to organize her thoughts because she really needed to tell James every detail so he would understand she had done nothing wrong. He had more experience in working for a large company and could offer her some advice.

Startled by the front door opening and closing, Cathy walked to the kitchen door, "James?"

"Yes, just a second. I'll be right there."

A moment later James walked into the kitchen, put one arm around his wife, and kissed her on the cheek. He slid his hand down her back and squeezed her cute ass, "Hey, baby." 

In a quick motion, he turned her, put his other hand on her bottom, and held her as he rubbed his burgeoning erection against her, enjoying the stimulation as he growled against the side of her neck. He was startled when she jerked back from his touch.

"Don't, James."

"What's that? You don't want me to touch you?"

"No, no, I'm sorry. I mean, yes I want you to touch me. I just ... I don't want ... oh shit."

Cathy burst into tears and walked swiftly out of the kitchen, all the way down the hall and into the bedroom where she fell on the bed, tears rolling down her cheeks. The anger and nervousness of the last few hours had her nerves so agitated she couldn't even allow her husband's caress and playfulness.

"Cathy?" James stood at the door of their bedroom and spoke his wife's name, concerned about her being so upset. Could she have been looking out the window when he left the neighbor's house? He truly loved his wife, but he enjoyed looking at the cute wife of his neighbor, particularly when she walked him out the door, giving him a good look at anything he wanted to see. Her habit of wearing a bikini top with short shorts had most of the men in the neighborhood talking about her.

Cathy raised her shoulders and rolled over, sliding her legs off the side of the bed so she was sitting up. "I'm sorry. I've just had a tough day."

She took a tissue from the box on her nightstand and stood up. After blowing her nose and tossing the tissue in the trash, Cathy stepped past her husband and started down the hall. "Let's eat our dinner. I need to talk to you." 

Shaking his head at his wife's mercurial actions, James followed Cathy to the kitchen. "You need to talk to me?"

Cathy took in a deep breath of air and forced it out in a deep sigh. "James, may we just have our dinner, first. I'd like to calm down a little before I tell you why I was so upset. I'm a little nervous, I'm ... I just ... I need a little more time to collect my thoughts. Okay, Honey?"

"Sure, Cathy. Do you need some help with dinner?"

"Oh, ah ... well ... slice the roast for us and fix your plate. I'll get the salad dressing."

"Would you like a glass of wine with dinner?" James asked as he opened the glass doors on his latest project. He had converted one of Cathy's eyelevel cabinets from shelves for dishes to one where he could display his favorite wine selection. 

"I don't think so. I'd rather have a clear head," Cathy responded as she put her plate on the table and spoke quietly. "Where were you when I got home?"

"Oh, I went across the street to give Rick our copy of the most recent homeowner's newsletter." James laughed and added, "His dog chewed up their copy. He wanted the email addresses of the new officers."

Cathy laughed along with James as they discussed their neighbor's on-going problems with their new puppy. The dog was chewing everything he could get into his mouth, including the heel of Rick's new slippers. 

As they finished their dinner, they talked about the newest young family they had seen moving into a house farther down the street. There were still a few houses in the neighborhood for sale but they seemed to be selling about as quickly as they were built. 

"Oh, I almost forgot to ask. Where's your car?"

The sudden change of subject surprised James and then he laughed. "Wow, I almost forgot. I stopped for gas. The attendant said my tire was low. I left the car there to have it repaired. You need to drive me to the station to pick it up."

"I won't need to get out of the car, will I?" Cathy didn't exactly blush, but her natural modesty caused her to consider that she might need to put on a little more clothing than the loose fitting, form revealing dress.

"No, just get your shoes and your wallet."

As Cathy was backing the car out of the driveway, James reached across and rested his hand on her upper thigh. He pushed her dress down between her legs and slid his fingers up and down her inner thigh. "I've never had such a beautiful chauffeur."

Cathy tried to close her legs. Thinking she was trying to press his palm tighter, James moved his hand higher up her leg and pressed the dress against her, moving his hand up and down, letting the fabric of her dress brush across her sex.

Cathy wanted to separate her legs to give James better access, but the memory of what had happened earlier in the day was still bothering her. Instead, she took her hand off the steering wheel and pulled his hand away, "Don't, James. I'm driving."

Cathy drove into the service area of their favorite gas station and waited until James returned to her window to let her know his car was ready. He said he'd pay for the tire repair and meet her back at the house. 

While he waited for the service ticket to be completed, and even while he was waiting for the cashier to run his credit card, James thought about the way his wife had responded to him since he walked into their home.

The way she had asked where he was when she got home was so quietly spoken. He wondered why she had asked in that tone of voice. Did Cathy think he was doing something he shouldn't and wanted to avoid sounding confrontational? Did she think he was interested in Rick's wife? The woman was just a little too flirtatious. Did Cathy think her husband was too attracted to such a blatant display of flesh?

Was she so suspicious she rejected him when he simply touched her bottom? Even when he was being playful, rubbing against her, letting her know how she affected him, why would she back away from him? 

James felt a chill down his spine at the sudden thought that Cathy was now in the workforce and associating with other high-powered executives. He was sure of her love but was it possible she was looking at other attractive men? 

They were not an old married couple, no longer interested in an active sex life. They were both in their late twenties and had only been married four years. Was Cathy tired of their marriage? Was he no longer giving her the attention he had the first year of their marriage? No, sex was still important to both of them and Cathy seemed to respond to him as strongly as she had before they married. She might not be wildly adventurous, but she enjoyed his body as much as he enjoyed hers. What was wrong?

Why was she questioning him about his car? Didn't she see that he had arrived home before her and changed his clothes? He was only away from the house for a few minutes. What did she think he was doing?

Minutes ago, she had squeezed his hand when he got a little fresh and then she had totally rejected his advance. They had talked about being a little more physical with each other, not only when they were in bed. He thought she liked it. He wanted her to take the initiative to touch him. Wasn't he supposed to do the same to her?

She was changing from a student and part-time employee, to a full-time corporate executive. Was she going to be a different person from the one he thought he knew?

After driving into the garage, James entered the house, determined to find out why his wife was angry. He found Cathy curled into a corner of the couch. She had demurely spread her dress over her lap and tucked the sides under her legs as if she was letting him know her body was off limits.

"Dammit, Cathy. What the hell is wrong?" 

Her head jerked back, "James, please. Can you... will you ... sit down, please?"

A little leery that she wanted to take charge of the discussion, he sat across the room from her and announced, "Alright, I'm sitting. Now, talk to me."

"You ... you know this company is trying to do this massive reorganization. They think I can handle a department. I mean, it's a really small department, but they believe I'm executive material."

James looked at Cathy, surprised at the subject matter she wanted to discuss. "Yes, dear. I'm proud of you for the way you've handled yourself during the interviews, too. It took a lot of patience to put up with all the additional meetings with company executives they insisted you attend."

"They've never hired a woman this high in their management structure."

"I didn't know that. You really are special, aren't you?"

"I hope so. I wasn't aware they would insist on sending me through the regular employee and then the executive training sessions before I would get to see my name on the door."

"Then last week was just for regular employees? I thought you said it was company policy type of training?"

"Yes, it was, but it was for all levels of new employees. This week is just for executives. I really am an Assistant Vice-President. They've even waived the normal probation period."

"I'm sorry," James apologized, realizing as he said the words that Cathy might have felt he didn't care about her job. "I guess I haven't been paying enough attention to what you've been telling me about your new job."

