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Amen

By: SheWhoIS



How could he possibly concentrate on the sermon when the woman preaching it was so damn beautiful? 

She had way more curves than any minister ever should. Not even the alb could hide the heaving bust, tapered waist and round hips she had been blessed with. When her full, moist lips pronounced "Oh God" at the beginning of the pastoral prayer, all he could think about was how much he wanted to make her scream those very words as he took her. And it was all he could do when she broke the communion bread and said "Take of my body"...oh if only he could. 

He always sat at the back of the sanctuary. That way, he could make a quick exit before anyone had a chance to spy the thick, steely rod held tight against his leg by his trousers. If you asked him to repeat anything his pastor said, he would be at a loss for words. Everyone probably thought he was so taken by God's word when he closed his eyes, breathing heavy during the service. If they only knew what was going on in his head, how he'd lose himself in little scenarios like this—

He waited around after the service, when she returned from fellowship to gather up her sermon notes, the collar of her alb undone, exposing the white flesh of her neck. He stealthily followed her up to the chancel, into the pulpit and stood behind her, seemingly completely unknown to her. He inhaled her scent for a minute and let her curly red hair brush against his cheek before he pushed it aside so he could lay a single small, wet kiss behind her ear. She didn't start. She didn't turn around. She knew exactly who it was and exactly what he wanted and she wanted it to, so she just stood, her eyes closed as he wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her closer as he continued to kiss down the soft skin of her neck. Even through the layers of her ceremonial garb, she could feel his cock rock hard and throbbing against her as he grasped her tighter and tighter. He nibbled and sucked at her neck as his hands moved up to cup her big breasts.

As he squeezed and massaged each tit through that pure white service robe of hers, she let out the softest moan and slid her hand between their bodies so she could stroke his cock, which was now about to explode from his pants. He turned her around violently and kissed her hard and deep, sliding his tongue into the mouth that had just minutes before brought him the word of God.

He led her over to the altar and began undoing the belt that held her alb closed, all the while still kissing her feverishly. He pulled away so he could undo her buttons, relishing in the slip of each one through its hole, bringing him closer and closer to finally viewing that beautiful body of hers uncovered. She looked at him hungrily as he worked, pleased that he would finally discover her secret. The more he unbuttoned, the more of her skin he saw—but no other fabric—he continued all the way down until he realized, pleasantly surprised that she was wearing absolutely nothing under that robe—she never did—not one single Sunday. Nothing but a pair of black lacy thigh highs and shiny black heels. He pushed back the panels of fabric and drank in the sight of her milky white flesh completely exposed as she leaned against the altar.

Full breasts heaving, cherry red nipples hard against the parish air, just begging to be sucked and bitten—but not yet. His eyes continued downward, past the soft skin of her abdomen, her round, curved hips, her thick white thighs interrupted by that lace. He couldn't stand it anymore. He pushed her down onto that table where she had served communion so many times before and stood before her, ready to worship at the altar. He ran his hands down the length of her body, squeezed her right breast, and slowly drew its nipple into his mouth. She moaned loud and it echoed off the arched ceiling above them. He sucked her breast hard and hungry while his hands moved up and down her body, riding her delicious curves like a skier on the slopes. 

He moved to the other breast, biting this one just slightly as she moaned some more, her hands undoing his tie, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. He licked his way down her stomach, stopping to dip his tongue lightly into her navel before he focused his attention on her soft, thick inner thighs. He ran his hands up and down her silky skin, spreading her legs, kneeling before her, drinking in the sight of the exposed pink lips of her dripping wet pussy. She propped herself up on her elbows so she could watch him gaze at her. She was on the edge of melting with desire. "Lick me" she begged at this transfixed man between her legs. Far be it from him to deny her. 

He wrapped an arm around each leg, drew her down to the edge of the altar, spread those thick lips with his fingers and took one long lick up the entire length of her slit. She cried out in ecstacy as he slid his tongue into her, hard, deep wet strokes into her wetter pussy. He pressed his mouth hard against her mound has he sucked and licked and tasted all the juices she had to offer. Her gasps and moans bounced all over the stained glass, the columns, the empty pews before them. She arched her back and bucked her pussy, grinding it against his face as he ate her—deep and hard and slow, sampling every inch and every fold her silky sex had to offer.

She threw her head back and screamed out 'Oh God, Oh God' , which set his still rock hard cock throbbing against his still clothed leg. She felt herself cumming all over his face and she let herself go, completely surrendering to the pleasures her flesh had to offer, the alb still under her ass now soaking wet with her juice. 

She pushed him out from between her legs and sat up sweaty and shaking but starving for him. Immediately her hands were on his belt, undoing the buckle, the button, the zipper. She seized him so hard, he stumbled back, leaning against the pulpit as she yanked his pants down and wrapped both her hands around his thickly veined shaft. Hers was the mouth that prayed for him, that preached to him, that talked to God on his behalf, and now here it was sliding down over the head of his massive erection. She swirled her tongue around it like a lolli pop as she gripped it tight, letting the very tip of her tongue slip into the slit to get at the drop of precum waiting for her. She then took it, deeper and deeper—all the way down until her nose was lost in his hair. 

His cock was down her throat, and she sucked as she pulled it back out ever so slowly at first, then building speed, in and out as she clutched his balls in her hands. He ran his hands through the red spirals of her hair and grabbed the back of her head, pushing himself further and further into her mouth. She moaned as he breathed heavier and heavier, his pants still at his ankles, his jacket and shirt still on except for the few buttons she had managed to get at and his tie loosened around his neck.

"Fuck me with your mouth, Pastor" he found himself saying as she moaned her submission happily into his crotch and reached around to dig her nails into his asscheeks as she sucked him harder and deeper until suddenly, he grabbed her arms and pulled her to her feet. He swung her around and pushed her face down onto the altar. Her open alb still on her like a bathrobe, he threw it over her head as he spread her legs, leaning down to briefly bite her ass cheek before he slid the head of his pulsing cock deep into her dripping wet cunt. The both of them moaned loud and deep as inch after inch of him sunk into her. "Oh God yes, yes" she screamed—now this was the kind of prayer he'd been waiting to hear from her—"Fuck me, fuck me hard—Oh God I'm gonna cum" she said as her body shivered in orgasm after orgasm. He pounded her from behind harder and harder, his balls slapping against the pure white flesh of her ass. He held her hips and she met his thrusts with thrusts of her own, driving him deeper and deeper into her .

His eyes rolled back into his head as he leaned forward and grabbed her hair, pulling her up off the altar, exposing her breasts to his grasp. He squeezed each one hard as he fucked her, groaning and grunting as she begged him to cum inside her. "Shoot your load, fill me up" she cried and sure enough, he shot stream after stream deep into her pussy baptizing her insides the way she had baptized him. He fell onto her back, completely exhausted, sweaty and hot as the cum streamed down her leg and rolled over the shiny patent leather of the heels she was still wearing. The sanctuary smelled of sex and flesh and sin. He grabbed hold of her alb as he pulled himself out of her and wiped himself clean with its hem before he let it fall down covering her ass again as she laid there, still on the altar, still heaving with the look of heavenly satisfaction all over her face.

Amen...

He awoke from his dream as she wrapped up the final prayer before the offering. He looked down at the strategically placed bible in his lap and up at her as she made her way over to the altar to hand the offering plates to the deacons. No communion—not this Sunday—not for him.

Amen (An Erotic Story) Ch. 01



Copyright Don Abdul ©2005

Edited by papaya_lynne

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It all started with an innocent phone chat.

Mo: Hey Theo, how have you been brotha?

Theo: Hey babe, what's up with you? It has been quite a while...

Mo: Yeah, it sure has. Anyways I'm doing ok; the good Lord has been good to me. 

How about you, what have you been up to lately?

Aw well, what can I tell you? It sure has not been a bed of roses. The loneliness is twisting my mind, and then some. LOL

Mo: Aw, poor darling. But I'm kinda surprised you're feeling lonely. Guys like you don't do lonely, so what's with that?

Theo: Umgh! I dunno, where am gonna start to answer that one.

Mo: Whao! That bad uh?

Theo: Yeah, and then some. Might be best if we do not go into all that.

Mo: And why ever not?

Theo: Well for one, I do not want you to end up feeling sorry for me, and then we might be forced to relive memories that are best kept in the past.

Mo: Hey, it is me you're talking to man, ease up and tell it all to mama. LOL

Theo: Yeah right!

Mo: Hey, hey do I smell sarcasm somewhere in there?

Theo: Well if you must know I've been without a woman for aw, lemme see.....how about a year and a half.

Mo: Oh Lord, and Why not, you never been that way before...

Theo: Um, lemme see...nothing really, it's just that there was a contest for the heart of the only one woman I truly ever loved or even wanted, and guess what, I lost out.

Not surprising really (shrugs), if you consider that the contest was between the church and me.

Mo: Oh! Well sugar, you know it aint like that. That was just something way beyond you and me. I got the calling and I had no option to answer it. I could not let my desire of the flesh get in the way of eternal salvation. I thought you understood that at the time. You even promised never to hate me for it.

In time, you would find a woman for you, and you will get over this I promise you.

Theo: Yes, I did too, and I swear I do not hate you. I couldn't even if I wanted to, my heart and soul would not go along with it. It's just that there has not been anyone for me. How can there be.

Theo: (snickers) Sure why not, afterall the job requirement is simple enough though, she just has to have these qualities/abilities:

* Communicate eloquently without ever having to speak a single word * Know when I am worried, even though I am smiling or laughing. * Know everything about me, including the intimate things I never even told her * Know how to take my incomplete emotions and turn them into the fullness of love * Know how to kiss me like no other person alive * Make me so horny my balls ache, and then love me so completely my sleep is deep and undisturbed by dreams or nightmares * And oh, she has to be able to make me scream my head off when I cum. 

And most importantly, she has to look like you, talk like you, cry like you, and smell like you exactly...not nearly, not just more than, or less than...

Mo: Wow! Hold your horses man, is that what you been living with? Is that why you have been avoiding me?

Theo: Avoid, I wish. How could I possibly avoid you, you are in my heart, and in my mind. You dominate my thinking and my consciousness.

Mo: Aw, I am flattered....

Theo: Flattered uh, well I am sorry about that, it honestly was not intended. Matter of fact, if I was a religious man, you would be that religion.

Mo: (with mock seriousness) Hey do not talk like that, I done told you before brotha, "every saint has a past and every sinner has a future". Anyways, now that you called, I would like to meet. Catch up a lill and see with my own eyes how the good Lord has been taking care of you.

Theo: Are you sure that is a good idea?

Mo: Why ever not?

Theo: If you say so...

Mo: Amen! My place dinner Friday evening, say 6-ish?

Theo: Only if you guarantee you're gonna be serving that special soul food. LOL

Mo: Deal!

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Come Friday night, Theo arrives at her place at half past 6 p.m. Even from the front porch, his nostrils pick up the aroma of her wonderful cooking, 'damn!' He thinks; 'great, she has always been one hell of a cook'. He rings her bell and a while later she opens the door to let him in. As soon as he steps through the door, Monique engulfs him in a bear hug, he responds with equal enthusiasm, but he only kisses her on the cheek, and then on her forehead. For reasons Mo cannot understand, she finds herself crying.

They stand right there in each other's arms and he just holds her, and pats her lightly on the back as a gesture of support. She recovers her composure and looks up into his eyes, and in her usual inimitable way, says a silent thank you without speaking a single word.

Dinner is even better than he had expected, and now they are in her living room, sitting on the sofa sipping the wine that he brought along, taking in a sitcom show on TV, and enjoying a game of scrabble.

They had started the game of scrabble to ease the tension when try as she may, Theo refused to be drawn into a discussion of his difficulty in moving on.

After playing just the one game, the tension in the air is too much for Theo to bear anymore, for the sake of his sanity, he decides that its time to go.

They are at the door and he turns around to shake her hand and bid her goodnight, but just like when he arrived, she is ready with a sisterly hug .

He kisses her on the forehead, then on her cheek, then on her lips, expecting her to pull away from him...

To Be Continued...



Amen (An Erotic Story) Ch. 02



Copyright Don Abdul ©2005

Edited by: papaya_lynne

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In the eye of her mind, Mo sees her rational born again self, standing to one side of the searingly hot erotica playing out between Theo and her, as though it involves someone else other than herself.

She reaches up and holds onto his shoulders, and melds her now super turned-on body into his. When he kisses her earlobes and then the back of her neck, she responds with a shudder. 'Damn!' she thinks to herself; 'He still knows how to push my buttons right'.

Her hands begin to unbutton his shirt and before long, she is twirling around his erect man nipples. Two can certainly play the game, and she knows nothing but nothing does it for him better than that. Instantly his already stiff dick grows even bigger and is now sticking her in the crotch.

"Dayum!" He says with a deep groan. He reaches into the top of her shirt, and fondles her ample bosom through her scarlet lacy bra. 'That damn bra is hampering my access to her soft juicy breasts' ; he thinks as he reaches behind her and in one smooth move unclasps her bra to liberate her huge-nippled boobs. She gently guides his head to her bosom, his hungry lips find her thick nipple, and he suckled the one, then on the other. He licks around her areola until her pussy is so wet she has juice running down her inner thighs, her soft moans getting louder with each touch.

She reaches down and unbuckles his belt and soon his pants are in a heap around his ankles.

Right there in that position, he goes on his knees, reaching under her long church-girl skirt, he slides her matching scarlet lace panties down her thick shapely legs. He rubs and caresses her silken thighs up and down in a prayerful two-handed caress, at the same time praying fervently that she does not change her mind at this crucial point.

'What the fuck!'; the bad girl in her is thinking, 'is he gonna be down there touching my thighs all evening? I need some major shafting right now or imma go nuts'.

She reaches for his shoulder and gestures for him to 'go for gold'. Now on his feet again, his pants kicked aside in a deft move, she guides his hand to her wetness, rubbing his hand over her pussy. The slippery moisture of her sex throws the final tumbler and unlocks the freak inside of him. Now he is an animal of lust, he turns her around and waltzes her into position, he bends her over and her hands come to rest against the door, one hand holding on to the doorknob for support. One step backwards he looks and savours the rear view of the fragrant pussy he has missed so much. At that instant, he could have sworn that her pussy lips smiled at him. Stepping closer again, he grabs his throbbing dick, with its head oozing precum, and he rubs it all over her pussy.

She is moaning at the excitement of the sweet cock-pussy embrace, and the teasing he is giving her. She feels him spread her pussy lips apart and it feels so good as his thick curvy, snub-nosed dick travels down her pussy canal.

It tore through her with an eddy of electric rush, she yells out her ecstatic endorsement of his perfect hit. He grabs her ass and holds her in place whilst almost coming out of her altogether, but then he rams his cock right back into her hot cunt. He fucks her pussy a little deeper and faster with every succeeding stroke...

