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Abbey

By: Briareos H.



I have a fantasy that I want to share. It involves my girlfriend's best friend from college. I'll call her Abbey, to protect the innocent. Abbey is about 5'6". She has deep brown eyes and, depending on the season, long or short dirty blonde hair. She is athletic and svelte and has small breasts and a small, but shapely behind. I positively lust after her.

This fantasy takes place one night a couple years ago. It was the end of the fall semester, which at my school meant we were well into winter. My girlfriend had already gone back home. I was staying to finish up finals and some other work. Abbey's family was from nearby, so she was staying a little later to party.

The night after I finished all my work, Abbey called me up to invite me out for drinks with her and her friends. I met them at this dive bar, and we had some beers. After last call, we finished our last beer, and I offered to walk her back to her apartment (which she shared with my girlfriend).

When we got back to her place, we both flopped on opposite ends of this large couch in the living room. I leaned back and kicked off my shoes. She did the same. We were talking and joking and laughing. There was some sexual tension in the air, at least for me, because I found her so desirable.

This is where the fantasy takes over.

As we talk, we begin to play footsie. Slowly, our feet start to climb each other's legs. Now we are talking a little more softly and intently. Finally, each of us has one stockinged foot rubbing against the crotch of the other's jeans. We're not talking anymore, but breathing a bit more heavily with each stroke.

After a few minutes of this, I lift myself up, pull my leg back, and lean forward. As I lean toward her, I put my right hand on her right inner thigh, and firmly caress her thigh as I move my hand upward. Just as lean in to kiss her, my hand finds her crotch. We kiss deeply, our tongues grappling. I continue to rub her crotch through her jeans, and she starts to moan quietly.

Our lips touch, I nibble her lower lip slightly, then we twine our tongues together. As this happens, I press my hand more firmly between her thighs. We kiss like this for what seems like ten minutes. Then I pull back slightly and whisper, "Let's go into your room." She nods, and I stand over her, pulling her up to me. I put my hand behind her neck, my other hand on the small of her back, pull her toward me, and kiss her firmly. We almost fall back onto the couch, but I hold her up. "No, your room." "Ok."

She walks in before me, and I turn to close her door. She sits on her bed, and I start to light her several candles. "Take off your clothes. Then lay on the bed. On your stomach." "Why?" "I'm going to give you a massage." While she undresses I look around for her massage oil, which I have spotted many times when just hanging out there. By the time she has finished undressing I have found the oil, and I take off my shirt.

She's lying on her stomach, and her back looks beautiful in the candlelight. Soft, slightly pale, with a sensuous, deep channel sloping into her spine. I open the bottle of oil and hold it over her back, letting some dribble out onto her shoulder blades and then down her spine. "It's cold," she shivers slightly. "I know."

I set the bottle down on the floor, and rub my hands together to warm them. Then I place my hands on her shoulders and start to work in the oil. She sighs. I knead her shoulders with my fingers, spreading the oil around. I start to work my hands over her shoulder blades, then I press her back firmly with my fingertips. She lets out soft sighs now and then. I caress my hands down her back, then rub them back up to her shoulders. The oil has warmed up.

I pick up the bottle and drip more oil into my palm, rubbing my hands again to warm it up. Then I face her feet, place my hands on the small of her back, and firmly push my hands downward, over her ass. This gets a deep sigh, almost a moan. My hands go across her cheeks, spreading outward to the side. I sweep them back, and cup each cheek in my palm. Then I draw them upward, pulling her cheeks apart slightly. Another sigh. I continue to caress her ass, squeezing, kneading, and spreading. With each stroke I let the tips of my fingers creep further in between her thighs, but I don't go all the way there. Not yet.

I pour more oil into my palm, and begin to massage her hamstring, and her inner thigh on her right leg. I work the oil into her leg, stroking firmly. My hands crawl dangerously close to her crotch, but I always swerve them away just in time. I work down her leg, over the back of knee, caress her calf. When I reach her foot, I give into temptation. Lifting her lower leg off the bed, I start to lick her toes, then I suck each one into my mouth, biggest to smallest. She likes this.

She starts to moan. Then she tries to roll over. I put my hand in the small of her back, "No, wait, I'm not finished yet." I drip more oil into my palms and work on her other leg. This time I skip her toes, because now I am starting to get impatient.

I take a bit more oil, and go back to massaging her ass. I am facing her head now, and with each stroke, up and over her cheeks, I sweep my fingertips further and further between her legs and pull cheeks apart a little more each time. The tips of my fingers start to touch the fringes of her pubic hair, then the edges of her vulva. She parts her legs a little, I pull her cheeks apart a little more, and the tips of fingers stroke across her labia. She lets out a deep moan.

I can hardly contain myself now. I rub my hands down between her thighs, caressing her labia with my fingers. The massage has gotten her a little wet. Now she's getting wetter. I run my left hand farther between her legs and seek out her clitoris with the tips of my fingers. My right hand is caressing her labia, my fingertips getting wet. She's breathing heavily and letting out the most arousing moans.

I rub the tips of my fingers over clitoris, and she raises up her hips to give me better access. With my right hand, I play with her opening with my middle finger. When my fingertip is coated with her juices, I push it into her. But not far, and I twirl it around just inside her. She lets out a deep, throaty groan.

She's moving her hips up and down now, pushing herself into my hands. I can't wait any longer, so I lean forward. I take my hands and place them on her ass cheeks, spreading them apart. Then I put my face between her legs and flick the tip of my tongue up and down on the edges of her labia. She practically screams. I flatten out my tongue and use it to spread her lips apart. She tastes incredible. I give her a long lick, starting from her clitoris, going right up through her lips, and at the end, I push the very tip of my tongue inside her.

Then I push my tongue in as far as it will go, draw it out, and lick back down to her clitoris. She's so wet now it's getting all over my face, dripping down my chin. I am licking her clit, playing with it with the tip of my tongue, flattening my tongue and rubbing her clit with it. My face is pushed right up into her crotch, with my tongue on her clitoris, my nose is practically in her vagina. I can hardly breathe. She's gasping.

Suddenly, I decide to do something I have never done before. I bring my tongue up, over, and between her labia again, across her opening. Then I go up further. I flick my tongue gently around her anus. She moans and reaches back for my head. I grab her hand and continue to lick her. She starts writhing. I slide my tongue back down between her legs.

She's in a frenzy now. She's moaning, saying my name, gasping, letting out tiny yelps. I grab her cheeks again and spread them way apart. She throws her legs apart, and I lose all track of everything. All I know is that I have my face buried in between her thighs, and I am doing everything I possibly can with my tongue to her clitoris. She's thrusting her hips back against my face, and then she starts to scream. I hope her other roommate hasn't come home.

She's lifted her ass up in the air, and I am hanging on for dear life. Her thighs are quivering, and she's pulling the sheets in every direction. As she subsides, I continue to lick her gently. Finally, I draw my tongue back through her labia, flicking the tip at her opening, and I sit back.

I put my hands down on the bed on either side of her hips. She's trying to catch her breath. I lean down, gently brushing my chest up her back. Then I lay down on top of her, my left cheek against her right, and I reach up and take her hands in mine. "Did you enjoy that?" "You must be kidding." I kiss her cheek.

"I hope your not worn out already." "You're kidding again." "Roll over."

I stand up, and she rolls over onto her back. "What." "There are still parts I haven't massaged."

I pick up the oil and drip it onto her breasts. I make sure to get some on her nipples. "Now it's my turn to have fun." "That wasn't fun?" "It was. This is more fun for me."

As I said, her breasts are small. With her laying on her back, they are almost completely flattened out. But they do rise up in gentle mounds, topped with perfectly round, dark pink nipples. Her areolae are about the size of a silver dollar. Her nipples stand hard and erect, just big enough to suck on. I rub her breasts firmly, spreading the oil around with my fingers and palms. I caress her breasts with an upward motion, gently cupping my hands under her breasts, then running my thumbs over her nipples as I work my palms around the sides of her breasts. Then I run my hand, palms flat, down over breasts. Then back up again. She starts to moan again.

I run my hands over her stomach, working the oil into her flesh. Then I lean down and suck on her left nipple as I bring my right hand over right breast. I take her right nipple between my thumb and forefinger and slightly twist and pinch it. She gasps. I flick my tongue over each of her nipples, alternately biting and sucking. I switch back and forth between her breasts, and whichever one I am not licking, I am caressing. I run my tongue over her chest from own nipple to another, then drag my tongue in a large circle around the edge of each breast. I stop at the bottom of her right breast and draw my tongue up to her nipple. I put my entire mouth over he nipple and suck. Her chest is heaving, and she's moaning loudly again.

She reaches up to undo my jeans. She practically rips my jeans open. Then she thrusts her hands into my boxer briefs. She wraps her hand around my penis and starts to stroke it. Meanwhile, I have not stopped licking her breasts and sucking on her nipples, which are now quite swollen. She pushes my jeans down over my hips, and I stand up and let them drop to the floor. She spreads her legs apart and grabs my arms, pulling me down on top of her. "I don't want to wait anymore."

I hold myself over her, my hands on the bed on either side of her hips. I am more erect than I have ever been, and there is s large drop of pre-cum at the head of my penis. "Now." I lean down and brush the head of my penis against her labia. "Please." I rub it up and down, gently pushing into her more and more. She wraps her legs around my hips and grabs my shoulders. She thrusts up against me, and she is so wet, I slide right in.

I catch my breath. Shut my eyes. My head swims. She is warm. Wet. Tight. I moan loudly, and she responds. I start to move in and out slowly. I draw my penis back until the tip is just barely inside her, then I push slowly all the way back into her, grinding my pelvis against hers at the end of the stroke.

Gradually, I pick up the pace, pushing in faster and harder. Her hands are pushing against my chest, and she raises her hips to meet me on every stroke. Our moans are like a chorus. I lean forward and kiss her, my tongue probing into her mouth. She responds, and I draw my head back, so that our tongues are playing about outside our lips. Now I am thrusting into her hard and fast. She's grunting, moaning, yelling my name.

I lean back and hook my arms underneath her knees. I lift her legs up over my shoulders. My shoulders are under her knees. I am pounding into her now, and her head is thrown back. She's not making a sound, but her mouth is wide open. I thrust myself deep into her, and just stay that way, grinding my pelvis against her. Now she's screaming. "Don't stop!" "I won't."

With each stroke I grind myself into her harder and for longer. She's thrusting her pelvis up into me every time. Despite the fact that her apartment is cold, I am dripping with sweat. It's running down my face, into my eyes. I lick my lips and I taste her sweet juice mixed with my sweat. She has her hands on my hips now and is pulling me into her.

I start to feel her tighten around me. Little pulses at first, but then stronger. This is the hardest part for me, it brings me right to the edge. Finally, her vaginal muscles grip me and pull me in, and suddenly they relax. She groans, screams my name. I come. A lot. Unlike most of my orgasms, this one builds up in my feet, crawls up the backs of my legs, and hits me right dead center. I feel like I can no longer see, but it's because I have my eyes clamped shut. I am grinding against her, and I feel like I am exploding all over my body. Then it subsides, but I keep feeling little quakes, small bursts of pleasure every few seconds. I release her legs and collapse into her arms, gasping.

She wraps her arms around my shoulders and her legs around my waist. I am still semi-hard, and I draw out of her slowly, feeling my semen follow me out and run over my penis. I kiss her on the cheek, then on the mouth, our tongues idly playing. She's sighs, "Mmmgghhhhmmm." She kisses my cheek, and then I roll off her to her right. I wrap my right arm around her waist and bury my face in her neck. She reaches back and puts her hand on the back of my neck, playing with my hair.

That's how my fantasy ends. Too bad that night actually ended with me walking home in the snow. But after all she is my girlfriend's best friend.

Abbey



I met Abbey last week when my wife hosted a boutique sale in our house. Abbey was the merchant who essentially brought her store to our home. There were probably 20 or more of my wife's friends in attendance. But even with the variety of attractive women in my home, it was Abbey who has captivated me and led to several fabulous masturbation sessions.

As I write this I feel as though I can smell her radiance. Abbey is a lovely, petite Jewish girl with strong Mediterranean features. My guess is that she is in her early thirties. Most striking to me were her facial features. Lustrous dark brown hair. Big brown eyes with petite trendy glasses and a magnificent smile showing perfect white teeth.

I walked into the front of the house as they were setting up and was introduced to Abbey. It was very informal since she was hurriedly setting up for the sale. Later however, we met in the kitchen as she was coming for a drink and I was going for an update on how things were moving along. This was our only one-on-one conversation that evening. Abbey was appreciative of us opening our home to her and our friends/customers and commented on how pretty our home was. I immediately tried to direct my questions toward what she was all about.

We were only about two feet apart, but I struggled to catch her scent while maintaining constant eye contact. I'm sure my imagination is wild, but I do not think mine was the only attraction. I immediately felt as though I could talk to Abbey for hours and I had an incredible urge to hold her.

My fantasy of Abbey is one of pure romance. I find myself meeting up with her accidentally in a public place and engaging in conversation. I drop the hint, rather directly, of my attraction to her hoping she not only feels the same, but will keep it between only us. Later Abbey contacts me and declares a desire to see me as well. I cannot even imagine how wonderful that first kiss would be, as I hold her beautiful face in my hands, stare into those deep brown eyes and lower my lips to her mouth. I want to taste every part of her and feel her warm breath meeting mine as our tongues join in an erotic tangle of lust. Abbey's head falls back and I cup her head with my hands while entwining my fingers in her lustrous long hair. From her mouth, my lips trace her jaw and find her ears and the nape of her neck. Her scent is delicious. I lick and kiss her neck as I slide her blouse from her shoulders. Eventually all of the buttons are open, the blouse falls away and Abbey stands in front of me in only a simple cream-colored satin bra. I continue my endeavor to taste every part of her. My objective is simply to please this fabulous, beautiful woman and have her enjoy the carnal release of sexual desire. 

As I continue down her chest, my mouth comes to rest between her breasts as I soak up her scent and the hollow sound of her deep breathing. Slowly, I undo the front clasp of her bra, and she allows the straps to slide down her arms. Abbey's breasts are revealed to me for the first time and I enthusiastically cater to them. Her nipples are dark pink, but not as brown or large as I had imagined. The buds have grown under my attention and I gently suck on one while tenderly massaging the other. Abbey seems to thoroughly enjoy the attention paid to her breasts, but as I wander below she subtly presses my head down. Seemingly inviting me to explore her flat stomach and the heaven waiting below.

Before dropping to my knees I silently lift my shirt over my head and take off my pants. I now stand before my desire, naked and obviously aroused. Abbey reaches for my swollen penis. Her touch sends shivers down my spine and I quake at the sensation. Her lust turns to surprise when she realizes that my crotch is shaven and is as smooth and hairless as a child. The eroticism overwhelms her and the desire is evident on her face. I tell Abbey that my turn will come later. For now, this is about her.

I drop to my knees and open her pants. Her hips hold them up but I slide them over and down her legs revealing the matching cream panties, already damp and smelling of a woman in heat. The perfect shape of her body overcomes me. The flowing hips and athletic thighs. Her strong calves; perfect feet. Until now I have not laid my eyes upon her lovely toes. Perfectly pedicured and freshly painted.

As I kiss and lick her hips and pelvis, my hands gently massage her round ass and knead the firm cheeks of her butt, pulling her toward my waiting mouth. My kisses surround her heavenly pussy, which, to my surprise, is very neatly trimmed and inviting. I can see her brown lips sticking out and the hood just below her hairline hides the sensitive bud that I will soon caress. My kisses now cover her thighs. As I move from leg to leg my warm breath is blown onto her burning pussy, now glistening with moisture. The time is not yet here for that delight. 

I motion for Abbey to lie on the bed. I straddle her and again begin the trek down her gorgeous body being careful not to over stimulate her swollen nipples or moist pussy. As I progress down Abbey's legs, I take first one and then the other. Slowly massaging the thighs and calves before getting to my personal torment, her beautiful feet. 

Holding a leg up off the bed, I raise her foot to my mouth. My assault begins at the heel as I drive my thumbs in a deep massage and continue through her arch and the balls of her feet. Abbey moans with delight. Slowly now I run my tongue under her foot. Gently nibbling her heel. The scent is hypnotic. Clean and fresh. My tongue runs along and between each of her toes. Slowly I place each one in my mouth. Abbey shivers with delight at this new sensation.  As I finish making love to her beautiful feet I lean back on my own feet and allow my hard on to jump from my lap. In one last motion I wrap her feet around my prick and melt at the erotic image of her toes holding the head of my swollen cock. I get lost for a minute but catch myself and again apply all my energy to satisfying this beauty.

Abbey spreads her legs and begs me to enter her. That will come in good time. For now I am going to take her to the heights of orgasm with my mouth, tongue and fingers. I lower my mouth to her wetness and she shudders in anticipation. My tongue works her slit from bottom to top, taking in the fluids of her desire. Like a small penis my tongue penetrates her tunnel in and out, my hot breath driving her wild. As I move up, her swollen clit is begging for attention. I gently lick the bud and then take it between my lips in a sucking motion. This drives Abbey wild. She arches her back and tries to escape the sensation that is taking her over the edge. However her bucking has allowed me to get my hands under her ass and I have a firm grip on her butt, pulling her into my waiting tongue. Abbey's breathing is uncontrollable now and she begins to moan as a long, strong rush of orgasmic pleasure takes over her body. The moistness of her pussy is now a creamy flow and I increase the pace of my licking to keep up with her. I remove my tongue from the bud of her clit and again run up and down her lips. Cum is dripping down between her cheeks. With that I tell Abbey to grab her legs and pull her knees to her chest. My eager tongue cleans up the fluids of her orgasm. As I lick down my tongue brushes the pucker of her anus. A new, unknown sensation takes over. I sense her pensive curiosity and continue to lick the tight hole. The feeling is unlike any Abbey has ever felt. Forbidden yet so delightful.

I stop and roll Abbey to her stomach and gently pull her to her knees. As my hand reaches between her legs and rubs her clit Abbey begs for more. I stick a finger in her pussy and begin moving in and out. My thumb inches up and rubs the pucker of her anus driving her into a frenzy. Slowly my thumb finds its way into her hole as I bend over to lick it as well. Abbey has all she can take and begins to tremble as another torrid of lust comes over her. In an uncontrollable frenzy Abbey begs me to make love to her. At this point, I too, am beyond resisting. I remove my hand from her pussy and take my position behind her. Holding my throbbing dick I guide it into her pussy and slide to the hilt. Abbey shrieks with satisfaction. I grab her hips and slowly thrust in and out of the steaming hole. Her pussy is hot, soaked and incredibly tight. Gently I slide my finger into her ass. This is more than Abbey can take and she explodes with yet another violent orgasm. As I glide my dick and finger in and out of her in unison, Abbey is lost in a wave of pleasure. The sounds, smells and images are more than I too can stand. I quickly pull out and roll Abbey to her back. I want to look in her eyes so she can see my desire and appreciation for her allowing me to give her such pleasure. I push her knees to her chest and drive my cock into her with everything I have. Looking down from above I see her sweaty face and beautiful eyes looking directly into mine. Her lovely feet are at my face and I eagerly lick her toes as my own orgasm approaches. I grab each foot and quicken my pounding of her pussy. Suddenly the all too familiar feeling comes over me as my balls tighten and I know there is no turning back. I drive one last, deep thrust. Holding my dick in her as my pelvis rubs her mound. Spasm after spasm overtakes my cock as I empty my semen into her. We collapse into each other's arms in a forbidden embrace knowing we can never completely have each other.



Abbey & The Other Woman



"Well, you asked and I told you," I said quietly. "It would be the best birthday present you could ever give me."

My wife looked at me inquiringly, almost patronisingly, but not in the least shocked by my answer to her question.

"You know I've never done anything like that before," Abbey said. "At least, not since I left high school."

To cut a long story a little shorter, my wife had asked me what I wanted for my fortieth birthday. My answer had been simple: to see her make love to another woman! I had tried to make my reply seem lighthearted, joking. But Abbey had seen through me immediately. I think she had always known of my perverse little secret, my lustful desire. As I say, she didn't seem at all shocked or even surprised and so I took the bull by the horns and let her know my request was absolutely serious.

"It's something I've always wanted, Abbey," I said. "Just the thought of seeing you with another woman gets me so damn hard I can hardly think straight!"

"I know, hon. I know." Abbey voice was cool and soothing. I was trying to find words to justify my request, but she just put her hand on my arm and quieted me. "I've always known that you wanted this, David. It's a bit weird to me but I love you. I love you David so I'll do it! I'll make love to another woman while you watch us! Just leave it all up to me, okay?"

I was astonished that it had been that easy. Not for the first time, I thanked any God that cared to listen that I had such a wonderful, sexy wife.

The next few days were torture at work. I couldn't concentrate on my job and was constantly letting my mind drift off into wonderful, hazy daydreams where women of all shapes and sizes were crawling all over each other kissing and fondling smooth sensitive flesh. I seemed to have a hard-on from the moment I awoke to the moment I went to bed. Abbey mentioned my new found virility with great enthusiasm and made the most of it, fucking me every night or massaging my cock whilst reminding me of the fantastic treat that was in store for me on Saturday night, my birthday.

At last the week finally ground around to Saturday. I finished work at lunchtime, telling my boss that I had some personal business to take care of and that I would see him on Monday morning. I got a few unsympathetic looks from him and reminders of my recent poor work performance, but I figured that after this weekend I would be back on form again. I made my promises to this effect and grabbed my jacket from the back of my chair.

The house seemed very quiet when I arrived. I had no real idea of what to expect other than what Abbey had promised me. That was in itself enough to have my cock straining almost painfully against my underwear.

"Up here, darling!"

Abbey's voice pierced the sullen silence and shook me from my reverie. My heart fluttered almost missing a beat as I realised that she was already upstairs and, from the sounds of light, female giggling, not alone! This was it, I thought. All my married life I'd wanted this and now it all came down to this one moment. Oddly I felt a little apprehensive. What if Abbey liked the other woman too much? What if she turned against me, against all men? What if.... The thoughts raced around in my head, but I realised that my crotch was leading me now not my head and it was leading me irreversibly up the stairs in the direction of the spare bedroom.

The door creaked a little as I pushed it open slowly. I could hear the sounds of muted laughter coming from within and, although still a little apprehensive, I was keen to see who else was with my wife.

"Hi honey!" Abbey almost whispered as I entered. "I'd like you to meet Candy. Say Hi to David, Candy.

"Hello, David!"

For a moment my mouth just lay gaping, my jaw almost on the floor. The dark haired woman looked very similar to my wife. Short, brown hair, carefully applied make-up and a pretty, smiling face. Both women were also similarly dressed in jeans and both were already topless.

"Er...Hi, Candy!" I managed to stutter quickly as I closed the door behind me.

"Why don't you take a seat and get comfortable, darling?" Abbey continued indicating the two-seater sofa that lay against the wall. It seemed a good idea, from that position I would have a perfect view of all that happened.

Slowly, Abbey stretched back on the guest bed. I could see both women's breasts and it seemed that both pairs of nipples were already hard and erect. I assumed that Abbey and Candy had been "getting to know each other".

Slowly, Candy began to kiss my wife's upper body. Starting with her lips, the two women tongued each others open mouths with obvious delight. Giggles had now given way to groans and moans of pleasure from Abbey as her new-found lover began to tease the hard buds of her nipples with long, painted fingernails. Eventually the kiss broke. Candy gasped air into her lungs and slowly kissed her way down, over my wife's slender neck and to the upper slopes of her breasts. I could see her thin, pink tongue darting out between even, white teeth as eventually she began lapping and kissing Abbey's pert nipples. Candy spent a considerable time concentrating on this area of my wife's body and, from the way that Abbey was arching her back and trying to push her tits towards the other woman's mouth, I guessed that she was certainly doing the right thing!

After a few more minutes of Candy's oral caresses, her lips and tongue once again began their journey closer and closer towards the waistband of Abbey's jeans. I could see the wet pattern that her tongue had traced over my wife's flat stomach and both I and Abbey gasped at the same time as, eventually, Candy popped the button that held the jeans up.

"Ohhhh,, God, Yes....take them off!" Abbey panted as she arched her back once again and raised her butt almost a foot from the bed.

But first, Candy seemed to want to make herself more comfortable. With a sly wink in my direction she slipped her own jeans quickly down her legs. Having come prepared, without the incumbrance of panties, I was treated to a full frontal view of the now naked woman. I gawked, she smiled, and with a quick lick of her index finger she slid the dampened digit slowly between the folds of her pussy. My cock ached painfully as I watched her close her eyes and groan deeply in her throat. But quickly, she seemed to remember why she was there - a true professional, I wondered?

In a second, Candy was again busy with my wife's jeans. The zipper was eased down and as Abbey raised her hips once again clear of the bed, Candy slipped the gament over her rounded buttocks and halfway down her legs. Abbey giggled and raised her legs high into the air to enable her lover to remove them and her black, lace panties completely.

Now both naked, the girls began kissing once again. Their hands were all over each others bodies, touching, fondling, groping. They seemed to be completely wrapped up in what they were doing and so I doubted that either of them would mind (or even notice) if I decided to whip out my dick and relieve some of the pressure that had been building up. Quietly I lowered the zipper on my suit pants and released my belt. I let my hand wander over the stretched fabric of my shorts feeling the solid hardness that lay beneath. Pre-cum was already leaking from the tip and staining the cotton, so I quickly pulled the waistband down and watched my engorged member flip out into the open. The window of the room was still open and I could feel a light, pleasant breeze wafting gently over my tight balls and causing my rod to stiffen even further. As I openly masturbated, the girls were moaning and groaning their obvious lust for each other. 

This time Candy was on top of my wife and rubbing her lithe body up and down Abbey's torso. Starting slowly and gently, she quickly built up a lot more speed as the wet, brown thatch between her thighs ground itself over and over against Abbey's more sparsely trimmed mound. Every time that Candy pushed herself forward and their cunts contacted, her tit fell level with Abbey's mouth. Obviously not wishing to waste a happy coincidence, Abbey immediately began sucking and biting on the engorged bud. 

All of a sudden, Candy reacted. I had never seen a woman so obviously aroused by having her nipples nibbled, but the proof was beyond doubt. With a high pitched howl and a shudder that shook her entire body, the naked woman convulsed over and over again as her climax swept over her body. Happy that her actions were having the desired effect, Abbey continued with her most pleasurable task in fact biting a little harder each time and causing Candy to cry out louder and cum again.

"Mmmmm...now it's time to taste that sexy little pussy of your's, sweetie!" gasped Candy as she slowly subsided from her orgasms. "I wanna give you the same huge climax as I just had!"

This was fine by me! My prick had never felt harder and it virtually throbbed in my hand as I stroked it. As the two girls got into position on the bed, I moved closer, reseating myself on a hard backed chair a mere two feet from the bed. I was so close I could smell the sex in the air.

"Looks like the birthday boy has got a little excited!" giggled Candy as she looked over at me. With my pants around my ankles and my turgid cock slapping against my belly, it occurred to me that I must have looked faintly ridiculous. But I cared not! I would have gladly paid any money at all and looked like the dumbest guy on earth to be where I was right then!

"Just shut the fuck up and lick my pussy!" begged Abbey as her hands slid to her lovers buttocks above her and spread them invitingly.

I looked deep into Candy's pussy. She was really wet after her intense orgasm and the folds of her cunt glistened in the half light of the dimly lit room. While my wife's fingers played with Candy's pussy and tiny puckered ass, the other woman's head dropped between Abbey's spread legs. From the moans and screams of pleasure that were emanating from Abbey's direction, I guessed that she was receiving an equally good tongue lashing as she had given earlier.

"Yes...yes...yes...lick my cunt...oh, fuck, yes....lick me...suck my clit....OOOHHHHHHH!!!"

Watching candy tip my wife over the edge of climax and into an abyss of pure, unadulterated pleasure was also too much for me. Leaping to my feet, I felt the cum begin to boil up from my tight balls and surge along my shaft. I had to cum and I had to cum now. And what seemed more important, I had to cum over the girls! With my feet planted firmly on either side of the two convulsing and shaking women, I pointed my cock directly downwards and tugged my foreskin back once. 

That was enough. With I cry I unloaded myself thickly watching my hot, sticky cream splash obscenely onto Candy's's upturned buttocks and dribble in tiny rivulets over her skin and onto my wife's face that was still between Candy's thighs. Jet after jet of cum spurted from the end of my spasming tool until I thought that I would never be able to cum again! Sitting back down again, exhausted and flaccid I was treated to the sight of the two girls again locked in a sensual kiss as my wife generously shared my hot semen with her lover.

My Fortieth birthday was certainly the best day of my life so far. They say that life begins at this age - I hope so, because we have invited Candy and her boyfriend over next weekend. This time I hope to see my sexy, slutty wife with another man - Maybe I'll tell you all about it!



Abbey, Bethany and Amber



Lenny was restless. James, Jeff and he had come to Majorca from Detroit to find and fuck girls while they were on holiday. They were all in their early to mid-thirties and fairly fit. They had been told that English girls were good at 'letting their hair down' whilst on holiday and that sounded like the sort of action they were after.

So far things had not gone well. It seemed to be the season for girls to come on holiday with their husbands and boy friends. A phone call back home to his friend who had originally sold him the idea of the holiday confirmed they should have gone to the island of Ibiza. 

It was too late now they had paid for their accommodation for the rest of the week.

"Why don't I try on my own?" he asked the others, "It's always a bit intimidating to be approached by three men rather than one.

They agreed and drew lots. Lenny won. He set off in good spirits that night, sure that the tide would turn for them.

He went to a club where the lights were low and the music soft. It was not that he had any great objection to loud music but it wasn't conducive to the sort of chatting he had in mind for his pick-up.

Abbey sat on a stool at the end of the bar feeling very conspicuous. She was waiting for her sister Bethany, but Beth was late. Abbey decided that she must have gone off with her latest heartthrob. He was a boy she had flirted with on the flight out and she had met up with him on the previous day. Abbey's mother had insisted they get back to the apartment at the stroke of midnight.

Lenny noticed the lonely figure at the end of the bar. She wore a white cotton top which left her shoulders bare as well as an inch or two of her midriff. He noticed the pink satin bra straps across her shoulders and speculated briefly as to whether she wore matching panties under her short black skirt. Her long shapely legs were beautifully curvaceous, her hips and waist even more so. Her feet were in white toe-less sandals; her light brown hair was tied in a pony tail. Overall she made a very desirable package. 

Lenny wandered slowly over and sat beside her at the bar.

"Care to dance?" he asked her in a soft deep voice.

She looked at the handsome young black man beside her, his teeth dazzling as he smiled at her. She began to smile back, liking what she saw.

"Sure."

He slid off the stool and she did likewise. He took her fingers in a gentle grasp as they moved onto that part of the floor where there was a wood-block area for dancing. He took her in his arms and they started to dance. Lenny prided himself on his sense of rhythm and she seemed to be adept at following.

At first he held her traditionally, but as the music changed to a slower rhythm, he moved them closer together. Her tits were pressed against his T-shirt and her belly moved against the growing mound between the tops of his legs.

Lenny began to wish he had made sure he was more firmly tucked in down there, but the girl didn't seem to notice. Or, if she did notice, she didn't mind him getting a hard on for her. She rested her head against his chest. 