"Oh, that's alright." Cathy smiled, "Your job is so much more important than mine is. I'll never earn as much as you do." 

"Does the different pay for males and females bother you that much?" 

"Sometimes, but this company is a little better than most. Of course I'm not supposed to know, but I heard a couple of the men talking, I'm at about 86% which is better than many companies offer females."

"It still isn't right." 

He might say the words, but she knew him. He still believed men were more capable than women of making important business decisions.

"It's business, James. I understand that." She paused a moment, but she wasn't going to let a discussion about another subject sidetrack her. She and James had already compared their job and career prospects. He was climbing a very steep corporate ladder in a very large company and she was just taking her first step. He was three years older than she was, had more experience and no limits. 

"You know the other day, the first day of training for the executives?" Cathy waited until James nodded before she continued. "You remember me telling you about the crude joke about the female executive that was displayed on the backdrop behind the speaker?" She waited a second time for James to nod his head. "I think you told me it wasn't that uncommon to hear jokes like that. I didn't raise a fuss, although I wanted to. I think you said I should ignore it, the company would eventually stop using sex as humor."

"Yes, it's pretty common for males to use females as the brunt of their jokes, when they can get away with it. You must also remember than men far outnumber women in board rooms and at all levels of corporate management."

"Well, there was another joke today. It was a little worse. It was about a female with a new male assistant and his statement that he would still have to shuffle paper but he would no longer need to get on his knees to kiss ass. He'd be on his knees kissing something wetter and sweeter."

James laughed and admitted he had heard the joke. He teased Cathy that he could take her to their bedroom and show her what the joke was about, but she declined, although she smiled. He pretended to pout then suggested she finish telling him what had her so upset.

"Tuesday, I was telling you about the other trainees, and how all of them are men. During a break, one or two would stand around with their coats off, an arm across the other's shoulder while they leaned together to say something about the instructor or one of the females that were handing out some of the conference material."

"Yes, I guess that's what instructors have to expect. They really aren't part of the group. Most of those I've seen will even leave the conference room to give those in attendance a little more freedom to relax."

Cathy chose not to mention that he had ignored her mention of the men's comments about the women in the room. "Well, I didn't like it, the comments, I mean. But a couple of the men would put their arm around me as if they wanted to include me in the conversation. Remember me telling you about that?" James nodded and lifted one shoulder. He recalled telling Cathy he had done that himself a few times. It was his way of pulling the other person into the group.

"One of the men put his arm around my back and slid his hand between my side and my arm. His fingers were pressing against the side of my breast."

"You didn't tell me that."

"I know. I guess I was embarrassed. From what you said, I tried to imagine it wasn't anything more than just the difference in his height and mine."

"It could have been that. He didn't carry it any farther, did he?"

"No, but it still bothered me. I kept my distance from him the rest of the day. I think he's married and he knows I am. I mentioned you in one of the questions I asked."

"What question?"

"Let's see, it was something about spousal accompaniment ... to an out-of-state meeting and the accommodations. It was that sort of thing, similar to the times I've gone with you to a meeting."

"Oh, okay, so all the guys know you're married."

"Oh yes, but they haven't excluded me from their group. I was glad of that. I went to lunch with two of the married men yesterday. I'm not sure they were doing it intentionally, but they discussed how tired they were after the previous day's meeting that they weren't even interested in fucking their wives that night. I'm sorry for using that word, but I wanted to tell you how blatant their remarks were."

"Oh Cathy, Honey, some men can be pretty crude."

"Yes, but one of them left the table early to call his wife about a party they were supposed to attend during the evening. I was a little surprised when the one who remained at the table asked me if I'd fucked my husband the previous night and how you liked fucking a big bad ass Assistant Vice-President."

Cathy sat very still watching the emotions going across her husband's face. He raised his eyebrows but didn't make a comment. Was it possible he was accustomed to hearing such comments from his own co-workers?

"After he asked that question, he leaned back in his chair and said, "It gives me a hard-on to know I control the jobs of so many people. Is your pussy going to stay wet, knowing you're doing the same?" I didn't respond. I just looked at him as if he was an alien from another planet and he laughed. I was imagining he was going to report back to the other ten men when we returned to the meeting room."

"Oh shit." James muttered. More than anything else, at that moment, he wanted to go across the room and sit down beside Cathy, pull her into his arms, and hold her. He knew he could not. She would not have him around every hour of every day and if she planned to continue in her business career, she would need to fight her own battles and make her own way.

Cathy looked down at her hands resting in her lap, "I hope you can understand when I tell you that some of the things these men say causes more than simple discomfort for me."

"Be more specific, Cathy." He heard the hard tone of his own voice. He would listen to what she said, but he did not like where this conversation seemed to be going. When a man discovers his wife is sexually aroused in the presence of other men, he is not happy and cannot pretend he is.

Unable to voice the words aloud, Cathy continued to look down as she whispered, "I get wet. I can feel a bubble of moisture when I hear all of the sexual innuendo."

James waited. He knew Cathy was going to add more details. He knew her well enough to know that she was very agitated. There was a slight tremor to her shoulders. Her voice sounded like she was so near to tears that they could begin to fall at any moment. 

"The dining room where we eat lunch was very crowded today. After yesterday's lunch, I wanted a table where I could eat alone. I even turned my back to the other tables, just to get a little distance from everything I'd been through. I wanted to compose myself and I didn't want anyone to watch my face. I didn't dare go to the ladies restroom. I feared I'd begin to cry and then have to go back to the conference room with red eyes. Two of the other men joined me at my table for lunch. Both men were pleasant, but I did not care for the way they looked at me. I stared at both of them every chance I could and they eventually became friendly and stopped making crude remarks about some of the other women in the dining room."

Cathy," James interrupted her. "I know this job is important to you, but have you spoken to any other women this company has recently hired?"




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"Not yet, but I may do so." She took a deep breath, then continued. "This afternoon during a break, I made a quick trip to the restroom and returned to my seat. All eleven men were standing at the back of the room speaking quietly. I could tell they were trading jokes with each other because there was laughter, then a few moments of one man speaking, then more laughter. I'm sure you understand when I tell you the type of laughter I heard. I couldn't help it, James. I started getting wet because I knew what they were talking about, it was as if I was being stimulated, simply from hearing the way they laughed."

James sat and listened to Cathy talk. A muscle on the side of his face showed he was flexing his jaw. What kind of men was this company hiring? There was some very aggressive restructuring taking place. Was that a harbinger of growth or future failure? 

"The a ... the man who sits beside me, shares the long table where I usually sit. He was almost the last one to return to his seat when the speaker walked back into the room. After the speaker had presented his portion of the program, he asked if there were any questions. I was looking across the room at someone asking a question, when suddenly the notebook in front of me and a stack of papers slid to the floor around me. I turned to pick up the notebook. It happened so fast. The man sitting beside me put his hand on my knee and said, "I'll get it," just as I was bending over. I didn't let him. I mean, I leaned over to pick up the notebook. His hand went all the way up my skirt. I was so shocked I stood and he jerked my panties down, tearing them, actually ripping them off me, and then he tossed them across the room."

"Bastard," James breathed the word and did not get a similar comment from Cathy.

"I stood there, in shock I guess, watching my panties being tossed about the room. Each man who caught them either lifted them to his nose and took a deep breath or licked the inside of the crotch."

Cathy held up her hand to keep her husband from saying anything, "When I looked the speaker had left the room. I turned to the man beside me and said in a voice he could not avoid hearing that I expected him to pick up my study materials and see they were placed in my office. I picked up my briefcase and left the room."

