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10 Days

By: StephenEMeyer



Danaher's was a safe sanctuary from the storm.

"What may I ask brings the O'Rourke out tonight?" asked Mahraid Danaher.

"It could be that I have no food in the house," Mary Brenna answered. She was smiling. The days when she would feel embarrassed about her cooking were gone. She kept a clean and tidy house but had never found the love of cooking that her mother had passed on to her five older sisters. Besides she could have breakfast, lunch and dinner at the Danaher's pub if she so wished. It was the law where Mary Brenna found her passion. 

"Then you'll also be wanting a pint whist you take a look at tonight's menu?" 

"Aye, that would be good." Mary Brenna smiled. 

The Danahers had owned the pub for four generations. It was now in the hands of Mahraid and Sean Danaher after their parents were killed in a car accident on the Dublin road. The entire village had attended the funeral service.

"How is Sean, I haven't seen him in a little while?" Mahraid shrugged her shoulders. 

"Sean is Sean." Mahraid fell silent as a thought occurred. "Though, I thought he'd be happier since he's been taking some time off recently."

Mary Brenna wore a frown. 

"But Sean doesn't go anywhere?"

"They were my same thoughts exactly," said Mahraid.

"So how's it going with your Michael then? David is telling me that he is taken with you." 

Mary Brenna suddenly looked up as Sean stepped through from the kitchen. She had always considered Sean to be handsome in a rugged way. He stood five-eleven and a bit. The way he made a point of mentioning the 'eleven and a bit' would always bring a smile to her face. To Mary Brenna there was some of Steve McQueen in his manner. It wasn't arrogance but untouchable confidence that he had. 

Normally she would find any reason to look into his crystal clear blue eyes but she didn't recognise the look in his eyes as he walked by. There was no mistake in her mind that he had heard Mahraid's question. 

"The orders are done so I'll be wanting to close the kitchen now, Mahraid," Sean announced as he walked behind the bar heading for the kitchen.

"You can't Sean, Mary Brenna is still choosing from the menu." Sean barely looked at her before he turned away and disappeared into the kitchen.

"Now what has the O'Rourke been doing to my brother, Mary Brenna?"Mahraid asked her friend.

"I haven't touched him."

"Are you sure?" Mahraid asked quizzically. "It doesn't matter the truth be told; I wouldn't want to be in your shoes by the look he just gave you."

Mary Brenna shook her head slowly. "I'm sure."

"Well, I was thinking of asking you to take your order through to Sean yourself so that I can get on serving my other customers but..."

Mary Brenna jumped down from the bar stool. "I'll tell Sean that I'm taking a liking to the fish and chips."

Sean Danaher felt his heart beat stutter and stumble as he stepped out of the pub kitchen. Seeing Mary Brenna sitting at the bar talking with Mahraid had come as something of a surprise. It was clear, that Mary Brenna was engaged in conversation with his sister as she served her with a glass of Harp. Though,if he was honest with himself, he wished he hadn't overheard their conversation. At least he knew the reason why he hadn't seen her in the pub recently.

He had known Mary Brenna for as long as he could remember. Even standing at five-two against his five-eleven and a bit, she was the only person on Clonmaine who could best him two out of three. He had also witness the fiery temper when she lost. The scar on his cheek was a testament of one of those tempers.

Lost in his memories he didn't hear Mary Brenna enter the kitchen or call out his name.

"Sean, I think I'll be having fish and chips?" said Mary Brenna. He jumped, startled at the sound of her voice.

"I'll be sorry if I startled you Sean," Mary Brenna couldn't keep the laughter from her voice. She wasn't surprised when she saw anger in his eyes. She always was able to press his button. 

"I was thinking is all," he answered sharply. He saw the first flush of embarrassment on the skin at her throat.

"There are some that find thinking a chore," Mary Brenna teased. Her heart fell when he was silent. The person standing at the stove was not the Sean Danaher that she knew.

"Sean, is everything OK?" Mary Brenna's voice sent his heart rate racing. Sean raised his head slowly. There was a sad, almost defeated look in his eyes.

"Sean, if you're in trouble I can help?"

"Can you find me a woman who is willing to have my child?" Sean's laugh sent a shiver running down her spine.

"There's only one catch. I have eight days to get her pregnant."

*

10 Days Ch. 01



The pub kitchen was silent.

"Would you stop what you are doing and look at me Sean!" 

Sean Danaher saw the tears welling in Mary Brenna's eyes. They were standing in the kitchen. A dozen yards away the bar was busy with regular customers out for dinner or for just a few beers. It was the village's social focal point; from the football and horse racing club committee meetings on the first and third Monday of every month to the live music evenings on the second and fourth Thursdays of the month through to the weekend events cumulating in the Beach Horse Racing Festival in early May and the annual Colerain Music Festival in late August.

"What happens in eight days?" asked Mary Brenna.

Sean had a catch in his voice.

"I start chemo." Sean fell silent. He couldn't bring himself to tell her that he had cancer. 

"Oh please God, tell me that it's not true," Mary Brenna cried. The idea of Sean taking a few days leave had troubled her. Now, she wished he had been taking a vacation.

"If you hear from him, tell him that I'm still waiting for an answer," Sean answered bitterly. Mary Brenna closed the distance between them in several strides. She started to reach out to him and then stopped, her hand hovering in mid-air. 

"Why didn't you tell me what was happening?" Mary Brenna asked angrily. Sean didn't answer. He couldn't answer for hurting her. Neither did he want to lie.

"Sean, are we no longer friends?"

"We are but you haven't been around lately," he answered finally.

"I've been busy and..."

"Your life has moved on Mary Brenna. You attend events in Dublin and London whilst there are some of us have stayed where they lay." 

Sean's words sliced through her soul. 

"That's not true."

"You can deny it with your last breath Mary Brenna but it's still the truth."

"You are wrong Sean. I'm still the girl that you grew up with."

Sean felt his skin burning as Mary Brenna pushed into his arms. Her hands slipped behind his back. Instinct brought his arm around his oldest friend. He buried his face in her long dark hair. She smelled of strawberry and citrus. This was not the same girl that he used to walk the beach with or play softball against.

"Were you serious about finding a woman to have your baby?" 

"Yes."

"I want to be her."

What, no..." He tried to push her away. Mary Brenna didn't let him go. 

"Sean, I know that you think that I have moved on without you but it's not true. I love you. I've been in love with you my whole life. I know that now and for the life of me I don't know why I never did anything about it."

Mary Brenna fell silent.

"Maybe it's because you are always here. I don't know but now I'm frightened that I've let my stupidity leave it so long that I might be too late."

"What about your boyfriend?" Sean hated the words as he spoke. He felt Mary Brenna stiffen against in his arms.

"Michael?" He heard the uncertainty in her voice. "I finished with him a couple of weeks ago."

"I didn't..."

"Yes you did," Mary Brenna answered sharply. "Michael is a good man only I realised that he wasn't the one."

Mary Brenna realised now that she had been a coward. Michael had been her shield against Sean Danaher. He had been one several boyfriends that she had used to defend her feelings from Sean.

"What if we..." He felt Mary Brenna's finger touch his lips to silence.

"We are; trust me." Mary Brenna tilted her head back. The kiss exploded in his mind. Sean stared into her eyes. He exhaled sharply, unaware that he had been holding his breath. Mary Brenna giggled.

"I think I need to make sure."

Tentatively he let their lips touch. It was a tease. Mary Brenna didn't play his game and hungrily returned his kiss. Mary Brenna broke the kiss. Sean could still feel the softness of her lips lingering on his.

"Now, don't be getting ideas that I'm just going to drop my knickers and touch my toes when you come calling, Sean Danaher. I'm not that easy."

He laughed. "You have never been easy Mary Brenna. I have the scars to remind me."

Mary Brenna relaxed in his embrace. The summer when they had been fifteen they and their friends had been playing baseball on the beach. Sean had pissed Mary Brenna by pointing down the beach to where he was going to hit her next pitch. Angry, Mary Brenna had pitched the ball as hard as she could. Her control was non-existent. It flew high and wild. When she finally looked at the plate Sean was on the ground, unconscious, his face was a mass of blood. Terrified Mary Brenna took off. 

All hell broke out that night in the O'Rourke house. Sean had been rushed to hospital in Cork where they were keeping him in overnight for observation. Mary Brenna was punished by having to cover Sean's paper round until he was well enough to take over again. Her father also forced her to hand over the wages to Sean. Unknown to her parents Sean gave his wages back to Mary Brenna. 

"Now, there are a few things that you are going to have to do. You, Sean Danaher, must ask me out on a date, in public, so that everyone knows that we are a courting." Sean looked into her jade green eyes. She didn't want rumour to follow them around the village.

"If Dada was here I'd be asking you to seek his blessing. Since he isn't, you'll just have to ask Ma for her blessing. You can do that tomorrow, early mind as you'll have lunch to prepare."

Mary Brenna was beginning to enjoy herself.

"I still want romancing and dancing. Public displays of affection will be allowed too."

He knew that this was moving beyond his control. He felt Mary Brenna hand caress his cheek.

"You already know that you are going to get lucky, Sean Danaher; but can I at least have a first date?"

Mary Brenna was sitting at the bar when Sean pushed against the door from the kitchen. Mahraid, by chance, was at the far end of the bar chatting with Mary Murphy. Stepping out of the kitchen he was conscious of Mary Brenna's eyes following his every move. Walking around to the front of the bar he moved to her side and placed her order in front of her.

"Thank you Sean. It looks good enough to eat," said Mary Brenna, giving him a warm smile. Sean's heart beat pounded in his ears.

"Enjoy," he replied. Turning he headed across the room. Mary Brenna's sigh ripped a chasm through his mind. 

He knew everyone in the bar. He had grown up with them or their children and grandchildren. Mrs Murphy had taught him at school. Ged Sheen had sold him his first car. Claire, Ged Sheen's first born, had been his first girlfriend; they had both been nine years old. They had been players in life's performance. Now, that night, they would be the audience to his and Mary Brenna's courting.

Standing in the middle of the bar he turned to face Mary Brenna.

"Mary Brenna O'Rourke," he said in a voice that carried across the room. Mary Brenna turned to face him. 

"I'll be wanting to know if you would like to go out to dinner with me tomorrow evening." He hesitated when he saw Mahraid looking directly at him. "And maybe, if you have a liking, we could go dancing."

Mary Brenna had a serious look on her face. She wasn't making it easy for him.

"Are you asking me on a date Sean Danaher?" There was a small ripple of laughter in the bar. Sean's face started to cloud over and Mary Brenna realised that he had gone beyond his comfort zone.

"Yes Sean, I would love to be your date tomorrow evening and dancing appeals to me too."

"That's fine then," he replied. There was still fear in the blue but Mary Brenna saw the smile return to his eyes.

