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Clueless

By: ninefe2dg



Somehow, they look larger than life on TV. Beverly Hills homes, I mean. Up close and personal they're magnificent for sure, but up close and personal, you can see their little flaws: spots of weeds in the otherwise exquisitely manicured lawns, sections of withered ice plant gathered around a busted sprinkler head, spots of rust on a wrought iron security gate. One had shutters that were perhaps a few months beyond needing a fresh paint job, while its mailbox was recently decorated by bird doo. But where else might one happen upon a chance encounter with Paris Hilton or Ashton and Demi taking out their trash.

Can't tell the players without a scorecard, though. And it seemed the guy sitting on the corner was just the man to help. Unfazed by the celebrity around him, he sat in a metal folding chair, stringy long brown hair growing out beneath his now retro California Angels ballcap, torn blue jeans and a "Why Beer is Better than Women" T-shirt ("I'm With Stupid" must have been in the wash). He sat there sipping on his bottle of Aquafina, next to his makeshift "Celebrity Maps, $20" sign.

"20 Clams? For a map?" I protested as I walked up to Maps Guy. "Mind if I have a look first?"

"Last person who undid one of these maps couldn't fold it back good. Had to eat the cost of it. "

Cost? A buck maybe? "Sell me one for ten?"

"Tijuana's south of the border, pal. You wanna map or not?"

"So this'll show me where all the celebrity houses are?"

"That's what it says." Somehow Maps Guy didn't seem that much the expert of his product. "Hadn't gotten any complaints."

"Well, OK, I'll take one." I parted ways with my twenty dollars, and took off down the street, nose in my map as I began my Celeb Quest. I quickly discovered, however, that the most recent "star" on the map list was Morey Amsterdam, who died ten years ago. 

Oh well, musta been the B-list section of Beverly Hills . Disappointed, I made a half-assed effort to pick out what turned out to be the former houses of the likes of Soupy Sales and Tom Bosley, then opted for an outdoor café on Rodeo Drive for lunch. There a gum-smacking waitress met me with Maps Guy-like disinterest. Understandable. I was, of course, no movie star. 

"How you doin', darlin'?", I asked her, on vacation and overly full of myself.

"What'll it be, sir?" The "sir" was more of the Server's Handbook variety. She didn't exactly say it "with feeling", though.

"Cheeseburger. Medium well. Side of Fries. Michelob Light."

"How do you want that done?"

"Med..."

"Right, right, medium. You said that. Sorry."

"Aren't you going to chastise me for what I just ordered?" 

"Why?"

"This is California. You know? Health conscious? I'm surprised a cheeseburger was even on the menu!"

"No, I wasn't." A pause. "It's not too busy, this oughtta be up in just a few minutes." 

"Hey, do any famous people ever eat here?"

Sigh. A roll or her eyes accompanied her not-so-subtle exhale. "Yeah, sure. This is Beverly Hills. It's no big deal. If you want to see celebrities when you're done eating, you can buy a, whatever they call it, Map of the Stars' Houses, and you can find where people live. I hear they're a rip-off though. Haven't been updated in a while." 

"Hey, thanks for the local knowledge", I said with a wink, and feeling like a total dumbass.

I got a call from my pal Freddie who'd seen Laker Coach Phil Jackson at dinner before. We'd split up briefly since he had plans to visit his sister while we were on the West Coast. He was in the middle of explaining how he thought he'd just seen the Gubernator and wife Maria until he realized they were celebrity impersonators, when SHE came into the café and sat down at a table across from me. 

"...and so they were opening up some car wash. Hilarious. People actually believed they were the real thing."

"You did, didn't you?" Gorgeous blonde hair, deep green eyes, pouting lips. Staring at...MOI? "Hey, Freddie, I gotta go. My lunch just got here and..." 

He didn't wait to let me tell him who I just saw. "OK, later, dude."

"Bye".

Why was she staring at me? Looking a little pissed off to boot? Feeling a little bit ballsy, I met her gaze, cocked my head, and shrugged. 

"Whatchoo lookin' at, Willis?" After all, what's more charming than an impression of an undersized, washed up child actor who didn't even rate a mention on my map? 

That earned a nod and the hint of a smile. As the waitress came over to take her order she waved her off, got her sexy self up off her chair, and came sauntering over to my table. 

Don't drop, jaw. I reached into my pocket for my trusty Sharpie. Gotta have the autograph, you know. That stopped her in her tracks. "No, no", I said. I laughed. "Just getting a pen out of my pocket." 

I could see why she might be a little jumpy, though. "Have a seat, I guess." 

She'd yet to say a word to me. She sat down, giving me a bemused look. I wondered if something was bothering her, but dismissed the thought. What has she got to be worried about anyhow? 

She bit her lower lip ever so slightly. I couldn't help but think how adorable it was. "So, what do you do when you're not busy..." I began to ask, but she cut me off with a finger to her mouth. Seems she didn't want me speaking, either. Just as well, I can hardly imagine the awkward conversation I'd be trying to make. Before I resumed digging into my cheeseburger I motioned to her to see if she'd like some, but she made a face like I'd offered her a pile of dogshit from my plate. Then I remembered she'd be voted World's Sexiest Vegetarian on some PETA online poll. Now who else but a "big fan" would know that? 

Despite the gag order, I started feeling more comfortable with my Hot Hollywood Actress lunch companion, even giving her one of my "swave and deboner" looks into her eyes as I reached for my beer. 

Bad move. My beer was about three inches closer to me than I thought it was and before I knew it, a little less than 20 ounces of Mich Light covered the tablecloth and were quickly making their way to ruining somebody's pretty outfit. 

No harm, no foul, fortunately. She was out of her seat in a flash, long before the first drop dripped onto her chair. I lifted the gag order, stammering like Hugh Grant trying to explain to the cops why some hooker named Divine was giving him a blowjob in his car. "I...I...I'm so sorry, God, w-what a mess....." 

She waved her hand and laughed, taking the chair right next to me. Fuggedaboudit, she said with a wave of the hand. Nice that she cut me a break. I suppose movie stars were people too, after all.


Well, Hugh Grant spilled orange juice on Julia Roberts/Anna Scott in Notting Hill . I got his stammering bit down. Maybe it's my lucky day. I finished my lunch. In silence, I needn't say. When I took my last bite, she gave me the universal "Let's go" cock of the head. While I probably should have said no, I wasn't about to. 

I gave Indifferent Waitress a wink as we left the café. She remained disinterested and unimpressed. Good that I passed on the thumbs-up sign. Meanwhile, my date took my hand as we hit the sidewalk.

So where are we going?, I wondered. I wasn't going to get an answer, either. Instead, I got an adorable Cher Horowitz crinkle of the nose as she started swinging our hands back and forth. She was either genuinely having a great time or totally fuckin' with me. Rather than question the moment I went with, swinging my hand in hers as if we were off to see the Wizard or something. 

Great fun, I thought. I was starting to feel a little giddy. Somewhere between "I just hit the game winning homer in the bottom of the ninth" to the time my gay brother scored front row tickets to Ricky Martin. What could possibly spoil this moment? 

Oh, I dunno. Maybe your Rocky Balboa "Gonna Fly Now" ringtone? Great timing. I looked over, as if to get permission to answer my phone. She gave another "I know I'm really cute smiles" and didn't seem to mind. 

Text message from Freddie: just saw barry scheck oj atty at b king he got a whoper c u 


I quickly replied. Kewl ask me about AS l8r. 

I flipped my phone shut. Started thinking, thought, as we resumed our skip down the Yellow Brick Road. Barry Scheck. OJ. Is she married to someone? If so, who? And is he a psychopath? Am I the next Ron Goldman, the "male companion" in the wrong place at the wrong time? Just where are we headed anyway? 

What did she want from me? Maybe I was over-thinking, not ready to allow myself to simply enjoy this for what it was. Maybe I felt I was taking advantage of someone who might be vulnerable despite her celebrity. Maybe I WAS simply paranoid. I can't do this, I thought, starting to talk myself out of this whole encounter. 

I felt a pinch in my arm as she clutched me just a bit more tightly. I wondered if she sensed there was an angel/devil debate about to rage in my head. I shot a glance toward her to remind myself what a beauty she was, when Shoulder Devil weighed in. C'mon, he said. You know she's irresistible. She knows she's irresistible. She knows you know she's irresistible. She wants to have a good time with you. Do you want to have a nice time or not? 

I think I did. Let yourself, I said to myself. You're not the doomed male companion. And she's a big girl. She can take care of herself. As I looked back at her, she almost looked a bit sad. Not exactly the effect I'd like to have on her. Can't be me though. I was working to make myself OK with this, and starting to convince myself that was so.

We got to her house. Hey, I thought, this was Kitty Carlisle's house on the map (God rest her soul). She unlocked the door and disabled the security system. She turned to me and I pointed to my mouth meaning, Well? Can we talk now? Instead she walked over to me and kissed me. Once again, very Notting Hill. Also very nice. I hoped she didn't mind I'd put onions on my burger. Seemed she didn't. 

What a movie title this might be. Let's see, there's Educating Rita, Being John Malkovich, Eating Raoul. Eating Raoul? FUCK! Driving Miss Daisy. Hmmm, Kissing Alicia Silverstone. Wow. Naaah, too much like Saving Silverman. 

She pulled away from me. I think she noticed I'd made a diversion as I made a mental mouse click to imdb.com. 
I rolled my eyes and shrugged. Don't mind me. I felt Shoulder Angel whack the back of my head.  You're kissing a beautiful woman, not some two-dimensional movie star. She's a human being. You've seen that already. I reminded myself I was, too. So fucking act like one, I thought, chastising myself. You know where this is heading. Enjoy it.

She pulled away from me and started to blush. She looked down for a moment, so I gently cupped her pointed chin and drew my lips once again toward her. We kissed again, briefly, as she took me by the hand. I finally gave in—there was only downside to resisting her—and I followed her as she led me to the back of the house. 

The bedroom was hardly one of a Hollywood starlet. Medical equipment was everywhere. A grandmotherly aroma of Estee Lauder and pine needles. I looked at her, again a bit confused. 

She took must have seemed like a "what the hell" look as ridicule, I think. Her eyes were welling up quickly and this time, pain and the hurt inside her was unmistakable. She made no effort to hide biting her lower lip this time as she began to cry. 

"I'm sorry", I said. She didn't shush me this time, instead burying her face in my lap, sobbing. "It's OK, don't mind me. I'm an idiot. But I'm glad I'm here. With you." 

Nothing too clever. But I meant it. And it seemed it was the right thing to say to her. I felt the intensity of her emotions. She wanted me, but I wasn't sure why. I finally stopped asking myself, right about when she stopped crying. The anguish in her eyes were replaced by I want you, as she unbuttoned her blouse to reveal her breasts. I started to forget who she was, taking a nipple into my mouth, and feeling her breathing become more rapid. My shirt was off, too. I can't quite remember when that happened, but I felt a shiver down my spine as she caressed both my nipples with the tips of her fingers. 

No erection though. As it's commonly said, a man's dick has a mind of its own. Right now I wasn't sure I liked whatever he was thinking though. I think I had myself convinced this was all a good thing. Don't tell me HE had other ideas. Again, she sensed some discomfort, but she didn't take my initial lack of a hard on personally. She caressed my face. It's OK, She smiled at me, comfortee turned comforter. I'm safe with you. Be safe with me.

I was convinced. My dick was too. I felt myself getting hard as I got the "SOMEBODY'S getting excited" evil leer from her. I reached down and pulled down her panties as she removed her skirt. We lied back down together totally naked, as I placed my hand on her inner thigh and massaged it gently, teasing her until I got the "you can touch it anytime now" blush and giggle. She was wet, and warm to my touch, I coulda sworn I heard her whisper "yes" ever so slightly. I went down on her, Alicia Freaking Silverstone, as she wrapped her swimsuit model legs around my head. 

Can't wait to tell Freddie all about this, I thought. How lucky am I? 

I was unaware of my cunnilingus interruptus as my mind was wandering. She pulled back and burned a stare through me. Stay here. With me. 'K?? 

"I'm sorry", I said a second time. I wasn't sure I had a good I'm Sorry Face in my Expressions Arsenal and wanted to be sure she knew I understood. I wouldn't drift again for the rest of the afternoon. She felt incredible when I was inside her, my eyes closed and my smile wide. She nuzzled my neck with her nose and with soft kisses as I felt her squeeze me tightly. The deep pools of her eyes locked onto my gaze and would not let go, capturing my full attention. I gave all I could to her, thrusting myself deeply inside her, our bodies moving as one. 

I felt her twitching around my cock, just enough to push me to the point of no return. I shot my load deep inside her, and she let out a cry. She continued to thrust, harder still, extracting every ounce of pleasure from my spent cock. I was still semi-hard as she dug her nails into my back, the pulses from her orgasm becoming faster. Her cheeks flushed and eyes closed, she thrust one more time before my dick reluctantly slipped out. As we finally tried to catch our breath, she laid her head down on my chest. I could feel the sweat from her hair. I squeezed her tightly and wrapped my legs around hers. 

"That was nice", she finally spoke. "Really nice. Thank you." A warm smile smeared across her face.

"May I open my mouth now?" I chided playfully. "What can I say, you're welcome??"

"I didn't mean the...you know, I'm just glad you're here with me. I know this is probably pretty weird." 

"Yeah, this doesn't exactly happen to me every day." I quickly lapsed back into Dorky Stargazer Mode. "Really, I can't believe what just happened. I don't know what to say. Ummm, I'm a big fan. Seen all your movies. Say, is Christopher Walken as cool as he seems?" 

She started to laugh and she rolled her eyes. "I'm not Alicia Silverstone."

"Oh, you're not?"

"Disappointed?"

A near fatal pause. "Uh no. NOOO". I was trying too hard. "I mean yeah at first I thought you were, but then I realized you were much prettier than her." I hoped my sweetness would trump my flaw in logic. 

She started to laugh. I liked seeing her laugh, even if it was at me. "Nice try, kiddo. Apology accepted. I get that a lot, I mean, the whole Alicia Silverstone thing. I think she's totally hot so I consider it a real compliment." 

"Well, you are beautiful no matter what." 

"Thanks, that's sweet." She pushed one side of her hair back behind her ear, which suggested to me she appreciated the complement. I was starting to pick up her non-verbal cues. Had a lot of practice in the last couple hours. "I'm Isabelle." 

"My name's Steve. Tell me something, why did you..."

"My boyfriend. Fucker. Been cheating on me for the last couple months and I'm sick of it. Figured it was time to get him back. There you were. You seemed nice. You're cute. And today was your lucky day I suppose. I feel a little better now." 

"You're gonna tell him about..."

"No, he'll never know, he'll never suspect. We're good."

"So you live here then."

"Yeah, for the next couple weeks at least. This is Kitty Carlisle's house, you know from...." 

"...To Tell the Truth, I know."

"I was helping her out full-time. Such a sweet lady, god she was beautiful when she was younger. She wanted to live to be 100, didn't quite make it though. She passed away two weeks ago. I miss her a lot. She took care of me as much as I did her". That bite of the lower lip again. Cheating boyfriend and the loss of a dear friend is more than enough pain for one person. "Soooo, looks like I'm out of a job." 


"Well, maybe you can be a stunt double in "Clueless II: The Wrath of Cher".

"Cute. Or, maybe I'll take it one day at a time and see what happens. And just so you know, my boyfriend's outta town for the next three days, and I'm still a little pissed off." 

"I'll stop talking immediately."

"Hey, where's your Sharpie?"

"Still in my pants. They're hanging over there on that IV pole." Isabelle hopped out of bed and grabbed the pen from my pants pocket. "Lay on your tummy." 

"What are doing?"

"Shush." I felt something tickling my ass. "There", she said, "you've now got the autograph of a TV star." 

"Really?" I said, with Ricky Martin Front Row Ticket giddiness returning. 

"Well, sort of. I was Cute Little White Girl in the Soda Shop on an episode of Fresh Prince of Bel-Air once. I even got Will Smith's autograph. What a sweetie!"

"He didn't sign your butt, did he?" 

The slap on my behind said no. "You said you'd stop talking immediately, right?" 

"Right."

"Good decision, Stevie!" And for the next three days, it definitely was. We had a great time. Even had lunch with Chuck Barris, you know, the host of The Gong Show. He lived next door. Unfortunately for me, Isabelle stopped being mad at her boyfriend, so 'round about the time he was heading back to LA, Isabelle and I shared a final kiss and parted company.

I think Freddie was over the fact we spent almost no time together on this vacation. He kept gushing over having seen Summer Glau at the grocery store while he was at his sister's. Yes, Freddie, she eats, too, you know. Yes, you told me you got within three feet of her. But, despite his celebrity coups: Scheck, a b-ball coach, a Mr. and Mrs. Schwarzenegger wannabe couple and a bona fide beauty, he was quick to acknowledge my Hollywood story was the one for the ages. 

Clueless



This is fiction, inspired by some people I've known but largely my own invention. It involves cheating, but not the way it's normally presented.

I'd credit a movie director, but that would give too much away.

*

I had been sitting there, all alone in my booth, for almost a quarter-hour; she was late, a little unusual in my experience, but not altogether unheard-of.

She came strolling up to the booth, skipping, almost, and clearly excited. She slid in opposite me, arranged her things to her right, and clasped her hands in front of her, almost as if in prayer.

"I have some good news," she said, sounding giddy.

I smiled thinly. "Do tell," I responded.

"You're going to be a daddy!" she exclaimed, seemingly oblivious to my lack of enthusiasm.

"Already am," I replied, still smiling. I was referring to the two children from my first marriage.

She waved it off and chuckled. "Not them! They're going to have a little sibling. Maybe a sibling-ette," she said, laughing at her own extreme cleverness.

My smile hardened. I know, because I hardened it. "No, I don't think they will."

She froze and looked at me. "Jeff, what are you talking about?"

Reaching beside me, I took hold of one of the manila envelopes I'd brought with me. I make a display of opening it, taking out the first picture, and laying it in front of her.

"Who's that?" I asked, innocently, knowing the answer.

She searched for an answer. Finally, she said, "He's an old boyfriend. Yes, I did stray. I'm so sorry. It was just, he called me and wanted closure on how we left things when we broke up, one thing and then another, and then there we were." She lowered her head, and continued, "I'm so deeply regretful."

I was silent.

She raised her head, looked me in the eye, and said, "I really do love you."

I took out the next picture, of her and the same male figure, and placed it in front of her, followed by three more.

She looked at them, blanching a bit; then her face hardened, and she said, "Okay, it was a few times. I still don't care for him at all. Can you accept that?"

I pulled out yet more pictures, of her with other men. Several other men, in fact.

She looked at them, her eyes glazing over.

Eventually she refocused on me; and with something like contempt, she said, "You're still the father of this child I'm carrying. I'll make sure you pay for its upbringing. Whether you and I are together is of no importance."

"And how do you propose to do that?" I asked.

She looked at me blankly. After a few moments of stammering, she said, "I'll destroy your reputation! A man in your position who doesn't take care of his children..."

I brought out the other manila envelope, made another display of opening it, and pulled out its lone sheet of content. I proffered it; she took it, snatched it, really, and glanced at it.

She paled even further.

It told her I was shooting blanks.

"I never mentioned I'd had a vasectomy, did I?" I asked, as innocently as I could.

She composed herself, stood, and as she left, she muttered, "Asshole."

I chuckled, gathered the papers and photos, dropped a tenner on the table, and left the restaurant.

++++++

I was feeling pretty happy as I opened the door to my house, especially as I detected the aroma of corned beef brisket and cabbage, apple pie, and other delights wafting from the kitchen.

My wife came around the corner; seeing me, she smiled, a little thinly, and hugged me a bit tentatively.

She led me into the parlor. She seemed ill-at-ease. After a moment, she said, "I got a strange call today. So who's Joanie Parham, and why does she claim she's been having an affair with you?"

I waved it off. "She's that little trollop I mentioned. Remember? The one who tried to screw up Ben MacKenzie's life?"

She relaxed visibly, and I continued, "She's tried to rope a lot of guys, seducing them and announcing fictional pregnancies. No competition for the lady I love," I said, as I leaned over and kissed her.

We both laughed.

She stood, took me by the hand and led me into the dining room. She poured two nice glasses of Chianti. She handed me one, and she took the other.

She raised her glass, and said, "To the clueless, and the entertainment value they provide."

I clinked glasses with her. "Salut," I said, "to the clueless." 



Clueless!



“It’s pitch black,” I replied. The blindfold covered my eyes and left me no opportunity to see what was happening around me what so ever.

“Good,” Jessica had a smile on her face. I could tell by her tone of voice, she was also starting to get really turned on. Well, I was now totally at her mercy, which is exactly what she wanted and explained her aroused state.

We had moved the chair for the computer from the study to our bedroom. The chair was placed at the foot of the bed so that there was a good view of it from the bed. I had sat in the chair and got relatively comfortable, I was only wearing a thong after all and the chair was cold against my buttocks and back. Jessica had then tied my hands to the arms of the chair and my ankles to two arms of the chair’s starfish shaped base. 

“Just one more thing to do,” Jessica whispered breathlessly in my right ear. This startled me as I had not sensed her moving that close to me and the sudden hot breath on my ear and the words spoken so softly had caught me totally unawares.

I felt a silk scarf draped over the top of my right knee and then brushed over my skin slowly and sensuously moving up my leg causing friction with the hairs. When the scarf reached the point on my thigh where it touched the arm of the chair, I felt it looped round and tied loosely so that my leg could not move, the same process was repeated on the other leg. I was now totally unable to strain against the scarves around my ankles to bring my knees together.

“You are really enjoying this aren’t you?” I asked pointing my head to the left where I thought Jessica was. For a few seconds there was no reply, “Jessica?”

“Yes I am!” Jessica breathed in my right ear catching me unawares again. A brief shiver ran through me at the intensity that the whisper had conveyed.

I started to try and listen harder to the noises around me, straining my hearing… the shock of a voice so close had been very strange and I wanted to know where it, or anything else, was going to come from next.

Music, damn, Jessica had put some music on! Now it was almost impossible for me to hear the low sounds of a person moving around the room.

I twitched slightly as a finger touched to top of my foot and caressed across the top of my toe and then changed sensation as a finger nail was trailed along my foot and up my shin. Just before the finger nail reached my knee, it stopped and the finger tip trailed back down to my foot and was gone.

I sat breathing as shallowly as possible trying to anticipate the next contact. It can only have been seconds but it seemed longer, a kiss was planted on my right shoulder and then the tip of a tongue trailed across my shoulder to the base of my neck. The trail of moisture left by the tip of the tongue and the breath from Jessica’s nostrils added to the sensations. The tongue continued up my neck until it reached the back of my ear and then was gone.

My pulse had increased now and as I tried to shut out the music and concentrate on other sounds to help me tell what was coming next, the blood running through my ears made more noise than anything I could hear. My lips we parted and the air moving across them made them feel tight and then relaxed as they started to dry out. I moved my tongue to lick my lips. As the tip of my tongue ran across my bottom lip Jessica’s tongue was there to meet it. I jumped and pulled back my head, but Jessica followed and kissed me full on the mouth, gently running her tongue over my lips and then parting them to seek out my own tongue.

We kissed passionately yet gently, my hands straining against their bonds as I tried to reach out to hold her. I wanted to wrap my arms around her more than ever but the scarves stopped me. God this was so frustrating, yet at the same time so fulfilling as my mind could only concentrate on Jessica’s lips and tongue leaving me wanting the rest of her body even more.

I was so lost in the kiss that I let out a cry of frustration when Jessica suddenly pulled away from me. I heard her sigh, a very long sigh of satisfaction. Jessica knew the effect that the kiss had had on me. The first stirrings of my erection inside the confines of the thong were a physical signal, but Jessica knew how much I enjoyed a passionate kiss and the emotional effect that it had on me.

“Mmm, you seem to be getting into the swing of things don’t you?” Jessica was teasing me with her words as she trailed a finger nail gently across the material of my thong making me gasp at the sudden contact and increasing the size of my erection. 

There was a brief moment of silence as the music reached a break between songs and at the exact moment the music restarted a finger tip was trailed across the top of my right foot and started to caress its way up my shin. When the finger tip reached my knee, I was expecting it to trail back the way it had come. Instead it delicately moved across the back of my knee and then moved under my thigh until it was trailing up the inside of my thigh.

My erection was now straining against the material of my thong and the finger tip was getting closer to my groin with each second. My body started to tense, waiting for the much desired touch of Jessica’s finger on my erection. At the last moment Jessica removed her finger tip from the very top of the inside of my right thigh and all the sensations stopped, seconds later as I was starting to expect something totally different the finger tip was replaced, this time on the inside of my left thigh, and started to trail back down towards my knee.

I gasped as a hand was placed gently on my groin making not only my cock but my entire body twitch. The hand started to gently massage my cock and then a second hand cupped my balls through the material of the thong and started to squeeze them delicately.


Jessica’s voice dripped with passion, “Would you like me to suck on your cock Roger?”

“Oh god yes,” I practically begged

Jessica continued to rub at my cock gently swirling her fingers around the head and then back down the shaft, all the time alternating between gripping with all her fingers and just brushing one finger lightly. I was starting to get a slight moist patch in the material of my thong, not helped by the pressure on my balls and the sheer desire to be sucked by Jessica’s hot mouth.

“Not just yet, I think,” with these words Jessica’s hands were suddenly gone from my cock and balls, leaving me groaning softly. All I wanted was Jessica’s hands on my body and her mouth on my cock. God I wanted it so much.

Again I was straining to hear any movement in the room, the music was still just enough to stop me from doing this and I was now more aware than ever of the sheer desire for contact.

A low buzzing noise suddenly started right next to my face and then the cold tip of a vibrator started to trail along my cheek and down to my neck.

“I think I will play with myself for a while before I see to you.” I could almost hear a laugh in Jessica’s voice as it moved away from me taking the vibrator with it.

Something brushed the back of my neck, within seconds I realised it was stiff nipples. Just as I worked this out the weight of Jessica’s breasts pushed into the back of my head and neck. A hand started to rub across my chest stopping to flick at my nipples as they slowly worked across my body.

“I think you are going to enjoy this next part,” Jessica’s voice was not behind me! Who the hell was behind me?

Before I could even start to phrase a question, a strange voice in my ear whispered, “Oh yeah Roger, I am gonna make your Jessica so wet and there is nothing you can do about it.”

I didn’t have the slightest clue who this other woman was but her words made my cock twitch and Jessica started to chuckle softly at the sight of this.

“Take his blindfold off Barbra,” Jessica instructed the strange woman behind me.

The hands on my chest worked their way back up my body and gently caressed my neck as the weight of the breasts lifted from me the hands vanished and the blindfold fell away. Jessica was lay on the bed on her side propped up on her left elbow with her right knee bent, she was gently teasing her nipples with her right hand.

“Hello Roger,” Jessica smiled at me as the strange woman appeared from behind me and started to move towards the bed. I was lost for words, my cock had an answer though, it twitched against the material of my thong. Barbra, who the hell was Barbra? My mind was racing. Jessica had never mentioned anyone called Barbra.

The stranger climbed onto the bed and blocked most of my view of Jessica, all I could see was this woman leaning forward to kiss Jessica full on the lips as her hand rested on Jessica’s hip. I tilted my head back and let out a low moan and noticed the mirror on the dressing table. It had been moved from the normal position, when I looked into it I could see Barbra’s face starring at me with a smile and then she winked and went back to kissing Jessica.