James was shaking his head, "And now, you still have one more day of this conference, don't you?"

"Yes. In the morning, I am going to be the first person in that room. If I must, I will stare down every man there. I have one more day of sitting in a room with eleven men who have not given me one ounce of respect." Cathy lowered her feet to the floor and sat up straight. "I have one opportunity to establish myself as deserving of the position for which I've been hired. Tell me, what do I say, or how do I prove I am not intimidated by the actions of some very immature men who do not deserve my respect?"

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2:30 a.m. Meg saw the shiver run across Wendy's body as touched her. Meg felt scalded, like a jolt of lightning touched her there. Ice and water pooled at the spot. Turning over, Meg looked up at her friend, lit by the moon from the window above them, amazed at the beauty of the woman above her, and the soft sensuality she exuded. Wendy's hair was short and red, setting off her green eyes. Her lips were a soft pink, and Meg had been thinking about how kissable they were all night. 

She wondered if Wendy would dare. 

Dare she did. Running her hand through Meg's soft hair, Wendy leaned forward and planted a kiss on the cheek.

~~~ 

Wendy had seen the "come fuck me" eyes Meg had given her all night at the party. She'd seen Meg eye Ted, too, but didn't care. Meg had told her long ago she was bisexual. Wendy, raised in a strict home and really away from home from the first time, didn't know for sure anymore.

~~~

"May I?" Wendy whispered to Meg, sliding her hands under Meg's shirt. 

"Please..." Meg said, unsure if this was a dream or reality. 

Worshipfully, Wendy slid her hands gently across Meg's soft stomach, across her plentiful breasts, and over her shoulders. Keeping eye contact, Meg slipped her shirt off and reached up and took Wendy's off. Meg's dark hair covered the edge of the black satin edged with embroidered flames that set off her generous breasts. Simple white see-through lace cupped Wendy's small but beautifully shaped chest, making her look young and innocent. Meg knew differently. 

Inexperienced, maybe. Innocent - no. 

~~~

Midnight. Wendy was in turmoil inside. She was 

partying, drinking more than she'd ever drunk in her life, feeling guilty but for once feeling free. Somewhere after the fourth buttery nipple shot and the second strawberry daquiri, she had wanted to cry. These people were amazing She'd felt ignored by both genders all her life, and here, so far from home, she'd found guys who genuinely seemed to care about how she was doing. She'd easily fallen into step with Meg's girl friends. The music was cranked loud, and Wendy slipped outside to sit on the back steps. She stared up at the stars and the tears began to fall. She didn't want to go home, but she had to in just a matter of days.

~~~

The two moved as though they could read each other's minds. They both knelt on the bed, facing each other. Lips met tenderly, softly, nearly caresses as they explored each other's mouth.

Knowing only need, Meg acquiesced as Wendy pulled her tighter to her, listening to Wendy's hard pants as Meg kissed down her neck, across her collarbone. Arching her back, she felt their breasts meld together. Another woman's nipples against her own. Not a new sensation for Meg, but she knew Wendy was in uncharted waters.

Then Meg had an idea.

~~~

12:30 a.m. Wendy huddled in the darkness, sniffling back tears. She sat quiet when the door opened.

"Hey hon," Meg said softly as she sat down. "What's wrong?" 

"Oh," hiccuped Wendy. "Everybody's so wonderful ... and I ... you know ... and I don't wanna go home..." 

They'd met online, first, in a role-playing game. 

They got to be friends that way, and spent many hours in IM, sometimes flirty, sometimes talking about life and sometimes chatting on the phone. 

So Wendy knew Meg understood. 

Wendy melted against Meg when she put an arm around her. 

"But while you're here, we can have fun. You just need to get out there and dance. Shake it," Meg said. She stopped and gave an impish grin. "After all, you do have a nice ass."

Laughing through tears, Wendy looked up at Meg. 

Their gaze locked. Both felt a jolt deep down. 

Wendy reached up and their lips moved closer together. 

Suddenly a car door slammed in front of them. One of the roommates stumbled drunkenly out of the car, a girl with touseled hair behind him. 

"Let's go in, shall we?" Wendy said.

~~~

"What are you doing?" Wendy asked as Meg covered her eyes with one hand. She heard Meg rummaging in her bag, and then the noise ceased. A shiver ran through Wendy as a whisp of fabric trailed across her shoulder and then over her eyes. 

"Take off your bra," Meg said. 

Raising an eyebrow beneath the fabric, Wendy complied. 

"It's a good thing I like you," she said with a wry smile on her face. 

She heard Meg get off the bed and the sound of a zipper dropping. She envisioned the snug skirt Meg had worn dropping to the floor and wondered what sort of underwear Meg wore. 

"Lay down," Meg commanded. 

Wendy felt the zipper to her pants being undone and lifted her hips as Meg yanked off her black leather pants, revealing the white lacy bikini briefs that matched the bra she'd been waring. 

"Lace and leather, huh?" Meg whispered. "I like." 

~~~

1:30 a.m. They'd gone back inside. And they danced. Eventually, the party wore down and people began finding places to sleep. Wendy had landed on one couch in the living room. She wasn't sure where Meg had gone. 

After laying in the dark for an hour, unable to sleep, she'd tiptoed into the back room where she thought she'd seen Meg go. 

"Meg?" Wendy whispered softly. "Is that you?" 

"Yeah." 

"Can I sleep with you? I can't sleep with all these people I don't know around me." 

"Sure," Meg whispered, wiggling over to make room. She couldn't sleep, because she felt Wendy's eyes on her. Then she felt the questioning touch.

~~~

"Kneel on the bed, like we were," Meg said. 

The moon lit Wendy's pale skin so it nearly glowed. Meg wished for a camera, so her friend could see once and for all that she WAS beautiful. 

Climbing onto the bed, Meg kneeled behind Wendy. 

"Now stay still," she said, leaning over to kiss her way up the delicate curve of Meg's backbone. Each vertebrae got a kiss. One by one, Meg patiently worked her way upward. Tightening her tongue, she ran a moist line across Wendy's collarbone, smiling as Wendy curled her neck to meet her ministrations. 

She stopped and sucked gently where neck and collarbone met. Wendy moaned and arched back into Meg, not reaching for the blindfold. As their bodies met, Meg felt dazed. She moved to take off her own bra, wanting skin on skin. Pink softness was everywhere around her. Tossing her own bra to the side, running her hands over her own breasts first, she hugged Wendy to her. 

"Can we stay like this forever?" Wendy moaned. 

Meg didn't respond, just wanting to give Wendy a moment she'd never forget. She'd really fallen for her long ago, but kept it quiet, knowing Wendy was still questioning herself. She reached around and ran her hands across Wendy's breasts. 

Seizing upon the nipple, she rolled it beneath her fingers, feeling her friend buck frantically beneath her.

Going back to kissing Wendy's neck, leaving one hand to play with Wendy's breast, Meg slipped a hand southward, slipping beneath Wendy's waistband. She felt how wet she was and felt her own panties dampen further. 

Slipping a finger between the lips of Wendy's sex, she felt gently for her clit. Finding the nubbin, she rubbed gently. 

Wendy, lost in a place of only feeling, eyes covered, was nearly frantic with lust and let out a shriek. 