"Oh, Lord!" She hisses thru her passion-clenched teeth, as she throws her ass back at him. The sensation of him stroking her deep and good is pushing her very core into an ecstatic overdrive "Oh Lord!" She cries out again. "Oh baby, hit me, yeah baby, hit me real goooood!"

Her moans are getting louder now, as he goes faster, varying his angle of entry, grazing her every nook and cranny. 'Damn! It has been such a long time'; she thinks as his cock seems to be growing even bigger in her cunt. She could feel him throbbing deep inside of her close hugging tightness; 'Oh, I love the way he is stretching my walls'.

"Oh sweet lord yesssssss!"

'Oh, shit man! This is the life' Theo thinks to himself; Her pussy is so tight he is feeling her muscles knead his cock and threatening to milk the cum right out of his balls, right there and then. He goes even faster...displacing her juices, and building up a creamy delight as her pussy gets shafted really hard, fast and furiously.

"Dayum!" He is feeling as though the next stroke would be his last, as his balls crash into her mound. Pounding faster and harder...and soon she is speaking in tongues.....he could not make out what she's saying but it sounded so erotic to his ears its driving him so damn wild. He is moaning and groaning, within a few inches of his nut-off point.

Suddenly he hears English, as she screams "Oh sweet Jesus.....aghhhhhhhh!" She starts to convulse as she climaxes. Her pussy squeezes his dick so tight as he grabs her waist to stop her from keeling over in her orgasmic fit.

It is the last coherent thought he has, as her convulsing pussy tips him over the cliff edge and he involuntarily buries his cock deeper inside of her. He lets out a deep animal groan, "Aghhhhh, gotdayum!!!! I'm cummmming..."; he shoots his hot creamy cum inside of her amidst a rush of ecstasy, and blinding sparks of brilliant colours. He blanks out.

He feels himself float out of his own body away to nirvana as her multi-orgasmic pussy continues to ripple and squeeze every last drop of cum from his hardness.

*

Has he won her back, or is this just a one off moment of weakness of flesh? Find out in part 3....coming soon 



Amen (An Erotic Story) Ch. 03



Copyright Don Abdul ©2005

Edited by: papaya_lynne

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They lay there for what seems like ages, just enjoying the euphoria of their shared warmth and fragrance. Eventually they rise and head for the shower together, each lathering up the other and washing off the sweat of their hungry and near desperate fuck. They both enjoy the feel of soapy sensation, the smoothness of their touches as their hands roam over the landscape of each others bodies. They retrace the curves and contours that each knows only too well, the geography of which the thief of time cannot steal away from them.

Theo is so aroused, his member standing full length, and pointing towards her close-cropped love triangle, like the turret of an armoured tank in the heat of battle.

Mo is so horny now, the freak in her re-awakened by the sexy soapy touch of his hands over her breast, down her tummy, and grazing her erect clitoris as he washes his cum from her cunt. His probing fingers gently teasing her swollen pussy lips, and inducing a minor orgasm, which washes over her body, making her legs to threaten disobedience.

All towelled up and dry, he lifts her off her feet and carries her into the bedroom and lays her gently upon her bed.

His eye catches the bottle of massage oil sitting innocently on her nightstand; reaching for it, he pours some on his hands, rubs them together to warm it up, and then turns her over onto her stomach and starts to massage her body. From the tense muscles around her shoulders, he works his way all over her back. 

She is completely lost in this new world of pleasure, as Theo puts to practice what he had so long ago read about the art of sensual massage. By the time, he gets to her inner thighs her pleasure is already turning into pure torture. She is enjoying the massage but the ache in her pussy is now assuming a mind bending proportion, her body language is clearly insinuating that she is ready to wear her pussy over his huge erection, but Theo carries on working his sensual touch into her calves, and finally into the soles of her feet.

By now, her pussy is so wet with juice running down her swollen lips over her perineum and down the crack of her ass onto the bed linen. Her womanly essence mixes with the exotic one of the massage oil. The mixture of smells pervades the air, further charging the atmosphere with high sexual energy.

As Theo turns her onto her back to continue his massage, she begs him... "Please baby, do not do this to me...please do not punish me any longer, just love me baby".

That said she reaches up to him, pulling him down to herself. In one fluid movement, she has him on his back and wastes no time in mounting him. She straddles his heaven-pointing erection, and slips the head into her pink wetness and slides down the entire length until he is completely buried in her pussy. As she feels his cock head kiss her cervix, she throws back her head and lets out a deep moan, suddenly a rush of ecstasy hits her like a thunderbolt, as her pussy walls instantly collapse around his girth, rippling over his manhood, massaging his entire length. Seizing the moment, he gently caresses her tits, rubbing her erect nipples with the flat of his palms.

As her orgasm subsides, she starts to react to his caress of her breasts. Her wetness is all over his cock, down his shaft, onto his crotch, and bathing his balls. The warmth of her juice fires his arousal to a new level. He begins to thrust up to her, and she responds by swaying her waist too. The humping assumes a faster pace as their shared hunger takes over.

"Oh baby, why did you ever leave me...? Why did you turn me into a sexual destitute?" He asks even as he drives his pulsing cock up her pussy.

Rather than answer his question she puts a finger to her pussy, soaking it in the wetness of their sex, and then placing it over his lips.... At that instant, he hits a magical note in their sexual orchestra. She throws back her head again and moans out loud; "Aghhhhhhhhh baby, yes....please don't stop. Oh, fuck yeah..."

She is humping away at him furiously, and without a care in the world.

"Oh sweet Lord!" She screams; "Oh baby, please sate my hunger". She starts to sob; "Oh baby quench my thirst plssssssssssssssssss!"

Theo reaches behind her ands grabs her ass, shoving it down over his questing dick and without thinking about it, he slips his finger through the wetness around her asshole deeper into her. She sighs deeply and her ass starts to buck.

He continues to finger fuck her ass even as she humps his dick. 'Dayum!' He thinks, feeling the pressure of his finger massaging his phallus through the walls of her pussy. The mind-blowing sensation transmitted directly to his brain, which is nearing total cum induced incoherence.

Their act of copulation assumes a momentum of its own and soon their individual energies coalesce, making them into a single sexual entity, existing at a higher plane. Suddenly there is flash after flash of bright colourful light, a moment of internal radiance heralding their simultaneous orgasm.

As the fireworks subside, their souls undock, each becomes aware of dying sounds that they now recognize as their screams, moans and love cries.

They lay in each other's arms, enjoying a sacred moment of post coital bliss. Theo falls into a deep satisfied slumber. The smile on his sleeping face, a testament to his complete physical, sensual and emotional satisfaction

Mo's thoughts begin to slip further away into deep introspection. A solitary teardrop breaks loose from the corner of her eye, and is quickly followed by more, as the Ying and Yang of her mind engage in a philosophical debate for the future of her heart, her love life, her soul, even her eternal salvation. Her thoughts roam free through the vast expanse of the universe that is her mind, as she contemplates the choice she has to make....

She soliloquizes:

Oh sweet Jesus, why me?

Is this a test of my faith, or is it a sign that he is the man for me?

Surely, the weakness of my flesh threatens the salvation of my soul.

It is a sin to love an unbeliever, even now he has made me sin. Yet no man created by You moves me like he does.

Father forgive me but how could something so wrong feel so good, so right?

Through her torrents of silent tears, she catches a glimpse of her bedside clock, it 3:45 a.m. As she struggles to find a resolution of her internal turmoil, the little demon inside of her heart says loud and clear:

'Who else can make you feel the things he makes you feel?

You are celibate for a year and a half, without even a moment of doubt or insurmountable temptation, and then just a couple of hours with him and your body is totally reconfigured by his sexual and sensual dexterity.

You best enjoy the goodness only he can ever provide, or you would lose him to another who values what he truly ...'

In spite of the battle of indecision raging on in her subconscious mind, she succumbs to sleep, reunited with her lover in the land of dreams.

The end



Amen Corner



This story could be called a prologue to the wacky adventures of Alexis, my skinny adventuress portrayed in the "Texas Hold 'em" stories. Or it could be an epilogue to the untold stories of Alexis' childhood. My choice is "sexilogue", a new word I just invented.

This reminds me of the fun word games that make new words out of old ones such as:

Giraffiti (n): Vandalism spray-painted very, very high.

Foreploy (v): Any misrepresentation about yourself for the purpose of getting laid.

Glibido (v): All talk and no action.

And my personal fav:

Ignoranus (n): A person who's both stupid and an asshole. (You know who you are!)

Now that I think about it here is a new word to help set up this story:

Gilfgin (n): A girl who loses her virginity on a golf course.

And here's how it happened...

As everyone in my story posse knows I'm a bit on the thin side. My kind and lovely Mother insisted on "willowy" even as she handed me a padded bra when we shopped for my first pretty under things. I suspect my Daddy didn't mind that I was a twig because he was a jock and probably figured breasts got in the way of swinging a baseball bat or golf club.

My three older brothers (yes, I'm the spoiled baby of the fam) were also hard core athletes so I got swept up in the jet stream of their various athletic activities. Which I didn't mind as I found being a tomboy had its advantages; boys actually picked me to play on their teams while the brazen, cloying girls my age were sitting on the sidelines comparing notes about menstrual periods.

Thus, my athletic career began early and because of the excellent tutoring of my dad and brothers I developed into a very good all round jock. However, no matter how much I wanted it my body would not cooperate by getting taller, wider or muscular. My 13 year old stick-like physique would be my fate for the rest of my life. I was predestined to be the point guard in basketball, the shortstop in softball and the setter in volleyball.

My best sport was golf. My family lived on a golf course in Florida so it was natural that my brothers and I all took up the sport very young. I realized near the beginning that golf had some great equalizers between the sexes and that physical strength didn't necessarily mean better play. My dad made sure all of us had golf lessons early on so we could play the game correctly.

The payoff for playing so much golf came in high school when I made the varsity team as a freshman. I know the older girls were pissed about this skinny little runt who was barely bigger than her golf bag making the team but like I said earlier, golf has some great equalizers such as SCORE DON'T LIE. None of the bitchy upperclassmen or whiny parents could argue with the fact that I earned my spot through my play, not seniority.

Now, you horny dogs, you might be wondering what this shameless self-promotion of my golf prowess has to do with first time sex of yours truly. The answer is nothing; I just wanted to tell you I am a good golfer. Ha ha. Just kidding...it has everything to do with golf!

By the time I was a high school senior I was being recruited by all the best university golf teams in the Southeast. Here I was, eighteen years old, coasting in my final semester of high school and I was getting full ride offers to play college golf! Gawd, it was lucky golf hats had adjustability since my head was swelling from all the attention.

Ok, remember the recruiting scenes in the movie "Blindside"? (Btw, I adore Sandra almost as much as Jennifer-why do all my fav celeb ladies get shit on by their men? Hmm). Anyway, the coaches show up and sit in the living room and make nice with the parents? Coaches for women's golf aren't necessarily all women but most are. And, can I be so crass to say that many of the female coaches tend to be, ah, rather masculine? Not that there's anything wrong with that (quoting Seinfeld here).

The funniest part of these visits was the double-take the coaches did when they first saw me in the flesh. Since their offers were based on my scoring in golf I had met very few of them. So, mom and dad would get them all comfy in the living room and then I would make my grand entrance, like some silly diva on the red carpet at the Oscars. You could tell they thought this 95 pound wimp was a little sister snooping around.

Augusta State University is located in Augusta, Georgia. Augusta, Georgia is home to Augusta National Golf Club. Augusta National Golf Club is home to the Masters Tournament. Now, even if you live in Antarctica and moved there because you hate golf so much it seemed the least likely place to see golf on TV, you still know about the Masters.

I'm just saying Augusta is Mecca to golf nuts like me. Thus, when the coach for ASU showed up in my living room I was more interested than normal. I made my typical grand entrance into the room and instead of seeing the stereotypical lady golf coach I expected, there sat this really cute guy who didn't look a day older than me. Well, ok, I look 13 but I'm saying he looked 18. You know what I mean.

When I say cute, I mean 'friggin' adorable' with longish black hair curling around his ears; brown eyes framed with eyelashes that women would rip off him to use for themselves if they could; perfectly white, straight teeth that could be used in a Crest commercial; a long, lean body that probably had 0.0002 body fat; and finally, long, slender but strong hands that wrapped around my skinny little paws like how King Kong held Fay Wray while climbing up the Empire State Building.

"Alexis, how nice to meet you finally. I'm Anthony Butler, coach of the Lady Jags," I heard this gorgeous hunk say to me as if I were under water and the sound was distorted. I was staring down at our hands, still clasped together in the welcoming handshake.

"Alexis, dear, it would be polite for you to return his greeting now," prompted my mother after too long of a pause from me.

"Oh, yes, um, I'm Alex, so nice to touch you, I mean meet you," I croaked out like one of the bullfrogs in our backyard pond. My fair complexion burned as hot as the surface of the sun with solar flares. I finally raised my gaze up to his face and saw an amused glint in his eyes.

Anthony gently extracted his hand from my death grip and suggested we sit down next to my parents and chat. I stumbled over the coffee table and made the china rattle like a 6.0 earthquake was striking Florida, for God's sake. I knew I was blowing this potential offer up in smoke but I couldn't get my wits about me because of the primal attraction I was feeling toward this man.

You know I'm a virgin at this point of my life, right? It's a 'first time' story ya know. I had been groped and tongued wrestled on a few dates with a small number of guys but it never got out of hand. If the boy got to first base with me they probably didn't even know it due to my lack of soft, curvy parts.

"Alexis, I know you are being recruited by some much bigger schools, but I want to tell you that ASU has some assets that you might not be aware of that I believe will appeal to you," Anthony told me with his large hands spread on each thigh. I was still staring at his beautiful hands, which were in line with his crotch, which was open to me because he was sitting like a lot of guys do, which gave me full, eyeball access to his, um, bulge that pressed against his khaki pants. Lord help me, I actually checked for a wedding ring on his left hand. I hate girls who do that! Hate them! Why did I just do it? I hate me!

Anthony continued on by saying, "I would like you to visit ASU the first weekend of April. I have tickets to the Masters tournament that I use for recruits who may have never seen professionals play."

The magic word "Masters" finally convinced my eyes to leave his fascinating lumpy pants and meet his eyes. I looked for a sign that he was playing with my mind. People, do you know how difficult it is to get into the Masters? Tickets got scalped for $25,000 I'd heard! After that offer Coach Butler could have told me to strip naked and blow him in front of my parents and I would have been reaching for his belt without hesitation.

The Masters! God, I was getting damp between my legs just thinking about it. My mother gave me a little jab in the ribs with her sharp elbow.

"Don't you think it would be appropriate to respond to Coach Butler, Alexis?" she asked with a glare.