On a sudden impulse, he bent and kissed her forehead, just at the hairline. She looked up at him and grinned.

"What was that for?" she asked.

"For being such a good dancer," he replied, "and such a nice girl."

She hugged him. Dancing had been getting difficult as the floor area became more crowded. They were now swaying to the music but barely moving their feet. Both his hands were around her and her arms remained in the hugging position. 

Lenny stopped worrying about his hard-on. She had surely felt it by now. And she showed no sign of disapproval. Indeed she was, he realised incredulously, moving ever so slightly against it. He felt a tingle of rising anticipation which made his cock press even harder into her belly.

The music stopped and the other dancers left the floor. Lenny and the girl were the last to leave to go. He was sure she sighed as they parted from each other's grasp. 

"My name's Lenny," he informed her.

"I'm Abbey," she introduced herself as she got back on her stool. 

He brought her hand to his lips as he said,

"Delighted to meet you, Abbey. Can I get you another drink?"

She asked for a vodka and orange.

"I don't want to be rude, but are you sure you're old enough? You look about fifteen!" he told her.

"Of course I am. I was eighteen last month," she insisted.

He ordered the vodka together with a dry Martini, stirred not shaken, for himself.

Abbey wore a wide grin as he turned back to her.

"You've been watching too many James Bond movies," she told him.

He laughed too, "It was one of those crazy moments. I just couldn't think of anything else to say."

That started a long conversation about the James Bond movies, other films they liked and film stars in general.

They danced again. And again, as the floor filled with other couples, they found themselves standing swaying in time with the music. This time he had no doubts as she deliberately moved herself against his erection. He let one of his hands slide down onto her ass. He pulled her tightly to him, grinding his cock against her. 

She looked up into his soft brown eyes, "That feels good."

She wiggled her hips a little, rubbing against his cock as if to make sure he understood what 'that' she was talking about.. He understood perfectly. He placed a finger on her shoulder and rubbed along her bra strap.

"Are you wearing pink panties too?" he asked quietly.

"You'll have to wait and see for yourself," she was really laughing now.

"We'd better go back to my place then," he suggested.

"We'll have to hurry, Lenny," she told, "I have to be back with my folks by midnight."

Once inside their apartment, Abbey put her arms around Lenny's neck. She kissed him.

She whispered, "I've never had a black man before. Please be gentle with me, Lenny. I've heard about the size of cock some of you guys have!"

Lenny returned her kisses. This was exactly the sort of girl he was looking for. He took her into his room, stripped off his T-shirt, dropped his jeans and boxers and dropped down onto the bed on his back. His cock stood up boldly, tall and stiff. He felt proud of it. Abbey stood beside the bed, 

"Oh! What a whopper!" she cried when she saw his magnificent fuck-pole, "You really will have to take it easy with that great thing."

She hadn't taken anything off, but it became apparent to Lenny that his girl wanted an audience. She slowly peeled off her top, showing him her lovely satin bra. C- cup, he guessed. Not bad for an eighteen year old. Then she unclipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor.

"Yes! You were right. They do match," she said as her pink satin panties came into view.

She sat on the edge of the bed and reached behind her to undo her bra.

Lenny couldn't wait. He cupped her breasts in his hands and started fondling them through the bra to delighted squeals from Abbey.. Lenny realised she had deliberately sat in that position so he could reach her tits. Very slowly, she unhooked and removed the bra. Lenny now had his hands full of her tits and she was moaning almost like she was climaxing already. He ran his fingers round and round her nipples.

She took hold of his cock and massaged it for a few moments, before lowering her head and licking it a few times. Lenny was burning with passion for her. He longed for her to take his cock in her sweet mouth. She just ran her tongue over the head a few more times.

"I know what Lenny wants," she looked at him coquettishly, "Lenny wants Abbey to suck his prick, doesn't he!"

"Lenny sure does!" he managed.

She smiled sweetly as she lingered a few more seconds before ever so slowly opening her lips and taking his cock into her mouth. Lenny let out a great sigh as it went in and she started slurping over it. As he looked at his stiff black cock going into the eager mouth of the pretty English girl, he couldn't remember a more delicious feeling. The transatlantic flight tickets suddenly seemed very cheap indeed! 

Lenny thought he was about to come. He didn't really want to come in her mouth, but it was too late. The contents of his balls rushed through the length of his cock and hit the back of Abbey's throat. She didn't seem to mind at all. She swallowed gamely, enthusiastically gulping down great globs of his cum juice. She massaged his cock to get the last drops out of it, before lifting her head and grinning at him.

"Lovely, yummy spunky cum for Abbey," she cried, opening her mouth to show him the last globule on her tongue before she swallowed it.

All the while she kept massaging his cock, keeping it big and stiff. She rose and dropped her panties. Then she climbed over him. Holding his cock in position, she began to lower herself onto it.

"Ow" she went as the great globular head popped into her cunt. He froze thinking he had hurt her.

"Don't stop," she implored him, "I need to be fucked."

His cock was sliding into her smoothly now. 

"How is it now?" he asked.

"Abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous," she told him, "Your prick feels beautiful, way ahead of anything I've ever had before."

Lenny carefully rolled her over, keeping his cock thrust up into her cunt. Lying on her back with her legs spread wide as possible, she smiled up at him,

"Come on now Lenny, fuck my brains out." 

He began to hammer his cock into the lovely sexy girl as hard and fast as he could, making her whimper and moan as she experienced one orgasm after another. Lenny was pumping load after load of cum into her as his passion for her demanded satisfaction.

At last, they lay side by side exhausted from their efforts. Eventually she turned, pulling his arm around her as she nestled up to put her head on his shoulder.

"That was marvellous, Lenny. Easily the best fuck I ever had," she told him. He grinned back at her, "You're welcome, Abbey. You were pretty good yourself."

Meanwhile, back at the club where Lenny and Abbey had met, James and Jeff were tossing a coin over the blond girl sitting on her own at the end of the bar. Jeff won and James disappeared.

The girl was as far back as she could get, almost out of sight around the curve at the end of the bar.

He noticed red eyes as if she'd been crying. He wandered over.

"Can I be of help?" he offered gently, "Are you waiting for someone?"

"My sister," she replied without looking up, "I was late and she must have gone on without me."

The rhythm of the band was good and there was something appealing about this girl.

"Would you care to dance?" he asked.

"Now she looked up and saw a tall dark handsome man with a wide grin. He looked like he could give a girl a good time. She nodded, giving her eyes a last wipe as she got off her stool and walked over to the dance area with him. It was South American, a samba. She realised she couldn't do it. She said so.

"Just follow me, I'll guide you," he ordered.

As he held her tight and whirled her around, she found the samba was child's play as a dance. Or maybe it was the way he made it for her. Anyway, she was suddenly enjoying herself again in the arms of this stranger. Life was looking up. She felt sorry when the music ended and the musicians trooped off for a break.

"Can I get you a drink?" he asked.

"Mmm.... Yes, please. A vodka and tonic."

He ordered drinks and then, "I should introduce myself. I'm Jeff Morgan from Detroit at your service."

"I'm Bethany Sanders from Romford, Essex," she responded.

"You seem much better than when I first noticed you, Bethany," he said conversationally.

"I was upset," she looked at him as he raised an eyebrow in query, "It was some guy I met on the flight out. My sister and I both wanted window seats, so we were sitting apart. He sat next to me and chatted me up. We arranged to meet out here, which we did earlier tonight. But he turned out to be ..."

"Go on, Bethany," he urged. He liked the sound of her accent and liked the feeling that she was opening up to him.

"Well, he was very selfish, you know."

At that point the music started up again. 

She had stopped talking, so Jeff asked her to dance again, an offer she seemed eager to accept. It was a slow smooch, so Jeff held her tight and they swayed gently in time with the rhythm. She seemed to press against him more than before. It had Jeff wondering just what her last remark actually meant. 

As they weren't dancing properly, Bethany's arms went round his back and her hands were flat against his shoulder blades. Having nothing else to do with his own arms, Jeff simply wrapped them around her. He felt her holding him tighter, her mound grinding into his already too obvious erection.

When they sat down again, he asked her what she meant by being selfish.

"He just wanted his own satisfaction. He wasn't at all bothered about me. I could have been a robot for all he cared," she sounded cross.

Jeff got the picture. She didn't have to spell it out further.

Bethany wore a navy blue chemise style dress. The bodice was very fine lace. When the lights were dimmed, the ultra-violet made her look as if she had just her white satin and lace bra on above the waist. She caught him looking at her under the dim light and grinned. 

"I suppose you'd like me to take the rest of the dress off too!" she admonished him.

He grinned back, "I was simply admiring your pretty bra, Bethany. It seems a shame to keep these things hidden sometimes."

"They're not hidden from everybody all the time, you know," she said quietly,making it sound almost like an invitation.

Jeff stood up.

"Would you like to take a walk?" he asked her.

"Where to?" she enquired, then provocatively, "Your place or mine?". 

On the way back to the boys' place, they walked along the shore. Bethany took her shoes off and waded out until the water came up to her knees. Her dress finished three or four inches higher and the water was calm. He wanted to be with her but couldn't get his jeans rolled up that high.

'Fuck it,' he thought, 'What's a pair of wet legs put against holding this dream close to me?'

He waded out to her and took her into his arms. He cupped her lovely face in his hands and kissed her, starting gently, moving slowly, increasing the pressure until they were kissing open mouthed with their tongues intertwined. 

Some distant passing ship had stirred up a wave, long since becoming a smooth swell. As their kiss ended, the swell lifted the water around them until Bethany was waist deep. Then it subsided.

Jeff thought she might be annoyed but she just laughed and threw her shoes up onto the shore.

"I might as well go for a swim," she announced.

With that she launched into the water and swam until she could just touch the bottom. She stood there up to her neck and called to Jeff, 

"Come on it's nice and warm."

Some what reluctantly he swam out to her. The water didn't get over his shoulders where she was. She put her arms around his neck and jumped up on him, her legs going round his waist.

"Do me a favour, Jeff," she asked, "Take me now."

She kissed him with a sense of urgency.

"Come on, Jeff. I've always longed to do it like this. Fuck me now if you want me."

As he unzipped his jeans and got his cock out, she pulled her panties to one side. Although aroused, his cock wasn't all that big, probably because of the situation. But it was big enough for him to start it on its way into her. Once into the warmth of her cunt, it expanded rapidly.

"Oh, Jeff! That feels great," she cried as he started thrusting it in and withdrawing it in a steady rhythm. Suddenly she started a low moaning, increasing in volume and pitch until it became a scream. He turned so she was facing out to sea and couldn't be heard from the shore. The very last thing he needed was for some ass-hole to come out to save them. At least not before he had come too! 

He increased the pace as he felt his balls swell with cum juice. As she started to climax again, he shot his load of cum into her willing cunt. It was exquisite timing. He pumped load after load of cum into her, thinking how lucky he had been to meet this lovely young girl just at the right moment for both of them.

They waded ashore, picked up their shoes and made their way to his place. They stood under the shower together, rinsing the salt out of their clothes before hanging them up to dry. Then they went into his bedroom and climbed into the bed. She went down on him, taking his flaccid cock in her mouth and getting it up to size for some more energetic fucking before they went to sleep in each others' arms.

Meanwhile James had wandered from bar to bar. He didn't get drunk, but he couldn't be described as completely sober when he ended up going towards the bar where he had left Jeff.

Then he saw her. She was the same age as he was, about thirty-five. A fading blond, almost a light brunette. But although she was facially quite attractive, it was her body that caught his attention. She wore a white blouse, the front of which was stretched tight across a lovely pair of D-cup tits that stood out proudly in front of their owner. Her hips and waist were sumptuously curved, her ass beautifully rounded, and her long legs fabulously shaped. Her slight belly looked so sexy too, in a Marilyn Monroe sort of way. Her tight black skirt had a slit which showed a flash of white satin with every step she took.

James was almost drooling as she walked along. He followed her as she went into the bar he had been heading for. He followed her into it. He was feeling pretty sober now that his attention had alighted on this beauty.

She had gone up to the bar to get a drink. James did likewise. 

She sat down and James followed her. 

"Excuse me, Miss, but what's a girl like you doing all alone in a place like this?"

She raised her eyed and looked him up and down. She must have liked what she saw because she smiled, replying,

"Waiting for the right guy to come by and ask me up to dance."

James held out a hand to help her up and they made their way onto the dance floor. He found her to be a very responsive, light-footed and pliable partner. She seemed to move gracefully and effortlessly in time with him. 

And her soft, voluptuous body captivated him. She smelt enchanting. It was as if he was holding every dream of womankind he had ever had in his arms. He was glad he had tucked his cock away securely as he was sure it would otherwise have made its presence known to her. She told him her name was Amber and he introduced himself as James.

After the dance ended - all too soon for James - they sat again at the table and talked. She told him she had two daughters on holiday with her. He asked where they were and said he would like to meet them. He told her he was on holiday with a couple of buddies. 

She remarked that she wasn't sure where her daughters were at that moment, but said perhaps she could introduce them to his friends. To James it sounded too good to be true. He took her hand and met no resistance. 

Then she moved his hand to her knee, pressing it gently down.

"You're very young to have two grown up daughters," he ventured.

!I'd had them both before I was eighteen," she told him.

"That would be illegal in some states," he said.

"Well, in England the age of consent is sixteen and I was still sixteen when I had Bethany. Abbey was born less than a year later."

"What happened to their father?" he asked.

"He got fed up with all the responsibilities at such a young age. He ran off when Abbey was still in her nappies. I've never seen him since, although we got maintenance payments for a long time; until he was killed in a motorbike accident four years later, in fact," she explained.

"What happened then?" James was interested in her life.

His cock had somehow got out and was lying, throbbing against the inside of his leg. She had found it and her hand was lightly massaging it. She sat with her legs together. He had moved his hand to the triangular gap her skirt made with her thighs. As his fingers moved under her skirt and into that gap, she opened her legs a little.




Abbey, Bethany and Amber



His hand continued up the inside of her thigh.

"I got a job as a stripper at a couple of nightclubs. They paid fairly well and there were always extras," she caught her breath at the end of the sentence as his fingers reached the gusset of her panties and began stroking. Her own hand was now openly massaging his cock.

"Your place or mine?" he asked with a grin.

"Yours, I reckon," she replied without hesitation, "I wouldn't want my girls coming back and finding us in 'flagrante delicto'."

They hurries back to James' place. He noted that his buddies were both back because their bedroom doors were normally open during the time they were up and about.

Inside his room, they began taking their clothes off. James finished an easy first. He threw himself down on the bed and watched her undress. She played up to him, moving slowly and seductively as she discarded one item after another. When she got down to her bra and panties, James offered to help. She sat on the bed facing away from him, allowing him to unhook her bra and slide the straps off her shoulders. His hands went round the front to cup her tits and he began to play with them as he heard her sigh. She grasped his cock in her hand, massaging it gently.

She got up and took her panties down.

"Aren't you going to suck my cock?" he asked.

"Not yet, James. I want it in me first. Cock sucking can come later after you've given me a good fuck!" she said with a wicked smile.

She got onto the bed beside him and opened her legs as an invitation. He rolled on top of her. She took hold of his cock and held it against the lips of her cunt. He drove it smoothly into her. She was very wet, he noticed, and his cock slid right in with no bother. He began to thrust in and she responded with her own movements enhancing the experience for both of them.

He had a sudden thought, "Amber, what did you mean by extras?" he enquired.

"Oh, just some of the customers wanted to shag me. If they offered enough, I'd give them what they wanted. It usually added a lot to our income," she was candid enough to admit.

He was already past caring whether she had been a whore or not. He began to come and, as she felt him begin shooting his cum into her, she climaxed too.

After a few moments to get their breath back, she went down and took hold of his cock again. Now she started licking it, gradually taking the head into her mouth. Then as it began to expand rapidly, she somehow opened her throat and took more and more of his prick into her mouth and throat. Her head bobbed up and down as she began to slobber over her treasure. James felt himself coming again and warned her but she took no notice. He felt on top of the world as he shot his cum into her mouth. She swallowed gamely, working his cock with her hand as if trying to get as much as possible into her mouth to swallow.

James felt good and told her, "That was the best fucking blow job I've ever had, Amber. Absolutely the greatest."

She kept on sucking to maintain his erection. Then she mounted him and lowered herself onto his still upright prick with a sigh.

"James, many years ago when the girls were small and we were poor, a young black guy came and offered me a lot of cash for a fuck. When I'd finished the act, we went to a motel and he fucked me and fucked me all night long. It was fabulous. I've been fucked by dozens if not hundreds of fellows, but he was the very best. He came back the following week and paid to fuck me again. We had a great time, I didn't think I'd ever had it so good. Then he asked me to marry him."

As she paused, James put in, "And did you marry him?"

"No. I turned him down. I liked him, the sex was fantastic, he was a nice sort of guy but it was a long time ago. There was a lot more prejudice about then. So I said no because I was afraid. I was a coward. I'd fallen for someone deemed unsuitable and so I turned him down. I couldn't tell him why. He left and I never saw him again," she looked into James' eyes, "When I saw you earlier tonight you reminded me very strongly of him. That's what drew me to you in the first place."

She was sitting astride him, still impaled on his cock. They rocked back and forth, savouring the intimacy, enjoying each other's sexuality.

James felt himself coming again. Amber had already experienced several orgasms in that position so he felt no regrets as he came without warning and shot another great load of cum into her.

As they stopped, he told her, "I was very attracted to you when I saw you walking along the road leading to the club. And I think I fell in love as we started talking. It was nearly love-at-first-sight and that's something I never believed in."

"Aren't you put off by me having been a whore?" she asked.

"It wouldn't worry me if you'd had a dozen men a day for the last twenty years, Amber. And what would you say if I asked you to marry me?"

"I'd say ask me tomorrow when you've had less to drink and don't be surprised if I accept," she grinned at him.

She curled up against him in the crook of his arm, her head on his shoulder and went peacefully to sleep.

She was still asleep when he awoke next morning. Voices raised outside in the lounge had disturbed him. He wrapped a towel around his middle and went swiftly out to see what was up. He was confronted by two gorgeous young girls, a blond and a brunette, in their underwear, hugging each other and squealing in delight. Lenny and Jeff, also still in their underwear, were looking on bemused.

"What's all this then?" he inquired.

Lenny spoke up first.

"Jeff and I have been fucking these two all night and they never got to meet until this morning. Apparently they're sisters and didn't even realise they were being fucked right next door to each other until they went to make some coffee."

James stepped forward and held out his hand to one of the girls.

"I'm James," he said.

"And I'm Bethany. Pleased to meet you, James," she smiled in a vaguely familiar way.

"Hello, James. I'm Abbey," said the other girl.

Abbey and Bethany! The names combined to give James a jolt. These two lovely creatures, who his buddies had been fucking all night, were Amber's daughters! Wow! He looked at them standing in their bras and panties with Jeff and Lenny standing by them in boxers. 

James wasn't sure what to do or say next. So he excused himself, went back and climbed into bed beside Amber. He dosed.

When they awoke, the girls were gone, much to James' relief. Amber prepared breakfast for all four of them and talked to James' friends throughout the meal.

Afterwards she remarked to James,

"What a great couple of friends you have there. I just wish my girls could meet some young men like them."

James nearly yelped with delight. Instead, he retorted,

"Well, why don't you bring them along with you tonight and we'll have a bit of a barbecue and a bit of dancing. Then we'll see how they get on."

Amber went back to the apartment where her daughters were pretending to be asleep. She undressed and put on her nightie and a housecoat. Then she woke them up with coffee and biscuits.

Later, over breakfast at which she ate little, Amber said to the girls that they would all be going out together to a party that night. The girls weren't too keen. They wanted to be with Lenny and Jeff again but they went along with their mother's plan. There was, after all, another ten days of their holiday left. 

So later that day, Amber took her daughters to the apartment James shared with Lenny and Jeff. At the introductions, the girls smothered their surprise. They were soon all gathered round eating and drinking. Then Lenny started the music. He soon had the delighted Abbey in his arms dancing, The same with Bethany and Jeff.

"They all seem to be getting on well, don't they!" she remarked to James.

He could only nod in agreement. Things were working out very well.

"You're a darling," he told her, nibbling her ear.

Amber wasn't surprised when, after about an hour of dancing, James led her to his bedroom. 

"They'll miss us," she protested.

"No they won't, honey," he insisted, as he took her dress off, "they've got each other."

He pushed her onto the bed and mounted her. She hurriedly pushed her panties down and he slid his cock into her. She was as wet as he guessed.

He drove his cock in hard, thrusting and trying to go deeper and deeper into her. 

"Fuck me, Jamie, fuck me hard," she cried.

She convulsed and moaned as she came, seconds before his balls erupted sending their stream of cum-juice out through his prick and into Amber's eager welcoming cunt.

As the sensations died down, they continued to move against each other for awhile.

Then they lay still. 

"Do you want to go on top now," he asked her.

She nodded, climbing over him and lowering herself onto his still semi-rigid cock.

As he bottomed out in her cunt, she paused.

"Ssh! It's very quiet out there," she said.

They both realised that the music had long ago ceased 

"What are they doing, do you think?" she asked.

"Well, Amber darling," he suggested, " I expect my buddies are doing to your daughters exactly what I've just been doing to you!"

Amber smiled at him, "I just hope they enjoy it as much."

There was a low moaning.

"Was that Abbey or Bethany?" he joked.

"Definitely Bethany!" her mother asserted. 

"I expect Abbey will come soon," he cupped his hand behind his ear as if listening intently.

"She'd better or I'll have words with your friend Lenny tomorrow morning," she joked.

"You're a woman after my own heart," he whispered to her, "I love you, Amber."

She was moving herself up and down on his prick now. 

"I love you too, James," she responded, "you're every woman's dream of a man. Tall, strong, handsome and great in bed! What more can a girl ask for."

"If we are still of the same mind by the end of this holiday, I'm going to ask you to marry me," he told her.

"If we are still getting on as well as we are now I might well accept too," she cried.

"It's a pity Lenny and Jeff are too old for your daughters or we could have had a triple wedding," James remarked.

"What do you mean too old," Amber retorted, "If they're not too old to fuck the girls, then they're not too old to marry them. Especially if they get my daughters pregnant!"

There was a distinct moaning sound that carried through the bedroom door. 

"That's Abbey!" Amber recognised her daughter's voice at once, "She sounds like she's been well and truly fucked to me." 

"I can vouch for Lenny and Jeff both being very well hung, as they say," James volunteered, " I reckon your girls are having a whale of a time on their pricks."

"I sure hope so," Amber smiled, "I didn't bring them out here on holiday with me to waste their time on wimps. What my daughters needed was to enjoy some good orgasms on a couple of good stiff cocks."

"I'm surprised you chose black cocks for them, Amber. It's one thing for a mother to let her daughters have a good fuck but many would object to it being on black cocks."

"I don't see anything wrong with white girls enjoying a couple of black pricks. I once refused that guy I told you about because he was black. That was a big mistake. I want my girls to take their cock as they find it, black or white. Just so long as they enjoy it, what does it matter anyway!"

"Lenny and Jeff both enjoy oral fucking too," James informed the girls' mother as she went out to make some coffee.

When she came back, she told James, "I think I heard Bethany sucking Jeff off. At least she was saying, 'you can come in my mouth' to him. I really am glad that the girls have met such nice guys as your friends, though. And as far as I'm concerned they can suck and fuck together to their hearts' content. I've absolutely no qualms about it at all. My daughters deserve a good time."

James pulled her down onto the bed, rolled her over and got between her legs. 

"I'm just going to fuck their mother again," James announced as he slid his cock into her and started pumping away again. He soon induced an orgasm for her and came himself a few moments later, shooting his second load of cum of the morning into Amber's eager cunt.

They hardly left the apartment for the rest of their holiday. Neither did Lenny and Abbey or Jeff and Bethany.

Well, would you?



Abbey Habits



“Abigail.” Said Mother Superior.

“You are a novitiate who has spent almost a month within our community. You were sent here so that we might assess your potential to become a member of our ancient and secret order. Yet you were seen last Friday frequenting a Public House and have confessed as much.”

She paused. “I find your stated desire to remain within our walls and to complete your training difficult to believe.”

Abigail pressed herself further into the hard parquet flooring. She was laying face down on the floor, arms outstretched. Her white robes bunched around her body. She wanted to say something to excuse her guilt but knew that now was not the time.

Mother Superior turned to the other person lying next to Abigail. To the ungodly the only difference between the two prostrate figures would seem to be the colour of their robes.

“Sister Mary.” She continued, “As one of our younger members it was your responsibility to act as moral guardian to this young woman. In that respect you have singularly failed.”

Mother Superior paused again, mulling over the respective characters of her charges. Problems like these were all too common these days. She sighed, youngsters today! Still she had hoped for better from both of these young women. 

Indeed, she expected more because of their own previous good behaviour. Finally she made up her mind. A test of character, yes. Something that would sort the wheat from the chaff.

“Sister,” she said. “You will spend a night of penance in the lower vault, where you will scourge yourself of your guilt in this matter.”

“Thank-you, Mother Superior”, said Sister Mary, her soft voice almost lost against the floor. 

“Who will be witness to my penance?”

“It will be Abigail.” Came the swift response. 

The Abbess continued, “Abigail, since you are still only a novice you will not be aware that any penance carried out by our Sisterhood must be observed by a fellow Sister. Novices are not usually permitted such.....insights. In your case you will observe Sister Mary performing her penance and in the morning we will see if you still wish to remain within our community.”

“Thank-you, Mother Superior.” Said Abigail, her voice betraying the fact that she did not really understand what all this meant. She was just grateful to get some sort of chance to prove herself.

She heard rather than saw Mother Superior leave the room and waited until she heard Sister Mary move before getting up herself. It surprised Abigail to see a flustered blush in the other woman’s face but Mary ignored the unasked question in Abigail’s eyes, indicating only that she should follow on behind.

It was after evensong when Abigail followed Sister Mary into the bowels of the Abbey. There they met, once more, the Mother Superior. 

Abigail had never been allowed to visit this area before and after some twisting and turning down narrow corridors was quite lost. Eventually the Abbess unlocked a thick oaken door and ushered the two women through it. Abigail jumped when the door slammed shut behind them and began to feel trapped when she heard the key turn in the lock.

Now she and Mary were quite alone.

The lower vault was a large room; two walls were bare and sparsely decorated. All along one side the wall had many candles burning on shelves and wall sconces. They gave off more than enough light to see by and enough heat to make the room one of the warmest in the Abbey. Along the final wall was a table with a Bible upon it; but it was not the good book that caught Abigail’s eye. 

Next to it was something she recognised only from a description she had once read. It was a martinet, the French version of a cat o’ nine tails - all thin leather thongs and sturdy leather wrapped handle. She was shocked to note that the handle had been carefully carved to resemble a man’s erect penis. Or at least what, in this company, she imagined an erect penis to look like.

Abigail was suddenly very wary of what was about to happen in this room and turned quickly to the door; but she stopped her flight as Sister Mary spoke.

“The door is locked. It will be opened again in the morning. No-one would hear you if you were to call out, but you have nothing to fear. It is I who will pay the price for your willfulness, I who will perform the penance. You are here only as a witness.”

Abigail watched the graceful economy of movement with which the Sister moved, placing a square cushion at one end of the room and indicating that this was where she, the novice, should kneel. Already she felt uncomfortable in the other woman’s presence; before she had absconded they had been close, friends almost. Feelings had been released in her young heart that she had not understood or been able to give a name. 

Being locked in this room, alone with Mary, had brought these unnamed desires back to the forefront of her mind. With considerable effort Abigail stifled the urge to speak, instead following the indicated ritual and kneeling on the carefully placed cushion.

Part of her discomfort was the knowledge that whatever Mary was about to endure it was because of Abigail’s behaviour. Mainly though, it was fuelled by her feelings for Sister Mary, feelings that she knew were labeled unnatural by some, and forbidden by many.

Abigail’s reverie was halted by her realisation that she had better watch what was going on and further shattered as Sister Mary began to disrobe. Startled she began to speak, “What are you...” She said, but was interrupted by her mentor.

“Silence.” Mary commanded, and continued, “Abigail, you are here to observe, and if I know the Mother, you are here to learn something of yourself. My penance is your test. For the moment you will be silent while I prepare myself.”

Mary went back to undressing, not stopping until she was naked. It was the first time Abigail had seen her hair, which while cut short was pretty and complemented the colouring of her eyes and skin.

With her last garment removed and neatly folded Mary placed them in a pile on the floor. Then the Sister crossed to the table and reverently grasped the handle of the leather martinet. She clasped it to her breast and to Abigail’s' eyes appeared to kiss the end of it. Then Mary padded on soft feet to the other end of the room, her eyes firmly fixed on the floor.

Other eyes, Abigail’s eyes, were fixed on the naked body of the other woman. This was almost too much. Even her wildest imaginings had not prepared her for the sight that now greeted her. 

Now she could see the firm upright breasts of the young woman, the lithe muscles and the curves of her natural beauty, all of which had previously been hidden behind her long robes.

Sister Mary stood with her back to the young novice. She held her feet apart, her arms out to the sides and then, with a grace that spoke of experience began to whip herself with the thongs of the martinet.

She started with her arms and moved on to her legs, from her ankles upwards, methodically covering every inch of bared flesh.

As she rhythmically slapped her own skin, so it changed colour, reddening as blood rushed around her body. Her breathing changed also; always controlled; yet it was possible for Abigail to see the rising effort that went into that control.

Sister Mary and the whip were almost dancing with each other, and the longer the dance went on the more physical and spiritual effort it cost. 

Abigail had heard about such things, especially within the old church, but had never seen anything like this. Her own response, though, was not what she would have expected. She could see the beauty of the other woman’s sacrifice and began to feel in awe of the changes she was observing.

Deep within Abigail was drawn to Mary's self-chastisement and a part of her began to enjoy the spectacle. She was sure that she was here to learn, and now she could feel herself on the cusp of a secret worth knowing.

Sister Mary now began to flick the long strands of the whip onto her own back and then down onto the curve of her buttocks. Here self control obviously became more difficult. Abigail could read her pain. Then she thought she could see something else, some other feeling rippling through Mary’s body. She wasn’t sure, but the gasp that escaped through Mary’s clenched teeth spoke of more that one emotion.

There was certainly more than one emotion coursing through Abigail. On one hand she was absorbed in the other woman, and in the other woman’s body. On the other, a warm pulse was tingling from between her legs, the sort of pulse that could normally only be dealt with by a long furtive rub after the lights went out.

All of this was topped by the knowledge that it should be her standing there taking this punishment, it should be her pale white cheeks feeling the sting of the leather.

Sister Mary turned to face the kneeling woman. Abigail noticed the light sheen of sweat that now began to glisten on her candle-lit skin and the intense focus of her eyes. Then she could not help seeing the erect state of Mary’s nipples. They were tense, blood filled with desire.

Abigail felt her own breasts tingle and grow in response. She began to find her robes uncomfortably hot. In her mind she put a name to her hidden feelings and groaned aloud with her acknowledged desire for the other woman.

She wanted those stiff teats in her mouth, wanted her own burgeoning nipples mouthed in return; and more. Abigail now knew that she wanted much, much, more.