Meg dampened it with a kiss.

~~~

Ted had watched the two of them together all night and had caught the glances as well. When he thought he heard a shriek, he had to look. Padding barefoot across the hall, he quietly opened the door. 

"What's ..." he started to say, but felt an instant erection when he saw the two women writhing nearly nude on the bed. 

"Fuck," he said under his breath. Realizing the appropriateness of his word choice, he smiled to himself. He stepped into the shadows and moistening his hand with a little saliva, began running his hand over his stiff cock.

~~~ 

"Lay down," Meg commanded, half mindful of the door she'd heard. Having been at the house before, she knew whose bedroom was across the hall. And she didn't care if he saw. In fact she wanted him to. And when the girls had been talking, she knew Wendy was hot for him too. 

Wendy started to reach for the blindfold. 

"No," Meg said. "Leave it on a little longer." 

Sliding strong fingers under the waistband of Wendy's lacy underwear, she slowly slid it down over Wendy's soft legs. Stepping off the bed herself, giving her ass a shake for Ted's benefit, she slipped her black thong off, revealing a neatly trimmed bush. 

"Do you trust me?" Meg asked. 

"I haven't yanked this off yet, have I?"

"Point taken." 

Kneeling at the end of the bed, she pulled Wendy to her, slipping her legs over her shoulders. 

~~~

"I can't believe this is happening. Two girls going at it. And God, both of them are hot. She's not going to ... is she? Thank you, God!

~~~

Meg kissed Wendy's right ankle. Then mid-calf. Then the knee. Mid-thigh. Left ankle. Left calf. Knee. Left thigh. 

She repeated, only licking this time, gentle strokes.

Frantic, Wendy grabbed a pillow, smothering her moans in it. 

Ted thought he would explode. 

Meg licked the crease between leg and vagina on each side, smiling to herself as Wendy grew more frantic. Wendy began rubbing her breasts, pinching her nipples. 

Ted couldn't stand it. He moved behind Meg and began caressing her breasts, his erection nearly painful by now. He felt Meg's dampness on the front of his shorts and nearly exploded when he watched her moving expertly into Wendy's sex. 

Caught between her desire to please Wendy and her own need, she focused frantically on Wendy. Meg slipped her tongue against Wendy's clit, circling it gently at first, then firmer. Her chin grew messy with Wendy's fluids. 

Ted slipped his shorts off, running his hard cock along Meg's own sex, but not penetrating. Her fluids dampened his penis. 

Firming her tongue again, Meg slipped a tongue into Wendy's hole, frantically fucking her with her tongue. Wendy arched off the bed, coming hard. 

Meg reached behind her and pulled Ted's hips against her. 

"Fuck me," she hissed. 

Putting two fingers into Wendy, he began rubbing her as he slipped his cock into Meg. She took him easily and he began fucking her from behind while he finger-fucked Wendy. Both women, already hot, came fast - Wendy again, Meg for the first time. 

As Meg's vaginal walls spasmed around him, Ted came too, shooting his load with a groan. 

"What was that?" Wendy said, ripping off her blindfold, staring in shock then shyness at Ted. 

"Don't be upset," he said. "You two have been turning me on all night, and I wanted you. And I heard you two ... fuck. It was beautiful. Hot." 

He sat against the wall, Meg slipping to the floor across from him. Wendy looked down at both. 

"Did that answer any questions for you?" Meg asked, looking up at her friend. 

"No, it made more. But sometimes finding the answers is the journey," Wendy said as they all headed back to sleep, booze finally taking over.



Seeking Dr. Long's Recommendation



Things had been going really well. I had been playing volleyball with the same group of girls for a few years and we started getting to know each-other's styles of play. I was not the tallest girl in the squad and became good at getting to any balls that came my way. Slowly we started to win tournaments for our school and eventually, we even won the state championships!

I had applied to colleges hoping to get some money from an athletic scholarship. I was very excited to finally hear that I had been accepted to my top school and offered a full ride to play volleyball. The girls and I decided to celebrate, so we got some vodka and threw a party at my friend's house. I was fooling around, giving a guy a blow-job in the treehouse (I was a little tipsy). He came so quickly that I was surprised and fell out of the tree. During the fall, I had injured my quad and the volleyball coach at my perspective college freaked out, threatening to pull back on the scholarship. She wanted the college doctors to look at my leg, but my Dad said he had a friend who could take a look and hopefully (fingers crossed) make a recommendation for me.

So he set up the appointment with his golf buddy, Dr. Long. I got lost on the way to the doctor's office, so I was a few minutes late. I arrived feeling flushed. The receptionist gave me a clipboard with some paperwork to fill out, which I rushed through. I sure hope I did it right.

A nurse appeared over me suddenly, "Hi, I am Nurse Debbie. Ms. Orel, you can follow me please." I look up and notice her looking down my tank top, which I admit was low cut. It sure didn't help that my boobs are D-cups and look rather large on my small, athletic body. I was wearing a tank top and jeans, with my hair in a ponytail. The top of my bra cups and the straps on my shoulders are visible under the snug top.

I smile at her, "You can call me Stacy." I stood and followed the nurse, leaving the paperwork on the receptionists desk. As I walk behind the nurse, I am thinking that her skirt is pretty short for a nurse. It was almost more like a slutty nurse's halloween costume. She leads me into the exam room.

"Ok, Ms. Stacy Orel. Have a seat, please." She nods at the exam table, which is covered by one of those thin paper sheets and closes the door behind me. Walking past her, I sit on the table. There is also a paper gown on the table, neatly folded. Looking at her clipboard, she says "You are here to have your injured right quad evaluated?"

"Yes, I need the doctor's approval for a college scholarship to play volleyball."

"I heard that you are quite talented," she says, looking at me and smiling. I again notice that her gaze seems to lingers on my chest. "I need to get a few basic measurements. Please remove your clothes and put on the paper gown." She looks back down at the clipboard, waiting.

"Uhhm, you want me to get naked -- like right here in front of you?" I felt flushed again.

"Stacy, I only leave the room for our male patients. If I leave and come back, you will only have to wait longer to see the doctor. Please, its nothing I haven't seen before. Are you normally shy?" She asks, walking around the table behind me.

"No, not at all. I've just never had a doctor or nurse stay in the room with me while I changed." Even though she was still in the room, I felt less shy since I couldn't see her. I pulled my tank top over my head, then standing, I unbutton my jeans and wiggle out of them.

The nurse hands me the paper gown. "You will also need to take off your bra and panties, Stacy."

I reach back and release my bra, catching it with my other hand as my breasts try to spring free. I pull the bra out from between my arm and my naked skin. My D-cups are spilling over as I try to slip into the paper gown. Finally, I give up modesty and let my tits swing free. The nurse smiles as she holds the gown over me. I put my arms up and she pulls the gown down. It is not large enough for my tits. She has to pull hard over my breasts to get the gown on. I feel her fingers graze my nipples and we both smile at eachother as she finally gets the paper over my chest. The nurse pulls the gown the rest of the way down. "Now please remove your panties, dear." I look at her with an expression that says "you've got to be kidding me!" She seems to understand, "It is standard procedure for everyone. I need to get an accurate weight measurement."

Sighing, I slide my panties off and put them with the rest of my clothes. The paper gown is barely long enough to cover my shaved pussy and I can feel a slight cool breeze on the bottom of my ass. I feel my nipples stiffen again.

The nurse smiles, "It is a bit chilly in here, but this is how Dr. Long prefers his office. Now, please step onto the scale." She places her hands on my hips as I turn to guide me, which I found strange. She measures my height and weight. "Ok, good. Now, please just have a seat and I will call in the doctor." I hop back on the table as she closes the door.

