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Crazy

By: helena_snow_renn



Warnings: Admittedly, I have taken a totally ridiculous amount of liberty with Viggo. Lani we all met on the Two Towers Extended Version bonus materials. Immediately I admired her spunk. I thought it would be fun to get the two of them together let her admire Viggo’s spunk; uh, I mean, and let a star have it out (and get it on) with a ‘normal’ person for once. 

Graphic het sex and masturbation.

Timeframe: Helm’s Deep shooting

Bunny: Saralinde’s Lords of Gondor site. She writes such good ViggoHet I had to try it.

As always, this never happened. Sorry Lani, but better you than the bearded ladies of Rohan.

Author: Helena Snow-Renn

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She always went last, not that she even cared after the first couple nights. Lani was the only female Uruk-Hai in the world. For that privilege, she would gladly wait for the seventy-five minutes it took each night for one hundred twenty smelly, sweaty Maoris, Kiwis, and Aussies (mostly) to wash off the crud that coated them after a night of Helm’s Deep. All Lani’s life she’d wanted to be involved in some epic project; despite the all-night shoots and rain and mud, this was perfect. After two months of the nightly battle, some of the stunties were grumbling they’d never see the light of day again. Not Lani. Give her twenty-five pounds of perpetually damp foam rubber costume, a wickedly hooked spear and a helmet and she thrived. She wasn’t shy about saying how much she loved it. 

Like anyone else, she’d be dead tired by the time their five a.m. quitting time rolled around; sometimes she’d been whacked and mowed over one too many times and struggled with her attitude, but she never turned away any of the guys who sought her encouragement. It was just a running joke at first. Then, a source of bemusement. ‘Go have a Lani-talk,’ they’d say. So far, she credited herself with having prevented half a dozen extras from walking. Sometimes though, she couldn’t find the right combination of words to keep a frustrated stunty from walking away from the whole mess. At such times, she referred the men to one Viggo Mortensen. She’d rarely spoken two words to him, but didn’t doubt he could work whatever miracles she didn’t have the power to conjure. There was something simply about the way he’d look at you that made you want to forget whatever petty shit you were bitching about and give it your all. He was, after all, the one who held together the squabbling, many-minded Fellowship and all their lackeys when even Peter and the New Line execs couldn’t. If you believed local legend, anyway. A few disconcerted Uruks couldn’t be much of a problem for him.

There came a day for her to lose her first, which is how she though of it: a guy named Lars, Scandinavian-named and very Aryan in appearance, six-foot-three with a slightly German accent. The other men must have thought him beyond reaching because no one sent him to her. She heard by the grapevine and approached him on her own. He merely shrugged her off in a show of, “This place blows, and what would a woman like you know anyway?” The insinuation was while she wasn’t a man, neither was she truly a woman, being at home in such a rough-and-tumble environment. Attack, main, kill; they did these things all night, even if most of it was fake. 

Determined not to let it wear on her, Lani peeled off her costume in the molten orange light of the rising sun. After dropping it off in wardrobe, she veered toward the weapons stash. It would be at least half an hour till she could have the privacy of the shower room. Might as well run through some exercises. She was beat, but needed the distraction. It took a few minutes to find a medium-length, lightweight sprung-steel sword in the midst of hundreds of heavy Uruk-Hai scimitars, pikes and spears. She started with basic patterns, concentrating on her footwork. After a few minutes she transitioned into somewhat more difficult lunges. She had so lost herself in the rhythm of it she didn’t hear another stunt person come up behind her. When he laid a hand on her shoulder, she whipped around, half crouching, ready to parry an attack. The man’s large dark eyes widened but he had no time to react. Her blade arced toward the unarmed, unsuspecting Maori. A split second before her blade would have sliced into the man’s upper arm it clanged hard against a long, wickedly sharp silver sword rich with etched runes. The impact on her arm that was already trying to hold or turn back the blow shivered it all the way to the shoulder. Lani’s borrowed weapon fell to the ground. 

“Take it easy!” commanded a twangy male voice through her mental haze. “He’s not your enemy.” 

The other man let out his breath. “Oh, shite! Thought I was gonna lose me arm for sure. Anyway… Lani, we’re done. Shower’s all yours.” He smiled thinly. “Don’t worry, Lani. I’ll get you tomorrow. And, thanks.” That last was directed at Viggo. 

Lani picked up her fallen weapon and fled. 

A huge cistern had been rigged weeks ago to facilitate heating shower water. They had several small heaters, similar to the kind one can put in an animal’s water bucket, which could be used when the sun hadn’t shone brightly enough during daylight hours to heat the whole tank. Neither method ever produced enough hot water to go around. They had one rather crude washhouse for the lot of them; just one pipe with six showerheads attached ran through the quickly-constructed little building. It was just one of those things Lani had at first put up with, but had quickly grown used to. With her change of clothes stashed safely in the far corner, she twisted the hot water tap to full blast. What came out was not even lukewarm, but it would do. She stepped gingerly under the running water.

Lani sensed, rather than heard, another human in her near vicinity. Someone else was in the room with her. He’d been quiet in his approach, padding in barefoot. She’d had her head tilted back into the tepid spray to rinse out shampoo. So when she opened her eyes, there sat Viggo himself on the damp wooden bench opposite, slouched down with his legs crossed. The man obviously thought himself clever to have taken her unawares like that. His hair was filthy and plastered to his head. All of his clothes were caked in layers of sludge and were mostly one range of the color spectrum—mud brown. Lani let out a short squeal of surprise and turned her back to him. After all the razzing she’d had to take from the crew about ‘don’t be a pussy’ till they discovered she could kick ass with the best of them, she wasn’t about to let one guy, star of this cacophony-on-wheels or not, intimidate her. So what if she was naked? She could chop through five cement blocks with her bare hands. She had nothing to be afraid of. Or ashamed of. These last eight weeks had toned her already-fit body into sculpted abs and wiry arm musculature, even if it had thickened her thigh muscles from carrying so much extra weight all the time. 

”Didn’t mean to scare you…” The man began in the most innocent of voices. 

Lani cut him off. “Oh, yes you did.”

“Well, fine. Trying to hone my Ranger skills and all that.” 

That was a crock of shit if she’d ever heard it. The look she threw him over her shoulder said as much. He wasn’t fazed in the least. 

“Mind if I join you?”

“Uh…okay.” This was really quite ridiculous, Lani decided. Surely he had a house or apartment or at least a hotel room, one where he had access to hot water. 

In one fluid motion, Viggo rose to his feet and began to unbuckle his sword belt. Lani ceased looking before she got herself in trouble. She’d always found a man unbuckling his belt to be a very erotic gesture, or at least suggestive. 

“There, I’m unarmed,” he joked, and she could hear him brace the sword carefully against the back wall. Lani had no retort for that. Her conscience was still stinging with shame over the near tragic event outside earlier. But as for Viggo...

He was shedding layers of costume quickly, efficiently. Lani reached for the soap. Her hands, feet, and neck were still crusted with mud. The greasepaint they used to encircle their eye sockets was always tricky to get off. Then there was all that sweat. She could smell herself. As Viggo approached, she could smell him, too. It was a very different kind of stink than hers. The sooner they were both clean the better. She resolved not to look at him. Hopefully if she afforded him this small measure of privacy, he would do the same for her. 

The showerhead next to hers sprang to life. Its gout of water hit the wooden floor, then a body. Lani’s hearing suddenly sharpened. 

For an American, one of his age no less, which was about fifteen years older than she, Viggo was very attractive. Lani had always thought so. And he was standing next to her now, wet and naked. ‘Just one peek,’ she told herself guiltily. She would pick her moment carefully.

Viggo surprised her by speaking. “So… you’re the famous Lani, huh?”

Lani had no idea what he meant. He was the famous one. Was that supposed to be a joke at her expense? “What do you mean, ‘the famous Lani’?”

“Well, you’re our only stuntwoman, right?”

“True,” she conceded, while scrubbing at her blackened fingernails. 

“And you’re like the pep-talk girl, I’ve heard.”

“Well, so much for that. I lost one today.”

“Your first?”

“Yeah, actually.”

“I think I remember him. Big guy, blond, soft-spoken… he wasn’t going to last. Homesick, I think.” 

“We all get homesick in this hellhole. I bet even you do.”

“’Even you do,’ she says. Especially me, some days.” He must have turned around, as the water was splattering against his body at a different speed now. Lani started on her other grubby paw. ‘Don’t look, don’t look,’ went her inner mantra.

“There’ve been days I’ve sent guys to talk to you, when I can’t help them,” she told him. “Even though I don’t know you. Didn’t know you. Jesus, what a way to meet, eh?” 

“Hi, Lani, I’m Viggo,” he quipped, offering his hand. Lani caught the movement in her peripheral vision. “Nice to meet you.” 

“Likewise.” She mentally laughed at the absurdity and turned to take his hand. Determinedly, she did not allow her eyes to dip below his neck. He was smiling, a blazingly white, gap-toothed smile that reached his keen storm-blue eyes. Apparently her resolve was not his. He ran a long appreciative look up her form. She felt utterly…naked. Hello. Whatever he thought he was seeing, she could tell he liked it. “Men!” she thought. “One track minds!”

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, seeing her expression. “You’re a striking woman, you know.”

“Right,” she said sarcastically. “When I’m not an Uruk-Hai, right?”

“Maybe I should qualify,” Viggo added. “When you’re not an Uruk-Hai with raccoon eyes.” 

“Oh!” Lani realized she hadn’t washed off the grease paint yet. It had a tendency to run and smear all over her face. Viggo had more or less said she was appealing after that? He had to be crazy. She picked up the soap again. 

“You’re not using that on your face, are you?” Viggo interrupted. 

“Uh… yeah.” She already had suds on her cheeks. 

“Wash that off, girl. I’ve got some stuff here that works great… try it.” 

Probably some expensive all-natural glop that cost as much as she’d made tonight. 

“Thanks, but it’s not necessary.” 

“No, really. It’s gonna take you half an hour to get that off your face. That soap will dry out your skin, too. With this, if you smear it on and wait a minute, it wipes right off.”

Somewhat reluctantly, Lani put her face under the spray. Then she gathered her nerve and faced Viggo, holding out a cupped hand. He caught her wrist, flicked up the lid of a smallish black bottle with his thumb, and poured. The substance was halfway between liquid and jelly, white and viscous. Lani blushed to think of what it reminded her of. Viggo still had her wrist. “Such small hands,” he mused quietly. His calloused palm slid up her arm slowly, fingers wrapped around as far as they’d go, all the way to her shoulder. Tingles rippled outward from where he had touched her. Lani was afraid to look up or down now. Her eyes settled on his chest. Used to much darker-skinned people, she was startled to see such pink nipples on a grown man. Dusty rose pink, like a little girl’s, to her thinking. They were pulled tight from the cold water, tipped with quarter-inch buds, surrounded by puckered areolas and a ring of raised bumps. Fascinating. Lani had the crazy thought that Viggo’s nipples were just right for piercing. A silver ring winking from one or both would have been perfect. 

Abruptly, Lani pulled her arm free and spread the ooze over her face. She hoped she hadn’t been standing there like a dork for too long. Viggo lathered up. Water splashed and thrummed against the floorboards as he turned this way and that. From the sound she was sure that he’d rinsed off and was washing his hair. When it seemed that he’d finished the job, which sounded like a lot of scratching and furious rubbing, followed by many douses of water being squeezed from wet hair, she asked, “Can I take this off yet, you think?”

Viggo’s voice sounded a bit strained. Suddenly he was being very quiet. “Wait; give it a bit more time.”

By now Lani’s skin had adjusted to the water temperature. It actually felt good—invigorating. While she stood there, she started going over the next day’s choreography. 

Still no sound from Viggo. Wait a minute. Heavy breathing. Something… like a muted slapping. No, it couldn’t be… he wasn’t…? If he’d intended to touch her at all, he’d have done so by now. And she’d have broken his fingers. Well, this was too much. Off came the face-goop. Lani gave her pupils a minute to acclimate and faced her left.

“What the hell are you doing?” She bleated out her initial reaction, unable to stop. It wasn’t like she’d never witnessed this particular act before… it was just so… insane! Viggo stood, back to the shower, cock in hand. It was thick and throbbing, jutting out proudly from his narrow hips. His hand was wrapped around it so tightly his knuckles were white, and moving rapidly.

“It’s for my hair. Conditioner.” 

“What does that have to do with…?”

“Semen. Works great,” Viggo stated as if she should have known, duh. He turned his head to stare at her. In fact, he positively leered. “Oh. Did you want some?”

The absurdity of the situation hit Lani hard, so hard she began to giggle, then laugh uncontrollably. After a minute, she was so weak from it she tottered over to lean against the wall. All the while Viggo continued to stroke himself, apparently unbothered by her hee-hawing, his body gradually tensing as pressure built. Lani had had to slide down the wall when she could no longer stand. Finally, her ebullient attack ended. So she sat and watched. ‘And why not?’ Viggo hadn’t told her to leave. Not hardly, to appear while she was showering to strip himself naked, and then proceed to wank in front of her. 

Lani, from her angle, saw him mostly from the back. He’d slicked his hair straight back; made longer the water, the dark strands clung to his neck and fell to the upper line of his scapulae. ‘Wiry’ was how she would have described his build. He was smaller than he appeared under all those layers of costume, but by no means skinny. Months of sword-fighting and riding had the same natural effect on him as it did her. At this moment, all the muscles in his back moved in an animal poetry. They rippled his tan skin subtlety. He’d planted his feet shoulder-width apart, the knees were not quite locked. Drowned-looking dark hair stuck to the columns of his legs. His ass was much lighter than the rest of him, but not white enough that Lani ruled out nude sunbathing. His hips rocked forward, and Viggo had a sensual rythme going. She could practically feel it, feel him. Her breath hitched unexpectedly at his display. Dammit, she didn’t need to go getting turned on. With all the men around, she should not even be thinking about sex, much less sitting here watching it. If she went into the human stew/mosh pit/war zone reeking like a bitch in heat there would be trouble. She’d discovered that the hard way and wasn’t going to ever make the same mistake again. Damn Viggo. She’d need to meditate at least two hours before she set foot on this set again. ‘Thanks a lot, Viggo, for stolen sleep.’ Her meditations would have to come first, or she’d never rest. 

Who was she kidding? First things first. A good wank. A very good, hard, gut-wrenching, earth-shattering, screaming orgasm to make her pass out: that was the only cure. 

The actor stepped up his pace. From where she sat, Lani had a good, eye-level view of his nicely curved ass. In no logical pattern at all Viggo’s cheeks would clench and unclench, showing off the hollows on either side. Lani could see flashes of his hand pounding, of his purple organ above or below the fist. He was going to strangle his parts if he squeezed any tighter. Something about the way he bucked his pelvis forward, into his own ravening hand… Lani’s inner throbbing intensified and picked up Vig’s timing. She had to dig short nails into palms to keep from touching herself. 

His climax had to be soon. Besides the dizzying push-pull at his groin, Viggo’s chest heaved with each breath and his legs shook. 

“You like watching?” he asked abruptly, mid-stroke. “Hm? You like watching me jack off?”

Wonderful Yank terminology. 

“Huh?”

“You like it, don’t you?” He pivoted 180-degrees and let the water hit him squarely in the chest. “You don’t have to just watch, though, you know.” 

“But, but, you’re almost done, aren’t you,” Lani sputtered. “So finish it.”

Immediately he dropped what he was doing and put both hands up in an ‘I yield’ position. “Not if I don’t want to be. Well, what about you?” 

“What about me? Haven’t I proven I can take care of myself?” 

“No arguments there. But it’s a shame for you to have to. Don’t you like to be taken care of sometimes, too? So let me.” 

Lani just looked at him. God, did she ever want to. “You’re crazy, you know. Has anyone ever told you that?” 

He just smirked.

“Weeeeell…” She drew out the word trying simultaneously to talk herself into and out of it. The ridiculousness of it… but this was not a ‘normal’ place. The age difference… which didn’t stop her blood from boiling at the sight of him. Different nationalities… so what? Surely he was just using the nearest warm body; a guy like that could have whoever he wanted… well, she could use that logic too, on the man himself… she was currently unattached, it had been months… what the hell? Yes!

Lani jumped out of her crouch and literally flew through the air at him. He caught her and staggered over to the nearest wooden wall with Lani struggling to get a purchase on his neck and her knees over his hips. 

“Whoa, easy there!”

Lani’s back banged against the boards. She laughed, “You sound like you’re talking to a horse!” 

“I’m gonna mount you like a horse…” 

“Wrong position, you know.” 

Lani wiggled around against him. The hair on his chest tickled her. She could feel his erection rubbing somewhere near her entrance. Both of Viggo’s hands cupped her bottom. He braced his feet, got his hips under hers and then somehow, between the two of them, they aligned and she felt him slide in. He was staring at her, eyes a darker shade of blue now, gauging her reactions. Lani didn’t want to be gauged. She wanted to be fucked. Hard. Now. Viggo grinned wolfishly and gave her a good. Hard. Push. Then he pulled back as far as he could without losing his balance and shoved. It in. Again. The stuntwoman tilted her hips forward to take him deeper. His cock was like a hot phallic stone—it was that hard. Lani shivered at the way he kept her pinned with his eyes. He fucked with them as much as he fucked any other body part. Viggo let her back rest against the wall, her powerful legs still around his waist. He rocked against her, into her, the friction where their bodies joined driving Lani mad. It felt so damn good; she wanted to cum so bad. It was building up in her insides. Viggo was already so close; she had to see him get off as he pounded into her. 


Crazy



They stopped at a high rise and walked into the lobby. A fat man at the security desk hurried over to greet them. He pointedly ignored Pancrack in his uniform but practically fawned on Julia. 

He escorted them to an elevator then he inserted his pass card into the reader, opening the doors. The two of them stepped into the brass and mahogany elevator and Julia pushed the only button. Julia watched him in the mirrored surface since she had no reflection of her own. She was standing close to Pancrack. He could feel the warmth of her. She began to casually stroke the inside of his arm with her long nails. Her perfume was stirring him up. They didn't talk on the ride up. The elevator stopped with a gentle bump and the doors slid open not on a hallway but a large, open loft. Penthouse living at it's best. Not gaudy, but very nicely furnished.

"I'll be just a moment, fix us a drink will you," she picked up a remote and music filled the air then left to another room.

"How shall I dress?" she called from another room.

"What shall it be First Sergeant, more night out? Or explore a night in? "

Quick decisions had saved Pancrack's life many times in the past, and this was no time to sit and ponder.

"In" he called back. 

He found a bottle of merlot and poured two glasses. Well, he thought, it will be either sweat pants, sweatshirt and fuzzy slippers or something completely different. Come onnnn completely different, he encouraged in his head.