"What time shall you be calling on me?"

"I know you well enough to say six and to arrive at seven." Mary Brenna gave him a warning glance.

"Now, now, Sean Danaher, I can just as easily change my mind," she replied. There was no such thought.

"Aye, women have a tendency to be doing that in my experience," he answered. Mary Brenna saw something more than just a throw away comment in his words.

"I haven't the mind to change yet Sean."

"I'll call on you at seven." Mary Brenna was smiling to herself as she looked up and saw the look on Mahraid's face.

A tail of smoke escaped the chimneys of the O'Rourke house as Sean opened the gate to the garden. Looking up he caught sight of Mary O'Rourke at the kitchen window. There was an amused expression on her face.

"I've been expecting you Young Sean," said Mary. Mary had called him Young Sean all his life; Old Sean being her husband and Mary Brenna's father.

Sean entered the warm kitchen. It smelled of fried bacon and hot soapy water.

"Would they be fresh apple scones Young Sean?"

"That they would," he answered placing the cloth cover plate of scones on the kitchen table.

"Are you thinking bribery Young Sean?"

"I was thinking that you would have them with your tea later. I can take them away with me if you want me to."

"You'll be doing no such thing." Sean laughed. 

Mary saw the look in his eyes.

"Sean, Mary Brenna came here after the pub last night." He suddenly looked frightened. 

"Mary Brenna told me that she would only court me if I asked for your blessing."

"You have my blessing."

"Now, if you're not in a hurry I will make coffee and I can try one of your scones." Sean knew enough to accept the invitation. Mary had something on her mind.

They were sitting at the kitchen table. Mary savoured the taste of Sean's baking. She was herself a fine cook but Sean had been touched.

"Mary Brenna told me that you have cancer and that you are to start your treatment."

It was to be expected.

"You both have your reasons as to why you are starting courting but I cannot find it in me to understand."

"I'm still getting my head around it now," confessed Sean.

"So, you and Mary Brenna are intending having a child? Have you talked about marriage?"

"Miss Mary I..."

Mary put her hand on his arm. "Wait there a minute."

Sean could hear her footsteps through the ceiling overhead. Mary reappeared in the kitchen a few minutes later.

"I am not going to try to talk either one of you out of this foolishness. Yes, Young Sean, foolishness. If you are going to go through with this then I want Mary Brenna to be engaged." Mary opened her left hand. She held in her hand two identical gold bands and a diamond engagement ring.

"Mary Brenna is still my daughter and I don't want her shamed by being an unwed mother."

Sean nodded.

"You can tell everyone that you plan to wed once you are well. Until then you will be engaged."

Sean smiled.

"Miss Mary, I'll like to ask your blessing to marry Mary Brenna."

"You have our blessing Young Sean; mine and her father's. He thought of you as his very own when you were growing up. I know he would be proud to know that you and Mary Brenna have chosen to be married."

Sean was wearing his one and only suit; a dark grey, almost black, Italian cut suit that he had bought in Dublin for a cousin's wedding a year the past summer. The storm had not abated in the past twenty four hours so he slipped on a warm woollen overcoat. Taking one last look in the mirror he grabbed his wallet and car keys. He was already late. Mary Brenna would tease him mercilessly.

The stone cottage where Mary Brenna lived was in full illumination. As he drew up in the street outside he saw her momentarily appear at the bedroom window before the light was extinguished. It was only a short walk from the car to the cottage front door and he could see Mary Brenna's silhouette as she appeared as she descended the stairs. When the door opened he was stunned into silence.

"Well are you coming in or are you just going to stand on my front door step with your mouth open like a basking shark."

"You are beautiful," Sean finally managed to say. Mary Brenna felt the flush of embarrassment at her throat. 

"Thank you Sean," she answered.

"Step into the parlour whilst I get my coat and purse." Mary Brenna didn't wait for an answer. She turned and started back up the stairs. She was wearing a little black dress that he had never seen her in before. It was the moment when he realised that Mary Brenna was a stunningly beautiful woman. When she started to descend the stairs she found him still standing at the foot of the stairs. Mary Brenna walked directly up to him. Sean took her coat and held it whilst she slipped her arms through the sleeves. A smile lit up her face when she noticed the tie he had chosen for their evening. It was the one that she had given to him last Christmas.

"So, are you going to tell me where we are going or is it a surprise?"

"It's a surprise." Mary Brenna smiled. Sean had made a reservation at The Colleen Hotel in Cork. The hotel's restaurant had a reputation for its modern take on classic faire. 

"I'm glad you decided not to use the van," observed Mary Brenna as she stepped out through the front door of the cottage. Sean had arrived in his low mileage, five year old Mercedes. 

"I thought I'd better not, it smelled of fish," he replied, opening the passenger door. Mary Brenna gave him a warning look. She thanked him as he closed the car door.

Mary Brenna waited until Sean had turned on to the Cork road. "I was wondering if you were taking me to Cork or Dublin."

"If you want to know where we are having dinner then all you need to do is ask," Sean said.

"Now where's the fun in that Sean Danaher." Her laughter was light and filled with nervous excitement. Mary Brenna had two restaurants in mind; Shalleens, a new Indian eatery and DiMarco's an Italian with an impeccable reputation that she would readily admit was her favourite restaurant.

Mary Brenna twisted slightly in her seat so that she could look at him. She noticed in the flashes of light from the streetlights that he was clean shaven.

Suddenly the car slowed and Sean pulled to the side of the road. He turned off the engine. The silence was deafening.

"This is a mistake. I'll take you home."

"Sean, we are just going on a date."

"That's where you are wrong; it's not just a date." Mary Brenna wanted to touch him. He hand went to the seatbelt but stopped. "Who was I kidding about having kids and..."

"No Sean; that's where you are wrong." His head turned instantly. "This is just your regular first date. Yes, we have eight days but this is a normal first date. Then tomorrow will be a regular second date and so on."

"If we are lucky then we'll have children. I think, a girl first."

Sean's head jerked up.

"You've thought about this?"

"Mahraid and I talk about such things."

"What else have you talked about?"

"You."

"Me?"

"You have come up in conversation. Don't ask me when and what about because I'm not telling. So, stop asking."

Mary Brenna waited. 

"We don't want to be late," Sean said, starting the engine.

Sean deliberately drove passed DiMarcos and then passed Shalleen before pulling into the car park of the Colleen. The look on Mary Brenna's face was reward enough. He hurried around the car to open Mary Brenna's door.

"Sean, I'm a big girl now; I can open a car on my own."

"You wanted romancing and Ma always told me it's a way a gentleman expresses his respect to a lady when he opens a door for her. But if you're not a lady..."

"Sean, now would be a good time to stop talking." He held her eyes just until she smiled. Mary Brenna slipped her hand through his arm.

"You'll be needing to look out for puddles Sean as you'll have to put your coat down for me to walk on."

Sean laughed, "You've been watching those Errol Flynn films on Saturday afternoons again, haven't you. If you want to walk in puddles you should have brought your Wellies."

Mary Brenna punched him lightly on the arm. "Sean, I don't think Wellington boots would go with my outfit somehow."

"There's something rather erotic seeing a woman in Wellies don't you think."

They entered the Colleen laughing happily.

"It's good to see you again Sean," welcomed the Maitre d.

"Thank you, Max. May I introduce my companion for the evening Ms Mary Brenna O'Rourke."

"Welcome to the Colleen Ms O'Rourke. If you would like to go through to the bar, your table will be ready in fifteen minutes."

Sean took Mary Brenna's hand as they walked through to the bar. 

"You are full of surprises."

"I aim to please."

"You have your moments Sean Danaher. You have your moments." Mary Brenna glanced over her shoulder. "Now, if you'll excuse me I need to make myself presentable."



10 Days Ch. 02



Sunday was an early start for Sean. Lunchtime was the busiest time for the restaurant at the pub. It was also the reason why they hadn't gone dancing. 

Rising with the dawn he walked the mile and a half into the village as the locals were heading for morning service. He ignored the curious glances that came his way as he walked in the opposite direction from the church. The memories of the previous evening played over in his mind, bringing with it a smile to his face.

They had both been nervous but had quickly fallen into the easy way that they had been with each other all their lives. They had talked about everything and yet nothing of earth shattering consequence. It was unlike any first date interview. They knew most things about each other. As dinner was ending Mary Brenna had yawned and they had decided to forego the dancing and head home. Outside Mary Brenna's cottage they had sat in the car making out. It was turned two when a reluctant Mary Brenna went into the cottage.

The pub was silent as he entered the kitchen door through the beer garden. Time passed easily as he set the roast joints in the ovens and a large corned beef on the stove. The winter vegetables were prepared in readiness to be cooked closer to lunch time. Finally he started the pastry for the apple pies. The apples were local and had been pre cooked and frozen during harvest.

It was just after eleven when Mahraid made her entrance. She growled at her brother as she helped herself to the pot of coffee that was always on the go. 

"So how did the date go?" Sean bristled at hearing his sister refer to last night as the date.

"That good was it?" Mahraid laughed. "Mary Brenna was hurling her stomach for all it was worth when I called around to her cottage after service."

Sean wore a look of concern.

"Don't worry yourself now, she says that she must have caught chill or it could have been the seafood cocktail that she had for dinner last night. For sure, she'll be a right as the rain tonight, you'll see. So was the food at the Colleen good on the date."

"Would you stop calling it that!" yelled Sean.

Mahraid jumped at the shout. "Stop calling it what, the date?"

Mahraid was smiling brightly. She was funning him and Sean was becoming angrier by the second.

Suddenly she was serious. "Sean, does Mary Brenna know about your cancer?"

Sean closed his eyes and then nodded. "That she does."

Mahraid hadn't braved bringing up Sean's illness

"Then why by everything that is holy did you ask her out?"

"I didn't." 

Mahraid quickly recovered. Mary Brenna had asked her brother on the date. Mahraid was now looking at this from a new light. She needed to talk to her friend and find out why she was playing her brother. More seriously, why she was two timing her sick brother with a Dubliner.

"Do you need a hand in here?"

Sean shook his head. He was in control. Siobhan and Marie Heggarty would be waiting tables as they did every Sunday.

She turned and headed for the door through to the bar. She stopped.

"Are we having dinner together after closing?"

"Of course." Sean's tone indicated that he had no other intention.

Mahraid was smiling as she entered the bar. Out of sight she hurried through to the small office behind the bar. She dialled Mary Brenna's number from memory. There was no answer. There wasn't enough time to go over to Mary Brenna's cottage. She would visit her friend after lunch with Sean. If Mary Brenna didn't confess to her brother then she was of the mind to set him straight. 

Mahraid was scared for her brother. They had looked out for each other and he would need her now more than he ever had. It had always been Sean taking care of her.