Waiting, I am a bit uncomfortable. The paper gown makes a crinkling sound whenever I move on the table. I cross my legs, trying to be modest. Finally, the door handle clicks and the door swings open as the doctor enters the exam room.

He enters the room staring at his chart. "Hello Stacy -- I am Dr. Long. Your father told me you have injured your upper thigh?"

I shift in the paper gown, aware of the fact that I am completely nude with only a thin paper covering me. "That's right Dr. Long, we were hoping you could look at it before I am evaluated for my scholarship." His eyes meet mine, then his gaze drops to my chest. It lingers there and I'm almost positive I saw a slight twitch behind his pants.

He clears his throat, "Yes, your father mentioned the scholarship. You must be quite the ball player."

I smile proudly, nodding.

He sternly responds, "I'd like to conduct a full physical and then we will see about your quad." He instructs me to lay back as he begins examining me. His touch seems to be very firm and exploratory, more than other doctors. He stands very close to me when he checks my breathing. At one point, he stands so close that I can actually feel his dick against my leg through his pants. He seems to be looking at me suggestively, causing me to blush. His cock seems to be getting stiffer against me. Finally, he steps back.

"I'd like to take a look at your thigh, please stretch it out for me, Stacy." He kneels between my legs as I straighten my leg. My face becomes flush again as I realize he is only inches away from my pussy and I'm not wearing panties! The gown is barely covering me and I'm sure he can see right up it! He probes my leg, moving higher toward my pubic area. I instinctively shift, at which point he slides the gown up a few inches, fully exposing me. I bite my lip. I am excited and worried that I might leave a wet spot on the paper covering the table. He feels along my thigh as he turns until he is facing me. So far, he has not acknowledged by bare, shaven, moist cunt. His palm is against my thigh where my leg meets my body. I am so turned on, I can barely breathe!

Meeting my gaze, he says "Does this hurt?" "No, sir" I stammer. He drops his gaze and blatantly stares at my tits. He casually places his hand directly over my pubic mound.

Still staring straight at my chest, he says "Well, I have good news and bad news, Stacy. I believe you have a mild sprain and will be just fine accepting your scholarship."

"That's great news, whew, I am so relieved!" I am looking right at him and he looks me in the eye now.

Then he says "I have to admit that you have made me quite excited, young lady," and starts to stand. As he rises, my eyes fall on his crotch. His pants are poking out where his dick is and he is so close to me that his erection is almost touching my chin!

My jaw drops, "Oh, my..." I am staring directly at it.

The doctor walks around me, talking. I am so distracted that I completely miss whatever he just said, but the last words he said are "hard-on."

"Doctor, I'm afraid I don't understand..." I say as he fiddles with the table behind me. I half turn to look at him, tugging on the gown nervously. He says calmly, "Please lie back, Ms. Orel."

"If I could just get dressed now, I'm sure..." I trail off when I feel him place his hands on my shoulders.

"Be a good girl, Stacy and just lie back, do as Dr. Long says." He presses down firmly on my shoulders, but I resist him.

"But my daddy-"

He cuts me off, "Your daddy sent you here and he told me exactly how important this scholarship is to you and your family." He is pushing hard now and I am straining to sit up, but he is strong. He is forcing me down. My mind is racing as I lie back. "Good, that's a good girl." He lets go and I try to relax, but the headrest is no longer there. I am straining my neck, looking up at him as he stands over me. I try to look him in the eye, but the bulge in his pants is almost on my forehead.

"Just relax. I want you to lay back and close your eyes. Trust me." He smiles down at me devilishly as his hands move to undo his pants. I look past the bulge, straight into his eyes. Even though I am extremely turned on, the doctor has no right to force me to touch his cock. "I am not going to do anything and I'm not sure what my daddy told you." I am speaking clearly and firmly, surprised by my own bravery.

The doctor's eyes flash with rage. He lets go of his half-open belt and grabs my head, leaning over me. "You can do this either the easy way or the hard way. I see which one you have chosen." Before I know what is happening, he pulls his hand back and slaps me smartly across the face. The force knocks me sideways and my long hair, still in the ponytail, falls across my face. I hold one hand to my cheek, which is warm from blood rushing to my skin. The doctor pushes me back into place. Closing my eyes, I think to myself "What is this man going to do?" The violent slap has repressed any bravery I had summoned. I remember to breathe as he pushes my head down. His hand is on my forehead and my nose fills with the musky scent of the male sex organ.

I am lying on my back with my head hanging down. The doctor is standing over me with his pants around his ankles. My head hangs in front of his crotch, upside-down. I keep my eyes closed, thinking "this isn't happening..." He moans and instructs me to open my mouth. I reluctantly part my lips and think to myself, "maybe this won't be so bad -- I really need the scholarship." I can feel his eyes on my body as my mouth hangs open, waiting.

After a second or two, he slides the head of his cock through my open lips. His dick is curved slightly upward and the tip of his head touches my tongue, then works down into my mouth. The doctor is moaning and telling me to relax. I put my hands on his hips as he thrusts more of his cock into my mouth.

My eyes are still closed and he stops, which is good. I guess that is all of his dick. I feel his head at the back of my tongue. If he had kept going, he would push into my throat, which would make me gag. I don't feel his stomach against my chin, which I should feel if he was fully inserted. Most guys like to slide it all in.

"Ok, Stacy, that is the back of your mouth. I am going to enter your throat and it will be a lot easier for you if you relax."

I swallow around his cock, thinking to myself "Wow, this guy does really know anatomy..." and suddenly, he is driving much more dick into my mouth. More than I can hold back. Its too much!

"GGGGGCCKKK!!!" I gag hard as his strong shaft drives past the base of my tongue and pops into my throat, at which point, I open my eyes wide. In one fast motion, his dick is buried fully in my throat and his balls dangle past my nose over my eyes. He is holding it deep in my throat and I am panicking. Struggling to breathe, I start to kick my legs and slap my hands against his hips.

I feel his hand close over my throat. He is choking me with dick! Its too much!! I see stars flash in my eyes. "Relax and breathe through your nose," the doctor instructs me calmly.

"GGGUUGGGCKKKK!!!" I gag hard again, and I can feel spit fly out of my mouth onto the base of his dick. It drips down his balls over my eyes and I close them again. I regain my thoughts, remembering to breathe through my nose, around the dick in my throat. I feel him squeezing my throat and his dick inside it. He seems to be inching it deeper or else it is getting longer, swelling inside me. His dick is not particularly thick, but it is very hard and long, poking me deeply. For the first time, I notice my pussy is tingling. It must be practically dripping wet by now.

As I focus on taking air through my nose, I feel the tightness of the gown suddenly released. My large tits flop free, which feels great at first, but then I realize the doctor has cut or torn the gown. My breasts are fully exposed to him and he seems to be enjoying the image of me helplessly impaled on his cock, with my tits laying out for him. Finally he steps back, withdrawing his slippery long dick.

Something happens inside my head. It was one thing for me to take his dick into my throat for him. It seems a worse violation for him to just exposed my breasts for his pleasure. I am now yelling, "What the fuck, your some asshole pervert, not a doctor!" I feel emboldened and start to sit up, when suddenly, I feel a sharp tug on my ponytail. The pain shoots through my head as I lose my balance, falling back where I just was.

"Where do you think you are going, little lady?" he says, stepping forward. His dick bobs over me as I try to sit up again, but he pushes me down, poking my pursed lips with his wet cock head. "I'm not done. Now, open..."