Slowly the two women caressed each other kissing all the time. Jessica’s hands roamed across the woman’s back and playfully squeezed her ass. Finally their lips parted and Barbra leaned down and cupped one of Jessica’s breasts in her hand, extending her tongue she started to gently swirl the tip of her tongue around the nipple,. I watched in total awe as Barbra left a glistening trail of saliva behind. Jessica let out a low moan and tipped back her head.

“She likes that Roger,” Barbra stared straight into the mirror while she spoke to me and then went back to circling Jessica’s nipple with her tongue. I was transfixed and my cock was now straining against the material of my throng and starting to ache. Slowly Barbra took the full nipple in her mouth and from the way her cheeks went hollow, was applying a lot of suction. After a few moments of this she changed to the other nipple, Jessica was breathing heavily as Barbra started to stray a hand across her stomach and lightly stroked Jessica’s shaved pubic mound.

“Oh yes, please stroke my clit, please,” Jessica was squeezing Barbra’s ass in a determined manner as she practically begged this strange woman to finger her.

“Yeah, stroke her clit," I echoed.

“Are you going to tell our poor little voyeur over there all about it while I do?” Barbra asked Jessica in a mocking tone as she continued to run her fingers over Jessica’s pubic mound.

“Yes, just please stroke my clit,” Jessica breathed heavily and then gasped as Barbra lowered her hand and placed one finger firmly between Jessica’s cunt lips and started to stroke her clit with short circular motions.

“Oh she is so wet Roger,” Barbra glanced in the mirror to make sure she had my full attention and then placed her mouth back on Jessica’s nipple. I was breathing heavily and yearning for a taste of Jessica’s juices, but in no position to do anything about it.

“Oh god Roger, she is really teasing my clit and her mouth feels fantastic on my nipples,” Jessica was breathing really heavy now and starting to gasp a little. Barbra kept up the motion on Jessica’s clit with one finger and started to alternate between licking and sucking each nipple.

Barbra suddenly increased the pace of her finger on Jessica’s clit and caused a visible twitch in Jessica’s hips and her heavy breathing turned into low moans.

“Yes, that’s it Barbra, oh god that’s gonna make me come, please don’t stop.” Jessica was clinging to Barbra’s ass now.

Barbra stopped liking on Jessica’s nipple and looked in the mirror at my face. “Don’t tell me, tell Roger.”

“She is going to make me come on her fingers Roger, my god she is making me so wet!” Jessica said through her moaning and her increased hip movement. I 

Seconds later Jessica exploded in orgasm. “Ohhhh, I am coming Roger, I am coming on Barbra’s fingerssssss. Mmmmmmm, YES.” Jessica threw her head back as she uttered the last word and practically screamed it.

Barbra stood up off the bed and walked towards me with her finger waving in the air in front of her. I could see Jessica’s juices glistening on the finger and waited, hoping that I would get to taste them.

“Mmmmm, I think you should taste this,” Barbra held her finger in front of my face. As I darted my tongue out to, she moved the finger away and sucked on it herself. I gasped in utter frustration.

“Oh yes, that was just beautiful”, Barbra’s face broke out in a wicked smile as she finished cleaning Jessica’s juices from her finger. Turning her back to me, Barbra knelt down at the end of the bed and practically dragged Jessica by the ankles towards herself so that she was knelt between Jessica’s spread legs.

“Hold those knees up Jessica, I am going to lick you while Roger sits there and has to watch.” Barbra pushed Jessica’s legs up towards her chest and held them there until Jessica put her hands behind her knees.

Slowly at first Barbra started to lick the back of Jessica’s thighs moving towards her exposed and glistening cunt inch by tantalising inch. All the time she was doing this Barbra stared straight at me as I sat watching. I was almost as desperate for Barbra to start licking Jessica’s cunt as she was. The moans of delight at the teasing Jessica was receiving made this blatantly obvious.

After what seemed like an eternity Barbra’s tongue gently brushed against Jessica’s lips and gently parted them. Barbra stuck her tongue straight out and began to fuck Jessica slowly. I sighed, the tension of waiting finally over. Jessica was not so subtle in her reaction.

“Oh god, YES! Fuck me with your tongue”, Jessica panted the words out as her hips started to push up as best they could from her position, straining to get the tongue as deep in her cunt as possible.

“Oh Jesus, she is tongue fucking my cunt so good Roger,” Jessica was leaning up off the bed trying to make eye contact with me.

“I know, it looks fantastic,” my voice was wavering slightly when I said this and the wet patch in my thong was getting bigger at a faster rate now.

Barbra kept on pushing her tongue deep into Jessica. I leant my head back and breather deeply, the smell of sex filling my lungs and Jessica’s moans getting louder with each thrust of Barbra’s tongue.

Barbra sensed Jessica getting close to coming and changed tactic. Her tongue moved up to Jessica’s clit and started to gently tease it as she slipped two fingers into Jessica’s soaking wet cunt. That was enough. Jessica came really hard.

“Ohhhh God, YES, Ohhhh my, ohhhhh….”, Jessica’s voice trailed off into nothing as her hips bucked and Barbra kept on teasing her clit with just the tip of her tongue. Finally Jessica’s orgasm subsided and her breath came in great gasps.

Barbra stood up and turned to me and again pointed her fingers at me, this time covered in even more juices. Without saying a word Barbra reached out with her other hand and grasped my hair so that my head couldn’t move. The fingers covered in juices where then wiped onto the top of my cheeks just below my eyes. I could feel the heat on her fingers and smell Jessica’s juices, but try as I might I could not reach them with my tongue.

“Come over her Jessica,” Barbra looked over her shoulder to see if Jessica was moving, “kneel in front of Roger, I have something for you to do.”

Barbra hooked a finger in the top of my thong and turned her back to me.

“Get down here and hold this cock,” Barbra pulled my thong aside and my cock finally sprang free, making a slapping noise as it hit my stomach. I nearly came on the spot when I felt a hand curl around my cock. I looked down to see Jessica staring wide eyed at my cock and Barbra’s cunt.

“Hold it steady, I am going to fuck your man while you lick my clit.” Barbra was lowering her hips over my groin as she spoke and I suddenly felt the warmth of her cunt lips on my cock and let out a long moan as she lowered herself onto me. My cock started to twitch and Barbra started to work her muscles on my cock. There was no way I was going to last very long, try as I might.

“Now lick my clit while I fuck myself with your man’s cock,” Barbra almost hissed the words. Seconds later she started to rise and fall slowly on my cock and I felt Jessica’s tongue brushing against me as she tried to lick Barbra’s moving clit.

I was losing control, “Oh shit, oh fuck,” my breathing was ragged and my cock felt like it was going to explode. My eyes closed and my world consisted entirely of the heat and pressure on my cock.

“Ahhhhh Jesussss,” I exploded. I was gasping for air, my cock twitching four times inside Barbra, as I flooded her cunt with all my pent up spunk.

Barbra just pushed down onto me and swirled her hips constantly flexing her muscles on my cock.

“Now lick his spunk out of me Jessica,” Barbra lifted of my wilting cock and slid her hips forwards onto the top of my thighs, “don’t swallow though, we have to share it!”

I was slowly recovering from my orgasm as Jessica started to lap at Barbra’s cunt.

“Mmmm, she lick’s cunt really well Roger, I bet she has done this before.” Barbra was looking back over her shoulder at me as she teased me with her words.

Moments later Barbra suddenly stood up and pulled Jessica to her feet, “Now kiss him Jessica, share my cunt juices and his spunk with each other.” Barbra pushed Jessica towards me.

Jessica kissed me full on the lips and our tongues intertwined. I could taste the sweetness of cunt juices mixed with the slightly salty tang of my spunk. My hands strained against the scarves holding me to the chair as I tried to wrap my arms around Jessica, her hands brushed against my chest. 

Jessica pulled back and smiled at me, “Did you enjoy that Roger?”

Just as I was about to answer I heard the click of the bedroom door, as I looked towards it Barbra was stepping out of the room and closing the door behind her.

“You bet I enjoyed it, but who is Barbra?” I stared at Jessica waiting for an answer.

Jessica reached down and started to untie my wrists from the chair, “Oh just someone I met at the gym, we have been ‘friendly’ for a while. Hopefully we can all be a lot friendlier in the future.”

I smiled, “Oh I hope so!”

We both laughed and Jessica kissed me again but this time I really could wrap my arms around her.

The End



Clueless Camping



When you're eighteen years old, about to graduate from high school, and have a long summer of relaxation and fun in front of you, the last thing you want is for your whole world to be turned upside down. And you certainly don't want it to happen the way it did to me. Loud shouting from the hall woke me around midnight, and before I'd worked out that the agitated voices belonged to my father and my twin brother, the latter had left the house and slammed the front door behind him. Moments later I heard his car start and take off down the road with a roar. What on earth had happened?

Years of experience with my father's temper had taught me not to get involved, so I turned my back to the door and tried to breathe evenly. I could still hear his voice raging with a few pauses where I'm sure my mother tried to calm him down. A few minutes later my door was gently opened and the distinct perfume of my mother revealed that she was checking on me as expected. I stayed still and she quickly closed the door and went back down. I could easily imagine how she persuaded him to return to the living room, where he'd pace up and down and rant.

I lay awake for some time, expecting my brother to return, but he didn't. The next thing I knew my mother woke me up at half past nine, when she entered my room with a suitcase and began packing my clothes. "Get up, Russell, and go take a shower." She dumped a pile of clean clothes on the bed next to me, and I noticed they were my favorite jeans, a nice shirt and some of my more expensive underwear and socks. "Hurry up, your father had to go to an important meeting at the bank, and we need to be gone, before he gets back." Even as I stared at her in shock, I obeyed. 

My mother very rarely exercised her authority but when she did, Kristin, my older sister, Evan, my twin brother, and I never hesitated to do as we were told. Especially if we knew it might prevent one of my father's rages. When I got back from the bathroom carrying my toothbrush and my shaver, Mum shook her head. "No, put them back. You can buy new stuff when you arrive. I don't want it to be obvious that we've left." I looked at my wardrobe and could see that she'd left almost half my clothes and augmented them with some of my brother's old stuff.

"Put some of your favorite books in the suitcase and the one you're reading in your backpack, and give me your phone and your credit card. Leave the laptop. Any mementoes you want to bring?" I started to shake my head, but then I went over to the bookshelf and grabbed the thick photo book that documented my fifteen years as a carefree identical twin. Mum didn't say anything, but tears filled her eyes and she gave me a quick hug. Then she added the books to the suitcase and closed it. I put on the nice shoes I rarely wore and my mother took my jacket and my backpack, while I lugged the suitcase downstairs.

We went directly to the double garage and I noticed my mother had already placed a smaller suitcase in the trunk. I added mine on top and watched as she switched off my iPhone and dumped it in a metal box. Closing the lid she hid it in a thick envelope and stuffed it into an old safe in the back of the garage. She closed the safe again and muttered something about 'not able to track it in there, I hope'. I knew she was thinking of the tracker which both my phone and my laptop had. "Get in the car, Russell, and don't switch on the GPS."

Again I obeyed without question and my mother backed the car out, closed the garage door with the remote and drove off. Soon we were on the highway and when we were cruising at just above speed limit, she finally seemed to relax. Maybe now I'd get an explanation about the fight and the flight. Including where the hell we were going. I did or at least partly, and it was worse than I thought. "Your twin brother and your father had a major disagreement last night. I can't tell you what about, but Evan has left for good and won't be coming back." I stared at her, completely speechless, and out of all the confused questions in my head a stupid one popped out.

"But what about our birthday party on Friday?" Not that I really cared about the huge event which was meant to celebrate Evan and me turning nineteen. It would just be another occasion for people to compare us, and shake their heads sadly (mainly our older relatives) or look at me with scorn or ignore me completely (the younger guests). But also an opportunity for me to observe Evan as he moved around confidently, charming people, getting admiring glances from girls, joking with the guys. A chance for me to pretend I was him, my handsome successful twin and not a pale, plump, useless imitation.

I hated mirrors, but I loved looking at Evan. His auburn hair was artfully tousled, and his green eyes sparkled from under finely arched brows. He has a classical nose and his beautifully shaped mouth smiled often to show perfect white teeth. Neither of us was tall, but still above average height, and my fit and sports loving twin carried himself in a way to make him seem six foot. Evan had come home from college two days ago for my graduation which was tomorrow, and for the party. Now he'd left, and my mother refused to tell me why. But apparently it was serious enough for us to leave as well. "Mum, why are we running away? And where are we going?" 

She shot me a quick look, and pointed out the window at the sign saying Miami International Airport. "We're getting on a flight to JFK, and once we're there, I'll go talk to Kristin." That made sense, as my six year older sister had gone to college in New York, and she was still living and working in the City. My father was extremely proud that Kristin was doing well in the banking business. But then my mother spoke the words which really had my whole world falling apart. "You're continuing to Newark and getting on a one-way flight to Denmark, and you're not to contact me or anyone else over here. Stay away from Facebook and no mails or texts or anything. My cousin Jacob will pick you up, when you arrive in Copenhagen and you're to do exactly as he says."

I felt like I was going to throw up. She was packing me off to her relatives in Denmark, and I'm not talking about South Carolina, but fucking Europe!! The one place I had sworn never to return to. The country where my childhood and happiness had ended almost four years ago. I wanted to scream and object, but my mother knew exactly how to evoke my compliance. "Russell, your father is furious with Evan and he wants to force him to come back home and well," her face got an icy look I'd never seen before. It scared the hell out of me. "I'm afraid he'll stop at nothing to get his way, and you know that if he threatens you or harms you, Evan will do anything."

Oh yeah, of that I'd no doubt. I'd seen my brother take on bullies almost twice his size and reduce them to a whimpering mess. Amongst my twin's many accomplishments were high level self-defense skills and absolutely no tolerance for people who teased his weaker and younger brother. Only by two minutes at birth but by now the difference felt like the year which separated us in high school. Evan was fiercely protective of me, and I loved him more than anything in the world. If hiding in Denmark would help him, I'd do it. No matter how much I hated the idea.

I knew my father could track me down at some point, because there'd be records of my passenger name and oh damn: "Mum, how will we buy the ticket to Denmark without leaving a trail?" She gave me a grim look and the single word CASH. When she pointed at her handbag on the floor in front of me, I picked it up and opened it. There were two fat envelopes filled with 100 dollar notes and she told me to put one in the neck wallet with my passport and hide it under my shirt. Now I knew why she made me wear a dark blue top.

I won't go into details about the nightmare of international flights, but less than 30 hours later I exited the airport terminal in Copenhagen and looked around with bleary and jet lagged eyes. In fact I could hardly remember what my mother's cousin Jacob looked like. He was actually Kristin's age, because his mother was the youngest sister in a family of seven siblings, of which my grandfather was the oldest. Surprisingly enough he was an only child, since the family was Catholic just as my father's. But I think Jacob's dad was Lutheran or whatever the Danish state religion was.

Anyway, I need not have worried, because a voice called my name and then I was hugged, long and hard. When Jacob finally let me go and stepped back, I got my first look at the tall, blond, blue-eyed Viking, who grinned happily and grabbed my suitcase. Great, another self-confident hunk destined to make me feel ugly, inadequate and introverted. I wanted to cry, but I bit my lip and followed docilely as my Danish host led me to the end of the terminal building.

We got on the Metro train and I looked out at the landscape until the train plunged underground. It was the second week of May and spring seemed to be in the early stages this far north. Most of the flushed trees were pale green and many were still naked. We only rode a few stops, maybe ten, and got off at Christianshavn station. Jacob explained that he had a small flat in the area and I nodded without speaking. He seemed to get that I wasn't feeling sociable and mostly left me alone. Though I did catch him studying me intently a couple of times.

In his flat he told me to take a shower and crash out on his bed after I declined eating anything. "I'll wake you up in four or five hours and then we can have a meal and talk." Zombie-like I obeyed, collecting my wits enough to get a clean pair of briefs and a T-shirt from my suitcase before going into the bathroom. The hot water felt wonderful and I enjoyed the soaking for a while before washing with the body shampoo on the small shower shelf. Drying off I dressed and stumbled back into the bedroom. Jacob had a huge double bed with two duvets and I snuggled under one of them and let sleep claim me.

I was woken from a nightmare involving me running through a dark forest with a monster behind me bellowing in my father's deep tones and a shadow beside me imploring me to get away. I wasn't sure whether it had Evan's or my mother's voice. "Russell, wake up. Wake up man, you're having a bad dream." Jacob's calm tenor and the warm hand on my shoulder extracted me from the terror of my dream and I rolled over on my back and squinted at him. His blue eyes held more compassion and caring than I was used to seeing from any male except my twin. When his hand moved up to push my long hair away from my face, I felt as if I'd been granted another protective brother.

A much older, mature and somewhat domineering brother, as it turned out, but I didn't mind. Having someone else take charge and make decisions for me was almost a relief, even if I actually resented most of the choices he made. Because the talk we had while eating was more Jacob telling me about the plans he'd made for the summer. We were going to tour around Denmark with backpacks and a tent, and we'd mainly be hiking or cycling or canoeing. I wanted to tell him that he had the wrong twin. Evan would've loved the idea, but I hated being outdoors and doing physical stuff.

However, Jacob's reasons were irrefutable. "We need to be away from cities and larger towns, and not even my mum knows my plan. We can't stay in hotels where they want ID, though if the weather is bad, we can probably get away with using hostels or smaller inns where they're less fussy. I'll call home occasionally to find out what's going on, and hopefully we can come back after a few weeks. Unless you want to continue our holiday in the Danish countryside." The big grin came out again, and I couldn't help giving Jacob a small smile back. He was so exuberant and enthusiastic it was hard to stay morose. Though why he'd feel happy about dragging an unfit, chubby, and reluctant cousin around remained a mystery to me.

In addition, I wasn't convinced that all of this cloak-and-dagger stuff was necessary. I'd thought about it during the ten hour flight and by now my mother's reaction seemed excessive. I'd gone along with the trip to Denmark to placate her, and maybe it was wise for me to be out of my father's immediate reach. But why did we have to hide in the jungle? Okay, not that Denmark had anything resembling remote wild areas, one of the other Scandinavian countries would probably be better in that respect. Anyway, what could my father do if he found me? I was a legal adult and he couldn't drag me home, could he? Hmm, better not put that to the test.

I was still tired, so I went back to bed around eleven at night and promptly fell asleep. I woke the next morning feeling a lot better, even if I was momentarily confused by my surroundings. The curtains on the window were not quite closed and I could see that the sun was shining. Muted sounds of traffic and someone snoring softly reached my ears. There was an intriguing scent, which... Shit. I turned over to face the middle of the bed, and there next to me was Jacob, fast asleep. I don't know whether to blame my jetlag or the confusing events leading to me being here, but I'd honestly not thought about the fact that we'd be sharing his bed.

I told myself not to worry about it, why should I? After all, Jacob seemed to think that it was no big deal, as he hadn't even commented on it. And I'd shared a bed with Evan now and then, when we visited relatives who were short on space. Also, Jacob and I would soon be sleeping together in a small tent, and being under separate duvets was almost as private as sleeping bags. Yet, somehow it was different, and I tried to work out why. Was it because Jacob had kicked off his cover to reveal that he slept in nothing but boxer briefs? Or was it the fact that he was virtually a stranger and I was studying him while he slept?

Jacob was certainly worth a second glance, and I bet he had girls drooling over him all the time. Hmm, wonder if there was a girlfriend and how she'd feel about him going off for several weeks with a stupid cousin from Florida? His body was muscular and tanned, with a profusion of blond chest hair and a thin trail leading from his navel and into his underwear. Which by the way was tenting in a most impressive manner, and I found myself wondering if Jacob was uncut like Evan and me. Suddenly I realized I was ogling my cousin's morning wood and I blushed with shame. Turning my back quickly I closed my eyes and tried to ignore my own erection too.

For some reason the memory of one of the few good father-and-son conversations I'd had came to mind. When Evan and I were seven and facing the school year where we'd start having PE and maybe doing sports with communal showers, our father had sat down and prepared us for the questions and teasing we might face. "In America a lot of boys are circumcised. That means you remove the foreskin of the penis, which is the fancy word for your willies. In fact I'm cut, but you two aren't. Your mother considers the custom barbaric and she made me promise that if we ever had sons, I'd let you keep your natural equipment."

Evan and I had glanced at each other, and I knew we were both pleased. Not just to know why we were different, but that our mother had stood up to my father. I guess we'd thought it was impossible. "In fact she was so adamant that it was put into our marriage agreement as a legitimate reason for divorce. So I want you boys to know that any annoying attention you suffer from this is completely her fault. Anyway, you should just tell anyone who dares to comment that the way you look is how God made you." He sneered, "And that they are the unnatural ones, especially since they go around looking at other boys' intimate parts." Evan and I nodded and to my father that was the end of the matter.

Thankfully, comments were few and far between, and Evan fielded most of them with a joke. By the time we were teenagers no one seemed to care, though I don't know how Evan dealt with the problem in high school. I was exempt from PE and sports due to my health problems, so I never had to face the gauntlet of communal showers in my late teens. Maybe the fact that we went to rather strict Catholic schools also helped. Luckily it wasn't a boys only once we got to high school, so the attention of my class mates were probably more on girls and their attributes rather than minor differences in male equipment.

I liked having girls in the school too, even if I realized that none of them would be interested in me. Their presence created a different dynamic in class, and though some of them were rather bitchy, they usually treated me well. Not because they liked me, but they sure did care about what Evan thought of them. And once my twin had proven a few times what he would do if anyone, male or female, bothered me, they got the point. Or maybe it was the fact that the first girl, who was nice to me and eventually became my friend, got invited to the Junior Prom as Evan's date, much to the consternation and envy of the girls in his own year.

By the end of my junior year and Evan's senior year, Charlotte and I were good enough friends that we went to our Junior Prom together. I told her that if she got invited by anyone else, I'd be fine with pretending to go on my own and then just get 'sick' on the actual night. She told me not to be stupid, and that she preferred me to the other guys in our year. "You're a proper gentleman, Russell. Always kind and attentive and you never try to take advantage of me." Her compliments made me proud, but indeed I'd never gone beyond a chaste kiss on her cheek and the occasional hug if one of us felt sad (mostly me). But then after all she wasn't my girlfriend.

Though from what she confided in me, other guys didn't let that stop them, if opportunity arose. Not that there was too much possibility of something bad happening, as our school dances and other events were heavily chaperoned. And like me Charlotte didn't go on dates outside school, mostly because her parents were even more strict Catholics than mine. When I asked her if she minded not being able to have a boyfriend she laughed. "I'm not falling into the trap of getting married young and having a horde of kids. I'm going to law school and afterwards I'll work in my dad's firm. Maybe when I'm around thirty, I'll start looking for a husband."

I had no doubt she'd achieve her goals; Charlotte Nichols was a firm minded person. Not like me, but maybe we got along so well, because I didn't mind her bossing me around. On the other hand she had a lot of tact, so she never tried to bug me about exercising or dressing nicer or being more outgoing. Things I had to endure from relatives and other 'friends'. Charlotte and I also went to our Senior Prom together, and I think that's one of the few times my father had a compliment for me. As I left, he actually patted my shoulder and gave me his tight lipped smile. "I'm glad to see that you're better at choosing a proper girl than your twin, and more constant too. I approve of Ms Nichols, and you're very lucky to be dating her."

Having distracted myself sufficiently with thoughts of Charlotte and other things, I slipped out of the bed and went for a pee in the bathroom. When I got back, Jacob was awake. To my relief he was sitting up with the duvet around his hips, and when he mentioned breakfast, the rumble from my stomach made us both laugh, thus dispelling any leftover awkwardness. Having eaten he dragged me to the Metro to go shopping for hiking boots, a backpack, a sleeping bag, and other stuff for our trip. Home again he helped me pack and did his own packing, because we were setting off in the afternoon.

When I hoisted the backpack on my shoulders, I thought I'd fall down, it was so heavy. But I couldn't complain, because Jacob had our tent, cooking gear and field rations on top of his own stuff. We took a bus to the Central Station and caught a train to Jutland, the part of Denmark that's attached to mainland Europe. I forget where we got off after changing to a local train. Jacob had booked a room for us in a small inn not too far from the station. 'Not far' meaning almost three miles and more than an hour's walk! The room was probably not in Jacob's name, but I didn't care. It had twin beds and after eating a meal at the inn, I was more than ready to crash. Jacob let me go up to the room before him, so I could take a shower and be in bed, before he turned in.




Clueless Camping



Next morning we set off into the countryside. Apparently Jacob had decided to start me out gently, because we walked to a place where we could rent a canoe. On the other hand he wanted us to paddle over several lakes, so that meant work, even if we were going downstream. Jacob said that the lakes were part of a waterway called Gudenåen, a name that meant creek-dedicated-to-the-gods. In spite of the epithet Å, which is a weird Danish letter and a word for stream or creek, this was actually the longest river of Denmark. I was relieved when he told me we wouldn't paddle the whole length.

That day only across three lakes, and we'd take a break at Himmelbjerget, which could mean Skymountain or Heaven Mountain. Strange, I didn't think Denmark had any mountains. Being in the front of the canoe I missed the twinkle in Jacob's eyes when he translated the name. After a bit of instruction I found paddling relatively easy. Jacob steered thus all I had to do was add speed. The weather was partly cloudy, so it wasn't too hot, and the quiet surroundings and rhythmic stokes made an almost hypnotic calm descend on me. Convenient because the third lake, Julsø, was fucking huge and took forever to navigate.

I kept looking out for something even vaguely resembling a mountain or just a high hill. Nope, nothing but some forest covered slopes. So I was surprised when Jacob steered us to a landing on the south side of the lake and announced that we were at the bottom of Himmelbjerget. This time I caught the smirk on his face. However, once he'd made me climb all the way to the top including up the small tower, I conceded that it was a steep hill. One of the highest points in the country and the view over the lakes was indeed breathtaking. So I guess this was the closest you could get to the sky (or heaven) on your own legs here in Denmark.

We ate lunch at the picnic grounds, sandwiches we'd made at the inn and drinks purchased at the small kiosk. We had fun laughing about the silly souvenirs, but Jacob actually bought me a patch for my backpack. "Happy Birthday, Russell. We'll attach it tonight. I'm buying one every place we visit, then you'll have a memory of this holiday." Of course he also took pictures with his small digital camera, but the little cloth patches would be tangible reminders. Jacob was such a considerate guy. I felt I could really get to like him, even if he did make me spend time outside. The break from the paddling was welcome too, and meant that I could continue without too much grumbling about the length of Julsø.

So we made it to Jacob's chosen camping spot fairly early in the afternoon. Good thing too, because setting up the tent and cooking a meal on camping gear took us a while. Mostly because I didn't have a clue, but Jacob seemed to have endless patience with my clumsy efforts. He insisted that we take a walk in the forest before starting dinner. "Come on Russell, the beech wood is at its best right now. Just flushed and with all the white anemones on the forest floor." I had to admit that the sheer light green foliage was vibrant in a way I'd never seen before. As we walked along the path following the lake edge Jacob kept chatting.