Mary O'Rourke put her arm around her youngest daughter. Mary Brenna had been waiting on the door step for her to return from service. That in itself had sent a chill down her spine but there were also tears in her youngest daughter's eyes as she waited for her mother to unlock the cottage.

"Child, the world is not ending, that I know, so whatever it is it can't be as bad as all that?" 

"You'll hate me!"

"That will never happen." Mary shelved her worries.

"I think I'm pregnant." 

Mary Brenna explained how she had been sick the past four mornings. 

"Have you taken a pregnancy test?" Mary ignored the emotional turmoil going on inside. Her daughter needed her common sense.

Mary Brenna shook her head. "I'm too scared."

"My God child, it's too late to be scared. You either are pregnant or you aren't. There's no middle ground. Go up to the bathroom."

Mary Brenna reappeared ten minutes later. Mary could see by her blood shot eyes that the test was positive. Mary Brenna collapsed when she felt her mother's arms around her.

"Sean will need to be told." 

"I can't, I just can't. Not now." 

Mary pulled her daughter closer. "Sean is a very understanding man. I'm sure that he..."

"This was Sean's last chance Ma. You know how he is with the kids and that he has always wanted children of his own. The treatment could make him infertile."

"Oh Lord, have mercy on the poor boy."

"What do I do?"

"Sickness or no sickness you have to tell him."

"I can't. I just can't."

Sean peered through the kitchen window when Mary Brenna didn't answer the door. The kitchen door was locked and there was no sign of her. He had called the cottage several times but the telephone had gone unanswered. Turning away from the cottage he started walking to the beach. Mary Brenna waited until he was out of site before she stepped from her hiding place.

Starting to cross the road Mary Brenna saw Mahraid's Mini approaching at speed. She didn't want to talk to Sean's sister but knew that Mahraid had spotted her and that she could runaway and hide.

"Get in!"

Mary Brenna climbed into the passenger seat. Mahraid's car was small and they were close together.

"Why did you lie to Sean about the Dubliner?" Sean had mentioned that Mary Brenna had been courting a solicitor in Dublin but had ended it a couple of weeks earlier.

"I have to finish with Sean so it doesn't matter anymore." Mahraid felt her fury rush through her veins.

"I warned you. I told you that I would hunt you down if you hurt him."

"I'm pregnant."

The words sliced through the atmosphere in the car. Mahraid was struck silent. The two had talked enough for Mahraid to know that Mary Brenna had slept with several guys.

"Get out. Get out before I tear you apart." Mahraid was livid.

"I didn't know. You have to believe me."

"I don't. Now get out of my car and stay the hell away from my brother. He doesn't need the likes of you around. Not now."

"Mahraid, please, don't tell him about this."

"I have no intention of telling him." Mahraid saw faint hope in Mary Brenna's eye. "Don't even think about thanking me because I'm not doing it for you; I'm doing it for Sean."

Mary Brenna opened the door. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry doesn't cut it," Mahraid answered bitterly. "Stay away from him, you hear?"

Although Monday was a day off for Sean he was putting together the recipes for the soup for the committee meeting that evening. The horse racing committee had a liking for broth and thick slices of baked ham or corned beef on soda bread. The tiny kitchen of the ex-fisherman's cottage was filled with the aroma of the soup and baking ham when he heard a knock on the door. Opening the door he was faced with Mary O'Rourke and Katie, Mary Brenna's sister.

"May we come in?" asked Mary O'Rourke. Sean moved to one side to let them inside.

As she walked through to the kitchen Mary glanced through into the parlour. A bottle of poitin stood on the table. There was some comfort knowing that it was untouched. The conversation ahead would be hard. 

"Would you be making tea?" asked Mary.

"It was my thinking to do so," Sean answered. He lit the stove and placed the kettle on the burner.

"So what bring you around here this afternoon?" Nervous glances were exchanged.

"Mary Brenna has gone away."

"Gone? What do you mean she's gone? Gone where?" Sean finally saw the letter in Mary's grasp.

Mary O'Rourke had been a second mother to him. He had talked to her about things he could raise with his own mother. When they talked it was with the understanding that Mary had no secrets from his mother. It was also with the understanding that her own family came first.

Mary placed the letter on the table. 

"You can take that with you. I'll not be reading it."

Mary looked at Sean. "If you don't want to read it then that's your choice but I'll not be taking it with me."

Sean tended the bar during the early part on the evening. The soup was on a low light in the kitchen and he had made three trays filled with sandwiches. The first of the committee members started to arrive just after six-thirty. Sean kept himself busy so he didn't have to think too much.

Mahraid appeared just before seven and informed Sean that there was a phone call for him in the office. It was the hospital. There was a look of worry on his face when he returned.

"That was the hospital administrator. They brought my appointment forward to tomorrow."

"That's a good thing, right?" She saw the look of uncertainty in her brother's eyes.

"I don't think so."

Sean could make out a figure in the darkness. It was vague. He could make out the silhouette against the glow from the streetlights.

"I thought that was you." He recognised Katie's voice before he saw her clearly. She was dressed warmly in her heavy wool uniform winter coat.

"Who else would be out on a stinking night like this?"

"Well, I can think of two people," laughed Katie.

"I take it that you were looking for me?"

Katie nodded. "I was just heading to the hospital and wanted to know how you were."

Sean wondered is Mahraid had called Katie.

"I'm good, but you know that that is a lie." Katie stopped walking. 

"I spoke with one of the nurse administrators at the hospital. She told me that your treatment had been brought forward."

Sean was looking out across the bay.

"You are in good hands Sean. I know the nursing staff in the department. They are the best in the hospital." Katie made a mental note to visit him at the end of her shift.

"Where have you parked?" Katie nodded back where she had come. 

"I'll walk you to your car."

"That's gentlemanly of you Sean and not out of your way either." Katie nudged him with her shoulder. She felt the weight of his form through the heavy coat. 

Sean was tired of after the number of tests that he had endured through the afternoon. The evening meal consisting of thin slices of roast beef with mashed potatoes and cabbage and a dish of pink blancmange did little to make him more comfortable.

"Knock...Knock." Katie entered the small private room. The ward consisted of ten private rooms, with one patient in each room. A sister and three nurses were on duty at all times.

Sean smiled at hearing the familiar voice.

"How are you doing?" Katie didn't need to hear his answer. Sean was like the hundred other patients in the hospital, only, Katie knew him personally.

"You don't need to answer that."

Katie moved to stand next to the bed. Sean moved across to let her sit down.

"Members of staff are not allowed to sit on the bed."

Sean gave her a sad smile. Katie touched his hand as it lay immobile on the bed. There was a strange look in her eyes as she turned away and walked back to the door.

"I'll be back in two minutes."

Alone Sean wondered what was happening. When the door reopened Katie stepped into the room. Closing the door she pulled the small curtain across the door. She turned and looked at him. She walked to the side of the bed. Katie dropped her hands to her waist and started to pull up her uniform skirt. 

"What are you doing?"

"We have ten minutes in which to fuck each other's brains out Sean Danaher."

Katie hooked her thumbs through the waist of her knickers and pulled then down her legs. She kicked them away. Grabbing the bed covers she pulled them off the bed. She shoved her hands through the open fly of his pyjamas. She grasped his cock in her right hand.

"Katie, we shouldn't be doing this." Her hands went to his cock.

"There's nothing else that we should be doing right now." Her fingers would reach around his hardening cock. She felt the soft skin in her hand and the heat as she pumped his cock.

"I'd love to give you a blowjob but there no time." Katie knew that it would be a waste. She was at her most fertile. If this was to happen she had only a few days.

Katie climbed up onto the bed and straddled him. Sean saw her pussy for the first time. It was neatly trimmed revealing her slick, moist and puffy slit.

"Next time we will make love but right now I need this." Katie grasped his hard cock. She held it firmly and moved her hips until she felt the cockhead part her outer lips. She had slept with one of the junior doctors at the hospital. She didn't repeat the mistake as she didn't want a reputation.

"Have mercy on my soul for what I'm about to receive." Katie impaled herself on his cock. She held herself as the pain wracked her body.

Sean put his hands on her hips and held her steady. Katie's eyes were closed as she slammed down upon him. The expression on her face told its own story. He waited until her face relaxed. As she pushed herself up he pushed his hips down into the bed. When just the head of his cock was between her lips he slammed upwards. Katie met his thrust. The air exploded from her lungs. They were into a rhythm as Sean pounded her cunt with his cock with Katie meeting each thrust.

"I'm cumming...."

"Don't you dare, pull out."

Sean felt his balls tighten. He slammed into Katie and then held her down as he shot his cum deep inside her pussy. Katie collapsed across the bed.

"Sean, in the name of Kathleen Bridie O'Rourke I lay claim to your cock."

Sean let out a breathless laugh.

"What, just like that?"

"Yes, just like that."

"OK."

Katie pushed herself up as she felt his cock soften and fall out. She climbed off the bed and started to straighten the bed covers. 

"Shit, where are my knickers?" Sean started to laugh.

"I should let you explain to the cleaners in the morning when they find a pair of knickers in your room."

Katie found her cotton knickers under the bed. She quickly pulled them on and straightened her uniform. Leaning over the bed they kissed.

"Usually I get kissed before I get my brain scrambled."

Katie kissed him again.

"That's for next time."



10 Days Ch. 03



Sean dosed fitfully. A steady stream of nurses and doctors had come and gone through the day as he started his first course of treatment, leaving him nauseous. Katie had visited him at the end of her shift. There was little time to say anything when they were disturbed by one of the duty nurses. Katie had promised to visit before her shift started.

Katie was suddenly and uncharacteristically nervous. She had moved one of the two chairs in the room to the side of the bed.

"So, are we going to talk about what happened last night?"

"I think that last night spoke for itself."

Sean wheezed a laugh. Katie watched him carefully. It was the nurse in her and she was with her lover. That thought sent a shiver running down her spine. Sean Danaher was her lover. That she was sure of.

"We had sex. I got that. What I don't get is why."

"I know that I'm not Mary Brenna." Sean stared at her for several seconds.

"You didn't want me, remember," Sean said softly. He was fighting for breath. 

"I was a fool." The truth was Mary Brenna had asked her not to date him. It had caused fractures between the O'Rourke sisters. Never the less Katie had ignored the turmoil of her own feelings and stepped back for her sister's happiness.

"That you were."

"We are both different now," said Katie.

"Are we that different?"

Katie nodded. 

"Last night would never have happened if I was still the girl you took to graduation." Sean suddenly went pale. Instinct took over as Katie reached for the sick pan lying under the bed. She held her hand gently on his back as he retched.

"I'm sorry." 

Katie wanted to weep. She couldn't lie to him and by telling him that it was ok. He was just a patient.

"It's the after effects on the treatment."