"Yes, that sounds great, Coach. I want to come for sure," I told him as my cheeks burned even hotter as I felt the word "come" might be mis-interpreted. Could I sound or act any more idiotic?

I almost never wear a bra since I don't have much to support anyway but at this moment I wished I had because my nipples popped out like the eyes of the hilarious actor Marty Feldman in the movie "Young Frankenstein". I thought I saw Coach Butler glance at my chest. Luckily my parents were both looking at our guest so they didn't witness their wanton whore of a daughter give the Coach an eyeful of hardened nubbies. My nipples felt radioactive as I casually brushed some imaginary lint from the front of my polo shirt. I know my fantasies were in overdrive but I swear I saw a twitch under his pants. He nonchalantly crossed his legs away from my mother so my suspicions may have been true.

"Alexis, it's a deal. You will be staying with one of the women on the team while you visit which will give you a chance to experience campus life too. I will send more particulars for your travel as soon as I get back to Augusta. I'm looking forward to learning more about you," he said with his stunning smile that I of course interpreted as an invitation to throw me on the ground and ravish my innocent bod.

My mom and dad escorted Coach Butler out of the house after we all shook hands again. I swear I felt extra meaning in his grip during the ritual goodbye. As soon as they left the room my hands involuntarily flew to my stiff nipples and I tweaked and pulled them with careless abandon. What was wrong with me? I'm a tomboy not a silly sex addict like some of my whorish classmates.

I rushed up to my room, yelling to my parents that I had to make some calls. I locked my door and unzipped my shorts with fumbling fingers. With my shorts and silky underwear tangled around my ankles I stood in front of my mirrored closet doors and slipped my fingers between my legs. When I'm sexually excited my honey bud expands so much that it peeks its cute little head out between my pussy lips. Not that I had much trouble finding it anyway. It was already slippery from my fantasies during the interview so my kneading and pulling soon had my fingers soaked with my girl juices. My legs got so wobbly I was forced to sit down on my floor. I looked in the mirror at the vision of me fingering herself like a monkey in heat. I didn't care because my fingers were Coach Butler's in my current fantasy state. I flopped back on my soft carpet and finished what I started. Hoo boy, it was the best orgasm I'd ever self inflicted!

Afterward, I was panting and sweating on my floor looking at my golf trophies on my shelves. My clit was still throbbing as I pressed my legs together to put gentle pressure on my poor abused love button. My mind drifted to my invitation to the Masters and better yet, a chance to be alone with Coach Anthony Butler and what could happen if the sun, moon and stars aligned properly for Alexis Noel. A girl can dream can't she?

Days until the Masters crawled by as slowly as the minute hand during last period in high school on a Friday. I had plenty to do getting myself ready for the trip. I knew my mother was dumbfounded by my sudden attention to hair, nails and wardrobe. Never before had she seen me care about all that. That being said, she rejoiced in my new mission to become the daughter that any self-respecting Southern Belle wanted. We went from store to store shopping for stylish clothes; from Korean manicurists to the gayest hair dressers in Southern Florida. I made a huge decision to cut my hair short after so many years of wearing a pony tail. Not that I told Mommy this but I wanted a more "mature" look to impress Coach. My gay hair guy cut and highlighted my blond hair so I looked like Meg Ryan in "You've Got Mail" (I wish!).

Finally, the big day came. I examined myself in the closet mirror; I was wearing my traveling clothes which were a blue tailored jacket over a starched white shirt tucked into a grey, pleated skirt that was prettttty short (a source of conflict with Mommy dearest). My womanly assets generally started below my belt so I was going to feature my shapely legs and butt as much as possible. I thought I looked at least 20 or so (grins at her readers)!

As the airplane taxied to the terminal I noticed a lot of very expensive, private jets off in the distance. Ah yes, the Masters is like the flame to the moth for rich folks. I exited the security area, got my bags and looked around for Coach Butler. I pictured him rushing up, crushing me with an embrace, smothering me with kisses and whisking me off to his home where I would be his love slave for 4 days. You know I have an active imagination by now, right?

As the crowd thinned I noticed a very large and solid looking woman holding up a sign. The sign said "Alexis Noel". That's me, dear readers. And this was definitely not Coach Butler ready to ravish me. I approached the buxom woman (who could have been a Nazi concentration camp guard in another life) and told her I was Alexis in a very timid voice.

If looks could kill from Frau Hilda, I would be writhing on the hard airport floor gasping my last breathes on Earth. She merely grunted, turned on her heel and told me to follow her. I knew that I brought too much shit but I also kinda expected some help with my luggage upon arrival. So here's this blond water buffalo who could carry all my bags under her arms and still bench press 300 pounds, not even looking around to see if I was keeping up. I was muttering some pretty nasty things about Augusta Friggin' U while I struggled along in the wake of the tramp steamer I was following.

After a silent ride to the campus, Miss Congeniality stopped in front of a dorm and told me to get out and go to room 1008. I pulled my bags out of the trunk and slammed the lid (maybe a littttle harder than necessary). As soon as the trunk closed, the cow masquerading as a human took off without a backward glance. Wow, what a great first impression. Let's see, who else offered me scholarships?

Room 1008 was part of an English maze designed to confound advanced geometry majors. I was sweating like a stevedore and cursing like merchant marine by the time I finally found the room. I knocked politely on the door and waited patiently. No one answered the knock. I knocked a little louder this time. No answer. I noticed a piece of paper on the floor so I picked it up and opened the note. It said, "Hey Alexis, change of plans. I was supposed to host you this week but my boyfriend offered to take me to the coast this morning. Call Coach Butler to see what he wants you to do. Enjoy your stay!"

To say that I was burning in anger would be like saying that Mount St. Helen's was just blowing off a little steam. If Mike Tyson was coming at me in that dorm hallway with malice in his piggy eyes I would have bitten off his ear. I sat down on one of my bags and thought through my options. I could get back on the next plane and leave. However, my Daddy didn't raise a quitter so going back was not an option. Plus I wanted the opportunity to give a piece of advice to Coach Butler in person. That delicate piece of advice was going to be "GO FUCK YOURSELF"!

I didn't trust myself to speak at the moment so I texted a message to the number Anthony Dickhead Butler gave me in the packet of school information. My fingers flew over the keys with the following sarcastic message, "My hostess is gone for the week. She left me a really sweet note though. I can't wait to meet the rest of the team. Alexis."

I sat there in the dingy hallway plotting diabolical revenge on these clowns from ASU. Pain wasn't enough. It had to be really, really nasty. I thought about Frau Hilda tied up on a red ant hill with her pasty white thighs opened to all the biting little devils. Hold on; add the bitch in room 1008 to the image. Hilda would be wearing a strap-on dildo that could make a rhino happy except bitch 1008 would be impaled on it. The whipped cream on my revenge sundae would be Coach Butler strung up in a harness with his dick and balls dangling in front of Hilda's snarling choppers. Sweeeeet.

My phone chirped indicating a text message. It said, "I'm coming". Since I didn't leave crumbs to find my way back to the front door, I stumbled and fumbled my way to the entrance with all my bags. I just got outside to the sidewalk when a pitch black Lexus SUV screeched to a halt in front of me. Prince Fucking Charming Butler hopped out the luxury vehicle and looked at me with surprise. I was a mess. My starched white shirt was limp and a shirt tail was hanging out of my skirt. There was sweat on my forehead and my makeup was smudged from rubbing my eyes with my sleeve (no, I was NOT crying). In short, I looked like a 13 year old kid who just got beat up in the schoolyard. Not exactly like perky little Meg Ryan tapping out emails to Tom Hanks.

Coach Butler must have known that I was steamed because rather give me a bunch of lame excuses that would have pissed me off more, without a word he opened his hatchback and tossed in my bags. He opened the passenger door and said "Let's go". That's it; just "Let's go". Okaaaay, let's go dude.

I can handle silence. I'm the Dali Lama of the silent treatment. No one tops me in seething, fuming silence. I've been known to strip wallpaper with my withering, silent looks. I stared out the passenger window not really seeing anything but mentally rehearsing my invective when I was ready to deliver it to the Coach. He would regret ever making me masturbate about him after his recruitment trip. Gawd, what was I thinking?

The car turned on to a street which had a canopy of trees sheltering it. I was still smoldering so I kept my eyes down so as to not show any interest in my surroundings. I glanced up when the car pulled up in front of a cute little white bungalow with green trim. In spite of myself I realized I was on the hallowed grounds of Augusta National Golf Course. I looked over in surprise at Coach Butler.

"Welcome to Augusta National, Alexis," he said with that damned brilliant smile.

He continued, "What I'm going to do could get me into a lot of trouble, but I think I owe you a big one. You are going to stay in this cabin with me, in a separate bedroom of course. I have the use of the cabin for the week so I'm letting you stay where very, very few people have been. This is only one of ten cabins on the grounds."

Luckily my jaw was connected to the rest of my face or else it would have been rolling around the floor of the Lexus. I gaped at him like he had just stepped off the spaceship in "Close Encounters of the Third Kind".

"Listen, I've had a pretty bad day so far so quit screwing with my head. The only people who stay here are the most exclusive members of Augusta. You coach a girl's golf team. I don't appreciate getting jerked around like this," I said through clenched teeth.

"Ok, Alexis, here's a little more biography about me. Butler is my last name. Butler is the name of the cabin where the green jacket is presented and where the amateur players stay for the week. Are you getting the picture?"

"Wait a minute, are you telling me you are related to THAT Butler? I wondered how you were able to get tickets to the Masters."

I then challenged him with the question, "Are you really rich or something?"

Coach Butler favored me with his megawatt smile and said nothing. He simply asked, "Are you in or out staying here?"




Amen Corner



I've been known to carry a grudge for years. And I will get even with my brothers for that snake in my golf bag, you just wait and see. However, this was Augusta National. This was the Masters. I can swallow my pride in the face of insurmountable odds or a great friggin' bribe. This was a ginormous friggin' bribe.

"I'm in!"

"Ok, just one thing. I have to pass you off as a relative or I will get busted by the old fogies that run this place. My name will get me in here but even my name won't help if they know I've got an unrelated single woman in the cabin. So, you are Cousin Alex this week. Can you handle that?" he asked with a wry grin.

"Sure, cuz. Just tell the old farts in the green coats I'm from your mother's side of the family," I grinned at him.

"Let's get your bags inside. I will get grounds credentials for you while you freshen up. It looks like you could use a shower," he said with a sly smile.

I just about flared up again but at the last second bit my tongue and swallowed a retort. Instead I batted my eyes at him and replied, "Yes, Cousin Anthony, that would be delightful."

There's nothing like a hot shower, soap and my naked body to fuel the mind and libido. I had learned something totally amazing about Coach Butler. If he was related to the guy who has an Augusta National cabin named after him that means he was at least an heir to some serious money. The membership list of Augusta reads like the Forbes richest people list. Buffett, Gates and a bunch of other filthy rich dudes are on that list. My family calls me Nancy Drew because of my snooping nature. I would definitely get to the bottom of this mystery. In the meantime, my fury at Coach Butler regarding my arrival had cooled down but my soapy hands were heating up my earlier sexual fantasies. Get out of the shower Cousin Alex!

I dressed in one of the casual outfits that my Mother so effortlessly assembled for me. A cute little lime green top, mid-thigh white shorts and white tennis shoes. I fluffed up my newly styled tresses and checked myself quickly in the bathroom mirror. Hmm, not bad, but maybe I was exaggerating me winning the Meg Ryan look alike contest. Oh well.

"Hey, you look ready for the Masters. Since today is Wednesday, the Par 3 tournament is going on so we can see some of the pros hacking around. Here are your credentials. Wear them around your neck at all times because the security is unbelievably strict," Coach Butler told me. He added, "And please call me Tony out there because that's what a cousin would call me. None of my immediate family is around so we should be able to pull this off. But there are a lot of family acquaintances here so we may have to improvise as we go along. Shall we go?"

I looked at my credentials. "What are these special marks on the pass?" I asked.

Tony picked up my laminated pass off my chest. I wasn't wearing a bra and I felt his knuckles graze my left nipple. A little electric shock coursed down my torso. He didn't seem to notice as he pointed to the marks and said, "These are member's marks. You can go nearly anywhere on the course, except the players locker room. That is, unless you plan on being Tiger's eleventh mistress!"

"Verrrry funny Cousin Tony. Cut the comedy and let's go see if these boys know how to play golf," I retorted as I jerked my pass from his hands.

We exited the cabin and dropped into Alice in Wonderland's magic hole. Oh...my...God. The pictures I'd seen on TV and in books did not do this place justice. I felt bad crushing the blades of perfectly manicured grass as we walked across the golf course. I was like a little kid from Appalachia in a FAO Schwarz toy store for the first time. My head was moving around like Tom Cruise watching for bogies in "Top Gun". Remember that line from "Field of Dreams"; 'Hey, is this heaven? No, it's Iowa'? My answer is Augusta National Golf Course.

I was so distracted I kept bumping into Tony (Coach Butler is totally banished from my mind). I urgently grabbed his arm and whispered through clenched teeth, "Look over there. It's Phil and Sergio!"

Tony actually patted me on the head and I didn't even mind. I was star-struck and bedazzled and stupefied all at the same time. I turned to Tony and hugged him in my exuberance. He was trying to pry me off his body while looking around to make sure the appropriate behavior police weren't watching. He said quietly, "Alex, I don't think this is how cousins act."

"They duz where I comes from, Cuzzin' Tony," I replied in my best hillbilly accent. I jumped up and kissed his cheek before I broke away from him. I watched mischievously as he looked around again for any sign that we were under observation.

"I can see I may have to invoke my power as coach and punish you if you don't behave, Alex," he hissed at me.

"Um, just for the record I'm only a recruit so far. Secondly, what's the punishment? Are you going to spank me?" I asked innocently.

"Now that you mention it that sounds like an appropriate punishment if you keep this up," he replied and then sternly added, "I'm a strong believer in using my bare hand on bare skin, though, so you better behave."

I whipped my hand back and smacked him on his butt.

"Ok, Cuz, it's a deal," I responded as I ran ahead of him laughing until I reached the ropes holding back the crowd from the fairway.

Our playful interaction continued throughout the afternoon. I'm not a great science student but I definitely felt some chemistry bubbling and brewing between us. Tony and I had a fantastic dinner in the members only clubhouse. It was 'Mr. Butler this' and 'Ms. Noel that' all evening from the staff. Of course I played the part of Cousin Alexis like I was vying for an Oscar. Oh, one little fun interlude for me was when Tony was talking to this old fogie who came over to our table. I slipped off my shoe and ran my bare toes up past his calf and started creeping my foot up his golf shorts. He clamped his knees together and trapped my foot before I got too far. His face was grimacing so much the old guy asked him if he was feeling all right. God, I'm so bad I think I need a spanking!