"These trees probably flushed in the past day or two, because the anemones are still in full bloom. They're adapted to flowering before the bud break of beech, so they can take advantage of the sun light. Actually most of the plants in beech forests are early spring flowers or very shade tolerant. That's because once the canopy closes, hardly any light reaches the forest floor. Not like oak forests, they've a lot of undergrowth." He suddenly looked at me. "Am I boring you? Just tell me to shut up, if you get fed up with the lecture."

I smiled, because it was actually pretty cool to have him rambling on. It saved me from having to come up with intelligent conversation. "No, it's fine, but how come you know so much about trees and stuff?"

Jacob seemed baffled. "My dad's a forester, I thought you knew that?" I shook my head, but didn't want to tell him I'd forgotten most of my previous stay in Denmark. Partly on purpose as I tried to suppress any reminder of the awful time that followed. I was pleased when Jacob shrugged and went on with explaining that Danes loved beech forests in spring. "We have a saying 'Håbet er lysegrønt' which means 'The color of hope is light green' and I'm convinced it's because the sight of woods like this fill us with the joy of spring, and renewal of life, and hope for the future."

Looking at the beauty of the forest around us, I could see his point. In any other situation I'd have considered this shade of green as too bright and artificial. But the soft, green leaves moving in the breeze and being caught by the sun were undeniably natural. As we walked on Jacob told me some more things, ending with: "The beech is our national tree, too. Though a lot of people voted for the oak. We even sing about the beech tree in our national anthem." 

This time I was almost certain Jacob was pulling my leg. "You're not serious, are you?"

"I sure am; both the first and the last stanza mention the beech tree and the sea as important to Denmark." Before I could reply, Jacob started on the song. It was slightly weird standing in this beech grove on the edge of a lake with a blond Viking singing lustily. I noticed that he had a strong tenor, and even if I couldn't understand the words and the melody wasn't particularly catchy, somehow the whole experience sent a shiver down my spine. Afterwards Jacob explained that the last stanza said that Denmark would last as long as the blue seas reflected the beech trees on the coast. Like I said: weird, but cute too. And better than Happy Birthday to You, a song I hated.

So, on my 19th birthday I had more fresh air and physical activity than in the past year put together. By the time we'd washed up after our meal, I was exhausted. Jacob seemed to realize that and he got out the thin self-inflatable mattress he'd made me buy. It was only about an inch thick, but seemed fairly comfortable. I brushed my teeth, got in the tent and closed the zip. I stripped down and checked myself for ticks, then put on a clean T-shirt and boxers and crawled into my sleeping bag. I was asleep within minutes and never noticed Jacob getting inside the tent with me. When I woke the next morning, he was already up and preparing breakfast. It seemed to be a sunny day.

When I sat up, a groan escaped my lips. I was so sore! My arms were aching from paddling, my legs from walking, and my back from sleeping on the ground. I managed to crawl out of the sleeping bag and put some shorts, socks and sandals on. As I left the tent and crabbed my way over to the log, where we'd sat for our evening meal, I uttered some more moans. My evil cousin just grinned. "Something wrong, Russell? You feeling a bit worn out?" I glared at him and mumbled something nasty about fucking crazy Danes with stupid plans. To my surprise Jacob got up and moved behind me. 

I tensed a bit when his hands landed on my shoulders and he started rubbing them. But the massage felt so good and I guess I was so unused to casual kindness or TLC that I just sort of melted whenever Jacob showed his considerate side. "I'm sorry if I pushed you too much yesterday, Russell. But we'll stay here for a couple of days, and just relax and only go for short trips." With a final pat on my shoulder he went over to the small camp fire, and soon we were eating hard boiled eggs and rugbrød (rye bread) together with a couple of sausages left over from last night and huge mugs of sweet tea.

The next few days were calm and unremarkable, but somehow never boring. Jacob always knew interesting things about the nature around us, and he'd point out birds or identify plants and trees I'd never seen before. Or at least didn't remember seeing before. Whenever thoughts of my last visit popped into my head, I felt the familiar black mood descend on me. But unlike at home, where I could mope for hours, I was soon distracted, either by Jacob's voice or the turn of the river opening up a new view, as we paddled downstream past the town of Silkeborg on the third day.

At one point we went along a patch of trees which looked strange. They were still naked, but unlike some of the other unflushed trees we'd seen, this part of the wood seemed different. Maybe because some of the trees near the river were clearly dead. Two trunks had fallen over, and I spotted a woodpecker busy with digging out something from one of the standing dead trees. I turned in the canoe to get Jacob's attention and pointed at the forest. "What kind of trees are they? Are they just really late in coming out?"

The expression on my cousin's face was a strange mixture of amusement and regret. Sort of like he knew something funny and the joke was on me, but then he turned serious and actually steered the canoe over to the bank so he could explain. "They're ash trees, and yes they flush very late in spring just as the oaks do." I nodded, because I remembered how he'd shown me a group of old oaks in the forest on one of our walks. "But the reason they look strange and half dead is because they're sick. My dad told me there's this new disease which is decimating ash trees all over Europe. It's a bit like Dutch Elm Disease, except this fungus doesn't kill the trees directly, unless they're just small plants."

Jacob pointed up in crowns of the ashes. "The ash dieback fungus kills all the young twigs and then the trees make new shoots from the older branches or even from the stem. That's why they have all those long shoots standing straight up from the branches." Now that he'd explained, I could see that the bushy appearance of the tree tops was part of the reason I'd found them strange looking. And I could see that some of them had twigs coming out from the trunk, making them look slightly fuzzy. Many of the youngest trees were clearly dead, the bark cracking or falling off.

Jacob scowled at the forest and shook his head. "Most of the Danish foresters are going crazy, trying to cut the ash trees and sell the timber before it loses its value. But this stand is probably a protected ash habitat, so they can't log it. Or maybe it's just too wet and difficult for loggers to handle. Anyway, my dad says that outside the forests, ash trees also get sick but most of them can probably live for a long time with the disease. There's some biological reason for that, but I'm not sure what it is."

He shrugged and looked at me to see if I was getting bored, but as usual I found the subject fascinating. I may not want to run around outside and do all sorts of physical stuff, but I liked to watch nature programs and read about it. "I remember reading about this bug which has gotten into ash trees on the east coast. They are spending millions trying to get rid of it. It's called ehm..." I wrinkled my brow trying to recall the name, but all that came to mind was this picture of a bright green insect and the abbreviation EAB. But apparently Jacob knew what I was thinking off.

"You mean Emerald Ash Borer?" At my nod, he scowled again. "Yeah, my dad has talked about it too. Apparently we don't have it in Europe yet, except it's present around Moscow, and the Russians aren't doing enough to eradicate it. So the beetle is making its way west. And of course there's always the risk of having it introduced directly from Asia in spite of the trade regulations and rules that are meant to prevent that." Jacob looked like he was getting pretty agitated now, and I suddenly realized we'd managed to get into a matter he cared about.

He must have guessed from my face that I wanted to know more. Which I did, in a way, but actually it was also because I enjoyed watching him get all animated and almost emotional. In the few days we'd spent together, Jacob had been calm and considerate, but somehow also a bit remote and apprehensive. As if he was waiting for me to either yell at him or take the initiative in talking. Well, Evan might, but even before we began living different lives, I'd never been comfortable with approaching people or starting conversations. I doubt anyone noticed, since my twin and I were a matched set, and he always got me included in the fun. Until I got sick...

All of this was part of the random thoughts popping up in the back of my head as I listened to Jacob ranting about the danger of 'invasive species'. I almost giggled at the first thing which came to mind, the sort of sci-fi alien invaders devastating Earth and killing innocent humans. But I soon realized that humans were the bad guys here. "You know how people worry about global warming and the consequences like more hurricanes or higher sea levels? Well, the real threats to nature and biodiversity aren't climate changes, but global trade, travel, and too many humans." I looked at him with incomprehension; what did that have to do with the invasion subject?

Jacob went on with explaining how most animals, plants, insects and diseases that were invasive got moved from one continent to another because of international trade. Often it was ornamental plants, but also in wood packaging around all kinds of goods. "There're control measures to prevent this, but implementing them costs money for the production places. We're focused on buying as cheap as possible, and one easy way to be competitive on prices is to cut corners on safety. Usually work place safety but also things like heat treatment of wood or inspection of plants before export." I suddenly remembered a small headline about a factory in China catching fire and lots of workers dying because the emergency exits had been deliberately locked. Scary stuff.

Jacob dug out two cans of coke and some snacks which we shared as he told me stories about invasive species. Mostly how humans had wrecked a lot of damage on nature by introducing plants or animals either deliberately or by accident, without realizing the consequences before it was too late. Some of the examples like the cane toad in Australia had me laughing about the stupidity of man, in spite of the inherent biodiversity disaster which wasn't funny at all. I noticed that whenever Jacob made me laugh or react strongly to his tales, his face lit up with a grin or he'd look pleased. When we continued down the river, he seemed more relaxed and happy in my company. 

It reminded me of my mum's advice from one of the few times I'd admitted hating socializing. "Don't worry about not being talkative like Evan. Just ask questions about their interests. People love a good listener." As we arrived at the camping site that afternoon, Jacob told me we were close to the bog where the Grauballe Man was found. "He's in a museum in Aarhus, maybe we'll have a chance to go and see him." I wrinkled my nose, not really sure whether I wanted to see the prehistoric corpse of a human sacrifice. But once again Jacob's skills and enthusiasm in telling a story captivated me. He really did go out of his way to try and keep me amused, and I found myself wondering why.

Not that I didn't appreciate being distracted from the events that had brought me here. Anything which kept my mind from dwelling on my father's probable anger at me running away, speculating on what Evan had done, or worry about how my mum was dealing with the situation, made me grateful. But none of it made sense. When we lay in the tent that night I decided to ask him. "Jacob, I appreciate you're doing this, but why?" We had a torch hanging from the tent pole and I could see his confused face. "I mean I'm sure you've better things to do than take some distant relative camping. Like be with your friends or something."

Somehow his smile was sad, or maybe the shadows cast by the light made me imagine things. "Before your mum called, I was going to work most of the summer, to save up for a trip abroad in the fall." He held up his hand to stop me from apologizing. "She's compensating me for the money I'm losing, but this isn't about money. I'd have done it no matter what. Though getting paid to do what I like for a holiday for weeks is cool. Don't you understand, Russell? I owe you. I'd do anything to make up for what happened last time you were here." 

I stared at him, numb with shock, as a couple of tears ran down his face. "What do you mean?"

He frowned and sniffed. "Don't you remember? I was the one who took you and Evan on a hiking trip on Bornholm that summer. I forgot to warn you about the ticks and the risk of TBE. Evan and I dumped our clothes and took a swim in the sea when we got back. But you didn't and when the itching made you notice the two ticks some hours later, it was too late. You were already infected. Fucking hell Russell, you nearly died, and it was entirely my fault!" Jacob buried his face in his hands and cried.

Suddenly, it was like our roles were reversed. The handsome, confident man, who'd been in charge of me, was reduced to a sobbing wreck, haunted by remorse and guilt I didn't even recall. It would be so easy to blame him and hate him for the months I'd spent bedridden and weak. For the lost chance of being with Evan, being like my twin brother in high school, instead of the pale washed-out shadow with a slight limp, a duller wit, and the remains of a heart flutter, which emerged from rehab nine months later. The doctors had assured me that the aftereffects of my initial TBE and the subsequent complications due to a later infection would eventually go away.

The last of my biannual checkups at the start of my senior year confirmed that I was back to normal health, but it was too late by then. I was boring, overweight, introverted, unattractive, shy and moody. I managed to stay out of PE, because my year had already been planned, and I saw no reason to try to catch up with Evan. It would never happen anyway. I suddenly heard my own voice, distant and cold. "So you're just taking care of me out of pity, then?" Jacob's head jerked up and his gaze was so heated, I recoiled.

"Fuck no Russell. The summer I spent with you, Evan and Kristin was wonderful. Most of my real cousins are much older, because my mum is twelve years younger than her next sibling. So you guys were like the first cousins I'd ever had, and we had great fun. Until you got sick just a week before you were going home. Right after your dad had come over to join you. I only got to see you in hospital a few times, before they flew you back home." I suddenly recalled a vague image of Jacob's face hovering next to mine, his voice saying words that escaped my memory.

I knew that my father left first with Evan and Kristin, who had to go back to school and college. My mum stayed for an extra month, until I was out of my coma and stable enough to endure the ten hour flight home. Even though we'd been going first class and I'd had a bed, it still set me back. The stress of the trip may have been the reason I got the second infection a week after arrival. In any case none of that was Jacob's fault, and I knew enough about my whole health issue to realize my prolonged journey back to normal was as much a result of the secondary problem as the TBE.

So I shared this with Jacob, and it turned out he'd never been told the full story. He still felt guilty about the ticks, and I realized why he'd been so adamant that I check myself at night in the privacy of the tent, before getting in the sleeping bag. I was now immune to TBE of course but there're other tick borne diseases. I just thought it was another sign of his caring manner, like the way he insisted on lots of sun screen for my pale skin. We talked half the night, and when I woke the next morning it was like some deep wound inside me had started to heal.

The next four weeks were awesome. We decided to go back to Silkeborg and store the canoes at the camping site, while we went biking. Jacob rented two mountain bikes, helmets and shoes, and taught me now to ride the forest trails. On the third day when I was recuperating from saddle sores (in spite of us having the proper padded trousers), Jacob loaded his bike in the canoe, paddled it to the rental place and rode his bike back. The guy was an amazing specimen of male fitness. When we tired of cycling we caught the train west and ended up at the coast. It was an incredible place of endless, wide beaches, huge waves, and open sky.




Clueless Camping



We didn't do any swimming as the North Sea was too rough and cold, but worked our way north to the small fishing town of Klitmøller. Jacob told me it was a wind surfers' paradise, 'the Cold Hawaii of Europe'. Once again I suspected that he was having me on, but no. When we arrived there were loads of surfers enjoying the waves and the perfect wind conditions. Jacob didn't try to persuade me to do any wind surfing. But I was more than content to sit and watch him battle the rough nature of Vesterhavet, which is the Danish name for this sea. Naturally, he looked great in a wet suit and impressive on a board.

One day he rented a kite and we had fun flying it for hours. We bought fish from the local boats and cooked them in the outdoor kitchen of the camping site. We hitched a ride to the nearest town with another surfer and I bought some more clothes, as my shorts were falling apart. I think Jacob called home during that day, but he didn't say anything to me. He just disappeared for half an hour and came back with a closed face. For some reason I ignored it, I'd no desire to think about my life back in Florida. It suited me fine to be removed from the expectations and the endless comparisons with Evan, from feeling lonely and useless. Here at least, someone was happy to be in my company.

Every day spent in the wind, sun, and sand reduced the time I'd normally spend brooding and worrying. We continued north, finally reaching the tip of Jutland called Skagen. Famous for the painters P.S. Krøyer, and Michael and Anna Ancher using the special light of summer, sea and sky. We spent half a day at the migrating coastal dune, Råbjerg Mile, running up and down the white sandy slopes, laughing and shouting like little kids. It was awesome to see the forces of nature in play, especially knowing that most of the surrounding areas had been plagued by similar sand drift for two centuries, until the gradual planting of dune grasses and pines helped stabilize the land.

We stayed at the top of Denmark for three days, and then went south to catch the ferry from Frederikshavn to Læsø. The weather forecast was for sun and high temperatures, though as an inhabitant of Florida, I considered the promised 27 C (80 F) merely clement rather than hot for July. But it was at Læsø that my life was once again turned upside down, and it might not have happened if the tent wasn't so hot at night. But it was and even if we left the door unzipped and tied back, it was still warm and confined so we slept on top of the bags.

Thus I woke a couple of times to the sight of Jacob's impressive morning wood tenting his boxers. The third day we woke almost simultaneously and he spotted his erection the instant I did. Luckily for me I always sleep on my stomach, so he couldn't see that I had a boner too. He grunted and turned his back and moments later he got up and went for a morning pee, which solved the problem I guess. However that night Jacob took a walk on his own just before we went to sleep and the next morning he was flaccid. Unlike me who again had to deal with the morning irritation.

So when he pulled the same stunt the next evening, I decided to follow him. I'd no idea why I wanted to spy on him; it just seemed like a good idea at the time. Sort of like a curious silly puppy insisting on sticking his nose into a bee hive. There was a full moon so it was quite easy. He didn't go very far either, just a couple of dunes away to a dip between two large sand hills. We weren't at an official camping site, so there was no one else around. I crouched at the side of one dune and peeked, and boy did I get an eyeful.

Jacob stripped naked and at first I was treated to the sight of his muscular ass which together with his strong back and wide shoulders almost took my breath away. Then he slowly turned and his erect manhood came into view in the revealing moon light. His face stayed towards the water, but his body had its left side to me so I could see the moment he grabbed his long, thick and yes uncut cock and began stroking. His other hand roamed over his torso, playing with his nipples and his balls, as he gradually worked himself to an impressive climax.

He was so beautiful in the moonlight, like a young Norse warrior spilling his seed on the sand as a sacrifice to the fertility goddess Freyja. It wasn't until Jacob cried out and I saw the result of his orgasm that I realized I had my fingers wrapped around my own rigid member. At the sight of my protector's ecstasy my dick convulsed and I came in my underwear. It was my best orgasm ever. I don't know how I managed not to cry out or to flee in panic without Jacob spotting me. I got back to the tent, grabbed a water bottle and cleaned myself in record time. I grabbed a new pair of briefs and dove into the sleeping bag, spending several long minutes trying to still my heart.

I was utterly embarrassed and confused. How could I spy on a private moment like that? And even worse: masturbate at the same time! Yet when Jacob took off the next night, I couldn't resist and snuck after him. He went to the same place, stood naked in the moon light, and I drank in the vision of this godlike creature. Spellbound and aroused until an amused voice broke the silence. "Are you enjoying the view, Russell? Why don't you come down and join me?" SHIT. I guess it was an excellent test of my doctor's claim that my health was fine, or else I might've had a heart attack right then.

There was no point in fleeing, I was so busted and would have to face the consequences. I got to my feet and shuffled down the side of the dune, trying to keep my eyes on the ground. However that meant I got a close up of Jacob's hard-on as I came near, so I stopped and shut my eyes. I held my hands in front of my crotch in a vain effort to hide my own arousal, which somehow refused to go away in spite of my embarrassment. I heard a small sigh and the sound of cloth against skin. I shivered in the cool night breeze from the sea, and then a large warm body was directly in front of me and another kind of shiver ran up my spine.

I could smell the distinct scent of my cousin, a mixture of his deodorant, salt, sweat, and a musk which had my dick twitching in my underwear. A soft touch on my cheek made me look up at Jacob. His eyes were bright in the moonlight and I swallowed at the compassion on his face. "Come on Russell, let's go back to the tent and talk." Such ominous words if not for the fact that Jacob enclosed my cold fingers in his large warm hand and gently led me back to the small canvas shelter that had been my home for almost two months. A glorious bubble of time and space which might end now.

I wanted to cry but bit my lip to keep some semblance of calm. At the tent Jacob made me wait outside while he got my mattress and both sleeping bags. He put the mattress on the sand next to the old withered piece of driftwood that had served us as table and bench for the past few days. Unzipping his sleeping bag he draped it as a blanket over both and motioned me to sit down and hold it in place. Making a similar blanket out of my bag he sat next to me and spread it over our legs. When he put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close, I broke.

Flinging my arms around his neck I sobbed into his shoulder, trying to apologize and explain, venting all my fears of having ruined everything. A small chuckle from Jacob brought me to my senses. Well maybe the fact that his warm hands were caressing my back and my hair helped too. "It's time for us to be honest with each other, Russell. I was delighted to have you watch me yesterday. I'd almost given up on you." What? I was even more confused now. "You're so innocent and clueless, and it's very cute and attractive, but also frustrating. I couldn't believe it when your mum said you'd no idea about Evan's issues with your dad."

I tried to pull away from Jacob, but he held on. And it was so nice to cuddle in his warm embrace and listen to his heartbeat and his mellow tenor. "But I soon realized that she was right and you had no clue, not even about yourself. Do you know why you like looking at my naked body, Russell?" I shook my head against his chest, even if the truth was slowly dawning. Jacob was careful, like someone coaxing a scared kitten out of a dark place. "Do you remember telling me about Charlotte? I asked if she was your girlfriend and you said no. Then you asked if I had a girlfriend."

I remembered that Jacob had gazed at me with a pained look for a second or two after saying no. At the time I assumed he'd had a bad break-up so I changed the subject. "I so wanted to tell you that in any case it would've been a boyfriend. But you weren't ready for that piece of info at the time." My whole body jerked at the word boyfriend and this huge blinding light went on inside my head. Fuck that meant that Jacob... and the reason why Evan fought with... and it wasn't just the girls who ignored me, I... I was such an idiot, so blind and dumb. But what did it matter anyway; no one wanted an ugly, fat, boring jerk like me. Certainly not the handsome man who...

Jacob my protective Viking who cradled me in his strong arms, soothing me with soft kisses on my hair and whispering my name over and over. "Russell, shush now, Russell my sweet, shshh, Russell, don't be upset, please. Russell, oh Russell can't you see?" Oh yes right there in the moonlight shining on the dunes and the sea I finally came to my senses and had my world shift one last time. I was in love with Jacob. I loved a man. And I wanted that man to make love to me. My whole body yearned to have his mouth and hands touch it, and most forbidden of all: I ached for him to take me, penetrate me and claim me as his.

So that's exactly what I begged him to do. Not with so many words, but I lifted my face to his and sought out his lips with mine. That first fumbling kiss, so sweet and unexpected, was followed by more as Jacob ravished my mouth and taught me how to give intimate delight with our tongues as well as soft tender kissing. He pulled me into his lap and the hard length of his manhood left me in no doubt about his desire for me. His hands and mouth started to explore my body, and suddenly my insecurity and self-hate reared their ugly faces and I stiffened.

Jacob stopped immediately and looked at me. "Russell, what's wrong, sweetheart? Am I going too fast? We're not going to do anything you don't want to, I promise." I saw the look in his eyes but I still refused to believe that he could really love me or want me. And even if he did, it would only last until he met Evan. "Russell, you're getting that look on your face again. Something is hurting you or bothering you. Please tell me." He took my hand and kissed my palm, his eyes never leaving mine, and I knew I couldn't lie.

"I'm in love with you, Jacob, and I want to be with you. But, but why would you want to be with me? You're so handsome and charming and kind, you could have anyone. Why should you want to be with a fat, ugly, stupid boy like me?" At my first words Jacob's whole face lit up with a huge grin, but as I continued his jaw dropped and he stared at me in confusion. There was second or two of silence, an eternity of agony. Then he began laughing and I wanted to smack him. But he prevented that by pulling me into another flurry of hot kisses intermingled with the most wonderful words I'd ever heard.

"I love you, Russell. I've been in love with you for days. Ever since that day at Skagen when you stood on Grenen with one leg in each sea and smiled at me like you were happy to be at the top of the world with me. I love you and I want you so much I can hardly control myself." Another laugh "Silly boy, why do you cling to your old self-image? Haven't you looked at yourself these past weeks? Noticed how your clothes are getting loose? How girls and guys stare at you with so much desire that I want to yell at them to back off, because you're mine. MINE." He claimed my mouth once more and I gave in.

Thus right there under the moonlit sky Jacob taught me what it is to love another man. He kissed me and undressed me and worshipped me with fingers and lips and tongue until I screamed my ecstasy for the whole island to hear. And just as I had done the night before, Jacob spilled his seed when I came. Another offer to the Norse goddess of love sprayed on the sand while he drank my juices to the last drop. And I knew it was truly the start of more fabulous summer days and nights exploring the natural delights of love.

The first and last stanza of the Danish national anthem, in case you care. The words marked with bold means beech. Freja is the love and fertility goddess Freya.

Der er et yndigt land, det står med brede bøge, nær salten østerstrand, nær salten østerstrand. Det bugter sig i bakke, dal, det hedder gamle Danmark, og det er Frejas sal, og det er Frejas sal.

Og gamle Danmark skal bestå, så længe bøgen spejler sin top i bølgen blå, sin top i bølgen blå.

All the places and things described exist IRL and can be found with a quick search on the internet.

The invasive species examples are genuine. If you want to know more go to aphis.usda.gov and search for emerald ash borer and ash dieback.

The consequences of TBE, Tick Borne Encephalitis, are rarely serious, especially in young people. Most people never even know they've been infected.

My thanks to my editor Kitt for useful suggestions.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed the story. I'll be grateful for comments or feedback, espcially on how you think I managed with the Earth Day Theme. 



Clueless George



It was later than usual, well after eight o’clock on that cold Friday night when I got home from work. I parked the car and quickly jogged up the short walk to the house through the bitter cold of a January blizzard. Snow slashed at my face and wind drove through my jacket as I ran up the porch steps, opened the storm door, and threw open the large wooden door of our house.

I stepped inside and slammed the door, shaking the snow from my jacket and pants. “I’m home”, I yelled into the warm and welcoming air of the house as I hung my jacket on the rustic pine coat rack and set my boots into their place by the door.

“Come on into the living room, honey”, came the response from Lisa, my wife of three years. I could hear the snap of firewood from the other side of the house, and knew she had a roaring fire going to fight off the January chill.

I ran my fingers through my hair to shake out the last of the bitterly cold flakes of snow, and walked through the kitchen on my way across the house to the living room. A corkscrew and two empty bottles of wine, a red and a white, sat on the butcher block island. I could only imagine how long Lisa had been at the wine, but she was a fun drunk and usually topped off a night of drinking by fucking and sucking until the wee hours of the morning, so I never complained. I grabbed both bottles and dropped them off in the sink, as the waist-high island was one of our favourite places to fuck, then opened a third bottle and poured myself a glass before I crossed the threshold into the living room with the new bottle in my other hand.

Lisa grinned at me from the couch, and her friend Gini grinned at me from the loveseat. Both of them were smiling like Cheshire cats, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out that they were both well on their way to a good drunk. Neither one stood to greet me, and Gini had a box beside her on the loveseat, so I set the full bottle on the end table, flopped on the couch beside Lisa, gave a polite hello to Gini, and took a long swallow from my glass.

Lisa put her feet on my lap and I kneaded her foot with my free hand as she started talking. “Gini was passing through the area today and she decided to stop by and give us our Christmas present.”

Gini leaned forward with her arms on her thighs and dangled her empty glass between her knees. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t make it through over the holidays, but I had some business to take care of. I got the papers last week and the divorce is finally finished. I thought I would have them before Christmas, but it took longer than I thought.”

Lisa leaned back, closed her eyes, and sighed in contentment as I massaged the arches of her left foot with strong fingers. “Gini called before Christmas to ask if her choice of gift was appropriate, but she figured that it would be better if she waited until everything was out of the way with the lawyer before she paid us a visit. It must have slipped my mind.”

For a moment the room was quiet, save for the snapping sound of burning wood from the fireplace. Lisa drained her glass. “Did you open a red or a white, babe?”

I held up the bottle of red that Gini and I were drinking. Lisa swung her feet down off my lap and onto the burbur carpet. “I’ll get a bottle of white for us while you give Gini’s feet the same treatment you gave mine. I promised her a good foot rub when she stopped by with our present, and you always make me horny when you work on my feet.” She laughed and swayed into the kitchen as I blushed, wishing she was a little less drunk tonight of all nights when Gini was over, but still looking forward to the fucking that would follow after Gini left for the night. 