Sister Mary raised her arm once more and her body convulsed as she began to sweep the leather flail onto her breasts. She criss-crossed her white skin with thin red weals, first one way then the other. This caused her already swollen curves to throb even more, a throb answered by the now insistent pulse emanating from the lips between her legs, lips that she knew were sticky with her own juices. She was close now, close to achieving release; the pain of her chastised flesh transmuting into wonderful pleasure. Soon she would not be able to help herself.

Briefly she wondered if Abigail would learn the lesson as she had learnt it two short years ago, but then other more urgent demands began to assail her nerve endings.

Abigail watched as Mary lowered the target of the martinet until the thong ends were striking her flat stomach. Then they fell lower still until they were beating at the curly hairs joining her legs, at the swollen lips that peeked out at both of them.

Abigail’s breath was coming in short gasps, she was loosing control, One hand crept between her own hot thighs, the other moved up to cup an aching breast. She was close but not as close as the Sister.

Mary beat herself harder, feeling her nub of desire bulging, soon, she knew it would be very soon. Her hips were thrusting, meeting the delicious sting of the many tongued martinet. She could feel the wave coming, drawing up its power. She fell to her knees as it broke. Release washed over her, sweet orgasm ripped through the pain. Unaware that she was screaming, Mary howled her release.

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Quickly though she had to gather her wits; now was the time when Abigail would be most malleable, now was the time for Abigail’s test.

Mary could see the other girl’s arousal; indeed, it had added to her own. That would make her task easier. Mother Superior was right. Abigail was ready to join their order. Now she had to prove it.

“Do you still wish to remain in the Abbey?” She asked, her voice barely recovered from her exertions.

Abigail was startled by the question. Her hand fell away from her breast as she too tried to gather her thoughts. She took her time to reply. When she began to speak it was as if the last barrier between them had lifted. “Yes.” She said. “Yes Sister Mary, I wish to stay and learn more.”

“And how can I be sure of this? Already you have let us down.” Mary replied.

Suddenly Abigail knew that this was her test. The wrong answer now and she would have to leave whether she wanted to or not. She chose her words carefully. “Sister. I am sorry that I absconded from the Abbey. I did it only because of the feelings that had arisen within me regarding my friendship with you. The Public House was a place where Gay people go, and Friday night was an all woman night; but I learned then that it was not other women that I wanted. It was you.”

She paused, hoping that Mary would speak. 

Abigail could no longer meet her eyes. 

Eventually though, Mary’s silence forced her to continue. They both knew that there was more to come. “I say this not to excuse my behaviour, merely to explain that I have learned my lesson. I wish to stay, and will do anything to prove it.”

“Strip.” Said Mary.

“What..?” Said Abigail.

“Strip. Now. Or leave” came the firm response.

Abigail rose and just as Mary had done before her took of her gown, folding it neatly into a little pile.

When she was naked she could feel Mary gazing at her body. The thought was not anything like as appalling as once it might have been. She had enjoyed Mary’s nudity; now she enjoyed returning the favour.

“Stand with your legs apart and with you hands on your head.” Abigail did so. “Look at me.”

It was an effort to raise her eyes from the floor. When she did so she found Mary looking at her body. Slowly Mary moved towards Abigail. 

There was a determination about her that Abigail feared. She feared it and she needed it all at the same time.

The first touch of Mary’s fingers was nothing like what she had imagined. Her fingers were warm and soft, teasing her nipples into full hardness. Abigail bit her lip. Then Mary put the handle of the Martinet between Abigail’s legs, rubbing her gently with the warm leather. 

Abigail gasped. As Mary kept up her wrist action Abigail could not help but to slowly thrust herself onto the welcome intruder. On and further on.

“Oh” She said. “Oh please..”

Mary continued to caress and manipulate Abigail’s willing body. Then she stepped a little closer and whispered into her ear. “Do you deserve to be punished?”

Abigail thrust herself harder on to the leather pole. “Mmm” She said.

“Say it.” Said Sister Mary.

“Mmm. Yes.” Replied Abigail, aware of her own wetness on the leather, her stiff teat in anothers’ fingers. “Punish me. I too must do a penance. I deserve it.”

Mary thrust a little harder with the martinet, pulled back her free hand and slapped Abigail’s breasts once and then twice. Instantly the slapped nipples grew harder, her flesh suffusing with the rush of blood.

“Oh,..Oh God.” Said Abigail.

“It is not God that we worship here.” Said Mary. 

“It is flesh. It is my flesh and your flesh. Are we not also known as The Forbidden Sisters?”

“Yes.” Said Abigail, but she was not really answering Mary’s question. Her body required an answer of it’s own. “Please..” She continued, and her hips remained thrusting, harder now, more demanding.

Carefully Mary took one of Abigail’s nipples between her fingers. She squeezed. She knew that Abigail was close. A little more pain mixed into the pleasure was required. She squeezed a little harder and saw a frown crease the younger woman’s brow. Still the thrusting continued. As did the squeezing.

"Oh..yes.” Said Abigail, her breath hot on Mary’s face. “Yes, ..please” She said.

Mary spoke into her ear. “I’m going to whip you girl. I’m going to whip you and then I’m going to make you lick me. It’s going to be a very long night.”

Abigail couldn’t help it. Her pulse quickened as dark images filled her mind. It was too much. 

She came all over Mary’s thrusting fingers, gasping hot desire into her shoulder Everything she had ever wanted had just come true.

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In the morning the Abbess found them wrapped in each others arms. Each of their bodies bore the marks of the night’s exertions. She was pleased. It was not every day that her order found a novice like Abigail, or like Mary. They were to be nurtured and trained.

Eventually Abigail, like Mary, might become a fully fledged Sister of the Order of Forbidden Indulgence. Perhaps even an Abbess, who knows? Soon it would be time to take a hand herself in Abigail’s education. She licked her lips at the thought.



Abbey Life



I am Sister Trina, a novice Karmalite nun. In status, hardly more than a serving wench within the Abbey.

Life is hard, the regime austere. That's the idea - it's supposed to be. An existence devoid of worldly excess is an end for which one must strive, or risk one's soul being lost to the very Devil Himself.

The monks even dutifully self-flagellate to purify themselves of carnal desire that overcomes them from time to time. As, for instance, when a new novice nun arrives at the Abbey, fresh from the city fleshpots - an innocent perhaps, but nevertheless a personification of forbidden pleasure. Almost reeking of... sin.

I had passed by the cloisters on several occasions, as my errands necessitated, and nearly always, it seemed, would happen upon Brother Thomas fastidiously tidying the rose garden.

Being of scant botanical background, I deigned not to suggest the plants need be pruned with quite such vigour, instead merely offering a polite, warm smile of kindness and nodding good day.

Continuing down the path, I was aware of my hips swaying gently from side to side, as do, of course, a woman's hips when she walks. But strangely I felt a burning gaze scorching 'ma derriere entier'. I dismissed the very idea - urgh, an impure slutty thought. I put it down to my own wicked imagination - one I really must try harder to control.

Thomas was in trouble apparently. I assumed his horticultural incompetence had landed him in hot water with Mother Superior. I felt sorry for him. A tongue lashing from the Mother was probably more uncomfortable than a dozen birch strokes of his own administration.

I felt smugly relieved not to be responsible for the garden's wellbeing. It was a surprise, therefore, when I discovered that I myself had been summoned to our dear Mother's rooms.

As I made my way there, that strange feeling came over me again, only this time I imagined the eyes of the whole Brotherhood were upon me - a silent, concerted stare burning every part of my robed female form. Could I even detect the intense smell of... lust?

It seemed I had transgressed. The kindly Reverend Mother, who naturally had only my spiritual wellbeing at heart, asked me for explanations to things I couldn't explain. And in truth, I had really no idea why Brother Thomas had found the need to masturbate in the rose garden on a daily basis.

It was decided that I should undergo some precautionary cleansing of the soul - a simple purification process, a ceremony in which brothers and sisters of the Abbey generously assist. I was so grateful that such trouble should be gone to on my behalf. I went to prepare myself.

The twilight hour arrived. As did to my room a pair of Sisters of Mercy - Charlotte and Emily, women to whom I was oddly attracted. Their confident composure, their natural friendliness, their pert, young... bodies.

Sister Emily I secretly nicknamed Sister Hotlips, on account of her extraordinarily full red ones - a most ungracious association of course, and I was ashamed.

Sister Charlotte had a long thin face, like one would expect of a witch, with small mouth and long chin. I had watched her eating in the refectory and marvelled at the way nature compensated by providing such a long versatile tongue.

They kindly explained that they were to escort me to the Old Hall - exciting because it was somewhere I had yet to visit. I was to present myself in my 'natural' state - one which existed before worldly temptations had ever sullied me. In simple terms, as naked as the day I was born.

But not to worry - my modesty in transit was guaranteed. They had brought me a wonderful long cloak, hooded with simple tie-strings at the waist and neck. A robe of sumptuous, black... satin.

There was that odd feeling again as I entered the candlelit hall, as if eyes were all over my body. And again, that heady aroma of lust. I felt comforted that the ceremony was intended to abolish such sinful ideas.

Mother Superior sat with the Abbot, a kindly old gentleman who had not hesitated to authorise my induction to the convent. Standing to the side I glanced Sister Jane - a young, attractive, athletic, though rather haughty-looking girl to whom I had difficulty warming.

The Mother herself began the proceedings, reciting texts from an ancient-looking scroll - no doubt a uniquely valuable treatise on decontaminating souls.

The exact nature of my treatment became no less of a mystery to me, since the bulk of it was in Latin, a language of which I am shamefully unfamiliar, except that I could pick out odd words - sororem nostram Trina, exit Satan, flagellus multus, viginti quinque...

"Ok" I thought, "sounds convincing. Let's hope it works."

And if 'flagellus multus' was what I thought it was, it couldn't be more than a symbolic scourge with some light instrument. And wielded by the frail Mother Superior, there was nothing of which I should be at all afraid. Was there?

The Mother ended her introduction in verse, thus: "Let not Satan dull our rigour, apply the rod with vim and vigour. Sister Jane, please proceed."

I gulped.

I was led to the celebrated Altar of Purifax, before which I stood, proud and upright. The sisters loosened my robe's tiestrings and the garment slithered sensuously to the floor, exposing my naked body. I was sure I heard gasps from an attending shadowed throng.

I was beckoned to kneel. Each Sister took a wrist and attached beautifully crafted straps of soft calf's leather, adjusting them for firmness without discomfort. Oh, those Sisters, they were so kind.

Short chains locked into steel eyes at the sides of the altar. I was unafraid. What if I screamed? The whole village would hear and surely scurry post-haste to my rescue. The answer quickly was forthcoming. Sister Emily said "Say Ahh".

And as though responding to one's doctor's orders, I instinctively opened wide and said "Ahh". She plopped into my mouth a ball the size and colour of a large ripe cherry tomato, securing it with a strap around my head - and far too tightly for my liking. 

"Is that comfy?" she whispered.

"No" I answered, "it's too fucking tight".

Sister Emily obviously misinterpreted my muffled protest, obviously hearing it as "Yes, it's absolutely fine and dandy". Sister Charlotte placed a pillow under my tummy - a nice kind thought. But surely she hadn't noticed the pillow was covered with stiff bristles which intruded rather indiscreetly with my maidenhood.

As more straps secured my ankles, I looked up. Ahead, in a large mirror, I saw my own face, distorted by the gag. And my own bottom, protruding high into air. And behind me, the brothers - all of them it seemed, lined up, in a silence broken periodically by slight coughs, audible intakes of breath, shuffling of feet and rustling of cassocks. All praying hard for my soul... I believe.

I could also watch Sister Jane. Not that I particularly wanted to, just that I was intrigued by the sound of her steps across the stone floor - as if she was wearing... stiletto heels? Surely not. But her long cloak concealed any evidence.

The Sisters of Mercy were stroking and patting my bottom cheeks - not unpleasant, I mused. Stroking and patting I could withstand until every sin in the universe had been expunged from my person.

Charlotte and Emily stood aside. Sister Jane approached... those heels... those heels. And a smile, always cold and aloof, now more so. More pronounced, it showed genuine glee. And I shuddered.

My anxiety was not abated by the sight of the rod she was flexing - swishing it through the air with practice strokes that made a whoppping and a swoooshing.

With hood down and draped across her back and shoulders, her long hair was gathered and tightly ribboned. Wearing to-die-for soft black elbow-length leather gloves, Jane took up her stance, feet apart, one hand on hip, the other arm outstretched. She played the supple cane gently up, down and across my white, and rather lovely buttocks.

My reaction to the first cane stroke was to cry "Oh My God" as best I could give the restraint of an imitation tomato in my mouth. I failed, only managing an "Oh My", the second stroke arriving on the "God".

Several more arrived and all I seemed able to do was gurgle "Ohh murggh Ohh murggh Ohh murggh" which was humiliating for one normally so erudite.

There was a lull. She had finished. Thank the Lord. The Sisters of Mercy were stroking and caressing - their cool hands blissfully quenching the fire in my bottom. Someone had been counting aloud. I heard a "Deci something-or-other" and the Sisters of Mercy retreated.

The stilettos. The practice swoooshes. The positioning of the cane on soft flesh. The searing pain of what seemed like fifty but was probably a mere dozen more. My thoughts drifted to a luxurious Caribbean beach.

I sipped a Daqiri Cockbender as gentle waves crashed on the silver sand. I sniffed my cocktail. Urggh. Smelling salts. The Sisters of Mercy were bringing me round - back to the flogging. Bless them.

The monotonal counting voice chanted "viginti something-or-other" and there were stilettos, swoooshes, a pause, a rod caressing my bottom cheeks, then more.

I was back on the beach, the waves crashing and thrashing again, only to be awakened by more smelling salts and Sisters of Mercy each fondling a breast, working the areolae and nipple between finger and thumb - obviously an auxiliary technique for combatting the evils of Beelzebub. And actually, by no means unwelcome.

The voice announced "Triginta" and Sister Jane and her heels departed the scene, her face a satisfied smirk.

"Well, that's over" I thought. "Back to my room, a couple of days to recover, and I'll be fine."

But wait. Sister Charlotte was crouched behind me. I was experiencing something new - something strange, but paradoxically so natural.

I adored Sister Charlotte - the way her lovely personality counterbalanced her ugliness. Thinking about her long darting tongue had always made me smile. Now here was I, feeling that same tongue inside me. Yes, inside my very private-most body part, comforting me, slipping effortlessly through outer lips, brushing aside that protective hood and stimulating the tiny anatomical miracle beneath. Intriguing me. Exciting me through my pleasure-button.

Sister Emily whispered something about preparing for the main event which I didn't quite take in, my senses being otherwise engaged. Then she, Sister Hotlips herself, leant across and took in turn each hanging breast teat between her gorgeous lips, juicing the nipples to proud erection and flicking them with her tongue. I was being made ready for something, but what? I glanced up at the mirror - the answer was there.

The brothers. Of course. Now, apparently, was the moment for their vital contribution to my salvation.

Each one, Brothers Alfred, Barnaby, Clarence... Xavier, Yves and Zacharius, plus numerous others the names with whom I was unfamiliar, were in line, eager and willing to do their kind, loyal duty in aid of such a worthy cause. I was so grateful people were going to such trouble on my account.

I had heard before of the sect's practice of Coitus Cohors, but never appreciated exactly what it entailed, imagining it to be sermons and much Latin mumbo-jumbo.

Only subsequently, was I to realise that both spiritual and physical bondage in a totally sharing community generated group strength, sanctity and protection from evil.

My backside was sore thanks to Sister Jane's contribution, but I succeeded in overriding my discomfort by momentarily enjoying a sweet empathy for my imaginary equine counterpart - a sensual racebred broodmare in heat, limbs bound to prevent kicking out, mouth harnessed to prevent biting (precautions against expensive damage to the valuable visiting stallion).

I almost heard myself whinnie, but Brother Alfred's sincerely whispered apology for not containing himself in the preliminaries caused me to nod forgiveness and whisper a sympathetic "Murggh.. amurggh".

Brother Barnaby was swift and silent, such that I experienced hardly any sensation. Then, after Brother Clarence delivered his seed within just half a dozen thrusts, he leant over to whisper that he would have to take the birch subsequently, and enquired whether I would be so kind as to administer the treatment for him later on. Again I nodded, and uttered "Murggh.. amurggh". And the proceedings continued.

In my girlish naivety I had never imagined there could be quite so much variation in the simple act of coupling. Being serviced by the entire Brotherhood enlightened me as to differing degrees of touch and tenderness, strength and duration, pre- and post-climactic moans and groans, and of course the variation in shapes and sizes of male apparatus.

Much as it intrigued, the episode was dominated by a single encounter - Brother Darcy. I had eyed him on several occasions around the Abbey and his angelic features, curled blond locks and hypnotic blue eyes had caught my attention and dandled with my affections.

Now he was upon me, whispering how much he had admired me from the day I joined the movement, how he found me mystically attractive, and that I permanently lodged in his living thoughts.

His hands caressed my neck, then he kissed a point between my shoulder blades which sent an electric shock through my spine. And as he made love, I reciprocated encouragingly with synchronised pelvic motions and my customary "Murggh.. amurggh".

My crush on Brother Darcy ascended to an altogether higher plane.

Back in my room, the loving Sisters of Mercy continued their unfailing support for me by insisting they lie either side of me in my narrow bed.

Sister Emily again kissed my mouth with generous warm juicy lips, supplementing my bodily fluid count with wetness from her tongue, while Sister Charlotte again attended soothingly to my other, normally unmentionable lips in much the same way.

I was ready for sleep. It had been quite a day.

As I lay on my back and shut my eyes, the Sisters took one of my hands each and clasped it to their own sisterly love mounds which I gently cupped, squeezed, stroked and fingered in gratitude for their selfless services that day. Their prayers, barely audible, were discernable as murmurs and groans going on into the night, until a blissful sleep overcame me.

Next day after Matins and attending to Brother Clarence's chastisement as promised (I did wonder whether his enthusiasm was quite befitting), my bottom still throbbed a little, but was a pleasant reminder of succulent lips, of darting tongues, of silk robes, of the sound of stilettos, and of brothers like knights-with-swords.

And especially of Brother Darcy - his romantic words, his tender touch, the electric kisses. And his love seed long saved up... for ME!

I glistened at the thought of them all, and a possible future encounter. I glanced out my window. The morning sun shone, causing the dawn's remaining dew drops to sparkle. One could almost sense the flowering plants joyously bursting opening with flower... oh Brother Darcy.

My lovestruck daydream was interrupted by the sight of the new novice nun, Anne - a young, pretty thing with pert frame and girlish gait, stepping purposefully with her basket towards the cloisters. Where Brother Thomas was busy, tending to... I smiled.



Abbey Loves Cock & Pussy



All Mary0256 stories promote safe sex.  Unless mentioned otherwise, all intercourse between unmarried couples includes the use of a condom.

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Abbey Robbins was in the middle of her king-sized bed with one hand toying with the folds of her virginal pussy and the other stimulating her large sensitive breasts. The eighteen-year-old high school senior was an honor roll student and a star player on her school's softball team. The fingering that she was giving her pussy was the extent of Abbey's sexual experience. She was a beautiful girl who had guys fighting for the opportunity to date her. She turned most of them down because dating was not one of her bigger priorities while she was in high school. Her studies and softball were her main priorities at this time in her life.

As a junior, Abbey had been an all-conference performer in softball. During the upcoming year, it was expected that she would be one of the best players in their conference. Abbey continued to diddle herself, trying to attain one of those mild orgasms that she had enjoyed in the past. When she had finished, she intended to take a shower and dress for her Saturday evening out. Abbey wished that she could get the courage to approach one of her more sexually active friends for some hints to make these fingering sessions a little more enjoyable. She enjoyed those sudden rushes that soaked her pussy; but she had heard other girls talk about powerful orgasms that made their toes curl. Abbey dreamed of the day that she could have one of those.

Abbey's parents had left a short time earlier. They were attending a party in a town about forty miles away and they intended to stay the night in a motel. As Abbey left the house on her way to her friend Jacky's house, she enjoyed the pleasant March weather that they were having. It was only two blocks, so Abbey left her car in the driveway tonight and enjoyed the walk. Abbey had not mentioned to her parents that she was going to Jacky's tonight because neither of her parents cared for Jacky that much. Abbey could understand her parents' feelings. Although Jacky was a very pleasant, intelligent and beautiful girl, she had a little bit of a wild streak in her. To Abbey's knowledge, Jacky didn't do drugs; but she did most of the other things that parents hope that their teenager daughters would avoid. Except joining Jacky for a beer or two, Abbey avoided the other vices that have caused her parents to dislike Jacky.

When Abbey arrived at Jacky's house, she learned that Jacky's parents were away for the night and that Jacky had invited a few friends over. Jacky's boyfriend, Don, was the first to arrive. Abbey became a little uncomfortable when Jacky and Don were more interested in making out than carrying on a conversation. A while later, Don's friend, Jerry, arrived. The door had barely closed when they heard the doorbell again. They were joined by Sally and her boyfriend, Bill. They were accompanied by David, who was a friend of Bill. Abbey was pleased to see the arrival of more people. She hoped that the presence of some more people would curtail the make-out session between Jacky and Don. However, Abbey was not very pleased when she learned that Sally had enticed Bill to bring David along so that Jacky would have a guy.

Abbey was stewing when she learned that Don had invited Jerry for the same reason. If she had been interested in a date for this weekend, she would have accepted an offer from one of the other guys that had asked her out this weekend. Abbey knew Jerry and David and, although they were both nice guys, neither was someone that she would consider dating. As the evening began, Abbey tried to make sure that she was sitting alone. She didn't want to give encouragement to either of these guys. The seven of them carried on conversations about various things.

Jacky put some music on her stereo and by the time that the second song was playing, Bill and Sally were dancing. Don and Jacky joined them. David and Jerry had each asked Abbey if she would like to dance. As politely as possible, Abbey had declined their offers. They had been there for about forty-five minutes when Jacky and Don went to the kitchen and returned with seven beers. Abbey was little hesitant to accept one. She had had beer occasionally in the past and she enjoyed the taste; but her parents had impressed upon her the dangers of underage drinking. Although she was often in disagreement with her parents' opinions on many things, she did try to comply with their wishes as much as possible. Abbey decided that one beer couldn't hurt her, so she accepted the one that Jacky offered.

The guys finally stopped bugging Abbey about dancing and everyone sat around talking. Abbey didn't object when she was brought another beer. She was beginning to enjoy the evening once the guys stopped trying to hit on her. It wasn't until she got up to use the bathroom that she realized that the beer was beginning to affect her. When Abbey returned from the bathroom, the others were sitting in a circle on the floor. An obvious opening had been left for Abbey between Jerry and David. Jacky got to her feet and handed Abbey another beer. That is when Abbey learned that they were going to play spin the bottle. Reluctantly, Abbey agreed to play.

When Abbey sat down, Don was holding the bottle, so he spun first. The bottle pointed directly at Abbey. Don moved across the circle and planted a kiss on her. Don's tongue began to probe at her lips. She did not push him away; but she didn't cooperate with him either. When his tongue could not get past her teeth, he broke the kiss. Sally was next and on her spin, she was fortunate enough that it pointed at Bill. She leaned over and began to kiss him. It was quite obvious that their mouths had opened immediately. Bill reached up and began to caress one of her breasts. His other hand was working on the buttons to her blouse. When she broke the kiss, the top two buttons to her blouse were undone exposing most of her bra and a generous expanse of cleavage. Sally made no effort to cover up when the bottle was handed to the next spinner.

David spun next and it pointed at Jerry. David exclaimed, "Hey, I'm not kissing no guy."

Don interrupted, "The rules are that if it points at a person of the same sex and you don't want to kiss that person, you kiss the next closest person. That's pointing more toward Jacky than it is toward Abbey. David, you get to kiss Jacky."

Bill asked, "How did he get to spin anyway; it was supposed to be my spin."

Don told him, "Too late now. Once the bottle stops moving; you have lost your turn until the next time around."

David leaned over and began to kiss Jacky. As he was kissing her, one hand moved to one of her breasts. Jacky grabbed his wrist; but she made no effort to move it away. It was Abbey's turn and she gave the bottle a violent spin. It pointed at Bill and he began to kiss her. One hand moved to her breast and she learned quickly from what Jacky had done. She found that by grabbing his wrist, he could keep his hand on her breast; but he could not feel the way that he had with Sally.

They continued for several more rounds. Jacky and Sally's blouses were now all of the way open and their bras had been unhooked. The bras were just laying over the top of their breasts keeping them somewhat concealed. They consumed several more beers while they were playing and Abbey was becoming a little looser. Abbey's mouth was now opening when she was being kissed and several times she had allowed the guy to openly fondle her breasts. She had resisted when they tried to unbutton her blouse. Once Sally had spun and it pointed at Abbey. Sally chose to kiss Abbey and she also fondled Abbey breasts. Abbey was surprised that she had found that experience to be quite exciting.

Jacky spun and the bottle pointed at Don. Abbey noticed that while Don was kissing Jacky that his hand had moved inside of her pants. Don's hand appeared to be working feverishly between Jacky's legs. Her breasts had been bared for everyone to see. Jacky's hips were moving rhythmically against Don's hand. Jacky finally broke the kiss and removed Don's hand from inside her pants. She was obviously excited and out of breath. She took several deep breaths before saying, "Shit. That felt good. Maybe too good. I think that we need to take a break from this game for a while."

The break had the opposite effect that Jacky had been looking for. Bill and Sally had moved to the couch and Bill had Sally's pants open. He was openly fingering her pussy and her boobs were completely uncovered. Don was groping relentlessly at Jacky and it was all that she could do to keep her clothes on. Jerry and David were both kissing Abbey. The number of beers that she had consumed had lowered her defenses significantly. She had stopped fighting them when they groped at her breasts; but she was still stopping them when they tried to open her blouse.

Jacky had hoped that a non-contact game would cool everyone off a little. She called everyone back to the middle of the floor. Jacky announced, "We're going to play truth or dare." Everyone moved back to the same positions that they had been in before. Jerry and David moved a little closer to Abbey than they had been. Jacky made sure that everyone had a fresh beer before they started.

Don went first and he asked, "Abbey, which do you want a truth of a dare?"

Unhesitatingly Abbey answered, "Truth."

"How many people have you had sex with?"

"None, I'm still a virgin and I intend to stay that way for some time."

Sally and Jacky had each, independently, thought that that was hitting below the belt. They all knew that Abbey didn't have sex with the guys that she dated. They didn't need to make her say it out loud. Truth of dare was supposed to be an opportunity to find out things about a person that you couldn't find out otherwise. They each decided that whoever kept up that line of questioning was going to get blasted with some personal questions that they didn't want to answer in public.

Sally's turn was next and she knew that about two months after Don had started to date Jacky that he had sex with her cousin. Sally said, "Don, your turn. Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"How many girls have you had sex with since you started dating Jacky?"

"Just two, you and Jacky."

Sally, Bill, Jacky and Don had switched off one night when they were at Sally's house; but that was not what she was trying to get out of him. Sally said, "Don, did you know that Rita Tackelberry was my cousin. Now does that information change your answer?"

Don stuttered and stammered before meekly asking, "Was that really after I started to date Jacky. It seemed like it was before." Don knew that the last part of the statement was false and Sally and Jacky knew that also. Sally knew because of what she had learned from her cousin. Jacky knew that it was a lie because of the way that Don had answered. Jacky was upset that her boyfriend had cheated and she was pissed at Sally for having revealed it in front of these people.

It was Bill's turn to chose and he like David who followed him concentrated on forcing Abbey to let everyone know how inexperienced she was. David and Jerry were each rubbing Abbey's thighs as she was trying answer the questions. It was supposed to be Abbey's turn; but Jacky interrupted before Abbey could call out a name. Jacky said, "This is supposed to be truth or dare for everybody. It isn't pick on Abbey night. We now have a new rule. Once a person has been called on, you can't go back to that person until two other people have been called. Let's spread this shit around.  Now, I am going next."

When Jacky called her name, Sally began to think of several embarrassing things that she didn't want everyone else knowing about. She decided that she had better take a dare. This was exactly what Jacky had hoped for; she was going to get Sally and Bill at the same time. Jacky knew that Bill was very self-conscious about the fact that his penis was only about four inches long. Jacky tossed Sally a hand towel and said, "Sally, I want you to give Bill a hand job while the rest of us sit here and watch." 

Sally began to open Bill's pants and Don reached across the circle and pulled the cuff of Bill's pants until they were below his knees. Sally pulled Bill's underwear down. Bill's small cock was already hard and it was beginning to drip some pre-cum. Sally began to stoke him very slowly at first. Bill's hard cock was the first one that Abbey had ever viewed in person. She was getting kind of excited by the sight. As everyone watched Sally stroking Bill, Jerry and David were aggressively rubbed Abbey's pussy through her lightweight shorts. They had each gotten a hand under her blouse and were feeling her bra-encased breasts. Abbey felt a rush between her legs when Bill began to cum.

Jacky announced, "Let's just keep going clockwise from here. It's Don's turn now." He called Jacky's name and she asked for a dare.

Don said, "Since you have done your best to embarrass everyone else, Ill try to do the same thing to you. I want you to bare your pussy and finger yourself in front of everybody."

As Jacky started to pull her shorts and panties off, she said, "I thought that you were going to try to embarrass me. You know damn well that I like to play with myself; an audience has never bothered me." Abbey watched as Jacky used two fingers to spread the lips of her pussy before sliding both of those fingers inside of herself. Abbey had never been so turned on in her life. She knew that her panties had to be soaked and her nipples ached so much more than they did when she fingered herself in bed at night.

Sally told them, "It is probably going to take Jacky a while to get off, so I'll just take my turn while she is finishing. Jerry, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"All right. I want you to take your cock out and get it hard. Then I want you to keep it hard for Abbey to look at for the rest of the night."

Jerry pulled his cock out and it was fairly hard already. He wrapped his fingers around it and stroked two or three times. It was getting harder by the second. His cock appeared to be about eight-inches long and it was fairly thick. A smile crossed Abbey's face as she looked at that hard cock that was within her reach. She fought the temptation to reach out and stroke it. Both guys were squeezing her breasts and they hadn't let up as they rubbed her pussy.

It was Bill's turn and when he called Sally's name, she said that she wanted a dare. Bill chuckled as he said, "Since you have been getting such a kick out of watching Jacky play with herself, you have to get naked and stay that way for the rest of the night."

Sally smiled as she replied, "I might as well be naked; my tits are already hanging out and my pants are undone." She pulled her blouse and bra off of her arms and slipped her pants and panties down her shapely legs. Bill's hand immediately went between Sally's legs and Abbey noticed that two fingers slipped inside of her. It was David's turn and he called on Abbey.

Abbey hesitated for a few seconds before saying, "Dare.  But I'm not getting naked."

Everyone was curious about what David had in store for Abbey. David announced, "You don't have to get naked.  You just have to strip to the waist."

Abbey was silent; but her hands soon began to move toward the buttons on her blouse. She slowly unbuttoned it. When her blouse had been tossed aside, she unhooked her bra and tossed it on top of her blouse. The guys and girls alike were amazed at the beauty and firmness of those large globes. David and Jerry gave the others about fifteen seconds to admire them before their mouths were trying to devour those beautiful hooters. As the two guys were sucking on her tits and rubbing her pussy, Abbey said that it was her turn. She chose Don and he asked for a dare.