Now I see his dick fully for the first time. I am staring at the underside and it is long and veiny. He pokes it toward my mouth again and I let his head part my lips. He leans forward, entering my mouth quickly. I feel his hands close tightly over my soft tits. He grips my chest hard, again driving his cock deep. "Wow, they are so big and soft," he says, pushing them together. He seems distracted holding my tits, as his urgent thrusting relaxes. Then, without warning, he pulls back, then pushes forward hard, driving his hips into my face. I hold back the urge to gag at first, but he is now fucking my mouth deeply and holding me tightly by my tits. His long, deep thrusts push into my throat and I lose control, gagging, then struggling for air. "uuggGGGG!" --gasp-- "GGGGGCckk ah" --gasp--

With every other thrust or so, my spit drips from his balls onto my face and eyes. Before I know whats happening, I feel my own hand moving toward my aching pussy. I start to rub my clit, thinking about the raging dick filling my throat. His balls slow their bouncing motion against my face and he lets go of my breasts. I open my eyes, using the hand not rubbing my pussy to wipe the drool from my nose, eyes and forehead. With his cock still buried in my throat, he instructs me, "I want you to grab your tits and hold them while I fuck your face, ok?"

My mind is flooded with an overwhelming urge to obey. Without thinking, I wrap my hands around the bottom of my titties, pushing them toward the doctor. I feel his hand grip my leg above the knee and he pulls it toward him, turning my wet cunt up toward him. He gently slaps my pussy with his other hand as his hips flex again, driving his shaft deep. "God that feels good" I think as I start to moan with his dick deep in my throat. He grunts as he tries to get as deep as possible down my throat. I feel his other hand wrap around my throat again and squeeze, causing me to see stars again.

Suddenly, with the doctor choking me and slapping my clit, I start to climax. I am holding my tits as the orgasm washes over me. I forget the dick driving in my throat, forget the spit dripping down my face. I am overcome by the intense waves of pleasure, moaning and gagging uncontrollably...

Then his grip loosens on my throat and I feel reality flooding back over me. I feel his dick slide out as he pulls me up by my hair. I am completely dazed. Rolling my tongue in my mouth, I notice the musky flavor of cum. He must have gotten very close to cumming and spurted some precum in my mouth. "Wha... what happened?" I ask as he walks around in front of me, gripping my ponytail. His dick looks almost purple and the head is swollen. My lipstick is smeared around the base of his shaft and there are dots of it in his pubic hair. He stands between my legs with his long, hard cock aimed straight at me. I start to ask, "Are you gonna aaAAAGGHH!" As soon as I open my mouth to speak, he uses his other hand on my neck to pull my face onto his cock, while thrusting into me. I close my eyes as he triggers my gag reflex again. "GGGACKKKK!" I spurt, leaning forward, impaling myself involuntarily.

As I shift forward, Dr. Long shifts back onto his heels and turns his hips upward, impaling me further. My eyes bulge open as his swollen dick head pops back into my throat. To get my balance, I put my hands on his hips and my tits sway against his thighs. He starts encouraging me, "That's it Stacy, you want that scholarship don't you?"

I look up at him, "MMM hmmm." He looks into my eyes, pushing his dick deeper.

"That's right, take it... Take my cock nice and deep... Open your throat and relax..." He is inching more dick into my mouth. I strain, sticking out my tongue along the bottom of his shaft. His dick head now feels thicker and it pokes against the back of my throat, swelling. I strain to not gag and maintain eye contact. He thrusts one quick, final thrust to bury his cock all the way, causing me to sputter and turn away, gagging hard. He withdraws his dick as I gasp for air. I threw up a little with that last thrust and I swallow hard, tasting my lunch.

"Look at me, and open," he commands. I turn back to him. He is stroking his dick in a good rhythm and my spit hangs and drips from his hand and balls. I wrap my lips around his purple head, looking up at him. Without giving me any warning, he pushes the entire dick into my mouth causing me to gag immediately, but I regain control, locking my eyes into his and I hold his throbbing cock in my throat. I hold back from gagging as my eyes tear up and moisture flows from them.

"Good, that's it," he says, staring down at me. His eyes burn with an intensity as one of my hands drops between my legs. My fingers find my wet clit. He starts fucking my throat again but his thrusts are shorter, not letting his dick head slip out of my throat. Looking up at him, I notice he has slowed his thrusts and with one deep, long drive, he buries his cock, forcing my nose against his pubes and stomach hair. I maintain eye contact, tears flowing. He smiles as his dick starts twitching violently. A warm surge sprays the back of my throat and I try to pull back, but the doctor holds my head against him, cumming into me. Closing my eyes, I try to swallow, but another stream of cum floods my throat and I gag uncontrollably against his powerful, surging cock. Now I can taste cum on my tongue and it burns my nose. I realize that I have gagged so hard that it shot out of my nose. Dr. Long grunts as he pulses another shot of cum down my throat. I swallow it down and sniffle, cum dripping from my nose. He relaxes his grip and rests his dick in my mouth. A final, weak stream jets onto the base of my tongue. He rests his hands on my shoulders, pumping his cock slowly and I wrap one hand around his shaft feeling it slowly losing hardness. My other hand is still playing with my clit. I look up at him and swallow the last of the cum he has pumped into my mouth. He shudders and pulls his twitching dick out. Cum and spit drips from my nose, chin, and tits. The mixture is pooled in a mess between my legs on the table and on the floor. My breasts are red between gown hanging open and there are marks from the doctors tight grip.




Seeking Dr. Long's Recommendation



"Well, you will get the recommendation you need, Ms. Orel," says the doctor as he reaches for his pants.

Wiping the cum from my face, I look at him, laughing, "You sure do shoot a lot of cum, Dr. Long!"

He presses a button on the wall to summon the nurse. He smiles and opens the door, staring at my chest. "Not for everyone sweetheart. I guess you just brought it out of me. You can clean up in the sink, the nurse will help." He steps into the hallway as the nurse appears with several clean towels. She looks at me and shakes her head knowingly. Then she steps into the room and Dr. Long disappears down the hallway.

The nurse helped me clean up, but I was tasting cum in my nose for the next week!



Seeking Eternity



This one is for you, amor meus amissus. "Ne quid paeniteat quod causam dederit ridendi."

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The monster's fangs almost connected with her skin.

The sudden realization fueled Raine's anger. With a swift flick of the wrists, she revealed the daggers hidden under her sleeves, determined to kill the abomination she faced. 

The vampire's hair was gleaming golden under the waning light of the moon, his eyes sparkling a reddish hue, his deadly white fangs bared. His body was tense, arms held away from his sides as if waiting for the right time to pounce. The muscles on his arms and thighs were apparent through the clothes he wore, warning Raine of the incredible powers he possessed.

Not that she was afraid. Hell, she would gladly lay down her own life for a chance to face vampires in combat, always anticipating the moment when their eyes widen as they realized that they were against no puny mortal. For Raine had been trained to do just that—surprise these atrocities with a silver blade through their hearts.

A dozen—perhaps two. She had lost count of the number of vampires who turned to ashes by the work of her hands. As long as she could rid the world of these blood-sucking fiends, she did not care how many she killed. Indeed, she did not care if she were killed in the process. After all, there were many other slayers out there, hunting down vampires the way she was doing.

"Come here, vampire," she hissed in a whisper, readying herself for battle. "Show me what you can do."

No sooner had she finished uttering those words when the vampire attacked, intent upon killing her. To her surprise, he moved even faster than he had before, his intent to kill apparent with every move. Raine countered the attacks, her blade strokes swift, yet the vampire deftly avoided them all.