After the golf was over for the day the crowds thinned out rapidly. Tony and I were strolling around the course visiting the famous golf holes while there weren't hordes of spectators roaming around. A security guard tried to shoo us off the course but Tony showed him our grounds and cabin passes. I was just in awe of the towering trees and beautiful plants everywhere I looked. It was a slice of paradise.

Each hole at Augusta is named for a tree or plant. There is historical significance to all the holes but the three most famous are collectively called "Amen Corner". Number 11 is White Dogwood, Number 12 is Golden Belle and Number 13 is Azalea. The reason they are called Amen Corner refers to when Arnold Palmer effectively won the tournament during those three holes in a dramatic fashion. I really wanted to see Amen Corner with Anthony while we were alone.

The sun was just setting when we came to the par 3 Golden Belle. Unless you are Amish and have been baking bread in the hot wood stove during Masters week your whole life I know you've see pictures of this hole. There is a creek winding in front of the green and a gorgeous little stone bridge that gives the players access to the green. The azaleas and dogwood trees frame the back of the green that look fake they are so stunningly beautiful. I stopped Anthony and simply stared at the perfect setting.

Anthony slipped his arm around my waist and pulled me close to his side during this poignant moment. We were both aware of how special this sight was to golfers. I was very aware of the warmth of his body next to mine and his hand on my hip. I looked up at his handsome face and said, "Thank you so much for this incredible experience. I'll never forget this moment."

He paused for just a fraction of a second before he turned me toward him. His perfect hands tenderly held my face while he bent down to kiss me. My lips met his as gently as the breeze that was whispering through the pine trees all around us. It was like the world had stopped rotating for me. Emotions whirled through my brain like a tornado and my heart was beating like the jungle drums in a Tarzan movie. The pace picked up as I flicked the tip of my tongue across his lips. His mouth opened slightly and gave me access to his mouth and tongue.

His hands crept south of my waist and cupped my ass cheeks and pulled me securely against his body. I could feel his penis harden as I ground against him. My nipples sprang to attention and ached as my shirt created friction rubbing against Tony's chest. I pulled his polo shirt up out of his pants and smoothed my hands across his hard abs and up to his chest. His nipples were hard as little pebbles as I played with them like I was dialing an old time radio. Our height difference made it perfect for me to pull his shirt up further allowing me to lightly bite on one of his nipples. He jerked in surprise and pleasure as he kneaded my butt cheeks like a baker getting the dough ready for the oven.

The shorts I was wearing had very loose leg holes so it didn't take much for him to work the material high enough that he now had his hands on my ass. It was a bare ass because I put on a naughty, black silk thong when I changed earlier. I had never been this far with any boy in my meager dating experience. My nether regions felt like they were molten lava in an active volcano. Tony's finger slipped between my ass cheeks and hooked the tiny thread of my thong. He wrapped it around his finger and pulled up and away on the thong. The front of my silky thong was forced between my pussy lips and was pressured against my very slippery clit. My legs got wobbly as I felt myself gush new honey out of my tunnel of girlhood.

I grew up with three older brothers and a father around the house but I still didn't know much about the male equipment first hand. Sex ed in school was always good for laughs but now all of a sudden I wished I'd paid more attention. I backed away from Tony just enough to let my right hand get between us. It wasn't difficult to find his hardness with my groping hand. I stopped breathing as my fingers traced the length and width of his hard cock through his clothes. Oh my, what have you gotten yourself into now, Alexis Noel?

Tony flinched as I squeezed the tip of his rigid dick. I looked at him in alarm and asked him quietly, "Did I hurt you?"

He laughed inaudibly and shook his head, "You can do that all you want. But I've got another idea. Let's go across the bridge and over to the green and get more comfortable."

We broke apart and adjusted our clothes a little before strolling down the fairway. The moon was just coming up over the horizon and cast pale light through the trees which reflected off of Rae's Creek. My body felt like it had been zapped with an electrical charge. As we crossed the most famous bridge in golf I stopped Tony and pulled his face down to mine for another kiss.

After the lingering kiss, I whispered to Tony, "Will you make love to me on the green? I want you to be my first lover and this place will make it more memorable than any other place I can think of."

"Are you sure Alexis? This has gone further than I could have ever imagined. I was attracted to you the first time I saw you in your living room but I cannot let my position as coach influence you in any way," he responded.

"I'm a big girl capable of making my own choices. If you don't make love to me I will go find one of the caddies and see if they have a stiff shaft in their bag," I replied with a devilish grin. I pulled him forward to the velvety smooth green.

The 12th hole is in the most remote corner of the property. We were taking a huge chance being there but it was dark and all the greens keepers were long gone. We kicked off our shoes and felt the short grass tickle the bottom of our feet. I was so far into this mission that I felt like an alien had taken over my body. My eyes locked on Tony's eyes as I pulled my shirt over my head. I stood there in the moonlight with my chest sprouting two hard marbles that ached to be sucked. I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my shorts and dropped them to the ground. I gracefully stepped out of my shorts and thong and dropped them on top my shirt and shoes. I shivered with anticipation as this was the first time I had ever been naked in front of a man, unless you count my doctor when I was born!

Tony watched me through the whole strip show with unblinking eyes. He did not laugh or smile at my skinny body like so many other guys have in my life. I felt privileged and honored that I was sharing my body with him. He pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it to the ground. His hands fumbled a little with his belt and zipper but it was soon around his ankles. He stepped out of the shorts and kicked them away. Tony pulled his boxers down with his thumbs but the elastic got caught on his erection. When it was finally freed, his hard cock pointed directly at me like Uncle Sam saying "I need YOU" in the old recruiting posters.

We were both frozen in place just a few feet apart but I swear I could feel the heat radiating off Tony. I know I was glowing like that piece of uranium that Homer Simpson pulls out of his shirt in the opening sequence. I looked at Tony and he looked at me. I held out my arms to him in a silent gesture to guide me through this most momentous act of my young life.

Tony stepped forward and picked me up like a feather and laid me down on the downy green. His stiff prick poked me in the side as we settled down to the ground. He put his leg between mine which settled his cock on my tummy. Tony leaned down and gently sucked one of my aching nipples into his mouth. I arched my back as I tried to force my tiny breast into his wet mouth. My pussy brushed against his hairy leg and sent a shiver up my spine.

My girl fluids were overflowing as Tony increased the pressure of his leg against my pussy lips. He switched over to my other nipple for a few minutes and then he slowly kissed his way down my flat stomach. I work out a lot so my abs are hard but now they were quivering like the Jello cubes my Mother would make us when we were little. Tony nuzzled into my sparse blond pubic hair and I felt his tongue probe between my cunny lips. I was already gushing like Old Faithful but this new sensation really turned on the faucets.

Tony gently spread my legs further apart and used his fingers to spread my most intimate female folds open. My clit felt like it had been tasered when his tongue touched me. I involuntarily clenched my legs together trapping poor Tony against my overflowing pussy. Not that he seemed to be protesting too much because his tongue was lapping at me like a thirsty Labrador.

Familiar sensations leading to an orgasm were knocking at my semi-delirious brain. I wanted Tony inside me for the final dash across the finish line so I opened up my legs and pulled his glistening face away from my honey pot. He looked so adorable down there between my legs with a questioning look in his eyes.

"Come here. I want you to turn me into a real woman," I whispered to him.

Tony kissed his way back up my body, pausing to suck both of my throbbing nipples into his mouth. I felt his hard cock poking my outer pussy lips while he settled himself on top of me. He rested his elbows on the grass so he wouldn't crush me which allowed him to comfortably kiss my ears and eyelids and lips in succession.

"Are you sure you are ready?" Tony asked in a gentle voice.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life," I replied as I kissed his lips greedily.

"Use your hands to guide me into you, Alexis, so you can control the action," he said with compassion in his tone.

I reached between us and held a man's bare penis in my hands for the first time. It was hard and hot and spongy and slippery all at the same time. I felt the entire length of it with my tiny fingers, tracing the heavy vein on the bottom side. I squeezed his circumcised head with the tips of my fingers and some very slippery liquid oozed out. I spread the pre-cum around the head of his cock and heard him groan.

Grasping his hard shaft I traced the spongy head of his cock up and down my slippery slit. I was so wet I felt like I had mercury pouring out of me. I pushed upward with my hips and felt the tip of his cock slip into me a few inches. Tony helped by gently pushing in until he felt resistance and then withdrew to my tunnel entrance. Every time he went in or out his hard shaft was stimulating my clit to the point where I knew the time had come.

"Push hard Tony! NOW PLEASE!" I exclaimed as I knew I couldn't last much longer.

Tony arched his back and plunged deeply into my eager pussy. I barely felt any pain as my hymen broke because as soon as his hard cock fully penetrated me I had the most wonderful, awesome, stupendous, outrageous, breathtaking, fantastic orgasm of my short life. I was bucking against his hips like a maddened bull in a rodeo. Tony was holding on to my shoulders as he pumped in and out of my hot canal. He was doing his best to keep up but I will admit this moment was pretty much mine.

Another wave of pleasure swept up from my pussy like the aftershock in an earthquake. I was tossing my head back and forth riding the waves of bliss like a surfer on the biggest wave in the ocean. I felt Tony tense so I knew he was close to losing control too.

"Are...you...protected?" he managed to pant. If I hadn't been so caught up in the moment myself I probably would have giggled. All my girlfriends complained about how selfish their boyfriends are in the sex department. This guy was a different breed apparently.

"I'm good," I gasped, silently thanking Planned Parenthood for helping me plan ahead.

My reply was like the light tower turning green at a drag race because Tony turned loose the full horsepower of his lovemaking. He removed his hands from my shoulders and grasped my hips and tilted me up a little as he slammed into me over and over. A wet, slapping sound was audible over our mutual panting and gasping. I was holding on to his firm ass cheeks, digging my manicured nails into his flesh.

Tony pushed into me so far I thought my tonsils were in danger. He held my hips tight as he froze in place and groaned like he was in pain. I felt my pussy contract with another mini-orgasm and I knew he was emptying his hot sperm into my eager vagina. I could feel our mutual liquids leaking out of me, running down the crack of my ass on to the soft grass. Tony relaxed and slowly lowered my hips to the ground. He moved his hands from my hips to my face and cradled it like he was holding a new born chick at Easter.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," I whispered to him as he leaned down to kiss my swollen lips. Tony held me tight as we cooled down from the flaming ardor of our lovemaking. He shifted slightly and I felt his semi-erect cock slip out of me which allowed even more of our mutual cum to flow out of me.

We heard a motor in the distance and Tony looked up in alarm and gasped, "Oh shit, there's a security cart coming. Let's go!"

Tony rolled off of me and we both scrambled to our feet. We grabbed our clothes and shoes and ran naked to the back of the green where all the beautiful bushes and trees form a backdrop to the famous golf hole. Tony led me deeper into the vegetation and we crouched down quickly as a searchlight started scanning the area. There must have been some wire loose in my brain that night because I couldn't resist playing the naughty imp. I reached between Tony's legs and slowly stroked his drooping penis while we waited for the security man to move on. I could feel it begin to swell again as my warm hand milked him in our hidden lair.




Amen Corner



"Are you ready to sign the letter of intent for my team?" he whispered with a smile in his voice.

"Well, I don't know yet. I've got three more days to decide don't I?" I responded as I tugged playfully on his half erect cock.

So, that's my first time story, sports fans. In true epilogue fashion I must disclose that I did not attend ASU. I wanted to continue to see Tony in the future and I didn't think it would feel right sneaking around with him behind the backs of my teammates. We had a great relationship over the next few years but I never went back to the Masters. However, whenever I watch the tournament on television and they show Amen Corner, I say my own little prayer of thanks.



Amen Sister (Setting Mary Free)



I can't believe what I'm doing! 

I know I'll be going to hell when I die, but I just can't make myself care. I feel freer and more alive than I ever have. I'm tingling all over.

I'm lying nude on my side in bed with an ex-con named Wade Masterson, the strongest, most masculine man I've ever been close to. I have his enormous cock in my right hand, stroking it up and down. He's telling me how he likes it done -- and incredibly, I'm obeying him, shamelessly! My left hand is cupped around his powerful balls, lightly, playfully "bouncing" them up and down.

My poor husband Frank Willis, the minister of Angelfire Baptist Church who preaches about the flames of hell every Sunday, is also naked, tied to a chair facing the bed and watching us. He's straining to get loose but Wade has him tied so tight and securely it would take him a week to free himself. His eyes are blazing with jealousy but he knows there's nothing he can do about it. 

He's making these pathetic little whimpering noises, but strangely, his little dick is standing at attention as he watches me applying baby oil and jacking this burly, macho guy.

Even the sound of Wade's low, resonant voice sends chills rippling through my body. He's telling me how he wants me to work him.

"Faster . . . . yeah, that's it faster, faster... Okay, now ease up. Slow down. Slower . . . Yeah. Work it nice and slow. .... Okay faster .... Slower...."

And as I try to keep up with his instructions, I keep getting over-excited and losing control. I speed up when he says slow down without meaning to. Just when I settle into a nice jacking rhythm he orders me to change the pace and I can't keep up.

And worst of all, when I screw up, Wade and I both laugh.

I know it's so naughty and cruel to laugh and play like this with my poor husband watching, but I just can't help it. For once in my life I feel free, and this amazing man is the one who's liberated me.

Wade has a mean streak but instead being distasteful to me, it's turning me on. I had no idea I was this sinful.

He's making me do the dirtiest things. And the terrible thing is, no matter how hard I try not to, I'm loving it!

He says: "Tell your wimpy little preacher hubby how it feels to have a REAL man's dick in your hands."

And I blush and say, "Oh I can't. It's just too mean."

And he reaches over and gives my bare ass a playful little swat and says sternly: "I said tell him!"

And in spite of myself I say, "Ooh! This is the hugest, most magnificent prick in the world and I love to jack it!"

Wade laughs his dirty laugh and shifts his position to give Frank a better view. 

"Tell him you're going to suck my big dick off and swallow every drop of my cum," he says.

And again I blush. "Oh, I can't say that!" He reaches his hand up again, but before he gives me another slap, I shout it out at the top of my lungs: "I'm going to suck this huge dick and make him shoot his entire load in my mouth." And as I say it, I feel it free something wild in me. No matter how I try to deny it, I'm loving this!

How did this ever happen? I've never in my life used language like that. 

This morning, I was the dutiful wife of a strict minister who believed the Bible when it said the wife should submit to her husband. Sex was a duty and I performed it faithfully when Frank wanted it.

I've never had a man's penis in my mouth and the only sex I ever had was with my straight-laced husband in the missionary position.

Now, less than eight hours later, at four in the afternoon, Wade has turned me into an all-out whore who craves his cock and enjoys letting him ravage me in front of Frank.