Abbey told him, "I want you to do something that I have never seen before. I want you to eat Jacky's pussy."

Jacky squealed and spread her legs as she told Abbey, "You have done me a fantastic favor. All Don wants to do is fuck my pussy; he never wants to eat it." Sally's face began to turn red as everyone heard Jacky continue, "Hell, Sally has probably eaten my pussy more than Don has." Don's face was between Jacky's legs and he was lapping at that juicing slit.

Jerry's turn had come and he called David's name. David, as everyone had seemed to be doing, asked for a dare. Jerry pointed out that David was the only one who hadn't had to expose something, so Jerry wanted David to get naked. David quickly tossed his shirt aside as well as his shoes and socks. David pulled his pants and shorts off in one motion exposing his hard seven-inch cock to everyone in the room. It was noticeable that his shorts and the end of his cock were both quite sticky. The excitement of the activity around him had apparently caused David to cum in his pants.

David sat down next to Abbey and he began to play with one of her breasts again. He noticed that Jerry's hand was inside of Abbey's shorts. Abbey had never let any guy do that to her before and, although she knew that she needed to stop these guys pretty soon, the feel of a masculine hand on her pussy felt very good. Abbey had been drooling over the sight of Jerry's hard cock for some time and she reached out and wrapped her fingers around that hard, warm member.

Jacky was moaning as she declared, "Don's tongue feels so good in my pussy. It's time to forget this game. Everybody just do their thing." Jacky's legs were wrapped around the back of Don's head as she began to cum.

David had noticed that Abbey's fingers were wrapped around Jerry's cock and he hoped for equal attention. He reached out and took her free hand and placed it on his cock. A smile crossed her face as she realized that she had a hard cock in each hand. She began to move her hand on each cock and Jerry was soon erupting. He had cum all over his chest and some of it was splattered on one of Abbey's tits. She instinctively sucked it off of her fingers and found that it did not have an unpleasant taste. Abbey watched the end of David's cock as she slowly stoked it.

She was so engrossed in David's cock that she was hardly aware that Jerry was pulling her shorts and panties down. Instinctively, she lifted her ass so that he could get them down. When her garments had passed her ass, she straightened her legs so that Jerry could slide them all of the way off. Abbey continued to stroke David's cock. She didn't even realize that she was naked as she watched David's cum spew from the end of his pulsing cock. Abbey looked around the room and saw that Bill was fucking Sally and Jacky was riding Don's cock. She was licking David's cum off of her fingers and didn't even realize that Jerry was hard again and he had moved between her legs.

With one swift movement, Jerry jammed his hard cock into her virginal pussy. Abbey let out a scream and then felt the pain subside. Her precious virginity that she had cherished so much had just been taken from her and she hadn't even been given the opportunity to tell him no. The pleasurable feeling that she had felt when her pussy was being rubbed had not returned. Jerry pumped his hard cock into her sore pussy about four times before he came.

Jerry pulled out and Abbey had not had a chance to catch her breath before David moved between her legs. Abbey realized what he was about to do and she shouted, "No.  No, I don't want to.  Don't do this to me." David either did not hear her or he chose to ignore her. He quickly slid his cock into her, although he drove it into her a little less savagely than Jerry had done. David was moving considerably slower than Jerry had been. Although Abbey did not want to be doing this in the first place, she was beginning to feel some pleasure from the act.




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As David was trying to get his rocks off, Jerry noticed that there was some blood mixed with the cum on his cock. He complained, "That damn bitch is having her period."

Jacky looked at Jerry and pushed Don off of her. As she jumped to her feet, she exclaimed, "You dumb-fuck. She's not having her period. You mother fuckers knew that she was a virgin. What the fuck are you two cock suckers doing fucking her without a rubber. A fucking twelve-year-old knows better."

David came and when he relaxed for a second, Abbey pushed him away from her. Abbey jumped to her feet and rushed from the room. Jacky and Sally knew that Abbey was quite upset. They followed her and ushered her into Jacky's bedroom. While the girls were trying to console Abbey, Don began to unload on Jerry and David. Don told them, "You two have got to be the dumbest mother fuckers in the whole god damn world. You both knew from what was said earlier in the night that not only was she a virgin; but she was naïve and inexperienced about everything involving sex. You have both fucking blown it big time, tonight. If either of you knows what is good for you, you will get dressed and be gone before Jacky comes out of the other room. Then, maybe if you're lucky, she will have calmed down by the next time that you see her."

Sally came from the bedroom to pick up Abbey's clothes from the floor. When she saw Jerry and David getting dressed, she said, "I hope that you dumb asses are getting ready to leave because Jacky just said something about cutting your nuts off when she gets out here."

Jacky and Sally held Abbey and consoled her as best they could. Abbey finally got dressed. After they had been in the bedroom for almost thirty minutes, Abbey started for the bedroom door. Jacky asked, "Abbey, what are you going to do?"

"I'm going home. Why?"

"Why? There is no one here sober enough to take you home. You had better stay here."

"It's only two blocks. I can walk."

"It's almost one o'clock in the morning; you don't want to be walking at this time of night."

"I don't give a shit what time it is. The streets are well lit and I've walked it before. Later than this, in fact. I want to get into my own room and my own bed. I was having a good time tonight; but those assholes made it the worst night of my whole life. Staying here would just remind me of how much I hated what they did to me. At least they could have fucking asked me."

Abbey slammed the door on the way out of the house and briskly walked home. Once she was in her house, she double checked all of the locks and went to her bedroom. She stripped and after looking at the condition of her panties, she threw them into the trash. Knowing that she was alone in the house, she walked naked to the bathroom. She stepped into the shower and vigorously soaped herself for more than ten minutes. Then, she sat against the shower stall wall and let the water beat against the front of her body for more than thirty minutes. Abbey dried herself and went to the kitchen for a soft drink. She went to her room and pulled a baggy T-shirt over her head. She finished her soft drink and went to bed. It was nearing three o'clock before she got to sleep.

It was close to eleven o'clock and Abbey thought that she heard some movement in the house. It didn't matter to her; she had no inclination to get out of bed. Reggie and Amanda Robbins, Abbey's parents, had partied quite late the night before and had been later than planned in arriving at home. Amanda saw no sign that her daughter had been there all morning. She went to Abbey's room and saw that she was still in bed. Amanda asked, "Abbey, are you going to sleep all day?"

Abbey didn't even look up as she muttered, "I don't think that I will ever get out of bed again."

Amanda sat down on the edge of the bed and rubbed Abbey's back before she encouraged her, "Come on, honey, roll over and look at me. It can't be that bad.  Talk to your mama about it."

When Abbey thought that she had the tears under control, she rolled to her back. Amanda saw that Abbey's eyes were red and she asked, "How come the tears, baby? What's the problem?"

Tears again began to well up in Abbey's eyes as she told her mother, "Mom, I did something real stupid last night. Now I don't care if I live or die."

"Honey, it can't be all that bad. If it is not going to get you put in jail or get someone else hurt, we can work through it. We always have before. Tell me about the problem, Abbey. What did you do that was so stupid?

"I went over to Jacky's last night and there were a bunch of people there. We started out by having one beer. Well, we all had too many."

"Being with Jacky and drinking. That's two things that we have talked about before; but I take it that your problem goes beyond those two things.

Abbey proceeded to tell her how things seemed to be harmless enough when they started and how things began to escalate. She was honest and forthright as she explained what had happened, including how her virginity had been taken from her. Abbey concluded by saying as the tears flowed freely, "Mom, they both fucked me."

Amanda recoiled at the sound of that word. She chastised her daughter, "Abbey, you know that I hate that word."

Abbey responded, "I know, mom. There is just no other way to say it. They didn't just have sex with me and they definitely didn't make love to me. Mom, there is only one way to say it. They fucked me."

Amanda said, "Okay, honey. Get it out of your system. Did you want these boys to have sex with you?"

"Of course not, mom."

"Should we have them arrested?"

"God, no. I mean, I really didn't want to do it; but they didn't force me. The only things that they are guilty of are being horny and being insensitive ass holes. There is no crime in either of those things. No, it is my fault. I was the one who was stupid enough to get so drunk that I was no longer in control. I just feel so shitty, mom."

Amanda pulled her daughter to her and hugged her for a few minutes. Amanda said, "I know that you feel shitty, honey. There is nothing that I can do to make that go away honey. It is going to take time for that feeling to go away."

Abbey sat back against the headboard and appeared to be getting her wits back about her. Amanda said, "I'm not going to play the 'I told you so game'"

Abbey lowered her head and replied, "I am sure that there is a 'but' coming here pretty soon."

Amanda chuckled as she said, "Yes, Abbey, there are a couple of them. There are two things that we have tried to impress upon you that you ignored last night. The sex wasn't one of them. I have always told you that that was your personal decision and I just tried to help you understand when you would think that you were ready. Apparently, you weren't ready; but your other mistakes made that fact immaterial. Your father and I have tried to get you to understand that we were not comfortable with you associating with Jacky. We never told you that we were forbidding you to associate with her; we just told you that we would prefer that you keep your distance. Now I wish that we had told you that you were forbidden to associate with her."

Abbey interrupted, "But mom, it wasn't her fault. She was as upset as I was about what happened."

Amanda said, "That may be true; but from what you have told me, she set the tone for everything to happen. It was her house; she gave you the beer. She was the one who was so openly sexually active. But that is something that you will have to reconcile in your mind as you think about last night. The other thing that we have constantly warned you about was drinking. Last night is a good example of why there is law against drinking before you have turned twenty-one. We have never objected to you having a beer at home because then we are there to protect you when the alcohol clouds your judgment. Now, I have spoken my peace and I am not going to harp on this."

Abbey said, "I understand that it was my poor judgment that caused all of this. I know that I have to live with my mistakes; but that doesn't take away my right to feel shitty about the whole thing."

Amanda told her, "The fact that you are feeling so poorly is the reason that I know that you have learned a lesson from your actions. There is only one good thing about this. If this had happened six months from now when you are away at college, you wouldn't have your mother available to console you. Now, you freshen up and get dressed. I am going to fix dinner now, so I'll see you in a few minutes.

Amanda went to the kitchen and began preparing dinner. Abbey reluctantly got out of bed and got dressed. She slipped into the bathroom to wash the tears off of her face and hopefully get some of the redness out of her eyes.

Reggie entered the kitchen and asked Amanda, "What was the long, closed-door conversation with Abbey about?"

Amanda smiled and replied, "Just one of those mother-daughter talks that are so typical with a girl who is growing up." Reggie accepted her explanation and returned to the family room to continue reading his newspaper.

Abbey approached her mother and said, "Mom, I heard what you said to dad. Thanks. I appreciate you not telling him what happened."

Amanda kissed her daughter on the cheek and said, "If I thought that he could have helped, I would have told him. The main reason that I am avoiding telling him is for the protection of the boys. If he found out what happened, he would browbeat you until you told him who they were and then I am afraid of what he might do to them."

As they ate, Reggie questioned his daughter about the upcoming softball season and her predictions on how the team would do this year. Abbey talked about how the first game was a little more than a week away and how tough their schedule was this year. Abbey was confident that the team would be fairly good this year. She was cautiously optimistic that they would fare better in the playoffs than they had the previous year when they had come up short of the state tournament.

As Abbey returned to school on Monday, she tried to put Saturday night behind her; but she knew that that would be difficult. She would probably be face-to-face with all of the individuals who were at Jacky's house that night. Late in the morning, Jacky and Sally approached Abbey about Saturday. She told them that it was over and she wanted to put it behind her. As she was leaving, she said, "I don't want to talk about it. Not now and probably not ever."

During the afternoon, David approached Abbey. She didn't see him soon enough or she would have gotten away before he could talk to her. David was foolish enough to ask Abbey for a date that weekend. Abbey pushed him against the wall and said, "Look you dumb motherfucker; I would not go on a date with you if you were the last person on earth. Not only would I not go out with you; I never want to speak to you again. You are just lucky that you just got pushed against the wall. I should have kicked you in the balls and then had you arrested for rape. Now stay out of my fucking sight." It took Abbey almost a whole class period to calm down after that confrontation.

During that final week of softball practice before the season started, Abbey found herself working out at third base quite often. She had been first-team all-conference at first base the previous season. The night before the first game, she approached the coach about this. The coach told her, "Abbey, you can be all-conference at any position that I play you. We have a sophomore whose bat we desperately need and she can only play one position. That position is first base. We already have a good hitter as a designated hitter. If I play you at first base that means that only two of our best three hitters can be in the lineup at the same time."

Abbey told him, "I can understand; but I wish that you would have said something to me sooner. I've started for you for four years, counting this one; I think that I deserve to know what is going on."

The coach replied, "You're right. I should have told you earlier. My problem is that this is not the only problem that I am having with you in the lineup this year. I have been trying to make up my mind about what do about a couple of other problems before I approached you."

"What other line-up problems am I involved in?"

"You've seen how some of our younger pitchers are progressing; haven't you?"

"Yeah, other than our number one pitcher, we need help."

"Well, you've thrown some innings every year. I think that I am going to need you as our number two pitcher."

"I can throw; but I am not a pitcher."

"Abbey on most teams, you would be the number one pitcher; I need you."

"Coach, I have never told you or any other coach that I wouldn't do what was best for the team. I don't want to pitch; but if you think that you need me, I will give it my best shot."

"I know that you will; that is why I have waited so long to say anything. I wanted to see if we could get by with someone else; but I can't. Incidentally, when you're pitching, I won't use a designated hitter for you. I'll bat her for someone else."

"You had better not coach. I am unsure of your mental state when you tell me that you want me to pitch. If you put a DH in for me, I would know that you had lost your marbles." The coach laughed as he patted Abbey on the back and walked away.

The Kingsport High School team had won their first six games of the season going into a tough doubleheader against Rocksfort Eisenhower. Eisenhower had beaten Kingsport in the sectional tournament the previous year and had advanced to the state tournament. They were coming into this doubleheader with an undefeated record in seven games. Abbey had been batting better than six hundred through those first six games and had won her only start as a pitcher. She had even surprised herself with her defensive play at third base thus far in the season.

The first game of the day had not started well for Abbey. She struck out in her first trip to the plate, which was her first strikeout of the season. In the third inning she committed her first error of the season. Her next time at bat resulted in another strikeout. In the sixth inning, Abbey doubled for her team's first hit of the game. Unfortunately, she was stranded on third base. Eisenhower had only two hits as the game went into the bottom of the eleventh inning. The first Kingsport batter of the inning drew a walk and the next batter executed a sacrifice bunt. Abbey was the next hitter and she walked on four pitches. The batter following Abbey hit the ball up the middle; but the shortstop fielded it cleanly and executed a double play, ending the inning.

The game was still scoreless entering the thirteenth inning. The first Eisenhower batter got their third hit of the game. The next batter came to the plate and faked a bunt on the first pitch. The runner from first was stealing and was safe on a very close play. The batter bunted on the next pitch and was thrown out at first base; but the runner moved over to third base. The next batter executed a perfect suicide squeeze bunt. The ball moved slowly down the first base line and by the time that the first baseman reached the ball, the runner was already sliding into home plate. The batter was tagged out. The next batter struck out.

The top of the order was up for Kingsport in the bottom of the inning. The leadoff batter worked the pitcher for a walk and was promptly sacrificed to second base. The next batter struck out on a pitch in the dirt and the base runner advanced to third as the catcher had to retrieve the ball and throw the batter out at first base. That brought Abbey to the plate. She worked the count to two and two. The next pitch was a little higher than the pitcher would have liked and Abbey got all of her bat on the ball. It was a vicious line drive to left center field. As Abbey was on her way to first base, she could see that the ball had enough distance and height to clear the four-foot tall outfield fence.

The base umpire was making a mad dash toward left center field to determine whether the ball left the park or not. The ball was about seven feet in the air directly above the fence when, suddenly, a glove appeared from nowhere. The ball struck the glove and the fielder went tumbling over the fence. The umpire continued his dash to the fence and he looked down to see if the ball was still in the player's glove. The center fielder raised the ball proudly in the air and the umpire gave the out signal. The game was over and Kingsport had been defeated one to nothing.

Abbey was pitching the second game and she retired the Eisenhower batters in order in the first inning. In the bottom of the inning, the first Kingsport batter struck out; but the next two got hits. Abbey came to the plate and managed to hit the ball to about the same spot in the park that she had the time before. This time she got the ball higher in the air and the fielder did not have a chance at the ball. With a three to nothing lead, the Kingsport team cruised to an eight to two win.

The month of April went well for the softball team. By the end of the month, their season record had climbed to eighteen wins with only three losses. Several division-one college softball teams were actively recruiting Abbey. Although she had not made a formal commitment, she was fairly certain that she would be attending one of the schools in Chicago. She was quite excited about attending college in the big city. The school that was recruiting her was not only a top softball program; it was one of the better academic institutions in the area.

The first Friday in May, they traveled to the central part of the state for a tournament. Eight schools were participating and they had been divided into two pools. Each team would play a game against each of the other teams in their pool and Saturday afternoon, the teams would play against the team that placed in the same position in the other pool. They arrived during the middle of the afternoon on Friday and checked into the motel. They were scheduled to play games at four o'clock and at eight o'clock that day.

Abbey pitched the first game and played third base in the second game. They won both games easily and Abbey had a good evening at the plate. Abbey's stomach had been upset most of the evening. This problem had been plaguing her for a while now.

After the game the team was planning to eat at a restaurant near the motel. Abbey approached the coach and said, "Coach, is it all right if I skip the post game meal tonight?"

"Abbey, you know that when we are traveling, we do everything together. Do you have a problem with the restaurant that we're going to?"

"No, coach, I don't have a problem with that restaurant. I just have a problem with any restaurant tonight. I haven't been able to keep anything down all day. If I go to eat with you, I might ruin the evening for the entire team."

"Well, if your stomach is that upset, it might be best for you to skip the team meal. Why don't you go to the drug store next to the motel and see if you can get something to settle your stomach."

Abbey thanked the coach and rode the bus with the team to the restaurant. She walked across the motel parking lot to the drug store and looked for something to purchase. She found what she wanted and returned to the motel. Abbey locked herself in the bathroom for about ten minutes and then got ready for bed. That night, she cried herself to sleep.

Kingsport was playing the eleven o'clock game on Saturday morning. Before they started, they knew that if they did not lose by more than five runs, they would win their pool and play for the championship at three o'clock. Their opponent was not a real strong team that they were confident that they would win. Before the game began, Abbey noticed that her mother had arrived. She wondered why her father was not there. Both of her parents attended almost every game. Friday night had been the first games that either of them had missed all season.




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Abbey pitched the first game and Kingsport secured a sloppy ten to six win. They had a few hours off between games. Abbey asked her mother, "Where is daddy today?"

"He got a call last night. One of his bigger clients wanted to meet with him at two this afternoon. He said that if we had taken off yesterday afternoon to come down here, they never could have gotten a hold of him."

"I thought that that was why he was a corporate lawyer -- no weekends and very few nights."

"Yeah. It seems that this guy is leaving town for two weeks and needs your father to take care of something for him while he is away."

"Oh well. By the way, I think that I am going to ride home with you after our last game. Don't leave without me."

"Fine. Just make sure that you clear it with the coach."

The championship game was not an exciting affair. Kingsport was sporting a nine to two lead in the bottom of the sixth inning when Abbey reached first on a single. With a two and one count on the next batter, the pitcher was just about to start her windup. Abbey began screaming for timeout. When time was granted, Abbey sprinted to the sideline fence on the first base side and began to vomit. The coach rushed out of the dugout, wondering what the problem was. Abbey was insistent that she could stay in the game; but the coach inserted a pinch runner for her. When a substitute took her position in the field for the last inning, Abbey began to pack her equipment.

There were two out in the inning and as the last batter was approaching the plate, Abbey asked, "Coach, do you mind if I ride home with my mother instead of riding the bus?"

The coach replied, "Since you have been sick for two days, it might be better. We don't want your teammates catching whatever bug you have."

Abbey said, "Thanks, coach." Then as she turned from him, she muttered to herself, "I don't think that they can catch this from me."

Abbey loaded her equipment into her mother's car and they began the two-hour trip home. When they were out of the parking lot and on the fifteen-mile stretch of road leading to the interstate, Amanda asked, "Abbey, have you been feeling poorly for any length of time?"

"Yeah. I've felt nauseous and crappy for some time now."

"Maybe you need to see a doctor."

"Probably."

Abbey's last response caught Amanda totally off guard. Abbey never wanted to see the doctor. She even tried to get out of seeing him for her sports physical. Amanda decided that she would wait until they got home before she pried any further. They sat in silence until they reached the interstate. They would now have a ninety-minute stretch until their next turn-off. Amanda sped up to seventy-two and put it on cruise control. Abbey had been staring off into the distance until she turned toward her mother and asked, "Mom, do remember back in March how you said that we would just put that night behind us?"

Amanda got a puzzled look on her face as she replied, "Yes. I remember. Why?"

Abbey looked away from her mother as she said, "I don't think that we will ever be able to put it completely behind us."

Amanda was silent for a bit and then asked, "Does any of this have something to do with you getting sick on the softball diamond?"

Amanda could see the tears forming in Abbey's eyes as she replied, "It has a lot to do with it. I'm pregnant, mom."

"Have you seen a doctor?"

"No."

"Then why are you so sure?"

"I am so late that I can't even count the number of weeks and I have been getting sick to my stomach all of the time. Then last night, I took a home pregnancy test. It was positive."

Amanda simply said, "I see." She drove for several miles before she spoke again. Finally, she asked, "What do you plan on doing."

"I don't know yet. I have to rethink all of my plans for the coming years."

"Have you given any thought to having an abortion?"

"Not for one second. I would never think of that."

"Why are you so adamant about that position?"

"I know that we are not a religious family and I won't make any pretense that I have religious convictions. It is just all of the human values that you and dad have taught me all of my life; they tell me that it would be wrong. Even though I didn't have sex voluntarily, it was my mistake that caused this to happen. I have to pay the price and if motherhood is the price for my mistake, I will just be the best that I can be."

They spent the rest of the trip discussing what plans Abbey had for raising the child and what Abbey planned to do about her own education. When they were almost home Amanda said, "When we get into the house, I would like for you to go straight to your room. I will talk to your father for a while and then when I call you, the three of us will sit down and discuss it. There are several options that are available and we need to be sure that all of us are doing what is best for you and for the baby."

When they walked into the house, Reggie quickly apologized to Abbey for not getting to her game. He then asked how the tournament had gone. Abbey told him that they had won the tournament and she quickly recapped her statistics for the weekend. Abbey approached her father and put her arms around him and said, "I love you, daddy." She then turned and walked to her room.

Reggie gave his wife a questioning look and asked, "What was that all about?"

Amanda said, "Reggie, sit down; we need to talk." Amanda reminded him of the Sunday in March when he wondered what her big conversation with Abbey had been all about. She explained that at the time, she thought that the psychological trauma that Abbey was experiencing dictated that she not share the details with her husband. Amanda said that it now appeared that that evening was going to affect them all. Amanda explained what had happened that night in March. She concluded by saying, "Abbey has just learned that she is pregnant."

Reggie went silent. He was visibly upset; but he did not speak for some time. It was difficult for him to express himself; but he tried to tell Amanda how he was feeling. Although he was upset to find out that his daughter was pregnant, he said that he would do everything that he could to help her. Amanda spent about forty-five minutes discussing the matter. During this time, Reggie learned that his daughter had completely ruled out the possibility of an abortion. Although he did not say so at the time, that fact made him happy. He had a moral objection to that procedure although he did not openly advertise that opinion.

Finally, Amanda asked, "Are you ready to calmly and rationally discuss this matter with Abbey?"

Reggie stated, "I'm as calm as I am going to get and yes, I am ready to rationally discuss this with her and you. There are a lot of things that have to be decided and the sooner that they get decided, the better off we will all be."

When Amanda arrived in her daughter's bedroom, she found Abbey sobbing uncontrollably. Amanda tried to get Abby to stop crying; but Abbey explained that that was all that she had done when she was alone for the past day and a half. Abbey's sobbing eventually stopped and Amanda took her to the bathroom where they tried to make Abbey's face look somewhat refreshed.

Abbey took a seat at the kitchen table next to her father. As a lawyer, much of Reggie's success was the result of his ability to articulate under pressure. Tonight, if he had been in a courtroom, he would have lost his case. He had great difficulty expressing what he was feeling and what he was thinking. He finally got through to his daughter that although the situation that they were facing had upset him, he was not upset at his daughter. He was concerned about the poor judgment that she had shown that night. He went on to say that he had always had confidence in her judgment in the past and he was not going to let this matter affect his confidence that she would show good judgment in the future. He told his daughter, "It's a shame; but it happens more often than not. The people who normally show good judgment are the one who get bit in the ass the hardest when they have a lapse."

The three of them sat at the table until after midnight discussing how they would cope with this event in their lives. Reggie tried to impress upon Abbey that they, as a family, would do everything that they could to help her get through this time and to continue with her education. On Sunday, that again was the main topic of discussion in the Robbins household. At times, Abbey had had her fill of understanding and planning. She would retreat to her bedroom for hours at a time.

On Monday, Abbey missed softball practice for the first time in her high school career. The fact that Abbey had been sick when the team had been at the tournament the prior weekend made the coach understanding about the situation. Amanda had been able to get an appointment for her with Dr. Hermann for early that afternoon. Typical of a doctor's office, they spent almost a half an hour in the waiting room. Then there were several tests that had to be run. They had been in his office for nearly an hour when Doctor Hermann invited Abbey and Amanda to his examination room. The first thing that he did was to confirm what they already knew; Abbey was pregnant. They learned that the baby would be due in December, which they also already knew. He spent some time examining her and asking her various questions. He spoke to her at length about nutrition during pregnancy and how much weight he expected her to gain.

Abbey had been concerned about this spelling the end of her high school softball career. Doctor Hermann, whose daughter was one of Abbey's teammates, understood her concern. He told her that he wouldn't worry too much about the remainder of the high school season. He said that he was somewhat hesitant about her playing the entire summer season. He told her that for the time being that she could plan on starting the summer season; but they would re-evaluate that decision each time that she came for a doctor's visit.

The remainder of the softball season progressed and no one was aware of the cause of Abbey's mystery stomach virus. She was fortunate enough that her nausea did not revisit her on the softball diamond again for the remainder of the year. Most mornings and many evenings, it was a problem for her.

Kingsport had lost just one more game during the regular season and they entered regional play as the top seed in the tournament. The regional tournament was a cakewalk for them and they easily advanced to the sectional tournament. The previous season had ended with a first round sectional loss to Eisenhower. This year, they would face Eisenhower in the final. A berth in the state tournament was at stake as these two intense rivals took to the diamond. This game was no less exciting than most of their previous meetings. Through thirteen innings these teams battled with neither being able to plate a run. In the top of the fourteenth inning, five consecutive Kingsport batters had base hits to score three runs. In the bottom of the inning, the Kingsport pitcher struck out the side to complete her fourteen-inning perfect game.

Kingsport moved on to the state tournament. Although it was being played thirty miles from their home, the team would spend Thursday and Friday nights at a motel and they would return to Kingsport after the championship game on Saturday. They would adhere to that schedule even if they were eliminated from the tournament on Friday. As the coach explained, that would be their reward for earning a spot in the state tournament. When trying to justify his position to the school administrators, he said, "There are over six hundred and fifty high school softball teams in the state and only eight qualify for the state tournament. The girls deserve something for achieving such a lofty goal. Rules prohibit us from giving them anything of real value for their achievement; but we can pay for a weekend that will be a memory that they can keep forever."

Kingsport was playing the second game of the tournament at three o'clock on Friday afternoon. They had fallen behind by three runs early in the game; but they slowly chipped away at that lead. They entered the top of the seventh inning trailing three to two. Abbey had gotten a base hit and the following batter had walked. There were two out and the batter stroked a sharp single to right field. Abbey had gotten a good jump off of second base and the coach was signaling for her to score.

As Abbey was approaching home plate, she saw that the ball was also nearing home plate. She knew that the throw was on target and it was going to be a bang-bang play at the plate. Abbey purposely waited until the last second to begin her slide; she wanted the impact with the catcher to be as severe as possible to hopefully dislodge the ball if the throw beat her. She was certain that the ball had struck the catcher's glove just before her foot hit the glove. The force of the slide caused her foot to drive through the glove. The spikes of her right shoe caught in the shin guard of the catcher and the two of them tumbled into a heap. Abbey heard the catcher scream and then she felt a sharp pain in her leg.

The pain that Abbey felt was like none that she had ever experienced before in her life. She still did not know whether she had scored or not. Suddenly she spotted the ball rolling about three feet from them. A smile crossed Abbey's face as she thought, "She didn't hang on to the ball; I scored. The game is tied."

The catcher was cursing and trying to disentangle herself from Abby. The catcher was obviously in as much pain as Abbey was. When she had freed herself from the entanglement, Abbey could see that the catcher was clutching her left wrist. The pitcher was watching the two obviously injured players when she picked up the ball and approached Abbey. When the pitcher reached out and touched Abbey with the ball, the umpire hollered, "The runner is out."

Abbey had dislodged the ball; but her pain had kept her from making sure that she had touched home plate. The game was over and Kingsport had lost three to two.

The catcher had a severe cut on her wrist and it appeared that there was probably a broken bone. The coaches from both teams had rushed to the field immediately after the collision at home plate. The Kingsport coach had been calling for the paramedics before the umpire had called Abbey out. The coach was loudly and not too politely arguing that Abbey had touched home plate on her slide. His argument was going to be of no avail and it was made more difficult by the fact that the base umpires were trying to usher the plate umpire off of the field.

When the coaches had summoned the paramedics, Amanda and Dr. Hermann had each rushed from the stands. They were each stopped by the security personnel from entering the field. Doctor Hermann was admitted as soon as he identified himself as a doctor. Even though she told them that her daughter was the injured player, security did not want to allow Amanda on the field. She simply pushed the man out of the way and rushed to Abbey's side.

Doctor Hermann was tending to Abbey when the paramedics arrived and when they learned who he was they took instructions from him. One paramedic was tending to the catcher while two others were trying to immobilize Abbey's leg and load her onto a gurney.

Amanda pulled Doctor Hermann aside and asked, "Is that break as severe as it looks to a lay person."

"I'm afraid so. The bones will have to be set and it is possible that it will require surgery."

"That is what I was afraid of. I think that Abbey would be better off if we took her back to Kingsport to be treated. Do you think that she can handle the trip in a car?"

"I agree that she would be better off in Kingsport. For obvious reasons, I would prefer that she not receive a general anesthetic. I have to talk to her before I can tell if she can make the trip."

Doctor Hermann talked with Abbey for a short while and then told Amanda to drive her car up to the gate. He then told the paramedics that Abbey should be loaded into her parents' car. During all of this, Reggie was standing at the gate watching apprehensively as his little girl was sprawled on the ground in obvious pain. He heard Doctor Hermann tell Amanda to bring the car to the gate and he immediately ran to the parking lot to get the car.