Sean fell back on the bed. Katie took a cloth and dried his forehead. He was running a slight temperature.

"I keep asking why me?"

"It's simple. When I'm with you, I'm hating the time when I have to leave and when you're gone I'm wanting you to walk into the room." Katie could see that he was thinking about each word. "I don't know if I can call it love but I want to be with you all the time. I think of you when I wake and you're the last thing in my mind at day's end."

"If it is love then I like this feeling. I like it very much."

Sean appeared exhausted by still reached out for her hand.

"That's OK then." His eyes closed slowly.

Only when she knew that he was comfortable did Katie finally step out of his room.

Katie continued to visit Sean. Her shift pattern changed letting her visit through the afternoon. Several times she had sat in silence at his bedside. During the second week of his treatment Sean developed a chest infection. It quickly progressed into pneumonia. 

It was whilst Sean was being treated for pneumonia that Katie finally visited her doctor. A week later Katie sat in the doctor's office. She was a bag of nerves as she waited for the results. She had missed her period and hope rather than fear had brought her to seek advice.

"The test came back positive. You are with child." Catching her friend's reserved reaction Dr Theresa Carlen started to wonder. "Does the father know?"

Katie shook her head.

"Oh?"

Katie looked up suddenly. "Sean's on Joseph Ward."

Carlen's eyes opened in shock. 

"Oh Merciful Heaven; I'd heard that you had a friend here, I didn't think to ask how good a friend." The hospital was a breeding ground for rumour. The unspoken words fell into the chasm between them.

"You're a healthy woman so I see no problems. Still, you should see out the first three months of pregnancy before you tell anyone. Sean being the one exception, I suppose."

"Damn you, you are going to be a mother. Bill and I are so envious."

Katie smiled. "How is it going between you two?"

"The sex is phenomenal but..." Theresa let the unfinished sentence hang in the air.

"Sean and I have only been together the one time."

Theresa looked at her friend.

"So the baby wasn't planned?"

"She was planned."

"So, it's a girl?"

"O'Rourke's only have girls."

"If I remember the O'Rourke also have a history of twins."

Sean heard voices in the fog of his mind. He stirred slowly after a sudden flash of light shocked his mind when he first opened his eyes.

"Ma, Sean's awake." Siobhan, Katie's older sister slowly came into his focus. She was sat by the side of his bed. He couldn't see Mary O'Rourke. Sean tried to speak. His throat burned fiercely.

"Go and tell Katie," said Mary. Siobhan appeared reluctant. "Sean will still be here when you get back."

Siobhan leaned closer. He felt her lips as they touched his cheek. He wasn't surprised when her kiss felt so unlike Katie's.

"Sean?"

He opened his eyes to see a smile on Katie's face.

"Hi."

"Hello," Katie laughed as relief poured through her. "You gave us a little bit of a worry back there."

"I gave myself one too," he answered.

"I'll leave the two of you alone," announced Mary O'Rourke.

"No Ma, stay. You may as well hear what I have to tell Sean."

Worry filled Sean's head.

"No," Katie suddenly reeled back as she saw the worry in his eyes. "It's not bad news; well, at least I don't think it is."

"You're going to be a Da."

He saw the pleading look in her eyes. 

"Ma, do we have you blessing?" asked Sean. Katie's face exploded with a wide smile. Tears welled in her eyes.

"I will be the best mother."

"You already are," said Mary. "You just never had children."

"Your grandmother's engagement ring..." Katie lifted up her hand. 

"I couldn't shame Ma or Dada."

Katie saw a cloud fall over his eyes.

"I'll take it off if..."

"I'll not be asking you to do that. But..." He inhaled. Katie suddenly grew worried. "You had better learn to talk to me before you do things."

Katie shook her head. "No chance. If the mood takes me then I'll be making no promises."

"Mauvreen is what you are," cried Mary O'Rourke.

Sean looked at Katie when she didn't slow as they neared his cottage. He had been released from the hospital less than an hour earlier.

"I live here."

"You are not staying there," Katie announced.

"Stop the car." Katie pressed the accelerator. 

"I said STOP THE CAR." Katie let the Ford Escort to the side of the road.

"Sean, I..."

"What did I tell you about making decisions that involve me?"

"Sean, the decision is made and for very good reason."

"That's as maybe but you are missing the point." Sean realised that they were having their first lover's fight. "I'm not saying its wrong but talk to me about it."

"You're being a stubborn arse."

"Pot... Kettle... Black... Calling...The..."

"The hell with you, Sean Danaher."

"The hell with you too!" He climbed out of the passenger seat and slammed the door closed.

"Where do you think that you are going?"

"Home!"

"Well you'll be sleeping on the floor as you bed is over at the pub."

He turned and looked back. Katie was now out of the car.

"Mairaid will be able to look in on you when I'm working."

"So what was so hard about telling me that you could do it at the hospital?"

Katie shriek. "You are so infuriating Sean Danaher."

"But you still love me."

"That may be changing soon." He heard the doubt in her voice.

Katie slowly opened the door and entered the bedroom. Sean had been standing by the window. He was dressed in a pair of blue pyjama. He was still pale but he was now gaining weight and there were signs that his hair was growing back.

"Wow," Sean said breathlessly, bringing her mind back to the now. "You are even more beautiful than I remember."

"I feel pregnant and fat."

"You're bloody lovely, Mrs Danaher."

The wedding had been a simple affair at the registry office in Cork. Mary and Mahraid were they only one's present. 

A single tear fell down her cheek as her fingers went to the row of button at the front of her nightdress. 

"Let me." He took the first button in his finger. As the cloth at her neck parted, revealing the soft freckled skin at her throat, he learned forward and kissed the nape of her neck. A soft purr rumbled deep inside her.

"Don't..."

"No," he answered before tenderly kissing her throat.

He popped the next button to reveal the delicate slope of her breasts. Katie put her hand on his shoulder to steady herself.

"They ran out of breasts when it was my turn." She was conscious that she was not as well endowed as her mother or her sisters. 

"Shush now, whilst I admire the view." A little girlish giggles escaped.

Sean cupped her left breast and ran his thumb across the sheer cotton until he felt the tiny bud of her nipple. Dipping his head he ran his tongue over her erect nipple. Katie let out a cry as he nipped it between his teeth.

Sean felt her hand moved down from his shoulder. It traced the contours of his chest before sliding down across his stomach.

"You don't play fair." Katie plunged her hand into the waistband of his pyjamas. He took hold of his hardening cock. His cock was burning from her touch as she wrapped her fingers around him as she held him.

"I'm not playing," growled Sean. He reached up and slipped the nightdress off her shoulder. 

"Then fuck me now Sean Danaher, make me yours forever."

"You are Mrs Danaher forever."

Sean kissed Katie and then watched her climbed out of the passenger seat. She turned and leaned back inside the car.

"I'll be waiting for you."

Katie's mother had visited the cottage the previous morning to tell them both that Mary Brenna was staying with her and was asking to meet with Sean and Katie. 

"How's are my grand babies?" sang Mary.

"They're sleeping Ma," Katie answered. "I fed them before we came over."

Mary understood her daughter all too well. Colleen and Niahm would sleep for a couple of hours whilst they talked.

"Oh my gosh, they're beautiful." Katie looked up at hearing Mary Brenna's voice.

"They are definite O'Rourkes." 

"They have Danaher eyes," Katie said in a whisper. 

"I'll put them down in the parlour. We can go into the kitchen." Katie had only brought the babies because her mother had pressured her to.

Mary Brenna was sitting at the kitchen table whilst Mary busied herself making a fresh pot of tea. Katie took her usual place at the table and they were soon joined by their mother.

"How's Sean?"

Katie glanced at her mother. Mary's eyes were held steady on her. Her mother and Mary Brenna had made their peace. This was between Katie and her sister. It would have included Sean if Mary had had her way. Sean had chosen a time when he would be working. 

"He's a good man," Katie answered finally.

"Ma tells me that the cancer is clear."

Katie looked up. Mary gave her daughter a simple shrug of the shoulder.

"The doctors are pleased with his recovery." Katie knew from her training and experience that medicine was never a clear cut as black and white. Sean would always be at risk.

"Do you think that he will ever forgive me?"

A single tear rolled down Mary Brenna's cheek as she made her way through the village grave yard. Coming upon a bench she turned to walk along the cleared path. A light flurry of snow over night had blanketed the ground white. The wheels of the pram cut dark lines into the snow.

The grave she sought out was marked by a small weeping willow.

"Merry Christmas, Dada," said Mary Brenna. "Colleen Mary's here to see you. She's a real beauty, Dada. She is going to be a heart breaker when she's all grown. I'll bring Brendan when I next visit."

Mary Brenna cradled Colleen in her arms as she wept silently. She had left Brendan with her father whilst visiting.

"I made a right mess of things, Dada." The tears rolled down her face.

"I'm sorry but I have to go and make things right with Sean now. I won't leave it so long before I come back. I promise." Mary Brenna turned and walked along the row of headstones to where her mother and Katie were waiting.

"I'll talk with Sean but I'm not making any promises."

Mary Brenna nodded.

Katie looked at Sean's sleeping form. She was unaware how long she had been standing there, just watching him. He was comfortable in the armchair in the parlour, the soft glow from the wood fire in the grate filling the cottage with warmth. 

"I'm just resting my eyes." Katie jumped at the sound of his voice.

"Sean Danaher, what have I told you about making me jump like that?" Sean reached forward and took her hand. Katie slid on to his lap.

"How did it go?" He felt Katie stiffen. Katie had looked into his eyes before answering. 

"We all went to see Dada." Sean remained silent. Katie took it to mean continue.

"Mary Brenna has a son, Brendan Patrick Mahoney. She is going to bring him next time she visits." Katie saw the fire reflected in his eyes. She suspected that her Ma already knew the truth but wasn't intending to tell Sean. She would confront her Ma sometime in the near future.

"She was pregnant when she ran away."

"She didn't need to run away," he said bitterly.

"Sometimes it's easier not having to face the harsh truth," admitted Katie.

"She still has to face the truth. It doesn't just vanish." Katie heard the hardness in his voice.

"She asked if she could see you, to make thing right with you; right with us."

"Has she made things right with you?"

"Things will never be the same between us but she is still my sister." Katie knew that her relationship with Sean and Colleen had made it impossible to return to how things were.

Sean was quiet.

"Bring her here when she next visits."

Katie leaned into his arms and laid her head on his chest. There were times when Sean just knew when she needed to be held and when she needed to be left alone. Then there were times that she would just look at him with lust filled eyes. Katie started to free his cock. Sean felt the softness of her thighs above her stockings as he pushed his hand beneath the hem of her skirt. His fingers hooked the elastic in her knickers.

"Your two girls asked me for a baby brother for Christmas."