The only way that I wouldn’t get laid tonight is if Gini drank too much and spent the night in the spare bedroom. Even drunk, Lisa didn’t like to fuck with extra ears in the house. Lisa’s voice floated in from the kitchen, “Between the snow and the wine I told Gini she could stay the night.” My heart sank a notch, but I looked at Gini, shrugged my shoulders, and raised my hands in surrender. I had been drafted for foot duty.

Gini slid off the couch and adjusted her skirt before gingerly putting one foot in front of the other in true impaired fashion as she crossed the room to where I sat on the sofa. She had obviously been celebrating with Lisa for a couple hours. Her chestnut brown hair was loose from the neat, schoolteacher bun that normally held it coiled at the back of her shapely head, and now hung loosely at her shoulders. She had put on a couple pounds in the last years, but was still eminently fuckable at 33. Her blouse was open one button too low to meet Catholic School dress codes, but the fire was warm, the wine would make it seem warmer, and she was more than a little drunk.

She stepped around the coffee table and flopped beside me on the couch, lifting her skirted thighs up over my knees to set her hosed calves on my legs. Shapely calves. I asked her to sit up a bit straighter so I could massage her feet, but instead of moving farther away on the couch she sighed deeply in apparent frustration and bent her knees to bring her feet up into my lap. “Better?” she snorted, then without waiting for an answer pulled a throw pillow under her head, closed her eyes, and nestled into the couch as she waited for me to fulfill my seemingly contractual obligations as her personal masseur.

Not quite knowing where to start, I lifted her left foot and extended that leg so her calf rested on my thighs, then picked up her right foot in both hands and began gingerly searching for tender spots in the muscles of her foot. She pushed her foot against my hand and mumbled “Lisa said you had strong fingers. Be a little more aggressive, please.” I pressed much harder into the arch of her foot with both thumbs and Gini sighed in contentment as I began to work the tension out. Every foot is different, and I immersed myself completely in the task of finding the points in Gini’s foot that produced appreciative moans and gasps from its owner. After finding each new point and hearing a gasp or moan, I quietly asked Gini if I was hurting her. Each time that I asked, she smiled, shook her head gently to assure me she was fine, and pressed her foot gently into my hand in quiet appreciation for my efforts and invitation to keep going.

Gini raised her hands from her sides to above her head and arched her back slightly to make herself more comfortable. I had often admired her breasts in the past – in a friendly way – and I couldn’t help but notice now that she was still a remarkably attractive woman. I watched the rise and fall of her chest as she drew breath, and lifted her foot slightly off my lap as I massaged it to make sure she wouldn’t feel the slight hardening of the bulge in my pants as I suffered the autonomic male reaction to a fine pair of tits. As much as I appreciated her body and had the occasional daydream about what I would do if I was single and she was naked, she was clearly off limits.

She sighed again. “Those nylons are too slippery. This would feel a lot better if they weren’t in the way.” She paused for a second, then yelled out into the kitchen, “Hey, Lisa, are you going to get upset if I ask your man here to pull off my nylons so he can get a better grip on my feet?”

“No problem. I’m going to head up and put sheets on the spare bed, then I’ll be out with the wine.” I heard the creak of Lisa mounting the stairs, and turned my attention back to Gini.

She opened her eyes, looked down at me, and grinned. “You don’t often get permission to take off another girl’s underwear, do you?” I grinned in response and, in typical male fashion, looked confused. She looked at me for a moment before realizing I didn’t know how to remove her hosiery. “Just reach up to my thigh and unhook them from the garter with your fingers.” While I didn’t recall any permission specifically allowing me to reach up her leg, Lisa had given the okay to remove the pantyhose – and if this was a friendly game of “drunk chicken”, I wasn’t about to surrender without at least an effort to preserve my dignity. Gini reached down with her left hand and pulled her skirt up just enough to expose the garter holding the stocking on her right leg. “Just give it a twist, then reach around the back and get the second one. Then roll them down until they look like a fresh condom… for an elephant.” She giggled at her own dumb joke, then leaned back, closed her eyes and waited for me to get to work.

I took a look at the garter from where I was sitting. I could rout a beautiful custom edge in oak, build an arbour out of scrap lumber, rewire the thermostat, and write a term philosophy paper in an afternoon, but this thing looked more complicated than anything I had dealt with in the past. “Show up naked and bring beer” was the standard male fantasy – either that or undergarments that magically vanish at opportune moments. This was neither.

I reached up and gently took the connection in my fingers, trying to figure out the details without coming across as either inept or eager, both of which would be rather awkward with my hand halfway up Gini’s skirt. I remembered that years before I had used a similar device to attach my hockey socks, but the angle had been completely different. The brutal knowledge that this wasn’t a men’s changing room and I was looking up the shapely thigh of a drunk, beautiful divorcee wasn’t helping my concentration. This thought produced others of like nature, and before I could help myself I tilted my head to look up her skirt. I knew as I was doing it that it was a bad idea, but boys will be boys.

Her thighs vanished into the shadow of her skirt, but enough firelight penetrated to the end of that short tunnel to show an attractively trimmed bush completely uninhibited by the expected layer of cotton. She was obviously too drunk to realize that her pussy was meowing at me, but there it was just the same.

I lifted her foot farther off my lap with my right hand as I felt a surge in my pants and my “chubby” quickly became a “woody”. I tried to avert my eyes, but failed completely. A completely inappropriate but completely uncontrollable wave of lust rushed from my testicles up my spine to hammer my mind like a velvet truck, and it took all the resolve I could muster to not reach up her skirt and run the fingers of my left hand through her pubic hair.

Mistaking the trembling of my left hand and the lifting of her foot for hesitation instead of the intense effort to not dive into her cunt headfirst that it was, she arched her back gently to slide a couple of inches down the sofa so her leg would be in reach of both hands. “Just twist the catch, George. It comes easily.”

Dammit, even I would have cum easily at that moment. The movement of sliding down the sofa had the inadvertent side effect of exposing more extra-marital inner thigh to my eager eye than was recommended by the Surgeon General for any man who loved his wife. Her skirt, trapped underneath her bare thighs, had refused to slide along with her body as she edged down the length of the couch, and had instead caught at her hips. What had before been in shadow was now proudly slapping me in the face like an unrepentant beaver with a black belt in tail-kwan-do. I could feel saliva flood my mouth as I fought the urge to lean down and bury my tongue in what was obviously perfectly edible cunt. It didn’t help in the least that I could clearly see that she was horny. She was as wet as a ripe Georgia peach, and smelled tastier than one too.

I knew that if I let on I was ogling her cunt she would cover herself. I knew as well that if I didn’t let on that I was ogling her cunt and Lisa caught me ogling her cunt, I was doomed. I also knew that I wanted desperately to continue ogling her cunt. I couldn’t let on I was ogling, I couldn’t get caught ogling, and I couldn’t stop ogling. I did the only dumb thing remaining to be done. I resolved to carry out my assigned task and catch as much wet cunt with my peripheral vision as I could manage, reassuring myself that the image of her pussy was so well imprinted on my brain that I could recall it at will and masturbate for months as I fantasized about what might have happened had I been drunk or dumb or single.

I shook my head savagely and twisted gently on the clip of her garter. The garter popped free. Trying to look like I wasn’t staring at her pussy while I stared at her pussy, I reached my hand around the back of her leg and popped the second garter free. I curled the fingers of my left hand under the reinforced elastic lip of her stocking and began rolling it down her leg. Elephant condom indeed. Once the stocking began to roll, I gently palmed it down her thigh, knee, calf, and ankle until it popped off her toes and into my hand.  I tossed it on the coffee table and sent both hands back to her foot while my eyes traced the silhouette of her bare toes, ankle, calf, knee, and thigh before resting once again on the gorgeous mantrap between her legs.

She moaned again as my fingers drove into her foot and she squirmed subtly but sinuously on the sofa as I gently savaged her right arch. Gini lifted the hand that was holding the lip of her skirt and raised it above her head again. Each thrust of my fingers into her arch was, in my mind, a simulated cockstroke to her cunt. Each stroke into the arch of her foot produced a gently arched back and a gasp, and with each soft gasp, her fingers coiled in the afghan blanket above her head and clenched in the loosely knit fabric.  I could see a bead of sweet, fragrant cuntjuice grow and catch the firelight from the precipice of her pussy as her vagina responded to the symbolic fucking I was giving her foot. With each strong thumbstroke into the soft flesh of her arch her cunt released beads of fragrant sweat to prepare her for a cock that might deliver the same firm strokes to the firm flesh of her vagina. In the drunken haze produces by a bottle of red wine, she didn’t realize how open her responses were to suggestion and her cunt was to my wonderstruck eyes.

I could feel the pre-cum beginning to soak into my underwear, and realized that I was breathing loud and hard into the air of the living room. I quieted my breath and listened carefully as I continued my work on Gini’s feet. No sounds were coming from the kitchen. Lisa must have gone to the washroom. Gini’s breath, however, was harsh in the warm air of the room. Her fingers were twined in the afghan and the muscles in her arms were rigid. Her shoulders were straight and firm, and her eyes were now tightly closed against the confusion of the wine, the wonderful sensations streaming from her foot, and the anticipation building in her cunt. Her mouth was open, sharp teeth glowing softly behind soft lips, and her breath was quick and shallow. Her breasts and stomach rose and fell quickly and hypnotically as she sipped the warm air of the room. My eyes returned to her thighs and I stared openly, fascinated by the subtle, almost invisible rocking motion that had begun in her hips as her thighs began to crave the deep touch of a rock hard cock.

Realizing that this foot massage had gone way too far, I leaned back and began to massage more softly, hoping that I could both control my painful erection and find a way to cover Gini’s exposed pussy before Lisa returned from her prolonged journey to the spare room. As my efforts on her feet diminished, Gini’s breathing returned to normal. Her clenched fingers opened slowly, the muscles in her arms relaxed, and the subtle rocking motion in her hips slowly faded into nothingness. I reduced the intensity of the massage yet again and finished by caressing her foot firmly. Looking up, past her gorgeous pussy to her angelic face, I believed that she had, indeed, fallen asleep.

Not so. She sighed, a deep sound of contentment. Gini lowered her naked, savaged right foot to rest her calf on my thigh once more. She stretched tautly, catlike, on the sofa and on my lap. Without opening her eyes, she slowly reached down with her left hand, deftly popped the garters on the stocking of her left leg, rolled her stocking down her thigh, knee, and ankle, and lifted her left foot onto my lap. Her right calf was pressed firmly into my lap and it was only the haze of a bottle of good wine that could have prevented her from being aware that the rigid object beneath her leg was a hard cock.

Before I could protest, she raised her right leg to her chest and pushed it behind me on the sofa to make herself more comfortable and to allow me access to her left foot. Her skirt stretched tautly across her thighs and dug firmly into the flesh of her legs. Clearly uncomfortable, she lowered both hands, raised her fine ass off the sofa, and pulled the skirt towards her waist where it did not bind so tightly. With her right leg pushed straight and rigid behind my back and her left leg bent at the knee with her foot in my lap, what was previously a tempting sight was now the moral equivalent of Pandora’s Box – an irresistible and pretty package that demands to be opened, but contains destruction incarnate – in this case the destruction of my marriage.

Her legs effectively encircled my waist, front and back, preventing me from moving beyond the confines of her thighs. Relaxed and at ease, Gini’s thighs were open to my eyes and her pussy was within easy reach of the fingers of my left hand. Her trimmed bush was warm and wet, her cuntlips were engorged and pink, and I could see the tip of her clitoris poking out of the top of her damp slit. The hair immediately around her cockhole was matted and wet, and the essence slowly streaming from her cunt trailed down the line of her asscheeks and formed a small wet spot on the fabric of her skirt underneath her naked ass. Another wave of lust swept through me and I knew that unless I acted immediately, I would quickly find myself balls-deep in this wonderful woman whose only error was to drink a bit too much wine in my home.

I shook myself once more and moved gently on the couch in a motion that normally would have been a precursor to standing up. I hoped that Gini, even in her sleepy and impaired state, would feel the motion and free me from the embrace of her legs. She moved not an inch and I fell back into the softness of the couch. She sighed deeply and arched her back again, pushing herself farther down the couch until her mouth-watering thighs had completely escaped the boundaries of her skirt, her ass was pressed against the outside edge of my hip and her pussy was directly below my hungry eyes. If I insomuch as lowered my left arm, my fingers would naturally fall between her thighs to rest on her pussy.

There was no polite way to escape. I gently lifted the leg on my lap, hoping that I could duck under it and leave Gini resting on the sofa, none the wiser that she had compromised herself so thoroughly. I desperately needed to find a quiet corner to jerk off and relieve the indescribable pressure building in my brain, cock, and testicles. I was convinced, in some dark corner of my mind, that if I didn’t immediately fuck this woman I would die. With my last reserve of resolve, even as I pictured turning on the couch, undoing my pants and lowering my throbbing cock into her cunt, I had to find a way out.

As I placed my left hand under her thigh and tried to lift her leg, she whimpered quietly, pushed her leg down against my arm, and lowered one hand from the afghan above her head. Hypnotized and more than a little frightened by what might happen, I watched her left hand slowly descend until it rested on the bunched fabric of her skirt just inches above her naked pussy. She gripped the fabric with white knuckles and pushed her leg down against my hand. I lowered her leg gently and she calmed, settling against the couch. I lifted gently again and she whimpered again – a petulant, frustrated sound – pushing her leg down into the strength of my fingers under her thigh.




Clueless George in the Tent



The campfire guttered and snapped as it starved, launching showers of hungry sparks high into the starlit August sky. Low flames cast haunting, dancing, skeletal shadows of branches and twigs on the translucent walls of the tent. They danced a gleeful and macabre jig on the canvas that reminded me of sleepless nights in my childhood. All was quiet save the crackling of the fire, the crickets chirping in the grass around our tent, and the hollow sounds of our breath as we lay on our backs inside our sleeping bags, choking on our own integrity.

It had been ten long minutes since either of us had spoken. The warm, damp air inside the tent was heavy and ripe. A subtle but powerful mélange built slowly as the minutes passed. Smoke from our clothes, day old Samsung, the sweet smell of SPF40, and the wonderful tang of a healthy woman played in the air between us. At times each scent drifted through my mind like a waking dream. Moments later they would merge into such an overwhelming bouquet of fragrant mnemonics from the day that the sum threatened my sanity before they dissolved into their component parts and left my mind bruised and numb.

I was seventeen when she was born to my parent's best friends. There was no age difference between my parents and hers, but Lisa was "unplanned" – the result of parents with an active sex life well in their forties and a GP who didn't feel the need to confirm whether a vasectomy had been successful. She was well loved by her family and I remembered her as a precocious child who imitated her much older siblings' adult behaviour without caring for the adult consequences that inevitably followed.

Times change. Today I was a confirmed bachelor at 38 and she was a gorgeous, mature 21 year old, recently graduated from university with a degree in veterinary science, with an eye to the future and a fire in her succulent belly. I had fallen for her instantly in spite of my last memory of her being of a six year old kicking me in the shins after I politely declined her precocious invitation to dance at a local barbeque.

For a while after we left the fading fire and slipped inside the small geodesic dome, we talked softly. We asked mundane questions about mundane matters in a futile effort to relieve the tension that had built over the day. As we talked softly my mind replayed the day. The memories of her smile flashing from between soft lips, her brown eyes eagerly searching for mine as we walked and talked, and the sight of her body in a blue one piece bathing suit – breasts tightly bound and erect nipples demonstrating not only her natural reaction to cool breezes but also her appreciation for her companion – were as visually intoxicating as the sharp smell of her was aromatically enthralling.

My mother, after speaking to her parents at a local charity fundraiser, had asked me to spend a couple days with Lisa to look at possible sites for her new veterinary practice as she moved away from the city and into the country to establish herself. I had accepted their request grudgingly, expecting anything except the bright-eyed creature who greeted me at the bus station. In my defence, when one hears that a woman has decided to work with cattle for a living, one does not expect exceptional beauty or charm – the world "bovine" has few positive implications in animals or women. In spite of a few awkward moments while I recovered from my prejudices, Lisa accepted me without reservation at the terminal, taking my arm with cheerful abandon and winning my heart with abrupt and shocking ease. The precocious child still lived in her heart and she reached for my hand with the same easy affection of 15 years prior – moments before she bruised my knee and my ego with her small, unforgiving foot. Completely unprepared to meet such a divine creature, some part of me knew fear as I began the long fall from the fortress walls my pride had spent two decades building around my heart. Like ice in the sun, or steel in the forge, my stoic nature melted leaving my heart completely without armour. My soul stretched towards her like a seedling in the sun, while the cold logic of my mind shook in fear at the devastating power she had acquired in the moment that she reached for my hand.

An incredible day filled with physical prowess, good food, stimulating conversation, and a growing mutual affection had conspired against us and by lunch we were holding hands and grinning like fools in spite of ourselves. Dinner by candlelight in the village followed by a campfire and good wine had done even more to nurture the tenderness of spirit we felt for each other. Our original plan had been for two complete strangers to catch up on old stories of the neighbourhood, spend a night camping, and return to our lives perhaps only to meet in the supermarket over a melon. Our original plan now felt wholly inadequate. Times do indeed change – but rarely with such unanticipated alacrity.

I could hear her breath beside me, quick and shallow, and knew that she was suffering. I could tell from the sound that she was wide awake, on her back, and breathing through parted lips instead of her nose. If I held my breath and listened carefully I could hear a gentle tremor with each exhalation – a fusion of anticipation, fear, and mourning that I longed to relieve with a word or a touch. The three feet between us felt like an insufferable obstacle and my mind alternated between pleading, whispering, and demanding that the only acceptable barrier between us was the thin layer of sweat that covered our skin. I craved her with a need that approached genuine desperation. I was certain, on an irrational but fundamental level that I could not ignore, that if I did not immediately find a way to claim her as my own I would die. Falling to my knees, worshipping her, and setting life in her heart, soul, and womb seemed the sole remedy for a chronic and progressive disease that had grown like a cancer in my soul and now promised to deliver its final and fatal blow to a life that in the moment seemed empty and unfulfilled.

Every few minutes I heard a soft sob of frustration, and she would shift in her sleeping bag. The remarkable scent of her body would sigh from her cotton cocoon, saturating the enclosed space with the maddening and inviting smell of a woman ripe with genuine need. The sweet, smoky tang of her musk slipped ghost-like through my mind before fading into the mélange of fragrance in our tiny den. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, imprinting the smell in my mind before it could escape in spite of its maddening absinthian properties. I could feel my resolve slowly eroding – or perhaps evolving – and while a small part of me feared the evolution, a growing part of me waited eagerly for the fullness of the change. The very smell of her was awakening something primal, powerful, and arrogant. Oh, arrogance and I were old friends, but it had never before felt like a deity rising in my blood. Never before had innocence been so certain, commanding, and righteous.

I could smell the warm musk of her body behind the woodsmoke in our clothes. I longed to nestle my mouth in her thighs so I could suffocate myself on the essential oils instead of torturing myself with the "eau de parfum". Like a lilac upwind on a breezy day, I caught only small sips of her heady bouquet as the air in the tent curled between us in sadistic currents driven by the heat of our bodies. I could feel myself trembling, suffering from withdrawal though innocent of the drug. Saliva flooded my mouth as my subconscious placed the sharp taste of her on the tip of my tongue. I swallowed hard and felt my cock twitch, then slowly swell on my stomach.

The knowledge that we were twinned in suffering did nothing to ease my pain. Believing that the solution to her personal madness was also the cure for the persistent pressure in my skull was an almost overwhelming excuse to gently finger the clasp of Pandora's exquisite box. Even while fearing the outcome, I hungered for the spiritual and physical contents of Lisa's beautifully carved façade with a predatory and primal intensity stronger than reason. Justifications and rationalizations sped through my mind more quickly than I could dismiss them, merging into one single, profound need.

I knew that if I reached out my fingertips would brush her side – that one gentle touch would topple the chain of dominoes we had been foolish enough to build on such unstable ground. The knowledge of what lay at the end of such a chain of cause and effect slammed through my mind like a tsunami, covering every synapse it touched with a primal desire to possess and be possessed by this luscious, willing creature and fill her with new life. My breath caught in my throat at the image of Lisa covered, inside and out with my semen, and I fought the impulse to reach out for her, keeping my arms rigid at my side and holding my breath until I could trust my lungs not to betray my thoughts.

My cock was painfully hard now inside my sleeping bag. The turgid pyramidal shape rising from my thighs in spite of its covering of goose down and vinyl was visible in the dim campfire light penetrating the tent, and I felt my face grow warm with what shame I could muster through the red haze in my mind. I raised my right hand from my side, took hold of my traitorous member by its throbbing head, and bent it painfully toward my chest until its length was flat on my stomach. I found myself wishing I hadn't removed my jeans after I slipped into the sleeping bag. They made a great pillow, but tight denim would have served me better as a cage for this rather persistent beast in my right hand. As my cock throbbed under my fingers, precum streamed in drops onto my stomach, slid down my sides, and slowly sank into the cotton fill of the sleeping bag at my sides.

Wishing desperately for sleep to ease my pain, I closed my eyes, only to have the image of Lisa fill my mind. Her clothing evaporated in my vision and she stood smiling before me, welcoming me with open arms to join her in the freedom and release that the dream would provide. I noted with satisfaction that my vision of her was unexaggerated by cartoonish or childish enhancements and was exactly as I believed her to be within the warm cocoon of her sleeping bag beside me. My subconscious mind overpowered my conscious inhibitions, and in my vision she pirouetted coquettishly and walked towards me, smiling mischievously. She reached for me, determination and deep resolve replacing mischief in her eyes, and I felt myself respond in kind...

I opened my eyes, dispelling the vision. Even a virtual Lisa could elicit an overwhelming physical response, and sleep offered no respite. A small, warm pond of cocksap had pooled above my navel during my brief vision. My erection throbbed painfully, imprisoned forcefully by the weight of my hand flattening it against my body. Precum coated my fingers, saturating the cloth of the sleeping bag. The volume of slippery fluid made every surface in contact with my cock as slick as the dream of Lisa's warm, fragrant cunt. My mind's eye forced the image upon me, overpowering rational thought and replacing the reality of physical restraint and cotton with the image of her fingers, her mouth, the skin of her breasts, and the warmth of her cunt rising and falling on the length of my aching, hungry cock. The power of the images crashed like a wave over conscious control, drowning restraint. I gripped my cock tightly, desperately trying to stem the rising tide of images and counterfeit sensations streaming through my mind. The reality of the dim light in the tent struggled for dominance with the surge of images in my head. My peripheral vision began to fade and I blinked frantically and futilely in an effort to restore it. Fading from the outside edges in, tunnel vision claimed my sight. Darkness washed over me like a soft blanket as the intensity built, robbing me of reality and declaring lust the victor over reason.

The realm of possibility and fantasy lay open to my treacherous mind without the contrast of the realm of the real. Images flashed like soft, warm lightning through my mind. Lisa in her bathing suit. Lisa beside me in the tent. Lisa's mouth softly descending on mine. Lisa's cunt embracing the girth of my cock. A final fantasy image gripped my mind like an iron fist in a velvet glove. Lisa straddled my thighs, pressing herself down onto my body, the warmth of her thighs descending around my cock, her body slowly swallowing the length of my throbbing erection. Her hands clenched her own breasts, face distorted in the throes of an orgasm. In my mind I felt the ripple of muscles deep in her cunt clench and release rhythmically and heard her voice rise in bestial triumph as she came. As her cunt gripped my cock in a glorious, pulsing embrace, the floodgates burst in my own, all-too-real body. I felt my breath catch in my throat, felt my testicles rise into my body, and – full of shame and rife with pleasure in the same moment – felt the warm, pulsing streams of semen burst through my clenched fingers to soil my stomach and sleeping bag. I held my breath, desperate to conceal my condition from the gorgeous creature just inches from me in the realm of the real. 

In my vision Lisa's intense resolve within her orgasm turned to a warm, wide grin as she felt my streams of semen rise and flood her cunt. She opened her thighs above me and pressed herself as deeply onto my cock as she was able as she embraced the gift I was pouring in streams of ecstasy against her cervix. Sated, content, and eager for the inevitable consequence of our union, she held my cock immersed deep inside her body. In my waking dream I sat up to embrace her, still buried deeply within her. She caught and held my gaze, smiling gently, as I wrapped my arms around her back and held her against my chest. I saw a spark deep within her eyes and heard her breath catch as the miracle caught in her body. Miraculously, she gasped as I felt her stomach swell gently against mine and heard her moan softly in awe and pleasure as she claimed her birthright as a woman. I had always enjoyed sex in the past, but never had it been accompanied by such a sense of pride and moral certitude as I watched her swell with my child.

The vision faded slowly, but the sound of her satisfied breath remained in my ears as the wondrous sight of her now ecstatically tumescent form slid from my mind into the fantasy world that had created it. Just as the vision dissolved she looked up to me and smiled – a beautiful woman made transcendent by sweat, semen, and the new, eager life in her womb.

In the real world, the last slick, warm bursts of semen exploded from my cock through my fingers to course onto my stomach. I exhaled slowly, shuddering with catharsis. My erection remained painfully stiff, swollen and rigid beyond any memory I possessed. I moved my hand, literally covered with semen, away from the head of my cock and tried to find a dry surface to wipe it clean. The interior of the sleeping bag was saturated with sweat, precum, and the massive quantity of semen that had just poured in pulsing streams from my cock. There was no dry surface within reach. I wiped my fingers as best I could on the soaked cotton, and reached down once again to refold the lecherous betrayer against my stomach. Unrepentantly defiant, my cock throbbed against my hand with a motion reminiscent of the inhalation and exhalation of a predator – safe only when sated or sleeping. After a minute or two the wilful beast quieted and my erection subsided to a force easily held against my stomach by the weight of my hand.

With the release of my orgasm, my sight began to return and the light of the campfire crept cautiously into my awareness through the translucent walls of the tent. I quietly turned my head to my left. Lisa was turned towards me, eyes closed, lips parted, breathing deeply and quietly. She was, thank mercy, asleep. Knowing that I no longer risked discovery, I released my cock, laid my hands at my sides, closed my eyes, and promptly fell asleep.

I realized, even in my dreams, that my life as a man truly began in the moment that our eyes met at the airport. I knew that I loved her. I knew that the first thing I would do after waking was to acknowledge my love openly and surrender to whatever task she set before me. With that understanding my dreams faded to a comforting sense of warmth and purpose and I fell soundly asleep.

I woke abruptly, eyes wide and instinctively aware that something was profoundly wrong. A dull glimmer cast by the coals of the fire still penetrated the polypropylene walls of the tent. I knew it hadn't been long since I had fallen asleep. The air of the tent had lost little of its heat or humidity. At most, thirty minutes had passed since I had shut my eyes. For a moment I held my breath and listened, seeking the source of my unease. I could still smell the musk in the air from the delicious creature on my left – a musk now well mixed with the smell of slowly drying semen that wafted from my sleeping bag. Thankfully Lisa was asleep and the smell would be gone in the morning. I pulled my hands upward from my sides, breaking a thin, slick crust of partially dried semen where my cum-stained fingers had bonded to the natural fibre of the sleeping bag, and crossed my hands defensively on my chest. I felt a chill.