Amanda had just exited the field when she saw their car coming up the drive. Reggie parked next to the gate and the same security man that had hassled Amanda told Reggie that he would have to move his car. Reggie said, "Look ass hole, my wife just pushed you when you hassled her; but I'll knock you on your ass. Now get out of the fucking way so that paramedics can load my daughter into the car." The security man meekly slipped away.

The paramedics carefully loaded Abbey into the car. Doctor Hermann told the Robbins that he would meet them at the hospital in Kingsport. Reggie was driving and Amanda had to continually tell him that he needed to drive a little closer to the speed limit. Amanda kept checking periodically to see how Abbey was handling the pain. They were only a short distance from the hospital when Abbey blew up and said that she was tired of answering the same question. She said, "It hurts like hell, god damn it. You asking me if it hurts every three minutes is not making the pain go away. Just shut up, mom."

Reggie pulled into the ambulance bay of the hospital and rushed inside to tell them that they needed someone to bring Abbey in. The woman at the desk said, "Doctor Hermann called and said that you would be coming; but we didn't expect you for another five to ten minutes." While the woman was talking, two men were wheeling the gurney out the door. They loaded Abbey on the gurney and wheeled her inside. Amanda followed them in while Reggie moved his car.

Doctor Hermann and the orthopedist arrived at about the same time. Doctor Hermann had already called in instructions for x-ray and they were bringing Abbey back from there when the doctors entered the emergency room. Everyone was pleased that the orthopedist was able to set the fractures without surgery. Abbey received her first good news of the day when she was informed that she would not have to stay over night at the hospital.

Abbey's cast had been applied and the orthopedist was leaving the building. Reggie and Amanda were at the desk taking care of the myriads of paperwork. Doctor Hermann sat down on the chair next to Abbey's bed. He said, "There is only one good thing that came from this, Abbey."

Abbey cried, "What possible good could come from today? We lost the game in the state tournament. I have two broken bones in my leg and my softball career is probably over. Good. What good?"

"Abbey, I have watched you play for two years. It was going to break my heart to have to tell you that I didn't want you playing summer ball. You play too hard to take the chance that your baby wouldn't be harmed. If you put half of the effort into being a mother that you put into softball, you will do a fantastic job. Now, you're not going to be able to do much for a few weeks to get any exercise; but I want you to be careful about what you eat. You're at the stage of pregnancy where you could balloon up in a big hurry. Keep your weight down for me. Call my office and make an appointment for late this coming week."

Since both bones in the lower leg had been broken, Abbey's cast went clear to her hip. That cast would remain in place for a minimum of six weeks. At that time X-rays would determine what size cast would be required and for how long. As the summer progressed, Abbey spent most of her time in a wheelchair or on crutches. Simple things, like bathing, became a chore. Amanda had to assist Abbey with almost everything that she did. One of the first things that they did each morning was to bathe Abbey. Trying to keep the cast from getting wet was a huge problem. Although they wrapped it in plastic, that was primarily to keep the splattering water from getting it wet. Even covered, the cast would get wet if it were allowed to be submerged in the water for any length of time. Abbey concentrated on keeping her leg dry while Amanda made sure that Abbey was clean.




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One morning, after her bath, Abbey was trying to find the right clothes to wear. The bulky cast made it necessary to destroy almost everything that she wore. She had a couple of skirts and a few pair of gym shorts that she wore around the house. She had the clothes that she intended to wear next to her on the bed when she asked, "Mom, did you get turned on easily when you were pregnant?"

Amanda chuckled as she thought back to those times. She replied, "Some women get turned off to the idea of sex, the minute that they become pregnant. I definitely wasn't that way. I was horny all of the time. It used to frustrate your father. Remember, he was in his last year of law school and he used to tell me that I was more interested in sex than I was in him finishing law school. To tell you the truth, I probably was. Then you were born and my urges returned to normal. That last semester, I would at least let him finish studying before I tried to get him in bed.  Are you starting to feel horny all of the time?"

Abbey lowered her eyes and blushed a little as she admitted, "I sort of feel guilty when I start to get excited when you wash my breasts and between my legs."

A wicked smile crossed Amanda's face as she said, "I sort of had the feeling that you were getting turned on a little bit." Abby brushed her hand across one of Abbey's breasts and told her, "Look at how just a brush of the hand will make those nipples stand out hard." Abbey was dumbfounded as she heard her mother continue, "I'll bet that you are wet between the legs too."

Amanda cupped Abbey's pussy and said, "It feels real warm. I'm going to find out if it is wet." One finger penetrated the lips of Abbey's tight pussy. Amanda pulled her finger out and said, "I was right. You are wet. I have to know what it tastes like." Amanda sucked her daughter's juices off of her finger and exclaimed, "Damn, Abbey, you have a nice tasting pussy."

Amanda detected that Abbey was embarrassed and shocked. She sat down on the bed next to her daughter and asked, "Hasn't anyone ever tasted your pussy before?"

Amanda was turning a brighter shade of red, as she said, "I think that one of those guys licked the juices off of his fingers that night."

Amanda put her arm around her daughter and said, "I knew that you had never had sex with a guy before that night; but I had just assumed that you and some of your girlfriends had experimented with each other."

Abbey didn't know what to think of the fact that she was getting a little excited by the closeness of her mother's body. She said, "I have heard of other people doing that; but I never tried it myself."

"As turned on as you have been getting from taking a bath, maybe something should be done about your condition."

"I've been using my fingers quite a bit lately."

"I think that we can do better than that."

Amanda cupped one of Abbeys large breasts and kissed the young girl. Since Amanda had started to bathe Abbey in the morning, she had begun to wear a light robe until she had completed that task. Invariably she got wet while bathing her daughter. Amanda untied the robe as she continued kissing her daughter. Amanda leaned Abbey back on the bed and began to play with those fine breasts while taking her robe off. Abbey was receptive but passive at the beginning. As Amanda alternated between kissing her daughter's breasts and her lips, she noticed that Abbey had begun to return the kisses with a little more ardor.

Amanda was starting to reach for Abbey's pussy when she felt Abbey's fingers squeezing her own breasts. Amanda had one finger running in and out of that tight pussy and moved her mouth to her daughter's firm, supple boobs. Amanda's own pussy had not yet been touched by the younger girl; but it was already producing a goodly amount of love juices. Amanda had almost forgotten how good a woman's body could feel and taste. She had only done this once since she was in college and she had almost forgotten how good it could feel. She was praying that Abbey would let her continue until they had both had several good cums.

Abbey had been quite apprehensive about this experience when her mother had started. The kissing and playing with her tits had her wet between the legs. Now that her mother had a finger running in and out of her pussy, she was experiencing more pleasant feelings than she ever had when she used her own fingers. When those guys had been playing with her tits and her pussy, it had felt great; but her mother was so much gentler than they had been. Abbey could not believe how great it felt when her mother flicked her thumb across her swollen clit. She was not sure how far her mother was going to go with this; but she was in no hurry for her to quit.

As Amanda sucked on Abbey's fine tits, she could feel that her fingers were getting soaked with her daughter's pussy juices. Amanda decided that she had to see how good the teenager's pussy tasted. She began to move her head between Abbey's legs and ran her tongue up and down that soft, puffy slit. Abbey moaned loudly when her mother's tongue darted between those lips. Although her mobility was restricted by the large cast on her leg, Abbey was trying to open her legs wider as Amanda continued to lap at her pussy.

Amanda could not believe how delicious her daughter tasted. In college, she had kept most of the girls in her sorority house satisfied when they came home horny after a date; but this was the best tasting pussy that she had ever sampled. Amanda had one hand between her own legs as she continued to eat that tasty pussy. When she flicked her tongue across Abbey's clit, she felt a stinging pain in the side of her head. Abbey's body had convulsed from the extreme pleasure that she felt when that nub was stimulated. Her sudden movements had caused her to bang the cast into the side of Amanda's head.

Abbey was cumming harder than she had ever cum in her life as Amanda continued pleasuring her. Amanda was experiencing a mild cum herself, partially from the excitement of eating her daughter's pussy and partially from the finger action that she had been giving herself. Suddenly, Abbey's body went limp; she was drained of all energy. Amanda sensed this and moved her head back to the head of the bed.

The two women embraced tit-to-tit as they kissed each other and trying to regain the energy to talk. Abbey was the first to speak, when she told her mother, "Mom, it those guys had been as gentle as you were and made it feel half as good, you would never have known about that night until I found out that I was pregnant."

Amanda smiled and replied, "Yes, I would, honey. Remember, I am your mother and I have always been able to read you like a book."

"You're probably right. What is that book saying now?"

"It's saying that this was the best cum that you've ever had and you're wondering if you're going to get to experience it again."

"You're only half right. It was the best cum that I have ever had. I didn't have to wonder if we were going to do it again; the pleased look on your face told me that. There is one thing that we have to do though."

"What's that?"

"The next time, I want to find out what your pussy tastes like. I kind of the liked the taste of my own from when you kissed me with pussy juice all over your face and mouth. Now, I need to know what it's like to eat one myself."

Amanda kissed her daughter and said, "I have some things that I have to do this morning; but when you get ready to take your nap this afternoon, I will join you and we can satisfy each other."

As Abbey kissed her mother, she gave one of her tits a gentle squeeze and rubbed Amanda's pussy with the other hand. Amanda got off of the bed and put her robe back on and Abbey began to dress for the day. Amanda was off to shower and dress and she left about fifteen minutes later.

Amanda returned shortly before noon and fixed Abbey some lunch. The two of them sat around talking for a while until Abbey suggested that she wanted to go lay down for a while. She asked, "Would you like to join me, mother?"

Amanda was already unbuttoning her blouse when she replied, "Why do you think I rushed so much to get things done today." They both went to Abbey's bedroom where they stripped and got on the bed. They had an enjoyable afternoon and Abbey finally got to enjoy the taste of pussy.

That evening, Abbey was in her bed and she was rubbing her cunt gently as she thought of her experience with her mother that day. She was optimistic that her mother would be in the mood again fairly soon. Down the hall in the master bedroom, Reggie had watched his wife get into bed wearing a sheer, flimsy negligée. As usual, Reggie was wearing his boxer shorts to bed. Amanda crawled under the covers and promptly slipped her long, thin fingers into the fly of Reggie's boxers. She wrapped her fingers around his thick cock and she felt it hardening to her touch. It soon reached its full nine-inches. Reggie asked, "What got you turned on so much today?"

"Your daughter. That's who."

"My daughter? How in the world did Abbey get you this turned on?"

Amanda proceeded to tell him what had transpired that morning and that afternoon. Reggie shook his head and said, "I thought that you quit messing with women after we got married."

"Until today, I pretty much had. The only other woman that I have made love to since we have been married was the one that you and I shared over ten years ago."

Reggie smiled as he thought about that evening. That beautiful young redhead had been the only woman except Amanda that he had been with in more than twenty years. She had been at a party that they had also gone to and he had been eyeing her all night. Amanda kept giving him a hard time about her. Reggie had thought that he was shutting Amanda up when he told her that they only way that he would take that woman to bed would be if Amanda was there also. An hour later Amanda had it all arranged. It had been a fabulous night. It had reinforced his conviction that Amanda was really the only woman that he needed or wanted.

They had dated for more than a year and had married just before Reggie entered law school. Abbey had been born in the middle of his last year in school. Amanda had graduated from college seven months before Abbey was born. For more than twenty years, they had enjoyed life with each other and had been very passionate in bed.

As Reggie was recalling the past, he was playing with his wife's fine set of boobs. He never tired of them and some nights he attacked them with such vigor, that they would still be sore the following day. When Amanda was getting ready for bed, Reggie had not noticed that she had not worn panties with her negligée that night. He helped his wife remove her scanty garment and his boxers were soon tossed on the side of the bed. He began to move his head toward her pussy; but Amanda stopped him. She told him, "I have already had that done today. I need something hard and thick to satisfy me tonight."

Reggie kissed her and moved between her legs. He began to slide his thick, long cock into his wife with slow, gentle strokes. Amanda pulled his ass toward her and when he had that cock buried in her, she rolled him to his back and began to ride him. This was a regular occurrence for Amanda; she liked to be on top. Tonight however, she was like a woman possessed; she wasn't just satisfied with fucking him. She was attacking his cock with her pussy. Reggie thought, "It's a good thing that I am not still in my twenties; I wouldn't have lasted thirty seconds with her." As it turned out, he didn't last very long even though he was in his forties.

Fortunately, Amanda was hot to trot before they started, so it didn't take her too long to begin to have an orgasm. She was feeling a very strong cum when she felt the hot blast of his cum spraying against the back and the walls of her pussy. That was enough to bring her over the edge. Amanda fell forward mashing her tits against her husband's chest. Reggie held her tight and kissed her as she disengaged herself from his softening cock.

Reggie looked into her eyes as he remarked, "Damn, I hope that Abbey turns you on a little more often. I sure do like the residual effect."

Amanda fondled his cum-coated cock and said, "I intend to. The best part of it is that eating pussy and having mine eaten, makes me want this big thing hard and stuffed into me." They fell asleep together.

Abbey and her mother almost made a ritual of eating each other's pussies in the morning after they finished bathing her. It did have the effect that Reggie had hoped for. Amanda's interest in having sex with her husband increased as she and Abbey continued their activities.

In late June, Abbey received a call from the coach of the softball team at the college that she was supposed to attend. When her father came home from work, she told both of her parents that she needed to talk to them. Abbey said, "The school says that they need to learn how my leg has rehabilitated before they can commit the scholarship money. They told me that they want me to enroll in school in the fall and pay my own way. They said that they would schedule me for a class where I would undergo extensive rehab all fall and then they would make a decision on the scholarship money at the beginning of the second semester. I told them that during the fall semester that I couldn't do vigorous rehab and of course they asked why. When they found out that I was pregnant, they sort of cooled on the entire idea. They said that I could join the team and they would reevaluate their needs after they found out how well I was able to come back. I told them that I could understand their concern about my leg; but their other concerns made me want to reevaluate my needs."

Abbey was somewhat concerned about telling her parents about this. Her father tended to get uptight when he had to spend money unexpectedly. Abbey was surprised by Reggie's cavalier attitude as the told her, "Oh well. You were accepted by about six schools and now you can take your pick of those schools. You pick the one that you want; there won't be a problem paying for it with or without a scholarship. You know that we only live eight blocks from the campus of an excellent university. Its only drawback is that they don't have a division one softball team."

Abbey decided that she might as well get all of the bombshells dropped at one time. She told her father, "This is something that I have been thinking about for almost a month. Before I got that phone call today, I was leaning toward not going to school for the fall semester. Now listen to everything that I have to say before you get upset. At almost every school that I have considered, final exams are scheduled for about a week after the baby is due. I am not sure that I can do my best job as a student with the baby due just before the most critical time of the semester. When the second semester starts the baby will be six to eight weeks old. That is old enough to go to day care while I am in class."

Reggie had surprised her on the first revelation; but there was no surprise this time. He was adamantly opposed to her sitting out the semester and he expressed that opinion in no uncertain terms. Abbey listened to his arguments attentively. Then she replied, "Daddy, I have never done anything that I did not do the best that I could do. I think that I have shown that for years. In high school, I worked hard at being a good student and three times during that time I earned a 'B' in a class. The rest of my grades were 'A's.' There were times when I could have done better in a class than I did; but overall I was the best student that I could be. Not the best student; but the best that I could be. The same thing in sports. When I played volleyball and basketball, I didn't try any less than I did in softball. I had ability in softball and had a lot of success. In the other sports, I didn't have that much ability; but I tried my best. In high school, I didn't have a lot of trouble dividing my time between studies and sports. If one of them had to suffer, it would have been the sports. Now I am going to be a mother and I want to be the best that I can be at that. I also want to be a college student and I want to be the best that I can be at that. Now my priorities have to change. Being a mother is the most important thing that I have ever taken on and I want to be ready for that and I want to be the best mother that I can."

Reggie asked, "Does that mean that you're inflexible on this?"

Abbey answered, "Daddy, I am never inflexible on anything. There is always room to give a little. You have to remember though; I have two things that I want to do for the rest of my life. Like my mother, I want to be a good mother and, like my father, I want to be a good lawyer. To get there, I need your guidance and I am sure that I will need you assistance quite often. I hope that you can understand that I don't feel that I can be a good student during the fall semester."

Reggie was silent for a few minutes and then he said, "I guess that your mind is made up that you will not be a full-time academic student this fall. I want you to think back, though. Remember how much easier it is to get in the swing of new classes at the beginning of the second semester than it is at the beginning of the first semester. The three-month summer vacation is the reason for that and you are going to be out of school for over seven months. I think that you need to be in school in the fall. Even if you go to the community college, it would keep your mind on learning. Take some courses that are geared to what you learn and don't focus on final exams and grades. You are going to have to do a lot of rehab on that leg and the community college has courses for that. You say that you want to be the best mother that you can be; well, take a course or two on how to be a better mother. That will keep your mind working. That will accomplish two things; it will prepare you for the second semester and it will keep you active while you wait for this baby to arrive."

Abbey had to admit that there was a lot of merit to what her father had to say. She told him, "Daddy, I can't argue with anything that you have said; but I am not prepared to say yes or no right now. I'll look at what courses they have and make a decision later."

Reggie said, "That's all that I ask. Think about it for a few days."

Late in July, the doctors had determined that Abbey's leg had healed enough that she would only need a walking cast. With her improved mobility, she was able to do most of the simple things that she needed assistance with for the first part of the summer. The morning after the larger cast had been removed, Amanda and Abbey were sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee when Amanda asked, "Does this mean that you won't need any help with your bath any more?"

Abbey smiled as she replied, "I can probably get myself clean now; but I hope that you will be able to help me out otherwise."

Amanda said, "I was hoping that you would say that. Are you ready for your bath now?" Abbey didn't say anything; she just stood up and hobbled toward the bathroom with Amanda following close behind. The two of them spend about hour together in Abbey's bed that morning and managed to get together at least three times a week.

Abbey's cast was completely removed the week before she was to begin taking three courses at the community college. One course that she took was a Physical Education course entitled Rehabilitation of Sports Injuries. She was also enrolled in two courses that would prepare her for the birth of her child and the care of the infant afterward. For the first time in her life she was enrolled in classes that a grade was not one of her main concerns. Abbey had enjoyed learning for learning's sake when she was in high school; but from the time she was in early grade school, the importance of grades had been drilled into her by her teachers and her parents. These classes were fun; but they were also informative and they helped Abbey pass the time while she awaited the arrival of her bundle of joy.




Abbey Loves Cock & Pussy



Shortly before Thanksgiving, Reggie suggested that Abbey provide him with the names of the boys involved. Reggie said, "Abbey, you shouldn't have to take all of the responsibility for this child; we can make one of them pay some child support."

Abbey became livid at this suggestion. She exclaimed, "I would go on welfare before I will allow either of them to become involved with my child. Seeking child support would give that guy the basis to assert some parental rights."

Reggie remarked, "So you are going to struggle through in the short-term so that you can control this baby's life over the long term?"

Abbey smiled as she told him, "Exactly, daddy. All that this baby and I needed from them was provided against my will. Both guys are healthy and they are reasonably intelligent and that is all of the information that I am going to give anyone."

Reggie said, "Honey, I don't agree with you; but I do admire your courage. Most girls your age would be trying to get everything that they can from everyone, whether they were involved or not."

Abbey replied, "Daddy, I don't have to go to anyone else. I have two loving parents who are willing to help me emotionally and financially. Together we will make it through this."

When Abbey had been in her cast all summer, she had not been physically active except in bed with her mother. As a result, she gained about thirty pounds. With the proper guidance from her rehab class instructor and her nutrition class, Abbey actually lost about ten pounds during the last three months of her pregnancy.

As Abbey had predicted, she missed the last two weeks of classes. In early December, Abbey gave birth to a healthy, eight pound, six ounce baby boy. He was named Michael Reginald Robbins. Amanda was enjoying playing the role of the doting grandmother as Abbey adjusted to her duties of motherhood.

In January, Abbey completed everything that she needed to begin classes at Kings College late in the month. She had investigated the on-campus day care center for Michael. Abbey was explaining the procedures and the costs to her mother one afternoon in bed when Amanda said, "Why don't you just leave him with me while you're in class until he is at least three months old. As young as he is he doesn't need to go out in the cold all of the time and I enjoy being with Mike."

Abbey kissed her mother and said, "Mom, if you really want to do this it would be fantastic."

"Of course I want to do it. Just remember, this is when you're going to school not when you want to party. Day care centers are all right; but for every dedicated day care worker there are probably one or more who are only doing it for the paycheck and trying to get by doing as little as possible."

On Monday, Wednesday and Friday, Abbey had a class at eight o'clock and then she didn't have another until eleven. The first couple of days, Abbey came home after that first class. She found that it was difficult to leave her son for her eleven o'clock class. Amanda told Abbey that when she left shortly before eleven, Mike was usually upset for some time. The two of them decided that it would be best if Abbey did not come home during that break. From that point on, Abbey would leave in time for her eight o'clock and not return until nearly three. Mike adapted to this schedule quite well.

Abbey began going to the student union to read after her eight o'clock class. After several days, a tall girl with a shapely figure approached Abbey. The girl asked, "Didn't you play softball for Kingsport?"

Abbey responded, "Yeah. I graduated last June."

"My name is Jeannie Parks and I played for Piney High School a few years ago. I remember playing against you."

Abbey tried to remember and thought that Jeannie had been the center fielder who was an excellent player. She asked, "Didn't you play center field?"

"Yeah, that was a few years ago. Why aren't you going to a school where you can play softball? I heard that some D-one schools were recruiting you."

"The school that I had planned to attend backed out of the scholarship when I broke my leg."

"Yeah, the same thing happened to me when I tore up my knee."

The two engaged in conversation for some time. Jeannie asked, "Don't you miss not being able to play softball?"

"I haven't yet; but the season hasn't started yet. When the season starts I will probably miss it a whole lot."

"You need to do what I am doing."

"What's that?"

"I started umpiring. This will be my third year."

"I'm not sure that I could do that."

Jeannie explained how easy it was to get registered as an umpire and told her that she could help her get a schedule started. They discussed this for a while and Abbey told her, "I'll get the paperwork started; but I am not sure how much I will be able to work."

Jeannie said, "I'll bring you the forms; can I usually find you here?"

"Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Nine to eleven. It's too much hassle to go home during this break."

"Okay, I'll bring you the forms. Gotta go. Got a ten o'clock."

One afternoon, Abbey had some free time and Mike was sleeping; they seldom occurred simultaneously. Amanda and Abbey took advantage of the opportunity and they went to Abbey's bedroom to enjoy each other's company. While they were resting in each other's arms afterwards, Abbey asked, "Mom, how much better is sex with a man than this? You know when I was being screwed by those guys, it was kind of pleasurable even though I was resisting. I would like to find out what it is like when I was being an enthusiastic participant."

This topic of conversation had caught Amanda somewhat by surprise; but she wanted to be as honest with her daughter as possible. Amanda said, "Honey, as good as this has been this afternoon and the other times that we have been together, it doesn't come close to the way I feel when I have sex with your father."

"Mom, I really want to experience it with a guy when I am not so frightened like I was before; but I am not going to go out with some guy just to have sex."

"Then I don't know what to tell you; you'll just have to be patient, I guess."

"The only guy that I would feel comfortable having sex with would be daddy."

It normally took a lot to shock Amanda; but she had been taken totally by surprise by this revelation. She asked her daughter, "Abbey, how could you even think about having sex with your father?"

"Mom, what is the difference between having sex with my mother and having sex with my father. You're both my parents and I love you both."

Amanda shook her head at Abbey's answer. She did not have a response and she was trying to think of something to say. Amanda thought for a while and then she said, "If you're really serious about this, I'll see what kind of reading I can get on your father's thoughts on this subject."

"I am really serious about this."

"If I think that he has any interest in the idea, I will do what I can to help you reach your goal. Just remember, your father tends to be very conservative about most things."

Amanda began by asking Reggie questions about how Abbey was looking now that her body was getting back into shape after having the baby. At first, Reggie did not seem to notice or seem to care; but the more that Amanda asked him the more he began to notice things about his daughter. These were questions about his baby; the girl that he had always been so protective of. Reggie had barely noticed that Abbey had grown to a size 36C by the time that she was out of high school. His wife's constant mention of Abbey's body now had him not only assessing her beautiful chest; but he was also ogling her fine well-chiseled ass.

Abbey was often scantily clad as she moved about the house at night tending to Mike's needs. Reggie's newfound awareness of his daughter's sexy body was now causing his cock to harden at the sight of Abbey's as she moved about the house in her sexy attire. Reggie's mind was in turmoil. Here was a beautiful, sexy, young woman romping about the house scantily dressed arousing his carnal interests. Yet, this woman was his daughter; the girl that he had helped raise. A man wasn't supposed to have those thoughts about his daughter.

One night, Amanda noticed how Reggie's cock was bulging in his pants after Abbey whisked through the room, dressed only in a flimsy negligée. Amanda immediately moved to his chair and sat across his thighs. She reached down and felt that hardening shaft. Amanda asked, "Does this thing get this hard every time Abbey comes through the room?"

Reggie began to stammer some and then tried to apologize to his wife. Amanda said, "Don't apologize, Reggie. She turns me on too."

Amanda kissed him and asked, "Do you ever think about having sex with her?"

Reggie was unsure how truthful he should be with his wife. Finally, he replied, "Yeah, I have; but I've also fantasized about going to bed with movie stars."

Amanda gently rubbed his cock again and told him, "You know that I would be hard pressed to complain if you had sex with her since I have been having sex with her for months."

Reggie chuckled as he told Amanda, "Well, the easiest two parts are taken care of. I'm willing and you are willing to accept it; but the hardest part will never come about. Abbey would never even think about having sex with her father."

"Don't be so sure. I think that she wants you more than you want her. From the hardness of your cock when she left the room, that is hard to believe."

"You mean that our daughter would have sex with her father."

"That is exactly what I am telling you. She wants to feel your big pole inside of her."

"How can you be so certain?"

"She told me so. She said that she wants to enjoy sex with a man; but she doesn't want to go to bed with somebody just for the sake of sex. She wants it to feel special."

"I'm not sure what I should do to get this started."

"You don't have to do anything; just come home rested tomorrow night and everything will fall into place."

"That sounds simple enough."

"There is one more thing, Reggie. Be as kind and gentle with her as you were with me when you popped my cherry. Technically, she is not a virgin; but emotionally, she is."

"Any other instructions, mother?"

"Yeah. All of this talk has made me horny. Take me to bed right now."

The following afternoon when Abbey came home from school, Amanda told Abbey, "Go look on the nightstand next to your bed. I bought you a present."

Abbey rushed to her bedroom and looked on the nightstand. Her return trip to the kitchen was faster. She asked, "Does that box of condoms mean what I think it does?"

"Yes, honey. Your father is ready."

Abbey kissed her mother and said, "Oh thank you, mom. You are the greatest."

"When you get Mike down for the night, tonight, I'll go to my room to read and you will be alone with your father. I'll give you two an hour or so alone and then maybe I'll come and join you.

At about eight-thirty, Abbey had Mike asleep, apparently for the night. She quickly showered and put on her sexiest negligée. Reggie was sitting in his recliner, splitting his time between reading and watching television. Abbey walked to his chair and sat on his lap. She put her arms around his neck and gave him a kiss on the cheek. She said, "Daddy, I don't get to thank you enough for all the help and support that you and mom gave me when I got pregnant. I really appreciate the way that you two are continuing to help me raise my baby."

That nice soft ass rubbing against his groin was causing Reggie's cock to harden and he could barely make out those fine breasts though the nearly sheer negligée that his daughter was wearing. The horniness that he was feeling was making it difficult for Reggie to speak; but he finally was able to respond, "We are just trying to do what we can for our daughter and our grandson; I think that you are doing a fine job with your son."

Abbey continued to hug him and she was rubbing her ass against his crotch. She was really enjoying the feel of that steel-like rod poking in the crack of her ass. Abbey kissed him again, this time on the lips. She said, "Daddy, I love you and I really appreciate everything."

Reggie wanted to hold his daughter; but he was unsure where to put his hands on her scantily clad body. His instincts told him to hold those firm, round globes protruding so proudly from her chest; but decorum told him otherwise. She continued to kiss him and rub her ass across his cock. She asked, "Am I causing that?"

Reggie decided to play dumb, so he asked, "What are you talking about?"

Abbey reached between them and ran her hand over his hard, throbbing member and said, "This is what I am talking about." When he meekly nodded his head, she took one of his hands and moved it under her negligée to her bare pussy and said, "See how you're making me feel." She pushed one of his fingers into her pussy so that he could feel the wetness that was there.

Reggie made no attempt to move his hand from his daughter's pussy and she continued kiss him. She broke the kiss and said, "I'll bet that this is as uncomfortable for you as it is for me. Let's go to my room where we can both be comfortable." Abbey stood up and pulled him to his feet before leading him down the hall to her bedroom.

She was kissing her father as she helped him unbutton his shirt. When his shirt was off, she went to work on his belt and the front of his pants. Reggie moved away from her. He sat down and began removing his shoes and socks. While he was doing that, Abbey discarded her negligée. He was removing his pants when Abbey reached into the nightstand and took some condoms out of the box. A wry smile crossed Reggie's face and Abbey told him, "With those other guys, I didn't want it to happen, so I hadn't planned ahead. I want this tonight, so I planned ahead -- with a little help from mom, of course."

Reggie laughed and said, "Your mother seems to be involved in everything lately." Abbey's mouth watered, as she looked at her father's thick, hard cock. She realized that at nine-inches, Reggie's cock dwarfed any of the ones that she had seen or felt that night at the party. When Reggie took her in his arms, she felt his cock pressed against her belly. Even that slight contact had her wet with anticipation.

Reggie laid his daughter in the middle of the bed and began to kiss her. As their tongues were stabbing at each other, he was using one hand to play with one of those magnificent tits. Reggie had always been proud of the fact that he honestly could tell his wife that she had the most beautiful tits that he had ever seen. Amanda still had a fabulous set of tits; but Reggie would now have to lie when he told her that he had never seen a better looking set. Abbey's glorious boobs were now the best that he had ever seen and he was not going to neglect those beautiful orbs.

Reggie's other hand was lightly rubbing over the outside of Abbey's pussy. Amanda had told him how fantastic it tasted and he was not going to waste too much more time before he found out for himself if his wife knew what she was talking about. The hand that was working Abbey's tits was rapidly moving from one tit to the other. The teenager's nipples were burgeoning beneath his soft touch.

Abbey was surprised at how stimulated she was getting from her father's attention to her tits. The boys that she had dated and the guys at that party had all seemed to think that pressure and stimulation were synonymous. She was surprised herself how stimulating her father's soft touch was. His other hand was still rubbing her pussy. Other than when she pushed his finger into her when they were sitting on his chair, Reggie still had not penetrated that tight pussy. Abbey knew that she was close to an orgasm now; what was she going to be like when he started to suck her tits and slid a finger into her wet cunt. She was hoping that it wouldn't be long before she would find out.