"Do I have to remind you about making decisions without talking it over first?"

"Shut up and give me our son."

"Mauvreen."

"That I am; but only with you my husband, my lover, my best friend and my soul mate."



10 Days: Pixie Sticks



I'm not going to pretend that I just turned an innocent eighteen years old when these events occurred. I was eighteen and a half when I entered college, with all the experience that eighteen years of living provides a girl, and much closer to nineteen than the big one eight when most of this story takes place.

It was my good fortune to meet two people who will feature heavily in my stories, due to their involvement in my sexual experiences at this stage in my life, one guy and one girl, both older than I, one by about seven months, the other by a couple and half months more than two years. There were, obviously, some differences in the way I interacted with each of them and this is the chronicle of one night's happenings.

It was a Friday night of a three-day weekend when I decided that I needed to get away from the school, away from the food served at the closest cafeteria to my dorm. Something good. What's good within bussing distance of the campus? Ah, Pho and Thai food. I took my laptop to my last class of the day, Political Science 101, so I could talk online and take notes in Word, quicker than I could ever write them on paper. When my guy friend came online I had an idea. It might be fun to go together, because dinner with company is better than dinner alone. So I got on AIM and asked if he'd like to go on a date.

He had asked a friend already to hang out, so it was all up in the air. I told him, "I'm going no matter what."

We did end up going to dinner together, an excellent Thai place with food more than spicy enough for a cold winter's day. I paid, as I said I would in our online discussion earlier, we drove-thru at Starbucks for chai tea, neither of us being coffee drinkers, and we went back to the school. I went back to my room to dweeb around on the internet and he went back to his and called his friend. Afterwards he called me, asked if I'd like to go to the mall with them. I have been to this mall a million times before, but I said heck yes, simply to get away from my room and boredom.

After sliding into his car we took the freeway north to the mall, having two person conversations about school stuff, but otherwise remaining pretty quiet. I had met her before, once in the dining hall, but other than the fact that he and she shared at least one common interest, knew nothing about her.

The first store we stopped at, after winding our way through the pathways of the mall, was good old Sears. We wound our way through every department, commenting on the discounted game tables, the colorful suspenders, and the refrigerator and freezer sets in many configurations and colors. A similar pattern occurred at our next destination, Target.

FYE, a music and movie store, was our last destination. They, like everyone else in the mall, were having some sort of winter/new year sale. Each of us found something interesting, but what I found and what she found are not important to the story. My friend found a set of all three Back to the Future DVDs for less than fifteen dollars. As any college student knows, that's a great deal, not one worth passing up any time. While we were leaving the mall was closing, so we decided to duck out and go get ice cream.

On the drive back to school, he suggested that we watch "Back to the Future" and eat pixie sticks. I thought it sounded like a great idea, so we stopped at the grocery store and picked up a couple packages of pixie sticks.

After we arrived back on campus she left to go visit with a group of her friends and the remaining two of us went to my room to grab my laptop to watch the movie on and to warm up a little bit before starting the trek to find an open room to watch the movie in. Fortunately we did not have to travel far because my floor's lounge was open.

I plugged in my laptop to the wall to charge, slid the DVD into the slot, and we sat back to watch the second of the three movies.

This was not, however, our first dealing with pixie sticks. We determined, after the last encounter, that pixie sticks are a mind-altering substance, or at least hormone-altering. After each having a couple (we were still full from ice cream) both of us were starting to get horny. Conventional sex has out of the question simply because the lounge was a public place and anyone could walk in at any minute, and neither of our rooms was lacking our roommates.

What to do? We petted and teased for a while, half watching the movie, half watching each other, eating a few more pixie sticks in the process. He knew very well what would drive me crazy, kissing me and touching me all over my exposed skin, which at the time, consisted of my neck, arms and face. Biting me on the base of my neck. I returned every kiss and touch, just as desperately and passionately, wondering what would happen next.

The one wonderful thing about our sexual relationship is the unpredictability of events. One minute we were sitting on the couch, the next he had me up against the wall in the corner, unbuckling my belt, pulling down my jeans and underwear to get at my pussy, licking and fingering me, licking and sucking on my clit, pressing his mouth into my most private parts. After about five minutes of exquisite pleasure I noticed that anyone could see into our corner of the lounge very easily from the outside. The little bit of me that is an exhibitionist loved it to death. It was the other part of me that told me to duck when someone came within viewing range of the window.

After that I zipped up my pants and fastened my belt loosely and we returned to half watching the movie, him kneeling on the ground facing the wall, me lying on the couch facing him. He was kissing, licking, and biting my neck, a pleasure for me that no one else would ever do for me before.

Then came the moment that will forever make me associate pixie sticks with sex: I felt powder on the exposed skin on my neck and chest and a warm tongue following it, licking all the sugary powder off, very slowly, but passionately. Then again, more powder and more licking. When I couldn't stand it anymore I pulled his head down to mine and kissed him fully, partaking of the pixie dust on his tongue he had removed from my bare skin just moments before. Nothing had ever tasted more sugary sweet.

We did end up finishing the movie, pausing every once in awhile to make out and partake of multi-flavored pixie sticks, the sweet flavors mixing in our mouths. After some time simply spent talking, we parted ways; each of us back to our own rooms to dream of pixie sticks and sexily exposed skin.



10 Days To Explore, And To Fuck



After a long, relaxing flight, we land safely in St. Lucia. We are immediately welcomed by the lush landscaping, crystal blue waters and heaven-reaching mountains. 

Daddy escorts me off of the plane, guiding me with his hand on the small of my back; my beautiful rhinestone leash cascades over my shoulder and down my back, and my ID tag glows against the bright lights of the airport walkways. 

We walk slowly, intentionally, convinced now that we're truly on vacation, the mainland a distant memory. Realizing we both have to pee, and seeing no reason to wait any longer to make the island our own, we wander into a reasonably empty men's room. I sit down to pee, Daddy stands in front of me to pee into the bowl between my legs, and I wait patiently until he is done so that I can ask permission to clean his beautiful dick and enjoy his taste. 

A few men wander into the restroom and we're not sure, nor do we care, if they know that I'm hungrily sucking my man's dick right alongside them. 

Daddy's dick tastes so good to me, every time he gives it to me. But sucking on it in the airport in St. Lucia makes it taste even better, which I didn't think was possible. We remain in the men's room for some time, not caring that the door keeps swinging open and closed, stalls around us fill up and empty again, toilets flush and sinks are used. 

All we care about is the joy we're feeling right where we are. Daddy is resting in front of me, head and neck relaxed, one hand in my hair, one hand cupping my chin, as I nurse hungrily on his beautiful, perfect, hard as steel, dick. I could, and do, remain here as time leisurely strolls by.

I've cleaned the bit of pee dripping from his dick, and my tongue continues beyond the head, covering his dick from top to bottom with my soft, wet tongue in just the way he likes. I probe gently but with purpose for pre-cum; it's time to quench my thirst and his cum is all that I am interested in. 

I lick his dick again and again, swallow it all and savor the feel of this soft, powerful, amazing source of joy pushing down my throat and coming back to rest in my mouth, over and over and over. 

Always wanting to create as much hot cum as I can to fulfill my insatiable thirst, I move to Daddy's balls, licking them, sucking them, teasing them, cradling them in my hand as I return to sucking his dick. I move often and gently between his dick and his balls, not wanting to be away from either for any longer than necessary. 

Daddy relaxes more as I suck him more, sighing gently when my tongue hits that most sensitive spot at the back of his balls. I am dripping wet and he momentarily leans over, buries his fingers in my dripping pussy, and plays briefly with my clit. 

He stands back up, feeds me his fingers to clean off all of my juice, and once again feeds me his dick. I return with a hunger that belies all the time I've been sucking him since entering the restroom, proving once again that I can, and will, suck my Daddy's dick for as long as he wants, wherever he wants, and thoroughly enjoy my snack. 

He wonders out loud if we should try to catch the shuttle to our hotel, because we don't know how long they are available. I beg for five more minutes of his dick, but he overrules me and we leave the restroom momentarily. 

We walk lazily through the airport, my leash streaming behind me; my sheer blouse showing nipples dark with excitement and standing at attention; my tight miniskirt showing the slightest hint of my panty-less ass cheeks; and my own cum dripping onto my inner thigh. 

Travelers and airport employees notice us occasionally, but we don't skip a beat. I am Daddy's little pet, and I love when he parades me for anyone to see. We arrive at our shuttle, show the documentation we need, and climb on board. Daddy helps me up by cupping my ass in his hand, again exposing my body to anyone who may be watching. 

Sitting in the back of the shuttle, we enjoy the ride to the hotel with daddy's fingers playing in my pussy and my hand stroking his still-hard dick. Drinking in the scenery as we enter the resort area and marveling at the blue waters, white sand beaches and beautiful landscaping that surround us, I snuggle under his arm and feel the stress pouring out of us.

Check-in is seamless, and we find our room at the Hotel Chocolat easily. The view from the sliding glass door includes a private balcony, a generous expanse of sand and beach, and an ocean of deep blue that leaves us speechless. The sun is high above us as we drop our bags, and wander to the balcony and gaze, wrapped up in each other, with appreciation at the slice of heaven we'll call home for the next five days. 

We talk briefly about dinner, and decide to figure it out later. Right now, I'm interested in the only snack that always satisfies: Daddy's sperm. I ask and am graciously fed Daddy's dick. I approach it gingerly, with the peace of knowing that time no longer exists and schedules no longer matter. I thoroughly enjoy the first dick I've ever sucked in St. Lucia, licking it gently, probing for St. Lucia-inspired cum, and working to swallow every inch of this beautiful treat. 

Daddy is leaning against the wall of our private balcony, relaxing in the sun as I unwind him from the stress of his fast-paced life. He takes his hands from my hair only long enough to wiggle my skirt down so I easily step out of it, and places a seat cushion on the floor for me to kneel on. I take off my blouse and relish being at Daddy's feet, clothed only in shoes, collar and leash, serving this man I adore. Daddy takes my leash in his hand, holding it thoughtfully and giving it a gentle tug every so often as I continue to make more delicious cum in his balls. 

The sun pours down on us. My body, Daddy's playground, welcomes the warmth and rejuvenating heat like an impish young lizard. I settle in under the sun's rays and coax Daddy out of his jeans. With no agenda and no place to rush to, he allows himself to be naked and pleasured on the balcony, with his pet at his feet, his dick in her welcoming mouth. 

I lick, suck, and nurse on Daddy's beautiful dick for what could be hours, could be days. The only proof of passing hours is sunshine giving way to dusk, the gentle lapping of the ocean heard delicately in the background as the beach beneath our balcony begins to empty. During my playtime, Daddy sat down and stretched his legs out in front of him, positioning me comfortably between his knees. Daddy's face is now in joyful repose, with a smile in his eyes and across his mouth. 