My eyes scanned the interior of the tent for any minute sign of that which had disturbed my sleep. Save the mating crickets outside the tent, all was calm. My mind ran a quiet checklist of that which I knew to be true. The fire was gutted. No sparks had spread to the fabric of the tent. The moonlight, now more powerful than the dim light of the fire, gave a dim luminescence to the walls of the tent, spreading a thin blue light through our quiet den. Nothing seemed amiss.

I could still feel the pressure of palm and fingers encircling the girth of my cock. Awake, eager, and demanding in spite of its earlier coup d'etat, my erection once again throbbed gently with my pulse, twitching against the gentle pressure holding it flat to my stomach. More precum had pooled on my stomach while I slept. I could feel it dripping down my left side. For a moment my mind began to slide into the same pattern as prior, imagining the pleasure of Lisa's hands on my cock. I felt my erection begin to respond to the thought, and felt fingers automatically slide from the base of my shaft to the head of my cock, palming and holding the unrepentant monster firmly in hand. Precum continued to drip, squeezing between fingers to join the small pond in and above my navel.

The discovery of that which had disturbed me came in three stages too rapid to separate without accepting the holistic reality of the whole. Holistically, I was in serious trouble.

Sleeping people breathe deeply and evenly. They make noise, but the tent was completely silent. Lisa was awake.

There was a slight draft of cool air entering my sleeping bag from my left side. My cotton cocoon had been breached. Lisa had breached it.

Both of my hands were crossed on my chest. I was not controlling the firm caress of the fingers on my painfully erect cock. Lisa's hand, slick with precum, was stroking my cock.

A small part of my mind observed my response from a distance, detached and amused. My heart stopped for a beat and suddenly tripled its rate, sending a deep blush to my cheeks and an extra surge of blood into a cock that changed consistency instantly from soft steel to reinforced concrete. A surge of intense pain accompanied the surge in hydraulic pressure and I heard myself yell in response, incapable of stifling the unbelievable agony streaming from my groin as the sanguine pressure built beyond rational limits. My testicles joined in the chorus of complaint, adding a tortuous harmony to the melody screaming in my mind. At the same time every muscle in my body seized and my thighs pushed upward against the small hand that palmed the head of my cock. I felt the skin of my cockhead press against her soft palm, then between her thumb and fingers as she felt the thrust and guided my cock expertly into her grasp. The cum-stained fingers of her left hand encircled and gripped the length of my shaft. She pressed down against the base of my cock with all the force she could muster, sending a surrealistic descant of pleasure into my mind. The gestalt of incredible pain and unprecedented pleasure forced an inhuman moan from my throat. I heard her respond with a bestial shout that sounded like raw victory and felt her move toward me in the tent.




Clueless George in the Tent



Gasping for breath and trying to form a coherent thought, I felt her right hand thrust into the sleeping bag. Lisa pressed her right hand into the pool of precum on my stomach, covering her palm and saturating her fingers, then reached up with both hands to grasp the head and half the length of my cock. With two firm, slick hands she brutally savaged me. A moment of supreme pleasure as her hands descended, fingers surrounding me, was followed by unbelievable pain as her fists plunged into my testicles at the end of the downstroke. Her hands rose and fell mercilessly on my cock without quarter. I could feel her rise beside me and apply her weight to the vicious and loving downstroke that connected so pitilessly with my balls. Incapable of responding, I began to curl into a foetal position. The sleeping bag prevented my knees from rising to protect my groin and I succeeded only in raising my chest off the ground as I emptied my lungs with a roar into the fetid air of the tent. I pushed my hands against the sleeping bag below and behind my body to push my upper body into a sitting position to escape the torture being inflicted on my cock.

I heard another bestial yell, now of defiance, from Lisa. Without releasing my cock from her double-fisted grip, she threw her right leg over my head as I struggled to sit up. Pushing hard on the base of my cock and balls with both hands for leverage, she pressed her cotton covered cunt and ass against my chest to force me to the ground. I was filled with the maddening smell of her sodden cunt as she straddled me and pinned me between her thighs. I hit the ground hard and felt my head bounce off the dirt beneath the tent. Dazed and pinned, I shook my head and tried to focus as she continued her assault.

Lisa moaned with satisfaction following each downward thrust of her hands as my cock slid through her slick fingers. Her bare stomach slid through the slick pool of spent semen and precum on my stomach as she rocked forward and backward against my chest for leverage with each thrust. Her thighs pressed against my chin and I felt the warm, damp fabric of her panties press against my neck with each backstroke. For a moment she had her way, fist-fucking me hard with her sodden hands as I lay under her, dazed and confused. I could hear her breathing become more and more shallow as she waited for the clench of cock muscles that would signify the advent of a stream of semen that would surely soak her face, neck, and breasts. I could feel the semen building at the base of my cock deep within my body, and knew that unless I reacted immediately to prevent it, Lisa would achieve her sadistic goal with or without my participation.

Fully awake now and with pleasure winning the tournament against pain in my groin, a combination of anger and pure lust rose in my blood. A burst of saliva rushed into my mouth and spilled from my lips to slide down my cheeks as the smell of her obviously sodden cunt saturated my mind. I reached up with both hands and ripped the panties from Lisa's thighs with one powerful motion. She gasped as I tore them from her – a demonstration of both will and strength that shocked her. I pressed the torn, wet cotton into my face and inhaled deeply, feeling the scent of her invade my mind, eliminate rational thought, and successfully summon an ages-old beast from his den. The roar that issued from the throat of this beast shook the night around us – a powerful, ancient, bellow of challenge that thousands of years ago frightened even the most powerful of predators. It was the voice of a man claiming a mate.

I felt her hesitate, frightened by a sound so old as to be unprecedented. I could feel Lisa's legs tense on either side of my chest and felt the shift as she began to lift her body from my chest. With both hands I reached forward to loop my strong fingers in front of her thighs. I pulled her toward my waiting mouth. Her legs strained against the strength of my arms for a moment and she may have won free but her stocking feet slipped on the nylon floor of the tent and her body once again lay on mine. With one solid heave I pulled her body backward, unable in the darkness to see her thighs but feeling the heat of them slide up my chest. She kicked against my strength of my arms and connected with a foot to the side of my head before her feet, calves, knees and thighs slid over my arms and past my head and her fragrant bush lay directly above my mouth. I pushed my arms under her legs and, catching the flare of her thighs in the bent hook of my arms, pulled her the final inches to position her perfectly above my watering mouth. She struggled once more, twisting above me to free herself. I raised my hands from where they rested on her thighs, meshing my fingers in the small of her back and pulling her down to my waiting lips.

She fought against my grip in the seconds that followed, frightened at the last by the intensity of the force of nature she had summoned and not understanding yet that her options had expired. I could hear her gasping with effort as she attempted to break free. Slowly but inexorably I increased the pressure on her thighs and back beyond her ability to counter. Her ass and pussy had no choice but to descend towards my waiting mouth. She whimpered in fear and futility as I held her stationed firmly above me, helpless. The gentle but unforgiving pressure of my arms around her thighs and lower back was beyond her ability to fight. If Lisa so much as lifted an arm or leg she would collapse onto my waiting lips and teeth, serving my desire more efficiently than remaining motionless above me. Lifting my head, I inhaled deeply, embracing the heady scent of her body. She heard the deep inhalation and shivered above me. Opening my mouth, I brought her to me. 

I swept my tongue lovingly into the cleft of her pussy and kissed her deeply, my lips gently entering and embracing hers as my tongue sought the tight, muscular entrance to her cunt. Lisa's hands on my cock grew excruciatingly tight as my tongue penetrated her and entered the shaft of her vagina. Her unshaven bush caressed my eyes, cheeks, and chin. Her breasts now rested in the pool of semen on my stomach and I could feel her shallow breath on my upper thigh where she had fallen. She inhaled deeply as I swept my tongue into her cunt, and then held her breath as I eased it slowly out of her cunt and forward towards her clit. Her grip on my cock softened as the incredible sensations streamed through her mind. I could feel the heat of her open mouth on my testicles and my leg as she panted, now more eager than frightened. The tension in her legs eased and the unforgiving lock of my hands behind her back dissolved to become a gentle caress of her thighs.

The taste of her was more exquisite than mere imagination could have found credible. She clenched above me as my tongue met her button and a gush of nectar from deep within her cunt flowed over my tongue, nose, and cheeks. She moaned, a deep sound of fulfillment, and allowed herself finally to collapse on top of me, soft and welcoming as her cuntjuice streamed over my face. I lapped it desperately, lovingly scouring the shallow cleft of her pussy with an eager tongue, and swallowed frantically, desperate to consume every ounce of incredible ambrosia that fell from the heavenly fountain above my eager mouth.

Her breath was deep and even as my tongue and lips gently pleasured her. The hands on my cock moved gently, barely moving but gently stroking the base of my shaft. Her right hand moved from my cock to my testicles, cupping them and guiding them to her lips. She kissed them gently as she lay on me, earning a groan of anticipation from me as I tongued her clit, then turned her head to face the base of my cock. Her left hand began to gently stroke the full shaft of my erection, gently caressing the head before gently descending to press firmly but tenderly against the bruised base of my member. I felt her hot breath on the base of my cock before her warm lips pressed against the shaft and lovingly opened to embrace it. I felt her tongue slide against the skin of my cock and slowly slide up and down a small portion of the eager beast as her right hand pressed down to expose the full shaft of my cock and her sodden left hand continued to gently stroke my cockhead.

Both of us moaned softly as we gently explored, teased, and grew comfortable with each other's bodies. My tongue strokes to her clit became slowly more purposeful, centred on a particularly sensitive stretch of skin in her pussy that swept upward to meet her button. She gasped with each stroke as electricity swept through her cunt and brain, and pressed her thighs down to my mouth, urging me onward. I felt the muscles of her stomach clench as she lifted her upper body. Her forearms now rested along the lines of my thighs, leaving her hands free to caress my cock but raising her head above the soft peak of my erection.

I moaned and trembled, knowing her design. She paused, trembling as a particularly successful succession of tongue strokes brought her closer and closer to orgasm. Purposefully, her head descended slowly. I felt her warm breath on the head of my cock and groaned while slowly and lovingly caressing the most sensitive portions of her pussy with my lips.

I could feel intense warmth but no pressure, and knew her open mouth was descending past the tip of my flesh. I panted eagerly while I pleasured her and felt a drop of precum flow down the shaft of my cock as it twitched and throbbed in her grasp. In a moment too erotic for description I felt her warm, wet, mouth close on my cockhead and begin to gently but purposefully descend towards my testicles. The depth of her mouth and the width of her hands, joined at the base of my cock, could just encompass the length of my erection. Her tongue rolled gently back and forth around the girth of my cock as her head slowly rose and fell. I knew that the only sensation more pleasurable than her mouth would be the silken depths of the cunt I was so eagerly servicing with my tongue.

She obviously knew cock, and I prided myself on my knowledge of Canada's national animal. The sound of her breath, through her nose as she kept her mouth full of cock, became shallower and harsher as the floodwaters rose and threatened the dam whose destruction represented her salvation. The gentle and persistent pressure of hands, lips, tongue and teeth on my cock were building a fluid monument to redemption in my testicles that began to sing for release.

Lisa whimpered now with every touch of my tongue on her clit and I knew her orgasm was at hand. Her whimpers turned to long, low, moans and she arched her back to better present her pussy for the final strokes. Knowing that her orgasm was only moments away brought my semen to the base of my cock and I felt the pressure build in a familiar fashion but with an intensity that I had never known.

Lisa's long, low moans turned to gasps and choking sounds as the fire in her cunt built to unreasonable levels and the demands of her lungs for fresh oxygen met and then exceeded her nose's ability to deliver. Just seconds from coming and taking deep, gasping breaths around the girth of my cock, she reached backward with one hand and laid it gently on my arm as she gorged herself on the head of my penis. Having come once already earlier in the night, it would take me another minute to join her at the knife's edge of an orgasm and Lisa was urging me to join her.

I reduced the already gentle motion of my tongue and lips against her clit and allowed her to focus on my cock. She understood my intent and acceptance of her offer, and raised her hand from my arm back to the girth of my erection. Still tonguing her clit to keep her near the edge of orgasm, I paid attention only to her voice and the muscles of her stomach and cunt, keeping her desperately close to her orgasm so in a couple gentle but firm strokes I could push her over the edge. Each time that her moans turned to pleading whimpers as I tongued her pussy, I knew enough to retreat and let her regroup.

Her mouth felt glorious. Instinctively playing her body like a musical instrument by listening to her voice left me free to focus on the sensations streaming from my cock. Her mouth was warm, wet, and soft. Not making the amateurish mistake of sucking, Lisa swept her hot mouth around the head of my cock and down the length of the shaft with no pressure whatsoever, letting the smooth silk of her lips and the firm texture of her tongue take full effect without the distraction of unnatural pressure. Her mouth swept down until my cockhead rested in the back of her throat, then her slick hands continued the sodden journey until they pressed gently into my balls. After a moment of pressure there, her hands rose until they met her lips, at which point her lush mouth would rise until only the head of my cock remained inside her mouth. My groans confirmed her prowess at the same time as my tongue traced gentle circles around her clit. I could feel the pressure in my cock build suddenly and reached forward to grasp her upper arm. 

She moaned, understanding that in just moments my semen would flood into her mouth. I renewed the gentle intensity of my tonguestrokes inside the lips of her pussy, ending each slow stroke with a gentle flourish of the tip of my tongue in a circle around her clit. In turn her mouth descended more deeply on the shaft of my cock and her hands now pressed insistently against the base of my shaft near my testicles. Her breath caught once more in her chest, short and shallow, as both the anticipation of the surge of my semen and the sensations in her pussy built in her mind. She whimpered, warning me that her orgasm was just seconds away. I moaned through the infinite pleasure of her bush, both urging her to embrace her orgasm and warning her that mine was imminent. In just moments her whimpers evolved into short and bestial grunts as her orgasm built under the ministrations of my mouth. My moans turned to gasps of pleasure as I felt her mouth and hands take me to the edge of reason.

I reached up and around her thighs, caressing her asscheeks once more. My fingertips traced a line down the crack of her ass to pause questioningly at the entrance to her cunt. She understood my invitation and arched her back even farther to accept my fingers. Her breath shortened even more and short grunts turned to long, hedonistic cries of glee around the rigid girth of my cock as I inserted one, then two fingers gently in her cunt and turned them downward to caress the internal extension of her clit just inside the sphincter of her vagina. Mouth and hands on cock, mouth and fingers on cunt, we gently pushed each other over the point of no return.

I felt her cunt clench hard on my fingers and a gush of nectar streamed from her vagina at the same moment that I felt the first glorious stream of semen rush into her mouth from my blissfully throbbing cock. Choking and gasping on the bitter but indescribably delicious fluids that streamed from each other's bodies, our mouths, fingers, lips, cock, and cunt worked in perfect harmony to create an orchestrated masterpiece of majestic proportions. Lisa's mouth and throat embraced more than half the length of my cock as she felt the first shot of ropy cum explode from my body into the back of her throat. She swallowed frantically as I came, screaming between swallows as I eagerly lapped the nectar that streamed down the slit of her pussy to spill onto my face from the triangle of skin that housed her clit. The fire blossomed in her clit and cunt and spread through her stomach to the rest of her body with a hedonistic message of healing and deliverance that sent shivers through her entire body. I yawped a monosyllabic bellow of redemption into the cooling night air as her mouth and throat descended and constricted rhythmically on my cock through her attempts to contain and swallow every drop of the semen that streamed voluminously from the tip of my penis.

Our voices merged, tenor and alto, in a raw unison shout of fulfillment as our bodies rose, peaked, and receded. The rhythmic clenching of her cunt on my fingertips slowly weakened as she sipped the last drops of semen from the head of my still rigid cock and gently held the head of my cock in her mouth. Her tongue rolled slowly and gently over it, just as I held the soft pressure of my tongue almost motionless against her gently throbbing clit.

I felt her body flex slightly and moved my arms from her thighs, laying them straight at my sides. She rolled to one side, swinging her left leg over my head and turning until her hands and feet were on opposite sides of my body. Lifting and swinging her right leg over my body and turning until her chest hovered above mine and her long hair touched my face, she lowered her body onto mine and we lay together, holding each other. She found my lips with her own and we kissed, gently but with purpose, for a long, long moment.

I recognized an unfulfilled promise I had made to myself in a dream and, mustering my courage and tenderness, whispered softly into her ear the three words that up until now had seemed hollow.

"Lisa, I love you."

She raised her head and swung her long hair over her shoulder. I knew that she was staring at me in the dark. The silence was deafening until she spoke.

"George, I have always loved you, for as long as I can remember. For the last fifteen years I've loved you. You might not call a six year old's affection love, but there it was. I can't explain it, nor do I wish it explained. I've passed the days and months with other men and enjoyed their company, but I always knew, even when I was six years old, that it would be you. And now it is."

She paused and laid her head on my chest.

"George, are you afraid?"

"No."

She slid off my body to my right, turning as she slid to keep her body faced towards me. Her right hand dropped to cradle my cock and balls.

"This is all or nothing, George. If you aren't certain of what you want, say so right now. If you fuck me tonight, you'll be a father. It's something you can never undo."

My cock jumped in her hand and began to quickly swell as I realized her ultimate goal and how much I wanted it too. She stroked my growing erection calmly, unafraid and unconcerned as it pulsed and twitched under her fingers.

I took a deep breath and opened my heart.

"Lisa, setting a child in your womb and raising it with you would be the greatest accomplishment of my life."

I drew her down to me and kissed her with purpose. I tasted salt and knew it was her tears. Her hand had a firmer grasp on my cock now and the thought of placing a child in her was an aphrodisiac without parallel. Within seconds I was rock-hard in her hand. She broke our kiss and raised her body above mine. Still massaging my cock with her right hand, she swung her right leg over my body and hovered over me. Her gorgeous but invisible breasts hung over me. The tip of my cock would not quite reach the warmth of her pussy. My cock was still sticky with saliva and semen and I knew that the moment I buried it in inside her body I was committed. I was eager for it. She abandoned my cock with her right hand and reached up to grasp as much of the precum and semen on my stomach as she could gather. Reaching back down to my erection she spread as much of the slick mixture on the head of my cock as she could. I could hear her breathing quickly, knowing that the moment the sticky mass entered her body her life would change forever. I didn't even need to ejaculate. My first orgasm has left billions of sperm on my stomach. They were more than enough to do the job.

I realized I had neglected an important question.

"Lisa, Wait!" I whispered urgently.

She paused above me, hesitant and vulnerable. My semen covered cock was just inches from her body.




Clueless George in the Tent



"George, if you're not deadly serious about this you have to tell me right now" she hissed, upset at my timing, afraid of my reasons, and desperately desiring both the cock and the semen in her right hand deep in her body. She steeled herself for my answer, prepared for the worst

"Lisa, I'm more serious than you know. Will you marry me?"

For a moment I thought she hadn't heard me. Then I felt her chest heave once and heard a quiet sob. A tear splashed on my chest, followed by a saline twin.

"Oh, God, George. Yes. Now shut the hell up and fuck me."

The fingertips of her right hand slid lovingly down my cock and spread over the base of my semen-soaked cockhead. She began to slowly lean back, lifting the head of my cock to meet the slow and purposeful downward thrust of her body. Her breath, just a moment ago ragged with tears, was now ragged with anticipation. She knew, as did I, that penetration would be exquisite. I reached down with my arms and placed a hand on each of her thighs, pressing gently downward, encouraging her to consummate our commitment and bind me to her for life. My cock twitched and throbbed under her fingers. I could feel the radiant heat of her cunt grow on the flesh of my cockhead, and knew the moment had arrived.

I felt the lips of her sodden, hot pussy kiss, and then part for, the head of my semen-stained cock. Lisa whimpered and trembled in delight. She positioned my cockhead at the tight entrance to her vagina and held me softly there. In my mind's eye I saw millions of semen launch themselves from the slick mass on the head of my cock into her body. I groaned in joy and anticipation and my the pressure in my cock surged. She looked down at me, trembling, and I knew that she felt genuine fear. My seed swam in her body. She was committed. Was I?

"Oh, George, don't disappoint me."

I reached up and cradled her tear stained cheeks.

"Lisa, make me whole."

I could feel her resolve deepen. The mild sensation of warm, wet pressure on the tip of my cock deepened as she silently and purposefully began to impale herself on my cock. I could feel her hips open in a subtle but welcoming gesture. In utter silence she held her breath and pressed gently downward. I heard her whimper as the pressure increased on the tight, muscular valve that guarded her vagina. In a moment that lasted a lifetime I felt the hot, wet, tight opening part for my cockhead, slowly slide over the soft flesh, and purposefully grip the first eager inch of my semen-stained cock

Lisa trembled above me and panted almost uncontrollably at the sensation. The girth of my cock was not insubstantial. Perfectly still, I offered what silent moral support that I could and closed my eyes for a moment, enjoying the immensely pleasurable sensation of being held in her cunt.

In a moment the trembling stopped and she once again began lowering her lush body onto mine. Lowering my hands from her face, I gently stroked her sides, encouraging her to match the gentle motions of my hands with her body. She subconsciously obliged me and began gently rocking above me. Each downward thrust sent another quarter inch of my shaft into her exquisite cunt. As she passed the halfway point she gasped with obvious delight. My voice joined hers. I could feel her body prepare itself and in one smooth, gentle motion she embraced the remainder of my length until I was completely buried in the glorious wet heat of her body.

Her breath came in shallow, whimpering bleats as the head of my cock nestled next to her cervix. Any motion from me would represent pain for her and I held myself still inside her cunt. She slowly relaxed above me and lowered her upper body onto mine until her stomach and chest rested on me. Her thighs straddled mine, accepting and embracing the soft steel of my cock. We kissed, long and gentle. After a long respite I moved gently within her, bringing a small gasp of pleasure to her lips.

She moved above me, slowly and carefully testing the boundaries of pleasure and pain. Within minutes Lisa found the slow, subtle motion that had brought the initial surge of pleasure and mastered it, sending wave after wave of gentle bliss through her body. I could feel the semen building in my cock for the third time in as few hours and waited patiently and lovingly, guiding Lisa with a gentle touch or subtle movement as we found the motions that sent soft lightning through her body. I could hear her breath begin to catch and knew that a climax was building in her body as well.

As the climax built in Lisa, her thrusts became more demanding. Her cunt had accepted and adjusted to the girth of me and now eagerly sought its reward. Not finding enough leverage to satisfy her body's demands while lying on my chest, she placed her hands on either side of my chest and raised her body above me. Gravity lent a helping hand to her efforts and she groaned as my cockhead found a new and exciting home in the depths of her cunt. Patiently but with increasing ardour, she adjusted to the new position, found it again to be inadequate, and boosted her body yet higher. With each gentle thrust she found a new home for the soft flesh of my cockhead. At last she found a marvellously sensitive spot deep within her body that brought consistent gasps of pleasure to her lips. She held herself upright and lifted her hands from my sides, rocking back and forth above me with more and more satisfaction and abandon as the sensations provided by the soft flesh at the tip of my cock pressing against her g-spot built insistently in her body.

Her voice grew ragged in the night air. Her gasps quickly turned to whimpers, then to moans. I knew from experience that her orgasm was imminent. The sensations streaming into my mind were stunning as her cunt embraced the full length and girth of my cock. I felt her cunt tighten on my erection, and knew she was coming. Lisa straddled my thighs, pressing herself down onto my body, the warmth of her thighs descending around my cock, her body swallowing the length of my throbbing erection. Her hands clenched her own breasts, face distorted in the throes of an orgasm. I felt the ripple of muscles deep in her cunt clench and release rhythmically and heard her voice rise in bestial triumph as she came. As her cunt gripped my cock in a glorious embrace, the floodgates burst in my own body. I felt my breath catch in my throat, felt my testicles rise into my body, and felt the first warm, pulsing streams of semen explode into her welcoming cunt. 

Lisa's intense resolve within her orgasm turned to a warm, wide grin as she felt my semen rise and flood her cunt. I heard her gasp with joy as she received millions of eager sperm into her body, knowing they had begun their journey upward into her womb. She opened her thighs above me and pressed herself as deeply onto my cock as she was able as she embraced the gift I was pouring in streams of ecstasy against her cervix. Sated, content, and eager for the inevitable consequence of our union, she held my cock immersed deep inside her body. I sat up to embrace her, still buried deeply within her. She caught and held my gaze, smiling gently, as I wrapped my arms around her back and held her against my chest. 

When we arrived home after the weekend to announce our engagement, we expected surprise from our respective parents. A smug smile from each one of the smarmy buggers, and a "Then you're not as dim as I feared" from my father was the best I could get.

Months later, miraculously, her stomach swelled with my child and I watched in awe and pleasure as she claimed her birthright as a woman. I had always enjoyed sex in the past, but never had it been accompanied by such a sense of pride and moral certitude as I watched her swell with my child.

She often, over the next few years and children, caught me looking at her with a degree of gratitude, wonder, and pride that she never quite understood. But each time, she would smile – a beautiful woman made transcendent by sweat, semen, and the new, eager life in her womb. 



Clueless George



Her hand reached down to where I grasped her leg and she touched one finger of my hand with her own, gently caressing my thumb. Confused, I lowered her leg until it once again rested in my lap. Still at ease, with no tension in her body, she slowly covered my hand with her own and pulled my left hand upward until it rested directly above her thighs. I could feel the wet heat of her body radiate from her cunt onto the palm of my hand. Time slowed in my mind until I seemed frozen, her hand on mine just centimetres above her radiant pussy.

I could hear her breath begin to quicken as she lowered my hand, under her own, toward the warm, wet mass of hair between her legs until my fingertips touched her damp skin and she whimpered under my touch. She pressed my hand into the flesh of her pussy and held it there for a moment until she was certain that I wouldn’t pull away. She caught my index finger in her hand and held it by the joint, then lowered it into the warm slit of her cunt. My erection doubled in intensity and I gasped as pain flooded through my groin as my cock fought to escape the prison of my jeans. Hearing my voice and the desire in it, she moaned loudly and raised my finger in her slit until my fingertip brushed her clit.

She gasped sharply into the air of the living room as electricity spread through her body. Lightly guiding my finger, she slowly brushed my fingertip over the tip of her sodden clit, shuddering violently each time the roughness of my finger met the softness of her button. Fascinated, I watched as she masturbated herself with my finger. Every fourth or fifth stroke, she guided my finger down into the deeper fold of her slit and pushed my finger two joints deep in her steamy quim. The wet warmth of her cunt on my finger brought my heart to my throat with each deep stroke. She began to make small circles with her hips under my hand as she worked her cunt with my fingers. While I watched, she brought herself to an orgasm with my finger. In the final moments, she held her breath and spasmed against my hand, arching her back deeply as the rush of warmth spread through her thighs and coursed upward into her chest. I felt a warm gush of juice on my fingers, heard a choking noise as she fought for breath, and fought not to cum in my jeans as an incredible orgasm spread like fire through her body.