Reggie's mouth left Abbey's lips and he moved it between her tits. He spent what seemed like eons kissing the valley between her sensitive mounds. Slowly his lips moved to the sides of her globes and he kissed almost every inch on the inside half of each tit. One finger had now slid between those tight lips guarding that tasty snatch of hers. He continued to kiss the side of her tits; he still had not touched her nipples with his mouth. Abbey so much wanted him to suck and chew on those nipples. She wanted to see if she could jam a whole tit into his mouth. He removed his mouth from her tits and returned to her lips and kissed her tenderly. Abbey thought that she would go nuts waiting for him to speed up the snails pace at which he was moving; but who was she to argue with a technique that had kept her mother sexually satisfied for so many years.

Reggie's lips abruptly left Abbey's and his mouth closed over the end of one tit. He attempted to inhale her whole boob at one time. Needless to say, he was unsuccessful in that attempt; but he gave it a valiant effort. At the same time that his mouth covered her tit, Reggie used his thumb to flick Abbey's clitoris. Abbey's ass came off of the bed and it was nearly a foot in the air because of the intense pleasure that she was experiencing. A second finger was now invading her pussy and he tried to take her second entire boob into his mouth. His soft touch earlier had her so ready that this assault on her tits had her cumming already. Her pussy was so wet that she wasn't sure if she was peeing or not. Every time he flicked her clit, Abbey thought that that blood-engorged nub was going to explode.

Reggie's mouth left her tits and moved down her body. He kissed his way down to her navel and paused to kiss and lick that slight indentation. He kept kissing his way down until his face was between his daughter's legs. Just as he had done every other step of the way, Reggie was slow and deliberate as he paid homage to Abbey's pubic area. He was kissing all around her pussy and Abbey was trying to contort her body to move her opening in front of his lips and tongue. She yearned to have his tongue deep inside of her to prepare that passageway for what was the ultimate goal of them both -- to have his long cock driving into her.

When Reggie's tongue finally slid into that channel, Abbey was sure that she was going to go out of her mind. As he alternated between driving his tongue into her pussy and flicking the end of it along side of her clit, Abbey was losing track of the number of orgasms that she had experienced that night. She was nearly spent when she felt his face coated with her juices, searching for her lips. Abbey enjoyed the taste of her own pussy on his tongue and his lips as they kissed while she regained enough energy for him to continue. Abbey reached between them and wrapped her fingers around his throbbing tool. Abbey had extraordinarily long fingers; but they barely met as she wrapped them around his cock.

Abbey pleaded, "Please, daddy. Put it inside of me. I want it so bad."

Reggie smiled as he kissed his daughter again; then he said, "All right, honey. You know how hard it is for me to tell you no." His condom was in place and he rubbed the tip of that rubbery beast up and down her eager slit. She was hunching her hips forward trying to get the end of his cock to penetrate her. Reggie began to slowly slide his cock into that tight hole. It took several minutes before he got the whole thing inside of her. Abbey's cums were almost at a machine gun rate by now; but she could feel that the mother of all orgasms was about to befall her. Her moans got louder on each stroke of that phallus. Reggie knew that this hot, tight pussy would not allow him to last much longer without exploding into his condom.

For a few minutes now, Amanda had been able to hear her daughter's moans getting louder and louder. She put her book down and began to rub her own pussy. When she heard a shrill scream, she got out of bed and began to walk toward Abbey's bedroom. Her nightgown hit the floor somewhere on the way down the hall.




Abbey of Saint Gall



In spring of 1298 AD, the Abbey of Saint Gall rose to power of the village St.Gallen. The monastery with its church, dorm, and library rested at the head of the valley. A lovely stream passed the monastery on its way to the village of little houses. The houses were in all different shapes and periods facing every which way the builder had deemed best at the moment. The forest at the boundary of the village and meadows reached up into the high Alpine mountains. The bare rocky mountain tips were the furthest the inhabitants could see.

Bernard was in his monk cell. The walls and floor were large granite rock rectangles. The only things in the cell were a straw cot and a rough hewn blanket. Bernard was kneeling on the night-cold stone floor. Both of his hands were holding a wooden board. He smashed the wooden board against his forehead: "Extra Ecclesiam nulla salus (Outside the Church there is no salvation)." He looked at the wooden board. A fresh drop of red blood was there. The old blood had dried in different shades. The borders of the blood blotches were darker.

He repeated the rite once more. Then, he lay down the wooden board and laid himself down in his cot. He wrapped his body tightly into the rough brown blanket. The endorphins, the body's natural painkillers, were rushing in. The body temperature dropped as the body responded to the pain of the rite. He shivered and began sweating. The shivering provided a cool release of the tension in his life. He felt nurtured by the warm blanket. A cozy, peaceful sleep came over him.

The mighty church tower rang the five in the morning bells. Five bell rings vibrated throughout the monastery and the near village. Bernard rose from his bed. He was still wearing his monk robe, a brown sack with a hood and white hip cord. He folded his hands into the sleeves of the opposite arm to keep them warm. The only room heated in the monastery was the heating room and the infirmary.

He left his cell. He walked down the spiral stair case. The walls were heavy granite rocks. They were cold and pulled all warmth out of the air. Even his footsteps were soft, the echo of the flap-flap echoed through the walls. The darkness of the night made him see everything in weak shades of gray. Yet, he knew is way around the familiar monastery. He stopped in front of dean Philippe's door. A faint candle light flickered its light through the keyhole and gap at the bottom of the door. Bernard knocked.

"The one who knocks shall be received," said dean Philippe inside the room. Bernard opened the door. The candle on Philippe's desk painted the room orange and cave like. Philippe's hands were holding a book. A bed with linen sheets was in the corner. A plate with a white chocolate cake rested on the desk next to the pen. Bernard kneeled in the door frame with his head bowed down until Philippe expressed mercy and allowed full entrance and the comfort of a simple wooden chair.

"I see on your forehead that you have been working on your piety. The wounds will heal soon. But tell me, do you still feel the pain?"

"Yes, father, it still hurts."

"Do you remember the story of Jesus walking on Lake Genezareth? He told his disciple to follow him. Yet, the disciple looked at himself and sank. When he looked at Jesus, he could walk on the water again. It is the same with you, dear Bernard. As long as you look at yourself, you will feel the pain. When you can look completely on Jesus, you will feel no pain. Until then, you live in sin without faith. You must repent before death can take you away. To show your sincerity, I want you to think of a way to repent."

"Yes, father. I shall only eat from the scraps leftover of other monks for the next month to vow my freedom of earthly ties."

"So, shall it be."

"Dean Philippe, you have always advocated open discourse. May, I ask you a question?"

"Of course, Bernard."

"Last week, you had a monk whipped for three hours, because of his indulgence of sprinkling cinnamon on his oatmeal. I see that you have a chocolate frosted cake on your desk. I do not understand?"

"Bernard, when you have a solid as a faith as mine, no temptation can touch you anymore. So, you have to bring the devil into your very cell to give you the most precious temptations. Only that can challenge your faith. Only challenge lets you strengthen your faith. I will eat this cake and the evil one will tempt me to denounce my vow of poverty. Yet, I will rise above it and eat the cake without giving into the desire to indulge. Bernard, it is time to hasten to the chapel for the Prime (6 am service)."

"Thank you, father."

They walked down the hallway into the medicinal herb garden. The fresh scent of rosemary crossed their noses. The high mountains above the monastery had their tips already lighted by the coming sunrise. A couple birds were roused to chirp by the monk. More monks joined them at the door to the chapel. Their walk had slowed to shuffling steps in the mass of brown hooded man. Once inside the church, the mass of people dissipated as monks were leaving the central aisle to enter the black hard benches.

The lector began reciting the Latin mass. He was inside a white tower with a little roof at the front of the church. Sculptures of golden angels were flying above him. The stained colored tall baroque windows recounted a scene of the dead Christ stabbed into the side with a spear, a scene of Jonas being spewed out by the whale, and a scene of Moses receiving the ten Commandments. The pit of the church was lined by seats with tall wooden dividers between them. The highest religious leaders of the monastery would sit up front. Their bodies were completely hidden by the dividers. Only their knees and feet protruded to be visible. Even these limbs were covered by the same brown sack clothes as all the others, making them anonymous.

Bernard abruptly raised his head. He realized that his head had slowly lowered itself as he nodded off. The sleep was heavy on his eyes. The blood had drained his head from sitting. His finger nails scratched over the palm of the opposite hand. They left a white line in his pink flesh. He pinched his finger tips. The pinches did little to dispel the sleepy air out of him. For this problem, he had a small knife with him. He cut short quarter inch lines into the back of his hand to stay awake. Older cuts had healed into skinny white scars.

The monk next to Bernard opened his prayer book. He flipped to page eighty three. There was a slip of loose paper with a sketch in it. It was the primitive outline of a woman. A circle was the head. The hair was a curved line on both sides of her head. Notably, two circles on her chest stood for the breast. A cross hatched triangle at the bottom of the torso marked her sex. The monk reached his hand under his robe into his crotch.

Bernard tried to look away and focus on the lector. Yet, his eyes involuntarily peaked down at the drawing. They had to know. Was this girl like the girl that he remembered growing up in the village? Was this by rare chance the girl that had warmly hugged him after he had stumbled in school and bruised his knees? Was this the girl that had the purest blue eyes? Would that girl from school have breasts like these under her clothes as well? Bernard felt an erection despite the cold air. The stick figure naked woman and the memories of his school affection had aroused him.

When the sun had completely risen and flooded the chapel with light, the lector left his podium. The monks rose silently and shuffled to their morning chores. Bernard felt guilty. The mere thought of desire of a woman was adultery. This morning, he had adultered and perverted that innocent girl from his school. He felt horrible about hurting her. So, he took the path of penance.

The path of penance started at the back of the chapel. It was a trail that leads into the forest. The steep slope quickly gained altitude. Bernard looked back down at the abbey and the village. He felt like he had a good overview and was more in control of his life by seeing the big picture. The pine trees were large and towering around him. The wind whispered through the tips of them in an eerie woohoo. The dirt and rocks under his feet made a grinding sound as his weight pressed down on them.

The first stop was a shrine to Saint Abbo Fleury, who had written a passion about the martyrdom of Saint Edmund. Bernard kneeled on the sharp pebbles in front of the shrine. He prayed for forgiveness for his carnal desires earlier in mess. He tried to remedy the ill that he had done to Katherine, the school girl, by praying for her health. May, your arms be blessed with health. May, your legs be blessed with health. As he blessed her legs, he remembered an incident.

Katherine had been excited to fetch a certain wild flower for the teacher. The teacher was teaching botany and needed a specimen for demonstration. It was a dandelion. The teacher wanted to show us the little seeds. Katherine had jumped up from her chair. As she jumped out of the classroom, she had miscalculated the steps outside of it. She fell flat on her face. Her dress had risen up and over her, so that the bottom of it was resting on her back. As she lay face down, her whole legs were bare to the students looking out. She was exposed up to her panties. Those young, tender white legs had a bit of baby fat. The butt cheeks were firm under the panties. He had often thought about running kisses up and down the legs and feeling her butt cheeks with his lips through the panties.

Bernard rose. He walked to the next shrine. The shrine was hammered into a two man high outcropping of rock. This shrine belonged to Edmund the Martyr, who had been killed by Vikings. Bernard prayed for forgiveness of his earlier memory of Katherine's legs. He repented by praying for Katherine's life to be filled with joy and happiness. He remembered the time that he saw her at her happiest. She had been gleaming with joy that she had seen him naked. She had uttered the devious and forbidden word with a gushing passion: "I saw your penis."

Before school, Bernard had taken a bath at the creek a little outside the village. His clothes had been resting on a rock safely away from the sprinkling of the creek as it splashed over the rocks. He was sitting naked in the creek splashing water over his head, when he thought that he had heard giggling. Then, he had discounted his hearing. After she had told him, she imagined her hiding behind a tree. He imagined her watching his naked body. He imagined her watching his butt cheeks, inspecting the clef between his butt cheeks, as he jumped head first into a swimming hole. He imagined her telling the other girls in class about the white stout shaft of his penis and the shriveled up scrotum from the cold water. He imagined the girls visualizing their interpretations of his penis as they looked at him during class break.

Bernard tore himself away from the shrine and his rampant fantasy. He walked as fast as he could so that the pang in his lungs may stop the sinful thoughts. The shrine for Saint Gratus of Aosta quickly appeared at the edge of an idyllic clearing in the forest. The grass grew freely in the clearing with wildflowers dotting the green. A couple of deer were grassing on the far side. Bernard fell to his knees and silently cried for mercy from the temptations. He blessed Katherine with safety from the dangers of war and thugs. He remembered the night that the village was ransacked by a warring neighboring village. The formation of the Swiss federation was filled with battles for political power. All the children were huddled in the only school room. Katherine had fallen asleep leaning on his shoulder.

Her hair had fallen into his face. The long strands of hair were wafting the smell of female and youth into his nose. She smelled like nothing else he had smelled before. The hair tickled his face a bit, yet he surrendered to that feeling. Her chest pushed against his arm gently as she inhaled. He felt the warmth of her body creeping into his skin and warming his heart. His mind started feeling drowsy, yet happy about feeling her. Once she shifted a bit and her ragdoll hand fell into his lap. Her hand squarely landed on his pants covering his penis. He did not dare moving.

Outside, weapons were making sounds hitting each other. Men were yelling taunts and orders. Inside, he felt her soft little hand resting on his penis through his pant fabric. He felt so much tender love that his penis grew hard. Katherine was innocently sleeping, while he was flushed with lust. All his limps felt alive and vibrating sensuously.

The door barged open. An out of breath man in armor with a sword announced that the attackers were running. We were safe. Katherine roused. She felt his erection with her hand. He blushed with deep embarrassment. She looked tenderly into his eyes. He looked back into her blue eyes. They were clear. He could see the dark blotches in her iris. He felt the tenderness and love that his parents never gave him. A tear ran down his face. Katherine's face reacted with deep empathy for Bernard's hard life as a boy, who had to be tough. All the while, her hand was still resting on his erect penis.

Bernard rose up from the shrine. He had a raging erection under his monk robe. He stepped behind a large tree trunk. He reached his penis. He imagined that it were Katherine's hand. He dreamed what her soft warm touch on his sex would feel like. He could almost see her blue eyes and mischievous smile hovering in front of his face, as she would jack him off. He had looked at those red pinkish lips often enough to remember their shape, how they were evenly thin, how the crooks of the lips would move around for her different faces. He furiously rubbed his penis behind the tree. Desire had completely overtaken him. He could feel that Katherine's happy, cheerful, and innocent spirit overtook all of his guilt, inadequacy, and struggling.

His penis spurted white gobs of semen that fell onto the brown forest soil with sullen thumps. He looked at his gelatinous white semen on the ground. There was a last drop at the tip of his penis. He squeezed the urethra of the penis to push out additional drops of semen. He wiped them against the rough, crumbling tree bark leaving his mark of sin. He was now overcome with immense guilt. He rushed back to the monastery.

As Bernard descended the path of penance, the monastery was busy in the morning light. Monks were chopping wood. Monks were carrying books to the famous library. Monks labored in the kitchen. Bernard found his way to a quiet patch of the medicinal herb garden. The supervising monk pointed out the section that he had to take care off. The neat beds were surrounded by stone slabs that were pushed into the ground. The stone slabs kept the weed away. Tanacetum patheniums were growing. The first crop of flowers has opened. The yellow flowers with white petals were thickly clustered. The dried flowers were medicine to reduce fewer, cure headaches, and ease arthritis.

Bernard enjoyed clipping the flower heads of the butt. The cheery flower and the tactile feeling of the plant provided a serene oasis in the austere monastery. He dropped the flowers into one cup. Occasionally, he would separate the lush stalks of the plant to pick a weed that had started to grow in the ground. The weed would be dropped on the tile next to him. One of the monks began a hymn to praise the good fortune of a beautiful day, surviving the rough winter, and the blessings of the lord. Bernard merrily joined the happy singing. The supervising monk merrily smiled at the good progress they were making to maintain the medicinal herb garden.

Dean Philippe stepped towering next to Bernard: "Come with me." Another gardening monk silently moved to take Bernard's cup with flowers and the weeds. Philippe's robe was fluttering in the draft of his rapid steps. Bernard followed slightly ducking. As the passed the walkways of the abbey, the monks averted their gaze and stopping any momentarily pause to take an inhale. Philippe pushed open a heavy lumber door with sturdy iron hinges. The storage shed had a circle of monks surrounding two monks. One of the monks was red in the face with rapid twitchy movements. The other looked sullen and slouched.

"As the Dean, I shall speak justice. Brother Marcus you accuse Brother Dmitri of masturbation. That is a grave accusation for masturbation by clergy is worse than murder. We all know that the virgins are the wives of the one in heaven. Thus, to think of touching them in ones mind is like adultery against god. There can only be a harsh penalty. For the mercy of a harsh penalty may wipe clean the sin and allow passage to heaven. Brother Dmitir, do you admit your guilt?"

"Sir, Dean Philippe, I understand Brother Marcus' suspicion. Though, I merely applied an herbal cream for my urinary infection. It may..."

"Well, enough, Brother Dmitri. We have an impasse. One of you is a liar. You all remember the story of Moses praying with his arms held up. He prayed all day. By nightfall his arms started sinking. An angel descended to lift up his arms, so he may continue until the grace of the one smiled on him."

"(Continued) You two stand next to each other. Raise your arms parallel to the ground. Keep them there. Whoever benefits of the help of an angel to keep the arms up longer will be proven true."

"Sir, Dean Philippe, Brother Marcus is much stronger than I am. He does a lot of physical labor."

"Quiet, Brother Dmitri. Do you believe a man can be stronger than an angel? Of course not, if you are truly innocent, what do you worry? The angel will keep your arms up with no effort on your part."

The two monks stood with their arms reached out at their side. Marcus was broad shoulder from working timber. He had a confident smile on his face. Dmitri was a timid library worker. His back was bent forward from copying books many hours of the day. His arms were shaking the moment that he had lifted them. A tear rolled down his face. The circle of monks assumed him guilty, because he clearly did not expect an angel to rescue him.

The last minute, Dmitri fought hard against his sagging arms. When his arms were inches away from touching the side of his hips, he gave up dejectedly. His clothes were stripped from him. He stood naked in the half light of the dark storage shed. His body was lean, so that his muscles were clearly defined. He may not be strong, yet his body clearly showed the six bulges of his abdominal muscles. His legs were sturdy and firm. His arms were slender and pleasant. His sex hang exposed from his crotch.

"Dmitri, tell us, whom did you fantasize about when you masturbated?"

"Nobody!"

Dean Philippe took a coiled single tail whip from a wall hanger. His strong hand gripped the single tail. The other hand uncoiled and smoothed the tip. He reached over his head and behind. Then, he flicked the single tail whip through the air. The loud bang of the whip snapping rattled the thin metal pots in the shed and the ears of the monk. The tip precisely landed on Dmitri's right upper back. The skin split on impact leaving a red fluid mark. Dmitri cowered and turned away, while protecting his head with his hands.

"Who was in your fantasy?"

"Helen, Helen from the village!"

A smile swished over Dean Philippe's face. He handed the whip to another monk and instructed five lashes as punishment. Dmitri would run into the corner away from the strikes. Yet, the monk followed him without mercy. Dmitri was naked like an animal with his bare bottoms, the manly bulges, showing to the monks. Eventually, he rolled up in the corner of the shed to receive the last lash that cracked his skin. Six straight flush-red lines were on his back and butt with a few drops of blood running out.




Abbey of Saint Gall



An anti-masturbation device was taken out of a drawer. It was a phallic leather pouch with spikes on it, which made it impossible to grasp the penis. Dean Philippe moved the torso of the hunched over Dmitri away. Dmitri lethargically yielded. Dean Philippe rustled through Dmitri's pubic hair to pull out the fleshy, pale penis. He pulled the leather pouch over it. A leather string was run around the penis twice and tied to keep it in place. An opening at the tip of the pouch would allow urine to come out.

Dmitri was to fast for ten years to atone. Dean Philippe lead the congregation of monks out of the storage shed to join the Sext, the mess recited at the sixth hour of daylight, noon. Dmitri hurried to pull over his robe and follow the pious monks. The chapel was warm from the daylight. The cold harsh winter climate waned finally. The trees outside the chapel threw shadow patterns on the stained windows, making their colorful play with light even more engaging. Occasionally, a patch of sunlight moved onto Bernard's hand. The bright light was tingling his skin in a wonderful way. The sun patches would leave and Bernard would wait for them to return, while the lector continued his Latin recitation.

The following lunch filled the refectory with monks, who were eager to eat their simple meal. To follow their vow of poverty, the food was grain based with a little meat, unless one was fasting. Today a porridge of oatmeal served as their sole nutrition. Thick serving spoonful loads were shaken on the plates of the monks. With enough chewing, the starches break down into sweet sugars.

Bernard did not have a plate today. He patiently waited for a monk to finish his meal. He would humbly ask, if he could clear his plate. Then, he'd rapidly scratch his fork back and force on the plate to recover any oatmeal slurry that had stuck to the plate. When another monk generously left over a spoonful of oatmeal, he would insist that the monk finish his meal, because accepting their generosity would invalidate his penance. Dmitri was standing in the corner, as he was unable to sit with the fresh skin cuts.

When the kitchen monks collected the dishes to wash them, Dean Philippe collected the monks from the earlier punishment. He prepared them to leave for the village. Bernard walked ahead of Dean Philippe holding up the banner of the abbey. The banner was hanging down from a large and heavy wooden stick. The coat of arms for the Abbey of Saint Gall was a walking black bear with a red tongue on a yellow background. The other monks followed.

There was a little wooden bridge over the creek to cross from the abbey land to the land of the village. Technically, the village was property of the abbey, yet the local villagers' resistance often left them extra leeway. The word quickly spread that Dean Philippe was walking into the village. He was feared by the villagers. They knew his history.

Dean Philippe was the second son to a noble man. As the second son, he would inherit nothing. Only the first born son would become the next lord. Even before the transfer of power, when his father was still alive, he had to be removed from the court. His tyrannical escapades caused a great deal of commotion. His father bought Philippe the position of dean at the distant abbey to ensure his well being and distance. At the time, many leadership positions in the church were filled by extra children of noble people. In the wildest and most feverish dreams, a regular peasant could not expect to work his way from a lowly monk to become the pope.

The village had two story tall buildings that were finished and painted with much pride. The low angle roofs accumulated much snow in winter. The layer of snow would serve as further isolation from the cold. Brown-green wood shingles covered the roofs. White painted facades with wood porches lined the street, until the path became narrower towards the center of the village. Near the village center, the houses stood side by side with no more space for little gardens and porches.

Dean Philippe stopped in front of the house of the black smith. The wall was missing in front of the metal working place, so that the intense heat of the fire could more freely escape outside. A band of villagers lead by the mayor faced the monastery congregation. The mayor had a red ribbon sideways over his shoulder to signify his high office. The young lads and older gray hairs behind the mayor were holding sticks in their hands. Their faces were grim.

"Dean Philippe, what brings you into the village?"

"It is a matter of the Church. Do not dare interfering. Helen has been poisoned by an evil spirit. Make her come out and surrender to the Church's exorcism."

"She looked fine to me earlier today. What is your evidence?"

"Fine, we shall hold a court of justice. Let my monks bring her out."

The monks except for Philippe, who firmly faced the mayor, and Bernard, who held the wavering church banner, stormed into the building. They pushed away the scared father. The noise of a table moving over the wood floor was heard in the building. A young woman screaming for help was heard. A minute later, the first monk appeared out of the blacksmith's house with Helen. His hand grabbed her neck and pushed her in front of him. The young girl was in her early twenties. Curly blond hair fell over her shoulders. Her bosom was ripe as a pregnant hog's. She was barefoot.

"The method of justice is this peace of bread and this peace of cheese. A monk will write the holy prayer on the piece of bread. Then, Helen has to swallow the bread and cheese whole. If an evil spirit possesses her, the spirit will make her choke. The spirit will try to fight against taking in the bread with the holy inscription."

A monk drew the holy prayer on the piece of bread with an ink quill. The bread was wrapped around the lump of cheese. A cross was placed under her right foot. Her father was allowed to hold another cross over her head. Then, two monks held the helpless Helen. Another monk forced open her jaw and stuffed the food inside of her. He put the palm of his hand over her mouth to keep the food inside. Helen slowly chewed with her face hidden under the hand of the monk, except for her wide open eyes with fear.

The villagers were silent. Dean Philippe told the monk to pinch Helen's nose, so that she was forced to swallow. Helen kept chewing a few times without her breath to liquefy the lump of food in her mouth. Yet, her face ran pale and she had to swallow. She attempted and the large lump made her choke. The fear had dried up her spit.

The villagers were tense. They were considering standing up for their own, yet afraid of the power of the church. Dean Philippe seized the moment, grabbed Helen and swiftly turned around. The monks followed him. The villagers followed the monk. One of the villagers threw a hunk of bread at Dean Philippe's head. He turned around shortly, yet realized that making out the culprit in the crowd was impossible. The villagers stopped at the bridge, the boundary of the village. All they could see was the congregation disappearing with Helen into the dormitory of the abbey.

Dean Philippe took Helen into his room. The monks were ordered to stand guard outside. Bernard heard physical struggle inside of the room. Helen's screams and begging alternated. Skin hitting skin was heard. Bernard assumed that the evil spirit was fighting against the dean. When silence settled in, Bernard assumed the exorcism to be over soon. 

The door flew open. The naked Helen ran out of the room. Her boobs were heaving. Her butt cheeks were squeezing tight alternately as she ran down the hall. She spat out a wad of white that was too large and sticky for spit. Two monks ran after her. Before she could reach the stairway, the first monk wrapped his arms around her and fell on top of her naked body. The second monk flung himself on top of the pile. Only her bare foot was visible under the brown robes. The foot twisted and moved around to indicate her struggle against the two male monks.

The monks took their waist bands off to tie them around her wrists and ankles. Then, they heaved her onto their shoulders and carried her back into the Dean Philippe's room. Dean Philippe only appeared shortly in the door frame to receive the bound Helen back. He left his room punctually for the Nones, the three o'clock mess. Barnard could quickly peak into the room and saw the naked Helen lying on the bed with the linen sheets. Philippe said to let her go, she had repented.

The chapel was filled with monks that were tired from beginning work early. A heavy mood hung in the group. The monotone Latin liturgy was pierced by flashing images of the naked Helen running down the hallway. Memories of the way her hips swayed penetrated Bernard's thoughts. He struggled to repress the memories of the juicy calves. The worst was his fantasy about what it felt to be the two monks that had tackled her. He imagined her naked body, boobs, hips, back, hands, and arms rubbing against the monks. He imagined their hips, penises, and faces rubbing against her body. He imagined the deep animal like connection the souls had in their struggle. He felt turned on. He felt deeply sick about himself getting turned on at all, let alone a poor helpless woman that is abused. Deep guilt settled into Bernard's heart. He wanted to have his body disappear. The more he tried pushing away those thoughts, the thicker they grew in his head.

By the end of the mess, Bernard was tormenting with guilt and desire. He impatiently endured the slow shuffle of the monks leaving the chapel. Near the exit, he picked up a flogger from the desk that had implements of penance. He began walking towards his cell. The tails of the flogger were folded over the handle. He held them in his hand stiffly as he kept walking. Some of the monks took notice of the sign of sin. Other monks were used to the common self punishment in the abbey.

In his cell of bare rock walls, he took his robe off. He wrapped it around his waste, so that his back was exposed. He kneeled on the hard cold floor. He closed his eyes. His hands were resting with the flogger in his lap. In front of him was the bible. He recited the Latin scripture. A flash of Helen's pink nipple flashed into his mind. It was the moment that she had opened the Philippe's door and froze for a second to seize up the hallway in front of her. Bernard had clearly seen her rosy right nipple. Now, he flogged himself hard on the back. The back muscle spasmed tight from the sharp pain. A moment later, Bernard relaxed and resumed an upright position. He focused on reciting the scripture again.

His reading arrived at a dull listing of family lineage. A whole page of names described the off spring and grand children. Bernard's mind wandered to Helen's spit filled with a white wad. He had looked at it on the floor closer. It was cum. Had Dean Philippe put his penis into his mouth? Or, had the masturbatory cum of Dmitri actually manifested in Helen? He thought of his own cum in the morning. He wondered if Katherine had mystically received the wad of his cum in her mouth. He wondered if Katherine would have spat his cum wad out or recognized him and swallowed. Swoosh, swoosh, he flogged himself until the image of Katherine and Helen vanished.

The point of a flogger was to be relatively mild and avoid drawing blood, at least at first. As the sunlight started waning, the blood was tripping from the flogger as he retrieved it from the blows. He succumbed to the exhaustion and fell unconscious. When the daylight had completely disappeared, the noise and commotion outside roused him. He carefully cleaned the flogger to avoid infecting the next monk, who would use it. He returned the scripture book. Then, he walked out to the front of the chapel.

The monks were in disarray pacing amongst each other. A raucous mob from the village was screaming for them on the other side of the bridge. As far as Bernard could tell, a man and a woman were held captive at the front of the mob. Dean Philippe was at the edge of the monks. He faced a way to hide the fear tearing across his face. Dean Philippe gripped the bible firmer that he was holding and turned around to sternly face the monks. Without saying a word, he walked through the middle of them towards the mob of villagers. The monks tentatively followed him falling into organized rows of two.

From the monastery side of the bridge, he boomed at the crowd to tell him about the raucous. The disorganized screams of the villagers painted the picture that they had caught the man and the woman committing adultery. Neither of them was married. They had been sneaking into a shed together. Yet, the crowd was unsure, if he had managed to penetrate the girl. He was guilty for sure. Yet, if the girl was untouched by the rape, she would be innocent. However, if he had soiled her virginity, she was to be punished equally.

Dean Philippe's judgment was quick. The man was to be tortured and killed by exposure. He was to be buried up to his neck in front of the monastery. Thus, he would be exposed to the elements, rain, sun, animals until he would eventually die of dehydration and starvation. However, the girl needed to be tried. She would be tied and thrown into a deep swimming hole in the creek. If she floated, she was guilty. If she sank like a normal person, her innocence would be proved.

The crowd calmed down with the plan established. The monks relaxed knowing that the village was not out to lynch them. The man and the woman were pushed across the bridge into the strong arms of the monks. A group of five monks took the man to dig a hole for him. Dean Philippe took the woman and led her in front of the monks up the creek. The villagers followed on the other side of the creek. Their lanterns lighted up the night. The monks walked unaided through the darkness.

The side of the creek entered the forest. The path beaten by common usage grew increasingly rockier. Large smooth boulders made the two groups walk like a snake towards their goal. A pale grey sheer rock wall showed the entrance of the gorge. The monks were climbing along narrow rock shelves about twenty feet above the water. The village mob climbed the top of the other side to about fifty feet. The groups moved slowly as each member had to individually find good footing and steady themselves with hands in cracks off the wall.

They came to the bend of the gorge. Here the creek was loudly gurgling beneath them. The bend made the water go in a little circle. The circle had carved a deep hole into the granite rock. Young teenagers would climb the wall here and jump down into the depth. The monks were standing in a long line along the rocky ledge. The villagers were high above them carefully observing the procession. The steep walls of the gorge kept the light of the night sky out.