Above them the moon hid behind a thick gray cloud, giving way to an eerie darkness that Raine disliked. Already she seemed to smell the upcoming rain. She had to kill this one before the first drops prevent her from seeing as well as she could. Before the floors of the rooftop became slick and tilt the odds in favour of the vampire.

Distracted by thoughts of rain, she was unprepared for the blow that the vampire delivered to her side. The blade flew from her left hand as pain seared on her arm. Damn. It would have served her better if she had two daggers instead of one.

Seeing her frustration, the vampire flashed an overconfident grin. The very sight of it was an insult to humanity, Raine thought. She felt sorry indeed for giving him a reason to smile. 

Not that the smirk would last.

She took out another dagger from her back, this time grinning at him. The vampire did not seem fazed, though. The same confidence radiated from him—the same murderous rage. What could Raine expect, anyway, when she killed his mate before his very eyes?

Serves him right, Raine thought, remembering her own shock and fury as she watched this same vampire drain the life out of Bram. She had almost attacked him then, if only she did not know better. 

She had been injured then. With her right arm bleeding, she had no way of defeating the fiend. It would have been folly to fight; Bram's sacrifice would have been for naught. Wasn't it to buy her time to flee that he faced the vampire? So she left.

Yet, in that moment when she turned her back, Raine vowed she would inflict the same kind of pain on the monster who took Bram's life. She would kill him, but not before she had killed his mate.

The vampire attacked, his movements full of deadly purpose. Raine managed to avoid his blows, though she had to admit that the vampire was stronger than she expected. Power out of fury. Making him see his mate die might not have been the wisest thing to do, but the call for revenge was strong, and Raine answered it.

A movement to the left caught her eye. Raine tensed, the need to find out who moved battling with the need to keep a close eye on her opponent. The lack of any movement afterwards made her think that she was imagining things.

Another movement—behind the vampire this time. Raine had to look. Big mistake. For in that brief moment when her attention strayed, the vampire seized his chance. 

With a blow to the spot where her wound was, the vampire disarmed Raine, who uttered a cry of pain as she clutched at the reopened wound. It immediately began bleeding. The vampire growled, pouncing on her in one swift motion. Before Raine could react, he had his mouth on the side of her neck, ready to sink his teeth into her flesh. She could feel the tips of his fangs grazing her skin.

Damn. 

And then, with a hair-raising growl, the vampire—unbelievably—roughly shoved her away.

Raine stared. His eyes, too, were wide with surprise as they looked at hers. Her brain seemed to have stopped working, stuck on one and only one thought. Why did he let her go?

As the vampire sank to his knees, Raine saw it: the tip of a silver spearhead protruding out of his chest, which even then was starting to burn away. The vampire made to turn his head, intent on finding out who struck him down. Yet no sooner had he seen did the vampire crumbled to dust, which was immediately scattered by the fierce wind that had started to blow. The silver-tipped spear fell to the floor with a metallic clang.

Raine, too, wanted to know who saved her life. Down on her knees and clutching at her bleeding arm, she stared into the face of her saviour—

And froze.

He was tall, beautifully built, clad in tight black jeans and a dark purple tee over which a black leather jacket was thrown. The attire highlighted his physique—from wide shoulders, broad chest and trim waist, down to muscular thighs and long legs. His raven black hair was combed back, emphasizing his strong jawline and high cheekbones. His eyes were of a deep shade of blue, almost purplish in its hue: a strange colour for a man with black hair and slightly tanned complexion. A well-defined nose and kissable lips completed his features. 

He radiated power and masculinity—a heady combination, especially in a man so beautiful the gods must have blessed the day he was born. Raine could imagine women falling head over heels into him, falling prey to his good looks and mysterious quality.

Which would serve him best, she concluded, as a pain so raw and inexplicable wrung her heart.

For in the long moments when they stood there looking at each other, with him standing as still as a statue and her kneeling on the cold floor eight metres away from him, never once had the man breathed. The only indication that he was alive was the blinking of those strange, beautiful eyes.

Raine reached for another dagger from her back, ignoring the pain in her arm and the ache in her heart. If this vampire attacked her...

"See to your wounds, woman," he said in a deep, slightly husky voice. "If you wish to kill me, hunt me down another time."

And with that, he left, as quickly as he had come, leaving Raine alone in the rooftop, stunned and confused, as heavy raindrops started to fall.

*****

Raine rested an elbow on the desk, setting her chin on her palm as she stared at the computer screen. The fingers of her right hand drummed upon the wooden surface, betraying her impatience as pictures after pictures automatically flashed before her eyes. 

"Really, Raine, what are you looking for, anyway?" her friend Myles asked, calling out from the kitchen. "You spend so much time browsing our database lately."

She ignored Myles' question and presented one of her own. "Are there no sightings of new vampires in the vicinity?"

Myles emerged from the kitchen with a tray containing cookies and two cans of pop. She put it down in front of Raine and grabbed one of the soda cans before settling herself on the sofa nearby. "I told you. All of the vampires known to us are included in that database you're looking at."

With a heavy sigh, Raine exited the database and turned to her friend. She has not yet told Myles what really happened on the rooftop after she killed the vampire Eliza. No use telling her and the others that it was not her who killed the vampire Boris, for they would ask her about the identity of the man who did. A question that Raine was unwilling to answer, for she felt as though she would betray the vampire who saved her life once she revealed his existence to them.

Damn it. She never had any such qualms before. A vampire was a vampire—bloodsucking fiend whose unnatural existence was both unwanted and unwelcome in this world. It should be an easy matter to tell the others that there was another vampire stalking the streets of the city—one who looked like a demigod and recently killed one of his own.

What was the matter with her?

Tried as she might, Raine could not forget the vampire's intense gaze, one that penetrated through the barriers of fact and fantasy as it followed her even into her dreams. Passionate, purple eyes piercing her soul. A musical voice lulling her to a trance. Lips calling her name, moving against her own. A powerful, virile body atop hers, barely concealing his powers as he entered her in hard, fast strokes...

It was the most frightening thing in the world! How could she fantasize about that man—no, that vampire? Granted, it was in her dreams that she melted in his arms, but if dreams were made of stuff from one's subconscious...

"Raine." Myles touched her arm, and as Raine looked up, she saw the concern on her friend's eyes. "Are you okay?"

Swallowing hard, Raine stood up, finally conceding defeat. Damn that vampire. "I think I need a vacation, Myles."

Myles smiled softly, her eyes full of sympathy as she took Raine's hand and squeezed it. "I know. The others and I have been discussing it since Bram died. We would have suggested it to you, if only we did not know how much you wanted to exact revenge on the vampire who killed him."

Raine smiled, accepting the kind words even though she knew that Myles and the others didn't truly understand. At least, they did not understand how things stood between her and Bram. They thought them lovers as well as partners, a misconception that Raine at first tried to correct but was never able to. It did not help that Bram really had feelings for her.

She wanted to correct it now, but what was the point? And if having everyone continue to believe that she was mourning a lover would make it easier for her to get away without having to answer difficult questions, so be it.

"Thank you, Myles," she said. "I'll go to my parents' cottage. I haven't been there since they died." Then, feeling guilty for the deception and the selfish reasons for running away, she added, "But, if you need my help, call me anytime."

"Of course," Myles agreed, giving her a hug. "Come back when you can, Raine. We'll hold up pretty well here. After all, there are always those vampires to hunt."