The lights dimmed, and Julia walked out into the room. Yesss! Completely different won!! He mentally punched a fist into the air in triumph. Externally he kept his face impassive. She was wearing a red mesh top that accentuated her round tits, her long thick mane ran wildly down her back, honey highlights accentuated by the light. A red silk garter held up red fishnet stockings. The wine dark thong barley covered the front of her pubic mound.

She walked over to him on spiked high heels, and took the glass of wine out of his numb hands. "You're staring.' She said as she sipped her wine. Fangs clicking absently on the glass.

She took him by the hand and led him over to the couch, pulling him down on top of her.

"I'm glad you chose to stay in Johannes," She said, enjoying the lust that was building behind his eyes. 

"But I do believe you are over dressed" she said.

He stood back up and quickly stripped off his clothes. He placed the pistol on the coffee table, within easy reach.

Naked, he stood before her, and then dropped beside her, kissing her softly at first, restraining his passion. His hands twisted wrist deep in her thick, soft hair. It smelled of her conditioner and perfume. He inhaled her scent, feeling it flow through his nose and pierce his brain. He separated the human, man-made smells from the deeper, primordial scents of her sex. Pancrack rolled it around in his nose, almost a physical thing, caressing her individual scent. Feeling that part of her that was uniquely Julia. It exploded in wine dark reds and purples behind his eyes. Being more her than her physical presence. It had texture and weight in the olfactory world that was his. 

Pancrack let the heat build, one arm pulled her tight while the other caressed her breast, gently cupping it then running his finger in a circle around the areola, spiraling around the thick, light brown nipple. He softly pinched it, teasing it erect and stiff, aching for more attention. Enjoying the uniqueness of it.

Julia could feel his heat along the side of her body, the unusual, human feel, of bare skin on bare skin; his kisses were firm and strong. 

He sucked at her tongue and held her lower lip between his teeth. His kisses moved along her jaw line and down her neck, sending a shiver coursing down her spine. He pushed down the mesh top, freeing one large, firm breast. Pancrack's mouth replaced his hand on her tit. His hot mouth sucking the whole areola, the tongue swirling the nipple, sending an electric shiver through her body.

Julia's hands carved patterns on his strong back with her ruby nails, while his hand slid lightly down her belly, tracing circles as it drifted lazily on its agonizingly slow journey down to between her legs. She spread them in welcome as he slid his hand under the wispy fabric of the thong. Pancrack's fingers raked through her trimmed pubic hair playfully tugging at it, still moving tantalizingly slow.

Pancrack could hear her heart thumping in her chest, her breathing becoming faster. He could smell her anticipation building. He sucked at her firm breast, the nipple rock stiff under his tongue, tasted the salty flavor of her skin. He gave into instinct and bit down, drawing blood sucking at the garnet drops that oozed from the punctures. Julia barley cried out, wrapped in her own swirling passions. He felt her widen her legs so he could slide his hands down between her thighs. He caresses the smooth skin of her inner thighs, down one then up the other. Letting his fingers glide almost to her knee then back again. He could feel the soft warmth of her body on his stiff cock. Her hands were sliding along the back of his neck and running franticly back and forth through his hair. Julia paused to lick the blood from her fingers then wiped them through the gory patterns she'd cut into his back to lick them again.

She was sliding her crotch against his hand, making little gasping noises. He broke the suction on her breast with a wet pop, coming back up to kiss her again. She responded more desperately, passion driving her, grabbing his face in both of her hands. Tasting her own blood. He moved his hand back up along her belly, caressing the soft skin.

Julia reached down to stroke his thick, stiff cock. She ran her fingernails up the shaft along the curving underside then back down. She could feel the ridges standing out. The throbbing was in time with Pancrack's rapid pulse. She could tell he was holding back, enjoying the new game. Julia mentally licked his scent of over powering maleness. She knew the blood from her tit and the scent of her heat were making it hard on him. Nevertheless, she laughed at his torture, wondering how long this game would go on.

His fingers slid down under her panties again, this time they slid down either side of her aching pussy, then one finger gently sliced it's way up, separating her by now slick lips. It came to rest on her clit making a soft gentle circle on it. She gripped his cock, letting the sensations spin through her body, grabbing at one then the other as his mouth went back to her breast. 

He let the heel of his hand replace his finger. Putting pressure on her clit, he began a deliberate circling motion. Julia pressed her hips into it then added her own hand to direct and control the pressure. She was only absently holding his dick, gripping it firmly but holding on to it as she felt her own orgasm building than anything else.

She gasped when he entered her with his fingers. She was still holding his hand with her hand, gyrating her hips faster and faster, his cock in her other hand forgotten as she pushed herself toward the fiery explosion in her womb. Then it came, sending lightning blue stars behind her eyes and locking her jaw she bit through her lip as the sensual power over whelmed her. 

Pancrack knew she'd come when the grip on his cock became tight as a vice and she stiffened, her breathing coming in gasps and she let out a loud moan. She froze for a moment then opened her hazel eyes to look into his. The vertical slits of the golden pupils fully dilated.

"Son of a bitch" was all she said.

Julia moved around and brought her head into his lap. She moved up and kissed his chest, using her hands on his shoulders to push him flat on the sofa. She sucked his nipples, causing him to flinch and giggle, and then worked down his torso with little nips and kisses, occasionally sucking, leaving a small stepping stone path of blood.

Mean while she was softly stroking his cock up and down. She could feel her juices seeping out of her and along the outside of her pussy oozing down her inner thighs. She reached back to tease more from it. His fingers ran through her hair, caressed along her shoulders then traced the line of her jaw. She sucked at his fingers, tasting her own musky flavor on them.

Julia moved down to pay attention to the throbbing cock in her fist. First, she kissed the swollen head, then used her long tongue to spiral all the way down to his balls, then sucked at the underside of the shaft, working her way back up. At the same time, she was sliding one finger slowly in and out of her self. 

Pancrack lay back, rapt in Julia's expert technique. He closed his eyes and focused all his energy on where her hot mouth was. He opened them to see her looking at him like a hungry tigress, just as she swallowed his cock all the way down. The soft, warm mouth, sucking back up at his dick was driving him to the edge. His heart was thudding so hard in his chest he was sure it would explode. She was sucking up and down, faster and faster, and then he saw that she had her hand between her own legs, her hips grinding up and down on her own fingers. This added to his already hyper extended excitement. 

They were in a race to the next orgasm, and Pancrack won. With a deep howl, he exploded his cum hard into the back of Julia's throat. Like the last time, she sucked it all in. Then she closed her eyes and pulled her mouth off his cock as she jerked in her own orgasm. Pancrack was trying to catch his breath; Julia's own orgasm brought on a blood curdling scream and she twitched under its power. She licked her chin and around her mouth enjoying his tastes.

They looked into each others glowing eyes, wondering who would do what next. Red reflected back at yellow.

"Nice couch" said Pancrack from a dry throat.

"Does this place have a bed?"

"A Big, soft one" smiled Julia.

She sat up and retrieved her wine glass, taking a long drink from it, cleansing her mouth and throat. She saw Pancrack's cock, still stiff, lying along his belly, cum still oozing from the swollen head. She reached down with a long dark nail and smeared the thick pearly droplet down along the shaft still wet with her saliva, then swirled it in a circle at the root. She laughed to she him jump. 

She stood up, finishing her wine and took his hand, almost dragging him towards the bedroom. Pancrack held her back long enough to wet his dry throat from his own glass and collect his pistol, then let himself be led into the bedroom.

The bedroom was a well-appointed, wood paneled room, lights were low and Julia ran over to light several candles in an intricate wrought iron candle holder. Soon the scent of Jasmine mixed with Gardenia wafted gently through the room. Sliding glass doors framed the full moon in the night sky. French doors, one still open, led to a large bathroom. Pancrack could see the shadow of a sunken tub and plenty of glistening marble. Julia leapt onto the high bed and beckoned Pancrack to follow.

"Fere ton kollo sou etho" she demanded. Bring your ass over here.

Pancrack grabbed Julia's ankles and pulled her tanned legs over his shoulders. He kissed down her soft inner thigh. As he inched lower, he spread her legs with his shoulders. Julia took her legs off his shoulders to offer herself to his enticing kisses. Pancrack spread her slippery, thick pussy lips wide and ran his tongue up one side of one soft petal then down the other, swirling his tonguing around the pink hole of her box. 

He slowly thrust his tongue in and out of her grasping pussy, feeling it wrap around him in its soft meatiness. He could taste her musky, warm juices as they coated his tongue and slid down his throat. He could hear Julia moaning with every deep thrust, her honey seeping from her pot, coating his chin. He sucked first one pink lip in his mouth twirling it around his tongue and then doing the same with the other. He spread her wider with his fingers, popping her soft pearl from under its hood.

He moved up, lancing his tongue up and around her throbbing clit, and then swirling around it with little circles, this brought a squeal from Julia and her fingers dug into his shoulders as her heels drummed on his ribs then wrapped around his hips. She began humping her hips into Pancrack's face. His nose tickled by her soft down, Pancrack sucked Julia's clit between his lips and pressed down on it with his tongue. She arched and froze, then let out a shuddering moan. 

Pancrack leaned back, wiping his chin. He kissed her inner thighs again, wiping his chin off on them. He pushed her thighs back onto his shoulders and pulled her hips to the edge of the bed. He looked into Julia's golden eyes as he felt his throbbing cock slide easily into her cunt. Julia let out a gasp as it slowly spread her insides, filling her. Pancrack arched his back and began a steady thrust into her, one hand bracing her legs the other holding one of her tits so he could play with the nipple. 

If she wasn't careful, one of those tits was going to give her a black eye, thought Pancrack. As if to prove a point, Julia began licking her own nipple. Watching this brought Pancrack over the edge he had so far held off. He came with another back arching orgasm, Splashing Julia's womb with his hot sperm. Julia felt the warm cum spurt inside of her. Pancrack let her legs slide down his arms and lay on top of her.

He put one hand under the small of her back and lifted her to move her fully on to the bed. Julia was hungry for more. She wanted more NOW. She threw her Legs over his and rolled him to his back. She straddled him, easing her slit to run up and down his dick. She felt every ridge as it bumped her clit, running her hips back and forth along the length of it. Rocking her hips back and forth, buttering his long shaft. Her hands raking furrows in his chest that healed as she reached the end and began again.

He reached up and took her right tit back into his mouth, sucking at it hard, bringing a gasp from Julia as she threw her head back and continued to slide the length of him. 

After teasing herself with sliding along him for a few strokes, Julia reached down and pulled his cock up enough to slowly impale herself on it. Moving him slowly in and out, taking in just the head in short pumps of her hips, then filling her need by letting her hips drop all the way down, taking it all deep inside of her. With gasps and soft cries, feeling Pancrack sucking her tit and filling her pussy she rocked back and forth. She arched back, pulling her tit from his mouth, sitting straight up, feeling the head of his cock deep inside of her, rubbing in just the right spot. She moved her hips in slow circles, his hands on her hips.

As she sped up, she fell back onto him. His body heat was a flame on her as she slammed her hips faster and faster on him, she could hear the wet squishing sounds of wet flesh on flesh. She sunk her fangs into his shoulder as his hands reached around to spread her ass wider, pushing himself deeper, his fingers playing along where her lips and his thick spear met. She grabbed at his thick arms and held on as she climbed faster and faster onto the rising crest of another orgasm.

Julia let the fire of this one wash over her in a slow wave. She dug her fingers into his arms and rested her head at the curve of his neck until it passed. She squeezed her pussy muscles with every ounce of power they had, locking him inside of her. When she could focus again and relax, he lifted her chin and gently kissed her on the nose. Her legs felt like jelly and she was feeling the clean wash of post orgasm. She felt like a wrung out dishrag. 

"Feel better?" he asked, a bit of devil in his voice.

"MMMMMMMMMM." was all she could manage.

"Good, now it's my turn." he said as he slid out from under her. 

Julia lay on her stomach catching her breath. She felt him slide between her legs and she raised her hips to accommodate him. She loved it the normal way. However, he forced her hips down with his.

"Just relax and catch your breath." was all he said. 

Pancrack covered her body with his. He spread her thighs with his knees and slid himself into her. Arching his back, he pushed into her deeply. Inside, he began to rock his hips watching Julia's ass bounce and move, a soft jellied cushion for his hips. He caressed her ass and the fine, almost translucent, down that covered them and ran along her back and thighs. 

He knew it would be a while for her to recover so Pancrack just concentrated on putting pressure on the front wall of her soft cave. He reached under her and gently played with her breasts. They were soft and firm. He loved how readily they responded to his touch in this form. He ran his fingers along the sides of her belly then back under her. He knew he was teasing her but that was half the fun. He was rocking slowly inside of her. He could hear the wet squelching sounds. The musky scent of their juices and hormones mingling, were spinning around in his head, filling his mind with blood red lust.

He felt her begin to slowly move her hips in time with him, putting the head of his dick right where her hungry pussy wanted it. Feeling it rub back and forth over her "g" spot. Pancrack was enjoying the slow gentle build to what he knew would soon be a wild ride. Soon, Julia was pushing back on him, pressing against the hips that tortured her by keeping her down. He eased the pressure as she pushed back to get to her knees and elbows. He could feel her need grow anew. 

Her head was down as her hands clasped each other. "Yamiseme" she said. "Yamiseme that's it, fuck that Princess's mouni" she called out from gritted teeth.

Pancrack slapped her ass. It responded with a firm jiggle. It was so round and firm, just enough fat to make it soft and round. Pancrack leaned back to watch as he dragged his dick out of her glistening pussy, the lips sucking back along the length of it. He slowly pushed it all the way back in, keeping a deliberately slow tempo. He spanked her ass again as she pushed back into him. How many soldiers got to slap the ass of an honest to god princess he laughed to him self. How many common soldiers had become King by fucking a princess for that matter? 

She was up on her hands and knees now, arching her back, trying to slam onto him. He reached up to tug at her hair, then grabbing her shoulder he began to thrust with earnest. Each thrust slamming into her, making her ass, back and tits bounce around. He reached past her to grab the headboard, using stomach muscles used to lifting a torso weighed down with armor and equipment. He grunted with every thrust then started to build into a low growl. He knew he could not hold back any longer. There was too much to try to control. He felt the bones in his neck and back crack and re-form. His face held the momentary searing pain as his snout elongated, his teeth growing into their fangs. The headboard splintered in his grip as the fine hairs on his arm thickened into grey fur. 

Pancrack jack hammered into her, growling and grunting, the sounds of flesh on flesh mixed with Julia's moans and cries. He could smell the musk of her pussy as he pulled out and slammed back in like a machine gun rocking a target. With a gut clenching spasm, he came in her. His dick convulsed like an oil derrick as he pumped every ounce of seed deep into her. He clenched her hips to his with paw while the other clawed her shoulder. He bent down to bight her neck, taking in a mouth full of her scruff and shaking it. Julia leaned back into him, taking it all as she surged in her own bliss.

Her own transformation continued like his, fangs growing and wings spiking and unfolding from her back. Pushing Pancrack off her. The golden pupils dilated and finger nails grew into two-inch razors. The smell of blood and sex exploded in her brain paralyzing her in bliss.




Crazy



They froze like that, neither one moving, chests heaving with exertion, breath coming in gasps. Pancrack's tongue lolled from out of his mouth, dripping saliva in time to his panting. Finally, Pancrack pushed Julia forward, and slid his softening cock from her sticky hole. Julia collapsed on the bed, wrung out for sure, but extremely satisfied as she felt the air cool her burning, bruised pussy. She knew she would be sore in the morning but for now, it was the small price to pay for such pleasure. She pulled in her wings; they were just too awkward at a time like this. She rolled to her back, one leg up and bent, examining the Wolf next to her.

Pancrack curled up beside her. One clawed arm slid below her head and she snuggled into it. Julia splayed a hand on his belly and toyed with the dark grey fur. Gently running her talons though it as she felt his breathing slow down and come back to normal. 

Pancrack caressed her shoulders and bent to gently nip her. Not so much of passion, but a sweet, innocent kiss. He stared at the ceiling, feeling every muscle in his body ease and relax in its normal shape. Julia was a warm soft weight on his arm and side. He pulled her tighter. She pressed one fat boob onto his chest and lazily kissed his neck, leaving her cool lips on his hot neck like a brand. They both slid into the warmth and haze welcome after such a raucous lovemaking.

Both, well satiated and well satisfied, they drifted into deep sleep, laying in bloody sheets and torn bed linen.



Crazy Adventures of Shannon Hannigan



Hi, my name is Shannon, and I have something of a curse. It all started when I was 18 -- in fact, it was my 18th birthday. I had the brilliant idea of dressing up to look older, and then go to a bar.

It was a Monday night, and the bartender wasn't expecting someone underage to sneak in. They keep an eye out for that on Fridays and Saturdays, sure, but who tries to sneak in on a Monday? I was counting on that!

It worked, I went around back, and avoided the bouncer, and then once inside, I sat at a table with a guy sitting by himself. He was fairly good looking, and had a beer, so I knew he was at least 21. I wasn't looking for him to buy me alcohol; that's not why I was here.

"Hi there," I greeted with a smile.

He grinned at me. "What's a pretty little thing like you doing in a crappy bar like this?"

I shrugged flirtatiously. "It's my birthday." I didn't specify which one, and refused to answer when he asked. I let him assume I was old enough.

"Well then, let me buy you a drink," he offered.

"You don't have to do that," I replied honestly. I really wasn't here to get drunk. I wanted something else.

"No, I insist."

I nodded reluctantly, and he ordered me a Long Island Iced Tea. I figured it couldn't be too bad since it was an iced tea. The drink made me really giggly and flirty, and I happily accepted a second... or was it a third?

Soon, he was asking if I wanted to talk more back at his place. I was disappointed since I wanted to do more than talk, but I thought, hmm I can always talk him into it. He walked me to his car, and gave me a ride to his place.

Once there, I was embarrassed to realize that I needed to use the bathroom, which was absolutely disgusting! I hovered over the seat, and did my business as quickly as possible. I was tempted to let it air dry because I didn't want to risk touching the toilet paper -- which was stained with brown finger prints, but I decided to remove that portion, and use a clean piece.

As I tried to see my appearance in the mirror, I wondered how to get him to have sex with me. I really can't explain it why this was important to me, but I felt like I was going to die if I didn't have sex as soon as possible!

I had spent far too many nights in bed with only my fingers between my legs! I couldn't remember spending more than 10 minutes in a row without feeling like my body was on fire with a need. I was going to get laid if I had to tie him to his bed and do it all by myself!