Dean Philippe tied the woman, who was too scared to move for she may slip and fall onto the rocks beneath and die instantly. He used two waist bands from monks behind him to tie her hands behind her back and her ankles. He'd wrap a few loops of waist band around the wrist. Then, he'd wrap waistband across the rope loops in between the hands to tighten the grip of the rope. The woman looked at the villagers above and the dark monk figures behind her. That moment, Bernard could see the face of the woman. It was Katherine!

After a short prayer, Dean Philippe single handedly tossed Katherine down into the gorge. He threw her spot in the middle of the gorge, where the water was deepest to avoid hitting the bottom. As the water closed over her body, splashes flew high into the air. Rings of waves rang against the waves of the current. There was nothing for a second or two. Katherine's body reappeared at the surface as she was struggling for her live and gulp of air. The water was raging in tumult around her, as she could only wiggle her body violently. Shortly, her head disappeared under the pitch black surface.

The men started discussing, how long they had to wait for her body to be under. Some men worried that it may be a ruse and she was swimming under to full them. They suggested waiting until her strength waned, because she may float back up. Others were concerned about letting an innocent young woman die. Yet, others suggested that should she drown innocently, she would be richly rewarded in heaven. Thus, saving her would deprive her of the bounty.

In a lapse of reason, Bernard jumped after her. He had been one of those young lads spending the summer to find the best rocks to dive from. He had perfected making his body large to slow his speed even in shallow water. The cold water awakened him. He reached the stand still point of the dive. It was a moment of peace under water. Then, he pushed up to the surface. He paddled hard to Katherine's last spot and submerged looking for her.

The crowd was divided among supporters cheering for Katherine's rescue and justice vigilante's demanding Bernard's death. Another monk jumped after Bernard, yet he resurfaced violently screaming about a fracture leg. An enraged villager threw a rock down to the water. The rock hit wall before hitting the water. The clunk of the rock echoed through the gorge.

Bernard reached his hands around in the dark cold water. He could see nothing. It seemed almost futile. He kept reaching. His lungs emptied. He believed in another second and reached somewhere else. He fought for another second and dived a little lower. He didn't want to live unless he would feel Katherine. He dived a little left and reached. His hand found a piece of wet fabric. He pulled on it until there was more fabric to pull on. The next time he reached for a grab of fabric, his hand collided with Katherine's soft body. He wrapped his arms around her belly and pulled her up to the air.

She did not breathe. So, he pulled her body against his body and swam backward to the shallow. Some villagers had returned to the mouth of the gorge and were now scrambling up the bottom of the gorge to reach him. Once Bernard's feet got hold of the sandy floor, she stood up. He pulled her face close to his. His shivering cold lips wrapped around her mouth. The water made her face wet and smooth, as if Katherine were ten years younger. He blew air into her. She awoke in his arms. He removed her bonds.

They ran further up the gorge. The villagers from the mouth of the gorge pursued them hard. Their foot steps and calls echoed up the gorge. Katherine's long wet dress made climbing over the rocks hard. Big boulders filled the gorge with the creek gushing in and around them. Bernard knew that ahead was a birch tree with long roots that reached down to the floor of the gorge. The roots were perfect handholds to escape it. Only a few of the teenagers knew about it, because only the daring scrambled this far into the gorge during their summer frolicking.

Katherine and Bernard were panting hard. They were hot from the physical work and shivering from the cold wet clothes. Adrenaline was running through their blood. They inhaled strong and clear. The gnarled root of the birch tree was next to them. Bernard sent Katherine to climb first. That way, he could move her feet from one foot hold into the next. If one knew all the little hidden crooks, it was rather easy to climb up the sheer granite wall.

They were half-way up, when the villagers appeared with their lanterns. The crowd was mad from the hardship of scrambling over the rocks at night. They had all bumped their feet and scratched their hands. They wanted revenge for their little pains. They scrambled straight past the two. The two were holding onto the birch tree root. Bernard held Katherine's calf. Water dripped down from their clothes. Their muscles were shaking from holding their weight on the same foot without moving. The fear and mild hypothermia stole away their thoughts as they waited for the villagers to appear further away.




Abbey of Saint Gall



Once they stood on even ground next to the birch tree, Bernard coyly suggested taking off the clothes. The cold night would surely drain all their warmth through the wet clothes. Being naked, they would have a better chance of surviving until they found shelter. He quickly and gladly threw the monk robe off. She coyly removed her dress. She held her arms across her plumb breast. He saw the triangle of her pubic hair. It was like in the stick figure drawing in the morning. She squeezed water out of her hair. He saw her nipples. He saw the moonlight reflected on her wet belly. She saw her eyes looking into the distance of the land of darkness, as if she were knowing.

Bernard silently took her hand and led her onward. A faint trail guided them higher into the mountains. After an hour of thick forest, they arrived at a steep rocky slope. The trail cut across with a steep drop off to the side. Now, they could see down at the village and monastery for the first time. The bulk of lights had withdrawn to the village center. Speckles of light combed the forest for the fugitives, yet all at much lower elevation.

Outside of the tree cover, the moon light shone onto Katherine and Bernard's naked bodies. He had a thin yet stout and tall body. She was on the tall side. Her breasts were now freely hanging in the milky moon light. He saw her firm thighs. Her body was so much smaller than the fluffy dresses had always made him belief. She seemed like a bundle of joy to him that he would have wanted to pick up and carry away. He did not dare touching her. As he glanced over the nakedness of her body, he could feel his penis moving. He was afraid that she would catch him with an erection. He told her to move on ahead of him.

She walked on across the rocky slope. He looked at his feet to avoid the uneven rocks. He glanced up at her naked butt to avoid walking too fast and bumping into her. Her butt cheeks went flabby and taught alternating with each step. He got mesmerized for a dozen steps. Because he felt the blood in his penis, he averted his eyes down. He looked at her strong thighs. He had never seen naked female thighs with all the details of their strength and how fleshy they seem. His penis was fully erect. It pointed ahead of him. His sex was exposed as he was walking naked. The temptation of her naked body would not go away like his thoughts. And, he could not avert his eyes, because he would stumble.

His heart was pounding in his ears, as he was embarrassed about Katherine turning around and seeing his large erection. Katherine paused for a moment. He told her to move on, before she could turn around. The path returned into the cover of the forest again. Bernard hoped that it would be too dark for Katherine to recognize his erection. As the nervosity left him, the erection eased his penis back down.

By dawn, they reached the edge of the forest high on the mountain. Trees stopped growing at this altitude. Meadows with grazing cows took over the landscape here. The villagers would bring the cows up to the high meadows in spring and take them back down in fall. Across the meadow was the cabin with the steward, who milked the cow and cultured cheese. Milk perished quickly. Cheese lasted long and could be delivered down to the village on a weekly schedule. The cabin was quiet without lights. Apparently, none of the searching villagers had come up here. They walked across the meadow side by side.

The breaking morning light showed the wooden door into the cabin. It was large cabin with a hay floor on top. The windows were well maintained. A row of flowers was in mini seed beds next to the house. Everything was quiet. Perhaps, the steward had not left the village yet and was waiting for warmer days. He pushed the door open. Being respectful, Bernard looked for the stairs to the hay floor to sleep in the hay rather than the steward's bed. The stairs were a few wood boards nailed into the wall. They squeaked under the weight of their hands and feet.

A scream rang. The scream was coming again from the floor below. Bernard called back that they were not thieves and simply needed a place to stay. Only a grunt responded. Bernard told the naked Katherine to wait on the hay floor. Bernard slowly climbed down to the ground floor. He warned the steward that he had no clothes and was naked. He opened the door to the bedroom.

The steward was sitting on the bed. Both feet were hovering over the ground. The steward was in tremendous pain. His feet were red and swollen. He complained that he was stuck on his bed like this for two days already, unable to walk. Bernard inspected the feet. Only getting his hand close to touching the feet, had the steward scream in agony. Bernard explained that the man had gout. Upon questioning, the steward confirmed that he was eating all the left over cheese scrapes. Bernard suggested, if he'd stop doing that the pain would go away. Drinking plenty water might break up the gout crystals sooner. The steward sent Bernard to fetch him a mug of water.

The steward allowed them to stay for a while. He also gave Bernard two pants and two shirts and apologized for not having spare shoes to share. The steward returned to lie in his bed. Bernard climbed up to the naked Katherine, who was hiding behind a hay ball squatting with her heels at her naked butt cheeks. He handed her pants and a shirt. She dressed herself like a man. They made a pile of hay and went to sleep.

Bernard was exhausted and slept for a long time. Katherine woke up first. She lifted his head on her lap. She stared caressing the hair around his face. Bernard gently woke up from the cradling. He felt loved and comforted by her gentle touch. He worryingly looked at her. She told him that everything would be okay. His face strained as he told her that he had had erotic feelings for her. She told him to hush. She reminded him that she had seen him naked as well. Everything would be okay. He felt safe. He cried. Tears were running down his face. The emotional discharge of his lifetime of standing up to harsh men and perfect purity standards exhausted him. He sobbingly fell back into a slumber and surrendered himself into Katherine's care.

He awoke again in the late afternoon. Katherine had caressed his hair and face for an hour. She grew endeared with the features of his face. The steward called up to them to ask them to milk the cows. Katherine took Bernard's hand as she led him to climb down to the ground floor. They walked over the meadow. The grass grew liberally. The surface was uneven and covered with many rocks. They came to a steeper slope with a smooth run of grass. Katherine asked, if Bernard had ever rolled down a grass hill. He said 'no.'

She laughed out loud as she swung the empty milk can threw the air. She grabbed her pants. Her mouth was wide open with a free and youthful laugh. She let herself fall to the floor like a ragdoll with her arms raised up as if they were following her. Then, she let herself roll down the grass sideways. After five rotations, she stopped and giggled. She insisted that Bernard follow her.

Bernard tentatively laid himself down. Then, he let himself roll a bit. The feeling was dizzying. The ground touched him in so many places. The world twisted around him. After the third roll, he could not tell up and down anymore. He started laughing as a feeling of joy came over him. He sat up next to Katherine to digest the emotions that were running through him.

Katherine pulled Bernard up with her hand. She told him to fly like a bird. Off she went running with her arms stretched out. She went left and right like a bird of prey soaring around. The dazed Bernard followed her. He reached out his large manly wings. He ran. He followed the cheery inner child of Katherine. He played. Yes, he played. He loved following the hair of Katherine flying through the draft wind in front of him. He wanted to get another whiff of her hair like back, when they thought shelter in the school room.

They swiftly arrived at the milking shed. The cows with bulging udders had already waited for a day to receive relieve of the pressure by milking. The cows stood silently, as Katherine and Bernard shot streams of milk into the same milk can. The happy cows walked off to their favorite pasture. The next cow eager for relieve would push herself in between them. Grunting moos were all around them. Some of the cow butts were filthy with cow excrement. One generally had to be careful to avoid stepping into the flat liquid cow manure pancakes that the cows left behind.

They returned to the cabin. The steward was sitting happily on a bench in front of the cabin to welcome them back. He had gray hair. He wore a traditional leather pant with suspenders. He had a full beard with the beard hair above his lip twisted at the ends. He wore a felt hat. He graciously thanked them. With sorrow creases on his forehead, he added that he had found out about their plight. A young boy had come to check on him. The young boy would tell the village. The next morning, the village mob would be at the high meadows to lynch them.

He was deeply sorry that there was no way of escaping. Farther up was a glacier with eternal snow that was treacherous even with special equipment and warm clothes. To the sides were sheer granite walls that could not be climbed. The cabin was in a funnel. The choke point to the cabin was already guarded. He thanked Bernard again about educating him about gout.

Katherine and Bernard climbed up to the hay floor. They sat next to each other solemn. "I don't care," said Katherine. "For so long have I dreamed about you, shy boy. If I am going to be condemned, I may as well romp you like a rabbit. I want to feel your throbbing penis inside my belly." Her blue eyes looked wild into his face. He gazed back at her with fear.

She flung her body onto his. She devoured his mouth with hers. Her tongue flicked in between his teeth like fire taunting the teeth, his lips, and his tongue. Feeling her tongue inside of him ignited his passion. His arms roused as he grabbed her body and pulled her tight. His loins pushed against hers. He felt the round shapes of her boobs pressing against his chest. He felt her body feverishly clinging onto his. Feeling her passion made him wild.

He pulled is pants over his stiff erection. She eagerly kicked of her pants. They left the shirts on, not caring in heat to get completely naked. He sank his member into her moist waiting sex. The smoothness of the entry and the tightness of her vagina awakened the animal in him that wrested control from his conscious guilty monk mind. She wanted him. She pushed her butt up and down against his sex.

After they came, their appetite was only half sated. "Do you want to try a forbidden position?" said the Bernard awakened to live daringly. All positions but missionary were strictly prohibited by the church. He flipped Katherine over on her hands and knees. He thrust into her from behind like a dog. Amazing, how the lips of her vagina reached back between her thighs, so that he could access them from behind. Unsatisfied with the depth of penetration, he grabbed her thighs like a wheel barrow and lifted her hind up. Now with her thighs in her hand, he penetrated her deeply touching her cervix.

After another lighting and thunder inside their hot sexes, Katherine collapsed forward and Bernard on top of her sweaty body. They dozed for a bit in the luscious afterglow of fornication. Then, Katherine pulled herself out from under Bernard. She jumped into the air. She said, let's thump the church even more and dance. She threw of her shirt. She jumped from one leg to the next. Bernard threw of his shirt as well. He clutched her body. He spun both of them around as he had heard frivolous people dance Viennese Waltz. They intoxicated each other with dizziness. They tried to stand still on their own yet fell on top of each other.

As the dizziness waned, Bernard started kissing Katherine's naked body. He carefully placed a kiss on each inch of skin. He worked his way from her neck down to her nipples. Katherine moaned as he reached her nipples. Then, he pushed his nose into her hair to smell her hair roots. She said that she had always loved him. She said how often she had wished that he would take her onto a secret tryst into the forest. She said how hard broken she was, when he joined the monastery. But now, they were both free again.

The morning came swiftly in the timeless world of the two lovers. An angry mob of villagers led by Dean Philippe arrived. They decided to torch the whole building as it had been cursed by the two. The flames flew high into the sky as the fire went into full roar. The steward silently cried about his home being burned down to the foundation. Dean Philippe felt justly accomplished. The steward was forced to feed the mob for free with fresh milk.

The tale of the two made its way to Geneva, the big city. The rumor was told that the two lovers silently snuck out of the hay floor by removing panels from the roof. Thus, the steward, who held guard, did not notice them slipping out. Then, they had hidden in a cave until the villagers had left. From their, they had stolen themselves across the country to Geneva, where they had started a secret Venus cult. The cult would hold wild orgies in private houses of the city. The church denied the existence of the cult. Yet, others said that they fiercely persecuted the Venus cult.



Abbey the Horny Lawyer



Abbey Robbins had unloaded her car and had gotten her six and a half year old son into bed. It was only about nine o'clock on this Sunday evening; but the comely twenty-five year old woman was physically exhausted. She had stripped and pulled a short nightgown over her head before crawling into bed. She was relaxing and one hand crept between her legs, two fingers finding their way between those moist pussy lips. As she tried to use her hands to bring herself a relaxing cum, she began to think about the events that had led her to the following day when she was about to begin a new chapter in her life.

She thought back to that day nearly seven and a half years before when her entire life had been changed. Abbey had been a beautiful high school senior who was an honor roll student and she had been a star softball player for her school's team. She had colleges waiting in line for her to play for them when she graduated from high school. In March of that year, she had gone to a party and the young virgin had had a little too much to drink. Against her will she had had sex with two of the guys at that party. As traumatic as that experience had been, she had tried to put that horrible memory behind her and continue with her life.

Two months later, Abbey found out that that evening would never be erased from her mind. The teenage girl learned that she was pregnant. A month later, she broke her leg in two places and all of the college recruiters cooled their efforts to recruit her. Aided by the financial and moral support of her parents, Abbey gave birth to a healthy son and then enrolled in college in January. Abbey was a pregnant teenager with virtually no sexual experience when she and her mother began to have sex with each other. A couple of months after her son was born, she learned how enjoyable it could be to have sex with a man. She and her father began a sexual relationship that still continued.

During her first semester in college, she had been befriended by Jeannie Parks who had also had a promising college softball career ended by an injury. Jeannie was two years older than Abbey and she talked Jeannie into beginning to umpire high school softball. Their friendship eventually became sexual although Jeannie had been dating Gary Alhorn for almost two years. As she attended college, the horizons of Abbey's sexual experience were broadened quite a bit. Jeannie graduated from college when Abbey was completing her sophomore year. The week after graduating from college, Jeannie had been married to Gary. Abbey had been the maid of honor at that wedding. Over the course of the weekend of the wedding, Abbey had sex with Gary, his brother and his sister.

Abbey had enrolled school after graduation from college. While trying to find a place for his daughter to live, Reggie Robbins, Abbey's father, had found that it would be cheaper in the long run to buy a small apartment building than it would be to pay the astronomical rent on an apartment in a college town. Abbey had enlisted Gary and Jeannie's help in refurbishing the building and they had taken rent in one of the apartments in lieu of payment for their labors. When Abbey was about to graduate from law school, Gary and Jeannie had purchased the apartment building.

Abbey returned to Kingsport and went to work as a law clerk in her father's firm while she studied for the bar exam and awaited the results. A week and a half earlier, Abbey had been admitted to the bar; but she had been gone for a week umpiring at a national softball tournament. She had just returned from that tournament. On Monday morning, Abbey was going to begin her new duties as a full fledged lawyer at her father's law firm. She knew that she had been successful over the past years as a student and she had confidence that she was doing a fine job as a mother. Now, she had to find out if she could be as successful as a lawyer as she had been with her other activities.

Abbey was still working her fingers into her pussy and she finally experienced a pleasant cum. She rolled over and went to sleep in anticipation of the excitement that was ahead of her.

Abbey dove into her new duties with the ardor that she attacked every new thing in her life. Reggie was pleasantly surprised at his daughter's knowledge of the law and her ability to deal with the clients. Although Abbey had gone into corporate law with the knowledge that the possibility of exciting courtroom cases would be minimal, she hoped that she would soon get a case where she would go to court for something other than debt collection. As her father saw how the quality of her work was getting better every day, he began to give her better cases and more affluent clients all of the time.

The only thing that Abbey did not like about practicing law was the type of men that it attracted. The men who approached her were either married and bent on cheating on their wives or they were interested in developing a long-term relationship. She was now approaching twenty-six years of age and she was no more interested in forming a lasting relationship than she had been when she was eighteen.

It was barely September and Abbey couldn't wait for the next softball season to start. At the softball tournaments, she was around a more exciting group of people. They seemed to be more interested in life as it was happening, in contrast to some of the pompous self-centered people that she encountered in her law practice.

She was getting a respite in mid-September. Abbey and Mike would be leaving on a Thursday afternoon for Grafton and planned to return on Sunday evening. Jeannie's daughter, Meagan, was being christened on Sunday and Abbey was going to be the Godmother. In addition to the fact that she was going to see Gary and Jeannie again, Gary's brother, John, was going to be the godfather. Abbey hoped that Gary's sister, Bonnie would be there also. Abbey recalled the weekend that Gary and Jeannie had been married. She had spent one evening in bed with John and then she and Bonnie had shared John after the wedding reception. She had one other occasion to get together with Bonnie and had seen John a few times since then.

Abbey left work at noon on Thursday and spent part of the afternoon packing for the trip. She was ready to leave town when she picked Mike up from school. Abbey had made arrangements in advance for Mike to miss school on Friday. Upon arrival in Grafton, she checked into the motel and then she and Mike drove to Gary and Jeannie's. When they entered the hallway of the apartment building, Mike immediately ran to the door of their old apartment and reached for the door handle. Abbey stopped him, saying, "No, Mike. Someone else lives there now; we're going to see Gary, Jeannie and the baby."

After exchanging hugs and kisses with Gary and Jeannie, Abbey was shown the baby. After Abbey held the baby for a while, Abbey commented, "This almost makes me want another one myself." They settled Mike in a chair so that he could 'hold' the baby and Abbey added, "Notice that I said that it almost makes me want another one."

Abbey was surprised to hear Jeannie tell her, "Our plans were to wait another six months and then start trying again"

Abbey asked, "What do you mean that those WERE your plans?"

"Well, right now, we are playing it by ear. When it happens, it happens."

"So we might be doing this again in less than a year, huh?"

"Who knows?"

"When are John and Bonnie coming? Bonnie is coming; isn't she?"

"Yeah, Bonnie's coming. The two of them are due in sometime after noon tomorrow. Gary's parents are driving and they are expected sometime tomorrow; but you never know about them. They could walk in here at eight o'clock in the morning or they could arrive sometime late on Saturday. When Howard starts driving, he just wings it."

Jeannie had finished fixing dinner and while they were eating she said, "Tomorrow and Friday nights, I have a girl from school coming to baby-sit. She will watch Mike and Meagan. I figured that Mike would stay the night so that you don't have to drive back here and then to the motel after we have been partying."

Abbey helped Jeannie clean up the kitchen after supper and they sat and talked for about two hours. Abbey was beginning to get tired and said, "I think that I'll get Mike and head back to the motel. What time do you want to start getting things ready tomorrow?"

"Abbey, I asked you to come to be Meagan's Godmother, not to be cheap labor."

"I know; but I want to help as much as I can."

"I'll start as soon as I get Meagan fed and bathed in the morning. The time depends more on Meagan than anything else."

"I'll plan on being here at about eight-thirty or so."

When they went to the living room, they found that Mike was sound asleep on the couch. Jeannie put a blanket over him and said, "You might as well leave him here for the night. Meagan will probably have me up before Mike wakes up, so I can get him fed before you get here."

Abbey tried to argue that it would be too much of an inconvenience to Jeannie; but finally relented after assuring Jeannie that she would be there early with some clean clothes for Mike. When Abbey returned to the motel, she realized that she was not quite ready to go to bed yet. She went to the lounge to have a drink before retiring for the night. Abbey took a seat at the bar that gave her a view of the entrance and ordered a beer. She was about half finished with her beer when she saw a man that she recognized enter the lounge. The man recognized Abbey sitting there and approached her, taking a seat next to her.

Abbey said, "Hi, Mr. Alhorn. I didn't think that you were going to get here until tomorrow or Saturday."

"Abbey, I have asked you to call me Howard. We got an early enough start that we were able to make it all of the way here tonight. Have you been out to see my granddaughter yet?"

"Yep. She is cute as hell. You have a fine looking granddaughter. Are you going out there tonight?"

"No. We've been on the road for almost fourteen hours. My wife went right to bed as soon as we got here. I decided that I needed a beer to relax before turning in. We'll go visit when we get up in the morning."

Abbey and Gary's father continued to talk for a while longer. When Abbey's beer was empty, she said, "I don't feel like sitting here all night. I have some beer in my room; do you want to stop and have one?"

Howard swallowed the remainder of his beer and stood up. He followed Abbey to the elevator and to her room. When they arrived at the room, Howard noticed that the room was empty, prompting him to ask, "Where is your son?"

As Abbey handed Howard a beer, she replied, "He fell asleep at Gary and Jeannie's; we decided not to wake him."

They sat and talked for some time while having a couple of beers. When Abbey leaned over to hand Howard another beer, she noticed that he was staring at her cleavage and became slightly embarrassed. Howard simply commented, "You know, I now understand why my three kids and Jeannie enjoy being with you. You are a beautiful woman and you have a fantastic body."

Abbey flushed at that comment and she wasn't sure how much he knew about her relationship with his children and his sister. Abbey asked, "What do you mean by that comment?"

Howard smiled, "I know how you guys entertain yourselves when you get together. We are a very close family. Bonnie says that the only woman that she's enjoyed more than you is her mother."

Abbey said, "I wasn't aware that Gary, John and Bonnie included you in their activities."

"Oh yeah. Jeannie too. She is a fine woman."

Howard moved next to Abbey. He put his arm around her and continued, "I would love to experience the pleasure that you've given Jeannie and my kids."

Abbey had a half smile on her face as she looked up at Howard and he kissed her. Abbey did not respond to his kisses until he took her in his arms and lightly caressed one of her firm breasts. Abbey put her arms around his neck and her lips parted, allowing his tongue to dance with hers. When Howard began to unbutton her blouse, Abbey broke the embrace and stood up. Howard was unsure if Abbey was having second thoughts about this until he saw her remove her blouse and unhook her bra. Abbey told him, "Get moving; I'm not going to be the only one naked around here."

The two of them were soon naked and they moved onto the bed. After kissing Abbey for a few minutes, Howard moved to her boobs and began kissing and sucking them. He reached between her legs to feel the wetness of her pussy. He enjoyed rubbing his fingers through the soft blonde fur covering those tender lips. Howard moved toward the foot of the bed and grabbed her ankles. He placed Abbey's legs over his shoulders and began to lick that moist warm cavern. His tongue moved into her pussy and he began to lick her clit, slowly circling it with his tongue. Abbey was running her hands through his hair while he kept licking her clit. He used two fingers to penetrate her. He licked her clit in rhythm with the finger fucking that he was giving her.

As Howard continued to lick her pussy and was ramming his fingers into her, Abbey was grinding her pussy against his face. Her hands were pulling his face tightly against her. Abbey started to scream as her orgasm began to overtake her. Howard's cock was now throbbing and leaking profusely. He quickly covered it with a condom and moved between Abbey's legs, sliding his shaft between her juicing lips. Abbey continued to cum as he slid his cock in and out of her. She was unsure how many times that she came while Howard was fucking her. The intensity of the multiple orgasms caused Abbey to pass out for a short bit and she wasn't sure that she remembered him cumming; but he assured her that he had had a most pleasant cum.

After they held each other and kissed for a while, Howard got out of bed and began to put his clothes on. As he was dressing, he said, "I don't know if we will have time on this trip; but my wife is going to insist on having an opportunity to take you to bed."

Abbey smiled, "If she is as good as you say that Bonnie claims, I will be looking forward to it."

Howard moved toward the door and said, "We plan on going to see the baby shortly after eight; why don't you meet us for breakfast at about seven-thirty?"

Abbey began to pull the covers over herself as she told Howard, "That sounds like a good idea; I have to get there early to take Mike some clean clothes." When the door closed behind Howard, Abbey rolled over and fell asleep. She had a very relaxing and fulfilling night's sleep.

Abbey was well rested when she awoke at six-thirty in the morning. She took a leisurely shower and dressed for the day at Jeannie's. She got together a few changes of clothes for Mike and left her room. When she arrived in the lobby, she encountered Mr. and Mrs. Alhorn. Howard suggested that they have breakfast at the restaurant next door to the motel. Abbey said, "I'll catch up with you as soon as I put these clothes of Mike's in my car." When they finished eating, they drove to Gary and Jeannie's house.

Gary was surprised to see his parents arriving with Abbey. He asked, "When did you guys get into town? We didn't expect you to get here until later today or tomorrow."

Veronica, Gary's mother, replied, "We were making such good time yesterday that we just drove all of the way here. We got in late last night."

Veronica spent most of the morning playing with Meagan. Mr. and Mrs. Alhorn had seen the baby shortly after she was born; but the thousand miles separating them had kept them from seeing her since then. After insuring that Mike had gotten dressed, Abbey began to help Jeannie with her preparations for Sunday. After fixing lunch, Jeannie told Gary that they needed to go to the store to get some things that they would need for the weekend. Gary replied, "Why don't you and Abbey go to the store. I'll stay here and watch Mike. Grandma seems to be keeping Meagan happy."

When they returned from the store, John and Bonnie had arrived. The guys went to the car and brought in the things that the women had purchased. When the groceries and other items had been put away, everyone sat and talked for most of the afternoon. About four o'clock, Bonnie said, "We need to think about where we are going to go for supper tonight. Jeannie doesn't need to be feeding us all weekend long."

Howard stated, "Tonight, your mother and I are going to dinner with an old friend of mine; but all of you plan on going to dinner with us tomorrow night. You're on your own tonight, guys."

John said, "I think that we should just have pizza back at the motel. We can have a couple of beers and then decide if we want to go out or stay put."

Mr. and Mrs. Alhorn were leaving at that time. After seeing them out the door, Gary commented, "We have a baby sitter coming tonight and we don't plan on wasting that to just sit around eating pizza and drinking beer."

Bonnie said, "I think that the pizza and beer will just be the warm-up for a very entertaining evening. It's been a while since the five of us got together and I'm kinda' looking forward to it."

Gary laughed, "Well, if that's what you've got in mind, I'd be willin' to pay for two babysitters."

John was getting impatient and wanted to return to the hotel to get things started. Finally, Jeannie said, "I'll wait here for the babysitter; the rest of you can go ahead to the motel. There is one stipulation; nobody gets anything except pizza and beer until I get there."

The pizza delivery driver was just leaving the motel room when Jeannie arrived. As she entered the room, she saw that everyone was getting a piece of pizza. She also noticed that the guys had removed their shoes and socks and they were wearing just their pants. Abbey and Bonnie were wearing T-shirts and it was obvious that they had removed their bras already. As Abbey sat down on the edge of the bed, Jeannie could see that she was not wearing panties.

Jeannie exclaimed, "I thought that I said that no one could have anything except beer and pizza until I got here."

Gary replied, "Hey, the girls went to the bathroom to get comfortable and while they were gone, we stripped down to our pants. We just wanted to be ready for when you got here. Unless the girls did something in the bathroom, no one has started to have sex yet."

Bonnie and Abbey each had sheepish looks on their faces and when Jeannie looked at them, Bonnie admitted, "Well, we might have kissed a little and played with each other's boobs for a bit."

Abbey giggled before admitting, "Maybe, a finger might have slipped into the other's pussy for a couple of seconds  or longer."

Jeannie began to laugh as she started to undress. When Jeannie's bra was tossed aside, the guys started to remove their pants and the girls discarded their T-shirts. The three girls tumbled onto one of the beds and Abbey and Bonnie started to work on Jeannie's nice 36B boobs. Soon Bonnie had moved into position to start lapping on Jeannie's pussy. John complained, "The one bad thing about having more women than men is that we seldom get to eat any pussy."

Abbey paused from sucking on Jeannie's tits to tell him, "Quit your fucking bitching. It's time for you guys to start using those cocks instead of thinking with them. Bonnie's pussy is waiting and willing and I don't think that she plans on using her fingers on herself all night."

Gary moved behind Bonnie and mounted her from the rear. The feel of her brother's hard cock sliding in and out of her pussy caused Bonnie to redouble her efforts as she licked her sister's pussy. John pulled Abbey away from Jeannie's tits and moved her to the other bed and clamped his lips on those succulent 38D tits before sliding his hard cock into that most cavern between her legs. As Abbey was feeling the excitement caused by that hard piece of meat sliding in and out of her, she heard Jeannie and Bonnie begin to scream from the orgasms that they were experiencing.




Abbey the Horny Lawyer



The five of them had cum and John moved over to Jeannie and began to kiss her. Gary and Bonnie moved to the other bed. Bonnie was kissing Abbey and Gary was paying homage to those finely sculpted breasts. Their first couplings of the night had been frantic fucks; this time all five of them were satisfied to take things quite slowly. John was moving at a snail's pace as he tried to arouse Jeannie while Gary and Bonnie continued to use their mouths on Abbey. John was slowly sliding his cock into Jeannie and Gary was soon doing the same thing with Abbey. Bonnie positioned her pussy over Abbey's mouth. As Abbey began to eat that tasty pussy, Gary began to lick from Bonnie's asshole to her pussy and then back again.