I guess it started this morning, before the church service started. Frank was spanking me. I had forgotten to set the hymnals out in the pews the night before and Frank made me take my panties down and lie over his lap.

He had the ruler in his hand – the one he uses to smack the hands of the kids who act up in Sunday School.

He was scolding me as he punished me saying "You must learn not to displease God by neglecting your church duties." 

And I think that was when I got the first sinful idea that led to the chain events that followed. As he administered the painful, humiliating spanking, I caught myself saying silently: "Lord, just once, will you let a big strong man come along and rescue me? Just once I'd like to see Frank go over a strong man's lap and feel what it's like to have his bare bottom spanked."

Immediately, I asked the Lord to forgive my sinful thought. But it was too late. It was out there and I guess the Devil must have heard it.

Later, Frank gave his sermon as usual. But from the choir loft where I sat, I noticed something that wasn't normal: A big strong hunk of a man in the first row who kept looking at me.

Now, I may have led a sheltered life, but I knew what was on his mind. He made no secret of it. He kept looking me up and down and smiling wickedly at me.

I looked away, but something made me keep looking back at him. He was dressed in tight-fitting jeans and a long-sleeve T-shirt that did little to hide those impressive arm muscles, sitting with his legs spread, leering at me with no embarrassment at all. And (Jesus forgive me), I noticed there was a huge bulge in the front of those jeans.

What's worse, he caught me noticing and, in a brash gesture, grabbed his crotch and "adjusted" himself.

I must have been blushing because he smiled even broader.

It was having a strange effect on me. I started feeling a wetness in my vagina – I mean "pussy." Wade is making me use that word now and, as hard as it was to say it at first, now it feels natural and exciting – a wetness in my pussy. I never used any of these dirty words before Wade made me. Now they feel sinfully natural and freeing.

After the service, everyone started to filter out. Wade came up to Frank and me and introduced himself. Frank gave him his name and introduced me as "Mrs. Willis."

"I just got out of prison yesterday," Wade said, "and I haven't got a place to stay. How about letting me sleep here in the church?" 

"I'm afraid we can't do that," Frank said in his stern, tight way. "We close up after Sunday services and no one is allowed in until we reopen the church office on Tuesday morning. No exceptions."

Wade looked him up and down sort of sized him up. I could tell Frank was uncomfortable. Frank is short – about five-six – and very thin. He's intimidating to the parishioners because he knows the Bible well and uses it to scare them off the road to hell. The congregation is afraid of him because he keeps telling them what sinners they are.

But I could see Wade had no fear that Frank could play on. He's about six-foot-six with a strong athletic body. His arms and chest are hard and muscular from working with weights in the prison gym.

He just looked Frank in the eye and said, "Okay." And with that he reached out and shook Frank's hand.

Before turning to leave, he took my hand and put his left arm around me. He pulled me close, as if to give me an innocent hug. But before I knew it he drew my face in close to his and whispered, "You're a gorgeous woman. And I know just what you need. I'm going to give you the fucking of your life and you're never going to be the same!"

He turned to leave and I just stood there trembling. I couldn't believe what I'd heard.

I was about to tell Frank, but something stopped me.

Amazingly, I found his words were making me hot and tingly.

When the congregation was gone and the sanctuary straightened, Frank turned off the air conditioner and we stepped outside.

To our surprise, Wade was waiting there in front. He stepped forward and grabbed us both by the hair and pulled us roughly back inside. 

Frank and I struggled but it was useless. He handled us easily, holding us both firmly in his powerful hands. He led us down the aisle to the front pew and shoved us down beside each other.

Frank's face was red and he was clearly caught off guard. He looked up into Wade's eyes and started to protest. "What do you think you're doing mister, I'll have you know that --"

That's as far as he got. Wade slapped his face, knocking him back against the back of the pew. "You shut up preacher man, I'm doing the talking."

It was the only time I had ever seen Frank obey anyone. He was used to being the dominant one. But not now.

I blush to admit it, but it sort of excited me to see him submit to someone else's authority. Don't get me wrong, it was scary, but something about it was exciting too.

"Here's how it's going to be," Wade said. "You say the church will be closed from now until Tuesday morning. I'm going to lock the doors and keep you two as my slaves for these next two days. You're going to serve me and keep me entertained." He leaned in close to Frank and said, "I'm gonna start by punishing you – first for being so inhospitable, and second for neglecting your wife. I can see this lovely woman is not getting properly fucked. I'm going to lean you over the back of this bench, pull your pants and undies down and let your charming wife here watch me smack your bare ass until it shines like a little red Christmas bulb. Then I'm going to show you how a real man pleases a woman...."

Frank was actually shaking a little as Wade's eyes blazed deeply into his. Then Wade looked at me and his whole expression changed. He was leering at me, shamelessly, but some part of me was liking it! 

"What's your name?" he asked me. "I'm not going to call you 'Mrs.' Anything!"

My voice shook a little. "Th-they call me Sister Mary." I said. 

"Well I can see you've got a wild side, Sister Mary," he said, in a deep, somehow reassuring voice. "And I'm going to set it free! Now get up and lock that front door."

My heart was beating like crazy. This was so outrageously incongruous. Frank and I led a pious but boring life. Nothing exciting ever happened to us and Frank seemed to like it that way. Now all of a sudden we were being held captive by a strong, unpredictable stranger who was mentally undressing me while taking my husband well in hand.

I hurried toward the door. When I reached it, I had the chance to dash outside and run for help. I knew that's what I should do. But some strange compulsion made me obey this masculine stranger. I put the bar in the slots and we were dead-bolted in.

When I turned around and started back down the aisle, I couldn't believe the bizarre sight my eyes beheld. True to his word, Wade had Frank leaned over the back of front pew with his feet on tiptoes on the floor and his hands holding onto the front of the seat. He was still in his suit coat, white shirt and tie, but his pants and underpants were down around his ankles and his cute little bare bottom was thrust up. Wade was standing behind him, teasingly running his right palm over Frank's pale, white buns. 

I stopped in the aisle and gasped, "Oh my heavens!" I said, my hand flying to my mouth.

It seemed to strike Wade as a funny reaction, because he began laughing.

And here's the incredible part: As he laughed (Lord forgive me), I started to laugh too. I knew I was being bad, but seeing my dignified husband (still in his crisp white shirt and "power" tie) in that UN-dignified position just struck me as comical. At the sound of my involuntary little giggle, Frank spun his head around and glared at me. But instead of withering me as his glares usually did, it made me laugh even harder.

"What's so funny?!" Frank demanded. 

And I tried to get serious. "Nothing darling, it's just that...." But before I could get the sentence out, I was giggling again in spite of myself.

Frank took his right hand off the seat and pointed at me. "Satan will punish you for laughing at me," he said in his most pious voice. But instead of scaring me, the sight of him pointing his powerless finger at me in that completely helpless position made me laugh even harder. "I'm sorry, dear," I said.

He wagged his finger up and down at me and glared even harder. But before he could say anything, Wade gave him a loud, powerful whack across his up-thrust behind.

"Put that hand back down on the seat and keep it there like I told you to."

Frank let out a yelp and obeyed. And again, Wade and I both laughed.

"Now here's how it's going to be," Wade said. "I'm going to give that haughty little tail of yours twenty-five smacks with my bare hand. But if I see that hand come off the seat again, you're going to get twenty-five more with my belt – or something else that will hurt a lot more."

"Yes sir," Frank said and Wade smiled at me. 

"When's the last time you heard him talk to someone with that kind of respect?" Wade asked me. I knew he was...how can I say this? . . . showing off for me. I didn't know what to say. "Answer me," he said setting his elbow on the small of Frank's back and resting the side of his face in his hand. He gave me a dreamy, sexy smile and looked deep into my eyes.

"How do you like him in this position getting ready to have his ass whupped right here in front of Jesus and everyone? Kind of fun isn't it?" 

I had never seen a man hold another man – much less my authoritative husband -- so completely under his control. I couldn't believe how much it was turning me on. 

But I tried not to show it.

"I...I don't know. It's. . . ." I stammered.

Wade stood up and laughed. "I bet he's spanked your pretty bare behind a time or two hasn't he?"

"Yes." I blurted out, without even meaning to.

Wade smiled and took off his long-sleeve T-shirt, exposing his strong chest, flat stomach and powerful arms. "Okay," he said to me. "Now he's going to see how it feels to get his ass walloped."

Involuntarily, I sucked in my breath in a gasp of excitement.

"I want you to sit here and count the smacks I give him," Wade said. "I want you to count each one out loud until I get to twenty-five. If he can take it without taking his wimpy hands up off the front of the bench, we'll let him off with that. If not, I'll give him the belt – or something even better."

I slid into the pew and sat down and as I did, I noticed a strange, unfamiliar wetness between my legs.

Wade rubbed his hands together and delivered the first hard slap. Again, Frank yipped like a little puppy and my hand flew to my mouth. "Oh my word!" I said, at once shocked and frightened by the loud smack and impressed by the power of this man's spanking stroke.

"One..." I said.

He gave him three fast smacks one right after another "Two. Three... Four..." I called out. 

And as I counted the slaps, I felt myself awash in a heady mixture of emotions. "Eleven.... Twelve....Thirteen..."

It was scary and a little disconcerting to see my husband -- the source of my security – overpowered like this. But I was also enjoying it in some wicked way. I was watching the man who controlled, dominated and often disciplined me being, himself controlled, dominated and disciplined. Poor Frank was squalling away like a little baby, begging Wade for mercy, and I kept thinking about all the times he'd spanked me and made me beg him for mercy – which he never granted me. ("A husband must lay down the law unto his wife," he would say as I pleaded for him to stop.)

Now, I was getting sweet revenge for all the times he had spanked my bottom, and there's no denying that part of me was enjoying it.

But the most overwhelming emotion I was feeling was ....lust! Yes. I confess. I was extremely attracted to the power this stranger was wielding. 

And (I bite my tongue to admit it) I was having fun!

Seventeen . . . Eighteen . . . Nineteen."

So at some point, something made me do something really devilish: I started going back on the count to keep the spanking going.

"Sixteen," I said for the second time. "Seventeen....Seventeen....Sixteen..." Wade laughed and winked at me, picking up quickly on the game I was playing.

"Hey," Frank called out. "What are you doing? That's twenty."

"Shut up," Wade said and hit him an extra-hard smack. "Let your wife do the counting. Just hold onto the seat and keep thrusting that ass up for me."

"Fourteen..." I said. "Fifteen...Sixteen...Fourteen..."

And Wade kept raining the blows on his fanny, getting it redder and redder. Just as I was starting to take pity on Frank and began counting right ("Twenty-one....Twenty-two...Twenty-three..."), Frank couldn't stop himself any longer. He desperately put his right hand up to shield himself from the blows.

Wade and I looked at each other and, for the first time, I allowed myself to smile at him, conspiratorially.

"Well," Wade said. "Looks like our little Reverend can't follow instructions. I guess it's time for the belt."

"No! No!" Frank said. "I -- "

Wade Reached down between Frank's legs and took hold of his balls. "If you say one more word I'm going to squeeze these things with all my might and believe me, I have a strong grip."

"Oh my word!" I said, involuntarily, feeling a jolt of excitement at his audacity. Frank got very silent, very fast. But Wade didn't seem satisfied.

"In fact," said Wade, "I'm sick of hearing your bawling. I think we're going to have to do something about keeping you quiet." He smiled at me and told me to come over beside him. Then, suddenly he took me in his arms and gave me the deepest, most passionate kiss any woman could imagine. He held me close and strong and his mouth found mine hungrily. He pressed his body against me and I felt something that felt like a can of shaving cream pressing against my vagina – my pussy! It should have been uncomfortable, but it felt amazingly good. It was big and thick and hard as a rock for me. 

He drew his mouth away from mine and brought his lips to my ear. "Take off your panties and give them to me," he whispered.

At first I was too stunned to move. But he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back roughly and firmly – not really hurting me, but making it clear that he meant business. "Do it," he said.

And instantly I lifted the hem of my Sunday dress, slid my fingers into the waistband of my panties and removed them.

"Good girl," he said, smiling wickedly and taking them out of my hand and feeling the crotch. "Wow," he said. "They're soaking wet." He held them to his face and breathed in their essence. "Oh man, these panties have the feel and smell of a really hot pussy. You've been having some fun haven't you?"

I blushed like a schoolgirl but said nothing.

"Answer me," he said. "You've been enjoying this haven't you?"

"I have to admit I have," I said, barely audibly. I couldn't see Frank's face but I knew it was red with shock and jealousy – just the response Wade had wanted to provoke.

Wade walked to the front of the pew and raised Frank's head up. "Open that crybaby mouth," he said. And Frank obeyed him. "Wider," Wade said, and Frank opened wider. "Okay, good," Wade said. And he wadded the panties up and stuffed them into Frank's mouth.

"Is there any rope around here?" Wade asked him, winking at me. 

Frank made a muffled, indistinguishable noise and Wade continued teasing him. "What? What's that? I can't hear you. You sound like you have a pair of sopping wet panties in your mouth."

I laughed without meaning to.

Wade repeated the question, this time addressing it to me. I could have lied but I was absolutely drunk with the devilish mischief this man was bringing out in me. "Yes sir," I said. "We keep some in the utility room to rope the seats off when special groups attend our services."

"Run and bring it to me along with a knife," he said.

And I hurriedly obeyed. While I was gone, I was thinking about Wade's amazing kiss and the feel of his penis – his cock -- against me. All I could think of was how much I'd love to get a look at it. 

When I got back to the sanctuary, Wade had moved my poor husband. This time he had him leaned over the Sacred Altar!




Amen Sister (Setting Mary Free)



Wade had stripped Frank's pants and undies completely off now, and wrestled his shirt, tie and jacket off as well. He was completely nude now. But he was still leaned over in the same position, his bare ass (by now very, very red) thrust up and vulnerable. My sopping wet "gag" was still in his mouth so he couldn't say anything, but I knew this was the crowning humiliation for him. He was going to be spanked on the Holy Altar where he performed dozens of religious ceremonies every week. I knew he was never doing to see that altar the same after today.

Wade took the rope and the knife and I watched, fascinated, as he expertly hogtied Frank, binding his wrists to his feet, further hoisting up his already well-spanked posterior and providing himself better access to it.

"How's he look?" Wade asked me.

I could only blush and look away. Wade laughed. "Come on," he said, "What's the first word that comes to your mind?"

I tried to stop myself, but something made me blurt it out: "Cute," I said. "He looks cute with his little bare tail raised way up in the air for you."

I knew it was humiliating Frank but I was beyond the point of caring. I was having fun and nothing was going to stop me.

Wade had me sit down in the front pew, just eight feet from the altar, and he removed his belt. He doubled it up and snapped it loudly a few times. Frank jumped, startled by the loudness of it.