I exited the bathroom before the urge to clean it from ceiling to floor completely replaced my desire to seduce the poor guy, and nearly walked into him in his kitchen. I giggled, and apologized for not looking where I was going. He gave me a strange look... It took me a moment, but I realized that he was wondering how to talk me into his bed.

I grinned, and decided to say something completely lame. "Hey... Why don't you show me what your bed looks like?"

He looked utterly relieved, like he was glad that I had brought it up before he looked like a total loser. He smiled, and grabbed my hand. "It's this way."

In his room, I kissed him, and sighed happily as he started to remove my clothes. I was so grateful that my parents thought I was spending the night at a friend's house! I opened his pants, and felt the forbidden anatomy for the first time.

Having removed my shirt and bra, he kissed me -- exploring my mouth with his tongue, and I was in heaven! I stroked and rubbed his shaft eagerly, and he groaned. He pushed me up against the wall, pushed my skirt out of the way, and pulled my panties to the side.

"I can't wait anymore!" He insisted, and started to shove himself inside me. Most girls might have found this painful or a bit abrupt, but not me. I was so ready! I will admit that I did feel a sharp pain for a second, and inhaled a gasp.

He froze, and stared at me in surprise. "Was that? Did I? Are you a virgin?"

"Not anymore, now please keep going," I urged him, biting his neck and kneading his butt with my fingers.

I could tell that he may have done things differently if he had known I was a virgin, but I liked it fine the way things were. He finally decided that it was too late to change our circumstances now, and pulled out slightly to thrust in again. He pounded into me, and I chanted, "Oh yeah." I hadn't meant to say anything, but it felt so damn good!

A few minutes later, he decided that up against the wall was too awkward, and so he sat me on his dresser. After that, he decided that on the bed might be for the best after all. His bed squeaked, and made a horrible racket! It honestly destroyed my concentration, and I longed to tell him to roll me onto the floor.

Then, I heard someone stomp on the floor of the apartment above us, and another person bang on the other side of the wall. They obviously wanted us to be quiet, and that made everything a hundred times better! I started moaning loudly, and my chant changed to "Oh God!"

The bed continued to squeak, and even banged on the wall. I continued to shout out my pleasure, and he decided to join in by moaning and grunting. The neighbors could both be clearly heard screaming, "Will you stop fucking around in there?!"

They gave up when their throats got hoarse, and I wondered if they had called the police. I say that would be an awesome story to tell my friends! 'I'm serious; we pissed off the neighbors, and had the police come tell us to fuck quietly!' I nearly laughed out loud just thinking about it!

Then something strange happened... We had been going at it for about an hour, and I was starting to feel sore. Almost burnt. I hadn't expected that. I wiggled my hand between us, and rubbed myself.

Someone screamed, and I thought the neighbors were yelling at us again, but it turned out to be me. I screamed, and my whole body shook like never before. I shoved my free hand into my mouth in an attempt to stifle to noise, and saw him laugh.

He continued to pound into me until I stopped shaking and screaming, and then informed me, "Glad to be of service! My turn."

I nodded even though he wasn't asking permission. I knew that he could be about to impregnate me, but the risk seemed worth it. He surprised me by pulling out completely, and squirting all over my stomach and breasts.

Ugh! I wasn't sure how I felt about that. The good news was that I wouldn't get pregnant. The bad news was that I was covered in guck!

He saw the ambivalent look on my face, and chuckled. "Don't worry, we can take a shower."

A shower?! In his bathroom? I wasn't entirely sure that it was possible to get clean in that disaster!

Not really having a choice -- especially since I was pretty sure my parents would be able to smell it on me if I didn't wash it off -- we went to the bathroom, and he turned the water on. I was so relieved to see that the inside of the shower was, um, better than the rest of the bathroom. Not by much, mind you, but it should work.

Flirting in the shower was almost more fun than the sex had been! I soon forgot to be disgusted by the scum and the grime, and simply enjoyed the playing and the petting. By the time we were done, I was ready to go get dirty again!

"Hey..." he must have realized that he still didn't know my name, but then decided not to ask in case I had told it to him and he just couldn't remember. I decided he was being sweet by trying not to offend me. It's not like I had asked his either. "Um, there's this thing I heard about, and I wondered how open you are to trying new stuff."

"My first time was with a stranger from a bar, I'd say that I'm pretty open to trying new things," I pointed out.

"Right," he grinned.

I followed him back to his bedroom, and stood in front of him as he sat on the bed. He asked me to suck on him, and I thought, why not? I took him in my mouth, and was grateful that he told me what to do and gave me tips on how to do it better.

"Ok, I'm going to swing this back and forth, and I want you to watch it while you suck, okay?"

I nodded, intrigued. I watched the large gold cross as it swayed back and forth for a few minutes, and wondered what he was trying to do. He finally started to speak.

"You feel relaxed. Your jaw does not hurt, and you understand exactly how to make a guy spill his load. This is easy and enjoyable for you."

I still had my mouth full, so I couldn't say, 'yeah, right!" I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes, and found that the cross still caught my attention. I watched it and everything faded. I realized that he was right; I did find this easy and enjoyable. My mouth and jaw did not hurt, and somehow I knew exactly what to do to make him squirt.

I still wasn't sure if I wanted him to squirt, especially with it in my mouth, but I did know how to make him do it. I pondered what to do. I was having fun, and was in no hurry to finish. I vaguely heard a church bell start to ring the midnight hour.

"You're doing great!" He praised me. "I am going to fill your mouth soon, and I want you to swallow it. After that you will no longer be in a trance."

Don't they all?! I thought sarcastically.

"But, before I do, I am going to ring this bell. Anytime you hear a bell ring, you are going to have an uncontrollable urge to suck a guy off."

I nearly snorted! Right, that's gonna happen! I couldn't wait for him to stop swinging that damn cross and shoot his load already so that I could tell him exactly what I thought of his stupid trick!

He rang the bell like he said he would, and then a moment later, his shaft started pulsating, which tickled my tongue a bit. I licked it curiously to feel how it moved. I completely forgot that he was squirting in my mouth until I swallowed it. I hadn't really planned to do that, but whatever, it was done now.

When he was completely done, I leaned back to look him in the eyes. "What kind of lame crap were you trying to pull? I was already giving you a blowjob; you didn't need to try hypnotizing me into doing it.

"I guess it didn't work, oh well," he shrugged. I shook my head and laughed. It was pretty funny, and I bet he wouldn't try it again.

We heard a bell ring from somewhere else in the apartment. I cocked my head to the side, and gave him a wondering look. He blushed guiltily.

"It's my roommate. He's not very good looking, and we thought we'd try this." He shrugged as if to say, 'can you blame us?'

I sighed. "Fine, I'll give him a blowjob too. No one should have to endure abstinence if they don't want to." I prayed that his roommate was not hideous.

To my relief, he was merely chubby. I thought he looked good, and wondered why they thought he had to resort to tricks. He had an incredulous look on his face like it was Christmas and his birthday all in one.

My lover decided to pretend things had turned out the way they hoped. "It worked! She's totally hot for you now. She heard the bell, and just has to suck you off!"

I chose to play along. I had already agreed to do this, so what did it matter if I let him believe that I was compelled by a bell. I cast him a sultry look.

"Dude! That's awesome!" He tossed aside a blanket covering a naked erection, and I realized that he must have been practically tortured by our earlier loud as hell screwing.

I knelt in front of him, and took him in my mouth. My mind wandered, and I reanalyzed every word that had been spoken while I was supposed to be in a trance. The nerve of that guy! Good thing I actually wanted to do this, or I think I would have bit it off back when he tried to tell me to have an uncontrollable urge to give head every time I heard a bell ring. Men!

As my mind was toiling over the situation these two had tried to create, my mouth was worshiping the chubby guy's hardness. I felt like a professional! You know, like a porn star or something.

I found it very entertaining to watch the expressions on his face, and took it as a challenge to see just how goofy a face I could get him to make. He started gasping and moaning, and I would have grinned if my mouth was free. I licked the drops oozing from him, and knew he would not be able to last much longer.

He grunted like he was in pain, but I knew he couldn't be because he was gushing like crazy. I would have laughed, but I was busy gulping it down. You know, this stuff really isn't as bad as most girls say it is. I bet they just think it is because it's -- well -- basically warm salty goo.

I felt impish, and continued sucking on him until he had completely stopped producing anymore. I sat back to see if he wanted to have sex now. I would do that too if he wanted. I figured it would be horrible of me to work him up, and then just quit.

He flopped onto his back -- he had been sitting on the edge of his bed -- and I was astounded to realize he had passed out! I shook my head, and turned to look behind me. My lover stood there watching with an odd look on his face, like he couldn't decide if he was happy that his friend had finally gotten a girl between his legs, or jealous because he had to share me.

"Shouldn't we help him lay on the bed the right way, and I don't know, cover him up?" I asked.

"Nah, that wasn't covered in the hypnoscript. I think we'll just leave him there. He tosses and turns a lot, and will probably fall off his bed anyway. Even if we did fix how he's laying."

I shrugged, and followed my lover back to his room. I had permission to spend the entire night at my friend's, but this guy might decide to drive me home now. I pushed some of my wildly curly red hair behind my ear nervously.

He stared at me for a moment, probably wondering what to do with me. "Hey, do you want to go home, or stay the night?"

"Stay the night," I grinned.

"Okay, but let's try not to piss the neighbors off this time. It must be going on 2 am!"

I nodded in agreement, and we went back to his room. This time, our sex was slow and quiet. We took our time, and did our best not to let the bed squeak. I had no idea that sex could be this fun!

In the morning, I heard cars honking, and that loud ass church bell clanging. My lover's roommate rang the hand bell he had, and I laughed. I saw my bed mate shake his head as if he too found it funny.

"You've created a monster," I joked.

"I totally did!"

"It's ok, I don't mind blowing him again," I offered.

"If you want, but I'm gonna sleep more."

I kissed his cheek, and walked to the other bedroom. I smiled, and climbed in bed to give him what he wanted. I have to say that the look on his face made it worth it! He looked at me like I was an angel, and that made me feel inexplicably happy.

Later on, I got a ride home, and thanked my lucky stars that my parents were at work. I had told them that I would get a ride to school from my friend -- who had gotten a car for her birthday. Lucky bitch!

I think I grinned the whole week, and wished I had thought to get that guy's name and number. I bet he'd be willing to have sex with me again sometime! Oh well, maybe I'll see him around somewhere.

On Sunday, my parents brought me to church. We went every week, and it bored me. I hid it well though by pretending to pay complete attention while really thinking my own thoughts. My very naughty thoughts!

Service started at 11, and normally concluded at noon. Though frequently the pastor rambled on another 15 minutes or so, and then we all sang. I settled myself as comfortably as possible, and patiently waited for it to be over. If I was lucky, maybe he'd forget what he was saying, and finish early.

I was in the middle of reliving my first screaming orgasm with a guy when the church bell started to gong. I smirked as I remembered what I was "supposed" to do every time I heard a bell ring. Wouldn't that just be hilarious!

I noticed that the guy next to me -- who was probably 18 or 19 -- didn't even bother pretending to pay attention. His head rested on the pew, and he snored lightly. I wanted to laugh, or elbow him to wake him up. If I had to sit through this, then so did he!

My eyes roamed his body, and landed in his lap. I stared at his groin, and grew fascinated when I realized that he was pitching a tent! So, not only was he dozing off during service, but he was also having erotic dreams! It just didn't seem fair!

I reached over and surreptitiously unfastened his pants. I was going to embarrass the hell out of him by leaving his pants hanging open so that when he stood, they'd fall off, and leave him exposed. Maybe next time he'd think twice about falling asleep in church!

After I managed to work his pants open, I placed my hand back in my own lap. He snored slightly louder, and shifted a tiny bit. His erection poked through his boxers, and I stared at it overtly.

Everyone else was paying close attention to the pastor, and therefore not even the person on his other side had noticed that he was hard and ready for all to see. I felt bad for doing this to him, because he was going to get into so much trouble.

The top looked like a mushroom, and I could see blood pulsing inside it. I was dying to know what it tasted like. Just how long would it take him to squirt?

I bent over, and opened my mouth. I licked him, and then sucked on him, happy to have such a beautiful hardness between my teeth. I was having so much fun that I giggled.

I do not remember hearing my parents call out my name in horror. I do not remember the person on the other side of him hitting me on the head to get me to stop. I paid no attention to anything but how to pleasure him, and soon he had a grip on my head and was crying out in ecstasy.

He nearly had a heart attack when he realized that he was still in church, and I nearly died of embarrassment when I realized that the whole church was watching us! What had I been thinking?! I licked my lips, a bit sad that he had cum so quickly, and then slapped a hand over my mouth to cover the grin that I couldn't stop grinning.

My parents rushed me into the pastor's office, and we waited for him to send the congregation home. My mother glared at me. My father fidgeted in agitation.

"What were you thinking?" They demanded at the same time.

I shook my head, and knew that I must look baffled. "I don't know! I just saw it, and I had to know what it tasted like!" I slapped my hand over my mouth again. I did not just say that to my parents!

The pastor finally entered his office, and lectured me on the gravity of my sins. I wondered why no one seemed to be lecturing the guy, but maybe it was because it had been obvious he had been sleeping when I did it. My eyes glazed over as I tried to listen to the lecture, but I think it was obvious that I didn't care one bit.

My parents finally dragged me home, and ordered me to pack. I thought this was a bit extreme, but figured that if I went to my room and waited it out, this would blow over soon enough. I curled up in my bed, and went to sleep.

The next day, my parents both stayed home from work, and I woke to find that my clothes had been packed while I was asleep. I was confused. Were they kicking me out just because I had given some guy a blowjob in church?!

My father was no longer so angry that he yelled, but I could see by the cold determination that he had made his decision and wasn't going to change his mind. "I will not have such a sinful daughter in my house! With as little shame as you have, it's only a matter of time before you find yourself pregnant, and I will not stand by and condone such behavior!"

"You can't just throw me out!" I wailed, seriously afraid now. What was I going to do?

"No..." My father seemed to grow a tiny bit kind. "The best thing is to bring you to the farm."




Crazy Adventures of Shannon Hannigan



"Farm? You mean grandma's farm?! But it's in the middle of nowhere, and she's dead!"

"Exactly," my mom nodded. "You'll be on your own to sin or not as you please, and hopefully it'll be a bit harder to do so. Plus, we expect you to do farm chores. Maybe that'll keep you in check!"

I groaned. Maybe sinning really does earn you a one way ticket to hell because that's exactly where it sounded like I was going. I knew better than to argue. My parents were strict, and never changed their minds.

They drove me out to my grandma's farm, which they had inherited upon her death, and dropped me off. They informed me that they were transferring me to the local school, and that the bus stop was at the end of the nearly mile long driveway. Great! I sighed sarcastically.

I guess I should be grateful that they were leaving me with a box of food, keys to my grandma's old clunker -- thank god it still worked! -- and plenty of money to buy more food for myself when I ran out.

The next day, I missed the bus despite honestly trying to get to the stop on time. I decided that since I had to drive myself anyway, I may as well take my time. I dolled up, and arrived in the middle of second period.

This school was tiny compared to my other one, and I instantly realized that everyone was going to know who I was by the end of the day. Oh well, at least they don't know why I am here. I think I will actually miss the piece by Beethoven that they played to signal the end of each class at my old school. You know Dun Dun Dun Dun!

I walked into my second period -- history -- and stared at the teacher like he was a freak.

"Ah, Miss Hannigan," he greeted. "Class, this is our new student, Shannon Hannigan. I expect everyone to make her feel welcome."

I still stared at him like he was a freak, and he noticed my stare. He cleared his throat. "Miss Hannigan, you have come just in time to study Scottish history. I am of Scottish decent, and like to wear my clan kilt during Scottish week."

I nodded my head in a way that probably made it clear that I still found him very odd, and he gestured me to en empty seat right up front, in the middle. I sat, and listened as he did his job. He even went so far as to speak with a Scottish accent, and I found it a bit annoying.

Finally, class was over, and the bell rang. It was an old school bell, and it seemed appropriate that this tiny school would still use it. I listened to it ring, and froze.

You know, now that I think about it, my teacher is pretty handsome, and his kilt is just so tempting! I would not be able to move from this spot until I had taken a peak up inside it. I decided to catch him unawares.

I leapt from my desk to right in front of him, dropped to my knees, lifted the front of his kilt, and took his mostly limp penis in my mouth. It was amazing how fast it grew to full size! I hummed in pleasure, and could not believe how good it felt to have him in my mouth.

"Miss Hannigan! Stop that at once! Miss Hannigan?! Stop I say! Stop, Sto...p... Sto..."

My teacher went weak in the knees, and fell against his blackboard. He braced himself on the chalk tray, and I heard him stutter, "St... st.. st.." He started to pant, and I tasted the drops of his pre-cum.

I continued my task, and marveled at how big he was. He couldn't fit into my mouth! I used my hands a bit more than I'd had to previously, and worked on getting him down my throat.

He started to push on the top of my head, like he remembered that he was supposed to stop me, but he put practically no effort into pushing me away. I laughed, and felt his shaft twitch in response. I fondled his balls, and felt them shrink slightly.

Oh goody! Here it comes! I eagerly drank all he had to give me, and kept sucking until I had every last drop.

He was panting heavily, and I felt extremely pleased with myself. I had such an awesome power in my mouth! I bet that if I blew the president, he'd help me get rich and famous!

I finally slid my mouth off of him with a loud pop, and grinned up at him.

"Miss Hannigan!" He panted, and I could tell that he was torn between congratulating me on a job well done, and scolding me for my inappropriate behavior. I laughed. I bet he has never had such a good blowjob in his life!

I finally noticed that the rest of my class was staring at me in shock. Oh... right! Students didn't normally suck off their teacher without warning or permission just because the bell rang. And that's when it hit me; that sonovabitch! He really had hypnotized me into having an overwhelming urge to blow a guy whenever I heard a bell ring!

I glared at everyone as I marched to the principal's office. She was an old woman... a really old woman. She had to be pushing 90!

"Miss Hannigan," she addressed me, sounding like one of those old women I'd seen on TV who sounded like they thought they were better than everyone else. "I don't know what you youngsters think is appropriate these days, but in my day a girl never put such a thing in her mouth in class! We waited for the appropriate time afterwards when no one else would see us!"

I raised one eyebrow, and tried to decide if she had meant to say that, or if she had meant to say something else and had gotten it mixed up. She silently dared me to say something. I was smart enough to keep my mouth shut.

"Really! The shame of it! You are just lucky that there were enough witnesses to attest that Mr. Ferguson was innocent else he'd have lost his job immediately! I'm afraid that I have no choice but to expel you, effective immediately."