I gaze with deep love at this beautiful man lounging above me, and distractedly wonder if neighbors have or are watching us. I immediately dismiss the thought because I don't care about the answer. If someone sees me nursing on this perfect dick, and sees the man I adore being cared for as he deserves to be, then they have seen life as it should be.

I will never hide my love of sucking dick, never shrink away from being watched sucking my man's dick while laying naked at his feet, and will never cover either of us from view when we are on our private balcony.

Daddy reaches down, rubs my back with his gentle touch, and sighs with pure release. He cups my chin in his hand, lifts me off of his dick and into his lap, and kisses me deeply under the perfect evening sky. We dress casually for dinner and consider our options as we walk back to the shuttle that welcomed us to this picturesque island vacation a lifetime ago.



10 Days With T



My wife (T) and I have written several stories on Literotica. We get a lot of responses to our stories with questions or comments. The questions usually center on, "how is it possible that your sex life is as good as you describe?" 

The few comments that don't mention how much they want to fuck her or eat her are usually something along the line of, "you're the luckiest fucker in the world if half of this is true" or "T has to be the horniest married woman I've ever heard of."

If this is our first story that you've read, please do yourself a favor and read at least a couple of the others before reading this. Briefly, I'll turn 50 this year and she's 45 and looks 35. We've been together for almost 18 years and our sex life is hotter today that it was 18 years ago. 

This story describes 10 days with the horny woman I'm married to and while you won't enjoy reading it as much as I did living it, you'll see why our marriage is so hot and why I truly am the luckiest fucker in the world!

Before I start, please let me say that this story is for your enjoyment and of course mine as I relive the events. I really could care less about comments regarding sentence structure or how threesomes will destroy our marriage, so please don't waste your time. However, if this makes your cock hard or your pussy wet, please let us know. 

The story starts as we arrived in Cincinnati for our annual trip to see Jimmy Buffett in concert. We'd arrived at our hotel room on a Thursday afternoon with plenty of time to have a nice slow fuck before going to the concert.

Being the loving thoughtful husband I am, I'd bought her a Hawaiian type halter top that she looked sizzling in and she had picked out a pair of tight denim shorts to wear with it. The top was perfect for a Jimmy Buffett concert and her tits were perfect for the top. 

By the way, there's a picture of my baby loaded on our profile but for some reason you guys and gals can't see it when you look at our profile so if you want to see one of the pictures made during this 10 days, write Literotica to complain!!

My baby is ALWAYS horny and knowing how good she looked in this outfit just made her wetter. Within 10 minutes of walking into the hotel room, she had her mouth wrapped around my cock.

Again, being the loving thoughtful husband I am, I'd brought our digital camera to take some hot pictures of my baby. As she sucked each of my balls one at a time slowly into her mouth, I snapped away. 

My cock was so hard it hurt and she played for the camera squeezing it and slowly licking the pre-cum as she smiled into the camera. She slowly licked her index finger and I moaned as I took the picture because I knew that finger was going to slide into my asshole.

She stroked my cock as she sucked my balls and finger fucked my ass. I took one picture and dropped the camera onto the bed as my hands reached for the back of her head. In our younger days, if she wanted to, she could suck me off in less than a minute, she's that good! Oh and by the way, she's swallowed every drop of cum I've ever pumped into her greedy mouth.!!

Even at 50, I knew I wasn't going to last long as this rate and I wanted to taste that pussy so I gently reminded her that if she wanted her swollen wet pussy fucked, she'd better stop.

VERY reluctantly she stopped and crawled up toward me. She took the time to slowly rub her tits and nipples over my balls and cock before she moved she moved on up to let her tits dangle over my chest lights brushing me with her nipples.

IF they get the picture on our profile fixed, you can see what I'm talking about. She has an ass to die for and a tight shaved pussy and tits that would be the envy of most 45 year old women.

She kissed me and I could taste my pre-cum on her tongue. I rolled her over onto her belly and grabbed the camera again to take some close ups of my favorite thing on earth, her tight little ass.

As you know if you've read our other stories, not only does my baby love cock in her pussy, she also loves having her tight ass fucked. I worship that little asshole and I snapped several pictures as she reached to spread her pussy for me, who needs a director when you have such a natural model!!

After taking several pictures, I couldn't stand it any more and again dropped the camera to bury my tongue into her asshole. I pulled at her ass cheeks with my hands so I could work my tongue deeper into her. 

She squirmed and moaned as my tongue fucked her ass. I rolled her onto her side and slid my finger into her asshole as my tongue gave her pussy the attention it deserved. As I've noted in other stories, as much as I love her asshole, if my cock finds its way into her pussy before her asshole, it almost never leaves before filling that hot pussy with cum. GOD she is such a hot fuck!!

That's what happened this time as she rolled over onto her back and pulled me up and my cock naturally slid into her hot swollen pussy. We moaned together as my balls slapped against her asshole with my first thrust into her.

Between hot kisses she whispered to bite her nipples and I arched my body up over her to reach her tits. She screamed as I bit down on one of her nipples. I quickly sucked her tit deep into my mouth as she grabbed the back of my head.

My cock was pounding into her and even at 50 and having fucked her countless times, I still have to be careful not to cum too soon so I knew I had to slow down. I slowly pulled my cock almost all the way out of her dripping wet pussy.

She moaned and screamed, "FUCK ME BABY, pound my pussy." I grinned down at her and whispered, "Does my baby need some cock?" She grabbed my ass with both her hands and wrapped her legs around my waist to pull my back into her.

I didn't resist her and rammed my cock deep back into her. She cried, "Oh fuuuucckk" as she started to cum. I needed to cum just as bad as she did and couldn't hold back any more and as the letter k of fuck left her lips, my cock exploded deep in her. 

My cock pulsed and throbbed as it delivered its' hot load of cum into her waiting pussy. As my cock throbbed, I could feel her pussy squeezing and milking the cum from my cock. 

We gently kissed and she whispered, "Damn I needed that sweetheart." I laughed and said, "Well I was happy to give it to you and by the way, I LOVE fucking you!!" 

That's a running joke between us because after all these years we want to fuck each other just as much if not more than we did when we first met. If you read our other stories you see real life examples of that.

By this time, the afternoon had passed and we started getting ready for the concert. My wife is fairly typical of women I've met in that she has streak of insecurity about her looks. You know, the old, "Does this make me look fat?" or "I feel fat today". The funny thing, as I noted earlier, is that most 45 year old women would kill to look as good as T. She has a killer body as you can see if they ever fix the picture on our profile.

She had on a short pair of denim shorts, no panties and the Hawaiian halter top I'd ordered for her. She looked sizzling hot and I kept playing with her tits that were barely covered by the top. 

By the way, I'm a typical 50ish former jock. I have a full head of hair that is heading toward all gray faster each day and probably a 6-7 at best on most women's scale. I'm 6'1" and probably weigh 40 pounds more than college. Bottom line, I AM one lucky son of a bitch because this wet dream loves me and wants to fuck only me.

Back to the story, Jimmy has a restaurant chain called Cheeseburgers in Paradise and there was one within walking distance of our hotel. We stopped and had a wonderful dinner on the way to the concert and I got to see first hand the effect her little outfit was having on the patrons.

We had enough time when we got to the concert to "observe" some of our fellow Parrotheads and wow, what a kaleidoscope of humanity. If you even mildly like Jimmy Buffett, then you should try to make it to at least one of his concerts.

In the midst of all these women in their coconut bras and grass skirts, my hot little baby stood out. She was getting stares from guys and girls as we walked around the venue prior to the concert. During the course of the evening, I must have left her by herself 2 or 3 times to go get drinks etc. and each time I would come back, she would have a new story about guys hitting on her.

I KNEW how hot she looked and enjoyed seeing her react to the non solicited affirmation of what I always tell her. I could tell that learning that a parade of strangers wanted to fuck her was getting her hotter and hotter. 

As the concert wore on she was getting more and more blatant it playing with my cock and rubbing her tits all over me. Needless to say, my cock stayed hard and at one point, she was in front of me rubbing her ass into my cock and I had my arms around her and both hands cupping her tits under her halter.

I could have pulled her shorts down right there and fucked her from behind and she would have let me. The guys expressing their desire for her and what they wanted to do to her had cranked up her normal horniness and she wanted to fuck.

We sometimes talk about fantasies of me watching her be fucked by another guys or guys and in retrospect; this was a night when she would have fucked 10 guys if I'd suggested it. 

The year before we'd had a totally unexpected threesome with a girl after the concert. You can read about that in another of our stories. As we walked out of the concert we had our hands all over each other and she had my cock in her mouth within seconds of reaching our SUV.

As we drove slowly out of the parking lot, she was kneeling sideways on her seat so she could deep throat my cock. With her position, I was able to reach around and finger her pussy. Between what we were doing to each other and the steamed up windows, how I got out of that parking lot without having a wreck it still a mystery.

Thank GOD for my earlier orgasm because she WANTED my cum and was determined to get it. She slid a finger into my asshole and between long licks up and down my cock, she would push her finger hard into my asshole and tell me how much she wanted to taste my cum.

As much as I wanted to let her have as much cum as she could swallow, I still had a little bit of sanity floating at the back of my mind and I wanted to give her a good fucking in her pussy or her ass. I knew that after the long day, the concert, drinking during the concert and being almost 50 and already having had sex just a few hours earlier that if I wanted to fuck her, I probably needed to wait to cum.

My poor baby, as she's documented in several of the stories she's written, has a very difficult time concentrating on another person's cock or pussy if she's really enjoying what they're doing to her so I knew I had to distract her.

Her shorts had been pulled down within seconds of reaching our SUV and her ass was up in the air facing her door and knelt sideways on her seat sucking me. I'd been fingering her pussy but now I licked my thumb and slowly slid it into her asshole as I buried 3 fingers into her pussy.

I leaned over toward her door so I could maneuver and started to pound her asshole and pussy. I immediately noticed her attention slipping from my cock. She still had it in her hand and squeezed as she started to push back against my fingers.

She had forgotten my cum and focused on what I was doing to her and she started to pant like a dog in heat and between moans she said, "Fuck it, fuck my tight ass." I smiled to myself knowing that I'd escaped and my cum was going into her pussy or asshole when we got to the hotel.

It was about a 10 minute drive back to the hotel and by the time we arrived back, she'd had a couple of orgasms. My baby loves to cum and I'm always hugely disappointed when we fuck and for whatever reason she doesn't get to cum. Yes ladies, we do fuck sometimes when she doesn't cum.

She makes me audio tapes sometimes while she plays with herself and we've also made some video tapes of ourselves. I watched one recently that we'd made about a year ago and it started with her playing with herself and progressed to me finally blowing my cum into her ass and I counted over 10 orgasms that she had in less than 2 hours.