Then the serious spanking started. He gave him several hard cracks with the belt and had me count them. I lost count a couple times (this time legitimately because I was having trouble concentrating on anything except how sexy Wade looked).

As if catching my mood, he stopped at about twelve and asked me. "Pardon me, ma'am but these pants are very confining and I want to give this little wimp what he deserves. Would you mind very much if I removed them?"

My heart started beating like a jackhammer. I could only nod enthusiastically.

Wade undid his pants and slid them off, and there he stood, clad only in his tight white jockey shorts. My mouth fell open at the view!

I could see the immense imprint of his astonishing penis – his cock! To say it was huge would be an understatement. It

stretched the material of his cotton drawers almost to the tearing point. And below the outline of that big dick I could see his powerful balls, tight and round. 

And, speaking of tight and round, his ass looked like something from one of those Greek-god statues. Even though I was seeing it covered by the thin cover of his underpants, I didn't have to stretch my imagination to picture what it would look like bare and exposed.

I knew it wouldn't be long before I would be seeing it that way.

I watched in open-mouthed awe as he swiveled those hips, getting the most out of every swat to poor Frank's ass. Frank kept wriggling around trying to avoid the slaps but Wade wasn't taking any pity on him.

Finally, after I had counted (however inaccurately) eighteen swats, Wade rested a minute and smiled at me.

"How am I doing?" he asked me, grinning a naughty, Johnny Depp grin.

I didn't know what to say, but the devil put the words in my mouth: "I don't think Frank ever put the fear of God into anyone on that altar like you're putting it into him today."

Instantly, I covered my mouth and giggled nervously, not believing I'd said it.

"Let me ask you something," Wade said. "When this wimpy little coward spanks you, what does he spank you with?"

It was then that I remembered my "prayer" from earlier in the morning. I was being offered an opportunity for perfect quid-pro-quo revenge.

"The ruler," I said.

"Run get it," Wade said. "And while you're gone, I'm going to get out of these confining jockeys."

My heart was pounding as I raced into the rectory where Frank and I slept and retrieved the ruler he had, just that morning, used on my bottom.

When I got back I almost fainted.

Frank was still tied to the altar. And there was Wade, completely nude, mounted on Frank's back, sitting casually astride him. He had taken my panties out of Frank's mouth and slipped in a length of the rope. He held the ends like reins in his left hand and with his right, he was playing with his gigantic dick, slowly stroking it. It was standing way way up at attention and he stroked it slowly and masterfully. The effect was one of a cowboy nonchalantly masturbating as he rode bareback on his horse out in the great outdoors.

My knees suddenly felt like rubber and I thought I was going to pass out from the intensity of the rush of excitement that thundered through me.

I half sat, half collapsed on the front pew and watched as he continued stroking himself. I could see the clear wetness of precum glistening on the tip of his cock. 

"How do I look riding the range?" he asked me playfully.

I fought to catch my breath. "Looks like you're going to bust my bronco for me," I said. "Do you think you can tame him?" I have no idea where that came from. But hearing myself say it made me feel a dirty tingle in my body and made us both laugh. It was pretty clear that the "bronc" had already been "busted." But Wade caught the spirit immediately.

"Hand me that ruler."

I gave it to him and watched as he pretended to "spur" Frank and bounced up and down on his back, all the while, slapping his ass with a ruler the way a rider would use a riding crop on a wild horse.

And the crazy – let's face it, funny -- thing about it was that as he smacked away on Frank's ass, Frank really did seem to "buck" in an effort to get away.

Finally though, he stopped struggling and Wade playfully tipped an imaginary cowboy hat to me and "dismounted."

He cut Frank loose and took the "reins" out of his mouth. He grabbed him by the hair and pulled his face roughly close to his own. "Okay preacher man. That should teach you not to disobey me. But remember there's plenty more red-ass where that came from. Are you going to behave and serve me without giving me any backtalk?" 

"Yes Sir," Frank said. I couldn't believe how completely he had been conquered and subjugated.

"Well that's good," Wade said. "Because I'm going to give your wife the fucking of her life and you're going to help me prepare her for it. Now lay down here on the floor on your back."

Frank quickly obeyed, slightly favoring his sore derriere. 

Then Wade turned to me.

"Give me your hand," he said. And he reached out and guided my hand to his huge hard tool. "Take it in your hand," he commanded me.

I could barely get my hand around it but I managed to do it and it felt great.

"As you can see, I'm considerably bigger than what you're used to." He flipped his head derisively in the direction of Frank's little penis which was surprisingly hard but just about the size of Wade's thumb. "So you're going to have to be good and lubed up to take me all the way into that sweet delicious pussy. So I want you to sit on this boy's face and let him get you completely greased up with his tongue."

"What?!" Frank and I said at the same time. 

"You heard me," Wade said. "You're going to ride his face. 

"And by the way," he said to Frank, "I may want to go in her 'back door' too. So I want you to lick her from the top of her cunt all the way to the top of the back of her ass. I want you to get her pussy and her ass completely juicy. Spend some good generous time on her clit. Or you're going over my lap and get another good ol' spanking."

I was shell shocked. I had never had a man give me oral sex. I had always been told it was sinful and Frank cited biblical passages that backed it up. But before I knew it, Wade had positioned me over Frank's face with my knees on either side of his head. Then he eased me down and I felt, for the first time, the heaven of a man's tongue working on my clit and into my pussy and even "French kissing" my ass.

While Frank worked away on me, I threw my head back and closed my eyes and went into something like a trance.

Wade grabbed hold of Frank's balls and told me: "Just let me know if he gets lazy and lets up." And then to Frank: "If I she tells me you're easing up. I'm going to squeeze these babies until you get right back on her case. You got that?"

"Mmphh, Mummphh" Frank said.

TO BE CONTINUED.



Amends



Dear Vinnie,

it's been a long fucking time, huh. I don't know if it's been too long or not long enough, but whatever. I also don't know how to begin this, other than to just come right out and say it: I'm an alcoholic. I mean, you probably knew that fourteen years ago when you spent all those many nights carrying my fat ass to the car because I was too plastered to walk. But yeah, it turns out I can't control my drinking, or rather, my drinking ended up controlling me. My sober date is November 27, 2012, and I'm not writing you to brag about having cleaned up my act. I'm writing you because one of the twelve steps is that of making amends to those you've wronged.

To say I wronged you is... Well, is an understatement. From the very get-go, I, god, I was an awful human being. I never trusted you. I mean, I didn't know how to trust another human being, but that wasn't your fault. You didn't do anything, you were nothing but nice to me when we first met. When you said you wanted to "hang out, get a drink", I thought you meant you wanted to fuck me in the bathroom at the bar, that's what men usually meant when they wanted to "hang out" with me. But you didn't want to fuck. You really wanted to hang out, to talk. You listened when I talked. You treated me like a person & I didn't know what the hell that was. 

Because you see, by the time I met you, even though I was only 23 years old, I was already older than I looked, I was old for my time. I was old and used up. I knew things I shouldn't have known, things NOBODY should ever have to know. My grandfather raped me when I was a child, and I'd been keeping the secret of that, holding that in, for over a decade already, when I met you. I'd already been lying to myself and everybody else for 13 long years by the time I encountered you, so lying was all I knew. And then there was YOU, with your idea that honesty was so all-goddamned-important. I thought you were kidding about that, because up to then, everybody else I'd known had, well, had been bullshitting about everything. 

So yeah, I thought it was OK to be a shitty human being to you like I was a shitty human being to and with everybody else. I thought everybody was a shitty human being, you included. Shitty human beings were all I'd ever known, how fucked up is that. So yeah, I dated your friend James & had a bad breakup with him, and then you took my side in it and stopped speaking to him. I didn't know you'd take my side and stop speaking to him, but had I been a decent person I would never have dated him. And yeah, I let Pasquale, your good buddy from the old neighborhood, put his cock up my ass the first night I met him. Then when he didn't call me after that (and why SHOULD he call, he got what he wanted) I was annoyed with him, and when I saw him again (and I only saw him again because you, me, and him were all three hanging out that time) I was still annoyed, and drunk on Scotch, and I slapped his face right there in the car... but then later I let him put it up my ass again. And oh dear god Anthony, that disaster. Look, if you still speak to Anthony, tell him I'm sorry I bit him there, it was... was a fucking travesty that he was using my ears as a steering wheel is what it was. 

But yeah, I drank and I fucked around with your friends, with men you respected, and I took for granted that you'd always be there to carry my ass to the car and get me home when I was done having fun. I didn't SEE that I was taking you for granted because, well, I didn't see much of anything, how could I when I was bombed all the time. That night you said I took you for granted, that I didn't appreciate you, I didn't take you seriously, did I. No, I made a grab for your zipper, said I'd show you appreciation... in case you didn't know it then, I meant to give you a drunken, sloppy, blowjob. And you slapped me across my face while I was fumbling with your zipper. Said there was something WRONG WITH ME because I only knew how to respond to a man sexually, that I didn't know how to talk to a man, how to resolve any issue with a man in any other way besides giving myself to him sexually. And you said it like somehow that made me less than, less of a person.

That's when I hit you, of course you remember that. I punched, slapped, scratched, and bit you & at the time I didn't even fully comprehend WHY I was so mad at you. I also have no recollection as to how I got home that night. Christ I must've really been gone. The next morning, I woke up unable to remember how I'd gotten home. All I knew was I'd slept in my clothes. I remembered having gone for a drink with you, so I called you to see if maybe you remembered what the hell happened the night before. 

You remembered all right. Said if I'd been a man, you would've hit me back when I attacked you, but you don't hit women. You don't hit women, but you don't stay friends with crazy drunk women who go berserk and hit YOU, so that would be the last conversation we would ever have. And you meant it, as evidenced by the fact that you refused to take my calls after that.

But yeah, amends. Amends because I really am sorry. Sorry for all the times I drank your last beer while we were driving around. Sorry for all the times I lied to you, thinking "so what if I lie"... You thought it was a very big fucking deal every time you caught me in a lie, there was no "so what" about it. I'm sorry I dated James, you have no idea how sorry I am about that. I'm sorry I let Pasquale, well, y'know. I'm sorry I only knew how to relate to men sexually. I'm sorry I tried to relate to YOU sexually that night, I realize now (fourteen years too late) that you wanted me to thank you for all the times you carried my ass to the car and made sure I got home safely. You were carrying my ass to the car and making sure I got home because you genuinely cared about me, and I didn't even see that. I didn't see YOU, and I'm sorry for that.

Anyway, I don't expect you to forgive me. I know it's been a long time and you have your own life now. I won't be knocking on your door and looking to intrude on that life, either. I just want you to know how sorry I am for everything.

Cara



Amenity Project: Epilogue



[In her story "The Amenity Project," Softly told a sweet, sexy, funny story of four women who designed to "protect" their sons who are just starting college from a group of predaceous junior college girls intending to get the boys make them pregnant in order to entrap them into marriage. Knowing that "boys will be boys," the women (naturally ) decided that the only way to save the boys was to keep them so well fucked they wouldn't have time for the junior college girls.

The plan was that each woman would seduce her son's three friends but one boy had three roommates, so each woman ended up helping keep six boys out of "harm's way!" It's four years later now and, with Softly’s permission, we catch up with the women of the Amenity Project on what may be their final meeting.]

Charlie, the afternoon waiter at Friendly's smiled as the saw the group enter. Yep, it was Monday, the day these women always came in to spend a few hours. It was some kind of club he knew, although no business ever seemed to be transacted. Instead the women ordered Margaritas and told each other hilarious stories. Charlie could never really hear what was said, but from snippets and body language, it was clear they were telling each other about the men they were sleeping with, maybe younger men, maybe more than one younger man each.

Charlie could understand how they did it; they were very attractive women. They actually looked better now than four years ago when they first started coming here. Although he guessed they were all in their early forties, they could pass for ten years younger, mainly from the way they looked and dressed. Now they all wore at least 3 inch heels and few failed to have on cute, short skirts, frilly and flounced or tight across the ass. He was pleased that most had given up pantyhose for proper stockings. He suspected some occasionally omitted the panties. Several had shrunk their waists, giving even the lithe blonde with slightly inadequate superstructure quite a figure. Slinky blouses made the most of their upper-story assets.

By the time several pitchers of Margaritas were history and the after-work customers started to arrive, there were four slightly soused sexy housewives. Charlie never doubted there were going to be an equal number of very happy husbands that night. He was sometimes tempted to "get to know" one of these women better. Seeing them always made him hard. If he could have overheard their conversation this day, he would have exploded.

A closer observer than Charlie, perhaps a Charlene, might have noticed something different about today's meting. For one thing, no one ordered a Margarita but rather an espresso, latte, tisane, or lemonade. For another, the group was strangely subdued. 

"Well, we did it," Karen Poplowski said with a somewhat forced smile.

"Yes," Sara Huberman nodded. "All four graduated, all with good GPA's, and no shotgun weddings."

"I should think not, each one with three women to encourage him with his studies ..." added Vicki Vanclette

"When we weren't screwing him silly." Hanna Jurasec interrupted. The women laughed.

"Now they are all leaving for jobs at corporate plants and offices all over the country, Karen said, sadly.

"Amazing! We've been fucking six college boys for four years and our husbands never suspected a thing" Vicki chuckled.

"Why should they?" Sara asked. "I found having affairs with your sons plus Walter Vanclette's three roommates made me feel so good about my self, so sexy, I was coming on to my husband all the time. Ralph's been getting more sex than since we were newlyweds. He can't stop grinning long enough to be suspicious.

"If they weren't men, the sex itself would have made our husbands suspicious," Vicki snorted. “Who ever heard of women our age wanting sex with our husbands!”

There was chuckle and then a lull in the conversation as if everyone had something else to say but was reluctant to say it. Finally Karen took a deep breath and launched out. "Donald didn't suspect either, and yes probably because I was making love to him like crazy, but I still felt bad. I was cheating."

Several women tried to break in to object, but Karen continued. "Maybe you didn't feel that way, but I did. When I came in all those nights full of boy cum, tired but still horny, Donald always made love to me so trustingly, even eating me afterward the way I like it, never dreaming he was cleaning up after several randy twenty year olds. The guilt explains part of it. Then, too, I guess I was already feeling lonely, knowing that my Jimmy would soon be gone and Donald and I would have a big empty house to ourselves."

Several lascivious grins indicated that the other women had thought the same thing and had ideas about how to take advantage of the time alone with their husbands. Karen started to smile herself.

"So I got to thinking how I could make it up to Donald for letting me have fun with six young studs for four years, even if he didn't know it. When I thought about it, there wasn't any doubt what I should do. At the next right time when we were about to start making love I stopped him before he put on the condom and asked him if he still wanted us to start a second family he'd been pestering me about. He snorted like a horny buffalo, went wild with enthusiasm, said yes, yes, he had been dreaming for years about getting me pregnant again, about seeing my pretty tummy bulging with his baby. He even said why didn't I start on those fertility drugs that can promote multiple births. I just laughed and said, yes, we COULD wait several weeks if he wasn't in a hurry, but I had a very sticky flow this morning and was probably fertile all that weekend. I thought he might want to 'get started right away.'"