She turned to Mr. Ferguson, who had finally entered the office. "Why on Earth weren't you wearing a pair of briefs or some boxers?"

"A true Scotsman doesn't wear anything under his kilt! How was I to know that she'd -" He opted not to go into detail.

Whatever, I had more important things to do. Such as figure out how to unhypnotize myself. I turned and left. If I could just fix what was wrong with me, I could go back home, and this wouldn't matter anyway.

Over the course of the next month, I was insanely busy! I received a bunch of chickens and a cow from my parents, and had clear instructions not to let them die. With so much to do caring for them and fixing up the farmhouse, I didn't have time to do anything else!

I received a packet in the mail from the school that had expelled me telling me how to study and test for my GED, or how to enroll in the virtual academy, and I let that slide until I caught up on all my farm chores. I really wish I had someone to show me what to do, figuring it all out myself was frustrating!

I eventually remembered to study, test, and obtain my GED, and I remembered to see a psychologist about my unusual condition. I could tell that he didn't believe me. It became perfectly obvious when he laughed, and then rang a bell.

He was in the middle of saying, "See! You are not -" when I pounced on him. He fought me off a bit more vigorously than my teacher had, but I still got him to spill his load for me in the end. He stared at me in astonishment, and referred me to a female. I should have thought of that to begin with!

All she did was disbelieve me too, and when she rang her bell, I had no men to attack. This did not mean that I attacked her instead, and for a moment, I thought nothing would happen. I was proven wrong when I paced her office in agitation until I saw a man walk by outside her window.

I frantically opened her window, pushed out the screen, and jumped out. Thankfully, her office was on the first floor! I tackled the man to the ground, unzipped him, and gave him the best head he had ever had in his life. I could tell by the look on his face.

He was probably in his 50's, and his shocked wife tried to beat me off her husband with her purse. I swear I couldn't even feel it! I finished getting him off, and then apologized profusely. I couldn't believe that I had actually attacked him!

"No problem!" He assured me, and his wife gasped in outrage. She started to attack him with her purse.

My therapist raced out of the building the correct way, and quickly explained that I was a mental patient with uncontrollable urges. This pacified the wife, and the couple continued on their way. I couldn't help but smirk as they walked away. Should I point out that his pants are still unzipped?

There was nothing the therapists could do to help me, though they tried everything they could think of. I stopped going to them, and vowed to just stay away from bells.

I was successful... until the next time I went grocery shopping, and drove by the church at noon. I completely startled the first altar boy I saw -- who was thankfully well in his teens. I was so glad that no one saw that! I sped home, and made a note to never go into town at noon!

Months passed, and I actually forgot about my curse, and yes, I have come to consider it a curse. I decided to suck up to my parents by buying them something nice. Though I must admit that I rather liked living on the farm all by myself.

I walked up to the store, pulling my coat tight around my neck, when a man dressed as Santa started ringing a bell. He was hoping for a donation to charity for Christmas, but I insisted that he give me a donation to my curse! Oh my god! I really am a sinner! Who but a sinner could suck off Santa for Christmas?

Two hours later, my parents arrived to bail me out of jail. My therapists had sent them all the reports on me, so they now at least knew what was wrong with me. It didn't make them want me to come home, but at least they didn't treat me like I was doing this on purpose.

It's probably a good thing that I don't live at home. Who knew when I'd be in the car with my dad when a bell went off somewhere? I really didn't want to think about it!

So, as I said, I am cursed. I suppose as far as curses go, I could do so much worse! At least I like giving a guy head. It really does make me happy for a few minutes. You want to know what the real curse is?

The real curse is that I get so caught up in avoiding all the bells I can that I never have an opportunity to have sex! Here I am, living alone in a big house in the middle of nowhere, and I don't even have someone to warm my bed!

Oh well, maybe for my 19th birthday -- coming up in just 4 months -- I'll sneak into another bar and meet another guy who will take me home. On second thought, I better not. With my luck, he'd probably hypnotize me to strip off my clothes and start fingering myself every time I heard a cat meow!

Hmm... I think I might need to buy a cat...



Crazy Arms



Note from Jake Rivers:

This is my sixth semi-annual "invitational." The initial one was based on the Statler Brother's song, "This Bed of Rose's." The second used the Marty Robbins El Paso trilogy: "El Paso" "El Paso City " and "Faleena." The third had stories based on the various versions of "Maggie May" or "Maggie Mae." The fourth invitational was based on any Country & Western song and the fifth on songs by Merle Haggard.

The current invitational is based on any song written or performed by Willie Nelson.

I chose the song 'Crazy Arms' for the Invitational. It is also my entry in the Nude Day contest. A big 'Thank You' to Mistress Lynn for editing this story and making it a much better read. I hope you enjoy it.

DG Hear

****

"Ralphie, hurry home, I have a big surprise for you."

"What is it, and why are you calling me Ralphie?" 

I was working late when my live-in girlfriend called. The only person that always called me Ralphie was my older brother Jake, so that made me really curious. 

"I'm not saying but hurry up and get here; I can't wait much longer."

We have only been living together for three months. I asked her to move in on kind of a revenge impulse. I wasn't really in love with her and I'm sure she wasn't deeply in love with me. Why did we move in together? She wanted stability in her life and I wanted; hell, I don't know what I wanted, but it was one of the stupidest decisions I ever made in my life. Now I was living with it.

"I'm about finished for the day. I'll see you in half an hour."

We don't even say I love you after a conversation anymore. I knew I made the wrong decision even before we moved in together, but I just didn't care. I had lost the woman I loved to my brother and it all caught up to me. I guess I just wanted to be miserable.

I had to wonder why she was so excited. It's probably the happiest she's sounded since we got together. Shit, why do I keep talking like this, always looking at the crappy side of things? Who knows, maybe something good is about to happen, even though I doubt it. Damn, there I go again.

When I arrived home, I received the surprise of my life. There, standing in the living room was my dear girlfriend Sylvia kissing my brother Jake. Not only that but she had her jeans unbuttoned and he had his hands slid down inside of them gripping her ass.

"What the fuck is going on? First you take Trudy, and now my girlfriend. I've had enough of both of you; how could you even do this to Trudy, let alone your own brother? You can have Sylvia too. Fuck both of you, I'm out of here." I was so pissed at both of them right then. 

Then a voice called out from the kitchen. "Ralph, please wait." Trudy walked into the living room and said, "Please don't go." 

"What in the hell is going on? Trudy, I can't believe you're part of this mess. You stand there while Jake has his hands in Sylvia's pants. She's a slut, I understand that, but you Trudy, I don't get it. I really did care for you till you decided to fuck my brother."

"Easy there Ralphie, she's here for you bro. I told her I wanted to start swinging and she kept refusing. When I told her that I was coming over to see Sylvia, she agreed to come. I guess she has a thing for you," Jake said and then laughed.

I looked at all three of them. Jake and Sylvia were smiling. Trudy had a very serious yet sad look on her face.

"I can't believe you would think I'd go along with this. You are all fucking nuts. Sylvia, I'm moving out. You can have the damn apartment for a month and then I want your ass out. I'll have to pay the lease for the rest of the year because my name is on it.

"You'll have a place to fuck my brother and your friends for a month. You won't get another dime from me."

Jake took his hand out of Sylvia's pants, but didn't move away from her. He just stared at me.

"Jake, this is low even for you. I can't see how you and Trudy can do this to David. He deserves a lot better parents." David was Jake and Trudy's baby boy.

"Trudy, just so you know, I cared for you, I really did. It took me a long time to get over you, if I ever have. Now, I see that just maybe Jake did me a favor fucking you. I guess I'm more disappointed in you than the other two put together. I knew they had no morals and were sleazier than shit, but you, damn you, for making me care for you."

I headed for the door, with Trudy yelling for me to stop and listen to her. I just couldn't do it. My feelings for her were all topsy-turvy. I honestly didn't know what to think anymore.

Right now, I just wanted to get away from all of them and out of this mistake in my life. Mixed emotions had me so confused. As I got into my car, I saw Trudy at the door still yelling to me. I think I was actually crying as I drove away. 

I headed to a motel close to my office for the night. They gave me a weekly rate, which was good. It would give me time to put my life together and figure out what I was going to do. Realizing I didn't take anything with me, I called the house to talk to Sylvia.

"Ralphie, did you change your mind?" Sylvia asked when she answered.

"Sylvia, you're nothing but a fucking slut. We never belonged together and you fucking my brother just put the last nail in the coffin. I know you've been cheating on me since the day we met. I'm not the fucking wimp you think I am. Our being together was just one big mistake and I'm tired of paying for your living expenses, so you can fuck everyone including my brother.

"I need a few of my personal belongings. I'll be there in a couple of hours to pick them up. I don't want to see either you or my brother there. I'm not in the mood for a fight or even an argument."

"Fuck you asshole. Why should I give a shit what you want? You want your fucking clothes, then come and get them or wait till tomorrow when I go to work and get whatever the fuck you want. I'm not your fucking slave. Besides, I might fight this division of assets. You should have to pay me something." 

"Are you fucking crazy? According to the law, I just have to give you a thirty-day notice before evicting you. You received your fucking notice tonight. If you fight it, I'll have your ass thrown out immediately. There is more than enough proof that I paid for most everything and that you have been unfaithful. It's your call." I hung up the phone.

Shit! I guess I would have to call in work late and go get some of my belongings tomorrow. There was no way I wanted to go back to the house tonight with everyone there. 

I made a few phone calls letting my boss know that I would be out of the office the next day but that I did have my laptop and could get some work done. I then called my friend who was a lawyer and made an appointment to see him the next day.

I know this is odd but I felt like a weight fell off me. I knew I was in a bad arrangement, even if it was only for a few months. My head was finally clear enough to think, though I was still very confused about Trudy. I just couldn't believe she was into wife swapping.

I was getting ready to settle in for the night when there was a knock at the door. Opening it, I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw Trudy standing there. I wondered how in the hell she'd found me, and what she wanted.

"I heard your conversation with Sylvia. While the two of them were busy, I took two suitcases and packed some of your belongings. May I come in and talk with you? You have the wrong idea about me and I need to tell you the truth."

****

My brother Jake is almost two years older than I am. I guess while growing up we were quite the opposite other than both of us being blond and blue eyed. He was dad's favorite and I guess I was moms. I'm not saying that our parents didn't love both of us, it's just each parent seemed to favor one. Our parents named us after our grandfathers. Jake got the manly name, after my father's dad. I, on the other hand, got my name from my mom's dad, Ralph David Brady.

Being called Ralph wasn't all that bad but after the movie 'The Christmas Story' came out, Jake started calling me Ralphie. He has been calling me that ever since, as a way of embarrassing me. 

Jake has always picked on me. If I got a nicer toy, he would try to break it. Whenever we got the same thing and he broke his, he would take mine. Telling on him wasn't a good option. He was stronger and bigger than I was, and beat me up quite a few times. When I told dad, he would just say that all brothers fight and it would just make me tougher.

Jake liked sports from a very early age. I could play but I just didn't enjoy it, so I found other interests. I started taking piano lessons and did quite well. When I entered junior high school, I played the trumpet and joined the band. My mom was very proud of me. 

He was into football, baseball and basketball, and was good enough to get a college scholarship for football. Like most college athletes, Jake dreamed of becoming a pro, but it never materialized. I think one reason was he was too much of a playboy. 

Some days I hated Jake and the way he teased me. Then there were the days that other guys would pick on me and my brother was there to knock them on their ass. He told them he was the only one who could tease me.

When we were younger, he didn't like it when he was forced to take me with him anywhere, like the park or to the movies. He always told me that I'd better never tell mom and dad what he did or I'd regret it. Other times he needed an excuse to get out and he offered to take me along. I learned just to keep quiet about what he did.

When we were teenagers, he would drink beer with his buddies. Every now and then, he'd give me one. After I turned sixteen, he liked to use me as a driver while he had sex with girls in the back seat. He was the popular one. Some girls were nice to me just so they could get near Jake.

He was a real pussy hound. He wouldn't stay with just one girl but was always having sex with someone new. I asked him why he used the girls like that, since he never really loved any of them.

Jake laughed and said the girls got as much out of it as he did. Then he reminded me that he never forced any of them, but he couldn't help it if he was pussy whipped. 

Jake and I both had smarts only he never used his except for sports. I actually did some of his homework for him since he was busy with sports and girls. I did join the cross-country team just to make my dad happy. It was non-contact and it helped me stay in shape. Often I finished toward the top also.

When he left for college, I became more popular. Everyone knew me as Jake Brady's little brother. I actually got dates because of it. I remember the first time I had sex with a girl. Before that, it was mother thumb and her four daughters. I just wasn't used to asking a girl for sex, and I didn't feel right about it since I didn't love them.

My first time was the weekend of my eighteenth birthday, and Jake was home from college for a few days. I had asked a girl from school to go to the movies. Jake said we could double date, since he was taking one of his old girlfriends out.

My date, Barbara, and Jake's date, Sheila, barely knew each other since they were two years apart in school. It was a warm night and they both wore shorts. After the movie, Jake told me to drive up to Knob Hill. It was the make-out place overlooking the town.

We had taken dad's big four-door Mercury since it had a lot of room in it. It had full bench seats in it, so Barbara sat next to me as I drove. As I was driving up to Knob Hill, I could see Jake making out with Sheila in the back seat. By the time I parked, he had her blouse unbuttoned and her shorts unzipped. 

I parked the car, put my arm around Barbara, and kissed her lightly. Leaning away from me, she looked in the back seat and saw that Jake had Sheila's shorts off and was fingering her. 

"Oh my god, they're going to have sex," said Barbara, staring at them. 

While she did, I began to play with her breasts. I was getting a hard-on rubbing her. As I unbuttoned her blouse, she told me she was a virgin and that I could play with her breasts but I couldn't go any further. 

Jake had started pumping into Sheila and Barbara still watched them. I could see she was getting horny but wouldn't let me do any more than suck on her nipples. I even told her it was my birthday but she wouldn't give in. 

Jake shot into his condom and looked over at Barbara. "Damn girl it's his birthday," but Barbara wouldn't budge.

Sheila spoke up. "Come back here Ralphie and I'll give you a present."

Jake laughed and said, "Come on little brother, she's waiting for you."

I have to tell you I was all hot and bothered at this point. I knew I was thinking with my dick. I switched places with Jake and got in the back seat with a naked Sheila. 

Jake handed me a condom and said, "Always use a condom little brother. We're out to have fun not to make babies."

In no time, I was having my first fuck. I couldn't believe how good it felt. It was ten times better than giving myself a hand job. I looked up and Jake was kissing Barbara. I couldn't believe it when he got her to take off her shorts and began to finger fuck her while she was watching me and Sheila.

Jake just had a way of talking to women. He'd be a damn good salesman. The way he was with words, he could sell ice cubes to Eskimos.

I came making big grunting noises as Sheila squeezed my cock with her pussy. Damn, she was having an orgasm, and a really big one according to the noises she was making.

When we finished, I had to rest a few minutes. I left my cock in her and kind of laid on her without putting all my weight down. It was then I looked up and Jake was fucking my date. Barbara was letting him fuck her. He was sitting and she was on his lap facing him.

What could I say? I had just fucked his date. I was a bit pissed at Barbara for telling me no and then fucking my brother. That was the way it was with Jake. He always wanted what I had and usually got it.

After he and Barbara came, the girls got dressed and I stayed in the back with Sheila. I kissed and hugged her all the way to Barbara's house. Jake kissed Barbara goodnight and she looked at me with a kind of apologetic look. We then dropped off Sheila. She kissed us both good night and wished me a happy birthday. 

I did have sex with Barbara about a month later. I followed my brother's advice and used a condom. Oh, something I wanted to mention. Sheila told me I could call her anytime. She said I was a better fuck than my brother was. It made me feel good, so I called her twice before graduation, but I never did tell Jake.

*****

I was on my way to college on a scholastic scholarship, taking computer programming and repair. I loved the challenge it offered, and learned everything I could about them.

I chose to go to college year around, figuring I could get a bachelors degree in three years if I took extra credits. Learning was enjoyable and college was fun for me. I studied hard and dated a few girls that I met at parties.

My brother wasn't completely out of my life. We were both in different colleges but in the same city, so I just saw less of him. A lot of girls at the college would ask about him. News traveled fast about him being on the football team even though it was at another college.

He made it a point to visit me at college for two reasons, pretty much. The first was for me to help him with his studies and the other was to check out the girls at my school. He had this way of attracting women. I can't tell you how many dates he probably took away from me. He'd smile every time he bedded down a woman that I mentioned I was interested in.

It got to a point that I really didn't want all his sloppy seconds anymore. Big brother or not, I wanted my own woman. I really wanted one I could date and go steady with, while we discovered our likes and dislikes together. Maybe fall in love, get married and start a family.

I wasn't like Jake. He saw women as objects to conquer; the more he could bed down, the prouder he was.

In my so-called junior year, I met a girl named Trudy. We actually met in one of our computer classes. She was having a problem and I could tell she was getting mad at the computer.

"Can I give you a hand with something?" I asked as I walked over to her.

"Do you know anything about these stupid things? They make me so mad."

I smiled. "They can get to you if you don't understand them. Kind of like a pretty woman."

Trudy smiled back at me. We had been in the same class for a couple of weeks and I was looking for a chance to really talk to her. She reminded me so much of what you would call the girl next door, pretty but not overly sexy. She had a nice body but didn't really have to show it off. Now I was talking to her, I could see that she had a personality that made me feel good.

Even though she was mad, she tried to hold back her temper. It really made me want to get to know her better. 

"So, what am I doing wrong?" she asked.

I looked at her with a slight grin. "This is going to cost you if you want me to help you out here."

"What do you mean? You're going to charge me instead of just telling me what I'm doing wrong?" She looked disappointed.

"No, I would like to take you out to dinner. In return, I'll explain what you are doing wrong and show you how to correct it."

She was now smiling again. "What if I let you show me how to fix the problem and I renege on the date?"

"We'll both lose on what could have been," I said.

I did show her what she was doing wrong and we did go out to dinner. In fact, we went out on dates the next three weekends. I knew I was falling for her. 

On our third date, I kissed her passionately. We had goodnight kisses before that but not like it. She invited me into her dorm and we started making out. When we got to undressing, she told me that she wasn't on the pill. She was off them for a month but would start again the following week, for regulating her cycles.

I carried condoms thanks to my brother's advice. Being with Trudy was nothing like any of the other women I had been with before. She seemed to be so much more real and passionate. I started very gentle with her. We kissed and I began to rub her breasts. 