The memory of the yet-unknown vampire who invaded her erotic dreams flashed before Raine's mind. She closed her eyes and hugged Myles back.

"Yes, there are always those vampires to hunt."

*****

She left the balcony door open.

Sighing in frustration, Raine slipped out of bed, grabbing her robe from where she left it earlier. She put it on, not bothering to tie the belt, though it still provided a sort of cover against the chill of the wind.

Leave it to her to sleep with windows—even doors—open in these dark and stormy nights. She would be quite lucky to have no colds come morning. And just when she was bound to take a vacation! She did not relish the thought of spending her vacation on the sickbed.

She parted the flimsy curtains and watched the sky. A fork of lightning flashed amid the darkness, for a brief moment casting the rest of her surroundings in vividness. A light drizzle was starting to descend, the soft drops barely audible as they struck the hard stone of her balcony.

Another crack of lightning followed by the rumble of thunder—all of it far from the building where she rented a room. Still, she heard something snap behind her. 

Immediately on the alert, Raine whirled around, critical eyes examining the dimly-lit room. On the nightstand, one of the picture frames was lying face down. She relaxed a little. Nothing to be worried about, then. Just a frame falling on its face. She better close the door now.

"Hello, Raine."

A startled scream died in her throat. 

She recognized that voice.

Raine snapped her attention back forward, if only to confirm her guess. He was standing there. On her balcony. Facing her. So close she could touch him if she so much as extended her arms. The purple-eyed devil who haunted her dreams.

The vampire.

She met his eyes, unable to speak. Unable to think.

She should go back into her room, grab a silver-tipped dagger, and plant it in his chest. End his despicable life. Let him turn to ash. Wipe her mind clean of the sinful thoughts and dreams she had been having since he saved her on that bloody rooftop where he ended Boris' life.

But she stood there, looking at him. Just looking at him. At that handsome face that she had never quite forgotten. Feeling the thunderous beats of her heart that had nothing to do with fear. Drinking in the sight of him and the soft smile that curved his lips.

What the hell was wrong with her?

"May I come in?" he asked in that sweet, musical voice he had—the one that had spoken words of lust and love in her dreams.

No. She could not—should not—let him in. If she did not give him leave, no powers on earth would allow him to enter her room and invade her life. He would have to stand out there on the balcony, under the drizzle that was slowly turning to rain.

"Raine?"

Gods! He pronounced her name in that same melodious voice he had in her dreams. The supplication, the longing—it was all there, almost tangible in the night air. It stroked her heart, made it skip its beat, forced it to throb up her throat as a frenzy of emotions warred inside her chest.

The raindrops began to fall heavier—heavy enough to muss his hair and drench his clothes. Tonight, he was not wearing a leather jacket; just a tight-fitting turtleneck that clung to his powerful body as the rain continued to rage on around him.

"May I come in, Raine?" he repeated softly, his eyes speaking to her better than his words. He raised a hand as if to touch her face, the tips of his fingers almost connecting with her skin.

Raine shivered, closing her eyes. Her head barely moved, yet he must have seen her nod, for in an instant, his palm was on her skin, cold and wet with the rain yet delivering a kind of warmth that spread through her body like fire.

"Thank you."

He spoke softly, yet she understood each word, owing to the fact that he stood close—so close that Raine felt his lips almost touching her ear. Another shiver washed over her body. Instinctively, she put her hands on his arms and laid her head on his chest as she tried to rein in her emotions.

Drenched in the rain, his body felt cold—colder than if he were a breathing mortal, yet warm enough to prevent Raine's teeth from chattering. His arm went around her waist, supporting her as he closed the door with his other hand.

"What are you doing here?" she managed to whisper, looking up at him.

The smile that crossed his face was simply gorgeous. His gaze travelled from her eyes to her lips, and Raine felt his hold tightening. Not enough to hurt her, but enough to make her feel the growing bulge in his pants.

"You are looking for me," he said smoothly, just as he traced the soft skin of her slightly parted lips with the pad of his thumb. A flicker of amusement lit his eyes. "To kill me, perhaps?"

She felt as if she were in a daze. She could not think straight. The words he spoke barely registered in her brain. Her body was responding only to his touch. She could feel it in her blood, in the liquid heat that pooled between her legs. She wanted him. Dear heavens above, how she did!

"Shall I fetch your daggers, Raine?" he teased, though his mouth moved ever closer to hers. He had let go of her, yet she kept standing where she was, pressed against his body, while he deliberately eased the robe from her shoulders. "Or shall I take you to bed and give you the pleasure you crave?"

The silk robe pooled at her feet. Breathlessly, she asked, "What do you want?"

There was no denying the hunger in his eyes, then. When he spoke, his lips were a hairbreadth away from hers. "You. Only you."

He took her mouth in a fierce, mind-boggling kiss. Raine gasped, holding on to him as if for dear life. He crushed her body close to his just as he thrust his tongue into her mouth. Beneath her palms, she felt the raw power of his tight muscles, tangible through the soaked fabric of his shirt. And she wanted him—she wanted him so much it was all she could think about. To have him naked on her bed. In her arms. Inside her. 

As if reading her thoughts, he groaned, lifting her into his arms. Carried away by her desire, Raine wrapped her legs around his waist, responding back with the same fervour he put into his kisses. She ran her fingers through his wet hair, faintly wondering how it would feel like when dry.

He walked to the bed, lips and tongue still locked in a duel with hers. A groan escaped Raine as he lowered her down, his own body following so that he was on top of her. She shivered once more, partly due to his soaked skin, partly due to wild desire.

His hands were gentle as they ran over her body, stoking the fire already burning in her veins. Unable to stop herself, Raine slid her own hands under his turtleneck shirt. His chest and abdomen were hard with muscles, his skin tantalizingly smooth. No heartbeat under her palms, though Raine did not even notice that. She was beyond caring. All she wanted was him.

Their kisses became more languorous as their hands began exploring each other's body. Raine moaned as his hands touched her breasts, palms brushing against nipples that practically begged to be sucked. Her body arched closer to his as she tugged his shirt upward, a silent plea for him to take it off.

A soft chuckle bubbled up his throat, but he humoured her. Raine opened her eyes and watched as he took the shirt off. The light of the lampshade on her nightstand was enough to display to her hungry eyes the most delectable male body she had ever seen. His muscles looked as strong as they had felt, and Raine found herself more desperate to run hands and mouth on that tightly-packed torso, that muscular chest...

"Liking what you see?" he asked, an arrogant smirk on his face.

Raine licked her dry lips, saying nothing. With a body like that, he could afford to be arrogant.

His gaze slid from her eyes to her lips, then down to her body. Heat further suffused her as she recognized both admiration and lust reflected in his eyes.

"Beautiful," he whispered, drinking in the sight of her.

A soft blush graced her cheeks, immediately noticed by her admirer. His smile widened as he leaned in, running a finger on her smooth cheek.

"Incredibly beautiful," he murmured.

She should not feel as if the entire universe had just been offered at her feet. But she did. And all she wanted was in this world. All she wanted was in her apartment suite—looming over her, looking at her with that pair of sexy purple eyes.

He lowered his mouth, kissing the side of her neck just beneath her ear. Slowly, he raised the hem of her chemise, exposing the top of her thighs, her stomach, her breasts. His lips brushed along her shoulder, light as feathers, heightening her senses further. She held him close to her, moving her hands down his back, feeling the muscles of his body tense under her touch. She loved it—knowing that she could arouse such a reaction from him.