My cock pounded inside my pants, begging to be released, but I didn’t dare move. Nor did I want to. The sight of Gini slowly coming down from the throes of a remarkable orgasm was a sight worth watching. Her tits rose and fell under her blouse, and her nipples were large, pink, and tight under her blouse. It was only now that I noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her hips continued to writhe subtly but hypnotically under my hand, and she continued to softly grasp my fingers with her own. Both of our hands were sodden with the slick, warm juice from her cunt. I suppressed an urge to pull her hand to my mouth and taste the slick nectar on my fingers. After a few glorious moments her thighs settled into the sofa, her stomach muscles relaxed, and the swift throb of her heart, visible in the softness of her neck, fell to a slow, steady beat.

She lay there for a moment with our slick fingers resting on her pussy, then sighed deeply, stretching catlike beside me on the couch as she continued to hold my hand to her damp skin.

She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling for a minute, never meeting my gaze, then drew a deep breath and shouted towards the kitchen.

“Lisa?”

“Yeah babe?”

“Can I fuck him now, please?”

“Certainly. Just don’t wear him out. I have plans for him later.”

A chair squeaked against the floor in the kitchen, and Lisa’s footsteps approached the threshold to the room. She had been there the entire time. Torn between shame and lust, I looked up from the glorious sight of Gini’s sweat soaked body to the open door.

Lisa appeared in the doorway naked, her trimmed chestnut bush and full breasts adding yet more confusion and lust to a mind in deep shock.

“I told you he wouldn’t fuck you without my permission.” She looked across the room at me, leaned against the frame of the door, crossed her arms and grinned.

“I didn’t believe you then, but I do now. He didn’t move the entire time. He sure does need a good fuck, though. If I didn’t know differently, I’d swear that was a piece of pipe under my leg.” She shifted her calf in my lap and brushed it over the obvious bulge in my jeans.

Aware of what seemed to be happening, but still not certain whether I was in the middle of some surreal fidelity test, I looked at Lisa and Gini, both of whom were grinning at me, and shrugged my shoulders. Suddenly I felt more than a little irritated.

“Girls, I’m too horny to think straight. You’re playing with live ammunition here and if you keep it up I’m liable to fuck both of you and not care what either of you thinks.”

Lisa met my stare without blinking. “Talk is cheap. Not that you really had a choice in the matter anyway.”

I felt motion on the sofa beside me, and turned towards Gini. She was sitting up now, propping herself up on a pillow behind her back. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, reached down with her hands to grab the bottom of her blouse and with one fluid motion pulled it over her head and tossed it on the floor. She smiled gently at me, arms held up and behind her head to emphasize her breasts, and tilted her head to one side coquettishly. Her chestnut hair framed her elfin face and her lush breasts rose and fell with every breath. She paused, posing for my benefit, then spoke.

“We’ve been planning this for months, George. If the divorce papers had come in on time, I would have been your Christmas present.” She leaned towards me, lowered her hands until she cupped my jaw in her palms, and stared intently into my eyes. “Better late than never, and what better way to start the new year than this?” She rocked forward onto her knees and knelt beside me, so close that I could feel the heat from her body through my shirt. In an exquisite moment, she leaned slowly forward, pressing her ample breasts into my shoulder, and gently pressed her lips to mine. I felt her tongue press slowly through my lips and into my mouth, and heard her breath catch as she felt my tongue join hers in a long, sweet, gentle kiss.

I felt the couch on the other side of my body flex, and knew that Lisa had joined us on the sofa. Moments later I felt a series of gentle tugs in my lap, and knew that her fingers were working on releasing the clasp of my belt and the buttons of my jeans. As Gini’s mouth continued to caress mine and my arms rose to take her head in my hands, I felt a sudden release as my jeans parted and my cock leapt forward in my lap. The warm air of the room felt cold as my cock pushed along the fabric of my pre-cum soaked underwear to rest throbbing and rigid above my thighs. Lisa lifted the band of my underwear over the head of my cock and tugged them down until my cock and testicles were free from the confines of all clothing and my shaft stood naked, wet, and throbbing in the warm air of the room. She stroked my cock once with her right hand, bringing a gasp to my lips as I pursued Gini’s tongue inside my mouth, then released my cock and lifted her hand.

I felt the couch shift under Lisa’s weight as she changed position, then felt the glorious warmth of her mouth on my cock as her wet lips spread around the head of my erection and travelled down the length of my shaft. I shouted and leaned back into the couch, pulling Gini half on top of me as Lisa fucked my cock with her mouth and throat. Gini followed me willingly, her tits pressed into my chest. I bellowed into the warm air of the room as the sensations emanating from my dick purged my mind of the last vestiges of reason and logic. I felt Gini’s tongue on my cheeks and eyes as she licked the sweat off my face, and as her mouth moved to my forehead her right breast rose to my lips. I took her nipple between my lips and sucked it brutally into my mouth, inhaling her firm breast and gorging myself on her warm, ripe flesh. She moaned into the air and pressed her thighs against my hip. I could smell her fragrant cunt through the haze of sensations clouding my mind, and knew that if I didn’t fuck her I would die.

My powerful arms reached around her as I savaged her chest with my mouth. She wrapped her arms around my head and pressed my lips and teeth into her tits, suffocating me with sweat and flesh as she leaned even farther forward onto my body. I found the edge of Gini’s skirt and lifted it until it was well above her waist, then with one powerful motion I dragged her body across mine until her left leg slid across my lap and she was positioned above Lisa’s bobbing head. Her sodden cunt left a trail of nectar on my thighs and stomach as her pussy brushed my skin, and she lifted her knees until she was straddling my body on the couch.

Feeling Gini’s body positioned above her, Lisa raised her head and replaced her lips from my eager dick. She leaned to one side to free a path between Gini’s cunt and my cock, and pressed firmly downward on my cock with her soft fingers, pressing hard against the base of my shaft with a circle made of her thumb and index finger, exposing the full length of my throbbing, rock-hard erection. She wrapped her remaining fingers around my testicles, raised the head of my cock into a line with Gini’s hot wet cunt and held me tightly.

I lowered Gini savagely onto my cock as I feasted on her tits, penetrating her with a bestial roar that claimed her as my own in the most primal language ever spoken. In a moment that seemed like minutes, I felt the head of my cock touch the wet skin of her cunt, part the lips of her vagina, find the trembling opening that led to her cunt, stretch the muscles of her sphincter open with blissful cruelty, and slide upward into her eager, hot, wet cunt. Gini cried out once in a mixture of pleasure and pain as the head of my cock forged a path in her tight cunt and nestled deep within her body. She threw her head back and wailed with bestial abandon as she felt the head of my cock mash against her cervix. Lisa slid her fingers out from under Gini’s glorious ass and leaned back to watch as her friend and I fucked for the first time.

Gini’s hands were on either side of my head and her breasts robbed me of breath as I held my cock inside her cunt. I could feel her legs and stomach tremble as her pussy sent fire up and down her body. Sweat from her cheeks and neck dripped down onto my brow as I looked up at her angelic face. She looked down on me with deep brown eyes before burying her face in my neck and beginning to gently rock her thighs up and down, exposing and then burying my painfully erect penis deeply inside her body. Her thighs rose and fell without mercy, and the piston of my cock drove deeply into her tender body as she fucked me. The fabric of her skirt chafed my stomach and I grabbed it, roughly hauling the circle of fabric over her stomach, breasts, shoulders, neck, and head. She ducked her head through the opening and raised her hands as I lifted it over her body. She continued to rock her body up and down as I rid her of the last barrier between my body and hers and I felt the head of my cock part the muscles of her cunt apart blissfully as she forced herself onto me again and again. Her cunt gripped my cock lovingly, guiding it upward deep inside her body. Her naked, sweaty, fragrant body slid up and down on mine, and we fucked with a hedonistic abandon that defied inhibition and guilt.

She leaned back slowly as her thighs rose and fell on my body and held onto my right shoulder with her left hand, reaching down with her right hand to find her clit and pinch it between her thumb and finger. Her cunt clenched in response and I knew that she was just seconds from another orgasm. The realization that she was going to cum on my cock combined with the unbelievable sensations her cunt was creating in my cock was too much to bear. I felt my testicles tighten against my body and sensed the wave of semen begin to fill my cock.

I heard a deafening roar in the room and realized it was my own voice. I arched my back, driving and holding my cock deeply inside her and partially lifting her off the couch with the power of the thrust. With one powerful last clench of her cunt as she savaged her own clit, she shouted an obscenity into the air and came on my cock, chest heaving, lips parted, throat raw with the screams of bestial bliss that streamed from her lungs. I felt the rhythmic clench of a powerful cunt in the throes of an orgasm and the flood burst inside my cock. I felt the first spurt of semen into her body as an almost painful release before the wave of pleasure flowed from the head and shaft of my cock through my stomach and into my brain like a blow from a silk sledgehammer. A flood of seed rushed from my body into hers in waves that matched the clenching of her cunt. She felt the powerful throbbing of my cock, and the rush of warmth into her body, and screamed again in the middle of her orgasm as she welcomed my seed into a fertile body that both demanded and deserved the worship it was at last receiving.

We shouted our mutual defiance of entropy into the ether as she held her cunt impaled on my body. The powerful clenching of her cunt eased and the streams of semen pulsing from my cock into her body slowed and eventually stopped. The heat of her wonderful cunt continued to surround my still-eager cock, and we lay together, sweaty and exhausted in the warm air of the room, as she recovered from her second incredible orgasm and I revelled in the warm, wet aftermath of our fuck. My still rigid cock held her mounted above me like a butterfly pinned to a naturalist’s mat, and I knew that it would only be a matter of moments before I was fit to fuck her again.

“Gini, would you mind pulling yourself off his cock so I can finally get laid?”

Gini raised her head and grinned at Lisa wearily. She lifted herself reluctantly from my cock, which had already begun to twitch and grow inside her cunt, and I felt the walls of her vagina slide past the head of my cock until she lifted herself completely off my cock and collapsed on the sofa to my left with a sigh.

I looked to my right, where Lisa had been masturbating as her friend and I fucked. She looked down at my cock, wet and glistening with the juice from Gini’s cunt, and lifted herself in one smooth motion off the sofa to stand in front of me, facing away from me but within reach of my damp hands. I reached out and put my hands on her thighs, admiring her stunning ass, and already anticipating the incredible feeling of her cunt on my cock. She bent over and reached down between her legs, gently grasping the shaft of my cock as she peered at me from between her thighs. She smiled, and winked.

The sight of her trimmed pussy just inches from my face was enough to drive a man mad, even after years of fucking her regularly, and her gorgeous breasts swayed slowly as she ran her right hand gently up and down my aching and eager prick. The knowledge that she was about to lower herself onto my cock, already lubricated with nectar from her best friend’s cunt, was almost enough to make me cum in her hand as she stroked my erection.

I could feel the saliva rush into my mouth as I recalled the taste of her pussy. Leaning forward while she fucked me with her right hand, I gently buried my face in her damp pussy and tongue-kissed her pussy, flicking the button of her clit at the front of her slit with the tip of my tongue. I heard her moan deeply, and she pushed back with her ass until I fell back against the back of the sofa and her eager cunt was above my wet cock. She pushed down with her fingers and held me firmly as she slowly lowered her body towards mine.

The moment of contact between her clean, wet pussy and my sodden, glistening cock was unforgettable as I watched a drop of nectar from her pussy drip from her cunt and join Gini’s glistening juice on the head of my cock. She held herself above me with strong legs and began gently lowering herself onto my cock by increments that grew with maddening, torturous slowness. First the very tip of my cock parted her lips before she pulled herself upwards and away. Then, as she lowered herself again, I felt the heat of her lips crawl another half inch down the head of my cock and was certain she was going to impale herself fully on me before she once again lifted herself and pulled away. Going mad with lust as I watched her fine ass and delicious cunt bob up and down on my cock, I reached out with my hands to grab her hips and pressed firmly down.

Not to be forced, she clenched her fingers painfully around my testicles, a clear warning to back off.

It took an eternity for her eager, sodden cunt to swallow the length of my cock, each time taking in an extra half inch until the full length of my shaft was buried inside her body. Even then, her body rose on strong legs to almost allow the head of my cock to escape her loving embrace before once again lowering her pussy with maddening slowness to envelop and swallow my cock with an unbelievable heat and pressure that sent streams of pleasure rippling down my cock and into my brain. I panted with desire, wanting nothing more than to fuck her brutally, but knowing that any movement would result in a painful squeeze to my balls. She quite literally had me in hand and was intent on driving me insane before allowing me to flood her cunt with cum.

I heard her begin to moan, and knew she had reached down with her left hand to find her clit. The couch moved to my left, and I looked over to watch Gini rise from the sofa and walk towards the kitchen. She stopped after walking past Lisa, then turned and knelt in front of her. I leaned to one side to see what was happening as Lisa continued her inhumane assault of tenderness on my cock. I could see Gini look enquiringly into Lisa’s face as I fucked my wife, then lean slowly forward, tilt her head, and softly kiss the woman I was fucking. My cock leaped inside Lisa’s body as I heard her moan softly as she kissed her friend. Gini’s hands reached out to gently cup Lisa’s swaying breasts, and she caught each nipple between thumb and forefinger and squeezed gently.

Lisa’s assault on my cock grew in intensity as Gini kissed her and gently tortured her nipples. I could feel her cunt tighten around me, and felt the vibrations of her voice on my cock through the muscles of her cunt as she began to quietly grunt. I knew that feeling well, after three years of fucking her, and knew that an orgasm was building in her cunt. I felt another surge of fire in my own cock, and a surge of pain in my testicles as they clenched once again in anticipation of setting my seed in another remarkable woman.

Lisa released her hold on my cock now, and put her hand on Gini’s shoulder for support as they kissed. Her cuntstrokes were powerful now, and each plunge onto my cock was stronger and stronger as her ability to restrain herself quickly vanished while sensations from her nipples, mouth, and pussy overwhelmed her desire to torture me with her cunt.

Lisa’s quiet grunts turned to rhythmic moans as she kissed her friend, moans that forced their way out of her throat each time her firm ass bounced off my thighs. I could feel her hot, wet, powerful cunt begin to pulse on my cock, and heard her moans turn to rhythmic whimpers as she felt her orgasm begin to build. My own voice responded in kind without my consent, snarling a monosyllabic chant that matched hers in a primal and powerful beat. Gini released Lisa’s right breast and slid her hand down Lisa’s arm until their hands were mated under Lisa’s matted pussy. Lisa’s whimpers became a plea as she realized Gini’s intent.




Clueless George



“Oh yes, oh yes please, oh God yes please, oh God yes please yes… ”

She raised her fingers from her own pussy and set her hand on Gini’s shoulder, leaning on her with both arms for support, but Gini’s hand continued to rest between Lisa’s legs, dipping gently in the moist, fragrant slit to find Lisa’s clit. Her fingers gently brushed Lisa’s button as Lisa’s cunt was filled with my cock, and the combination of my cock and Gini’s fingers drove the last remaining tendrils of logic from her mind.

“Oh, it’s coming, I can feel it, it’s coming, it’s COMING, OH FUCK ME I’M CUMMING…” Her bestial shriek rang through the house as Gini’s fingers and my cock filled her mind with fire. Gini gazed intently into Lisa’s face with a fulfilled look of accomplishment, released Lisa’s right breast, captured Lisa’s head with her left hand, and drew her head down into an eager kiss as Lisa came. Her shriek cut off by Gini’s bruised lips, Lisa groaned madly as the orgasm flooded through her body. She thrust herself down onto my cock and held herself pinned there, clenching my cock with a cunt tighter and more powerful than any other woman I had known. I felt Gini’s fingers brush the skin of my cock as she stroked Lisa’s clit, and without warning I exploded in Lisa’s body.

I watched their lips meet as I burst inside of her. The orgasm rushed through my cock and stomach so powerfully that every muscle in my body clenched, stealing my breath. Choking, sputtering sounds escaped from my throat as my cock sent stream after stream of ropy cum deep inside my girl. Billions of sperm were thrust deep inside her cunt and began their journey up into her body in search of meaning. The second-to-last thought that ran through my mind before passing out was that if I didn’t find a way to breathe soon I would probably die. The last thought I had before everything vanished in a warm, happy haze was that my wife’s pulsing cunt felt wonderful around my cock and that there were few better ways to die…

When I woke up, the sun was streaming in the bedroom window. I had no memory of how I had arrived there, or what had happened. The room, however, was warm and comfortable, and the duvet was tucked under my chin in a way that made me feel like a kid again. I sighed with contentment and blinked away the sleep in the corner of my eyes before lifting my head slowly and turning my head to the left and settling back into my pillow.

A pair of familiar but out-of-place brown eyes greeted me.

“Good morning, lover.” Gini grinned and stretched to give me a soft kiss.

I kissed her back with soft, dreamlike enthusiasm, then remembering the night before and that I was married, turned my body quickly to the right to search for my wife. She was there.

“Good morning, hubby.” Lisa smiled and stretched to give a peck on the nose.

I felt Gini’s fingers run down my spine and around the curve of my thigh to gently grasp the limp girth of my penis. She began stroking me gently, and kissed the nape of my neck as I kissed my wife good morning. My aching cock complained bitterly about the abuse it had taken the previous night before it decided that her warm fingers actually felt quite good and it began to grow under her gentle ministrations.

Lisa looked down the bed and shook her head in mock contempt as the covers moved above Gini’s moving hand. She lifted the covers and watched for a moment as her friend’s fingers quickly brought me to attention. Lisa raised her head and squinted at Gini before flopping her head back down on the pillow and turning her body in the bed until her back was facing us both. She yawned loudly, and spoke through the yawn to our new wife with more than a trace of sarcasm.

“If you absolutely must have him now, use the guest bedroom, but I fully intend to sleep in this morning. And don’t forget that after this week you get him every other week. If you wear him out on me I’ll kick your ass, and make sure he doesn’t wear a condom. It’s time he started paying his dues with babies. If he doesn’t like it, beat him mercilessly about the head with a large stick. Now goodnight and get out.” With that, she stole the duvet, wrapped herself in it, and promptly fell back to sleep.

As I turned to follow the tug on my cock as Gini led me to the guest bedroom, I couldn’t help but grin. Paying my dues indeed. Babies they would have, as many as they wanted, and a good father for them as well.

And although I might not be so generous as to add another permanent husband to the mix, I already knew what I would be giving them as a present after our babies were born and their tender bodies were back in prime fuckable condition. I was certain the local university could spare a member or two of their tennis or football teams for a weekend.

After all, I thought, as I tasted Gini’s sweet pussy -- and later as the wet warmth of her cunt embraced my cock -- and yet again later as I woke Lisa up with my warm breath on her thighs and my tongue on her clit -- one good turn deserves another.



Clueless Henry



Two over heard conversations led to both the best and worst times of my life. I know it sounds confusing, but then ain't that life?

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I wasn't even supposed to be there. I had flown to Chicago to renegotiate a contract with a supplier who had missed several delivery dates. I got to the supplier only to be told that there would be no talks because they had just filed bankruptcy. I called the airport and found that if I hustled back to the airport I could get a flight back home at eleven that morning. 

I left at seven and I was back home at two. I stopped at the office to let the boss know the situation with Argus. I entered the building, took the elevator to the third floor, but decided to hit the john before reporting in to Mike.

I was sitting in the end stall when someone else came in and took the stall on the other end. I heard a cell phone ring and the guy on the other end answered it and I recognized the voice of Dan Winters.

"Hello?

"Oh hi."

"No, I don't think so. Mike sent Henry out of town again so that means he will be with Claudine tonight and tomorrow night. Hell, he might even take the day off and spend it with her."

"No way. Not without Mike."

"Okay, I'll ask him and see when he is available again, but I know that it won't be as long as Henry is gone."

"Okay. I'll check with Mike and call you back."

I heard Dan flush, go wash his hands and then leave the room. I sat there and considered what I'd just heard. My boss Mike had sent me out of town and my boss Mike was going to be spending the time I was gone with my wife Claudine. Given the tone of the conversation on Dan's side it did not seem like it would be the first time that it had happened. 

And there was one other thing to consider. 

There was no way that Dan could have missed the fact that my stall was occupied, but he still held a normal conversation in a normal tone of voice that meant, to me anyway, that it didn't matter if the person in my stall heard what was said. To me that said that it also didn't matter to Dan because it was common knowledge anyway. Common knowledge that could be mentioned out loud because good old Henry was not around to hear it. Henry, the poor bastard, was in Chicago. I decided that I wasn't going to check in with Mike after all. I left the building and headed for the house without bothering to call Claudine.

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As I drove home I thought about our marriage and our relationship. I'd met Claudine in my senior year at Eastern Michigan University. It had been love at first sight on my part, but not hers. In fact it took me a dozen tries before she would agree to go out with me. 

Once we started dating Claudine still dated others and I only got to go out with her two or three times a month. She told me that she wasn't going to have a relationship with any one person until she was sure she was ready to settle down and then she would narrow the field down to the ones that really interested her. I got tired of being one of many and even though I wanted her I decided to give it up and I stopped calling her. She would take her place on that long list of things that I really wanted, but never got.

About a month before graduation I was sitting in one of the off campus coffee shops when Claudine came in, saw me and came over and asked if she could join me. I said yes and she sat down. She asked me how I'd been and I said that I was fine and then she asked why I had stopped calling her.

"I got tired of standing in line Claudine."

"That is no way to win a girls heart Henry."

"I don't see it that way Claudine. To me I was chasing after something that did not want to be caught."

"I told you that I would eventually narrow the field Henry."

"Yes you did, but you didn't say that it would be any time soon and there was a limit to how much time I was going to spend on what might be a losing proposition."

"That isn't a very romantic attitude for a man to have."

"I didn't get a whole lot of encouragement from you Claudine. I was just one of many and you didn't treat me any different than you did any of the others so why fight it?

"You were on my short list Henry,"

"But still on a list Claudine. I'm at the point in my life where I need something permanent. In just a little over three weeks I'll be out of here and I don't yet know where I'm going. I have offers from both coasts and I haven't yet made up my mind where I'm going, but I may not be around here much longer. Even if I had been on your short list at the time I gave up calling there wouldn't have been enough time left to develop the kind of relationship I want."

"Too bad Henry; it could have been" and she got up and left.

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I too had a short list. It was of job offers I'd received after sending out resumes and going for interviews. I settled on the one in Atlanta and a week after graduation I started my new job. The first couple of weeks were spent learning my way around the job, meeting co-workers and settling into my apartment. 

There were a half dozen single women where I worked and when they found out I was new to the area a couple of them offered to show me around. I took them up on the offer and dated three of them off and on. There was no spark between any of them and me and the relationships were more like good friends paling around. I did meet one woman who lived in my apartment complex and while there was no spark there either Carrie was open to a 'friends with benefits' relationship and that is what I settled for and stopped looking.

Eight months went by and then my company bought out another company. There was a lot of job duplication and a lot of the people in the purchased company were let go or offered a transfer and so it came to pass one day that I heard a familiar voice behind me say:

"Hello stranger."

I turned around and there stood Claudine smiling down at me.

To shorten the tale some Claudine and I started dating and about six months later Claudine told me she was looking for another job and when I asked why she said:

"Read the company policies and procedures manual Henry. It clearly states that family members may not work in the same department."

That was my first indication that Claudine's short list was down to just one name. She was able to work out a lateral transfer to another department and three months later we were married.

The next five years were great. We had decided to hold off on having kids until we'd had some time to go places, do some things and in general enjoy life and we did.

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When I got home I parked one block over from the house and walked home. My plan was to sneak into the house, find a good hiding place and then catch Mike and Claudine in the act. After kicking Mike's ass I would throw Claudine out and then find myself a damned good attorney. 

But catching the cheaters wasn't to be, at least not then. Claudine must have left work early because her car was already in the garage. I walked in the back door of the garage and quietly opened the connecting door from the garage to the house. I was hoping that maybe Claudine would be in the shower getting all clean and sweet smelling for her lover and that would give me an opportunity to get in the house and hide, but Claudine was in the kitchen talking on the phone. Through the cracked open door I listened in on my second one sided phone conversation of the day.

"When will you get it through your head that when I say no I mean no."

"No Mike, I don't believe you. You will lie to me and then do what you did the first time. It is bad enough that you have me cheating on Henry, but I will not do it while talking to him on the phone."

"No, damn it no! You can come over after I've had his evening phone call and not one minute before."

"Okay. I call you as soon I've heard from him."

I quietly closed the door and went back to my car. Even though I'd heard what Dan had said there was still a small part of me that said, "No, there must be some mistake. She wouldn't do that to me." But after what I'd just heard from her own mouth there wasn't even a smidgen of denial left in my body. One thing I did know was that if Claudine wasn't going to call Mike until after she had talked to me she wouldn't be calling Mike that night.

I stopped at a gas station phone booth and looked in the Yellow Pages. It took me nine phone calls before I found a detective agency that still had someone in the office and who would agree to see me on such short notice. It cost me a premium to get them to do what I wanted, but ten minutes after Claudine left for work in the morning a man from the agency was busy wiring the house for audio and video.

An hour after he left I called Mike on my cell phone and told him that I might have to stay in Chicago a day longer than I'd planned. I told him it looked like Argus would be closing its doors for good and that I should know in a day or so. Next I called Claudine at work and asked who she was busy talking to last night.

"I called four times and got a busy signal every time. I finally gave up and went to bed."

"I don't know why you couldn't get me honey. I wasn't on the phone at all last night. I even waited up for your call."

"No matter. I just needed to hear your voice and tell you that I love you."

"I love you too baby. Hurry home okay?"

"It looks like I'll be here until the day after tomorrow. If you have to call me do it on my cell since I might be in late, late meetings trying to solve the problems with Argus. Since I'm talking to you now I won't call again tonight. I'll call you tomorrow when I know more about when I'll be able to leave."

After that it was keep out of sight so no one could tell Claudine or Mike that I was I the area. I was parked down the street in a rental when Claudine arrived home at five forty-five and twenty minutes later Mike's Escalade pulled up in the driveway and he got out and went into the house. He didn't knock on the door or ring the bell; he just opened the door and walked right in. That pissed me almost as much as the fact that he was fucking my wife. As soon as the door closed behind him I started up and drove off.

I took in a movie that night and the next day I lounged around the motel pool for a while and then watched some TV. At one I called Mike and told him that Argus had gone belly up, but I wouldn't be able to get a flight out until the next morning. Then I called Claudine and told her the same at that it would be another day before I could get home to her. Then I told her that I wouldn't be calling her that night since I needed to get to bed early because I had to be at the airport at six am for my flight.

I was parked just down the street again when Mike showed up and walked into my house. Mike didn't know it, but he was about to pay one hell of a price for stabbing me in the back. Claudine wasn't going to make out too well on the deal either.

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Claudine left for work at seven-fifteen the next morning and at nine the man from Stillwell Investigative Services had all of his equipment out of the house. I had him leave the phone tap and when I stopped by the Stillwell offices that afternoon to pay the balance of my bill I paid to purchase the phone tap. At two I had a DVD in my briefcase and was on my way home to view it while I waited for Claudine to come home from work.

It was an eye opener. Mike treated Claudine like shit! He pushed her around, slapped her ass, bit her nipples and when he fucked her ass he just shoved his cock into and smiled when she screamed. He grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her head back so far that it stretched her neck as he fucked her doggie and said:

"Whose slut are you?"

"Yours baby."

"You like my cock?"

"I love your cock."

"What do you want bitch?"

"Fuck me baby; fuck me hard."

"You are mine right?"