I worked my way down to her tummy and began kissing it. I started with my fingers and I felt how hot she was getting. I spread her legs and slowly inserted my cock in her. We started slowly and before long, we began going faster. She was so hot and seemed to love it. 

This is what I wanted in a woman, not just a quick fuck but passion and desire. I used two condoms that night and ate her out after finishing the last time. It was the first time I had ever given oral sex to a woman. I guess because most of the others I dated I met at parties and probably were with other men. I wasn't about to eat some guys cum out of anyone. 

I thought I'd found the girl I was looking for. Then I made the mistake of telling my brother about Trudy.

When talking about Trudy I did mention that I thought she was different than most of the women I met. She seemed to really like it and put her all into it. I didn't mention anything about having strong feelings for her. I didn't want to look like a wuss in front of my brother. He was so much more experienced.

The following week on Friday, Trudy and I went to a movie. We were going out on Saturday but I told her that I'd promised a friend I would stop by and repair his computer. I didn't want to miss being with her so we just went out a day early. 

The truth was my brother's fraternity was having a Nude Day party. They only had it one day a year and it was this coming Saturday. I knew about it months ago, but there was no way that I was going to ask Trudy to go to a nude party with me. I had no idea what to expect since I'd never been to one. Jake just told me that I would never forget it because people got quite wild.




Crazy Arms



After our date on Friday, Trudy and I ended up at her dorm and began making out. When it came time that we were going to have sex, Trudy told me she had a surprise for me. She had started taking the pill again the day before and so I wouldn't need a condom. This time making love with her was unbelievable. Just the feel of no condom made a world of difference. I must have come in her three times that night.

We had oral sex but I did that before I put my cock in her. Her pussy was so inviting, all pink and wet. It was probably the best sex I ever had.

Trudy said she was going out with a few of her dorm girlfriends on Saturday and that she would talk with me later next week.

I didn't want to lie to her but we weren't really a couple yet. I almost decided not to go to the Nude Day party, but I figured I'd give it a shot. Hell, it's like Jake says, "You only go around once."

*****

I didn't tell a complete lie to Trudy. I did have a friend's computer to fix. I told Jake I would be at the party but just a little late. He told me not to worry because the party usually went all night.

I stopped by my friend's house to do his computer repair. He had dial-up so it took me a couple of extra hours to get it working properly. When I showed up at Jake's fraternity house, the party was well underway. 

There were two changing rooms or should I say clothes removal rooms when you first entered the converted mansion. Damn, there must have been thirty rooms in the place. I removed my clothes and felt rather funny when I entered the hall for the first time.

I couldn't believe it when I saw so many nude bodies. There must have been a hundred or more all partying. After about a half hour, I kind of forgot about being nude since everyone else was too. I honestly have to say that there were several great female bodies but overall, most women look sexier with a hint of clothing. Though I wasn't complaining, that's just my opinion.

I didn't see Jake but a couple of his friends said he was upstairs with a woman. That was no surprise. I got a beer and sat with a few guys where we discussed the female form. We had lots to choose from, since there was probably every shape and type there. 

It was the first time that I'd seen Asian and black women naked. It was all there to see from tits to asses, hairy to shaved pussies. It was all quite a sight. I admit that looking at the male form was almost funny. There were guys with small dicks to the large ones, soft to those with a slight hard-on.

I honestly couldn't understand what a woman saw looking at naked males. A dangling cock and a beer belly. Of course, I wasn't into men either. I really did get a kick out of looking at the naked women. It isn't true what they say about women that if they all bent over they would look the same. I didn't see any two that looked similar. 

I was thinking of finding a woman to have sex with but for some reason it made me feel that I would be cheating on Trudy. Damn, I guess I would have to see how the night went.

I didn't know hardly anyone but everybody seemed pretty friendly. Someone mentioned that there were mini-parties going on all through the mansion, so I decided to walk around a little and watch some of the action.

The hot tub and outside pool were full of people. You knew there was sex going on in them. I just hoped they had some great filtering systems. Seeing all those couples fucking in public gave me a hard-on. I didn't want to touch it and make it any harder.

One woman came up to me, grabbed hold of it, and rubbed it against her pussy. It startled me, but she laughed and said, "That feels good, if you want more I'll be upstairs." She turned and walked away as I watched her ass as she walked up the stairs. 

I couldn't believe she was so forward but I started walking toward the stairs. I had no idea which room she had gone into, so I opened a couple of doors. When I saw people were having sex, I closed them and went to the next. I opened the third door and got the surprise of my life.

On the bed was Trudy on her hands and knees. My brother Jake had his cock in her pumping for all he was worth. 

"There you are Ralphie. I was wondering if you ever showed up. You're right about Trudy here, she is one hell of a fuck. I had to feed her a few drinks to loosen her up. Wait a few minutes and you can have your usual sloppy seconds." He had a silly grin on his face.

I didn't know what to say. I saw Trudy's mouth gape open as she looked at me. I honestly have to say my heart dropped and my cock went soft. I was so hurt on the inside. 

I finally said, "She was the best I've ever been with. Have fun Jake."

Jake came in her and I noticed he didn't wear a condom. He looked at me and said, "She's on the pill and I ran out of condoms." 

As I walked out of the room, I took one last look at Trudy and I saw a tear running down her cheek. Once downstairs, I got dressed and went back to my dorm. Jake had done it to me again. I had only myself to blame. I should never have gotten serious about Trudy. Now I find out she lied to me about going out with her friends unless they were all there also. I didn't know them so maybe she didn't lie.

"Now blue ain't the word for the way that I feel

And the storm's brewing in this heart of mine

This ain't no crazy dream I know that it's real

And you're someone else's love now you're not mine"

Trudy's story:

I grew up in a middle-sized city with wonderful parents. They own and operate three grocery stores. My life was generally school and working at one of the stores. Don't misunderstand me, I loved working there. My parents were great and always allowed me to go to any school events. 

I didn't date a lot but I did go to the dances and the prom. I had one boyfriend during my junior and senior year, but we broke up when I left for college.

I have two older brothers who each manage one of dad's stores. One is five years older than I am and the other is three years older. They both went to the local technical college and received Business Management degrees to help run the stores.

My dad asked me if I would like to go to the local college to get an accounting degree and do most of the bookkeeping for the three businesses. Marie has been dad's bookkeeper ever since he opened the first store when I was just a little girl. She was due to retire and dad would need a replacement.

I would only need a two-year degree to learn the basics. My problem was I didn't want to go to the local tech college. I wanted to spread my wings a little. I told my dad and mom that I wanted to go to the university in the much larger city and take classes there. They offered a two-year course in accounting also. 

Of course, my parents were afraid of letting their little girl loose in the big world. As I reminded my dad, the school was only two hours away, so it wasn't as if I would never get home. Eventually they agreed to let me go but I had to promise I'd be home some weekends and all holidays.

We all cried the day we packed my things and took them to my dorm room. I kissed my parents goodbye and knew I was on my own for two years. They reminded me that if I ever had a problem, I could always call home. 

I wanted to learn a little about life outside the cocoon I lived in. As I mentioned, I only had the one boyfriend and yes, I did have sex with him. It wasn't at all the fairytale sex I thought it would be. It hurt and was over almost before it started. 

I didn't want to be a whore or a slut but I was hoping for a couple of sexual encounters before leaving college and starting my life back in my home town. I figured some day I would meet a nice guy, get married and have a family.

My first few months of college were almost all studies. I worked my butt off to adjust. I went home a couple of weekends and helped at one of the stores.

My dorm sisters were all pretty nice. Amy and Jan were my two closest friends at college. They were both a little more knowledgeable about the dating scene than I was, and told me they would take care of me.

After about four months, I went to my first party. It was a bit wilder than the kind back home. Everyone seemed okay but a few were into drugs, so I stayed away from them.

The guys must have all been there to get drunk, laid or both. A couple kept trying to get me into bed. I told them no but they kept bugging me. Finally, I told them to go fuck themselves and they left me alone. Though I wasn't old enough I did have a couple of drinks even though I didn't much care for beer. That night I didn't have sex with anyone.

The next party was a lot nicer. Someone there handed me a pina colada. I liked them but had a few too many, and ended up having sex with a guy. It wasn't any better than before either. I did have sex a couple of other times but nothing worth writing home about.

Before I knew it, my first year was over and I was home for a couple of months. I worked at the store and Marie started showing me what she did. I'd helped her before but now I had to learn it.

My second year of college completely changed my life. I went on a few dates and to a couple of parties. Amy and Jan told me about a special party held at the end of the school year. It was a Nude Day party given at a mansion at one of the other colleges nearby. The three of us weren't complete prudes and made a pact to attend it.

We decided it would be our college day's goodbye party. Something to truly remember. I jumped into my studies making sure to learn all I could. I figured I would give the Nude Day party my last hurrah.

It was nearing the end of the season and I was having some problems with some of the computer programs. A good-looking guy from my class came over and asked if I needed help.

He said he would help me but it would cost me. I was a little pissed that he would charge me for helping me, but the cost was a dinner date. I was flattered. He told me his name was Ralph. We went out and had a great time, laughing and joking, discovering we had a lot in common. We even lived within thirty miles of each other.

After our date, he only kissed me goodnight. He didn't try grabbing my ass or feeling me up. When he asked me out again the following week, I said yes.

It was so much fun to be with Ralph. We realized that my brother played football against his brother in high school. Ralph said he was never big into sports. I told him I really wasn't either. All that was ever on the television at home was one sports program or another. Between dad and my brothers, I never was able to watch what I liked.

We made out a little in the car when he took me back to the dorm. I felt sparks when he touched me. I believe I was falling for him already then. The following week we went out again and I had the dorm to myself. I invited him in and we had sex. I should say we made love because that's what it felt like, only we were still two somewhat strangers.

I told him I was off the pill for a month and he told me that he had condoms. He made wonderful gentle love to my body. It wasn't at all like my old boyfriend or the few guys I was with at college. He gently kissed and massaged my nipples and rubbed my belly.

I couldn't believe it when he gave oral sex to me. It was my first time ever and I came while he was still down there. He then slowly entered me and it felt great. All the pampering and multiple orgasms made this the kind of sex I'd dreamed of finding. 

It was odd but neither of us said, "I Love You". I could picture myself with Ralph but we'd only known each other for three weeks.

Looking back, I wish I had said something. It would have saved so much pain and heartache for both of us. Instead he asked me if we could go out the following Friday. He had promised a friend that he would fix his computer on Saturday.

I agreed and we went out and came back to the dorm and I had the best sex of my life. I started back on the pill the day before and told Ralph that he didn't need to use a condom. You should have seen his eyes light up. He went down on me again and made sure I came before he made love to me.

I think we made love at least three times that night. With only two weeks of school left, I was hoping that we would agree to see each other after my graduation. He had another year to go to get his bachelors degree in computers.

What I didn't mention was that Saturday was the day that Amy, Jan and I were going to go to the Nude Day party at the other college. I thought about backing out, but we had planned on going for almost a year. If I had known how Ralph felt about me, I would have never gone. It was the biggest mistake of my life. 

Damn, why didn't Ralph and I express our feelings for each other? We would have made such a nice couple. Instead, all hell broke loose. Why was I so stupid?

I told Amy and Jan that I kind of liked a guy named Ralph and we had been dating the last couple of weeks, so I wasn't sure whether I should go to the party or not.

"Trudy, we've been planning on this all year. It was going to be our one time, let it all hang out, remembrance blast. You can't back out now," said Amy.

"Are you in love with this Ralph guy? You've never mentioned him before to us," replied Jan.

"No, I don't know, we only dated a couple of times but he's so nice. I feel like I would be cheating on him."

"Did he say he loves you or that he was into a long term commitment? Come on Trudy, this is the day we've been waiting for. If this Ralph guy cares for you he will still be there next week," exclaimed Amy.

"All right, I'll go. I just hope we don't see anyone we know, especially being naked. I don't know how I could explain that one to my parents."

Jan laughed and said, "If they are there naked, I don't think most of us would want our parents to know. They would have a secret as much as we do."

We went to the mansion where the Nude Day party was. Both men and women greeted us and it didn't seem sleazy at all. They had an undressing room for us to disrobe in and even closets for us to hang up our clothes. I kept my panties on at the beginning of the party, but Amy and Jen went nude right off the bat.

It felt embarrassing at first but then after a few minutes seeing everyone else naked, I felt funny still having my panties on. I might not have a models body but I felt I looked good compared to most of the women I saw. I found myself checking out the packages on the men. It didn't bother me as much as I thought it would since I had seen my older brothers naked a number of times while growing up.

I will say that Ralph had nothing to be ashamed of. Why I was thinking about him when naked men were everywhere is beyond me. I stayed with Amy and Jan for most of the evening. We went in the hot tub and the pool and actually had a good time.

Amy pointed to a man walking toward us. He was built quite well so I figured he played sports. When he came over, he introduced himself as Jake Brady. Right then I knew it was Ralph's brother.

"So you must be the infamous Trudy that my brother has been talking about. He has nothing but good things to say about you."

"What did he have to say?" I asked.

"He said you were a good looking young woman who loved sex and was probably the best lay he had ever had," said Jake as he smiled at me.

I couldn't believe that Ralph would talk about me like that. I was hoping more to hear how much he cared for me or was falling for me. Instead, I get that he thought I was a good fuck. I tried to hide my anger but I thought to hell with Ralph. Maybe I will just show his brother what a good fuck I really was.

I stepped out of the pool and stayed with Jake the rest of the evening. He made sure I had a few pina coladas too. He sure was a smooth talker. I overheard a couple of women talking about how lucky I was to be with Jake.

He asked me to go up to one of the private rooms with him. I knew what it meant; we would be having sex. I don't know for sure why I went with him. I half believed it was to get revenge at Ralph. Here I was beginning to care for him and he just thought I was a good fuck.

While Jake and I were talking, I did mention that I just started back on the pill. Jake didn't waste any time in having sex. He had me lie on the bed and started rubbing my pussy. Within a few minutes, he was fingering me and the minute I became moist he put his cock in me.

It was back to the old sex I used to have with my boyfriend Roger. I didn't feel the sparks I did with Ralph. Even though Jake was long lasting, I found that I had to do a lot of the work to get off. Jake probably thought it was all him, but I was moving as much as possible to get the good feelings that I felt with Ralph.

"Damn, girl, you are a hot one. Old Ralphie wasn't kidding. My little brother sure knows how to pick 'em. You are one sweet ride. I wouldn't mind getting to know you better. Too bad old Ralphie didn't get a chance to go bareback with you. He told me he always wore a condom."

I guess he didn't know Ralph and I were together the day before. I never agreed with or denied his statement. He was good but he wasn't Ralph, though I would never tell him that. He had me turn over and began taking me from behind, doggie style.

That's when I heard him say, "There you are Ralphie. I was wondering if you ever showed up. You're right about Trudy here, she is one hell of a fuck. I had to feed her a few drinks to loosen her up. You want seconds when I'm through? Hell, you don't need a condom, she's on the pill."

"No thanks Jake. She's the best I've ever been with; have fun." 

I couldn't talk. My mouth was open but I had no idea what to say. By the look on Ralph's face, I had just made one of the worst decisions of my life.

After Ralph left, I talked with Jake. He loved to talk about himself and his playing sports. It was like listening to my brothers talking about sports. Jake asked if he could see me again the following week. I told him I would go out with him. I was just a bit lost now, not quite knowing what to do.

After getting back to the dorm, Amy and Jan said they had a blast. They each had sex with two different guys. They told me that they thought Jake was a hunk and were surprised when I told them I would be going out with him the following week.

I tried to call Ralph a half dozen times during the week, but he wasn't returning my calls. I figured he didn't want anything to do with me. I went out with Jake the following week, though he wanted more sex than anything. I said what the hell and let him have his way.

We talked afterward and I told him we lived within thirty miles of one another. He was surprised at that and asked, "Do you want to come to my graduation party at my parent's house. I'll be graduating in two weeks with a bachelor's degree in salesmanship."

"Will you come to my graduation party next week then? I'm getting an associate degree in accounting. It's only a two year degree, but my parents and brothers are throwing me a party." 

We agreed to attend each other's party but not the actual ceremonies. I did tell him that if he saw Ralph he could invite him along too.

Jake did show up at my party. I introduced him as a friend. He and my brothers got along great. They talked about sports just about the whole time he was there. I was busy helping mom and my sisters setting up tables and putting out food.

I couldn't believe it when one of my brothers said he played football against Jake in high school. There went another conversation about sports. Dad had asked Jake what he was going to do now since he graduated.

He said he was looking at a few offers he received from college. Dad mentioned to him that he knew a place that was looking for a salesman/representative for distributing beer products. He gave Jake the information and wished him luck.




Crazy Arms



After my party, Jake reminded me that I had to attend his the following week. He even invited my brothers to come along. Ralph never came to my party but he didn't have a choice about going to his brothers graduation party.

It was the first time I saw him since that Nude Day party. He totally avoided me the whole day. I tried to approach him but he would walk away. I got the feeling that he hated me.

I met his mom and dad. I must say that I loved his mother; she was so nice to me. She asked if I knew Ralph since we went to the same school. I told her I did but that we hadn't talked since I graduated. She was a smart woman and I could tell she knew there was a problem between us, but didn't interfere. 

*****

The following week I went back to work for my dad at the store. Maria was showing me how to post the payables and receivables. That's what I would be doing later for all three stores.

My stomach was bothering me and I made a doctors appointment, thinking I might be having a reaction to the new birth control pills. The doctor ran some tests and then she came back in and handed me a pregnancy test kit.

"Doc, I can't be pregnant; I've been taking the pills you prescribed."

"Trudy, please take the test. If it's negative we can run more tests."

I took the test and it came out positive. I couldn't believe it. "Doc, I took the pills religiously, I never missed a one. How can I be pregnant?"

"Trudy, I don't need to know everything about your personal life but when did you first have sex after taking this new prescription?"

"I took the pill on Thursday and didn't have a sexual encounter until Friday and again on Saturday."

"Trudy, you were supposed to take the pills for at least a week before having intercourse. That's why you became pregnant. The stomach ailment is because you are about a month along and the pills are aggravating your stomach. They can't stop a pregnancy after the seed has been planted. You have to stop taking them immediately." 

I was in shock, and had no idea what I was going to do.

"You should contact the baby's father. Trudy, abortion is an option. I just want you to know that I won't perform them. I took a vow to save lives, not take them. I'm not judging you but if you choose abortion you will have to go to the family planning center. If you decide to have the baby to either keep or give up for adoption, I'll gladly help you all I can." 

I knew I had to tell the father but who was it? It could be either Ralph or Jake. I was all confused on what to do. Later, when I got home, I was in my room crying when my mother came in. 