When we got into our room, we tore off our remaining clothes and without even a kiss she straddled me and slowly slid her pussy down onto my cock. It felt soooo fucking good to be buried back into her.

By this time it was approaching midnight and as I noted earlier, her normal horniness level had maxed out. Me playing with her and the strange guys blatantly wanting to fuck her had my baby ready to fuck. 

Our favorite position is with her on top of me which of course allows so many fun things. As she leaned over so I could suck her tits I whispered, "Did those guys wanting to fuck you make you wet baby?" She moaned and replied, "YES!"

I bit down on one of her nipples and said, "You love cock don't you baby, my little whore loves to be fucked!" She moaned, "God yes I love to fuck!" As she said that she sat straight up on my cock and started to cum.

My baby is normally loud but that night she just didn't give a fuck who heard her and there was no way the people in the adjoining rooms didn't hear her. She was screaming, "FUCK ME" over and over.

I just held onto her hips as she bucked on my cock and she pinched and squeezed her tits. When her orgasm finally slowed she looked down at me and cocked her head down so she could suck on one of her nipples.

She knows how much I love to watch her do that and she ground her pussy against me and said, "I love being your whore!" I moaned in reply and said, "You were thinking about all those other cocks while you were cumming weren't you baby?" "Were you thinking about all their hot cum?"

She leaned forward again so I could suck her tits and replied, "You know I was. I was thinking about you watching while they all fucked me and then jacked off their cum all over me."

I moaned and lifted my ass off the bed pushing my cock deeper up into her. She grinned and whispered, "You'd like to watch that wouldn't you baby, your little whore being covered with hot cum?"  

We'd had threesomes before with other women and even a foursome this year with her sister and our brother (from our other stories) but just watching and listening to her be fucked by other guys was a fantasy that we occasionally talked about. 

The reality and possible repercussions of that always stopped that fantasy in it's tracks but hell, it's still fun to think and talk about, especially when my cock is buried in her pussy. 

I replied, "I'd just like to listen to my baby cum over and over as each guy took his turn with you." She moaned loudly and started to rock back and forth, slowly pulling her pussy almost off my cock and then slowly burying it back into her.

As she quickened her pace, I started to squeeze and suck her tits more urgently. I whispered, "You'd love to have a cock in your mouth and one in your ass or pussy while you had your tits sucked wouldn't you baby?"

"Oh God I would, I'm such a whore!!" she moaned. I lifted my ass to push up deeper into her and said, "Thank God you're my whore baby!"

She started screaming, "FUCK ME, GIVE ME YOUR CUM!!" "FUCK MY CUNT WITH THAT BIG COCK" "POUND YOUR WHORE." "FUUUUCCCCKKKKK MMMEEEEE!!!" All the random thoughts that my brain could conjure weren't going to stop my cum this time and my balls contracted as I started to shoot spurt after spurt of cum deep into her pussy.

Her "FUUUCCCCKKKK MMMEEEEE!!" became on long LOUD scream and an orgasm exploded through her body. Her pussy was convulsing around my cock and her body froze above me as my cock throbbed deep in her pussy. I fleetingly thought to myself that the people next door were getting a audio porn show with their hotel room rate.

When we finally collapsed together on the bed with our bodies wrapped around each other, I teased her that I didn't know if she would actually be able to survive several cocks fucking her at the same time. Just before we drifted off to sleep she whispered, "It'd be a hell of a way to die...being fucked to death." I smiled to myself and hugged her closer.

All this was on a Thursday and we returned home on Friday. Our preteen son was going to spend the next week on vacation with my parents and his aunt. Saturday night we were quietly fucking (10 year old asleep down the hall) and I told her than in my excitement before the concert, I'd forgot to take any pictures of her in her halter and wanted some for my collection.

I told her that since we would have the next week to ourselves, one afternoon after I got home from work that I wanted her to have the halter top on along with a denim mini-skirt that she has and I wanted to take some more pictures. Being the loving wife she is and knowing that this would lead to her little pussy or asshole being pounded, she quickly agreed to my little plan.

On our home PC, I've got what I call "play" files. Files of stories I've downloaded from Literotica, files of porn movie downloads, files of all kinds of pictures of pussy, tits and cum and of course files of pictures of my baby. 

T has written some of the hottest lesbian stories on this sight and she loves pussy and tits as well as cock. Whoops, did I forget to mention that earlier. She's a nurse who works at night and since we are both often horny and not with each other, we both play a lot with the assistance of the computer. 

Hearing her pound her pussy or asshole on a tape she's made for me while looking at pictures or movies or reading Literotica certainly makes my cock hard. She loves to call me during the day and describe to me in great detail what she's doing. 

I do the same thing for her sometimes on the nights she works. As I wrote in one of our early stories, I suck the dried juice from her panties almost every day. When I call her at night, I describe what I'm doing or want to do to her and then shoot my cum all over the crotch of her freshly sucked panties.

I mention all this because adding to my collection of pictures of her sweet ass or other assets was one reason we bought the digital camera to begin with. That Sunday night she was working and I had down loaded the pictures from the Jimmy Buffett concert onto the PC and they were so fucking hot that I had cum all over her panties before I was able to call her.

I love telling and showing her how hot she makes me so I always put her sucked clean and then cummed on panties where she'll find them the next morning. Bottom line, every ounce of cum my body produces leaves my cock searching for her. I never have fantasies about other women because I don't need to.

With our work schedules that week, Wednesday afternoon was going to be the best time for our little portrait/fuck session. I do some of my work from home but that afternoon she met me at the garage door and any remaining work was quickly forgotten. 

I always rush when I'm taking pictures of her and was determined to take my time and get close-ups of her ass from behind and some side profiles with her ass waiting to be fucked while her beautiful tits hung down in their glory...the picture on our profile if Literotica will fix it.

I obviously love seeing her in panties and positioned her on our living room carpet on her knees. She was "barely" wearing the short denim mini-skirt and I was getting wonderful pictures of her gorgeous white panty covered ass proudly positioned for an ass fucking.

Then I pulled her panty down and took several pictures of her tight little ass from behind. My cock was throbbing and finally I couldn't stand it and started licking her pussy and asshole from behind. 

I finally stopped licking her pussy and asshole to move to the couch. My clothes had been ripped off at some point and she soon had her mouth sucking on my balls as she slowly jacked my cock with long slow strokes squeezing out pre-cum that she licked off.




10 Days With T



She was still wearing the mini-skirt pulled up around her waist and the halter top. As she sucked and licked my cock and balls, I leaned back and started taking more pictures. She paused to knell in front of me and shed the halter top as she took my cock and started rubbing my pre-cum on one of her tits. 

I swear the head of my cock was purple and it was standing up throbbing with each pulse of blood. She was putting on a show for the camera as she cocked her head and started sucking the pre-cum off her tit.

I was mesmerized as I watched her bite her own nipples as she alternated between her tits. Then she wrapped her tits around my cock and started to fuck my cock with her tits. It was all I could do to keep from cumming right then and there and I warned her that if she wanted my cum in her pussy or asshole, she'd better stop.

She lay back on the carpet and spread her legs and started to finger her pussy. I leaned over her with the camera getting close-ups as she slowly pulled her labia apart for more pictures. The camera clicked away as she started fucking herself with three fingers.

Once again the camera was forgotten as I moved between her legs and buried my tongue into her pussy. As I started to gently suck her clit into my mouth she started screaming, "Eat my pussy baby" and then "OH GOD, OH GOD, Suck it" as she started to cum. 

Watching and listening to T cum must be like crack cocaine to me because I can't get enough of it. I continued to suck her clit but I had also slid one of my fingers into her asshole and I fingered her to the same rhythm of sucks on her clit and she had a super orgasm.

She was screaming incoherently and had both hands wrapped around the back of my head pulling me into her pussy. Her thighs were squeezing hard on each side of my head and I was in heaven, making this woman that I lust after constantly cum like this was almost as good as fucking her.

Finally her orgasm ebbed and she weakly whispered, "I feel like a wet noodle, thank you baby." I laughed and said, "Thank you for the pictures sweetheart but I still have this rock hard cock that needs to cum."

Since she was still recovering I swung around over her with my cock and balls dangling over her face and started to gently lick up and down between her swollen lips. I was extra gentle because I knew how tender her clit still was.

As I licked and sucked up her sweet pussy juice, I felt her warm mouth slide over my cock and then suddenly a wet finger rammed into my asshole. She pushed her finger in as far as it would go and held it there as her mouth moved to my balls. Damn that felt good and I wanted to cum so fucking bad but I also wanted to fuck her tight little asshole so I pulled away from her and shifted back around.

She raised her knees and spread her legs and my cock slid straight into her hot wet pussy. She wrapped both legs around my waist and I just lay there on her with my cock fully buried in her pussy. I looked down into her eyes and said, "God I love fucking you!"

She giggled and replied, "Then fuck me with that hard cock baby." I said, "I'm going to fuck your pussy but where to do want my hot cum?" She moaned a sultry, "Oh fuck I want it in my asshole." 

As you can read in several of our other stories and especially the ones T has written, she LOVES to be fucked in the ass. She takes great offense with some of the stupid comments she reads on Literotica that are obviously written by people who either haven't had anal sex or are just too stupid to figure out that it can be very pleasurable for both people. Anyway, it's a large part of our sex life and who would turn down a woman asking for it!

I started to pound into her and my balls were slapping against that tight asshole with every thrust. She was moaning, "Fuck me" over and over and then she started to cum again. I had to be VERY careful here because at almost 50 my recovery time is obviously longer than it used to be and I didn't want to wait to fuck that ass.

Her ass almost lifted off the carpet and I pushed hard into her and stopped moving. Her legs were clamped around me like a vise and I just rode my little slut as she bucked under me while the orgasm ran through her. I didn't want to move my cock at all because I was just at the threshold of blowing cum into her.

I lay there on her kissing and sucking her tits as her orgasm faded. I thought she would want to wait a little but as soon as her orgasm died she was pushing against me saying, "Let me up, I want that cock in my asshole!"

I didn't need to be told twice and in seconds she was bent over the arm of our couch pulling her ass cheeks apart for me. I ran upstairs and grabbed a jar of Vasoline and in seconds started to get my baby's asshole ready for her assfucking.

Here is where I think most couples fail to make this an enjoyable experience for both. The guy rushes and tries to stick his cock into a tight unprepared asshole and for the vast majority of women, this HURTS. 

Ladies, you can read it directly from my wife in her stories but she begs for anal sex and I somehow I don't think she would beg if it wasn't something she enjoyed. My wife loves me but not enough to beg for something just to please me.