"Oh God yes baby; I'm yours."

He was pounding into her missionary with her legs up on his shoulders when he asked:

"Who fucks you best you sleazy cunt?"

"You do baby; you know that you do."

"Better than your wimpy ass husband?"

"Much better baby. Fuck me baby, fuck me hard."

There were hours of that shit and I could look at it later. I started skipping over the fuck scenes and stopped to watch the parts where they rested up and talked.

"Have you told him that you are ready for a kid yet?"

"Just last week like you told me to."

"What did he say?"

"He said he was glad because he was ready to be a daddy."

"Well he isn't going to be one because it is going to be my kid right?"

"Yes baby, all my babies will be yours."

"You get off the pill like I told you?"

"Yes baby."

"You tell him you have gone off the pill and that he has to use a rubber. Tell him you want to plan the time of your pregnancy. When are you going to be at your most fertile again?"

"The twenty-first baby."

"So I need to get your wimp ass husband out of town say from the nineteenth until the twenty-third and then fuck you like crazy to get you pregnant. Probably should plan on taking those days as vacation days or sick leave so we can fuck up a storm and make sure that I knock you up. Sound good?"

"Yes baby. I'm already looking forward to it."

It was news to me that Claudine was ready to have a kid. She hadn't mentioned it to me. If I was ready to kill them both after hearing what they talked about on that first night after hearing what they talked about the second night I was ready to kill them dismember them and feed them to hungry dogs.

Mike spent the night and ripped off a piece and then told Claudine to plan on having a 'motel lunch' with him that afternoon. 

"I want your mouth coated with my cum when you kiss him when he gets home. I want your cunt full of my cum and before you fuck him I want you to make him eat your pussy so he can taste me."

"Yes baby."

"Call me when he falls asleep and tell me what his face looked like when he lapped me up. If he wants to know why you are so wet tell him it is because you have gotten so horny waiting for him to get back. You got that?"

"Whatever you want baby."

"God, but you are such a slut."

"I'm a slut baby, but I'm your slut."

"Yes you are and don't you forget it bitch."

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I had the DVD hidden away and dinner on the stove when Claudine got home. I wasn't ready to confront her yet so when she ran up to me and threw her arms around me and went to kiss me I steeled myself for it and hoped that I wouldn't barf, but I was surprised. I knew what cum tasted like – mine anyway – since I had kissed Claudine after she had given me head, but when she kissed me what I tasted was Crest toothpaste. It seemed that regardless of Mike had told her to do she had stopped on the way home and brushed her teeth. When she broke the kiss she said:

"Can dinner wait? I'm horny as hell."

"I guess it can wait."

"Good. Turn it down low or turn it off so it doesn't burn while I run up and take a quick shower. Meet you on the bed in five okay?"

"You got it."

So much for me soaking my cock in Mike's dick snot. The only reason for Claudine to take a shower just home from work would be to clean Mike's gunk out of her.

She was naked on the bed when I got there and as soon as I stripped I got on the bed and moved to go down on her just to see what she would do. As I moved into position she said:

"Not tonight honey; I'm horny and I need you in me. Hurry honey, make love to me. I need it bad."

After we had finished she wouldn't let me go sixty-nine with her either. "No honey, not tonight. I want to concentrate on you."

I wondered what was going on. She didn't do any of the things that Mike had told her to do and that she had told him she would do. She got me up and we went a second time and then went down to dinner. She brought me up to date on all the latest gossip that I had missed by being gone and then we did the dishes, watched some TV and then went up to bed. She got me hard and we went one more time then she snuggled in next to me and we fell asleep. I slept soundly and I didn't know if she got up and called Mike or not. The telephone tap would answer that question for me.

The next day was Saturday and it was the once a month when Claudine went and had her hair done. As soon as she was gone I checked the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. After I had watched the DVD I'd gone into the bathroom and checked out Claudine's birth control pill holder. I had counted them and the count was down one from the previous day so she was lying to Mike about going off the pill. Next I pulled the tape out of the recorder on the phone line and listened to it.

"He's sound asleep."

"Did you what I told you?"

"Of course I did."

"What happened?"

"When I kissed him he made a face and asked me what I'd had for lunch. I couldn't tell him it was your cock so I told him it was fish and he told me that I should go brush my teeth."

"How did you end up with a clueless clown like him?"

"He's not all that bad."

"He just can't take care of you like I can is that it? Did you have him eat your snatch?"

"He was reluctant, but I said 'no eatee, no fuckee' and he made a hell of a face when he did it, but he didn't say anything."

"Of course not. He's clueless."

"Good thing for us baby. If he wasn't clueless we could end up being caught. He did piss and moan when I made him wear the condoms I bought on the way home. I almost thought he wouldn't make love to me. I did get him to buy the story that I didn't want to take chances until I could plan the time. I told him no way I wanted to find myself eight months pregnant in the winter and he seemed to accept that."

"Have you figured out yet how you are going to get him to go along with naming it Michael if it is a boy and Michelle if it is a girl?"

"No, but we have plenty of time before we get to that point."

"I want you to find a way to spend an hour or to with me on Tuesday."

"I'll try."

"Try my ass you slut! You will do it."

"Yes baby. I guess I'll just have to tell him I have to work late. It is a good thing he never checks on that."

"I keep telling you; the man is clueless."

There was more, but that was the meat of it. I wondered how it had started and how long it had been going on. Not that it mattered. It had started and it was going on and as a result there was going to be a whole lot of hurting going on because of it. 

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Monday I made an appointment with an attorney and I was in his office Tuesday afternoon when I got the call from Claudine telling me that she was going to be working late. I'd already played the tape for the attorney so we both knew what 'late' meant. 

The mechanics were cut and dried. It was a no fault state so the assets were going to be split fifty/fifty and we both made comparable wages so there would be no alimony. Where I would make out on the deal was that our state was one that allowed alienation of affection suits and – and this was the biggie – Mike was over my department and Claudine's department and our company policy and procedures manual was quite specific when it came to relationships between supervisors and subordinates. Mike having anything at all to do with Claudine was a very big no-no and his sending me out of town so they could be together was the kiss of death so in addition to suing Mike for alienation of affections I would be suing to company for failing to enforce the CP&P. 

At the very least Mike and Claudine would be joining the ranks of the unemployed and the chances were better than good that the company would settle the suit to keep things from going public. I wouldn't be able to work there any more after I sued, but given that I figured that everyone I worked with – evidenced by Dan's phone call – knew that I was being fucked over and kept quiet about it I didn't want to stay there and work with the assholes anyway.




Clueless Henry



It was all worked out before I left the attorney's office. Mike, Claudine and the company would all be served Friday morning. The company, in the person of Marge Bishop, the manager of Human Resources, would be served first and then Mike and then Claudine. It was set up that way in the hopes that Marge would get right on the phone to Mike and would be talking to him when the process server walked up to his desk. Mike would know who the guy was and what was going to happen to him as soon as he hung up the phone. The timing was set for eleven am since I had a standing lunch date with Claudine every Friday at noon. That way I could save a few bucks not having to buy the cunt a meal.

When I walked out of the office I saw a woman sitting in the reception area. Our eyes met and she gave me a nervous smile and looked away from me. She looked familiar to me. I'd seen her some place, but it wouldn't come to me. Oh well, stuff like that happens and I knew it would sit in the back of my mind and bug me until I could place her.

My kiss from Claudine that night tasted of Crest again and again she wouldn't let me go down on her because she claimed she had a yeast infection but she offered to take care of me with her mouth. I let her bring me off that way – twice – and then we fell asleep. She did get up and call Mike after I fell asleep. I checked the recorder the next day and it was pretty much a repeat of the last called I listened to. She told him about doing all of all the things she did that he told her to do that she didn't do. Yes, she had frenched me with her cum coated mouth and yes, she had me eat her pussy and suck all of his gunk out of her before fucking me and then had to fake an orgasm because I just couldn't get her off like he could.

They talked about what they would be doing on my next trip and talked about Claudine sneaking away for a quickie on Saturday or Sunday. They didn't know it, but there would be no reason for them to sneak around after Friday.

Wednesday when Claudine got home she told me she had gone to the drug store over lunch and got a self test kit and she found out she didn't have a yeast infection after all and did that give me any ideas?" It did and I took advantage of the fact that I had only two more nights and then she would be history and I would have to start looking for her replacement.

I had no idea what was going on with Claudine. No change in the quantity or quality of our love making and no signs that she was unhappy with me. The love and affection all seemed to be there so what was she doing with Mike? And what was with all the lying to him about what she was doing to me at his direction? Well, he wasn't married so she could move in with him after her rude awakening on Friday.

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At nine Friday morning I told Mike that I had a doctor's appointment at ten and depending on the outcome I might not be back. I wished I could have been someplace where I could have seen him when he was served The guy serving the papers worked for the attorney and he had been instructed to hand the papers to Mike and say:

"Clueless said for me to tell you to have a nice day."

But I needed to get home and have all of Claudine's stuff packed and ready when she rushed home after being served. I left at ten and went home and started packing Claudine's stuff and moving it out into the garage. I was about a third of the way done when my cell went off. I looked at my watch and saw that it was ten after eleven and that the call was from Claudine. I smiled and let the call and the next dozen go to voice mail. Then the home phone rang and I answered it.

"Hello?"

"Henry? What are you doing home and what is the meaning of these divorce papers? And what the hell is this garbage about adultery?"

"Well first of all what you have been doing with Mike is adultery and what you were doing with Mike is why I am divorcing you. As for what I am doing here at home I am packing your stuff and moving it out into the garage where it will be when you come to pick it up."

"Just wait Henry. Don't do anything until I get there. We need to talk honey. It isn't what you think it is. I'm leaving right now and I'm heading straight home. I love you Henry. Don't doubt that. Don't ever doubt that."

She hung up before I could tell her not to bother because it would be a waste of time. I went into the den and got a copy of the DVD, put it in the player, turned on the TV and then went back to work packing up Claudine's belongings.

I heard her when she came into the house and went downstairs. She rushed up to me and tried to put her arms around me, but I pushed her away. I took her arm and led her over to the couch, pushed her down on it and then walked over to the player and pushed the 'play' button.

"You sit here and watch this until it is over and then I'll listen to what you have to say, but I'll tell you ahead of time that you will be pretty much wasting your breath."

Five minutes later she walked into the bedroom, but before she could say a word I said:

"I said watch it until it was over and then I'd listen. You still have another forty minutes to go. Be thankful I'm only making you watch the highlights instead of the hours and hours I had to watch."

"I don't need to watch it. I was there. I know what took place."

"Then why are you here wasting my time?"

"Because it isn't what you think and I have to let you know that."

"What am I, stupid? I have hours and hours of you fucking that dirt bag and it isn't what I think? It was all done with special effects? That wasn't his cock going into your body? That wasn't you, just your head photo shopped or magically transposed onto someone else's body?"

"Don't be sarcastic Henry. What I mean is that it had nothing to do with you or us. I love you Henry and I always have. Mike shouldn't have happened, but he did and I ended up liking what I got from him so I kept seeing him. I don't love him Henry and in fact most of the time I don't even like him all that much. He was never a threat to you Henry. I'm yours and I always will be yours."

I laughed at that and then said, "How can something that shouldn't have happened happen and then continue happening?"

"I dated Mike maybe a half dozen times after I first got here and before you and I got together. We did make out several times and one or two of them got pretty hot and heavy, but I wouldn't put out for him and he has always called me a cock teaser. At the last company Christmas party I had a bunch to drink – you remember, you laughed at the way I as acting – and I was feeling good and having a great time. I' danced with everyone in the department and when it was Mike's turn he maneuvered me under the mistletoe and kissed me. It shouldn't have been a biggie, almost every guy there did the same thing. But Mike slipped me some tongue when he kissed me. I was in a mellow mood so I gave him a little back and then he walked me back to our table.

"Maybe half an hour latter I got up to use the bathroom and when I came out and was heading back to our table a door open, a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me into a dark room. I was spun around and bent over a desk and then my skirt was up around my waist, my panties pushed to one side and a cock was pushed into me. I thought it was you. I thought you were being a little bit kinky and I started pushing back and asking you to fuck me and fuck me hard. I got pounded harder and harder and I really got into it. I was pushing back and moaning, "Fuck me, fuck me harder, make me cum, make me cum." I started to orgasm when I heard:

"I always knew you were a slut."

"It wasn't your voice. That's the first that I knew it wasn't you. He pulled out of me, spun me around and pushed me to my knees in front of him and told me to clean him off with my mouth. I told him to fuck off and die and start running because you were going to hurt him bad when I told you that he had raped me. He laughed and asked just who you would be maddest at and he played back all of my "Fuck me, fuck me harder's." He had recorded it on his cell phone. I didn't believe that you could hear them and believe that it was a rape. Then he told me to get busy and clean him up. I wasn't happy about, but I didn't believe that I had a choice so I did it.

"After that night I steered clear of him, but five weeks later when you were out of town a bunch of us stopped at Toby's for drinks after work. Mike came in and about an hour later he came up to me, leaned down and whispered "Lets go." I told him that I wasn't going to go anywhere with him and he smiled and said:

"Okay slut; let's see what your co-workers have to say after they hear this."

H e brought out his cell phone, but before he could push the button to play it I said, "Don't" grabbed my purse and followed him out to the parking lot. He told me to get on the back seat of his car and I told him no. He said:

"Do it slut, or when your hubby gets home I'll play this on the loudspeaker system at work and everybody including your husband will hear you begging me to fuck you."

"I got on the back seat and he pulled out his cock and told me to suck it. As I bent to take him in my mouth several of the people from work left the bar to go home and they walked by Mike's car and saw what was going on. Mike saw them and laughed.

"Still think hubby will buy the rape story? With all the witnesses that saw you leave the bar with me willingly?"

"He had me suck him off in the car and then he drove me home and fucked me off and on all night long. In the morning he made a point of playing his cell phone for me. The bastard had set the damned thing to record and had put it on the bedside stand and had recorded what we did. You know me Henry and how I am when it comes to sex. Once I gave in and he got me going I hollered, screamed and moaned just like I do when you get me going. He drove me to the bar to pick up my car and told me that he was going to spend the night with me every night you were gone and if I gave him any shit over it he would play the damned recording on his cell for anybody who wanted to listen. After that whenever he crooked his finger I went.

"There was something of the submissive in me that I never knew was there and he found it. Mike treated me like a dog and I liked it. He bossed me around; physically abused me and I liked it. His love making was rough and I ate it up, but I swear to you Henry that he was no threat to you. He would tell me to do things to you and I always told him that I would, but I never did. I loved you too much to do any of those things to you. I have a travel kit in my car and I always stopped at a gas station and douched and cleaned myself before coming home to you. I never had any of him in me when I made love to you Henry. I gargled and brushed my teeth before I would kiss you. 

"I fucked him because I was always afraid of what he would do if I said no and yes, I liked it, but I would have stopped in a heartbeat if I could have gotten my hands on that damned cell phone and destroyed it. I love you Henry; honest to God I do."

"But not enough to trust me. You should have come to me at that Christmas party. You should have trusted me and my love for you, but you didn't. Because you didn't all of the people I work with are laughing at the clueless cuckold behind his back. I'm a fucking joke at work and every one there knows that Mike is between your legs as soon as he can get me out of town. But then I wasn't out of town Tuesday was I? You have humiliated me in front of everybody Claudine and it doesn't matter why you did it. The only thing that matters is that you did do it and you continued doing it and you would have continued doing it if I had not found out. I have no room in my life for an unfaithful wife. So, if you have finished with what you came here to say you can start taking some of your stuff out to your car."

"Why should I leave? This house is as much mine as it is yours."

"Because I have no place to go, but you do. You can go live with your lover. Of course the real reason is that given the way I feel about things right now there is a very good chance that I will hurt you if you try and stay here."

"Who do you think you are kidding Henry? You are not the type to hurt me or any other woman."

"The old Henry never would have, but you and Mike created a new Henry and even I don't know how the new Henry is going to behave. He has a lot of rage built up inside of him and it needs to be released. Being around when it happens would probably not be a good thing. Just go Claudine. I don't want to look at you. I don't want to hear your voice. I don't want to smell you. Just fucking leave."

She looked at me, tears starting to run down her cheeks and started to say something and I screamed at her "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!"

She ran from the room and I went back to stuffing her shit into plastic bags.

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I spent the weekend doing odd jobs around the house. Fixing things to make it look better when I put it up for sale. Claudine might want to buy me out and keep the place, but I sure didn't want it after seeing Mike in my bedroom. But even if Claudine wanted it I would still need to get a market appraisal so I stayed busy cleaning and fixing the place up so it would look good for the realtor.

I had no idea what I would be facing when I went to work on Monday. What I got wasn't anywhere near what I expected. When I stepped off the elevator and headed for my desk Dan Winters stood up and started to clap and then everyone in the room was standing and clapping. Dan walked up to me and said:

"Let me buy you a cup of coffee."

He led me to the break room, we got coffee and sat down at a table and Sherri Gossett walked up and joined us. Sherri looked at Dan and he nodded and Sherri said:

"We have been elected to apologize for the group."

"Apologize? What for?"

"For keeping quiet about what was going on between Mike and Claudine. We didn't know what the situation was so we kept quiet."

"The situation? I don't understand."

"We didn't know if you knew or not and we didn't want to interfere."

I guess they saw the confusion on my face because Dan said, "We didn't think you were really that kind of guy, but there are guys who get off on their women playing with other men and guys who like to watch their wives with other men and there are what are called open marriages and there are people who are swingers. We didn't know if that was what was going on or not so we just kept quiet. It wasn't until we noticed that it only happened when you were out of town that we began to suspect that you had no idea what was going on."

I looked from Dan to Sherri and I guess they still saw that I was still trying to figure out what they were trying to say so Sherri said:

"We decided that we had to let you know, but in such a way that if you didn't know we could let you know and if you did know we wouldn't embarrass you by asking you about it face to face."

Dan took over and said. "I knew you were supposed to be in Chicago when I saw you go into the bathroom so I followed you in and faked the phone call that you overheard. If you knew there was no face to face that could cause embarrassment and if you didn't it would have clued you in. We got our answer on Friday when Mike and Claudine were served. The icing on the cake was the company getting served also. Mike was called into the office and suspended without pay pending investigation of the allegations you made. That's what the greeting you got this morning was all about; getting rid of the asshole as well as suing him."

Sherri said, "They sent him home at one and by three everyone in the office had been called in and asked if they knew what was going on. Management is severally pissed at most of us right now. They say that by not letting them know we opened them up to your law suit. I expect that when the big cheeses get here this morning you will be called in."

"I planned on seeing Markman first thing and giving him my letter of resignation. As far as talking to him is concerned I've already been told by my attorney to refer any questions to him."

"Why are you resigning?"

"After overhearing that phone call I figured that every one here knew what was going on and were laughing at me behind my back and no way could I keep working with a bunch assholes like that."

"We don't want you to resign."

"Might not have any choice in the matter. Not likely that they will keep me around since I'm suing them. Another reason for the resignation is so I can leave on my own terms rather than be terminated on some trumped up bullshit that would be used to cover up the real reason for my being fired."

I looked at my watch and said that I'd better be getting to my desk. I stood up and offered my hand to Dan. "Thanks for the heads up." We shook hands and I gave Sherri a hug and went to my desk.

At nine-fifteen I was called into Markman's office and I handed him my letter of resignation. He asked me what it was and he asked why and I told him. He gave it back to me and told me that they would never do something like that.

"Besides, we have plans for you. We want you to take Mike's position. He is gone you know. We will want to discuss your lawsuit, but I understand that we will need to set up something with your attorney so we can do that."

The rest was anti-climatic. Mike and Claudine were fired. The attorney and the company worked it out that the company would pick up my attorney's tab and I would drop the lawsuit. I got Mike's job which came with an eighteen thousand dollar a year raise. Claudine didn't fight the divorce and she didn't want the house so it was sold. I haven't seen or heard from her since the day I handed her the check for her share of the sale of the house. Mike settled the alienation lawsuit (he had to sell his house to come up with the money) and with that money and my share of the sale of the house I bought an upscale condo at Wintergreen Estates.

One day Mike answered a knock on his apartment door and received a fist in his face from a man in a ski mask. He fell to the floor and his unknown assailant did a number on his private parts with a pair of steel toed boots. A neighbor coming home from a night out on the town found him curled up in a ball and called 911. For some strange reason a pair of detectives came to visit me and asked me if I could shed any light on the matter, but all I could do was echo Sgt. Schultz's immortal words.

"I know nothing."

When they asked me if I could account for my time the night it happened to poor Mike I told them that I had just been keeping company with my TV set.

"So you have no alibi for the time?"

"Alibi? Why the hell should I need an alibi?"

I understand the case is still open.

Anyway, that was the story on the worst part. The best part started around the time of the start of the divorce.

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It was about three months from my divorce being final and although I'd sold the house I was still living in it waiting on the closing date. I was driving to work and I saw a woman struggling to change a flat tire and I pulled over to see if I could be of any help. She looked familiar and it wasn't until I was letting the car down off the jack that I remembered who she was. She was the woman who had given me the nervous smile when I was last at my attorney's office.

As I was putting the jack and the flat into the truck she thanked me for my help and offered to pay me for my help. I told her she could buy me a cup of coffee and a sweet roll at the Denny's that was just across the street and she smiled and told me that I had a deal. We introduced ourselves as we walked across the street to the restaurant. Her name was Tammi. As we sat down she said:

"I have the feeling that I know you from somewhere."




Clueless Henry



"I chuckled and said, "That's the feeling I had when I saw you in my attorney's office."

"That's right! That is where I saw you."

"But when I saw you there I had the feeling that I had seen you somewhere before. Do you live in this area?"

"The twelve hundred block of Wilcox."

"That's just six blocks from me. I probably saw you out walking or in one of the local stores. If I'm not hitting on a sore subject what did you need legal help with?"

"Getting rid of an abusive husband. You?"

"Getting rid of a wayward wife."

"Making any progress?"

"Should be final in another sixty days."

"That quick?"

"She isn't fighting it."

"Wish I could say the same."

"Not going smooth I take it?"

"Jules isn't fighting the divorce itself, but he has spent months fighting over every stick of furniture, every nickel and dime and who gets what photos out of the photo albums. He is even fighting over who gets the fish in the aquarium."

"Not meaning to get too personal here, but why don't you just say to hell with it and let him have what he wants? For one thing, if you keep it around after him making such a fuss over it it will only remind you of him. The other thing is that he is probably just fighting over the stuff to piss you off. Take that away from him. Or you could give him part of what he wants."

"What do you mean by that?"

"You are fighting over the coffee table? Cut it in half with a chain saw and give him his half. Photos in the album? Cut everything you don't want him to have out of the pictures and then give him the albums. I don't know much about aquariums, but I can't see where you could come up with any great degree of affection for the fish in it. Unplug it and let it sit for a couple of days and then tell him to come and get it or better yet have it delivered to him."

"I don't know that I can be that mean and nasty."

"It isn't mean or nasty. All you would be doing is giving him back what he is giving you. All he is doing is deliberately trying to piss you off. He is having fun making you suffer. Do you honestly think he gives a rat's ass about an easy chair or a fish? Why waste your energy playing his game? You can buy a new coffee table and one without his memory attached to it. You can copy the photo albums before you give them to him and you can replace the goldfish for a buck apiece. The object of the divorce is to get rid of him. Letting him stay around and continuously fight over stuff that doesn't mean squat in the long run just doesn't make any sense."

"You would think that my lawyer should have told me that."

"Why would he? He became a lawyer because as a lawyer he could make good money. He might be working for you to get you your divorce, but the longer it drags out the higher his bill. Why would he care if you and hubby want to fight over furniture and drag out the process?"

"I guess I should have had a flat tire sooner."

"I have lots more good ideas if you would like to talk about them over dinner tonight."

It was a shot in the dark and I had no expectation of success, but she surprised me and said hat she would like that very much. When I picked her up at seven I was again surprised. When she had said the twelve hundred block of Wilcox it hadn't registered on me, but that was a pretty exclusive neighborhood. The house I walked up to had to be in the million five range and I wondered why she hadn't mentioned the house in the squabbles she was having with her ex.

We ate at Alfredo's and over veal scaloppini and Chianti I told her my story and got hers. Hers was simple. Her husband got violent when he drank and more often than not she ended up his punching bag. He was always guilt ridden and apologetic the next day and swore that it would never happen again if she would forgive him, but of course it did until she had finally had enough. 

She had called the cops several times on him so his abuse was on record when the final time came. He beat on her, passed out and she called the cops and he woke up in jail. She refused to bail him out and when he was released he was served with divorce papers and a restraining order which he promptly violated. He came to the house drunk, hit her several times and then passed out again. She took a cast iron frying pan and beat the fuck out of him with it and he woke up in the hospital. When he was released he was given ninety days for contempt of court for violating the restraining order. He was warned when he was released that the next time it would be six months and a third time would get him a year. He decided that he didn't like jail and settled for harassing her over furniture.

After dinner I suggested going next door to the Black Mushroom for drinks and a dance or two and she said okay. I got her home about one in the morning and walked her to her door. I told her that I had enjoyed myself and that I would like to do it again and then she asked:

"Can you do me a favor and kiss me?"

"I'd love to, but why is that doing you a favor?"

"Don't look, but just down the street is a red and white Ford F-150. I want the asshole to see you with my tongue halfway down your throat."

"Shouldn't you be inside calling the cops?"

"I can't. The restraining order says five hundred feet and where he is sitting is five hundred and twenty-five feet. I know because I've measured it."

"What if he gets pissed and says to hell with the restraining order?"

She opened her purse and showed me the Llama .380 she had in it and said:

"I'd almost welcome it if he did."

I took her in my arms and kissed her. It was a long one and she held nothing back. When we broke the kiss she said, "Call me" and she went inside.

I made it a point to avoid looking at the pick up truck when I pulled out and left. I wasn't at all surprised when the truck pulled away from the curb and followed me to my place. He didn't slow down as he drove by but I would bet that he memorized my address. It would be interesting to see what he would do with it.

I dated Tammi three times over the next two weeks and I learned a little more about her. She owned her home outright and it was hers before she married Jules so he had no claim on it. She was what she called a 'trust fund baby' in that her parents and grandparents had been very wealthy and they had set up several trust funds for her that she came into when she turned twenty-one. I also found out that she worked as an unpaid volunteer for several of the charities in town.

Each date ended with one of her hot kisses and on two of the three dates the F-150 followed me home. I was on the edge of sticking my nose into Tammi's business and calling the police on her ex for stalking along with giving them notice that if they didn't do something about it I would when suddenly it didn't matter any more.

I had a date with Tammi on Wednesday and we did the kiss thing for the asshole in the F-150 and then I left, but this time he didn't follow me. I didn't think anything of it figuring that by then he knew who I was and where I lived. I got a phone call from Tammi at work at nine-thirty. She wanted to know if I could come down to the police station and pick her up and give her a ride home. I asked what was up and she told me that she would tell me when I got there.

It turned out that there would be no more arguments over furniture or fish. Ten minutes after I had left her place her about to be ex kicked in her front door and three steps into the house Tammi had put six .380 holes in his chest. The EMTs who hauled him away said he smelled like the inside of a whiskey barrel. She had called her attorney while waiting for the police to respond to her call and she had spent most of the night at the station going over her story with the detectives. When it was over she was asked not to leave town and told that she might still have to talk to someone from the district attorney's office. Her attorney told her that she had nothing to worry about and had offered to give her a lift home, but she decided that she would rather call me.