"What is it Trudy? What's the matter?" 

"Mom, I'm pregnant! I was on the pill but I didn't give it enough time. I'm sorry, but I don't know what to do."

"Is Jake the father?" she asked.

I thought for a second. My family seemed to like Jake. Ralph hated me and wouldn't even talk to me. "Yes Mom, Jake is the father of the baby," I replied.

"You need to talk to him and let him know. He'll need to help support the baby. You are going to keep it aren't you?"

"I think so Mom."

It was two days later when Jake dropped in at our store. He wanted to thank my dad for his referral on getting the job. He was now the sales representative for the local brewery. His job was to go to all the establishments that sold beer and push his products. It was a great job for him due to his gift of gab and sports background.

"Jake, after you talk to dad I need to talk to you."

"What is it Trudy?"

"Go tell dad your good news first. I know he'll be happy for you."

When Jake came back from talking with my dad, I asked him into our office. "Okay, what is it that's so important?"

"I'm pregnant."

"What? I thought you said you were on the pill?"

"I was but the doctor said I hadn't taken them long enough before having sex with you. I'm sorry, I didn't know how else to tell you. I'm keeping the baby."

I figured he wanted to ask me if I had relations with anyone else but the last time we were together I told him he and Ralph were the only two men I'd been with in six months. He assumed that Ralph wore a condom. To boost his ego I had told him I had only been with Ralph twice.

I didn't want to lie to him but I wasn't sure what else to do.

"Trudy, we'll get married."

"Jake you don't have to marry me. You just need to help support our baby."

"Bullshit, my baby isn't going to be a bastard. He's going to have a dad," said Jake.

Crying, I hugged Jake and thanked him. That night mom and I told dad about the baby and that Jake and I were going to get married. Dad wasn't happy but at least he said Jake was doing the right thing. I don't think love even entered the picture as far as dad was concerned.

That weekend Jake took me to see his mother. We told her the news and she was excited about being a grandmother.

Ralph went to college year round so he could finish early. Jake called him and told him the news. He told me that Ralph was surprised that he was going to settle down and then said Ralph congratulated him but needed to go as he had homework to do.

We planned a small wedding for the following month. Jake said he didn't want me showing when I walked down the aisle. The wedding was kind of a rushed affair but my dad had enough contacts to take care of it all.

My brothers were Jake's ushers. He finally got Ralph to agree to be best man. It sure was odd seeing him in a tux standing up there next to his older brother.

Before the ceremony, Ralph asked to talk to me alone. We went to a side room in the chapel where he apologized to me.

"Trudy, I'm so sorry for the way I have been acting. I've been holding it against you being with my brother. We weren't a couple and I never expressed my feelings to you. I wish the best for you and Jake and hope that we can always be friends."

I saw tears in his eyes, and had them in mine too. I wished I had known he cared because maybe things might have turned out different. He gave me a hug and wished me a happy life. Then I watched him leave the room and take his place at the front of the church.

This was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. Why didn't it feel that way? I did smile at my dad as he led me down the aisle to give me away. Both Jake and Ralph looked so handsome.

When the pastor said, "You may kiss the bride", I noticed more of a cringe rather than a smile on Ralph's face.

At the reception, everyone seemed to be having a nice time. That is, all but Ralph. He tried to put on a good front but I could see through it. He spent far too much time at the bar. I could see that his mother noticed as well. 

We didn't have time for a honeymoon since Jake just started his new job and I was busy learning Marie's job at the store. We just spent a couple of days in a motel with a pool and hot tub.

Jake was a good person but wild and untamed. I was hoping that over time he might change. Our marriage would depend on it.

Sex hadn't changed much. I still had to work at it to get an orgasm, but at least Jake was able to last long enough for me to get there. Our marriage seemed okay for the first few months, but soon I noticed Jake wasn't as attentive. He made me feel as if he'd done the right thing and married me just so our kid wouldn't be a bastard.

I made my own bed and knew I now had to sleep in it. We got along but didn't talk much. Most of his conversation was about the different people he met each day and how much he enjoyed his job. In his spare time, he wanted to visit old friends, and family. It always had to do with watching sports.

As my belly grew, our lovemaking dwindled. I think it repulsed him. He always said he didn't want to hurt the baby even though I told him it was fine.

He was elated when I told him I had a scan done and he was going to have a son. Now we had to pick out a name. He wanted to name him Jake Jr. but I didn't like it. He told me he wanted a real man's name for his son.

We were at his parent's house one day and his mother suggested the name David.

"Mom, I want a powerful man's name like Jake or Jack."

"Jake," said his mom. "There were many kings named David and what about David slewing Goliath."

Jake's middle name was Lee so I mentioned that. "Lee is a powerful name too, like General Robert E. Lee. He'll still be named after you. Our son can be David Lee Brady."

Jake thought for a minute and agreed to the name. He then went back in to watch a game on the television.

"Mom, what made you think of David? I do think that name is nice." I always called Agnes Brady mom. 

She looked up at me, gave a slight smile and said, "That's Ralph's middle name. I often wished we would have called him by his middle name so he wouldn't have got stuck with Ralphie by Jake."

The further I got into the pregnancy the less I saw of Jake. He said he was out making money for our family. As he mentioned, it was a good time to go to the bars and buy a few beers for customers to get them to change to his brands. 

I knew what he was saying was true, but I also knew he was a pussy hound. Hell, I was proof of that, I thought as I looked at my belly getting bigger by the day. If we did it twice a week, we were lucky, so I had to figure he was getting it on the side already.

One Friday Jake called and said he would be home quite late. I told him I was going to go visit his mother. I loved talking to her. My mom was a wonderful lady too, but after working at the store all day she preferred to just relax. When I got there, mom made us each some tea. We talked and she told me about the boys growing up. 

"Trudy, I'm surprised that you married Jake. Don't get me wrong, Jake is my son and I love him very much. I'm so happy you're my daughter. Actually, you're more like a daughter to me. I just hope Jake realizes what he has before he makes a mistake and loses it."

"What do you mean Mom? I'm not going anywhere."

"Nothing, it's just that Jake needs to grow up and take care of his responsibilities. To be honest, I'm surprised that you and Ralph didn't hook up. You two seem more compatible. Oh god, I'm middling. I'm sorry honey. I have this tendency of speaking what I'm thinking." 

"It's all right Mom, really. I like Ralph, but I'm married to his brother. I just hope it all works out for the baby's sake. I guess time will tell if Jake will outgrow his old ways."

Right then we heard a voice coming in the back door. It was Ralph.

"Ralph, I didn't know you were coming home this weekend," said his mother as she gave him a kiss and hug.

"Just a little lonely to see my family." He looked up then and saw me with my big belly. "Hi Trudy, how are you and the baby coming along?"

"We're both doing fine. Just a couple of months to go."

"Ralph, I was just going to refill our tea. Would you like some?"

"Sure, thanks," he said, sitting in the recliner, as his mom left the room. 

"You have an amazing glow about you Trudy. Being pregnant agrees with you."

"Yeah, right, a big bellied woman wobbling around."

"No, I'm serious. You're beautiful and sexy. Giving birth is a great miracle of life."

"Tell that to my aching back and shoulders," I said to Ralph.

"Ralph, rub her shoulders like you do mine when they ache," his mom said as she walked back in with the tea.

"Mom, she's Jake's wife. I can't go touching her."

"Oh for Pete's sake Ralph, I said rub her shoulders not feel her up." 

"Ralph, if you do have magic hands, I would appreciate it. My shoulders are killing me. Just don't touch my boobs," I said and laughed.

I was sitting on the couch and he asked me to lean forward. He moved behind me and began rubbing my neck. Mom was laughing and I asked her why and she said I was making funny sounds, as if I was having an orgasm.

I was so embarrassed. "I'm sorry Mom but it feels so good. Ralph is taking the tension out of my shoulders."

Ralph went a little lower and rubbed some tight spots in my back. "I could take this all day." I laughed after what I had said. "Thank you Ralph."

"You're welcome Trudy. Glad I could help get some of the kinks out. If you ever need me, just give me a call."

As he was finishing his tea, I put my hand on my big belly. "Mom, come feel the baby kicking." 

She came over and felt it, grinning at the movements under her hand.

"Do you want to feel it Ralph?" I asked.

"Wow, that's so exciting," he said with his hand on my tummy. "It's so hard to believe that a baby is being formed. It's just incredible. Well, ladies, I have to get upstairs and do some things."

He gave his mom a kiss on the cheek and headed upstairs. I think he just wanted to get away from me. You can probably guess what I was thinking. I had to wonder if I married the wrong brother. Besides, just because I cared for him doesn't mean he had the same feelings for me. Damn, sometimes life sucks.

I was less than two months away from having my baby and he would be my life. I wanted to be the best mommy I could possibly be. 

Jake was coming home later all the time and never seemed to want sex. He told me he was too tired from working hard all day. I figured he probably screwed some bimbo at one of his stops. I wasn't sure what to do. We'd only been married six months and our marriage was a wreck already. The store filled my days and I spent my evenings with my parents or Jake's mom so I wasn't lonely.

My dad and I talked about putting in an updated computer system. He wanted to make it easier for me to do the posting from all three stores. He was going to check around to find a firm to do it when I suggested Ralph.

"Is he really good at this sort of thing, Trudy?"

"Dad, I've never seen a computer that he couldn't fix. Besides, he would probably give you a good rate. You should give him a call."

Dad did call Ralph and he agreed to put an updated system in that would do all the things dad wanted. He would be able to use most of the existing equipment saving dad a lot of money.

When dad asked him the cost of doing the labor, Ralph told him that he usually charged sixty dollars an hour, but since I was family, he would do it for twenty-five. Since he was still finishing school, he would be able to do it only on the weekends, figuring it would take three to finish the job.

I looked forward to Saturdays since I knew Ralph would be there to work on the computer system. I enjoyed just having him around and talking with him. He got the job done in three weeks like he promised. The last thing he told me before going back to school was that he would always be there for me. I'm not sure why he ever said it.

Jake just asked if Ralphie finished his work yet. Instead of complimenting Ralph on his work, he would just say he'd always been a geek.

Ralph stayed at school for a few weeks, and then came home on a Friday night. I was home alone when my water broke and scared me to death. I called Jake's mom to tell her I needed help. Ralph answered the phone.

"Ralph, my water broke and I'm scared. Jake's not here to take me to the hospital, so should I call 911?"

"No, I'll come and get you. I'll be there in five minutes; I promise."

Four minutes later, he was there. He helped me out to the car and took me to the hospital. His mother was calling my parents to let them know I was in labor and at the hospital. Ralph told his mother to keep trying to get hold of Jake and he could pick her up and bring her to the hospital too. Ralph was doing everything that my husband should have been doing.

I was in the birthing room with Ralph holding my hand and supporting me. About half an hour later, my mom arrived and came in the room with us. I was probably in there for another hour when Jake and his mom arrived.

Ralph kissed me on the forehead and left the room unnoticed. It was time for the baby to come out. Jake said he was getting queasy and went to the restroom and threw up. He didn't come back in till after the baby was born, acting like the big man on campus. Everyone was talking about how our little boy had blond hair and blue eyes just like his dad. He was a beautiful baby.

My brothers and their wives arrived. The whole family was there. Jake was acting like a proud father. Maybe things were going to get better after all. 

As everyone was leaving, I noticed Ralph wasn't there. When I asked, no one remembered him leaving. My brothers said they didn't even remember seeing him when they came.

The next day, Jake came by to take me home. Both of our mothers were there to greet us. For now, we had a bassinette set up for David in our bedroom so I could be near him. 

"Where's Ralph?" I asked his mom.

"He just came home to check out the computers at the store. When you called, he stopped what he was doing to take you to the hospital. After everyone showed up, he checked everything and then came home. He went back to college this morning," she said.

"I just wanted to thank him for being there for me," I said to her.

She smiled at me and we let it go at that. I figured there was more to it but I wasn't going to push it.

After my baby was born, my life was busy. I took two weeks off to get things in order. Jake didn't change much. He would get up and get ready for work. As far as the baby was concerned, he would talk to him a little bit before work and late at night when he came home.

I, on the other hand, took care of David. Jake's mom would watch him while I was at work. I even brought him to work a few times, since I missed being away from him.

One day Jake and I got into an argument. It was going to happen someday, I knew it. He was drunk and one thing led to another and he said, "Hell, for all I know the kid isn't even mine."

I was pissed and screamed back at him, "Then go get tested, you asshole."

He decided to have it done. Of course, I had to take Jake's blood sample along with David's to the clinic. At this point, I really didn't care much. I was on the wrong track to nowhere anyway.

The results came back and Jake, his mother and I were sitting there when he opened the results. It read that there was an eighty-five percent chance that he was the father.

"What the hell does that mean?" asked Jake.

I really didn't know what to say but his mother spoke up. "Jake, it means that if eighty-five men had sex with Trudy in the same time frame, you would most likely be the father. Sorry Trudy, but I don't know how else to explain it." 

"On TV they always say 99.999999%," said Jake.

"Jake, they do that for television. To make it sound great. Would you feel better if it was one in a million instead of one in eight-five? I know Trudy well enough to know she didn't sleep with eighty-five other men while she was with you."

I had to smile when his mother said, "With all the beer you drink I'm surprised it was that high. You probably had your sample pretty diluted down."

I had no idea if all that explaining that she said was true. I never did understand how they figure it out but it did satisfy Jake that David was his son.

About a month went by and I went to my mother's house after work to get little David. I found Ralph sitting on the couch holding and feeding him a bottle.

"Ralph, what are you doing home?"

"I'm through with most of my classes. I can do a couple of finals on-line. I have to go back in a month and graduate."

"So, what do you think of little David Lee Brady?"

"David? You named him David after me? I can't see Jake agreeing with that."

"We didn't name him after you. He's named after King David, slayer of Goliath. Of course Lee is Jake's middle name." I smiled when I said it.

"He's a beautiful baby. I hope he gets the best life has to offer."

Ralph finished feeding him and even put him on his shoulder and burped him. The last time Jake burped him he got mad when the baby spit up on him.




Crazy Arms



For the next month after getting off work, I saw Ralph holding, talking to or playing with little David. Mom said he spent a lot of time with David.

The weekend before Ralph was to go back to college, we decided to have a big cookout at mom and dad's house. My brothers and their families came. Jake invited a couple of his friends from work and we invited a few of the drivers.

The guys decided to play some tag football. They were going to play for one hour and the team with the highest score would win. Each touchdown was worth seven points. The losers would have to pay for the beer for the whole night.

Each team had five of the younger guys on it. The older men were going to sit back and drink beer. Ralph wasn't interested in playing so he was just going to watch. 

There was ten minutes to go with the score tied when my older brother pulled a hamstring or something. 

"I'm sorry guys, I can't play anymore. I guess I'm too old for this," Jim said.

Jake said, "Then your team has to forfeit. You're one man short."

"Come on Jake, it's just a friendly game. You can't be serious," said my brother Jim.

I knew Jake had too much to drink by how loud he was getting. "Nope, a rule is a rule, you're one man short."

Most of the guys didn't agree with Jake but it was his party. Jim looked over at Ralph. "How about doing me a favor and playing for the last ten minutes? Your brother is getting a little obnoxious."

Ralph looked over at me and said, "Sure, why not. No one wants to lose on a forfeit."

Jake laughed and told his teammates, "Hell guys, don't worry about him, he can't play for shit. Just get the ball back so we can score."

On the first couple of plays, Ralph blocked and it helped move the ball forward. On the next two plays, he ran out for a pass to fake the other team. When he went back in the huddle, he told my brother Joe to throw him the ball since no one was covering him.

On the next play, Ralph gave a light block and ran as fast as he could down the sideline. By the time Jake was able to react, Ralph was well past him. Joe made a great throw over Jake's head and Ralph caught it for a touchdown.

Everyone was happy except Jake's team. It was made up of his buddies. "Shit Jake, I thought you said the kid couldn't play. He ran clean past you."

"It was just a lucky catch. We have a couple of minutes left to score. Let's just do it," said Jake.

They ran their first couple of plays and gained a little. They only had time left for one more play and decided on a long bomb.

We heard Jake say, "Everyone go long and I'll get the ball over the goal line. It's up to one of you guys to catch it."

Everyone went long and Jake heaved the ball. Ralph jumped up, caught it and went running back down the field. Time was up and the game was over, but Jake came at Ralph hard and knocked him down.

Joe yelled out, "What the hell are you doing? The game was over and you hit the kid."

"Oh hell, it was just an open field hit. I didn't mean to hit him that hard."

I grabbed some of the baby's wipes and went over to Ralph whose nose was bleeding. I told him to lie there for a few minutes till it stopped.

Eventually he got up and his teammates thanked him for winning the game. A few minutes later, Jake came over and apologized for hitting him so hard. 

"No hard feelings bro. I guess I just got too caught up in the game."

"Sure, no problem," said Ralph.

I took the bloody tissues and put them in a baggie in the baby's diaper bag. I wanted it for later. The only person who saw me put it there was Jake's mom and she didn't say a word. I had to wonder what she thought.

Someone asked Ralph what he was going to do after he graduated. He said he already had a position with a local computer service, starting two weeks after graduation.

I was sitting next to Jake holding the baby when Jake turned to Ralph. 

"Hey Ralphie, why are you staying at school a week after you graduate? Got a woman we don't know about?"

I knew it pissed Ralph off when he answered so only Jake and I could hear. 

"Nope, I pretty much missed out on the Nude Day party last year. I thought I'd go and maybe come back with a wife, or at least a steady lay."

Neither Jake nor I had a comeback for that.

*****

Ralph continued his story:

I went back to college and graduated. Mom and Dad came to see me. They brought Trudy and the baby along. Jake said he was too busy but would be at my party when I returned home.

Trudy said she came since it was the same college she'd graduated from the year before. It was really nice seeing her there.

After the ceremony, we all went out for a nice dinner. I told my parents that I would be home in about a week because there were a few functions I wanted to attend. Trudy gave me a sad look knowing one was the annual Nude Day party.

After my parents and Trudy left, I had a lot of time to think. I was mad at myself for being such a pussy, a real wuss. I let my brother marry the only girl I cared for, so I decided it was time to change my life.

At the Nude Day party, I drank and enjoyed myself feeling up and having sex with as many women as I could. A guy at the party sold me some pills which really got me going. Toward the end of the party, I ended up with Sylvia.

She told me she had dropped out of school and was just going to enjoy life. After the party, we went to her apartment where I spent the night. I must have really been out of it. I remember most of what we did but the next day, I felt like shit. I spent two days at Sylvia's place recovering from the party.