It was nearing eleven o'clock and each guy had fucked each of the girls once. Jeannie got off of the bed and started to put her clothes on. Bonnie asked, "What are you doing; it's still early."

Gary was also putting his clothes on as he told his sister, "We have to get the babysitter home at a reasonable hour tonight. We have the same girl coming tomorrow night and we don't need to piss her off."

After Gary and Jeannie left, Bonnie and Abbey attacked John until he couldn't get it up any more. Abbey did not return to her room that night, enjoying the comfort of John and Bonnie's naked bodies pressed against her as she slept. Bonnie and Abbey were the first ones to awaken in the morning. They began kissing each other and were engaged in a sixty-nine when John opened his eyes. The erotic sight that he was witnessing caused his cock to harden immediately. He slid his hard tool past Abbey's tongue into his sister's wet pussy. The three of them enjoyed their cums and then showered together. Abbey put on enough clothes to move three doors down the hall to her room to dress for breakfast.

The three of them walked to a restaurant next to the motel. As they were eating, Bonnie asked, "What do you guys plan to do for the rest of the day?"

Abbey answered, "I have to go back to the motel and get some clothes for Mike and take them to Gary and Jeannie's. I'll probably spend most of the day there. Jeannie will probably need some help getting ready for tomorrow."

Bonnie remarked, "I'll probably spend most of the day there myself."

John offered, "I'll probably go there for a while; but I don't think that I'll stay too long. When I sit around there, I start to get bored. Then I tend to try to entice Gary to go somewhere with me and that doesn't set well with Jeannie. Normally, it's fun to watch her reaction; but this weekend, I want to behave since it's so special to Jeannie."

The three of them went to Gary and Jeannie's. John only stayed for about an hour; but Bonnie and Abbey stayed all day. Mr. and Mrs. Alhorn arrived in the middle of the morning. Jeannie's parents dropped by for a while and then returned home. They lived less than twenty minutes away and they would return in time for the christening on Sunday. John returned late in the afternoon.

When the babysitter arrived, they had a hard time prying Mrs. Alhorn from Meagan's room so that they could go to dinner. At last they were able to get her moving and everyone went to the restaurant. They spent a couple of hours at the restaurant eating and having a few drinks. Mrs. Alhorn suggested that she and her husband go back to the motel and let the younger folks have a night of carousing.

As they were preparing to leave the restaurant, John asked, "What does everyone else want to do tonight?"

Bonnie patted Jeannie on the rear end and said, "I'm pretty sure that everyone else has the same idea that I do. Let's go fuck."

Jeannie replied, "Tonight, I'm in the mood for something a little less wild. I'd like to sit around and have a few beers and then go home and have sex with my husband -- alone."

Everyone was little surprised by Jeannie's revelation; but they all went along with her wishes. Tonight the five of them went to Abbey's room at the motel. They sat around and talked while drinking a few beers. It was shortly before ten when Gary and Jeannie left the motel. John had walked them to the door and when he turned around; he saw that Abbey and Bonnie were nearly naked already. As John was undressing, the ladies were kissing and playing with each other's boobs. A naked John started to move toward them with his cock standing straight out from his body.

Bonnie commanded, "You need to get on your back in the middle of the bed. You complained last night that you don't get to eat enough pussy when there are more women than men; tonight, that is going to change. I'm going to sit on your face while Abbey rides your cock."

John had a huge smile on his face when Abbey began to sit on his stiff pecker and then Bonnie lowered her pussy to his waiting lips. They spend about two hours having sex and then fell asleep together. They awoke the following morning and John and Bonnie returned to their room to shower and dress while Abbey got ready in her room. They went to the same restaurant that Abbey and the other two had visited the morning before. Mr. and Mrs. Alhorn arrived that morning at about the same time that Abbey had finished eating. She left John and Bonnie with their parents and went to Gary and Jeannie's to get Mike ready for the christening.

Before she left, Abbey had stopped by the motel's front desk to tell them that she was staying another night. She had decided that since there would probably be quite a bit of drinking that she would rather not make the ninety-minute drive home with Mike in the car. After the christening, Jeannie served a fine meal at their home and everyone sat around drinking and talking for most of the afternoon.

Abbey and Mike went to the motel room fairly early that evening and fell asleep soon after getting to their room. Abbey was up a five o'clock in the morning and quickly showered and dressed. When the car was loaded, she got Mike into the car. She hoped that he wouldn't wake up completely because she wanted him to sleep on the way home. When they were back in Kingsport, Mike took a shower while Abbey dressed for work. She fed him breakfast and drove him to school. Then it was back to the same old routine for the rest of the winter.

It was approaching noon on a Wednesday and Abbey had just finished meeting with a client. Appointments were not normally scheduled for Wednesday afternoons and unless the attorneys had to appear in court or had an emergency, they were free to take the afternoon off when they desired. On this Wednesday, Mike was on a field trip for school and he would not return to town until at least five o'clock. Abbey did not have anything that she needed to catch up on so she planned to loaf that afternoon. As she was driving toward her house, she began to think that even though she only lived four blocks from her parents, she had not visited her mother in more than a week. Abbey did not slow down as she passed her own home and drove to the house where she had grown up.

Amanda Robbins, Abbey's mother, was sitting at the kitchen table eating lunch when she heard a car in the driveway. Amanda was still a beautiful woman although she had just passed fifty years of age. The five-foot six-inch woman still had a shapely figure accentuated by her 36D breasts. Although age had caused them to begin to sag a slight bit, they were still quite firm. Unlike when she was in her twenties and thirties, she could not go braless as often as she would like; but her breasts still attracted the attention of many men.

Amanda walked toward the front door and was happy to see her only daughter walking toward her. As Abbey walked in the door, Amanda asked, "What brings you over today? Just coming to visit your poor neglected mother or are you horny today?"

Abbey giggled, "I just dropped by to see you. I have felt guilty because I have been busy at work and haven't been able to come and see you for a while. Of course, the fact that I have been so busy means that I have had nothing except my fingers to keep me satisfied lately."

"You mean that you haven't even been to visit your cousin and his wife lately?"

"Mom, if I haven't even had time to come and say hello to you, I damn sure haven't had time to have sex with Richard and Sandy."

"Well, come and have a cup of coffee with me and after we have had a chance to catch up on what you and my grandson have been doing, maybe we can solve your other problem. Your father has been busier than hell lately; but at least he has to come home to sleep, so I get to see him once in a while. Unfortunately, ten or fifteen minutes of conversation a day is about all that I have been getting out of him."

Abbey followed her mother to the kitchen and they had a cup of coffee and discussed what had been going on in their lives for the past week or so. When Amanda learned that Mike was on a field trip with his class, she said, "Good, we won't be rushed. Let's go to the bedroom and see if we can't both relax a little this afternoon."

"Mom, although that is not the reason that I came here this afternoon, I think that it would do us both a lot of good."

They both stood up and moved into each other's arms and kissed. Amanda rubbed one of her daughter's breasts and said, "Let's go to my bedroom so that I can play with these beautiful boobs." Amanda led Abbey to the bedroom and they each began to disrobe. 

When naked, the two women locked in an embrace again before tumbling on to the bed. They kissed fervently and gently massaged each other's breasts. After using their mouths on each other's breasts and their fingers on each other's pussies for some time, they positioned themselves to begin eating each other. They were so engrossed in satisfying each other that neither of them heard the front door open and they were unaware that they had an audience as they lapped between each other's legs. Reggie had returned early from work and he was undressing as he watched the two women that he loved satisfying each other.

Reggie had removed his pants when Abbey took her face from between Amanda's thighs. She saw his beautiful nine-inch cock sticking through the fly of his boxer shorts, as she simply said, "Hi, daddy. Are you going to join us?"

Reggie laughed, "I stopped by your office and to suggest that you come visit your mother; but you had already left for the day. You must have had the same idea that I did."

Amanda chimed in, "Get those shorts off, Reggie. I can tell that it has been a long time since your daughter has felt a hard cock. Get in this bed and show her that you still know how to use that thing."

Reggie's shorts were soon on the floor and Reggie began to kiss both women. He soon had a condom on his cock and he moved between Abbey's legs. He began to slide his cock into her tight pussy and began to slowly slide that tool in and out of her. Amanda sucked on Abbey's tits for a while and then moved between Reggie's legs and began to lick and suck on his balls while his cock was sliding in and out of Abbey. Amanda then moved closer and began licking Abbey's pussy and Reggie's cock as they fucked. Abbey began to cum shortly after Reggie's cock entered her and was just about exhausted when Reggie filled his condom with cum. Reggie was in the middle of the bed when the two women went to work attempting to arouse his flaccid member.

He was starting to come back to life when Abbey dropped her mouth over the end of his cock and began to suck on that magnificent tool. When she could feel him reaching full hardness again, Abbey took her mouth off of that cock and said, "All right, daddy, it's time to satisfy mom with that thing. Make sure that you fill her up with your cum because I want to suck it out of her pussy when you're done."

Reggie moved above his wife and began to drive his cock into her anxious pussy. While he was busy fucking, Abbey sucked on her mother's breasts and kissed her. The second that Reggie removed his flaccid cock from Amanda; Abbey's face attacked that just-fucked pussy. Abbey quickly began sucking on her mother's pussy, devouring all of her father's cum mixed with Amanda's flavorful pussy juice. The three of them held each other lovingly for some time, attempting to regain their breath after their exhausting session of sex. Abbey glanced at the clock and jumped out of bed and began to get dressed. She exclaimed, "I only have about twenty minutes to get to the school to pick up Mike."

Amanda made no attempt to leave her husbands arms; but she said, "You know that it has been quite a while since you have brought him over here. Why don't you bring him back here for supper? I am going to have to get up to fix something for your father because I think that we just gave him an appetite."

As Abbey started to leave the room, she said, "That sounds good. I'll be back in a little bit."

Time flew by as one softball season followed another. Mike was progressing nicely in school and Abbey was continuing to have great success in her law practice as well as in her softball umpiring. During most of the year, Abbey's sex life was somewhat limited. She slept with a few of the men that she dated; but she didn't date that many. Many men wanted to be the man in Abbey's life; but the problem was that she already had a man in her life -- Mike. Abbey was quite satisfied with that arrangement. She still visited her parents regularly and the sex was every bit as good as it had ever been. Sometimes, Abbey thought that it wasn't frequent enough. Abbey's cousin Richard was still living in town and Abbey was able to visit him fairly often. Abbey had begun to have sex with her cousin and his wife, Sandy, when they had visited town when Richard was interviewing for the job that he now held.

During the summers, Abbey's sex life picked up a little bit. Many of the umpires that she worked with at these tournaments were either single or divorced. A number of them were interested in enjoying sex and they were not looking for a long-term arrangement or a commitment. About twice a year, Gary and Jeannie worked at the same tournament that Abbey was at. The three of them anxiously enjoyed sex with each other when these opportunities arose.

Abbey had been with her father's law firm for slightly more than three years when he made good on his promise that he made to her several years earlier. Reggie Robins would now have his first partner, Abbey. The firm had been known as Reginald Robbins Law offices. With Abbey's partnership, the firm was now known as Robbins and Robbins Law Offices. Many of the lawyers had been with the firm for several more years than Abbey had and she was concerned about some backlash over her partnership.

Tom Harmon had worked at the firm for nearly five years and he became upset when Abbey was given a partnership. Tom told Reggie, "I think that my time and energy at this firm have earned me a partnership and I feel insulted that someone who has only been here for three years is given that opportunity."

Reggie replied, "You were hired with the understanding that I did not intend to have anyone as a partner in this firm. Isn't that correct?"

"Yes. But now that you have taken a partner; I think that I should be considered for a partnership."

"Look, when I hired Abbey, it was with the understanding that I would make her a partner. I hope for this firm to be around for a long time and when I decide that I want to cut down on my workload, I expect that she will run this firm. I have no plans to make any lawyer who works here a partner and do not intend to hire anyone in the near future who I will make a partner. The only thing that I can tell you is to live with the way that I run this firm or go find employment elsewhere."

"I'm going to have to seek employment elsewhere. I'm sure that there are several firms where I can earn a partnership."

Tom left at the end of that week in search of a firm looking for a partner. When last heard of, he had worked for several other firms and no one had offered him a partnership. The remainder of the lawyers understood that they had been told up front that they could not get a partnership. Most of them had expected that Abbey would get a partnership and some were surprised that it took as long as it did. Abbey maintained a good working relationship with her fellow lawyers and she had a fine rapport with the clients. Abbey was constantly attracting new clients to the firm.

As Mike moved through grade school and junior high school, he was active in all sports. As his high school years approached, a realistic appraisal of his abilities caused him to limit his participation to soccer. When he was fourteen, Abbey suggested that he should start umpiring softball. Mike was somewhat reluctant; but Abbey told him, "Look, you have been observing umpires for your entire life. You know the rules better than most of them. Remember the times that you have stumped veteran umpires on casebook problems."

Mike was still a little hesitant until Abbey assured him that he would only work with competent, experienced umpires in the beginning. She added, "When you get some confidence, you can start working with some of the less qualified umpires. I know that you love the game and you can do a good job. I only have one concern about you umpiring."

Mike quickly asked, "What's that, mom?"

Abbey laughed, "I just worry about you concentrating on the game more than you do on the bodies of those girls that are playing the game."

Mike's face began to flush as he said, "There are some nice looking girls who play the game; but even when I'm just watching, I pay more attention to the game than anything else when the ball is in play."

Mike began to start working games on a regular basis and by the time that he was sixteen, he was better than many of the veterans.

When Mike was a junior in high school, Abbey's cousin Richard had earned a promotion at the company where he worked. Richard's wife Sandy invited Abbey, Mike, Reggie and Amanda to dinner on Friday evening to celebrate Richard's promotion. By this time Mike had a driver's license and he had his own car. When told about the dinner invitation, Mike pleaded, "Mom, I have a date that night and it's with a girl that I have been trying to get to go out with me for some time. Do I have to go with you?"

Understanding her son's plight, Abbey said, "No. I'm sure that Richard and Sandy will understand a teenager's priorities. You have fun and I'll tell them why you can't make it." Abbey had called Sandy during the week to explain that Mike would not be coming that evening.

Reggie and Amanda were already there when Abbey arrived at Richard and Sandy's apartment on Friday. Sandy had prepared a fine meal for them all. When everyone was through eating, they all sat at the table having a drink. Sandy surprised them all when she announced, "Richard's promotion isn't the only thing that we are celebrating. After twelve years of trying, I am finally pregnant. I'm going to have a baby in the spring."

Abbey and Amanda were overjoyed at Sandy's good news. Reggie, although not as exuberant as the women, was quite pleased as he congratulated the parents-to-be. Abbey commented, "I wondered why you weren't having a drink with the rest of us tonight."

Sandy laughed, "No. That's one thing that I have to give up until after the baby is born."

Amanda asked, "Are you going to keep working after the baby is born?"

Sandy responded, "The odd thing is that I've been fed up with my job for several months. I had been applying at other places. Three days after I found out that I was pregnant, I was offered another job. I had to tell them that I was going to pass for the time being; but I might be applying again after the baby is born. When we get to the point where I don't think that I can do my job any more, I am going to quit. Then after the baby is born, Richard and I will discuss what we want to do."




Abbey the Horny Lawyer



Abbey commented, "Whichever way you go, just do what you think is right for your kid. When I was growing up, my mother never worked and I always appreciated that she was always there when I needed her. I've either been going to school or working since Mike was born and I don't think that he has fared any worse with me not being at home when he was not in school. It just shows that either way will work if you put some effort into raising your child and show them that you love them."

Sandy said, "I think that you just pointed out that the same thing that makes a marriage work will make child rearing work. Make sure that they know that you will always love them."

After another hour of discussion on child rearing and marriage, Reggie and Amanda decided that they needed to leave. As her parents left, Abbey said, "I should probably think about leaving too."

Sandy argued, "Leave. We were hoping that the three of us could have a little fun tonight."

Abbey laughed, "Being pregnant hasn't curbed your sex drive at all. I sort of thought that the two of you might want to be alone; but if that's not the case, Sandy's tongue and Richard's cock have always satisfied me in the past."

Richard and Sandy led Abbey to their bedroom. They began to undress her and soon the three of them were naked in the middle of the bed. Richard and Sandy were each kissing and sucking on Abbey's boobs. As her tits were being devoured, Abbey reached out with one hand to feel one of Sandy's pert 32-A breasts and used the other hand to stroke her cousin's hard nine-inch tool. Sandy told her husband, "Get on your back, Richard. Abbey needs to ride that lovely fuck-stick."

Richard rolled to his back and Abbey crawled over him and began to slide her pussy down over that elongated shaft. As Abbey was sliding up and down on Richard's cock, Sandy was moving her long thin body over his face and lowered her dripping pussy to his lips. Richard began licking that lovely slit that was covered with a sparse patch of blonde fur. Abbey leaned forward to begin sucking those small, but beautiful boobs protruding from Sandy's chest. The seven-inch difference in their heights made it difficult for Sandy to lean down far enough to suck on Abbey's tits; but it made it quite easy for Abbey to suck on Sandy's. Sandy's fingers played with Abbey's large breasts and Abbey stopped sucking on Sandy's tits occasionally to kiss her cousin's wife.

Sandy was beginning to cum just before Abbey felt the rush of her own orgasm approaching. The two women were holding each other tightly when Richard began to erupt. The women moved off of him and began to kiss him in hopes of arousing him enough that he would be able to use that cock to bring Sandy to another orgasm. When Richard was slow to recover, Sandy said, "Abbey get on your back; I know what always works to get him hard."

When Abbey was on her back, Sandy moved between her legs and began to eat Abbey's pussy. As had happened so many times in the past, the sight of his wife eating another woman's pussy brought Richard's cock to full hardness. Richard moved behind Sandy and slid his hard cock into her and savagely drove it in and out of her. The three of them came fairly soon and Abbey enjoyed eating Richard's cum from Sandy's pussy.

When they had relaxed, Abbey got out of bed and began to get dressed. Sandy asked, "What are you doing? I was hoping that you would be able to spend the night."

Abbey replied, "No, I need to get home. I don't like to unexpectedly stay out all night. Mike will be home in a little while and he is only seventeen."

Sandy laughed, "In other words, you don't want him to know when his mother is getting fucked."

Abbey smiled, "Exactly. I'm sure that he is aware that I don't practice abstinence; but I don't want to advertise what I am doing."

Sandy said, "I can understand. I haven't seen him for almost a year; but from what I saw the last time that I was at your place, he looks like he would be worth trying out sometime. When he turns eighteen, send him to see me."

Abbey grimaced, "Oh, Christ. Now you want to fuck my son."

Sandy giggled, "Well, I'm not about to chance screwing a kid; but when he is a little older, I might think about it. That is, unless you want to try him first."

Abbey had a hard time speaking; but finally she blurted out, "Shit, first you want to fuck my son and now you think that I want to fuck him. If you saw some of the girls that he has been dating, you would know that neither of us would have a snowball's chance in hell with him."

As Abbey drove home that night, she realized that although she had had discussions with Mike about sex and about the fact that she thought that he should not be in a big hurry to become sexually active, she had never really seriously thought about him having sex with anyone. She definitely had not thought about having sex with him herself. She realized that her son had turned into a handsome young man and in the not too distant future, she was going to have to worry about him becoming intimate with some of those young girls that he had been dating. She hoped that when the time came that his first experience would be more pleasant than her first time.

Mike's high school days were rapidly coming to a close. He had turned eighteen the previous December and he would graduate from high school in a week. Mike rushed home from school on Friday afternoon. This was Memorial Day weekend. On Tuesday and Wednesday, he would take his last final exams in high school. Graduation would be on Friday. There was a large softball tournament scheduled for Memorial Day weekend and Abbey and Mike were scheduled to umpire that weekend. Abbey was pleased that the high school season was coming to an end. She enjoyed working the high school games; but the umpires would arrive at the site, work their game and go home.

During the summer season, you would spend the entire day or the whole weekend at the site. You were around the same people every weekend and tended to build camaraderie with the umpires at these tournaments. Everyone knew everyone else's likes and dislikes and tended to needle each other about them on a regular basis. At many of these tournaments, Abbey and Mike had to drive forty-five to fifty miles to get there. Because of the long days spent on the softball diamond, Abbey stayed in a motel many of these weekends. The Memorial Day tournament was one of those that she and Mike would be staying at a motel. Mike and Abbey left home shortly after four o'clock to drive to the site of the tournament. It was about five when Abbey checked into the motel.

The two of them were settled in their room. Because of the upcoming final exams, Mike had brought many of his schoolbooks with him and he intended to study for his exams in the evening. He had spread out on one of the beds and was studying one of his texts. There was a bar a few doors from the motel that many of the umpires frequented on tournament weekends. Abbey told Mike, "I'm going down the street to see if any umpires are around." Mike's nose was buried in a book and he simply grunted in response to Abbey's statement. Abbey had just ordered a beer when two other umpires walked in. The three of them moved to a table and sat and talked for a few hours. They had all hoped that some other umpires would arrive; but they were the only ones who came in that night. It was nearing ten o'clock when they decided that they would go back to the motel.

Mike had tired of studying and he assumed that his mother wouldn't return until nearly midnight. He knew from experience that when she got together with a bunch of umpires that they would sit around for some time talking about softball. Mike decided to order a pay-per-view porno movie. Mike had taken a hand towel from the bathroom and figured that he would stroke himself while watching the movie. He pulled his underwear off as the movie began. His large cock was in his hand as he watched a buxom redhead with her face between the legs of an equally buxom blonde. His hand was sliding slowly up and down his shaft when the door opened and his mother walked into the room.

Abbey tried not to show her shock at the sight of her son masturbating to a skin flick. Mike turned a brilliant shade of crimson as he jerked the covers over himself. He reached for the remote control in an attempt to turn the movie off. Abbey grabbed his wrist as he pointed the remote at the television. She said, "You have probably paid for this movie -- or more accurately, I am probably paying for this movie -- so you might as well get your money's worth.  That type of movie doesn't bother me. If you want to watch it; go ahead."

Mike resumed watching the movie, keeping his hands visible as his cock began to grow again. Abbey told him, "I'll be back in a minute to talk to you."

As Abbey went into the bathroom, Mike began to worry about what his mother was going to say when she came back. He wasn't sure that he liked the way that she said that she would be back to talk to him. He tried to take his mind off of the impending talk with his mother by watching the naked bodies frolicking on the screen. His cock was now throbbing and he surreptitiously slipped one hand under the covers and stroked his cock. When Mike saw the bathroom door opening, he quickly moved his hand on top of the covers.

Abbey emerged from the bathroom wearing a fairly sheer nightgown. It was the same type of nightgown that Abbey normally wore at home so Mike couldn't understand why it was exciting him so much to see the outline of his mother's breasts and the hint of her nipples showing through the thin fabric. Abbey sat down on the edge of the bed next to Mike. She glanced at the television and saw several naked bodies cavorting about. She looked at Mike and said, "Honey, there are two things that we need to talk about concerning what happened here tonight."

Mike's face again started to turn red as he meekly asked, "What's that?"

Abbey quietly said, "You shouldn't be ashamed of what you were doing tonight. It's perfectly normal for people to do that. The only reason that people get embarrassed about it is because it is taken as an admission that they aren't having sex often enough. Mike, I do it myself. Sometimes more often than I would like to."

When Mike gave her a questioning look, she added, "Baby, just because I'm not married doesn't mean that I never have sex."

Mike was sure that his mother occasionally had sex; but he never expected her to openly admit it to him. He began to blush again as he asked, "You said that there were two things that you wanted to talk about."

Abbey grinned, "If you don't want someone walking in on you, you should fasten the chain lock on the door."

The last comment drew a half-hearted grin from Mike. Abbey looked at the screen and saw the buxom redhead shoving her tits into some guy's mouth. Abbey said, "It looks like you're enjoying the sight of those boobs." Mike didn't know what to think when his mother asked, "Do you think that those are pretty nice looking boobs?"

Without thinking, Mike muttered, "There not as nice looking as yours." Then realizing what he had said, he continued, "Oh shit, I'm sorry, mom. I didn't mean to say that out loud."

Abbey leaned forward and kissed her son on the forehead, saying, "Mike, you don't need to apologize for giving your mother a compliment."

She looked back at the screen and saw the blonde spreading her legs as wide as she could, preparing to accept an oversized cock from some guy. Abbey asked, "Is that beaver as nice looking as some of the ones that you've seen on your girlfriends?"

Mike replied, "I've never seen one live. Just movies and magazine pictures."

"Does that mean that you've never played with one?"

"I've played with two or three. They were either covered by her panties or it was too dark in the car to see it."

Hearing that, Abbey swung her legs onto the bed and faced her son. She had her knees apart and her legs were crossed at the ankles. Abbey had not put panties on when she changed clothes for bed and Mike was seeing a real pussy for the first time in his short life.

Mike's eyes were riveted to Abbey's pussy as she asked him, "Are you ready to finish what you started when I rudely interrupted you?" Mike's face continued to get red and it got worse when his mother continued, "Or would you like some help with it?"

Mike was speechless and he could not move a muscle. He couldn't believe that his mother was talking this way with him. Abbey slipped her hand under the covers and wrapped her fingers around that long, thick, young cock. She pushed the covers out of the way and watched her son's nude body as she stroked his pulsing cock. She couldn't believe how well endowed her son was. His cock was ten inches long and was as thick as any that she had ever seen. She continued to stroke him and the look on his face told her that he was about to cum. Mike handed his mother the towel that he had next to him; but Abbey said, "We won't need that." She placed her lips over the head of his cock and took about half of the shaft into her mouth. She was still working her fingers on the bottom of the shaft while she sucked. Mike began to explode into her mouth and she was able to take it all down her throat.

Abbey leaned forward and kissed Mike and then she pulled her nightgown over her head. She took one of his hands and guided it to one of her breasts and she took his other hand and moved it to her pussy. She began to move that hand back and forth. When Abbey released his hands, Mike continued to play with her boob and rub his mother's pussy. Soon one finger moved between the lips of her pussy and then another finger was inserted. The exhilarating feeling that Abbey was experiencing told her why her parents had both enjoyed sex with her so much. The feeling of a parent and a child pleasuring each other could not be explained.

Abbey had always taken pride in her son's accomplishments. Her son had been a good athlete and a great student. On top of that he was a fantastic son. He had not been perfect. There had been many disappointments over the years; but Abbey had even been pleased with the outcome of most of those. She wasn't happy that her son had failed at something or had digressed from the way that she had expected that he would behave. What had pleased her on those occasions was that Abbey believed that he had truly learned from all of his mistakes as he was growing up. That, she felt, was what growing up was all about. Now, this son that her life had been centered on, was giving her the ultimate pleasure.

Mike had just cum harder than he had ever cum in his masturbation sessions in the past and in just minutes he was again as hard as a rock as he played with the finest set of tits that he had ever seen and had two fingers sliding into his mother's tight pussy. Now, he feared that it was all over as Abbey moved away from him. Abbey had simply moved to reach her purse. She took several condoms from her purse and placed all but one of them on the nightstand. She ripped open the package that she had kept in her hand and helped Mike roll it over his large cock. Abbey rolled to her back and told Mike, "Come on, honey. I want to feel you inside of me."

Mike moved between her legs and rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit before slowly sliding his cock into his mother. When Mike's cock was all of the way into her, he just held it there for a few seconds and then began a slow rhythmic motion. Abbey moaned, "Just keep it up like you're doing. You'll know when it's time to start speeding up." Mike did as he was told until he could hold back no longer. Abbey was just beginning to feel the onset of a strong cum when Mike began slamming his cock into her. Before she could be completely satisfied, Mike came. Abbey rolled him to his back and discarded his full condom.

Abbey began to suck Mike's cock until it was hard again. She moved above him and started to slide her pussy over his elongated pole. She was now controlling the pace and she was nearing the orgasm that had eluded her earlier. Suddenly, Abbey felt an earth-shattering orgasm overcome her. She was nearing exhaustion when she felt her son cumming. Abbey rolled off of him and they held each other in their arms until they fell asleep.

It was shortly after five-thirty when Abbey awoke. She shook her son and said, "I'm going to take a shower and I would like for you to join me."

Mike was still groggy as he got out of bed. He followed his mother toward the bathroom, admiring that fine ass in front of him as they walked. In the shower, they began to soap each other's bodies and Abbey told Mike, "I really enjoyed last night and, if you would like, we can continue to do this."

Feeling as if a heavy weight had just been lifted from his shoulders, Mike replied, "Last night, when we were falling asleep, I began to worry that you had had too many beers when you were out with the other umpires. I was scared that you would be upset when you woke up this morning; but I consoled myself with the fact that nothing could take away the most fantastic night that I ever had experienced."

"So, you don't think that your mother is a slut?"

"How could I think that about the best mother that a guy could have -- and I felt that way before last night?"

"Thank you for that, baby. There are a couple of things that we both have to understand if we are to continue doing this."

"What's that, mom?"

"I would hope that you would continue to date girls your own age and possibly develop a relationship with one of them. The other thing is that I plan to continue to have sex with other men -- as seldom as that seems to happen any more. I don't want you to become jealous of that."

"When you started talking, I was worried that you wouldn't want me going out with girls my age. Remember mom, I will be going away to college in the fall and I hope that I can still get good grades and have an enjoyable social life."

"I hope that you can too, honey. I am glad that you seem to have your priorities about college in the proper order. Another thing about us having sex is that if you're being taken care of at home, maybe you will be a little more patient with some girl who is unsure if she is ready to have sex. For some girls, the decision about when and with whom to have sex for the first time is as important as or more important than the decision about who to marry."

When they had rinsed off, Abbey gave her son a blowjob to relieve him of the hard-on that he had had the entire time that they had been in the shower. They quickly dressed and stopped for breakfast on the way to the ballpark. Mike and Abbey each worked five games on Saturday and they finished shortly before seven-thirty. On the way back to the motel, they went through the drive-up window at a fast food place. Mike started to read one of his textbooks and Abbey went into the bathroom. She showered and returned to the room without bothering to dress. Mike was trying to read his book; but his eyes kept wandering to his mother's well-shaped nude body. As she was putting on a pair of shorts, Abbey asked, "What are you planning to study this evening?"

"I intend to spend a couple of hours going over the highlighted parts of my physics text."

Abbey pulled a T-shirt over her head and said, "I'm going down the hall to talk with some of the other umpires while you study. I'll stay away for at least a couple of hours so that you're not distracted while you're studying. I'll probably be back a little after ten and I hope that you will have showered and gotten undressed for bed."

Abbey returned to the room just after Mike had gotten into bed. Abbey tossed her T-shirt onto the empty bed and sat down to take her shoes and shorts off. After going to the bathroom, she crawled into bed with her equally nude son. They embraced and kissed before Mike started to feel her breasts. Abbey thought that as good of a job as he was doing stimulating her tits that it was a wonder that some of his teenage girlfriends hadn't let him go farther than Mike said that they did. He had her at a high arousal level when he began to move his face toward her pussy. Abbey stopped him, saying, "Roll over on your back."