As we pulled away from the station house she asked me to take her to a motel.

"I can't face the house right now. There is blood that needs to be cleaned up and right now I just can't deal with it."

"No motel. I'll take you to my place. I don't think you need to be alone for a bit."

She didn't protest so I took her to my place, fed her some breakfast and showed her to the master bedroom. I got her a nightgown that I had overlooked when I had packed Claudine's stuff, showed her where things were and then told her:

"Get some rest and if you need anything just give a shout."

She turned to me and said, "I do need something. I need to be held."

I kicked off my shoes and lay down on the bed with her and held her until she fell asleep. I eased my way away from her, went to the phone and called my secretary and told her that I wouldn't be back that day and then I stripped down to my boxers and got back in bed and cuddled up to Tammi.

I woke up to a very pleasant sensation and I found that Tammi had my cock out of my boxers and was holding it in one hand while licking it. I moved and she looked up at me.

"We would have reached this point sooner or later, but I need it now."

She had already taken off the nightgown and she moved over me. She took me in her right hand, lined me up, but then stopped and said:

"Last chance to say no."

I grabbed her hips and pulled her down on me and then I took my hands off of her and let her go. She rode herself to two orgasms and then I put my arms around her, rolled her onto her back and gave her a third orgasm on the way to getting mine.

When it was over she said, "I'm sorry. You must think I'm a slut, but it has been six months for me and when I woke up you had morning wood or maybe I should call if afternoon wood and I just couldn't help myself."

I kissed her forehead and said, "I don't think you are a slut. I needed it just as bad as you did, but I had intended to wait until my divorce was final. I'm a little old fashioned about some things and I did make some vows when I married and I'd thought I should keep them until I was legally released from them."

"Oh God Henry; I'm so sorry. I didn't know."

"No harm done sweetie. You did say that we would get to this point sooner or later and while I wasn't all that sure that it would happen I certainly wanted it to."

We showered together and that led us back to bed which meant another shower only that time I told her to go by herself or we would never get out of the bedroom. She smiled at me and said:

"That's a bad thing?"

While showered I fixed us something to eat. We ate and then I showered. After dressing I got the Yellow Pages and went looking. Believe it or not there are companies that clean up crime scenes and I found one that could have a crew at Tammi's the next morning. We set a time to meet them and then I asked Tammi how she wanted to kill time until the next day. She told me that she needed to call her attorney and let him know of her new circumstances. She called him and he told her to come down to his office and sign some papers. I drove her over to her place and dropped her off to get her car and told her that I would have dinner ready at seven. She kissed me and then said:

"I have a favor to ask."

"Ask it."

"I don't want to go into the house, but I need a change of clothes and some other things. Would you please go in there and get them for me?"

I told her that I would and she gave me a list and told me where to find them, kissed me again and drove off to her appointment. When I got to the front door I saw that the door jamb was splintered where he had kicked the door open and I also saw that the screen door had three holes in it. The Llama .380 had a seven shot clip and if Tammi had put six into her ex's chest a couple of them must have gone through him. I never thought that a cartridge that small could have that much power. 

I wasn't sure about the legalities of stepping over the crime scene tape, but Tammi did need some of her things so I opened the door and went inside and immediately saw the large red stain on the floor. I worked my way around it, found the suitcases where Tammi said they would be. I found the items that she wanted and then I got out. When she got to my place I told her to cal the detective in charge of her case and find out about the crime scene tape so we could let the clean up crew know if they could get in the house the next morning or should we reschedule. She did and was told that the tape would be removed by morning.

After dinner we sat in front of the fireplace, sipped wine and talked until bedtime. I offered her the spare bedroom and she told me that she would rather have a warm body near. We undressed and she looked at me with a questioning look on her face and I knew what it meant.

"I'm taking my cues from you Tammi. You get to set the scene."

She smiled and said, "In that case there really isn't any doubt, is there?"

It was a very exhausting night.

In the morning I told her to sleep in and I went over to her place and let the cleaning crew in. I was looking at the door jamb trying to figure out what I would need to fix it when the clean up crew supervisor came up to me and told me that fixing the door and replacing the screen in the screen door were part of what they did. I gave him my cell number and told him to give me a call when they were done and he told me that they would be out of there by six that evening, but that it would be best to give the carpet at least twenty-four hours before walking on it.

++++++++++++++++++++

The next day Tammi's home was ready for her to go back to, but even so she spent two out of every three nights with me at my place until I told her the closing was upon me and that I was going to have to start looking for an apartment. 

"Nonsense. I have plenty of room and we are spending most of our time together anyway so it just makes sense for you to move in with me."

She had a point and so I moved in with her. I dreaded going to the closing on the house. Claudine would be there since the house was in both of our names and her signature would be needed on the papers. She had called me at least once a week since she'd moved out asking me to reconsider and to cancel the divorce. I kept saying no and she kept telling me that she loved me and that we could make it if only I would give her a chance. It was hard on me because I know that she did love me and I did miss her at times, but there just was not any way that we could be together and make it work. The night of the Christmas party we probably could have worked through, but not the rest of it. Love her, miss her and yes, even want her, but there was no way I could ever forgive or forget what she had done.

She was there and I could see that she had taken the time to make sure that she would be heart-stoppingly beautiful for the meeting. She was waiting for me outside the room where the closing would take place. She smiled at me and said:

"We could leave and skip the closing Henry. I could be moved back in by tomorrow."

I could have smiled, shrugged and walk by her and into the room without a word, but I did feel the need to hurt the woman who had ripped out my heart and so I said:

"Sure Claudine, and then I could spend all my time trying to catch you with whoever you found to take Mike's place. Doesn't sound much like the kind of life I want to lead so thanks, but no thanks. I think I'll pass on your idea" and I walked by her and into the room.

The signing went off okay and we each left with a check for forty-three thousand dollars. She had been fired along with Mike and she had sued the company claiming sexual harassment. She claimed that Mike blackmailed her by telling her that if she didn't give in to him he would fire me and that the company knew what Mike was doing with her and did nothing to stop it. The company settled with her for an undisclosed sum. She left town the day after the closing and hasn't been heard from since. 

++++++++++++++++++++++

The day my divorce was final Tammi and I went out to celebrate. We had dinner and then stopped at The Cave for some drinks and dancing. When we got home she fucked me into exhaustion and we feel asleep wrapped around each other. In the morning Tammi asked me what I planned to do now that I was single again.

"I'll enjoy the few days of freedom that I have until I can change my status back to married."

"A few days of freedom?"

"Well let's see. We have to have the blood test results before we can get the license and then there is a three day waiting period after we get the license so I'm guessing that I will be a free man for maybe eight to ten days. Oh wait! I forgot part of it. Will you marry me? I will of course sign a pre-nup."

Her face lost its smile and she said, "We have a wonderful relationship and I really very happy with things the way they are."

"I take it that's a no?"

"A no to marriage Henry; not a no to what we have going for us now."

"I don't understand Tammi; if what we have is fine what is wrong with making it legal?"

"Marriage changes things Henry and not always for the good."

"Is this about Jules?"

"He was everything a girl could want Henry. The nine months we were together before getting married were perfect. The first two years after we were married were marvelous and then Jules changed and the last three were an absolute hell. What we have is working Henry so lets leave it be."

She had said no so I dropped it, but just as she was afraid that marriage would change things her "no" also changed things. I liked to think that I was a pretty level headed guy and while a part of my mind understood what Tammi was saying I am human with all of the inherent flaws that humans have. The part of my mind that understood where Tammi was coming from was a very small part of my mind. Much larger parts saw thing differently. One part saw her no as rejection of me personally. Another part saw me lumped together with Jules and Jules had become an asshole after she married him so I would become an asshole too. Another piece saw her rejection of me as her keeping my gold digging hands off of the money in her trust fund and still another saw the rejection as Tammi seeing flaws in me that she did not like.

+++++++++++++++++++++

Slowly our relationship began to change and from where I stood I could only see it going downhill. I decided that before I let things get to the point where we wouldn't even be friends I'd make a change.

Friday over dinner I told Tammi that I was going to start looking for an apartment the next day.

"There is no need for that Henry. Things are fine"

"No they aren't Tammi. Maybe you haven't seen it yet, but I have"

I told her exactly what I had been thinking and that the time for me to get out would be while we were still friends.

"I don't want you to leave Henry. I know you will never be like Jules and I know you aren't after me for my money. I just don't want to get married. We can live happily together for the rest of our lives Henry and marriage won't make it any better than it is right now."

"Maybe not Tammi, but in the back of my mind is the thought that you won't marry me because there is something wrong with me; something that you don't like and can't or won't bring yourself to mention. I will lie there and fester and eat at me and cause God only knows what and like I just said, I would rather end things while we can still stay friends."

She stared at me for almost a minute and then said, "You are forcing me to do something that I had hoped that I would never have to do. Show you the reason why I can't marry you. Go out to the family room and sit down on the couch and I'll be there in a minute."

"What? Why? I mean why should you need to show me anything."




Clueless Henry



"Just go and sit down. It will all be clear in just a minute."

I went out and sat down on the couch and a couple of minutes later Tammi came into the room with a travel case. 

"I never told you what turned Jules into an abusive drunk. While I said that I knew that you would never be like Jules I meant it from the standpoint of believing that you would never become an abuser, but I do believe that you would become just as disgusted with me as Jules did."

She reached into the travel case and brought out a half dozen VHS video cassettes, turned on the TV and pushed one of the tapes into the player.

"Before I show you this I have to tell you a little story. Once upon a time a poor little rich girl rebelled against her overly controlling and restrictive parents. She was tired of being sent off to the "right" schools and of only being allowed to associate with the "right" people. "Right" being defined by her parents of course. She was only allowed to dress on the proper clothing – again, proper being defined by her parents - and anything that she decided that he liked and purchased for herself that her parents didn't like was confiscated and disposed of.

"This went on for years and might have gone on for several more had not her parents introduced her to her husband to be. They had decided that he was "right" for her and they just naturally assumed that she would accept it as she had everything else. Her mother actually started planning the wedding on the night that the poor little rich girl was introduced to her intended – a man she had never seen before in her life. It was too much for her. The next day she cleaned out her mother's jewelry box and loaded several pawnable items into her car, drove into town, hit half a dozen pawn shops and then took the money and headed west. She did mail the pawn tickets home so the purloined goods could be redeemed.

"She ended up in Los Angeles, fell in with the wrong crowd, started doing drugs and because the poster girl for "Wild Child." She did a lot of things that were a real kick at the time. A lot of it for no other reason than to spite her parents. She eventually came to her senses, came home and healed the breach with her family. She met a wonderful man, married him and life was perfect until she came home one day and found her husband sitting on the couch right where you are now and watching this."

She pushed the play button. A title flashed on the screen, "The Wayward Teen" and it was followed by the credits listing several well know male porn stars and "introducing Sunny Daze." The opening scene was of a young girl standing by the side of the road in a school girl's uniform with her thumb out hitch hiking. A car stopped, driven by Hershel Savage, and the girl was offered a ride. A comment was made by savage that "It's only fair that since I'm giving you a ride you should give me one too." The next scene was Savage driving his cock into the girl who was still wearing her catholic school girl's uniform. T.T.Boy walked in on the too and joined in. The girl had Savage in her mouth and Boy in her pussy when Tom Byron walked in. Then it was Savage in her pussy, Byron in her mouth and Boy in her ass. The girl, Sunny Daze, was Tammi.

"The one you are watching is the mildest of the six. One of them has me doing a gangbang with nine men. One has me with a half a dozen blacks and the others are a mix of me with men and women doing all kinds of shit. In one of them I'm sitting in a bath tub with six men peeing on me while I laugh and rub it all over my skin.

"I'm not proud of what I did. I was drugged up or drunk most of the time, but you will notice that I seemed to be enjoying the hell out of it. That is because I was. The sex crazy woman on that screen is the same sex crazy woman who tries to fuck your eyes out of your head every night we go to bed. That was the problem. The girl on the screen and the girl here in the bedroom are one and the same.

"Jules found the tape when he visited an adult book store when he was in LA on business. After he found the first one he tracked down every video he could find that had Sunny Daze in it. The night I came home and found him watching the tape I thought my marriage was over, but it wasn't that way, at least not at first. Jules thought it was a hoot to have his very own porn star, but the more he watched the videos the more it had an effect on him. He watched me take on two, three or more at a time and saw me begging for more and he began thinking that one man wasn't enough for me. He got it fixed in his head that he couldn't satisfy me by himself and that since I wasn't climbing the walls in frustration or dragging him to the floor whenever I was with him that I must be getting the extra I needed somewhere else.

"He started accusing me of cheating on him behind his back. If I was a few minutes late in coming home it was because I was getting it on with a lover. If he called me at work and they told him I was in a meeting he just knew that they were covering for me while I was out getting a 'nooner.' If I was at home and he called and I didn't pick up right away it was because I had to pull myself away from my lover to get to the phone. 

He started drinking and when he accused me of things I told him he was crazy and he called me a liar and hit me. One night he hit me several times and I called the police and they locked him up. He begged and pleaded with me to forgive him and he promised that he would never do it again so I didn't press charges and they let him go. Three weeks later he did it again and then another week later again and I called the police again and that time I pressed charges. The judge was reluctant to give Jules jail time so he gave him a suspended sentence on the condition he go into counseling. It seemed to work and things were good for the next five months and then I had to go out of town to a three day seminar in Denver. Jules called my room a couple of times and I wasn't there so he assumed I was in someone else's room and bed and when I came home he accused me of whoring around and when I denied it he called me a lying slut and then hit me. From there it went on until what happened when he broke into the house."

"Okay, but what has all of that to do with me? Why did you show me that? That is in your past. It was before you met me and it is none of my business any more than what I did before you is yours."

"I had to show it to you. Jules found it by accident and you could have too. I don't want to get married again and go through what I went through with Jules."

"I would never do what he did to you."

"Maybe not the physical abuse part, but what about the disgust part? I know that I'm highly sexed and I know that there are nights when I exhaust you and still want more. You know it too. What will you start thinking when I have to work late and get sent out of town to seminars and conferences? And what about parties and social events? I'm a good looking woman and I attract male attention. How long before you start thinking that maybe I'm slipping off to meet one, two or three of them? How long before you start thinking that since I'm always wanting more I'm out trying to get it?"

"It would never happen because I know you Tammi and you aren't that kind of woman. I know that if I put my trust in you that it won't be misplaced."

"You say that now Henry, but don't forget that Jules was absolutely perfect for me at one time and he changed. You are perfect now, but what you now know can and probably will change you too. If you do and we aren't married we can just walk away."

I just looked at her and shrugged. "Thank you for being up front with me about this, but it doesn't change anything. If anything it just adds one more reason to the list of things that make it necessary to find me my own place."

"One more reason?"

"Yes Tammi; besides the ones I've already mentioned we can now add lack of trust to the list. You don't want to marry me because you don't trust me and I can't live with someone who doesn't trust me."

"Damn it Henry, I don't want you to move."

"Maybe not Tammi, but I think that it will be for the best."

+++++++++++++++++++++

I found a three bedroom condo that I liked, bought it and moved in. I turned one of the bedrooms into a den and home office and settled in. I kept in touch with Tammi and we dated a couple of times a week and the dates usually ended in her bedroom or mine. I guess Tammi found another guy because she started turning me down when I called and asked her out so after a couple of weeks I stopped calling. The condo complex had a pool and an exercise room and I started spending time at both. The complex also had quite a few single women living in it and I met several of them when I used the pool and exercise room. I dated eight or nine, bedded three, but there was no spark between any of us so for the most part we were just friendly neighbors. 

One morning I met Carol in the exercise room, asked her out and we dated a couple of times before falling in bed together. Again there was no spark that would lead to a long term relationship, but we did like each other so we ended up seeing each other two or three times a week. 

It might have gone on like that for years except one night I came home from spending three hours in Carol's bed to find Tammi sitting on my front steps. I invited her in and after seating her on the couch I asked if she would like a drink and she said white wine if I had it. I got her a glass and then I asked her how she'd been.

"Miserable. Things haven't been right for me since you moved out. When you left you left a big hole."

"It couldn't have been too bad. You did stop seeing me you know."

"Yes and it was a stupid move on my part. As much as I wanted you I still needed a full-time man and dating you a couple of times a week wasn't getting it for me. Since you wouldn't be my full-time guy anymore I decided that I needed to date others to see if maybe I could find one who could take your place. I didn't feel that I could do that if I stayed tied to you even partially. I dated a dozen or so guys since then Henry and I've come to realize that you just couldn't be replaced. I'm here tonight to beg you to take me back."

"A dozen or so guys?"

"Yes Henry, a lot of men and you know my sexual nature so I know what you are thinking and you are right."

She opened her purse, took out a paper and handed it to me. "I had that done when I finally accepted that I was going to have to crawl over here and beg."

I looked at the paper and saw that it was a form stating that Tammi had been tested and had been found to be free of any social diseases. I handed it back to her and said:

"This is kind of awkward."

"What?"

"I guess I'll have to get one of these for you."

"Does that mean you will have me back?"

"I don't know Tammi. If by having you back you mean go back to what we had I don't think so."

"Put any conditions on it you want Henry and I'll accept them. I just want you back."

+++++++++++++++++++++++

Tonight I'm picking Tammi up from one of her charity meetings and we are going out for dinner, some drinks and dancing to celebrate our fifth wedding anniversary. As I was driving over to pick her up I thought about the last five years and some of the things that Tamm had worried about. She is still the sexual dynamo that she has always been and she does exhaust me and I know that there have been times – more than just a few I'm afraid – that I have left her wanting just a bit more. I've not become a Jules. I don't doubt her when she says she has to work late and I know that she is behaving herself when she goes out of town.

I'll never say it out loud or even let her suspect that I've even had the thought, but there are times when she leaves me lying on the bed a physical wreck that I almost wish she would stray a time or two and take the pressure off of me.



Clueless Wife



"Honey, I have great news! I'm pregnant!", my new bride exclaimed. Oh joy. We've been married for two months, and now she's pregnant. Now, I know what you're thinking, and yes, I should be thrilled. But let me back up a little. We met in a grocery store. I was picking plums, while she was grabbing grapes. Our carts collided, and the rest is… well, you know. The next thing I know I'm standing in a church, saying 'I do'. We hardly knew each other then, but we know even less today. For instance, I know she's pregnant. She doesn't know I had a vasectomy four years ago. She knows that I'm in research, but she doesn't know I'm a private investigator. I know she's a knockout blue eyed blond, but I don't know who fucked her. But I'll find out. I could just confront her, but that would take all the fun out of it. Besides, I like to win.

            * * * 

Obviously the event happened recently. From just before the wedding, to sometime in the last few weeks. If I can find out how far along she is, I can narrow things down.

"So honey, how far along are you?"

"About eight to ten weeks."

OK, so that was a little easier than I thought it would be. Now to draw up a suspect list. I need to remember every adult male she has been in contact with, starting from our wedding day, ten weeks ago. Ah, the wedding day. I remember it like it was, uh… ten weeks ago. I remember standing at the altar with the other men. My best friend, who was my best man, my brother, who held the ring, and her cousin, just to even out the group. The priest stood in the middle, while the bridesmaids were lined up across from us. I remember her father escorting her down the aisle, as we watched. She smiled and nodded to many people as she neared. OK, so on the first day, I can narrow the list down to, oh say, about two dozen guys. More if you count the caterers at the reception. Now we add the guys she works with, the mailman, the pool guy, the cable guy, our neighbors, and anybody else who crossed her path. It took several hours, but I came up with forty five possibles, some of which, I couldn't remember names. Now it's time to start gathering the pieces.

             * * *

"Have a great day!" we both shouted as we pulled out of our driveway. We both left at the same time each day, even though we work at opposite ends of town. As I got around the corner, I pulled into the mall parking lot. There I traded my car for the one I had rented earlier, and immediately headed the other way. I couldn't catch up to her, but I arrived at her work only moments after she did. She didn't have time to stop anywhere, but I checked her odometer anyway. I took out one of my cell phones, and a few books, and some rubber bands, and opened her door. After a few trial fits, I had the perfect combination. I closed her door, and drove home. I spent the day setting up a few things, then about an hour before she was due to get off, I headed out. First, I called her at work, and told her I had to work late, and not to wait up for me. Then I waited down the street. My cell phone rang, and as I looked at the caller id, I started my rental. I could see her pulling out of the parking lot, but she wasn't headed towards home. I followed her to a nearby motel, and watched as she walked into the room. She already had a key! I jotted down the license plates of every car around, and went across the street to the deli for a quick bite. I was halfway through my pastrami on rye, when my cell phone went off again. Looking at the number on the face, I hurried out to my car. I quickly turned away, when I noticed she was already pulling out past me. She didn't see me, and she appeared to be alone. But this time, she pulled into the health club. She works out regularly, I don't. I couldn't follow her in there, so I headed over to Dairy Queen, for a sundae. I had just licked the dish clean, when my phone rang again. This is too easy, I thought, as I headed back out to follow her again. It didn't seem like she was in there long enough to have a good workout, but long enough to have a good fuck. On my list of possibles, I just listed 'gym' as I didn't know his or their names. After that, she went home. I parked my rental back at the mall, and drove my car home. 

"How was your day?" hoping to squeeze a few clues out of her.

"Long." 

I bet it was. And wide too.

"I had a client meeting, then I stopped by the gym for a bit."

A bit of cock, I imagine.

"How was your day?"She asked, obviously trying to change the subject.

"Bout the same as yours."Except I didn't get screwed. at least, not yet. She seemed to be one step ahead of me. She was already in the shower, probably washing away any evidence. Out of the shower, she bee lined straight for the washer, and dropped her clothes in. Damn, can't check her panties now. I went down on her, but she was clean. I licked every crevice, every nook and cranny, but came up with nothing. Except a few loose hairs in my mouth. I placed them on my t- shirt as I took it off. I'll check them out later. Now for a little in depth probing. How does she keep it so tight? It's hard to be mad, when it's hard. I soon filled her up with warm spermless cum. I noticed her mind seemed to be somewhere else, as I pulled out, but then, my mind was somewhere else too. Just another mindless fuck.

              * * *

Today is her day off. I have no idea what is in store. She set my schedule for me.

"The cable guy is supposed to be here this morning. There's something wrong with our box."

I'm sure he would love to look at your box, I thought to myself.

"Then I'm going to lay out in the sun for awhile. I need to catch the pool guy. He put too much chlorine in the water, last time."

I bet he didn't put too much in you ,though, I said only to myself.

"Sounds like you'll be busy. I need to run to the,uh.. hardware store for some,er..stuff."We detectives have to think quickly.

I puttered around the house until the cable guy showed up. He was a young hunk. I excused myself, as I left the house. By the time I returned, the cable guy was gone, and she was laying in the sun. She was on her tummy, wearing only a thong. Her top was bunched up on the glass table next to her. As I sat down next to her, she rolled onto her back. Those magnificent globes pointing upward. I grabbed the lotion and began rubbing it into her skin. Her nipples hardened under my touch.

"Aren't you afraid the pool guy might see you like this?" I asked, while squeezing a nipple.

"No, he's already been and left. Showed up right after you left. I paid him while he was here."

I bet you did. I retreated back to the house to clean off my desk. I have been so involved in this, I have completely ignored my regular chores. I went through the stack of bills and junk mail. The big legal envelope only had our name on it. I peered inside, ah, it was the copy of our marriage license we requested. I stacked and sorted, while contemplating my wife in a threesome with both the pool guy and the cable guy. She interrupted my train of thought, as she came in, and sat on the couch.

"Bill said he would be more careful next time, with the chlorine. And Ted said we shouldn't have any more problems with the pay per view."

Bill and Ted. She was on a first name basis with both. I made a note in my little book.

The rest of the week was pretty routine. I would follow her, then interrogate her pussy each night, hoping it would spill the beans. I licked, it came. I fucked, it came. I took notes, it never talked.

              * * *

I spent most of Friday night, and all of Saturday morning piecing together everything I had accumulated throughout the week. I was finally ready to confront her.

"Honey, please come in here."I shouted. She had just loaded the dishwasher, and was drying her hands, when she walked into the den. "Have a seat." I pointed to a chair across from my desk. "I know you have been fucking someone."Her mouth dropped open.

"How...what...a..no I haven't!"

"For the past week, I've followed you around, listened to you, and even did some video. I know where you went, and even what radio stations you listened to."

"How did you? What do you mean?"She put on her sweet innocent voice.

"It was pretty easy. I took one of my cell phones, and glued a pencil eraser to the auto dial button. I then secured the phone to a book with rubber bands. I then set it under your car seat. I used enough books to place the phone about an inch below the seat. When you sat your cute little butt down, the seat dropped down enough to touch the eraser, which in turn dialed my number. I knew every time you left in your car. I could listen to your radio, and any conversations you had. I knew when you took two hour lunches, and when you left early. I even know what songs you like to sing along with."

Her face began to blush. 

"Thank God for unlimited nighttime minutes."

"But that doesn't prove anything."she said in her defense.

"I also have video. I know you smell your panties, before you put them on, even when their fresh out of your dresser. I know you play with your nipples, even after you put your bra on. I could even tell you how much toilet paper you use every time you tinkle."She just sat there, staring at me, with her mouth agape.

"Here is what I know.You have spent enough time alone with both the pool guy, and the cable guy to have an orgy. You even know them on a first name basis. But I don't think it was either of them." At this point, I stood up, and began pacing slowly. "You also could have done your trainer down at the gym. I don't believe the muscle head is your type, though."She was fidgeting around in her seat. "I've seen the guys you work with, and although a couple of them are decent looking, I'm convinced their not involved. After cleaning up my desk, I had figured it out. You had called the church, for a copy of our marriage license, but instead of mailing it, it was hand delivered."She was now staring in disbelief. "I think you did it with Father Thomas in the study with French ticklers." She sat there, not moving, or speaking. "Well, am I right?" I demanded. Without looking up, she pulled a small envelope from her pocket, and handed it to me. It contained three cards. The first simply said "Study". The second said "Father Thomas", and I knew before looking, what the third would say, "French Ticklers". As I stood there staring at her, she slowly looked up at me. 

"I found a washcloth under one of the cushions, here in the study."She was frowning at the ground. "That tells me you did it here, in my study. And as I was going through the mail, I checked out your credit card statement. There was a charge for 5.99 from the adult store next to your gym. They don't sell many items for that price, and the clerk remembered you. When you visited the gym earlier this week, you must have stopped in the store." "But, how did you know it was Father Thomas?"

"Easy. When YOU made a copy of our license, you scanned it first on the computer. You deleted it after, but you didn't empty the 'trash'. It was that one mistake that helped me figure it out."

"Boy, I thought I had you this time! I figured you would follow me, so I made several extra stops, to throw you off."

Her frown turned into a grin, as she said,

"OK, now it's my turn! But no fair having a gay lover again, that was too hard for me to figure out last time."

We walked over to the dry erase board hanging on the wall. I took the marker and placed another hash mark under my name.

"Looks like I'm still winning, you'll have to do better!"

And no, my wife's not pregnant, and no, she doesn't screw around. This is just how we play the game of "Clue".