We fucked god knows how many times. Sylvia was one sexy woman. I can tell you right now that mom would never approve of her but Jake would go ape shit over her. I told her I had to head home because I had a job waiting for me.

"Take me with you. We're good together."

"I don't want to get married or have kids right now," I said.

"That's okay, we don't need to get married. I'm all for just living with you. I promise you that you'll get all the loving you can handle."

I remembered telling Jake and Trudy that maybe I'd bring home a girlfriend from the party. What did I have to lose? I didn't owe anyone an explanation and Sylvia was one hell of a woman when it came to sex.

"Sure, why not?" 

It was way out of character for me but I didn't care anymore. I was tired of being the nice guy, the good son. I was leasing an apartment when I got home. I needed to get away from mom and dad's house and seeing Trudy every day.

When I told my mom, she tried to be nice but I could tell she was upset. I told her we would be there the following weekend. It was when they were going to throw my graduation party.

Sylvia and I stopped at my apartment first. All I had was a bedroom set so far, though it came with kitchen appliances. I told Sylvia we could start getting furniture next week.

The usual people were at my party when we got there. My family and Trudy's family showed up. I could tell Trudy's brothers thought Sylvia was a knockout but their wives were there so they didn't push the compliments too far.

Jake on the other hand, was almost drooling. Trudy tried to be nice but it looked like she was jealous. Overall, the party was interesting. Sylvia acted as if she was in love with me by hugging and kissing me in front of everyone. For some strange reason, I felt like I was getting some sort of revenge at both Jake and Trudy.

Life after college was different for me. I had a great job and came home to all the sex a guy could ask for. The cost was that Sylvia was a flirt and wanted to pick out all our furniture. A huge downside was that I wasn't happy. After the revenge feeling wore off, I was just a guy with a live-in girlfriend who I believed cheated on me on a regular basis.

A couple of months passed and I received a call from Sylvia asking me to come home early. She had a surprise for me. That's when I found her in my apartment with my brother Jake.

The real surprise was when Jake said he wanted to swap. I couldn't believe it when he said Trudy was in on it. That was when I knew I had enough. I couldn't believe that Trudy would do such a thing, and so I left.

This is where I left off at the beginning of the story. I was getting ready to settle in for the night when there was a knock at the door.

I had no idea who it could be at my motel door. I opened it and there stood Trudy. I couldn't believe my eyes. What the hell was she doing here? How did she find me?

"I heard your conversation with Sylvia. While the two of them were busy, I took two suitcases and packed some of your belongings. Knowing you, I figured you would find a room close to your work. I just looked for your car. May I come in and talk to you? You have the wrong idea about me and I need to tell you the truth."

I stood there staring at her, my mind trying to grasp on what was happening. My brother was at my house fucking my girlfriend. His wife, who I really cared for, was at my door wanting desperately to talk to me.

"Please Ralph, we need to talk. It is really important that I tell you the whole truth."

"Where's David?"

"He's at your mothers. I asked her to watch him for me because I was going to break up with Jake tonight. I don't know if you're aware of it but your mom has been my best friend and I told her the whole story."

"What story? What did you say to my mom?"

"Let me in and I'll tell you everything." 

I let her in and offered her a beer. I know she wasn't a beer drinker but it was all I had bought. When she took one, I figured whatever she had to say was important.

"You say you were going to leave Jake tonight, but yet you show up at my house for what he claimed was to swap mates. Would you mind starting there?"

"I should first tell you that Jake got a job offer from his company. They are opening a new sales office and distribution center in Indiana. He said we were going to move there, that's me, him and David. I told him there was no way that I was going to let him uproot us like that. I want David to grow up around our family.

"If Jake was a really good husband, I might have taken a chance and moved. We have been arguing day after day. It's not just his work but I know he has been seeing other women on the side right after we got married.

"I had hoped that he would change after David was born but he didn't. I've heard rumors that he has been with other women. He got to a point where he would almost flaunt it.

"For the past two weeks, he has been trying to get me to be a swinger. I told him no way. I have honestly been faithful to him ever since we got married. Today he told me he was going to go see Sylvia. I could either come along and take part or stay home."

"So why did you agree to go with him, Trudy?"

"Because of you Ralph. You have been the best lover I have ever had and I might add the nicest man I know. I wanted to see if we were still good together. Either way, I was going to divorce Jake. You never gave me a chance to explain."

"So if I would have agreed, you would have had sex with me tonight?"

She looked down, "Yes, I think I would have. I'm not a slut or a whore but I do have strong feelings about you and I always have. As I said, either way I am leaving Jake."

"What did you talk to my mother about?"

"I didn't have to tell her much. She is very observant. I mentioned to her that Jake wanted us to move to Indiana, but he had already told her. She didn't want him to move but it wasn't her decision. David is her only grandchild and she wanted him in her life."

"What else did you talk about?"

"I told her that I believed Jake was having affairs. She said she thought as much. That's when I told her I was leaving him tonight. I didn't tell her about his wanting to swing but I think she got the idea when I told her he wanted to go visit Sylvia tonight."

"Remember when I helped you set up the computer system and a couple of times I seemed aggravated? It was because I stopped by one of the bars and my brother was there with some slut. I wanted to tell you but I thought it better to mind my own business. Like you, I was hoping he would change.

"I saw him another time after David was born. That time he saw me. I asked him how he could do that to you. He told me what you didn't know wouldn't hurt you. I was pissed and wanted to tell you but I just didn't feel it was my place. Now I wish I would have."

"So, what do you want from me?" I asked. 

"Ralph, there's more. I lied and I don't know how to tell you about it. You're going to hate me. Your mom said I need to tell you the truth."

"Just tell me the truth. Whatever you're talking about, just say it." 

"David is your son, not Jake's."

"What? Why didn't you tell me? Trudy, why did you marry Jake? I don't get it. Did you like him that much more than me?"

"God no, when I found out I was pregnant I couldn't get you to talk to me. I called you time and time again. I figured you hated me. I didn't know what to do. The only other person I had sex with was Jake, and you knew about that. You know how mixed up and confused I was. Either one of you could have been the father. When I told Jake, he offered to marry me."

"Did you tell him the baby could be mine, that we had unprotected sex?"

"No, he said that the last time he talked to you before that Nude Day party that you said you'd always worn a condom. If I said anything differently it would have complicated the situation even more."

"I thought he had a DNA taken and it showed he was David's father. Did you lie about that too?" I was a little aggravated.

"No, the test was real and it did say it was an eighty-five percent chance that he was his father."

"So why are you saying he's not his father now, that I am?"

"I was never positive that he was his father. Remember at the football game when he bloodied your nose and I came over with some tissues?"

"Yeah, go on."

"I saved the tissues with your blood on them and put them in a baggie. The next day I sent them to a lab to check them against David's DNA."

"Okay, so what's the result?"

"There is a 99.99999% chance that you are David's birth father."

"Damn, who knows this beside you and me?"

"Your mom. She saw me put the bloody tissue in a baggie. One day she asked me the result. I swear that woman can read minds. I told her the truth." 

"So what did she say to do about it?"

"Actually, she told me to talk to you and you could figure out what should be done. She said either way David was her grandchild. Then she smiled at me."

"Boy, this is one hell of a predicament. They don't write stories with this much suspense. Is there anything else I need to know? Anything else you want to come clean about?"

Trudy started crying. "I screwed up so bad. I not only messed up my life and David's, but now I have you involved as well as Jake. All I want is the best for my son. I don't know what to do." Now she was crying even harder.

I held her in my arms. I hated seeing her cry. "It will all work out one way or another. Is there anything else I need to know?" I asked again.

"I think I'm in love with you. I'm sorry. You have been so good to me, with the way you helped with David. What are you thinking right now?" asked Trudy.

"I was thinking about your wedding and how I was there wondering why the girl I cared for was marrying my brother who was nothing but a skirt chaser. Then I remembered a couple of lines from a song I once heard.

"The song was 'Crazy Arms' and the verse said:

Crazy arms that reach to hold somebody new

And my yearning heart keeps saying you're not mine

My troubled mind knows soon to another you'll be wed

And that's why I'll be lonely all the time."

Trudy leaned forward and kissed me. It felt so good.

"Trudy, I can't do this right now."

"But I thought you cared for me," she said with tears in her eyes.

"I do but I'm not like my brother. We'll get things worked out; I promise. I don't know how yet but we will do it. You have to understand that you threw a lot of stuff at me tonight. I need time to think over all this."

She nodded, but I had more to say.

"I have a son but my brother thinks it's his and is supporting it. I had a girlfriend yesterday and today she's screwing my brother. My mom seems to be in cahoots with you for whatever reason. I've been in love with you for over a year now and have been trying very hard to deny it.

"I want to make love to you but I just can't do it while you are married to my brother. Trudy, I suggest for the next couple of days you stay at mom's house. I don't want you alone with Jake till we figure out what to do.

"Right now I need to get some sleep. I already called off work for tomorrow and now have a whole lot of problems to try and figure out."

Trudy kissed me again and hugged me. I could feel the spark that we shared. I walked her out to her car and thanked her for bringing me my clothes. I watched her drive away. God, what the hell did I get myself into?

*****

Believe it or not, the first stop I made the next day was at my mom's after Trudy left for work. At least she took my advice and was staying there.

"Ralph, thank you for helping Trudy. I really love her and she's been through a lot," said mom.

"Why in the hell did you tell her to come to me?" I asked in a loud voice.

"Be quieter, David is still sleeping. The reason I told her to go to you is you helped start this whole mess, but mainly because she's been in love with you since I first saw her look at you."

"I started it? I didn't tell her to go fuck Jake."

"Watch your mouth Ralph, there's no need to use that kind of language. If you would have talked to her before she agreed to go out with Jake, things might have turned out different. She was a scared young girl that had major decisions to make and you could have helped her, but no, your pride got in the way."

"Mom, I saw her screwing my brother. What was I supposed to do? She was unfaithful to me."

"You two weren't even going together. Trudy told me that you had three dates and you never told her you loved her. How is that cheating? Besides, weren't you at the same nasty party? What were your plans that night?"

"Okay Mom, I get it, but I was a mess when I saw them together."

"Trudy told me it was the biggest mistake of her life going to that party; I believe her. The second one was marrying Jake. She said she should have just raised David on her own. I told her if she had done that then I would never have met my grandson. Jake may be my son and I love him to death, but I doubt he will ever grow up and settle down."

"Mom, what do you expect me to do?"

"Help Trudy get through this mess. Talk with your brother. You know that something is going on between him and that girlfriend of yours."

"I know Mom. I caught them together last night. I told Sylvia it's over and she has a month to get out of my apartment. What do you know about this job offer Jake got?"

"They offered him a job in Indiana pretty much doing what he is here. Trudy has already told him she wasn't moving."

"Now the big question Mom. Trudy said that David is my kid. Did you see the test results? I want to believe Trudy but I need to know for sure."

"Not only have I seen the results but I have them in our safe. I'll go get them," said mom.

It was true. I was looking at the results with my own eyes. I was David's birth father.

"What do I do now Mom? Tell Jake the truth? Since they are getting divorced, should Jake pay child support for David? Where do I stand here? Should I take over the responsibility of helping raise David?"

"Ralph, you have to do what you feel is right. I can't answer for you. The answer is in your heart. That's why I told Trudy to come to you. I have faith that you will do the right thing."




Crazy Arms



I spent the next two days trying to come up with some answers. I talked to a lawyer friend of mine and he said not to worry about Sylvia. Just make sure I gave her a thirty-day notice, which I did. Otherwise, she might try to get me for an illegal eviction. 

I told him about David and we came up with a few different choices. It would now be up to Jake on how we would proceed. I called him and told him we needed to talk. We agreed to meet at a local lounge.

"So little brother, what the fuck do you want?"

"I came to talk to you about Trudy and David. Trudy is filing for a divorce from you. I know that she talked to you yesterday."

"So what the fuck has this got to do with you? I can handle my own affairs. By the way, I'm moving to Indiana next month and going to take your girlfriend Sylvia with me. It looks like I'm always taking your girlfriends. I guess you're not man enough to hold on to them."

"This concerns David. Have you thought about him?"

"Again what the fuck has this got to do with you? Maybe I'll apply for custody and take him with me." He started laughing. "Boy that would sure piss off Trudy if I went after custody."

"Why Jake? Why do you want to ruin her life and probably hurt David as well?"

"I was nice enough to marry the bitch and make sure she didn't have to raise a bastard kid. What thanks do I get? Constant nagging that I'm not more like you and a lot of accusations that I'm always cheating on her."

"Most of it is true Jake. I saw you twice with other women myself. Then you show up at my house getting ready to fuck Sylvia."

"I just want to prove to you that whatever you have I can take away from you. I've done it time and time again."

"Are you jealous of me Jake? The powerful 'I can do anything' Jake is jealous of his little brother. Man, I feel sorry for you. You're still a fucking little kid wanting his way on the playground and don't care who you hurt to get it.

"I've got some headline news for you big brother. You are not taking David anywhere. I'll fight you through every court in the land to see that you will never get custody of him," I yelled at Jake.

"You're going to fight me? Where the fuck are your brains? He's my son, not yours. If Trudy treats me real nice, just maybe I'll let her see him."

"Okay Jake, here's the way it is. David is not your son, he's mine."

"Bullshit, who the hell told you that? I married that bitch to give the kid a name. I saw the DNA where it said there was an 85% chance that he is my son."

I took out a copy of my DNA and David's and laid them in front of Jake. "That leaves a 15% chance that he was fathered by someone else. That someone else is me."

Jake looked where it said 99.9999% chance of me being the birth father of David. I told him that I had the test done and then showed it to Trudy and mom. I said that they were as shocked as I was. I didn't want him to think that Trudy had the test done.

Things changed as Jake sat there and stared at the DNA results. "Jake, we can solve this problem the easy and quiet way or the hard way where we go to court to decide custody."

"So, what are you suggesting?" asked Jake.

"I can take these test results along with David's birth certificate to a judge and have him change the name of the birth father from you to me. The other way would be to go public and fight you in court. The outcome of course will be the same. Since you like sports analogies, the ball is in your court."

"So I wouldn't have to give that bitch any child support, right?"

"Yes, you're right and the next time you call her a bitch I promise I'll beat the shit out of you. We're the same size now Jake and I'm no longer afraid of you."

He wanted to test me but I was sure he knew I was serious and let it go. He said he would think about it and let me know.

I heard from him a couple of days later and he agreed to go along with the transfer of the birth certificate. I believe Trudy's dad helped him make that decision. After all, he'd been the one to get Jake his new job, and he could see that he lost it just as quick.

He and Sylvia moved to Indiana a week early, taking his savings with him. Before he left, he'd signed the divorce papers and processed them. Trudy agreed to no alimony; she just wanted it over.

She was now living in her apartment with David, and I had my apartment back. Mom was still watching David while Trudy worked.

As far as Trudy and I are concerned, we're like best friends. I give her money each week to help raise my son. I go see him at my mother's almost daily, and most of the time I'm there when Trudy comes to pick him up.

Her divorce will be final in another month. I have already set a date for our first overnight date. We are going to take it a day at a time. We have to learn to trust each other and communicate our true feelings better.

Trudy's family likes me and says we belong together. My mom and dad are happy for both of us. My dad said he is proud of me for coming forward and doing the right thing. Little David is always smiling at me when I enter the room. 

One evening Trudy and I were talking to mom when she said, "It's just a matter of time before you two get married, you know. Besides, David needs a little sister."

*

Thank you for reading my story.

Comments are welcome and appreciated.

DG Hear



Crazy Bible Lady Turns Me Submissive



Disclaimer: This story is not intended to offend anyone please enjoy. 



It was holiday time at work. Christmas music was playing and I got the task of dressing up as Santa Claus to entertain the younger children. This is ironic because I'm Jewish. After a few hours of taking photos with children and handing out candy a lady approached me. She strikes up a conversation about how the origin of the suit came to be. Since I didn't know it became an interesting topic of discussion. She told me the whole story and started to talk about psalm verses and pull quotes from the bible. At first I asked myself what the hell she was talking about. 

This whole time I was thinking that she was crazy. I kept trying to avoid responding to her but the more she talked the more intrigued I got. Eventually I started asking her questions back and she noticed a change in my attitude. She introduced herself as Gina and told me that if I wanted to know more she would be willing to teach me. She took out her cell phone and took down my number. She said she would call me later to make sure I had read the chapter about the coming of the messiah. She grabbed my hand to kiss it as she walked away.

The last few hours at work couldn't end soon enough. I rushed home and immediately did what she asked. I read everything I could find on the task at hand. Right as I was finishing my phone began to ring. It was gina. She asked if I had followed her instructions. I obediently replied that I had. We discussed the literature and started talking about other things. She asked me if I was involved with anyone. I told her the truth that I did not have a girlfriend. She told me that wasn't married and didn't have any kids either. This excited me. I had always fantasized about being with an older woman but never like this. I decided that I could play along and maybe she would reward me for my efforts. 

She asked me if I wanted to go to church with her on Sunday. Since I'm Jewish I had never been to church before so I reluctantly agreed. She than asked me to meet me at her house the next morning for church. I arrived extra early to show her that I was a willing student. She opened the door wearing a sleek black dress and high heels. I really wanted to fuck her right than and there. She was 45 but didn't look a day over 30. After the service Gina asked me to come back to her house. This is where I intended to make my move.

When we arrived back at her place she handed me a bible, opened it up and instructed me to read. She went upstairs to get changed. This was my chance. I slowly crept up the stairs to the bedroom to try and catch a glimpse of her naked body. Before I could take a peek I heard her call my name. I hesitated a second and ran into her bedroom. She called again from the bathroom and I that's when I saw her. Standing naked in front of me. Her nipples were so tiny and supple. Her legs were so shapely and toned. Her stomach was flat, showing the tiny ridges of her abs. This is when I knew I would do whatever it took so I could plunge my now rock hard cock into her pussy. It was beautiful. It had a tiny strip of hair like a runway to land my cock onto. She saw me just standing there and told me that if were were going to sin we needed to pray. I got down on my knees and tried my best to remember what I had heard earlier that day. I managed to chant out a few sentences and I could tell she was impressed with how quickly I learned. She walked over to me and took my cock in her hand. The only barrier between me and her mouth was my pants. I unbuttoned them and slid them down to the floor. 

She looked at me as she put my cock head in her mouth. It was so warm and wet I wanted to fuck her face. She began stroking my cock as she sucked the head. I could feel my orgasm coming. I was going to spew a huge load of cum down her throat. All of a sudden she stopped. She got up wiped her mouth and told me to meet her downstairs.