I always take the time to lick her tongue fuck her asshole. Then I'll slide a Vasoline coated finger into it as I lick her pussy. My wife says she's feeling nothing but pleasure at this point.

I'll eventually have 2 or 3 fingers with more Vaoline in her asshole as I finger her pussy with my other hand. By this time she'll be "begging" for my cock. DON'T rush this, the more time you take the better it'll be for both of you.

I'll take the Vasoline and coat the head of my cock liberally and then wipe the stuff off my hands. Now we're both ready and I'll SLOWLY push my cock into her asshole. I follow her lead at this point, stopping if she tells me to so she can relax.

Does it hurt? Sometimes a little, according to T but well worth what happens after the initial small amount of burning. I can't begin to describe the sensations for me when my cock is fully buried into her ass nor the sounds she's making.

Picking up the story as my cock buried into her asshole, she started panting and moaning, "Fuck it, fuck my ass" over and over. "GOD baby it feels so GOOOOD." I was slowly pulling it out to the point that just the head was still clamped inside her anal ring and then firing it back into her.

Maybe my wife is unusual but when I'm fucking her ass, she's even more orgasmic than normal. It seems like she's constantly screaming. She often scares me because I think I'm hurting her but that's never been the case and she always replies to my concern with a guttural, "FUCK MEEEE!!"

The camera was within reaching distance on the couch and I bent forward to pick it up. As I did I took one long lick up the center of her back and then leaned over to tongue her ear. This motion obviously pushed my cock deep into her and she started to cum again. 

I picked up the camera and leaned back and started snapping pictures as she pushed her ass back against me bucking as the orgasm flooded her body. The pictures of my cock sliding in and out of her ass are better than any porn picture because it's MY cock in MY baby's asshole.

The only problem I have with anal sex is that I just can' make it last that long. I've fucked T's pussy until we were both exhausted, switching positions through several orgasms and still had control of when I was going to cum.

With anal sex, the sight of my cock sliding in and out of her gorgeous asshole, the sensations created by her tight anal ring squeezing on my cock and her reactions; screaming for me to fuck her harder and pushing her ass back against me to bury my cock further into her all combine to drive me NUTS!

As I fucked her, my balls were slapping against her pussy. In the porno's, when a woman is getting fucked in her ass, she's almost always playing with her pussy. I don't know if that's supposed to be for her benefit or ours the viewer but T never plays with her pussy, she doesn't need to. Her arms are either supporting herself or outstretched with her hands grabbing whatever is available.

By this time she'd cum again (in less than 5 minutes) and her anal ring had relaxed so that I could pull my cock all the way out and then just ram it back into her without any problem. Unfortunately, I was quickly nearing the end of my self control and I dropped the camera to do give my baby what she wanted.

She could feel my balls draw up as I got ready to cum and started screaming, "FUCK THAT TIGHT ASSHOLE, GIVE YOUR WHORE SOME HOT CUM!!" Is she a sweetheart or what? No one on the planet who knows my wife would think of her being slutty in any way but damn, she sure makes up for it in the bedroom.

Those words of hers, the view in front of me and the feelings coming through my cock and into my brain were too much and my cock exploded launching spurt after spurt of hot cum deep into her ass. 

As she started to feel my cock swell, she'd pushed back against me and started yelling, "FUUUUUCCCCKKKK" at the top of her lungs. She'd started to cum again with me and continued, "Oh yeah, give me that cum, fill my asshole." She had full handfuls of the couch fabric and it looked like the couch was in danger of having holes torn in it as she kept screaming.

I finally collapsed onto her with both of us leaning over the arm of the couch. I started kissing and licking her back as my cock shrank but her anal ring was squeezing back to normal and the sensation was keeping my cock partially hard and I continued to gently slide it in and out of her. Finally she whispered, "NOOO" as I pulled my cock out with a little pop.

The whole thing hadn't lasted 10 minutes but damn it was a hot 10 minutes. I picked the camera up and took a couple more pictures of my cum dribbling out of her asshole and kissed her ass as I stood and said, "Sweetheart, you have the best ass in the world and I LOVE to fuck it!"

She weakly giggled back and said, "It loves for you to fuck it and you've got the best cock in the world." I pulled her up and we went downstairs to load the pictures onto our PC for review. 

I work partially from home and she sat naked on my lap in my leather chair while we reviewed the pictures from that afternoon and from the Jimmy Buffett concert. As she rubbed her ass into my cock and I played with her tits, the pictures soon inspired us both and after carefully washing my cock, I was fucking her again.

She worked the next night and I called her at work while I looked at the pictures again and shot my cum all over her panties from the day before. The crotch of her panties from that night was covered with dried juice the next day. Friday night she was off but was we were both tired from a long week and our son had come home from his short vacation with his grandparents.

She had to work Saturday night and Sunday was father's day. As she left for work she told me to save her some cum because she was going to give me my father's day present when she got home the next morning.

I didn't play Saturday night so she'd have all the cum she wanted the next morning. As I think I've mentioned, she's a Labor & Delivery Nurse and works 12 hour shifts. I didn't wake up the next morning until she was sliding into bed at about 7:30.

It was early enough that there was no way our son was going to wake up for a couple of more hours (unless he heard Mommy screaming). As I woke up I vaguely noticed that she was still dressed but it wasn't until she had my cock in her mouth that I realized that she had on a Catholic School girl's outfit that she'd ordered off the internet.

A tight little white blouse totally unbuttoned and tied into a knot below her tits, a short little checkered skirt and white thigh high stockings and she had put dark red lipstick on and those lips were wrapped around my cock deep throating it. I LIKED my father's day present so far!!

She gave me the full treatment, sucking each of my balls and rimming my asshole with her tongue as she jacked my cock. She looked up at me over my balls and said, "Don't even think about cumming yet daddy!" Her actions had rubbed dark red lipstick all over my cock and balls and her face. She looked so wanton as she squeezed hard making my cock swell even more.

As she squeezed and very slowly licked pre-cum off the tip of my cock, she winked and said, "How do you like your father's day present so far baby?" I moaned, "Daddy LOVES it" as she pulled my cock up and sucked one of my balls fully into her mouth. 

She crawled up and slowly straddled me and slid my cock into her pussy. She cupped her tits through the thin white blouse and said, "How does Daddy like his little girl's tits?" She pulled one out of the blouse and started sucking on the nipple as I moaned. 

She leaned forward slowly pulling almost all the way off my cock and then quickly sat fully back which buried my cock as far into as it would go. I moaned as she said, "How does Daddy like his tight wet pussy?" I could barely get out, "Daddy loves it." My cock felt like it was going to explode it was so hard.

She reached back around her and cupped my balls and said, "Daddy, don't even think about cumming yet!!" She sat there on me slowly squeezing my cock with her pussy but making sure my cock wasn't moving. I think I could have cum even without any movement at that point but she suddenly moved off me and said, "I think I'll lick that nasty pussy juice off your cock Daddy."

She spun around above me with her pussy just out of tongue reach above my face. As she licked up and down my cock she mumbled, "Is my pussy swollen enough for you Daddy?" She paused in licking my cock and said, "This nasty pussy juice tastes so good, do you want to lick some off my pussy Daddy?"

I grabbed both sides of her ass and pulled her pussy down to my mouth and replied, "Daddy loves his little girl's pussy juice!" Just as I was licking up and down her pussy for the 3rd or 4th time, she sat up and said, "What about your little girl's tight asshole, don't you want to lick it Daddy?"

All I could do was moan as I swirled my tongue over and around her little asshole. She knew better than to touch my cock at this point and it just stood there throbbing. She lightly blew her warm breath on it and said, "I think Daddy's cock needs to cum."


She turned around and straddled my stomach as she slowly undid the knot in her blouse. She pulled it off and reached back to squeeze my cock as she said, "How would Daddy like to shoot his hot cum on his little girl's tits?"

My mind instantly thought "camera?" but there was no getting off the bed and FUCK I needed to cum so bad. As I said earlier, watching and listening to my baby cum makes me so fucking hot. I usually don't even let her suck me off unless I'm going to be able to return the favor. This was her present, getting me so hot that I would (in my mind anyway) be wasting the cum by not putting it into her in some fashion that also achieved an orgasm for her. 

Knowing this was a present and the little fact that she had me so fucking hot by now made me answer, "Daddy would LOVE to shoot his hot cum on your beautiful tits."

She rolled off me and moved up beside me on the bed. I moved to straddle her but before I did, I sucked each of her tits deep into my mouth and bit hard on each nipple. She couldn't help herself and moaned, "Yeah Daddy, bite them Daddy, bite them hard."

I moved to kiss her and whispered, "I think Daddy need to get his cock wet don't you?" I quickly rammed my cock into her as she moaned, "Don't cum Daddy."

I pulled out and moved back up and started to slide my cock back and forth between her tits. She pushed them together squeezing them around my cock and her pussy juice formed a natural lubrication.

It felt soooo fucking good as she looked up at me and said, "Cum on me baby, your little girl wants your hot cum." I thought, "Damn this is a great Father's Day present" as I grabbed my cock and began stroking it.

As I started to stroke my cock she wrapped one arm around her tits pulling them together and with the other reached and started gently squeezing my balls. She whispered, "OH DADDY, your balls are so full of hot cum."

That did it! Spurt after spurt of hot white cum erupted from my cock landing in ropes stretching from her hair down across her face onto her tits. She opened her mouth wide and tried to catch as much of it as she could but there was just too much and in seconds her face and tits were covered with ropes of cum 

Obviously I don't see how much I cum when I'm fucking her and the cum I shoot when I'm jacking off hasn't been boiled in my nut sack by my little slut's activities. For what I would consider an average, this was a fucking impressive display of my reaction to my Father's Day present.

I finally collapsed beside her and watched as she slowly took her hands and rubbed some of the cum into her face and tits and licked the rest off her fingers. She looked over at me as she let a long strand dribble off her fingers into her waiting mouth and said, "Daddy your little girl loves your cum."

I nuzzled against her side and whispered, "I'm glad because Daddy's little girl is the only one who gets my cum." I kissed her and tasted the cum on her lips and tongue. It wasn't as good as her pussy juice but I guess I'm a little prejudiced. 

We lay there kissing and finally dozed off in each other's arms. Latter in the day I thought to myself, "What a Father's Day?" but then I started remembering the past week or so and realized, "What a fucking hot 10 days this has been?"

I'm not going to try to blow smoke up your asses, we have some incredible sessions of sex but just like most married couples, they're usually surrounded by very normal periods. Obviously most of our stories are about the incredible, who wants to read about normal? 

I think the point I'm trying to make, to answer those HOW questions we get, is that we love each other and are so attracted to each other that it's easy to freely give to the other and the more pleasure we give, the more we receive.

That and the fact that I'm a lucky son of a bitch married to the hottest horniest woman I've ever met!!!!