"Did he ever! He hardly let me out of bed until Monday. When we weren't fucking, he had my ass propped up with pillows to keep the semen in and spent hours eating me to climax after climax. He did it partly because he was so happy I'd relented about not having more babies after so many years but more because he'd heard orgasms promote conception."

"Since then, it's all Donald can talk about. He wants to go shopping for maternity dresses with me. He's established TWO 529 college tuition accounts and is talking about adding a nursery to the house if we don't sell and "move into something bigger." Apparently he has gotten the idea that we'll be having at least three more. Anyway, yesterday I went to my OBGYN and after a severe look for getting pregnant "at my age" she told me everything looked fine for a delivery next spring."

Karen stopped as if she had run out of gas. Looking around, she was surprised not to be greeted by congratulation or scorn or mockery. Instead, Sara spoke up. "I hadn't thought about it that way. Maybe it was the "empty next" feeling, as you said. That and regret that soon I'll have only one loving husband rather than one loving husband AND six horny college boys to fuck." There were sympathetic nods around the table. "Especially Josh." Josh's mother, Vicki, blushed.

"All the boys are nice and great lovers, but Josh is so gentle, so considerate, I knew I was going to miss him terribly. In some crazy way I wanted to hold on to him, not let him leave me." Vicki frowned. "Oh I know, he has a brilliant career ahead of him at corporate headquarters; I'd never do anything to hold him back, but I did want to keep a part of Josh with me."

"I thought about not telling him, but I couldn't be dishonest, so one night last month when he was already in me, bringing me to one wonderful orgasm after another, I asked him if he would like me to have his baby. It was hardly fair; he was pretty far gone when I told him I had removed my cervical cap and that I was probably fertile that night. If he didn't want to put a baby in me, he'd better pull out." 

The other women gasped.

"I needn't have worried. Josh almost sobbed with joy. He said he'd been dreaming of being able to knock me up since the first night I took him to our lake cottage. He said I'd be the most beautiful, the sexiest new mother in the world and he would be very proud for me to have his baby. Even as he was moaning his agreement, he was fucking me faster and faster. Instinctively I locked my legs behind his back and pulled him into me. He couldn't have pulled out if he'd wanted to. Josh roared when his orgasm overtook him and I came too, feeling his hot young sperm spew into my fertile womb."

"We lay locked together like rutting dogs for several minutes when, wonder of wonders, I felt him getting hard again. I teased him about being a bad boy for wanting to fuck a pregnant woman. That set him off. He fucked me twice more without removing his cock from me for an instant. We have continued to have unprotected sex but I'm sure that first flood of potent young semen did it for me. An EPT this morning showed I'm pregnant. Ralph was rather surprised that we'd had a 'little accident,' but he's so proud to have me pregnant again, he'll never suspect a thing."

Now it was Sara's turn to be surprised at the lack of surprise, even from Vicki. Only Hanna seemed aghast at Sara's deliberate cuckolding of her husband. "I swore him to secrecy, of course, and you mustn't tell either. It has to remain just between us."

"Well, that explains what happened to me. Josh must have told Walter he'd knocked you up," Vicky said.

"Oh no! He promised," Sara sighed.

"Oh, come on Sara. He is only human," Vicki sighed. "You can't expect a college boy who has just impregnated a woman twenty years older than he, especially one a sexy as you, not to brag, can you?"

"Walter told you that?" Sara asked, distraught.

"No, but he must have gotten the idea from Josh. I was with Walter what must have been only a few days after you let Josh make you pregnant. Walter was fucking me good -- he always fucks me good." She looked at Vicki gratefully. "Suddenly he slowed down and asked if I would remember him when he was gone. Between gasps I said of course I would -- who can forget a cock like his? I was close to another orgasm and in no mood for conversation. He looked down at me grinning and asked if I was sure I didn't want a little souvenir of our time together."

"I wasn't too far gone for a little red alarm light to go on in my almost fucked-out brain. What did he mean, I asked. He said he wanted to give me a baby to remember him by before he went away. I started crying and telling him I couldn't do that to Anthony, but he paid no attention, continuing to fuck me into semi coherence. Then he stopped completely and pulled out. I thought I'd changed his mind, but an evil smile told me I was wrong. He said I WOULD have something to remember him by, but I could choose what. Then he pulled out photos of us fucking. These were no romantic couplings and they sure didn't look like rape. Somehow Walter had pictures of me on my stomach, ass in air as he pounded me from behind. Another showed him, or someone, giving it to me on my back with my heels in the air. There were several of me in the middle of an orgasm, my mouth open and eyes closed us and Walter's schlong buried balls deep in my married pussy. There were shots of me naked except for my heels, playing with my pussy, obviously posing for him. Walter said these and many more like it were all on a file that he would e-mail to my husband so we 'both could remember him.'"

I was lost and asked him what I had to do. He said he knew I'd had my period about 10 days ago, so he wanted me to go to a hotel with him the coming weekend. He would to check to make sure I did not have my diaphragm in. I knew it was too late to start on the pill and besides, he pointed out, if I didn't get pregnant, he could still send the pictures. As luck would have it his calculations were right on; the morning of my blackmailed breeding I was as wet and slick as ever in my life. Walter was in the room he had reserved and he didn't waste time when I arrived stripping me and warming me up. I hated what he was forcing me to do, but I responded to his kisses as I always do, like a bitch in heat. I was gushing after only minutes of him playing with my tits. I felt his fingers in my pussy. He was arousing me, but I knew he was also making sure I had no birth control in me."

"When he was sure I was vulnerable he shoved me on the bed and pulled out his cock. Brandishing it at me he asked if I was ready to have him give me his baby. I shook my head no, but he just laughed and said I would be once he started fucking me. I closed my eyes, trying not to think, trying not to show any emotion when he slid his giant cock into me. I failed. The first gasp rapidly became heavy rapid breathing as my body responded to his incessant pounding."

"As my first orgasm approached he asked me again if I wanted him to keep fucking me, giving me his baby. I tried to protest, tried to say no but at that moment it hit me, a wave of ecstasy that turned my resisted to complicity. He asked again and I said yes, yes, yes I wanted a baby. To my shame, I begged him, begged him to fuck me, begged him to knock me up with his bastard child. Satisfied he bellowed, stiffened and I felt jets of liquid fire shoot into me. I orgasmed again as well as he collapsed on top of me."

"Before I could recover Walter's roommates had entered and were pushing Walter aside, calling for their turn. Again I tried to protest but it was useless. Almost as soon as Walter pulled out, one of the another boy was in me. The were all so excited at knocking up a married woman the lasted only minutes before adding their seed to Walter's. Only minutes, but enough to make me come like a runaway freight train. They continued for hours, each fucking me three or four times, climaxing me again and again. There was no way I could not be pregnant from that cumload. When I made love to Anthony that night he thought I was crying for happiness at "our" sudden decision to have another baby."

Vicki surveyed her sympathetic friends. "You won't even know who the farther is, will you?" Karen asked. Sadly Vicki shook her head. The women noticed that Hanna was not looking very sympathetic.

"My, my, my! Haven't we all been naughty?" Hanna smirked. "Karen was so guilty about letting six college boys fuck her silly, she let her longsuffering husband put a baby in her middle aged tummy! Sara was so infatuated with her twenty-year old lover, she just "had" to let him give her his baby. Vicky, who started her career with the Amenity Project pulling a train, gets pregnant at a free-fuck-for-all gang bang and may the best sperm win! By the way, as my Billy tells it, Vicki was not so reluctant s she says. She went wild, demanding that they knock her up, taunting them to pump more baby-making semen into her fertile pussy. If she hadn't kept drinking until she passed out, she' still be there." Vicki blushed.

"Well, girls, I've been naughty, too, but I'm sure as hell not sorry about it. Billy told me about Sara and Vicki getting pregnant a month or so ago one night while we were making love,"

Three jaws dropped open but no sounds came out of the mouths of the astounded women.

"Oh, yes, I've been fucking my son since, well, lets just say he never experienced the traumas of other junior high boys, wanting to fuck his teachers, his friends' mothers, sexy high school girls, supermarket checkers, women in the church choir, and every other woman from 18-65. I was keeping Billy's prick limp all by myself too well for him to fall for one of those junior college sluts, , but I played along to avoid suspicion."

"But hearing that Sara and Vicki were going to be having little bastards gave me a wonderfully nasty idea."

Three pairs of wide eyes grew even wider.

"I must say, 4.0 or no, Billy may not have the initiative to claw his way up the corporate hierarchy. Even after helping Vicki get an baby in her belly, it didn't occur to the big ungrateful sap that his horny Mommy might want to get pregnant, too."

"Of course I didn't let that stand in my way. A night or so later when he had fucked me to a few nice orgasms and was getting ready to fill a condom with his baby juice, I told him I had made a little pin hole in it and that if he didn't stop, he might knock me up. He actually slowed down! I was disappointed, of course, that he had not been fantasizing about making a baby with his sexy mother like most healthy adolescent boys, but I wasn't concerned. I just 'warned' him that he weren't careful, he was going to pump his baby-making sperm in my fertile pussy, He could make me pregnant, blow up my belly with his baby, make my tits get big with milk for a little brother or sister."

"I could feel his cock in me grow harder and I continued to taunt him, telling him what a bad boy he was for wanting to cuckold his Daddy, wanting to put a baby in his Mommy's married pussy, probably wishing he could nurse from my milk-swollen breasts! That did it! He trumpeted like a rogue bull elephant and slammed his delicious prick in me and erupted. I felt the rush of scalding jizz, the sabotaged condom failing perfectly. It was like a geyser spewing his baby making sperm into my pussy. I already had visions of Fred and me seeing him off at the airport, me in sexy mini-maternity dress already starting to show."

For a few seconds there was a stunned silence, then Sara started t laugh. "My god! Four pregnant, middle aged housewives, soon to be without our young lovers! What are we going to do? I remember when I was pregnant with Walter how horny I was. Ralph could hardly keep up with me then; now he's barely good for once a night! I'll be climbing the walls!"

Karen scooted closer and ran her hand under Sara's skirt. "Well," she grinned, we have each other."

Vicki grinned. "Yes, having a woman's tongue in my puss, and vice versa, will be a pleasant diversion, but I for one knew I'd need hard male cock to keep me sane. I was already beginning to cast lustful glances at any man who walked near me."

Vicki looked down, She squirmed in her seat. She went to say something, then stopped. She looked up. 

Sara observed the movements and said, "You have something to tell us?"

Her eyes went from woman to woman. "So I did something about it. Last Saturday night, I just had to go out -- to the "Red Rooster" lounge. I danced with several the Kappa Sigma guys from State. I came on to them and suggested I would like to spend some time with them. They took me to their frat house and then they took me -- all of them. They were pretty tired when we finished, but told me to come back anytime. Care to join me?"

Sara, Karen, and Hanna exchanged glances.

Karen smiled at Vicki as she said, "Charlie, check please."

Comments, please to Homer Vargas.



Amenity Project: Mothers Undercover



Hanna Jurasek answered her telephone. 

"Hi Hanna. You busy at the moment?"

"No, Karen, in fact I just sat down with a cup of coffee to read the paper, and then watch the "Price is Right."

What's up?"

"This is very serious, Hanna. My daughter, Patty, has been moping around for the last couple of days. I finally got her to tell me what was going on. She was very embarrassed. You know how college girls are about telling their Mom anything. What I am about to tell you is something that is planned for our sons and the other boys at the General Motors Advanced Management College in Kettering."

"Wait Karen, I want to turn the TV down. Okay, it is down, so continue."

"Well, Patty was swimming at the YMCA. After, she was in the locker room area. There were twenty girls from the Kettering Junior College swim team. Patty overheard them talking. The girls were discussing the fact that one hundred percent of the graduates from GM Advanced are immediately hired by GM to be fast tracked in the management program. It was mentioned that the starting salary was thirty-three thousand. They went on to say that with the job market as it is now, there were few jobs for girls from Kettering Junior College. The only way to be sure of being independent from their parents was to marry a GM boy, or at least have one get you pregnant so that he has to support you and your child."

"Good God, Karen, what do they plan to do?"

"They all have gone off the pill. They know the GM guys all hang out at the "Blarney Castle" lounge.

They even discussed carrying condoms with holes punched in them, so that the guys will think they are safe, even when they are not."

"Karen; Sara Huberman's son, Walter, and Vicki Vanclette's son, Josh, are also students at GM. We should warn them too. What do you think that we should do about this, just tell the boys to keep their peters in their pants?"

"Hanna, I don't know about your son, but my nineteen your old is absent a brain. I swear that he always has a hard on. He went steady with Ruth Richmond for six months. I checked his Jockey shorts the next day after he went out with her. I found stains along with her pussy hair every time. If I tell him that there are twenty hot girls that want to fuck he and his friends he will hunt them down and fuck them every night. The girls will win this little war we have here before it starts."

"Your right, Karen. Look, I will phone Vicki, and Sara to fill them in. We can get a bite at "Friendly's" after the greater Dayton PTA conference this Saturday. Think of what we should do in the meantime. Okay?"

"Hanna, I have a solution in mind. It is drastic. What you should ask Vicki and Sara is; just how far will they go to protect their sons? I will lay it out for you on Saturday. See you, for now."

The only reason that Karen Poplowski from Dayton had met Hanna Jurasek from Beavercreek, Vicki Vanclette from West Carrolton City, and Sara Huberman from Trotwood was because they each represented their cities PTA at the Greater Dayton PTA conferences. 

All four woman ordered a "Club Sandwich" and coffee at "Friendly's." At ten PM, there were few patrons, so they were able to sit in a back corner, by themselves.

There were four very serious irate women sitting at that table. "Bastards," hissed Vicki.

"Little no good Bitches. Nobody is going to ruin my son's life" Sara spat out.

Hanna added, "My Billy has worked so hard to get into GM. Now, those conniving bitches want to rob him of everything."

Karen took a deep breath. "It looks like you all grasp just how serious this is. Before I get into the only solution I have come up with, let me cover the givens.

First, we agree that our sons, while we love them, do not have a brain. They all think with their cocks. Second, If they know where to find a willing woman to fuck, that is exactly where they will go. Third, asking our husbands to have a talk with our sons about twenty college girls that want to be fucked will result in our sons being told to supply their own condoms, and maybe one of our sweeties trying to pass himself off as a college boy at "Blarney Castle." So, if we are going to prevent these girls from having our sons fuck them, we must provide a diversion. A damn good one that we control. Agree?"

Sara, Vicki, and Hanna nodded. 