When I got downstairs she was waiting for me with a pair of handcuffs and a bible in her hands. She cuffed my hands behind my back. She took out a rope and tied me naked to a chair in her kitchen. I was confused. She broke the silence by telling me that if I wanted to fuck her I needed to show her my unwavering willingness to be her Christian boy slave. I agreed. I was deliriously horny and would've done anything to fuck her.

She put on a long white sundress and told me she would be back in a few hours. She stated that while she was gone I was to study gods teaching of the bible. 

In what seemed like a lifetime I slowly made my way through the book page by page. I heard a click from the front door and knew my angel had returned. She closed the book and asked me to recite what I had learned while she was gone. Since I had nothing better to do I read and reread what she had asked. I spoke flawlessly impressing her with every word. She reached up to the straps on her dress and dropped it to the floor. She stroked my cock a few times to get it hard and it jumped up immediately. 

What she did next surprised me. She bent over and aimed her moist glistening pussy lips towards the head of my cock. I waiting for her hole to engulf me. Since my hands were still handcuffed I could only wait. She was teasing me getting closet and closer. Finally her pussy reached my cock head and they exchanged a brief rub before I realized I wasn't wearing a condom. I protested her but she seemed to ignore me. I was nearly inside when she responded by saying that god had intended for bareback sex and that there were no condoms back when Abraham was alive. I was nervous. I had never had sex without a condom before. 

She kept lowering herself onto me. Her pussy felt so amazing bare. It was sliding so easily. I let out a gasp and her pussy swallowed my cock. She started chanting from the bible as my cock went in and out of her. With each thrust she got louder until she was screaming. I felt a churning in my balls. I warned her I was about to cum but this only made her fuck me harder and faster. I couldn't hold it anymore. I let my seed spew into her unprotected womb. Load after load shot deep inside her. She screamed in pleasure. I was shocked at how good it felt. 

She got off my cock and went upstairs to clean herself up. She untied me when she came down. I got dressed and made my way out of there. I realized how crazy she was and wanted no part of it. A few months later she came into the store where I work again and this time her belly wasn't flat. There was a bulge commonly seen with the growing of a child.



Crazy Cassie



I'm not crazy.

Parenting is tough; ask any mother or father, they'll tell you the same. There's the financial side of things, and the time allotment; worrying if you'll have enough money to stay afloat with a kid to take care of, worrying if you'll have enough time to raise them right before they grow up. There's the responsibility, knowing that you have the next generation of your species under your care; no pressure. Of course, there's the worrying, knowing how dangerous the world can be and how totally unprotected your child really is; take your eyes off your kid for a second, fucking anything can happen.

Being a single parent carries its own set of challenges, obviously. It's ALL on you. No partner to shoulder the load with, no secondary income, no second set of eyes to look out for danger or hands to help out. It's you or nobody.

I am not crazy.

My name is...well, irrelevant. This story isn't really about me, y'see. It's about my daughter; her name is Cassandra, or Cassie for short. Her mother and I never married, we just had a lot of great sex that paused momentarily when we found out she was pregnant, and paused again during the birth. After a few weeks of further sex, I woke up to find her gone, her stuff gone, half my damn bank account gone, and a note saying that she had left. She left Cassie with me, I'm assuming because it would have been hard for her to find a new super-dick with a baby on her arm; as big as her breasts filled up after the pregnancy, I'm guessing that she was already getting laid by the time I found the note. Tramp.

Took me a while to get my shit together after that. Wasn't easy; took me five years to get my money back in order, and about as long to learn how to go two days without some grade-A pussy getting stretched to my balls. For a few months, I really lost sight of things; all I really remember is that we had to move after a night of my blackout drinking, and that my neighbor's nude garden statues looked like someone had dumped a couple truckloads of vanilla pudding over them. C'est la vi.

I'm really not crazy.

I shaped up, though. Wildly gratuitous sex has always been my only real vice, and I hid it pretty damn well in the new town we moved to. Found a nice open-species area with half-beasts like me, anthros like Cassie's mother, even a few full-flesh humans. Still, being what I am, I picked up on the usual rumors flying around as I moved in. 'Have you seen the guy moving in down the street? Bigass satyr with a little cow girl! Wonder how that happened?'

Did I mention that already? Sorry. I am a satyr; a supposedly-mythological blend of man and goat. I'm a particularly big specimen, seven feet tall, 220 pounds, and if I say so myself, hard as a coffin nail. Thick, shaggy black goat legs and hooves, olive-skinned human upper body, swept back horns, a short tail, a generous amount of chest fur, a goatee (naturally)...suffice to say that it's never been hard to get noticed if I wanted.

Cassie has half of all that; her other half came from her mother, who was an anthropomorphic cow I met on a dairy farm. To summarize, she's one half goat-stud, one half cow-scamp. Can you SEE the sleepless nights I had when she was a baby, wondering just what the hell I was going to do when boys started taking notice of her? And trust me, THAT shit started practically the day we moved. At five years old, my little girl was already so goddamn pretty and so quickly-bloomed that I could see the whites of boys' eyes staring at her two blocks away.

I am NOT crazy.

School; shopping; sports; dentists; doctors; friends; parties; vacations; crying; laughing; fighting; playing; teaching...thirteen years passed by in a blur, and Cassie seemed to grow non-stop through the whole decade. By the time she turned eighteen, I had grown somewhat used to the difficulties of raising a future bombshell; yearly doctor's check-ups informed me that she was still a virgin, but that wouldn't last. Satyrs, you see, have something of a genetic block in them; our young have different body chemistries than mature satyrs, which keeps them from feeling the wild urges that we grown-ups have to deal with. Around 18 or 19, the body chemistry changes, and within a month, they're feeling the full weight of their sexual needs. Fortunately, another block keeps them sterile until around 24-25, when most satyrs have themselves under better control; otherwise, we'd probably populate the whole damn planet.

Cassie is only half satyr, though; her other half comes from a bovine harlot who informed me that she had lost her virginity at an age that shocked even me. I had suspected that Cassie had been feeling at least some of her urges for years. The signs were there; the permafrost of boyfriends' phone numbers on her bedroom floor, the whispering, giggling, late-night video chats, the occasional snooping glance at her internet history...all signs that my daughter was going to do her parents proud in the very near future, by maturing into a tremendously popular harlot.

You may be thinking to yourself, 'Proud? Your daughter is setting up to be a cock-sock and you're proud? Horrible father! Disgraceful man!' Well, kinda. Bear in mind, to my people, sex isn't just natural and productive; it's damn near an olympic event, and as my Greek ancestors started the olympics, I think I know what I'm talking about. I spent a decade and a half more or less chaste to better concentrate my time and energy on Cassie...but in the privacy of my own home, I absolutely wrecked myself any chance I got. I set world records in almost every aspect of masturbation, denied myself proposals from gorgeous women because I wanted to make my daughter the only meaningful person in my life. I taught her everything I could while she was young, but when she turned eighteen, the simple fact was that I had to address the lingerie-clad elephant in the room.

I needed to give Cassie the Talk.

Not the 'use a condom every time' talk, because frankly, I have never be able to say that sentence without falling over laughing. We satyrs have an immune system that could shrug off HIV-infused herpes like water off a duck's back, and since Cassie's a hybrid, I'm not sure she can even get pregnant; not easily, anyway. No, the Talk I'm talking about is one we satyrs reserve for our own kind; something to help our young come to grips with the instincts bubbling up in them. Satyrs, by default, have sexual urges that put rabbits to shame; we love sex, more than damn near anything or anyone. The fact that I love my daughter enough to abstain for almost eighteen years is the kind of stuff that other satyrs talk about with a lot of shocked gasping involved. To a race of sex-mad deviants, abstinence is tantamount to psychosis.

It occurred to me as I walked in my front door that my abstinence might also make the Talk a bit hypocritical; kind of a 'Do as I say, not as I do' situation. I was prepared, though...had my little gym bag full of visual aids, my speech ready, I'd made sure to schedule an open Friday afternoon...I turned the corner into the living room ready as ready could be, and then...

Have you ever had a moment where something you see or hear just completely blows your mind? Wipes the slate clean, fills your head with nothing but what's right in front of you, makes you just freeze and stare? Yeah.

I turned the corner and saw my daughter. Cassie was stretched out on the big leather couch in the living room, wearing a pair of cotton shorts, a t-shirt, and that's it. How do I know that's all she wore? Because my daughter's body is very difficult to clothe and leave details to the imagination. Cassie has curves her mother hadn't had when she was twenty eight; five feet tall, breeder's hips fully half as wide, a bust to match her hips, and a plush belly half as curvy as the swells above and below it. Thighs as round and thick as Grecian columns, a butt like two prize-winning bubbles of flesh, dainty little hands and glossy little hooves...and then there are the details I really should have worried about. An exceptionally pretty, pouty, faintly naive face, like she always has a favor that she wants to ask and will love you forever if you do it. Nipples that poked through her shirt like she was trying and failing to hide a pair of plums. A pussy that pushed out the fabric of her shorts in a soft, fat camel toe that she had definitely gotten from her mother. Her skin was as pale as the milk I used to drink practically on tap from her mother, save for her arms and legs, which each had the thinnest, softest coat of fur in a classic black and white holstein pattern; her mother had been fully furred, but Cassie had only gotten full-length gloves and stockings. Black hair long enough to brush the backs of her knees, currently tied in a braid around the small black horns curling from her head; turquoise eyes behind little silver glasses, plump bee-stung lips, and a voice as soft as the hearts she melts with it.

"Hello, Daddy!" She murmured, lighting up a beaming smile. Smiling at me like just seeing me was enough to make her happy all day.

"...Hi..." I managed to grunt back, half-dazed, blinking and staring in a way that would have gotten me slapped in a bar. Or maybe kissed; bitches be crazy.

If Cassie noticed how I was helplessly ogling her, she didn't show it. "What's up, Daddy? You going to work out?"

"Huh?" Oh, I was fresh today; couple more hours of being shell-shocked and I'd be able to use two whole syllables! What the hell was wrong with me?!?

"Your bag...are you going to work out?" She asked, pointing. I looked where her finger led and remembered that a gym bag full of anatomical diagrams and dildos was in my hand. Why was that?

Oh, right. The Talk. Talking with my daughter about her urges. HER urges. Never mind MY urges, which felt like they were fighting my self-imposed restraint like the sun trying to shine through clouds.

The Talk could wait; HAD to wait. Looking at my daughter, I knew that if I started getting into a discussion about sex and the like with her now, I'd wind up making myself look very, very foolish.

*ahem*..."Uh, no, sweetheart, I'm not going to the gym. Just, uh...clearing some stuff out of my room. Thinking of running a few things down to the thrift shop later."

Her eyes lit up, and she slid off the couch before skipping over, bouncing on her hooves in front of me, all eager smiles and jiggling, rippling flesh. "Can I come with, Daddy? Please, pretty please? I always find something cute to wear when I go!"

Years of practicing keeping my dick under control, more than a decade of learning and enforcing self-restraint, and I still felt sweat starting to bead on my brow from the effort of staying soft. Fuck me, what WAS this? Was this REALLY what I did now? What fucking switch had been flipped, and how the fuck could I flip it back where it was before? Why the hell was I getting so goddamn hot for my daughter?!?

"Sure," I said with a shaky smile. "Go throw on something that won't cause traffic accidents and we'll slide out."

She nodded and darted off to her room; my eyes watched her ass move as she ran, though believe me, I tried to make them look away. My right leg twitched and I had to reach down and punch myself in the thigh to stop from taking a step after her. "What the fuck are you doing?" I hissed to myself, hoping that my body would listen to words since it was clearly ignoring my thoughts. "You are not going to follow her, you jackass...remember your training, and for fuck's sake, remember that she's your daughter!"

Cassie came downstairs in a sundress that didn't cover much more than the shirt and shorts had, though mercifully it hid the shape of her snatch. If you're wondering why that should matter, let me explain something: I love a fat, juicy pussy on a woman. It's why I was working at the farm Cassie's mom was at, because I knew that all those barnyard girls wear 'em big and sloppy. Before Cassie's mom, I shacked up with a mare MILF who could take my arm to my goddamn shoulder; that's been a jacking-off memory ever since, and thinking about it in front of Cassie did not help my attempts to chastise my aching loins.

I got into the car, almost had a crisis when Cassie buckled up and the seatbelt practically traced and outlined her breasts, and dug into her pudgy tummy (gods, do I love a thick woman). Managed to control myself, though. I vaguely remember going down to the thrift shop, sent Cassie off with enough cash to get herself something, and quickly hid the gym bag in the trunk. I didn't pay Cassie much attention...had to duck into the shop's bathroom and rub one out so fast that I nearly gave myself a heart attack. Of course, that did leave me with the problem of a toilet clogged with my spunk...and a bathroom floor almost glazed in an inch of the stuff. Thank the gods for the mop in there or I'd have never been allowed back in the shop; caught a few odd looks for having to flush ten times to clean up, but no real damage done.

Cassie was ready to go after a while, time I spent doing my damnedest to keep my loins from regrouping and attacking again. I drove her back in a bit of a haze; I had enough presence of mind to realize that trying to cook would end in disaster, and made a pit stop for pizza. That also got me thinking about the Talk, and in a moment of panic, I decided that I needed something to distract me from it and anything else sexual. In the morning I'd take the time to meditate on the changes I was experiencing and pull myself together. Tonight, I just needed something casual.

"Sweetheart, what do you think about a night in? Find a movie, maybe hunt a game achievement or two...start the weekend off slow?"

"Sounds good, Daddy," Cassie murmured, smiling happily and toying with the handles of her bag. I couldn't help but smile with her and raise a curious eyebrow.

"Get something fun? Pop your tags?"

"Mmhmm!" She smiled brightly and wiggled in her seat; if I hadn't popped my cork in the shop, I swear I'd have gummed up the pedals and ruined my jeans; not the first pair of mine to get hosed to shreds. I concentrated on driving and wished that I could conjure ice cubes around my troublesome loins.

Home! At last! Cassie ran to her room to put away her latest acquisitions, and after once again having to watch her ass bounce up the stairs, I ran to the bathroom to once again relieve the pressure in my aching testicles. No such problem at home as I had at the thrift shop; I've acquired quite a few devices for self-pleasure over the years, and hidden them in a couple convenient places. A foot locker in the master bathroom off my bedroom contained a number of well-used fleshlights, and a false section of tiles in one wall covered a heavily reinforced wide-gauge drain. The locks on my equipment were all brute-force affairs that required a lot of strength to open; figured that Cassie wouldn't be able to pick them if they didn't need keys to begin with. I, sinewy colossus that I am, simply pried the lock open, grabbed a silicone favorite, plugged it into the drain and then let nature take its course. Two rapid orgasms later and an unwholesome amount of semen safely shot down the drain...and I still felt randy as a rabbit on speed.

I tried a cold shower; I mean ice cold. As in, my shower is set to run water through liquid nitrogen-cooled coils before spraying me, cold. Mercifully, the combination of orgasms and 10 degree water was enough to make shrivel a bit; much as I hated abusing my mighty manhood, this was trouble I did not need. I dried off and went to the living room to get ready...Cassie wasn't there, thankfully; after the incident earlier, I think that seeing her alone on the couch might have made me snap. I'll admit, I DID buy that couch based on how comfortable it would be to fuck on, but not like this!

I got comfy. Settled into a corner and started pulling up the movies on demand to see what there was to see...switched over to the movie history to see if an old favorite was still there to get called up...and just about swallowed my tongue when the most recently-viewed movie caught my eye.

Before I went to college, I had to make ends meet, and...well, to make a long story short, I was in a handful of pornos. None of them particularly good, but according to the crew I worked with, they turned out to be reasonably popular, thanks largely to my productivity. These really were shitty movies...no clever titles, shaky and occasionally splattered camera work, TRASHY women...but hey, it got me fed more than once, and at 20, I'd fuck anything with a mildly warm, wet hole in it. I'd figured that they were in my past, contributions to a bloated and shifting history of cheap, bad porn only available if you were willing to hunt through a discount skin-bin.

And yet...there it was, unmistakeable with its awful title. HORNY V: MEGA-LOAD; one of the shittiest pieces of jizz-soaked film I've ever fucked on, so named for my horns and my room-flooding cumshots. Relief washed over me as I remembered that I wore longer hair and a good mask in that one, and that I'd collected enough strategically placed tattoos and scars since then to achieve plausible deniability if confronted.

Of course, none of that told me why the movie had been watched in the first place. Had Cassie learned of my brief film career and sought out my work? Had she just been looking for porn featuring satyrs? Had a friend recommended it? Did she secretly think that I'm just another pervert? Could I somehow brainwash her to be completely asexual by Monday?

I'm not crazy. I'm just confused.

"Daddy, do you want popcorn?" Cassie called from the kitchen. Panic sirens roared in my head as I fumbled with the remote and my knotted tongue.

"Yeth! Uh, go ahead, sweetheart, but not too much. We've got pizza, remember?"

"Alright, Daddy! I just don't want to have to get up and down a lot! It's nice to have everything close and just snuggle in," she said as she came into the living room with drinks, microwave humming in the background. I managed to look calm and distracted when she came in, idly scrolling through movies; I watched her from the corner of an eye, though, to see if she seemed disturbed or guilty at all.

Not sure why I bothered. Cassie once hid two pet kittens in her room and I didn't discover them until they had kittens of their own at three in the morning, two years later. Keeping a good poker face as I skimmed within digital inches of her porn might have made her strain a smile muscle, but I'd never know about it. Somehow, despite the boyfriends and the smutty chatrooms and the porn (I assumed that she'd watched it, but I could have been wrong), Cassie still managed to have an air of innocence about her...naiveté, if you will. So sweet that if she shot you, you'd probably wonder if she was okay.

Sweet enough to convince me to let her keep the damn cats, that's for sure.

In minutes our coffee table was loaded with our casual dinner, and the tv was playing the opening credits of a movie I distinctly remembered for its lack of sexual content. Perfect conditions, I thought, to keep me and the feisty fuck-rod under my shorts calm.

Then, of course, Cassie pounced over the arm of the couch and jumped onto my lap, giggling, wiggling, squirming on top of me to get comfortable. I tried to get air back into my lungs after she knocked them empty and desperately tried to keep my dick on a short leash. Not an easy thing to do when it seemed like every move she made rubbed silk-soft fur or cream-smooth skin against me; she eventually settled her back against my chest, head resting back beneath my chin, snuggled up close to me. I couldn't breathe for nearly a minute, trying, fighting to keep my loins cool. The slightest movement now would be instantly noticeable, with that big bubble-butt squeezed up tight to my hips. I forced my eyes to stay on the movie, not wanting to see what she wore; I could feel much more of her legs than her sundress would have allowed for, and if she was back in those damn shorts, I knew my dick would go full flagpole.