Karen took a sip of her coffee. She sat back and looked from one to another of the women. She was about to put her reputation on the line. If one of these women was to get up and tell her that under no circumstances would she do what Karen was about to recommend, and then to stomp out and tell others, her days of being an educator in this section of Ohio would be over. For her son, she would do anything.

"The only way to say this is to get right to the point. The solution is for each of us to fuck all the boys, except our own son."

There were no gasps. No one pulled away from the table. No one blinked.

Karen went on, "To be clear, I mean for each boy to be offered three of us for his use. I want my son to fuck so much that he has a problem getting a hard on."

Sara, "Do you see any problem in getting them to be interested in us? We are all forty-two."

Vicki added, "I'm sure as hell going to find out. Frankly, I'm scared. It has been a long time since I have been to bed with anyone except my Anthony."

"Speaking of our husbands. Are you all available, time wise, to spend time doing this?" Intoned Hanna.

They compared notes. As it turned out, each of them had large blocks of time when they had no call on them each week.

They spent the next hour providing each other with a detailed written report of where the boys could be found, and when. Jobs, classes, apartment locations - each lived with other guys. Last but not least, a picture. Karen had requested that each woman bring pictures and notes about her son.

Just before they broke up for the night, Karen said, "Look, we have to be able to discuss this project on the phone, and near other people without drawing attention. I move that we call it; "Amenity Project."

Laughing, Sara said, "I second the motion."

"So, moved," Hanna said as they walked out. 

Karen knew that she had to move quickly to bed one of the boys so the others would believe that it could be done, and to have faith in the project. 

Sunday, found Karen at the Fredericks of Hollywood store in downtown Dayton. It had been a long time since she had purchased "Hunting Clothes." Two hours and five hundred and forty dollars spent later, she walked out with three outfits that showed all of her tits except the nipples. If she bent over in these outfits, the boys will know if she shaves her pussy or not. That night she did. 

Hanna's Billy was her first target. He would be at "Blarney Castle" Monday night watching "Monday Night Football" on their big screen TV. She parked in the dark corner of the parking lot. It took just a moment to let the air out of a tire. She had timed her arrival so that she walked in just as the teams trotted into the locker rooms at half-time. She watched as Billy and the other got up to go use the rest room. 

When Billy returned, she went up to him. Standing close to him so he could smell her perfume, she said, "Could you help me. I need a favor." As she said it, she put her hand on his arm.

Billy responded, "Well, ya, sure, what do you need?"

"My car is in the parking lot. When I got out, I saw that the left rear tire is going flat. Could you change it for me?"

"Be happy too." Turning to his friends, he told them, "Hey guys, this lady needs my help. Be back in a while."

A voice could be heard saying, "Oh, ya, sure, You'll be back?" Then some laughing.

Karen was a woman that knew just what affect she had on men. She smiled to herself as she thought, men are men, even at this age. 

After the tire was changed, she got very close to Billy. Knowing that his room mates were all inside "Blarney Castle, she whispered to him, "Can you take me to your place? My old man is drunk. I need someone to sit with and hold me." Five minutes later, she was sitting on Billy's couch. "Drink?" He asked.

"How about a half a milk glass of vodka on the rocks?"

Billy's eyes got wide. "Straight?"

Billy stumbled over himself going to the kitchen to get her drink, as well as one for himself. Karen thought, wryly to herself, I am scared. It was one thing to plan this, but is something else all together to be with a six foot two, two hundred and ten pound nineteen year old who is going to explore all your limits. Donald, her husband was a gentle, slow lover that brought her to orgasm before he even thought of entering her. When Donald cum, he was done for the night. 

She drank down the presented drink. "Please hold me, Billy."

Awkwardly, Billy slid across the sofa till he was next to her. To himself he thought, Jesus, look at those tits. She is as old as my Mom, but unless I've got this all wrong, I am going to fuck this tooo nnnight! Ya!

Karen let her head rest on the sofa, as Billy softly kissed her neck, while drinking in her scent. Another kiss on her cheek. Yet another on her forehead. His mouth found hers, and his tongue explored her mouth as hers flicked his. 

Faster then Karen imagined he would, Billy reached around her to lower her zipper and unhook her bra. In a moment, she was naked from the waist up. She opened her eyes as he pulled back to stare at her breasts. Karen closed her eyes, and let her head fall back as Billy's mouth found her left breast. All she had to do now was let nature take its course. After ten minutes of kissing and having her breasts rubbed, Karen felt herself getting very wet. Billy lowered the zipper to her skirt. Karen took his hand away. Standing, she took off the skirt, revealing her clean shaven pussy.

Taking Billy's hand, she led him to the bed room. Billy undressed. He never took his eyes off her body. To control thing, Karen kissed him, rubbed his stiffly erect cock, and told him to lay on his back.

There was a reason for her madness. She had to hook this boy. Had to make him want her again and again.

Donald had told her a hundred times that the changes to her breasts from breast feeding her children made her even sexier because instead of firmly staying in place, they now freely swung in huge arcs when she rode him; a sight that would turn any man on.


For just a couple minutes, she gently licked Billy's cock. A deep French kiss, and then her pussy was lowered slowly onto his thick cock. Till now, it was all business. A charade. She had watched for and noted Billy's every reaction to be sure to provide just the right response to keep him on the path of "Amenity Project."

His warm cock pushing the walls of her cunt apart brought a sigh, as her eyes closed. Oh, God, she thought. This is more then a duty. I love it. Her hands went to her hips, and her pelvic gyrations begin in earnest. Her first orgasm came on immediately. As she came off the high of it, she looked at Billy. His eyes were wide. His hands were on her ass. His mouth opened, "Oooohhh, Yaaaaa," he moaned, as she felt his cock pump his cum into her.

Four minutes later, he was hard again. Without asking, he rolled her onto her back. Her legs were lifted and held over her head by his arms. Karen's eyes glazed with lust as his throbbing beet red cock slid into her cunt. Fast and hard, he pumped his ass up and down as well as side to side. 

"Oh God, Oh, Ohoooo, Ohoooooo" Karen whispered as she cum, with Billy pumping hard and fast. As her pussy tightened Billy's balls tightened, his cock enlarged. He pumped his sperm into her. 

Twice more, they were joined in the breeding ritual.

Then, it was time to go.

Karen knew that two days a week Billy was at his apartment alone all afternoon. "Can I come see you this Wednesday at one PM?"

"Oh, I would love that." 

Karen kissed Billy and left. When she got home she phoned her three conspirators. Her message was short. "Hi, From nine-thirty until eleven I was engaged in the "Amenity Project." It was a productive evening. I am to continue working on it this Wednesday afternoon. 

After Hanna hung up, she sat and considered the implications of Karen fucking her son tonight. She shrugged as she thought, It is for his own good; thank you Karen. I had better get busy. I am to do Karen's son, Jimmy.

Hanna was just a little thing, with no tits. She was a jogger, who kept herself in good shape. She was picked to fuck Jimmy first because he was a part time trainer at "Goldman's Gym." She was so nervous in her car on the way to Goldman's that she almost threw up. It was a pure act, when she ask Jimmy to show her how to use the training equipment, after she had signed up for a membership. She smiled. She used every opportunity to touch him she could. Finally, the last of the other customers left. It was closing time; ten PM. They were the only ones there. 

Boldly, she put her arms around his neck and kissed him, as she said, "You were so wonderful teaching me how to use the equipment. You are the most attractive man I have been around. Hanna's hand went to his cock, which she rubbed. Jimmy was not new to this game. Several of the housewives that frequented Goldman's had come on to him. When a house wife comes on to you, he knew that it is a sure fuck.

Pausing for just a couple seconds, he thought; skinny little thing, with no tits. Sort of old, but nice looking. What the hell, she is a free fuck.

Knowing the exercise room had no windows, and had several thick pads, she moaned, "Take me to the exercise room." 

It was the last thing either of them said for over an hour. Jimmy picked her up and carried her. Once inside, he striped her, and flung off his body suit, revealing a magnificent body. Hanna had hoped that Jimmy would be a slow, cautious, gentle lover, since she had a small pussy. 

He lay on her, covering her whole body. He took her head in both hands and gave her a kiss. She could feel his erect cock rubbing across her pussy which was exposed because his legs were between hers, forcing them wide apart. Hanna shook with apprehension. A thick long finger was inserted in her pussy. Jimmy knew just where a women's G spot is. As he stoked it, Hanna's ass begin to rise, and fall. Her breathing became ragged. Her little pussy begin to feel so, so good. As her orgasm was just starting, Jimmy pushed his cock into her. It completely filled her. Her pussy clamped hard on his cock, as he rode her as only a young man can. 

By 10:30, Jimmy had fucked her three times. Hanna's pussy was sore. She sure as hell was not going to tell Jimmy that. She had actually cum three times. Her little ass was flying to meet his, all the while. No man, especially Jimmy, was going to think of Hanna Jurasek as just a dead log to fuck. After he cum each time, she latched her mouth onto his cock, to keep him handy for the next fuck. It was a good thing that her husband was out of town. Hanna got home at just after one AM. She now had a report about the "Amenity Project" to pass on tomorrow. Jimmy? Well, day after tomorrow, they had agreed to close Goldman's again.

Vicki asked Walter, Sara's son, to clean her windshield, when he waited on her at the Exxon station. Her legs were wide open, skirt was way up, and there were no panties hiding her just shaved pussy. Walter took a lot of time cleaning the driver side windshield. Vicki smiled when she observed the bulge growing in his pants. When he returned with her Visa charge slip, she beckoned him closer. With his face close to hers, she whispered to him in a sultry voice. "I love to fuck. Is there someplace that you can take me to show me just how good a fucker you are?"

Vicki was surprised that he maintained his cool as he calmly told her; "Honey, my address is 6000 University Way, Unit 405. How about four this afternoon?" 

Vicki pulled her tank top down to reveal her left tit, as she said, "I'll be there."

Till that time, Vicki had fucked twenty-two men. Since she had married, she had been faithful. She considered that she was still faithful. This was a duty. At four, she walked into Walter's apartment to find that there were all four of the boys that rented the place there. Damn it, they were supposed to be in class. 

Walter took her into his bed room. Walter was an experienced fucker. He used her hard and fast. She had played the slut. Now, she was for the first time going to be one. After Walter had fucked her long and hard twice, he got off the bed and went to his door.

Looking at Vicki, he said, "You said that you love to fuck."

Then to the other guys; "Okay Guys. Come in and fuck her" 

Vicki knew that if she resisted in any way that it would break her cover. Not only must she fuck these guys, but she had to do it in such a way as to convince each one that she was worth having her come back, as she must, if she was to save Walter. For the next three hours she put on the greatest performance of her life as a "Woman that loves to fuck."

Two things dawned on her. She was committed to being ganged fucked by this group a couple times a week, and since all the boys were GM students that she was saving an additional three boys. She had quite a story to tell the others that night. It was Karen who pointed out to her that not only was she to be gang fucked by Walter and his friends, but they would want to gang fuck the other two mothers when they contacted him, as well. "How did they treat you? Will we be okay?" Karen asked.

In a soft whisper, Vicki answered. "I enjoyed it Karen, a lot."

Sara was assigned to fuck Vicki's son Josh, first. Sara was a beautiful Jewish gal with a body that was made in heaven. She had a Doctorate degree. She was assigned Josh because Josh's mother, Vicki, had no idea what made the boy tick. So his reaction to either the college girls or one of the mothers seducing him was completely unknown. He was a 4.0 student, with a photographic memory. He was quite, soft spoken; a gentle boy in every way. 

Sara found him in the library, his favorite hangout.

Sara was a short woman. She was a little heavy at one hundred and fifty pounds. She was one of those women that looks better naked then dressed. "Built like a brick shit house," men would say if they saw her in a bikini. Her C cup tits were perfectly formed.

"Hi, could you help me find the book by Dr. Ruth Batter. It is titled, "Sexual satisfaction for the Housewife." 

Ten minutes later. Sara had it in her hand. "Would you be so kind as to review it with me?"

"Yes," he answered. His eyes were on hers. She knew that he knew that something was up. Something was amiss. Instead of maintaining her charade, Sara played a hunch. This boy, she correctly reasoned, would detect a lie. So, she told him the truth; all of it.

"So, my Mom is going to fuck three guys in exchange for me being fucked to save all of us?"

"Yes"

This was a very bright young man. He asked, "Will all you women enjoy being fucked?"

Sara smiled as she answered, "If the man is careful and considerate, the answer is yes."

"Okay, then, I will fuck you," Josh said. 

"Do you have someplace we can go?" Sara asked.

"No."

"I do. Come with me." 

Sara took her to her family cottage on the lake. It was remote. Soon, they were naked on her bed. Sara was pleased that he was a wonderful slow, gentle lover. Simply stated, Josh was the most considerate, intelligent, gentle lover that she had ever experienced. She knew that her life was forever changed. This boy could have her whenever he wanted her. "Amenity Project" was now fully implemented, but the plan called for the three Moms to fuck each boy to keep them occupied. 

It was time consuming and risky for each women to individually locate, and seduce the three boys assigned to her. It was Vicki, that came up with a perfect solution. The next time each of the boys, except Josh, met with the Mom that he had fucked, there were three women there to greet him, with the explanation that the other two had heard of how great a fuck he was and wanted to play with him too.




Amenity Project: Mothers Undercover



Walter and his room mates wasted no time in disrobing the new playthings, whose pussys were kept busy for over an hour, as each boy took his turn with each woman.

Time passed. The Moms and the boys adapted their lives to include the "Amenity Project" meetings. Lust turned into gentle loving sex between friends. Many times a Mom would spend time helping a boy with his studies. In a way, each woman now had seven sons, and seven men fucking her weekly. If you include her husband.

The plan worked. None of the boys dated any girl. They all graduated on June 18, 2001. In September the four mothers met after the PTA meeting at "Friendly's." They were now all forty-six. It was Karen who framed their predicament. 

"I have gone to every movie in town. I work out endlessly. My poor husband gets hounded to fuck me. I am bored out of my mind now that the boys have all moved to Detroit. I am so horny that I am beginning to cast lustful glances at any man who walks near me."

Vicki looked down, She squirmed in her seat. She went to say something, then stopped. She looked up. 

Sara observed the movements. She said to Vicki, "You have something to tell us?"

Vicki's face got red. Her eyes went from woman to woman. Very softly, she said, "I have done something about it. Last Saturday night, I just had to go out. So, I went to the "Red Rooster" lounge. I danced with several guys who were members of the Kappa Sigma Fraternity at State. I came on to them. I jus*t told them that I would like to spend some time with them. We went to their frat house. I let them have me. All of them. They told me to come back anytime. Care to join me?" 

Sara, Karen, and Hanna exchanged glances.

Karen smiled at Vicki as she said, "Waitress, check please."

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